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White Dress or Whatever (Midnight’s Minuet Drabble 2)
This is the second drabble off of the Midnight’s Minuet series, but can be read alone. However, I highly suggest you read the whole series and the first drabble to have a better understanding on how two people who hated each other ended up here!
Inspired by this song:
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Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff
WC: 2400
Summary: Settling in at his penthouse hasn’t been easy, Yoongi thinks it’s too spacious for him alone. He’s been dropping hints here and there that he wants you to move in with him once your lease at the apartment is up, but it’s always gone over your head. This time, however, he’ll make sure to coax out an answer out of you.
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PERMANENT TAGLIST: @jinsquishes @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111
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Yoongi woke up from his slumber and squinted at the digital clock on his nightstand. 3:28 AM? He craned his neck as far as he could to see it clearly since physically turning would mean possibly interrupting your sleep. With over a year of being together, your relationship has grown more stable and comfortable. He really couldn’t recall the time when you argued, except that one time you accused him of not listening to you when in fact, he was. He was just bad at making eye contact. The image of your surprised expression when he repeated everything you had said back to you is one he would never forget. Apart from opening himself to you, and allowing you to get to know him better, he also discovered a lot of things about you. He now knows of the fact that you like your space, and you’re not a big fan of physical contact, which means you’re not much of a hugger either. Sure you enjoy cuddles as much as the next person does, but you’re never the first one to initiate the sweet gesture. But strangely enough, and the thing which he is grateful for, you always seem to crave his touch.
Despite wiggling out of his arms whenever he would spoon you in bed a little too long for your liking, you would always move closer just when sleep was about ready to win you over, linking one arm with his before reaching for his hand and putting your other hand on his forearm. Then, after leaning your head against his shoulder, you would let out a contented sigh before dozing off. He turned his head to look at you in the same manner, a slight smile on his lips. He couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the quiet snore leaving your lips and observed them forming a half-pout as your cheek squished against his shoulder. “You must have been so tired…” he whispered before planting a kiss on your forehead.
It has already been a couple of days since he got back from his two-week business trip to Spain, but his body clock has not adjusted properly yet, tricking him that it’s still around seven o’clock in the evening. That’s the time he usually spent walking around the hotel, checking in with the guards, checking in with the concierge, checking in with the kitchen staff - just a final once over on everything before he calls it a night. It’s tiring, it’s energy-draining having to check every single floor and engage in small talk with the employees. He doesn’t know how Seokjin does it, considering they’re both introverts, but his older brother seems to have more innate social skills than he does. Every night, all he wanted to do was to call you just to simply hear your voice, but he couldn’t because of the time difference. It’s the longest that you’ve been away from each other since you started your relationship, and missing you almost made him go crazy.
Yoongi gently lifted your head and settled you down on your pillow, removing the loose strand of hair that made its way to your face. You sleepily groaned in response before tugging on the duvet over your shoulder and turning your back on him. The distance you created was mere inches, yet a pang of longing struck his chest. Before he knew it, he’s already wrapping his arms around you and burying his face on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes before giving into sleep again.
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Three months ago…
“Why are you here? Who’s looking after the hotel?” Seokjin asked as he opened the door to his younger brother.
“That’s a nice way to welcome your brother, hyung. Also, the 2000 employees,” Yoongi replied dryly. “I wanna see my baby niece and I dropped YN off at home along the way.” Yoongi walked past Seokjin to enter further into the house.
“Your baby niece is still in her mother’s tummy and won’t be out in this world until May.”
“I’m talking about Jihyo, hyung…”
As if on cue, the padding of Seokjin’s three-year-old daughter’s little feet echoed around the high-ceiling living room, “Uncle Yoonie is here?” The little girl poked her head out between the mezzanine railings, pigtails coming into view first, before squealing in delight at the sight of her favorite uncle.
“Come down here, Jihyo…” Yoongi opened up his arms to his niece, calling her over.
“She won’t come to you, she’s busy playing,” Seokjin piped up.
“I can’t! I’m– I’m playing with my Polly Pocket…” Jihyo lifted her hand showing off something so small, Yoongi couldn’t even make out what it was despite squinting. “They’re Mommy’s old toys! Mommy said they’re vin-sej!”
“Okay! Have fun playing then… Don’t put them in your mouth,” Yoongi turned to Seokjin, “They’re what?”
“Vintage. She said they’re vintage.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Do they still make those toys these days?” Yoongi asked, genuinely confused.
“They make the bigger version now. Nara’s toys were the original compact miniatures, that’s why she’s been going around teaching Jihyo the word ‘vintage,” Seokjin scoffed. “Yah… did you just say you dropped Yn off?”
“Yeah, she has a wedding to cater to tomorrow and–”
“Seriously, when are you gonna ask her to move in with you? Didn’t you say the lease on her apartment is almost up?” Seokjin cut him off as he made his way to the freezer, retrieving a pint of dark chocolate ice cream and two spoons before motioning for Yoongi to come sit with him at the kitchen island.
“I’ve been trying to–”
“Have you, really? Or you’re just throwing empty hints to the wind and then hope for the best?”
“I mean–”
“I knew it,” Seokjin glared at his brother. “Your time’s running out, dude. I thought Mom has already given you the w–”
“AYY AYYY HYUNG, I got it! I got it! Yeah, I have them.” Yoongi rubbed his face annoyingly before gesturing to shush his older brother off.
“Okay okay, sorry!”
“I’ll ask her to move in with me real soon. She’s been staying over most of the time already though, it’s almost like we’re living together already.”
“Okaaay,” Seokjin teased. “Just make sure you hid those–”
“YAH HYUNG!”
Seokjin burst into his squeaky windshield wiper-sounding laugh, satisfied with how easily he could still tease his younger brother.
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You woke up to the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You set a 6 AM alarm because you were planning on going for a quick run this morning before jumping on a meeting with Taehyung and the rest of your staff for your new business venture— opening the first Sweet Knight branch outside of the hotel. You sleepily reached out to turn it off, and judging by the way that Yoongi was almost swaddling you in his arms, you didn’t think the morning run was still possible.
“You up?” Yoongi’s raspy voice softly rang in your ear, his warm breath hitting the nape of your neck at the same time.
“Hmm…” You turned around to face him, his hand automatically running down your side and stopping at the small of your back, as your palm rested on his chest. “How long have you been up?”
“Fifteen-twenty minutes, I think.” Your eyes automatically closed when he planted a peck on your forehead.
“… and you just watched me sleep for fifteen-twenty minutes?”
“I watched you sleep, I listened to you snore, I— very gently— wiped your drool off, I removed your crusty— OW!” Yoongi flinched at the pain after you smacked him on his arm.
“Serves you right!”
Yoongi chuckled before pulling you tighter and nuzzling your hair.
He’s never been like this to other people. The thing about Yoongi is that he doesn’t speak much in general, but his actions are loud enough to drown out any form of speech. What he lacks in communicating, he makes up for in acts of service and physical touch. In the beginning, you didn’t think your relationship would last. Over one year isn’t considered as long either, but taking into account how you two started out just wanting to tear each other’s throats off, every quarter is a milestone. But it wasn’t long until you realized that you two are a lot more similar and compatible in a lot of ways. You both recharge by enjoying your alone time. You talk, he listens. You’re emotional, he’s rational. You balance each other out so well that you understand each other without even saying anything, and people who don’t know much would think you’ve been together for years.
“Do you have plans today?”
“I was planning to go for a run, but I like staying in bed with you.” Early morning pillow talk has also become a thing between you. You don’t live together, and everytime you stay over at the penthouse is either because you’re too tired to go home after work or because it’s a given after an intimate night.
“Yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Best decision.”
“Then Taehyung and I will call for a staff meeting about the new bakery… maybe check the inventory too.” You continued, picking on a loose thread you spotted on his shirt. “I think Taehyung ordered some supplies yesterday and they’re being delivered today.”
“Hmm…”
“Will probably do some tidying up at the apartment today too, Jimin might stay over this weekend.” Your brother has been staying over at the apartment on the weekends claiming he’s bored.
“Ask him to move into the apartment. It’s only a few minutes away from his workplace by train.” Yoongi dropped another hint of wanting you to move out.
“…and live with me? We will drive each other nuts after a few days.” You smiled fondly at the thought of your younger brother. “Besides, I think he and Marikit are planning to move in together.”
“Ohh… he didn’t tell us.”
“Of course, he wouldn’t tell you. Namjoon has recently broken up with Jelena.”
“Hmmm… right…”
Yoongi went silent again and you had to peek through your lashes to check if he fell back to sleep. He didn’t. He gave you a small smile when your eyes met for the first time that morning, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through his now-slightly-longer hair. “What about you, babe? Do you have plans today?”
“I’m planning to ruin all your plans for today,” he replied smugly, breaking out into his signature gummy smile.
You were taken aback by the unexpected answer. “What? Okay, why would you–” you yelped as Yoongi rolled over you to climb out of bed, and with one sweep motion, scooped you up in his arms bridal-style. “What are you doing?!”
Yoongi carried you to the ensuite bathroom and sat you down on the granite bathroom sink, “Stay right here,” he caught your face between his hands and kissed you on the lips before going over to the drawers. You watched him retrieve a round-shaped box with a mother-of-pearl lid that shimmer iridescently against the warm lights. He looked at you fondly with a small smile before slotting himself between your legs, handing you the box, and opening up the lid. “My mother gave these to me…”
Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when they landed on two gold bands sitting side by side, one is plain, the other is lined with little diamonds along the side of its entire circumference. “I… wh…” you stammered, a million different emotions rushing through and making your heart go haywire.
“These are my parents’ wedding rings,” Yoongi chuckled. “She gave Jin hyung her engagement ring, the one on Nara’s finger…” he continued, as if telling you the most normal thing in the world, without knowing its possible effect on you. How could he stay calm like this?
“These… these are beautiful, babe,” your hands started to get all clammy, you wish you could just wipe them off your pajamas, but that means possibly dropping the rings. Yoongi must have sensed your anxiety because he quickly covered your hands with his, supporting the box.
