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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.

Secret Date

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - Missy convinces the Reader to break into The Vault for their anniversary.

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

Warnings - The Reader having anxiety, hypnotism, pre-established consent for hypnotism, mentions of alcohol consumption

Word Count - 1062

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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You first met Missy on accident when she was working as a shopkeep in your town’s cosy little shopping centre. You, stupidly and distractedly, had left your bag in the restrooms and Missy kindly returned it to you before you left for the day. Though it wasn’t until you returned home that you realised that the kind and beautiful shopkeep who returned your belongings had also left a little note with her name and phone number written on it for you to find.

It was odd, but you took the risk and scheduled a date with Missy the shopkeep. Then that single date turned into two, then three, then four, and then the two of you spiralled into a committed relationship.

But tragically, to you, in the middle of your committed domestic bliss, Missy would disappear at random times. At first, you thought nothing of it, she was probably just incredibly busy, but you eventually become worried that she was up to something. Maybe cheating on you?

You did end up confronting Missy and to your surprise, she told you a story about aliens and planets and shapeshifting time and space machines. You didn’t believe her. That was, until, Missy dragged you to her apartment above the shop where she worked. When you entered the building, before you was no regular apartment, but a gigantic room with a strange, science fiction-like console with many levers and buttons in the middle of the room. Missy explained that everything she told you before was true and that this was her ship. Finally, she told you that she wanted to show you the Universe. 

You accepted her offer, no matter how unbelievable it was at first, and the two of you began travelling together. But then Missy disappeared once again. This time Missy wasn’t sneaking off to be a menace around space and time, but The Doctor had abducted her and trapped her with The Vault. He did all of this without notifying you that he stole your partner away from you. 

You were worried sick without her, but Missy wasn’t going to let The Doctor keep you and her apart. She would let him play his games for a bit, but she would always keep her eyes on you. Her watchful and protective eye just had to be from a distance momentarily. 

Thankfully for you and Missy, The Vault did not entrap telepathic communications between its walls. So, the two of you ended up speaking frequently. Mostly it was just Missy complaining about her old friend and her trying to bribe you into visiting her.

After months of secretly communicating with each other back and forth, Missy did manage to convince you to break into the Vault in order to celebrate your anniversary. The anniversary of when you and Missy began dating.

You were incredibly nervous. You had never met The Doctor and now his oldest friend was convincing you to break into a basement he seemed to own. If he caught you during your attempt, that would be one hell of a way to first meet someone.

You made it into the chaotically filled basement without running into The Doctor, or either of his companions. Then you broke into the Vault. Missy greeted you with a tight hug and a warm kiss, which startled you at first. Missy was definitely affectionate with the right person, but the environment she was in was so strange and off-putting that you were shocked by her open nature. She countered your questions by explaining that The Doctor never watched her while she was in the Vault, he felt like it was too intrusive, and Missy just missed you too much to not attack you with affection upon seeing you again.

Missy ended up pouring some wine for the two of you that you had brought with you to the Vault. You were trying to dish out the food you had also brought but your hands fumbled with nerves. Missy looked at you concerned. She saw no real threat in The Doctor’s actions, other than the fact that he seemed determined to keep her where she was being trapped, but it wasn’t like he would ever hurt her or you.

“Dear, you must calm down. I promise that everything will be alright.” Missy tried to comfort you as the two of you prepared the finishing touches of the little indoor picnic that was being forged.

“How can you be certain about that Missy?”

“I know The Doctor, dearie. He wouldn’t hurt you. The most that would happen would be a strict talk.”

“Even that’s terrifying!” You yelped before taking a rather large sip of your wine.

“Shh, we’re safe here.” Missy manoeuvred herself closer to you; her actions were far too elegant to be referred to as ‘shooting over’. She then gently grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into her side before rubbing your back in a reassuring manner.

“But what if The Doctor keeps me away from you?” That question made Missy pause. She never really considered that option; Missy didn’t think that The Doctor had the nerve to do such a thing, but seeing your fear at such an idea made her fear that outcome, too. Even if The Doctor was enough of a fool to try and take you away from your Master, Missy would never allow The Doctor to succeed.

“I will always be here to protect you, Y/n. The Doctor can’t keep me away from my love.” You felt Missy kiss your temple and then press her forehead against yours. You then felt Missy’s presence prod your mind. You let her in and then you instantly felt a wave of calmness and clarity wash over you. Missy had sent a little hypnotic spell through your mind like she had done many times before when you felt overwhelmed. She always managed to help you with your anxiety better than any Human medicine or meditation could.

“Better?” Missy asked hopefully, still massaging your back and shoulders.

“Much better. Thank you, Missy.”

“Good. Now! Let’s toast to our beautiful relationship together and dig into this lovely meal you brought.” Missy kissed your temple one last time before grabbing her wine glass and clinking the glass against yours. Despite the unusual circumstances, nothing could keep Missy from having a great anniversary date with you.

Heartbeat Headache

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Master comforts the Reader when they get a really bad headache.

Warnings - migraine/headaches, a bit of an overstimulation meltdown

Word Count - 1690

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This is purely a self-indulgent fic because I get frequent headaches, but I hope that you enjoy it!

