I Am Very Much Not Ready For The Power Of The Doctor. I Was Excited When We First Got The Pictures Of

I was looking up the language of flowers for an upcoming fic I am writing and I found this on Wikipedia ...

“In J. K. Rowling's 1997 novel Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Professor Severus Snape uses the language of flowers to express regret and mourning for the death of Lily Potter, his childhood friend and Harry Potter's mother, according to Pottermore.”

Why do I not remember this? Is this true?

If it is true, part of me wants to reference this in my fic.

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

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.

2017 / 2021

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

I’m sorry for not posting on Valentine's Day. Or any time recently.

I have gotten very behind on a lot of things lately and have been trying to catch up on everything.

I'm sorry to everyone that has requested things.

I will try to post sometime soon.

-Ghost

Pumpkin Dreams

Simm!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader begs for some Autumnal decorations, but The Master is not a fan of The Reader’s plans.

Prompt(s) Used - Pumpkin Patch - A fic involving pumpkins, a pumpkin patch, pumpkin carving or Jack ‘o’ Lanterns and Ghoul - A fic involving decorating for Halloween or Halloween decorations

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

Word Count - 3082

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. No use of Y/n. Not Requested. Proofread but not beta read. I hope that you enjoy! :)

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The Master held a thousand years long (or however old he was) reputation for being cruel, demanding and authoritarian. His desired image was on full display in the title he gave himself alone, his multiple plans for universal takeover only proved a point. He always had to have his way; if people did not immediately listen, he would take what he wanted. He didn’t care who he hurt, who he killed, or how he left in the ashes of his destruction. Despite his carefully curated image, this longstanding reputation of The Master’s wasn’t always in line with his emotional needs. 

The Master could be kind, soft, and reasonable if in a safe environment with people he felt comfortable with. He showed you this softer side countless times and you knew he would show you his more raw, personal emotions again many times more in the future. The Master was kinder to you than anyone you had in your life previously. He would always rebuke your comparative praise by stating that the bar for Humans was in hell (a phrase he only used because you used it). 

He adored your praise of him, though, because The Doctor believed The Master to be incapable of any kind of thought and he loved proving the idiocy of his previous friend. But The Master did hate being compared to Humans and for anyone other than The Doctor to know this other side of his personality. The Master couldn’t help but hate you at first when you would occasionally run into him when he was pretending to be Human. After The Doctor ruined his plans again, The Master did take a chance on you. He hoped to manipulate you, though you ended up charming your way into the old Timelord’s hearts. He abandoned all of his plans to corrupt you (except for a little teasing) and strove to prove himself worthy of your kindness.

Since moving into The Master’s TARDIS, you became acutely aware of the divots and dividends stowed away and hidden behind many facades and trick mirrors in your alien companion’s personality. Despite the fruitfulness of his personality that he hid well, The Master still had to be convinced of very many things, especially the things that he did not think up himself. He was a proud being, inside and out. After much trial and error, you did learn how to craft manipulations of your own. By begging (prettily, as he described) or convincing The Master that he came up with an idea before you did, then you usually could end up getting want you wanted within the week. Your quickest attempt took 13 Earth days, which given how stubborn The Master could be at times, you took as a win. All you could do was hope that you wouldn’t have to fully manipulate your way into getting what you wanted this time. In your opinion, you had just a small request. At most, it would only take a small amount of begging, surely.

You bounced into the console room with a light step. This wasn’t the first time you attempted to convince The Master of something very Human in nature and you expected that it wouldn’t be the last. The Master had also been in a jovial mood recently, having plundered multiple pirates, squashed many rebellions on planets that he (previously to you joining him) ruled, and solved many childhood treasure hunts ‘in all time and space’ that the old scholars of Gallifrey placed on their students, expecting that they would never be solved. His cheerful nature resulted in less worry for you compared to some of the previous attempts where you ambushed The Master with questions on one of his bad days. But for the completion of your plan and The Master’s emotions, you did try to make yourself seem more carefree and unbothered. Based on previous attempts, you know that if you were too passionate or persistent there was the very probable chance that The Master would deny your request out of spite, which was contrary to the outcome that you wished to receive.