“Marry me, Yn…” his tone is almost a whisper, eyes seeking yours at the same time. The sincerity of his words gleamed in his eyes and you were so overwhelmed with emotions that yours started welling up. Yoongi let out a light chuckle before reaching out to wipe the tears that started streaming down your face. “I love you, you know that right?”
You nodded, still couldn’t believe that you’re being proposed to, sitting on a bathroom sink, in your most unflattering pajamas, yoongi’s old oversized shirt, and a bedhead.
“Marry me, Yn…” Yoongi repeated. “Today. Let’s get married today. Forget all your plans and let’s get married today.”
“Babe?” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh through your tears. “Are you serious? We’re not prepared, I need a dress, I–”
“I have a white suit. Do you have a white dress?”
“I do, yes, but I–”
“Any white dress, or whatever, wear whatever you want. It’s not important,” Yoongi nuzzled his nose against yours. “Just marry me today, hmn?” Yoongi wiped the last of your tears off your cheeks. “I love you so much, I couldn’t imagine myself living through another day without having you close to me.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I prepared a whole fucking speech for this, something along the lines of you bringing color into my life in the form of those little sticky notes we used to stick to each other’s doors, but it isn’t me.” His shoulders shook as he silently laughed, “You’d probably end up not taking me seriously if I said all that, too… but that’s the thing I love most about you, Yn. You just… get me.”
You smiled up at him fully understanding what he meant, because you felt the same way about him too. He just gets you… and you could no longer imagine your life without him by your side. You rested your forehead against his, your hands still wrapped around the delicate box, “Is this why you said you’re planning to ruin all my plans today?”
“Is that a ‘Yes, I will marry you today?’”
You giggled at your boyfriend’s persistence before planting a soft peck on his cheek. “Yes, Min Yoongi. Yes, I will marry you today.”
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Can we stay like this forever?
White dress or whatever.
I keep dreamin' there's a somewhere
Where we grow old together.
In a van or in a mansion,
Raining but we're dancing.
There's a billion people out there,
I can't believe the chances.
(It's You, MAX ft. keshi)
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A/N: Happy Birthday, Yoongi! ♥ Everyone, I hope you enjoy this little drabble. Were you all expecting the ending? ☺ ALSO... let me know if you wanna see more from this couple. They definitely hold a special place in my heart.
#bangtansmauyeondan#midnight’s minuet yoongi#midnight’s minuet#yoongi fic#bts yoongi x reader#yoongi x reader#bts fanfic#bts yoongi fic#Spotify
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listening to minuet in hell. you guys weren’t lying when you said the audios were edgy. blimey what were they on in the wilderness years… charley keeps getting sexually harassed ???? there are mentions of orgies? lobotomies? devil worship? atrocious american accents? appreciate the antipsych message at hand but i’m not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be set in, why the brigadier is even there or, truth be told, what actually is going on. at all. which is fitting considering neither of the protagonists know who where or why they are (the usual) . sitting here meanwhile making earrings. The Horrors
#bored of the tv show back on my eight bullshit. the stones of venice was mid#before this i listened to the chimes of midnight out of context on christmas and scherzo out of context because people told me it was#like a better version of wild blue yonder. and i agree but i’ve gone back now because apparently there’s a series arc and everything that i#missed? lmao#also why are there SO MANY 8 audios. they’re so long too. TWO HOURS??#jamie catches up#<- back with the tag#dw#doctor who#eighth doctor#eight#minuet in hell#jamie.txt#charley pollard
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oh my god i can access a WHOLE BUNCH of audio dramas via hoopla
#ari opinion hour#doctor who#STORM WARNING? CHIMES OF MIDNIGHT? SEASONS OF FEAR? NEVERLAND? MINUET IN HELL? DR WHO & THE PIRATES? ZAGREUS? SPARE PARTS? THIS IS BEAUTIFU#god i love the library
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Tenth Melodiverse WIP update #1:
After some consideration... I've fallen in love with the title Minuet of Monsters for this, so that's what it shall be!
Welcome our dearest friend, A Minuet Of Monsters to that which is my WIP museum!!
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I'm getting in the festive spirit tonight
#Best dw Christmas special#i tried to do a relisten thru to this#listened to storm warning and sword of orion#skipped stones of venice because i rememebered it being insuffrable#listened to minuet in hell and cringed the whole way thru#and then only listened to two tracks of invaders from mars before i had to dip#im a bad dw fan#chimes of midnight#big finish#doctor who
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happy new year !
i have no plans or goals for the new year so expect little .
#midnight was twenty minuets ago so i'm a little late but its fine#i did start therapy yesterday so maybe my new year will be better
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Not So Secret Santa
javier peña x fem!reader
this is a part of the @pedrostories gift exchange!!
summary : you get the only person you didn't want for your offices secret santa.
warnings/tags : 18+ mdni, enemies/friends to lovers, canon divergence, steve is your boss/close friend, reader and javier have a complicated relationship, reader is insecure, brief mentions of alcohol, porn with plot, smut, light angst, javier and reader fight physically but it's very light with no actual injury, masturbation, semi-public sex, p in v, idk how to properly tag this but javi likes boobs in this so he touches boobs, unprotected sex (don't do this, wrap it this holiday season), use of a makeshift gag, rough yet very loving sex because it's christmas and christmas magic means i can write what i want.
tldr : you and javi have sex in his office and you put his tie in his mouth to shut him up.
word count : 4.4k
✦ : merry christmas @taro-666 !!! i'm your secret santa !!! i hope you're well this holiday season and i hope you enjoy this fic !! i haven't written much peña, despite how much i love him so i hope i did him justice and i hope you have a wonderful holiday <3 <3 (also sorry this is a little late (20 minuetes left before midnight so we're good). i was out with family all day and was only just now able to get to my laptop, i promise i didn't forget about you lmao)
no use of y/n, reader has hair and painted nails & javier sort of half picks her up at one point, nothing else is described besides clothing.
lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics
“Please, Steve, I’ll give you a week's pay.” You lean across his desk, genuine desperation in your voice after an hour of begging.
“Not gonna happen.” He doesn’t even bother looking up from his computer.
“A month.” Your voice is starting to pitch up, something similar to anguish in your tone. Your offer finally gets a reaction out of him as his eyes widen, head tilting up.
“Jesus, you can’t be serious.” He’s examining your expression, trying to determine the sincerity of your claim.
“My entire Christmas bonus.”
“Okay, stop.” He sighs, giving you a sympathetic look. “We’re not allowed to switch.”
“When did you become such a stickler for the rules?” You cross your arms in front of your chest.
“It’s just a secret Santa. He’s our friend, whether you like it or not, you two are close and this shouldn’t be this big of a deal, now go, please, I need to finish up here so I can leave at a reasonable hour.” He loosens his tie as you sigh.
“It’s not just a secret Santa, Steve. It’s an opportunity for him to tell me that I once again didn’t do something right. No matter what I get him, it isn’t going to be good enough.” Even as you’re saying it you can see that he isn’t going to change his mind about this.
“He’s a dick to everybody. That’s inevitable, it just means he’s comfortable with you.” He’s already turning back to his work.
“Please, Steve.”
“No.”
You glare down at him, giving him your angriest look as his gaze tilts back up to meet yours.
When it’s clear that he isn’t going to switch you turn and leave, slamming his office door in the process.
“Don’t forget, I need you here early to help set up for the party!” His muffled voice seeps out into the hall as you walk away.
Once you’re out in your car and far away from prying eyes you unfold the damned slip of paper you’d drawn earlier today.
Javier P.
Of course, you got stuck with fucking Peña, a nickname you’d given him a few months ago. He absolutely hates it but the entire time you’ve worked for the DEA he’s gone out of his way to bother you. Sure, he’s your “friend”, in a strange, complicated way. But he still drives you up the wall with his constant need to one up you and the way he’s constantly making passes at women around the office.
And it’s not like you have any problems with him sleeping around, lord knows you’ve had a fair amount of one night stands, but he just has to hit on every woman you work with.
Every single woman, except you.
You’d never admit it of course but a part of you will always be self conscious about that fact. It doesn’t help that Javier absolutely adores bothering you at every possible moment. He loves nothing more than to pester, annoy, and mock you, spending nearly half his day leaning over your desk despite the million complaints you’ve sent Steve about his persistent partner.
He’ll sit on your desk, doing an endless amount of things to cause you distress. Like crowding you with his cigarette smell and vanilla cologne as he tells you you’re filling papers wrong, or telling you what colors to paint your nails, or solving your cases before you can even get to them, or teasing you about your shitty car. Today he wouldn’t stop bothering you about your weekend plans like he doesn’t already know exactly where you’ll be.
“Are you doing anything this weekend?” He’d asked with that devastating smirk and eyebrow raise combo.
“I have to go buy my secret Santa gift, just like everyone else.” You’d turned away, avoiding eye contact as he scoffed.
“What about Saturday?” He continued to pry, you wanted nothing more than to shove his perfect ass off your desk.
“The Christmas party, Javi. Just like everyone else.” You had sighed, squeezing the bridge of your nose as Emilia had walked past your desk. Javier immediately forgot your entire conversation as he turned to her.
“I love your nails.” He’d pushed his hair out of his face, holding his hand out to take hers, getting a closer look at the well manicured designs.
You had tuned out after that. Not wanting to be involved in the exchange as you went back to typing. Acutely aware of your own nails.
Red chipped paint.
You couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like to be the object of his affection.
It wouldn’t matter if he did hit on you, you would probably reject him anyway.
Probably.
It doesn’t matter, it’s never gonna happen so why let it bother you?
With a sigh you toss the paper into your cup holder, reaching to turn on the radio, maybe some Christmas music will make you feel better. Of course nothing happens as you turn up the volume knob but it makes you want to scream regardless.
Stupid fucking Peña.
Stupid broken radio, stupid shitty car.
“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath as you shift into drive.
Before you know it you’re back in your car in the DEA office parking lot, this time a few things are different though.
You’re dressed nicer, trading your slacks in for a skirt and your dress shirt for a sweater. And of course you now have a small wrapped box in your lap.
