Why Did No One Tell Me That Ralph Is ONLY In TWO EPISODES Of Timewasters?!

Library Day

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - Relaxing with The Master in the library

Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Word Count - 538

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested.

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You and The Master had been relaxing all day in the library, as you normally did on your days off. The Master, in particular, enjoyed leisurely days around the TARDIS library after his attempts to conquer a planet either failed or succeeded. Despite his expensive nature and his possessive streak that would cause the renegade Time Lord to show you off in decadent situations, The Master loved lazy days just existing in your presence. And, to him, there was nothing more calming than a good book and being with the person you love most.

You, however, were feeling incredibly restless today. Being exhausted the night before and collapsing into bed with The Master did nothing to kill your adrenaline from the adventure the two of you went on. Even though being in The Master’s presence was quite enjoyable when he was reading, he would always make the most adorable facial reactions to the text before him, you didn’t feel like you could sit still all that long without The Master paying some sort of attention to you.

You started bobbing your foot up and down in the air. Which did distract your mind a bit, but then you couldn’t concentrate on your book. You huffed and closed the book and waited for The Master to notice your bored state. Which he, unfortunately, did not. You softly kicked your foot out to touch The Master’s thigh. His head finally popped up from the book he was devouring. You saw in his eyes that he was questioning your action. You just continue to slide your foot up and down his leg. He tilted his head to the side to nonverbally tell you that he needed a bit more information in order to help you with whatever predicament you might have.

“I want attention.” Instantly, a smirk spread across The Master’s face.

“Come here, love.” Maybe a bit overeagerly, you crawled across the couch and nestled into The Master’s chest.

“Better now.”

“Much better.” You nuzzled further into The Master’s chest, happy to finally have attention and physical affection. You snuck your hand up his chest and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. When The Master didn’t question you, you unbuttoned the next button. You then played with his chest hair and drew random things on his chest with your finger while looking at the book he was reading. It was in some alien language that you couldn’t understand.

“Can you read to me?

“Do you want your book or mine?”

“Either one. I just want to hear your voice and be held by you.” The Master chose to read the book you had chosen aloud to the two of you. Even if he had chosen to read the book he was reading in its native language, he doubted that you would want to hear about the bloody and devastating slaughter of Skullhorn 3A-32. The Master would instead relish in the feeling of having you close to him, devouring his words and being completely consumed by his presence.

“I love you, Y/n.” The Master muttered above you after finishing a chapter.

“I love you more, Master.”

“Impossible, my little Human.” The Master kissed your forehead and returned to reading.

Feeling Good

Whittaker!Doctor x Reader

Summary - Yaz convinces you to confront The Doctor and confess your feelings to her in a very forward way.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - lap dancing and stripping and leading to smut, but no actual smut, minors please DNI!

Word Count - 1801

A/n - I hope that this is a gender neutral reader. I think that I managed to do that. Requested by @supermegapauselouca on my old Tumblr account, just wanted to reupload it on here. Also, I did write a sex scene for this, but I ended up removing it from this fic because I didn’t know how to end it and I am self-conscious about my smut writing abilities. But I can post it as like a Feeling Good 1.5, if anyone would want that. But anyway, I hope that you enjoy this!

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You, along with The Fam, had weaselled out of The Doctor when her birthday was, or, at least, when she thought her birthday was. She said that she couldn’t quite remember exactly, which you found sad. Despite The Doctor’s hazy memory on the subject, you, Graham, Ryan, and Yaz decided to throw The Doctor a week-long birthday celebration as a thank you for all of the adventures she took you and The Fam on and all of the rescues she performed. You also wanted to make up for the birthdays all of you had missed celebrating since befriending The Doctor.

You were the most dedicated to The Doctor’s birthday celebrations. You were always by her side, introducing her to the day’s plans and making sure that The Doctor was always enjoying herself. If she wasn’t, you were there alert and ready to change plans at a moment's notice in order to make her happy. The entire Fam now knew of your feelings for the time-travelling alien, but Yaz knew long before your obsession with making The Doctor’s birthday celebration perfect. So, when she came trotting up to you one day with a suggestion for the last day of The Doctor’s birthday celebration, you almost didn’t know how to respond. 

“You want me to do what, Yaz?!”

“Confess your feelings for The Doctor!” Your face fell in shock again. You couldn’t believe that Yaz would suggest something so absurd.

“Okay, yeah, sure. However, I am not going to do that!” You flusteredly shouted back.

“Come on! We all think you should confess already.”

