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melancholydreadfuldream · 4 years ago

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tell me some things last

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Summary: There are always someone who dare to use the Doctor's companion against him/her, most of the times the Doctor is able to rescue them but we know better, don't we? The Doctor can't save everyone.

(yn) (ln) traveled with Twelfth Doctor and Clara Oswald in the tardis after a chance meeting that involved another alien. Clara welcomed you with open arms, claiming the two of you will be a great friend.

You were not as close with the Doctor as Clara is. You understand they have a longer time together. You love travelling with him despite him being kind of intimidating. Clara is the only one who can seem to manage him. You were shy around the Doctor, often not knowing what to say when you two are alone. You can tell the both of you are relieved whenever Clara is on the room as she never fails to lighten up the room.

The topic regeneration come up when the Doctor and Clara accidentally mentioned his previous incarnation and his perchant for fish finger and custard. With the Doctor's permission, Clara told you bit about regeneration. She even showed you a picture of Eleventh Doctor. You could hardly believe they are the same person.

Clara is reminiscing about her past adventure with Eleventh Doctor. You thought that version of the Doctor sounded like a fun person but you accidentaly spoke that thought out loud.

The Doctor is offended and exclaimed he is fun too, proceed to show off how fun he is much to Clara and your amusement. Three of you have fun together. You dare say that you and the Doctor grew closer just a tiny bit than before.

And then things went downhill when Clara died on trap street. He is gone leaving you to deal with Clara's body.

The Doctor is gone. You don't know what happened to him. You couldn't begin to even ask someone for help. You waited for him but he never come back. You fell into depression as you couldn't handle the loss of Clara and the Doctor. You meet a kind nurse named grace who help you deal with your depression.

You missed Clara and the Doctor so much. You wish he would come back for you. Of course, he didn't. He didn't owe you anything, so, why would he come back for you?

Grace thought you were experiencing a broken heart, that a lover has left you behind. You couldn't exactly tell her it was an alien that broke your heart and not even a lover. You would feel silly. But also you are grieving the loss of a very good friend.

A year later, you accidentally stumbled upon incident that is alien in nature and that is when you met Bill and Nardole. You overheard them mentioned the doctor and demanded to see him.

You finally see him again. You were at loss of words. He was surprised to see you but he smiled kindly. You slapped him hard without thinking.

"Okay. I deserve that." He begrudgingly said as he rubbed his cheek.

"I'm glad you think so." You coldly replied.

The Doctor glanced at your state and his eyes softened considerably. "How have you..."

You throw your arms around him as you pulled him into a hug much to his surprise and protest. You discreetly smelled him, you missed him so badly, you were so grateful to be able to find him again.

The Doctor introduced you to Nardole and Bill and invited you back on board of the tardis.

You were hesitant, a year ago, you would agree in a heartbeat. But were you ready to jump back into the disarray life that is the Doctor?

Bill is very friendly and she start animatedly chatted with you, wanting to know more about your past with the Doctor once she figured out that you were his past companion.

From Bill, you found out that the Doctor is a teacher in the university where she worked at. You were surprised and very curious, wanting to know how he handle being a teacher for a bunch of students. Bill, laughingly, told you the Doctor's teaching method is weird.

At the end of the day, you decided you wanted to stay with him again if he will have you. And it helped that Bill latched herself on you almost immediately. But Nardole seemed not too keen of having you around but Bill said not to mind him.

The Doctor and Nardole are guarding a mysterious vault. Although curious, you know better than to pry or asking the Doctor directly. You believed you haven't yet earned his trust.

Eventually, you meet the sarcastic, mary poppin-style Time Lady who, according the doctor, is currently undergoing a rehabilitation.

You don't like Missy for her sharp tongue and she seemed to look down upon you, Bill and Nardole.

The Doctor wanted to have a test run with Missy having to answer a distress call and solved the crisis with the help of Bill and Nardole. You opted to stay behind with the Doctor and you were lucky you did so.

When Bill got shot by some random blue alien and then later converted into the cyberman, you were traumatized by the whole thing. When the strange mechanical men come in to take Bill away, you volunteered to go with them so you could better watch over her much to the Doctor's dismay. You weren't sure where you get the courage to step forward from but you did it, albeit it is a very stupid move on your part.

But those years with Bill, taking care of each other, gossiping about the Doctor's angry eyebrow from the supposedly live monitor, you couldn't regret it. Bill is your friend and you care about her. You dont want to lose her like you did Clara.

When the old man, Razor, betrayed yours and Bill's trust by letting the doctors on that ship to operate on the both of you, you were in despair. You watched as they ripped you and Bill away from each other and you were made to watch as they operates on Bill.

Her pleading voice and screams of pain forever seared in your mind. You never hated someone as much as you hated Razor and all the people in that stupid ship.

You were about to undergoes the converting surgery when the Doctor and Nardole burst in and rescued you. You were hysterical when they finally freed you from the straps.

You cried as you told them that Bill has been converted. The agonized look on the Doctor's face is too painful to watch. He hugged you, kissed your forehead as he soothed you. You were surprised by his sudden affectionate attitude but you were too distracted by what is being done to Bill and the fate you nearly shared.

In the face of Bill's misery of having been turned as cyberman, you felt guilty. When the Master revealed himself as Razor and mocked you and Bill about it, you very nearly lost your marble as you wanted to attack the miserable bastard but the Doctor pulled you back and away from him.

Everything spiralled out of control and next thing you know you woke up on the tardis floor with the Doctor yelling that he refused to regenerate.

You and the Doctor were able to says goodbye to Bill, Nardole and Clara through the testimony project.

The Doctor finally regenerated as you saw him glowing yellow and then exploded into a blonde woman. But before you could say anything, the tardis shook violently and ejected the Doctor out. You were lucky you weren't ejected as you were not sure you could survive the fall.

The next few days, you worried sick about where the Doctor is. You couldn't talk to anyone but the tardis and frankly you felt silly talking to the box.

You nearly got a heart attack though when tardis voice interface got activated at the word 'help' you uttered. It showed a hologram of Twelfth Doctor asking you what you need of help for.

You felt grief suddenly at the sight of him. You knew the Doctor survived but he had changed into a new person now, a woman at that. You wondered if she would even still want you around now.

When a woman you presumed to be the new Doctor dressed in a new clothing stepped in with three other people, you were so glad and a bit wary.

The Doctor seemed happy to see you as she pulled you into her arms before introducing you to her new friends.

That is when you found out about Grace, a kind nurse who used to help you with your depression. She met the Doctor and she died. You felt like you got slapped in the face as you are starting to worry that it will be a matter of time before it was your turn to die next if you continue to stay with the doctor. But your heart hurts at the thought of leaving the doctor behind. You were not ready to let her go. And so you cling to her for as long as you can.

You were initially worry that the Doctor would ask you to leave as despite the ship is bigger on the inside, it might be a tad crowded with 5 people on board. And frankly you weren't sure you are ready for adventure so soon. You don't want to leave her or the tardis but you declined on some adventures with the fam, preferring to stay on the safety inside of the tardis.

The Doctor is concerned but understanding and didn't pressure you.

The fam are nice enough and love to chat with you, asking about your past with the Doctor. It hurts to talk about the past which included losing two best friends so you remained mostly vagues.

Eventually, you started to go on adventures again but you were mostly wary believing trouble is a foot everytime you stepped out of the tardis and let face it, with the Doctor, the magnet for trouble, you should expect it.

Maybe it was just your feeling but you felt the Doctor is a tad bit protective of you. And yet, she also keep her distant from you which make you anxious that your time with her might be over soon.

At new years, when a dalek took control over Ryan's dad body, you refused to let him go as you fight to keep him safe along with Ryan. In your mind, at the times, you refused another loss.

When everything is safe and sound, the Doctor is looking at you with a look you can't decipher.

It hit you suddenly that you might have a strong feeling for the Doctor. You decided to take a short break away from the Doctor and tardis to sort out your feeling but you made her swear up and down that she will come back for you again when you are ready. She promised.

Of course, when you finally returned to the tardis, you found out from the fam that they had meet an enemy of the Doctor, the Master. You felt like you were being kicked in the gut. You hated that person for his part with Bill's miserable fate and nearly yours. It was a different incarnation but still he already in your blacklist.

You noticed the Doctor look gloomy, sad and just distant and you hated it. She seemed so far from you eventhough she is just a few steps away from you.

You wanted to ask her what is going on with her but you dont think she would ever open up to you. But you still have to try, right? So you approached her and as you predicted, she shut you down.

It kind of hurt that she still doesn't trust you but you tried not to take it personally. You tried to be good and less annoying for fear if you ask too much from her, she would turn you away for good.

And then you and the fam meet Jack. Your heart nearly jumped at his warning of cyberman. The fam has yet to encounter cybermen but you did. The word alone enough to send you back to that flashback of being strapped down on the operating table as the doctors are ready to convert you.

Jack and the fam look concerned at seeing your pale face and rapid shallow breathing.

Yaz and Graham are able to calm you down when you finally told them about Bill.

When you and the fam returned to the tardis, they delivered Jack's warning for the Doctor.

You noticed the Doctor is staring at you at the mention of cyberman but she didn't say anything to you.

The Doctor found you alone as you sort of barricated yourself inside a random room in hope to calm yourself down. She sat beside you without words. It was a somewhat comfortable silence despite at the beginning you felt like you have to say something to her but you found yourself speechless.

You were glad she didn't ask you if you want to go home for in your moment of weakness you might say yes and you have feeling you will lose her for good if you did that. She would want to keep you safe and she might actually do that by leaving you behind on earth.

It wasn't that long before Jack's warning of the lone cyberman coming true. It looked somewhat defective but still lethal and, of course, the shape of it alone is enough to make a mess of your mind.

You have a panic attack again and the Doctor calmed you down with her soothing words and a gentle kiss on your forehead which reminded you a lot of her previous incarnation.

Somehow you felt like you are having a moment with the Doctor and yet for some reason you cant quite grasp it. You just feel at lost.

The Doctor left to deal with the lone cyberman and at the end of it all she has to surrender cyberium back to him. But, she planned to travel into the distant future to deal with Ashad and his armies.

The fam eagerly wanted to help despite the danger. You felt like if you didnt follow through with the rest, you were not good enough to be her companion. So, you forced yourself to overcome your fear.

Of course, the moment you stepped out of the tardis, the dread filled every spore of your body and mind. You were paralyzed by it that you nearly collapsed.

The Doctor has that look again on her face as she stared at you with sorrow. She told you to stay behind on the tardis and this time you didn't fight her on it. You recognized you are a liability currently.

As you waited for the Doctor and the fam to return, you summoned the tardis voice interface again and tell it your fears. The hologram just stood there listening to your rants.

You beginning to regret not going with the Doctor as hours passed by and no news from them. Your heart is clenched by the worry of losing the Doctor and the fam.

"They will return soon. They have to be. This is the tardis. The Doctor always return here...eventually. They will be okay." You repeated that to yourself like a mantra.

And you could finally be relieved of your stress when the door of the tardis opened up to reveal the Doctor. But, she was alone.

Your face filled with pain as you thought of the worst. But, she quickly reassured you that Yaz, Ryan and Graham are okay. They were back on earth with another tardis. You were puzzled and asked her what has happened.

The Doctor smiled brightly at you. It has been a while since last she smile so freely. She was about to explain when an alarm sounded loudly inside the tardis. Next thing you know, a bunch of Judoon were inside the ship and they were talking about how the Doctor is a fugitive to justice.

Without thinking you stepped into the oncoming laser beam one of the Judoon shot the Doctor with. You and the Doctor materialized somewhere else, a prison in some galaxy. The Doctor is quick to catch you as you lost your balance as you are feeling disoriented.

She reprimanded you for your reckless thinking. "That laser beam could have been anything. You could have died or worst splintered in pieces." She sounded angry.

You didn't bother to defend yourself as you tried to compose yourself as you took on the new surrounding. "Where are we?"

