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Protectiveness Headcanons

Dhawan!Master x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Headcanons about The Master cuddling the Reader.

Based on this Request -

Warnings - Possibly slight Yandere vibes

Word Count - 684

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Based on the request above submitted by @flybi91​ on my old Tumblr account. This is the second part of this request; the first part will be linked here. I hope you enjoy it! I can add to this later if I have more ideas.

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This version of the Master was more protective than some of his other regenerations

Ever since discovering the origins of Time Lords and the Timeless Child, he had become insecure, but he tried not to show it

He wanted one person, he just needed one, to love him wholeheartedly

Someone to touch him, hold him, praise him, care for him, just see him as a unique person and love him wholeheartedly

He wanted someone who wanted him as much as he wanted them

And then he found you

You were everything he wanted and more

But he convinced himself that, because who he was a lie, you would leave him and that was the last thing he wanted

You were the only thing he had that was good

This caused The Master to be more protective over you than if you were just a random companion

He didn’t like you walking, adventuring, or living alone - not because he didn’t trust you, but because he didn’t trust other people

His hand would either be holding yours or be placed firmly on your back when the two of you are out together

However, he enjoyed whenever you would link arms with him

Under extreme circumstances, he would drag you by one of your shoulders away from whomever he didn’t like 

The longer your relationship with The Master would grow, the more protective he will become

During his dark times, he would refuse to let you leave his TARDIS, but that would usually only last for a couple of day until The Drums quieted themselves

If you ever insisted on staying on Earth for a bit, he would stay with you

He would consider putting trackers in your devices for a long time

The only thing that would make him reconsider doing this is the fact that you are incredibly loyal

One day, while adventuring, you do get kidnapped by a group of people who wanted revenge against The Master

Upon finding you again, The Master violently tortured and killed all of the members of the group

He carried you back to his TARDIS, cared to any wounds you might have had and the two of you took a warm bath together before cuddling all night

The next day, he placed extreme protective measures all over his Tardis and over your home on Earth

The Master didn’t leave your side for the next month, and he wouldn’t let you leave his ship for even longer

You literally had to beg The Master into leaving The TARDIS

And you had to promise that you would only visit you family and friends and to not leave your house for any other reason - except to maybe go grocery shopping

But he definitely started tracking your movements

You knew about this, though, and understood why he believed that he had to go to those measures

The Master would force you to stand behind him if the two of you ever encountered The Doctor

The Master would eventually force you to return to his TARDIS, if the encounter with The Doctor lasted too long, because he didn’t want The Doctor to even think about stealing you away from him

If The Doctor did ever manage to ‘kidnap’ you, The Master would be on a warpath until he found you again

This routine would happen for a while until The Doctor eventually understood that you and The Master loved each other, and The Master hadn't done anything threatening towards you

She still kept a watchful eye on the two of you, but was happy to see her old friend in love and with someone who cared for him

The Master just wanted you to feel safe and be safe

He didn’t want his past or the people he would sometimes associate himself with to get in the way of your relationship, your opinion of him, or your safety.

He knew that he could sometimes be extreme in his efforts to protect you, but he just wanted you to know how much he loved you and appreciated you and wanted to care for you

Cuddling Headcanons

Dhawan!Master x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Headcanons about The Master cuddling the Reader.

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Warnings - Some Master obsessiveness, there is some nsfw stuff (so minors DNI)

Word Count - 1257

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Based on the request above submitted by @flybi91​ on my old Tumblr account. Sorry if some things might be a bit ooc, here are just some thoughts I’ve had if The Master was simping. Also, this is my first time writing headcanons, so I hope that you enjoy them. I’m going to post the protectiveness part in a different post, I’ll link it here. I can add to this later if I have more ideas.

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The Master was first apprehensive about cuddling

Of course, he had cuddled people, and you, before but that was usually as a part of an aftercare routine

He had never cuddled just to cuddle to his recollection

He also thought that this would ruin his reputation

Falling in love with you was bad enough, he couldn’t let anyone find out that he stooped to cuddling

You assured him that this would just be something private between the two of you

And to inflate his ego a bit, you expressed that you just wanted to feel closer to him, to have all of his attention on you, to feel fully consumed by his presence

He was still sceptical and refused, but said that he would think about it

You hoped that if you praised him enough, he would eventually cuddle you

But you ended up not having to wait that long

The Master suddenly got sick with some weird space cold after an adventure and he demanded that you cuddle him to warm him up