“We? You told everyone- whatever! How do you expect me to do that, Yaz.” You wanted to confront Yaz about her loose tongue, but you didn’t have time for that now. You were just glad that Yaz hadn’t told The Doctor about your feelings behind your back.

“Seduce her. Well, not seduce because she likes you, too, but be sexy. Give her a lap dance!”

“No!” You shook your head furiously, completely horrified in shock. 

“Yes!”

“No, Yaz! I am not doing that, in general, but especially not as a way to confess my feelings for her!”

“Yes, it is provocative, but we both know how The Doctor is. If you hint at your feelings, she is not going to understand. You have to be blunt.” You slumped your shoulders, you knew that Yaz was right about that fact, The Doctor was very oblivious. But you continued to argue that you couldn’t go through with it, and you walked away to go to bed.

There were still a couple more days of The Doctor’s birthday celebration and every day one, or all, of your friends would come up to you trying to convince you that giving The Doctor a lap dance would be a good idea. Every time, you, embarrassingly, denied them. Yaz would also always text at the worst times, always when you were talking to The Doctor, suggesting her confession plan. And eventually, you gave in; your resolve was completely broken. 

You and Yaz met in your room and tried to decorate it in a sexy but aloof manner, at least, that is what Yaz described the aesthetic to be. The pair of you changed your sheets and bedspread to a silky dark red material and added a sheer dark red curtain around the top of your bedposts. Yaz explained that all she had to do now was tell The Doctor that you wanted to speak to her and while she did this, you would change into a sexy outfit and wait to hear The Doctor enter your room from your bathroom. Then you would seductively exit your bathroom and confess your feelings to The Doctor.

“I’ve made a ‘Sexy Playlist’ -” You kept trying to tell Yaz this important information, and Yaz talked over you every time. Even now, she interrupted you.

“Stop overthinking this, Y/n. You like The Doctor. The Doctor definitely likes you. If she likes seeing you as a potential partner, she won’t stop you, but if she does stop you, which is unlikely, then stop. But as I said before, The Doctor won’t stop because she likes you. It’s simple.”

“But what about my ‘Sexy Playlist’?” Yaz rolled her eyes but conceded.

“Okay, playing it in the background is probably a good idea, you know, for the mood. Might ease a bit of tension for both you and The Doctor.” You set up and connected your phone to the speaker in your room in preparation for everything. Finally, Yaz gave you one last confidence speech then left to enact the plan while you went to the bathroom to change. 

You phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Yaz, she texted you earlier than you thought she would, saying that everything was ready, and The Doctor was on her way. You quickly finished getting dressed and eventually, you heard knocking. You waited with bated breath, hoping that The Doctor would just walk into like she usually did.

Then you heard your door open, and you breathed a quiet sigh of relief. You could hear from behind the bathroom door that The Doctor moved into your room while calling your name. You took a deep breath, hit play on “Sexy Playlist,” and then slowly exited your bathroom dressed in a white lacey set of lingerie and a red robe tied lousy around your waist.

“Ah! Y/n, what's going on…” The Doctor finally turned to look at you from where she sat in an armchair by your fireplace, but she went silent upon seeing what you were wearing. Instantly, her face turned bright red with a blush. That scared you. Your brain began running a million miles an hour worried that The Doctor didn’t like you this way. But you remembered that all of The Fam said that The Doctor really cared about you, so you pushed your doubts to the back of your mind and walked closer to The Doctor to the beat of the music. You seductively swivelled your hips to the music, drawing your hands up your side to enunciate your actions. You walked forward toward The Doctor and untied the belt of the robe. You brushed the robe slightly away from your body mid swivel of your hips causing your lingerie to be on full display for The Doctor. You could feel her gaze bore into your body. You then sat on The Doctor’s slightly spread legs. You hoped that feeling her would give you some comfort that dancing in front of her did not.

“Do you like what you see, Doc?” You seductively ran the tip of your index finger against your lips before you stroked the side of The Doctor’s face with the same finger.

“Ye-yes. I really like what I see.” The Doctor’s pupils grew larger than any time you’ve seen before. Maybe your friends were right? Maybe The Doctor did have feelings for you?

“Yo-you do?” You were so shocked by her reaction. You never thought that she would see you in the way you desired. 

“Yes, Y/n, I really, really like what I see. I wish that I could see you like this more often.” The Doctor tightly gripped your waist and pulled you closer to her, causing you to lean on to her shoulders for support.

