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evenstar0600 · 1 year

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greetings name twin! loved your Tom riddle fic. it was super good :) could I humbly request some headcanons for how different doctor who characters would react to you cupping their face??? thank you :)))))

hello, my lovely. and fellow Jace. thank you for your kind words!

PLOT: the request

PAIRING: various!doctor who characters x gender neutral!reader

WARNINGS: biting, the master (they are a warning by themself), mentions of the time war, angst, fluff etc

AUTHOR'S NOTES: reader is female in bill's part and is half time-lord btw. and reader is female in yaz's part.

THE NINTH DOCTOR

mans is shocked

like 100% will freeze and just awkwardly stand there

he'll eventually melt into your touch

since the time war, he's closed off his emotions

upon cupping his face, he'll become emotionally vulnerable around you

ngl, he'd probably say 'fantastic!' or something like that.

THE TENTH DOCTOR

bless this sweet baby's hearts

since he's the polar opposite of his previous incarnation, he'll be all for it

i can picture him blushing and smiling (like in the gif)

you'd have him twirling his hair and kicking his feet

100% would give you forehead kisses and cuddles

would be a bit confused as he's got a thing with rose but y'know, for the sake of fanfic they're not together

THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR

baby. baby boy.

he'd be all smiles and shit like that

he loves you to the edge of the universe and back

in turn, he'd cup both your cheeks too

100% would catch feelings for you after this

deffo would snog you

amy ships it

river, who knows what happens in the future, just smiles contentedly and knowingly

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR

"what the hell are you doing?"

i can picture him saying that

like nine, he'd be frozen solid

for at least a minute or two

he melts into your touch

he comes off as a grumpy old man but he yearns for affection

he'll even kiss your palm softly and brush his nose against your thumb

like with clara in face the raven, he'd retract your hand and softly kiss it

THE THIRTEENTH DOCTOR

she's gonna say shit like "brilliant".

also, since she's fruity asf she'll blush

much like her previous incarnations, she'll blush

and smile

this bby is made of sunshine and rainbows

i love her sm

might pull a chris chibbers and not kiss you (# we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

SIMM!MASTER

would bite your hand

like 10000000% would bite your hand

depends on his mood

he'll either nip your hand or maybe its a full-on chomp

we've seen him in "the end of time", he ate two whole ass people that episode

he's either biting you or straight-up killing you.

there is no middle ground

MISSY/GOMEZ!MASTER

it depends which part of capaldi's era

if it's in series 9, then she'll do to you what she did to osgood.

dead

deadeth

unaliven't

if its in series 10, she'll freeze.

she might cry

will need cheering up

so cuddles

she might shrug you off but then a couple hours later, she might cuddle with you.

either way, its death or cuddles.

your choice

DHAWAN!MASTER

crazy ass fucker

like simm, he gives bitey vibes

instead of having half a mind to eat you or some shit, he'll nip your hand

or he'd scoff at your and push you away

third case scenario, if he's feeling vulnerable, he'll demand a hug

and god, if anyone hears about it, they're dead

canon, i'm his eyebrow

ROSE TYLER

she's so pretty <33333

given the era she's from, she'd probs say "i'm not gay"

for the sake of fanfic, i reckon she'd smile and give you a hug

i can imagine her giving really good hugs

will take you out for chips after

MARTHA JONES

she's stunning <33333

would be a bit awkward given her crush on the doctor

for the sake of the fic, she doesn't fancy the doctor

she might cry

but its happy tears

melts into your touch

would probably develop feelings for you

DONNA NOBLE

"wot"

^what she's realistically say

given that her ex-fiancee tried to kill her or something, she's a bit wary

would probably say something like "you wot mate?" or "not my type, sunshine" idk

the doctor is probably standing in the background like "miss girl what is going on here"

wilf might smile or something. (love wilf sm)

RORY WILLIAMS

would be so awkward it's cute

he's so sexy in the roman uniform

given he's married to amy, he'd be like "no thanks"

or he'd say like "i'm flattered but i'm happily- moderately- i'm married"

(again for the sake of fanfic, he and amy aren't together)

he'd 100% blush

river is, once again, smiling the background

RIVER SONG

she knows all

when you first met the infamous river song, she told you that both of you were, quote on quote, "close" in the future

after the ordeal with the weeping angels, you were terrified.

she comforts you and you cup her cheek

she smiles, knowing that this is the start of something brilliant

would maybe cry a little but would kiss your forehead

years down the line, you'd both reflect on how that was the starting point of your marriage

AMY POND

100% would flirt with you

like i'm not even kidding

rory would be like "wtf" in the background"

theres an episode where she started flirting with herself so i'm not even suprised

maybe, just maybe, would give you a smooch

CLARA OSWALD

your impossible girl

would be a tad shocked but would smile

bisexual queen

kisses your hand

then kisses you

no middle ground

melts into your touch 100%

BILL POTTS

bill is a sweetheart and one of my favourite companions

if you cupped her face after a stressful adventure, she'd pause

time would literally stop for her

she'd smile

since loosing heather to the sentient oil, love had been off her mind

then she met you: the doctor's great-granddaughter, the daughter of susan foreman.

might, just might, end up in a kiss.

the doctor smiles, missy deffo takes a picture and nardole cheers.

YASMIN "YAZ" KHAN

yaz is SO pretty and you can't tell me otherwise

sapphic queen

if you cupped her cheek, she'd hesitate before metling into your touch

her face would heat up and her heart would beat at a million beats a minute

might develop budding feelings for you

sapphic queen (#we were deprived of a thasmin kiss)

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ngray192 · 8 months

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I have one more idea for yasammy.

Yasmina meets Sammy's family for the first time.

