#sorry for being a little tardy in my reply!

[philistiniphagottini]

Hiiiii, its me again lmao can I ask for a Jing Yuan oneshot with fem reader what if somebody close to him casually and unexpectedly confessed to him, like, she thinks it's normal for him to have somebody confess to him so reader just did so casually in the middle of their interaction, a little flustered, but doesn't make it too obvious.

Thank youuuu~♡ sorry about earlier btw, i got too excited when I saw you want to take requests and forgot that rules exist 😭 but you're so nice for correcting me, so thanks again.. and i hope you enjoy as well 😊 🥰

Hi! Thank you for the request. Lol, it's okay, you're a good egg. I understand that you were excited and I appreciate the enthusiasm. It all worked out in the end so there's nothing to worry about. I really hope you like this, I had a lot of fun writing this and I don't think I'll ever get bored of writing for Jing Yuan.

cw. fluff, love confessions, female reader, 2.3k words

“You’re late.”

Those were the first words out of your mouth when General Jing Yuan finally showed up to your appointed lunch meet up. You tried to not let your disdain show as your nails tapped against the wooden table, tapping to an unknown beat as Jing Yuan took a seat across from you. There was an obvious pinch in your furrowed brow as your eyes briefly drifted over Jing Yuan only to be greeted by his lackadaisical smile. You should be used to his tardiness by now, he tended to run on his own internal clock. Yet somehow, you were still irritated as you pressed the seam of your lips into a tight, thin line.

The warm rays of sunshine danced off Jing Yuan’s face, the light almost as blinding as his smile as he settled in his seat on the private terrace. The gentle breeze played with the tips of his white mane of hair, rustling the bright red ribbon tied into a neat bow as you idly watched the movement from the corner of your eye. Your attention snapped back to Jing Yuan as he cleared his throat, his smile turning warm as he greeted you with soft eyes. 

“My apologies for being late” he said. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

You took a deep and calming breath, trying to let your seething resentment breeze past your lips and be lost in the dancing winds that rustled through the trees. You lightly shook your head as you straightened up in your seat.

“Not long, I suppose” you replied with a soft huff. 

Jing Yuan tilted his head to the side, his eyes shimmering with endearment at the small little pout that formed on your lips. He waited for you to continue speaking, sensing the question that itched at the back of your scalp and lay heavy on your tongue. Your eyes focused on the little beauty spot just under his warm, honey coloured eyes, unable to look directly into his piercing gaze lest you be lost forever in their depths. 

“So, why are you late?”

Jing Yuan waved his hand through the air, brushing off your question as a warm chuckle pushed past his lips. He shook his head.

“Do not worry about it” he replied.

Your gaze narrowed and your ears itched something fierce as you were waved off. Was he trying to tease you, knowing that you would be deathly curious now to wring an answer out of him? Sometimes, you think that Jing Yuan did subtly like to tease you, holding an air of mystery about him, keeping his cards close to his chest and a smile that told you that he knew something that you didn’t. And you really wanted to squeeze an answer out of him now. With a small and undignified huff, you crossed your arms over your chest and it took every ounce of Jing Yuan’s willpower not to coo at the adorable pout that tugged on your plump lips.

“It must have been something important, if it required the General’s rapt attention” you surmised.

Jing Yuan’s smile didn’t falter as you subtly tried to prod at him for more information, your body leaning forward slightly in your chair as your ears perked up for the next few words to slip past his lips. A warm hum stirred in the back of Jing Yuan’s throat as he lay his hands in front of him on the table, tracing the tips of his fingers over the dips in the wooden frame. 

“You could say that” he replied with a firm nod and a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. 

You waited for a brief moment, still leaning forward in your chair as you waited with baited breath.

“So?” you prompted. 

The corners of Jing Yuan’s lips twitched a little higher, seeing as he now had your complete and undivided attention. He was pleased that you weren’t so cranky anymore now that your attention was diverted elsewhere. 

“I had someone profess their love to me on the way over to meet you, that was all” Jing Yuan divulged.

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline as you gave the General an incredulous look. Why was he talking so casually about it like he was observing the weather? Your arms fell from your chest and you almost jumped out of your seat to launch yourself across the table at him. 

“Another?” you squawked. “That’s the third one this week!”

Jing Yuan laughed at the perturbed look on your face as you tried to wrap your head around it. You knew he was General and quite popular on the Luofu but sometimes, it was just a little ridiculous how much people fought for his attention. You had been friends with Jing Yuan for such a long time and no matter how many times this happened to him, you would still be astounded how casual Jing Yuan acted about the entire situation, like some poor soul didn’t just pour their heart out to him only to have him turn them down. Speaking of…You swallowed thickly, tongue darting over your lips as you considered your next words carefully, settling back in your seat as you cleared your throat with a polite cough.

“So, what did you say?” you inquired. 

Jing Yuan quirked a bemused snowy brow in your direction as his smile turned coy. “Oh, interested to know?”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you bit the inside of your cheek. “You know I am. Come on, spill the tea.”

Jing Yuan continued to smile as he leaned forward in his chair, shoulders raised in a small shrug.

“What is there to spill? I turned them down, of course.”

Your eyes brightened at his words and you could feel your heart sing with joy. You let go of the breath you didn’t even realise you were holding and sighed in relief. You weren’t sure where in your relationship that your friendship started to turn and mean something more to you. Every time you heard someone confess to him, there was always a sense of panic that would knot in the pit of your stomach as your heart lodged itself in your throat in anticipation. But the amount of relief you would feel when he denied them always put you at ease, after feeling a little guilty about it. After all, they had plucked up the courage to admit their feelings and yet you were more of a coward. It was an inner turmoil you struggled with on a near, daily basis and you feared that if you didn’t act soon, someone else may just steal him away from you.

Jing Yuan continued to speak but you didn’t quite catch what he was saying, pulse racing frantically in your ears as you pondered on what you were about to do next. With the amount of people he had confessing to him, maybe you could try and shoot your shot as well. The worst he could say was no. You swallowed around the hard lump in your throat as you idly chewed on the dry skin around your cracked lips, your cheeks warm as the words suddenly came spilling from your mouth like a flowing river. 

“You know, I think I should probably confess my feelings too, since half of the Luofu has already done it…”

“Hm?”

Jing Yuan paused with what he was saying when he heard you speak up, immediately swallowing his words as his ears pricked towards your meek voice. He blinked owlishly down at you, trying to process what you had just said for what felt like an eternity. After a brief pause, he stirred and smiled at you.

“Did you say something?” he asked.

It felt like your heart dropped down into your stomach and your skin fluctuated between icy cold chills and a rapid hot flush. You shook your head as you placed your shaky hands on the table as you pushed yourself upright, planning to make a quick escape so you could go bury yourself in a nest of blankets and cry for the next few days as you berated yourself for how stupid this idea was. 

“Nope. Nothing. Not a damn thing” you stuttered in a flustered rush. “I have to leave now. Excuse me.”

Before you could get a chance to tuck your tail between your legs and make a swift exit, Jing Yuan reached over the table and grabbed your wrists before slamming your hands back to the table. The sharp sound rang in your ears as you cringed, eyes nervously flitting up to Jing Yuan. He smiled warmly at you. You tried to tug your hands free but he wouldn’t budge.

“Repeat what you said” Jing Yuan said in a slow and firm tone. 

Gone was the dozing General. Now you were forced to deal with the war General that had been steering the Luofu clear of disasters for several centuries. And he would not brook your disobedience. You couldn't muster up the strength to try and leave. Not that Jing Yuan would let you get away with such an attempt. A shiver tickled the base of your spine as you lowered your gaze, chin tucked into your chest as you quietly murmured to yourself. He squeezed his hands around your wrists, the large palms of his hands warm and almost swallowing your tiny hands whole. 

“Raise your head when you speak” Jing Yuan said. “I cannot hear you when you murmur like that.”

Irritation prickled at the back of your scalp and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you were put on the spot. Like he asked, you raised your head and jutted your chin out as you bared your teeth at him.

“Who are you? My Mother?” you grumbled with a biting tone.

“I will act like it if you keep giving me that attitude” he playfully bit back.

A long sigh blew past your lips as your shoulders sagged in defeat. You slowly raised your head, a frown tugging at your lips as you gave him big, sad doe eyes. It made his own gaze lose its sharpness as his eyes suddenly went soft at the little pout that crossed your visage. You idly scuffed your shoe along the floor.

“Why do you always have to be so mean to me?” you lamented.

A soft chuckle stirred in Jing Yuan’s chest. “Because it’s fun to tease you.”

Your cheeks puffed up as your pretty, soused lashes fluttered over your burning cheeks. Jing Yuan soothed the erratic beat of your heart as he drew his thumbs in circles over the fluttering pulse of your wrists, giving you a moment to gather your thoughts before he spoke in a soft voice. 

“Speak to me, my dear.”

The term of endearment that breezed past his lips made you weak in the knees as you slowly crumbled under his alluring charm. You almost collapsed back down in your chair, the tips of your fingers tingling with numbness as you poked them into the rough calluses adorning Jing Yuan’s weathered hands. You turned your words over in your mind before trying to speak to him without the anxiety trying to force your throat to close up. 

“I like you, Jing Yuan” you said. “Really, really like you. So much that I want you to maybe, possibly consider…going out with me?”

Your head was a mess and your sentences felt like a jumble of incoherent words strung together. Your emotions were violently swinging from side to side like an unstable pendulum and you were so surprised that you hadn’t gotten whiplash by now. You hated it when Jing Yuan put you on the spot like this and roasted you in the open fires of a furnace with his scrutinising gaze. Once your confession spilled past your lips, Jing Yuan snorted in response. Your face fell flat. 

“Did you just snort at me, General?” you asked, trying to keep the venom out of your voice.

His shoulders shook with mirth before he roared with laughter. Not exactly the response you were expecting. Your jaw clenched as a soft hiss whistled through your teeth.

“You’re hurting my feelings, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan shook his head as he squeezed your hands with reassurance. “I apologise. I’m just so…elated, to hear you say that.”

You blinked owlishly down at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Really?”

Jing Yuan rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, his demeanour slipping back into casual and playful as he raised your hands to his lips. His breath was warm as if puffed against your skin and you couldn’t tear your gaze off the way his lips parted around a soft coo of your name. 

“Of course. Why do you think I keep inviting you to these lunch dates?”

Your brain stopped functioning properly the second you felt his lips ghost over the back of your hands. That and what he had just casually admitted. The gears in your head started to chug and whirl as you came upon a sudden realisation. Had Jing Yuan been subtly hinting at you his true feelings this entire time and you were too dense to pick up on them? You were about to experience the five stages of grief within the span of ten seconds. 

“You…should have made your intentions clearer” you said. 

A mischievous smirk curled on his lips as he gave you a sly wink. “Now where’s the fun in that?” he purred as he kissed your hands again.

There was a scathing remark itching somewhere at the back of your mind but you lost it somewhere in the clutter of thoughts running a mile a minute through your skull. 

“We’ve wasted a lot of time” you pointed out. 

“Then I guess we’ll just have to make up for it.”

[natailiatulls07]

Wholesome moments

Formula one grid & female!driver!reader

Summary - 5 wholesome moments

Warning - none tbh, happy crying?? Being drunk??

Reader drives for RedBull

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One - Late to post race press

I was in my drivers room, relaxing after a race. Strolling through tiktok when my manager, Emma, rushs in looking annoyed. "Oh hi Emma" I offer her a small smile which seems to only annoy her more.

"What are you doing?!" Her tone angry, by now I was confused. Pointing down to my phone which had a random tiktok playing on repeat. "You have the post race press, it was meant to start ten minutes ago but their waiting on you!" It was only then when I finally looked at the time, she was right.

Jumping up from the leather sofa, rushing out of my room toward the conference room with Emma close behind. Walking in, I could see everyones eyes on me. "Hey...so sorry for my tardiness" Laughing at myself awkwardly whilst everyone soon joined in with laughter.

Sit down in my seat between Fernando and Carlos. "So tell us Y/n what was so important that time fell away from you?" Turning my head to Daniel who had a smug smile on his face.

"Well if you must know Danny, tiktok has become very addictive recently" I wore a sheepish smile on my face as the room once again erupted in laughter.

"See kids these days, hooked to their phone" Daniel replied, shaking his head knowingly. It wsm't long before the laughter died down and we started press with myself in attendance.

Two - Prankster

If there was one thing on the paddock that I was known for it would be my notorious prank on anyone and everyone. LIke one time, I posted a instagram announcing 'my retirement'. This meant that I had my phone blowing up, texts, comments, missed calls and etc. I remember about two minute after I posted the instagram, I could a call from Christian. "Hey Chris!"

"What the hell Y/n?! What is going on with your instagram post?" I had to surpress my laughter and acted somewhat sad. He sounded upset, this made me feel almost sad for him.

"Oh yeah I know that its the middle of the season but I found some thing better for myself.." It was going great, I loved it. After a few seconds of silence, he came back to his sense.

"What could you have possible found that is better than not only driving for Redbull but for formula one?!" His voice was soon becoming more and more annoyed, and what I was about to say would set him off.

It was really hard to surpress myself from laughing when I told him the 'better thing'. "Have you ever heard of dog food tasters?" One could only imagine what his head was going through.

Yet again there was a few seconds of an awakward silence, a silence to sit through and not laugh. "Y/n... you're kidding me, you're the fussiest person I have ever met! And you're going to from fucking formula one and redbull to a dog food taster... you won't even drink coffee, let alone dog food!"

I could no longer hold in my laughter, doubling over I could hear Chris questioning my laugh. "Oh my god! You actually believed me, Christian I'm not leave redbull or formula one. I just pranked you" Dead silence until I heard Christian chuckle.

“I should of known, you little prankster��� Let’s just say for the rest of the day, my phone would not turn off. Nearly every other driver on the grid calling, anxiety coursing through their heads.

Three - the little weight

It was the yearly FIA prize giving ceremony, everyone swapped out of their uniforms for gowns and suits. Hair and makeup done.

Sat in the buzzing venue, the night of celebrations meant I had not kept track of the amount of alcohol I was downing. Until I was announced as rookie of the year.

Raising from my seat, I made my way to stage. The crowd were clapping and cheering, I could see the other drivers sporting proud smiles.

Arriving to the mic which sat in the middle of the stage, I was handed my trophy. “Oh wow, thank you! I would like to say that I love you all and I’m that I want to thank Alex Turner for this because he is hot!” All it was rambling, I continued to ramble until Lando stood up from his seat.

“Quick question! Y/n how many drinks have you had?” His voice contained both concerns and amusement.

Holding up my free hand with two fingers, almost proudly. This small gesture made everyone burst into a light laughter. “Oh god! You are so drunk..” Lando trailed off whilst climbing up the stairs before walking me off stage.

“Come on, I think it’s time we start getting some water down you and maybe getting you home” He continued to walk me over to the grand reception where we waited for a taxi and drank some water.

-

Waking up the next morning, I was in my bed. Looking over at my phone, I could see a text from Lando along with other notifications probably regarding last night.

‘Hey kiddo, I managed to get you back to your apartment last night. Maybe next time don’t drink as much

Lots of love your big brother’

Checking social media, I immediately got embarrassment as my drunken ramble went viral.

Four - First F1 podium

“Okay Leclerc and Hamilton have a hot 7 seconds gap between you and them, keep pushing” It was the Austrian race and I had somehow settled myself into p2.

My anxiety was on an all time high when I was racing but currently being in p2 made that anxiety worsen. “Copy..” I was focused on getting that podium.

It would be my first podium, and even if I didn’t stand in pole position I would be happy. “How many laps left?” I asked my race engineer through the radio, I wanted to finish the race as soon as possible.

“Only two laps left, you can do it!” Only two that was reassuring to say the least. I could hear crowd cheering but I didn’t let that next my focus from the p2 spot.

“One lap left! Keep pushing!” One lap. One more lap until could stand on that podium for the first time. I accelerated the car, there was no chance I would catch Max but I had to keep that distance from the Ferrari and Mercedes behind me.

