The Doctor X Reader - Blog Posts

Warnings: Suggestive pose, degradation, bondage with wires

My contribution to the SecurityAngel community. I'm sorry, y'all, I'm not immune to a robot with a sultry voice. 😔😔

Made this with a male!player in mind, but it could be seen as anything. Harley doesn't discriminate, he fucks hates everyone.

Wait, This Is Good!

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor is known for experimenting with Human food and beverages. Her most recent food trial is over hot chocolate. 

Prompt(s) Used - Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage

Warnings - None That I Know Of. If I missed something, then message me and I will add it here.

Word Count - 1242

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Proofread but not beta read. Just a fun little fic that I thought was cute. I hope that you enjoy! :)

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Many would call Sunday mornings quiet and relaxing. You would even describe many of your past Sundays on Earth in that manner. You wouldn’t do so anymore, though. Sunday mornings were now Doctor Food Experiment Time. 

In retrospect, it was funny that Doctor Food Experiment Time became a part of your and The Fam’s routine. The Doctor would have sudden interests that lasted a couple of weeks and then she would move on to something new but for some reason, the culinary arts stuck.

The Doctor must have been bored one Saturday night/Sunday morning and just started cooking and baking and brewing. When you and the fam woke up, the TARDIS kitchen was filled to the brim with her creations. None of them were what you would call successful, but some had potential. Ever since that one Sunday, The Doctor has made something for her Fam to try.

This morning, The Doctor’s experimental treat was hot chocolate. It sounds easy enough to make, but The Doctor was somehow able to ruin bread and butter. So, you were still wary about the marshmallow-topped mug before you.

“So, who’s game?” Graham asked when The Doctor stepped out of the kitchen to deal with something in the console room. 

You and your friends had gotten into the habit of having one person try The Doctor’s Sunday experiment first and the rest of the group would gauge their friend’s reactions before joining in or excusing themselves. Surprisingly, The Doctor hadn’t caught on or she was just happy that her Fam were still entertaining her Sunday surprises.

“If I remember correctly, it’s Y/n’s turn to go first.”

“Thanks, Ryan.”

“It doesn’t look that bad.” Dan said optimistically as he inspected the beverage.

“How many times do I have to tell you never to trust The Doctor’s culinary skills, Dan?” Yaz retorted. 

“It’s just hot chocolate.” Dan, the newest member of Team TARDIS, naively said.

“Rookie mindset.” Yaz said in a sing-songy voice, causing a couple of chuckles to echo around the table.

“You clearly weren’t here for the great Pop Rocks debacle, mate.” Graham joked. Some of the group laughed, but others groaned in pain at the mention of that memory. You saw Ryan absentmindedly scratch at the scar on his neck from The Doctor’s literal interpretation of Pop Rocks.

“But this time it might be good.” Yaz still hadn’t broken Dan’s persistent optimism.

“Are we forgetting that it’s Y/n’s turn?” Ryan spoke up again.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll bite the bullet.” You relented but sent Ryan a quick glare.

You lifted the cooling cup up from the table for a moment, but when you inspected the marshmallowy top you placed the mug back down. You sighed heavily. Then you quickly took a sip, after hyping yourself up, then swallowed the drink as fast as you could without tasting it. You leaned back in your chair, shocked, because the aftertaste was good. It was a mix of dark and milk chocolate with sweet marshmallow, and there were hints of nutmeg. Curiously and cautiously, you took another sip, to the astonished looks of all your friends. This time you savoured the flavour. It was even better than your first impressions of the drink.

“Wait, this is good.”

“Are you trying to trick us?” Graham couldn’t help but ask. 

“No. This is amazing!” 

Dan was the first to try the drink, he was always the optimist and had no reason to completely distrust The Doctor’s creation like the rest of The Fam did. When Dan didn’t react negatively, Graham tried the beverage. He gave a surprised hum of approval before going into a second sip. Ryan was the penultimate taster after hyping himself up first. 

Yaz was the last to try the hot chocolate. She was the one who had the worst experiences with The Doctor’s previous creations, so it was understandable to The Fam that she would be apprehensive. No one aboard The TARDIS were big pranksters, and no one would devise a prank involving something that could poison another, even if the type of poisoning was food poisoning. Yaz stared back at every one of her friends staring at her, waiting. Finally, she chugged a good portion of the drink. She expected it to be horrible, but to her genuine surprise, the drink was good.

“You weren’t lying.”

“No!” You and your friends shouted at Yaz before all of you burst out laughing. This was such a rare, unusual occurrence in a sea of rare and unusual moments, but at least this moment didn’t result in an injury or a fallout between allies. It was just a fun day between friends and a surprisingly delicious mug of hot chocolate.

“Why do you all look like you just saw a paagnee in a honeywell?” The Doctor asked, returning to the kitchen. You and the rest of The Fam were instantly confused by the alien’s comparison.

“A what?” Ryan asked.

“Never mind, it’s nothing.” The Doctor brushed off her comment. She could explain it better in the presence of a paagnee in a honeywell.

“Doctor, this drink is so good!” You complimented the beverage when The Doctor rounded the kitchen table to stand by where you were sat.

“Thank you, Y/n. I was inspired to make some hot chocolate after you said that you wanted some now that it was autumn on Earth.”

“That’s really sweet of you,  Doc. You didn’t need to do this for me, though.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! I did. It needed to be brilliant for you.”

“How long did this take you?” You questioned. 

“I’ll never tell.” The Doctor held a finger to her lips to emphasise her statement.

“Because I will feel guilty?” You provided an answer for the alien.

“Yes, but it’s more -” The Doctor was cut off by Dan, whose chair skidded across the floor of the kitchen as he got up from his seat to refill his mug. The Doctor was annoyed but it might have been for the best, as she was going to say that ‘it was more romantic’ having her effort be a mystery if she wasn’t interrupted.

“How is this good?” Ryan questioned, curiously savouring his drink.

“It’s because it’s sugary.” Yaz retorted.

“No, there have been bad sugary things.” Graham corrected.

“How can you mess up something sugary?” Dan asked.

“You’d be surprised.” Yaz huffed.

“Are you sure you made this? It wasn’t The TARDIS?” Graham finally questioned The Doctor, interrupting the rest of The Fam’s bickering.

“The TARDIS did not make anything. She didn’t even help.”

“At all?” Graham continued.

“I can make good things!”

“Of course you can, Doctor.” You rubbed The Doctor’s back in an attempt to comfort her. The Doctor leaned into your seated frame but held up a finger to you in protest.

“Okay, now I feel like you are patronising me.” 

“Well, you can make a brilliant hot chocolate.” You brought your mug back to your lips as The Fam chuckled. The Doctor pouted at her friends' reactions. This was not how she expected the morning would play out. She was hoping to woo you with her efforts. She didn’t know if she was successful in that matter, but at least you enjoyed her creation. That was a plus, at least. She would just have to find some other way to confess her feelings to you. For now, though, The Doctor relished in your presence and compliments.

Breakfast And An Alien Attack

Simm!Doctor x Reader

Summary - A strange man fell into the Reader’s backyard asking for hyperspecific food and help with an upcoming alien attack. What other choice does the Reader have but to help this stranger?

Warnings - none that I think of, canon typical antics

Word Count - 2,149

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. No use of Y/n. Not Requested. Canon Divergent. Grumpy!Reader x Sunshine!Simm!Doctor. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy :)

Also, I have some Tennant!Master x Reader and Tennant!Master x Reader x Simm!Doctor fics that I am working on and I thought that it would be cool to write a solo Simm!Doctor x Reader. I hope that you enjoy :)

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If you had not witnessed what had happened yourself, you would have sworn that the man currently dusting off his trousers in your back garden had just climbed over your fence in an attempt to break into your home. Strangely, though, that is not what you saw. Instead you, after getting some shopping delivered, observed a man in a Victorian-looking outfit fall from the sky and land far too close to the cherry tree your father had planted to lighten up the place when you had moved in. The man then jumped up onto his feet like falling from the sky happened every day. 

You had been observing the man just over the sill of your kitchen window for the past couple of minutes, unsure of what to do. The man fell from the sky and looked completely unharmed, there weren’t any protocols to follow that you were taught in school about how to deal with a situation like this one. 

You ducked under the sill when the stranger looked your way, just in case he was here for ulterior motives. When you peeked back out through your window, the unbelievable man seemed to be talking to a couple of birds that landed on the edge of a water basin. When you were young, the birds would always stop by that basin mid-journey, but since you have moved in, no birds stopped by even though you restored the basin to how it looked in your youth, built birdhouses around your back garden and left piles of bird seed throughout your yard. You couldn’t help but let out a huff of jealousy that this stranger could convince the birds to talk to him, let alone show up, when you have had no luck in that department for months.

The man laughed at whatever the birds had chirped. Then he gestured to you and seemed to tell a joke that had the birds roaring with laughter, if birds could roar with laughter. You stood up to your full height, rolling your shoulder contemptuously, then leaned against your window sill annoyed with the stranger’s easy way with the birds. The man seemed to fully notice you now that you weren’t trying to hide, so he waved a genuine wave in your direction but his smile was sad as if he hated himself for having scared you before. You found yourself waving back but quickly stopped when the man’s smile appeared to lighten. 

The man said farewell to the birds and strode over to the backdoor of your house. He knocked in the “Shave and a Haircut” rhythm before holding his hands behind his back and looking up at your house. He probably meant no harm, you assumed, but there was no way that this man was normal. He literally fell from the sky and he didn’t even have a scratch on him. 

You walked over to your kitchen door, briefly stopping to arm yourself with a newly purchased knife first. Then you opened the door slowly after taking a tentative breath. If the stranger did try something, at least you had a weapon behind your back.

“Hello! I am kind of in a hurry, which is not ideal given the circumstances, but can you help me? I think you are just who I need!” You tightened your grip on the knife.

“Oh! God! Oh god, no. Not in a creepy way! I don’t want to hurt you.” The man held his hands up defensively and laughed awkwardly. 

“I promise.” The man softly uttered the promise. He looked at you with soft, hopeful hazel eyes that seemed hard to hide secrets. You considered him and everything that happened since he fell from the sky for a moment. Then you found yourself caving to the man’s hopeful demeanour.

“What do you need?” The stranger’s face instantly broke into a soft smile.

“Firstly, just something to eat and drink.” The man still held his hands up in a defensive gesture. The man looked apologetic, confused, broken and just lost, definitely not the type to hurt you. So even though it was probably incredibly stupid, you let the unbelievable man into your home. 

After some trial and error, the strange man finally found food that he found acceptable and didn’t make him sick. He made an American-style breakfast, with gigantic waffles, fried eggs(more over medium than sunny side up), and crispy bacon. You don’t know how he made the majority of the food, given the fact that you didn’t own a waffle maker straight out of a continental hotel breakfast bar or any bacon in your kitchen, but you turned your back on the stranger once and he had said items. Finally, once everything was cooked and plated, he drenched his entire plate in soy sauce. You had heard of people dipping their eggs in soy sauce, and in theory, it sounded good. However, this man’s plate practically turned into soup due to the amount of soy sauce he had poured onto his food. The man made you food, as well, while he was making his own but you made sure to make your desired alterations. You weren’t in the mood to eat waffles swimming in soy sauce.

As the man shovelled food into his face like he hadn’t eaten in days, you tentatively placed a corner of your waffle in your mouth. It was buttery and warm, you could almost taste the love put into the dish. You looked at the man again. There was something different about him, but you couldn’t tell what it was, other than the obvious. There was something bigger, deeper, than the obvious, though. Whatever made this stranger different excited you and you hadn’t felt excited in a long time. The exciting man was unexpected, however, and you didn’t know if you were ready for someone as exciting as this man in your life right now. You reassured yourself that the man would only be in your life for this meal and this meal alone, but maybe you could allow yourself to open up to him slightly.

You placed the knife you had been holding behind your back, and in your lap while the stranger was in your home, onto the table. Close enough for you to grab if you needed but you were starting to believe what the man stuffing his face before you was saying. He just needed help and wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Thank you. I promise that you won’t regret that.” He looked up, alerted by the noise of the knife hitting the table, and he smiled his soft at you.

“Don’t mention it.” You mumbled into your food. There was a moment of silence, except for the sounds of eating, until the man cleaned his face with a napkin and spoke up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, whose house is this?” 

“Mine.”

“Well, yes, but …” The man looked around your kitchen and then back to you, trying to politely insinuate that you couldn’t afford your home. ‘Trying’ being the operative word because the man was definitely failing at being polite. You sighed, why not unload your baggage onto a stranger?

“It was my great aunt’s. I spent a lot of time here when I was young and when she passed I inherited it. Given the state of the world right now I’m not going to turn down the opportunity to own a home that I can actually afford.”

“It’s a bit of a fixer-upper, though.” You glared at the man fiercely. He asked and you answered, why did he have to criticise your family and way of living in the process?

“I don’t mean to be rude, I just mean that I can help.” The man quickly tried to correct your interpretation of his statement, but you remained reserved. He was a stranger after all. Best not to get too comfortable.

“I don’t need your help.”

“But -” You cut the man off before he could make another inappropriate comment about the state of your home.

“I don’t know you.”

“But we could get to know each other.” The man leaned forward over the table, he had a hopeful smile ghosting over his lips. You retreated backwards into your seat, though, away from the man’s hopefulness. His personality excited you, yes, but what if you were hurt by him like you were hurt by others in the past? You didn’t want to feel that disappointment again. For some reason, you wanted to be held in high regard by this man but the fear that he was simply using you, like other people had, kept haunting your mind. So, you broke eye contact with the man and peered over to the vintage clock on your wall.

“I thought you said that you were in an emergency?” You mumbled passive-aggressively, but the man didn’t seem to notice or care about the sudden change in your demeanour. He seemed more grateful that you reminded him of his true reason for interrupting your day.

“Right! Do you have the time? My own watch doesn’t seem to be working properly.” The man tapped the face of his watch a couple of times and even from your seat across the table you could hear the small crunch of broken glass and gears. You showed him the time on your phone out of convenience.

“Oh god!” The man exclaimed, but then another thought visibly popped into his brain and took over.

“Why do I keep saying that? ‘Oh god?’ Is that from my future or past? Or is that just me? I don’t think that’s me.” The man looked to you like you might have the answer he was desperate for, but you had no idea what he was talking about. This was just another strange occurrence from the strange man.

“Who are you?” You asked exasperatedly. How could someone like him be real and in your kitchen and want your help? In your mind, he could do so much better than you.

“The Doctor?”

“Doctor Who?” A knowing smile crept across the man’s face. 

“Just The Doctor, love.”

“‘Just The Doctor?’ Who calls themself ‘The Doctor’?” You retorted, mimicking his Manchester accent.

“Me. I’m The Doctor.” His face shifted as if he just realised something. “Hm, apparently I’m confident in this regeneration.” This man was unbelievable.

“How do you exist?” You asked. You were hitting the threshold of where you were beginning to feel out of your depth. 

“Easily. It’s called breathing.” The man smiled at you widely, showing off the roundness of the apples of his cheeks. All you could do was sigh, overwhelmed.

“You are completely ridiculous”

“Ridiculous? Ridiculous. Interesting. Fun! I’m ridiculous!” The man’s face rapidly shifted from offended to curious to ecstatic within moments.

“I didn’t mean it as a compliment.”

“Oh, well, I’m taking it as one.” After taking one final bite of food, the man jumped up from the table and bounded out your door. The man was so much, in a good way, but you weren’t prepared for something like this to happen today. You leaned back into your chair again and sighed deeply with your eyes closed, revelling in the stillness in your kitchen without the stranger in it with you. You frowned. Then you opened your eyes and looked at the aftermath of breakfast. You realised that you missed that man. No, you hadn’t known each other for that long, but ‘The Doctor’ whoever he was brightened your day, even if you wished to deny that fact.

“Well, come on.” The man suddenly popped his head through the door, the expectation that you would simply follow him, and curiosity that you hadn’t done just that, was etched deeply into his face.

“What?” You barked back. The man rolled his eyes and sighed. The act seemed to fit his style. You would have to tell him in future.

“I am freshly regenerated, there is going to be an alien attack in 15 minutes, and I would like your help, again. So, will you help me?” The man confidently strode back into your kitchen as he spoke. Then he held his hand out for you to take, that soft, hopeful smile of his was back and as effervescent as it was before. He was completely ridiculous, but your life had been missing ridiculousness for a long time. Maybe, just maybe, he would be good for you.

“You better not get me killed, you ridiculous man.” You placed your hand into The Doctor’s palm. The Doctor’s smile then grew into a joyous one as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand softly.

“I’d never let that happen. I promise. Now let’s get going.” Before you could respond, The Doctor ran out of your kitchen, pulling you out of your chair and along behind him toward an apparent alien attack.

Ghost's Autumnal Bash 2024

General Autumnal Bash Info

This bash will take place from October to November. 

I will be posting fics every Monday and Friday, along with some Holidays and planned special days(like the 17th of October due to the Hunter’s Moon appearing that night).

If I miss a posting day I will either post on Saturday or the next closest posting day.

And sleepover questions will be posted on Saturdays.

Frightful Fic Info

When requesting you can either be specific or vague. Just please remember to state what prompt you are requesting.

I gave brief descriptions of the prompt, but this Autumnal Bash is meant to be chill and fun.

