Books Read In March 2024

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!”

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

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Anonymous said - Hello how are you? I would like to please request a dhawan!master x reader request where the Master has to go and do something dangerous but he doesn’t want you going with them, they need to make it so you stay in the TARDIS. (Maybe the Master has tried to hypnotise the reader and the reader has said something like “I know what you’ll do if I look into your eyes.”) Maybe he could trick the reader into being hypnotised or use another method to keep the reader safe. Have a great night/day. P.s If you’re not comfortable then I understand.

(The image above is my copy of the request because I accidentally posted it too early and deleted it.)

Hello! Thank you for requesting, anon! I am finally getting this fic posted! I have had it finished for a bit now, but I had multiple anxiety attacks through the editing process on top of everyday executive dysfunction. So, I am really sorry that this took so long to post, but I hope that you enjoy this fic.

I will post this fic on Friday and link it below once it is posted.

Safety Over Teamwork - Dhawan!Master x Reader - Saturday, 22 July 2023

Thank you :)

- Ghost

Break In Blurb

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - You catch Missy breaking into your flat.

Warnings - nothing, just funny fluff

Word Count - 706

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just had this funny idea that Missy really likes breaking into places and stalking

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You had no idea how long Missy had been trapped in The Vault. You say trapped loosely.  You were very aware that Missy would sneak out of The Vault whenever The Doctor or Nardole weren’t monitoring her too closely. Of course, it was obvious that Missy also enjoyed a challenge, and she would sometimes escape just to see if someone would notice and catch her.

You hadn’t noticed the first few times Missy had escaped whilst you were a companion of The Doctor’s. You eventually caught on, however, when you began smelling a fancy perfume drifting throughout your apartment at random times. The next time you went on an adventure with The Doctor, you interrupted him and Nardole discussing an anomaly with The Vault. They, of course, halted their conversation as soon as they saw you. 

They believed that you were completely unaware of The Vault and that there was a person being kept in there, which you didn't really understand. The Vault was blatant to anyone who travelled down to the basement, which you had done many times, and whoever or whatever was in there was the opposite of quiet. You had no idea, however, that the person was Missy or that she had been watching you.

Missy’s secret was discovered by you one day, however. You were crowded into your bedroom finishing up some online work. Missy apparently thought that you were out as she crawled ups through your window. You heard movement and grabbed an umbrella from the hallway by your door. You screamed upon seeing the Victorian-looking woman climbing in halfway through your window.

“Hello, dearie! It’s an absolute pleasure to finally meet you!”

Bonus Under The Cut

Missy, somehow gracefully, fully climbed through your window and then patted down her Victorian-looking outfit. You couldn’t help but wonder why she was locked in The Vault. Other than looking a bit like a ghost haunting an old home, she didn’t appear to be that menacing.

“Are you the person in The Vault?”

“Were you going to hit me with an umbrella?” Missy ignored your question and cocked her head to the side to look at your makeshift weapon. Honestly, she was a bit impressed that you were prepared to attack her. 

“Maybe, possibly. Never mind what I am using as a weapon, answer my question before I hit you!” Missy held up her hands defensively. She liked you more than she thought she would.

“Yes, I am the person in The Vault.

“Well, how do you keep getting out?”

“Not going to snitch on me are you, dearie?” Missy winked at you, causing you to become a bit flustered.

“No, just curious how you keep breaking out of there and breaking into my flat.”

“You know about that?” Missy’s impressed feelings for you continued to grow.

“Your perfume tends to linger.” Missy sniffed the air. 

“It appears that it does. I’ll keep that in mind when I sneak out of the Vault again.”

“So, what do you want?”

“You, dearie.” You raised your umbrella protectively again.

“Not like that. I wish to get to know you. I think that we will get along.”

“You’ve got to admit that you phrased that weirdly.”

“Fair enough.” There was a bit of an awkward silence as Missy trailed off and began looking around your place. So, you decided to introduce yourself to this stranger.

“Well, I’m Y/n. Please don’t hurt me, or kill me, or hurt my friends.”

