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[rook-s-love-letters]

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queerphobic, exclusionist, participates in queer infighting, proship/anti-anti (even if you don't fit in the dni criteria, i will block you if I have to)

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Klee/Qiqi/Sayu/Diona x anyone, Kaeya x Diluc, Any ships in MILGRAM, Any ships in Oshi no Ko, Any problematic ships, real people/actors, sources with little content, christmas-related things, dan heng il (hsr), topaz (hsr), romantic neuvifuri/focalette, sources with unreality elements

[yandere--stuck]

Is it possible to make a request headcanons for Yandere BTAS Oswald Cobblepot?(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

🐧 Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot is, above all things, a man with impeccable taste. It's only natural that he'd set his sights on you. A vision of pure enchantment. Divinity in human form. A marble sculpture made flesh, allowing unworthy, mortal eyes to bask in your grace. As a collector of fine art, Oswald knew he had to have you. In a room full of art, he'd only desire to steal you.

☂️ Using the wealth, power, and connections he's accrued over his criminal career, Oswald is easily able to gain information on you. He sends out some of his underlings to keep watch over you, keep track of your routine, and relay any and all findings on you back to him. Such knowledge is key to the courtship process, after all. What kind of suitor would he be if he knew nothing of his lovebird?

🐧 Oswald will likely incorporate a mixture of both his and your interests into future thefts in an attempt to catch your eye. If you have a favorite artist, news coverage will suddenly report that The Penguin has also developed an interest in plundering their work. You may or may not find your favorite prices suddenly displayed in your home. When he finally reveals himself to you, he aims to spoil you even more. The finest of garments, quality cooking, luxury furnishings… In fact, why stay anywhere else but his manor? You deserve nothing but the best, the perfect home, and… Well, Oswald has so many, big empty rooms…

☂️ Oswald also makes sure to inform his fellow Rogues that you are completely off-limits with regards to any crimes they may commit, even if only incidentally. He wants you safe and sound, and will not allow you to fall victim to criminal activity because of the life he's chosen.

🐧 Oswald is able to convince himself that any of your refutations on the nature of your relationship can be waved away as shyness or insecurity on your part. As such, he wants nothing more than to reassure you that you deserve all the love he has to offer. And, with him being rather affectionate, he typically uses touch to prove this to you. Being a gentleman, Oswald loves bestowing kisses upon your hand or cheek when in public. He'll also whisper sweet nothings into your ear in hopes of making you flustered. In a more private environment, he's especially fond of cuddling, and may even try to preen you if he gets caught up in the moment.

☂️ He's semi-lucid in terms of his awareness that you may not return his feelings. It's a constant creeping feeling at the back of his mind left behind by Ms. Vreeland and her cohorts. However, Oswald is able to quell these concerns with the excuse that you only act so hesitant to be with him due to concerns with the law. It makes sense, doesn't it? You wouldn't want to appear complicit in any of Oswald's criminal activities lest you also be punished by Gotham's joke of a justice system. In fact, Oswald wouldn't have it any other way. The only thing that matters to him is your safety and happiness. But, he doesn't dare ask if it truly is the case. He doesn't want to ruin this for himself, just in case. He doesn't want to shatter the illusion. He just wants to be happy and to make you happy and for you to love him as much as he does you. Just let him have this, please.

[strniohoeee]

You Lookin?

Pairing: Nate Doe X Female Reader

Synopsis: Nate and Y/N are best friends and roommates, but she can’t help but fall in love with him☂️

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT best friends to lovers kinda?? @starsturniolo requested this and I WAS EATIN THIS IDEA UPPP🤭

Song for the imagine: Attention- Doja Cat

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Look at me, look at me, I'm naked

Vulnerability earned me a lot of bacon

I put a thong all in my ass and taught you how to shake it

The best thing about being best friends with Nate is that he was my roommate sooo sleepovers every night, constant laughs, a shoulder to cry on, great conversations and a hot person to look at every second of every day

There’s no denying that Nate’s attractive, but he was my best friend. I was also friends with the triplets and being surrounded by three hot guys always made me blush.

At first I tried to push my feelings and thoughts away because I looked at Nate as a brother, and who has a crush on their brother? No sane person!

But one night he and I got a little tipsy off of some alcohol I brought home, and we started to fool around. Obviously I didn’t think it meant anything, but the next morning when he didn’t even acknowledge what happened kind of made me upset. I was friend zoned

From that point on I always flirted with him or made comments, even the triplets would make comments, and he still brushed it off and made it seem like nothing. It slowly started to make me sad….did he really not like me?

But then one night we hooked up again completely sober, and he did the same thing the next morning. He made it seem like it was just a casual thing to do. I was getting annoyed and hurt because I gave my body to him and he didn’t even like me back.

This didn’t stop me though because in those moments of us hooking up he painted a clear picture of how he truly felt. That small part I really missed, and call it self sabotage, but if fucking him was the only way I’d get that then so be it

I had gotten home from work and decided to shower and eat some leftover food Nate had brought home. I went to my room and decided to watch some tv before I realized how bored I was. I wanted Nate’s attention, no scratch that I needed it

I walked over to his room hearing him talking to people, so I figured he was playing Fortnite with Matt, Chris and Nick. I snuck in waving at him before plopping on his bed

“Hi Nate” I said waiting for him to answer

“What? Oh uh hey” he said getting distracted by the game

“We haven’t hung out in so long” I said back

Which was true I was super busy with work and so was Nate, so we haven’t hung out in a good two weeks.

“I know been busy” he said bluntly

“Same, I have the next three days off finally” I said

“Oh cool, me too” he said with no emotions

“Want to do something?” I asked him

Nate didn’t answer but continued to talk to the triplets on his head set cursing every now and then when he missed a shot.

“Nateeee” I called out in a sing song way

“Huh?” He asked not even paying attention

“Look at me” I said

He quickly glances over, but then went back to the game

“I said do you want to do something?” I asked again rolling my eyes

“CHRIS RIGHT THERE GO GO GET HIM” he yelled as he smashed the buttons harder

“You lookin?” I asked him as I waited for him to turn around, but he didn’t.

“Matt you let me get shot fuckkk” he cursed and laughed

“NATHAN” I said sternly

“What?” He said annoyed

“Are you listening to me?” I asked him

“Chris you dumbass you almost had him” he said groaning

“You can’t even put the game down for two seconds to answer me” I said getting annoyed

“Oh my god you’re being such a nagger what do you want” he said getting annoyed

“Forget it you asshole” I said

“Guys I’m going to hop off so I can watch a movie with Y/N she won’t stop nagging me” he said

He turned the game off and took his headset off

“You have my attention” he said huffing and rolling the chair around to look at me

“I don’t want it anymore you’re being a dick” I said scoffing

“You know you need my attention” he said laughing

“Fuck you no I don’t” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Yeah you do, you feed off of it, so once again I’m giving you my attention what do you want” he said

“I just wanted to hang out” I said

“Well we were. You were in here while I played like we always do. You made me hop off the game for that?” He said laughing

“Whatever” I said rolling my eyes at him and getting ready to walk out

Before I could walk out he grabbed my arm causing me to look down at him

“What do you want” I said getting annoyed

“You’re going to sit down, and we’re going to hang out like you begged for” he said with a straight face

“No I’m not” I said back

“I’m giving you my attention now come on I know what you really want” he said smiling slyly

“Fuck off” I said pulling my arm away

Nate got up and grabbed me

“Stop” he said

“Nate get off” I said getting annoyed

He grabbed me harder and looked at me before shoving his lips to mine harshly, our noses pressing together.

“Is that what you wanted” he asked me

“No” I said avoiding eye contact

He pulled me in harder, clashing our lips together in a sloppy make out. Nothing but our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for dominance

I pulled away and looked at him

“I’m not doing this….im not giving myself to you so you can act like it’s nothing tomorrow” I said huffing out

“Stop ruining the moment lets worry about that later” he said biting his lip

What an ass….

He kissed me sloppily again and made his way down to my neck turning my face with his hand as he left wet kisses down my neck

“Fuck” I whispered out

“I know this is what my pretty girl wants” he said looking up at me with a smirk

I licked my lips as he sunk back down leaving hickies along my neck causing me to moan out again. He pulled away, removing his shirt and pajama bottoms.

I pulled my shirt off exposing my chest to him and slid my shorts down staying in my underwear.

I ran my hands along his toned torso going over to his arms and pulling him in, our lips smashing together in another heated make out session.

Our chests pressed together causing my knees to buckle slightly. My fingers running through his hair pulling at the roots slightly as his hands ran up and down my body gripping my ass occasionally

Nate walked us back towards his bed, our kiss being separated by me falling onto the bed. Nate coming over and hovering over me as he connected our lips again and running his hand down to grope my breast

“Nate I need you badly” I whisper out breaking away from the kiss

“Okay” he nods looking at me

He kissed down my neck and peppered light hickies on my chest before going over to my breast. Firmly squeezing them before coming down and taking my left nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around my nipple as he massaged the other breast

My pussy clenching around nothing and my thighs shutting at the feeling

“Feeling good?” He asked me

“Very” I moaned out

He licked from my left nipple all the way to the valley of my breast, and then to my right nipple

“Fuck Nate” I moaned out sighed at the feeling

“I get to fuck you and give you all my attention I know it’s what you want” he said pulling away

“Yes Nate…it’s what I want” I said clenching my thighs again begging for some friction

“I know baby” he said coming back down to kiss me again

He grabbed the sides of my underwear slowly sliding them down, my arousal connecting me to them in a string….how embarrassing

“So wet for me” he said looking at me

“Shut up” I croaked out

He slid my panties all the way down before kissing from my calf down to my thighs

He kissed my thighs getting closer and closer to where I actually needed him

“Nate please” I whispered

“I know” he said in a hushed tone

Slowly he attached his mouth to my pussy licking my clit and then swirling his tongue around the sensitive nerves

“OH MY GOD” I moaned out loudly grabbing his hair

Nate moaned into me at the feeling, and my thighs shut around his head

He kept lapping at me like he was a starved man, dipping his tongue from my entrance to my clit and sucking harshly

“Nate Nate oh my god” I moaned out digging my heels into his back

He removed his mouth from me and I whimpered.

