#timelord rock

[thelegsnoserobinson]

8x12 - Death in Heaven

[bingqiv]

with the introduction of gods and the pantheon, we’re HAVE to get a mention of the deal the doctor made with death after the rock murdering of torvic . right! right. right?

[schlattsdoll]

so like... 106 with dt doctor...

forget you - tenth doctor

minors dni

prompt: “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

warnings: lil angst, smut {18+}, oral {fem receiving}, dom!doctor, mentions of toxic men & cheating, pet names {love, darling,}line from good omens THAT BROKE ME WRITING, you are responsible for your own media consumption!!!

tenth doctor x fem! reader

nobody said trying to date and travel through time and space would’ve been easy.  that was until you met jordan, handsome, charismatic jordan. he was everything you could’ve dreamed of. well, almost. he wasn’t the doctor, but since you had it in your mind it could never happen, you settled for what you had.

jordan was so understanding of you traveling around, “bring me back a star!.” he joked.

the doctor and you had just come back from alpha centuri and he even let you keep a small space rock to give to your love. much to your surprise jordan was kissing another girl.

your heart shattered, you thought he was loyal to you all this time. a year of your life wasted away by him. “care to explain to me what’s going on?” you confronted him. his jaw dropped and he immediately pushed the girl off him. “y-y/n! it’s not what it looks like i swear!”

“oh i think it’s exactly what it looks like. c’mon love. let’s go you don’t need him.” the doctor ushered you away and into the tardis.

you couldn’t help but break down and sob. how could he? he did seem too excited that you were traveling with the doctor but you didn’t see it as you being a bit on the side, you thought he was just genuinely happy for you.

“love, im so sorry. he didn’t deserve you, he was an arse just using you.” the doctor held you as you cried into his suit jacket. his touch was gentle, as if you were a doll made of porcelain. “how can i make it up to you mhmm? lunch in new new york? crepes straight from france? i’ll do anything love, i’m desperate to see that beautiful smile again.”

you swiped away at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, confused at what you just heard. you know he had a habit of calling you “love” but you thought of that as him mindlessly flirting. you should’ve known nothing the doctor does is “mindless”. you look up at the time lord, a puzzled look on your face speaks for you. “oh for god’s sake y/n! i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you since we met and you started traveling with me. it broke my hearts when i saw you with him, i wished it could be us instead. please darling, i know it’s poor timing but can we be an us?”

"doctor, i dont know what to say..." "say yes, please my darling." the doctor stared at you with his big brown eyes, almost with a puppy dog like stare. "yes doctor." he leaned down into you and grabbed you with the most intensity  youve seen from him as he kissed you for the first time. your lips collided and it felt like a universe ahs been born between you two.

the timelord deepened the kiss, his hands roaming your body until they landed on your ass, grabbing it gently. "i wanna help you forget all about him. you shouldve never been with him, i wanted you from the beginning. i shouldve been more open to you love.” he broke away to catch his breath and confess more.

“help me forget him then doctor, i want you, so bad.” you tugged at his hair, pulling him towards you. your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed you once more. “now that you’re mine love, i’m not letting you go.” he led you to his room on board the tardis and laid you down gently on his bed. the kiss got a lot more intense, hands tugging at each other’s clothes, you managed to pull his suit jacket off and undo some buttons while your shirt was completely gone. the two of you pulled away breathlessly, foreheads resting against each other. the doctor looked at you with such admiration in his eyes.

“are you sure you want this love?” he asked you, hands hovering over your breasts. you nodded your head slowly, looking up at the much older timelord. "please doctor..." he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. his touch so delicate almost feather like. as your straps slid off your shoulders the doctor licked his lips, “love you are breathtakingly beautiful.” his head dove down to kiss and lick at your chest while his hands worked on removing your bottoms.

the timelord parted away from you, pulling off his shirt and moving down your body to your dripping sex. "doctor, don't be a tease..." you whined out to him. suddenly he was on his knees in front of you, "may i darling?" almost too eagerly you responded, nodding your head rapidly. he kissed his way up and down your thighs, avoiding the one place you desperately needed him most.

"tell me love, are you mine?" the doctor's lips ghosted over your core. "yes, gods yes doctor please just do something." "as you wish love."

you barely had time to register what was happening since he leaned in and licked a stripe up to your clit. "taste as good as you look." he dove back in, eating like a man starved while you writhed and moaned above him.

"that's it love, be a good girl and cum for me." his tongue replaced by his nimble fingers, quickly curling inside you. you felt your whole body tense up before the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

you got up to return the favor but the doctor stopped you. "sorry darling, but tonight is about you. tonight, i'm going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name."

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

New Face (11th Doctor x Timelord!Reader)

watch me make a series out of a oneshot that was very much not meant to be a series— anyway, one david tennant hyperfixation led to another and now I'm rewatching Matt Smith's run as The Doctor and you know what that means!

Also requests are open!

Wordcount: 1.4k

Series masterpost

Summery: a new face a new doctor and the start of a new adventure with a lovely little girl who just wants a ride in a time machine.

Things change quickly with the Doctor. You knew that well.

One moment you're comforting the face that rescued you the next you're putting out fires around the Tardis as it wildly flies over the skies of London.

"A little help over here!" The Doctor cried, he's barely holding onto the edge of the Tardis, his body hanging out through the front doors. His new voice is higher than the one you knew.

"In a minute love!" You yell back, there was no other option than yelling over the explosions of the console and the many alarms going off.

Another explosion rocked the Tardis and the Doctor manages to pull himself up as you adjust the angle at which the Tardis is basically crashing towards the ground. There's no other option but to crash so you tried to crash in the least horrific way you could.

The thing is, you crash sideways, tipping you and the Doctor deep into the Tardis.

"Oh for fucksake—" You said as you landed against one of the couches in the library. "Oi! Language!" The doctor chided. He had the luck of landing with a big splash in the swimming pool that for some reason was in the library.

"Since when do you care about about language?" You asked him, helping him out of the pool.

"Since now evidently" He said and started looking around for ways to get out.

You handed him a grappling line.

"Care to do the honors?" You asked and he smiled, launching it as far as he could and when he felt it was stable he began to climb up.

When he finally made it to the Tardis doors you heard him talking to someone. You hadn't the faintest clue as to who.

"Love, make some room!" You called from below him and he climbed onto the Tardis, looking down.

"Woah, look at that" He said in awe as he looked at the Tardis. It was quite a view though you would have appreciated a hand as you climbed up to join him.

That's when you saw the little girl standing beside the Tardis in her nightie and bright bright red boots that matched her bright red hair. Well not really red. Human red, which was more of a copper.

"Hello there" You said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Just had a fall, all the way down there right to the library. Hell of a climb back up" The Doctor told her.

"You're soaking wet" The little girl said.

"He landed in the swimming pool" You added.

She turned to look at the Doctor, "You said you were in the library".

"So was the swimming pool" He answered.

She looked a bit confused but quickly kept the questions coming.

"Are you a policeman?" She asked.

"Why? Did you call a policeman?" The Doctor asked, meanwhile you climbed down from the Tardis and onto the ground, inspecting the crash site.

"Did you come about the crack in my wall?" The little girl asked.