“I am The Master, but you may call me Missy if you like. I will never hurt you and as long as your friends don’t aggravate me, nothing will happen to them.”

“Including The Doctor?”

“We will wait and see for that one.” The two of you fell back into that awkward silence. Missy seemed intent on finding things out about you by going through your things. You would rather just get to know her like a normal person, despite how much The Doctor would protest everything you were doing.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah, alright.” Missy shrugged her shoulders, jumped down from where she was investigating the top shelf of your bookshelf, and then practically skipped past you to make her way to your sofa.

Tell Me That I Belong To You

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is having a bad day. So, with the convincing of The TARDIS, The Reader seeks comfort in The Master.

Based On This Request - *This was originally based on a request but the more I continued to write and edit it, the more the fic drifted away from the prompt. So, I am just going to let this be its own fic and write another fic more closely aligned to the prompt.

Warnings - Reader not feeling well, insecurity on the part of the reader, canon typical telepathy. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count - 1864

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I have a smut version of this fic if anyone would like to read it, but I don’t want to post it if people would just prefer the fluff version. I also don’t know how good this is, but I just wanted to get something out there after feeling awful mentally for a while. So, I hope that you enjoy this :)!

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You woke up with a headache. The type of headache that no matter how much water you drank, food you ate, or sun(TARDIS created sun) you layed in would cure your malady. Headaches, in general, but especially ones as bad as the one you were experiencing, always made your whole day awful. Oftentimes, the pain in your head would cause you to spiral internally until your mental health was utterly destroyed. That’s where you were now, arguing to yourself in your head about you and your “Humanness” and how you weren’t good enough for The Master. How could you possibly be good enough for The Master? Even if you weren’t Human, why would he want to be with someone like you?

The TARDIS beeped determinedly. You were becoming better at understanding The TARDIS given how much time you had spent within the ship but still you could only understand part of what she was telling you. The bits you could discern were: “The Master loves you”, “you are good enough”, “you have always been enough”, and “The Master would never think such horrible things about you. Ever!”

Eventually, you stopped The TARDIS’s rant about how great you were and that she wished that she could help improve your self-image. You thanked her for everything she said. Even though didn’t understand everything, you could feel her distress over your thoughts and her want to help you.

“The Master could help you where I fail.” The TARDIS finally said telepathically.

“He’s probably busy, though.” You mumbled, worried about upsetting him if you interrupted him while he was doing something.

“Go to him. He wouldn’t want to know that you allowed yourself to suffer when he was there ready and available to help you.” The TARDIS had to say this statement a couple of times in order for you to fully understand, and you sighed in response. She was right. The Master would be furious if he found out that you hid your distress from him, you knew that, he said as much many times before. It’s just that your brain would lie to you when you were upset.

“The Master will understand.” The sentient time and spaceship whispered into your brain. The TARDIS, given her time being The Master’s ship, knew better than anyone how the state of a person’s physical health could affect their mental health. She knew how greatly The Master suffered, therefore The Master would never judge you. The TARDIS just hoped that you knew what she knew.

“Can you lead me to The Master, please?” You asked after ruminating over everything the incredibly kind ship communicated to you. The TARDIS cheerfully directed you to the main library where The Master often lounged. 

Like many times before, The Master was sitting horizontally on the sofa reading. He seemed engrossed in the thick tome resting up against his bent thigh. The alien’s engrossed demeanour made you want to turn back and talk to The Master later, but The TARDIS reassured you with a comforting presence. Both you and the ship knew that the only person who could make you happy when you were feeling off was the rogue Time Lord.

You walked up as quietly as you could and poked the Master’s cheek with your finger. The Master looked up at you with a smile, completely unbothered. Even while agonisingly planning an upcoming plan to toy with The Doctor, you would always bring him joy just with your presence. You were never a bother to him,

“Hello, my little Human. How are you today?” The Master seemed so calm even though you expected him to be upset. You wrapped your arms around your torso anxiously and subconsciously began rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Can I sit on your lap please, Master?” You sounded tired, which worried The Master, though he chose not to react for your benefit. 

“Of course, love.” The Master placed the book he was researching and moved slightly to allow you to sit on his lap. 