You obviously teased him about the quick turnaround, but gladly cuddled him in the little cocoon nest of blankets and pillows he had created on his extravagant bed

Since then, he always wanted to cuddle and would claim any excuse just to hold you at any point in time

This regeneration was touchier than some of his previous regenerations

He would find any excuse to touch you 

He always seemed to be playing with your hair or running a hand up and down your body or subconsciously picking at your fingers

Now, while cuddling, he found that he was able to fiddle with parts of you with more ease

He also relished in the feeling of having you play with his hair or scratching his beard

He loved being touched and held by you, just having all of your attention fully on him

He loved spooning you or any position where he was holding you

The Master’s favourite cuddling position is hold you tightly against his chest

He preferred to have one of his arms around your shoulders and neck and the other wrapped around your waist and his legs tangled up with yours - basically trapping you against him because he doesn’t want you to leave (the cuddle session or him, in general)

He loves when you sleep on his chest, over his hearts - he took pride in the fact that his heart beats calm you down

The Master wanted to feel like he was a good protector to you

He also loved feeling you on top of him - either straddling him and massaging and caressing him or just fully laying on top of him - again, he just likes having your full attention

Along with that, he loves reading to you when cuddling or when you wear something of his when cuddling - The Master likes knowing that you are his and you want to be in his presence

Because of The Drums in his head and the history of Gallifreyans, he is sometimes insecure about the things that make him obviously a Time Lord, but he is always comforted by your love and acceptance of him

The Master didn’t talk about The Drums as much, in comparison to his other regenerations, but they still affected him greatly and he would always find you when they would get bad

He preferred to be the one cuddled during these moments

He didn’t really care about the position, but he wanted to feel safe and wanted

But if you were to give him head scratches or even beard scratches, he would be putty in your hands and feel like the most loved and powerful person in the Multiverse

When The Drums were particularly bad or he was stressed or completely tired out, he would just flop on top of you and expect you to curl yourself around him and rub his back and play with his hair until he fell asleep

Bonus points if you whispered praises and sweet nothings in his ear while he was drifting off to sleep

Call him a good Master

Tell him that no one will compare to him, that you will never want anyone else, and you will always stay with him

Tell him that you are his and all will be

He needs to be reassured that he’s good for you and that you still want him sometimes, especially when the Drums are loud, and they bring back horrible memories of his time on Gallifrey

The Master is not above manipulating you into staying with him longer

He will often accuse you of “not loving him anymore” and that’s why you want to leave the cuddle session

Your reason could be as logical as needing to use the restroom or needing to get food or needing to take a shower, and The Master would still use that claim

Eventually, he would become fearful of you dying and see enough reason to, momentarily, halt the cuddle session for you to do all of the Human stuff you need to do

The Master would follow you to wherever you need to go, though.

If you were going to the kitchen to make food, The Master would hug you from behind as you cooked and then make you sit on his lap while you ate

He would eventually have his TARDIS attach small kitchens to your rooms, so the two of you could rejoin the cuddle pile as soon as possible

If you had to go to the bathroom, you would run there after The Master released his grip on you - and then lock him out of the bathroom because you know from previous experiences that he would follow you into the room and it would just be awkward

If you were going to take a bath or shower, you learned that it was just better to allow him to join you

Where The Master would go back and forth from soft and cuddly to suggestive and touchy really quickly

Cuddle sessions with The Master could be completely innocent, or could be a gateway to something sexual, if you were okay with it

Sometimes it would be a mix of both (again if you are comfortable with it) and the two of you would telepathically pleasure each other or you would cockwarm him

Because Time Lord biology is different than Humans, he doesn’t have as high of a libido, but he just loves you so much and just wants to be as close to you as possible

The Master also just loved knowing that he is the only person able to please you and give you so much pleasure and bliss

If you ever got hurt on an adventure, The Master would not let you leave your bed for a while

Post adventure cuddles were always interesting. They could go one of two ways:

Either, The Master would initiate an incredibly possessive cuddle session, which would lead to rough and possessive sex

Or The Master would sweetly hold you tightly and tell you all the things he loved about you and how much you changed his view on life and how much he never wanted to lose you

The Master loves you; he cares for you; The Master wants to see you happy, and hopes that you want to see him happy, too

Since being introduced to your cuddles, holding you and being held by you became one of the top ways the two of you expressed your love for each other

Frogs and Snails

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is staying at home for a couple of days to recharge, but frantically calls The Master to join them when they find some frogs and snails on their property. 