“There’s the checkered flag! You can do!” I could see the line and flag waving in the distance, it was only when I crossed the line that I really let my focus go and come to the realisation that I was on the podium.

“I did it! I fucking did it! P2 baby! That’s what I like to hear!” I could my race engineer laugh at my antics of the radio, whilst also tell me that they were incredibly proud.

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Standing on the podium, I looked over at the crowd. A large smile was planted on my face. “Kiddo you did it! You’re on the podium!” I heard Max who was of course in p1 exclaim beside me.

I was soon soaked in sweet champagne, I didn’t care if it ruined my hair. All I cared about was the position I finished today’s race with.

Five - P1…oh how I like this view

Once again I was sat in the redbull car, awaiting for my the race to begin. I was very lucky to be granted pole position in Monaco of all places. It was tense as we all waited for the five lights to flash out.

And when the did, I was off leaving the wait line in no time. Tackling every tight curve, accelerating when ever I saw someone even get close to me.

I could feel the blazing sun down on my race suit. I could smell the scent of burning rubber. I could hear crowds who had lined the tracks. I could taste the exhaust filled air. But I felt like I had gone blind, just focusing on the track and maintaining my car from any possible damage.

Whilst in pit stop, my anxiety ran through the heavens. Just wanting to get back on the track and end with my win.

I was up against some of the best of the best. And I had to hold onto the pole position, hold onto that winning position.

“Verstappen is just over 5 seconds behind you so not much of a gap, keep pushing when you can” My race engineer was aware of anxiety when it came to racing, but she was also aware of my hunger for that winning position.

“Copy, how many laps?” Once again I was twisting around the narrow corners.

“Three, if you push the gap bigger you’ll probably win!” That’s was all I needed to give me motivation to push as hard as I can.

Pressing down on the accelerator, I heard the rumbling of my car increase in sound.

-

After three agonising laps, I could see the checkered flag being waved. Tears were welling up on my waterline. It was only when I cross that finish line when I then let them fall down my cheeks.

“I did… I’m first” I whispered, so only myself and my face engineer could hear. It was barely audible over the loud crowds who were cheering me on for my first win.

-

Finally standing above the number felt great. I felt tall, empowered, unstoppable and proud. Everyone was cheering as I was handed the trophy. Off to the side were the rest of the drivers who hadn’t won podium stood smiling up at me.

I felt that familiar family love once again. I always did whether I didn’t place top ten or if I had gotten to that first place position. I would be lying if I didn’t feel that love to them in return.

[7ndipity]

Quiet

Hobi x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about Hobi realizing that it's okay to not always be his sunshiny self around you.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @seleneacyoflove for requesting this, as well as the lovely anon who sent this headcanon! This is short and kinda eh, but I hope you’ll still like it💜

Masterlist

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Quiet was something that Hobi had learned to avoid over the years. Quiet was awkward, quiet meant concerned glances and inquiries. In his work, quiet meant stagnation. Even on his own, he had come to dread the silence.

But after weeks of packed schedules and non-stop traveling and rehearsals, fatigue had finally weighed him down enough that nothing could possibly compel him to move from the place where he’d spent the better part of the last hour, resting heavily against your side on the sofa, head on your shoulder while your hands traced absent-minded patterns on his skin.

The two of you hadn’t gotten to spend any time together in weeks, but mercifully, you had managed to match up your schedules so that you had an entire weekend together to catch up and reconnect.

Normally he would be bouncing off the walls with excitement; no work, no worries, just you and him and two days of freedom to do whatever you wanted. And although he was happy to finally have time with you, he was so unbelievably tired that he found himself drifting, unable to find the energy to add much to your conversation throughout dinner, just quietly basking in the comforting rhythm and cadence of your voice.

Eventually though, you fell quiet as well, letting silence settle over the two of you as you cuddled together watching tv, his eyes on the screen but not taking in anything that was going on, his mind wandering further as a faint sense of guilt began to swirl in his stomach.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly said in a quiet voice.

You looked down at him, confused. “For what?”

“For not being here.” He said, playing with your fingers as he avoided your eyes.

You intertwined your hand with his, stilling his movements.

“You are here.” You said gently.

He shook his head. “Not properly, not how I want to be.”

He was always known as everyone’s sunshine, their energy, their hope. But at moments like this, when he was so drained and distant, he felt like he was letting you down.

He was pulled from that train of thoughts by the feeling of your lips against his cheek, glancing up to meet your gaze, your face full of understanding.

“That’s okay. Everyone needs quiet time, there’s nothing wrong with that.” You said. “I don’t mind being like this with you.”

And in a way, it was such a simple statement, but the sense of relief that it caused to wash over him was so profound, it was like he could breathe properly for the first time in he didn’t know how long, his whole body relaxing back against you, letting his head slowly droop to rest on your shoulder again.

You were still looking at him with a small smile. “Is there anything you need me to do? Do you want to just go on to bed?”

He shook his head, snuggling closer to you.

“Can we stay here?” He asked. “At least for a little longer?”

“We can stay here as long as you want.” You replied, letting your fingers resume their previous activity, tracing tiny designs along his arm.

“Thank you.” He whispered, the silence that surrounded the two of you for once not feeling suffocating to him. Instead, it felt comforting, like slipping into bed at the end of a long day. It felt peaceful, safe.

“Anytime, baby.”

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[melucomarket]

For art request. Would love to see Dick and Tim being feral chaos brothers. They enabled each other so hard in Tim's Robin days and I find it hilarious. If that doesn't inspire, no worries. Thanks for sharing your art with the batfandom!

Super sorry for the tardy reply, college shook me out of all my creativity (so sorry if the dick & Tim chaotic energy doesn’t go as hard as in the comics lmaooo, love those boys though) but I made a little gif for ya!

Also ofc! I love sharing my stuff, glad ppl are enjoying it as well, hehe!

I do think dick & Tim would bully Jason whenever they’d have the opportunity if he hadn’t bit it too early in the game 🤧

Hope you enjoy! :D

(Breakdown if the gif’s captions are too fast)

[awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce]

Peace At Last

A purely self-indulgent Ten x Reader fic because I just love Ten so much okay! (gif made by me)

Let me know what you think!

Read on ao3

Tagging some people I’ve recently followed who I think might like it: @denaliwrites @tatennant @doctor-donnaa @quite-right-too @theetherealbloom @my-lonely-angel @casasupernovas @kbishop @tennant @raining-stars-somewhere-else @davidtennan-t

Ten x Reader, she/her/hers pronouns, one use of Y/N

(Sorry if this causes pain especially since it’s the last episode with Fourteen and David Tennant as The Doctor today. Wishing everyone so much love and hope you can cope with the pain we will all be experiencing in 5 hours!)

They bumped into each other.

Literally.

He wasn’t looking where he was going, just trying to focus on not collapsing in the street before he could make it back to the TARDIS, and she was coming out of a shop.

This was almost the end.

He could feel it.

He felt it when he saw Rose but he couldn’t let go.

Not yet.

He had one more stop.

He wanted to be near where she lived.

He just wanted to be near her.

One last time.

He didn’t want to wipe her memory but he had to.

It wasn’t like it was with Donna but he knew that one day she would die because of him and he didn’t want that.

He couldn’t bear the thought.

It had to be done so she could live and she never would have left of her own accord. She would never leave him willingly so what other choice did he have?

Especially after trying to change time and becoming The Time Lord Victorious. Look how that turned out.

Adelaide Brooke still died only it was his fault instead of it being an accident.

“Oh shit! Sorry! I should have been looking where I was going!” A voice said.

“No, it’s m-” He knew that voice. His luck really was great(!)

He must’ve paused for a beat too long because she spoke again. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

That was her all over. Always worrying and caring about others (him especially).

“Yeah! I’m fine!” He replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just feeling a bit under-the-weather. Winter and all, you know?” His voice didn’t sound like him. It was nervous, slightly high-pitched, and shook a little. He hoped that she didn’t know that there was something wrong.

“I know. You might want to invest in some actual winter clothes though to keep you warm. Converse and winter are not the best combination,” she laughed, looking him up and down at his unusual (to her now anyway) attire.

He could’ve cried and hugged her at hearing the jibe she’s told him multiple times while travelling with him. Instead, he forced himself to laugh and smile at her.

“Yeah, I suppose I should. Maybe one day,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. A habit that he had developed when he was nervous.

She would have noticed and usually tried to comfort him. But not now. The thought made his hearts ache.

“Sorry but do I know you?” She asked, staring at him with a slight frown. His hearts leapt into his throat. “You just seem so familiar. What’s your name?”

He quickly composed himself before replying with a classic phrase. “No, sorry, I don’t think you do. I guess I just have one of those faces. Name’s David. David Smith.”

She had told him to stop with the John Smith alias as “no-one believes that’s your name. I may as well call myself Jane Doe.” So he had changed it as soon as he wiped her mind. Just in case he ever saw her again and the name John Smith made her remember.

“David…” She trailed off, as if she was trying to place the name, still slightly frowning until the crease between her eyebrows eased. “I guess you do just face on of those faces. Sorry about that,” she finished, smiling sheepishly.

He mentally released a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

“No worries,” he replied, smiling to try to ease her embarrassment that he knew she was feeling.

She may not remember him but he still knew her like the back of every hand he’s ever had.

They stood there for a few moments, longer than two seemingly strangers should, just smiling at each other before she looked away, a light blush colouring her already flushed cheeks from the cold.

His hearts ached again and pain filled his entire being.

He would never get to see her blush from embarrassment due to looking at him for too long again.

“I should probably go before the snow gets worse,” she said.

He looked around and noticed that the snow had started to get heavier since they had been talking.

“Of course. Get home safe.” His voice cracked. Home should be in the TARDIS with him.

“You too. Before you go,” she said, putting a hand on his arm as he was turning the leave.

He could feel the pain of having to leave her almost bring him to his knees due to feeling her touch again. It had felt so long since he had felt that and he never wanted her to stop.

He would never feel her comforting touch or her hand in his again and he was starting to break

She was rummaging through her bag and took out a blue scarf. TARDIS blue.

“Here,” she said softly as she leaned up on her tip toes and wrapped it around his neck. “I don’t know why but I just bought this. It’s not really my thing and I don’t have anyone else to give it to but there was something in my mind that urged me to buy it. Maybe this was fate,” she chuckled. “There! Looks great!” She grinned, smoothing out the scarf and his breath caught as her fingers grazed the back of his head.

“Thank you, he responded quietly, tears filling his eyes “Truly. Thank you.” He took her hands in his and kissed the back of them.

“You’re very welcome,” she said, just as quietly as him, and blushed once more.

He let go of her hands and took a step back. He swore that he saw disappointment on her face at that.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it for too long as she had thrown her arms tightly around his waist and pressed her face into his chest, taking a deep breath of him in.

He wasn’t sure if his hearts had stopped completely or if they were beating so fast that he couldn’t feel them beating properly anymore.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, taking in the familiar and comforting scent.

The hug ended as quickly as it had started but before he could feel too disappointed, she had placed her hands on his shoulders, almost wrapping her arms around his neck like the scarf was, and pressed her lips to his cheek.

She stepped back and smiled brightly at him

“Merry Christmas, Doctor,” she said as she walked away.

He was frozen.

Did she just-?

Could she-?

No.

She couldn’t remember him.

Could she?

His brain was working faster than normal.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he called after her before he knew was he was doing.

She briefly turned back and waved, that beautiful smile still on her lips, lighting up her whole face.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, turning the corner as quickly as he could to find the TARDIS before him.

He could feel the old girl humming happily in his head and he smiled at her in return.

The image of his love didn’t leave his mind.

Not even as he noticed Ood Sigma.

Not even as he started to feel the pain of death returning.

Even when the Ood started singing to him and he felt himself burning, he could still see her.

Her smile bright and warm, helping him find peace.

At last.

~ A few streets away ~

“Huh. That was weird,” she said out loud.

Shrugging, she entered a café, still smiling and felt a warmth that travelled deep into her soul.

[m-ayo-o]

Mr. Fushiguro [I]

flirtation and humiliation with your professor part one | part two wc 2200

You have a meeting with Mr. Fushiguro, your personal tutor, this afternoon regarding your dissertation. You're dreading it a little, not only because you're unsure what your project will be, but Mr. Fushiguro is also incredibly intimidating and attractive. You often feel nervous during his seminars, or passing him in the corridor, but being alone with him makes you pretty anxious.

Despite feeling nervous, you arrive outside his office a few minutes early so as not to displease him. He hates tardiness. It seems as though he can hear you hovering outside his door as your knuckles hesitate inches from the wood. “You coming in or what?” You hear his deep voice, muffled from the inside.

You enter, a little startled, and step up to his desk as he flicks through some paperwork. He looks up at you as you stand fidgeting near the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “Sit.” He mutters and returns to his work. The quick glance he gives you with his striking green eyes is enough to make your heart rate increase as you take your seat. 

You feel intimidated by everything he does, everything he says, and it's like he knows you're so weak for him. The way you blush under his gaze and your shy glances at him give you away. You also avoid spending time with him alone, not without him noticing of course.

In fact, he notices and takes advantage of this. He often requests that you stay behind after lectures, just so he can talk to you some more, usually about your studies or just pointless small talk. He enjoys watching you squirm.

But today he can't be avoided. You fiddle with your skirt and wait patiently for him to finish what he's doing. As the clock ticks over to 4pm Mr. Fushiguro sets down his papers he was marking and straightens up in his chair, looking up at you with his piercing green eyes. 

“Y/n,” he greets you like he's only just seen you, “remind me what our meeting is about today.”

“I need to decide… what my dissertation project will be, sir,” you reply.

He taps his pen on the table, “Mm hmm. That should be easy for someone like you,” he strokes his neck then stretches his arms over his head, desperate to move after sitting down for too long.

“So, have you had any thoughts, y/n?” You look down, feeling flustered as his muscles flex, his shirt pulling tight over his chest. “Um…” You murmur and twist your hair.

“Look, did you come here for a chat or not?” He asks flatly. Mr. Fushiguro is impatient and snappy at times, which adds to his intimidating personality.

“S-sir, it’s not that I–” you start, unable to find your words as you look up at him again, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He’s enjoying the embarrassed look on your face as you can barely look into his eyes.

“So, what is it then?” His voice sounds rough and deep. You look down into your lap again, then try to look up at him, “I, I– I’m sorry, sir. I’m a little stuck for ideas at the moment. Can we discuss this over email?” You blurt out your excuses, unable to withstand his intense glaring for a second longer as you suddenly stand and turn, ready to bolt for the door.

“Y/n.” Mr. Fushiguro’s deep voice stops you in your tracks. He steps around his desk and sits on the edge as you turn to face him. He raises his finger and beckons for you to come back. “I told you to sit. I don’t remember permitting you to leave just yet,” he says as you step back towards him, your legs quivering as you fight the urge to run.

He pats the chair that’s right below him now, encouraging you to sit in front of him again– this time much closer. Although you feel like you're being ensnared in some kind of trap, you sit and peer up at him as he gets comfy on his desk, one leg lazily dangling off the edge as the other props him up. His trousers fit him so well– you can see his defined thigh muscles as the material stretches over him.

“If you’re not going to talk, then I’ll have to start.” He looks down at you with a smile. “I’ll begin with a question– one that you should easily be able to answer. Why do you act like this around me, y/n?” He asks as if it’s the simplest question in the world.

“A-act like what, sir…?” you trail off, realising that he’s going to be dissatisfied by this non-answer. “Don’t answer my question with another question, y/n.” He snaps predictably, furrowing his eyebrows. He waits, tapping a big finger on the wooden desk and raising an eyebrow at you. You know he won’t repeat himself.

“Ok, I’ll try an easier question.” His expression shifts from displeased to curious as he peers down at your blushing face. “Do you find me attractive?” You look down as your hand covers your face. “I-I…” you stumble. “It’s very simple. Yes or no, y/n.”

“Mr. Fushiguro… I, I…” you feel so embarrassed– he must get a lot of attention like this and you figure he might be fed up with it by now; young, inexperienced women fawning over him, unable to express their feelings to him. You presume that he finds it all very bothersome and tiring.