“Can I fuck this pretty pussy of yours?” He asked looking down at me

“Fuck… please” I said arching my back slightly

Nate removed his underwear and slowly started to stroke his dick placing it at my entrance.

“Ready?” He asked

“Yes” I moaned out

Slowly Nate slid into me causing us both to sigh at the feeling. Soon enough he bottomed out and decided to rock his hips back and forth into me

“Fuckkkkk” he moaned out biting his bottom lip

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrusted into me. He leaned down and connected our lips in a heated make out session. Our tongues fighting for dominance as our teeth clashed together

He occasionally went down to my neck leaving wet sloppy kisses

“Shit Nate this feels so good” I moaned out leaning my head back exposing my neck more

Nate started leaving sloppy wet kisses down my neck again and my nails scratched at his back

His thrusts being hard and sloppy, making me clench around him.

“Baby I’m going to cum” I moan out pulling the hair at the nape of his head harshly

He winced at this and let his mouth drop slightly

“Come on baby cum for me” he said thrusting into me harder and deeper

My back arching at the delicious feeling. Nate’s thrusting getting more sloppy as he was chasing his high

“Oh my god” I moaned out

Nate snaked his hand in between us as he began to rub my clit getting me closer to my orgasm

“Shit shit shit” I moaned out my legs spreading wider

Nate rubbed faster and thrusted into me harder

“IM CUMMINGGGG” I moaned out clenching down onto Nate as my lower stomach began to contract

My thighs shaking as I moaned out his name and my brows furrowing chasing this intense orgasm. I saw nothing but white flashes of light as I came

I let my body fall limp as I tried to catch my breath, Nate pulling out of me to stroke his own dick

His breathing became deeper as he moaned out my name. His lower abdomen contracting as he came all over my lower stomach. His brows scrunching together as his mouth fell open and my name fell from his lips like a song

He slowly came down from his high and started to catch his breath.

He breathlessly got up and got a wet paper towel to wipe me down

We both got redressed and laid in his bed retracing the events that just happened

“I like you a lot, and with you being my best friend I was just so scared to fall in love because I don’t ever want to lose you” he said looking over at me

“You won’t lose me Nate” I said looking over at him

He looked at me before smiling

“Okay” he said leaning over and kissing me

We decided to snuggle up together as we watched Pretty In Pink together. Eventually falling asleep in each others arms

The End

Hope you guys enjoyed this one teehee. Nate’s so smoochie. I could give him a little kiss LMAOO. Love yall and I’m about to open my requests again🤭🖤

-J💅🏽

[yeosanitycheck]

hi:))

I was wondering if you could make something with ot8 ateez having a caribbean so/. I just think that it would be interesting to see.

If you so make this thank you alot

-🌥

hi!! i really enjoyed writing this. ty for requesting, i hope u like it <3

bf!ateez with a Caribbean significant other

pairing: bf!ateez x caribbean reader

warnings!: none, fluff

a/n: im in the process of finishing up current requests!! then i have another text fic coming up :)

hongjoong🌶️

The relationship with Hongjoong feels like a continuous exchange of artistic ideas. He’s intrigued when you introduce him to Caribbean beats—especially reggae and soca. He can’t help but play around with the rhythms, blending them with his own music. One evening, as you both sit by the beach, he plays a melody he’s been working on—a fusion of traditional Korean sounds mixed with a hint of reggae.

Hongjoong: nervously, holding his breath “I... I hope I did it justice. Do you like it?”

As the first few notes play, you smile and start dancing, feeling the beat blend both cultures perfectly.

You: grinning “Hongjoong, it’s amazing! You really listened—you got it so right!”

Hongjoong: relieved, lighting up “Really? That means everything. So, should we add lyrics together? Korean and... maybe a bit of Patois?”

This collaboration becomes something you both do regularly, and soon, he surprises you with a track dedicated to the beauty of Caribbean culture and his love for it.

—

seonghwa🧚

Seonghwa is the type to become a true student of your culture, eagerly asking you to teach him your language and food traditions. His first big step? Definitely mastering a family recipe. He watches you intently as you walk him through the steps of making jerk chicken or curry goat, jotting down notes and even taking videos to get it right.

Later, he surprises you with a full Caribbean-inspired dinner, complete with homemade roti.

Seonghwa: nervously, serving you “I... I did my best. I hope it tastes just right.”

You take a bite and nod with approval, savoring the flavors.

You: smiling “Seonghwa, it’s perfect. You really got it down!”

His face breaks into a wide smile, and it warms your heart that he cherishes these parts of your life.

—

yunho☂️

Yunho loves the excitement of Caribbean festivals, especially Carnival. When he finds out you’re planning to attend this year, he’s beyond thrilled and insists on joining. He goes all out, even asking for costume tips and trying to get the dance moves just right.

On Carnival day, he’s like a kid in a candy store, soaking up the colors, music, and energy. You notice how he draws people in with his infectious laughter, becoming the life of the parade.

Yunho:  “This is incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

Later, you sneak away for a moment on the sidelines, catching your breath as he pulls you close, his eyes sparkling with pure joy.

Yunho:  “Thank you for sharing this with me. Can we do it again next year?”

—

yeosang🪽

Yeosang’s quiet curiosity leads him to ask about Caribbean folklore. Under the moonlight, you start by telling him the tale of Anansi the Spider. His eyes widen, utterly enchanted by the characters and stories.

Yeosang: smiling “And he really tricked the tiger? I love how clever he is.”

When he finds out some of these stories were told to you by your grandparents, he’s even more drawn in. On lazy weekend evenings, it becomes a routine for you both to share stories, and he insists on a new one each time, sometimes even adding his own twist.

Yeosang: grinning mischievously “What if Anansi had a little help this time?”

You laugh at his imaginative additions, feeling the magic of the tales all over again.

—

San🗻

San is immediately drawn to your family’s warmth and community spirit. During your family’s big cookout, he jumps right in, chatting with everyone, from your younger cousins to your grandparents.  He’s fascinated by the different flavors and insists on helping out in the kitchen, peppering your relatives with questions about recipes and traditions.

San: enthusiastically, to your grandma “Can you teach me how to make this? I want to learn everything.”

Your grandmother takes a special liking to him, calling him her “honorary grandson.” Later, as everyone gathers for music and dancing, San joins in effortlessly, even trying out new moves.

San: whispering to you later “This is one of the happiest days of my life. I’ve never felt so at home.”

—

mingi🩰

Mingi’s excitement is contagious as you both head to the beach for some snorkeling. He’s insistent on diving right in, and his face lights up at the coral reefs and colorful fish beneath the water, even though he fumbles a bit with the snorkeling gear, he’s quick to laugh at himself.

Mingi: coming up from the water, laughing “Did you see that fish? It looked straight at me!”

Afterward, as you both relax on the shore, he chats non-stop about the experience, already planning the next adventure.

Mingi: smiling, eyes bright “What’s next? Paddleboarding? Steel drum dancing?”

His energy makes every outing feel like a new adventure.

—

wooyoung👹

When Wooyoung joins you for a family event, he’s instantly in his element, charming everyone. Your aunties can’t stop laughing at his jokes, and he has your cousins teaching him local dances. As the evening goes on, he’s fully immersed in the festivities, asking everyone about their favorite memories and foods, making each person feel seen and valued.

Wooyoung: dancing with you, laughing “Am I doing it right? Just don’t let me embarrass myself!”

The night ends with everyone declaring him an honorary family member, and he whispers to you as you both leave.

Wooyoung: gratefully “I’ve never felt this welcomed. I love your family already.”

—

jongho🧸

Unlike the bustling gatherings, Jongho’s favorite moments are the quiet ones spent exploring secluded beaches. One evening, he brings a picnic, and you watch the waves together, taking in the night air. He’s amazed by the serene beauty of the ocean at night, and it inspires him to open up to you in ways he usually doesn’t.

Jongho: softly, staring at the ocean “I’ve never felt this kind of peace before. It’s like the ocean is holding everything we’ve been through.”

You: nodding “This is where I feel closest to home.”

He squeezes your hand, grateful to share these peaceful moments with you, bonding over the beauty and simplicity of your island home.

[desperate-daydream]

Hey uhh could you do a five hargreeves x male reader, where the reader is the like,, top in the relationship? Like the big spoon and the one to hold him and shit?? maybe they meet a few days before the apocalypse in the first season and go on a date to griddys or somethin for coffee, and five realizes that he has to save him, but when running in to hazel and cha cha the reader protects him?? idk somethin like that, or just five x top reader headcanons. please? sorry he is my hyperfixation LMAO

☂️ Umbrella Academy

❀ Five Hargreeves x male reader ⚣︎

A/N: yes, of course. Thank you for the request! I'll do my best, hope you like it XD And sorry that it took so damn long.

tags/warnings: plays in season 1, I changed it a bit what happened etc., top/protective reader, bc five deserves to be cared for and protected too, seriously that poor guy needs a break, TW gun

Together, we will save the world

Five Hargreeves had a mission. Save the world (or at least his siblings) and kill everyone who wants to stop him from doing so.

Well, life had slightly different plans for him first.

He was, yet again, running around the city, trying to get away from the so very charming people the Handler had sent after him. And then he crushed into you.

Like, literally. You were standing in a side alley next to the shop you worked in and had just gotten ready to leave, when a boy your age stumbled around the corner. His glance was directed at something behind him and so he just didn't notice you at all.

Five was exhausted from his jumps and his very hard tries of saving this world somehow while his siblings acted like literal children. He was actually the one being a teenager again, but he didn't throw tantrums - ok, maybe a bit but only to finally get some sense into them so he didn't have to do it all alone.