As soon as you rested your body against his, The Master scooted his body down the sofa until the two of you were practically lying down. The Master then wrapped his arms firmly around your back, trapping you against his chest with the beating of his hearts rattling throughout your body. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, causing The Master to chuckle lovingly. You then nuzzled against his clothes-covered collarbones and the base of his neck and then breathed in his scent. His presence was comforting, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Your mind still hurt and your thoughts still moved far too quickly for you to properly calm down. You assumed that your thoughts were loud, loud enough for The Master to hear, but you didn’t put any effort into hiding your thoughts. You just wanted to dissolve into The Master’s chest and to let all of your anxieties disappear.

“I’m sorry that you aren’t feeling well, Y/n.” The Master said softly against your ear. One of his hands absentmindedly caressed up and down your back.

“Make me feel good, Master, please. You’re the only one who can.” Your headache seemed to peak right before you committed yourself to asking The Master for some help. The warmth of The Master’s body against yours and the severe pain spiking through your head was too contrasting and too overwhelming to put on a brave face any longer.

“What kind of Master would I be if I didn’t take care of my beloved Human.” The feel of The Master’s smirk against your skin sparked a warmth to spread through you. The Master always made you feel better and more secure, but on bad days you just needed a bit more reassurance.

“Please tell me that you mean that?” 

“Of course I mean it, my love. You are the only person I could ever care about.” The Master adjusted slightly in order to look you in the eye. You shied away, avoiding eye contact, and The Master didn’t push you to look at him. Though he did brush a hand down the side of your face a couple of times before kissing your forehead delicately.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, love.” The Master said this to inform you that he would move the two of you. He would carry you places in The TARDIS without telling you where you were going when you were feeling like your everyday self, but not when you were feeling off. The Master never wanted to add to your anxiety, so he would always tell you when he would carry you off somewhere.

The Master moved the two of you so he was sitting up with you on his lap. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you tightly against his chest before finally standing up with you securely in his arms. Then he carried you off to your shared bedroom. 

Once in the dark-themed and dimly lit bedroom, The Master gently placed you on the bed and wrapped you up in as many blankets as you wanted and needed. He stepped back from the bed momentarily to remove his clothes that were far inferior to yours when it came to the act of cuddling and resting. Eventually, he crawled under the covers to join you on the bed. He cuddled closer to you, holding you tighter than he did in the library, and then rubbed his hands up and down your back as you returned to your place cuddling into The Master’s side.

“What do you need, my love?”

“You.” You’re speech was muffled by The Master’s neck, but he still understood you.

“Yes, but what do you need me to do? I know that you are hiding something in that beautiful mind of yours.” You felt The Master softly tap a finger against your temple, a little jolt of calmness and relief coursing through you with each tap.

“You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Never.” The Master answered with sincerity heavy in his tone. You nervously mumbled your response under your breath and into his neck, making this comment more difficult for The Master to decipher.

“I couldn’t hear you, love.”

“Can you tell me I belong to you?” You asked a bit louder, but you were still quiet and nervousness permeated your question. The Master’s breath caught in his throat. He tried his best to hold in his excitement brought on by your request because this moment was about you. The idea of you belonging to him was exactly what The Master wanted, more than anything in the Universe, probably even the Multiverse. What added to his growing excitement and adoration of you was the fact that The Master didn’t even have to make you feel this way. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Somehow, the stars aligned and they delivered the perfect person to The Master. What else could he do but give you whatever you wanted in an act of gratification?

“You belong to me, love. You always will belong to your Master. You’ll be mine forever.” The Master cuddled you impossibly closer, intertwining your bodies in a knot, and whispered into your ear with all the devotion and fervour he felt for you heavy on his tongue.

“And you really mean that -” You tried to ask again, but The Master cut you off before you could finish your insecurity-filled question. 

“Of course I mean that. I would never lie to you, especially about this.” This time when The Master moved to look you in the eye you didn’t turn away. His warm chocolate eyes held all of the sentiments that were laced within his words and even more. If it were possible, you would stare into his eyes forever. 

