Sin City | Securityguard!thomas

sin city | securityguard!thomas

word count; 10,535

summary; thomas works security at a vegas casiio, and you’re a hostess on the main floor, secret work relationship always involve a lot of teasing.

notes; don’t forget to check out this beautiful moodboard made for this fic by @fan-child​! 

warnings; smut, public sex, power play.

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Making Things Even

@pistachoz said:

heyy idk if wip wednesday it’s still opened but maybe smth w tenth doctor x reader featuring the eleventh doctor or any other doctor, maybe they are thr doctor’s companion and they accidentally bump into another future veraion of the doctor and maybe also add donna bc we love her idk if it’s too complicated, honestly im just looking for the comedy relief, and also bc you write so good the tenth doctor! like the character is always on point!! I’ll never get tired of saying how good you write!! 💖

Love this, hon! It became a whole thing. Hopefully all of the shifting versions of people made sense

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader x Eleventh Doctor

Warning(s): None

“Hello, foxy lady.”

You shielded your eyes from the multiple suns, unprepared to see a young man in a tweed suit and bowtie in the middle of the previously empty field. “Excuse me?”

“Too disco?” the man deflated. His brown hair even seemed to droop. “Sounded good in my head, a little James Bond; aloud it’s a bit Saturday Night Fever. But ding dong, look at you! All set up for the Phosphorean Invasion! And with only a two minute head start. Impressive.” He frowned, puzzled. “Very impressive. Even for you.”

You looked between him and your tech set up: a pile of antennas and knobs that the Doctor had instructed you to arrange in a half-circle while he and Donna redirected artron energy from the TARDIS in your direction. The idea seemed convoluted, even for the Doctor, and involved projecting an image of the planet five billion years in the future over the entire globe, so that the invaders would see a barren wasteland.  “Um. Thank you?”

The man grinned and took your hand. As he helped you to your feet, his touch felt vaguely familiar. So did something about his smile. “Lot of upward inflections today, I see. I see?” He mimicked you. Peering at you, as you straightened up, he muttered. “Something’s changed, something’s different.” He jabbed a finger at your head. “Did you change your hair?”

“I don’t think I did,” you replied, and you tried to make sure your tone didn’t turn the statement into a question.

“Must be me. Must’ve changed my hair.”

You started to point out that that made absolutely no sense, but he’d cut you off. “You’ve pointed the projector in the wrong direction, darling.”

Darling?

“No, I haven’t. You said just upwards was fine; the whole atmosphere’s just upwards.” Your brow furrowed. No, the Doctor had said that, not this stranger; why did you say that?

“Did not, I said if you don’t point it away from the suns, there’ll be a nasty glare, give the whole thing away.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush to his side. He pointed at the horizon’s many suns. “… Everyone knows that.”

You were about to protest, again, even though he sounded right, when the bright light that heralded the Phosphorean forces—it looked like a too-big star—brightened in the sky. “Right,” the man said, “Got to readjust very quickly.” He pulled out a… sonic screwdriver?? Longer, though, and greener, but there was the same familiar sound. “All right, foxy lady, time to save the planet.”

—

Donna Noble crept up behind the Doctor, holding a very large hose-like-thing. She’d forgotten the name of it. Probably didn’t matter. He was crouched behind the rocks that lined the hill the TARDIS had been parked on, looking down into the field with some sort of space-man tech.

“What’re you doing?” Donna rested the hose on her hip. It was awfully heavy, and hooked up to the TARDIS console. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready to shoot time bits at Y/N’s projector? What’ve you got binoculars for?”

The Doctor frowned. He didn’t turn around, still focusing intensely on the view. “They’re not binoculars. Ever seen binoculars do this?” A little antenna popped up, emitting a faint static. There were words, fuzzy, not very distinct. But Donna could make out your voice.

Donna tried to peer through the ‘binoculars’ too, pressing her cheek against his. She ignored the Doctor’s affronted grunt and looked through one lens. “Who’s this? Why’s he dressed like that?” she asked. She watched a man in tweed flutter around you, help you to your feet. At one point, he pressed his nose to yours while you blinked in confusion. “Looks like a bit of a knob. Looks like three armchairs died for that suit. Looks like he’s his gran’s little man.”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

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Meeting Her Husband (Loki X Stark!Reader)

Characters: Loki X Stark!Reader, Tony Stark X Sister!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Pregnancy

Request: Tony and sister reader: he and the team discover you are in a secret relationship with Loki and you both are happily married and you are a few months pregnant with loki’s baby and he is not happy about it.

Tony had a sister. Some people knew about you, including the Avengers, but it seemed that most people didn’t know a lot about you. The only pictures the press and people could find about you was back when you were a child, the oldest picture being when you were around 13, and since then you seemed to drop off the face of the planet. It became rumoured that you had gone missing or died, but Tony quickly assured you were fine, but just liked to be secretive about your life. Still, people wondered.

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Danger Magnet

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Reader (ft. Donna)

Content/Warnings: fluff

Words: 1038

A/N: Can I just say how much I love writing for Ten? Anyways, this was requested by @bi-pie67 for 24. You have a meter of how in-danger your soulmate is.

You lived your life in what seemed to be a constant state of stress. It wasn’t because your life was particularly more stressful than everyone else’s, even though it did have its moments, but rather because of your soulmate. You hadn’t even met whoever-it-was, but they were going to make you die of a heart attack at the age of thirty if they kept up whatever the hell it is they’re doing. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, or if it was a weekend, or even if it was a holiday - the meter of how in-danger your soulmate happened to be was always at a steady nine or ten. You hadn’t seen it below a five in months.

It had almost become a running joke among your friends - anyone who managed to have a meter number higher than yours got lunch. Understandably, it didn’t happen very often. You yourself didn’t have a particularly dangerous life, apart from one car accident that resulted in a broken leg, so at the very least your soulmate didn’t have to worry. Though once you met, you planned on giving whoever-it-was a piece of your mind.

“Oi! Noble to Y/N!” One of your closest friends, Donna, roused you from your thoughts by waving a hand in front of your face. “You still here on Earth?”

You grinned up at her. You hadn’t seen Donna in a while, according to her she had been busy with work. “In body, yeah. Mind, not so much.”

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That Orphan Boy

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Members of the Order & Student!Reader Summary: 5 Times you saved a member of the Order and 1 time they had saved you Word Count: 4926 Warning: Injury, Blood, Nothing is Canon anymore (whoops?) A mixture of the book and movie?

You were an orphan boy that was strangely adopted into the friendship group of Harry Potter, not that you were complaining, you found two boys in a compartment in your first year scoffing down all the sweets from the trolley. You were sorted into Gryffindor and were dragged into the adventures of Harry Potter.

You were very close to Harry, losing both your parents when you can barely walk. You sort of bonded over the abusive nature of when you were growing up, you were like Harry’s long-lost soulmate, a connection of some sort, he would often come to you because you understood. Harry trusted you a lot, even more so in the fourth year where you helped with his DADA, he was as skilled as it was, but you helped him with spells he had not heard of, which is why you often help in the Dumbledore Army.

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Requested Anonymously | Sentence Prompt

This is a little… darker than my usual. There’s kinda graphic descriptions of bloody things, so this ain’t for the squeamish.

You had become accustomed to escaping doom by a hairsbreadth. That was alright by you. It didn’t happen often enough to cause you anxiety, and you and the Doctor were both usually fine despite the heart-pounding scare it gave you.

Not this time, though.

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