"What crack—" The Doctor started but he fell, clutching his chest as he groaned in pain.

You weren't worried. He was still coming off of his regeneration meaning he was practically invincible.

"Are you okay mister?" The little girl asked.

"I'm fine, it's okay, this is all perfectly normal" He said, some fleck of regeneration energy floating out of his mouth.

You turned back to the Doctor and the little girl, content with you assessments of the crash site.

"I'm sorry, we seem to have crashed into your shed" You said to the little girl and she looked between you and the Doctor.

"Who are you?" She asked and you smiled, leaning down to be at her eye level.

"My name is Y/N and he" You said, pointing at your lover who was currently watching the regeneration energy still filling his hands "-is The Doctor."

The Doctor got his bearings, or at least tried to, coming up beside you. "Does it scare you?" He asked.

"Does what scare me?" She asked.

"The crack in your wall, does it scare you?" He repeated.

"Yes" She answered, almost shyly.

This excited him. "Well then, no time to lose. Like he said I'm The Doctor, do everything I tell you, don't ask stupid questions and don't wander off" He said confidently and started walking.

"Love" You said and he turned his head back to face you, causing him to walk straight into the tree you wanted to warn him about.

The little girl walked over to him where he was just lying on the ground.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Early days" He said, "Steering's a bit off plus he distacted me" he said, pointing at you.

With a roll of your eyes you went over to help him up.

"You really should sit down and eat something love, you're running on fumes" You told him and shrugged.

"I'll be fine" He said and you sighed, turning to the little girl.

"Can you do me a favor and get him something to eat? Maybe then the two of you can have a look at that scary crack in your wall" You suggested and she nodded, you gave her The Doctor's hand and told her to be careful with him cause he's very iratible right now and he complained as the little girl walked with him into the house and you stayed outside with the Tardis.

You had a feeling this would be a regular thing with this new Doctor. You cleaning up after him.

You could already see so many differences between his old self and this new one.

Besides the obvious physical difference this new body was much more wild. He was already all over the place much more than your old Doctor. But he was also charming. You were sure you'd love him just as much once he figured himself out a bit more, after all he did the same for you.

All that time ago when you promised you would never leave him, when you told you loved him, when you stayed by his side even as the power of a sun was burning through his body. You stayed with him and regenerated and he helped you. He carefully picked you up and placed you back in the medbay of the ship you were on and when you woke up he helped you get accustomed to your new body and he kept loving you just like he did before. So you would do the same.

You checked the grappling line and when you were sure it would hold you went back into the Tardis.

nothing in the console room was on fire anymore which was good. You went one by one checking the systems and resetting what needed it. That is until the ringing started.

you hadn't actually gotten to checking the engines yet. The ringing was coming from the engines.

"No, no, no, no, no— Come on!" You cried as you tried to settle them.

"Just calm down a bit will you?" You tried to ask the Tardis but she wasn't having it.

"Y/N! What's going on in there?" The Doctor hollered as he ran out of the house.

"She's throwing a tantrum!" You yelled through the open Tardis doors.

"It's just a box, how can a box be throwing a tantrum?" The little girl said. You still didn't know her name.

"Not a box, it's a time machine" The Doctor said.

"What, a real one?" she asked, you popped your head out of the Tardis just enough to look at them.

"Doctor come on!" You said, popping back into the console room.

"Five minute hop into the future should do it" The Doctor said, climbing onto the Tardis.

"Can I come?" The girl asked.

"Not safe in here, five minutes, give me five minutes, I'll be right back" He said.

"People always say that" She said and the Doctor stopped, he climbed back down to the ground and kneeled in front of the little girl.

"Am I people?" He asked, "Do I even look like people? Trust me, I'm the Doctor" He said.

He climbed back onto the Tardis, gave the girl one last look and jumped in, "Geronimo!"

With him inside the ringing finally stopped.

"There you go, you just don't like it when Y/N drives" The Doctor cooed at the console.

You rolled your eyes.

"Doctor" You asked, "What did you tell that little girl?"

"I told her we'd be back in five minutes" He said, running around the console, hitting buttons and turning switches.

"Did you get her name?" You asked and he smiled.

"Yes! Amelia Pond! Brilliant name isn't it? Amelia Pond"

[sadcoms]

timepetals thoughts i keep having:

i know that the assumption is “she is my s-” means soulmate but i always think he just thinks of rose as his soul. less that she completes him or is his other half and more that she just is his conscience and any goodness he may have is hers. he was born out of love for her, she is such an integral part of him, she is his soul itself.

i know everyone has taken permanent damage from the “how long are you going to stay with me” and why the general focus is on the doctor’s reaction but the way rose says forever gets to me. she’s not giddy or girlish when she says it, in some ways she almost sounds resigned to it, which has wonderfully angsty connotations in the timeline of s2. but it’s why it really works for me, she is so dead serious and committed when she says it, because she understands everything it means (and therefore part of her feels solemn about it). it has a lot of weight to it. even the first time donna says she’s going to travel with the doctor forever to martha at the end of the doctor’s daughter she sounds a lot more fanciful.

every time i hear the doctor scream when rose loses her grip in doomsday i just think that he would absolutely not have survived her actually being sucked into the void.

i always think the vocals in doomsday are similar to the doctor’s theme so to me the angry rock music is rose’s side and the vocals are his, rather than the howling wolf idea i’ve heard some people compare it to. how the doctor’s theme is lonely and mournful with its sparse instruments but calm, everything the ninth doctor was, while doomsday is heartbroken and angry and an entire orchestra because it’s two people overcome with grief together. how doomsday becomes such a motif for both characters individually, even when they're separated.

i still struggle to comprehend that the doctor wearing floral ties in s3 is canon and NOT a fanfic trope like you're telling the doctor said "i need a floral motif as close to my two hearts as possible" and you're describing him as something other than a grieving widower???

the doctor really could not go anywhere in s3 without running into some kind of couple but i never see people talk about the parallels in 42. “we chose this ship together / he keeps me honest so i don’t want false hope” and the way the doctor literally gives mcdonnell his condolences through gritted teeth?? the fact that she would rather die with korwin than be without him and have it be her fault

that the doctor, king of self-loathing, saw rose dressed as his ninth self and carrying a giant weapon and he not only RAN to her but then deliberately protected her from the trauma of seeing him change again. and then tentoo immediately picks a blue suit to be like now i’m matchey matchey with rose 🥰 the universe was ending and he’d seen rose again for two actual minutes but the doctor was so utterly focused on her.

how tentoo truly is rose's doctor, especially as he's got that little bit of nine in him. he's born out of the same love and protection of his previous incarnations but he loses a heart and the curse of the timelords and goes oh, this is rose's heart. and then he wears the blue mourning suit and yes, there is still mourning, but there is also the start of the rest of their lives together.

how the doctor’s hair most noticeably changed after school reunion to become spikier and less boyish. how that coincides with him using mickey to put distance between himself and rose now that he’s been reminded of rose’s mortality.

how wild the doctor and jack’s conversation in utopia is. the way the doctor says “rose” like it’s an entire explanation in itself because even before she absorbed the time vortex she fundamentally changed the life of everyone she met. the way he says “everything she did was so human” and the way he accepts jack’s sorry to him because there’s no trying to deny his feelings from jack, not when he saw his ninth self. the way jack has BARELY finished his sentence about watching rose grow up when the doctor casually asks him if he wants to die, the almost playful way he says it. one semi suicidal immortal who spent half of the season trying to get himself killed to another, both of them still kind of toying with the idea. both of them trying to have hope even though they've lost so much.