So if you have any ideas relating to the prompt that I haven’t listed, I will happily accept that.

For example, the prompt Skull involves candy. I didn’t list trick or treating in the brief description so as to not make it confusing with the Trick or Treat prompt. But if you want to specify a trick or treating fic under the Skull prompt, that counts :) 

If a prompt doesn’t match the description, I’ll try to reach out to you, if possible, and get something worked out with your fic(s) so you get something that you will enjoy reading.

But you can also be vague: just requesting a prompt and allowing me to choose a character and a setting that I think connects is fully acceptable.

If there are multiple requests of the same prompt(and the same character requested), I might combine them depending on the requests. 

But if there are multiple, seperate fics then I will most likely post those requests on the same day to keep the theme of the day consistent.

Again, I just want this to be a fun little thing for me and my community during this time of year to bring something exciting to the table while I’m in school.

Accepting Requests Dates - 

October Requests - now until the 20th of October

November Requests - now until the 10th of November

Characters Available For This Bash

All Doctor Who(NuWho) Characters - including AU versions

Spooky Sleepover Saturdays Info

Questions can be asked at any time or as many times as you want. 

I will be posting my responses to everything on Saturdays, though. 

Again, as I said above, please remember to mention the prompt in your question.

Also, we don’t have to do sleepovers, I just thought that this would be fun :)

Ghost’s Frightful Fic Prompts

Trick or Treat - A fic involving your choice of Halloween themed angst or fluff

Skull - A fic involving candy or sweets

Black Cat - A fic involving or inspired by a superstition 

Spider - A fic involving an unwanted guest

Bat - A fic involving a spooky furry friend, animal, or stuffed animal

Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations

Vampire - A fic involving a Halloween themed drink(s)

Zombie - A fic involving a Halloween themed food(s)

Witch - A fic involving dressing up for Halloween, costume shopping, or anything involving a Halloween costume

Devil - A fic involving a character being betrayed 

Skeleton - A fic involving a Halloween party 

Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns

Leaves - A fic involving playing in a pile of leaves, admiring the autumn leaf colours or that fallen leaf crunch

Apple Bobbing - A fic involving going to an Orchard, going apple bobbing, drinking apple cider, or getting a caramel apple

Corn Maze - A fic involving going to a corn maze, getting lost in a corn maze, getting lost in general, or even going on a hay bale ride

Bonfire - A fic involving a campfire, Bonfire night, roasting marshmallows, huddling in front of a fireplace for warmth, or candles

Pie - A fic involving baking: baking together, giving someone freshly baked dessert, or ordering dessert at a restaurant

Butternut Squash - A fic involving a savoury meal: soup, butternut squash pasta, or a Thanksgiving meal

Sweater - A fic involving borrowing another person’s sweater/jacket/scarf, the first day getting to wear a sweater, or a shopping day for new autumn clothing

Flannel - A fic involving blankets, pillows, or a sleepover

Thunderstorm - A fic involving a rainy day inside, getting caught in a downpour or anything with rain

Hot Chocolate - A fic involving a hot beverage

Frost - A fic involving the first cold day in Autumn, the first frost or first snow, or even a foggy afternoon (because I wanted to add fog as a separate thing, but ended up not doing that)

Extra Possible Prompts To Choose From - 

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Pick a character, line, or scene from either Beetlejuice movie to inspire a fic

A Night Of Fright Is No Delight - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Scooby Doo episode or any other Scooby Doo, Where Are You? episode to inspire a fic

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Charlie Brown special to inspire a fic

The One With The Football - Pick a character, line, or scene from this Friends episode to inspire a fic

Doctor Who Day (23 November) - Pick a Doctor Who episode title or quote to inspire a fic

Hozier Song - Pick a Hozier song or song lyric to inspire a fic

Ghost Song - Pick a Ghost song or song lyric to inspire a fic 

Dead Man’s Party - Pick a song or song lyric from this Oingo Boingo album to inspire a fic

Horror Movie - Pick a horror movie to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)

Spooky Movie - Pick a spooky movie (a Halloween movie that isn’t a Horror movie) to inspire a fic (caveat being that I had to have seen it, and I will quickly respond if I have not seen the movie)

Ghost’s Spooky Sleepover Saturdays

I Was A Teenage Werewolf - Recommend a Halloween tradition or what is your favourite Halloween tradition? 

Goo Goo Muck - Recommend a song you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween song?

Weird Science - Recommend a movie or tv show that you associate with Halloween or what is your favourite Halloween to show or movie?

Monster Mash - What is your favourite band/artist, album or your favourite song?

Graveyard Smash - What song are you listening to or obsessed with right now?

Handbook For The Recently Deceased - What is your favourite book?

All Work And No Play - What book do you want to read or are excited for?

The Rocky Horror Picture Show - What is your favourite movie or tv show?

Poltergeist - What movie or tv show do you want to watch or are excited for?

Corpse Bride - Kiss Marry Kill

Scream - Fuck Marry Kill 

Twitches - Would you rather?

Casper - Favourite Character in a Fandom

Get Out - Least Favourite Character in a Fandom

The Lighthouse - What is your favourite ship?

Talk To Me - Tell me something about you

Hocus Pocus - Any other question you would like to ask me? (please keep it fun for the sleepover, message me if you have a serious question)

Planned Posting Schedule - 

Friday, 4 October 2024 - First Fic Posting Day

Saturday, 5 October 2024 - First Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 7 October 2024 

Friday, 11 October 2024 

Saturday, 12 October - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 14 October 2024 

Thursday, 17 October 2024 

Friday, 18 October 2024 

Saturday, 19 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 21 October 2024 

Friday, 25 October 2024 

Saturday, 26 October 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 28 October 2024 

Thursday, 31 October 2024 

Friday, 1 November 2024 

Saturday, 2 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 4 November 2024 

Tuesday, 5 November 2024 

Friday, 8 November 2024 

Saturday, 9 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 11 November 2024 

Friday 15 November 2024 

Saturday, 16 November 2024 - Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 18 November 2024 

Friday, 22 November 2024 

Saturday, 23 November 2024 - Fic Posting Day and Spooky Sleepover Saturday

Monday, 25 November 2024 

Thursday, 28 November 2024 

Friday, 29 November 2024 - Final Fic Posting Day

Saturday, 30 November 2024 - Final Spooky Sleepover Saturday

* I will link everything, once it is posted, in a separate masterlist

** On said masterlist, that is where I will title the dates with their corresponding prompt.

*** If no one wants to do this, it’s totally fine. I just thought that it would be a cool thing to do.

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.

New Attire

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor wants to show The Reader something he found, but you are too distracted by his new item of clothing.

Warnings - None that I know of (let me know if I missed something)

Word Count - 961

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just another little thought that I had. I hope that you enjoy it.

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The Doctor sent you a message in the middle of the night for you to wake up to. You had to persuade him into this new change. Usually, The Doctor would barge into your room in the middle of the night and drag you out of bed in order to show you the thing that excited him. But you were growing so tired in the middle of adventures that you had to change from the previous routine for your safety.

The Doctor’s message was a rambling maze of information about a new discovery in space and how much The Doctor missed you. It was sweet reading The Doctor’s love and care for you, even though you had only been asleep and away from him for about eight hours. Waking up to his little (or sometimes quite extensive) messages were always a joy to wake up to.

You got dressed and ready and headed toward the main library where The Doctor asked to meet you. Though, you briefly stopped by The TARDIS’s main kitchen and made a heavily caffeinated drink and some breakfast.

When you entered the library, you saw The Doctor roaming around a couple of tables that were completely covered with research papers, astronomical charts, and stacks of books. He was clearly ecstatic. Before he even saw you, The Doctor was jumping up and down and smiling widely whenever the weight of this new astronomical discovery would ping around his brain again.

You loved seeing him like this. Just The Doctor being himself. Completely in his element and no longer stressed by random enemies or The Master trying to destroy him again. Though one thing about the image before you had caught you off guard. 

The Doctor was wearing a burgundy sleeveless sweater over his lilac button-down shirt. It looked cute on him, but you had never seen him in a sweater ever, let alone a sleeveless pullover. It seemed like something he would wear, but also this extra garment somehow made him look so much less Human, which you thought would have been a big feat.

“Y/n! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you for ages!” The Doctor was practically shouting with excitement. He bounded to you and gently placed his palm against the small of your back as he lead you to the table that he had set up with all of his research throughout the night. The Doctor, instead of actively talking about his discovery, was ranting about how he wished that you had been awake when he first came across the phenomenon. One thing you never expected about The Doctor is that he would be so romantic. It was a very Doctor-esc brand of romanticism, but he was incredibly romantic nevertheless. He was always wishing to experience new things and firsts with you. It was adorable. And you wished that you could focus on his affection, but, in your just-woken-up brain, you could help but focus on the outfit he wore today.

“What are you wearing?” You jokingly questioned as you sat on a nearby sofa after the previous conversation came to an end.

“A sleeveless sweater. Why?” The Doctor looked down at his outfit and ran a self-conscious hand down his chest.

“Since when did you wear pullovers? Especially sleeveless ones.”

“I wear them all the time actually. You just haven’t seen when I get cold.”

“You get cold!” You exclaimed, dramatically and sarcastically. The Doctor in this regeneration was constantly chilly. He was always asking his TARDIS to light a fire in fireplaces, always curled up in blankets, always hugging you and cuddling you for your warmth. Surprisingly though, he had never added a new layer of clothing to his outfit of choice, until today.

“Do you not like it?” The Doctor asked tentatively. Oh no! He was getting sad and insecure because of your questioning. That’s not what your intent was in asking about his sweater.

“I like it, I just wasn’t expecting you to wear something like that.” You tried to reassure him and explain, but The Doctor had already made up his mind about your opinion.

“You hate it.” The Doctor concluded in his anxiously rambling mind and slouched in sadness.

“Doctor.”

“I knew that you would hate it. I was stupid to think that you would like it.”

“Doctor.”

“Why did I even pull this stupid thing out of my wardrobe? I’m so stupid sometimes!”

“Doctor. Come here!” You reached your hands out to The Doctor and made a child-like grabbing motion with them. The Doctor slumped over to where you were now sitting and delicately, hesitantly, grasped your hands with his. The Doctor wouldn’t look you in the eye, but he made sure to tap the toes of his shoes against yours (a little act of intimacy he would always perform, no matter where he was or how upset he was).

“You look cute.

“Are you sure that I don’t look stupid or dorky?” The Doctor swung your clasped hands back and forth anxiously.

“Dorky yes, but never stupid.” The Doctor groaned and tried to walk away but you pulled him back to stand in front of you.

“No, you look cute, Doctor!”

“Promise?” The Doctor finally ventured a peek up at your face, but it was brief and timid.

“I promise!” You placed many kisses on The Doctor’s knuckles causing the old Time Lord to look away flustered. Despite being in a relationship for a while now, you never failed to fluster The Doctor. Even though he didn’t always know how to respond, The Doctor was always grateful for your reassurance. 

“Do you want to see what I found?” The Doctor asked in a hopeful tone, finally looking back at you with restored confidence.

“Absolutely, Doctor!”

An Afternoon With Tea And Books

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader goes to find The Doctor in his private library as he often loses track of time when absorbed in a book.

Warnings - some suggestive material

Word Count - 1156

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I just wanted to write something small in order to get back into writing. I hope that you enjoy!

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The Doctor had been isolating himself in his private library for hours now, resulting in you not seeing him all day. You didn’t think that he meant anything by it. He was probably just lost in his mind and the books he would be devouring. But you missed him and his presence. You wanted to see him. You needed to see him. In your mind, the two of you didn’t need to do anything special, you were happy to just cuddle and read beside The Doctor in his library. You didn’t need a wild adventure, even though The Doctor would be very happy to take you wherever you wanted. You could wait any longer for him to walk out of his study and ask about your day. You just needed to see him now. Half a day was too long to spend away from your Doctor.

So, you finally convinced yourself that you wouldn’t be bothering The Doctor too much and travelled through the halls of The TARDIS until you reached The Doctor’s study. You entered the room quietly, even though there was no need. The Doctor was still completely engrossed in the book he was reading and would not be distracted anytime soon. Then you entered The Doctor’s private kitchen in order to prepare two cups of tea (The Doctor’s was filled to the brim with sugar cubes) before finally making your way to where The Doctor was longing on the sofa of his private library.

“You’re up!” The Doctor exclaimed after doing a double take upon seeing you entering the room. You nodded contently. You were just happy to be in his presence again after a long day apart. You barely even noticed his frantic state.

“I promised to wake you up with breakfast in bed, though.” You tried, for The Doctor’s sake, to not make a disgusted face at the thought of The Doctor’s cooking, but you didn’t know if you were successful. The Doctor’s baking was out of this world, pun intended, but his cooking was less than to be desired. 

“You can wake me up in bed another morning, Doctor.” You set down the two cups of tea on a small nearby table.

“But I wanted to greet you in the morning today. I have been lacking as a partner, lately, and I guess this just proves it doesn’t it?” The Doctor pouted and slouched against the couch.

“No, Doctor, it doesn’t. You are a perfect partner.” You brushed a bit of The Doctor’s hair that fell across his face.

“And you made me tea.” The Doctor whined, completely ignoring your statement and trying to avoid your affections in order to prove his point.

“With all of the sugar!” You chirped, recounting the alarming amount of sugar you dumped into The Doctor’s mug.

“See! You are better at this than I am. Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather have a relationship with a Human?”

“Absolutely not!” The Doctor sighed unconvinced. You grabbed The Doctor’s book, delicately because he once became very upset over your handling of a book, closed it, and placed it on the table by the cups. You then crawled onto The Doctor’s lap and placed your hands on either side of his face. The Doctor wanted to continue to pout but he couldn’t ignore your presence even if he tried. So, he placed his hands on your thighs and ran his fingers over the side seams of your trousers every so often.

“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you. Understand?” The Doctor nodded into your hands, though he still appeared to have a bit of sadness locked in the corners of his eyes.

“Good. Now no pouting, Doctor. I’m not going anywhere.” You sent The Doctor a cheeky wink, causing him to fluster, while handing him his cup of sugary tea.

“Well, what time is it now? Earth time, I mean. So, I can make it up to you.” The Doctor moaned a hearty hum upon sipping his tea. Given how you were straddling him, his pleased hum rumbled through your core, making your want for him so much needier and more intense.

“Around three in the afternoon.” You only responded when The Doctor looked up from his tea to your eyes, his observation of you finally brought you out of all of the fantasy rushing through your brain.

“What!” The Doctor wanted to jump up from his seat, but both you and his rather full cup of tea were not allowing him that escape.

“Doctor?”

“I’ve been ignoring you all day because of a stupid book!” The Doctor took quite a large gulp of tea, solely so he would be able to gesture with his hands wildly again.

“I thought that you really wanted to read that book?”

“Well, yes, but you are far more interesting and important.” You smiled. The Doctor was adorable, that was obvious. Though you would argue that he was even more adorable when he was pouting about not spending enough time with you. At least you weren’t the only needy one in this relationship.

“You can just make up for it by paying attention to me now.” The Doctor gulped, his eyes flicking back to yours nervously. His gaze then shifted down to your lips before quickly returning to your eyes. As if you didn’t notice.

“Gladly, but in what way?” The Doctor wasn’t desperate, he would only do anything if you were ready and consenting. So, he would follow your lead.

“Well, you really want to finish your book and we have two cooling cups of tea that we have to drink. Why don’t you read to me while we cuddle? Then we can think of something else to do later.”

“The book is in Gallifreyian.”

“As long as you are reading, I am sure that I will be entertained. Now shift over.” The Doctor awkwardly did so, allowing you to lay beside him on the couch, though he did almost spill his tea all over his chest. 

The Doctor missed the weight of you on top of him, straddling him, but feeling you wrap yourself around his side and lay your head over his hearts was a close second if he were to categorise the best feelings in the Universe. The Doctor smiled at you and then placed a soft and overly sentimental kiss on your forehead before exchanging his cup of sugary tea for his book. 

The Doctor asked if you were ready and once you told him that you were, he began to read. He was not concentrating on a single word he was saying, however. The Doctor was far too distracted by you to fully concentrate. Your body weight, your heat, your smell, just you and your presence beside him were too all-consuming to think straight. Thankfully, you couldn’t later question him on the content of the book because he would be completely clueless.

Hi hellooooo can you please do a fuc where the doctor (any nu docs) where reader first enters the Tardis and does the whole "it's bigger on the inside" but then makes a your mom joke, catching the doctor off guard?

Hi, anon. You sent in this request last week.

Thank you for doing that, but my requests are currently closed.

Once I reopen my requests (I currently don't know when that will be) you can resend this request and I will accept it then.

But you can also send it to another blog if you would like.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

-Ghost

Speaking Up For Your Needs

Capaldi!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader is having a bad day where they are feeling incredibly touch starved, but then The Doctor decides to teach The Reader how to fly The TARDIS.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Themes of depression and loneliness

Word Count - 1510

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I had a second idea from this request. So, I just wanted to post it because I thought it was cute!

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Your body hurt and your skin felt like it was burning. You desperately wanted to reach out and hold someone’s hand, hug them, and rest against their shoulder after a tough day, but you could never bring yourself to ask for that kind of comfort. This happened a lot in your life; you remember feeling this way since you were a child. Whenever you had gone months without touch you would become like this. Just a mix of want and anxiety.