So you try your best to get your head clear and speak to him properly. “Yes, sir.” You say quietly as you look up at him again. “Very good.” He praises you, smiling slightly at your answer. “Now, another question: do you want to fuck me?” He asks flatly. 

You can’t help but take your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him pleadingly as if to say, please don’t make me answer that. He’s just doing this to humiliate me. You think as you put off answering him for just a little longer. 

But his intense eye contact indicates that he wants you to answer right now. You nod, looking away from his eyes. He sighs and taps his finger on the desk, waiting for you to answer him properly.

You sigh, your cheeks and nose blushing pink. “Use your words, y/n. You’re usually very good at expressing your thoughts in class.” He encourages you.

“Yes, sir…” you manage, feeling totally overwhelmed with shame. You can’t believe he made you admit that. Out loud. You just want to disappear. “Well done. Now that we have that cleared up, would you like to talk about your dissertation project with me?” He asks, sounding insincere as a snarky smile spreads over his features.

He knows you can barely form sentences right now, let alone think about your third year research project that will carry most of your grade for your final year and overall degree. You let out a sad sigh, “I, I don’t think I can… right now…” you admit as you look down. You must look pitiful. That just adds to your embarrassment.

“So, you want me to fuck you first, then talk about your project?” Your heart skips a beat. What the fuck did he just say? Your mind is racing– you presume you didn’t hear him right as you look up at him with wide and confused eyes. There’s a long pause before you murmur, “E-excuse me, sir?” You feel your lip trembling.

He really doesn’t like repeating himself. He just sighs through his nose, his patience clearly wearing thin. He gazes over your body, his eyes trailing up your long legs and hovering over your short skirt. His eyes snap up to meet yours, “If you’re having trouble with that, perhaps you shouldn’t be on my course.” He hisses, looking down at you menacingly.

“Y-yes…” you manage, your voice wavering as you don’t know what he’ll do once you’ve answered. He’ll probably kick me out, or maybe he’ll remove me from his course.

“Yes, what?” You can’t take it anymore; the long pauses, the deafening silence, his fierce glaring have all got you feeling feverish. You close your eyes tight, “I want you to fuck me first, Mr. Fushiguro!” You blurt out, finding it easier to talk with your eyes closed.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” He asks, then pauses, tapping his lip with a big finger. “Shall we see just how badly you want to fuck?” He almost lets out a chuckle, his scar curling over his lips.

You’re so close to letting out a whine as you wait silently in trepidation. “What shall I have you do… ah, first please lock the door, y/n.” You sigh in relief and stand to complete your task.

“Ah, ah…” he stops you, shaking his head, “on your knees.” He sneers. Fuck. You should’ve known it wouldn’t have been that easy. Your big eyes look into his, silently asking him do I really have to do this? “If you don’t want to do it, you can leave.” He says simply, giving you your answer.

You turn and try to pull down your skirt a little, earning a low chuckle from your professor as you look back at him with wide eyes. You know he won’t budge. He’s made up his mind and he’s going to have some fun with you before he fucks you. You’re not even sure if he will fuck you.

You slowly bend down and get on your knees as you begin crawling towards the door. You lock it, turn to face Mr. Fushiguro again and start to stand up. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t say a thing, but his piercing eyes stare you down, forcing you back onto your knees. He intimidates you so much.

“C-can I stand up, sir?” He just shakes his head, his eyes following you as you reluctantly lean over, revealing your cleavage to him as your shirt drops.

In the meantime, he’s tilted the blinds and turned on his desk lamp, illuminating the room as you kneel near your chair, wanting to stand up. He looks down at you with a smirk as he’s ready to give you your next instruction. 

He makes you tidy his desk, organise his papers, books and stationary. Although this situation is embarrassing, you’re very aware of the fact that he’s turning you on by ordering you around. He’s getting you hot without even touching you.

Next he asks you to sit in his chair and unbutton your shirt. You’re a little hesitant, but you comply, unfastening each button slowly, pausing as you reach just above your bra. “Did I tell you to stop?” He asks, his gaze unfaltering. 

You undo one more button then hear a knock at the door. You freeze, sitting below Mr. Fushiguro as he leans on his desk, “Answer it.” Your fingers frantically attempt to button up your shirt. Mr. Fushiguro clicks his tongue, demanding your attention as your eyes dart up to his. 

“Did you hear me say ‘do up your shirt then answer the door’?” You shake your head. “No, you didn’t. So answer it like that. You can walk this time.”

Your shirt is barely covering your lacy bra underneath as you answer the door and explain that Mr. Fushiguro is busy. You make some excuses as you quickly close and lock the door again, stepping back towards his desk. 

You feel your professor's eyes all over you as you walk towards him. He stops you halfway back and makes you hike up your skimpy skirt. “I can’t believe you decided to wear that to my office.” He shames you for wearing the short skirt, which is kind of revealing (but really cute).

He hands you some books and asks you to place them on the second to top shelf on his bookcase. You can just about reach, tiptoeing and stretching up, but the reason he asked you to do this is becoming apparent as you feel your skirt lifting up further, exposing your cute underwear as your back arches, your ass pushing out.

You're really struggling with one of the books. It's so heavy, your delicate fingertips are having trouble pushing it the last few centimetres onto the shelf. The book suddenly slips from your fingers and falls to the floor, making a loud slamming noise in the quiet office.

You hurriedly bend over to pick it up and try again, but you can hear Mr. Fushiguro clicking his tongue behind you. “That's an expensive edition, y/n. Let me see it.” 

You step over to him, his large frame looming over you as you hand him the book, his fingers brushing over yours. He examines the cover, “Looks like you'll have to be punished.” He shrugs and sighs, setting it on his desk.

You try to make your excuses but your professor isn't listening. He beckons for you to come closer. This is the closest you've ever got to Mr. Fushiguro; you feel his breath fanning you and you notice the faintest wrinkles on his handsome face. You stare up at him with wide eyes, daring to meet his.

pt two 💞

toji | m.list

[heinouscolette]

Study Muffin

Genderbent!Loud Siblings x Reader

Linka groans from the sight of her paper. Her test was marked with an F. She rests her head on the desk, defeated. “I don't get it, Claudia. Usually, I'm a good student but lately it's been all C's and D's and now an F.”

Claudia grabbed Linka’s test paper and grimaced at it. “Ugh, and a frowny face too. Girl, I cannot.” Claudia’s reply made Linka groan even more, disturbing others around them. “If I don't turn this around, I could fail fifth grade!”

“Linka, you can't! If I go to middle school without you, I could fall in with the wrong social group, and get frosted lips, and start being into bubble nails." Claudia shivered.

Linka just stared at her best friend blankly almost lost hope but she remembered she knew someone who could get her to tutor.

That is… no other than Levi!

“No.” Levi refused while staring blankly at his sister. The two siblings are at home. Linka approached her brother the first thing after she came home from school.

“But, Levi!” Linka whined, Levi is the only one who could help her right now as he is the prodigy intellectually among her brothers. With no way out, she tried to do puppy dog eyes at him to try and persuade her younger brother to give in and help her.

“Cute, but you really thought that would work on me? Sorry, Link. Unfortunately I am completely booked. I got math with Lars on Mondays, geology with Lynn on Tuesdays, finger painting with Leon on Wednesdays, et cetera et cetera." He showed Linka his schedule for the rest of the month which made the girl sigh.

“Oh, since you did the puppy eye thing, I’ll give you an advice. I've heard through the tutoring grapevine that some high school students tutor for extra credit.” With that, Levi turned to walk away from Linka.

“Hey, you said the puppy eye thing didn’t work!”

“Oh, pish-posh.” Levi grinned and left. At a distance, he could be heard yelling at Loni about being tardy with the Pre-Cal tutoring session.

Your phone dinged as someone sent you a message about being interested of booking you as a tutor. Finally, the time has come! You’ve been growing anxious about being a tutor. Although this isn’t the first time teaching another student, it’s still nerve-wracking since it’s a stranger this time.

It really wasn’t your idea to offer tutoring sessions but your friend suggested that it might be a good idea to build an image for college applications in the future.

You opened the message and found that you would be tutoring a fifth grader since she’s bound to flunk if she continues to fail the remedial. Your body relaxed a little knowing the lessons would be a bit easier to teach and nothing could go wrong.

You ringed the door bell to what you assumed the Loud Residence as this was the address the tutee gave you. Within a minute, a young girl with striking white hair opened the door for you and gave you a welcoming smile. “Hello, is this the Loud Residence?” you gave her your professional smile you practiced prior.

Her eyes glimmered and gave you an affirming nod. “Yep! You must be my tutor. I am Linka.”

After introducing yourself, she led you to their dining table and set up her textbooks. “I really appreciate this, (Y/n). I have a big multi-subject test coming up, and I need to ace it.”

You smiled at her, “I’m sure you’ll be able to ace it, but after thorough assessments from our sessions of course. So, I’ll do my best to help you.”

“And I thought that angels only exist in heaven.” Linka dramatically says while clenching her fist on top of her chest. You only laughed at her.

“So, I'm like, if you literally don't know the difference between rugby and football— Oh, Linka brought a new girl friend around.” A male voice spoke which caught both of your attention. His tone was a bit playful.

“Loki, get out! Can’t you see we’re studying here?” Linka hissed but the boy never faltered. “Oh really? This is our kitchen, Link. I can do whatever I want.” You turned to look at him as you can feel his presence between you and Linka. He ruffled Linka’s hair, satisfied at annoying his sister.

Must be a family of blondes. Loki has a common blonde hair compared to Linka. He also has a light stubble that complimented that growing smirk of his. He suddenly turned his head and made eye contact with you. “Don’t ogle too much, it’ll be harder to concentrate.” He grinned at you, but instead of being flustered, his comment only irked you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it for you.” You undoubtedly replied not thinking it through. You only came to your senses when it suddenly became quiet and Loki looked at you dumbfounded. Your cheeks became flushed and felt embarrassed. What were you doing in your first day of tutoring?!

You hanged your head low, mentally facepalming yourself. You’re sure Loki caught on about your reply. “Yeah, right! Give him an uppercut!” Linka instigated.

Yeah… an uppercut…

While looking down, you saw that Loki dropped his phone and handed it to him. “Loki, you dropped your phone.” However, when you looked up, you’re sure that his cheeks were tinted pink or maybe your eyes were just playing with you.

His silence broke Linka from her uppercut suggestions. “Loki, are you okay?”

Loki rubs the nape of his neck and trying to build “I uh… I am… I’m fi—“

“I heard a goose! I call dibs!" A young blonde came into view holding a net, however upon seeing you, he was a bit confused. “What’s a pretty stranger doing in this house?!”

“A what?” Another boy came into the kitchen. He’s wearing a clay mask and has cucumber slices in his eyes. He removes the slices and made eye contact with you. “AAH! MY FACE!”

Yep, a family of blondes. Your claim was disproven immediately when the rest of the siblings came into the kitchen probably curious about the commotion.

Ah… there are lots of them.

All of them started talking at the same time. Unfortunately, you can’t comprehend any of this as their voices became inaudible. You just stared at them amused of how this family caters a lot of siblings.

The one who cleansed his on-going skincare came back and greeted you. “Hey, guys. Oh, Linka, I didn't know you were entertaining. Hi. I'm Loni.” Is this guy for real? He acted as if he wasn't here minutes ago. You can’t help but let out a laugh about his silliness which caught the siblings’ attention.

You became self-conscious when they all stared at you. Their stares made you a bit shy. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Linka’s tutor, (Y/n). It’s nice to meet you all.” You nervously laugh.

“Ugh, could all of you please get out? We’re trying to study!” Linka snapped at them but the sibling with a crown pushed a chair between Linka and I, and sat, "It's a free country, Linka. We can go where we want to."

"I'm standing here!" The boy with the net stood next to you while smiling ear to ear. You're now trapped between these cuties. They resemble each other, must be twins.

"The heck you are!" The princely twin retorted, but before any punches were thrown you immediately disputed it. "Boys, I know you're interested in joining Linka and I, but she can't concentrate if eyes are observing her." You grabbed something from your purse

"And mouths yapping" Linka raised an eyebrow at his brothers.

"Yes- wait-, what I mean is she can't focus if there are distractions." You grabbed something from your purse. "Here, I'll give these to you since I'm hoping you'll behave accordingly." You handed each twin a lollipop and gave them a wink.

Their smiles grew wide and immediately shoved it in their mouths. "Roger that!" They saluted and walked away with puffed chests. You turned to the remaining brothers. "We'll just occupy the space for a couple of hours, if you don't mind."

"No problem, Love." A brunette with a faux hawk leaned his arm on your chair gave you a boyish smile. "You can be here anytime of the day. You can even join me on my rock sessions upstair-- Ow! Lane!" On instinct, you leaned your head away when a brunette with braces karate chopped his head. "No, you're not, you just want both of your strings to get attached. Haha! Get it? Strings!"

"Come on, (Y/n)! Let's go somewhere a little less crowded." Linka dragged you away from her swarming brothers. She's clearly annoyed with her brows furrowed.

She led the both of you to the living room and settled on the couch. When she was opening the textbooks, voices were heard outside the house. "The one who catches Geo wins!" The younger brothers were playing in competition with each other, and Linka could see that they were showing off to impress her tutor.

"What are they doing?! They're literally disturbing you. I'm sorry, (Y/n)." Loki sat next to you on the couch and started typing on his phone. His presence made you a bit shy, being this close made you notice his arms' lean muscles, and his full eyebrows. You instantly looked away as he might caught on that you were staring. "Ooh, Linka, you have so many books. What's the story about?" You were caught off guard by a voice coming from behind you. When you turned your head, you saw Loni peeking his head behind the couch. He emits a clean and sweet scent, and he also looks neat.

"I think it'll be better if we went to my room instead." Linka gathered her books and gave the stink eye to her older brothers while escorting you to her room. They only responded with a smirk. Living with ten brothers her whole life, Linka knew what her brothers' antics are all about. They can't even hide that their expressions are living subtitles of their intensions.

After entering upstairs, you saw a brother with an eyeglass interrupting Linka for dragging you to her room, “I need to borrow (Y/n) for a second. I'm tutoring Lexx.” She only gave him a questioning look. You look your tutee with worry, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help a little.

“Okay, but I can’t stay for more than 5 minutes. I’ll just explain an specific topic they’re having a hard time with.” Levi stared at you with a creepy smile and made a creepy giggle to go along with it.

“This is called a gluteus maximus, otherwise known as the butt.” Levi pointed his pointing stick at the side of your ass cheek. "Wait, what?!" You jerked away from Levi face flushed from embarrassment. You held your hands up to the level of your bust and backed away. "I'm so sorry, I know it's educational but I think I'm not the the best model-- Oof!" Your back bumped into someone's torso. Before you could apologize you were interrupted, "Don't worry about it, (Y/n). These boys are just getting cheeky." Lane came in and pinched both Levi and Lexx's ears which earned a yelp from each sibling. "Wait, I just made a pun! Get it? Cheeky?" Lane laughed to himself.

"All right, all right, CLASS DISMISSED!" Linka grabs your arm and dragged you away from the scene.

"I'm sorry about that, (Y/n)." Linka opened her door and got scared when a goth kid started talking "I wrote a poem about you. (Y/n). Pretty face. Mysterious eyes. Pretty cool for a living girl. (Y/n)."

"Everybody out!" Lexx screamed at Linka's door. "It's time for The Knight, The Princess and The Dragon. You're the Princess, (Y/n). You don't have to do anything your beauty is enough." Lexx giggled. "Lexx, what did we agree on earlier?" You raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Oopsies." Lexx nervously laughed and bowed before leaving Linka's room.

"Finally, we can get down to business." Linka rejoiced and set her books on bed. "I'm so sorry about my brothers, (Y/n)."

"I'm sorry too, Linka. I should've been more stern with your brothers because tutoring you is my priority." You apologized too. "It's okay, you just met us. I'm sure you just wanted to help." Linka is so cute and can't help but hug her at being understanding. You girls laughed and continued studying.