The Master didn’t look up from the console screen he was monitoring as you rounded the ship’s terminal. You had become used to the fact that he was usually aware of your presence, even though he wouldn’t interact with you first. So, you stood behind the alien and watched the screen he studied, unable to understand the potential seriousness of what your host was looking at. Tentatively, you placed your chin on The Master’s shoulder, allowing him the opportunity to initiate the conversation when he was ready.

“What do you want, Human?”

“What makes you think that I want anything?” The Master didn’t respond, he didn’t need to. All he did was turn his face in your direction with a blank stare and a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, I do want to ask you something.”

“What is it this time?” You huffed, slightly affronted that he would think you to be so superficial. But your reaction only caused The Master to chuckle. You paused for a moment before asking your question in an attempt to regain your composure in the presence of a nearly all powerful alien. 

“Can we get some pumpkins?” You asked the alien hopefully, bouncing on the soles of your feet absentmindedly. 

“Why?” The Master dragged out the word, which gave you hope. When The Master drew out all the syllables of a short (typically one-word) question, it usually meant that he was legitimately questioning your desires. If he were to answer with a curt “why” or a fully articulate question, however, you learned that those options were basically a “no” as far as the alien was concerned.

“It’s Autumn. Halloween is coming up soon. They are nice decorations.” 

“No.” The Master spoke coldly. You couldn’t help but be shocked. You thought that you did everything correctly, or as well as you could given The Master’s sometimes (often) temporental tastes. 

“What? Why?” You pulled back from The Master’s shoulder and tried to look him in the eye, but he wouldn’t face you. 

“They go off. I don’t want mouldy squash in my ship.” The Master’s tone was reasonable, at least, as he moved around The TARDIS console to press more buttons.

“I will compost them or throw them away before they get like that.” You tried to your best to plead with The Master, but for some reason, you weren’t doing your best. 

“And if one gets lost in this labyrinth of a ship?” The Master’s head shot up to look you in the eye, and then he froze, waiting for your answer. His hazel eyes were piercing. 

“I won’t lose any of them.” You tried to sound convincing, but The Master’s faux sympathetic grin told you that you had not convinced the alien.

“My answer is still no.”

“Please. I’m not asking for 13-foot-tall skeletons or glitter garlands.” The Master couldn’t help but make a face at the thought of the presence of glitter in his TARDIS.

“It’s just a handful of pumpkins, Master.” Your alien host turned to face you again, this time with a triumphant smirk on his face. You hated that you knew that you lost this time.

“You need to work on your begging, Human.” You groaned, petulantly and stormed off back to your room for the day.

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Many days passed with many stops periodically throughout time and space. Some were casual pitstops, others were more serious, but The Master hoped that the more places he took you, then the less focused you would be on your request to decorate his TARDIS. Every time he thought that you had forgotten your want or moved on from your pumpkin idea, you would not so subtly indicate that you still wanted to decorate The Master’s TARDIS with pumpkins. It didn’t help that his ship was conspiring against him and took you and The Master to many planets with pumpkin-like plants blooming and growing throughout.

During one outing, you had almost snuck a small gourd (or what you would call a gourd) onto The TARDIS through your bigger on the inside coat pocket. But The Master saw your sleight of hand and was aware of the item you stole from the planet. You weren’t aware of The Master’s knowledge, but the alien’s eyes had rarely left your frame as of late. He was always watching you. He wasn’t trying to be creepy (which he probably would been on Earth), he just loved watching you in non-Human environments. 

That was his excuse, though; The Master’s TARDIS, maturely, described The Master’s feelings as love. He loved your little quirks and the idiosyncrasies that made you you. Yes, you were Human, but if The Doctor used Humans as temporary comfort, then why couldn’t The Master find a constant companion in a Human? It was unlikely that you would ever be able to deceive The Master ever again because The Maser knew you; you consumed every fibre of his mind and soul. The TARDIS, self-satisfied in their accomplishment, knew that there was no turning back now. They helped you and The Master fully realise your feelings for each other.