So it was only logical that at some point he wouldn't be as aware as usuall. He crashed into you and almost fell down but you catched him in time thanks to your reflexes.

When you looked down you could only admire the boy you had just catched. Dark brown hair in a cute "polite good boy"-hair cut, sharp features and beautiful hazel eyes. However there were dark circles under those and he seemed pretty tired as he laid almost limpless in your arms.

Five looked up at you and - even though he didn't like to admit it - felt thankful that you catched him. You were good looking and seemed to have no problem with almost carrying him.

"Watch out where you're going, pretty boy." You smirked and Five couldn't believe it but he almost blushed as his eyes widened.

You slowly got him back on his feet steadily but your arms hadn't left his waist yet. Your picture of him became even cuter when you noticed the silly school uniform with those adorable shorts he was wearing.

After what felt way too long Five finally regained some brain cells and was able to hastily move out of your grip. He would've gotten away by now usually but something that he couldn't make out held him in place as he kept staring at you.

He was about to say something when his eyes went wide again as he made out the fast steps of his past-colllegues. His gaze hushed around and then he pushed you into a small niche of the building you were standing next to.

It was narrow and had hardly space for two teenage boys. That's why you stood impossibly close to each other but you couldn't complain. If the universe decided to shove you into a compromised space together with a cute boy then it'd be like that. You smirked again.

"Shouldn't you invi-", you couldn't continue your sentence because of the boy’s hand covering your mouth. You weren't completely dense so you understood the message to shut up.

It seemed like this boy in front of you really was in severe stress. He was acting like he was on the run from something - or someone - and when you heard the voices of two people complaining that they lost "him" again you made the conclusion they must mean the boy whose hand was still drapped above your mouth.

Luckily the people left quickly and the boy visibly relaxed. His hand left your mouth - leaving behind a tingle on your skin - and his shoulders slumped as his body leaned against the brickwall.

"You seem tired and like you really need a break, you know?"

A sharp glance was the only response. And then the boy moved getting out the niche. He was about to walk away but you couldn't have this meeting end so soon. You grabbed his arm and he swiveled around to look at you again.

"I think you need some coffee", you said, "And maybe sugar will be good too. Why don't we go get donuts?"

Five really didn't know how it happened - he had a mission to complete or else everyone would die - but he was so tired of everything and everyone. So he agreed and soon you were sitting in front of each other at a table at Griddy's.

You ordered and while you waited you had a hard time getting a conversation started. You didn't fail to notice how his eyes looked around all the time just waiting for something to happen.

"So.. who were those guys earlier?", you asked. You had quickly come to the conclusion that this guy wouldn't be catched with small talk. And you wanted to help. Everybody just paying close attention to him for more than a minute could see the stress.

The boy looked at you for a seemingly long time. You almost saw him doing a pro-con-list in his head. "Let's just say, I want to do something that they don't appreciate."

"I guess you're not planning on telling me what that is."

"I guess you wouldn't believe me", he remarked and took a sip from his black coffee.

You raised your eyebrows. "Try me."

His eyes looked at you over the edge of his mug before he put it down. His staring proceeded for another minute till he leaned back.

"Alright", another pause, "I'm trying to save the world from the apocalypse."

You were glad that you hadn't drank something that moment because you were sure you would've choked on your drink. Instead your eyebrows raised again and you huffed out a small laugh.

And just as you were about to make a funny comment you looked into his eyes. The words died when you saw the seriousness. He actually believed that. But was it real?

"Okayyy..", while you tried to figure out what to say two people came in. First you didn't really aknowledge it but then you noticed the boy in front of you tensing up.

And before you could say something else the two people suddenly turned in your direction. The man grapped the brunette's arm and the next moment your date (could you call it that? was it a date? you certainly had an interest in this boy. B-but that's not to discuss right now!) was on the other side of the room.

You couldn't believe your eyes at first and just stared. That changed pretty quickly when you saw one of them pointing a gun at your date (still in question) and the other approaching him again. You stood up while trying to stay silent and grabbed the knife next to your plate.

The boy saw you but gladly the other two didn't. It was clear that he didn't want you to get into this too but even you could see that he didn't have any more strength to defend himself. Just as the man went to grab the brunette again you stabbed the knife into the women's shoulder who held the gun.

She let it fall and a string of curse words came out of her mouth as she stummbled to the side. You quickly picked up the gun and pointed it at the man. "Let him go", you threatened while still having an eye on the woman who had fallen into the window next to the door.

"Let him go and go away", you repeated. You were glad that you could handle guns quite efficiently. The man slowly let go and stepped back with raised hands. Unfortunately you didn't pay attention the woman anymore for a split second who sprinted towards you and took the gun out of your hand.

That same moment your date (or whatever he was now) came running towards you too and shortly before the woman pulled the trigger he reached you. A weird feeling overcame you and the next thing you saw was the exterior wall of a building.

For several seconds you stood still starring in the air before you lost balance and stumbled backwards.

“What. The. Fuck.“

The boy sighed.

“Alright. Come on. You saw too much.“

He grabbed your hand to drag you behind him.

“Wait. Don‘t I get an explanation? What did just happen?!“ You‘d be lying if you said that you weren‘t panicking.

He turned to you with a frown.

Five was confused. First he had crushed into you, then you basically asked him out on a date and asked him what he had run from. Something about you made him answer and then the incident with Hazel and Cha-Cha happened.

He decided that he had to take you with him. You had whitnessed enough. And maybe, just maybe, he felt some kind of sympathy for you. He had to admit, you were fairly handsome.

“I‘ll- I‘ll explain on the way.“ He grabbed your hand again to pull you with him. “But we‘ll have to keep moving for now.“ You basically stumbled behind him but you couldn‘t surpress the sheepish grin growing on your face.

Damn, that boy was something different. But you were definitely here for it.

(And if you looked close enough you could see the tiniest smile and blush on his cute face too. After all, he didn‘t let go of your hand for the rest of the walk.

Later that day he became sure about it: Together, you would save the world.)

[gabessquishytum]

I feel like you may have written this already so feel to link it if you did. Warprize Hob is feeling insecure because after some time as basically a concubine, his body is starting to look like, well, a concubine’s instead of a warrior’s. He’s not used to his body changing due to something other than an injury. Will Dream no longer be interested in him if his body becomes soft and curvy instead of hard and muscular? (The answer is no, of course, Dream loves it.)

- ☂️

I haven't actually done anything like this yet so you can BET I'm taking the opportunity now!!

It's a pretty drastic lifestyle change, right? Soldier to concubine. Hob’s been marching and fighting for most of his life and his body is the proof. He's lean and muscular, and he always looks a little bit hungry. It's something that Dream admires when he's first presented with Hob as a warprize, but it's not something he's fixated on. In fact, his attraction to Hob develops and grows as they grow to know each other, and as Hob gets comfortable with his life in the palace.

Getting regular meals is a revelation for Hob and he's constantly telling Dream about how good the food is, how he feels so spoiled. Dream thinks its very sweet of him to be excited about something so simple. He starts paying attention to Hob’s meals and adding treats that he thinks his prize might enjoy. It becomes a rather intimate part of their relationship, and mealtimes become Hob’s favourite thing partly because he's guaranteed to see Dream! It makes his heart flutter!

Without a full regime of training, marching and fighting, Hob’s body is bound to change. Sure he's getting plenty of exercise walking in the gardens (and bouncing on the king’s cock) but the intensity is very different. His muscles slowly disappear under softer padding. His thighs thicken, and his ribs disappear completely. His gets cute rolls of belly when he sits or bends over. He just doesn't quite look like a soldier anymore.

He's horrendously shy when he has to request new clothes. He balks at the idea of sitting on Dream’s lap and he tries to hide his stomach at every opportunity. Dream - who has been watching with great satisfaction as Hob has softened and changed - decides to give him a stern talking to.

It's OK to be soft. It's OK to safe and cared for, and to have an abundance of good things. It's more than OK to have a different body at different points in one's life. Having a soft, safe and abundant body is desirable. It is, in Dream’s opinion, preferable.

Hob is blushing and tearful, perched in Dream’s lap once again, having his plump bottom squeezed and fondled. He feels euphoric. He feels like the most splendid concubine in the world. What a wonderful opportunity to have a whole new career, and to be able to discover a new aspect of his own body.

He doesn't hide his belly anymore. In fact, he doesn't hide anything at all. Dream is very, very proud of his favourite prize.

[sourholland]

this is my updated masterlist! i included everyone i still write for (even if it was past work). so please keep in mind some of this writing is like four years old and not a reflection of my writing now

here is my old masterlist, it is a collection of all of my previous writing even if i don’t write for the person anymore.

requests always open // navigation

updated: 5/15/2024

☂️ - angst, ☁️ - fluff, 🪩 - contains nsfw themes

one shots

☂️ last kiss: based off taylor swift’s song, the aftermath of ending a movie set situationship with tom

☁️i’m sure: you hide a relationship with tom from the public and he shows up to one of your fashion shows

☂️desperate: tom is drunkenly jealous and makes a confession

☂️don’t: years pass after your relationship with tom ends and you get engaged

series

☂️🪩☁️a royal convenience: (complete!) when an alliance is made between england and france, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the british throne. except both you and prince thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.

☂️🪩glamorous: (on hold!) in this princess diana retelling, you are working in a nursery school as an aid in london, as well as a part time nanny. with slight aristocratic ties, you choose to live a more normal and mundane life. when the prince of wales comes to know you and bring you into the spotlight, everything changes. truths coming too late, lies straining your relationship, and the impending future of the country falling on your shoulders. is this really the stuff of which fairytales are made?

old blurbs are all located on my old masterlist!

one shots

series

☂️🪩☁️style: (ongoing!) he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.

blurbs

grapejuice

one shots

☂️click: azriel has pined after mor for centuries, however you share a mating bond that neither of you address

series

☂️🪩☁️guilty as sin (ongoing!) the lost princess of the dawn court finds herself brazenly escaping her own personal living hell. seeking refuge, as well as peace to plot in the city of velaris—she meets azriel shadowsinger and through the throws of disdain and discomfort they are forced to work side by side, intertwined through their shared scars.

coming soon!