Since you had yesterday off for the holiday you spent your Friday at the mall, searching for a gift for Javier. Eventually you had settled on three little things; Nicotine gum, mostly because you’ll get more work done if he isn’t constantly dragging you outside for his smoke breaks. He complains too much about going alone and it’s always been easier not to argue, now he can stay at your desk with his gum. Beard oil, the fancy stuff he always insists on using in his mustache. You’d bought him the wrong kind last year for his birthday and you still haven’t heard the end of it. And a lighter, you had to beg the shop owner to make an exception and do a same day engraving of his birthday.
Jesus.
You know way too much about him.
You arrived two hours early as requested by Steve to help him set up. With the wrapped box tucked under your arm you anxiously tap the patterned wrapping paper with your freshly manicured nails.
“You should paint your nails green, I love green.” He had said through a drag of his cigarette.
Why did you let that idiot's opinions influence this decision? You feel foolish. The green chrome polish shimmering in the street lights in the parking lot as you step into the building. You had extra time while you were waiting for the engraving and you just couldn’t help yourself when the salon was just a few stores away. The image of Javier holding your hand and examining your painted nails while telling you how nice they looked was just too tempting. Maybe he’d even ask if you did it just for him, and you could drag him into a closet at the party, the exact situation you watched unfold last year. Except in that scenario you weren’t the lucky lady he’d run off with that night.
There’s no time to be thinking like that.
You shake off whatever filth you were imagining as you look around the hectic mess of garland and glitter.
Steve is already stressing, setting up tables as you set your gift under the tree before getting to work. The office is already mostly decorated but with his new position as supervisor Steve is insistent that everything be perfect his first Christmas in charge. So you plate food, and you mix drinks exactly as he wants them, and you hold the ladder steady when he insists on putting more lights up. When you’ve got about a half an hour before guests start arriving you’re finishing up and last minute touches, the two of you crowded around a drink tower.
The tension from your conversation yesterday seems to have fizzled out as you become engrossed in your work, when you’ve both finished he gives you an appreciative look.
“Thank you, seriously, it means a lot.” You help him adjust his tie as he straightens out his shirt.
“Anytime, although I’m surprised you didn’t just ask Javier.” You pat his shoulder as you finish, brushing a stray blonde hair out of his eyes.
He laughs, a nervous chuckle that makes you raise an eyebrow but when you open your mouth to comment on it he lets out a relieved sigh as the first of your coworkers arrive.
More people show up than you could have expected.
You stay near Steve for most of the beginning until he gets dragged away by one of the higher ups who had made an appearance, leaving you alone to sip your drink against the back wall. You hum along to a Christmas song that plays loud enough to drown out any conversation you might eavesdrop on to entertain yourself in his absence, your eyes scan the crowds as you try to match up the people you work with with their spouses.
You’re getting ready to find another group to talk to when you catch a glimpse of him standing against the opposite wall, talking to Bonnie, the woman who works in the cubicle next to yours.
Fucking Peña. Dressed in a stupidly tight green dress shirt.
You should leave them alone, especially if he’s trying to make a move on her. But you can’t help it as you make your way around the room towards them, a vague sense of jealousy settling in your stomach.
String lights twinkle across the ceiling of the office, creating a warm ambience throughout the space, just as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder you overhear their conversation.
“I had to beg Steve to switch with me, took an hour of convincing and a week's paycheck but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.” His back is to you as he leans in closer to Bonnie.
He’s probably talking about one of the other women from the office. Steve probably had someone Javier was trying to impress and that’s why Steve didn’t want to trade with you, he had already promised his pick to Javier.
Whatever, you can’t be too bothered about that. It does make you want to return to your spot on the other side of the room but you don’t get the chance to as the music is turned down rather suddenly.
One of the secretaries, Benjamin, stands on a chair, making an announcement that it’s time to do the secret Santa. You manage to twist through the crowds so Javier never sees you, finding his gift and bringing it to where he now stands, simultaneously keeping an eye out for your own gift.
You hand him the box, watching the way his face lights up.
“You picked me?” He grins as you nod, carefully peeling back the wrapping paper as you feel a tap on your shoulder. Benjamin waits behind you, leaning in to whisper while you watch Javier open his gift.
“It was short notice so we didn’t have time to get you a back up gift but your secret Santa told us at the last minute that he forgot to get you something, he promised to bring in something after New Years, I’m so sorry.” You feel a little disappointed as he murmurs but it isn’t that big of a deal, it’s a busy time of year and people can forget things.
“No worries, do you know who it was? I’d like to at least tell them it’s fine.” You turn away from Javier as he smiles at the nicotine gum, Benjamin's eyes flicker from your face to Javier’s before he gives you a sympathetic look, walking away.
Javier traded for your name?
As your head tilts to look at him now you can see the smirk he’s now sporting.
“ …but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.”
Javier had made a conscious effort to get your name just so he could not get you something.
Huh.
That doesn’t feel great. The look he gets to see on your face is betrayal and then just sadness. You don’t really care what the reason for his decision is, you turn and walk away from him regardless. If he tries to say something to you it’s drowned out by the music that starts once again.
Why are you so upset over some stupid joke? If it had been anyone else you wouldn’t have cared, you’d have brushed it off as a harmless accident but this wasn’t an accident.
Maybe he didn’t really think of you as a friend.
Maybe all of the teasing and one-upmanship really was from a place of animosity and you were just too blind and too infatuated to see it. You want to cry but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction so you sift through the bowl of keys, searching for the Star Wars keychain attached to your lanyard but you can’t find it. The combination of the blaring Christmas songs with the frustration you’re currently feeling only makes you more emotional.
You don’t want to go to the bathrooms where you might run into someone and you can’t go to Steve’s office because he might be talking to his supervisor, so you go to the only place you know there won’t be people.
Javier’s office.
You walk as quickly as you can, slipping inside as you slam the door shut behind you, clicking the lock in place before turning around, resting against the door as you feel tears spilling from your eyes. It isn’t until he clears his throat that your head snaps up.
Today is just not your day.
Did he know you’d come here? How the hell did he beat you here? He’s fidgeting with the lighter you bought him, watching it light and go out as he sits with your keys in his other hand.
Your face feels hot as you take in the sight of him.
“Give me my keys.” You hold your hand out, wiping your eyes with the other as you wait. Of course he doesn’t hand them over, that would be too easy and today is insisting on being difficult.
“I really liked your gift. Seriously, this is… outrageously thoughtful.” He murmurs, seemingly unaware of your mood until he takes a closer look at you, his expression shifting as he realizes your eyes are rimmed with red. “Why are you so upset? What happened?” He slides open a drawer, tossing your keys into his desk while you consider calling a cab.
What a foolish question.
How could he possibly not know?
“I want to leave, I’m sick of this party.” You turn to leave, maybe Steve can drive you home.
“Come on, the parties barely started.” He’s on his feet, he doesn’t try to corner you, if anything he sets himself against the wall.
“And I want to leave.” When you reach for the doorknob he grabs your wrist, holding it as he stares at you, a look of impatience crosses his face.
“Don’t tell me you’re mad about the secret Santa.” His brows furrow.
“This isn’t about a stupid secret Santa.”
“It sure seems like it is.” He’s still holding your wrist, why is he still holding your wrist?
This isn’t about the secret Santa. It’s a lot more than that, and after ages of keeping your thoughts to yourself in front of him you just let it out.
“This is about the fact that you don’t even care about me enough to make any sort of effort. I know you deliberately chose me, you specifically chose to do this to me and I don’t care that it’s just a stupid prank. It still- It’s still a shitty thing to do.” Your voice starts cracking half way through and you can feel your eyes welling up again but it doesn’t matter anymore, you were wrong, the two of you aren’t friends.
“So this is about the secret Santa.”
Of course he wouldn’t get it.
“You’re an idiot.” You finally pull your wrist from him.
You aren’t sure what else to do so you shove him, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud as you push past him to get to his desk, hoping to grab your keys but he catches your waist first.
“Can you stop being so stubborn for five seconds and just let me explain myself?” You can tell his patience is wearing thin, his voice is strained as he pulls you back against him, caging you against his chest with his arms.
“Fuck Javi- let me go-” You try to kick his knees but he anticipates it, shifting his legs to avoid you.
“Just wait- listen to me.” He swings you around a bit as he tries to still you, you can feel his breath hitching, the buttons of his shirt digging into your back. The two of you thrash around for another moment until you freeze, feeling something poking your hip. When he realizes why you stopped putting up a fight he lets you go in an instant. “Shit- I-I’m sorry.” He stammers as you turn around towards him, eyes wide.
You never thought you’d see Javier Peña flustered yet here he is. When you take a step back his cheeks are burning red, his fingers twitch nervously at his side, and as much as you try to ignore it, his pants are tighter than usual. (And considering how tight they usually are this is quite a feat.) He won’t look you in the eye.
“It- It’s fine, Javi.” You adjust the hem of your skirt, trying to fix your hair. You just can’t catch a break today. “It was an accident, there was a lot of- of friction and it happens. I think I should just go.” You stutter a bit trying to find the right words. This entire evening has been catastrophic, and you’re more than ready to call it a night.
“It’s not an accident.” He mumbles, finally looking at you, not bothering with subtlety as he adjusts himself. “You should probably go.”
If it’s not an accident you don’t want to go.
You want to stay and keep making accidents, starting with rushing forward into him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. Which is exactly what you do. At first he doesn’t react and you worry you read the situation wrong but when you pull away, just an inch, his hands envelop you.
Hips, waist, back, shoulders, hair. He’s everywhere, all consuming as his teeth graze your lips, in an instant your backside hits his desk.
When he finally does remove his lips from yours his are slick and a tiny bit swollen, his pupils swallow his irises whole.
“I loved your gift, I wasn’t joking, it’s perfect and the last thing I want is for you to think that I don’t care about you. Of course we’re friends, you-” As he rambles on you ball up the end of his tie, unceremoniously shoving it between his teeth.