The Master, upon the two of you arriving at the door of his ship, pulled you by your arm out of The TARDIS doorway before your foot could fall on the ship’s metallic floor. He held his other hand flat outward toward you as he stared down at you unblinking. You couldn’t help but pout; you assumed that you had gotten away with your theft. You sighed as you placed the alien gourd onto his palm.

“Nice try, Human.” The Master smirked, releasing your arm and allowing you to enter his ship. He then tossed the gourd over his shoulder before nonchalantly entering his ship. The Master then piloted the two of you away from the planet you had visited, while telepathically scolding his TARDIS for trying to aid you Humanly sympathetic. 

“I’m going to bed.” You spoke. Your voice sounded sad; The Master noted. He hated when you sounded sad, especially when he was the main cause of your depleted emotions.

“Fine. Dream your sweet pumpkin dreams, Human.” The Master tried to joke. It was evident that the alien failed to make you laugh, though, much to his disappointment.

“I really hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t.” The Master did feel your legitimately strong negative feelings toward him, but he chose to not dwell on the fact that he upset you for too long. Instead, he focused on attempting to form a plan to make you happier. He genuinely wanted to make you happy. If you temporarily felt defeated, he could handle your bad temper because he knew that he had so much more planned for you.

You stuck out your tongue petulantly. The Master responded with the same gesture before smirking again and wishing you a proper goodnight.

The Master hated seeing you unhappy. Normally, with others, The Master would keep refusing a person who wanted something badly enough to repeatedly ask, just to upset them more. With you, though, this routine was getting boring. A couple of denials were fine, it offered suspense, but he never wanted to treat you like just any other person. You were special.

Now The Master would have to plan something that would surprise you, something that would make up for his bad attitude. But he didn’t want pumpkins, squash, or gourds, Human or otherwise, on his ship except for the kitchen. He wasn’t even fond of having houseplants on his ship: which reminded The Master of something.

The Master recalled when he first invited you to stay with him on The TARDIS. However, upon hearing you say something, he almost told you to stay at your Earthly apartment last minute. You had surprised him by exclaiming that you needed to retrieve your bonsai tree. You had run off to retrieve the bonsai tree before The Master could stop you, having been weighed down by your many travelling bags. You surprised the alien again, though, when you arrived by his side with a Lego bonsai tree, not a real one, in your hands. The Master only sighed at the time, allowing the plastic tree into his ship without notifying you of his initial complaint.

That previous instance caused a ball to roll in his mind. You never directly said that you wanted real pumpkins. There had to be alternatives that wouldn’t decay and stink up his ship that would also make your wish reality. So The Master set to work.

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You woke up despondently. Why did The Master have to be so fickle? You understood that The TARDIS was his ship, and he could allow or not allow whatever he wanted. But you didn’t understand why you couldn’t add some personal touches outside of your room. You weren’t even asking for decorative changes all the time, just around certain holidays that you liked to celebrate. If you were on Earth, and The Master was staying with you in your flat, you knew that you would allow him to add his own flair to communal areas. Did you just care about him more than he cared about you? Or was this just a simple miscommunication? No matter what was going on between the two of you, you were still upset with the alien.

You rolled out of your bed, yawned, stretched, and then rubbed the granules of sleep out of your eyes as you stumbled toward your private kitchen. You moved around the space on autopilot, unaware of the new decorations that appeared in your space overnight. You weren’t ripped out of your oblivious state until The TARDIS beeped frantically. 

You held a large mug in one hand, about to pour in your favourite hot, caffeinated beverage when she halted your actions. You questioned her, and she beeped again. She sounded astonished. You looked down into your mug and to your surprise you saw a small felt pumpkin. You placed everything in your hands onto your kitchen counter and plucked the pumpkin out of the mug. It was a cartoonish orange with delicate felt leaves attached to a dark green stub of a stem. The little item was so cute that you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Finally, you looked around and saw that your room had been decorated with a variety of fake pumpkins. You understood why The TARDIS was so shocked. You walked all the way to your kitchen without noticing any changes whatsoever.