[flooftyfizzlebeans]

Okay. less babies this time, the guy teaching me how to do taxes wouldnt stop talking about rock climbing.

So if you're sobbing violently and loudly like youre gonna vomit about arriving late to the last guys, patience is a virtue!

BUT i think these babies are overall better than the last batch.

Edit! woah i fell asleep. thatsd everyone!

Free grumpus baby adopts! first come first serve, and I'll edit the post with who has adopted who. But just one per person until some time has passed! Reply or reblog with who you want!

Once the baby is yours, they're Yours. you can change their name, their gender, age them up, age them down, ship them to France, you don't even have to credit me for anything besides the original image.

Ginsblur: adopted by @kittens4jc

Emmoe: adopted by @sugary-spider

Sivian:adopted by @cheesethepurbldragon

Layel: adopted by @hazey-moonlight

Sooz: adopted by @cheesenoteslmao

Bint: adopted by @timelord-69

[completelylostitnow]

Rescuing Rogue

[Season 1 ep. 6 “Rogue”]

Fifteenth Doctor, Rogue

1.4k words

No smut

Graphic description of temporal distortions (may be disturbing to time-sensitive readers)

Haven’t written a fanfic in 23 years. Look what they’ve done to me.

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In a trillion dimensions among an infinity, pressed like atoms in a black hole, life signs.

In a single, tiny, shivering one of them a signal that reverberates with the ring on his console. A miracle. Timelord math. Magic.

It’s a second miracle there’s still a life sign to find. Good thing he’s not human; a human could not have survived.

Ruby.

Did years of travelling in time and space with a rickety ship like his fit him with the resilience he needed? Was it a lucky trait of his species? Did he, at one point in his life the Doctor knows nothing about, even train for dimension jumps? But this place was not meant for any living thing.

It took a lot of convincing to get the TARDIS to materialise here - some hammering on the protesting consoles, followed by frantic apologies, flattery and lastly straight up begging. He saved Ruby, he reminded her. And didn’t he say right away that he loves you? Please, honey. I know you liked him, too.

The old girl did not want to come here, as little as he did.

As he steps out, the otherness of this half-done dimension pushes on him from every side. It’s not just barren. It’s empty, with singular nothingness lurking at the edges of his sight. An infinity of dimensions beyond that, invisible, but he can feel their weight. Did the bounty hunter’s presence create this in the first place, etch existence into a not-there-before? Even time is wrong. It bounces around their little bubble of half-reality, stutters and repeats, and goes back again. The word ‘hell’ flickers in his mind, but he decides there will be enough time for guilt later. Was it the stillborn, never progressing almost-time that saved Rogue after all? Had there simply not been time enough to die, just an endless sequence of things not happening? It doesn’t matter, he is almost safe now. He leads him to the TARDIS. No, not yet. He hasn’t reached him yet. Rogue grabs his hand and holds on tight. No, still -

He steps out of the TARDIS.

Rogue looks right through him.

Time is wrong.

He peers through the shifting layers of reality until he spots something. The figure of a man, slumped against the only rock in existence. TARDIS-blue coat. Curly hair.

He steps out of the TARDIS.

Come on, dear, just a bit of a stretch, he whispers. The TARDIS groans in response, but does what he asks. He feels the temporal field extend past him, eventually enclosing the motionless figure in front of him. Wrong-time protests, the whole dimension struggling against the sudden influx of unfamiliar natural laws.

In this corridor of stability it takes him only a few steps to reach his friend. Boyfriend. Companion. What was it? They never got this far.

He’s seen it happen already, but he still breathes silent relief as Rogue lifts his head. Alive. He looks right through him. His eyes are shifting slightly, flickering like he’s following a wall of tv screens at the same time. He sees a lot of things, but not him. There is nothing on his face. A sadness, maybe. Was it so different from being aboard his ship, on his own, with the memories and accusations bouncing off the walls, again and again? Did he keep going simply out of habit?

He crouches down in front of him.

Rogue, he says. Is it Rogue? You never told me your real name.

The tiniest spark of clarity in his eyes. A bit of hope.

Time flutters, struggling with the dimension’s non-reality. They need to go. He brought a very complicated event into a very fragile environment. The dimensions in the belly of his ship are a million times vaster than this place, and he’s pouring out pure temporal energy through its doors. It’s not going to last - time is precious. So is the life in front of him.

Come on. Let’s get you back to your ship.

What was it - no - will it be that gets him going?

Do you remember the jukebox? You can choose any song. It doesn’t actually need records. Universal streaming, baby. If a song will exist one day, we can - He’s babbling. Stress. He’s used to existing in the wrong order, but the constant abandoning of events, the restarts, the remixes unnerve him. He starts to sing under his breath to calm himself down.

You make me invisible

Like the sky, you make my day

I feel so wonderful

Oh, oh, oh, don't let go

How to get through to him?

I'm deep in the dark of you

It feels like I never saw the sun

Should I shout for a rescue

Oh, oh, oh, don't let go

The TARDIS shudders behind him. He can feel her aching. Do I just pick him up? Will he panic? No. He saw him grab his hand. He will grab it - just needs to hear the right words.

Two hearts are beating, together

I'm in love…

Is this forever and ever?

Come now, Doctor. Do your magic.

We can have another dance, he offers. No drama this time, just us. We can dance among the stars, if you like. He strokes some curls out of Rogue’s face.

Nothing.

I wonder what he sees right now.

You remember Ruby? My friend Ruby? She’s the best, you know. She was amazing. We defeated the actual God of Death together. Good thing maybe you weren’t around. Everyone d- that’s not helping.

Anyway, we found her mum later. Her birth mum, you know? And her dad. She’d been looking. And all because you saved her. Do you have a family somewhere, Rogue?

There’s no one. Right. Like me.

He steps out - no.

The temporal field is cracking around them, the chaos slowly trickling through.

He crouches - no, no, no, no. We already did that. Stop it.

No time. How come I’m always out of time? What happens if the temporal field fails with me here? With the TARDIS doors wide open? Can’t be good.

You know what? he tries again. Funny thing. I already met one good looking guy in a nice blue coat before. So many faces ago. Had a dance with him, too. Do you think I have a type? I think he turned into a giant head later. Babbling, Doctor…

Oh, he’d probably be able to chat him up. Flirt anyone back to life. Captain Cheesecake. He’d say something unbearably corny, like…

Hello Sailor.

Rogue’s eyes stay unfocused, but the slightest smile starts to light up on his face.

Oooh. Oh, that’s interesting. Let’s get back to that later. Definitely going to - focus, Doctor. I’m so going to ask you about that, honey. Can you get up now? Come on, sailor, back to your ship.

Rogue grabs his hand and holds on tight. There it is, there’s that moment, they are all lining up in order now. Rogue’s eyes are starting to focus on his face.