Hours later, Linka completed the assessments you provided for her. Surprisingly, she got good marks. "Linka, you're spot-on in all of your lessons. Even surrealist art." Linka looked at her assessment scores in confusion, "It's weird. I thought I needed so much help."

"May I ask what happened the day you failed your test?"

"Well, Mr. DiMartino became the substitute for the day--" "Wait Mr. DiMartino? The hunk teacher in elementary?" You laughed at Linka but she only gave you a questioning look. "Girl, no wonder why you're getting distracted and failing your test. Mr. DiMartino is so hot that girls ogle at him and lost their focus."

"Oh my god, you are so right." Linka must've went through a flashback while you're yapping about Mr. DiMartino "I almost failed too because of him. A piece of advice, try not to look too much and you won't worry about failing fifth grade." You winked at Linka and patted her back.

You arranged your things and Linka escorted you downstairs. "It's all in your head, Link. There's no reason you shouldn't be getting top marks on your exam. Well, I guess you won't be needing me anymore." You gave her a hug.

You could hear the whining from the younger brothers about you leaving while the older ones frowned. "Thanks for having me guys!"

Linka tapped your arm just before you left the door. "Can we still hang out after this?" She looked at you with that puppy dog eyes. you only grinned aat her, "You really thought that's gonna work on me? I am a professionally at that, but since you tried, we can 'literally' hang out." You peeked behind Linka and see the guys smile a little.

I guess these dudes needed a playmate.

[sxfterhearts]

Hi! I have a request for theo if you feel inspired by it:)

Something angsty (but soft) with "Sorry I'm late.", where he's late for a date, or promised to be at reader's home sooner, something like that, and reader is already frustrated, feeling like his last priority. When he's not busy with p1h things he wants to have a time for himself...

Anyway, that's what I thought for the prompt, but if you have any other ideas I'd love to read anything <3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol ! theo x non-idol ! reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: mild angst, soft ending

♡ word count: 912 words

♡ author's note: thank you for requesting lovely anon <3 you sparked my creativity and reminded me just how much i love (and miss) writing! this was a great little fic for me to ease back into it. life has been super duper hectic lately, so apologies this comes so late. i hope you enjoy :)

//

The seasons were reluctantly transitioning from autumn to winter. It was a warm autumn day, warmer than you initially expected, with heat radiating off the sidewalks and brick walls. Ginko trees lined the streets, a flurry of vibrant yellows dancing and waving as cars drove by.

The dessert shop you had saved on Google Maps for months came into sight as you rounded the corner of the main road. It specialised in bingsu, a traditional Korean milk-based shaved ice dessert, commonly topped with sweet red beans and condensed milk. 

You took in your surroundings as you approached the shop. Everywhere around you, you saw couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends laughing together, and people taking photos of each other with the autumn foliage, basking in the remnants of sunshine.

All of a sudden, you felt a pang of loneliness in your chest.

At the same time, your phone screen lit up with a notification.

[5:45pm] theo <3: hey y/n, practice is running over

[5:46pm] theo <3: i’m sorry… i’ll make it up to you, i promise

You sighed. Your heart dropped to the soles of your feet. In a way, you knew this was coming. Amidst all the comeback preparations and promotions, Theo barely had time to himself, let alone to spend time with you. You understood this well. You knew what you were signing up for and you were well aware of the demanding nature and huge time commitments of his career. Lately, though, the tardiness and cancellations were becoming a little too frequent. 

He stood you up last weekend. Okay, maybe you were being a bit dramatic – the two of you were meant to go for a picnic by the Han River. Instead, he texted you 10 minutes before the meeting time to say that his hair appointment was taking longer than expected, leaving you amongst the sea of couples cuddling on the grass – all alone.

And here you were again, alone once more. Casting a wistful glance at the fairy lights and welcoming exterior of the shop, you silently bid it goodbye as you turned around and made your way back home.

//

With heavy footsteps, you finally dragged yourself up the stairs to your apartment. 

Absent-mindedly, you fished inside your handbag for your keys. Why was it always so hard to find them?

Your searching was interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat.

“Sorry I’m late… Again.”

“Theo?” You looked up from your bag and sure enough, there he was, crouching outside your apartment door. He was still wearing his sweat-soaked clothes from dance practice, cheeks red from exertion. 

At the call of his name, he stood up. “I brought cake?” Theo said gently, trying to gauge your emotions and reactions to him standing you up, yet again. Cake – your guilty pleasure; a peace offering. “It’s dark chocolate with strawberries, the one from your favourite cake shop.”

You couldn’t help it, your ears perked up and your eyes lit up at the familiar pink cake box. The corners of your lips raised into an involuntary smile. “Is this bribery?” You teased lightly.

“It’s an apology, Y/N. I’m sorry, really.” He replied, voice laced thick with sincerity. 

At that, the sadness covering your icy heart melted away. “Come on,” You grabbed his free hand, dragging him into the apartment with you.

As you sat on the floor, devouring your cake in silent contentment, Theo reached across the coffee table for your hand.

“Listen, Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“The past few months have been really busy.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“Our schedules… It’s so hard to predict, and things can change at the last minute.”

You hummed, mouth full of cake.

“I get it if you’re frustrated or angry, I would be too. But this is only the beginning. Once promotions start I will barely have any time to do anything, including sleep, which means I won’t have much time to spend with you. You know that right?”

“Yeah.” You agreed reluctantly. “I know, you told me at the start. It’s just…” You sighed. “Yeah, sometimes it gets lonely without you. But I don’t blame you or anything. It’s not your fault, so I get it.”

Theo’s heart ached a little at your honest confession. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine,” You waved away his apology. “Like I said, not your fault.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel lonely.” He clarified.

You stared into his eyes, taking in the intensity of his sorrowful gaze. “I accept your apology.” You squeezed his hand tightly. “Besides, maybe I should pour some time and energy into other things, like seeing my friends more or picking up a new hobby.”

Theo nodded. “That’s a great idea!” He encouraged, heart-shaped lips turning into an excited smile. “What happened to that knitting club? Did you end up joining with your friend?”

You pouted. “No, the club meetings are too early for her, she gets off work late. Maybe I’ll look for another one, she mentioned pottery when we caught up for coffee last week…”

Theo breathed an internal sigh of relief. It was reassuring to know that you were trying to keep yourself busy with your own life outside of the relationship you two shared and cherished. This was important in every relationship, of course, but particularly for yours, due to his line of work. He felt a surge of admiration and adoration for you as he reflected on how well you handled the situation despite the uncertainty and disappointment. “I love you.”

You looked up from your phone and paused mid-message to your friend. You gave him a toothy grin, dark chocolate staining the corners of your mouth. Theo thought you looked adorable. “I love you too.”

[strangesthirdeye]

Little Companion (10th Doctor x fem child! Reader)

Summary : Little companion has nightmares and seeks comfort with an alien with two hearts

Warning : it's 10th Doctor.. He's sweet, warm, cuddle, nightmare, reader age between 5 or 7 years. Papa Figure.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tossing left and right, you're whining slowly. Your eyes are closed tightly but your face is scrunched as if you see something scary and then suddenly you wake up from your slumber.

you panted a few breaths and looked around fearfully. Your forehead is visibly wet with sweat while your body is shaking with fear.

It's been 3 times you've had nightmares. everything is the same and does not change. Your dream of being kidnapped by a Dalek and having to see the Doctor suffering with the torture that the Dalek put on the Doctor in front of you makes you afraid and worried about the situation you see. And there was a time when you could hear the shrill voice of a Dalek shouting "exterminate!" around you and one by one they blast shots at you both causing you to jerk awake from sleep.

You whimper in fear, your eyes are glossy with tears as you reach for the pillow to hug and hug it tightly to your body seeking comfort from it. You don't have anyone to comfort you, so a hug pillow is one of the comforts you get, but it's not enough.

While you have been traveling with the Doctor for 2 months, you are still afraid to seek comfort with the Doctor because you are afraid of him do not like physical touches.

You know the Doctor is easy going and bursts with joy energy but you are still worried about finding comfort in him. There are times when the Doctor can be serious and intimidating.

But you really need someone to comfort you if you have nightmares again. So you dare yourself to go seeking comfort at the Doctor.

Slowly you got up from your bed and walked out of your bedroom. The atmosphere of the TARDIS is quite quiet and calm and humming can be heard around it, probably it is the TARDIS that made it. You let out a short breath and walked over to the console to find the Doctor.

As soon as you arrive at the control console, your eyes search for a glimpse of the Doctor who usually lodges at the control point to find the next adventure. But he is not there.

Strange, you looked for the Doctor and saw him sitting under the TARDIS controls fixing some wires while talking to himself. You walked over to where he was and kneeled over him.

The doctor who was busy fixing the wire looked up after noticing your presence.

"Y/n, why aren't you sleeping yet?" The Doctor asked you confused.

"I was asleep but I woke up because of a nightmare" you replied in your small voice.

The Doctor's face then became concerned. "what happened? how many times have you had nightmares?"

"it's been 3 times I've had nightmares but all nightmares are the same" you said lowly.

The Doctor then got up from where he was and sat next to you. Doctor then hugged your small body tightly. Your head was on his chest and you could hear the sound of the Doctor's hearts beating quietly.

"You can find me if you can't sleep, you know?" The doctor said and put his head on top of your head and closed his eyes.

"I really want to find you but I'm afraid you don't like physical touch" you said into his chest even though it sounded muffled because of how close your head was to his chest.

"That's not right. I'm always open to whatever comfort you want. So don't worry because I'll be there for you" Doctor kissed your hair and stroked your back gently.

"I dreamed we were kidnapped by the Daleks and.. and you were tortured by the Daleks. It's scary and overwhelmed." you said shakily.

"hey, hey.. It's ok.. it's just a nightmare. Besides, we've escaped them many times, haven't we?" The doctor tried to lighten up the mood.

You nodded slightly. "Can I cuddle with you until I fall asleep?" you ask the Doctor.

"Of course you can. Before that, we don't want to sleep in the control area do we?" The Doctor jokes.

You chuckled and nodded then stood up and walked with the Doctor to your bedroom with your hand tightly around the Doctor's.

No matter where you are, the Doctor will be there to comfort you.

[bloomingdog]

Acolyte

word count: 2.7k a/n: hii i'm going through a depressive episode and this is my fic about soap with a depressed reader cos he's my babygirl. might expand on them idk i love soap i wanna keep writing for him

Johnny is a friend of Kyle’s, and Kyle is a friend of Farah, who is your friend. And Johnny, or Soap, is here because Kyle invited him since he had “nothing better to do”. And it’s alright, he’s fun and a little loud, he talks over people but always apologises. You were a little nervous to meet him, having been promised a get-together with people you were already well-acquaintances with, but the tears in your eyes, from laughing, that is, dismiss all previous nerves.

“And then he-” He’s cut off by his own wheeze, it’s been going for a couple of minutes; him and Kyle trying to retell a story about their captain, but they keep getting interrupted by their own laughter. You don’t think it’s that funny, if anything their reactions are the thing that make you all go into hysterics. It’s hard to feel sorry for all the other patrons. 

You feel drunker than you really are, save for Farah, you only had two to three beers each. It’s the kind of silly drunkenness induced by being with friends. The forgotten UNO cards on top of the table shake as Johnny’s fist hits the table trying to catch his breath.

And the pub’s playlist keeps playing every top #1 hit from the last 20 years. And at some point you’re all performing a rendition of smash hit “500 miles”. And you’re getting giggly with sleep. And Farah’s driving you home. And she’s asking you about Johnny, which makes you giggly all over. And she’s telling you he’s single. 

And then it’s morning. And there’s a message from an unknown phone number.

“Hey. This is Johnny. 

Just wanted to let you know I had a blast last night, loved meeting you :-)” 

It makes you smile trying to figure out what to write back. Why is it so hard to sound nonchalant while also a little interested in getting to know him? 

“So did I!

Haven’t laughed that hard in a while lol”

That’s cool, right? It’s half a good response at the very least, since you get a response back.

“Wanna meet sometime?”

Oh, that’s good. At best, you get a little attention and maybe a lay, at worst you get a new friend. You keep texting throughout the day, you two fit like a puzzle piece: talkative, extroverted and active. He sends you a picture of a squirrel he saw earlier on his morning run, you send him a picture of your cat back with the caption “my asshole son” to which he replies “don’t be mean to him”. Those little interactions keep getting exchanged. On Monday, you send him a fun fact about a shark that had a virgin birth. Tuesday, he’s telling you about his fear of dogs. Wednesday is the perfect occasion for a picture of your cat, Gus, sleeping in a funny position. Thursday, your phone pings with a string of texts ranting about Glasgow City. Friday you’re texting Johnny that you’re at the restaurant you’re meeting at, a hole-in-the-wall that mastered the art of oily food and crispy chips, he replies he’s running late.

“I’m so sorry for making you wait.” Is out of his mouth before any greeting. “Are ye hungry?” It’s more a conversation starter than an actual question.

“It’s okay! No worries.” You’re just happy to be hanging out, not bothered by his tardiness. 

The two of you sit and chat, you learn he has a tattoo of a revolver but won’t say where. He laughs at the face you make while imagining where it would be. “Don’t be dirty!” He chastises, it’s within the law that you steal one of his chips as payment for the teasing. You ask where does Soap come from.

“A’m good at cleaning.” It’s a short answer that explains enough, you’re not keen on pushing the topic any further. Luckily, he changes the topic rather quickly, it looks like he’s not a big fan of silences. “Tell me aboot Gus. How’d you get him?” 

“A colleague’s cat had kittens, she was trying to find them homes, Gus was the only one left, runt of the litter you know?” He nods, listening, interested in what you have to say. “Kept pushing and showing me pictures of the guy until I caved. When I took him home he wouldn’t stop screaming, I think he might be part siamese, they’re really vocal. So, he kept me up all night, I thought he was sick or something, I even took him to the emergency vet, turns out he’s just a dickhead.” He smiles at the insult. “A very cute one, though.” You add, it’s hard not to love him even if he wakes you up at 6 a.m. on the dot.

 “Can I meet him someday?” he might if you’re lucky enough.

You might as well thank every saint, divinity, and omnipotent being for your luck tonight. He accompanies you home, only because “he’s a gentleman”, according to him. The kind of gentleman that kisses you dizzy and gets invited into your flat.

You text Farah about the events of the evening before falling asleep, it’s not kiss and tell if she’s your best friend. And in the early morning you’re both woken up by an angry Gus, whose side of the bed has been stolen by a guy that almost doesn’t fit in it. You’re cuddled on his side, one leg over his.

“Gus-Gus….” It’s a groggy mumble of displeasure, you know he only wants to be beside you, but the hour doesn’t help your mood. Still, you move away from Johnny so he can jump onto your chest for cuddles.

“He does skirl alright.” That morning voice might actually be the death of you.

“Told you. He’s an asshole.” A breathy laugh makes his bare chest move as he turns to face you.

“He’s real cute though.”

“Are you not tired?” The early morning light peeks through your window, the sun isn’t even out yet and you can’t imagine anyone that is appreciative of being woken up so early.

“Naw, no’ really. ‘M used to it.” 

It feels weird, good weird, to have him in your bed like that. Barely a week since you met, and he feels so close, more like a friend than a one-night stand, more than a friends-with-benefits. He checks the time on his phone before speaking again.

“Ye want breakfast?” Your eyes are closed again, hugging Gus close to your chest, hand moving up and down his fur but not doing much to pet him. His call of your name is answered by a groan, it makes him chuckle. He scoots closer to you, you can feel his arm coming up for Gus to sniff and the cat readjusts himself so his head is closer to Johnny’s. “Hi”.

Oh but the warmth dissipating from his body is to much, that and the soft noise of Gus’ purr drives you to fall asleep again. You only half dream, a mixture of images that won’t make any sense once you’re awake again, which happens rather soon as the bed adjusts and you feel a hand run through your hair. 

“Can I make tea?” His voice sounds softer than earlier, you nod, opening your eyes just a smidge to look up at him.

“Biscuits in the cupboard…”That’s as much as you can muster now. “Wake me up when it's done?”

“Course.” 