You excitedly ran out of your room, still holding the first pumpkin, and grew even more exuberant the more that you saw. In your sleep, The Master fully decorated his TARDIS with creative pumpkins. There were fake pumpkins of every colour, cloth jack-o-lanterns, and pumpkins decorated with famous artworks and interesting Halloween-themed designs. There were even pumpkin garlands hanging throughout the halls and on the walls. None of them were real pumpkins, there was no worry of them going bad. The Master even made sure that there wasn’t a hint of glitter on any of the decorations. 

You then began to search for The Master. You wanted to thank him for everything he did and all of the work he put into this. Eventually, you found him lounging in the library. He was reading on a sofa with his back facing yours, the stem of a pumpkin pillow only slightly visible over the back of the sofa. You ran up to The Master, as quietly as you could, and threw your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Don’t mention it.” You hummed, disappointed, as you removed yourself from The Master. You were hoping for a different, more reciprocating, response. Maybe you weren’t as expressive and grateful as you could be. You wished that there was a way for you to meaningfully thank him. You squeezed The Master’s shoulders before rounding the sofa to sit across from the alien. The Master didn’t look up from his book. You looked away from the strange person before you, instead inspecting the decorations in the library from your seat. You smiled again at the decorations. Not because of the decorations themselves, but because The Master did all of this for you. 

“It looks really nice.” 

“It pains me to admit it, but yes, it’s nice.” The Master was staring at you when he spoke. He was watching you as soon as you looked away. He didn’t care about the pumpkins. They were a nice addition, for a short period of time, but he couldn’t care less if they were there or not. He was just happy that you were happy. You were still observing the new additions to your environment, but if you were looking at The Master you might have seen his mask slip. You might have seen his true feelings for you, if only for a second. If only you were looking at him.

“Maybe you should keep them even after the passing of the season?” You asked hopefully. 

“Just because you got your pumpkins, that doesn’t mean you are going to get everything you want around here, Human.”

“I’m not trying to get my way -” You turned to face The Master in an attempt to defend yourself.

“Sure you aren’t.”

“It just looks nice. It fits this space. And they won’t go off, so you don’t have to worry about mould.”

“No. I’m a renegade Time Lord, not a comic book villain.” The Master said coldly as he gracefully stood from the sofa to retrieve another book.

“Just one?” The Master sighed lightheartedly at your persistence. Is this how other people felt around him when he was dead set on something? 

“Your room is your room. Do what you want with it.” You congratulated yourself on the new victory, unaware that The Master could see you out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help but smile but he quickly covered it up with a smirk. He didn’t know how to directly tell you his feelings, he didn’t feel confident enough in his ability to communicate how he felt. At least The Master could still flirt in his own way, though; by teasing you and riling you up and surprising you with gifts.

“But I won’t make any promises to not throw all these pumpkins into a supernova as soon as the first of December occurs in your year on Earth.” 

“Master!”

Current Fic Posting Schedule*

Planned Post Date

Tuesday, 22 October 2024

Pumpkin Dreams - Simm!Master x Reader --- POSTED

Wednesday, 23 October 2024

Wait, This Is Good! - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader --- POSTED

Thursday, 24 October 2024

Tender Is The Touch - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Music Is Subjective - Maestro x Reader

Friday, 25 October 2024

Not Titled Yet - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Not Titled Yet - Any Doctor x Reader

Monday, 28 October 2024

This Is Impossible - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Coincidence, Right? - Eccleston!Doctor x Reader

Trouble Sleeping - Tennant!Doctor x Reader

Tuesday, 29, October 2024

Jump In The Line, Or Rather Leaves - Smith!Doctor x Reader

Wednesday, 30 October 2024

Not Titled Yet - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Relaxing Confessions - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Thursday, 31 October 2024

Fallen Leaf Hair - Maestro x Reader

Not Titled Yet - Smith!Doctor x Reader

Friday, 1 November 2024

Not Titled Yet - Dhawan!Master x Reader

*This will be edited if anything changes and either updated (if people like this system) or deleted.

*** Also this does include the Autumnal Bash fics

I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

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.