The Doctor is displeased for the change of topic but answered your question. She yelled at the ceiling, wanting to talk to whoever in charge of the prison.

There is no answer.

"At least we are together." You replied.

She glared at you, making you flinch.

For the next few hours, the Doctor is busy observing the prison she was in and sometimes yelling at the ceiling but she was ignored.

When someone come in to give a tray of food for one person, the Doctor is quick to demand a meeting but that person ignored her too. She told you to eat the food for you both are going to here for a long while it seemed. You ate a little, leaving a generous amount for the Doctor.

The Doctor is busy talking to herself and generally giving you a silent treatment much to your dismay.

It was the next day someone come in and gave a prison suit for the Doctor to change into. The Doctor is quick to point at you, telling them they made a mistake in regard of you. The person seemed surprised to see you as the room supposedly a solitary prison made for one person and agreed to talk to their superior.

It was another day before the door suddenly opened and two Judoon come in to read the Doctor's sentence. The Doctor interrupted them, wanting to negotiate your release.

You were uneasy that she keep demanding your release and made no mention of defending herself.

The Judoon glanced at you and nodded at each other before one of them stepped forward to grab your arm.

The Doctor stepped in front of you demanding to know what action they will take in regard of you. She wanted to be sure that you would be return safe and sound back on earth or at least on her tardis.

The Judoon pushed the Doctor away from its path and made a grab at you.

You were scared, not wanting to be apart from the Doctor. She warned you not to fight them so you followed the Judoon out of the room while the Doctor continued talking with the other one.

That was the last you saw of the Doctor.

7777

You were pushed into a room and was left there for hours. It was a smaller room and looked like some interrogation room. You tried to talk to anyone you see there but they mostly ignored you. You paced back and forth as you bite your lips nervously.

You can't keep track how long you were there but suddenly the door opened and entered an eye-patch lady with a twisted smile on her face. She wasn't alone. There is a military man with her and someone dressed like a doctor.

"Hello, (yn) (ln)." The lady greeted you with a grin. "It has been a while."

You were confused as you never see the lady before in your entire life. "How did you..."

"...know your name? My dear, I made you." She answered with a creepy smile.

You frowned in confusion.

"You have done well in regard of the Doctor."

You have a bad feeling toward this lady and the way she mentioned the Doctor with contempt made you realized she must be an enemy of the Doctor. You took a step back away from her.

The lady nodded at the man dressed as a doctor and he walked toward you.

You stared at him warily.

"Ceres, would you like your treatment now?" he said gently at you.

The reaction is immediate. All tension left your body as you mechanically answered, "Yes, please."

The man gently pulled you to him.

"I want to see everything she collected so far from her times with the Doctor." Madam Kovarian instructed the man.

The man obeyed.

The colonel glanced at you and then at Madam Kovarian. "What about the Doctor? She would have try to find out about her whereabout."

The unforgiving, evil smirk on her face nearly tore her lips apart. "Fabricate something. Let's just say that little (yn) here is mistakenly executed after a case of misidentify. Leave a vague trail with the cover up for our dear Doctor to find. Let her suffer for the death of a friend." She said with disdain. "Get her someone to blame, a scapegoat. The oncoming storm would want revenge, let her get it."

The colonel nodded his head and made the preparation needed.

7777

You blinked your eyes as awareness finally returned.

A young man smiled down at you.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"For a little a while."

"Can I go now?"

"Go ahead."

You nodded as you slowly left the room.

"Oh, Ceres." The young man suddenly called out.

You turned around to face him in a very serene manner.

He smiled genuinely and said, "Welcome back."

You smiled before leaving him without any care in the world. You greeted a few other people on your way out with a kind smile.

As you left, Topher turned to the other occupants in the another room. Adelle and Madam Kovarian stepped into the room. Topher gave the intimidating lady what she wanted, a black box containing your memory and feeling, everything you see and heard as (yn) (ln).

Madam Kovarian look pleased with herself. She has yet to determine whether the information she gathered on the Doctor will be useful but one thing she knew, she could use (yn) as a weapon against the Doctor for she knew the Doctor's weakness has always been his/her companion.

"It is a pleasure doing business with you, Madam." Adelle replied with a smile but it was uneasy. She doesn't trust the woman but she seemed to have friends in high place for she was able to locate the dollhouse and even borrowed one of her active dolls for a long term of period. She tolerated her only because she donated a generous large amount of money for the corporation.

"I might have the need to use that girl once again in the future." Madam Kovarian said.

"Of course."

7777

After Jack broke her out of prison, the Doctor is filled with dread upon meeting the fam and realized you were gone. Before she could investigate on your disappearance, the fam has warned her of Daleks invasion on earth. Despite worrying about you, the Doctor had to focus on solving the current crisis.

At the end of the day, against Jack's protest, the Doctor actually planned to break in back into the prison, wanting to find out the prison record on you. As Kovarian predicted, she did find the trail of a cover up for prisoner 1423588. She froze after she uncovered the details and the fact there is nothing left of you to find.

Jack, Yaz, Ryan and Graham froze at the fury emanating from the Doctor. They couldn't even properly grief for their fallen friends as they scrambled around trying to calm the oncoming storm.

She was frightening. Her friends are all afraid of her, save for Jack who understood the kind of loss she is feeling.

Yaz has begged her not to leave her behind again. Ten month has been an agony to her. However, to Ryan, what happened to (yn) is the last push he needed to actually left behind the world of the Doctor and Tardis. Graham, not wanting to left Ryan alone, also left with him. But they are all worried for the Doctor.

For their sake, the Doctor lies that she will be okay, that she understood that (yn) wouldn't want her to do anything reckless. She was heartbroken by yet another loss of friends.

Jack also stayed with Yaz on board of the tardis. Unlike the others, Jack knew the Doctor lies, she always lies. After Yaz is asleep, he volunteered to help her in her quest for revenge so he could watch over her and maybe pull her back if she went too far.

7777

You were imprinted with the identity of someone called Adalind. You were supposed to attend a party in a hotel with your pretend fiance. But thing get out of control when alien crashed the party.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack were there to answer some distress signal from said alien.

"(yn)?" The Doctor called out in almost awe. She felt like she was being punched in the gut when she saw you.

"Sorry? I think you mistaken me with someone else." You replied in polite manner. You were different, you have different hair colors and eyes. You were dressed elegantly. You looked confident and comfortable with yourself.

"(yn)..." The Doctor clutched your arm insistently.

You forced a smile at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not (yn), my name is Adalind."

"You...really are not (yn)?" Yaz asked hesitantly. She was shocked with your appearance.

You shook your head as you pulled the Doctor's hand off you.

The Doctor pulled her sonic screwdriver to scan you but to her surprise, the conclusion is inconsistent. A more thorough scan revealed that Adalind is definitely not (yn), different brainwave pattern and all. Her hearts broke at the result. But, of course, she should have known there is no way (yn) could be alive. But, she still suspect Adalind. Could she be an echo of (yn) like what happened to Clara? But the brainwave pattern...

Jack and Yaz are quick to distract the Doctor with the distress signal they have come for in the first place and it worked, for the duration of the mystery, the Doctor is able to push the thought of Adalind out of her mind.

Adalind and the rest of the guests were interrogated by the Doctor when someone suddenly dropped dead.

Yaz had talked to Adalind's fiance and she thought he was suspicious for his reluctant to talk about how she met Adalind. She told Jack about it and he agreed he seemed fishy.

Jack had flirted with Adalind but was quickly stopped with a mean glare from the Doctor.

After a series of events, the Doctor finally is able to solve the crisis and save most of everyone in the hotel included the alien in question.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack had spoken with Adalind and they like you enough to warrant invitation onto the Tardis. Of course, the truth is, the Doctor is wanting to investigate more on Adalind's similarity with (yn).

However, Adalind, despite your friendliness with them, has refused the offer 'opportunity of a lifetime' as you had deduced their ulterior motive regarding a certain (yn). Yaz had gave you her number in case you changed your mind.

Adalind bid the three of them goodbye and left the hotel alone without the fiance.

Unbeknownst to you, you were followed. You walked alone for a long while before a black van suddenly stopped near you. A man got out of the van. "Ceres, would you like your treatment now?"

"Yes, please." You answered immediately and the man led you inside the van.

The Doctor, Yaz and Jack is quick to use the Tardis to follow the van. Thankfully, Jack apparently has put a tracker on Adalind when he is flirting with her. The Doctor is impressed with him.

7777

Topher has just finished the usual procedures of erasing the Adalind imprint and returning you to default Ceres personality. Your caretaker has also informed him on the unexpected variable during your current engagement and he had called Adelle on it when he found elaborate tracker on your person.

When Adelle is informed that the unknown variable has called you with the name (yn), she cursed. She would have to call on that unpleasant woman again regarding the imprint (yn) (ln).

You were oblivious to the tension above as you serenely making an origami paper much like a child.

Somewhere within the building, the tardis materialized inside as the Doctor and companion got out to inspect the surrounding curiously.

The room screamed zen mood all over the place. There are people who were doing stuff like meditating, drawing, making flower arrangement, etc. But, they didn't seem concerned or alarmed at the appearance of the tardis or the three strangers.

"What is this place?" Yaz asked out loud.

Jack noticed on the railing above, a young woman dressed as a dominatrix walked to a room but not before winking at him. "I like it."

The Doctor, however, laser-focused on locating you and she finally spotted you, seated on the floor in front of a small table, smiling as you made origami. She quickly approached you and called you Adalind but you weren't responsive to that name.

You finally noticed the three strangers that are staring at you. The blonde woman looked sad as if someone shot her puppy so you offered her your finished origami.

She smiled at you but you think her smile still sad. She asked your name as she bend her knees before you.

"I am Ceres." You replied.

"Ceres..." She repeated.

An alarm sounded loudly. A set of man and woman dressed in black suit immediately surrounded the room, pointing their gun on the strangers. The other caretakers herded the rest of the people inside the room to evacuate to another room.

The Doctor noted these people are almost childlike, not showing any fear or anxiety at all, as they were led away from there. She had prevented you from leaving when you are about to make your move too like the rest of the dolls.

Adelle stepped into the room and stared hard at the intruders.

The Doctor pulled her psychic papers and as Adelle read into it, she groaned and instructed the guard to back off.

"They have VIP invitation from Rossum." Adelle said in annoyance. "I really wish they warned me before letting VIP guest into the building." She led the Doctor, Yaz and Jack into her office.

The Doctor wanted you to stay with her but she has to find out more about this place from Adelle and it wouldn't do to alert them of her intention with you.

7777

Adelle offered the guests a bourbon for a drink but they refused. The blonde woman seemed to be in charge and is very eager to find out what the Dollhouse has to offer.

The Doctor introduced herself and her companion.

Adelle has revealed that she knew that they made use of a psychic paper, she was warned of it but she saw no harm in telling them about the Dollhouse. After all, in a short a while, they would no longer be her problem.

"Who warned you of it?" The Doctor asked her but she only smiled.

The Doctor and Yaz look horrified after her explanation of the purpose of the Dollhouse.

"I know some people have reservation about our Actives. Robot. Slaves. Mosty, people think they are very good liars. They are, of course, the opposite." Adelle started her speech. "An Active is the truest soul among us."

"The only way to imprint a human being with a new personality is to remove their own. Completely." The Doctor said in horror.

"But they are not gone. We made a backup of all their original personality. The Actives here are under five-years contract with us. After five years, we will return them to their original personality with a few tweak as they wanted on our contract. They left here a rich person and no longer have to deal with whatever issues they have before they entered a contract with us." Adelle said. "We eased their suffering."

The Doctor demanded to see the technology they used on these people.

They met Topher who animatedly explained with a smug look on his face about the machine. He was surprised when the Doctor is able to keep up and talk technology babble on par with him. He was impressed with the Doctor and her with him.

