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That is so cool!!! I really don’t know why I don’t remember this. It sounds like something I would remember.

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.

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

This feels wrong for some reason …

Bimbofication

2017 / 2021

Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!

[Image Reads] Anonymous asked - “Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!”

Hi, anon! I'm sorry that this fic took me so long to complete, I lost it in my drafts for a bit. But I hope that you are doing well and thank you so much for the request!

This is officially my first Doctor Who Companion x Reader :)

I will link the fic here once I post it!

Bedside Manner - 5 March 2023

-Ghost

I’m so sorry for being distant recently! My mental helth took a turn for the worse, but I’ve been taking steps to get some help. So, I should be back to posting soon. 

I’m sorry to anyone waiting on requests. I promise that I am working on them and they will be posted eventually. 

Please, remember to eat something, drink some water and take care of yourselves everyone!

- Ghost

Hiii, I hope you’re having a good day! I was wondering if I could request a sequel to your Dh!Master fic ‘sneaking around’ where the rest of the fam find out about the Master and the reader being together? Maybe they’re all put on an adventure and the reader gets hurt, which causes the Master to be really worried? Feel free to do what you like tho :D

Hello! I am doing pretty well. And I hope that you are having a great day, anon!

Thank you so much for the request! I am really happy that you enjoyed Sneaking Around Part 1, and I hope that you enjoy the second part.

I will be posting Part 2 of Sneaking Around on the 6th of September.

I'll link Part 1 below and will link Part 2 once I post it.

Sneaking Around Part 1

Sneaking Around Part 2 - 6 September 2022

Again, I hope that you enjoy!

Hello Everyone

I know that I have been gone for a while and I am sorry.

A couple of months ago I was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia.

Even though I have been trying to get help with my mental health and going through many paths, I don’t think I have actually processed the new diagnoses fully. I am still working on my mental health every day, including looking into ASD testing, even though it will be costly.

I just wanted all of you to know what has been happening in my life.

I know that it doesn’t excuse the absence and ghosting and awkward posting because i left unfinished stuff in my queue, but I hope that you can understand.

I am also working on getting medication, hopefully, that will help with school stress and fanfiction organisation and just help me be generally more productive.

Anyway, I hope that you understand and I will try to be better.

Thank you for listening.

-Ghost

One Good Day

O x Reader - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader hasn’t been feeling well and their roommate, O, comforts them.

Warnings - mentions of depression/sad feelings/low days

Word Count - 3949

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This takes place when The Master was pretending to be O. Okay, so this is my fic Mental Health Date revisited. I revisited and revised it a bit because I didn’t like it, but I still don’t like it, but I’m going to post it anyway just to get it out there.

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It had been one of those days. And by days, you meant weeks. Nothing felt right. You had little interest in the things you would usually enjoy, and you had gotten incredibly far behind on your work, and you stopped talking to the people in your life, but you didn’t really care. It worried you sometimes, feeling yourself fall down the rabbit hole of dissociation and depression, but you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t sleep at night because of how anxious you were about feeling behind in life, but you couldn’t get up to do anything of importance to relieve your anxieties and get better for yourself. All you really did was watch random videos and read fanfiction and sleep during the day. You were incredibly bored but didn’t have enough energy to do anything about it. 

Part of you didn’t know why you felt this way. This just always happens. Things get better. Things are going well and smoothly. Then things get bad quickly. and your mental health just plummets. It’s a horrible cycle that happens every couple of weeks or months, depending on what else is going on around you. You were sick of it! You just wanted one good day to get you back on track. Or just one good day, period. No matter how much you wanted it, however, you berated yourself for believing something as foolish as the thought that today would actually be a good day.

You didn’t feel like you could talk to your family about what was going on. They never reacted the way that you wished that they would, so you just didn’t bother any more with trying to explain these feelings to them. Your friends would understand your circumstance much more than your parents, however, you never wanted to burden them with your depressive thoughts. So, you just kept to yourself, which usually caused your depressive state to get worse until it would pass. 

You considered talking to your roommate, O. Or maybe not talk, but somehow convince him to go out to a cafe or park or something so you weren’t alone for a bit. You eventually decided against reaching out to O, though, so as not to bother him, just like how you didn’t want to burden your friends. But that didn’t stop you thinking about your roommate while in your state of boredom. 

O was quiet, reserved and sweet, he kept to himself most of the time, but he could also be quite blunt when he wanted to be. You couldn’t tell whether he was a nervous person or introverted or whether he just didn’t like people. He was usually polite, or just silently complained about a person through eye rolls, but it always shocked you when he would say something harsh. His comments were never directed to you but knowing the fact that he could be easily disappointed made you not want to upset him. Over the past few months of cohabitating with him, you had developed a small crush on him, but tried to deny it to all of your friends and yourself. Your crush was probably the reason you didn’t want to upset him, not the fear of his hidden harshness being directed to you, but you just pushed those feelings away and continued to scroll through your phone. 