[beebeetheclown]

request.....perhaps a kendall x pregnant!reader?

Hello anon!❤️

Since I’ve been busy, this one shot is shorter than how I usually make them so my apologies but I really wanted to write and I loved this request👀

Thank you for this request🥰 I hope you like it and that it isn’t too short lol💗

Kendall Roy x Reader - Request

One Shot

^ I imagined season 1 Kendall while writing this.. but it’s so hard to find happy Kendall pics😭

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Kendall hadn’t given you his name yet but he had given you his baby; the two of you have only been together for a little over a year. Even though you knew you wanted a baby someday, you were never in a rush. Kendall had just gotten so obsessed with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer. Kendall almost kept you under some sort of spell, he made it easy for you to give in and love him easily. You would say yes to him more than you would say no to things he wanted. Even when the two of you would get in heated arguments, they would always end with sex and then you’d forgive him.

You have been pregnant for four months now, your belly wasn’t that big yet, but it was still noticeable without baggy clothing. Kendall actually got you pregnant while the two of you were in a fancy hotel room. He made love to you as the room service lady was knocking on the door, waiting for an answer.

Kendall already knew he loved you on the first date, he loved everything about you. He loved your smile, your eyes, your body, and your personality. He loved all the sweet little things about you, but he also loved how easy you were. He loved how you’d give in to his needs so easily.

It is the end of the week now, Friday, Kendall will be home in about an hour and he’ll be home for the rest of the weekend. Before he went to work, he had told you that he actually wanted to take you on a small vacation for the weekend. He didn’t tell you where he was wanting to go, he only told you that you would enjoy it, even if it was just for two days.

You get a call from him just as he is on his way home to you. You answer it then hear his voice on the other end,

“Hey, how are you? I was thinking of just getting chinese for dinner, is that something you’d be into?”

“Sure, that sounds just fine.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes then.”

“How come you are picking food up? We never do that.”

“I don’t know, I guess I just want the food to come fast. I don’t have time to wait around.”

“Did you not eat lunch?”

You can hear him laugh softly on the other end, “No baby, it’s not because I’m hungry, it’s because I’ve been needing to have you. I want to be able to have a quick dinner so I can fuck you, I don’t know how much longer I can hold off.”

“You’re so ridiculous Kendall.” You reply, a wide grin is on your face.

“Uh huh, right. I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

Fifteen minutes after the phone call is when Kendall arrives home, the large paper bag of take out food is in his hand. He sets down his things and you walk into the room. He looks up at you before walking over to you, “Hello you.” He says before gently placing a kiss on your lips, “I thought about you a lot today, you have no idea.” He says with a grin. He kisses you cheek gently before caressing your back with one of his hands,

“Don’t be so cheesy, it’s a turn off.” You say with a soft chuckle.

“Okay what then? You want me to just be completely honest?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day.”

“You are gross, don’t tell me you touched yourself at work.”

“And what if I did? Don’t act like that doesn’t turn you on.”

“It doesn’t Kendall.”

“No?” He brings his hand up and slowly begins to unzip your sweater. “Are you sure?” You only nod your head before answering quietly,

“Yes Kendall, I’m sure.”

He smiles a little, “You know, a lot of people were trying to give me a hard time today. Maybe they think they can beat me and win, but they lose, they lose because they don’t get to have you like this. They don’t get to touch you, they don’t get to fuck you, only I do. I’m the fucking winner here. Give me my fucking crown.” He chuckles a little to himself then pulls your sweater off you, “Dinner can wait.” He takes your hand then pulls you towards the bedroom, “I want dessert first.”

You laugh as you let him pull you along, “Turn off.”

He chuckles with you, “You love it, don’t lie.” He doesn’t even bother closing the door when you arrive in the bedroom, “Come here.” He says lowly before pulling you to kiss your lips for a moment.

Kendall soon begins to help you undress, he starts off slowly to tease you but he himself couldn’t be patient enough and begins to undress you faster. He has a grin on his face when he helps you sit down on the bed. Before you could lie down on your back, he puts one hand on your shoulder and lets the other hand travel down to your pussy.

As soon as he plays with you, your eyes close for a second before you look up at him and catch his gaze. You let soft moans escape your lips. A smile stays on his face.

“You’ve been so much more needy lately. How come having my baby inside you makes you so much more wet? Huh?”

“I don’t know Kendall.”

“I like it. I like having you this fucking needy.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Ask nicely.”

Being pregnant makes you more horny at times, but it also makes you have no patience for anything. You want what you want right away, whether it’s food, your bed, or for Kendall to be inside you,

“Kendall, I don’t have time for this. Just fuck me.”

A deep chuckle leaves him, “You’re so impatient. How badly do you want it?” He begins to let his fingers move more quickly, pressing them against you more to put more pressure on your sensitive clit.

“So badly.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head, “Yes Kendall. Please, please fuck me.”

He pulls his fingers away only so he can start underdressing himself, “Lie on your back.” When you do so, he continues to take his clothes off quickly. He wants it as bad as you, “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You feel his hands come to spread your legs apart, “Once your little tummy gets even bigger, everyone will know that they can’t have you,” he begins to caress your thighs, “because they’ll know you’re mine and that you belong to me.” He lines himself up with you, “They’ll know just how good you take my cock.” He thrusts forward after his last words. He’s gentle with you, but he still couldn’t help himself and let himself fully sink inside you, “You belong to me now.”

You moan softly as soon as you feel him inside you, you have been needing it all day, “Kendall- fuck.”

He moans along with you before a deep groan leaves him, “Shit baby. I can’t wait to fuck you when you’re not so fragile.” He grips the sides of your hips, “I’ll fuck you however I want and however I’m not able to right now. I’ll bend you over the kitchen counter,” you moan out at the thought of it, “and then I’ll take you into the shower and fuck you again. I’ll make love to you until you can’t take it anymore, until you’re begging for me to stop.”

“Kendall,”

“You take me so well- every fucking time. But you’re so fucking tight.”

You have only been pregnant for four months, but you can’t wait to have Kendall fuck you harder. As he continues with his quick but gentle pace, you think about all the times the two of you had sex with each other before he got you pregnant and how dirty it would be.

You think about the time when he made you bring him coffee while he was at work and how he texted you to wear a skirt with no panties when you delivered his coffee. He brought you into a small storage room as soon as you set the coffee on his desk. The storage room wasn’t very big, but he fucked you against the wall anyways.

Then you start to think of another time he had you. It was during a Roy family dinner. As dinner was being made and everyone was downstairs chatting, he snook you up into one of the bedrooms and fucked you as if there was no tomorrow. You remembered how he had his large hand covering your mouth nearly the whole time. The two of you then went down to dinner right after and acted as if nothing happened.

His deep voice pushes you out of your thoughts, “How long have you wanted this?” He asked before letting out a grunt, “I bet you’ve wanted this all day haven’t you?”

“Yes, yes Kendall.”

“Well I have too. Fuck, I got so fucking hard while I was at work. I was thinking about you, thinking about how sexy you look. So fucking hot.”

As his hips keep meeting yours, you feel close to the edge already. Kendall can tell by how your moans start to turn into tiny, helpless whimpers.

“Already close baby? Am I fucking you that good?”

You grip the sheets tightly with your one hand and let the other hold onto the top off the headboard, “Yes.” Your reply came out more like a moan.

Your reply makes him grin, “Just hold off a few more seconds, I’m not there yet, I need to cum with you.” You sigh out a whimper, unsure if you can wait any longer. His name pathetically falls from your lips again. Kendall looks down at himself entering you again and again before closing his eyes for a second while a soft but deep moan leaves him. He then watches your body, your breasts, how tightly your hands were gripping things, and then he looks down and the small bump on your stomach, “Let go for me. Fuck baby, cum for me.”

After his demands and his pleads, you finish immediately, not being able to hold back any longer. Your moans echoed through the room as they got louder and you called out his name.

Kendall follows right after you, making his last thrust rough before keeping his dick inside you as he came. You both let out pathetic little moans as you got over your highs. He gives you a few more little thrusts before he pulls out.

He comes to lie beside you and then looks over at you. He smiles over at you for a moment and put his hand flat on your stomach, “I can never get enough of you.”

You smiled back at him before speaking, “Kendall?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think our food is cold now?”

This makes him laugh a little, “Baby, I just gave you some of my best work and you’re worried about the food being cold?”

“Well do you think it’s cold?”

“Yeah, maybe. But I’d rather have sex and eat cold food over eating hot food with no sex, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess.” You reply teasingly.

“I could fuck you again and make the food even more cold.”

“Nope, I want my food.”

“Okay, fine. But can we at least have sex after dinner?”

“I don’t know, we’ll see.”

“No, it wasn’t a question.”

You laugh a little as you get up from the bed, “Uh, yeah it was.”

“Okay, well, I didn’t mean for it to be a question. We will have sex after dinner because I say so.”

“And what if I say no?”

He smiles, “You won’t.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re right, I probably won’t.”

[hantengucloneswife]

❤️ around 178-180cm 5'7-5'11~

🧡 straight ally

💛 nothing, i am very insecure about my body

💚 Japan!

🩵 yep! one calico cat named chachamaru after the lady tamayo's cat!

💙 yes! I have five younger siblings and six older siblings!

💜 friendly and a bit nervous

🩷 im still figuring that out-

🖤 writing, watching mostly anime, reading manga, talking, spending with people!

🎂 i forgot-

🌙 AAAA I DONT KNOWW

💉 i have my earlobes pierced!

🚗 yes but i prefer public transport

✈️ i haven't left my land of birth but i like to visit anywhere in my country!

🎤 yes! but very few times

🎵 i love listening to very loud and violent music!

🎧 tell me by the wonder girls!