“Talk later, this now.” You grab the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up over your head, watching his jaw tense at the sight of your chest, his hands playing with the strap of your bra as you hop up onto his desk. Hiking your skirt up, he slots himself between your legs, your own fingers push your panties to the side as he reaches behind you, easily twisting the clasp of your bra to release it, tossing it to the side as his enormous palms engulf your breasts.
You dip your fingers into the wetness between your legs, briefly taking a moment to wonder how you found yourself here. Just moments ago you were ready to leave and consider your friendship with Javier over, yet now you’re spread out on his desk, on display for him as you sink your fingers into your eager cunt.
You don’t get to linger on the thought for long because he groans into the fabric of his tie and you’re pulled back into the moment.
Jesus you’re soaked.
You have no trouble pushing two slick digits into yourself. You can feel the outline of him against your thigh and you know that you need to warm yourself up to take him. He’s too engrossed in your tits to do it right now and you’ve waited too long for this, you don’t want to wait, you just want to have him.
He’s tender at first, squeezing and softly tracing the outline of your areola until he seemingly can’t control himself any longer and he pinches, rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as your whine. Back arching of the oak of his desk as you curl your own fingers. Even through the tie his moans are still somehow louder than yours, you’re briefly worried about someone hearing as you let out a whimper while he tweaks your nipple but the music’s so loud at the party you can hear Mariah Carey from here.
You don’t stop for a second, putting your focus on reaching the peak that you find yourself already getting startlingly close to. You can feel yourself pulsing as you pick up the pace, reveling in the way his eyes devour the very sight of you. You’re agonizingly close when he grabs your wrist, removing your fingers carefully as you try and resist, wanting to finish what you started, you’re about to whine when he begins unzipping his pants. You can feel your pussy clenching at the very sight of him, of course he isn’t wearing any underwear under his dress pants so the second his zipper is fully down his cock springs free.
Javier fucking Peña has a gorgeous cock.
Standing stiff and proud without either one of you even having to touch it. Pretty and pink on the tip, already leaking down the shaft. And heavy, as he takes it in his hand, his other hand gripping your waist as lines himself at your entrance. He takes a moment, eyes scanning your face, silently asking for permission.
You can’t nod fast enough but the second that you do he slides into you.
You could never conjure up something this good in your fantasies. The way he fills you, stretching you open as he whimpers into the fabric of his tie, you like that he listened, that he kept it in his mouth this long. His strokes are needy and fast, like he’s been waiting for this for so long and now he can’t help but be ravenous. You were already painfully close before he filled you with his perfect cock, it takes only a few minutes for you to be right back there. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you’re certain he’ll leave marks as he slams in and out of you, pulling out almost entirely with every thrust.
You’re vaguely aware of the sound of his trinkets rolling off his desk and onto the floor.
“Javi, Javi, Javi.” Between gasps you chant his name, the sound encouraging him as he pushes in deep, his pelvis grinding against your clit until you see stars. Your cunt clenching around him as your orgasm is ripped out of you. Messy and loud and blurry, he fucks you through it. You’re so blissed out you can barely focus on the persistent pounding into you until you manage to come back to your senses and his hands leave your waist, instead intertwining with your fingers as his hips twitch forward and you feel him hastily pull out of you.
He spits his tie out, opting to instead bite your shoulder as he comes, the groan that leaves his throat is obscene. Raspy and filthy as he collapses down on top of you, the two of you sweating and gasping amongst the paperwork and pens now scattered across his desk.
Did that really just happen?
He manages to collect himself first, leaning back and tucking himself into his pants before quickly tending to you. He grabs a few tissues, wiping your stomach where the product of your activities lay, before redressing you, slipping the flats that had slipped off, back onto your feet, pulling your skirt back down to cover you as he slides your panties back into place, and retrieving your bra and sweater, lifting you into a sitting position as he redresses you, kissing your cheeks, nose, and forehead the entire time.
“All good?” He whispers, gentler than you’ve ever heard him as you nod, grinning.
“Good enough to make me forgive you for not getting me a present.” You reach into his drawer, grabbing your keys before sliding off of his desk.
“Maybe this was your present.” He tilts his head, kissing you again, smiling all the while.
“That was the perfect gift then.” Probably the best you’ve ever gotten.
“Are you gonna stay for the rest of the party?” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles into your skin.
“I think I need to go to bed after that.” You laugh as you jingle your keys, turning towards the door as he catches your lips in another kiss.
It makes your heart flutter. The continued affection makes you think this isn’t a one time thing. You want more. You want conversations about feelings, and to talk about what just happened, you want to feel him inside you again, and the look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to get all of that. But right now you’re tired, so the rest can wait.
“Can I walk you to your car?” You nod as he murmurs.
He doesn’t let go of your hand, walking you out of the building towards your car, opening the door for you and giving you one last kiss with a promise that he’d call you tomorrow, before you watched him walk back into the building.
Your phone buzzes as you turn your key in the ignition, the sound of Wham! fills the car, Last Christmas playing softly. You take your phone out of your pocket, checking the text notification from Javier.
[ i forgot to tell you how pretty your nails are. merry christmas hermosa ]
Your head turns up in surprise as you realize your radio is working. A new radio system is installed in the center of your dashboard, with a little green bow taped to the top, and a paper tag with Javi’s familiar messy handwriting.
from : your secret fucking santa
a/n : happy holidays everyone!!
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Happy New Year, Mr. Miller
DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader
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Summary: It's almost midnight, and you aren't sure you're getting a new years kiss. Joel is a little preoccupied with your mouth.
Warnings: Throat fucking, blowjob while on the phone with your father, cumming in mouth, cum swapping, gagging. Reader attempts to move away from his dick, not because she doesn't want it but she assumes he wants her to stop, but Joel pushes her head backdown. Reader and Joel have an establish system for checking in and whats okay and what isn't. If reader wanted to stop, she could let Joel know and he'd stop. Reader's dad hears her gag on Joel but doesn't know Joel is getting a bj
Immersbility: Reader is fem, has grabable hair longenough to put in pigtails.
A/N THATS IT! DBF Holiday Joel is a series now. Have fun. Previous part here with Tommy
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After Joel shared you with his brother, you are surprised and relieved to find him acting normal around you. Sure, sometimes you'd see him wink after you and Joel interacted nonchallantly at a family event, all of you keeping the secret of your relationship with your dads best friend. Luckily, it didn't seem that Tommy had any expectation of having you again. You would love to be shared, Tommy fuck well, the 'uncle Tommy' bit was hot, and Tommy was beautiful to look at... but you didn't want to just be something the Miller brothers used.
Unfortunately for you, you're little trysts with Joel were developing into real feelings.
"You're gonna kiss me at midnight, right?" You asked Joel, on your knees in Tommy's spare bedroom. Joel had not so subtly carted you off into privacy 5 minuets before midnight at Tommy's New Years Eve party. Being here was a little risky, but Tommy promised no one your dad new would be here.
Joel loved the way you looked on your knees for him, pretty eyes looking up as you jerked him off. "Now baby, is that any way to speak to me?" He chided you.
You frown, a little disappointed in yourself. "Sorry, daddy."
Taking his cock in his hand, Joel guided your mouth to his length. "Better make it up to me, only got a few minuets before midnight, and if you're gonna have your mouth free, you're gonna need to hurry."
He was so frustrating sometimes, but you were a good girl and you would do what you were told. You went to work, taking him down your throat slowly before picking up speed. Gagging a bit, you let the drool drip down your chin. Joel liked it messy.
If you weren't acutely aware that Joel was twice your age, you were when he got a phone call, with his ringer on, and it played that old country default ringer Walmart phones come with. Absolutely insane. Your blood runs cold when Joel answers, he fucking answers the phone with your mouth around his cock. And greets your dad.
Assuming Joel wants you to stop, you begin to pull yourself away but a large hand goes to the back of your head between your pigtails into your hair and thrusts you down, making you gag up saliva.
You can hear your dad over the phone asking if he's okay. Fuck, he heard you.
"Yeah I'm good, just a bit of a cold. Got all that mucus."
2 minuets to midnight. Joel's not going to kiss you, and he's gonna ring in the new year with his dick in your mouth on the phone with your dad. Great.
Desperate to please, desperate to make him cum, you move quicker, hands moving to his heavy balls hoping to speed up the process. It seemed to work. The clock just hit 11:59 when Joel announces. "Well, happy new year, see yuh next week!" And when your dad hangs up, Joel throws the phone at the couch, gripping both of your half-up pigtails
"Teasing little slut." He grunts, taking control of the pace. 30 seconds left, and Joel fucking your throat, snapping his hips into your mouth as you continue to play with his balls. "Couldn't even wait a few minuets to suck on your daddy?"
10
Drool dribbles down your face, Joels public hair thrust up against your nose.
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"You wore this hair just because you wanted daddy to control you, didn't you?"
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You did, he was right.
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"Fucking drink it up, drink daddy's milk, make daddy proud"
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Joel's cock flooded your mouth, overflowing you. As he continued to thrust, his cum spilled out around the corners of your mouth.
5
"Little baby needs a bib, doesn't she?"
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Joel pulls out, allowing you to finally breath, feeling dizzy from excitment.
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Maybe if he didn't kiss you, he'd at least make it up to you by making you cum multiple times
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Joel swoops down, taking your chin in his hands tightly, making it known who you belong to.
1!
His lips on yours, hungrily devouring you whole. With his tongue claiming you, Joel was not deterred by the taste of his cum in your mouth, in fact he early lapped it up, exploring the corners of you and licking up every drop. You, however, were preoccupied. You loved the feeling of your daddy's mouth on yours his soft lips, warm his, strong and dominating presence. You didn't have to worry about a thing when he was around, it was just a shame it wasn't all that often.
When he finaly pulled away, fireworks from the window illuminating his brown skin making Joel look downright angelic. "Happy New Year, baby girl."
You nuzzle up against his cheek. "Happy new year, Mr. Miller."
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Up next, Valentines day!
Or should I do something for presidents day XD
EDIT. Embarrassing. Realized Presidents’ Day is after Valentine’s Day. Rip. Keeping it up bc that’s a funny thing for me to forget
Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR YALL!!!
I adore you!