Are you really here this time?

He sounds tired, wondering, hopeful, doubtful, sad all at once. Has his rescue echoed through all the layers and whirls of this travesty of time, too? How many times has he asked that already?

I’m here, babes. I’m really, really here. He can’t help grinning. Good old Jack. Let’s get you inside now, okay?

Rogue struggles to get up, but with his arm draped over his shoulder, the Doctor can pull him the rest of the way. He leads him to the TARDIS. It was the last moment, too. The temporal field snaps and the machine slams her doors shut right on their heels, taking off without him even pressing a button. Really didn’t want to be here. He’ll have to treat her to something for this. She gives a reassuring beep, informing him that the obligatory scan is complete. He’s got the real one. He’s fine.

He faintly notices that they have both sunken to the floor, and there’s a wave of relief and joy and triumph washing over him that makes him dizzy. Rogue struggles a bit under his arm. He’s probably clutching him too hard. Locked him in an uncomfortable position, too. He lets go, lets him sink fully to the floor. A splinter of worry, until he sees that his eyes are clear. His bounty hunter is all there, all present, looking up to the TARDIS dome with the same sweet wonder he had the first time. A real smile now spreading on his face. I love this machine, he says quietly. I really love it.

There’s a small chirping from the console in response.

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Kylie Minogue - 2 Hearts (2007)

[icarusredwings]

A soft treat for yall. It's about as soft as you'll ever get with these two.

The drums that never end.

A retired timelords oneshot. Sfw+cuddles ‼️

(Mainly) Any!Master's pov

Words: 2,715

It's storming in London (shocker)

The Doctor is sound asleep in his special rocking chair, in the corner of the living room. His breathing his regulated. His heart rates are normal. Except his head keeps slouching forward rather than back or to the side. It's possible his neck is going to ache when he wakes up.

The Master has taken over the Noble's couch, staring out the window, watching droplets of water race and observing the lightning.

It's quiet. Too quiet.

He couldn't remember the last time his head was this silent. This silence was interrupted by the sharp inhale from the Doctor, followed by what seemed to be a fearful whine.

For a moment, he watches his hand as it flinched and gently lift as if trying to grab hold of something just out of reach. His breaths quickened with each second that passed.

It didn't take long for him to appear by his side, not hesitating to place his hand in the others, pushing his head back with a grumble. Over 4 thousand years old, and he couldn't keep his head up on his own?

From the looks of it, in this moment, one could assume he was bugging the Doctor. Bothering him in attempts to wake him or mayhaps purposly giving him nightmares.

The girl coming into the room took note of this, and given his track record, she knew full well how much he enjoyed messing with him while unconscious. Whether it be drawing on him or simply laying on top of him for no reason other than to try to 'suffocate' him.

"Hey, What are you-?"

Before she could finish the sentence, she had been shooed away and hissed at, quite literally, for that matter. Crossing her arms, she rolled her eyes.

"I'm telling mom."

And off she went. It was odd, really. Something was different about her. Even his grandaughter from long ago was scared of him. Though it would take more than this to scare the noble child. She would only back away if he snapped at her with his teeth or threatened to eat her.

Often, she would do this. Roll her eyes, tell him he was making a fool out himself, and then run off to get the loud one. This time, he noted that she was bringing him a blanket and one of those stupid stuffed toys again. God, how ridiculous.

He always disliked humans... how oblivious they were. How pathetic and useless. And yet, how entertaining it was to watch them destroy themselves so easily with only a few simple steps. How easy it was to climb that metaphorical and physical food chain.

Had they any idea what he was capable of? Really? Any honest truth? Any clue how many lives the Doctor has ruined? How many hes taken? Though...he had a feeling it wouldn't matter.. they were still so kind to him. And why did the Doctor care if they were or not?

Why weren't they kind to him...?

They always forgave the Doctor.. and mayhaps that's why he hated it, so when he said, "I forgive you." Each time his plans were foiled.. Because he knew that the humans taught him a forgiveness in a way that Gallifrey couldn't. And it made him ill with jealousy.

He didn't know how the Doctor could stand it here. Constantly being monitered at every hitch of breath like some weak dying toddler. Every move, supervised. He even had a curfew. What Time Lord needed a curfew? And now him too.

They were to be back in the house by 3 am each night, or that red-headed woman would pull his ear and shout at him. Why he would choose to live in an attic instead of the open endless universe like before was beyond him. It made no sense.

Once the old bity beat him with a slipper for making a mess of things... and all while the Doctor just laughed... Why would he laugh? They could kill her so easily. They didn't NEED to obey their silly rules..

Though.. alas...he did. Almost as if he wanted to be them. To be human. It sickened him how spoiled they've made him. All pampered and cleansed of his powers.

So what if they fed him, Gave him his own room, and Even a spot in the living room all to himself? They spoke to him so kindly without knowing the milkey way worth of blood that doused his hands. The hands that he would gladly hold no matter how much more blood was painted onto them.

It made him nauseous how native he has become.

So different.. and yet.. the same hand he made pacts with as children. Promises to never leave one another. To travel the universe. Even if Magnus and the others failed their tests, They promised to stay on the same ship. Together.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he grasped the hand, using the other to prop his head up. Instantly, it fell again. Cocking his own to the side, he pushed it back once more, Wondering what it was about this chair that was so special. Why he slept in it so easily.

He wondered why this planet was so special to him.

Why he kept going off to lunch with that curly headed woman. Why he would sit in the garden and complain about the mites on the tomato plants and laugh with that disrespectful brat of a girl for hours.

He wondered why he wasn't good enough for the Doctor to stay with him. Why he didn't stay and accept his offers to settle down with him over the years..

He could make him a special chair.. He could kidnap those girls and force them to be kind to the Doctor if thats what he wanted. It would be easy to keep them as pets.

Hell! He could bomb the garden so that there were no more tomato mites! He'd create a virus so adverse that he makes the tomato mites extinct!

But the Doctor wouldn't like that.. would he?

By now, He found himself being tugged towards him, his hand trapped in an elabroate death grip brought by slumber. Shifting, he put his legs up over the side of the chair, putting his head up under his chin so his head would stop flopping over. That was the only reason- obviously. It was all part of his devious plan to squish him, you see.

Laying his head down, he heard the drumming of his chest.

Du- dun du- dun, du-dun du-dun, du-dun du-dun.

All those years.. he told them. He told everyone, but they never believed him. All those headaches. All those long nights awake.. alone.

All that pain and suffering.. And this was still his favorite beat.

Human hearts were far too slow to make this sort of noise. Far too calm. It was a sound of quad tubbed throbbing that only they could make... perhaps it's why he kept coming back to him. Because as much as he hated to admit it? He could never escape the ecstasy of these never-ending drums.

It wasn't the same as before - Oh, no, no no. It was much different. For you see these drums? These drums he could control if they pounded in his head or not. He could get up and walk away. He could fly until he hit the edge of the universe. And if he really wanted them to stop? He could kill him. Permanently... but he never would.

He couldn't. Scratch that - He wouldn't.

He could DO anything he wished, but recently, he's been finding that his will to do so was very little. He COULD force the Doctor back into the TARDIS, drive them to some other planet, and keep him there for himself. Travel. Together.