"Is that what happened to (yn)?" Yaz asked. "Did she entered a contract with you?"

Adelle looked almost sorry to tell them the truth.

"She is not real, is she?" The Doctor said. "She is an imprint."

"The real (yn) (ln) has died a long time ago. But we were requested to copy her brainwave pattern, apparently, she fits some criteria that our client wanted." Topher revealed.

"Some criteria...funny, kind and brave...exactly my type..." The Doctor snorted in derisive. "The exact companion I can't resist..."

Both Yaz and Jack stared at the Doctor in confusion and dread as they realized someone ordered one of these Actives, imprinted with a personality of some dead woman that they think will catch the Doctor's interest...as a spy?

"Who is the client?" Yaz demanded.

"That is classified." Adelle has said.

The Doctor snorted. "You already blabber your mouth about all of these, why keep that one a secret?"

"This is not personal to me, Doctor, I don't know or care who you are. You are our esteemed client problem and she is on the way here to see you. You will soon find out who it is." Adelle said.

Yaz and Jack look nervous at the mention of the said client coming for them.

The Doctor glared at her firmly. "I want to talk to (yn). Imprint her back to...Ceres."

"We can't. The imprint on (yn) (ln) is no longer in our hands. We handed it over to the client per her request."

"Well, that is not entirely true."

Adelle turned to glare at Topher. "You didn't."

"I made a backup, backup of the imprint." Topher sheepishly grinned, sorry-not-sorry.

Adelle rolled her eyes in fondness at the young man as he grabbed something from the vault of black boxes of imprints and located the imprint he wanted.

You were led back into the room and into the machine where the Doctor and companion witnessed for the first time how the machine worked.

7777

You woke up to the concerned face of the Doctor and Yaz.

"Doctor? Yaz?" You blinked in confusion. "Where am I?"

Jack stared at you in pity.

"What was the last thing you remembered?" The Doctor asked.

"I was with you and then I was in the interrogation room. There was a woman." You tried to recalled your last memories.

"Tell me about the woman. What does she look like?" The Doctor requested.

You described the woman and blanched at the fury on the Doctor's face as she, in disdain, uttered a name.

"Kovarian."

The Doctor explained in brief that Kovarian has a grudge on her and if she is coming to the building, they would have to expect a fight on their hands.

Jack brought gun and ready for a fight.

You were confused by the whole thing and demanded explanation.

The way the Doctor glanced at you, like she was disgusted or sad, you didn't understand what to warrant you that expression. She can't still be mad at you for jumping in front of the stupid laser beam, can she?

Eventually, they told you the truth.

You were having a hard time believing them. "I am real! Not an imprint!" You yelled at them in denial.

You saw that the Doctor truly believe that you are not real, that everything you experienced together are all lies. You were angry and sad. You left the room, unable to face the Doctor any longer. You cried on the stairs away from everyone.

If it was all fake, a fabricated everything, why does it feel so real? Your feeling is real and valid and you realized right now you are hurt by the Doctor and it hurts so bad it has to be real. How can they say that?

You couldn't believe the true you, the original personality, has given up on your body and mind, to be a plaything of people for five years. Given that you are on loan for some enemy of the Doctor that probably has time travel on their hands meant that for you it might already be longer than five years.

"Why woud I do that?" You asked yourself out loud.

"You could no longer live with the consequence of your own action." Adelle answered for you. "And you no longer have to."

"What could be so bad that I, that she would do that?" You asked her.

She didn't answer at first. "Do you really want to know?"

You glanced at her, at her serious expression on her face and realized you are afraid to find out about the original you because that would be like admitting that you are not real and you are not ready.

Suddenly a bunch of men dressed like an army entered the building, quick to block the all possible way out.

Adelle sighed in exasperation.

7777

Jack was able to escape the resulting chaos as the Doctor and Yaz surrender to face the client they have been waiting for.

"You really have a perchance to ruin my plan, don't you, Doctor?" Kovarian look annoyed at the fact the Doctor found out about (yn) before she could use you against her and that she doesn't even surprised to see her again.

You and the Doctor glared at the woman.

"Hello, Kovarian, colonel run-away." The Doctor coldly greeted them.

The colonel twitched at the cursed nickname the oncoming storm has bestowed upon him for his part in kidnapping Amy and Melody Pond.

Kovarian glanced at the Doctor and then at you. "I see you get (yn) back after all." She glanced at Adelle and Topher in disapproval. "What do you think of my gift to you, Doctor?"

The Doctor glared at the woman. "What do you hope to accomplish from using her?"

Kovarian smiled menacingly at the Doctor. "I suppose it is no longer matter since you already found out that (yn) here is a fake."

You bristled at that. You were angry and ready to snap back at the stupid eye-patch lady but to your surprise, the Doctor pulled you away from the woman.

"You got me now. What are you gonna do about it?" The Doctor taunted her instead.

Kovarian smirked. "Oh you will find out." She suddenly recite something in that flat tone of her, a twisted version of the tick tock goes the clock that the Doctor recognized but instead of using River's name, this time, it was yours.

The reaction is immediate as you clenched your head in pain.

"Oh shit." Topher recognized it as a sleeper mode within an Active, probably a combat-ready personality one.

Yaz grabbed onto you, worrying about your state but Topher warned her to step away from you.

You stared blankly ahead.

"What have you done, Kovarian?" The Doctor demanded even though she already guess what happened to you.

You walked toward the colonel who gave you a gun and you proceed to point the gun at the Doctor.

The Doctor was able to duck thankfully. She was correct, after all. Of course, she is going to use you as a weapon like she did with River.

Yaz, Adelle and Topher also duck on the floor.

You stride in confident as you commanded the Doctor to kneel.

Having a gun pointed at her, the Doctor has no choice but to obey.

Suddenly a different sound of alarm ringing through the building and it made you groaned in pain and you were knocked out cold.

Topher realized it was emergency alarm that will immediately wiped every imprints in the building and since you are currently an imprint, you were effected too.

Before anyone can do anything, there is a blackout and the shooting started causing chaos.

The Doctor crawled near Yaz and covered her with her body.

When the blackout is over, the Doctor looked up and froze when she saw River and Jack together with guns, incapacitating Kovarian men.

"Hello, sweetie." River greeted the Doctor with her usual flirty tone. "Loving the new look."

Jack has somehow get into the tardis and asked it for help in getting more people to rescue the Doctor and the machine has led him to the Doctor's wife.

The Doctor is momentarily distracted by the appearance of her wife. She is happy to see her again despite knowing the heartaches she would later feel again, having to say goodbye and return her beloved wife to the correct timeline and erased River's memory of her current incarnation.

Kovarian has lost once more to the Doctor and River. She is pissed but there is not much she can do except apparently destroy the imprint (yn) she has on her person, essentially killing the chance for (yn) to return or so she hopes. She was petty and she wish to hurt the Doctor anyway she can.

The Doctor glanced forlornly at the destroyed piece of tech that carried (yn) within. To tell the truth, she has no idea if she would want to bring (yn) back again.

You slowly woke up to Yaz's concerned face. "Did I fall asleep?" You asked her.

Yaz's face fell at that. She recognized Ceres for her childlike look.

"For a little a while." Topher answered.

You smiled at him as he helped you up.

The Doctor glanced at you sadly.

River glanced at the Doctor curiously and then at you. Jack has filled her in about you before.

The Doctor's hearts nearly tear apart when Topher had said the backup imprint of (yn) he made also got damaged during the shooting. Was (yn) gone for real now? She didn't even get to say goodbye.

She wasn't the only one who is in grief. Yaz is sad as you were her friend too.

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The Doctor would have like to shut down the Dollhouse but settled on the demand for the release of the original personality of you be returned and released from the Dollhouse service. She didn't want to see you used by anyone ever again.

Adelle agreed and being generous enough to release you with more money than the contract stated.

The Doctor warned her that the tech they used is dangerous and someday some people are going to want to use it, abuse it, for their personal gain.

Adelle reassured her that she won't let that happen. She care for the Dollhouse and the Actives.

The Doctor watched as you, the real you, talked to Adelle. You looked very beautiful at that moment but she noticed the underlying pain on your eyes. She had read your file and watch your recruitment video. She knew the reasoning behind your acceptance of the Dollhouse contract.

You bumped into her and apologized politely. There is no recognition on your eyes upon seeing her.

The Doctor's hearts ached as she forced a smile at you.

You walked away without turning back, passing Yaz and Jack without so much a look.

Yaz watched you go with a look of grief on her face.

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River comforted the Doctor the only way she could as she suspected that (yn) is someone dear to the Doctor. River has the damaged tech from Topher unbeknownst of the Doctor. She is hoping she could fix it and maybe lessen the pain in her wife's eyes. But she knew it was a long shot so she didn't dare to alert the Doctor of her intention.

After saying goodbye to River once more, the Doctor keep her mask in place for her companion's benefit.

Yaz wanted to check on your well being and she obliged because she has a duty of care.

They didn't approach you, only watched you from far away.

You didn't look happy but you make do. You live well with the generous amount of money on your bank account.

The Doctor and Yaz left the sight of you and back into the tardis.

The wheezing sound of the tardis caught your attention as you glanced around in curiosity before shrugging and resumed your walking.

A/N: So, yeah, finally a sort of crossover fusion of doctor who and dollhouse. It has been a while since I last watch dollhouse so I might get some fact wrong but plot holes whatever, right? November and Whiskey are my favorite characters on Dollhouse. Guess the reader's situation is similar to that of November but without the sad ending. Also, what am I even writing? I knew the plot fell flat in regard of how Kovarian going to use the reader against the Doctor. I don't feel so good now but as usual I'm just gonna post it and run away.

I hope this is entertaining enough for a good read. Thank you for reading. Hope you have a good day. Stay safe, everyone.

Where do we go from here?

#doctor who x reader #13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #shiefenwrites

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standbyplacesplease · 3 years ago

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SM ASTROLOGY

Aries

You have a natural leadership that makes the role of SM come easily to you. Your dynamic personality and strong ego (come on, admit it!) can keep a complex tech running along smoothly. However, you can step on a few toes with your super-confident attitude – and it usually surprises you when people take things the wrong way. You hate being told what to do, though occasionally you should slow down and listen to the carp with decades of experience under his tool belt. You are quick to come up with solutions to problems, and directors usually appreciate that you maintain shows consistently and with excellent quality.

Most likely to lead the parade to the bar after rehearsal.

Taurus

You are the epitome of patience, and never sweat the small stuff. You are content to rule over the theatre from behind your SM station, watching everyone hustle and flow as you calmly impose order over this chaos. People enjoy working with you because you always have your eye on the big picture. Sometimes your slow walk and quiet watchfulness are mistaken to mean that you are less than enthusiastic about your show. But those who know you best know the truth: you are a fierce defender of your production’s best interests, and you’ll win any shouting match if it finally comes to that. In fact, you’d really excel as a producer. When people need someone to put a foot down, they come straight to you.

Most likely to keep the company from giving out comps like candy.

Gemini

Your SM motto is “Communicate!” No one can top your skills at moderating discussion, passing along information, and keeping all members of the cast and crew in touch. Your paperwork is informative and lively. You are a true master at running production meetings. However, you might tend to debate issues longer than necessary because you can see all sides of an argument naturally – which sometimes leaves you caught in the middle. You tend to move quickly, and can jot down complex blocking on the first go.

Most likely to be the best cue caller on Earth.

Cancer

You adore the now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t illusion of theatre magic. You are definitely most comfortable backstage, under the blue glow of work lights. While you can guide a show competently through rehearsals, it is backstage where you really shine. You can call those visual or “feel” cues perfectly every time because you are always in the moment when it comes to performances. While you’re not one for the spotlight yourself, you love the warm-and-fuzzy feeling when a cast bonds and the audience gives a standing-O. You can tend to get sick easily, especially during a stressful tech.

Most likely to have the Mary Poppins Bag of kits – and to be called “Mom” by the cast.