He left with Gus following behind, but you can’t seem to fall asleep again. That was…rather intimate. Your stomach feels hot and your chest tighter. Shooting your eyes open you’re quick to grab your phone again, Farah replied an hour ago.

“Wooo! Good for you”

“You’re gonna have to tell me everything about it btw”

“Farah”

“How pathetic is it to have a crush on your one night stand?”

Oh you don’t like that, calling him a one night stand, feels too impersonal, rude almost.

You’re getting out of bed, into your restroom and to the kitchen. 

“Good morning” He leans against the kitchen counter where your meds are,he’s looking at his phone waiting for the kettle to boil, clad in his boxers from last night, hair a mess and body soft under the morning light. Even though it’s the same body it feels so different from last night, scars, bigger and small, litter his body, it’s muscular and soft at the same time, big pecs a tad too inviting and a tattoo on his forearm. Reaching for the pills would mean standing next to him, probably brushing against—no, touching him, and that makes you nervous. Oh. You’re embarrassingly down bad. 

He stayed the entire weekend, Friday through Sunday. Next week it was picnic and football. You’re convinced any major team would be jealous of your 1-person teams and 5 meter field. He’s good, but you’re full of fear as he chases you for the ball, it’s the predator-prey kinda adrenaline that makes you score. 

“Yes!” 

“Offside! Offside!”

“What do you mean offside? There’s no one I can pass the ball to!” In fact, there’s not even a goal. You grab the ball and go back to him, looking straight into his eyes in fake defiance. 

“Talking back to the referee? That’s a red card.” He looks so handsome like this, standing tall and unmovable, even if only joking, and you let him know via a quick kiss to his lips. He’s pulling you back to his lips not even half a second after, deep and slow, giggly. “Bribin’ me, huh?” You let out a soft, happy, sigh and kiss him again.

“Wanna go home?”

You tell Farah everything over a cup of tea and a piece of cake, of course. And she laughs at you, not in a mean way at all, only friendly and amused, still you hit her arm.

And the following week it’s film night. This one’s more spontaneous than the others, it’s been a tough week at work, you want a quiet evening and some company so you ask him if he wants to come hang out, he replies saying that he’ll be there in 30.

It’s the two of you, your favourite take out, Gus-Gus sitting on the back of the sofa and Fargo on the TV. He’s not paying as much attention to the film as he is to you.

“What?” You say, turning to look at him.

“Ye’r a beauty.” You smile shyly and kick him on the leg with your foot slightly. “A’m serious. I like you a lot.” A big smile grows on your face, and it’s enough confirmation for him to know you feel the same.

Or at least he thought so. There are no plans for this weekend, not for lack of trying, that is, Soap’s been trying to text you all week, it’s a big shift from your daily texting. He misses the little life updates you send him. Tuesday, he thought you might just be busy. Wednesday he stops trying to contact you, did he do something wrong? Went too fast? Are you ghosting him? What did he do that was worth the silent treatment? Thursday, he tries calling you, multiple times. Friday all rational thoughts have left his brain, did something happen to you? Are you okay? Christ, what if you’re dead? He texts Farah, swallowing his embarrassment.

“She’s okay, I think.”

“Going through a bit of a depression episode at the moment.”

“She’s going recluse, I know she wouldn’t mind a bit of help.”

“I have a spare key to her flat if you want to come get it.”

The string of texts floats around his mind, spare key in hand in front of your front door. He’s been inside before, but he was invited in, this feels invasive, but Farah trusted him, and she knew you best. He sent you a message before showing up, the last bit of chivalry he can offer before showing up in your home, it went through, and he hoped you read it even if you didn’t reply. 

He calls your name upon entering, no response. Gus comes running up to him to headbutt his legs and meow, a quick look lets him know his water bowl is clean and automatic feeder full, that’s a good sign. His voice trembles as he calls for you again. 

“You know where she is?” Great, now he’s speaking to the cat, and he meows in response, great, an actual conversation with a cat. Gus takes off and squeezes himself into a room with the door ajar, your bedroom. He knocks before entering, not expecting a response. The room is dark except for the light coming from your laptop, empty and half-full glasses taking up most of the space on your desk, chair full of unfolded clothes and a doughnut of blankets on the bed.

“Go away.” The doughnut speaks. His heart breaks at the sad, much softer than usual tone of your voice.

“Love.” The pet name slips from his lips, he notices but doesn’t attempt to correct himself. He walks closer until he’s sitting next to you. “Can I help you?” 

You shake your head no, or what’s visible of it. “Go away, I stink.” He chuckles.

“That’s fine, smell better than the lads in base.” It’s a pathetic attempt at humour, you still shake your head no.

“You don’t have to do anything.” You don’t sound sad or angry like he thought you might, it’s emotionless, almost like an automatic generated response.

“But I want to. Want tae tak’ care o ye” He wants to make everything better, wants to fix everything, wants you happy and energetic and smiling. It’s silly how much he cares for you after barely a month of knowing eachother, scary now that he’s admitting it out loud. He pulls down the blankets for a full view of your face, his hand goes to your hair, it’s tangled, he’s careful not to pull on it. “Am gunna run you a bath.” It’s not a question, you laugh slightly and he smiles, realising what he said. “Didny mean it like that, c’mon.” 

He helps you up from the bed and into the restroom. From your seat ion the toilet, you observe the way he turns on the tap and rummages through your cabinet, trying to find something to put in the water, you assume. “The orange bar in the back.” He halts, looks for a second and comes up with it, he leaves it on the sink while he turns off the water, you grab the bar and crumble a bit of it into the tub. He looks at you and gets up, you take it as your cue to undress and get in. Johnny comes back with a change of pyjamas and underwear and leaves again. You can hear him moving around and making noise, talking to the cat in occasion, while you clean yourself, when he comes back it’s to put your dirty laundry in the hamper. You don’t know why that’s the thing that makes you break and start crying. As soon as he notices, he’s on his knees next to you, softly caressing your cheeks and moving your damp hair away from your face.

“Whit’s wrong?” 

“I don’t want you to do this.” Is no reply to his question. “I don’t want you to have to do this.”

“M’eudail.” He starts. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not!” You look up at him” I’m so sad all the fucking time and I don’t want you to have to deal with that, it’s not fair to you, you know? I don’t want you to have to take care of me or put up with me.”

“But what if I want to? Wanna take care of you, wanna put up with you.” You shake your head no, looking back down.

“Johnny, I’m so much. I get so clingy and stupid.” 

“That’s fine by me.” There’s no deterring him. He lifts your head up by your chin to kiss your forehead, bright blue eyes staring at you. 

And you realise how ridiculous this is. You’re crying in the bathtub, your friend-situationship is on his knees next to you, again, crying in the bathtub. You let out a sigh and nod.

“Okay.” 

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Doctor Who Kinktober Request 🕸️🎃

Sorry in advance, because I’m just an anon here to cause chaos in your life so no rush on this one as I know it’s a big ask okay so…River, Missy, Clara and fem!reader go on a ‘girls night out’ to get away from 12s endless whining - could possibly be a nice space bar. All of the girls get pretty tipsy and decide after a long night of drinking - and suggestive glares - to head home (Could be a shared hotel room rented for the night? Or Clara’s apartment if the bar is on Earth?). Anyway, as they’re about to change into their pjs etc one of them has an idea to…continue the fun sexually, using it as a chance to let off some steam before going to back to their normal lives/travelling with the doctor/whatever else they do. Almost like a sexual sleepover - could play a game with aphrodisiacs e.g. truth or dare with that mini chocolate bar that makes you horny or something similar. Some are more open with their kinks - I hc Missy with some kinda BDSM/dom + sub type stuff, River is v flirty probably likes watching her partner get blushy and a tiny bit infuriated with her (maybe dirty talking Clara? Or reader? With her typical “Hello, sweetie.” line or other flirtatious remarks) or making someone beg like how she made the Dalek beg, and I feel like Clara would have a (receiving) praise kink with how much she likes to be in control. Missy and River (the more confident ones) can be more of the leaders of the group and possibly spark, whereas Clara and reader are maybe the more submissive ones, and take a more gentle approach to romance with each other, or you could swap it round for a bit. You could throw some roleplay in there if you wanted, would be hilarious to have one of them dress up in uniform and mixed reactions from the others (e.g. one laughing their head off, one facepalming, and one really turned on). Each of the characters also could draw the reader out of their shell in different ways e.g. River’s seduction, Missy’s chaos and Clara’s sensitivity. Feel free to add stuff in or take stuff out if you think it fits/doesn’t fit with the characters and how you write them, just try at least for the reader to have some kind of experience/interaction with each of them. Basically a no-boundaries sexual sleepover where they wake up in the morning like it’s a fever dream but none of them regret it.

I actually really enjoy how in depth this request is believe it or not 🤗 I did my best to include most if not all of what you asked me to, sorry if I left anything out or got something wrong. thanks for requesting for kinktober! 💕

(I really hope it was worth the wait! I decided to put multiple dividers instead of my usual two because of how long this is, as I wanted it to feel a little less overwhelming when being read)

Kinktober 2024 Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, foursome-ish, slight intoxication (just enough for them to be tipsy, they can still consent don't worry), swearing, cunnilingus/oral sex (reader receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, some dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, vaginal fingering (both reader and Clara receiving), praise kink, brief mentioned spanking/impact play, light bondage (handcuffs used), light sensory deprivation (blindfold used), overstimulation, grinding/clothed sex

It was pretty rare that you got free time given how often you joined the Doctor on his adventures. Even when you did happen to have a day off, it was usually spent relaxing and lounging in the TARDIS rather than being out and about.

Recently, however, the Doctor had been extra grumpy for some reason, which prompted both you and Clara to look for fun elsewhere. And who better to turn to when looking for entertainment than the Doctor's wife and the Mistress of Evil themselves?

You contacted Missy via the TARDIS console, to which she very eagerly replied. She promised to pick up both you and Clara in the TARDIS she had of her own (one that she assured you was definitely not stolen from anyone), and River agreed to meet you at a local space bar that she was known to frequent by the locals, managing to score the four of you some free drinks as her contribution to your night out once you got there.

It was difficult for you to remember the last time you had so much fun, especially on a space trip as those usually ended in chaos and you running for your life. Watching River flirt with the bartender in order to acquire another round of free liquor while Missy complained that it would just be easier for her to shrink them with her TCE was a lot more entertaining to you than you'd ever thought. Of course, the ample amount of alcohol in your system certainly didn't hurt matters.

River and Missy were both able to hold their drinks pretty well due to their familiarity with the native cocktails on the planet the bar was located, but you and Clara were more of lightweights, only able to down a few as they started to set in rather quickly. It didn't take long before the two of you became tipsy, giggling over the littlest things as the two other women you were with observed in amusement.

"If I had known you two were going to become drunk so quickly, I would've gotten you something that wasn't quite as strong to start off with," River lightly teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she brought her cocktail glass up to her lips.

"Now, what would be the fun in that? I think they look adorable just the way they are," Missy replied as she looked over at you and Clara, playfully scrunching up her nose as she grinned in delight at your drunken state.

That only made the two of you start to giggle even more. Clara's cheeks were also starting to look a little flushed, though whether that was from the alcohol in her system or something else entirely remained to be seen.

While you and Clara started to sober up a bit, River and Missy kept drinking until their tipsiness matched yours. There was a certain buzz of electricity in the air that desperately left you wanting more, and you soon found yourself hoping the night would never end.

You could tell the other women must've felt the same judging from the glances that were passed across the table, and the actions that soon followed. Clara bumping into you on occasion as she held onto your hand was normal, sure. And River's foot nudging your ankle underneath the table very well could've been an accident. But when Missy's hand began to lightly graze over your thigh, that's when you knew. They were just as desperate as you were to have some alone time.

"Perhaps we should start heading back for the night," Clara suddenly suggested, her speech slurring a bit.

"Excellent idea, Clara," Missy immediately agreed, seeming eager at the idea of being alone with the three of you. "Shall we go back to your place?"

Clara let out a slight scoff at the question. "And have you crash your TARDIS into my living room because you're too drunk to park it properly? Yeah, no thank you."

"Come on, I know a local inn that we can stay at," River spoke up as she stood, finishing her drink in one swift gulp before leaving a handful of foreign bills behind on the table as a tip.

The four of you were drunken messes as you left the bar, swaying back and forth as you walked. You were thankful River knew of a place nearby for you to stay, because there was no way you trusted Missy to properly pilot the TARDIS in her current state.

When you arrived at the inn, River payed for a large suite the four of you could stay in together, insisting it be on her when you began to protest.

"You already payed for our drinks, you shouldn't have to pay for our room, too."

She waved her hand dimissively at your words. "It's not a problem, sweetie. I already told you I'll take care of it. Besides, you deserve to be spoiled for once." The wink that she gave you afterwards sobered you up to the point of being a flustered mess, something that you tried to ignore since Missy and Clara were with you.

The room was lavish yet cozy, with two massive beds lined up against the wall on one side while several armchairs and couches were placed on the other. You wondered just how much it must've cost to stay in a place this nice, if only for one night.

"These beds are enormous!" Clara exclaimed as she made her way over to the one closest to the door, letting out a sigh of comfort as she flopped down. Clearly she was still being affected by the alcohol in her system at least somewhat.

"Well, it'll be much easier to share them, then," Missy commented as she watched the brunette with a slight smirk, her words holding a slightly suggestive edge.

"I can sleep with Clara," you offered casually before realizing how your words could be taken out of context. "I, uh- I mean, I can share a bed with her. I don't really mind."

Both River and Missy looked as if they were trying to hold back laughter at your Freudian slip, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed by saying anything about it.

"We shouldn't go to sleep yet, I'm not tired," Clara complained as she sat up on the bed, seeming unbothered by your awkward choice of words.

"Well, we could always play a game. Spin the bottle seems like a good way to continue the fun after a night of drinking," River suggested after thinking on it for a moment or so. "Of course, we don't have a bottle, but I might have something on me that we could use-" she muttered while beginning to check her pockets.

"Why don't we play truth or dare?" Missy spoke up, the mischievious grin on her face a dead giveaway that she was up to something.

"Really? Truth or dare?" Clara asked, seeming a bit confused by the choice. You had to agree with her, it did seem a bit tame given that Missy was the one to suggest it.

"Oh, I don't mean normal truth or dare, of course." By this point River had stopped searching through her pockets and was also paying attention. "I meant a more... dirty kind of truth or dare."

No wonder she looked so smug when she first brought it up. There was always some kind of catch with her, as you'd grown to realize over time, so it didn't entirely surprise you. Especially not after the subtle looks and touches that were shared in the bar earlier by you four.

"Why, Missy, I can't believe it. You stole my idea," River joked as she gave Missy a playful nudge, one that was acknowledged by a couple of lighthearted giggles.

"I did no such thing. If you wanted to be the one to take credit for it, you should've said it first." The sexual tension in the room was already starting to become thick and almost stifling, and you hadn't even begun the game yet, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable.

You and Clara shared a look of both apprehension and excitement. Although you knew they'd probably take things slower with the two of you, it was still a bit nerve-wracking knowing how much experience they both had.

Having noticed the look you gave each other, River was quick to reassure the both of you. "Don't worry, we won't do anything too wild tonight. It'll just be a bit of fun."

"Exactly. And what better way to start than with these?" Missy pulled a couple of wrapped chocolate candies out of her pocket. They seemed innocent enough, but knowing her they were probably laced with something.

"What are they?" You questioned while taking one from her, Clara doing the same.

"Oh, they're just a few party favors I picked up," she casually replied, unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth. "Of course, they are aphrodisiacs. I just thought it would add a bit of fun to our game."

River ate one while she spoke, appearing unfazed by their appearance. Either she knew Missy had them or she'd tried something similar to it before, probably both.

"Why don't you try one? They're not overly strong, if that's what you're worried about. The effects start to kick in sometime after the first hour, and they wear off after six."

Usually you'd decline the offer, but the drinking you'd done earlier gave you a surprising boost of courage. Plus, if both Missy and River were taking them, they couldn't be that bad.