You were thankful that he allowed you to share a flat with him, because there seemed to be no other apartments available in this part of the city, but you assumed that O just needed someone else to pay rent rather than actually wanting any companionship. And considering that you were the one to move into the flat second, you tried your best to stay out of his way, but you felt as if you always failed at that task.

Whenever you would find yourself walking in on O in the living room or kitchen having an intense discussion with himself, pacing and muttering about unusual things, he would huff and quickly walk to his room and lock the door behind him. His reaction would always make you feel horrible. You wanted to get to know him and make him feel welcomed in your presence, not shut away. 

But O would sometimes allow you to interact with him. Whenever O wasn’t too consumed by work, he would offer up genuine smiles around the flat and would sometimes express small, reserved instances of his personality that he deemed you worthy enough of seeing. You discovered that O worked for the government and had a passion for science and technology. But your favourite thing about O was his belief in aliens. You didn’t expect that of him, but it made you smile to see him get so excited when he rambled about his special interest. 

Even though you learned things about each other during your cohabitation, the two of you never made a consistent effort to build a rapport. And that made you feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea of going to O with your problems or even having a crush on him. You were afraid that he would act poorly, like your parents or previous professors or bosses, and blame you for how you were feeling and the state you were in. You wanted someone, though. Someone to be with you on a bad day. Someone to make you feel better. Again, you stopped that train of thought and chastised yourself for being so foolish to think that someone would ever help you in that way.

So, you continued scrolling through random apps on your phone while cuddling up in bed under a mound of blankets. You didn’t have enough motivation to get up at all this morning, like most mornings this week, but now it was around midday, and you hadn’t even eaten anything or even showered. You just let the minutes pass by while consuming random content in the hope for some dopamine. Suddenly, O opened your door without warning and just stood in the doorway, for a moment, staring at your startled face. You dropped your phone slightly to get a better look at O. He looked like he was questioning what he saw, but there was something different about the way that he was looking at you that you couldn’t place. His eyes seemed sad, and he was tapping his fingers on the doorknob of your room repeatedly in a pattern of four beats.

“Are you feeling okay?” O finally spoke after an awkward silent war between the two of you just staring at each other.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You squeaked out. You didn’t mean to lie, but you were so startled by O barging into your room that you didn’t know how to respond.

“I know that you always say that I can be incredibly blunt, and by blunt you mean rude. Well, now I'm not trying to be rude, I’m just concerned, okay?” O held out his non tapping hand as if to reassure you, but it only made you even more worried. As if he were trying to prepare you for the final blow in a battle of wits that would be your downfall.

“Can you please get to the point, O?”

“You don't look fine. You look quite glum, actually. And a bit greasy.” You were right. It was the hard-hitting final blow to your already depleted ego.

“Well, you certainly know how to cheer a person up.” You huffed and turned so your back was now facing O. For an extra pinch of dramatics, you pulled your blankets up over your head to cocoon yourself. You muffled a mumble that you didn’t intend for O to hear, but if he did it wouldn’t be the end of the world, “You barge into my room and insult me. I sure picked a great roommate.”

You slightly heard O huff over the muffling effect on your blanket cocoon. You internally groaned at the thought that O was most likely rolling his eyes at your obnoxious behaviour. You didn’t want to have a fight or make him feel bad. You didn’t even know why you were acting this way, just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world alone.

There was a long enough silence for you to get back to your reading on your phone and you assumed that O had left your room. Probably with the door open because he always seemed to leave doors open throughout the flat. You froze when you felt the opposite side of your bed dip. You turned a bit to look over your shoulder. You saw O sitting on your bed, looking at you with concern lacing his eyes. You had never seen that before.

“You don’t have to talk about anything that you don't want to, Y/n, but if you want to talk, I am here. If you need me.” You shuffled a bit more to see him more clearly and you saw that O was being sincere.

“I don’t want to talk about it. But I’m just not feeling good mentally. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, I just didn’t know how to say anything. I’m sorry that I told you I was fine early when I wasn’t. I was shocked by your question, and I panicked.” O smiled sympathetically.

“Why were you shocked?” You looked down and away from O’s eyes to try and prepare for what you were about to say.

“I didn’t think you cared enough to ask about me. I didn’t think you care about me at all.” You looked back up at O when you heard him sigh again. You were afraid that he was angry about what you had said. He didn’t look angry, though. He looked sad and disappointed, but it also looked like he was thinking about something.