Just like their pact said. But he wouldn't. He was tired of the same old schemes. Tired of the planning, tired of the fighting, Tired... in general.

They both were.

Slowly, the tempo regulated again, and it felt just as it did when they were eons younger. Holding the skinny child close because he was terrified of the storms. Latching onto his hand and whining.

Back before he was the Doctor. When he would beg him not to leave until the storm was over... and now look at him.. all these millenia later.

Same hand. Different storm.

"...You haven't changed one bit, my dear.."

Back then, he wondered off into different crowds, too. Even when they went on outings together, somehow he'd always end up losing him and finding him hanging about with someone else. So I suppose him winding up choosing this silly planet over him wasn't that much of a surprise... at least now he was grateful that he came back looking for him.

Calling for him to show him what small thing brought him such joy this time... dragging him through a shop to show him a six slot toaster.

'Last time I was here, they've only made it to four! Isn't that neat?'

He asked, and all he could do was scrunch up his nose and stare at him, dumfounded. This was what impressed him these days? Bread heating machines? The same man who owned a TARDIS, sonic glasses, a sonic screen, and a sonic screwdriver had stars in his eyes over humans making a bread heating machine that could heat six pieces of bread at once?

Ooh.. but that was just him.. so proud of these tiny ants for doing the most useless and simpliest tasks. Though... at the end of the day, you couldn't help but grin to yourself at how ridiculously grand that must make you in his head then, didn't it? If they got such praise for TOAST imagine what praises he thought about you for doing so much more.

He made even the most terrible sound, terrificly intelligent. To see light in a species so dim witted to lose a war to oversized birds who couldn't even fly? Well, for Rassilon's sake, He must look like an exploding sun.

The snores that soon overtook him were thick but were of a man who's lived long and full lives. Content in the noise, his head was no longer silent.

The creator of the universe himself knew that this was a relief for the Master for one couldn't go with that drumming for that long then to silence. It was nice to have a reminder of what once was... It was nice to find confort in the thing that once drove you mad.

"Alright! What've you done this ti-?"

Walking in like a steam engine, the strawberry topped woman stopped and stared in disbelief. For a moment or two, she thought this was a trick, only to blink a few times, tilting her head, then smiled, watching as the two dreamed.

There, sitting in the corner of her home was four hearts beating the same rhythm and heavy snores synchronizing in unison. Two hands intertwined, another wrapped around his waist, and the other lazily curled up against his chest.

The head that was once lolling about was now properly placed up on top of his head and slightly drooling into his hair, the mans legs still hanging off the side.

"Oh my stars- Rose! Get the camera!" She whispered, smiling widely, having never thought she'd see the day when she managed to catch and tame not one but two wild Time Lords. And now here they were... all cuddled up in her living room. Oh, she was so framing this! Maybe even putting it on the family Christmas card.

Just before she could snap the perfect picture, a certain flat mate's eyes fluttered open, soft at first, only for those caterpillars to scrunch in confusion as most would do opon waking to see their friend taking photos of them.

"What are you?-"

A grumble in breath happened as she quickly put her finger to her lips, smiling and mouthing a 'Shh', gesturing to the shifting beast in his lap.

His eyes widened, and so did his smile, slowly securing him by the abdomen, very genty begining to rock in the chair, putting his nose to his head on the brink of giggling at Donna's expressions alone.

It was embarrassing to be caught like this, yes, but he really didn't want to wake him now that he understood what was going on. Especially if he felt the need to curl up like this? He would try anything in his power not to disturb him.

Watching from afar, Rose observed how natural he took to him. How he knew exactly where to hold and what to do. As if he's done this multiple times before. She was going to tease her uncle later about this, but for now, she was just glad he was okay. Like her mother, she could be a little overprotective.

"Wha's wrong with'em?" The red head whispered, still concerned about her friend's 'friend' even if he was a pain in the arse.

Careful not to make too much noise as she closed the curtians, deciding maybe she should start enforcing nap time. Perhaps it would do them both some good.

"Ooh, nothing... He thinks I'm scared of storms.."

"Wot?"

"When we were kids, I'd lie and tell him I was scared." He mumbled, keeping his head pressed against his chest as he calmly rocked, trying to soothe his own heart rates so as not to startle him into waking. He knew how this worked. How "The drumming" brought him farmiliarity.

Tilting her head, Donna cocked a brow. "Why?"

"He was. I knew he'd rather die than admit it, though.. so I told him I was, and he'd always climb up into my bunk.."

"D'awwww! You cheek!"

"Yeah, I know. But ever since..." The Doctor trailed off as if trying to remember how long it's been before giving up.

"Every storm...He's just...there. Even if he's just standing there..staring at me.."

"Wot, like a creep?"

Chuckling, he flashes her a sleepy grin, the rocking slowly coming to a stop. "A bit.. But I don't quite mind it anymore..."

A grin tugged at the edge of her lips, both proud and happy that her best friend was having a nice evening despite having some of his ribs being crushed right now. She could tell by how firmly he was holding him that this was something special to him, and while she didn't know much about their history, She knew he was happy.

"You've missed having your friend... didn't you?"

"Yeah.." He yawned, opening his mouth wide enough to remind her of a puppy, even doing the tounge thing and the whine at the end.

"Right. Back to sleep with you. I'll make sure to wake you when Wilfred gets here, Okay?"

"Thanks, Donna..."

"What for? I wouldn't ever let you miss grandpa."

"For... Everything."

"Ooh now.. don't be getting sappy on me..."

Coming over, she was careful not to get too close, giving his head a peck like the mother hen that she was.

"But Doctor?"

"Hm?"

"Any time."

Smirking from the pun, he watched as she left the room, turning off the light as she went.

Mmm... between the small snores, their hands intertwined, and his legs dangling over the arm of the chair, it made him feel like capturing this moment forever. He wondered, did Donna get a good picture? Was he drooling in it? Oh, he hoped not..

Letting out a loving sigh at the thought of Donna now having blackmail of him drooling everywhere, the Doctor closed his eyes, fluttering them shut as if they wouldn't be able to stay open any time soon.

Pressing his nose against his head, he took a soft whiff of his hair before whispering something that even the TARDIS couldn't translate, and it never would.

It didn't need saying.

Just like the two retired Time Lords definitely didn't NEED a duvet put over them with stuffed animals strategically placed in places that might end up sore later... it was sure nice to have the help.

And sometimes, it was better to be covered and cozy rather than cold and alone...

This isn't about the blankets... never has been.