Clara watched curiously as you ate one of the chocolates, following suit as she ate one of her own. Nothing immediately happened, but then again Missy did say it took a bit for them to kick in, so you weren't worried.

"Right, so I suppose we should begin playing the game now," Clara said while taking a seat on one of the couches, you sitting down with her while Missy and River each took an armchair. "Who wants to go first?"

You each took turns with truth or dare, either asking each other sexually explicit questions or making overly suggestive dares throughout the game. Despite your earlier apprehension, the excitement you had ended up winning out by the end (it certainly didn't hurt that the chocolate aphrodisiac you took had started to kick in while playing).

"Alright, who's turn is it?" River asked as she sat on the floor, having moved there after being dared by you to give Clara a leg massage a turn before.

"I think it's my turn with Clara," Missy replied with a sly smile, looking as though she had something up her sleeve. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm... dare." Clara had spent most of her turns picking truth, and by this point she didn't know how many more retellings of her past sexual encounters she could give without melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

Missy's smile widened into a grin at her answer. It was as if she somehow knew that's what Clara was going to pick. "Alright, I dare you to come sit in my lap for the next round."

Her eyes widened at that, growing as big as saucers. The brunette looked towards you and River, but you both simply shrugged, as if to say, "You're the one who picked dare".

"Come here, poppet," Missy coaxed in a low and soothing tone as she patted her lap invitingly, almost sounding a little condescending as she beckoned the other woman over. "Come sit with your Mistress."

Clara let out a soft scoff as she stood and walked over, allowing the Time Lady to wrap her arms around her as she sat in her lap.

"I only wish I had one of my vibrators here with me to tease you with," Missy said with a disappointed sigh, one hand resting on Clara's thigh as the other held her waist. Clara herself looked like she was about to combust from all of the teasing. Despite this, she was able to sit still in her lap without incident.

You went back and forth again as you continued to play, River confirming that she once belonged to a swinger's club with her truth while Missy told the best way to properly tame a brat with hers.

When it reached her turn to ask you, you saw her eyes light up with glee. You picked dare just like Clara had, which only seemed to make them sparkle with mischief even more. "I dare you to go find something sexy in the TARDIS to try on, and it has to be a costume of some sorts."

Great, Missy clearly had some sort of humiliation kink where she got off on your pain and suffering. Why did that not surprise you?

"I can go help you look," Clara offered as she went to stand, only to be pulled back down onto Missy's lap.

"I don't think so, pet. You're sitting with me until your next turn, remember?" She playfully wagged her finger in the other girl's face. "No cheating. You have to play by the rules."

"I'll go with you, sweetie," River said casually as she stood, expecting nothing less from Missy and her possessiveness.

Nodding your head, you agreed with her, just happy you didn't have to go out there by yourself.

The TARDIS wardrobe gave off the impression of a large chasm filled with clothes, like a vast and never-ending closet factory. You supposed in a way it almost was.

"Here we are. We'll try this, okay?" River pulled out a Victorian type dress that had so many frills and poofs you thought you might get lost in them all.

"Do I have to?" You whined, already knowing the corset that went with it would be a pain to get on and off.

"Unless you want Missy to come in here and choose for you." Her words shut you up instantly. With your luck, you'd get put in some sort of skimpy maid outfit, and you weren't sure if you were ready to debut that kind of outfit in front of three other people.

"Fine," you huffed while beginning to strip yourself of your current clothing. Until River's hands moved to stop you, that is.

"Do it slower," she commanded in a soft yet firm tone, her eyes trained on you as the outfit you came searching for was momentarily forgotten.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head, doing as she told you to. You hands were a bit shaky from nerves as you moved to slowly take off your clothes, your pulse starting to quicken from the eyes currently watching you.

Once you were completely undressed (save for your underwear and bra) River slowly approached you, her hand reaching out to gently grab your chin. "Do you want me, sweetie?"

Unable to speak, you simple nodded again like you did earlier, something that caused her to lightly click her tongue in disapproval. "I need words, love."

"Yes," you responded in a desperate and breathless voice, gasping when you felt her hands move to gently hold your hips in place as she leaned in closer.

"Beg for it," she murmured in a sultry order, her body practically caging you against the wall by this point. You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and in no way did you want to.

"Please." Your own voice was soft and weak, nothing like the firm and strong one that she had. If it wasn't obvious before who was in charge, it certainly was now.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't seem to hear you. You'll need to speak up."

You knew very well that she'd heard what you said, but your need for her outweighed your slight frustration. "Please," you repeated, a bit louder this time, biting back a moan when you felt her lips move to brush over the side of your jaw.

"Good girl." Her hands went from your hips up to the back of your bra, undoing the clasp so she could remove it. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loudly you were almost certain she could hear its beats.

Her lips traveled from your jaw down to your neck, your head tilting back on instinct. She took her time pressing kisses from there to your collarbone, kissing the spot between your breasts before her lips managed to make it all the way down to your stomach.

You were so caught up in the feeling of her mouth on you that you hadn't even realized she'd sunk down to her knees, her fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear as she looked up at you.

"Beg for me, darling," River commanded in a voice that was smoother than fresh honey, and certainly sweeter than it, too.

"Please," you pleaded with her in a whiny tone, trying your best to stay still as you watched her. "I need you, please."

That seemed to do the trick in satisfying her, as her next course of action was to carefully pull down your underwear. You were thankful there was a wall behind you, otherwise you were quite certain your knees would've buckled the very moment her lips made contact with your obscenely wet pussy, a clear sign the aphrodisiac you'd taken earlier had already started to work.

A loud moan was pulled from your throat as she ran her tongue through your folds in a slow licking motion. It certainly didn't help matters when she pulled one of your legs over her shoulder, giving her mouth better access to the area. It was hard for you not to grind down against her face, but you were worried she'd pull away just to tease you if she noticed you becoming too eager.

Your hand tentatively reached out to grip onto her blonde curls as a method to help keep you grounded. That didn't help much, because the moment her nose bumped into your clit it was over for you and your self restraint.

Her hands were gentle yet firm on your thighs, holding you in place as you reached your climax so you wouldn't end up falling over. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. It had felt so much better than you ever thought it could, and it made you excited for what was to come with the other two.

Since you were too exhausted for the time being to do it yourself, you allowed her to help get you dressed in the outfit she'd chose. You had to admit, it looked better on you than you'd initially thought it would, but that still didn't make you feel any less nervous to show it off.

River carried your other clothes as she helped you get back from the TARDIS to the hotel room, your legs a bit shaky from your earlier orgasm. It was quite clear to the both of you that something equally explicit had happened between Clara and Missy while you were gone judging from the way Clara was still sitting on her lap, now with wrinkled clothes and a bright red face. Missy, meanwhile, sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Took you long enough. I was starting to become worried you'd taken my TARDIS and weren't coming back," she spoke casually, resting her hands on Clara's upper thighs as she spoke. "We had to find other ways to pass the time while waiting for you."

"It took a while for us to get out of there. We got lost," you lied easily, not wanting to have to recount what really made you take so long. Missy didn't seem convinced, but before she could press the matter further River spoke up.

"Oh, sweetie, wait. You forgot the hat," she said, moving to place the over-sized Victorian sunhat on your head. You hadn't even noticed her grabbing it on the way out.

It took about all of two seconds for Missy to burst into a fit of laughter at the sight. "Oh, dear, I don't think that hat fits you very well," she lightly teased while River facepalmed.

"Perhaps you'd look better without it," the archaeologist mused while taking it off you.

Unlike the other two women in the room, Clara didn't seem either amused or exasperated. If anything, the outfit you were currently wearing did nothing but cause her flustered state to grow worse.

"You look nice," she complimented as you took a seat on a nearby couch, her cheeks heating up even more at the sight (if that was even possible). To be fair, you could see why she was reacting in such a way. With the corset and bodice combination both highlighting your breasts and hugging your figure, it would've been more of a surprise if she hadn't be affected by the sight at all.

"Missy," River spoke up suddenly with the intent of resuming the game. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course." Missy was a bit of an open book when it came to her sexual preferences, so it was natural that she would end up choosing dare.

"Alright, I dare you to remove the corset of our little Victorian princess," she said in reference to you, her gaze moving from the Time Lady over to where you were sitting on the sofa. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine with it," you quickly stammered out in response as you felt your face heat up.

Missy appeared pleased that you'd agreed to it so quickly, giving Clara a light pat on the thigh to signal that she could finally get up from her lap. "I'd love nothing more. I haven't been able to think about much other than removing that silly constume of yours the second you stepped in wearing it."

Your heartbeat began to speed up at her words as you allowed her to reach out with one of her smooth, pale hands so she could help pull you up off the couch. It wasn't as easy to move around in your dress as the woman in period piece movies made it seem.

"You see, if it were up to me-" she began, her deft fingers working quickly to untie the corset after unzipping the back of your dress so she had the access to it "-I wouldn't just stop at removing this. I'd keep going until you were completely bare."

Feeling a little bold, you replied in a casual (if not somewhat nervous) voice. "So why don't you?"

Her hands stopped moving briefly, at first making you think that perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Until you felt her tighten her grip on the laces of your corset and use it to pull you back against her chest so that you were both pressed against one another. "Oh, darling," she purred in a seductive tone, her lips brushing over your earlobe. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

You suddenly became acutely aware of the presence you were in, River and Clara both watching you with a combination of shock and arousal. Neither one of them had expected you to initiate something like that, you took it, and you honestly didn't really blame them for thinking so.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and allow me to undress you without problem?" She continued, completely unfazed by the two sets of eyes currently surveying the situation.

"Yes, of course," you breathed out softly, letting out a gasp when you felt her hands yank on the lace of your corset yet again, not being gentle in the slightest.

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, her voice a low hum in your ear when she spoke. "You musn't forget your manners, dear."

"Yes, Mistress," you quickly corrected while nodding your head in understanding, desperately wanting to please her. "Sorry, Mistress."

She let out a noise of satisfaction in response, her hands returning to their task of untying the corset. "Such a good girl, so polite for me. Now, stay still while I undress you."

The sound of her praise filling your ears made you want to let out a whine, but you managed to hold yourself back, not wanting to appear too eager. You did as she'd instructed you to, staying perfectly still as she began to remove your clothes.

Where River was slow and deliberate with her touches, Missy was quick and spontaneous, always leaving you wondering where she would place her hands next. First they were on your back, then they moved down to your hips, and then even further down to your thighs after that before finally coming back up to brush over your stomach. You noticed she never kept them in one place for very long, most likely in an effort to tease you. It was working.

After you were stripped down to your underwear (River hadn't put your bra back on when helping you get dressed, instead choosing to keep it) Missy moved in front of you, her piercing eyes gazing fully upon your practically bare body. You felt like a rabbit being gazed at by a hawk who was in desperate need of a meal.

"Just look at you. Absolutely gorgeous." For once, her words didn't hold a mocking undertone, but rather a subtle appreciation. It made you feel warm inside, in more ways than one.

"Thank you, Mistress," you obediently replied, to which she gave you a pleased smirk in response.

"Aw, such a good pet. You're just like Clara, always remembering your manners... for the most part, anyway."

Clara's cheeks flushed at her words, and you took it that she was remembering what she and Missy had done together when you and River had been gone.

"She likes to be a bit of a brat sometimes," she continued while glancing over in the direction of the two other people in the room. "I must admit, it can be rather cute to put someone back in their place after acting out, but it can become quite tiresome after a while. Luckily she was able to behave for me rather quickly after I threatened her with a good spanking."

"Missy," Clara whisper-shouted her name, the color of her face similar to a tomato by this point.

Acting as if she hadn't even spoken, Missy turned her attention back towards you. "But I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me, won't you, dear?"

Your breath hitched when she moved in closer, her hand reaching out to grab your chin so she could tilt your head up some. "Yes, Mistress, I can be good for you."

"That's a good girl. I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior, don't you?" She kept one hand on your chin as the other slipped down between your thighs, pulling down your underwear. Her fingers ghosted over your folds, which were already starting to become wet again. You wondered just how strong that aphrodisiac was to be able to make you aroused so quickly (at least, you liked to think that's why you were so turned on, and it wasn't just your insatiable need for the three women in the room).

You could see River moving in to press a few kisses to Clara's neck as she watched, her hands gripping onto the couch cushion at the sight of Missy touching you. Missy, who pulled your face back in her direction when she noticed your attention on her had started to slip.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Don't worry about what they're doing."

It was hard not to stare, especially when Clara started letting out soft moans, one of River's hands having found its way up her thigh as they sat there. Still, you didn't want Missy to have to punish you for disobeying her. You wanted to be good, and you wanted to make her proud, so you did your best to listen.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, any other words you might've tacked on at the end about how distracting the other women were being cut off by her fingers suddenly slipping inside of you.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the strangled whine that was pulled from you at the action, not giving you any time to adjust before she started lightly thrusting her fingers in and out. "There you are, poppet. You've been a good girl for me, so you should deserve a reward for it."

You couldn't respond by that point, your focus instead being on trying to stay standing while she pleasured you. At least with River there was a wall for you to lean on as she ate you out. Here you just had to hope if you began to topple over Missy would be quick enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

"M- Mistress-" you managed to breathe out as you unintentionally leaned in towards her, the combination of her pleasuring you while River touched Clara in the background starting to become too much for you to take.

"Aw, does my beautiful pet want me to make them cum, hm? Do you want to cum, my good girl?" Her tone was full of false sympathy, and you knew she'd have no problem denying you if she wanted to.

"Yes, Mistress, please- I've been so good for you, Mistress, please let me cum-" You begged pathetically, hoping you'd be able to sway her into letting you finish.

"If I let you cum, will you allow me to continue playing with you once you're done?" She asked while raising an eyebrow, making it clear there was some sort of catch. That didn't surprise you much. There always was with her.

"I'll let all three of you play with me if you let me cum," you promised in a moment of desperation, something that may or may not come back to bite you judging from the impish gleam in her eyes.

"Why, of course, pet," she purred in a low and uncharacteristically gentle tone. "You may cum now if you want."

If you'd been in a clearer headspace, you might've thought twice about the promise you'd made, but you couldn't. You needed to cum, so when she told you to, you did.

There was no doubt a mess of your juices on her fingers, something that was confirmed when she pulled them out of you and brought them up to your lips. "Clean these off for me, pet."

You were in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm you'd just experienced to protest, so you allowed her to slip her fingers into your mouth. Watching her with hooded eyes, you used your tongue to lick her fingers clean, not missing the proud look in her eyes as you completed the action.

"Good pet," she cooed once you were done, petting your head with her free hand. "Now why don't you come sit with me while River finishes her turn with Clara, hm?"

Missy took you by the wrist and guided you over to the armchair she'd been sitting in previously, carefully pulling you onto her lap so you could watch the scene before you. River had slipped her hand into Clara's pants at some point, giving her the same treatment and undivided attention that Missy had given to you.

"Don't they look so pretty, pet?" Missy murmured next to your ear, her hands resting on your bare thighs as she spoke.

A light shiver went down your spine at the sudden realization that you were naked while she was still completely clothed. "Yes, Mistress. They look very pretty."

Clara's eyes managed to catch yours while River was kissing her neck, the mere sight of you and Missy observing her while she was in such a compromising position being the thing that ended up pushing her over the edge. You could hear the faint mutters of praise River was giving as she removed her fingers from inside her, using her tongue to clean them off. You could only imagine how soaked Clara's underwear must be by this point.

"You'll never believe what my sweet little pet here agreed to," Missy began, her casual tone a stark contrast to the mischievous look in her eyes.

You gulped at her words, remembering the promise you made earlier about letting not only her, but also River and Clara play with you if she let you cum.

River seemed to catch on pretty quickly, a slight smirk toying with her lips as she looked over at you, but Clara was still too caught up in the aftermath of her own orgasm to pay attention.

"Why don't you tell them what you told me, dear?" Missy suggested as one of her hands moved from your thigh up to your waist, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I- I said that I'd let you three play with me some more if she allowed me to cum," you muttered softly, feeling your face heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

That certainly got the attention of both River and Clara, the former's smirk widening while the latter eyed you curiously, evidently wondering about the deal you'd made. You were sure the Time Lady whose lap you were sitting in looked as smug as ever, though you couldn't see her face to be sure.