“How about you take a long bath and I’ll go get some things from the shops so we can have a nice night in?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? It’s a nice thing to do, isn’t it?”

“When do you ever do nice things? You don't do nice things, especially not to me.” You shuffled down a bit into the cocoon of blankets to hide from O’s unblinking gaze.

“I’ve done nice things for you!” If you thought that O actually cared for you, you would have said that O looked offended and hurt at the thought of you thinking that he didn’t care about you. But that would be impossible.

“Okay, you have done nice things for me, I’m just being sad and only thinking about the bad things right now. And it’s perfectly fine if you don’t do nice things for me. I don’t expect you to. We are flat mates, not best friends or anything else.” O seemed to quirk his head upon hearing you say ‘anything else,’ along with having a small smirk lacing his face.

“Come on. Get up. I swear I'll make tonight worthwhile.” O smirked and sent you a wink. You huffed and stumbled out of bed, almost hitting O with your blanket before he dodged it by standing up from the bed.

“Don’t be flirty just to try and get me to not be sad.” You stumbled to your dresser and wardrobe and grabbed some underwear and comfy clothes and some towels.

“Who said I was flirting to make you smile? I would say that I’m flirting with you because I want to flirt with you.” You gasped slightly and turned to see O smirking in the doorway. You didn’t know how to respond, you just stood there with your mouth agape, so O took the opportunity to continue to speak, “I’ll probably be back while you’re still in the shower but take as much time as you need. I’ve got to make today a good day for you.” You stared at him for a second, you were worried that he had read your mind about wanting to have just one good day, but that would be impossible. So, you brushed that completely ridiculous thought out of your mind.

It felt weird experiencing him acting this way. You didn’t interact with O that often, even though you were living together. The two of you usually kept to yourselves, often preoccupied with your jobs. O’s advances didn’t feel fake, though, like he was putting on an act, but because it was so different from how he usually acts this did feel wrong. You shook away your thoughts and waved goodbye to O as he prepared to leave the flat and you prepared to enter the bathroom.

The shower was warm and refreshing and the perfect environment for your thoughts to run wild, even though you tried to push them away. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but your feelings and crush on him was making that difficult. You had no idea what O had planned, but you assumed that whatever it was, it would be a short event. Because the two of you never hung out that much except in passing, and because O’s more introverted nature, you were now convinced that O would probably be planning a short meal with a fancy dessert. It would show that O cared about your mental health and your company, but it wouldn’t be too intrusive. But O had been known to shock you, so everything made you more curious about what O would actually decide to do.

You left the bathroom wearing the comfy clothes you picked out but with wet hair. You didn’t really care to dry your hair properly or do any sense of a skin or hair care routine. You assumed that you were going to have a short, friendly dinner and go back to sleep soon, even though you wanted something more intimate. 

Over the smell of soap and shampoo, you smelled your favourite candle, and this surprised you. So, you apprehensively walked into the living room, now candle lit, and observed a large supply of blankets and pillows piled up to form a pillow fort, covering up the sofa and the television. You looked into the fort and saw some of your favourite snacks were placed on the coffee table. Suddenly you heard a timer go off. This brought your attention to the kitchen. You saw O, wearing comfy clothes as well, preparing something. He eventually noticed you staring and smiled at you before speaking.

“What movie do you want to watch?” O finished preparing the meal and walked from the kitchen with two plates of your favourite food, one in each hand. O asked if you could open the fort again and placed the dishes on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen.

“Although, we could start watching a show. But whatever you want to watch I will enjoy.” O spoke up again, carrying two of your favourite beverages and two delicious looking desserts precariously. You opened the fort to allow O to enter and you followed him silently. The two of you sat on the ground in between the sofa and the coffee table. The food smelled amazing, but you didn’t understand why any of this was happening. This was far fancier than you had anticipated.

O drew you out of your thoughts by asking what you wanted to watch again, and you suggested your favourite movie, but emphasised that the two of you didn’t have to watch it because he would probably hate it. While in the middle of your explanation, O had already begun the movie. You tried to grab the remote and explain that he didn’t need to do all of this for you, but O interrupted you.

“Y/n, enjoy this. And let me be here with you. For you. Let yourself have a good day. And eat, you should definitely eat.” O took a bite of his food and smiled encouragingly at you before starting the movie again. You sighed and stared at the plate of food before grabbing it and holding it in your lap and taking a bite. 