(Man in the Attic on Ao3 by Icarusredwings)

[casasupernovas]

the tenth doctor is really smart but also dumb as rocks.

he's really like no i don't want you flirting with me martha 😡 but EYE will flirt with you if i want 😏 noooo it's only one trip 🤨 actually i lied let's extend it a lil bit 😌 wait what's wrong with taking you to my ex's digs 🤔 oh no i think i actually like this girl and if i don't find her i will have taken the biggest L 😨 yay i saved her but no she cannot be there for me cuz she's not a timelord 😪 wait that was kind of rude lemme clarify 😓 actually let's extend the trip again 😁 oh no don't waste time on hugs 😤 martha that's an order 🤡 love is dead 💀 bye girl nice flat nice underwear 🤓 WAIT i dont wanna leave 😥 lemme use this lazarus guy as an excuse 😝 travel with me again baby 🤩 what do you mean no?! 😱 oh duh you were never a passenger 😘

[80s-music-tourney]

The video list

Pet Shop Boys - Always on my mind

Michael Jackson - Thriller

Queen - I Want To Break Free

Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy

Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

USA For Africa - We Are The World

Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime

Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer

Neneh Cherry - Buffalo Stance

The Art of Noise - Paranoimia

Strawberry Switchblade - Since Yesterday

Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax

Visage - Fade to Grey

Genesis - Land of Confusion

Kate Bush - Babooshka

It’s Tricky - RUN-DMC

Dire Straits - Money for Nothing

A-ha - Take On Me

Michael Jackson - Bad

Prince - Batdance

Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers - Don't Come Around Here No More

Dexys Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen

Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right

Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love

Men At Work - Down Under

Paula Abdul - Opposites Attract

Weird Al Yankovic - Eat It

Janet Jackson - Miss You Much

Madonna - Like A Prayer

George Michael - Careless Whisper

Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield

Dead Or Alive - You Spin Me Round

Herbie Hancock - Rockit

Toni Basil - Mickey

U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name

David Bowie - Let’s Dance

ABC - The Look of Love

Paul Simons - You Can Call Me Al

Sparks with Jane Wiedlin - Cool Places

Freddie Mercury - Made In Heaven

They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng

The Clash - Rock The Casbah

R.E.M. - The One I Love

Pixies - Here Comes Your Man

Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science

Oingo Boingo - Weird Science

Cher - If I Could Turn Back Time

Go-Bang’s - Special Boyfriend

Nine Inch Nails - Head Like A Hole

Billy Idol - White Wedding

Talking Heads - (Nothing But) Flowers

Falco - Rock Me Amadeus

The Smiths - This Charming Man

Siouxsie and the Banshees - Spellbound

Bobby McFerrin - Don’t Worry, Be Happy

Grace Jones - Slave To The Rhythm

Culture Club - Karma Chameleon 

Men Without Hats - The Safety Dance

Klaus Nomi - Simple Man

Rockwell - Somebody’s Watching Me

Madonna - Express Yourself

Divine - You Think You’re A Man?

Prince - 1999

Paul McCartney - Coming Up

Bananarama - Cruel Summer

Duran Duran - Rio

Elton John - I’m Still Standing

Simply Red - Holding Back The Years

Biz Markie - Just A Friend

Robert Palmer - Simply Irrestiable

Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Heart

Slick Rick - Children’s Story

The Police - Don’t Stand So Close To Me

George Michael - I Want Your Sex

Mick Jagger & David Bowie - Dancing In The Street

Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up

Technotronic - Pump Up The Jam

The Timelords (The KLF) - Doctorin’ the Tardis

The J. Geils Band - Love Stinks

Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams

Madness - Night Boat to Cairo

The Cure - Lullaby

[serpentjoe96]

Y’all remember when Wizard Rock and Timelord Rock were a big thing? And it was Harry Potter and Doctor Who theme music?

Idk, maybe they still are

Here are some suggestions for Invader Rock band names

The Resisty

A Band with a Moose!

The PIRATE Monkeys! (It’s an awesome name)

Big Headed Boys

Germ Control

We are the Turkeys

Perfectly Normal Human Worm Babies

[tiny-and-witchy]

Do you guys think there's an extremely clumsy timelord that dies every five to ten years? Like where most timelords on their 5th regeneration are around 600+ years old, he is already on his 6th by the time he is 50? And every five to ten years in Gallifrey you hear:

"Damn it Ned!!!"

"What? What happened now?!?"

"He tripped and split his head on a rock.."

"Oh, great, now he's regenerating!"

..

Meanwhile he's thinking: 'this regeneration better has great ballance!!'

[maestrs]

@drtwat liked x.

❛ OH PUH-LEEZE. ❜ IF EYES could be rolled to the back of his head, he would’ve done so at this point. STUCK between a rock and a member of that bloody organization TORCHWOOD due to an idiotic alien that grabbed the wrong timelord and human in passing, he’s forced to hear the never-ending complaints from his nearest company. DEAR GOD, what has the universe done to this pathetic human to make him like that? He’s worse than this incarnation and it’s saying something.

❛ This is hardly my fault! ❜ Sharp tone is given in their direction, allowing features to give the other a look of judgement. Whether the other believes it or not, he’s telling the TRUTH for once. Surprisingly. Freed digits point to himself before responding once more towards the other. ❛ It’s not my problem if they can’t distinguish their timelords. Do I LOOK like THE DOCTOR to you? ❜

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Type-40 (10th doctor x GN!Reader)

New year new fics, new fandom. Welcome to my doctor who brain rot! I'd say ,my new year's resolution is to post more but I wouldn't wanna get your hopes up. Either way I hope you enjoy this:)

Summery: The doctor gets a strange distress signal from a long dead planet in the middle of a long dead galaxy in gallifreyan.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Part 2

Series Masterpost

Stuck. You were stuck on an isolated, uninhabited planet, in the middle of a long dead galaxy with a broken Tardis. Any other time you’d simply fix it like you’ve done a thousand times before but that wasn’t an option now. The central processing computer— the one that held the Tardis’s AI— was worse than shot. It was destroyed beyond recognition by the Dalek ships that chased you to this abandoned rock. Without the processor the Tardis was dead, worse, she was dying with no chance of repair. Without her AI she will slowly shut down until her final parts die. 

You did what you could to conserve power for as long as you could, sent out a distress signal and waited. And waited. And waited. 

You weren’t sure how long you waited for but by the time you reached the last of your Tardis’s power reserve even the chameleon circuit that had disguised it as a cave among the planet’s rocky terrain had shut down. You were left inside a gray column that was bigger on the inside. The lights on the control circuit have shut down and you stared at the final blinker still on. The last sign that your Tardis was still alive. 

“Come on old girl, you can do it. Just fight a little bit more” You tried to encourage, not that it would do anything. Before you crashed your Tardis had been alive, powered by such a strong, advanced AI that it might as well have been alive but since the crash, well, it was like she was brain dead in a hospital. Every other part of her slowly dying until there was nothing left.

When that final blinker went out you sat down, under the main control panel, mourning in a way. You’d traveled with this Tardis for 300 years, it had seen three bodies and had been with you for three lifetimes and now she was gone and with her your way off this planet. You would die soon too. You were sure of that right up until a strange noise came from outside. 

The planet you were on was uninhabited to the point of not being able to support life. It was a giant rock. 

Nothing made noise but the occasional earthquake or a solar flare from the nearby sun. 

Neither sounded like the sound coming from outside right now. It was a sort of whooshing though that wasn't quite right. It was much closer to a vworp than a whoosh. 

Deciding to find the cause of the noise before the Tardis’s air bubble vanished. 

You opened the door carefully and peered out. 

Outside on the once barren rock field you’d been stranded on for who knows how long stood a big blue box. A big blue box that read, “Police public call box” on it. A man came out of the box showing you a peak of the inside, it was bigger on the inside. It was a Tardis!