“Thank you, Master.”

“There is no need to thank me. You just need some rest and then you will feel better.” You huffed into The Master’s neck, just wishing that he would accept your gratitude without dismissing it.

“Come on, rest your head on my chest and close your eyes. I will deal with that headache and those pesky thoughts that were troubling you.” You did as The Master asked, already planning how you would repay The Master for everything he did for you today. 

As soon as you placed your head on The Master’s chest, the sound of his heartbeats immediately calmed you down and the pressure on your mind began to subside. The Master massaged his hands along your back, starting slowly along your neck and then moving further down toward the base of your spine. He smoothed every ache and worked out every knot and kink, all the while placing delicate kisses across your head and face. You heard him whispering praises in your ear, some in your native language and some in his. Even though you couldn’t understand everything he spoke to you, you knew that what he said was entirely comprised of his love. Because of The Master’s actions, you soon fell asleep. You were completely consumed by the rogue Time Lord’s presence, just like you wanted to be when the day began.

I watched the new Doctor Who episodes a couple of days ago and I loved them!

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.

About Me

Introduction

Hello! I hope that whoever comes across this blog has a great time here. :) 

You can call me Ghost.

Funnily enough, I started calling myself that before I became a fan of the band Ghost.

My birthday is 9 September 1999

Making me 25 years old.

My song for being 25 is “All The Young Dudes” by David Bowie and Mott The Hoople

I use They/Them pronouns. 

I am going through a bit of a gender questioning phase right now, but nonbinary is the term I have been using to describe myself to others.

I am also questioning which labels are most accurate to explain my sexual and romantic attraction.

Bi, pan, or queer all kind of fit - But to put it in my own words, I am attracted to all people no matter their gender or gender expression.

Similarly, I don’t know where exactly I fall on the asexual and aromantic spectrums, but I know that I am apart of the aroace community

I have ADHD.

Thankfully, I am currently medicated. Starting ADHD meds has been a big help getting work done and feeling more accomplished. 

I am dyslexic.

If there are typos, I’m sorry!

I also have depression, anxiety, and PTSD.

I’ve only been diagnosed with PTSD recently and I am going to begin working with my therapist on PTSD centric therapy soon.

I am a self diagnosed Autistic person.

I know that many people dislike self-diagnosis, but it has been helpful to me. I have talked with my therapist a lot concerning getting an official diagnosis. There are unfortunately a lot of pros and cons in working to get the diagnosis, one major con being the money it would take to see a specialist. But there are many things that I have changed in my daily routine that have helped me feel more comfortable in myself and in my work/school/home life environments.

When I Am Like While Not On Tumblr

I am a vegetarian. So if I don’t understand meat or fish meals in my fics, that is why.

I have been reading a lot. I usually read a physical copy of a book while listening to an audiobook. This system is helpful given my ADHD and dyslexia.

I love listening to music! Please give me your recommendations! 

And I’ve been going to some concerts recently. I’ve never really been a big concert person before, but the ones that I have been to have been a lot of fun!

I like a lot of movies and TV shows, but I haven’t seen any that I have been obsessed with lately. So, if you have any recommendations I would love to hear them!

And I write, and not just fanfictions. I’ve mostly been concerned with school recently, but I’m building up a portfolio.

I also draw. I don’t know if I’m any good, but I like my little goth illustrations. :)

I am a full-time student. Thanks to my ADHD medication, I do feel like I am progressing further than I was in the past. But school does take up a lot of my time.

Current Obsessions

Only Murders in the Building

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Chappell Roan

My new vegan leather jacket that my mother got me for my birthday

AO3 Link

https://archiveofourown.org/users/hauntingcryptids

Edited 28 September 2024

Impromptu Sleepover

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

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

Based On This Request -

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

Word Count - 1380

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, Doc?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you feeling alright?”

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

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

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

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

“Did you sleep well?”

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

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

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

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

“Do you really mean that?”

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

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

“Do you mean that?”

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

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

How about both?! I made both. 

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

Fall For Me - Dhawan!Master x Reader Version

First Proper Date - Whittaker!Doctor x Reader Version