“You do?” You were so shocked by how forward she was being, though she probably felt the same way about you. 

“Yes, if I had my way, Y/n, I would only have you looking like this when around me. All dolled up, wrapped in lace, completely at my will.” The Doctor’s eyes suddenly darkened, and a small smirk lined her lips. It was your turn for your face to heat up as you became flustered by The Doctor’s words. You had never seen The Doctor show this side of herself, but you enjoyed it. You wanted to hear her talk like this more. But instead of fully giving into The Doctor’s grip, you stood suddenly up far enough away from The Doctor to where she couldn't touch you, giving you the perfect opportunity to tease her and gain some power back in the situation.

“You want this, don’t you?” You let your robe fall to the ground then you removed the lace lingerie top, your chest now on full display and free from its fabric prison. You stood vulnerable yet confident before The Doctor in just your lacey underwear and stockings.

“This is what you want, Doctor. You want me.” 

“Yes, it is, Y/n. Now come back here.” The Doctor moved forward and pulled you back to her by your wrists. Before you could sit back down on her lap, though, The Doctor placed her hands on your waist heavily and moved you to sit solely on her right leg.

The Doctor squeezed your hips, and then strongly guided them so you were grinding against her leg. You moaned quietly, causing The Doctor to hold onto your hips harder and control your movements to get you to moan for her again. While The Doctor guided your hips against her lap, she kissed down from your neck to your chest, leaving little bite marks and hickeys on your most sensitive areas. You had to grab onto The Doctor’s shoulders again to keep yourself steady on her lap, she was making you so weak for her.

Occasionally, your knee would rub up against The Doctor’s crouch, causing a moan to escape her own mouth. You smiled when you finally heard her moan, you had imagined this moment many times, and now you were finally experiencing it.

 Quickly, The Doctor became impatient with the position that the two of you were in and she easily picked you up, walked over to your bed and threw you on it. The Doctor then crawled in between your legs and glided her hands up your torso, but suddenly she froze. The Doctor looked you in the eye and you saw her beautiful green and golden eyes soften.

“Are you okay?” The Doctor asked calmly, but her voice was filled with seriousness.

“Yes, Doctor. Are you?”

“Yes! I’m absolutely brilliant! Will you tell me if you are ever uncomfortable?”

“Of course I will, Doctor. I trust you.”

The strange alien then smiled sweetly above you before leaning down to kiss you passionately. You gladly kissed her back and snaked your hand up to her neck to deepen the kiss. The Doctor eventually reached up to grab your hand and slam it down on the bed. The Doctor continued to kiss you passionately and deeply, growing even more possessive and dominant with each passing moment. The two of you continued this dance into the night, passionately confessing feelings for the other until morning. 

Oh I am so nervous

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy this!

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

Secret Date

Gomez!Master x Reader

Summary - Missy convinces the Reader to break into The Vault for their anniversary.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hi! May I ask for a soft fic with The Master where they hypnotise The Reader?”

Warnings - The Reader having anxiety, hypnotism, pre-established consent for hypnotism, mentions of alcohol consumption

Word Count - 1062

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon! I will link the other fics inspired by this request HERE, if you would like to read them. I hope that you enjoy!

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You first met Missy on accident when she was working as a shopkeep in your town’s cosy little shopping centre. You, stupidly and distractedly, had left your bag in the restrooms and Missy kindly returned it to you before you left for the day. Though it wasn’t until you returned home that you realised that the kind and beautiful shopkeep who returned your belongings had also left a little note with her name and phone number written on it for you to find.

It was odd, but you took the risk and scheduled a date with Missy the shopkeep. Then that single date turned into two, then three, then four, and then the two of you spiralled into a committed relationship.

But tragically, to you, in the middle of your committed domestic bliss, Missy would disappear at random times. At first, you thought nothing of it, she was probably just incredibly busy, but you eventually become worried that she was up to something. Maybe cheating on you?

You did end up confronting Missy and to your surprise, she told you a story about aliens and planets and shapeshifting time and space machines. You didn’t believe her. That was, until, Missy dragged you to her apartment above the shop where she worked. When you entered the building, before you was no regular apartment, but a gigantic room with a strange, science fiction-like console with many levers and buttons in the middle of the room. Missy explained that everything she told you before was true and that this was her ship. Finally, she told you that she wanted to show you the Universe. 

You accepted her offer, no matter how unbelievable it was at first, and the two of you began travelling together. But then Missy disappeared once again. This time Missy wasn’t sneaking off to be a menace around space and time, but The Doctor had abducted her and trapped her with The Vault. He did all of this without notifying you that he stole your partner away from you. 