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Warnings - Small mention of The Master being a bit overprotective/tracking/stalking, but other than that small mention, it’s just fluffy.

Word Count - 2284

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. This is based on a request, from @flybi91​, asked on my old Tumblr. I finally posted it after many mental health troubles. I’m hoping to post much more during this year because I am finally feeling better. This is such a cute request, though, and I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy it. 💜

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Whenever you were home, you would walk out into the woods that surrounded your home and meditate in nature. Something about that environment calms you down and makes you feel real, where other environments could easily overstress you and make you feel cluttered. The Master tried to recreate the environment around your home in a personalised meditation room in his TARDIS for you, but it wasn’t the same. There were no random animals that would come up to you while you were meditating or relaxing, and the manufactured wind just felt off. 

You were very grateful for The Master’s efforts, but sometimes you just needed to recharge back on Earth. The Master tried to be sympathetic, but he had difficulty in doing so. His memories of Gallifrey were rarely peaceful. He wanted to see you happy though, so he would, slightly reluctantly, travel to Earth and allow you to stay there for as long as you needed. But he would never be that far away from you, even if you thought you were alone.

You had been home for a couple of days but were unable to spend any time outside. Some days it was because you were too tired to venture out, other days it was because of rain, or sometimes it was because you had plans with your friends. But today, you were free to finally do as you wished and you grabbed a picnic blanket and headed outside. Dew covered the ground and there was a nice fog that surrounded your home. The sun, still, had yet to rise, but the sky was lightening by the second. 

You spread your blanket out at the edge of the woods and sat down with your legs in a crisscrossed position. It had been so long since you were on Earth that you forgot that it was frog season. So, when you heard the frogs croaking, you immediately jumped up and began searching, completely abandoning your picnic blanket and plans to relax. It didn’t take you long to locate where the little croaking cuties were hiding. A bit inside the woods, there was a small lake that was an offshoot to a stream nearby and the frogs would usually lay their eggs there. 

After finding the frog’s hideout, you ran back to your house to get some snacks. Then you picked up the blanket you had left on your lawn and walked back down the path to the lake to settle down. You opened some of the containers of snacks for yourself and, hopefully, some cute creatures. Soon, you were able to coerce some frogs to join you on your blanket, then some friendlier frogs hopped up onto your lap. While other frogs simply enjoyed your gift of strawberries. You smiled at the scene before you. This was exactly what you needed to calm down, but you were saddened at the thought of The Master not being here with you. 

You had grown quite close to him throughout your travels together. You interpreted your relationship with the renegade Time Lord to be heading down a more intimate path. You weren’t exactly quick to pick up on the lingering gazes or the protective gestures he would give you, but they were much too obvious now for you to ignore. You believed that he noticed the change in your relationship, too, but he was too stubborn to admit that he had feelings for a Human, and you were too bashful and scared to confess your feelings out of fear of rejection. 

You sat calmly, petting a large toad, while feeding it an equally large strawberry. Suddenly, you saw a couple of slugs on a nearby plant and became even more excited! You stealthily and carefully moved the pair of slugs onto your blanket. You gave them some grapes and strawberries to eat, as well. You had to get The Master here to see this moment, even if he was doing something important. You didn’t know if he had even seen Earth frogs or slugs before, and you believed that him being here with you to see this sight took precedence over whatever he was doing. You knew that he didn’t understand why you enjoyed Earth so much. So maybe if you called him here to sit with you, then maybe he would understand why you felt so peaceful here. You grabbed your phone and called the Time Lord.

The Master was tinkering with his Tardis console right before you called. Not because he needed to, but because he was bored. The Master never knew what to do when you weren’t around, and he hated that feeling. He tried to deny the fact that you were the reason why he woke up in the morning for a long time, but he had practically given up on doing so now. You were the reason why he started his day, why he took care of himself, why he wanted to show off. You had completely consumed his life. He wasn’t prepared to tell you this fact yet, but he was preparing to do so. He jumped slightly when he heard his TARDIS phone ring. His TARDIS had clearly made the phone ring louder to draw him out of his thoughts. The Master picked up the phone and was about to ask who was calling, but you cut him off.

“Master! Come here! Quickly!” You were so excited that you couldn’t regulate your volume and your voice came out as a bit of a scream. In shock, The Master jolted forward and hit his head on the underside of the console.

“What?! Are you okay?” His voice echoed with a worried growl.