Your parents had instilled a toxic ideology in you from a young age: overly touchy people are annoying, and you mustn’t trouble people with physical affection. Even when you grew up and left your parent’s home, you never braved showing physical affection to your friends or partners. You were too scared of scaring them away because of everything your parents had told you. But it seemed that the more reserved you stayed in those relationships, the more they pulled away from you. And after a while, you would end up alone again.

You began travelling with The Doctor almost a year ago. He had asked you to travel with him after months of the two of you accidentally meeting in random places. The Doctor had said at the time that the main reason as to why he asked you to travel with him was because he could sense that you were lonely. You didn’t understand what he meant by that until now. You were in so much denial about how lonely and touch-starved you were. Now, though, you understood. You wanted to reach out to The Doctor about your needs, but you didn’t know how. 

You had seen how The Doctor interacted on adventures after saving people. Some would offer him handshakes and pats on the back and hugs, and he would either skirt away from them or his body would tense uncomfortably. You never wanted to make him feel that way. But he offered you so much emotional, financial, and just general support in so many ways, yet all you needed right now was a hug. Because of all the help he offered you in other ways, would The Doctor actually be willing to show you physical affection?

Today was a quiet day in the TARDIS. That almost made what you were feeling worse. On loud days, you could ignore your needs and just focus on the adventure and helping people that were in trouble.

“Now, given that you have been in the TARDIS for a while…” The Doctor announced as soon as he entered The TARDIS console with a couple of books in his arms. He had asked you to meet him there once you were ready for the day.

“I think that you should learn how to fly her.”

“What?!” You jumped up from your seat in shock.

“I’m not ready for that, Doctor!”

“Of course you are. Aren’t they, old girl?” The Doctor patted the console of the ship after setting the books down. The TARDIS then beeped reassuringly in agreement with The Doctor’s comment.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt her or get the two of us into some sort of trouble.”

“Don’t worry. I will be here to guide you and The TARDIS will put extra protections on everything so we don’t punch a hole in the fabric of reality.”

“Can that happen?” You asked frantically as a new wave of panic rushed through you.

“No! Just joking around with you.” You nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, but then when you looked at The Doctor again, he was grinning like a maniac.

“Are you lying?”

“Of course!”

“Doctor!”

“Just come on, come on, come on! You’re ready and you know it!” The Doctor made a rapid circular hand movement in the air before he pulled you toward The TARDIS console. You ended up slumping beside him as he began to describe the functions of his ship.

The Doctor first explained every button and lever and random alien spinning device before you. He was being incredibly considerate in helping you understand something so incredibly inhuman, which surprised you. The Doctor, especially in this regeneration, didn’t have the most patient attitude.

You did well in remembering all of the parts of the console, but actually flying the time and space machine proved to be very difficult for you. Again, though, The Doctor was very encouraging, but nothing you tried led you to successfully flying The TARDIS.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” You ended up whining after another failed try at piloting the alien ship.

“Yes, you can! You just got to give it some welly!” 

The Doctor, almost out of nowhere, moved behind you and placed his hands on the console on either side of you. You instantly froze. The Doctor was still talking, encouraging you about your abilities and reminding you of some of the buttons and levers. You could barely concentrate, though. You could feel the heat of The Doctor’s body radiating off of him and into your back. He was so close to holding you that you almost couldn’t believe that this was really happening. Eventually, you had to take a deep breath in order to contain yourself from developing into a full daydream.

The Doctor stayed behind you and muttered encouraging statements as you attempted to pilot his ship again. It was difficult, of course, but you felt different this time. For some reason, with The Doctor so close to you and his words in your ear, you finally managed to fly The TARDIS.

“I did it!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Of course you did! I knew that you could.”

You sighed and tried to release some of the tension that had built up in your body since The Doctor surrounded you with his body. You could hear that The Doctor was continuing to congratulate you, but you didn’t know how to respond to his comments, so you just hid your head and nodded. 

Tentatively, The Doctor placed his hands on your upper arms and sighed heavily in thought before speaking. You froze again upon feeling The Doctor’s boney yet firm hands on your body. You didn’t know what to think of everything that occurred that morning. But eventually, The Doctor spoke and did his best to relieve any anxiety that you might have.

“I know that you're lonely. I told you so when I first invited you to travel with me …” The Doctor paused before continuing.

“I’m lonely, too, sometimes. But I have been a lot less lonely since beginning to travel with you.” The Doctor paused again. You felt your eyes begin to water, but you refused to let yourself cry.

“Our situations are very different, but you don't have to completely close yourself off to me. I want to be here for you, however you need me.” 

You fell back into The Doctor’s chest, and he instantly wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his head against yours. It felt so nice to be held again like everything was right in the Universe. Your skin felt cool, and your body relaxed, the opposite of how your felt earlier. You now had to intensely fight to hold back tears as you felt your body finally fully relax within the strong arms of The Doctor.

“Every person has boundaries. It would be unsafe if you were to not have them. But please don’t think that you are upsetting me by speaking up about your needs. Okay?” You nodded into The Doctor’s shoulder and uttered a content ‘I understand’ which was muffled by The Doctor’s coat. Sometime during your time being held by The Doctor, you had turned in his arms. You didn’t remember doing this until much later, but you were surprised, despite what he stated, that he stayed like this with you. 

The Doctor ended up swaying back and forth for a bit with you in his arms, but as The Doctor usually does, he got bored very quickly. 

“You know … There is a planet where instead of handshakes, it’s mannerly for the people to introduce themselves with long hugs. Also, they have multiple interactive cuddle amusement parks and resorts. If you would like to go there with me?”

“You’re getting bored just standing around, aren’t you?” You joke into The Doctor’s jacket.

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I’d love to go to that planet with you, Doctor. But will you cuddle me while we read together sometimes?” You asked as you slightly pulled away from the Time Lord. The Doctor still kept his arms around you tightly, not allowing you to move too far away from his chest.

“I’ll do it all the time, Y/n. But let’s go to that cuddle planet!” The Doctor kissed your forehead before taking one of your hands and spinning you around a couple of times. He then jumped around the console in order to pilot the two of you to the cuddle planet, where you spent the rest of the day together.

New Dress

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader got a new dress on a whim and is excited to show The Doctor.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - nothing, just fluff. Me making up planets.

Word Count - 513

A/n - Feminine!Reader. This can be read as either a feminine gender neutral reader or a female reader, whatever makes you feel comfortable. Pre-established relationship. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account.

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You twirled around in front of your mirror. You had just bought a new dress. It was a spur-of-the-moment impulsive decision, but now that you were seeing the dress on yourself, you were ecstatic about your purchase.

The dress was soft and black with billowy sleeves and a three-tiered skirt that reached just below your mid-thigh. Across the black expanse of the material, there was a decorative mix of embroidered suns, stars, moons, and constellations and printed purple, blue, orange and green nebulas and galaxies. You thought that it was beautiful!

When you saw this dress, you instantly thought of The Doctor. On the dress, over your heart, there was a Human imitation of the twin stars of Oliono. Oliono was the first place The Doctor took you once the two of you began travelling together. Specifically, she took you to view the twin stars from a special, star-viewing, observatory that the residents of Oliono invented. Much later, The Doctor took you to Oliono, and the observatory, again on your first date as a couple. You were so excited to show The Doctor this dress and you hoped that she liked it just as much as you did.

You suddenly heard the TARDIS wheeze and begin to materialise in your living room. You knew that The Doctor was going to pick you up today after a weekend with your Human friends, but you didn’t know when she would appear. You ran out of your bedroom to where The TARDIS would appear. You really wanted to know what The Doctor thought of your new dress.

The Doctor gasped upon seeing you and her face broke out into an ecstatic grin.

“Is today Christmas?” The Doctor asked as she quickly walked up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you closer to her. She was so entranced by you that she forgot to close the door to The TARDIS.

“No, Doctor. It’s not Christmas.” You giggled at The Doctor’s giddiness.

“It must be! How is it that I am able to see you in such a beautiful outfit on just a random day?”

“I just saw it and hoped that you would like it.”

“Like it? I love it! You look absolutely brilliant!” The Doctor looked down at you in the breathtaking outfit again. She crooked her head to the side when she noticed something.  The Doctor then trailed her hand over the fabric close to your heart.

“Oliono? The twin stars!” 

“Yeah, that’s why I bought this dress. It reminded me of you.” The Doctor jolted her head back up at you with wide, slightly watery eyes, before smiling brightly again. She then gently took your face in both of her hands and kissed you sweetly, completely full of love and admiration for you. Once the two of you parted, The Doctor offered you her hand and lead you to her TARDIS.

“Come on! I have so many things to show you. Plus, we should plan another excursion to Oliono, as a treat, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t want anything less, Doc.”

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

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BBC Ghosts

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BBC Sherlock

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The Doctor x The Reader x The Master (any NuWho regenerations)

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Sodo

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Swiss

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Ghouls Carried Over From Era IV

Sunshine

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Phantom

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I am also going to list my Requesting Rules here. Please read those before requesting!

Touch Starved

Capaldi!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor has noticed your behaviour change over your time in his TARDIS and is determined to do something about it.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - Themes of depression and loneliness, not great parents

Word Count - 1292

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This was requested and posted on my old Tumblr account and I just wanted to post it on here. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You were a very affectionate person. You knew this from a very young age as you would love to hug your friends and want to hold their hands constantly. Your parents, however, instilled in you the harshness of society and how many people don’t like random and public displays of affection or how some people can use your naturally affectionate against you. So, they quickly moulded your behaviour after childhood and taught you to restrain yourself. They said that affection was cute when presented in children, but annoying and awkward when seen in adults.

After you grew up and went into higher education, your parents expected you to follow their influence. So, you grew colder and more isolated with age until you barely showed your friends physical affection at all.

When you first met The Doctor, you saw this opportunity to shed the influence of your parents and to return to your warm and bubbly self, but you hadn’t tried to hug either him or Clara, yet. You grew insecure when you heard The Doctor’s protests to Clara’s hugs. He would always give in, though, but you could see that he was still a bit uncomfortable with the act. You understood that Clara was The Doctor’s companion longer than you, though it still hurt your heart every time you would see the two of them hug or hold hands.  

You wanted affection so badly your body physically hurt. You didn’t know who to tell, though. So, you internalized your past and your current wants. You began staying in more, staying in your room in The TARDIS and usually sleeping. You were conflicted with yourself. You knew what you wanted, but the voices of your parents continued to echo throughout your head. So, you stayed in and secluded yourself so as to not be tempted into giving into your more affectionate personality.

After much convincing from both Clara and The Doctor (both of them knocking on your bedroom door constantly to see if you were okay), the three of you went on an adventure together. The Doctor decided to take the pair of you to a planetary market. They both explained that they had both been there before, The Doctor many times so, but the two of them figured that you would appreciate the aesthetics of the planet, as well. You have described to both of them many times that you always loved fairs and festivals and markets as they always gave you an opportunity to meet and interact with many individuals. Even if you avoided physical touch, you loved spending time with new people.

As soon as you arrived on the planet, your spirits instantly rose. You would go from booth to booth, talking to all of the individuals from various planets and people, just happy to interact with all of them. 

You then went to one booth, excited by what they were selling, but you were unable to understand the seller. The Doctor came up from behind you and unexpectedly placed one of his slim hands on the small of your back. You tried to concentrate on what he was saying and his conversation with the seller, but your mind continued to drift to the weight of The Doctor’s hand on your back. 

Clara motioned for the two of you to join her at another booth down the main market pathway. It was clad in different accessories such as jewellery and scarves and hats. The Doctor’s hand moved up your back to between your shoulder blades as he pushed you toward the booth. Once there, he dramatically picked up various accoutrements and moved you around like a model to see which was the best looking on you. Clara giggled, then added to The Doctor’s madness by wrapping a thickly-knit purple scarf, with stars and moons embroidered into the fabric, dramatically around your neck. The pair of them stepped back and smiled broadly. 

Clara removed a strange hat from your head and The Doctor removed the scarf while you struggled to get a complicated bracelet off of your wrist. You tried to ask them multiple times what they were doing, but they always responded with a jolly “isn’t it obvious?” You had finally removed the bracelet when you saw The Doctor holding a bag out to you.

“What’s this?”

“The scarf. You looked good in it and I thought that you would want a souvenir.” He smiled and shoved the bag into your shocked hands before quickly taking your arm in his and walking after Clara who had gone to find some edible food for you and her’s Human palate.

The day continued just the same. Clara and The Doctor trying to make you happy by showing you the wonders of the Universe and the amazing celebrations of this planet. All of you ate strange foods (as long as they were safe) and you got a few more souvenirs. All the while, The Doctor always had a hand on your back or his arm hooked around yours. You couldn’t understand the change in attitude and what was happening and why The Doctor was acting so differently. The three of you even took a couple of photos in front of a monument with your arms all wrapped around each other. The Doctor, rarely, if ever, acted like this, but you were enjoying it.

You were starting to worry, though, that this was just The Doctor’s way of giving you one last great adventure before sending you back to Earth. This plagued your mind even though you tried to enjoy the rest of the day and create lifelong memories of your time with your friends. But your inner fears were continuing to rage in a confusing rubble in your brain when the three of you returned to The TARDIS and The Doctor said to prepare for a much more running-filled adventure tomorrow.

“Both of us?” You stayed behind after Clara said her goodnights and went to her room in order to ask some of your questions. 

“Not just you and Clara?”

“Why wouldn’t you be there, Y/n? Are you not feeling okay?” You shook your head in confusion.

“I just thought that you were taking me home. This adventure was so fun and happy, I had figured that it would be my last one.”

“Do you want to go home?” You practically screamed a frantic “no!” back to The Doctor, probably a bit too quickly.

“Then why would I make you do so?”

“I don't really know. I was just worried that I might have made you and Clara uncomfortable because of how much I love showing affection to the people I care about.” You were looking down at your shoes until you felt The Doctor’s hands come to firmly hold your shoulders. You looked up at him, but you were still too afraid to look him in the eye.

“Y/n, I promise you that you have not made either of us uncomfortable. We know that you care about us, and our boundaries and we really appreciate that. I do especially. I’m not that big of a hugger, but I will always love a hug from you. Whenever you need one, just ask.” The Doctor smiled bittersweetly, he could see that you were on the verge of tears, and he just wanted to make you happy. He slowly opened his arms for you, and you fell into his chest. The Doctor ran a hand over your back, rubbing relaxing circles into your muscles, while his other arm was wrapped around your neck, gently curling you into his torso. The two of you stayed like this for a while, you couldn’t tell how long, just simply enjoying the relaxing peace of the gesture.

So Where To First?

Smith!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After The Doctor saves you several times, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #15. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

Warnings - canon typical violence

Word Count - 1129

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You had met The Doctor many times before. For some reason, the two of you always ended up in the same place at the same time. However, the times that the two of you met were rarely peaceful. So many times you found yourself attacked by a random alien wanting to get to The Doctor, and every time, The Doctor saved you.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have feelings for The Doctor. How could you not have feelings for the person who saved you random encounter after random encounter? But how could you possibly tell someone so monolithic that you had a crush on them and that you wished to see them in more intimate, less terrifying, circumstances? It seemed like such a daunting task to you.

Today would not be one of those less terrifying days for you, however. The day did start out normal. You went to the shops and got some groceries, cleaned your apartment and did some work for the upcoming Monday. But when you went to go for a little walk to the nearby park in order to stretch your legs and get out of your home an alien appeared out of nowhere and prepared to attack you. You didn’t know what to do. You tried to run away, but the alien crowded you in. You still tried to run away from it because it seemed slow and lumbering, but then the alien hit you over the head with the butt of their weapon. You didn’t knock out completely, but you were in no state to help yourself.

In your haze, you could feel the alien dragging you back to its ship. Then you heard a noise. The most beautiful noise in the Universe. A wheezing sound going in and out of time until it stabilised and then suddenly stopped. The Doctor was here. He was here to save you. But before you could actually rejoice in the fact that The Doctor had saved you, you fell asleep.

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You woke up in your bed, neatly tucked in under the covers. Your head felt completely fine as if nothing had ever happened. On your bedside table, there was a glass of water, a plate of Jammie Dodgers (one biscuit of the bunch had a bite taken out of it), and a vase of freshly cut flowers. You looked to the window and saw through the break in your curtains that the sun was still up but was clearly about to set.

Suddenly, a crash rumbled throughout your apartment, originating from the kitchen. You then heard a shout that sounded like The Doctor talking to himself. You were instantly relieved. At least a stranger hadn’t broken into your home.

You grumbled stiffly out of bed and wrapped a quilt that you had never seen before around your sour body. You assumed that The Doctor had given you some alien medicine that treated your probable concussion, but it caused you to feel a bit stiff. Before you left your bedroom, though, to see what The Doctor was doing in the kitchen, you snatched a Jammie Dodger a quickly gobbled it down.

Upon padding into the kitchen, you saw The Doctor running around the place making some delicious-smelling food. He wasn’t wearing his statement jacket, just his button-down shirt, braces, and bowtie. He brushed his hair back and looked behind him, briefly making eye contact with you. He turned back around to the food he was preparing but did a double take and then excitedly said hello to you once he fully realized that you were now in the room with him.