"I have a pair of handcuffs that might assist in making it a bit more fun," River said while pulling said pair out of the inside of her coat. Where she got them, you had no clue, but the fact she had them in her inventory didn't surprise you in the slightest. "If you're alright with it, that is."

You were feeling a bit nervous, you had to admit, but between the both the alcohol and aphrodisiac from earlier still coursing through your veins, your adrenaline was pumping in a way you'd never felt it before. You had an thirst to quench, an itch to scratch, and you were positive this was the best way to get rid of it.

"I'm more than alright with it," you replied in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than you felt. That was all it took for yet another round of fun to begin.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You remembered being handcuffed and blindfolded (both of which you enthusiastically consented to) after moving onto one of the massive beds, which were thankfully big enough to fit all four of you if need be.

There was always at least two pairs of hands on you, though it was usually all three at once. You could tell which ones belonged to which woman because of the way they moved across your body.

River was teasing yet sensual, her touch slower than the others. Missy was a bit erratic, always leaving you guessing where she'd be moving to next. And Clara was gentle, lightly using her fingertips to trace the contours of your body.

After everything was said and done, they undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold, a various string of praises being muttered from all three. One wiped you down while another held you close, the third grabbing clean clothes for you. It was a miracle after all that you hadn't passed out from an exhausted fit of pleasure yet, or that somebody hadn't made a noise complaint.

River and Missy "retired" to their own bed, though you knew they both stayed up for a while after that because of the muffled moans and squeaking from the mattress. Despite that, you couldn't say it bothered you much, as you were too caught up in what would soon become your own passion-filled embrace with Clara to notice.

"You were awfully bold tonight," she commented while laying next to you on the bed, a hint of admiration in her voice as she spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you act so forward with your sexual advances before."

"Well, a couple of drinks and a chocolate full of aphrodisiac certainly didn't hurt," you said in a somewhat joking manner, one of your hands reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair back from her face.

Her big brown eyes watched you intently, the look in them an interesting combination of both affection and arousal. "You know, I never got my own private turn with you," she commented with a suggestive undertone.

"Oh, really? Maybe we should fix that, then." You moved your hand from her hair down to her waist, pulling her closer to you on the bed so that your bodies were pressed against one another, limbs locking together like the perfect two pieces of a puzzle.

She let out a soft gasp when you did that, her eyes fluttering shut the moment you dropped your face to the crook of her neck and started placing kisses there. "Oh, darling..." She murmured in ecstacy, her hands gripping onto your back as she held you close.

You could feel her nails digging in slightly, but you couldn't find it in you to care. One of your legs found its way between hers, slotting them together as you moved even closer to her.

Your bodies moved in tandem with each other, heavy pants and moans leaving from the both of you as your clothed pussies rubbed against each other just right. It wasn't very difficult getting you both to the point of release, but even after that you felt the need to continue.

At some point your movements went from being quick and desperate to slow and careful, turning into a much more romantic scenario in the blink of an eye. One of your hands held onto Clara's, your fingers laced tightly in a firm grip while you grinded against her.

"You're so good for me, Clara." The words fell from your lips easily, wanting to let her know just how good she made you feel and what a wonderful job she was doing. "Such a good girl, always a good girl for me."

She loudly whined at your words, her back arching up into you as her grip on your hand tightened. "Say- Say it again," she begged breathlessly, her eyes shut as she took in the moment. "Tell me again how good I am for you."

It was hard for you to not want to get a little rough at her obvious desperation, but you didn't want to put her through another energy draining round right before bed. You knew that right now she needed you to be gentle, so you managed to restrain yourself.

"You're so good, sweetheart. Always so well-behaved for me, even if you don't do the same for Missy," you added in a playful tease, referring back to the previous interaction she had that you weren't there to witness.

"Why must you always tease me so?" She question in an exaggerated huff, clearly not actually upset.

"Because I find it so cute getting to watch you pout, that's why." You leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to her face, most of which ended up on her mouth.

Even after you both came yet again, you still didn't move away from each other, far too comfortable to want to untangle your limbs. Besides, it's not like there was anything that needed to be cleaned up, meaning you were both able to drift off to sleep in one another's warm embrace.

You woke the next morning to find Clara sleeping peacefully in your arms, her face tucked into the crook of your neck as she was cuddled up closely beside you. The sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

"Good morning, beautiful," you murmured affectionately when she began to stir, your hand moving to smooth back the hair from her face. Even with bedhead, she still managed to take your breath away.

"Good morning." Her voice was a bit raspy when she spoke, obviously from sleep. Blinking a few times, she let out a yawn. "Where are River and Missy?" She questioned while looking around some.

"I think they went to get us some breakfast. They should be back soon."

She hummed softly in acknowledgement at your words, snuggling closer to you as you spoke. "I really enjoyed last night," she admitted after a moment or so, sounding a little bit shy, something that you noticed even with her current grogginess.

"I did, too. We'll have to do this again sometime, though maybe we can go to where it's just the two of us." You loved River and Missy, but there was only so much of them you could take before you were completely worn out. As much fun as it might've been, last night was certainly a reminder of that.

She moved her head so that her chin was resting on your shoulder, staring up at you with her big brown eyes. "I think I'd like that," she replied quietly, a smile tugging at her lips. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, one that you immediately reciprocated.

You broke the kiss when you heard a distinct sound of mischief and chaos coming from the hallway outside the room, one that always let you know when either River or Missy were nearby. In this case, it happened to be both.

Clara let out a whine of protest when you sat up some as she was still clinging onto you, though her want to stay in bed was soon won over by her hunger when her stomach let out an audible growl.

You let out a soft laugh when it happened, something she responded with by giving you a lighthearted shove.

"Come on, honey. Let's go get breakfast."

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Kitchen Kisses

Yet another 10th doctor x reader. Am I ashamed? Yes. Will I stop obsessing over this man any time soon? Absolutely not. Requests are open. Sorry if this is short, I wrote it in a hurry. Reader is gn and as always this is also on my Ao3. Idk if I should start making a masterlist. Enjoy!!

Cooking wasn't easy for you.

Every time you even came remotely close to a stove, it seemed ready to explode. Even so, you could manage on your own most times. You could warm up milk and boil pasta with (almost) no problems. Plus, you could always count on delivery.

You couldn't count on someone to deliver you a pizza, however, on a spaceship like the TARDIS. You also couldn't count on your culinary skills anymore, because you ended up being continuously distracted by the Doctor. He had the tendency to often look over your shoulder and suddenly ask if whatever you'd been cooking was ready, or if you needed anything, or if that fire in the corner was normal (it never was).

Nevertheless, you never gave up. Alien food couldn't always be healthy for you, you thought, referring to all the snacks the Doctor got for you in your travels; plus, you really wanted to impress him. "One of these days you're going to crawl to me begging for a recipe", you jokingly bragged, making him smirk; "yeah, sure, one of these days", he replied sarcastically, getting your cheeks all red.

It had been a rough day, full of adventures and trouble, and you had been left with a headache and too little to keep your hands busy with. You'd decided to scurry over to the kitchen to attempt (and probably fail) at making an omelette. You played some music on your cellphone and got to work.

Step one: crack the egg. Done. Step two: heat the pan. Also done. Step three: add the oil. You almost burned yourself, but nevertheless you got it done.

You looked around before going onto step four. It was odd. The Doctor wasn't around to distract you, the music was relaxing, nothing was on fire. It almost seemed impossible. Nonetheless, it wasn't over yet.

Step four: add the egg. You poured the liquid into the fizzing oil very carefully. Success! In your head you cheered, a smile making its way onto your lips.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being hugged, and audibly gasped. Realizing it was only the Doctor (who else but him smelled like candle wax and argan oil?) you sighed, relieved. "You scared me."

"Sorry. Whatcha making?" he asked, peeking at what was cooking in the pan. "Egg?"

"Yeah. I'm making an omelette. Wanna share?"

"If it survives the process," he laughed. You giggled with him. "What's that music?"

"Just my playlist. It was supposed to help me stay focused."

"Why are you using the past tense?"

"Because now you're here to distract me, aren't you?"

The Doctor smiled. "Not at all!" he chuckled. "Why do you think that?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Because you always distract me."

"You mean you can't focus when I'm around?"

"Yes." You realized what it sounded like as soon as the Time Lord stared at you with his satisfied smirk plastered onto his face. "Wait. No. No, I didn't mean that. Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I said exactly what you wanted to hear."

"Well, maybe you did say exactly what I wanted to hear."

There was silence for a couple seconds. His arms were still around you. He was so warm.

His lips were also warm. They made their way over to yours, erasing every inch of space left between the two of you. Your breaths slowed down. Time didn't stop, it went on and on and on, and the seconds you shared with your bodies pressed together like that didn't feel like years to you, but maybe to the Time Lord they did. You were broken apart by the sound of the oil fizzing a little too loud. With his arms still around your waist, the Doctor turned off the stove.

"Better get back to your cooking", he whispered, testing the waters.

You smiled. "Why would I do that now? I'm busy."

"Busy?"

"Indeed. Very busy kissing your stupid face until you say sorry for startling me earlier."

The Doctor gave you one of his best smiles. "Well, then, let's get down to business. But I'm not saying sorry if that means you'll stop kissing me. You know that, right?"

"You dumbo. C'mere", you murmured, kissing him again.

[yigaclvn]

Chapter 7: Nothing Else Matters

Michiko accompanies Lord Ren on a mission. A familiar face resurfaces. And more OC’s are introduced.

“Kuni, get up. You’re joining me on a patrol today.”

Ren called as he knocked on her door. Michiko groaned as she sat up in the bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She let out a grumble to let him know that she was up as she heard him retreat down the hall outside her door. Michiko knew better than to try to talk him out of joining him on the patrol so she complied and started changing from her sleep wear to the Yiga uniform.

After a long day and night, the sun was beginning to set when Ren announced that patrol hours are officially over. Since his patrol area around the Tabantha area, sometimes other young Yiga would join in on the patrols while disguised as normal civilians. When he dismisses them all back to the hideout and only Ren and Michiko remain, she contemplates asking him if they can stop for food before they make their way back to the hideout.

“Kuni, let's get going. There’s an annual blade master meeting tonight.” Ren stated.

Confusion washes over Michiko’s face as she raises an eyebrow and glances over at him. “A blade master meeting?”

Ren started walking away before she could even ask her next question. “But I’m not a blade master. Why am I coming?”

He’s silent for a few seconds as she catches up with him and he looks over at her. “Master Kohga has asked for an update on your training.”

Anxiety begins eating at her as they make their way to the hideout.

They both arrived at the hideout a little later than everyone else. The other blade masters were all standing in a line, waiting for the master.

“I’m so sorry, my fellow blade masters. We were patrolling and left as soon as we could. Excuse our tardiness.” Ren apologized.

“Hello, Ren.” A woman about his height greeted him. “Who’s we?” She asked, slightly tilting her head in confusion.

All eyes land on Michiko as she emerges from behind Ren, with a shy wave. Her eyes immediately catch sight of a familiar horned mask but this time there’s a crack on the mask.

“Michiko?!” Sooga suddenly asked.

“Sooga?” She responded.

“You two have met before?” Ren asked.

“Yes,” Michiko replied to Ren’s question. “I aided him on a mission quite a while ago.”

“Ren, who’s that?” Another blade master asked as he pointed over at her.

“My apprentice, Michiko. As I said before, we were finishing patrolling and as soon as we were done, we came here for the meeting.”

Michiko was surprised that he left out the part of why she’s at the meeting. After all, only blade masters are allowed to be at these annual meetings and the other ones know that too. But before anyone else could get another word in, Master Kohga arrived.

“Thank you for coming to the annual blade master meeting.” Kohga says.

“Ren, a word please.” The meeting had ended and the master called for Ren. As Michiko was about to join them, Master Kohga waved a hand. “Not you, Michiko.”

She nodded and remained in place in the hall where the other blade masters were. During the meeting, she was allowed to stay. Nothing peculiar happened other than the blade masters updating their ongoing investigations on finding the princess’ knight, the status of their patrolling areas. Not all the blade masters had apprenticeships other than Ren and the woman who had greeted him earlier.

Michiko was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt a hand being placed on her shoulder.

“Michiko.. it’s great to see you again. How long has it been, two years?”

She turned around to see Sooga and a few other blade masters. Their masks were off as Michiko pulled hers off as well. They all looked like they were in their late teens to early twenties.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at him. “And yes it’s been nearly two years since we completed that mission.”

“Lord Sooga, will you introduce us?” The woman from earlier excitedly requested.

“Yes, Michiko, these are a few of my fellow blade masters. This is Ayame,” he said referring to the woman, “and those two over there are Matsuda and Yoshida. Twin brothers that I personally trained.” The twins looked over at her and one of them waved while the other silently observed.

“Don’t worry, Matsuda has always been more reserved. Even with me.” Sooga slightly chuckled.

“How did you become an apprentice for Lord Ren? He has never been keen on finding one.” Yoshida asked.

Michiko awkwardly scratched the back of her neck, “it was Master Kohga who told him about me.”

The twins glanced at each other as Ayame spoke up, “I definitely look forward to having another woman join us.”

Michiko smiled as Ren emerged from the master’s study.

“Tomorrow we have more training to do.” He announced glancing over at Michiko.

“Ren, you must join the three of us for a late dinner before we all depart to do our tasks.” Sooga suggests. “Michiko, you as well.”

She raised her eyebrows as Michiko looked over at Ren. First she was able to stay in for their meeting and now she might join them for dinner? She never would’ve expected her day to be so.. eventful.

“Okay.” Ren sighed and gave in as the six of them headed to the dining room.

Despite popular belief, bananas weren’t the only thing in the clan’s menu, as the Yiga’s chef brought out bowls of harusame soup for each of them. And besides the six of them, another blade master who went by Ryuji, joined them. Michiko tried to greet him at the beginning of dinner, but he just glanced at her before turning away.

At one end of the table sat Ren and at the other end sat Matsuda. Michiko, Sooga, and Yoshida on one side, with Ayame and Ryuji facing her. Michiko sat in between Sooga and Yoshida, with Sooga closest to Matsuda and Ayame closest to Ren. Everyone ate and chatted idly while Michiko simply observed. With all of them knowing each other so well, she felt a bit out of place being in the middle of them.

Eventually Sooga started making conversation with Michiko since their first interaction.

“So how’s your training with Lord Ren going?” Sooga asked.

For some reason, Michiko didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him so she told him the truth.

“It’s a lot harder than I thought to join all of you among the blade master ranks.” Michiko admitted.

Sooga hummed in agreement. “It’s difficult to get your body to get used to the techniques but once you master them, it's as simple as breathing.”

“Did you have difficulties ranking up?” She asked.

“At first, yes. But that was because I was nearly starving to death when I found the Master and he took me under his wing. I was just a fourteen year old boy putting too much pressure on myself and trying to rush my recovery process. But over time and with training, I was able to defeat a golden lynel and that’s when I was given the rank of blade master.”

At the age of fourteen, he was already a blade master.

“I just… I just feel like I’m falling behind with me being nineteen years old and still being an apprentice.” Michiko sighed.

“But you made quite the progress. With your hard work, you went from being a Yiga captain to an apprentice to a blade master. Lord Ren is also one of our strongest warriors.” Sooga praised.

Michiko’s cheeks turned pink. “Actually… Master Kohga told Lord Ren about me after I punched a fellow captain. Because he sees potential in me.”

Sooga raised an eyebrow, “why’d you do it?”

“Because he said that women in the clan should just stick to being wives or being nurses and that we shouldn’t be out there on the battlefield.”

The two of them were so engrossed in their conversation and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

“How’s the engaged life going for you two?” Ryuji asked Ren and Ayame.

They’re engaged? Michiko thought.

Sooga must’ve noticed her surprised expression. “Teenage friends to lovers who’re set to marry. They met since they joined the clan at the same time..”

Yoshida must’ve noticed her expression too because he starts speaking to Michiko.

“Tell me, how old are you, Michiko?”