“Yes! Just come here!” The Master stood up, rubbing the bump on his head, again shocked after you had ended the call without a goodbye. You never did that. You always gave agonisingly long goodbyes filled with sweet testimonies about how much you missed him and wished to see him sooner. He had immediately assumed the worst. As fast as he could, The Master plotted a course to your house.

The Tardis appeared in the middle of your living room. The Master bustled out of his ship, almost ripping over his feet, anxiously. The Master called your name, but he heard no response. He ran upstairs then down to your basement, then scanned your house for any sign of life. You were nowhere to be found. The Master released a defeated huff and prepared to phone you again to find out where you were, but then he remembered something.

Soon after the two of you met, The Master noticed your love of jewellery. The closer he got to you, the more The Master wanted to protect you. So, he may or may not have gifted you a necklace for your birthday that contained a tracking device. The Master had never had to use it for what it was intended for, you thankfully had never been kidnapped, but he had found himself watching the tracker for hours whenever you were away on Earth, and he had given up trying to distract himself from your absence. It gave him some peace of mind to see you walk around your house or go to the shops. 

He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand for being so dumb as to not think about the tracker sooner. He had, in fact, had the image of the tracker up on his TARDIS console before he got bored of watching you sleep. He hated that in his fear of losing you, he might have wasted time in saving you. So, The Master began following the tracker toward your location, his walking soon turning into a run when he remembered the urgent tone in your voice. He huffed, thinking that these new emotions would be the death of him, or even worse, the death of you. He looked down at the tracker once again, while turning onto a small path, but looked up suddenly when he heard you calling his name while walking up to him.

“Y/N are you okay?!” The Master quickly pocketed his tracking device before you could see it and question it. 

“Yes! Of course, I am okay, silly!” Once you were by the alien, you hugged him tightly, happy that he did actually come to see you instead of hiding away on his ship. The Master hugged you back tightly while nuzzling his face in your neck and inhaling your scent. He was so relieved that you were not hurt, but he quickly pushed you back by your shoulders to question you.

“Then why did you scare me half to regeneration?!”

“Oh! I just wanted to show you something. Follow me.” You turned and walked down the path back toward the pond until you realised that The Master wasn’t following you. He was standing at the top of the path staring at you, gobsmacked and completely out of his depth at the idea that you just wanted to see him. You huffed and trenched back up the path and grabbed The Master’s hand and pulled him along the path behind you. You let go of The Master’s hand to move away some of the frogs and slugs from the middle of your blanket so the two of you could sit without hurting anything.

“Why are we here, Y/N?” You sat cross legged again and returned your attention to the small creatures.

“Frogs!” You turned to look at The Master, grinning from ear to ear, while holding a couple of small, green frogs in the palm of your left hand up to him.

“You called me here to look at … frogs?” You held up your right hand to The Master, as well, which contained a large slug eating a strawberry.

“And slugs! Lookie! They are so cute!” The Master sighed, unable to stay cross at you when you looked so happy. He smiled and moved to sit beside you on the blanket, careful not to squash anything. 

“So ... what are these tiny creatures, again, and why do you like them so much?”

“This is a slug.” You placed a slug in the rebel Timelord’s hand, along with a grape for the tiny creature to eat.

“Why is it so slimy?” You ignored his question, assuming that he would not actually want to know all of the intricacies of the mucus slugs excrete. And because he might hurt the poor creature in disgust.

“And this is a frog. Be careful! You have to be gentle so as not to hurt them!” The Master looked at them curiously, almost scientifically. He had heard about them each briefly in textbooks about Earth and its various biomes, ecosystems, and organisms, but he never had the opportunity to interact with them. He looked back at you with less judgmental eyes and questioned you again.

“You never answered why you like them.” You paused briefly before answering, wanting to be fully genuine because you knew that’s the kind of response The Master wanted to receive.

“I don’t know. They are just cute. I would always go frog hunting when I was younger, and I would always save the slugs that the mean kids would try to pour salt on when I was at school. They are just sweet creatures. And I like them. They deserve respect just like everyone else.” The Master shook his head slowly; he had a bittersweet smile written on his face. You questioned why he was acting this way.

“You’re too good for me, Y/n.”

“I don’t think I’m too good for you, Master.”

“On your day off you decided to feed frogs and snails freshly cut strawberries and grapes. Then you gleefully called me to show me said fruit eating creatures. That’s the most disgustingly sweet thing I have ever heard. It’s as if you walked out of a 2000s indie movie.”