“Ah! Y/n! You’re awake! I was hoping that you would be soon so I would have to wake you up. I made you some dinner.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do any of this, Doctor.”

“Of course I did. Don’t be ridiculous.”

The Doctor then instructed you to sit and relax while he finished making you dinner before serving it to you with his unique brand of dramatic flair. The two of you then ate contently, exchanging polite conversation intermingled with The Doctor’s explanation of what had happened to you early that day. But eventually, you both finished eating meaning that The Doctor would probably have to be leaving soon. Something in your brain must have clicked while you were asleep; you needed to confess your feelings to the person you cared about most in the Universe.

“Can I do something that I have been meaning to do for a while?” You asked hopefully.

“Ooo, yes, please! I love new things. Always have. You got a new thing; I will race to try it!” The Doctor rambled as you stood up and rounded the corner of the table until you were directly in front of The Doctor. You could tell that The Doctor was going to continue to talk about how much he loved trying new things, so you leaned down and kissed The Doctor. In the kiss, you channelled all your gratitude for him and all the growing feelings you had for him. Eventually, you ended the kiss with a bite to The Doctor’s bottom lip and then licked where you bit him before retreating back to your seat.

The Doctor looked at you shocked for a moment before jolting up from his seat. He ran out of your kitchen toward the front door of your flat before running back to you.

“I’ll be back in a tick, I promise. Do you trust me?” You nodded bittersweetly. You trusted him, of course you did, but you were hoping for something bigger in response. A second later, though, you heard the same wheezing sound you heard before going in and out of your kitchen. Suddenly The Doctor’s TARDIS appeared in your kitchen. You were already amazed because you had never seen The TARDIS in action before, but then The Doctor bolted out from the doors of his ship.

“Tadah!! Do you like it?”

“Like it? Doctor, I love it!”

“Would you like to travel with me, then?”

“Really?” You never thought that The Doctor would ever invite you onto his ship.

“Yes! Of course! I’d love to travel with you, Y/n.” The Doctor kneeled down to where he was level with you in your chair and then caressed your face before pecking your lips. He then kissed your nose and let his head rest against yours. Your face broke out into a cheek-hurting smile before you tackled The Doctor into a hug. He quickly stood up to avoid falling over onto your kitchen floor and reciprocated the action. He then spun you around a couple of times before setting you down.

“So where to first?”

Choosing You

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Master kidnaps The Reader hoping to seduce them, but you will always choose The Doctor.

Based On This Request -

Promts Used - #24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Warnings - Kidnapping, references to sexual activities, making out, Minor DNI!

Word Count - 912

A/n - Again, I think that this is more of a gender neutral reader, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless. Requested on my old Tumblr by a lovely anon!

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You groaned in pain as a migraine bubbled to the surface of your brain. It was clear to you what was going on; you were working off the last remains of a tranquiliser while being tightly tied to a chair facing a grinning Master. Given how many times The Master kidnapped you in this way, you would have hoped that you would have gained some sort of residence to the tranquiliser, but you hadn’t. You always woke up uncomfortable and with a massive headache.

“Well well well, look what I found wandering a dangerous planet all by themselves. We really have to stop meeting like this, love.”

“You wouldn’t dream of not kidnapping me if given the chance.”

“Think highly of yourself, do you?”

“Clearly you think highly of me. That’s why you haven’t killed me.”

“Yet.” The Master cocked his head to the side and look you up and down hungrily. You rolled your eyes. You could tell that he was trying to be threatening, but you knew that he was undressing you with his eyes.

“Just let me go and nothing bad will happen to you.”

“Let you go? But why in space would I do that?” The Master began sauntering over to where you were tied up.

“The Doctor will get me back and your plan will fail again.”

“Will that really happen?”

“Yes, it will.”

“But I just want you, Y/n.” That made you freeze. You had suspected that The Master had feelings for you, but given how he usually acts, you could never be sure.

“I don’t need some big destructive plan to be happy, I just need you.” The Master lent down and cupped your cheek.

“I have grown very fond of you. And I think that you have grown very fond of me, too.” The Master's voice was soft and sultry. You could hear his genuineness in his voice, and that’s what terrified you.

He moved his hand over to your lips and then brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, causing The Master to smirk. He snuck his thumb into your mouth. You then saw your chance and you took it. You bit The Master’s thumb. Hard. Your kidnapper then screamed out in pain and stumbled back toward his TARDIS console.

“You bit me! Kinky. The Doctor would not approve.”

“I disagree. She quite likes the pressure.” The Master’s glare darkened upon hearing your suggestive statement.

“I have some business to take care of, murder weapons and such, you know how it is. Don’t go anywhere.” The Master grumbled out of the console room, his fists balled tightly. 

As soon as he was gone, The TARDIS broke your restraints. She always helped you get away from The Master, and you thanked her greatly before leaving the ship and running off to find The Doctor. Thankfully, it didn’t take you long until you ran into your strange alien companion searching everywhere for you.

“I thought that I lost you!” The Doctor scolded as she ran toward you. She enveloped you in a hug as soon as the two of you were in front of each other.

“I’d never let that happen and you know it!”

“But The Master? How did you get away?”

“My genius. Plus a little help from his TARDIS. Also, I may or may not have bit The Master’s thumb to distract him.”

“You bit him.”

“He deserved it! He was flirting with me, so I had to prove that I’m yours Doctor.” The Gallifreyan smiled sweetly and then kissed delicately.

“I love you!”

“I love you more, Doc.” The Doctor held out her open palm and you enthusiastically took her hand. She quickly bounded into a run and lead you to her TARDIS.

Upon entering The Doctor’s ship, she instantly grasped your face with both hands and smashed her lips into yours. You responded passionately and pulled The Doctor closer to you by her hips. You then brushed your tongue over The Doctor’s bottom lip teasingly. The Doctor opened her mouth and dove her tongue into your mouth, quickly defeating you in the fight for dominance. You moaned into The Doctor’s mouth and grabbed her hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other in order to ground yourself. The Doctor then moved one of her hands to the back of your head and the other to your torso to grope your chest. The Doctor then walked you backwards until your back was steadily against the wall.

“Don’t run away like that again!” The Doctor groaned when you broke away from the kiss for air.

“I was just trying to help you, though.”

“Well, helping me is fine, but not like that. Gotta keep you safe with me. Otherwise, I’ll lock you in the TARDIS.”

“Ooo, that could be fun!” You nipped at The Doctor’s neck, then placed a kiss on the spot you bit.

“Y/n! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Come on, you have to admit that you would like to see me tied up in our bed. There’s no way for The Master to get me from all the way in there.” You sultrily whispered into The Doctor’s ear. The Doctor nipped at your neck in retaliation before tossing you over her shoulder and carrying you to your shared bedroom. The adventure the two of you were on would have to wait; the both of you had love express first.

Runaway Makeout

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After running away from a threat, The Doctor and you impulsively reveal your crushes on the other.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

Warnings - Canon typical violence, making out. 13 might be a bit ooc in this, but I don’t know. I just thought that this was cute

Word Count - 540

A/n - I think I made this more of a gender neutral reader because it’s more of a blurb than a full long fic. This was requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You and The Doctor ran down the hall of the Sontaran ship, hand in hand. The Sontaran soldiers were running not too far behind the two of you and firing their weapons in your general direction. Thankfully, The TARDIS was just around the corner and the two of you quickly entered the ship before the Sontarans could reach you. The Doctor then piloted you away to safety.

“Are you okay?” You walked up to The Doctor and inspected her now burnt and ripped-up coat. While you were examining the Sontaran ship, a lone soldier snuck up on you and almost killed you. Then The Doctor showed up from wherever she was searching and saved you, but she almost got shot in the process.

“Okay?! Of course, I’m okay, I’m the king of okay! … Queen … Queen of okay… Doesn’t matter! Royalty of okay. I’m the royalty of okay!” The Doctor smiled at you warmly. You frowned back at the Gallifreyan, though. You hated when she would throw herself into dangerous situations for you.

“Don’t do that!”

“What? I have to make sure that you’re safe. I don’t know what I would do without you.” The Doctor held the side of your face in her palm and brushed a bit of soot away from your cheek. You didn’t know what to do when The Doctor grew affectionate like this. It was a recent development, and it always made you flustered.

“Well, I’m happy that you didn’t get hurt in the process. But your coat? It’s destroyed!”

“Don’t worry about that. I have another. Now, we have to find out who the Sontarans are working with and what they are up to.” You ignored the first question that popped into your mind. Which was about how many coats did The Doctor have that were identical to each other, but you chose to ignore it and focus on the situation that you were in. You thought about everything that you went through today and all the information you gathered and witnessed, so you suggested a plan in the hopes that The Doctor would approve.

“Y/n! You are an absolutely brilliant genius!” The Doctor grabbed your face again and kissed you quickly on the lips then turned around to The TARDIS console in order to enact the plan you devised. However, you wanted to kiss The Doctor more. You spun The Doctor back around and kissed her again, but this time it was more passionate. You held onto the back of The Doctor’s neck and The Doctor held your hips tightly, pulling you closer toward her until your body was pressed firmly up against hers. Suddenly, The Doctor pushed you away from her; your lips disconnected with a pop.

“Even though I love this, we really need to deal with those Sontarans.”

“Right … Sorry.” You were worried that you got the wrong impression of your relationship with The Doctor.

“Don’t apologise.” The Doctor softly kissed your lips again in order to reassure you of her intentions toward you. 

“I absolutely intend to kiss you more after we deal with all this mess.” The Doctor then smiled widely, and excitedly, before piloting the two of you off to stop those pesky Sontarans. 

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!

The Master’s Plan

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Master, after becoming friends with you, is tired of seeing The Doctor and The Reader go around and around in oblivious circles. So, she puts it upon herself to get the two of you together.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - fake dating ish, trying to get The Doctor riled up(mostly The Master does this), mutual pining

Word Count - 3066

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I had a second idea for this request from my old Tumblr account, so I had to finish it. I hope that you enjoy it!

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The Master couldn’t believe that you and The Doctor weren’t together yet! She used to hate you. Not because you were The Doctor’s new companion, but because The Doctor actually seemed to be committed to you. But now she wished not only to be your friend but also to help get you and The Doctor together. Even after everything The Master and The Doctor had been through, and even after everything The Master and you had been through, all she wanted was to see her two friends happy.

Soon after The Master had first met you, she had tried to rip you away from The Doctor and break your trust in him. But you informed the disappointed Master that you already knew about The Doctor’s past. You knew about the Time War, how The Doctor hurt The Master, and all of his previous companions and relationships. The Doctor had told you that he had been alone for a long time since he last regenerated and chose to wait to travel with anyone instead of jumping right into another companionship. Then he met you. You hadn't told The Master the last bit, but when she complained that she had to wait for The Doctor to show himself after decades of hiding, The Doctor’s statement was corroborated.

Disappointedly, The Master let you go from that encounter without a scratch on you. But she would kidnap you often after the fact. In the beginning, she legitimately wanted to harm you to get to the Doctor, but now she actually enjoyed your company. Often the two of you would gossip about The Doctor. The Master would always burst out laughing when The Doctor would barge into the room where you were captured completely shocked and out of breath and with adrenaline in his eyes.

The Master had stopped kidnapping you a couple of months ago. You thought something was wrong, but you couldn’t alert The Doctor because he would think that you were conspiring with her, when in actuality, you just cared for the wellbeing of someone you considered your friend. But about a week later, you got your answer. The Master had planned a horrible scheme to destroy Earth and turn Humans into her own personal obedient army. Of course, The Doctor and you discovered her plan and stopped her. The Doctor then insisted that she come to live in The TARDIS with the two of you, so she could gain some much-needed respect for beings that she thought lesser than her.

The Doctor quickly regretted the situation he created. You and The Master got along too much for his liking. This arrangement was meant to be some sort of punishment, but The Master seemed to enjoy being stuck in a confined space with you. What The Doctor was unaware of was the fact that The Master just loved to gossip behind The Doctor’s back, and she enjoyed feeling young with you. Her feelings for you were completely platonic. And she was actually overjoyed by the fact that someone wanted to be her friend; let alone someone as kind as you wanted to be her friend.

The Doctor’s uncomfortableness over his presumption that The Master had feelings for you was shifted out of his main focus by something strange going on in The Universe. There was a sneaking suspicion growing and spreading throughout space. No one had any idea what was going on, but random people were just showing up dead randomly. Many galaxies had joined together to try and investigate the issue, but none of them could solve the problem. The Doctor, ever the good Samaritan, instantly tried to solve the mystery. The Doctor set you on library duty while he did some aerial scouting from the console room.

It was difficult finding the information The Doctor had requested, but with the help of The TARDIS, and absolutely no help from The Master, you did eventually find everything that would help The Doctor. You texted him as soon as you found everything. All you wanted to do was make him happy and make him proud of you. 

The Doctor ran toward the TARDIS library as soon as he received your message. But he slowed down and walked into the library calmly, so as to seem as if he hadn’t just run there. He had to make you believe that he had absolutely no romantic feelings for you. He thought that he was being completely discreet, but The Master just thought that her old friend was being completely ridiculous. 

The Doctor quickly walked up beside you, with a small bounce in his step, and placed his hand on your back. Then you exuberantly explained what you had found, and The Doctor seemed to like the information you were detailing for him.

“Oh, my stars! You are brilliant, Y/n! Absolutely fantastic! I could kiss you!” The Doctor jumped up and down and grabbed your shoulders excitedly.

“Then why don’t you?” You flirtily retorted. The Doctor immediately became flustered, removed his hands from your body and started mumbling and bumbling about. He was speaking so quickly, much faster than normal, and you could only make out some of the things he had said. You had heard “I should do that,” “No, no that would be too complicated,” and “I better be off.” 

The Doctor quickly bumbled around the table, hitting it with his hip, and then headed toward the exit. You huffed, defeatedly, and went to pile up the books. Maybe you would give them to The Doctor in the console room, find him in the kitchen, or even stop by his office. But you would not get the opportunity to do any of those things. The Doctor zipped back into the library and collected the books from your grasp and ran back out of the room before you could utter a word.

With your task project now finished, you slumped back toward your room. You felt like crying or screaming in frustration. This wasn’t the first time you flirted with The Doctor, and he responded that way, but you thought that because he always flirts with you that you had a chance with him. Yet he always ran away from you. Maybe you completely misinterpreted his “flirty” comments? Maybe he was just being friendly?

“Woah, your thoughts are quite loud today, Y/n!”

“Can we not do this right now, Master?” 

“Was The Doctor being a fool again?” You nodded solemnly at The Master leaning concededly against the wall of the hallway.

“Come to my room, darling. I’ll make you a drink.”

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“What am I doing wrong?” You paced around The Master’s black marble tiled lounge area, wildly gesturing with the half-drank glass of the boulevardier cocktail The Master made you.

“Absolutely nothing my dear. The Doctor is merely a spineless idiot!” The Renegade Time Lord spat before taking a sip of her own boulevardier cocktail.

“Master!” You were frustrated with The Doctor, but you would never have the same animosity The Master had for her Best Enemy.

“Sorry, but it’s true. At least in this instance. I have told you many times that The Doctor’s feelings for you are obvious, that’s why I began kidnapping you in the first place. We just have to make him snap!”

“I don’t want him to snap, I just want to be with him.” You slumped into the soft yet sophisticated chair across from where The Master was lounging.

“Well, I might have an idea as to make him admit his feelings … If you are up to it, that is …” The Master smirked at you, breathed in a puff from her cigar, sighed out the smoke, and then sent you a wink.

“What are you scheming, Master?”

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The Doctor scoured over the books you had found for him. You had left some notes that you thought would be useful, but The Doctor would be having a much more exciting time if you were beside him helping him. It was his fault as to why you weren’t beside him right now, he knew that. The Doctor was very aware of his intense feelings for you, and he was 99.9% positive that you liked him too, but so many things could go wrong if he admitted his feelings. Your friendship might become strained, he might have to watch you fall in love with someone else, or, worst of all, you might leave him!

The Doctor sighed in defeat. Against his better judgement, he walked toward your room with one of the books you had found in his hand. The Doctor needed you to help him. It was the only way to get him to focus on the task at hand and not all of the worst cases scenarios running amok in his brain.

However, no matter how many times The Doctor tried to walk to your room, The TARDIS lead him somewhere else. The Doctor was going to question his ship, but then he heard a scream erupt through the air of the ship.

The Doctor rushed through the halls of his TARDIS, trying to discover the cause of the noise. To his surprise, The Doctor walked in on you laughing hysterically on the ground and The Master above you, tickling you.

“What are the two of you doing?”

“Our little friend here dared accuse me of not being fun! So, I started a tickle fight, and, of course, I won! Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” The Master leaned down over you, entirely too close to your face for The Doctor’s comfort.

“Master, why don’t you help me with the engine? I spotted a bit of a hiccup that needed a bit of a look-over. We need my TARDIS to be in tip-top shape before we try to solve this mystery.”

“Can’t you do that yourself? Y/n and I still have half of a movie to finish.” The Master sneered at her old friend.

“No, I am pretty sure that I need your help with the engine.”

“I can help you, Doctor.” You chirped after sitting up on your elbows. Unbeknownst to you, The Master looked down at you seductively, causing The Doctor’s blood to boil.