After you finished your meal, you sat with your back on the bottom part of the sofa with your head resting on the seat and you stared at the screen blankly. You weren’t paying close attention to the movie, but you heard O laughing and giving encouraging hums to the events of the movie. You were confused by the situation that you found yourself in. You had imagined having home date nights with O. And you had imagined domestically watching television and snacking on junk food with O. It seemed as if this was a cute amalgamation of two of your most prevalent fantasies of O. You joked with yourself that O must have read your mind and created an intimate combination of the date ideas to make you the happiest. But that would be impossible and ridiculous. But that thought kept nagging at you, so you stopped the film.

“Why are you doing this?” You turned to O who was adorably in the middle of eating a sweet. 

“You weren’t feeling well, and I wanted to. You deserve a good day, Y/n.”

“I didn’t think that you cared about me. I honestly thought that you were going to ask me to move out once the lease was up.” O smiled to himself knowingly. You were confused by this reaction and were about to question him, but O spoke before you could.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n. I’ve cared about you for a while now, I’m just not good at expressing it. And I never would have agreed to flat share with you if I didn’t like you. I want you to feel safe and comfortable around me.” You felt your face heat up upon hearing this confession.

O playfully threw your favourite sweet at you to distract you and turned the film back on before scooting closer to you. You smiled after noticing how close the two of you were but tried not to get your hopes too high. Of course, you wanted to get to know O more romantically, however, you would very happily settle for a nice friendship. Which was a terrible lie, but you thought that it was fine to be in denial for right now, so you just enjoy the moment before you and not overthink it. 

You began to grow a bit tired and yawned. O shifted closer to you again and placed his arm around your shoulders. Your head instantly fell into the crook of his neck and watched the remainder of the movie in a sleepy haze. Despite how hard you tried; you fell asleep in this position. The repetitive motion of O’s hand rubbing circles on your arm and his steady breaths were the final blows to you and caused you to enter a deep, calming sleep.

The Master knew that you were close to falling asleep throughout most of the second half of the movie and was eagerly awaiting the moment when you would finally fall asleep on his shoulder. He looked down at you when he knew that you wouldn’t wake up and smiled as if he had accomplished something great. The Master had seen worlds destroyed, by his hands, and he had planned coups and revolutions and created new species, but nothing he had done gave him as much joy as knowing that he made you happy and he gave you peace.

The Master snapped his fingers and his TARDIS turned off the television with a soft pop. Then he softly picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room. The Tardis unlocked your door for the Timelord, along with turning on your bedroom light and pulling your covers back. The Master gently placed you on your bed and tucked you in under your blankets. He paused to caress your face gently, smiling when you nuzzled into his hand in your sleep. The Master stayed like this, just observing you in a calm and peaceful state, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/n. Sleep dreams. I hope you enjoyed today, love.” The Master turned off your bedroom light and closed your door quietly before returning to the living room and kitchen area to clean up from the date. After everything was clean and back in its place, The Master got ready for bed. Technically, he didn’t need to because of the difference between Human and Time Lord biology, but he had gotten used to your Human schedule.

The Master sighed to himself as he closed the door to his room. He hated that he let you get this down. Not that you were aware of what he had done, but The Master performed an extensive vetting process on all of the people who had come to him as O looking for a flat share. He intended to be much more comprehensive and intentional with choosing a companion, as opposed to The Doctor who was reckless and impulsive. You had passed every test with flying colours and were now his, not that you knew this. You didn't need to know this information right now, though. At least, that's what The Master thought. He planned to pursue a relationship with you as O long before he ever revealed himself to be the Rebel Timelord. But he planned for that to happen long in the future from now.

The Master leaned against his bedroom door for a second before hitting his head with his palm. He was ashamed of himself. The Master believed and knew that it was his responsibility to take care of you and he took too long to notice your declining symptoms. The Master felt dumb. He had forgotten how Humans work. How Humans need constant attention and blatant acts and expressions of interest to actually understand the flirtation. Humans weren’t well versed in the art of flirtatious telepathy and “O” couldn’t flirt like The Doctor and blow your mind with the universe and all of time. That would ruin the act. 

For his plan to succeed, he had to do better. He swore to himself that he would do better in the future. He would interact with you more, engage in the things you enjoy, as this would be the best way to make you care for him just as he had begun to care for you more intimately, as more than just a Human pet. And he would try to not let The Doctor and his revenge plan for her get too in the way of your budding relationship. And then, once the two of you were fully committed to one another and The Doctor was destroyed, The Master would show you everything he possibly could because that’s what you deserved. The Master also knew that you deserved to feel safe and protected in your own house and head, and the rebel Timelord made a vow to show you how truly immaculate you were in his eyes. He also made a vow to help you with whatever you needed and drop anything and everything to help you. He wanted to make every day, for you, a good day. There would be no more wishing for good days with him around, but he would make sure that you would never get that low again. The Master knew that you were his and he was yours. You needed him and he needed you. And The Master was excited to make you realise that.