You were worried sick without her, but Missy wasn’t going to let The Doctor keep you and her apart. She would let him play his games for a bit, but she would always keep her eyes on you. Her watchful and protective eye just had to be from a distance momentarily. 

Thankfully for you and Missy, The Vault did not entrap telepathic communications between its walls. So, the two of you ended up speaking frequently. Mostly it was just Missy complaining about her old friend and her trying to bribe you into visiting her.

After months of secretly communicating with each other back and forth, Missy did manage to convince you to break into the Vault in order to celebrate your anniversary. The anniversary of when you and Missy began dating.

You were incredibly nervous. You had never met The Doctor and now his oldest friend was convincing you to break into a basement he seemed to own. If he caught you during your attempt, that would be one hell of a way to first meet someone.

You made it into the chaotically filled basement without running into The Doctor, or either of his companions. Then you broke into the Vault. Missy greeted you with a tight hug and a warm kiss, which startled you at first. Missy was definitely affectionate with the right person, but the environment she was in was so strange and off-putting that you were shocked by her open nature. She countered your questions by explaining that The Doctor never watched her while she was in the Vault, he felt like it was too intrusive, and Missy just missed you too much to not attack you with affection upon seeing you again.

Missy ended up pouring some wine for the two of you that you had brought with you to the Vault. You were trying to dish out the food you had also brought but your hands fumbled with nerves. Missy looked at you concerned. She saw no real threat in The Doctor’s actions, other than the fact that he seemed determined to keep her where she was being trapped, but it wasn’t like he would ever hurt her or you.

“Dear, you must calm down. I promise that everything will be alright.” Missy tried to comfort you as the two of you prepared the finishing touches of the little indoor picnic that was being forged.

“How can you be certain about that Missy?”

“I know The Doctor, dearie. He wouldn’t hurt you. The most that would happen would be a strict talk.”

“Even that’s terrifying!” You yelped before taking a rather large sip of your wine.

“Shh, we’re safe here.” Missy manoeuvred herself closer to you; her actions were far too elegant to be referred to as ‘shooting over’. She then gently grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into her side before rubbing your back in a reassuring manner.

“But what if The Doctor keeps me away from you?” That question made Missy pause. She never really considered that option; Missy didn’t think that The Doctor had the nerve to do such a thing, but seeing your fear at such an idea made her fear that outcome, too. Even if The Doctor was enough of a fool to try and take you away from your Master, Missy would never allow The Doctor to succeed.

“I will always be here to protect you, Y/n. The Doctor can’t keep me away from my love.” You felt Missy kiss your temple and then press her forehead against yours. You then felt Missy’s presence prod your mind. You let her in and then you instantly felt a wave of calmness and clarity wash over you. Missy had sent a little hypnotic spell through your mind like she had done many times before when you felt overwhelmed. She always managed to help you with your anxiety better than any Human medicine or meditation could.

“Better?” Missy asked hopefully, still massaging your back and shoulders.

“Much better. Thank you, Missy.”

“Good. Now! Let’s toast to our beautiful relationship together and dig into this lovely meal you brought.” Missy kissed your temple one last time before grabbing her wine glass and clinking the glass against yours. Despite the unusual circumstances, nothing could keep Missy from having a great anniversary date with you.

Books Read In May 2024

North Mythology by Neil Gaiman (Second Read)

The Murder of Rodger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

I Am Not Okay With This by Charles Forsman

The Body by Stephen King

Until August by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

A Study In Drowning by Ava Reid (Began but Not Finished)

The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake (Began but Not Finished)

new babygirl just dropped <3

Sacha Dhawan in Last Tango in Halifax series one episode one

It seriously means so much to me that 14 says "I love [insert beautiful character here]" multiple times.

Drumming Noise Inside My Head

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Drums are raging in The Master’s head and The Reader comforts him.

Warnings - The Master’s Drums, The Master being insecure/depressed/sad/stressed

Word Count - 2229

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This was inspired by The Drumming Song by Florence & The Machine. This song always reminded me of The Master, so I just thought I should write a fic based on it.

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The Master couldn’t believe that you wanted to be with him. He was brash and impulsive. He had a tendency to be rude and not aware of other people’s emotions. And, obviously, he was a murderer who constantly created various plans to destroy planets, galaxies, and, of course, his best enemy. Despite all of that though, here you were, travelling along the ride of life with him for a reason that he could not understand.