“But what about our movie? The couple was just about to confess their feelings for each other!”

“We can finish it later, Master.”

“No, no, no, I need The Master’s help.” 

“Fine, you buzzkill. I’ll help you. Don’t wait up for me, lovely. I expect that this is going to take a while.” The Doctor glared at The Master behind her back but dropped the glare as soon as his old friend turned back around to face him. You didn’t think that The Master saw The Doctor’s unadulterated jealous face, but you did. You didn’t want to hurt him, but that’s exactly what you did. All of this was an act. He was the one you loved. You didn’t want him to feel so much pain because of you. You were tempted to reveal the plan you and The Master came up with, but The Doctor swiftly left before you could admit anything.

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The Doctor stormed out of the room and marched toward the console room. All the while, The Master smirked. She was very proud that her plan was succeeding. Upon reaching the console move, The Doctor abruptly turned to face his old friend.

“What are you doing with Y/n?”

“Why? Jealous, Doctor?” The Master taunted, causing The Doctor to become flustered at the thought of his yet-to-be-voiced feelings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The Doctor turned away and began fiddling with the TARDIS console.

“I am no idiot, Doctor. I know that the “hiccup in the engine” was a distraction to get me away from Y/n. Because you would rather have your precious little crush be all alone than be with me, your Best Enemy.”

“Just stay away from Y/n.” The Doctor huffed and rushed to his room, resolving to solve the mystery by himself.

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The Master did not stay away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The Master hung around you more. But despite all the fake love being publicly displayed, you and your two alien roommates did solve the mysterious murders plaguing various galaxies and helped the civilizations living there.

As a post-adventure treat, The Doctor suggested for you and him to go to Lypitta. It was a beautiful planet known for its very scenic views, and its infamously poisonous itiia poul klailei tree, but The Doctor wasn’t there for that. He wanted to impress you and potentially romance you there. 

To his dismay, though, The Master hadn’t left his TARDIS yet. The Doctor had allowed The Master to leave after the three of you saved all those galaxies, but she said that she wished to stay abroad for a bit longer. The Master even said that she enjoyed the company! The Doctor didn’t believe this. He knew that she was just trying to make him uncomfortable and angry with her flirting with you. She was constantly around you, touching you, looming too close to your face. The Doctor felt so defeated. He should be with you. He should be loving you and showering you in praise, but he was too late. The Master won you over and The Doctor stewed in sadness over the fact that he would soon be left alone once again.

Upon arriving on Lypitta, you briefly spoke to The Master alone before walking over to The Doctor. The Master went off on her own merry way and The Doctor almost seemed shocked that you wanted to be with him instead of his old friend. You asked The Doctor about the history and general environment of the planet, and he happily obliged in telling you everything he knew while the two of you walked around the planet. But eventually, the two of you fell into a bittersweet silence. You wanted to confess to The Doctor so badly, but you didn’t know how. And The Doctor wanted to ask you about your feelings, but he also didn’t know how to broach such a now awkward topic. So, the two of you continued to explore the planet in silence until The Doctor finally convinced himself to speak up.

“So, you and The Master then?”

“Doctor, it’s not like -” You instantly felt sadder than you were before. The Doctor looked so heartbroken.

“It’s fine. I haven’t been the most attentive, I can understand why you would move on. I just wish that it wasn’t with her. And I more so wish that I actually got the guts to say something before. Maybe it could be me holding you the way she does.” You had to tell The Doctor the truth now! You grabbed The Doctor by his shoulders and forced him to face you.

“Doctor, it’s a lie!”

“What is?”

“The Master and I, though it was mainly her idea, we thought that pretending to be close romantically would finally get you to confess your feelings for me out of jealous. I didn’t want to make you sad, though. I’m really sorry, Doctor. I should have just told you that I had feelings for you.” You dropped your hands and looked at your feet in regret. You hoped that this wouldn’t ruin everything between the two of you.

“You like me, Y/n?” You popped you head up to look at The Doctor when you heard his incredibly hopeful question.

“Yes, Doctor, I’ve liked you for a while.” The Doctor burst into a smile and quickly hugged you around the waist and spun you around in circles a couple of times.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely serious!” The Doctor started to laugh adorably and spin you around again.

“Doctor! Doctor, if you don’t stop, I’ll throw up!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I’m just so excited!” The Doctor dropped you back down onto the ground and cradled your face in his hands. He was so excited to be able to finally express his feelings for you openly.

“You could just kiss me instead?”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to impose …”

“Just kiss them, you idiot! Don’t make me devise another rom-com-esc scheme just to get you two to finally kiss!” The Master screamed from atop the hill, leaning against an itiia poul klailei tree and whittling from a twig she cut from a nearby branch. The Doctor quickly turned his attention back to you and gently caressed a thumb against your bottom lip.

“Are you okay with me kissing you?”

“Yes, Doctor, please kiss me!” You smiled giddily and bounced on the balls of your feet. The Doctor smiled back at you before leaning forward, close enough to where your noses brushed up against each other. The Doctor wanted to give you one last opportunity for you to turn away. When you didn’t move away and you brushed your nose against The Doctor’s, finally, The Doctor leaned into you and placed a soft, yet longing filled kiss on your lips.

The Master groaned in disgust at the sight and turned to look at the landscape of Lypitta. She was happy for the two of you, but she absolutely did not want to see you and The Doctor romantically entangled in any way. When she thought the two of you were finished publicly displaying your newfound affection, she turned around to talk to the two of you. However, when she did this, The Master saw the two of you still kissing, and it appeared that the kiss was growing more intense and handsy. The Master stalked toward the two of you and shouted to alert the both of you.

“So, do the two of you want to continue snogging in the middle of a field or maybe retreat to a bit of privacy?” You and The Doctor broke apart in shock but consigned to hold onto each other.

“Well, we can still explore Lypitta.” The Doctor stated, more because he wanted to show you this planet, and not out of concern for The Master’s wants.

“Please spare me your honeymoon phase. We can explore this planet at a later date when the two of you aren’t so glued together.” The Master began to walk back toward The Doctor’s TARDIS without waiting for a response.

“I thought you wanted to see us together, Master?” The Doctor snarkily shot back.

“Not like that, you idiot!”

Feeling Good

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - Yaz convinces you to confront The Doctor and confess your feelings to her in a very forward way.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - lap dancing and stripping and leading to smut, but no actual smut, minors please DNI!

Word Count - 1801

A/n - I hope that this is a gender neutral reader. I think that I managed to do that. Requested by @supermegapauselouca on my old Tumblr account, just wanted to reupload it on here. Also, I did write a sex scene for this, but I ended up removing it from this fic because I didn’t know how to end it and I am self-conscious about my smut writing abilities. But I can post it as like a Feeling Good 1.5, if anyone would want that. But anyway, I hope that you enjoy this!

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You, along with The Fam, had weaselled out of The Doctor when her birthday was, or, at least, when she thought her birthday was. She said that she couldn’t quite remember exactly, which you found sad. Despite The Doctor’s hazy memory on the subject, you, Graham, Ryan, and Yaz decided to throw The Doctor a week-long birthday celebration as a thank you for all of the adventures she took you and The Fam on and all of the rescues she performed. You also wanted to make up for the birthdays all of you had missed celebrating since befriending The Doctor.

You were the most dedicated to The Doctor’s birthday celebrations. You were always by her side, introducing her to the day’s plans and making sure that The Doctor was always enjoying herself. If she wasn’t, you were there alert and ready to change plans at a moment's notice in order to make her happy. The entire Fam now knew of your feelings for the time-travelling alien, but Yaz knew long before your obsession with making The Doctor’s birthday celebration perfect. So, when she came trotting up to you one day with a suggestion for the last day of The Doctor’s birthday celebration, you almost didn’t know how to respond. 

“You want me to do what, Yaz?!”

“Confess your feelings for The Doctor!” Your face fell in shock again. You couldn’t believe that Yaz would suggest something so absurd.

“Okay, yeah, sure. However, I am not going to do that!” You flusteredly shouted back.

“Come on! We all think you should confess already.”

“We? You told everyone- whatever! How do you expect me to do that, Yaz.” You wanted to confront Yaz about her loose tongue, but you didn’t have time for that now. You were just glad that Yaz hadn’t told The Doctor about your feelings behind your back.

“Seduce her. Well, not seduce because she likes you, too, but be sexy. Give her a lap dance!”

“No!” You shook your head furiously, completely horrified in shock. 

“Yes!”

“No, Yaz! I am not doing that, in general, but especially not as a way to confess my feelings for her!”

“Yes, it is provocative, but we both know how The Doctor is. If you hint at your feelings, she is not going to understand. You have to be blunt.” You slumped your shoulders, you knew that Yaz was right about that fact, The Doctor was very oblivious. But you continued to argue that you couldn’t go through with it, and you walked away to go to bed.

There were still a couple more days of The Doctor’s birthday celebration and every day one, or all, of your friends would come up to you trying to convince you that giving The Doctor a lap dance would be a good idea. Every time, you, embarrassingly, denied them. Yaz would also always text at the worst times, always when you were talking to The Doctor, suggesting her confession plan. And eventually, you gave in; your resolve was completely broken. 

You and Yaz met in your room and tried to decorate it in a sexy but aloof manner, at least, that is what Yaz described the aesthetic to be. The pair of you changed your sheets and bedspread to a silky dark red material and added a sheer dark red curtain around the top of your bedposts. Yaz explained that all she had to do now was tell The Doctor that you wanted to speak to her and while she did this, you would change into a sexy outfit and wait to hear The Doctor enter your room from your bathroom. Then you would seductively exit your bathroom and confess your feelings to The Doctor.

“I’ve made a ‘Sexy Playlist’ -” You kept trying to tell Yaz this important information, and Yaz talked over you every time. Even now, she interrupted you.

“Stop overthinking this, Y/n. You like The Doctor. The Doctor definitely likes you. If she likes seeing you as a potential partner, she won’t stop you, but if she does stop you, which is unlikely, then stop. But as I said before, The Doctor won’t stop because she likes you. It’s simple.”

“But what about my ‘Sexy Playlist’?” Yaz rolled her eyes but conceded.

“Okay, playing it in the background is probably a good idea, you know, for the mood. Might ease a bit of tension for both you and The Doctor.” You set up and connected your phone to the speaker in your room in preparation for everything. Finally, Yaz gave you one last confidence speech then left to enact the plan while you went to the bathroom to change. 

You phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Yaz, she texted you earlier than you thought she would, saying that everything was ready, and The Doctor was on her way. You quickly finished getting dressed and eventually, you heard knocking. You waited with bated breath, hoping that The Doctor would just walk into like she usually did.

Then you heard your door open, and you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. You could hear from behind the bathroom door that The Doctor moved into your room while calling your name. You took a deep breath, hit play on “Sexy Playlist,” and then slowly exited your bathroom dressed in a white lacey set of lingerie and a red robe tied lousy around your waist.

“Ah! Y/n, what's going on…” The Doctor finally turned to look at you from where she sat in an armchair by your fireplace, but she went silent upon seeing what you were wearing. Instantly, her face turned bright red with a blush. That scared you. Your brain began running a million miles an hour worried that The Doctor didn’t like you this way. But you remembered that all of The Fam said that The Doctor really cared about you, so you pushed your doubts to the back of your mind and walked closer to The Doctor to the beat of the music. You seductively swivelled your hips to the music, drawing your hands up your side to enunciate your actions. You walked forward toward The Doctor and untied the belt of the robe. You brushed the robe slightly away from your body mid swivel of your hips causing your lingerie to be on full display for The Doctor. You could feel her gaze bore into your body. You then sat on The Doctor’s slightly spread legs. You hoped that feeling her would give you some comfort that dancing in front of her did not.

“Do you like what you see, Doc?” You seductively ran the tip of your index finger against your lips before you stroked the side of The Doctor’s face with the same finger.

“Ye-yes. I really like what I see.” The Doctor’s pupils grew larger than any time you’ve seen before. Maybe your friends were right? Maybe The Doctor did have feelings for you?

“Yo-you do?” You were so shocked by her reaction. You never thought that she would see you in the way you desired. 

“Yes, Y/n, I really, really like what I see. I wish that I could see you like this more often.” The Doctor tightly gripped your waist and pulled you closer to her, causing you to lean on to her shoulders for support.

“You do?” You were so shocked by how forward she was being, though she probably felt the same way about you. 

“Yes, if I had my way, Y/n, I would only have you looking like this when around me. All dolled up, wrapped in lace, completely at my will.” The Doctor’s eyes suddenly darkened, and a small smirk lined her lips. It was your turn for your face to heat up as you became flustered by The Doctor’s words. You had never seen The Doctor show this side of herself, but you enjoyed it. You wanted to hear her talk like this more. But instead of fully giving into The Doctor’s grip, you stood suddenly up far enough away from The Doctor to where she couldn't touch you, giving you the perfect opportunity to tease her and gain some power back in the situation.

“You want this, don’t you?” You let your robe fall to the ground then you removed the lace lingerie top, your chest now on full display and free from its fabric prison. You stood vulnerable yet confident before The Doctor in just your lacey underwear and stockings.

“This is what you want, Doctor. You want me.” 

“Yes, it is, Y/n. Now come back here.” The Doctor moved forward and pulled you back to her by your wrists. Before you could sit back down on her lap, though, The Doctor placed her hands on your waist heavily and moved you to sit solely on her right leg.

The Doctor squeezed your hips, and then strongly guided them so you were grinding against her leg. You moaned quietly, causing The Doctor to hold onto your hips harder and control your movements to get you to moan for her again. While The Doctor guided your hips against her lap, she kissed down from your neck to your chest, leaving little bite marks and hickeys on your most sensitive areas. You had to grab onto The Doctor’s shoulders again to keep yourself steady on her lap, she was making you so weak for her.

Occasionally, your knee would rub up against The Doctor’s crouch, causing a moan to escape her own mouth. You smiled when you finally heard her moan, you had imagined this moment many times, and now you were finally experiencing it.

 Quickly, The Doctor became impatient with the position that the two of you were in and she easily picked you up, walked over to your bed and threw you on it. The Doctor then crawled in between your legs and glided her hands up your torso, but suddenly she froze. The Doctor looked you in the eye and you saw her beautiful green and golden eyes soften.

“Are you okay?” The Doctor asked calmly, but her voice was filled with seriousness.

“Yes, Doctor. Are you?”

“Yes! I’m absolutely brilliant! Will you tell me if you are ever uncomfortable?”

“Of course I will, Doctor. I trust you.”

The strange alien then smiled sweetly above you before leaning down to kiss you passionately. You gladly kissed her back and snaked your hand up to her neck to deepen the kiss. The Doctor eventually reached up to grab your hand and slam it down on the bed. The Doctor continued to kiss you passionately and deeply, growing even more possessive and dominant with each passing moment. The two of you continued this dance into the night, passionately confessing feelings for the other until morning. 

Soaked Through To The Bone

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor becomes flustered after seeing the though The Reader’s soaked shirt.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Reader not knowing that their shirt is see through, suggestive themes, so 18 plus please

Word Count - 1082

A/n - Female Reader. Requested by this lovely anon from my old Tumblr account. I hope you enjoy!

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You rushed to open the door to your flat and finally get out of the rain. The Doctor offered you a cheerful hello and you tried to give her the same energy back but weren’t able. You were too cold and wet from being drenched by the evening English rain to respond cheerfully.

The Doctor had asked to stay with you for a couple of days at your apartment. You allowed her to but questioned why she would want to do that. The Doctor explained that she needed to do some maintenance on The TARDIS, and she needed a stable environment to do so. Apparently, the last time she tried to clean some of her TARDIS’s core coils while floating through space, she almost crashed into the moon of a neighbouring planet, and she wasn’t keen on repeating that experience.

“Ugh! Why do I always forget my umbrella on rainy days?” You shifted your soaking coat off of your body and hung the object upon the hall coat rack, a rung away from The Doctor’s silvery-light blue coat.

“Coincidences! The universe was just having a bit of fun …” The Doctor’s sentence trailed off into silence once she got a good look at you.

“Well, I’m not having fun!” You huffed while trying to untie your wet and grimy shoes.

The Doctor saw the colour of your bra through your now sheer, wet blouse. It was a light blue with dark blue lace accentuating it. It was probably unnoticeable when your blouse was dry, but now the light blue of the bra was staring The Doctor down. The Doctor had to turn around with a groan and a quiet “Oh, brilliant” when she saw the tiny dark blue bow in the middle of the bra, right between your breasts. She couldn’t help but imagine that you were wearing a matching pair of panties with a little dark blue bow in the centre. Like a little bow on top of a present that she desperately wanted to unwrap.

“Are you alright, Doc?” You questioned The Doctor’s distant attitude as you drudged toward your bedroom in order to change out of your wet clothes.

“What?! Yes. No? What are we talking about?” The Doctor’s eyes were wide and looking around everywhere and her hands were flailing around more than usual.

“I was just asking if you were okay, Doctor. You seem a bit … distracted.”

“Everything’s fine! I swear. Absolutely brilliant!” The Doctor then began shifting from foot to foot while hiding her mouth with her fist shaped hand.

“Well, I’m going to go change into some dry clothes, okay? Then we can order in and watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” The Doctor held up a thumbs up, ran out of the conversation. You watched as she jumped over the back of your couch and landed on the seat before being to scroll through your television for movies.