Without delay you opened the door and went out to meet your savior. 

“Oh thank the stars you’re here, I was beginning to think no one had gotten my message” You said and the man watched you with weary eyes. 

“How did you get that?” He asked. 

“What?” 

“How did you get that column, the one you came out of, how did you get it?” He asked, making sure to keep a distance between himself and you. 

“It’s mine. I was piloting it and then I got shot down and stranded here.” You said although the man didn’t seem to believe you. 

“How could you pilot a Tardis? That’s what it is by the way, a Tardis. Stands for—” 

“Time and relative dimension in space, yes I know. I’m a timelord just like you, although why your Tardis is stuck in the form of that dingy blue box I don’t know. It really should have camouflaged itself by now” You said, cutting him off. 

“Oi! I like that dingy blue box” He immediately defended and you raised your hands in surrender. 

“Alright, no need to get your panties in a twist. Although with your blue box and blue suit you do look a bit obsessive” You said, motioning to the blue suit the man wore. It wasn’t the same shade as his Tardis but it was close and his messy brown hair only served to make him look more obsessive— like some kind of mad blue scientist. Not that his skin was blue. It was a very nice pale beige. 

“I’m not— That’s not important, did you say you were a timelord?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Of course. Who else uses a Tardis?” You questioned. 

“But that’s, that’s not possible” He said and he began to pace. 

“That’s not possible” He repeated. 

“I’m sorry and why not? Are you here to help me or not?” You asked. You were beginning to lose your patience with this strange man. 

“Yes but I— I didn’t think— It’s not possible, that—” The man rambled. 

“You’re not making any sense, you haven’t even told me your name” You told the man and he almost seemed to snap out of his trance.

“Right! Of course, I’m the Doctor” He said, holding out his hand for you to shake and you did. 

“I’m Y/N” You said and he smiled. 

“Y/N, it’s good to meet you Y/N” He said then took out a sonic screwdriver and approached your Tardis. 

“You said this was your Tardis?” He asked and you nodded though he was standing in front of you scanning it so he couldn’t see. 

“It was destroyed by Daleks. I’ve been stranded here ever since” You explained. 

“And how long’s that been?” He asked. 

“I’m not sure” You answered. “Could have been days, could have been weeks. There isn’t much way to tell on this barren rock. No seasons changing, no sun setting, nothing” You explained. 

As you were talking the Doctor turned his attention away from your Tardis and onto you, using his sonic screwdriver to scan you and then carefully examine the readings. 

“You really are a Timelord” He said once he’d read through them, there was a sense of awe and something else in his voice. Guilt, it was terrible, terrible guilt. 

“Like I said” You replied cheekily, as if it was obvious. To you it was.  

“Now are you going to take me home or not?” You asked but the mention of home changed his face from one of joy to that of sorrow. 

“What’s that look for?” You asked. The man before you was making less and less sense the longer you spoke to him and a part of you wanted to just take his Tardis and leave.

“Home… Gallifrey…”

“Yes, Gallifrey, home of the Timelords, located in the constellation of Kasterborous in the seven systems,that Gallifrey” You said sarcastically. 

“Y/N, Gallifrey is gone. It has been for years” The Doctor said but you scoffed.

“Nonsense. I was just there, I couldn’t have been stuck here for more than a few weeks at most” You said but this time the doctor cut you off, putting both his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to steady you. 

“It’s gone. I’m sorry” He said and you wiggled your way out of his hold and away from him.

“No,” You said. 

You turned around and ran into the Doctor’s Tardis, already flicking at the controls when he came in after you. 

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing? That’s my Tardis” He said but you ignored him. 

“Hey!” He called out and pushed you away from the controls but it was too late and the Tardis took off through time and space. When the Doctor checked the monitor he saw where you’d set it to go. Gallifrey. 

“Y/N it won’t be there” He said. 

“You’re wrong. I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is but it isn’t funny. I don’t even know you” You told him and once you heard the Tardis’s vwooshing you rushed outside only to almost fall into the vacuum of space. 

You were sure you input the right coordinates so why weren’t you on your home planet. 

“Well your Tardis really is defective Doctor, it can’t even fly right” You said but the Doctor grabbed hold of you again. 

“Y/N, my Tardis is fine, these are the right coordinates” He said and you turned your head to take a quick look at the monitor. He was right. 

“I told you, Gallifrey’s gone” He said.

“That can’t— No that’s not possible” You turned back to look out the still open door. It was still empty space. 

“But that means…” You trailed off. 

“You were stuck for years. I’m sorry” He said and you slowly walked back to the monitor, pressing some buttons and bringing up the Tardis’s last location. The planet you were stranded on. 

It was a long dead planet in a long dead galaxy on the outskirts of space. 

“The time dilation. To me it felt like a few weeks at most but to the rest of the universe…”

“It was years” The doctor said, finishing your sentence. 

You turned to him, eyes glassy but no tears falling.

“What happened to them?” You said but the look on the Doctor’s face told you everything. 

“The Time War, we lost, didn’t we” You said and the Doctor nodded but you felt something, or more saw something. Turning to him your face morphed from sorrow to anger. 

“No, we didn’t lose. It wasn’t the Daleks who destroyed Gallifrey was it?” You asked, the Doctor’s guilt finally made sense. 

“Y/N” He tried to say but he couldn’t. 

“It was you wasn’t it?! I remember you now. You have a new face but I remember the Doctor! The warrior, the fighter, you destroyed them didn’t you? Didn’t you?” You yelled, pushing him against one of the antler-like pillars that surrounded the console. 

“You killed them all” You said and he didn’t deny it. 

“Yes. Yes I killed them, I destroyed Gallifrey” He admitted. He looked pathetic. Tears in his eyes and voice uneven. You could barely even stay mad at him with the sheer amount of guilt radiating off of him. 

“I had no choice. It was Gallifrey or the universe” He said. 

“And you destroyed my home. Our home.” You said solemnly.

“It was the only way to end it” He said, though he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. 

You took a seat on the top step leading to the console and the doctor sat beside you. 

“Are there any others?” You asked but he shook his head. 

“I thought I was alone until I met you,” He said. “the last living timelord. A relic of a bygone era” 

“Where have you been? I mean this thing’s old but she obviously still works” You said. 

“All over the place, every planet in every galaxy, or I will be” He said and you chuckled. 

“You sound like an academy student” You said.

“I was one, a long time ago” He said.

The two of you just sat there for a while. Neither knowing what to say. 

You were the last of your kind in the place where your planet used to be. 

“You could come with me, you know. It’s always better to travel with someone” The doctor said and you turned to him. 

“You’ve just met me” You said, almost as if you were reminding him. 

“Well then let’s get to know each other!” He said, excitedly jumping up and running to the console. 

“Where have you always wanted to go? Let’s go there, talk, explore, travel partners, why not?” He said, he sounded like a little kid on his birthday. 

You stood up and slowly made your way to the console. 

“Before I was shot down I was on my way to Delphon to do some more research into their language structure” You said, your tone almost teasing the idea and the Doctor smiled. 

“I love it! Setting a course now” He said and began running around the console trying to do everything on his own. 

You came up beside him and flipped a switch, turning off the brakes. 