“And because of me and my disgustingly sweet attitude you can now make the reference!” You poked his side jokingly.

“Ugh! You’re ruining me, Human!” The Master rolled his eyes playfully and bumped your shoulder with his. He made the excuse with himself that he just wanted to joke around with you, but he really just wanted to be closer to you physically.

“Come on! You love having me around and you know it!” You bumped his shoulder, just as he did to you, but you didn’t move after, keeping your shoulders touching one another. The Master stared at you sternly, but his eyes remained warm. He was upset that you noticed his soft spot for you, fearful of what that meant for the two of you, but he couldn't deny your sweet, smiling face. You didn’t seem worried about the future, so he assumed that the serious conversation the two of you needed to have could wait for another day.

“You’re right. I do like having you around, my little Human.” The Master took his free hand and poked your grinning cheek before wrapping his arm around you to pull up into his side. You kissed his cheek then nuzzled into the crook of his neck before the two of you continued to feed the tiny creatures. You spent the rest of the morning talking and relaxing with each other in the woods by your home before eventually returning to his TARDIS. 

You had come back to Earth to recharge, but nothing that Earth could offer would ever compare to the quiet moments you had with The Master. You were happy to have two of your favourite things collide in such a peaceful way and hopefully it will happen more often in the future.

One Good Day

O x Reader - Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader hasn’t been feeling well and their roommate, O, comforts them.

Warnings - mentions of depression/sad feelings/low days

Word Count - 3949

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. This takes place when The Master was pretending to be O. Okay, so this is my fic Mental Health Date revisited. I revisited and revised it a bit because I didn’t like it, but I still don’t like it, but I’m going to post it anyway just to get it out there.

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It had been one of those days. And by days, you meant weeks. Nothing felt right. You had little interest in the things you would usually enjoy, and you had gotten incredibly far behind on your work, and you stopped talking to the people in your life, but you didn’t really care. It worried you sometimes, feeling yourself fall down the rabbit hole of dissociation and depression, but you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t sleep at night because of how anxious you were about feeling behind in life, but you couldn’t get up to do anything of importance to relieve your anxieties and get better for yourself. All you really did was watch random videos and read fanfiction and sleep during the day. You were incredibly bored but didn’t have enough energy to do anything about it. 

Part of you didn’t know why you felt this way. This just always happens. Things get better. Things are going well and smoothly. Then things get bad quickly. and your mental health just plummets. It’s a horrible cycle that happens every couple of weeks or months, depending on what else is going on around you. You were sick of it! You just wanted one good day to get you back on track. Or just one good day, period. No matter how much you wanted it, however, you berated yourself for believing something as foolish as the thought that today would actually be a good day.

You didn’t feel like you could talk to your family about what was going on. They never reacted the way that you wished that they would, so you just didn’t bother any more with trying to explain these feelings to them. Your friends would understand your circumstance much more than your parents, however, you never wanted to burden them with your depressive thoughts. So, you just kept to yourself, which usually caused your depressive state to get worse until it would pass. 

You considered talking to your roommate, O. Or maybe not talk, but somehow convince him to go out to a cafe or park or something so you weren’t alone for a bit. You eventually decided against reaching out to O, though, so as not to bother him, just like how you didn’t want to burden your friends. But that didn’t stop you thinking about your roommate while in your state of boredom. 

O was quiet, reserved and sweet, he kept to himself most of the time, but he could also be quite blunt when he wanted to be. You couldn’t tell whether he was a nervous person or introverted or whether he just didn’t like people. He was usually polite, or just silently complained about a person through eye rolls, but it always shocked you when he would say something harsh. His comments were never directed to you but knowing the fact that he could be easily disappointed made you not want to upset him. Over the past few months of cohabitating with him, you had developed a small crush on him, but tried to deny it to all of your friends and yourself. Your crush was probably the reason you didn’t want to upset him, not the fear of his hidden harshness being directed to you, but you just pushed those feelings away and continued to scroll through your phone. 

You were thankful that he allowed you to share a flat with him, because there seemed to be no other apartments available in this part of the city, but you assumed that O just needed someone else to pay rent rather than actually wanting any companionship. And considering that you were the one to move into the flat second, you tried your best to stay out of his way, but you felt as if you always failed at that task.

Whenever you would find yourself walking in on O in the living room or kitchen having an intense discussion with himself, pacing and muttering about unusual things, he would huff and quickly walk to his room and lock the door behind him. His reaction would always make you feel horrible. You wanted to get to know him and make him feel welcomed in your presence, not shut away. 

