First Proper Date

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Okay, sorry for being gone a bit. I had a few bad weeks, but I hope to mostly be on top of everything in the future.

Sneaking In

Gomez!Master x Reader

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

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

Word Count - 839

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exception

Gomez!Master x Reader

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

Based On This Request -

Warnings - just fluffiness, a bit of insecurity

Word Count - 1374

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

I have so many requests and ideas that I have to finish, but should I write a Dhawan!Master fic based on Mastermind by Taylor Swift? 👀👀👀

Soft Spot In The Hearts Of A Murderer

Simm!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader has a panic attack after hearing people being killed day after day on The Valiant, and The Master comforts them.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! May I ask for a soft fic with The Master where they hypnotise The Reader?”

Warnings -The Year That Never Was, The Reader has a panic attack/anxiety attack, hypnotism, hypnotism without consent, canon typical violence

Word Count - 1095

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon. I will link the other fics inspired by this request HERE, if you would like to read them. I hope that you enjoy!

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For some reason, The Master allowed you to roam the halls of The Valient unaccompanied, maybe with the supervision of a guard or two, but usually, you could just go your merry way around the ship. However, you rarely ever did this. You never wanted to see what was occurring on the Earth down below, you didn’t want to see the Toclafane unleash a flurry of lasers onto Humanity, and you didn’t want to see what The Master had done to any of your friends. 

You were a coward. Or, at least, you thought that. Martha was Gods-know-where, her family were being used, and everyone aboard was being tortured and degraded, except for you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop The Master because you were so crippled with fear.

The past couple of days you have been staying in your room all instead of roaming The Valiant on occasion. You assumed that no one would notice your absence. Unbeknownst to you, though, The Master was causing hell to everyone around him whenever he didn’t see you. He constantly tried to escape the day’s plans, but apparently destroying the planet Earth and scouring it for a “fugitive” was difficult and time-consuming work. But eventually, the day was mostly over, and The Master was free to spend some time with you, just in time for dinner.

The Master made his way past random Valiant guards and security toward your room. He thought about what he would order for dinner in order to impress you, which he desperately wanted to do. He had absolutely no idea about how you were feeling or why you were absent today. But if he had been aware, he would’ve spent the entire day trying to cheer you up and make you feel special.

A gentle knock on your door startled you away from your anxious mind. You thought that you might just ignore it, as it was probably just a guard. But then there was another set of knocking, and you noticed the rhythm. Was it like that before? You couldn’t tell. And again: knock knock knock knock. You rushed to the door, worried that you had waited too long and now The Master would be upset with you. You had never seen him upset with you, but he always seemed upset when he was with someone else. He would probably be upset with you at some point, so why not now. 

You opened the door tentatively.

“Ah! Y/n, it’s lovely to finally see you.” The Master smiled at you, but his eyes looked clouded with latent rage. You cursed yourself. You should have gone out of your room today to see him. 

“I missed you today.” The Master up again when you didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise. We all have reclusive days. I just hope that I haven’t done anything wrong to worsen your mood.” The Master entered your room without asking you and instantly began looking around. He actually wasn’t trying to be intrusive, he just wanted to get to know you better. And maybe if he knew you better, then he would know the best way to get you to love him.

“No, no of course you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, Y/n.” The Master suddenly stopped looking through the bookshelf he had gifted you, trying to see which books you have read, and he turned to face you.

“I don’t know what -”

“I know that my presence here hasn’t been the most comforting. I have destroyed your planet and terrorized your people and I have, frankly, been a right menace aboard The Valiant, especially when there are some political manoeuvres that I have to plan. All I am saying is that I would completely understand why you would hate me, Y/n.” It almost looked as if The Master’s eyes softened as he spoke, but you assumed that it was a trick of the light.

You didn’t know how to respond. You wanted to say something brave, something calling out The Master’s horrible behaviour, but nothing formed because your anxiety seemed to be controlling everything at the moment. You were too scared that this was all a trap and that The Master would kill you after you revealed your true feelings. But then a rolling thunder sounded around The Valiant.

“What was that?”

“Oh, just the evening patrol.” The Master nonchalantly responded. 

You felt your chest tighten. You immediately thought of Martha. What if this was the moment she was caught and killed? You could have done so much during your time aboard this ship, yet you did nothing. 

The Master was saying something, but you couldn’t hear him over the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears. Your breath began to quicken and heave. You suddenly felt incredibly dizzy, and the room looked like it was spinning. You tried to move to a nearby chair, but you missed the seat and stumbled onto the ground. You heard The Master calling your name, but you were unable to respond; you were far too focused on the anxiety attack you were having and the horrible thoughts circling around your mind.

“Hey. No. Don’t do that. Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart.” You shook your head ‘no’. Things did not feel fine. The Master joined you on the floor and stroked your arms and face soothingly. He hated seeing you like this. Is this how you acted when he wasn’t around? Did he cause you to be in this much pain? The Master never wanted you to hide anything from him, even your bad thoughts. The Master just wanted to comfort you and know the real you.

“Look into my eyes. Everything will be calmer in a moment.” The Master held your face softly in his hands and brushed his thumbs across your temples. You met the commanding alien's gaze tentatively. His eyes were beautiful; they were a warm brown with green specks and waves rolling through his irises. You never noticed that before.

A calm rushed over you. You were no longer plagued by the thoughts of Martha dying or that you were not being brave enough or that you were not being a good companion to The Doctor. You were so calm and relaxed in fact that you felt your body grow limper. You fell into The Master’s chest. He brought two of his fingers to your chin and gently moved your face to look at him.

“Now, tell your Master what’s wrong, sweetheart.”