The Master had been living aboard the Doctor’s TARDIS for a couple of weeks now, and everyone hated this new living situation. Except The Master, who seemed to be having a tremendous amount of fun tormenting everyone on board. The Doctor insisted that The Master needed to be watched; that the only way for her to properly make sure that The Master didn’t continue down his destructive path was to have him live with her, you and the rest of The Fam.

Despite being the main organiser of the situation, The Doctor didn’t seem happy. You got the feeling that she did not expect to feel cramped in her own home, but she seemed hopeful that this might be the moment where she could get her old friend back. You also weren’t the only uncomfortable companion of The Doctor’s, the rest of The Fam weren’t happy either, especially because The Master did try to kill them, multiple times. However, the reason why you were uncomfortable with The Master’s presence was different from the Fam’s.

The Master always watched you. As O, you thought that it was a bit flattering; all of the lingering glances and the soft touches the two of you had shared when no one was noticing. Since revealing himself as the rogue Time Lord, his gazes became more menacing and predatory. He always seemed to be in the same room as you, lurking in the corner, his eyes staring holes into your back. You knew that The Doctor wished for you and The Fam to be kind and welcoming despite everything, but sometimes you could not control your anger. Today was one of those days.

“How is my little Human today?” The Master questioned, his tone was teasing, as he came up behind you while you were making a cup of tea. He knew how much you hated his condescending attitude, especially toward Humans, which only made him more determined to rile you up.

“Don’t start with me.” Your speech was venomous. This shocked The Master, but he hid it well.

“Awww is my little human upset?” He cooed at you, miming sadness on his face and getting uncomfortably close to you.

“I said, don’t start with me, if you are so incapable of hearing! Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t even breathe near me. Just leave me alone!” You rushed past The Master, checking his shoulder, causing him to stumble backward slightly. He stood shocked into stupidity by your behaviour and the fact that you somehow managed to not spill your tea. The Master did not understand what was going on in his brain. He wondered if he was malfunctioning.

“You okay there, Master?” The Doctor teased as she popped her head into the kitchen. She heard everything and gleefully prepared to tease her old friend about his budding feelings for you.

“Of course, I’m okay.” He wasn’t. It was a blatant lie, that once spoken, he knew The Doctor could see through.

Two main thoughts emerged in The Master’s after his interaction with you. One: he hated how attractive you looked when ordering him around. Two: he hated how visibly upset you were, and how he was the cause. That was the opposite reaction he wished you would give when seeing him, despite how fun it was to joke with you. Perhaps you did not see his japes as fun or flirty.

“Good job with Y/N.” The Doctor knew of the mutual crushes budding between the two of you. She saw it happening a few weeks ago when The Master kept touching and playing with the hem of your shirt while she was rambling about her newest plan for an adventure. You had asked him to stop, but he kept doing it because he said that it calmed him down. The Doctor might have been a bit dense when it came to understanding how people felt about her, but she was quick to pick up on the energies of situations she wasn’t a part of.

“Shut up.” The Master retorted, half heartedly, still more concerned with your mood rather than his ego.

“Maybe tone down the teasing when Y/n is visibly upset next time, yeah?” The Master grumbled, knowing she was right. “Oh, and maybe consider apologising. I know that that’s not typical Master behaviour, but I think you should make an exception for ‘your little Human’.” The Doctor snickered as she saw The Master’s face turn into a scowl. She quickly left with a box of custard creams in her hand before the Master could throw any kitchen utensils at her head.

The Master sighed defeatedly, knowing that his old friend was right and that he should apologise. He questioned if he should do that now. You did sound incredibly upset, but he didn’t want this situation to grow and get worse. So The Master made his way to your room, after stealing some of your favourite snacks from the kitchen before he left.

Upon arriving at the door to your bedroom, The Master knocked on your door softly. He didn’t want to startle you and cause you to be even more upset with him. However, you didn’t respond. The Master was going to knock again, but The TARDIS opened your door for him. The Master thanked the ship and slowly creaked the door open until he heard you growl at him.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” The Master blocked the light from The TARDIS hallway with his body, but refused to fully enter your room without your permission. The Master’s back straightened out of regret when he thought he heard you crying, but he tried to remain composed because he didn’t have all of the details yet.

“You don’t really care, so you might as well leave.” The Master heard your voice cracking, confirming his fears that you were in fact crying.

“Y/n, I’m sorry about earlier and for all my teasing before -” You cut The Master off before he could finish his apology.

“I have the worst migraine I’ve ever had in my life.” The Master responded with a soft, “oh,” having been on the receiving end of many headaches throughout his regenerations.

“How bad is it?”

“I can feel my heartbeat radiating through my skull.”

“Can I touch you?”

“What?” Even in your pain filled state you noticed how awkwardly he worded that question. The Master grimised, too, upset that his emotions were making him flustered.

“Can I massage your head? It might help your headache.” You agreed and heard the Time Lord enter your room and close your door behind him. You heard him place some things down then rummaged around your desk a bit, then you felt his hand brush against your arm, notifying you of his presence. You sat up briefly, allowing him to sit behind you on your bed. You let The Master reposition you until your head was resting on his thighs.