📺 demon slayer (i love rewatching it)

📝 tiniest spoiler you're going to get

🔐 im good at martial arts and have broken a guy's hand-

🧟‍♀️ when i was in Tokyo two male tourists hit on me and i was very scared

🔥 my family has a khoi fish pond and when i was feeding them one leaped out of the pond and hit me with its tail and i had to put him back in the water-

🍓 i cant choose but i love japanese food

🍊 fried crickets, it feels a bit strange to eat them

🍋 i love to read and write fanfiction but i prefer watching historical or fiction

🍐 hantengu. LISTEN. if i cut him apart two times ill have the hantengu clones.

🫐 america! i want to know what its like!

🍇 i asked my friends and most of them said "kind" and "sweet" (one of my friends said "cute" and i was very confused)

🍒 trying to eat older brothers-

🍌 drawing, im not very good at it-

💌 because i love kny

✏️ when i was 12-13 because i had recently discovered demon slayer

🖇️ i dont have any at the moment but i would love to write people's requests!

📚 pure insanity and my day to day life

📌 i would say the hantengu clones would you still love me if i was a worm since thats the only thing i have posted as of right now-

🔍 literally every demon slayer character!!

🖊️ any characters that i do not know of or ones that are horrible (in the very bad way)

💔 nope!

❤️‍🔥 hantengu clones... (i am very guilty of being downbad i mean have you seen my following list)

🧚‍♀️ all of the demon slayer characters, but hantengu clones are just (〃ω〃)

🪐 DEMON SLAYER!!

🌝 demon slayer (yes it is my entire personality)

🌚 any of... "those"... shows...

NSFW QUESTIONS

🌹 "multiple"

🥀 watersports, slovakian traffic cone (no do not look it up, dont make the same mistakes i did.), abuse, sexual harassment or offending behaviour.

🌊 breeding

back to sfw

❄️ imagines and headcanons but i like to write full fics sometimes

☂️ listen here: go to my following page any that i am following are most likely my favourites

🍄 me accidentally asking my sister to proof read one of fics...

⭐️ telling my siblings about what i wanted to do with my life because i just really needed my family's support

🪻 finishing demon slayer, i felt like the world stopped spinning and everything was pointless since i had finished my favourite thing, i still haven't completely accepted that i need to stop clinging onto it

🌺 my older brothers' gifts to me, they have bought me my favourite flowers and things

🍀 demon slayer. i have no idea i just clung to it immediately and it makes me feel like i'm worthwhile

FINALLY DONE THIS TOOK A LONG TIME-

Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

📝 last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

[attxnt]

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i also want to say thank you SO SO MUCH for 1.6k followers !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 im so incredibly grateful !!

[charzard-lord]

You’re The Mystery I Need To Solve (Doctor/Reader) Part Eight END

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Drama, angst, fluff, language, brief mentions of blood and needles, minor moment of negative self talk but nothing too serious

Key: 🎭💣😋❤☂️

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Reader

Summary: You've had several dreams about a madman with a box and when you finally meet him in real life, you realize that something is very wrong. For some reason, the TARDIS doesn't react well around you. In fact, it seems to completely stop working and turns into a regular police box. The Doctor is terrified yet fascinated, and completely determined to solve this mystery.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight (you are here)

Taglist: @iloveangstposts​

A/N: AHHHH!!!! IT’S FINALLY DONE!!!!! And I’m posting a little early as a special treat. I’m so excited for you guys to read this chapter! I’ve really enjoyed writing this story. I might come back and edit these parts eventually, just to make the syntax and grammer better, but no promises. Thank you so much for reading this far and for all your support! I hope you enjoy reading this part as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sending you lots of love! (P.S. I will start working on the last requests I got now that this story is finished. I still won’t be taking any new requests for the time being, but I will work on the ones I was sent.)

You toss and turn. Vivid, nightmarish images greet your eyelids each time you close them. Terrifying creatures, big needles, excessive amounts of blood, and all other kinds of violent things are all that you see. Sleep will be nearly impossible at this rate. 

With a defeated sigh, you move to get up, only to realize that you are still in massive pain. A silent whimper escapes your throat as you realize how helpless you truly are. You want to call out for someone, but you’re afraid the Doctor will show up, and that would be way too awkward right now. 

Seeing no other viable option, you decide to take a chance and call out for Amy, hoping she is somewhere nearby. Lady luck must be smiling down upon you, because no more than 30 seconds later, she comes running into the room. 

“Is everything alright?” she looks a bit frantic, obviously concerned for your wellbeing, and you smile. It’s nice to be cared about. 

“Yes and no,” you reply, as Amy moves to take a seat next to your bed. 

“How so?” she asks.

You explain the troubling images that you see every time you try to rest your eyes, and the way your whole body still hurts like hell. You purposefully leave out your conversation with the Doctor, not wanting to think about that at the moment.

She listens intently and nods, thinking hard, before an idea seems to pop into her head. Her eyes light up and she stands quickly, saying she’ll be right back. She exits the room in a hurry and you’re left sitting there, completely dumbfounded. 

She returns a few minutes later with a small glass bottle, filled with a strange liquid. She pushes the bottle into your hands and you take it, examining it curiously. 

“What is it?”

“It’s this incredible medicine the Doctor bought for me at an alien market. It doesn’t heal you instantly, but it speeds up the recovery process a lot. I had forgotten about it until now. I once broke my wrist during one of our trips. I drank a bit of this and I was completely healed in a week! It was amazing!” she grins with excitement, clearly wanting you to give it a try as well. 

“How much do I need to drink?”

“Just a small sip will do,” 

You unscrew the lid and sniff the contents. It smells surprisingly fruity. 

You glance at Amy, who is still smiling encouragingly, before taking a small swig. It’s sweet, with just a hint of bitterness at the end. It’s not bad, for a supposed medicine. 

Almost instantly, you feel some of the tension melt away. You still have some pain, but it seems a bit duller than before. You also notice how much more relaxed you feel. 

“Wow, I feel…” 

“Really chill, right?”

“Yeah, super chill,”

“That’s one of the side effects. It makes you relaxed. Also, some people have good dreams as well. I thought it’d be worth a shot,” 

“Thank you,” 

“Of course! Anything for a friend,” 

A warm feeling builds in your chest. You’re not sure if it’s the medicine or just knowing that you have a friend as amazing as Amy, but it feels almost euphoric. 

You smile at her and she returns the gesture, before suddenly, you feel very sleepy. Amy seems to notice and gently takes the bottle from your hands, says goodnight, and leaves the room, just as you fall into a pleasant dream. 

***

You wake feeling happy and refreshed. You’re not nearly as sore as you were last night and your thoughts are in a much better place. In fact, you don’t feel any pain at all. You make a mental reminder to thank Amy again when you see her. 

You get up without any hindrance, a huge smile on your face. Throwing on a light sweater, you make your way down to the console room. There is a definite pep in your step, so much so, that you’re almost skipping. You feel incredible! 

“Good morning!” you exclaim, greeting both the Doctor and Amy, your smile still ever present. 

“You seem to be in a good mood,” Amy says, walking over to you. The Doctor gives you a passing side glance but remains silent. 

“Yeah, that medicine you gave me is wonderful! I feel completely fine! No more soreness or pain anywhere,” you bounce happily before the Doctor is suddenly in front of you. 

“May I?” he asks, reaching out for the bandage on your neck. You are slightly surprised at his abrupt appearance, but you nod your head in confirmation. He avoids your gaze, instead choosing to focus intently on studying your neck. 

He tenderly removes the bandage and examines the area, his eyes widening in shock. He moves back slightly before coming closer and running his fingers gently along where your wound was. You shiver involuntarily at his touch, causing the Doctor to briefly meet your eyes. He looks away just as quickly and steps back, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“You’re healed. Completely. No trace of the wound at all,” he makes his way back to the console and continues working on whatever it is he was working on when you entered the room. 

“What? But how is that possible? I mean, I know the medicine I gave them is powerful, but there’s no way they could’ve healed that fast,” Amy is astonished (as are you) but the Doctor seems mostly unfazed. 

“I don’t know. I’m guessing it has something to do with their extraordinary abilities,” he turns to look at you as he continues with,

“You keep finding new ways to surprise me,” his expression is almost melancholic, but he looks away before you can get a good read on him. 

The next few days pass rather uneventfully. The Doctor monitors your condition and you spend time with Amy, reading, talking, and drinking lots of tea. 

You’ve just finished having a ‘tea talk’ moment with Amy, when the Doctor calls out your name, beckoning you to the console room. As soon as you enter, he starts rambling like mad, still refusing to look you in the eye. 

“And so basically, I think I’ve created a way to keep you off the radar,” you really weren’t listening to anything he said, but his last line catches your attention. 

“Off the radar?” you repeat and the Doctor nods his head, grabbing something from the console and making his way over to you. 

“Yes. I still don’t fully understand your powers, but I think I’ve learned enough to create a dampener of sorts that will prevent other ‘interested parties’ from tracking you down,” he looks up at you for a brief moment while simultaneously reaching for your hand, as if silently asking for permission. You nod in approval and he delicately slips a silver band on your ring finger. 

“Oh,” is all you can say, heat rising to your cheeks at the implications of him putting a ring on your finger. 

“And I’m sure now,” he continues, meeting your gaze, “I’m in love with you,” his words make you draw in a sharp breath. You’re certain your face is as red as a tomato at this point. 

“Oh,” 

Is that really all your brain can muster up? He just confessed his love for you and all you can say is ‘Oh’? You want to smack yourself. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says, seeming to sense your shock. “I don’t expect you to return my feelings, I just wanted you to know,”

You simply nod your head, not trusting your own voice. The Doctor gives you a small smile before returning to the console to work on… whatever it is he does at the console. 

For a moment, you’re frozen in place, unsure what to do next. Bless the stars that Amy decides to make an appearance at this very moment. 

“So,” she says, as soon as she walks in, “where are we going next?” 