Leo

You have the natural qualities of a mentor, and can guide a production from start to finish using sheer will alone. People naturally look up to you, and you take this and run with it (even when you secretly know you’re not quite sure what you’re talking about sometimes). Your showbiz motto could be “High Class, Baby!” You want everything done with no expense or effort spared – you’ll settle for nothing less than the best in all things. You’re extremely independent, but might do well to delegate more tasks to your ASMs. You secretly love the backstage gossip and can be quite susceptible to flattery.

Most likely to give speeches – about tardiness, show concept, backstage protocol, anything really.

Virgo

You are tops when it comes to organization. Even your prop tables are taped with perfect right angles. Your pencils are perfectly sharp and your paperwork is pristine (even if it takes you a while to file reports because you’re fussing with line spacing). Sometimes you can get impatient when the “creatives” are taking too long to debate character motivation or the exact shade of green that expresses the emotion of this scene. But you have saved the day more than once because while everyone else was looking the other way, you quietly put everything in order.

Most likely to guard your kit like a lion.

Libra

You are level-headed and patient – even when everyone around you is beyond stressed. Your calm demeanor makes you extremely valuable during crazy techs, and cast and crew alike a drawn to your easy-going friendliness. You are able to prioritize tasks and to defuse various crises as soon as they arise. You aren’t the perfect caller, or paperwork maven, or the master fixer. In a way, you are very good at all areas of SMing, while you don’t necessarily excel at any – except providing an enthusiastic but realistic outlook at all times.

Most likely to be the Go-To person for all things show related.

Scorpio

You just belong in the theatre. The drama, the craziness, the long hours, the nighttime schedule – it fits you perfectly. You become extremely attached to productions you’re working on, and are most likely to suffer from Post-Dramatic Stress Disorder after closing. But for each show you work, you give it your all. You work especially well with directors and actors because you appreciate the emotional demands of theatre. Measuring ground plans and making run sheets are definitely not your favorite activities – you’ll delegate these to your ASMs whenever possible.

Most likely to get involved in a show romance.

Sagittarius

You want the biggest, craziest, sparkliest shows you can find. Musicals are your favorite – with the glitzy costumes, the big sets, the intense cue sequences, and the glitter drops (love the glitter drops!). You enjoy theatre not for the emotional catharsis but for the pure entertainment factor. You are always the cheerleader for whatever production you are on, and can make people smile through even the most painful tech. Typical SM neuroses -– pristine paperwork, overstocked kits, impeccable call boards – are not for you. Sometimes people might accuse you of being a little slap-dash in your execution. But gosh darn it, you just love the theatre, and you’re guaranteed to give ‘em a great show every time.

Most likely to secretly want to be an actor.

Capricorn

You are the perfectionist SM personified. Not because you’re neurotic or naturally orderly, but for the pure challenge of it. You enjoy SMing because it allows you to use all your skills, constantly learning how to do things better. Though you’re patient in your way, you can be quite demanding when others don’t live up to your expectations. You have a certain detachment from your shows because for you they are exercises and learning opportunities. But this constant personal challenge means that you are inevitably very good at what you do. Your ASMs think you are god.

Most likely to have run sheets drafted before rehearsals even start.

Aquarius

You are an SM because you love being a central part of the creative process. You are imaginative, energetic, and friendly. However, you might not be the most practical SM – paperwork and call boards with hospital corners are not where you excel. With your inventive mind, you can come up with amazing creative solutions to most dilemmas – especially in regards to props and costumes. You are likely to have a few silly toys in your kit alongside your pencils.

Most likely to be SM + costumes + props + carpenter + house manager + program designer + ...

Pisces

Your independent, non-competitive nature makes SMing a good position for you. You’re rather optimistic and can always see the best in people and situations, though you can get emotionally attached in rehearsals. While running through the tragic scene, you’ll be the first one with tears in your eyes – but be careful that you don’t go home in a foul mood, too. You might find it hard to sit through long rehearsals or to park yourself at the SM desk through a show (wireless headsets were made for SMs like you!).

Most likely to give counseling sessions to sobbing actors backstage.

#tech theatre #stage management #theatre #stage manager

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onceuponachole · 4 years ago

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Atmospheric/10th Doctor

Would just like to start off with a note! I will be creating a master list at some point because I love writing these. Also! It is canon that the Doctor’s real name is “Theta” and I thought I could write a really cute fic between the reader and 10 about that. AHHHH excited! See ya around :)

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It was one of the more relaxing days on the TARDIS, which, in a companion’s terms, meant that there was about 75% less murder and aliens. This still meant that we took part in a long day of running from foreign species, but when you’re traveling with the Doctor, you just have to go with whatever his dramatic little time-lord self throws at you. As usual, the alien in question was tinkering with the console as my legs dangled into the abyss outside the TARDIS doors. He chose a nice spot for the vehicle to drift in space, somewhere away from well-known planets and some centuries before Earth was born. The TARDIS extended her signature atmosphere bubble to keep all the oxygen inside, however it was quite a bit tighter than usual, and made the hems of my trousers wave about slowly, in a flag-like manner. She must be feeling a bit cheeky today, which would explain why she didn’t take us to the correct coordinates earlier.

Unlike the usual clatter of wrenches thrown about, (because let’s be honest, the Doctor can be very messy), the only thing heard was the soft padding of his footsteps as he examined his beloved spacecraft. He looked peaceful, as calm as I’ve seen him in a while, which was a rarity with his general eccentricity. He quirked one of corner of his mouth upward, humming as he glanced upon the time rotor. Taking a second to ruffle his hair, thus spiking it further, he finally set his deep, brown honey eyes on me.

Is it obvious that I like him, more than a friend should? Maybe. Like, a whole lot of “maybe.” And maybe, sometimes, on days like today, I just bask in the feeling. Today was too nice, too tranquil to try to fight anything, especially myself.

The Doctor’s footsteps grew closer, until they stopped behind me. Letting a puff of air out of his nose, he plopped onto the floor beside me, removing his specs from a front pocket (I wonder if his jacket is like Mary Poppins’ purse?). I took a moment to admire his face, gangly legs, and how content he seemed. Although it might have been more than a moment, because he began to stare back in a silent contest.

I couldn’t help but smile, shaking my head dismissively. He burst into a fit of laughter, a sort of melody, and I joined in.

“You goof,” I snorted, grinning.

He shrugged in reply, “What? You were the one staring at me.” Nudging my arm, he giggled.

“What?” my face felt warm, “You wish!”

At this he rolled his eyes, and shifted to dangle his legs off the edge of the doorframe, next to mine. We fell into a comforting silence, just staring out into space.

“Doctor?” I softly asked, trying to maintain the quiet.

He hummed, drumming his fingers on the floor.

“Did you have another name? Before you called yourself ‘The Doctor?’” I continued, suddenly feeling stupid for asking. It’s amazing how such small things can feel so intimate. Then again, perhaps I’m just making it more awkward than it needs to be.

The drumming of his fingers ceased. “Oh,” he whispered.

I let the now stifling silence linger to see if he would say anything, and when I realized he wasn’t going to, I panicked and said, “I’m sorry, that was a stupid question. Just...don’t reply to that one,” I laughed nervously.

He seemed contemplative. The sadness returned to his eyes, and he appeared to be worlds away from me despite being literal inches from each other. “’s fine,” he replied. “Just not what I was expecting. You’re the first to ask in a very long, long time.”

I gulped, worrying I just ruined our moment of calm, but he continued:

“I did have one. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago. But it carried a lot of weight with it, things I’ve done that I’m not proud of. I needed to change, and the name had to go too.”

Scooting closer, I leaned against him slightly and hugged him around the middle. “Hey, look, I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. Let’s just leave it be, okay? It was a bad idea, I just thought--” I cut myself off, burying my head into his shoulder as my final statement.

He patted me on the shoulder as a form of forgiveness, and we both stared at the stars for a good ten minutes more. I could clearly hear his breathing, and the beating of his hearts made me feel a bit better. But it had been a busy day, and I thought I should go to my room to leave the Doctor to his thoughts. I slowly separated from him.

“I’m going to hang out in my room, as long as the TARDIS doesn’t hide it from me again,” I stood, preparing to turn away. “If she does, I’ll be in the librar-”

But the Doctor snatched my hand before I could take a step. “Wait!” he exclaimed. Then, softly, he muttered a syllable or two that I couldn’t make out.

“What? I didn’t hear the last bit,” I said.

He looked apprehensive for a moment, before he looked up at me. “Theta,” he spoke, “my name. It was Theta.”

My eyes widened, my stomach doing a stupid little flip. Theta. It was perfect. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered in awe, smiling. I sat back down, sitting within inches of him again, I spoke, trying the new combination of letters out for myself. “Theta,” I muttered, taking a moment to breathe it in. Absolutely stunning. Everything that he was, everything that he is, all in two syllables. I put a hand on his shoulder, gazing at his confused expression. “Theta,” I addressed him, “it’s beautiful. You’re...beautiful. Stunning. Just amazing,” I breathed.

Theta’s, the Doctor’s, eyes filled with tears. He swiped a hand under my chin and dove in close to my face, pecking my lips before withdrawing as quickly as he swooped in. My breath hitched, causing him to lean further away from me, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a proper kiss, something I’ve wanted to do for so long now. I felt his nose brush against mine, the faint feeling of his stubble scratching against my chin. And lord knows I didn’t want to let go, but damn these human lungs. So I pulled back. And we stared at each other, just as we had twenty minutes before. But there was no giggling, no stupid jokes, just each other. Me and Theta against the world.

“I’d like to do that more often,” he said smiling meekly.

I never thought that the Doctor being anything but confident would make me feel all giddy inside, but that shy smile did the trick. “As long as I can say your name occasionally, I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Okay,” he replied, taking my hand in his.

And we watched the stars tumble through the atmosphere.

#doctor who x reader #x reader #reader insert #romance #fanfiction #10th doctor #doctor who #cute #fluff #rose tyler #reading #love #happiness #comfort

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quietwingsinthesky · 8 months ago

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also is it silly that i have a favorite line from that fic and it’s “Even carries the weapons, as they carry the water.” Because it’s an important line, to me, for understanding the relationship between them. They’re wandering out in a desert, and Even’s the one with both a weapon and the water they need to drink. the fic is from Even’s POV, and the first paragraphs are just about how miserable they are right now, how he’s dragging them around out there for seemingly no reason.

but they’re the one who has the water. they’re the one who has a weapon. on a material level, the master is very much fucked if even does decide to turn on him, shoot him in the back, strand him out there when they have the supplies. so how much of this is trust, and how much of it is arrogance?

i’m sorry. not to be a nerd about my own oc story, but the other side to that is just how aware of how much he’s relying on even is the master? yes, they save his life, that one’s obvious. but there are a few other lines where i was trying to show just how deep this thing between them has started to run. Even ducking under his arm so he can hold onto them, and that eventually culminating in him holding on too long and making them both fall. “They lumber the final stretch to the TARDIS like a three-legged beast.” Even says ‘Talk at me’ but that doesn’t actually work; when they let him ramble out his own train of thought, he ends up making himself worse, and it’s only when Even’s an active participant in the conversation that he really begins to calm down while they work (and why, when he’s rude once they start sharing and they shut him out again, he gets hurt again.) “thinking of you………” that’s not even a version of them that knows him, but the other one he contemplates is missy’s even, and. i think when i’m editing this i’ll give that section another pass because im really trying to imply there that obviously he’s uncomfortable about Missy because she’s a version of himself wrapped in this failed attempt at redemption, at getting the thing she wanted so badly, and he’s fresh off of learning she didn’t actually know what the thing she was chasing really was, either. but also that he’s. jealous. of herself. of missy, who still has even, of the fact that he can’t just go in and take that version of even with him because they wouldn’t let him, they would pick missy over him. man’s so messed up about his mary poppins-sona (among. other things.) that he went and staked a claim on a version of Even that doesn’t know he exists instead.

when i say codependency, i mean we’re doing codependency. the man’s fucked, and he doesn’t even know how badly yet.