The Master was naturally suspicious, ever since he was young. Maybe it was an effect of looking into the Time Vortex at such a young age and The Drums that invaded his mind since that event, or maybe The Master was just like this, or even something else responsible. Maybe everyone and everything in The Master’s life just led him to be so suspicious.

The Master’s parents, from as far back as he could remember, had stuffed his head full of the fear that everyone would want to steal their power and wealth as a familial line if given the chance; therefore no one could be trusted. The Time Wars then enforced this ideology. So many of the Gallifreyan leaders were stabbed in the back by underlings who wished to have more power and their planet being in chaos gave them the opportunity. 

Again, The Master beginning to scheme and plot reinforced his mindset that no one could be trusted. Of course, he was also trying to take over many people. But he was brought up with the belief that, as a Time Lord, he had the right to be at the forefront of making history, no matter what other people believed.

Maybe it was his time alone in space that really forged his nature. Though The Master could never be sure of the real reason why he acted the way he did, he just continued to act so as to not go crazy in the emptiness of space.

The Master’s suspicious nature never died down upon meeting you either. You were always kind and patient with The Master, but so many other people in The Master’s past pretended to be kind and patient in order to use him. Though you had so many opportunities to manipulate him, or try to, that is, but you never did. So maybe you could be trusted after all.

The Master did eventually will himself to trust you enough in order to interact with you during his O persona. Then to tell you who he truly was. Then his trust grew enough to allow you onto his TARDIS. And then to begin dating you. 

Even though his trust in you did grow exponentially, The Master could never shake all of his insecurities away. Either his Drums would flare up and he would question everything that led to this moment in time or vice versa. The Master, unfortunately for himself, could never resist the urge to question his entire life, which always lead to a massive drumbeat-filled headache.

The Master refused to tell you about The Drums. The only person who really knew about The Drums was The Doctor, and she had a history of not believing the severity of the drumbeat inside The Master’s mind. And after Rassilon and the leaders of Gallifrey accused him of being insane and diseased for the noise in his mind, the noise they gave him, The Master assumed that everyone would see him as weak and monstrous for something he did not choose to have. The last thing he wanted was for you to run from him. You were the only person left in his life. And The Master, even though he was still sceptical of you, had grown very fond of you. He might even conjecture that he loved you, if he even knew what that feeling was. But whatever he was feeling was very similar to what billions of romantics had described as love. Perhaps, telling you about the truth of his mind would not be as devastating as The Master feared.

The Drums were particularly loud today. They have been echoing around his brain since he woke up this morning. Unlike some of his previous regenerations, The Drums weren’t always this bad, but The Master would have some horrible days still. 

The Drums were already raging in The Master’s head by the time you woke up. He had tried to stay quiet while being with you, but he eventually needed to distract himself, so he picked up the book he left on the bedside table and tried to focus and read until you woke up. Once you had, The Master quickly placed the book back on the bedside table. He hadn’t progressed very far in it and that was only making the drumbeat and his insecurities worse. All The Master wanted at the moment was your attention, which you happily gave him.

After a brief moment of cuddling, you got up to take a shower. You, in your tired state, assumed that today was like any normal day and that The Master was feeling perfect and well. 

The Master informed you that he would take a shower in his own bedroom, which wasn’t abnormal. He would do this often if he had a plan in mind so he could easily run out of the shower and write down whatever idea he had. So, again, you thought nothing of his act. You, however, had never actually been to his room. The TARDIS always kept it hidden, but you never pushed her or her Master on why that was the case.

Before leaving your room, though, The Master said that he would either be working in his study or in The TARDIS console room or the storage rooms. It was a lie, of course. After The Master’s long shower, he dried himself off and then cocooned himself within the many blankets on his bed. 

The Master did feel bad for not telling you the truth. You deserved his honesty. He just didn’t want to worry you. In the back of his mind, however, The Master worried that you didn’t care at all. He couldn’t help but think that he was unworthy of your kindness and love, if your feelings were even real. The Master continued to debate your love for him and all of his failings in his life until he eventually dozed off into a troubling and nightmare-filled nap.

You needed to ask The Master something a couple of hours after you woke up that morning. It wasn’t too important. It was just something small related to your job on Earth. But you wanted to complete the project you were working on today. 

You looked in The Master’s office, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked in the console room, but still nothing. Finally, you walked all the way down into the dark storage rooms, and still, The Master was nowhere to be seen.