But O would sometimes allow you to interact with him. Whenever O wasn’t too consumed by work, he would offer up genuine smiles around the flat and would sometimes express small, reserved instances of his personality that he deemed you worthy enough of seeing. You discovered that O worked for the government and had a passion for science and technology. But your favourite thing about O was his belief in aliens. You didn’t expect that of him, but it made you smile to see him get so excited when he rambled about his special interest. 

Even though you learned things about each other during your cohabitation, the two of you never made a consistent effort to build a rapport. And that made you feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea of going to O with your problems or even having a crush on him. You were afraid that he would act poorly, like your parents or previous professors or bosses, and blame you for how you were feeling and the state you were in. You wanted someone, though. Someone to be with you on a bad day. Someone to make you feel better. Again, you stopped that train of thought and chastised yourself for being so foolish to think that someone would ever help you in that way.

So, you continued scrolling through random apps on your phone while cuddling up in bed under a mound of blankets. You didn’t have enough motivation to get up at all this morning, like most mornings this week, but now it was around midday, and you hadn’t even eaten anything or even showered. You just let the minutes pass by while consuming random content in the hope for some dopamine. Suddenly, O opened your door without warning and just stood in the doorway, for a moment, staring at your startled face. You dropped your phone slightly to get a better look at O. He looked like he was questioning what he saw, but there was something different about the way that he was looking at you that you couldn’t place. His eyes seemed sad, and he was tapping his fingers on the doorknob of your room repeatedly in a pattern of four beats.

“Are you feeling okay?” O finally spoke after an awkward silent war between the two of you just staring at each other.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” You squeaked out. You didn’t mean to lie, but you were so startled by O barging into your room that you didn’t know how to respond.

“I know that you always say that I can be incredibly blunt, and by blunt you mean rude. Well, now I'm not trying to be rude, I’m just concerned, okay?” O held out his non tapping hand as if to reassure you, but it only made you even more worried. As if he were trying to prepare you for the final blow in a battle of wits that would be your downfall.

“Can you please get to the point, O?”

“You don't look fine. You look quite glum, actually. And a bit greasy.” You were right. It was the hard-hitting final blow to your already depleted ego.

“Well, you certainly know how to cheer a person up.” You huffed and turned so your back was now facing O. For an extra pinch of dramatics, you pulled your blankets up over your head to cocoon yourself. You muffled a mumble that you didn’t intend for O to hear, but if he did it wouldn’t be the end of the world, “You barge into my room and insult me. I sure picked a great roommate.”

You slightly heard O huff over the muffling effect on your blanket cocoon. You internally groaned at the thought that O was most likely rolling his eyes at your obnoxious behaviour. You didn’t want to have a fight or make him feel bad. You didn’t even know why you were acting this way, just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from the world alone.

There was a long enough silence for you to get back to your reading on your phone and you assumed that O had left your room. Probably with the door open because he always seemed to leave doors open throughout the flat. You froze when you felt the opposite side of your bed dip. You turned a bit to look over your shoulder. You saw O sitting on your bed, looking at you with concern lacing his eyes. You had never seen that before.

“You don’t have to talk about anything that you don't want to, Y/n, but if you want to talk, I am here. If you need me.” You shuffled a bit more to see him more clearly and you saw that O was being sincere.

“I don’t want to talk about it. But I’m just not feeling good mentally. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, I just didn’t know how to say anything. I’m sorry that I told you I was fine early when I wasn’t. I was shocked by your question, and I panicked.” O smiled sympathetically.

“Why were you shocked?” You looked down and away from O’s eyes to try and prepare for what you were about to say.

“I didn’t think you cared enough to ask about me. I didn’t think you care about me at all.” You looked back up at O when you heard him sigh again. You were afraid that he was angry about what you had said. He didn’t look angry, though. He looked sad and disappointed, but it also looked like he was thinking about something.

“How about you take a long bath and I’ll go get some things from the shops so we can have a nice night in?”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? It’s a nice thing to do, isn’t it?”

“When do you ever do nice things? You don't do nice things, especially not to me.” You shuffled down a bit into the cocoon of blankets to hide from O’s unblinking gaze.

“I’ve done nice things for you!” If you thought that O actually cared for you, you would have said that O looked offended and hurt at the thought of you thinking that he didn’t care about you. But that would be impossible.

