“Just so we’re clear, if I say ‘shut up’ and you say ‘make me’, I am instantly thinking about making out with you. Also just so we’re clear, if you say ‘shut up’ and I say ‘make me’, that is most definitely an invitation to make out with me.”
//most likely will result in queerplatonic, romantic, sexual, and/or frenemy ships; this open to mutuals who have not yet interacted as well; any fandom/verse
The Doctors eyes widen and she looks like a fish on dry land for a moment.
“Wait… do- do you mean me as well? You’d want to kiss me… you- you want me to kiss you??” She floundered, not really sure how to respond in this situation and settled for blushing dark red.
“I- I haven’t actually kissed anyone in this body before…”
@drapetxmaniia liked this for a starter from River! || I’m throwing this at 9 ❤
“What a face. I was beginning to think I’d never meet it. You really weren’t kidding about the ears, were you?” She gave a small sigh, shaking her head.
“Stay still, sweetie.” As River stepped forward, she shifted around, untying The Doctor’s wrists in one, smooth movement.
“Oi!” the Doctor didnt hesitate to protest about his ear’s. “Whats wrong with me ears?! they are fine as they are, thanks very much.” He huffed.
Nodding, the Master led him over to the bed and then promptly pulled out their PJ’s setting them on the end of the bed, giving him the choice if he wanted to change into it or not.
Koschei himself, changed into his red silk PJ and got into the bed, pulling back the corner and patted the bed. “Im allowing you to get in yourself.” he told him raising a brow, showing that he would pull him into the bed if he didn’t get in himself.
The TARDIS lands on the enterprise and and the Doctor peers out with a squint. “Hey! Hi! Yes you! Can you tell me where Ive landed? I feel like I took the wrong turn at Minaton 5…” she called to the passer by, hoping that they either tell her or call the captain, because this looked like a ship… and she could feel the vibrations. -over the coms she could faintly hear someone say *protocol sigma* not that she had a clue what that was-
Protocol Sigma. Something he’d never thought he’d ever have to engage, as it seemed so preposterous. And yet, here they were.
He knows that his crew can handle things – if protocol sigma is being announced, that means that shields are up, everyone is heading for their stations, and all recording equipment has been switched on across the ship – so he steps up to answer the woman.
“Minaton 5? I don’t even know where that is. We’re orbiting Hatos space station, Alpha sector. Who are you?”
“Im the Doctor! You don’t mind if i step on board, do you? I promise i’m no trouble.” she beamed as she stepped out of her box and closed the door after her with a click.
She then looked at him for a long moment, looked and the walls, listened to something, before suddenly scanning him and the ship itself.
“OH! Is this The ENTERPRISE!??! Oh MY GOSH! Ive ALWAYS wanted to get on board TheEnterprise!!” She beamed and rushed over to the nearby door and over to the window.
“Did you say Hatos? Thats Miles away! Thousands of Lightyears! Im WAY off course..” The Doctor pouted. “I wanted to get ice cream, Minaton 5 makes some ACE ice cream, it could even rival the stuff from New Earth.”
That voice never shut up, tempting him with all these things that he would have never considered. But every time the influence got stronger and it was getting even harder to resist. So the best solution? Put himself where he wouldn’t be able to act on any impulses, away from the console room.
He went to one of the furthest rooms in the TARDIS, the Library, and hid there. Eventually, he swore he could hear something else…but he was sure it was his mind messing with him.
“I told you to leave me alone!” He shouted loudly at himself.
“Aww~ and here i thought you would be actually happy to see me.” The Master pouted, having found the tardis on his ‘doorstep’ and the old girl worried over something.
“Now, how about you tell me who you are shouting at and why your tardis thinks that i can help with something, hmm?” he asked walking over and slung his arm around his shoulder… or as best as his short self could.
The Doctor was peeling a rather large… fruit, that was the size of a medium sized snow-globe. It was Purple-y Pink and smelt like a cross between oranges and apples with a dash of raspberry…. And it had have rather long tentacle like roots.
“A Manorga… Would you like to try some? i’m almost done peeling it.”
“Clara! Yes, yes, I know I was supposed to be here a week ago, but something came up. A very big something that involved space monkeys and racoons. Chewing gum too. Never a good mix, but I’ll tell you later. You comin’? There’s a thing happening on a train in outta space. I don’t know what yet, but I told them I’d take a look at it. How about it, eh?”
Cheeks puffed out, hands on her hips, Clara glared at the Doctor with her judging glare. She was even moments away from tapping her foot.
Sigh a harsh sigh, she punched his arm and marched into the Tardis without an answer… well, the fact she went into the TARDIS already answered him that she was coming.
“You better get us a 5 star coach or else…. ill do something.” She told him peering back out the tardis door and then went back inside, sitting down on the stairs.
(Continued from Ask) – @itsjustkind – ((Cuddling for ‘warmth’ – Simm))
He rolled his eyes at The Doctor but didn’t hesitate when he was invited to cuddle up on the sofa, promptly cuddling up to him and wrapping his own arms around the man’s waist, head on his chest, listening to his heart beats.
“Hmm, yes, you are very warm. My very own Space and Time heater.” He joked, humming happily.
Perfect. The Plan ‘get theta to rest’ had worked perfectly.
The Master shifts ever so slowly, moving his head so that it was lying on his chest, one arm wrapped around his shoulder, the other never leaving his hair as he continued to pet it, hoping that he could help him have even a few hours of sleep to recharge his batteries.
“You, my dear Theta, should really try to trust me more.” he whispered ever so quietly, having waited an hour before he even dared to make a sound or move, making sure his love was fully asleep.
“I hope that we can work on this more, for i morn for the times when we… or rather you used to be able to trust me without being suspicious of my every move….” he sighed.
“Sleep now, ill try and protect you from the nightmares.” He couldn’t protect him from within the mind, for he had not asked for permission, but he would gladly hold him close, hoping that would help.
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