#im being silly but i Have thought about this #i dont want this to be a story about. even is sad and has a bad time while the master is gleefully evil and taking advantage of them.#that’d be a disservice to both of them. you know?#there is a power imbalance here and it’s tipped so ridiculously in his favor. but it does not prevent him from being just as dependent as #they are.#i dont know that im pulling off what i want to achieve in these fics 100% perfectly #but i think i am getting close. and that’s good enough for me.#dw oc #anyway. three cheers to complicated and messy relationships that are both deeply unhealthy but also. the best option either of them have at #the time. the nature of which when removed from its context becomes even worse for both parties involved and everyone around them. and can #and will begin to slowly cook them inside of it.#you know. fun :)

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nattspencer · 4 years ago

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In case of boredom - Part 2

Missy x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 (you’re here) / Part 3 - Complete

Summary: The reader was always intrigued by the Time Lady. When she jumps into the TARDIS, the readers decided to write a little novel to take her out of boredom, putting little annoying riddles as a password to each file.

A/N: English is not my first language, therefore I’m really sorry for any mistakes, let me know about them. I’m also very sorry for taking so long, I planned to post part 2 as the final part, but the whole file was already 7k+ words, so today I decided to split it in two. Part 3 won’t take that long to be released. Don’t forget to let me know your thoughts about this, it really motivates me.

Warnings: Super fluffy with tiny bits of angst

Word count: 3k

Not my GIF

When you first started the book project, you never imagined that it would result in an almost constant flirting with an alien maniac, exceptionally on the most awkward moments. You still could remember when this happened for the first time, it was exactly the next day that she pinned you on the corridor, you were just sipping some tea entering quietly in the console room, in the corner, you saw Nardole babbling with Bill about some weird tech thing. Mr. Eyebrows, in another hand, was tingling his fingers on the ship’s control panel hoping to find somewhere interesting to go and Missy was at his side, intensely looking at a monitor with some wires scattered on the table, her sight soon fell over your figure and mischief popped up on her face. This couldn’t be good.

“Y/N, you really should drink this tea in another room, the way you’re clenching so deliciously this pretty lips of yours around this mug is really distracting me” She said with a smirk scanning you from tip to toe with her eagle eyes. “Missy!” The Doctor warned with his raising eyebrows. “Only me drinking a little tea it’s already distracting you, sweetie? You really must be in need, maybe, if you behave nicely, I can do you a little favor later” You winked slightly and left the room towards the kitchen, but you could see from your peripheral vision all the jaws dropping, no one expected your reaction to being like that. Soon you heard some steps coming behind you. “Girl, where did all that boss energy came from?” Bill asked you giggling while she took a glass of water. “First, shy people also can be sassy, second I always told you I am not as innocent as I look and more importantly third, she challenged me! I couldn’t let her embarrass me that easily, if she wants to play, then let’s play” “Mate, she is a mass murderer, do you really wanna pick HER to flirt with?” She asked with an arched eyebrow. “Considering we are constantly away traveling with aliens and both of us are lesbians which are not even a little attracted to each other, what other people would you suggest?” You both laugh. “I admit we are not the ones with billions of options but still, really?” “Well, I don’t think she is that bad, not anymore, I really do believe that there’s good in her, deep down there, she just needs to learn how to externalize it. Also, that’s not a flirt flirt, it’s a joke type flirt!” “Y/N, she seriously suggested putting me on a brain dead state, and do you really think that she is GOOD?” “I know the brain dead thing wasn’t very nice, but at least she tried to help, and as I said, she doesn’t know how to externalize it. Also, she never tried to get you killed again, did she? Just give her another chance, please? I think she is really trying, otherwise she would already flee a really long time ago” “Fine, but I’m only doing it because I really trust in your abilities to read people, however, don’t expect me to suddenly treat her as my best friend, I will just be open in case she just want to talk to me as a decent being” “That’s all I’m asking for” You smiled “See, you don’t judge me to try helping an intergalactic murder to be good and I don’t judge you for still thinking about a certain cute puddle” “Hey! A puddle and a murder are really different things okay, and also, now that you put it out loud, what’s wrong with us?” You busted in guffaws. Soon, The Doctor called you two out to a new adventure, which you rushed into. Your whole body was complaining to you when you came back to the blue box, all your muscles were sorely overused and you decided that you deserved a really long hot bath before feeding your Time Lady with a brand new book chapter and riddle. After your relaxing moment, you got your file and rushed to the library, but unlike the other days, it was not empty. Three heads could be seen around the laptop, still, none of them seemed to notice your presence. “Was this always there in the computer?” The Doctor asked with frowned eyebrows. “I don’t think so, it’s incomplete, and it really looks like something Y/N would write” Bill answered simply. “She writes? And that well? I didn’t know that” Nardole confessed. “Yeah, she is an amazing writer! Once I saw her writing and begged her to let me read since then she always showed me some of her work, I think she is just a bit shy about it” “So you knew about this?” The Time Lord asked again “No… She didn’t tell me about this one, I just found it by accident” “So you’re telling us that probably we shouldn’t be reading this?” Nardole’s voice shook a bit. “Yeah… maybe we shouldn’t…” Bill admitted with a guilty look. “Actually” You said, making everyone’s head turn to you “There’s no problem for you to read it at all” You smiled and relief was painted on the three faces “Bill was also right, I am in fact a bit shy about my work, always tend to show to people in anonymous mode, however, she really made me gain confidence with her reactions” You said walking towards them. “You’re a genius! You just didn’t realize that” “Indeed a very talented young writer’ The ancient replied with a kind smile. “Agreed” Nardole raised his two thumbs up. “Thank you, I try my best” You giggled. “Why didn’t you told me about this before?” “Because I didn’t write that for you, actually, it was for someone else” You revealed shyly. “Someone else?” “She means me, pet” The Time Lady’s cold voice was suddenly heard and everyone turned glancing at her. “You were secretly writing for Missy?” Bill was really confused. “She was bored! And also very lonely! I couldn’t just sit down not doing nothing about it” You vehemently justified. “Watch it kitty, you don’t want to make The Doctor jealous” She smiled wickedly “Also, I might say I’m really disappointed, I really do enjoy being exclusive, you’ll have to work harder” “Good girls know how to share, Mistress, besides, now you have partners to discuss your theories with” “I doubt that discussing with them would be any constructive” She answered with an arched eyebrow. “Who knows” You shrugged “Maybe you’re wrong, maybe I am, or maybe that would make you see the plot from a different perspective, that maybe could make you get to the right answer” “Don’t get jealous Missy, this might be fun” The Doctor teased. “Fine, but you three better no be boring, or I will hide this computer and kidnap Y/N” She finally said, annoyed. “Did you guys read it all?” “Yeep, where is the next chapter?” Bill said excitedly. “Alright, about the next chapter, there is a thin” Reluctance filled your voice. “What thing?” Nardole asked. “It needs to be unlocked, there’s a little riddle as the password and before you ask, I want to establish a rule, only Missy can solve them, alone, without any help. This whole thing was mainly created just to keep her busy, so I think it’s fair to keep that exclusively to her” “It’s fine for me” Bill said and the others nodded agreeing with her. You could see a victorious smile rising on the Time Lady’s lips, she really enjoys being treated uniquely. “Great! Now let me put the next file on the computer. We can read the next chapter tomorrow night after our usual universe walks when we are all tired and Missy would probably already have solved it” You glanced at the Time Lady with a suggestive look, and only you two knew that you were mocking her about the four days delay. “One day it’s more than enough for me, poppet” She reassured with a threatening smile. “I’m sure it is” You said finally putting the files on the right place “There it is, all yours, have fun, Mary Poppins” “Mary Poppins? You’re getting bold, puppy” She said with a playful glance. “What? Do you really think you’re the only one able to set nicknames?” “Mr. Eyebrows is there to reassure what she said” Bill confirmed. “Hey! I think we were over from the Mr. Eyebrows thing!” The Doctor exclaimed annoyed. “We are never over from Mr. Eyebrows thing” Nardole said giggling. “That’s new, I’ll include that to my personal vocabulary, feel honored Y/N” “My pleasure” “There’s a plot against me now?” The Time Lord said. “Only to annoy you” Nardole uttered. Since then, it became a routine and soon, you were already midway towards the end of the story. In the beginning, the post-reading reunions were kinda weird, it took a while to work your chemistry and put the pieces together, but eventually, it worked, and you didn’t know if you were relieved or worried, because they were getting closer to the right answer every time. Missy was often the one picked to read it out loud, and you were really surprised, but also very honored to know that she appreciated your tale so much that she would gladly read it twice. While they got to know the new events, you were away finishing the next chapter, only joining in when everything was set and done. Now you were all seated on the floor in a big odd circle, babbling around. Bill’s half-asleep head was resting on your lap, while you massaged her scalp. “Well, the talking is really great, but I need to check on a little experiment that I’m doing in the lab, might blow up if I don't” Nadole said, lifting up. “And I think I really should go to bed, but Y/N melted all my limbs” Laziness filled Bill’s voice. “What can I do, I’m ace in doing massages” “Oh, don’t be full of yourself, puppet, it doesn’t suit you” Missy teased. “No need to get jealous, I can massage your scalp too if you want” You smiled “I just thought that if I get my hand anywhere near your hair it would result in a painful death” “Quite true, don’t you dare dishevel my hair without my permission, however, I’ll wash it in a few moments, so I think I can have a trial of what you call massage when you’re free” “Her hands does wonders, you’ll see” Bill pleased “I’m seriously thinking in just getting a pillow from the sofa and just sleep right here” “Oh, not in a million years, you’ll gonna complain non stop later about how your back hurts, I’m taking you to your bed right now, young lady, let’s go” The Doctor said already getting up and extending his hands to Bill, who got on her feet lazily. Soon, they disappeared through the ship. “Lap’s free, next customer, please” You joked tapping your thighs. “You better be good, pet, I’m very caring towards my hair” She said laying down her head comfortably on your legs. “Don’t worry, you deserve my very best” Your hands carefully untied her brown curls and started a pleasant massage on her scalp. “I noticed what you did, you know” After some minutes she broke the silence. Her eyes were closed, and her face was more relaxed than you even saw. “What do you mean?” You asked lightly. “Your characters, they are related to us, aren’t they?” “Yes, they are. Although, it was meant for you to find out” “And you didn’t bother in telling me that bit?” “Nah, I knew you would find it anyway” Her eyelids opened. Beautiful stunning blue eyes were staring at you with slightly dilated pupils “It was my way to try helping you” “Um… cheeky. So that’s the way you see me? See the motivation behind my change?” “Yeah, I think so. I suppose you and The Doctor are kinda the same in the end, both of you so very alone. He found comfort in us, companions, friends, but you, you’re too afraid of being hurt, too afraid to let someone in, and then suddenly they’re gone, so you found comfort in destroying things and people in a desperate attempt to fill up your superiority complex, doing whatever you want in order to actually feel something, actually like yourself, to feel greater, but I don’t think that it could fill you anymore… It got boring… So you thought about your oldest friend in the universe, the only one that would never truly leave you, and you knew that turning “good” and going by his terms was only one way to become friends with him again. What you didn’t expect, however, was that you grew kinda fond of the non-Gallifreyan part of the ship”

“You really think that you’re clever, don’t you?”

“Well, I might not have the knowledge of a centuries-old Time Lord, but in terms of people, I know quite a bit. Other than a marvelous observer, back on the earth, I’m in the last year of Psychology college”

“That explains quite a bit… So the post-reading reunions thing, was it all part of your plan? To make me belong?” She said sitting up lazily.

“To be honest, I just figured that out along the way and hoped for the best. I’m not that good with plans, not in the way you are, I’m more the improviser type. Actually, I think we all are, you have to be if you’re traveling with a stupid old man” You shrugged and a soft smile painted your lips.