“Okay, you have done nice things for me, I’m just being sad and only thinking about the bad things right now. And it’s perfectly fine if you don’t do nice things for me. I don’t expect you to. We are flat mates, not best friends or anything else.” O seemed to quirk his head upon hearing you say ‘anything else,’ along with having a small smirk lacing his face.

“Come on. Get up. I swear I'll make tonight worthwhile.” O smirked and sent you a wink. You huffed and stumbled out of bed, almost hitting O with your blanket before he dodged it by standing up from the bed.

“Don’t be flirty just to try and get me to not be sad.” You stumbled to your dresser and wardrobe and grabbed some underwear and comfy clothes and some towels.

“Who said I was flirting to make you smile? I would say that I’m flirting with you because I want to flirt with you.” You gasped slightly and turned to see O smirking in the doorway. You didn’t know how to respond, you just stood there with your mouth agape, so O took the opportunity to continue to speak, “I’ll probably be back while you’re still in the shower but take as much time as you need. I’ve got to make today a good day for you.” You stared at him for a second, you were worried that he had read your mind about wanting to have just one good day, but that would be impossible. So, you brushed that completely ridiculous thought out of your mind.

It felt weird experiencing him acting this way. You didn’t interact with O that often, even though you were living together. The two of you usually kept to yourselves, often preoccupied with your jobs. O’s advances didn’t feel fake, though, like he was putting on an act, but because it was so different from how he usually acts this did feel wrong. You shook away your thoughts and waved goodbye to O as he prepared to leave the flat and you prepared to enter the bathroom.

The shower was warm and refreshing and the perfect environment for your thoughts to run wild, even though you tried to push them away. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but your feelings and crush on him was making that difficult. You had no idea what O had planned, but you assumed that whatever it was, it would be a short event. Because the two of you never hung out that much except in passing, and because O’s more introverted nature, you were now convinced that O would probably be planning a short meal with a fancy dessert. It would show that O cared about your mental health and your company, but it wouldn’t be too intrusive. But O had been known to shock you, so everything made you more curious about what O would actually decide to do.

You left the bathroom wearing the comfy clothes you picked out but with wet hair. You didn’t really care to dry your hair properly or do any sense of a skin or hair care routine. You assumed that you were going to have a short, friendly dinner and go back to sleep soon, even though you wanted something more intimate. 

Over the smell of soap and shampoo, you smelled your favourite candle, and this surprised you. So, you apprehensively walked into the living room, now candle lit, and observed a large supply of blankets and pillows piled up to form a pillow fort, covering up the sofa and the television. You looked into the fort and saw some of your favourite snacks were placed on the coffee table. Suddenly you heard a timer go off. This brought your attention to the kitchen. You saw O, wearing comfy clothes as well, preparing something. He eventually noticed you staring and smiled at you before speaking.

“What movie do you want to watch?” O finished preparing the meal and walked from the kitchen with two plates of your favourite food, one in each hand. O asked if you could open the fort again and placed the dishes on the coffee table before walking back to the kitchen.

“Although, we could start watching a show. But whatever you want to watch I will enjoy.” O spoke up again, carrying two of your favourite beverages and two delicious looking desserts precariously. You opened the fort to allow O to enter and you followed him silently. The two of you sat on the ground in between the sofa and the coffee table. The food smelled amazing, but you didn’t understand why any of this was happening. This was far fancier than you had anticipated.

O drew you out of your thoughts by asking what you wanted to watch again, and you suggested your favourite movie, but emphasised that the two of you didn’t have to watch it because he would probably hate it. While in the middle of your explanation, O had already begun the movie. You tried to grab the remote and explain that he didn’t need to do all of this for you, but O interrupted you.

“Y/n, enjoy this. And let me be here with you. For you. Let yourself have a good day. And eat, you should definitely eat.” O took a bite of his food and smiled encouragingly at you before starting the movie again. You sighed and stared at the plate of food before grabbing it and holding it in your lap and taking a bite. 

After you finished your meal, you sat with your back on the bottom part of the sofa with your head resting on the seat and you stared at the screen blankly. You weren’t paying close attention to the movie, but you heard O laughing and giving encouraging hums to the events of the movie. You were confused by the situation that you found yourself in. You had imagined having home date nights with O. And you had imagined domestically watching television and snacking on junk food with O. It seemed as if this was a cute amalgamation of two of your most prevalent fantasies of O. You joked with yourself that O must have read your mind and created an intimate combination of the date ideas to make you the happiest. But that would be impossible and ridiculous. But that thought kept nagging at you, so you stopped the film.