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That's some plant. 2~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader
OKAY LETS GO SIMPS.
Warnings: SMUT, High sex, use of substance, ownership kink, dom/sub dynamic, daddy quaritch. (Its gone midnight for me, so this has not been edited)
Okay so when you wake up! He's all smirky.
"Some flower huh?" You blush at the position your in, legs tabled and hand on his bare chest.
"You know you aren't really supposed to eat those raw? that's a really high dose" "No shit" He snorts shaking his head in laughter. "So how do we take it?" "The Na'vi make tea" "Wanna get high?" He has the BIGGEST shit eating grin. He had so many urges and he was just too fogged up due to the plant, he wasn't even able to explain it to you.
Since it was a high dose he just couldn't function which is a good thing cus he totally wanted to fuck you.
So you go over to your cabinet of medical supplies. Find some dried samples of the plant. Putting them in a tea strainer you don't even look at him, you knew what he was thinking. You are just a small shy bean and just need him to take the first step.
You wait patiently for the tea to brew, fiddling with your hands. "so uh the mix is just as potent, just a lower dose" "that's alright by me sweetheart, just wanna see you act as stupid as i did last night" You knew that there was more hidden behind his smirk, by the way he acted last night you're relationship wasn't strictly professional.
When the tea was done you poured it into two cups, and handed him one. "It'll take a minuet to kick in" You blushed as his fingers brushed against your hand. "is all good sweetheart"
OKAy so when it kicks in you get the giggles, Miles is looking around for whatever is so funny. Points to himself and gets all sad and pouty. "why ya laughing at me" He crosses his arms over his still bare chest. "I'm not! I'm so sorry!" You scramble over to him sitting on his lap poking at his chest.
His tail starts thumping on the soft mattress below you both, eyes wide looking up at you. He reaches one of his hands to cup your face, your own tail starts swaying slowly anticipation building in your stomach.
"You are so pretty-" "Thanks you too" He smiles at you and leans his head against the wall behind him, "do you ever think about how weird it is that we glow in the dark" "Oh my gosh! yes! It's so odd" You jump off of him and run to the light switch, throwing the room into darkness. You attempt to walk in a straight line but cannot, causing you to laugh and bend over and place your hands on your knees.
It takes a minuet but you use the bioluminescent freckles dotting Miles chest and arms, to find your way back to the bed his face being the most visible feature to follow. When you climb onto the bed not on his lap this time miles grabs you're hips and pulls you on top of him.
"I want to kiss you so bad, is that okay?" his breath was heavy you could ld see his tongue coming out to brush against your lips. You nod giving him permission. He leans up and places a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your neck. You begin to purr the feeling of his lips sending electricity to your core.
He leaves more kisses and then starts rubbing his cheek and head against your own, craving the feeling of your skin on his. You involuntarily start grinding down on him and he looses his damn mind.
Rutting up into you're clothed core. Moaning and whining. "Ya so pretty, so good to me" He runs the tips of his fingers down your arms and you cant handle it anymore you need his hands everywhere.
You pull your shirt off your heaving chest and pull your shorts off your long legs. More freckles that cover your body becoming visible to the marine who was no palming himself through his sweatpants.
It was like a road map to him. he wanted to trace every spot and freckle with his mouth.
AND THAT HE DID
He makes you lay down, you wanted to grind on him some more. He leaves a trail of kisses starting at the nape of your neck all the way down to the line of your panties. here he looked up at you unable to see your expressions clearly he needed you to talk.
"I want to touch you, I need to taste you" You simply nodded running your hands over his head clumsily
He rips off your underwear, try and convince me otherwise I dare you.
So he is so sloppy and lazy with giving you head, he takes his time trying to make sure he is making you feel good but due to you both being high as a kite the shared expressions was incredible. All the different senses that are heighted by the plant allowing you to orgasm twice, and you taste like the best meal he has ever had due to the plant.
When he is satisfied that he has eaten you out well enough. He steps off the bed and kicks off the sweat pants, the spots and freckles extended down to his throbbing erection so even in the dark you could see how much he is going to stretch you. He climbs back onto the bed clumsy and laughing to himself a deep rumbling purr growing in his chest as he licks and sucks the skin leading up to your lips.
The first time he kisses you on the mouth is so passionate, it is deep and takes your breath away. You hold onto him hands fidgeting in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. The feeling intoxicating, causing you to grind up against him. Bare skin of your core leaving traces of your arousal against him.
The GrOWls PLEASE
He takes your writs in one hand and holds onto his cock with the other guiding it to your entrance. He pushes the head inside you leaning down to kiss you, swallowing the moans that leave your mouth as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.
The mewls and whines that leave your mouth make him loose his mind. The plant has intensified every sensation up by ten so the feeling of your walls fluttering around him was almost to much. Him even still inside you was too much and you had to fight back the urge to thrust upwards.
"Please, daddy, Please I need you to fuck me" He leans his head in the nape of your neck and starts moving his hips slowly. "Feel so good for me, my pretty lil thing" Your head is pushing hard against the pillow at the pleasure he is giving you.
Then You start getting real close. "Please I'm so close" He starts snapping his hips into yours at a rapid harsh pace. "Ya gonna cum on my cock? huh ya gonna scream for daddy?" You nod whining at the new pace mixed with the plant still in your situation leaving you unable to talk. "Common who's you're daddy? Who ya belong too Princess?" He removed his hands from your wrist's and starts holding onto your hips.
It's too much you can barely respond to his words before you clamp down spasming underneath him. a strangled "Fuuuck Daddy" fell from your lips followed by incoherent cries. Miles followed close behind you. Pulling out and cumming on your stomach. it only took him a few seconds to try and find a cloth of tissue to clean you up.
He didn't even bother to turn on the lights before he climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket over the both of you. Kissing the side of your head. Both of you purring intensely.
"You were right, that is some flower" You giggled before falling asleep in his arms again.
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
ROUND 2 MASTERPOST
synopses and propaganda under the cut
The Chimes of Midnight
Synopsis
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring...
But something must be stirring. Something hidden in the shadows. Something which kills the servants of an old Edwardian mansion in the most brutal and macabre manner possible. Exactly on the chiming of the hour, every hour, as the grandfather clock ticks on towards midnight.
Trapped and afraid, the Doctor and Charley are forced to play detective to murders with no motive, where the victims don't stay dead. Time is running out.
And time itself might well be the killer...
Propaganda
"Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without one of Mrs. Baddeley's plum puddings." And Christmastime wouldn't be Christmastime if I don't re-listen to this audio story at least once each year. (@youremyonlyhope )
It just wouldn't be Christmas without it (anonymous)
Minuet in Hell
Synopsis
The twenty-first century has just begun, and Malebolgia is enjoying its status as the newest state in America. After his successful involvement with Scotland's devolution, Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart has been invited over to Malebolgia to offer some of his experiences and expertise.
There he encounters the charismatic Brigham Elisha Dashwood III, an evangelical statesman running for Governor who may not be quite as clean-cut and wholesome as he makes out. One of Dashwood's other roles in society is as patron of a new medical institute, concentrating on curing the ills of the human mind. One of the patients there interests the Brigadier — someone who claims he travels through space and time in something called a TARDIS.
Charley, however, has more than a few problems of her own. Amnesiac, she is working as a hostess at the local chapter of the Hell Fire Club, populated by local dignitaries who have summoned forth the demon Marchosias. And the leader of the Club? None other than Dashwood, who seems determined to achieve congressional power by the most malevolent means at his disposal...
Propaganda
this is objectively bad but i have also listened to it at least five times (october)
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hi, would you be able to help me? i need some big finish audio recs - i loved ringpullworld, and need more for an 8 hour car journey! turlough is my fave companion, and i really want to get into some of 8s stuff, but am up for anything!
eight hours!!! the ultimate Eight roadtrip. i would recommend his following individual episodes:
The Chimes of Midnight, Seasons of Fear, Neverland + Zagreus back to back, The Natural History of Fear, Caerdroia, Time Works, Human Resources, Orbis-
and i’m sure some cheeky bastards will say scherzo or minuet in hell, because they’re great, but they’re a bit intense to be trapped in a car with….. then again, if you run the zagreus double feature, know what you’re getting into.
i would also recommend these box sets!! each has a cohesive arc that spans four anthologies, each containing four audios (16 total), following the same general plot and characters:
Dark Eyes 1+2 will last you the whole trip, and you can listen to the rest on the way back. there’s lots of angst but it’s also very lovely at times, and molly is a very unique companion (Irish volunteer nurse from WWII, strong-willed and brave)
Doom Coalition 1+2 are also extremely good - it’s on the darker side of who but very well written, and liv and helen are WONDERFUL !!!!!
and SPEAKING of liv and helen, my favorite audios of all time might be from Stranded, which they grace our presence in. Stranded 1+2 are my TOP RECOMMENDATION - sorry for making you read the many tantalizing recommendations i put before this.
Stranded is very recent (2021ish) and has a very different tone from the older audios, in a good way. it’s in the title - eight is stuck on earth in this one with liv, helen, and the near-dead TARDIS, and he gets big-time cabin fever. his companions are adult women with fascinating backgrounds, and the people they encounter have incredible lives and secrets. it’s amazing. you agree. reblog.
anyways, i hope you have a super fun and chill drive!!! happy listening 🎵🎶🌄🚗☀️🕶️
#if you get to the chili powder scene - you’ll know the one - it’s maybe my favorite#ANYWAY no more spoilers#doctor who#eighth doctor#liv chenka#helen sinclair
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Sugar & Spice (A Midnight’s Minuet Bonus 3)
This is the third bonus chapter of the Midnight’s Minuet series. Please make sure to read the whole series and the other drabbles to have a better understanding on how two people who hated each other ended up here!
PS — today’s my birthday and I thought I would indulge in this Phuket Yoongi thing because really, it couldn’t have come at a better time. The moment I saw the vlog, I knew I had to make the honeymoon content happen!
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Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader
Genre: established relationship, fluff
Summary: After a spontaneous wedding, you and your husband spent a week meticulously planning the honeymoon trip of your dreams.