“Thank you” Her voice was tiny, but you could see the fondness and gratitude behind those pale blue eyes, but also, there was a hint of fear, and then, you understood.

“You’re more than welcome, twisted Mary Poppins” You answered planting a light-loving kiss on her forehead “Now, you really should go to bed, I can see how much you enjoyed my massage”

“Yeah, you’re not that bad”

“A compliment! That’s new. You really must be sleepy”

“Oh, shut up!” You two giggled.

A few moments later, you were in your room, alone, staring at the ceiling, lost in thoughts. You were really falling for Missy, and terribly fast. If you think mathematically, you could spend the rest of your life with her, but she would always have to face your loss at some point, and something tells you that not a lot of planets would like to suffer her rage. Probably, the best choice would be to just stand by her side her as a friend, never truly telling her your feelings, and never really connecting the way you wished. Loving a Time Lord was loving the stars themselves, too big and too flaming hot to get close. Furthermore, you couldn’t imagine her falling back for you since you’re just a silly brief human.

One day, The Doctor decided that it was time to test how Missy would behave outside the ship and between other people, no distress calls, no danger, just a normal calm place to start with baby steps. Of course, a companion was needed to fulfill her simple task, visit a local fair, and walk someone through the alien stuff, very Doctor-ish indeed. She could take all three of you but he didn’t want to push her this hard, so Mr. Eyebrows asked if you could go with the Time Lady since you are quite close to her, and you agreed right away. Quickly, you two were stepping out of the TARDIS and started to wander off around the tents, while the Time Lord seated comfortably in front of the monitor eating crisps.

“Those ones are sonic mines, well, they were, all junk now. But you wouldn’t like to meet one of them when they blow, they disrupt your internal organic stability while stir up the exterior environment” Missy explains

“Sounds painful”

“Nah, it’s so fast that you barely have time to feel” She replies simply when something catches her attention “Oh!! Orphan 89 jewels! What a nice planet that was!” Missy’s excited voice was heard while she ran towards an old tent.

“Really?” The two of you now were staring the shining ornaments

“Yes, polite people, awesome beaches, three suns that turned the sky purple when they set, also four moons and a very starry sky in the night”

“What happened?”

“Didn’t you get it?” An evil smile danced on her lips “I said polite people, and polite people are always boring”

“You destroyed the planet, didn’t you?”

“Old days, old faces… I wasn’t this nice all the times you know” She shrugged and resumed walking aimlessly.

“Did you regret it?” You asked with a tiny voice, almost scared of the answer

“Hearing their screams were once very satisfactory, but now… now I’m not so sure” Missy admitted avoiding your gaze. You walked side by side while an awkward silence took place, and then, when your eyes glanced at an area filled with something that really looked like snow, you had an idea.

“Run with me” You broke the silence

“What?” She frowned

“I said: Run. With. Me” Your orbs were full of mischief

“But you don’t even know the surroundings, we might get lost”

“That’s quite the objective, honey, come on!”

“Are you completely bonkers?”

“Whoops, I think you’re getting contagious” Missy cracked a little genuine smile, and you couldn’t be more proud. She opened her mouth to protest again when you immediately said with pedant’s eyes “Trust me”

“’m so gonna regret this… If The Doctor ever get cross about it I’m blaming you, little girl”

“Blame is on me” You raised your hands in surrender “Now, let’s go?” You extend your hand and she catches it right away with a tiny authentic smile painting her lips, your feet begin to run.

#missy x reader #the master x reader #missy doctor who x reader #missy/reader #doctor who fanfic

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ambientstars · 4 years ago

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In need of a friend - part 2

(Dark!13 x f!reader)

Gif credit: @queerthasmin

Note: how do you write a peeing scene without it being awkward? Anyway, here’s the second part of the series, the previous part can be found here. Enjoy!

Warnings: just a lot of angst I guess?

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You’d been trapped in the room for what felt like a lifetime, the lack of windows to give judgment on time due to the light and colour of the sky meant that you couldn’t know for sure how long you’d really been there.

It was quiet, too quiet. You’d fiddled with the radio on the bookshelf, but nothing happened, not even static came from the small speakers. Nothing else in the room, except your breathing, provided sound.

It was unnerving to be somewhere so silent you could hear a pin drop, the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stood on end, your muscles tense, just waiting for something to scare you, to break the silence that weighed heavily in your ears.

Your finger delicately traced the spines of the old books on the shelf beside you, your eyes following behind as you quickly read the titles. Your curiosity piqued at one in particular, it’s deep red cover mottled, the golden lettering that read the art of science beginning to fade where it had been handled so much.

The book was heavy, it’s hardback cover adding to its weight, but it was ultimately the thousands of thin sheets of paper inside that gave it its body. It certainly wasn’t a light read, it’s owner clearly fond of lengthy reading sessions or perhaps a long time of short bursts of reading a few chapters here and there.

It also suggested that the owner was smart and a lover of science, it’s contents informative and filled with jargon you couldn’t even begin to understand.

With a sigh, you returned the book to its original position and continued your finger’s journey across the rest of the reading material available to you. Again you paused, this time pulling out a book that you knew from your childhood. A ghost of a smile played at your lips as you traced the title Mary Poppins, the memories of sitting down at bedtime as a child and leaning into your father's embrace as he read aloud to you coming back and filling you with a warmth you so desperately needed.

You took the book over to the bed and made yourself comfortable, your legs crossed and the book in your lap, just like you did as a kid. Inside, the pages were scribbled with almost illegible writing in red ink, questions like the bag is bigger on the inside? And sonic… umbrella? written in the margin, and unfamiliar words such as TARDIS and timelord wedged between the typed writing of the story.

You could hardly read the story, the red of the ink pulling your focus away from the intended words. You huffed in irritation, snapping the book shut and flopping back down onto the bed, your head hitting the soft pillow.

The one thing that could’ve brought you joy in this less than ideal situation, ruined.

You sat up abruptly at the sound of the door unlocking for the second time you’d been put here, your heart picking up speed in anticipation and your hand quickly pushing the book under your pillow in case you weren’t meant to have touched it, scared what your punishment might be.

Just like before, the small blonde woman came into the room with a gentle smile. In her hands, another offering of food and drink to which she placed carefully in the same spot as before on the bedside table, her thin fingers pushing the plate away from the edge so it didn’t fall to the floor.

You watched silently, waiting for her to say something, anything to break the tension that was rapidly building in the room.

The stranger’s face was soft and blemish free, young in appearance although her eyes held quite the opposite. She looked sad. Not the type of sad that made a person cry uncontrollably or hide away behind a mask of false happiness, she seemed the kind of sad beyond those stages, the kind that left you feeling numb and hopeless for any emotion other than despair.

A feeling of empathy spiked within your chest, your stomach sinking. It felt wrong to feel bad for the person who had captured you and held you hostage against your will, but something about her made you want to reach out and hold her hand.

She turned and made her way back to the door without a word, her head tilted towards the ground. She moved slowly, unafraid of what you might do to her with her back turned to you, uncaring if she experienced a sudden attack from behind, not that she would fight back at all.

“Wait!” You spoke before you thought, the words panicked and quick, almost slurring.

She stopped in her tracks, half way out of the door. Her head turned and she looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue to explain your outburst.

“I er… I need to pee.”

You inwardly cringed, hating yourself for even opening your mouth at all. You hadn’t planned what you were going to say, all of it so sudden, and quick thinking was never one of your strong suits, but a trip to the bathroom would be greatly appreciated.

She frowned for a moment and then softened her face once again, forcing a smile. “Of course, follow me.”

Her voice wasn’t anything like you expected, and yet it was much better. The subtle accent, the smoothness, all of it hitting your ears perfectly.

You scrambled up from the bed and followed behind her as she left the room, taking a sharp right and gesturing to the door right next to the one you had just exited. You barely had a chance to look around before she opened the new door for you and stared until you made your way in.

It felt odd to be in a new location, but the change of scenery, if only for a few minutes, made you sigh in relief. Your eyes studied everything in the bathroom, taking in the dark blue walls and white porcelain facilities and again you realised, no windows.

It felt awkward trying to rush, knowing someone was waiting for you on the other side of the door, but you tried to give yourself enough time to revel in this bit of freedom you’d been granted.

You turned on the sink and washed your hands, enjoying the way the warm, clean water felt on your skin. You splashed some on your face in an attempt to wash off the muggy feeling all the crying had left there, your skin feeling refreshed immediately after. You knew you’d need a shower soon, but decided not to push your luck. You’d just have to ask your capturer another time.

You wiped your hands dry on the hand towel beside the sink and opened the door, the blonde stranger waiting just outside, her shoulder leant against the wall. She smiled small and gestured back in the direction of what you now presumed to be your room.

You didn’t dare run off or even so much as make a movement that would have her believe you were going to run off, walking with careful precision back into the bedroom and placing yourself back onto your spot on the bed. You’d seen enough movies to know that if you made an attempt to escape now, your life could be ended.

The blonde came into the room also, perching herself on the edge of the part of the bed furthest away from you, her back facing you. It seemed odd to have her follow you and make herself somewhat comfortable now after only having been in and out wordlessly before, but you said nothing, again waiting for her to speak and break the silence.

“I’m…” she fiddled with the sleeves of her coat, her head hanging solemnly. “I’m sorry.”

Those were the last words you expected to hear from her, but here she sat, apologising with a genuineness that made your heart hammer and your palms grow sweaty.

“Why am I here?” You had so many questions, too many to think of in this impromptu moment. You knew that eventually you’d ask them and demand an answer whatever it took, but for now you kept your voice quiet and allowed her the time to answer.

She sighed heavily. Her shoulders were slumped and her hair fell over her face, blocking your view from her somber expression. “I just need a friend.”

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#13th doctor #thirteeth doctor #jodie whittaker #doctor who imagine #dark!thirteen #dw imagine #dark!13 #doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #13 x reader

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soufflefcrged · 3 years ago

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WISHLIST.

The Walking Dead / Resident Evil / Zombie apocalypse en general. A part on the TARDIS has been damaged and needs repairs or replaced and until Clara can find someone with the right skills and the right materials to repair / remake it, she finds herself trapped in this hellish landscape of the ravenous undead and disparate humans struggling to survive and carve out some semblance of a civilization out of the ravaged Earth.

While in the proximity of the TARDIS, she has access to food, medical supplies, weapons & safety but unless she braves the scorched world beyond she has no hope of ever escaping this future Earth. Eventually realizing she has no choice but to brave the world beyond, she gathers supplies and does her best to forge a path to what the TARDIS has identified as the largest settlement of surviving humans.

Noteworthy points: she has something akin to Mary Poppins’ carpetbag, ie, a bag of holding - her backpack is bigger on the inside and contains a ridiculous amount of supplies (medical, food, clothing, water purification tablets & more). Also of note, with Clara not having a heartbeat, she doesn’t emit the same ‘dinner bell’ scents and sounds as her living human counterparts which means she can move among the restless dead with less chance of being discovered. Also of note, she is not immune to the bites / infection but because her body ‘resets’ to its default state every few days, she never actually converts to zombie state as she never dies -- do with that what you will.

#WISHLIST.

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hypexion · 4 years ago

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Dark Water is the episode where Danny Pink gets hit by a car, Clara turns evil, and the Master/Mistress/Missy decides to embark on a convoluted plan to mess with the Doctor.

This episode begins with Danny Pink failing to adhere to basic road safety guidelines, leading to his sudden removal from life. If he were more than a satellite love interest, this might even be impactful. We never even found out his tragic backstory. Clara responds to this by turning evil, and attempts to blackmail the Doctor by destroying all his TARDIS keys in a volcano. This fails, because the Doctor is too cool to fool. Also even if he could be fooled, the TARDIS would probably not go to the volcano. It’s a pretty terrible plan. It still works, however, because the Doctor reacts to this serious betrayal of his trust by deciding he’s going to break into Hell and find Danny. Gotta move the plot along somehow!