You felt The TARDIS urging you out of the room and toward another part of the ship. You followed her instructions without question. The TARDIS’s telepathic services rang throughout your mind when you walked out of the storage rooms with a confused huff. She kindly led you through her wandering halls to an unknown room. You asked telepathically if The Master was in the room, and she responded that he was. 

So, you knocked on the door, but there was no response. The TARDIS urged you to just open the door, and you did. The room looked like a normal bedroom, at least from what you could see of it because the lights were all out. There was an outline bed, wardrobes, and a desk, but there was no sign of The Master.

“Can you please close the door?” You jumped a bit upon hearing The Master’s voice, which sounded broken and sad. You really didn’t think that he was in the room, but you did as he asked without question. 

“Master? Are you okay?” You walked forward a bit into the dark of the room but stayed reliably close to the door.

“I’m fine. You can just go about your day, Y/n.” You huffed, knowing that The Master was deflecting. You slowly walked around the bed, after making out the fact that the mound of the bed was in fact The Master. He was mainly sleeping on the side of the bed that The Master always slept on when the two of you shared a bed, so you stayed on your side of the bed as well. You lend down into a kneeling position and looked at the breathing mound of blankets. You wanted to give The Master space, but also look him in the eye, if possible. You suddenly felt determined to get to the bottom of The Master’s depressive episodes. He had been hiding for far too long.

“I’m not going to leave you like this. Now, what’s wrong, Master?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does matter. Something’s wrong and I want to make it better if I can.”

“Just hold me.” You heard The Master choke out after a long silence. He lifted up the side of the blankets you were closest to, allowing you to crawl under The Master’s many blankets. Even in the darkness, you could see that The Master was holding himself and he was shaking a bit. You quickly wrapped your body around his and just held him. Sometimes, you kissed his forehead and brought a hand through his hair, but The Master was still shaking. Seeing him like this terrified you. Seeing the person you loved so broken looking was hurting you to your core. You just wanted to help The Master.

“Master, please just give me a hint as to what’s going on so I can be useful. It doesn’t have to be everything, but what’s going on? I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“Have I ever told you about The Drums?” The Master said in a strained voice. You responded with a confused ‘no.’

“The Untempered Schism?” Again, you responded with a confused ‘no.’

“What about the Time Vortex?”

“Just that that is what we travel through. Why?”

The Master explained The Drums to you, slowly because he was still in pain. He explained how he looked into the Untempered Schism as a child and that’s when the drumbeat first began to plague his mind. Finally, he explained everything that the Drums did to him, both minor consequences and major symptoms. Everything that The Master had to experience broke your heart, but the mention of the drumbeat piqued your curiosity.

“Is this what I have been hearing sometimes?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes, when we are cuddling or reading together or just at random times when I am with you, I hear a drum beat in my head. It’s always four beats. It’s steady and soft in the background. I hear it now actually.”

“Does it scare you?”

“No. It calms me down. It reminds me of you, Master.” The Master hummed; he didn’t understand why you could hear The Drums or why you weren’t worried about it. However, The Master was too drained to process either of those realities fully, so he just accepted it. He was staring off into space when you cupped his face in your hands. The Drums, when they were raging, caused him to not process things fully. Like there was a loud fog in his head and it made him feel horrible. But you were making all of this period more bearable.

You brushed your palm through his disgruntled hair, and then delicately caressed his face again. The Master closed his eyes; he always grew more relaxed in your presence.

“I love you.” The Master whispered vulnerably.

“I love you, Master.” You saw him smile bittersweetly and a stray tear rolled down his face. You wiped it away and kissed his forehead before cuddling The Master once more. 

“Do you want to take a nap?” The Master nodded into you.

“Do you want to be alone?” The Master shook his head “no,” but then immediately groaned when an intense pain erupted through his head. You told The Master that you were going to get him some more painkillers and water before you took your nap. It took some convincing for The Master to actually let you go, but you ensured him that you would return quickly.

You made sure that The Master took the medication and drank some water. You knew that in times like these it was your responsibility to take care of him, and you were happy to do it. You wanted to make sure that The Master was safe and healthy and happy, just like how he had always made you feel when you were feeling low.

The two of you then laid back down together on The Master’s bed and shuffled around a bit before you found a comfortable position. The Master ended up laying on top of you, with his head over your heart and your hands either rubbed circled on his back or played with his hair. In this environment, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a deep slumber. And, when The Master woke up, many hours later, The Drums were gone and his mind was clear and calm, all because of your care.