“You really shouldn’t leave your brakes on” You teased, flipping a few more switches and inputting a few things into the computer to help. 

“Where did you get this thing anyways? A type-40 like this should be in a museum” You mention and he smirked. 

“Stole it” He said and you were off. 

[fxlling13]

Dhawan!master x reader

-goodnight darling-

Request from: anonymous(awaiting confirmation)

Prompt(s): 22 ("how about something warm? It will help you to sleep.")

+

23 ("don't be silly, I want to stay up with you")

Fluff maybe a teeny tiny hint of angst because the reader has a nightmare.

Warnings: none

During my time on board the tardis, our adventures were nothing short of being scary. Running for our lives, locked in cells and once even being hung over acid. Nothing ever stuck with me though, ever. Apart from this time, apparently. Recently, we had a new addition to our team, bringing us up to a total of four. According to the Doctor, the Master needed to be supervised. Apparently he was a danger to himself as well as others. She had found him about to be hung on some alien planet and taken him in as precaution. Even though yaz wasn't thrilled, I honestly didn't mind. He was good company. We would read together in the library or study ancient texts. Of course, he would read through them and I'd help to decipher what they actually meant. On our travels he'd taken to walking at the back with me and we'd laugh about how oblivious to each others feelings the other women were. All in all, I really didn't mind his company and, in some ways, I felt myself growing attached to the renigade timelord. Knowing my attraction was stupid, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and carried on as usual. Going back to the original story, we had just returned from Ero. A beautiful planet, the sky almost looked like ocean and strange creatures flew throughout it. However, the locals weren't a fan of humans which, in turn, lead to us being hunted down. Weaving through city streets, my hand was clasped in the masters until we rounded one very sharp corner and got disconnected. I was quickly grabbed and everything from that point on was a blur. The next thing I remembered was being carried back to the tardis and the masters coat wrapped around me. Under the doctors instructions, I was put to bed and left to sleep.

Hours later, I awoke with a start. My skin was damp with sweat and the sheets clung to me uncomfortably. Sitting up, I tore the covers off and held my head in my hands. Whatever nightmare i was having had faded away by the time I became aware of my surroundings. Heart pounding, I flinched as my door opened with a loud creak.

"Its only me." The master spoke quietly, shutting the door and coming over to my side. He took a seat on the edge of my bed and looked at me with worry. Possibly? It was hard to tell with him. After all, he was a mad man.

"I heard you scream." Blinking at the male, I wracked my brain trying to remember the dream but I just couldn't.

"I did?" My voice came out as a whisper. Frustrated, I dug my nails into my palms and took a shaky breath.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Shaking my head, tears pooled in my eyes as nothing was coming to mind. Unexpectedly, arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into a comforting hug. Burying my face into his neck, my hands gripped onto his shirt weakly. The master rubbed my back calmingly and began to rock us slowly.

"Dont push yourself, it's okay love." Sniffling, I scooted closer and took in his scent, that I'd grown to love over his time with us. It was that of old books and ink. Very him, very relaxing. I'd never of expected to see this side of him before he joined us. However, this once cold man seemed to have a soft spot for me. Or, maybe, that was just wishful thinking. Cupping my cheeks, the master looked down at me reassuringly.

"Would you like a drink?" Unsure of what to say, I just pressed my lips together and shrugged. His thumb ran across my cheek affectionately.

"How about something warm, it will help you to sleep." Humming, I glanced up at him sadly.

"Hot chocolate." Grinning at me, he stood and left my room briskly. The covers felt scratchey against my bare legs so I threw them off hastily. Making sure they were folded at the bottom of my bed, I propped my pillows against the headboard so I could sit comfortably. It was annoying me, how I couldn't remember what they did or what I dreamt of. Obviously, the two were connected. Resting my head against my knees, I sighed and took a few breaths to settle myself. Next time, I was definitely picking the destination. The doctor had a tendency to pick hostile locations. All I wanted was a relaxing break. Maybe a planet full of hot springs? Or an alien spa. Cutting me off from my train of thought, the master returned with a mug in hand. My favourite mug at that. Cute.

"Scooch up." Doing as he said, I slid across to the other side of my bed and took the drink gratefully. The noirette sat beside me and looked at me as I took notice of what was in my drink. Exactly seven mini marshmallows. Exactly how I made it.

"You noticed." Chuckling, his arm slipped round my waist comfortably.

"Of course i did. Why wouldn't I?" Shrugging, I sipped the hot drink happily. Forgetting about what happened earlier, I realised I had no idea what time it was. Saying that, I supposed you never really knew once you were travelling through time and space.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, gazing up curiously.

"Three hours." Usually the master went for a power nap after being out. Feeling guilty, I stared down at my drink and chewed on my lip.

"You don't have to keep me company you know. I know you like your sleep." Even though there was light amusement in my tone, I felt sad at the thought of being alone.

"Dont be silly. I want to stay up with you." Shocked, I made eyecontact with the timelord.

"You do?" Nodding enthusiastically, he picked up a blanket from the floor and draped it over the both of us.

"Of course. You're my emotional support human. Its only right I'm here for you in your hour of need." Laughing at his statement, he steadied my hand so none of my drink spilt or burnt me.

"I'm your what?" It was hard to speak whilst laughing and I didn't catch the sweet look the supposedly 'evil' man was giving me.

"What? You make me feel calm. I hated it at first but its actually quite pleasant." Touched by his confession, I rested my head on his shoulder.

"You're going soft on me." He just chuckled and brushed the hair out of my face. We stared at each other for a moment, relaxed in each others presence.

"Not 'on' you. Just, for you." Scoffing at his words, I tried not to show how much that meant to me and sipped my drink now it had cooled a little.

"Dont be sappy, master." All he did was nod, a smile of his face that wouldn't shift.

"You know, purple suits you. I should leand you my coat more often." Blushing, I elbowed him playfully. That did sound nice though. It was incredibly warm from what I could recall.

"If you're offering." I mumbled, not wanting to sound too eager about it. Seeing as I had finished my drink, the master placed my mug on the bedside table.

"Want me to read to you?" Immediately, i nod at him and moved so he could grab one of my books. Settling back again, he held me close with one arm and used the other to hold the book. My face was nuzzled against his chest snugly and i yawned inaudibly. As the master began reading the slow-burn romance to me, I felt my eyes grow heavier. His voice was extremely soothing. My arm hung over his waist as I curled into his side for extra comfort. Not minding, his grip tightened slightly, the feeling of safety overwhelming me. Sleep was slowly consuming me, the sound of his voice fading out. Just before the darkness took over, the master leant down and pressed a kiss to my forehead before mumbling.

"Sleep well, darling."

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

tagged by @thelittlest-lynx 😘

here's 5 songs I listen to! decided to focus on the ones on my rock playlist specifically

can't do a music list without at least one mashup and I'm OBSESSED with this one, kiss's "I was made for loving you" VS earth wind and fire's "boogie wonderland"

I tag:

@nastygirlsareangels @kronos-the-timelord @demoncvnt @prettyboybloodyteeth @imthegreenfairy88 @hellshire-harlot @sketchingchick @karlskitten @pearlsxandxpeonies @vodkafolie