To give credit where it’s due, the design of 3W certainly captures the right aesthetic. It’s a creepy water-mausoleum where the dead are on display, and it’s as spooky as it should be. At least until Missy shows up to make a joke out of things. Then it goes back to scaryish with the terrible reveal that the Ancient Egyptians were right - you do need to preserve your body for the Afterlife! But only because an evil Time Lady is slurping up souls and sticking them into a computer as part of her evil plan. The whole stuff with the Nethersphere quickly becomes irrelevant, so don’t dwell on it too much.

What the Nethersphere really achieves is allowing Danny Pink to stick around even after he didn’t Stop, Think and Go. He really should have listened to the hedgehogs. Danny continues to be dazed and confused at the idea of the afterlife, even with Seb’s weird baby metaphor. It’s mostly padding, until Dark Water finally gets around to revealing Danny’s Tragic Backstory.

It turns out that Danny’s tragic backstory is that he commited child murder. Or, to be a tad less harsh, child manslaughter, since he probably wasn’t intending to kill any children when he was haphazardly firing bullets everywhere. We get to have a lot of focus on how Sad and Tragic this is for Danny, but none on the actual victims, which is certainly a direction to go in. It was obvious something like this was coming, given Danny’s reactions to various things, but I don’t think this actually works. Not just because “child-killer“ is a generally unlikable archetype, but because it doesn’t fit with Danny’s dislike of officers. There’s no evidence to suggest he was ordered to do something that resulted in child-death, only that he shot bullets everywhere and killed a child. So Danny meets the child he killed, scares him off, and then I guess they make up because the afterlife is real? It just doesn’t work for me.

Of course, the real star of the show is Michelle Gomez’s Mistress. Or Missy, because I guess you can’t have a character called The Mistress in a pre-watershed show. Missy has got the demented Mary Poppins act on point, and spends most of her time messing with the Doctor for kicks and giggles. In fact, most of the scenes work better once you know Missy is the newest Master, rather than a werid robot being weird. But what I think is really great is just how expressive Missy is. Gomez perfectly communicates Missy’s growing frustration at the Doctor’s inability to realise the obvious through facial expressions along. And she’s right to be frustrated - she practically has to spell out what’s going on, even after revealing she has Time Lord technology.

The Cybermen are also in this episode. 3W’s logo is actually a Cyberman eye, which is clever, but otherwise they just show up at the end. They were also in the trailer, ruining the surprise. The same trailer that tried really, really hard to convince us that Clara was secretly always evil, a series too late. Incredible!

Overall, Dark Water is a good enough setup episode, but it’s a bit of a bumpy road. When it’s focusing on the Doctor and Missy, things are fine, but honestly the Clara and Danny stuff is pretty overblown. We also have to lose all sympathy for Danny, which is a problem considering he will be saving the world next time.

#doctor who #twelfth doctor #dark water #doctor who rewatch

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gaylaxylesbian · 4 years ago

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was tagged by @no-stabbing-wednesdays 💖

1. name/nickname: michaela/mitch

2. gender: female

3. star sign: sagittarius

4. height: 4'10.5

5. time: 22:51

6. birthday: december 19

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9. song stuck in my head: agadoo

10. last movie: mary poppins returns

11. last show: warrior nun

12. when did i create this blog: i don't remember last year sometime i think it was autumn

13. what do i post: oh man i had plans to create art and gifs but then i didn't

14. last thing i googled: agadoo lyrics (did anyone ever understand what this song is about? why are people pushing pineapples and shaking trees? idk i still don't know)

15. other blogs: apart from @linettithelezbian they have been lost to the void I just kept that one because I made semi popular b99 posts, if you scroll back far enough in the archive you'll find my dan and phil trash content

i have previously been known as elinoichtheironfoot, amy-dancepants, dil-howlters-uncustomisable-dick, dil-howlters-three-nosed-twin, beautiphilester and several others i have forgotten

16. do i get asks: no, you wanna change that? 😏

17. why did i choose this url: because i'm a lesbian and i love space

18. following: 116

19. followers: 22

20. average hours of sleep: between 4-8

21. lucky number: 74,384,338

22. instruments: used to be a first chair violinist as a child but haven't played in years. I don't excel at any because i'm averagely good at a lot (keyboard, ukulele, guitar, harmonica, tin whistle, recorder) i can also do the thing with blades of grass

23. what am i wearing: flowery leggings, plain black top and a blue hoodie my mam thinks is grey

24. dream job: actress

25. dream trip: australia!

26. favorite food: pretty much any italian cuisine, especially lasagne

27. nationality: irish

28. favorite song: changes constantly, atm i'm obsessed with afterglow by ed sheeran

29. last book i read: the runaway tardis

30. 3 fictional universes you’d like to live in:

a harry potterless hogwarts, i don't need that kind of drama in my life but the magic is cool

the worst witch because again magic is cool and i'm a little bit in love with hecate

i don't think it's supposed to be a fictional universe but i've had several dreams where i'm randomly part of the 'modern family' family and they were fun

tagging @skylesbian @katsaswift

#tag thing #thanks sis love you <3

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anteroom-of-death · 5 years ago

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Life, For Dummies p10

a/n: too long, i am now brain dead. time for death. but enjoy this crappy cracked inside look at my ongoing mental health crisis. fluff, lemon, intrigue and gift giving ensue!

You sat at the table, too excited to drink most of your coffee, only a few frazzled sips here and there. The looming threat of a surprise had you on the edge of your seat. He was very good at hiding them from you, save for a few hints here and there to help you deduce what it was, then praising you for how clever you were.

But this one? No hints! Nothing you could think of to even suggest one besides the faint mention last night…

It was making you even more manic than he was. And he was dancing around the console room, singing a song, fiddling with wires and occasionally booping you on the nose as he attached devices to the TARDIS’s mainframe.

“Oh, my pet, you’re really gonna love this!” He’d occasionally jeer at you. You were toiling away in your mind, wracking it for all it was worth.

You had a few more sips and decided to take a mental chill pill. You inhaled and held your breath, then released it. You once took a class on DBT during your year of longing and were trying to remember the steps to a healthy breathing pattern.

You shook yourself sane again. He was winding you up on purpose most likely.

You eventually questioned, “So, what are you going to do? Go back to the night of my 16th birthday and save me from a truly horrible fashion incident?”

He paused at that and inhaled, “I could spend a million years studying humans and you still say the darndest things!” He laughed then went back to his mania.

You spoke quietly into your coffee, “Yeah, and Time Lords are really such easy reads..:”

You got up and shuffled back to your room, going for your medicine chest and taking a few painkillers as a precaution. With his dancing across the console and all the thinking that you were doing, you felt like it was a justified choice.

You felt indescribably thankful he let you have a big room and a separate bathroom from him, even a little balcony of sorts with a simulation of whatever surroundings you wanted to fall asleep with if you wanted. It allowed you a solitary sanctuary for just you, your thoughts and your own little things. He rarely came in, only on invite. You were beyond thankful.

Kept you sane and reminded you that you were a human, and human was good.

Even when he would rail against humans in general, it was hard to keep centered, what with you earning a universal reputation and your dual infamy as a couple. You, in the eyes of many weren’t as weak as your humble heritage suggested. Some people even thought you were a Time Lady.

You, in your humble human eyes, thought that was hilarious.

If they ever knew that they were under fear of a human?

Not that the growing sadist in you didn’t want to reveal that one time and see the wheels of brains turn and explode.

You stretched and got back to the console room and sat down, he was starting to flip switches.

“Oh, I got a good feeling this will work!” He pet the underside of your chin and kissed your lips gently. You pressed it more and kissed him back.

You went to take your usual position as co-pilot but he swotted your hands away and tsked. “No, no. Special treat. Pets aren’t in need to know.” You rolled your eyes as you felt the TARDIS lurch violently and shudder to a stop.

“Off you pop. Outside.” He shooed you to the door and shrugged on his jacket.

You walked out into a near-blinding white void. If it weren’t for the obvious bottom you were walking on, you would’ve been highly concerned you were going to fall for an eternity and a day.

It also felt hauntingly room temperature. A little too even.

You turned to him, the open door, his outfit, him and you being the only colors in this massive nothingness. “What is this place?” You looked at him and were not sure whether or not to be put out or confused.

“Soon...give it time…” He purred.

You turned around and put your face in your hands to hide it. A slight groan slid out of your throat.

You decided to follow his instructions and went around mildly exploring to see what this all was. Maybe it was some gift and he was having it be hidden somewhere within all this white?

Maybe this was some obscure Time Lord fetish?

In your mind, this was going on forever.

“Is it time yet?” You whined.

He was breathing gently, whispering eyes closed, suddenly the eyes snapped open, “Oh, I feel it soon, some are not mentally cooperating here.” He smirked like an inside joke happened to befall him, and only him.

You blew out air from your lips and let it bubble over your lips. You were getting very bored. You blinked a few times pointedly in his general direction and sighed melodramatically and twirled at your hair.

You began to rub at the bridge of your nose in frustration and were about ready to march your ass back in there and shut this whole thing down. Then the hair on the back of your neck began to prickle and you felt the air pressure shift and drop suddenly. As if you were in a plane that made a hard landing or something. Your ears certainly were popping and crackling like a bowl of wet Rice Krispies.

A gentle, yet persistent ringing started in your ears as what sounded like a door slamming open. You yelped and legged it to the TARDIS door before the Master comically caught your arm and turned you around.

“I’m arriving!” He pointed out as a man who resembled that Prime Minister that killed the US president then was shot by his wife but older and hotter strode out, eyes both fish dead and suspicious and alight, with your screwdriver in his hand.

He was dressed in all black save for a sliver of red on an inner lapel.

The Master shot some sideways finger guns at him and smiled, “Welcome me!” He then raised his hands in a very “let’s do lunch!” Fashion. “The other may be coming soon! Pet! Come meet my past!” He pointed at himself then made a flourish with his arm towards the taller man

“Your past?” The man glared at the Master.

“Don’t tell me this is what I become…” He crossed his arms cynically.

“Meet the Master!” He proudly showed you off, holding a possessive hand on your shoulder and hunching down as he spun you around and forward. “I’ve got to drag the best of me kicking and screaming here and make it so I don’t remember this at all.” He smiled and flopped his hands out and up.

You offered a cautious hand out to the man before you.

He took it, but looked highly annoyed, especially after Your Master started speaking in Gallifreyan and even begged a bit.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like that crazy Prime Minister?” You asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.

“Oh, you’re very observant!” He replied, bitingly sarcastic. “Does he keep you around for your excellent inductive reasoning skills?” He kept looking at Your Master, like he was so disappointed and pissed off.

He went over and you grabbed at his arm and instructed, “Don’t interrupt him.” You smarted.

He looked at you and went to his screwdriver, and you went to yours. Like a bad western movie- high noon happening in the white void.

“That’s mine!” He growled and went for it.

You stuck your tongue out at him, “Mine now!”

This Master was hot, but an annoyance. None of this Master’s tenderness nor wit.

He glowered at you and you rolled your eyes as you saw two waltz out of other doors in the void. A tall man with green snake-eyes and a floor length Matrix coat and a small dandy sort in a smart old fashioned suit.

Your Master stopped and snapped back to reality.

“Welcome!” He cooed.

“This is my pet...and once Missy and another one of me come…’ He shrugged and blushed and smiled, his fingers twiddling on the backs of his hands, he looked half gone mentally, but you had to admit, the disheveled look really did suit him best. It was so slutty and his blush suited his favorite purple and gold tones so well.

“I have a special request!” He smiled and gaped his mouth.

You were scraping the palms of your hands with your index fingers trying to get your attention back to assess these new Masters before you.

Though, you though, You were finally going to meet the shopkeeper killer hat lady herself! That was a fun thought.