***

For the next three weeks, you train intensely to hone and manage your powers. The Doctor works with you to make a specialized training routine and it’s actually helping a lot. You have a lot more control than you did when you started. Now, you can do almost anything with ease. You’ve even traveled in time on your own and navigated your way back safely. 

You’ve also discovered a number of other things you can do, from teleportation to creating new matter from nothing. You can even manipulate objects with your mind. On top of all that, you have a ridiculous amount of stamina and you’ve become extremely agile, strong, and incredibly fast. You’ve discovered that you can lift up to 230kg and run up to 96 kph. Basically, you can do just about anything. If you can think of it, you can probably do it. 

It’s another full day of training, this time back on Earth, and things are going well. To be honest, you really don’t need to do any more, but you like the routine and the way it distracts your mind. 

“997, 998, 999, 1000!” you finish the last push up and collapse onto the ground, feeling accomplished, yet hardly tired. You’ve barely broken a sweat. 

“Wow, you broke your time record too. 1000 pushups in 30 minutes. Good job!” Amy congratulates you as she hands you a water bottle. 

“Where’s the Doctor?” you ask, before taking a long drink.

“He went to get snacks. He should be back any-” Amy is cut off by the sound of an explosion nearby. The ground shakes, causing both of you to momentarily lose your balance. You share a look with her for only a moment before you take off running, telling her to stay put. 

You round the corner just in time to see the Doctor being forcefully taken away by some strange looking creatures. He struggles in their hold, trying to assure them that it’s all just a big misunderstanding, but they pay him no mind. You hide behind a nearby wall, watching as they load him into the back of what looks like a military truck, with a dull green canopy stretched over the trailer. 

You close your eyes and imagine all four tires popping, all the air quickly being sucked out of them. Not even a second later, you hear the sound of rubber bursting and you open your eyes to see that your manifestation was successful. You smirk as you watch the aliens scramble to figure out what happened, using the opportunity to sneak over to the back of the truck. 

Just as you are about to look inside, the Doctor pops his head out. You both shriek in surprise before shushing each other. You stare at one another for a moment before suddenly bursting out in quiet laughter, giggling in glee as you make your escape. 

You are able to find your way back to the field undetected, and you all decide to call it a day. You head back to the TARDIS, ready to kick your feet up and relax. 

“Well, I’m gonna go catch some Z’s,” Amy says and yawns. You say goodnight and she retreats to her room, leaving you and the Doctor alone in the console room. 

The two of you sit in heavy silence for a long while. You haven’t really been alone with him at all since… well, since he put that ring on your finger. 

Your emotions have been all over the place since then and you’ve thrown yourself into training to avoid thinking about it. Honestly, you think you feel the same, and that terrifies you. You’ve never really been in love. Not like this, at least. This love is overwhelming and all consuming. It’s almost too much to bear. 

“You alright, love?” the Doctor’s voice breaks you out of your trance and you jump slightly at his close proximity. He is standing right in front of you. When did that happen? 

“Uh, yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you try to brush him off, but he doesn’t move away. 

“You sure? Because you seem on edge lately. I’m worried about you,” he reaches out to gently caress your face. Without even thinking, you lean into his touch, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

You meet his eyes and suddenly, something comes over you. You reach out, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down into a passionate kiss. He seems a bit surprised at first, but quickly melts into you. 

By the time you pull away, you’re both gasping for air. Neither of you says anything for a while, simply enjoying each other’s warmth. Finally, the Doctor breaks the silence. 

“Where did that come from?” he asks, still slightly out of breath. 

You struggle for a moment to find the right words, simply gazing at him in awe. 

“I- I think- no- I know that,” you start, stumbling over yourself. You pause and take a deep breath before blurting out:

“I love you,” 

The Doctor just stares at you like a deer in headlights before a smile slowly spreads on his face. 

“Do you mean it?” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Yes,” you whisper back, and this time it’s his turn to capture you in a kiss. 

The two of you kiss for what feels like an eternity, before he finally pulls away to look at you. 

“Say it again,” he says softly, and you instantly know what he means. Even still, you want to tease him a little. 

“It again,” you smile and stick your tongue out at him, causing a small laugh to bubble up in his chest. 

“No, you know what I mean,” he lightly pinches your sides and you giggle, deciding that you like this game. 

“You say it first,” you swear you see a blush rise to his face, but his smile never falters. 

“I love you,” he says it with ease and you feel your heart soar. You resolve to let him get what he wants, just this once. 

“I love you, too,” you say and his smile grows, shining as bright as the sun. 

You and the Doctor. Your Doctor. Forever and always.

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Under My Umbrella

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, random silly song references, Raleigh being a big dorky softie but also (shockingly!?) down to fuck immediately Word Count: ~1.6k Emoji Prompt: 😚☂️💦 (key words are in bold)

The breach is closed. The war is over and he saved the world and everybody knows.

And that’s the problem. Raleigh Becket doesn’t like the way the spotlight overcomes him. Light he never chose, so blinding as it glows. The way the masses flock like moths drawn to the halo set above him and blindly believe they love him. That’s not love—they know of what he did to save the day when push came to a cataclysmic shove, but truly they know nothing of him.

It’s a shame to live in fame. Beneath the shadow of his own overblown name. He doesn’t have the massive ego, to embrace the role of hero, to indulge when strangers scream after him everywhere he goes. He worries that his life won’t ever be the same.

That was what drove him to this small town tucked away and hid, a little off the grid—and he’s felt better ever since he came. He’ll never be completely unknown, but at least the crowds are tame, and leave him well enough alone. He’s so alone lately it’s almost lame.

He likes it that way though. Likes his routine of waking up and waiting at the bus stop, working at his humble job. The pay is low. Even more so when business is slow. And Raleigh savors the simplicity, the contrast to the constant flash of cameras when he was recently living in the city. Even the weather helps his cause by often shrouding this small town in rain and snow.

He’s the new golden boy in town you haven’t met. You’ve heard the rumors of a cutie who just moved here but you haven’t crossed paths yet. When you hurry to the bus stop this fine morning, find yourself caught in a downpour without warning… that’s when you finally set eyes on Raleigh Becket. Suddenly the rain is not the only thing getting you wet.

You would have made sure to bump into him much sooner had you known that this is what your ass was missing. Even when his mane is damp-darkened by the rain you can still tell he’s got a bright blonde head of hair. Big eyes as blue as the Pacific and deliciously pink lips just made for kissing. You could swear, you’ve seen his face somewhere… but even if you hadn’t you would still shamelessly stare.

You’d missed the forecast so arrived at the bus stop without an umbrella in hand. The golden god has one but you do not want him to think you’re staring at him as a hint that he should share it with you; that’d be a bitchy thing to do, to make such a passive-aggressive demand.

From Raleigh’s end—once he’s calmed himself down after reacting to the most beautiful girl who’s ever come around the bend—he clears his throat and clumsily invites you now to join him where he stands.

“Y-you can stand under my umbrella.”

He just says it with no introductory words. You find it cute as fuck that he’s so awkward. It’s a good thing too, given the awkward vibes uncontrollably coming off of you. “–ella, ella…”

You had just murmured it quietly… then bitterly regret that shit immediately. Cursing yourself silently for your idiocy. Maybe the poor guy doesn’t even know this reference to a song from the 2000s or whenever it was.

But apparently he does. The next thing that he bashfully goes on to say: “… ey, ey, ey.”

Suddenly all your insecurities about your stupid sense of humor fade away. All you can think about is standing under his umbrella and hopefully sitting on his cock later today.

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This bastard smells so fucking good it isn’t fair.

Can probably hear you breathing him so deep but you don’t even care. Standing beside this total stranger you have never felt such comfort anywhere. That subtle clean scent of simple unscented soap… mixed with the warmth of honeycomb and home and hope… cinnamon sugar muffins, sweet and soft and fresh out of the oven. Smells so wholesome you can’t cope.

You want to say something but don’t even know what. After a few seconds of silence steal another glimpse up at his gorgeous face and have to stop yourself from moaning like a slut.

… That’s when it hits you who he is. You were too caught up in his beauty that you hadn’t even realized who this hero truly is.

And Raleigh senses it the moment that you recognize—picks up on that familiar jolt of such starstruck surprise, that makes him feel like he’s an object for a sea of prying eyes. Less of a person, more a prize. It kind of hurts him, as he wishes he could meet a pretty girl and flirt a little bit, without his reputation far preceding him and getting in the middle of it. Wishes he could carry on like all the ‘normal’ guys.

Then he remembers he’s an awfully shitty flirt. That helps a little with the self-pitying hurt.

You gather up your fallen jaw to ask him the obligatory question as it’s naturally the only thing to do. “Are you…”

But then you pause—notice the shadow fall across his gaze of blue—you hate to think you were the cause. You can’t begin to process all his thoughts and what he’s been through, but you understand on some level that just because the whole wide world regards him with applause, that doesn’t mean you have to stand here and remind him that it’s true.

And so instead you just finish the sentence with something painfully dumb. The words just come, because all two of your brain cells are doing their usual stupid dance. “… are you into piña coladas by any chance?”

The sadness in his gaze fades a bit as he casts you a curious glance.

You backtrack to explain your silly words. You’ve referred to a super old song yet again, even older this time and he might not get it so you have to explain. You feel so fucking awkward. “I–I just thought that maybe since we’ve already gotten caught in the rain… we could work backwards…”

Before you can carry on with your explanation, Raleigh’s blushing face lights up in realization. His adorable pink cheeks flush red. “Oh my God I’m so sorry that went right over my head!”

He’s so fucking precious you can’t even stand it. Too cute to be true. You laugh off what you’d said and just shoot the shit, for a few minutes—or more than a few—till the two of you realize the bus isn’t coming and that you are stranded.

“Well, I guess I’ll just call in sick today.” He shrugs but shocks himself a little bit ‘cause that was not at all a Raleigh thing to say. He’d never lie about his reason for an absence from the job. Yet he might have to, if he hopes to carry on chatting with you, all day here under his umbrella at this lonely little bus stop.