When you got to your room and finally saw yourself in the mirror you groaned in embarrassment when you saw that your chest and bra were completely visible through your shirt. No wonder The Doctor was acting weird! You paced around your room for a moment, cursing yourself, before finally drying off and changing. However, even though you changed clothes, your mind wouldn’t stop racing. You slowly walked out of your room, scared of how The Doctor would be acting.

“I already ordered your favourite! That one thing from that one place that you introduced me to my first day I stayed over. And I picked some movies.” The Doctor mainly looked at the floor, only occasionally looking up to you but she would quickly look back down. You could tell that her eyes never ventured up to your face, they would always stop around your chest. Her face was also permanently tined red with a deep blush. Under different circumstances, you would have loved knowing that The Doctor couldn’t stop staring at your chest. However, right now, you were just worried that you made her incredibly uncomfortable. 

You and The Doctor ate in worrying silence, apart from the movie that you were barely paying attention to. It was a children’s movie, though. That you gathered. And thankfully, it did lighten the mood and clear your head a bit regarding the soaked through shirt incident. After the movie ended, you prepared to ask The Doctor about what had happened earlier.

“Doctor, can I talk to you about something?”

“Yes, you can always come to me for anything.” The Doctor seemed to be in good spirits under all the franticness, so that was a good sign.

“Did you see my bra through my shirt earlier?” The Doctor took a deep breath and turned away for a moment. When she turned back, she was staring a hole in the floor of your flat.

“Yes, I happened to see it.” The Doctor responded with trepidation, causing you to groan again in embarrassment. The Doctor wanted to reassure you, but you beat The Doctor in speaking.

“Doctor, I am so sorry! I never want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Y/n, why are you apologising? I am the one that should be apologising to you.” You shook your head and tried to argue against The Doctor, but she wanted to set the record straight.

“You never made me uncomfortable. I should apologise to you because I couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful you looked. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You sighed in relief and collapsed into The Doctor’s body. You were so relieved that you hadn’t made her uncomfortable, that was the last thing that you wished to ever do. Because of your stress, it took you a moment to realise what The Doctor had just confessed. You popped back up from The Doctor’s arms to look The Doctor in the eye.

“So, you think I look beautiful, Doctor?” You smirked with sudden confidence.

“I - Well, of course, I do. Of course, I think that you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful person in the world, Y/n.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“I’ll forgive you for ogling my chest, then.” You kissed The Doctor’s cheek then jumped up from your couch in order to get a drink of water from your kitchen. With the eyeful The Doctor received earlier in the evening, she could handle some teasing now. Maybe a bit of teasing would cause something more adult to occur tonight.

Impromptu Sleepover

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader invites The Doctor to open up about her feelings, even though she is not completely ready for that yet, she does come to The Reader for some comfort.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mostly fluff, references to The Doctor’s trauma

Word Count - 1380

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. A bit of an AU where all of Whittaker!Doctor’s companions travel with her, even after The Flux.

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The Doctor felt lonely and depressed lately, much more than she usually did when she had a TARDIS full of companions. She didn’t know how to be herself or see herself or even act like herself anymore. She had been this way for a while, ever since The Master revealed The Doctor’s real backstory and she was forced into the Judoon prison, The Doctor had been wanting someone to help her remember who she really was before all that happened.

The Doctor loved the Fam, she called them her family for a reason. But you were different. You had always been different. The Doctor had never been that fond of physical touch, but after the trauma and isolation she experienced, she became desperate for it. Well, she became desperate for your touch.  The Doctor just became aware of how strong her feelings for you were when she was forced away from you and sent to prison. The Doctor had no idea how to inform you of her newfound feelings, however. So, she chose to remain silent, but she wanted you so badly. She had a feeling that you were the right person to help her through this time of intense change. 

The environment was complicated after The Doctor returned to the Judoon Prison, too, not just The Doctor’s feelings revolving her identity. Everyone wanted to continue to travel with The Doctor, but all of you were hurt from the time spent apart. Except for Dan, but he was incredibly understanding of the circumstances. All of this, plus The Doctor’s unexpressed trauma and feelings made certain adventures and trips difficult to handle. Especially the last few trips. You, The Doctor, and the rest of her companions were all suffering silently when you went to sleep last night. The TARDIS was aware of everything happening in your heads, though, and she was felt like she had been biting her tongue for too long. The TARDIS needed to make sure her guests were all taken care off, so she prepared for a rest day.

It had been cold in the wall of the ship all morning. The Doctor tried to fix it before you and the rest of her companions woke up but was unsuccessful. The ship remained freezing cold and on top of all that, the console seemed to be frozen as well. The Doctor grumbled around the console room while talking to her ship, but you and your friends were happy to have a TARDIS day to relax.  It had been a long time since all of you did that. The Doctor could fix the heating another day.

The rest day was filled with so much laughter. All of you watched multiple movies, made some hot cocoa and cookies and made a large pillow fort to relax in. At one point, you and your friends had a massive pillow fight. You, The Doctor and Yaz were on one team and Dan, Ryan, and Graham were on the other. You, The Doctor, and Yaz won the game, but then The Doctor hit you with a surprise attack and then that caused all of you to start a free-for-all pillow fight. 

Unfortunately, though, the fun relaxing day had to end, and you and the rest of The Doctor’s companions prepared to go to sleep. You stopped in the doorway of the movie room before heading off to bed. When you noticed that The Doctor wasn’t also getting ready for bed like the rest of you. The Doctor was standing, staring, at the pillow fort the six of you had made while massaging her forehead. You tried to ask what she was thinking about, but you just managed to startle her. The Doctor jumped when she heard you, whipping out her sonic and pointing it at you. Once she realised that it was you and not some renegade alien breaking into her home, she quickly pocketed her sonic and offered you a quiet apology.

“You okay, Doc?”

“I’m fine, Y/n. You should get some sleep.”

“So should you. I know you don’t need as much sleep as I do, but you seem to be a bit off recently.”

“I’ll try.” You gave The Doctor a look, not fully believing her statement. 

“I promise I will try to get some sleep, Y/n.” You nodded, sadly but decided to not push the person you cared enough the most any further. But before you left for your bedroom you spoke to The Doctor one more time.

“If you need me, Doc, for any reason, I’ll be in my room.” 

You smiled and waved her goodnight. The Doctor waved back half-heartedly, more concerned with the implications of your past statement. Was that a purely platonic invitation or something more? Was The Doctor horrible for wanting something more intimate with you? Or have you been wanting a more romantic relationship with The Doctor for so long that this was your final attempt in getting her attention? The Doctor had to find out what you meant by your statement.

Upon entering your room, you released a hefty sigh. All you wanted was for The Doctor to feel better and to feel comfortable with talking to at least one of you. Of course, you wished that you were the person that she would come to, but just seeing her open up would be good to see, too. After climbing into bed and talking to yourself about your relationship with The Doctor and her mental and physical health, you finally quieted your mind and got some sleep. But you were woken up suddenly when you felt a cold hand against your stomach and a presence beside you. 

“Doctor?” You hoped that your speculation was correct. Otherwise, a stranger would be in your bed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Are you feeling alright?”

“I don’t know. But I do know that it is horribly cold in the TARDIS, and you are always so warm, and I didn’t want to be alone again.” In your sleepiness, you turned around to face The Doctor and pushed her onto her back before crawling up to lay on her chest. 

“Well, I should warm you up, then.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s chest. You were unaware of how flustered this caused The Doctor to become. But eventually, The Doctor wrapped her arms around you and the two of you fell asleep.

“Good morning, Doctor.” You woke up curled into The Doctor’s neck.

“Good morning, lo - Y/n.” The Doctor responded. Her voice was deeper and a little raspy. You wanted to hear her sound like that every morning.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had.” The Doctor said solemnly.

“Really?!” You popped your head up from The Doctor’s chest to look at her face. Your happiness upon hearing The Doctor’s confession made The Doctor smile.

“Yeah. You are a very comforting presence, even when sleeping.”

“I think that was the best sleep I’ve ever had, too, Doctor.” The Doctor brushed a hand down your face. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. After everything that she had been through, she didn’t feel deserving of having you in her arms or sleeping in your bed.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course, Doctor! I would never lie to you.” You both looked at each other longingly, adjusting closer to each other every once in a while, in hope that something more would happen this morning. But then your alarm started blaring, making you remove yourself from The Doctor’s arms. Unfortunately, you had to get up and prepare for the day, as did The Doctor. As you prepared all of the things you needed for your shower you spoke to The Doctor before she left your room.

“You know, you can sleep in my bed anytime you want.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course! I want you to be comfortable and happy, Doc.” The Doctor smiled at you and waved you a goodbye as a pledge to see you later that day. She might not be quite ready to open up fully to you yet, but she was getting there. And knowing that you would always be there for her made her feel so much safer. 

All Works Masterlist

Ordered by fandom and then by character.

Special Masterlists are linked last.

Doctor Who

Eccleston!Doctor

Working On Requests 

Tennant!Doctor

Prank Wars - 17 August 2022

Smith!Doctor

So Where To First? - 2 January 2023

Ganger!Doctor

I’m Not Him - 4 January 2023

Second Best - 

Number One Priority - 

Capaldi!Doctor

Touched Starved - 5 January 2023

Speaking Up For Your Needs - 23 February 2023

The Professor Next Door - 

Whittaker!Doctor

First Proper Date - 28 October 2022

Impromptu Sleepover - 3 November 2022

Soaked Through To The Bone - 4 November 2022

Feeling Good - 15 November 2022

Runaway Makeout - 27 December 2022

Choosing You - 31 December 2022

New Dress - 17 January 2023

Keep It On - 14 October 2023

Wanted and Needed - 

Simm!Doctor

Breakfast And An Alien Attack - 30 September 2024

Dhawan!Doctor

Baked Devotions

Baking Hijinks - 5 September 2022

Scheming Timers - 7 September 2022

Apology Desserts - 9 September 2022

The Master’s Plan - 17 November 2022

An Afternoon With Tea And Books - 20 July 2023

New Attire - 23 July 2023

Changes - 

Why Not Me? - 

Simm!Master

Borrowed Black Hoodie - 29 October 2022

Soft Spot In The Hearts Of A Murderer - 24 February 2023

Gomez!Master

Exception - 24 August 2022

Taste Testing - 25 August 2022

Sneaking In - 29 August 2022

Never Leave Me - 31 October 2022

Break In Blurb - 2 November 2022

Warm On A Cold Night - 5 November 2022

Jealousy Looks Good On You - 16 November 2022

Secret Date - 26 February 2023

MI6 Agent O

One Good Day - 8 January 2022

O, What A Beautiful Morning - 21 October 2022

Share Your Coat And Jumper - 22 October 2022

Work Hard, Play Hard - 28 February 2023

Dhawan!Master

Frogs and Snails - 8 January 2022

Cuddling Headcanons - 8 January 2022

Protectiveness Headcanons - 8 January 2022

Heartbeat Headache - 28 March 2022

Alone - 29 March 2022

Sneaking Around - 30 March 2022

My Baby Doll - 19 August 2022

Quarantine Breakdown - 20 August 2022

Comfort Cuddles - 21 August 2022

Anything - 22 August 2022

Best Laid Plans Of Monsters And Masters - 28 August 2022

You Don’t Mean It - 31 August 2022

Sneaking Around Part 2 - 4 September 2022

Quiet Morning After A Disturbed Date - 18 October 2022

Library Day - 19 October 2022

A Little Thought - 26 October 2022

You Are More Than Your Failings - 27 October 2022

Fall For Me - 28 October 2022

Beg For It - 30 October 2022

Get Some Rest, Love - 11 November 2022

Trust In Me - 12 November 2022

Kidnapping Dates - 18 November 2022

My Brave Little Human - 19 November 2022

And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day - 25 December 2022

Look To The Future Now - 25 December 2022

My Baby Doll Part 2 - 22 February 2023

Drumming Noise Inside My Head - 1 March 2023

Torturous Flirting - 2 March 2023

Lie Down With Me - 6 March 2023

Belle Of The Ball - 29 March 2023

Safety Over Teamwork - 22 July 2023

Tell Me That I Belong To You - 12 October 2023

Back In The Old Cemetary - 16 October 2024

Stay With Me - 

Please Don’t Leave Me - 

Collectible Remains - 

Something Happens And I’m Head Over Heels - 

As The World Falls Down - 

Tennant!Master 

Working On Requests

Whittaker!Master

Back Against The Wall - 18 August 2022

Secret Lover - 3 September 2022

Plus One - 1 November 2022

Attempted Backstabbing - 4 March 2023

First Kiss -

First Time  -

Why Not Me? - 

Martha Jones

Bedside Manner - 5 March 2023

Our Flag Means Death

Frenchie

Sunlight - 11 April 2022

Strings and Makeshift Patches - 19 April 2022

Kissing Frenchie’s Hands - 20 April 2022

Edward Teach x Reader x Stede Bonnet

Waking Up Beside The Two Of You - 8 January 2023

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Shower Detox - 6 June 2022

Aftercare, I Love You - 28 December 2022

Breakfast Not In Bed - 3 January 2023

The Band Ghost

Phantom

You've Got Good Dreams - 15 October 2023

X-Men

Peter Maximoff

Dark Side Of The Moon - 1 January 2023

Special Masterlists

Autumnal Bash Masterlist 2024

First Proper Date

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor takes The Reader on your first proper date since beginning to date, and this time nothing is going to interrupt the two of you.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - some suggestive stuff, so 18 + please, references to canon typical violence, some references to 13’s Era trauma but could take place at any point in time in the plot, me making up random planets

Word Count - 810

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

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It took so long for you and The Doctor to begin dating. You loved the back-and-forth flirting and then immediate bashfulness that occurred between the two of you, but the constant embarrassment and miscommunication getting between you and Gallifreyan were infuriating. Not to mention all of The Doctor’s enemies and past making your relationship strained or unable to move forward. Finally, however, everything suddenly seemed calm, and you and The Doctor could just be yourselves without the threat of your relationship being stolen away.

The Doctor wanted everything to be a surprise. She wanted your first real date night with each other since becoming a couple to be sweet and romantic; she wanted to fully express how much she loved and cared for you. The Doctor planned to take you to the planet Amares, the first place you had travelled to with The Doctor. She would rent out a beautiful hotel suite and cook you a delicious picnic dinner for the two of you to eat on the balcony of the room, overlooking the scenic planet. Then later, the two of you could explore the planet, go sightseeing, relax, or do anything the two of you wished,

However, The Doctor wasn’t the best cook. She was trying to practice the meal she would cook for you, but it ended up in smoke. You had run out of your room assuming that something had gone wrong with the console only to find The Doctor trying desperately to put out a fire on the kitchen stove. After helping your goofy, well-meaning partner clean up the disaster she made, you pried the reason for all of this commotion out of The Doctor.

And despite how much The Doctor wished to do everything for you on the date, you eventually convinced The Doctor to allow you to cook for the event.

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The day of your date finally arrived. The food was properly, and safely, cooked. Both you and The Doctor were dressed in fancy clothes. And you had packed up all the necessities for the small trip. Since both of you were quite hungry, you set up the picnic and ate the delicious meal as soon as you arrived in the room.

After being fully fed, The Doctor pulled you up from where you were sitting. You assumed that she wanted to look at the scenery of the beautiful planet, but she ended up placing her other hand on the small of your back and began swaying with you back and forth.

“I’m not exactly the best dancer, Doctor.” You warned.

“Neither am I.” The Doctor responded in a carefree manner.

“Really?”

“Really. I have had so long to learn but never have. Maybe we could learn together?”

“I would love that, Doctor!”

In your excitement you stumbled, accidentally hitting one of The Doctor’s feet and losing your balance. The Doctor quickly grabbed you around your waist to stabilise you, but she didn’t plan far enough ahead to counteract your weight. She fell backwards onto her back, bringing you with her. Luckily, the two of you landed on some blankets and pillows.

“Sorry.” You mumbled into The Doctor’s shoulder.

“No! This is brilliant!” The Doctor was smiling so wide, her nose was scrunched, and she was giggling harder than you had ever seen her giggle before. 

“How is this brilliant? I fell on top of you, Doctor!”

“Exactly, on top of me.” You felt your face heat up upon realizing the implication. You wanted to move forward with The Doctor in that way, but neither of you had discussed adding a sexual dynamic to your relationship before today. 

“I can move if you want.”

“I don’t want you to move, Y/n. I love seeing you like this.” The Doctor smiled happily and brushed her hand against your face. She loved having you so close, but then she remembered to make sure you were okay with all of this, too.

“But if you want to move you can. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by moving too quickly!” She quickly became frantic. The last thing she wanted was to cause you to become uncomfortable because of her absentmindedness. 

“How about we move to a more comfortable place, Doctor? Like the couch or the bed or we could even go back to The TARDIS.”

“We should definitely move to the bed. As long as you -” You cut The Doctor off with a kiss.

“I am very comfortable, Doctor. I want to move forward with you.” 

You smiled down at your perfect partner and she smiled back at you. The Doctor then flipped you over. She then picked you up from the floor and carried you to the bed where the two of you spent the majority of the day learning the best ways to express your love for each other in a new way.