SERIES TAGLIST: @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592
PERMANENT TAGLIST: @jinsquishes @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111
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I hope you enjoyed this little bonus treat!
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JHS: Twisted Feelings
Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.
Genre: idol!jhope x fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series
Warning: none for this chapter!
A/N: I have been planning this for a few weeks and I’m so excited to share the first chapter with you all! I truly hope you enjoy this hoseok fic, i in no way on bts and this is purely a story of fiction! Please as always share your thoughts and leave a like if you enjoy! Thank you for reading my work and I hope you all have a beautiful day! I will take stabled and request/questions for this couple!
Ch.01 < Series Masterlist > Ch.02
As usual whenever the award season started you barely had any time to breathe, you would wake up at 4am and get home at midnight and that’s if you were lucky and had some help from the otherwise useless people you found yourself calling colleagues.
You had just sat down at your desk for the first time on your 8 hour shift when your attention was already being called away.
“I need the speeches subtitled within the next 30 minuets otherwise you’ll have to stay late today.” You turn towards your manager who was staring at you blankly, her demands confusing you.
“I sent them in last night, Min confirmed she rece..” Before you could even finish your sentence your manager had begun walking away, her attention refocused on something far less important.
You sighed as you leaned back in your chair, your mind wandering for a few precious moments. You hadn’t always wanted to work in this industry but when the opportunity presented it to yourself two years ago you was elated. It was your dream then, to be around high class people, with an exciting job, the opportunity to use your language degree for something other than journalism.
However. you soon realised it wasn’t all that it was made out to be.
You had lived in America for some years before, it was where you finished getting your English degree. Your mother had been ecstatic, her only daughter having such a high degree and studying abroad. Although, coming home, back to South Korea, it felt different.
You realised you wasn’t the same person you was before but out of fear of facing disappointment you continued translating, you still remember the way your parents faces lit up when you told them about being hired by a small tourist firm, you stayed there for six months but the company eventually went bankrupt.
You hated being jobless, the thought of having no income scared you, your parents assured you they would be able to help with your costs, they wasn’t rich but they was comfortable enough to make sure you didn’t starve but even so you denied and thankfully found another job in journalism.
You loved it, you mostly spent your days writing about the greatest things in South Korea, you had grown to love writing and eventually you got promoted, reporting on random K-pop groups, you would have been happy to stay at the publishing company but the pay wasn’t great and slowly your bills grew higher and higher, you know you’d had to find another job and that’s how you ended up here.
The great world of translating awards and TV shows.
A light thud hit the back of your chair, forcing your eyes awake. “Are you actually sleeping right now?”
You groaned at the sight of your best friend. “I’m resting okay Na-rae, Ji-sung has been on my back all day.”
“When isn’t she.” You watch as she sat beside you, spinning around in the desk chair as she spilled her daily gossip, you tried your best to focus but every day there was a new drama and slowly you became uninterested.
“So I heard there’s been a change to the line up.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
You laugh at the way her face moved. “Great so that means I’ll have to change the subtitles again.”
She rolls her eyes, offering you gum which you decline. “Are you not even interested in who it is?”
“Not really.” You admit, for you the glamour had worn off but you could see her excitement so you did what any good friend would do. “Tell me before you explode, you look like a tomato.”
“It’s BTS.” She screams in a hushed voice.
It takes you a second to digest the newest addition, you would be lying to say you wasn’t shocked, everyone know who they are, they are not just popular in South Korea the same way others are, they are global.
“Are you sure?” You ask a little cautious of the news.
She nods excitedly, “We had a call today from their manager confirming they would be attending, they sent in their speeches for you to translate them.”
She hands you a wad of paper, it’s much thinner than you’d think considering it was 7 people, and for 7 awards. “Wow, well I hope this doesn’t stop people working, you know how it gets anytime someone even remotely popular comes.”
“Do you remember when Ji-sung wanted to give Jin her number when she helped record that one interview?” You both giggled at the thought of your manager hounding a man who wasn’t interested.
You looked around before continuing to whisper. “You know she still talks about that right.”
Na-rae snorts “She says it was her chance at love.”
“More like Sugar Daddy” You comment, your laughter dying down as you listen to the daily announcements.
You’re surprised when you hear your name being called to the front desk. You said a quick goodbye to Rae before rushing down the stairs, not wanting to keep whoever it was waiting.
You look around the small waiting room but don’t see anyone, you walk back to the main desk, leaning over to get the receptionists attention. “Jae-ssi I was called down do you know anything about it?”
“In the first room, take this.” He hands you a folder and you give him a small bow before walking towards the room. None of your questions being answered.
You walk in and close the door behind you, turning to the few people waiting in the room. You pause momentarily as you recognise the faces in front of you but you remember your professionalism before quickly introducing yourself.
“Please sit. We’ve only come to discuss the performance, we was told you could be of help.” You nodded, he looked so much different in person.
“Im Kim Namjoon, this is Jung Hoseok and that’s our manager” He introduces himself and the others in the room although it wasn’t necessary, you bow to them all quickly before taking a seat.
“I’m not sure why I was asked to take this meeting, in all honesty I’m sure the technical team would be best.” You explain quickly flicking through the folder you had been handed.
You smile at both Namjoon and Hoseok, although the excitement of the job has lessened the fact that Grammy nominated artists were in the same room as you was still amazing.
“They said that you do the subtitles and we wanted to check and make sure our speech was received well.” Hoseok explained, his voice was smooth, much calmer than you had heard before, although that wasn’t uncommon with idols.
“Ah yes, I deal with translations here, I haven’t actually had a chance to review your speeches yet I only received them about 20 minuets ago.” You felt a little embarrassed, maybe they had expected you to be finished already.
They both nodded and their manager stepped up to explain. “The members would like to discuss the speeches with you directly, we wouldn’t want anything to be twisted or subtitled out of context.”
You didn’t need to be an idol to know that it was common for translators to edit the words of the artists. Usually to fit their narrative.
“I understand completely. I was nearly finished for the day but I’d be happy to talk with you about each acceptance, let me just step out and get my laptop.” You waited for their agreement before leaving the room, the last thing you wanted to do was appear as rude.
You didn’t waste any time in rushing back to your desk, grabbing your laptop and notepad before returning to the meeting room.
You quickly took your seat and set your laptop up, silently hoping someone would break the silence.
“Did you fly there.” Your hands paused as you looked up, Hoseok was smiling at you and you laughed at his attempt to make a joke.
You shook your head. “I wasn’t that fast.” You waved your hands and grabbed your pen ready to take notes.
“So what do we do?” Namjoon asked, his head turning towards his manager.
You would have thought they would have done this hundreds of times by now. “Well you tell me what you want to say, I write it down and ask for any clarification or explanations if I need any and then I’ll go off and translate it.” You explain before their manager can get a word out.
“Exactly. I’m Sejin.” You smile at their manager who name had a name.
You started taking notes of everything Namjoon and Hoseok said, you could tell they was speaking slowly and you wasn’t sure if it was to give you a chance to write or to make sure you didn’t misconstrue anything.
Either way you was grateful, usually idols would talk faster than you could even comprehend what they was saying. You only realised an hour had passed when your laptop alarm went off, informing you the staff meeting was about to start, thankfully you knew Ji-sung would kill you if you left members of bts to attend.
“Do you have to go?” Hoseok asked, his eyes looking towards the clock.
You shook your head following his gaze. “No, if anything I’m happy to be in here.”
“Yeah that’s normal.” Namjoon sighed earning a sharp look from their manager. You was taken back by his tone, you had silently began questioning if you had done something wrong but it was always best to just ignore things like that.
“So is there anything else you’d like to add to any of the speeches? Any captions you’d like?” You ask, your eyes scanning your notepad.
Your attention was drawn back to the men in front of you when you heard Namjoon cleaning his through “I’m sorry.” He apologised.
You shook your head giving him a soft smile. “It’s okay, I can imagine people are usually thrilled to be in a room with you.”
“Usually it’s that and then some.” He says in English, you can’t help but laugh at the sudden change in language.
“Well I promise that I’m more excited about going home than I am about being in this room.” You respond back to him in English.
“You know not all of us are fluent.” Hoseok sighs hitting Namjoons arm.
“I’m sorry Hoseok-ssi.” You apologise a little afraid you had upset the man.
Namjoon exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about him.”
You nodded at both of them before standing. “If that’s all then I guess I’ll be going. I wouldn’t want to hold up your day unnecessarily.”
“Well we are also here to do a soundcheck so I wouldn’t worry too much.” Hoseok explains and suddenly your worry dies down a little.
Namjoon holds the door open for you and you bow to him. “Thank you for giving this so much attention.”
You wave your hands at him. “It’s no problem, I’m happy to give you some peace of mind. If there’s anything else you need please let me know”
You watched as he looked around, his face confused. “You could show us to the stage, this is a new building and we are lost, the woman from before disappeared when she showed us the room.”
Of course, you was also now apart of a welcoming committee “It’s this way.” You pointed ahead of you and began walking, the idols close behind.
“So have you worked here long, it must be fun.” Hoseok asks, you could tell he was just trying to make small talk but you indulged him.
“It’s okay, good days and bad days just like everything.” You explain honestly.
He Hums at your response before asking his next question. “Don’t you get excited being around the idols all day?”
You didn’t have to think too long before responding. “At first it was fun but just like when you got a new toy as a child the excitement wears off, having to translate so many times because speeches get changed often becomes tiring. What about you, is the idol life really that great?”
You open the door and lead them down the entrance to the stage as Hoseok replies. “Good days and bad days just like everything.”
You raise your eyebrows at the way he used your earlier words but you give out and laugh at the way he was grinning.
“Well here you are.” You turn to Namjoon, Hoseok and Sejin as you opened the last door to the stage for them.
It was unusual for idols to come in and check their speeches or to practice on stage beforehand, you could see they cared for their jobs and that was refreshing to you.
“Thank you for all of your help.” Hoseok smiles at you, Namjoon and Sejin walking off, you guessed to find the other members, if they was recording they all had to be there.
“Its my Job.” You explain, not wanting him to feel like you took extra time to be with them.