“Is this okay?” The Master’s voice was softer than you heard before, he almost sounded like O. You nodded. The Master brought one of his hands up to cradle the back of your head and the other caressed your forehead. He eventually moved both of his hands to your temples causing some relief to flow through your skull.

The Master continued to massage your temples, digging slightly rougher into the flesh. Whatever he did, it calmed the pain, but you could easily see him using this technique, albeit more forcefully, on an enemy he was about to execute with his bare hands. You heard him chuckle, causing you eyes to pop open.

“You heard that thought, didn’t you?”

“Given that it’s telepathy, I technically didn’t hear it.” The Master bluntly stated. You rolled your eyes at the technicality, but asked in your head if he killed people like that. He nodded sadly.

You thought, ‘Have you ever thought of killing me like that?’

The Master shook his head and projected his thoughts into your head, ‘I haven’t thought about killing you at all. In fact, I've planned schemes around trying to protect you.” You smiled at him, but winced when your headache spiked. The Master winced sympathetically seeing you in pain.

“I can calm you, telepathically, if you want.”

“You aren’t going to hypnotise me or look through my memories or thoughts, are you?”

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you. Also, that would probably make your head hurt more, so that wouldn’t be beneficial. It will basically be the same thing as listening to theta waves.” You nodded your head, understanding. “But it’s actually nothing like that.” You slumped your shoulders and glared at him because of his correction.

You let The Master reposition you again. Now you were lying between his legs with your head on his chest, while he rested back against your headboard. One of his hands partially cradled your face while he massaged your temple, his other hand petted your head and sometimes went down to caress your back. The Master notified you when he was about to start calming you telepathically; he wanted to give you another opportunity to stop this if you were uncomfortable with him doing this.

You let The Master do as he recommended. You felt a deep calm rush through your whole body and a numbing feeling radiating through your head. All of this, combined with the steady beating of The Master’s hearts lulled you into a serene mood. You were virtually on the brink of sleep and your headache was steadily dissipating.

“My little human.” Because you were on the brink of sleep you almost didn’t hear The Master say this, but a small smile etched onto your face when you did. The little nickname The Master had given you was filled with love this time, not a mean tease.

“My old Timelord.” You mumbled and then snuggled further into The Master’s chest. The Master smiled down at you then placed a kiss on your forehead, just before you fell into a deep sleep, completely free of your headache.

2017 / 2021

31 Fics Of Fright

Day 12- Forever

Dhawan!Master X Reader

Prompt: Fangs

Notes: All throughout I couldn’t help but think of the quote from Dracula- “Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose?” As I thought it was quite fitting. It also fits the Master so well!

Warnings: Slight hypnosis, suggestive themes

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Okay, so I love Tolkien’s works. I grew up with them! My dad loved Tolkien and read me his works when I was a kid. But now I have a really hard time reading the books on my own, probably because I have ADHD and I can’t concentrate on anything.

But anyway, I constantly imagine Eddie Munson completely understanding my difficulty with concentrating on things, because I think that he also has ADHD. And he would totally help me with reading Tolkien’s works. 

I love imagining being curled up together in a massive blanket in our underwear or pyjamas(boxers and a t-shirt) and reading Tolkien together. Or even Eddie reading to me!!!

He would make up unique voices and mannerisms for each of the characters! He would definitely make The Silmarillion more interesting because I really struggle to get through that one! 

Later, Eddie would probably act out the scenes, eventually getting me to join him. There would probably be tons of inside jokes between me and him about Tolkien and the way he, and eventually me, acted some of the characters out and the voices we would do.

Ugh! I just want this sooo badly!

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

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

Word Count - 445

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

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

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

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

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

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I loved the first special.

☆ dw asks ☆

1. how would you die/leave if you were a companion?

2. what’s your favorite moment with your least-favorite doctor?

3. what’s your least-favorite moment with your favorite doctor?

4. who’s wardrobe would you steal?

5. if you had to take the form of one non-humanoid alien permanently, which one would you chose?

6. favorite motif or reoccurring theme in the show?

7. which doctor is not necessarily your favorite but is the doctor you’d most like to travel with or the doctor you think you’d get along the best with?

8. which villain actually scares you the most?

9. which villain can you not take seriously at all?

10. what’s one conversation you wish you could have or question you wish you could ask a doctor who character?

11. what’s a conflict or misunderstanding you wish you could clear up between two doctor who characters?

12. what’s a headcanon that you forget isn’t actually canon?

13. what’s a piece of canon that you completely disregard whenever you come across it?

14. what’s a song or piece of writing that you associate with a character/story arc/relationship on the show?

15. is there a plot line that has ended but that you wish had been expanded on?

16. is there a character you feel is generally misunderstood by the fandom?

17. do you read dw fanfic? if so, do you have any recommendations?

18. what other piece of media would you recommend to fans of doctor who?

19. nuwho gets a designated one f-bomb per season. who gets to use it and when?

20. what’s one hope you have for upcoming doctor who content?