“Why are you doing this?” You turned to O who was adorably in the middle of eating a sweet. 

“You weren’t feeling well, and I wanted to. You deserve a good day, Y/n.”

“I didn’t think that you cared about me. I honestly thought that you were going to ask me to move out once the lease was up.” O smiled to himself knowingly. You were confused by this reaction and were about to question him, but O spoke before you could.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you, Y/n. I’ve cared about you for a while now, I’m just not good at expressing it. And I never would have agreed to flat share with you if I didn’t like you. I want you to feel safe and comfortable around me.” You felt your face heat up upon hearing this confession.

O playfully threw your favourite sweet at you to distract you and turned the film back on before scooting closer to you. You smiled after noticing how close the two of you were but tried not to get your hopes too high. Of course, you wanted to get to know O more romantically, however, you would very happily settle for a nice friendship. Which was a terrible lie, but you thought that it was fine to be in denial for right now, so you just enjoy the moment before you and not overthink it. 

You began to grow a bit tired and yawned. O shifted closer to you again and placed his arm around your shoulders. Your head instantly fell into the crook of his neck and watched the remainder of the movie in a sleepy haze. Despite how hard you tried; you fell asleep in this position. The repetitive motion of O’s hand rubbing circles on your arm and his steady breaths were the final blows to you and caused you to enter a deep, calming sleep.

The Master knew that you were close to falling asleep throughout most of the second half of the movie and was eagerly awaiting the moment when you would finally fall asleep on his shoulder. He looked down at you when he knew that you wouldn’t wake up and smiled as if he had accomplished something great. The Master had seen worlds destroyed, by his hands, and he had planned coups and revolutions and created new species, but nothing he had done gave him as much joy as knowing that he made you happy and he gave you peace.

The Master snapped his fingers and his TARDIS turned off the television with a soft pop. Then he softly picked you up bridal style and carried you to your room. The Tardis unlocked your door for the Timelord, along with turning on your bedroom light and pulling your covers back. The Master gently placed you on your bed and tucked you in under your blankets. He paused to caress your face gently, smiling when you nuzzled into his hand in your sleep. The Master stayed like this, just observing you in a calm and peaceful state, before leaning forward and kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/n. Sleep dreams. I hope you enjoyed today, love.” The Master turned off your bedroom light and closed your door quietly before returning to the living room and kitchen area to clean up from the date. After everything was clean and back in its place, The Master got ready for bed. Technically, he didn’t need to because of the difference between Human and Time Lord biology, but he had gotten used to your Human schedule.

The Master sighed to himself as he closed the door to his room. He hated that he let you get this down. Not that you were aware of what he had done, but The Master performed an extensive vetting process on all of the people who had come to him as O looking for a flat share. He intended to be much more comprehensive and intentional with choosing a companion, as opposed to The Doctor who was reckless and impulsive. You had passed every test with flying colours and were now his, not that you knew this. You didn't need to know this information right now, though. At least, that's what The Master thought. He planned to pursue a relationship with you as O long before he ever revealed himself to be the Rebel Timelord. But he planned for that to happen long in the future from now.

The Master leaned against his bedroom door for a second before hitting his head with his palm. He was ashamed of himself. The Master believed and knew that it was his responsibility to take care of you and he took too long to notice your declining symptoms. The Master felt dumb. He had forgotten how Humans work. How Humans need constant attention and blatant acts and expressions of interest to actually understand the flirtation. Humans weren’t well versed in the art of flirtatious telepathy and “O” couldn’t flirt like The Doctor and blow your mind with the universe and all of time. That would ruin the act. 

For his plan to succeed, he had to do better. He swore to himself that he would do better in the future. He would interact with you more, engage in the things you enjoy, as this would be the best way to make you care for him just as he had begun to care for you more intimately, as more than just a Human pet. And he would try to not let The Doctor and his revenge plan for her get too in the way of your budding relationship. And then, once the two of you were fully committed to one another and The Doctor was destroyed, The Master would show you everything he possibly could because that’s what you deserved. The Master also knew that you deserved to feel safe and protected in your own house and head, and the rebel Timelord made a vow to show you how truly immaculate you were in his eyes. He also made a vow to help you with whatever you needed and drop anything and everything to help you. He wanted to make every day, for you, a good day. There would be no more wishing for good days with him around, but he would make sure that you would never get that low again. The Master knew that you were his and he was yours. You needed him and he needed you. And The Master was excited to make you realise that.