He presses his lips together, a silence grows between you for a few moments before he responds. “Can I ask you something else?”
You give him a small smile. “Sure.”
“Was English hard for you to learn? I’ve been trying to learn for Army but it’s not going well, the teachers our management team get for us are always far too advanced.” He rubs his neck before adjusting his sweatshirt.
No one had ever asked you about your degree so his question was something you considered for a moment. “I think it’s more about the reason you want to learn, at the time my reason was strong, it was my passion and i wanted to use it for something good, I pushed myself to study every day. Exposure helps too. I’m sure your fans love you wether or not you know English.” You give him some reassurance, no one should ever feel less for not knowing a language.
“Thank you. I should go.” He looked behind him momentarily before tuning back to you, you could see more figures moving around but you didn’t pry.
“Of course, I’m sorry if I distracted you.” You smiled, walking towards the exit door.
“You didn’t, it was nice talking to you, have a good day.” He nods towards you before turning around, you rush out of the door not wanting to intrude any longer.
It isn’t until you sit back at your desk that your brain processes the last two hours, everything feeling more real.
You wanted to focus on your work but Na-Rae had other ideas. “Where was you?”
“Okay so you won’t believe this.” You pull her down into the seat beside you.
“What?” She tuts, turning the chair to face you.
“I just met Namjoon and Hoseok.”
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alright here we go!
Every Time the Eighth Doctor Got Hurt (in the audios) and How it (Possibly) Scarred/Mentally Effected Him
from Storm Warning to and including Terror Firma
warnings for some fucked up injuries, a couple of Suicidel mentions and spoilers for most of season 1-2 of charley and 8 audios, and the divergent univerce, and terror firma, but its divided to episodes so its easiler to avoid spoilers
(episodes that have their name at the top are where he got hurt, episodes that have their name at the end are ones where physically nothing is wrong but mentaly probably something happend)
1. (Storm Warning) - he cut his arm for Ramsey the Vortisaur to suck on the time, probably left a scar on his right arm! like a bite scar!!, (personal headcanon that his arm could be leaking time :) espeshelly with all of anti time stuff that comes later into play)
2. (Stones Of Venice) - got punched in the head a bunch of times, once to render him unconscious, but its all ok in the end for him because he got to drive a gondula
3. (Minuet in Hell) - …a bunch of amnesia, his mind getting transferred out of his body and him basically getting tourtured mentally for not remembering anything, then he found his missing thoughts and transferred them back into his brain, could be another couse for constent headicks and amnesia if you ask me lol
4. (Chimes of Midnight) - …ok so, he sort of died? like someone choked him to death, but he got better, he died so he can talk to charley who was on the verge of dieing herself, kinda complicated, but it sorted itself out and both Charley and him were fine, so like… possible scars along the neck from choking? (i tried not to give too many spoilers for anyone else reading this because i highly recommend this one)
5. (Seasons of Fear) - got tourterd by a dagger, not said where, but i think he got stabbed in the chest a bunch of times, and his hands, Charley cleaned the wounds and stuff, he did almost passed out after all of it, so he might have a nervousness around knifes and a bunch of scares on his chest from the stabbing,
and he was in an actual killing mode because Charley got tourtured right next to him, but she was at a better state.
- then he also got stabbed pretty much in the same place later on at a sword fight, almost to the point of regeneration, at least he thought he was going to, but he was ok, got mad about the holes in his shirt. he probably has a scar from it on his chest :)
- creatures named the Nimon tried to suck away his energy (at least i think that's what they did), but only for a sec to show power, but it really hurt him. oh yeah and then he flew through the time vortex, he changed his mind into a Gallifreyan Lotus to avoid getting hurt, and then he falls from the sky, but he seemed to be unaffected by that.
(i headcanon some particals of the time vortex have stuck to his form and now they just vibe inside of him, sometimes making his glow in the dark. man seasons of fear is such a ride, i love it)
6. ok he wants to get hurt here but never actually does, a lot of emotional hurt from seeing Charley almost losing her eyes in pain and almost destroying a whole peacefull race, but Charley knocked some sense into him that him wanting to die for this is not actually gonna save anyone - (Embrace the Darkness) - man i love this one)
7. (Neverland) - had to almost kill Charley because she saw how everything is dieng because she was alive, in the prosses admitted that he loved her, she got turned into a portal to travel to an unknown univerce and It hurt to see it, then in the end he exploded himself with A BUNCH of anti time, making him into Zagrues and slapping Charley, (mostly emotinal hurt in this one accept for the end)
8. (Zagrues 😁) - ok so… get possessed by Zagrues, realizing his can distory the univerce now and trying to fight it, then fucking Rassilon shows up and captures him, torturing him mind and soul in the prosses to make Zagrues completely take over so he can make the doctor to his personal murder weapon. Makes him watch as he burned the tardis into a crisp, and a living amalgamation of his tardis (that looks and sounds like the brigadier) tourtes him also, but its not spesefied how. Seeing the tardis dieing tips him into the edge mentaly and get zagrues take over, Rassilon is littiraly "on your knees my creature :)" really messed up stuff fhfghfgh, he once again in too much pain to live (and a danger to the entire univerce), and so asks Charley to kill him, which she does, by stabbing the sword the mind controlled doctor made out of the remines of the tardis right through his chest (ok he definitely has a scar from the sword right in his chest now that I think about it) he gets better :) through Doctors supporting each other. Which at that point the brigadier tardis (who is nice now) brings him some anti matter from the heart of the tardis. (no but this one messed him up so MUCH lol, boy wanted to die truly, pretty ruff stuff but i can say that here he got like, activly Suicidel. hfghfgh I love this one so much its not even funny, my poor baby boy)
ok Divergent Arc! (throught all of this he is in pain from not having time in this univerce so a lot of mental health problems and physically migrans):
9. (Scherzo) - ...alright so, held hands with Charley until it got transphormed to be the same hand, same body right at the end... that could be concidered an injury, constent headache from the lack of Time, also yeah his vocal chords got exposed but they were fine. Charley and him could have matching scars on the hands they held together :), he has a scar on his throat from it. Also maybe mental pain and an aversion of people repeating after him
10. Ok in this one its mostly Charley getting hurt unfortenetly, but the doctor had to go through the mental struggle of almost losing her completely to her turning into a slug monster to give birth to a lot more slug babies, they managed to find a salotion and Charley does not remember any of this happening, luckily for her, but I headcanon her to at leasy suspect something happened (Creed of the Kromon), I really hate this one, also this one is where C'rizz joins in)
11. (Natural History of fear) - ahhh I guess almost drowning? But not majorly, it was mostly being scared for Charley and C'rizz's lives, they were alright though
12. (the twighliht kingdom) - almost got absorbed completely into being part of a living building, but someone else volunteered last minute, but it did couse him a lot of pain in his brain
13. (Faith Stealer) - got smacked in the head, and almost got squished to death with Charley in a closet (ha ha) but apart from that nothing (Faith Stealer my beloved)
14. (the last) - ahhhhh definitely died from an explosion, only to come back to life, only he remembers that, Charley and C'rizz died as well, also got burred under a crushed building and got a nasty hit on the head, but it doesnt seem like the death affected him much
15. (Caerdroia) - got time sickness from being so close to the tardis after so long, fainted just because of that. Got split into 3 parts (is this an injury??? no clue), then got trapped in between a gaint bell and almost died by the shear noise and pain from that (overstimulated), but got rescued last minute, he was pretty dissociated by this point though until they found the tardis (probably did not help his "but who am i really???" thoughts, ie dissociation)
Post divergent univerce
16. almost… ended his own life hut didn't but was really traumatized by what happened to his two former companions, but managed to save the day - (Terror Firma)
and that's it! this guys needs a break (he is not gonna get one)
(here it is! @laden-fruits , @violentlywaftingcurtains , @keepthemacramesecret , @zagreuses-toast , hope it was alright to tag! that would help you guys find it if and when you need it)
#doctor who#dw#dweu#eighth doctor#8th doctor#charley pollard#c'rizz#this has the energy of someone getting him diagnosed in a hospital and is really trying to be proffetinal but loses it slowely#as the list goes on#lol#8th doctor listenalong#8th doctor hurt list#momo rambls#heheheh hohoho#this boy is so fucked up its so true#anyway im off to bed it is 3 am but i needed to format this in a way that makes sense lol
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Here's the beginning of "A Minuet of Monsters"!!
The magic of the night was apparent, as the sun began to set and gave way to the rising of a bold and bright full moon, filling the once orange and blue sky with a dark and purple blanket of color of which was dotted with billions of small white sparkles of light.
The sky was motionless, with no clouds visible and a clear picture was painted of the elegant night. The ethereal glow cast from the moon brought focus to a small hill, dotted with many trees. The centerpiece of that hill was a large mansion, whose lights remained in mysterious operation, like that of a tireless machine. Yet, there was no concern for those mysterious lights that were on all the time; it was considered normal for the single residence on the hill.
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I spent the night making a Listening Guide for the 8th Doctor for my partner, and figured I would share. I made it as a checklist in iOS. The numbers/abbreviations are connected to my Plex Audiobook server so might not line up with the names/numbering of the official releases.
8th Doctor Order
Charley Era
Main Range
- [ ] 16 - Storm Warning
- [ ] 17 - Sword of Orion
- [ ] 18 - Stones of Venice
- [ ] 19 - Minuet in hell
- [ ] 28 - invaders from mars
- [ ] 29 - Chimes of Midnight (Christmas Special!)
- [ ] 30 - Seasons of Fear
- [ ] 31 - Embrace the Darkness
- [ ] 32 - The Time of the Daleks
- [ ] 33 - Neverland
- [ ] 50 - Zagreus (Season Finale!)
- [ ] 52 - Scherzo (best one bring tissue)
- [ ] 53 - Creed of the Kromon (new companion!)
- [ ] 54 - The Natural History of Fear
- [ ] 55 - The Twilight Kingdom
- [ ] 61 - Faith Stealer
- [ ] 62 - The Last
- [ ] 63 - Caerdroia
- [ ] 64 - The Next Life (Season Finale!)