“Me too,” you coo, smiling up at this wholesome heartthrob, then nervously shuffling your feet and looking out into the steady sheets of rainfall that surround you. Wondering whether or not he took the hint that you were asking him out on a date with that piña colada thing. You hope he didn’t; if he had gotten the hint, he isn’t answering.

As soon as the thought enters your mind, he picks up on your anxious energy and hits rewind. “Back to your piña colada question—I’ve, uh… actually never had one.”

Your heart perks up in happiness based on the promise in his tone. The promise that the two of you won’t have to spend this rainy day alone. The next words out of your mouth are a little flirtier than they should be maybe, but he’s such an innocent baby, that you just can’t help but have a little fun. “I’d bet there are a lot of things you’ve never done…”

Blue eyes go wide as if your insult was obscene. But Raleigh can’t stay mad at such a pretty girl. “What’s that supposed to mean?! I’ll have you know I saved the fucking world!”

And just like that he’s fucking told you—even though his tone is playful it’s still true—and though you obviously knew, he finds he’s no longer compelled to hide that part of him from view. The way he always used to do. As if he knows that you want all of him and not only the surface-level shit, as if you see into him more than just a little bit, whereas the rest of the world sees right fucking through.

He knows that you only just met, so maybe it’s too early to be feeling shit like this but he’ll take any glimpse of hope that he can get.

You take his hand and feel his pulse in sync with yours as your hearts race. Pure fucking joy. “C’mon golden boy, I know just the place.”

The place for his first frozen pineapple coconut drink. The place for his first indulgence in a new fucking kink: screwing someone he only just met in the bathroom of this little diner and whispering filth in your ear as he rails you so hard that the force of it might break the sink.

Through all the purity of Raleigh there is definitely something fucking dirty and you caught it from the first blink. Now you’ve gone and stirred it up in him turns out he’s even dirtier than you would ever think.

You standing under his umbrella was the start; you lifting him out of the shadows over his head sparks a new light in his heart. And you awakening new sides of him is honestly the sweetest fucking part.

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Okay, just finished "The Missy Chronicles" time for a review! Some spoilers ahead, so read at your own peril. This one will be long, so buckle up...

1/6 part: "dismemberment" by James Goss. Directly after Missy regenerates, and everything was just so perfectly done and in character I loved it to bits! I cackled, I completely understood where Missy was coming from, some graphic depictions of violence but not too graphic because it was about 40 pages long. Loved it!

I also loved how some things were left a bit ambiguous. What happened to Saffron and her kids after the story? And where did Missy get the blood for her blood rain from? Read this if you like dishing out vengeance to horrible people (: she truly gave them a taste of their own medicine. Also, good links to the TV series! Grab an ☂️, because I think it's about to start raining...

2/6 part: "Lords and Masters". This is a story where the Time Lords hijack Missy's TARDIS. I did not expect to like it as much as I did- Missy's clear yet successful manipulation of Yayani, who I loved and wanted more of, but also I liked that she was killed. It just fit. Very gripping story by Cavan Scott!

3/6 part: "Teddy Sparkles Must Die!" The first audio of the "Missy" big finish series was based on this! This one was by Paul Magrs, and I really loved the way Missy had to inadvertently save the world. Ominous ending... Wink!

4/6: "The Liar, the Glitch, and the War Zone" by Peter Anghelides. This was the first ever appearance of 13 (after 12's regeneration scene, that is), before even The Woman Who Fell To Earth!!! Such a great story, loved the Doctor swooping in and cleaning up the mess that Missy leaves behind (rescuing Antonia). Great name for the story, too, plus some interesting new aliens and concepts introduced.

5/6: "Girl Power!" By Jacqueline Rayner. Undoubtedly my favourite of all the stories! Set during the Vault arc, I loved the format most of all, done all through requests and over the internet! The character development, the women through history I was introduced to, plus the shipping company constantly messing up and 12/Nardole's dynamic??? The entire thing was just so perfect. 12/10 (:

6/6: "Alit in Underland" by Richard Dinnick. Felt the writing was slightly sparse, liked the visual imagery, and really liked the characterisation of Alit from her POV! Really liked the struggle with morality Vs feeling like the Doctor has sort of brainwashed Missy. The toxicity of the whole relationship really comes through here, and I loved that! Especially loved all the little glimpses into Missy's genius, and into their lives during this time. Wonderful.

Whole book: conclusion. Definitely worth the read! My top three were Girl Power, Dismemberment, and Lords and Masters. The whole Mary Poppins vibe, plus the moral struggle, just made it all so perfect. The characterisation of Missy was incredibly on point, and I actually learned a lot because I had to look some stuff up, and now I know more about famous women throughout history! Girl Power! Was just perfect especially, the ridiculousness of it all. The shipping company causing more chaos than Missy herself? Amazing.

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You’re The Mystery I Need To Solve (Doctor/Reader) Part Four

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Drama, angst, hurt, slight comfort, language

Key: 🎭💣😋❤☂️

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Reader, eventual Tenth Doctor/Reader

Summary: You've had several dreams about a madman with a box and when you finally meet him in real life, you realize that something is very wrong. For some reason, the TARDIS doesn't react well around you. In fact, it seems to completely stop working and turns into a regular police box. The Doctor is terrified yet fascinated, and completely determined to solve this mystery.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four (you are here) - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

A/N: Sorry I’m so late in posting this today. It’s been a rough day. Actually, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’ve been dealing with a lot in my personal life and I’m very overwhelmed right now, so please be patient with me. I see your requests and I will do my best to work on them soon, but this next week is going to be extremely busy for me. For now, here is part four of this fic. I hope you enjoy!

The Doctor runs around the room, looking for something, anything, to help. But he doesn’t know what’s wrong. How can he help if he doesn’t know what’s wrong? 

His eyes catch sight of a kitchen he could’ve sworn wasn’t there a minute ago, but he doesn’t have time to question it. He quickly makes his way to the sink, surprised to find a glass of cold water and a damp washcloth at the ready. He hesitates for only a moment before gathering the items and rushing back to your side. 

Meanwhile, a whole new world is appearing before your very eyes. You see a girl with short blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. She’s smiling. But something is wrong. A storm. There’s a storm coming and she doesn’t see it. 

You desperately try to call out to her, only to find that your vocal cords aren’t working as they should. Next, you attempt to run, but your feet start sinking in the ground. Tears run freely down your face. You have to warn her. 

“Bad wolf,” the words escape your cracked lips, though you’re not sure where they came from, before you once more succumb to the darkness. 

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Consciousness comes back slowly. First, you become aware of a ticking clock somewhere in the room. Then, you feel your body, covered by a heavy blanket. Too heavy. Too hot. Your eyes flutter open as you push the blanket off yourself, registering the sound of soft snoring to your right. 

You look to see the Doctor and Amy asleep on separate chairs. A small smile graces your lips at the sight of them. Did they stay up taking care of you? 

You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your weary eyes. You briefly wonder how long you were out as you survey the room. You notice a kitchen you’re sure wasn’t there before, and decide to explore. You are getting hungry. 

As soon as you enter, you immediately go to the fridge. When you open it, you’re surprised to find that it’s fully stocked with fresh food. In fact, a lot of it is stuff you bought during your grocery trip. Right. You kind of forgot about that. 

You shake it off and decide to just go with it. Besides, it’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to you lately. 

You start gathering the ingredients for your favorite breakfast and get to work. You hum quietly to yourself as you cook, enjoying the sense of normalcy. After these past few weeks, it feels nice to just cook, even if it’s in a weird magical box. In a kitchen that appeared out of nowhere. Fully stocked with your groceries. Well, it’s the ‘most’ normal you’ve felt, and that’s what counts. 

You’re so lost in your own little world that you don’t even notice when two sleepy figures come bumbling into the room. 

“Whatcha makin’?” Amy’s voice makes you jump slightly and you turn to give her a look before explaining your dish. 

“Sounds yummy. Do we get to try some?” The Doctor moves to stand on your other side and you look at him incredulously. He’s acting as if you’re old friends. As if nothing happened. You’re almost angry. Almost. 

“Sure,” you say, focusing back on your work. Something about that boyish smile makes your anger melt away. 

You shoo them away to set the table as you finish cooking. It smells amazing. You taste a bite and moan in satisfaction. It’s perfect, if you don’t say so yourself. 

You bring it to the table and you all sit, not questioning the fact that the table is the perfect size and there are just enough chairs. The Doctor and Amy give a quick nod of thanks before you all dig in. You eat mostly in silence, aside from someone occasionally complimenting the food or asking to pass the salt.

Once you’ve all finished, you sit in a satisfied silence for a long while. It’s a cozy atmosphere. You can almost pretend you’ve just had a normal meal with friends. 

“So,” the Doctor says finally, breaking the silence and your illusion of normalcy, “I think it’s high time we had a talk,” 

You nod your head. As much as you were enjoying the moment, it’s time to get some answers. 

“Before you passed out,” the Doctor continues, “you said- you said something. Do you remember?” 

“Not really,” you admit. The memories are hazy at best. The only thing that’s clear in your mind is the pain you felt. 

The Doctor opens his mouth as if to say something else, before he seems to decide against it. He shakes his head softly and contemplates for a moment longer. You stay silent, waiting for him to find the right words. Clearly he has something important he wants to say. 

“The readings I took of you, that first day we met. They came up blank,” he says, regarding you with apprehension. 

“Blank? What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he says, standing from the table and beginning to pace around the kitchen, “they came up blank. They couldn’t detect anything from you, not even a life signature. It’s like you don’t exist,” 

You try to produce a response, but the words just won’t come. How are you even supposed to respond to something like that? Your mind races, trying to come up with a rational explanation. 

“Maybe it was just a malfunction?” you suggest, though you’re not entirely confident with your conclusion. 

“No, a malfunction would’ve looked different. You literally didn’t register at all. It was as if I was scanning a wall,” he stops to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“Okay… so, what now?” you say, trying to break the tension. 