If you have time can you please do something with Dhawan master or thirteenth doctor (up to you) dancing with (they/them) reader, reader stumbles a bit as they dance but is trying their best (headcannon or oneshot whatever is easier for you/what you want to do❤️)

How about both?! I made both. 

The Dhawan!Master version is a bit darker than the Whittaker!Doctor version, but I hope that you enjoy both. Thank you so much for requesting! I really enjoyed writing both of these.💜

Fall For Me - Dhawan!Master x Reader Version

First Proper Date - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader Version

Apology Desserts

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Doctor allows you to play your game, all the while planning an intricate and elaborate plan to win your heart.

Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks

Link to the second part of this trilogy - Scheming Timers

Warnings - slightly suggestive, very fluffy

Word Count - 2503

A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!

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You were incredibly gifted in hiding from The Doctor, especially with The TARDIS’s help. But, of course, you didn’t really need The TARDIS’s help to hide. The Doctor had taught you how to hide from danger and monsters and rogue aliens well. He should have suspected that you would have used your newfound skill against him one day. He knew that this wasn’t a menacing act delivered by you, it was more of a tease. If you weren't so mad at him because of his timer-themed tantrum, The Doctor would have tried to persuade you into playing a game of sexy hide ‘n’ seek, that is, if he could ever gain the courage to ask you out on a date first. Or given the current circumstances, if he could find you within his labyrinthian ship and win back your affection.

The Doctor knew that this was a game to provoke something and you were winning. Every second that passed, The Doctor wished to admit so many hidden feelings to you. He also knew that he had to do something big to end this stalemate and regain your favour. The Doctor was currently sitting in his study, having just torn down his planning board dedicated to finding The Master. He made a copy of one of his favourite pictures of the two of you and nailed it to the centre of the cleared board. He prepared to plan out the best way to woo you, but he couldn’t help but become distracted by our beautiful face smiling at the camera. The Time Lord smiled sweetly at the memory.

The photo was taken by an alien couple that thought the two of you were the cutest couple they had ever seen, even though you both vehemently denied being together. Despite that, when the picture was being taken, you held onto The Doctor so tightly. You leaned against him with your whole body and your arm was wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into you. The Doctor firmly kept his arm around your waist, but he resisted your pull completely. The Doctor noticed how your body felt against his, then, and he reconised the feelings that had been floating in his brain for some time. He leant back, almost a bit in shock, and stared in awe at your beautiful face. He couldn’t believe that it took him so long to notice how much you meant to him. That day, The Doctor knew that he was in love with you.

Your smile, in the photo and the memory, was infectious. The Doctor couldn’t stop looking at it! You were so excited and happy to be on that planet with him, exploring and existing in his world without fear or hesitation. Now that the doctor was looking at the picture more closely, he noticed something new. You could clearly see The Doctor looking longingly at your face, his eyes shining brightly with affection toward you. Looking back on it, that probably added to the alien couple’s assumption that the two of you were in love with each other, at least on The Doctor’s part. He mentally kicked himself for acting like a shy lovesick puppy, incapable of saying his feelings, but always following you around, instead of acting on his feelings, but he was determined to fix that now. The Doctor collected some strings and connected the dots between things you loved and things you and The Doctor shared together. He knew what he had to do to show that you should be with him.

The Doctor then went out on a little shopping adventure, coming back with items sold in bulk, hauling them toward his study. The Doctor told The TARDIS to keep you away from his private kitchen if you were to venture out. He did not think that you would break, but he wanted his surprise to not be spoiled in any way. True to her word, The TARDIS kept you away from The Doctor as he laid out his plan.

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You were beginning to grow bored with your plan. You really cared for The Doctor, more than you had ever cared for anyone. You loved The Doctor. That was obvious now. Before the moment when you really first showed your feelings when the two of you almost kissed in his private kitchen, you had always suppressed your feelings for him. You were rerouting that action, now. Maybe if you had confessed your feelings sooner then you wouldn’t be alone in your room wallowing now. 

You sat in the middle of your room, staring at a picture of you and The Doctor on a tourist planet. The picture that the alien couple that came up to the pair of you assumed that you were a couple had taken. Of course, both you and The Doctor denied their assumption. It killed you to hear him say that, but then you could clearly see in the picture how The Doctor looked at you adoringly, only adding to your confusion on whether or not The Doctor liked you. You wished that this stalemate would make The Doctor do something, but nothing had happened yet. 

You recently asked The TARDIS to let you and The Doctor cross paths, but you could feel The TARDIS prohibiting and rearranging some of your adventures through her walls. You assumed that this was The Doctor not wanting to interact with you. Every moment since that fateful day when you started this stalemate was riddled with anxiety for you. You wondered if you were mistaken about shared feelings. 

The Doctor was shy about his past, but you were able to wrangle out some of his stories. The weight of the other companions The Doctor had travelled with and loved ones of The Doctor plagued your mind. You would wake up early in the morning and cringe at the memory of the two of you almost kissing. Voices in your head screamed that The Doctor was uncomfortable by your actions, that you crossed the line and he only ever saw you as a friend, and now because of what you did, he would want you to leave his home, he would want you to leave his life. You knew that he was too kind and adorably awkward to ever ask you to leave, so you thought that it would be kinder to him to do it yourself.

You decided to go to the main kitchen, after multiple attempts to open your door which was somehow locked, in the hope to meet The Doctor and make some hot chocolate and maybe make some cupcakes, as well. You thought that this would prevent you from making a horrible mistake. However, your venture was halted, after The TARDIS finally let you out of your room, when you saw that a chocolate cupcake was placed outside your door, neatly settled inside a purple cupcake wrapper. You knelt down to pick up the dessert, inspecting it for any peculiarities. It appeared to be a normal Earth cupcake until you inspected the bottom of the wrapper. Lifting the cupcake above your head, you saw The Doctor’s handwriting spelling out the words ‘look to your left.’ When you did so, you saw an orderly row of cupcakes aligned along the centre of the hallway and curving around the corner of the hall, falling in line like tin soldiers.

You went back to your room to collect a couple of plates to carry and collect the cupcakes on your journey. You reached down and picked up each cupcake one by one. Like the first cupcake, each new baked good in the line had The Doctor’s handwriting on the bottom of the wrapper.

‘Please’

‘continue’

‘to’

‘follow’

‘the’

‘trail’

‘of’

‘cupcakes’

‘until’

‘you’

‘reach’

‘my’

‘private’

‘kitchen.’

There was a break in the row of cupcakes, but you could see it continuing down the hallway. In the middle of the break, there were a couple of large baking trays with Hersey’s chocolate Kisses, weirdly one of your’s and The Doctor’s favourite chocolates to share, spelling out the words, ‘I know that you are incredibly considerate, but you don’t have to collect all of the cupcakes. There are too many for you to carry.’ You felt conflicted leaving the treats, but the plates you were holding were already covered in cupcakes. And your arms were now becoming quite tired.

Once you reached The Doctor’s study, the door was wide open, the row of cupcakes continuing straight through the study and into the kitchen. You crept into the room slowly, unaware of what you were about to encounter. You rounded the corner, stopping briefly to look at and reminisce over where the two of you almost kissed for the first time, before seeing a smorgasbord of baking confections and a tower of baking timers, including one that looked surprisingly similar to the baking timer that your aunt had gifted you. The Doctor was standing bashfully amongst the food and objects, he kept looking for happiness in your eyes to reassure him. You were more in wonder because of everything before you, but you smiled brightly when you finally met his gaze. 

“I bought you a replacement timer.” The Doctor turned around and picked up a timer before handing it to you, your hands brushing against his as he placed the item in your hands.

“Like the one your aunt bought you. I’m sorry for throwing your property into a supernova. I had no right to do so. Even if it did upset me greatly.” You smiled at his gift, but also at his ramblings. He had no right to be this adorable.

“About that, do you want to explain all of this?” You smirked cheekily, placing the timer down on a surprisingly free space on the table you stepped closer to The Doctor, who followed your movements and stepped even closer to you. You really wanted to know why The Doctor threw all of those timers away, why he was doing this now, and what he felt about that fateful day in this kitchen.

“I think you know, Y/n. You are the smartest person I know.” He tilted his head and smiled to hide his fear. He knew that he loved you, but he wondered if you felt the same way. He assumed that you did, but that could be a dangerous assumption if he was proven wrong.

“I want to hear you say it, Doctor.” His face fell a bit at the confrontation, but you stepped even closer to him and clasped his hands in yours, you gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. He looked down and smiled at your intertwined hands giving him the confidence to speak his mind.

“I love you, Y/n and I just want to be with you. I am so tired of this isolation; I want to be with you. You are the best person in my life.” With each statement, The Doctor moved closer to where his forehead was practically touching yours. He bumped his nose against yours before looking deep into your eyes to try and read your face, his eyes were large and pleading for you to take the news well. But you ripped your hands from his. The Doctor was about to apologise for being so forward and rude. But then you hugged him tighter than you had ever before. One of your hands went up and ran through his styled hair and the other gripped the soft, yet slightly scratchy, material of The Doctor’s sweater vest. The Doctor’s head instinctively fell to your shoulder.

“Oh, Doctor! I wish you had told me sooner! Think of what we could have been doing if we actually had the guts to tell each other how we actually felt!”

“How do you feel, Y/n?” He sounded so fearful, and you could feel him shaking in your arms.

“I love you, Doctor,” you whispered into his ear to make it more personal, “I have loved you since I met you. And I want nothing more than to be with you!” The Doctor finally hugged you back, tighter than you were hugging him, and he excitedly picked you up and spun around a couple of times with you safely in his arms. He quickly placed you back down on the ground and cupped your face with both of his hands and stared deeply into your eyes once again, his warm orbs glowing with love. He finally saw you returning his feelings, a couple of happy tears escaping both of your eyes. The Doctor wiped your tears away and lent forward to press a passionate kiss on your lips. The two of you moved seamlessly, clinging to each other. He tried to pull away, being a bit flustered, but you quickly placed a hand on the back of his neck in order to deepen the kiss. 

The two of you stayed like this for a while before you both had to separate to catch your breath. The two of you giggled in flustered excitement when you caught each other’s gaze. You moved to hug The Doctor again; comfort washed over the both of you. The two of you were finally together. You kissed up his neck to his cheek until you reached The Doctor’s lips, causing the two of you to enter into another round of kissing until you broke apart again to breathe.

“Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?” You eventually said, brushing a lingering tear from The Doctor’s face.

“Oh! I would love to!” The Doctor giggly started talking with his hands. 

“There’s a planet I recently discovered that is completely made of trampolines! How exciting! And what a comfortable ground to walk on.” He was so happy to finally have you back in his life. Sure, you were never gone, but the isolation drove The Doctor insane, especially when he discovered that he loved you so deeply and he just wanted to share his life and love for adventure with you. He missed having you near him.

“Umm … Doctor, that’s not what I meant. Although that does sound fun, maybe later.” You tried to decline his offer politely, but you really were interested in adventuring with him, especially now with your budding relationship adding a new element to the dynamic.

“Oh, what did you me- OH! Oh! Well, yes, I completely agree with your statement. We should definitely move to somewhere more comfortable.” The Doctor quickly grabbed your hands and pulled you out of the kitchen, but not before you could grab a tray of brownies. He continued to pull you through The TARDIS until you reached his room, the two of you giggled as you both excitedly committed to making up for all of the lost time spent hiding feelings for the other. There would be no more hiding now, no more secretive looks or almost moments. There would be only exciting adventures, intimate moments shared and a lot of baking.

Scheming Timers

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Summary - The Reader wants to bake after a stressful adventure, but all of the baking timers have seemingly vanished into thin air.

Link to the first part of this trilogy - Baking Hijinks 

Warnings - The Doctor lying to The Reader, slightly suggestive

Word Count - 2370

A/n - I hope that you enjoy this!

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You or The Doctor hadn’t been able to relax for a couple of weeks now. And the two of you definitely weren’t able to keep up with the habit you started of baking together. You and The Doctor had been too busy chasing The Master around the Universe thanks to her latest scheme. Everything erupted on an alien planet The Master was planning to sacrifice hypnotised native peoples of the planet she was on to the unknown partner in her plan. Unfortunately, you and The Doctor were unable to capture The Master or discover her scheme partner, but the pair of you were able to save the planet and its inhabitants. You insisted on making something to celebrate your victory, but The Doctor didn’t seem as keen. He had been keeping a secret from you and he feared that he was going to break at any moment.

After much convincing, The Doctor eventually added a personal kitchen to your room schematic. He was very reluctant in doing this, he quite enjoyed watching you roam around the main kitchen when he was meant to be helping you. No matter what you were making, you would float around the space as if you owned it, dancing from cabinet to cabinet, waving spatulas and wooden spoons like magic wands. 

To The Doctor, you looked like an angel when you commanded that space so naturally. He could watch you all day. That is until you yelled at him to help you with whatever you were planning. The Doctor feared that if you had a private kitchen, you would no longer ask him to help you, meaning he would lose getting to see you so carefree and happy. Seeing you like this, calmed him in return. 

Thankfully for The Doctor, you did not exclude him in your post-adventure relaxation in your private kitchen, but then he remembered how he acted after your last kitchen excursion and how incredibly forward he was. These memories filled him with the hope that you felt that same way as he did, but The Doctor was also filled with insecurity. What is he made a fool of himself? What if you were, somehow, corrupted by The Master and all of this was a cruel trick? The Doctor didn’t want to be alone anymore. He had wanted to be with you for a long time, but what if he misinterpreted everything and he would make you so uncomfortable that he caused you to leave? That’s the opposite of what The Doctor wanted. 

The only thing that The Doctor was really certain of, other than his feelings for you, was that he hated baking timers. The baking timer had interrupted his kiss you, and now they were the bane of his existence. The Doctor was filled with so many insecurities about you, so he made sure to eliminate his fear of being interrupted when confessing his feelings to you by destroying the thing that had the possibility of doing that. Of course, this possessed a difficulty when baking, but The Doctor would always lie and say that he set the timer. He would diligently do tons of maths in his head to keep up with what he was hiding, and, so far, you hadn’t noticed. But he was getting anxious that the thought that you were getting close to discovering what he had done.

“Ugh! Where is that bloody timer? I know that I have one!” You yelled as you rummaged through every cabinet and pantry and shelf in your kitchen.

“Are you sure you have one?” The Doctor glared, looking at the mess you were creating with disdain while leaning up against the wall that connected your kitchen to your bedroom. He hated mess. Which wasn’t great considering that he often had trouble taking care of his own space. The mess was making him more anxious and grumpier than he already was.

“Yes! My aunt, that I don’t particularly like because of her politics, gave it to me! I used to keep it in the main kitchen -” You cut yourself off, quickly jumping up and turning to face The Doctor, making the noise you always made when a lightbulb went off in your head.

“Maybe I left it in there! Be right back!!!” When you ran past The Doctor toward the main kitchen, you poked his side a couple of times, trying to make him, at least, crack a smile. He only folded in on himself, blocking your pokes with crossed arms. You slumped a bit upon seeing The Doctor’s reaction but continued your journey to find the baking timer.

The Doctor had been unusually grumpy for the past couple of weeks, you assumed that it was because of The Master’s antics. However, part of your brain dared to venture into thinking that The Doctor’s upset nature could possibly have to do with the kiss the two of you almost shared, but you elected to ignore that thought. The Doctor hadn't asked you to leave, he hadn't stopped showing you the Universe, and he always baked with you. You thought yourself foolish in thinking that an alien as old as The Doctor could ever care for you. That all of the lingering touches and longing glances were just The Doctor’s misunderstanding of Human customs. He was just being a friend, a very kind and close friend. To you, this conclusion was easier to swallow than the idea of growing old without him. No matter how much you wanted to stay with The Doctor romantically, that, unfortunately, seemed improbable now because of your habit of being too forward with your feelings for The Doctor.

“It’s not in there either!” The Doctor heard you yell from the main kitchen. He couldn’t take this much longer. He hated lying to you, he hated keeping secrets from you. With most people, he was used to it. The Doctor was so old that it was easy to skip over or change a few details and no one could possibly catch him in the act. When he did this to you; however, it broke his hearts. He could picture your hurt and disappointed face when you discovered the truth, so he vowed to tell you the truth whenever possible. Now, knowing that he was breaking his vow, The Doctor’s actions made his skin crawl with disgust over his lie.

You returned to your room, finally drawing The Doctor out of his self-deprecating thoughts. He loved the cute little look you made when you were puzzled by something. You stood with one hip jutted out, both of your hands placed on your lower back and your mouth agape, your tongue resting on the back of your top row of teeth. He stared at you, with glowing eyes and a warm smile you didn’t see, too busy thinking until you jumped up again, a new possibility entering your mind. 

“Wait, there was a timer in your private kitchen, right?! We can use that one!” 

‘Oh, that thing,’ The Doctor thought while his face darkened when he remembered that day with you, ‘the reason why all of this started. That blasted, scheming timer ruined my chances with you.’ 

The Doctor dragged his feet begrudgingly as you pulled him by the arm to his private kitchen. The TARDIS purposefully made the trip between the two rooms last longer, giving The Doctor ample time to think about what he had done.

“It’s not here either!” You whined as you ended your search through all of the cabinets and cupboards in the room.

“Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you.” The Doctor's voice was very serious. His tone was laced with sadness and fear. He tapped his foot anxiously, chewing on his thumbnail while trying to avoid your eyes. Seeing him in a state immediately worried you, you ran over to him and began rattling off a series of questions to get to the bottom of why he was so upset. 

“What?! What is it? Are you okay? Is it The Master? Are your cuts not healing properly? Are they infected? Are you dying?”

“Woah, woah, woah, it’s nothing like that at all!” The Doctor shifted himself into a more carefree position, placing his hands on your shoulders to ground you. You were relieved that it was nothing too serious, despite The Doctor’s previous attitude. But you questioned him again about what was going on and why he had been acting so strange as of late.

“I know what happened to the timers.” The Doctor’s voice was quiet and filled with guilt. Even though his hands were still placed on your shoulders, he could not maintain eye contact, resolving to stare at your shoes. You weren’t suspecting that to be the subject of his anxiety, but you pressed further, seeing in his guilty mannerisms that he wasn’t finished confessing things that he had been hiding. The Doctor turned away from you and folded into himself again, a hand was placed over his mouth as if he were trying to prevent the words from spilling out.

“I threw them all into a supernova.” The Doctor eventually mumbled into his hand, but you heard what he had said, despite his attempt to hide the information from you.

“You did what?” You marched up to him. You forced your alien host to face you, turning him strongly and abruptly with a strength The Doctor was not suspecting. His eyes were wide in a pleading fashion, and his right hand covered most of his face, in shock that he actually told you what he did. 

“But my aunt bought me that timer, Doctor!”

“One,” The Doctor tried to reason his way out of this situation, accompanied with expressive hand movements, even though he could tell by your face that you were not in the mood for whatever explanation he managed to come up with, “you said that you disagree with her politics and two: that’s not the timer that annoyed me. I just threw that one, and every other timer in this ship, into the supernova for precautionary reasons.” The Doctor cringed upon realizing that he revealed too much in an attempt to gain the upper hand in this little tiff, but it seemed like you didn’t notice. Maybe he was in the clear.

“It was still a gift, Doctor! What am I going to do when she asks - ” You halted your yelling once the final part of The Doctor’s sentence registered in your brain.

“What do you mean by the timer that annoyed you? And what precautionary reasons would have to exist for you to throw all of the timers we own into a supernova!” His face lit up slightly when you said “we” when talking about the timers that were formerly housed in The TARDIS. But now was not the time to fantasise about the future the two of you could have together, as The Doctor often did, you were upset and The Doctor would have to fix that.

“Ummm … no reason at all …” Admittedly, once those words slipped out of his mouth, he knew that that would not satisfy his curiosity. So he decided to do what any sane person would do when being glared at by a determined curious person who he couldn’t say no to, The Doctor ran away.

“Doctor!” You yelled at him, rounding the corner in pursuit. 

“You tell me what’s going on right now!” The TARDIS decided to aid you in the chase, looping the corridor The Doctor was running down until it crossed your path, causing you to run right into him, toppling him over. The TARDIS let out a series of joyous beeps when you caught The Time Lord.

“Ow! Oi! What are you helping them for?! I’m your pilot!” The Doctor retaliated toward the ceiling of his ship.

“Oh please.” You condescended. The Doctor hadn’t noticed that you moved to straddle his torso, keeping him in place beneath you, until you spoke. He couldn’t help but stare at where your crotch rested on his stomach. He couldn’t believe that you were actually this close to him, and on top of him, no less!

“We all know that the TARDIS does all of the piloting.” His eyes grew wide and a heat began to spread over his cheeks, but The Doctor tried to focus on a response to your accusation instead of his flusteredness. But The Time Lord was unable to form said hypothetical response because the TARDIS beeped again. You couldn’t understand her, but The Doctor heard her snarky comment loud and clear. 

“Just like how Y/n has full control over your hearts, Doctor.” The Doctor’s ship snipped at The Doctor telepathically. His flustered nature grew to an embarrassing level; his hands were shaking and beads of sweat began to develop on his forehead. If he wasn’t still trapped beneath you, The Doctor would have attempted to run away again. Eventually, he was able to utter more than just a string of ‘umms’ and gasps of shock, though.

“I don’t see the need for both of you to gang up against me!”

“So the TARDIS is on my side! Good ol’Sexy! I knew she liked me!” The TARDIS let out a reassuring set of beeps even you could understand. She did like you and there was no way The Doctor was getting away from this situation without an explanation. You continued, but this time you directly spoke to The Doctor beneath you.

“So, Time Lord, do you want to tell me why you threw all of the timers into a supernova or am I going to have to force the truth out of you?” While speaking, you leaned over The Doctor, one hand on either side of his face as you stared deeply into his ever-widening eyes. The Doctor visibly gulped before stuttering out a hushed and breathy question.

“How - how are you going to do to force me?” You smirked, leaning down closer to his face until your noses were touching. 

“I’m going to leave you alone until you break.” Before The Doctor could protest, you were already off of him and walking down the hall, back to your room.

Secret Lover

Whittaker!Master x Reader

Summary - The Doctor discovers The Master’s secret partner.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Doctor not trusting/believing The Master, The Doctor stalking The Master and alludes to stalking the reader

Word Count - 1444

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

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The Doctor tracked The Master down to a small cottage in middle England and he could not believe what he had discovered. He really could not believe his eyes. Out of everything they had experienced together for thousands of years, this was the most shocking thing The Master had ever accomplished. How did The Master end up with you and he didn’t? 

Of course, The Doctor had no idea who you were, but according to the scans he performed, they proved that you were Human. The Master hated Humans, The Doctor loved them more than his own species! He should be with you, not her! The Doctor had to see what his Best Enemy was planning and save you from her.

The Doctor landed his TARDIS outside of the protective field he detected and began to creep toward the cottage. Along the way, he was investigating his surroundings, searching for anything suspicious or deadly. To his surprise, he didn’t really find anything that would alarm him. 

The Doctor observed neatly planted trees, shrubs, and flowers decorating the cobblestone pathway leading up to the cottage. He noticed that whoever had designed the layout of the area had a fondness for weeping willow trees. There were probably about thirty weeping willows planted throughout the large garden surrounding the cottage. 

The Doctor stopped beside one of those trees and inspected the flowers blooming on the branches. He suspected that these trees were not from Earth and were actually from the planet Lypitta. Meaning that The Master was planning to poison all of Earth’s leaders with a handmade blend of itiia poul klailei leaf tea and take over the Earth once said leaders were dead and out of her way. However, upon further investigating the tree with his sonic, The Doctor discovered that it was just a normal Earthly weeping willow tree. Why would The Master plant regular Human trees instead of something that could wield destruction in her villainous hands?

“Who the hell are you?!” You screamed as you brandished a bat protectively while running out of your home toward the stranger in your yard.

“I’m The Doctor. I’m here to help.”

“By snooping around my garden?” You held the bat higher, ready to attack this stranger.

“Darling? What are you - Oh. It’s you.” The Master strode out of the front door of the cottage but immediately stopped in annoyance when she caught a glimpse of The Doctor.

“You know this person?”

“Yes, He’s uh … an old friend. Why don’t both of you come inside so we can talk?” You took one last look at The Doctor before rushing up to The Master. You were now calmer but still curious, especially about who this stranger was to your partner. The Master gladly wrapped an arm securely around your middle and looked over her shoulder to make sure her old friend was following.

The Doctor entered the cottage slowly, not really knowing what to expect. He stood in the doorway watching you and The Master moving an extra seat around a small table and cleaning up some random objects and clothes strewn around the visible parts of the house. The Master gestured to one of the seats, implying for The Doctor to sit there. The Doctor did just that while you and The Master organised a few more things before joining him. 

The three of you were incredibly silent, looking around almost everywhere except each other. You were growing anxious, so you reached out to The Master for comfort. She gladly took your hand and squeezed it reassuringly, it felt as if she needed you, too. The Doctor couldn’t stop staring at the place where the two of you were now interlocked. That should have been him holding your hand a reassuring you, not The Master.

“How long have you been on Earth?” Finally, The Doctor spoke, interrupting the embarrassing silence and drawing his hurt eyes away from where you were holding the Master’s hand.

“Probably about fifteen years. I had a brilliant plan to destroy you and your beloved planet, and I was just about to execute it, but then I met Y/n. I abandoned my plan and destroyed everything relating to it, then I reached out to Y/n. We have been in a happy relationship ever since.” The Master looked at you lovingly while briefly recounting your past. The Doctor didn’t believe her for a moment.

“She never hid her past from me. She was transparent with me from the very beginning.” You added. The Master had once mentioned in passing that The Doctor only saw her as a manipulative liar. You felt the deep need to stand up for your partner’s character.

“That doesn’t sound like her.”

“Listen, Doctor, I don’t understand what your problem is, but it sounds like you don’t really know what Koschei is like.” You retorted.

“Darling, can you please make us some tea?” The Master nicely asked you in order to avoid an argument to erupt in your living room. You regretfully nodded, you wanted to get to know your partner’s old friend, but you walked into the kitchen anyway to prepare some tea for the three of you. The Doctor waited for you to be securely in the kitchen before he dramatically leaned forward and spoke to The Master in a hushed, yet aggravated tone.

“You’ve hypnotised them. You must have.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me for once?”

“I will never be happy about the idea of you hypnotising innocent people.”

“I have never hypnotised Y/n and I never would. How dare you accuse me of doing such a thing!”

“I’ll stop whatever plan you are devising, and I will save Y/n from you!”

“In the many centuries I have known you, Doctor, I have never known you to be this delusional. It’s truly astounding! You must get your head checked! And on a more serious note, stay away from Y/n. You are clearly delusional, but if you hurt Y/n or kidnap them away from me or away from our home, I will not hesitate to destroy you.” The Master threatened.

“See! I knew you were still evil!”

“I just want to see Y/n safe. You are the one threatening that. I am in no way planning on returning to my life before Y/n, unless you take them away from me, Doctor.”

“I don’t believe you.” The Master huffed. She slouched back into her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again.

“I pity you, Doctor, and I wish that you would have reacted more rationally. We used to be friends. I haven’t forgotten that, but clearly, you have.”

“Master -”

“I was afraid that this is how you would react. That’s why I didn’t tell you of Y/n when we first began dating or on our first anniversary or even when moved in together. I know that you no longer care about our history before I made my mistakes. I think you should leave before we continue this in front of Y/n and you upset them.” The Master looked The Doctor in the eye with sincerity. The Doctor didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“The tea’s ready! I made Prince of Wales. I also got us some biscuits and cookies. The Master once mentioned that you had a sweet tooth, Doctor.” You said cheerfully while walking back into the room where the two Gallifreyians were sitting.

“Something came up in The Doctor’s schedule, I’m afraid, and he won’t be able to stay for tea.” The Master sent a glare to The Doctor, hoping that he really would spare you from overhearing over a thousand years' worth of hatred for each other being spewed out venomously.

“Yes, I am terribly sorry to have troubled you, but I must be leaving.”

“Well, at least take some cookies. They’re homemade!” The Doctor bittersweetly piled some cookies onto a napkin and gave you a tight-lipped smile. 

Once outside, The Doctor took one last look at you through the little cottage window. He wondered if you were truly happy. You did look happy. The Master also looked happier than The Doctor had ever seen her throughout all of her regenerations, and that’s what scared him. The Doctor would definitely be keeping a close eye on the two of you. Possibly he could reach out to you when you were alone. Maybe he could even help you see the truth in The Master’s character. And maybe you would even see how much better for you The Doctor would be. The Doctor had to help you see the truth.

Baked Devotions

Dhawan!Doctor x Reader

Series Summary - A trilogy about The Doctor and The Reader confessing their feelings for each other through baking.

Series Warnings - references to canon typical violence, mostly fluffy, some suggestive dialogue, a bit of a slowburn(if you can call a trilogy a slowburn)

Series Word Count -

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I uploaded this series on my old Tumblr about two years ago, I just wanted to reupload it onto this account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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Baking Hijinks - 5 September 2022

Scheming Timers - 7 September 2022

Apology Deserts - 9 September 2022

Prank War

Tennant!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After learning of the loss of The Doctor’s old friend, you try to cheer up your new friend.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - a slight innuendo towards the end, mentions of The Doctor’s trauma

Word Count - 1128

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account by a lovely anon, just wanted to reupload it onto here. I hope that you enjoy it.

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The Doctor grew bored and angry one day after the events of The Year That Never Was. You had met him after that event and, even though you did suspect a stranger you met randomly who then revealed himself to be a time and space travelling alien to act abnormally, you were not accustomed to The Doctor’s constant mood swings. Even though he was an alien, you felt red flags go off and you knew that the two of you needed a change. You eventually demanded him to tell you why he was acting so strangely, or you would leave. With this threat, he revealed what he had experienced during The Year That Never Was and how he not only lost the only other remaining member of his people but also forced his previous travelling companion to leave because of his attitude. He apologised for his strange behaviour, but he explained that he worried that you would be overwhelmed by his life and leave him just like everyone else.

You gladly explained to him that you did not care about his past, you cared about his safety and mental health. You were unaware of anything that occurred to him, you just saw him suffering and you wished to help. He opened up more and more but still remained upset. The Doctor had taken you on some more adventures, but even after he revealed his secrets, he continued to be troubled by his past. You had a plan to cheer him up, however.

“A prank war?” You nodded cheerfully to The Doctor’s enquiry.

“Yep. It will cheer you up, sourpuss!”

“How is you randomly doing things to me, and my ship is supposed to cheer me up?”

“Because you will also get to randomly do things to me. That's the essence of a prank war until one of us taps out.” Eventually, The Doctor agreed after some convincing from the TARDIS saying that it would be healthy for him to have some proper fun.

The next couple of weeks had been riddled with an intense battle of pranks. You, frankly, did not think that The Doctor would be this great at pranks when you first suggested this, but, of course, The Doctor was a lot older than you and he could easily have extensive pranking knowledge that you would not have. 

One day, The Doctor put glitter in your shampoo, so you retaliated and put hair dye in his. It was a nice delight seeing a very serious Doctor in his brown and blue pinstriped suit paired with hot pink hair. The Doctor told his TARDIS to hide your room from you in the future. 

You then glued The Doctor’s fingers to the TARDIS console. The Doctor hid all of your clothes from you. You attacked The Doctor with silly string. The Doctor put slime in your shoes. You put worms in his spaghetti, and so on. 

Now The Doctor remained silent for the past couple of days causing you to sneak around the TARDIS. In a burst of bravery, you ventured out to the console room to see what The Doctor was up to. 

“Ahh, Y/N! Come here, please.” The Doctor said as soon as you entered the console room.

“Why?” You drew put your word, hesitant.

“Just come here.” He waved you over calmer than usual compared to how he acted on an adventure day.

“No! You’re going to do something, I know it!”

“No, I just want to talk to you.”

“What about?” You crossed your arms indignantly.

“Come here.” The Doctor whined. You sighed but relented to his demands and slowly walked over to where he was leaning against the TARDIS console. His arms were behind his back, and he was tapping his foot repeatedly. You stopped in front of The Doctor with a hop.

“I think that we should stop this prank battle, I’m a lot happier thanks to you.” The Doctor stated, surprising you.

“Are you calling a truce, Doctor? That means that I win the war.” You smirked at the idea, for a bit of time, you didn’t think that you would win because of The Doctor’s natural ability for pranking.

“Well, I think you are going to be the one to call a truce.” You glared suspiciously at The Doctor’s accusation and wondered why he had a growing smirk on his face.

“What are you ---” You were cut off by The Doctor pulling his water pistol out from behind him and began spraying you with the water. You tried to cover yourself with your arms, but The Doctor still managed to cover you in water from head to toe. It was apparently an alien water pistol. You eventually ended up falling into the TARDIS chair, calling for The Doctor to stop.

“Do you call ‘truce’?” You could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Yes, Doctor, you win! You win!” You screamed.

He pulled back and placed the water pistol back into his breast pocket, smirking down at you. The Doctor did that thing that you always found attractive, his little quirk of placing his tongue on the back of his top row of teeth when he smiled. You tried to remain disgruntled by your now ruined outfit, but you couldn’t stay mad at The Doctor when he made that face.

“Are you happy now, Doctor?” You tried to dab some of the water out of your shirt with a towel The TARDIS supplied for you. His smile widened before he clicked his tongue and winked at you.

“Of course, I’m happy! Can’t you tell?!” He stuck his hands into his pockets before rocking back and forth on the balls of his off-white, Converse-clad feet.

“Why was this a necessary way to win the prank battle? You grabbed another towel and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Well, I was bored with the other pranks, and I wanted to end this in a fun way, and I thought that that was the point of this prank war, to prank and have fun. Also, you’re wearing a white shirt, I just couldn’t resist.” You looked down at your now completely soaked shirt, now see-through.

“I’m going to kill you.” You deadpanned and tried to glare at The Doctor again, but he was still grinning like a maniac, and you loved seeing him this happy.

“No you're not!” He exaggeratedly spoke, dramatically getting in your face.

“Now! Go get changed so we can go on an adventure!” You continued to glare as The Doctor circled the TARDIS console, pulling on his ear lobe while thinking of a place to take you. Eventually, you managed to drag your feet toward your room, mumbling along the way. 

“I’ll get you back, Doctor, one day. I swear.”