The tall one was an American and he just waved and did a half nod.

The dandy strutted towards you with such confidence. “A radiant beauty..” He brusquely whispered, kissing your hand like a prince from a Disney film. “I am, as you know, the Master.” He traced an elegantly gloved hand down the side of your face, “Tell me, what luck did happen to me, to find such a beautiful travel companion.”

You half scrunched your face, half beamed, as this one was trying to charm the pants off of you. “Honestly, just kind of happened. He saw me once and decided to steal me.” You laughed and felt yourself curtsy.

Your Master came over and chuckled, “Did you just curtsy?”

You looked at him and made a jumble of indignant noises at him. He rolled his eyes and turned you around, a man dressed head to toe in velvet with tails and a neat beard and glowing blue eyes came forth and looked like he hit the jackpot.

“A room filled with me? My my, aren’t I a lucky bastard.” He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows.

“Hello, sailors and soldiers.” A sharp Scottish accent trilled out as a short woman dressed like Evil Mary Poppins undulated out, “And human?” She asked. “Oohhh…” She leered and sat on an umbrella she had, kicking her leg out.

“Has my male egos gotten big enough for an orgy?” She cheesed.

Your Master clapped his hands and tried to get order, “I’m right. This is an orgy.”

“My beautiful, talented, dashing and clever little girl here has always wanted to be in an orgy and also wanted to be in a gang bang.”

You slammed your palms to your forehead and shrieked, “Some thoughts! Are meant! To be! Private?” Hitting a new octave with every breath.

He smiled, “Pet, it’s only me who knows.” Half assuring you, half mocking, “Well, now me...and me. But it’s only technically two people.”

The beardy Prime Minister one balked, “You assembled us all together to please some sack of ape flesh?”

“Hey, in an indeterminate amount of, G-d knows how much time, this sack of ape flesh? Your main squeeze.” You called him out and curled into your Master’s side.

“Now, I don’t wanna share, and I want her dreams to come true, so I’ve been assessing her crushes she’s had over the years, from Hans Gruber to the gal who played Lilith in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and I’ve gotten the best of us together.” He started to justify, with hand gestures.

“So, since she’s been really good lately, and she’s excelled in her Gallifreyan lessons and her TARDIS flying skills are way better than the Doctor…’ He paused, as if he were Jerry Seinfeld, doing a punchline.

He raised his arms.

“Have at her, just return her in one piece.”

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, “Happy birthday, little pet…”

You turned to him, and your mind raced. Was it your birthday? You’d lost track of all remnants of time. But if your birthday was today, what an interesting gift.

There was a mixed assent from the assembled audience.

Missy was already taking her clothes off singing some outdated bubblegum pop song.

The swarthy one went and slightly dragged Your Master to the side while the Prime Minister one lounged playing with his laser screwdriver. The rest of the Masters were comparing and contrasting a very different screwdriver.

Missy, with all the energy of a drunk preschooler was already naked and prancing around cheering, “Mommies got some moves to show you all!”

You were having a moment or two, a semi-nervous creak escaping your lips.

“But, I cannot take a partner I do not yet know!” You heard the swarthy one counsel to Your Master. “And presumably will forget once this is over...no paradoxes or rips in time to create, I presume?”

Yours leaned over gently and placed his hands on his knees. “Trust me, this one’s worth it. And duh, I’m not a moron.” He assured his younger self.

“Go strike up a conversation- she’s loads of fun!”

You were feeling a bit overwhelmed.

But oddly ballsy.

“Okay,” you nervously demanded answers, “Before we begin…” You glared at the Prime Minister pointedly, “Does anyone have an STDs? Can Time Lords get the clap?”

“Why did you think I have one?”

“Harry Saxon fucked. A lot of your ex interns told tales after you got nerfed by your dang wife. To the Press.” You straightened up and took a bold step forward. The ghost of who you were outside this room creeping into your core. If it was your birthday, the birthday girl couldn’t be spoken down to in any way, shape or form. A fire built in your chest.

“Unless you’re scared of disappointing me? What is your current body lacking?” You made a hooking motion and crinkled your nose at him.

“Give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you.”

You rolled your eyes but suddenly Missy popped onto your shoulder, pressing her naked body into the fabric of your clothing. “Come on, let’s have fun! If no one else is going to ruin you, I will!” She blew a raspberry in your ear before yanking you down and pantsing you on the spot.

“Nice bottom!” She drew on in her brusque Scottish accent before pinching your ass hard.

She pulled you down on top of her and wrestled you down from behind before pinning you down with her legs.

She smiled and hunkered down before biting your neck and licking the blood she drew off your neck.

“Girls night!” She screamed as she somehow managed to produce a strap on that was both hyper realistic, yet comically large out of the pockets of her nearby overcoat. “Stay put, poppet, Mommy’s going to fuck you much harder than Sad-Eyes over there can!”

You looked over, noticing that Velvet Daddy Master was stroking his cock watching you and Missy tangle on the floor and Your Master had taken to arguing with the Silver Prime Minister Master. Your Master hit him on the top of the head. (Quite a feat considering the three inches that the victim had on Your Master.) The Swarthy Gentleman Master sat watching the thing, a twinkling of mischief in his eye as he lazily lit a cigar and observed. Obviously weighing pros and cons. You could respect someone who did that.

“Watch it kiddies!” Missy said whipping her strap around before entering you without any regard for other foreplay besides wrestling and biting.

You screamed a little.

“Oh! You scream! Fascinating!” She flicked a switch on the side of the harness and it began to vibrate as she shivered. You assumed it was pleasuring her as she thrust into you.

The Velvet one made his way over and pet your lips gently with a velvet gloved hand. He had his bare hand on his pale, long cock.

“You have such elegant lips! I think I’ll fuck your face to feel them...” He muttered, almost making it seem like a question.

He gently stroked your lips and gently slid a few gloved fingers in, mesmerizing you gently, taking precautions with you. He seemed like a good fellow, like someone who’d get the door for you just to see your ass walk in. Filthy but genteel.

He stroked your hair before he pardoned himself into you, gently thrusting in and out of your mouth while Missy made like a runaway jackhammer.

So many emotions took over you, and sensations.

The American Master sat behind Missy and stroked your legs and sucked on your toes. You had to stifle a laugh so as to not bite the cock in your mouth. If anyone was to have a toe worship fetish, it had to be the American.

Your Master walked over and asked you if you were having fun and felt okay, you gave a quick thumbs up.

He laughed and sat next to you, crossed legged.

“So, after this, I figured we would go to Taco Bell and or a Nandos. I have another gift to give you.” He told you, as if you were leg up on the side of the counter and he was making coffee, plotting the day.

The nonchalance was oddly off-putting…

You felt guilty for that thought, here he was ripping time and space apart, probably committing several war crimes and doing ten other unnatural things and you were focused on his tone of voice.

He hummed lightly as he stroked your skin lovingly.

The American Master bent Missy over and asked her to move along and made her sit somewhat on his lap, while he entered your ass with no prep and started massaging and tweaking at Missy’s nipples, which truly kicked her and him into a speed competition. You were mildly worried and aroused and so confused at once, but all your faith that Your Master would monitor this all.

You felt him in your mind, Assuring you that the moment you were no longer having fun, that he’d shove all them away with all he had and anything that it would take, and that he’d spend the rest of the day taking care of you.

Despite generally being into this, you nearly cried. He really did care about you.

The Silver one was sulking, but eying up the scene with a primal curiosity. Not that you had much of a view of anything at that moment, but with your heightened awareness and all the nerves in your body rapid firing, sending many messages, you were picking up on everything.

It was a kind of heaven though. You were being used and pleasured and you had to admit, the Master was hot in all these bodies. Your Master had given you an attractive smorgasboard of himself. You just had to focus on being a hole and enjoying this experience.

The Swarthy Master came over and still had his cigar and twirling it.

“Elder me, my dear. May I take over massaging. I cannot partake currently in experiencing this vision carnally, but I can pleasure her!” He produced a small vial of a fragrant oil and massaged your breasts and abdomen and hips. He found the tight knots in your shoulders and lightly moved his other self as he straddled you and lightly sat on you, working on your shoulders and you felt him release a warmth into your brain. It wasn’t like Your Master’s mind probing, but it was similar enough that you let him in and he pleasured you mentally. You felt two Masters in your mind and it was highly irregular and yet, totally reconcilable. Your Master was guiding you, protecting you and keeping check on you, this one was giving you pleasure and a tender warm, tingling relaxation.

You gave in to all the sensations and breathed in and out of your nose. You had literally nothing to do, as everyone seemed to be self sufficient here.

You liked feeling useful.

So you just let the two Master’s presences take over you.

Soon enough though, you saw the Silver one come over, completely stark naked and start shoving versions of himself over in an untamed fashion and fully erect.

“I’m going to cum in your whore!” He spit at your Master, who was tenderly holding your hand and stroking your thumb. “And you lot are just going to have to continue elsewhere.” He ordered. “Then I’m leaving!”

Your Master was about ready to tell him off, but you patted him and looked compassionately. “Hey, let him. Then we can continue on without his grumpy aura around.” You smiled then smirked at the two.

He shoved Missy out of you and plunged in, bracing his full weight over you and thrusting and berating you and your Master, as well as making an alphabetized list of why humans were the lowest species to ever evolve. It was fun but he came and then went.

Afterwards you all lazily returned to your dogpile, Missy attacked your hair with fake flowers and florist berries she kept dragging out of her coat's pockets.

They all came, and you came multiple times.

Missy opted for a girl chat after her orgasms and doing your makeup and hair fancy, “For your date night...keep fresh…” She ordered, smearing you with kisses.

The Swarthy gentleman gave you a few puffs of his cigar and kissed your hand, “My dearest, I was pulled from an important meeting with some Autons, but I regret not taking company with you in this lifetime.” Then kissed you deeply, in a very old Hollywood style then shaking Your Master’s hand, “You take care of her. You need her more than she needs you.”

He rolled his eyes at that and you thought you heard him mutter, ‘Duh.”

One by one the other Masters left after communicating.

Missy was the last, kept trying to convince you to run away for more girlie time and “Mommy’s special fun!” You laughed and hugged her, assuring her that waiting would be worth it. And more fun for her.

She left after a pouting match with your Master.

“They’ll forget this ever happened.” You said sadly, returning to the inside of your TARDIS.

“But you won’t.”

You went and got cleaned up, you had already arrived outside of a Taco Bell, and the Master was dressed down in a tee-shirt, a button up, a patterned outback vest and jeans with purple socks.

You ordered your food and sat on the swirling high seats and sipped at your drink.

The Master produced a small box and handed it to you, his big eyes beaming at you.He never looked more beautiful, all filled with himself. You had the best looking one, and he was yours. He smelled the best and every cell of him screamed “Home” and “Yours”.

“Be careful, that canary you ate might ruin your burrito.” You observed.

Carefully opening the box, you found a diamond on a long silver chain.

“Wow. It’s so beautiful!” You kissed his cheek, “Thank you!”

“It’s a warp star. You crush it and it’ll explode anything that I can’t keep you safe from…” He swallowed down harshly, “Because…” He swallowed again, “Because…” He inhaled sharply and let it out quickly, “I love you.” Then he clammed up and took a big sip, blushing furiously. A tear starting to leak from his eye and more threatening in the other.

You started to cry, “You love me?” You questioned.

It took a few more side-eye sips and a shaky breath, “Yes. I love you.”

You knew how hard that it was to admit that for anyone, especially him. You hugged him and fastened it to your neck, it dangling beautifully under your collar.

With a careful whisper, “I love you too…”

“Happy birthday little pet.”

“Thank you, Master. Best one of my life.” She smiled and pulled yourselves together.

You both finished your meal and walked hand in hand to the TARDIS. He bathed you again that night and you joined him in the solarium, you fell asleep shortly after him.

You dreamed a dream of him, your Master. Your One, your Only, yours and no one else's...

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