“I don’t know,” he says, still regarding you with that intense and unreadable expression. You look away. 

“That’s a first,” Amy pipes up and you glance in her direction as she continues, “the Doctor, not knowing what to do. Well, technically not a first. The first was when we met you,” she turns to point at you, “You’re leaving him speechless. That’s hard to do,” 

A tense moment of silence passes between you. No one is quite sure what to say. You feel like her comment was meant as a compliment, but it only makes your stomach knot in worry. If he doesn’t have answers, who will? 

“I’d like to conduct a few tests, if that’s alright with you,” the Doctor says, looking to you for confirmation. 

“Sure, if it helps,” you agree, just wanting a solid answer to this problem. At this point, you’re willing to try just about anything, as long as it helps you figure out what’s going on. 

The Doctor looks as if he wants to say something else, but he’s uncertain. It’s starting to bother you. 

“What is it?” you say and he presses his lips into a thin line before heaving a deep sigh. 

“You said ‘bad wolf’ before you passed out,” his face is sorrowful with a hint of bittersweet as he speaks and the memories come rushing back to you. 

“I remember!” you shout suddenly, launching into the story.

“There was this girl. Short blonde hair, pretty brown eyes. She was smiling, but there was a storm coming that she didn’t see. I tried to warn her, but I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. I was stuck. She was going to be swallowed by the storm and there was nothing I could do but watch,” you feel tears start to well up at the memory. You try to swallow them, but it’s no use. Within moments, they’re pouring from your eyes as you recount what happened. 

“I tried, I really tried, but the storm came anyway,” you sniffle and wipe away the tears, “sorry, I don’t know why I’m getting so emotional,” 

When you look up, you see that a single tear has fallen down the Doctor’s cheek. You furrow your brows and subconsciously reach out to him. He takes your hand in his before speaking. 

“Her name was Rose,” his voice is shaky, and full of grief as he tells you about her. About their adventures. About her bravery. And about how he lost her. 

You listen attentively, hanging on every word he says. This woman was very important to him. You can sense that he loved her very much, and part of him still does. It breaks your heart to hear their story. 

When he’s finished, you find yourself pulling him into a hug. He seems surprised at first, but quickly melts into you. You pull away and look into his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say, wishing you could take away the pain. 

“Thank you,” he says, releasing you and wiping his own tears from his eyes. 

“Now!” his mood has suddenly shifted as he claps his hands together, “we’ve got work to do,” 

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[charzard-lord]

You’re The Mystery I Need To Solve (Doctor/Reader) Part Five

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Drama, angst, slight fluff, language

Key: 🎭💣😋❤☂️

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Reader, eventual Tenth Doctor/Reader

Summary: You've had several dreams about a madman with a box and when you finally meet him in real life, you realize that something is very wrong. For some reason, the TARDIS doesn't react well around you. In fact, it seems to completely stop working and turns into a regular police box. The Doctor is terrified yet fascinated, and completely determined to solve this mystery.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five (you are here) - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

A/N: I’m almost done writing this series! I’m very excited about it and I can’t wait for you all to see how this story ends! Also, I have decided to close my requests for now because life has been kicking my ass and I just don’t have the capacity for it. I love getting requests, don’t get me wrong, I’m just at a point in my life where it’s too much right now. I will work on the two that were sent to me but after that I will not be taking any more requests for the time being. I would like to open them again in the future, but for now I can’t. I hope you enjoy this part of the story!

You all make your way back down the spiraling staircase and out of the TARDIS to find that almost no time has passed at all. Your cart of groceries is still there, all the frozen foods still frozen and the milk still cold. You agree to meet the Doctor at your house and get in your car, pulling out of the parking lot. 

Part of you is afraid he won’t show up, but by the time you get to your house, he’s already waiting in your backyard. You let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him, grateful that he’s finally willing to work with you. 

The next few days are spent running extensive tests, while the Doctor attempts to diagnose your condition. Unsurprisingly, he finds a few strange things. 

First, you seem to be in a state of flux. Sometimes he’ll be able to get a reading from you and other times, you don’t exist to his scanners.

Second, you have an insane amount of power surging through your veins. Enough to punch a hole in the universe. Enough to kill you. So how are you alive? And how did you get this power?

“Aha! I think I’ve got it! Well, sort of,” the Doctor exclaims, running into the kitchen where you and Amy are sitting, enjoying a nice cup of tea. The Doctor paces around the room, moving his hands animatedly as he speaks. 

“It seems you have a mix of a few different… abilities. Well, a lot of abilities. I didn’t even think something like this was possible! But look at you! Here you are, achieving the impossible!” he gestures to you wildly and you can’t help but smile at his antics. 

“So from what I’ve concluded so far, you possess a unique combination of Quintessence Force, Dynamokinesis, Spatiokinesis, Cosmokinesis, Exotic Matter Manipulation, and Space-Time Manipulation,” he looks at you, a proud and electrified grin on his face, as if he expects you to understand anything he just said. 

“And that means…?” you drawl, silently asking him to fill in the blanks. You think you see a flash of disappointment on his face, but it passes so quickly, you can’t be sure. 

“Well, you possess a unique form of electrical and life energy along with the ability to control and create matter that defies the laws of science! On top of that, you seem to be able to manipulate time, space, and any existing energy,” he’s talking so fast, but you think you have an idea of what he means. 

“So, basically, I have the power to shape reality?” you look to him for confirmation and his eyes light up.

“Exactly! Well, not exactly, but basically, yes,” he looks at you for a moment and seems to realize something, “Wow, you’re fast. And clever. So very, very clever,” he jumps up and kisses the top of your head with a huge smile before retreating back to your living room. 

You feel yourself puff up in pride. He called you clever. Coming from him, that’s a massive compliment. 

“Now, time for some experiments!” the Doctor comes running back into the room and grabs your hand, pulling you out into the backyard with him. 

Over the course of the next few hours, the Doctor conducts multiple trials to get a gauge on your powers. You find that visualization is a key part of the process. The more familiar you are with something, the easier it is to manifest. 

After a while, Amy suggests that if you knew what the TARDIS was supposed to look like, you might be able to manifest it. You and the Doctor both agree to try it out and he gives her a pair of glasses to wear that apparently have a camera attached so you can see whatever the wearer sees. 

“Just move slowly, okay?” the Doctor says as he fixes the glasses on Amy’s face. She rolls her eyes and nods before going outside. The Doctor pulls you toward the living room where he has connected the glasses to your computer, so you can see what Amy sees. 

“You ready yet?” Amy says, tapping her foot impatiently. 

“Almost,” the Doctor presses a few more buttons before shouting “aha!” and telling Amy to go ahead into the TARDIS. She does and you audibly gasp upon seeing what it’s supposed to look like. 

“It’s beautiful,” you say, completely transfixed by the colors and design. You fail to notice the way the Doctor looks at you, awe and longing evident in his gaze. 

“Right, um Amy, go up to the console,” the Doctor instructs. Amy follows his commands and gives you a good look at every angle of the console. It’s very whimsical, with a typewriter, a bell, an old phone, and many other fun little trinkets. It suits him, you think. 

Once you’ve gotten the full tour of the console room, you decide to try going in for yourself. Your stomach is doing flips as you make your way to the backyard. A million thoughts race through your mind. What if it doesn’t work? What if you make it worse? What if-

“You’ll be okay,” the Doctor says, grabbing your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. You smile at him, grateful for the distraction. He returns the gesture and releases you, letting you take the final steps toward the TARDIS. 

Slowly, you approach the doors. You briefly glance over your shoulder at Amy and the Doctor, who give you a thumbs up, before turning back around and taking a deep breath. It’s now or never. 

You do your best to visualize the interior, trying to remember everything you saw. You reach out to the TARDIS and you swear you feel her hum in approval. This gives you a burst of confidence, and finally, you open the doors. 

You hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes until you see the warm glow behind your lids. When you open them, you are overwhelmed with so many emotions that tears start to spill down your cheeks. Joy, melancholy, comfort, grief, and so many others you can’t name flow through you as you take the first step inside. 

The TARDIS seems to respond to your touch, humming in what seems like contentment. In a way, it’s almost like she’s… talking to you. Not with words, but with something much deeper, much more visceral. 

“I think she likes you,” you turn quickly at the sound of the Doctor’s voice. You hadn’t realized that he followed you. 

The Doctor is looking at you with a softness you never would’ve expected from him. Heat rises to your cheeks and you find yourself looking away. You walk up to the console and fiddle with things mindlessly, trying to avoid the Doctor’s gaze. What is this feeling? 

“You did it!” Amy exclaims, running into the TARDIS and pulling you into a hug. You laugh and return the gesture. She’s become a good friend over these last few days. The way you two can talk makes you feel like you’ve known each other for years. 

“So, what now?” she says after releasing you. She turns to the Doctor and grins before adding on, “I think our friend here deserves at least one trip, don’t you?” 

Before the Doctor has a chance to respond, you hear a loud banging noise come from inside your house. Without thinking, you run back into your living room, just in time to see the front door splintering from the pressure of something heavy being slammed into it. For a moment, you’re frozen in place, unable to do anything. 

The Doctor and Amy quickly rush in after you, coming to your side just as the door completely caves in. What you assume to be soldiers, come marching in, although they’re dressed rather oddly. And they seem a bit small. Child soldiers? How cruel, you think, before the Doctor is tugging at your hand. 

“Give us the anomaly,” you hear a distorted voice speak before you’re being dragged out of your house and into the TARDIS. 

“Who were they?” Amy asks, giving voice to your thoughts as the Doctor rushes around the console, presumably to get you all out of there. Those people didn’t seem very friendly. 

“No one good. We’ve got to get as far away as possible,” he says, confirming some of your suspicions. 

“They were after me,” you say, and the look on the Doctor’s face is the only answer you need. 

“I promise I’ll explain, but first, we need to leave,” the Doctor says before pulling one final lever that sends you flying into space. 

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