- [ ] 72 - Terror Firma
- [ ] 75 - Scaredy Cat
- [ ] 77 - Other Lives
- [ ] 80 - Time Works
- [ ] 83 - Something Inside
- [ ] 88 - Memory Lane
- [ ] 101 - Absolution
- [ ] 103 - The Girl that Never Was (Season Finale. End of Era.)
Charley Era Bonus content:
Charley is a fan favorite so she has a whole bunch of side content compared to the other eras.
Eighth Doctor Adventures
- [ ] CPFA1.01 The Mummy Speaks
- [ ] CPFA1.02 Eclipse
- [ ] CPFA1.03 The Slaying of the Writhing Mass
- [ ] CPFA1.04 Heart of Orion
- [ ] 8DA1.00 Living Legend
These are Charley stories made after the end of Charley’s era. Charlotte Pollard the Further Adventuress is brand new. Living Legend was like a year after she left (don’t fact check me)
Main Range
- [ ] 111 - The Doomwood Curse
- [ ] 114 - Brotherhood of the Daleks
- [ ] 116 - The Raincloud Man
- [ ] 124 - Patient Zero
- [ ] 125 - Paper Cuts
- [ ] 126 - Blue Forgotten Planet
This resolves the charley cliffhanger. She travels with the Sixth Doctor for some timey wimey further pissing off of the web of time. If you still don’t have enough Charley she has her own series that follows after her adventures with Sixie.
Main Range
- [ ] 123 - The Company of Friends
- [ ] 153 - The Silver Turk
- [ ] 154 - The Witch from the Well
- [ ] 155 - Army of Death
Eighth doctor in the main range without Charley. 123 is with his comic/book companions. The others are the Mary Shelly companion stories! Fun fact he mentions these travels as just happening in Storm Warning so they are a direct prequel.
Main Range
- [ ] 100 - 100 (technically only in part 4)
- [ ] 275 - End of The Beginning
One offs
- [ ] The Light At The End (50th anniv special)
The Legacy of Time
- [ ] 1 Lies in Ruins
- [ ] 2 The Split Infinitive
- [ ] 3 The Sacrifice of Jo Grant
- [ ] 4 Relative Time
- [ ] 5 The avenues of Possibility
- [ ] 6 Collision Course
This chunk is all big anniversary cross overs that feature charley. Some with 6. Some with 8.
Companion Chronicles
- [ ] 4.12 Solitaire
Short Trips
- [ ] 2.8 Letting Go
- [ ] 5.8 Foreshadowing
- [ ] 6.11 The Man Who Wasn’t There
- [ ] 9.11 Hall of the Ten Thousand
- [ ] 10.8 These Stolen Hours
Classic Doctors, New Monsters
- [ ] 3.4 If I should die before I wake
This last selection is all small short stories that take place during the Charley Era.
Lucie Era
Eighth Doctor Adventures
8DA Season 1
- [ ] 1, 2 Blood of the Daleks
- [ ] 3 Horror of Glam Rock
- [ ] 4 Immortal Beloved
- [ ] 5 Phobos
- [ ] 6 No More Lies
- [ ] 7, 8 Human Resources
8DA Season 2
- [ ] 1 Dead London
- [ ] 2 Max Warp
- [ ] 3 Brave New Town
- [ ] 4 The Skull of Sobek
- [ ] 5 Grand Theft Cosmos
- [ ] 6 The Zygon that Fell to Earth
- [ ] 7 Sisters of the Flame
- [ ] 8 Vengeance of Morbius
8DA Season 3
- [ ] 1 Orbis
- [ ] 2 Hothouse
- [ ] 3 Beast of Orlock
- [ ] 4 Wirrn Dawn
- [ ] 5 Scapegoat
- [ ] 6 The Cannibalists
- [ ] 7 The Eight Truths
- [ ] 8 Worldwide Web
8DA Season 4
- [ ] 1 Death in Blackpool
- [ ] 2 Situation Vacant
- [ ] 3 Nevermore
- [ ] 4 The Book of Kells
- [ ] 5 Deimos
- [ ] 6 The Resurrection of Mars
- [ ] 7 Relative Dimensions
- [ ] 7b An Earthly Child
- [ ] 8 Prisoner of the Sun
- [ ] 9 Lucie Miller
- [ ] 10 To the Death (end of the Era)
Lucie Era Bonus
8DA Season 5
- [ ] 1 The Dalek Trap
- [ ] 2 The Revolution Game
- [ ] 3 The House on the Edge of Chaos
- [ ] 4 Island of the Fendahl
This season is technically not an 8DA release but is called “the further adventures of Lucie miller” and takes place before Human Resources. But I wouldn’t slot it there, and instead just listen as a bonus.
Short Trips
- [ ] 3.8 All the fun of the Fair
- [ ] 6.4 The Curse of the Fugue
- [ ] ST7.7 Flashpoint
- [ ] SST 2014-06 Late Night Shopping
- [ ] SST 2013-03 the Young Lions
- [ ] SST 2015-12 The Caves of Erith
Liv and Helen Era
Yes technically this was the Molly era but she got too famous between dark eyes part 1 and 2 so it’s really Liv’s Era, and Helen joins soon after. This era is a string of box sets so basically just Dark Eyes >Doom Coalition >Ravenous > Stranded, but what follows is a checklist so you can keep track.
Eighth Doctor Adventures
Dark Eyes
- [ ] 1.1 The Great War
- [ ] 1.2 Fugutives
- [ ] 1.3 Tangled Web
- [ ] 1.4 X and the Daleks
- [ ] 2.1 The Traitor
- [ ] 2.2 The White Room
- [ ] 2.3 Time’s Horizon (Hello Liv!)
- [ ] 2.4 Eyes of the Master
- [ ] 3.1 The Death of Hope
- [ ] 3.2 The Reviled
- [ ] 3.3 Masterplan
- [ ] 3.4 Rule of the Eminence
- [ ] 4.1 A Life in the Day
- [ ] 4.2 The Monster of Monmarte
- [ ] 4.3 Master of the Daleks
- [ ] 4.4 Eye of Darkness
Doom Coalition
- [ ] 1.1 The Eleven
- [ ] 1.2 The Red Lady
- [ ] 1.3 The Galileo Trap
- [ ] 1.4 The Satanic Mill
- [ ] 2.1 Beachhead Track
- [ ] 2.2 Scenes from Her Life
- [ ] 2.3 The Gift
- [ ] 2.4 The Sonomancer
- [ ] 3.1 Absent Friends
- [ ] 3.2 The Eighth Piece
- [ ] 3.3 The Doomsday Chronometer
- [ ] 3.4 The Crucible of Souls
- [ ] 4.1 Ship in a Bottle
- [ ] 4.2 Songs of Love
- [ ] 4.3 The Side of the Angels
- [ ] 4.4 Stop the Clock
Ravenous
- [ ] 1.1 Their Finest Hour
- [ ] 1.2 How to make a Killing in Time Travel
- [ ] 1.3 World of Damnation
- [ ] 1.4 Sweet Salvation
- [ ] 2.1 Escape from Kaldor
- [ ] 2.2 Better Watch Out
- [ ] 2.3 Fairytale of Salzburg (Another Christmas Special)
- [ ] 2.4 Seizure
- [ ] 3.1 Deeptime Frontier
- [ ] 3.2 Companion Piece***** See Below
- [ ] 3.3 LEGEND
- [ ] 3.4 The Odds Against
- [ ] 4.1 Whisper
- [ ] 4.2 Planet of Dust
- [ ] 4.3 Day of the Master 1
- [ ] 4.4 Day of the Master 2
I highly recommend skipping to the Bliss Era before Companion Piece. They were released simultaneously and have a crossover in companion piece and it makes it better. But you could always “Spoilers sweetie” and find it out later.
Stranded
- [ ] 1.1 Lost Property
- [ ] 1.2 Wild Animals
- [ ] 1.3 Must-See TV
- [ ] 1.4 Divine Intervention
- [ ] 2.1 Dead Time
- [ ] 2.2 Unit Dating
- [ ] 2.3 Baker Street Irregulars
- [ ] 2.4 The Long Way Round
- [ ] 3.1 Patience
- [ ] 3.2 Twisted Folklore
- [ ] 3.3 Snow
- [ ] 3.4 What Just Happened
- [ ] 4.1 Crossed Lines
- [ ] 4.2 Get Andy
- [ ] 4.3 The Keys of Baker Street
- [ ] 4.4 Best Year Ever
Liv and Helen continue into What Lies Inside and Connections, but I don’t have it yet so I don’t know the episode names.
Liv Era Bonus Content
Main Range
- [ ] 149. Robophobia
Liv was actually an almost-companion for the 7th doctor. She told him no, and kicked herself until the 8th Doctor showed back up.
The Robots
Liv’s Spin off. Takes place during Ravenous 2 when the doctor has to leave her for a year. I haven’t listened yet so I don’t know the titles but there are 6 seasons of 3 episodes
Ninth Doctor Adventures
- [ ] 2.3 Hidden Depths
Crossover with the Ninth Doctor Range.
Short Trips
- [ ] 7.1 The World Beyond the Trees
Bliss Era
Aka the Time War! Can technically be listened to whenever because it doesn’t directly reference things but it’s best after Doom Coalition, but Before Ravenous.
Eighth Doctor Adventures
Time War
- [ ] 1.1 The Starship of Theseus
- [ ] 1.2 Echoes of War
- [ ] 1.3 The Conscript
- [ ] 1.4 One Life
- [ ] 2.1 The Lords of Terror
- [ ] 2.2 Planet of the Ogrons
- [ ] 2.3 In the Garden of Death
- [ ] 2.4 Jonah
- [ ] 3.1 State of Bliss
- [ ] 3.2 The Famished Lands
- [ ] 3.3 Fugutive in Time
- [ ] 3.4 The War Valeyard
- [ ] 4.1 Palindrome 1
- [ ] 4.2 Palindrome 2
- [ ] 4.3 Dreadshade
- [ ] 4.4 Restoration of the Daleks
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