“I’m nineteen.”

“Ah, the same as me. A year younger than Lord Sooga.” Yoshida smiled.

“Do you have a significant other waiting for you back home?” Yoshida playfully asks. “Or a girlfriend even? Surely a pretty girl like you wouldn’t have any trouble finding a suitor.”

Michiko shakes her head as she blushes, “no, nobody has caught my interest yet.”

“Yoshida, leave the poor girl alone. Not everyone needs to be married off at a young age like you.”

Yoshida huffs at Ayame’s comment. “I’m just saying. She’s a beautiful young lady, anyone would ask to court her.” He suddenly smirks and looks over at Sooga. “Right Sooga? Wouldn’t Kuni be a beautiful bride?”

Sooga regretted not having his mask on to conceal his face as it turned red and he stuttered for an answer. “I-… yes. Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. She’s beautiful but just not for me.”

Yoshida snickered.

“She’s beautiful but she should focus on her Yiga duties first. Michiko, you’re still young and have plenty of time to pick a suitor.” Sooga settles on that response at last. His cheeks were as red as their uniform.

Michiko giggled to herself. He always seemed so calm and collected during their interactions. Never this flustered.

“Are you romantically involved with someone, Lord Sooga?”

“No.” He quickly replied.

“Are you interested?” Yoshida asked with a shit eating grin.

Now it was Michiko’s turn to get flustered. “What? N- no. I was just curious.” She chuckled breathlessly.

An awkward silence falls between her and Sooga. And everyone else around them hollers and cackles.

“There’s early training tomorrow, so you should get plenty of rest, Kuni.” Ren suggested.

Michiko had never been so grateful for Lord Ren intervening.

“Right.” She responded.

The two of them stand up.

“I should go to bed too.” Ayame said.

“I too, must leave.” Sooga added.

Suddenly everyone was getting up from the dining table. Before Michiko makes her way to the hall where her room was, Ayame stops her.

“Good luck with your training under Lord Ren. When you join us in the blade master ranks, I look forward to having another woman to talk to.” Ayame said enthusiastically.

“Of course.” Michiko smiled at her.

Since Ayame is a blade master, she joins Lord Ren as the two of them walk off down the hall.

“I meant to congratulate you for being in the apprentice rank now. Best of luck with your training and I hope to see you join us in the next blade master meeting among our ranks.”

“Only one can dream.” Michiko whispered.

He turns to leave but Yoshida had other ideas. He’s standing behind Sooga and reaches forward with his massive arms, pulling you in for a hug, essentially squishing Michiko into Sooga’s chest.

“Such a great time! Kuni, it was nice meeting you. I look forward to seeing you again.”

Yoshida released them both and threw an arm around Sooga’s shoulders as they headed down the hall.

Michiko shook her head and smiled. She was beginning to get attached to everyone in the clan.

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[13thdoctorplease]

The Doctor (13th) comes to pick you up after a terrible weekend with your family

**I'm not fluent in english so PLEASE feel free to correct my mistakes!!! i'll gladly learn more

The screams are still very loud even after you closed the door. A sound of a slap follows, and you tremble slightly, even though it was just an usual sunday morning in your house. Your hands feel numb as you retrieve your phone, hidden under the pillow, and call the Doctor's number, tears stinging your throat.

"Hello?" She answers almost immediately, and you were about to respond when a door slammed loudly in the hallway, causing you to almost drop your phone in fear. "What's happening?" she asks before you could utter a word. You don't even attempt to steady your voice.

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Of course."

The Tardis materializes behind you, and the Doctor emerges from the doors in mere seconds, approaching you with worried eyes. And you are crying now. Crying and buried in her arms, your face nestled between her neck and shoulder. She frozes momentarily, unsure of how to react to the sudden hug, but quickly recovered and held you tightly.

There was no need for explanations as the sounds of their ongoing argument echoed from their room. You couldn't discern the exact words, but their heated voices send waves of anxiety through you. You are so sad, and so scared, and so tired.

The Doctor placed a comforting hand on your back as she led you to the Tardis, saying nothing as she navigated the console and whisked you away from that place.

You stood by the doors, tears streaming down your cheeks, and words stuck in your throat. The Doctor hurried back to you, cupping your face in her hands. The slight sense of comfort caused you to cry even harder, and in exasperation, she changed her position, pulling you close with her arms encircling your waist.

"I hate them." She says when you're not facing her anymore. You let out a soft sob against her chest.

"I don't." you reply. "But I wish they didn't hate each other."

You can almost feel the ghost of her lips against your forehead as she holds you close, gently guiding you to sit together on the stairs. You're so close to her, craving her touch and comfort so intensely that you're almost sitting in her lap, your head nestled against her chest and her hands resting on your thighs.

"I'm not sure what to say, but I'll hold you until I figure it out," she says with a faint chuckle.

"You're so kind, Doctor." You let out a little laugh.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, barely audible, and then she adjusts your position, pulling you onto her thighs and holding you tighter. "I'll always be here for you. No matter where or when. If you need me, I'll be there. I can't stand to see you sad."

"It's their fault," you whisper.

"You deserve so much love," she admits, finally giving in and planting a gentle kiss on your hair. You exhale, feeling exhausted yet experiencing something else you can't quite identify.

"You're the only one who makes me feel like I deserve it."

The Doctor runs her fingers through your hair, a gesture that speaks volumes even though she may not be certain how to comfort you. This closeness is new for both of you, and while she's always been kind, these recent moments feel more... intimate. She doesn't say anything, and she doesn't need to. You try to forget, if only for tonight, the rage and chaos that fills your home and focus on the love found in the Doctor's arms. She embodies everything the younger version of you always yearned for —being cared for.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" she asks after a while. You open your eyes and raise your head to meet her gaze. She smiles softly. "I can think of plenty of fun places we could visit."

You return her smile but refrain from nodding.

"Can we just stay in for now?" you ask.

Her eyes soften. "Of course. I'm pretty sure there is a fireplace somewhere in the library... Does that sound good?"

Your heart is finally warm.

[princess-lvcifer]

necrobutcher

eurodead • drabble • no plot tbh

summary: where Jørn realises that Øystein and Pelle have something going on, but refuses to believe it.

A/N: basic ass title, I know.

Loud metal and voices in the middle of the dark nothingness, that's what the cabin where the members of Mayhem lived was like because they were having a party.

"Where the fuck are these two?" Metalion asked Necrobutcher in the garden, referring to Euronymous and Dead with his camera in hand and hanging around his neck, ready to take a couple of pictures. He wasn't particularly bothered by the wait, but no one liked to wait too long and he was also curious.

"I think they're still in the bathroom," Necrobutcher replied, taking a sip from his small bottle of beer.

"Still?" he asked puzzled and slightly surprised.

"I'll go and see," he said heading for the door to enter the cabin. He didn't have to walk far to reach the bathroom. He saw that the door was closed, and was even more surprised when he put his hand on it to push it open, seeing that it was bolted shut. "Hey, what the hell are you doing!? Come on out, Metalion's waiting!"

"We're coming, give us a minute!" Euronymous hastened to reply.

"You act like girls, I swear," he said referring to the make-up issue and the fact that they even locked themselves in the bathroom together.

The bassist looked at the door, still puzzled that it was closed and slightly annoyed by their tardiness, but decided not to make a big deal out of it. Surely it wasn't what it looked like, it was impossible.

When they soon came out of the bathroom Metalion was finally able to take some pictures of them: each of them alone, just Euronymous and Dead, and the whole band. At one point, posing to the right of the guitarist, the bassist noticed that some of his make-up was smeared on the right side of his face. It was strange because he had just come out of the bathroom where he had spent too long putting on his make-up, he hadn't had time to ruin it so quickly and he had spent too long in there for it to have looked bad.

The threads started to come together later, when he was next to Dead drinking and talking to Hellhammer, who noticed that he had the right side of his neck stained white and even a little black, turned grey by the mixture of those colours — it was barely noticeable because he had apparently tried to rub it off with his hand and tried to hide it with his hair and clothes.

He didn't react and tried not to stare at his neck for too long. Since he wasn't talking or being spoken to directly at the moment, he decided to look for Euronymous on the other side of the party, who was talking to Faust and Occultus. He had the good fortune, or perhaps rather the misfortune, to find the guitarist in the same situation as himself — catching him looking in his direction, and he guessed that he wasn't looking specifically at him or Hellhammer, but at Dead.

Maybe if he hadn't gone after them in the bathroom and found out they were locked up with the latch on he wouldn't have realised what they were probably up to. Part of him was surprised, but part of him wasn't — they were very close, they'd known each other for years through letters, they were the most involved with the band, Euronymous cared the most about Dead, and they'd even gone to Sweden together. Apart from the fact that the guitarist was a communist, and the vocalist claimed to be apolitical.

But he wanted to believe that maybe he was just paranoid and that his prejudices and alcohol were making him believe the wrong thing, even though it was all true.

A/N: Sorry if something was weird expressed, English isn't my first language. 🇪🇦 Crossposted on AO3.

[specialagentlokitty]

10th doctor x reader - the stars in your eyes

Part 5:

You got in the TARDIS and Martha excused herself to go grab something to eat while the pair of you talked.

You walked around the console, running your hand along it, and you stopped when you got to the chairs and you sat down.

“I’m sorry I got angry with you, and for the things I said.”

“I messed up, you had a right to be angry.”

You leant back, tilting your head back and you closed your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

“I should’ve told you straight away, but I saw a chance for adventure and I really wanted to go…”

The doctor studied your quietly for a moment.

“You should have told me, this can be really dangerous (Y/N), what if you get hurt or worse?”

“I’m used to being blind doctor, I’ve adjusted, it’s why I know you’re stood about five feet away from me right now.”

“How do you know?”

You thought for a moment, trying to come up with a clever lie that would be somewhat believable.

“I can tell by the distance of your voice.”

He hummed a little and walked over, sitting next to you and you turned your head to look at his golden form.

“Answer my this. If you can’t see, how did you know that the galaxy we were looking at was the milky way? How did you ask to see the stars?”

“I have a small perception of light, not much but a little, it’s why my eyes are sensitive to the light because they can’t handle it.”

The doctor nodded his head and he looked at you.

“But how did you know where we were?”

“I guess you can call it an instinct? I always know where I am, exact location, whether it’s north, south, east or west, I know where I am and how far I go to get to where I have to be.”

“Impossible.”

You gestured to the console and he got up, and you rattled off the exact location of the TARDIS and he looked at you amazed.

“No…”

“Been able to do it since I was a child.”

The doctor walked back over.

He stood in front of you, his hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“Why didn’t you tell me though? Before you started travelling? Does Donna know?”

“Of course she knows I grew up with her, she was there when my vision went. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to say no to me coming, but I now realise that was a mistake.”

You slowly stood up and sighing heavily.

“Just answer me this doctor, two hearts. Why?”

“Oh that’s right you kept me alive!”

He quickly pulled you in for a hug and you hesitated for a split second before hugging him back, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“I never did thank you for that, so thank you so much…” he whispered.

“The universe needs the doctor.” You chuckled.

You pulled away and crossed your arms over your chest.

“So, two hearts. What exactly are you Goldman? I know you’re not human.”

“I’m a time lord.”

That word rattled around in your head like a church bell, over and over and over, repeating non stop.

The doctor waited for you to reply and after a moment he went to say your name but stopped when the door creaked open he stopped.

He looked up and you took a step away.

“Sorry, like I said I know I shouldn’t have come. It was a mistake and I’m a liability.”

You turned around and ignored him calling out to you.

“Did you make a list…?” You mumbled to Martha.

“I did, I sent it to that address you asked me too.”

“Thank you, I might be seeing you around Martha Jones.”

You cracked a smile and you stepped outside, the doctor rushing behind you calling your name but you were gone.

You melted into the sea of people and he couldn’t pick you out from the crowd.

“What was that about?” Martha asked.

“She had other things to do I suppose…”

When you were sure that you could be seen by the TARDIS, you began to jog slightly around a corner that had no people.

Your body disappeared into small particles until no one could see you, and you reappeared back at the house by the front door and you opened it.

“(Y/N)!?” Wilf called.

“Yeah it’s me! Did you get a list of books?!” You called back.

You closed the door and set your glasses aside, and you wondered into the kitchen, sitting down at the table.

“I did, Donna’s out right now getting them all. What are they for?”

Wilf set a cup in front of you and he sat down at the table with you.

“They’re books that talk about a legend, about the child of the universe. Stories made up through all of human history, apparently humans have been talking about me for centuries.”

“Really?”

“I knew there were some stories out there, but I wasn’t aware how many people knew about me, or, rather believed in something like me, it makes absolutely no sense.”

“And why’s that?” Donna asked.

She set a few bags down on the table and stood behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders and you took a deep breath.

“I thought you were staying with him? Oh and Grandad mum wants your help with something outside.” She asked.

Wilf grumbled and got up, and Donna took his seat at the table.

“So? Why aren’t you staying with the doctor?”

You cracked a weak smile, looking down at the table.

“I can’t…”

“Why? What happened?”

“He knows I’m blind, shouted at me, I stormed out, we spoke, I found out he’s a time lord so I can’t travel with him.”

“He shouted at you?!”

“Donna it’s fine.”

She shook her head.

“It’s not! I’ll smack him! And what’s a time lord?”

You ran a hand down your face.

“It’s a civilisation from a distant planet, I’m not sure what happened to them, but for some reason he can’t tell I’m not human, he has suspicions but he can’t tell.”

“Is it such a bad thing if he knows?”

You heard talking in the hallway and you got Donna to followed you upstairs to your room.

You closed the door and sat on the bed, and Donna sat next to you, taking the remote for your tv to put something on to cover the talking.

“What you found me I came crashing down from space itself right? But was there anything else that seemed strange?”

“No?”

“I was frozen Donna, frozen in time. The time lords put me in a time lock which for some reason or another broke. The froze me in time which was why I was still so young.”

Donna looked at you.

“Why…?”

“Because I was something unknown to them, powerful even at such a young age and they feared what they didn’t know. They feared me, a little girl who was just trying to find her parents again… they took me and locked me away in the furthest depths of the universe and the time lock broke, and I came crashing down to earth.”

You took Donna’s hand in yours and held it.

“I love you all like my own family, you are my family. But you’ve seen what the doctor does to any aliens on earth, if he finds out what I am Donna he’ll do that to me…”

“I won’t let him!”

“You won’t get a say… he’ll send me away.. he’ll time lock me again.. but I keep hearing whispers in the universe, things that don’t make sense, it’s why I got those books, I thought maybe it would help.”

“Help with what? I don’t understand.”

“Help in trying to figure out why in here, why I hear these whispers. Something is happening Donna, and I need to find out before it’s too late.”

She looked at you and you looked at her, and she could have sworn she saw the flicker of one of the stars in your eyes going out.

She focused on your eyes, carefully studying them to make sure that they weren’t going out, but she never did.

“Alright, I’ll get them, you do your project thingy.”

You laughed softly and laid down, projecting yourself out of your body as you waited for her to return with the books.

You sat down and turned your attention towards the stars, furrowing your brows a little bit, you created a replica of the universe in front of you, and you spun it around a few times.

You felt like something was missing, a planet was missing, but you weren’t entirely sure what it was.

Waving your hand through model universe, you made it disappear and Donna came back in, dumping the books on your bed.

“Do you need any help?”

You looked at her and walked over, placing your finger on her forehead.

“Anything that mentions child of the universe got it.”

With that, you sat down on the floor while Donna went through the books, you sat with your legs crossed and closed your eyes.

The universe had things it wanted to tell you, and you were listening, taking in everything it was whispering for you to hear.

But nothing was standing out, so you began to search harder, trying to clear some of the words that weren’t quite making sense.

You needed a lead, anything that could help, and right now the only sounds echoing were the same thing.

The darkness was coming.

The child of time and the child of the universe.

But there was a new one.

One seemingly calling out for you, but somehow linked to the doctor, a female voice whispering.

The voice was calling out to the doctor, but she sounded so far away, her voice rippling through space like she wasn’t in the same universe you were right now.

But you could hear her words just barely

Bad wolf