Yaz ran faster than she had in a long time. All she could hear was the rhythmic sound of her feet beneath her.

She tore through the ribbon, throwing her hands up in victory.

"And the winner is Yasmina Fadoula!" The announcer called.

Yaz looked into the stands to see Sammy's bright face cheering, loudly. Beside her was a whole group of people who looked a lot like Sammy; her family.

When Yasmina had heard that she would be racing in her girlfriend's hometown, she was more than excited. But, when Sammy offered for Yaz to stay at her ranch and meet her family, she was terrified.

She got changed and met Sammy in the parking lot, quickly grabbing her hand tightly.

Sammy chuckled, "Relax, they're gonna love you!"

Yaz awkwardly approached the van where some of Sammy's family was standing, they came to watch Yaz race. She held her hand up to greet them, but was quickly crushed in a bear hug from the entire family.

Yasmina melted into the hug.

They all piled into the van and went back to the ranch. Yaz had heard about the ranch on her calls with Sammy, but it was so much better in real life. She could envision Sammy feeding the animals, swinging on the swingset behind the barn, playing hide-and-seek with her siblings.

They sat around the large table for dinner, Yaz sitting between Sammy and her father. The conversation flowed easily, Yaz was already apart of the family.

"You were so fast, Yaz!" Sammy's little brother, Peter, told the track star. Yaz smiled as he went back to eating his mashed potatoes.

Sammy's father nodded, "Sammy didn't lie when she said you were the fastest on the team."

Yasmina looked at Sammy, "You talk about me?"

Sammy's oldest sister, Delilah, answered for her, "Way too much. She won't shut up about you."

The family laughed as Sammy hid her blush behind her hands.

Later that night, Yaz helped Sammy's mother with the dishes. "You don't have to help, Yasmina, you are our guest!" She kept insisting, but Yaz wouldn't let her do the dishes alone. "I am very glad Sammy met you," Mrs. Gutierrez says unexpectedly.

Yaz smiles, "I am too."

"Thank you for saving my baby girl, she's told us all about the things you did on that awful island."

Yasmina's smile wavered slightly, she hated thinking about the island.

"You have everything?" Mrs. Gutierrez asked with tears in her eyes.

Yasmina nodded and thanked her again. "I'll visit soon, I promise." The family hugged her tightly one more time before Yaz, Sammy, and Mr. Gutierrez climbed into the van.

Yaz was going to miss the Gutierrez family. Being an only child, she wasn't around that many people at one time often, but it made her long for a big family.

She was excited to see her mom, obviously, but she would miss this time with Sammy and her wonderful family.

Sammy walked her into the large airport. Yaz held her hand tightly, sad to let go. They stopped before security, where Sammy had to leave Yaz to go on her long flight back home.

They hugged tightly. Yaz smiled at her girlfriend, "I'll call you when I land. This week was so much fun, Sammy. Thank you."

Sammy smiled widely, "Of course, Yaz! My family loved you, I've never seen Alex that happy to meet a new person. Maybe someday we'll come visit you!"

"I'd like that." Yasmina checked her phone, her plane was boarding in less than an hour, she had to go. "I have to go, Sammy."

Sammy hugged her again, "Alright, I love you, Yaz. Call me when you land, please."

Yaz let go and smiled, "I love you, too. Please tell your parents I said bye." Sammy nodded and began walking away, back to the doors where her dad was waiting.

Suddenly, she turned back around and smiled, "When we get married, they'll be your parents too." And she kept walking.

Yaz stayed flustered the whole plane ride back.

#jwcc yasmina #jurassic world camp cretaceous #yasammy #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #jwcc sammy

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regenderate-fic · 1 year

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When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 15

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Word Count (Chapter): 2,416

NOTES: uhhh cw for misgendering at the end of this one. will also be in the next chapter, i've tried to keep it brief though

Yaz liked cooking. It was one of the things that grounded her: she cooked for her and Rose both, most nights, with the understanding that Rose would do the cleanup in exchange. She liked cooking on her own, navigating a recipe, using her hands, but she really liked when Rose cooked with her. Rose just had such a spark about her, a way of carrying herself that inevitably managed to add laughter to the whole room. Yaz always smiled more when she was around, always felt lighter, somehow.

Well. Maybe that had just been the crush this whole time. It was ridiculous, all the signs she could see now she knew. Either way, she liked having Rose in the kitchen with her, especially now her initial nerves had worn off a bit: they exchanged small smiles and casual touches, moving around the space, and each one sent a shock through Yaz, lighting up her whole body.

Was this what she'd been missing? For years now? Of course she'd had love, all this time: she had always known that. She'd been so comfortable, living with Rose. She'd always counted that a kind of love. But this— there was something new to it, something exciting. Yaz found herself looking for Rose’s touch when it wasn't there, reaching out, pulling Rose in. And Rose let her. Rose reached back.

Ace squeezed around the small kitchen table to eat with them, and then she retreated back to Yaz's room. Yaz helped Rose clean up, washing the dishes, wiping down the countertops, letting their hands entangle and come apart. Finally, Yaz put the last dish on the drying rack, and Rose tossed her rag aside, stepping over to twine her arms around Yaz’s neck. Yaz smiled. Her hands landed on Rose’s waist, and she pulled Rose closer.

“Hello,” Rose said, her smile glowing.

“Hi.” Yaz leaned in, about to kiss her, but then Ace’s voice called out somewhere behind her.

“Gross! Get a room!”

“Oi, this is our room!” Rose called back. “We live here, if you haven’t noticed.”

Yaz turned, half-frozen. She knew she looked like a deer in headlights. Probably it was embarrassing, her being thirty years old and feeling this caught-out by a sixteen-year-old in her own home, but she felt it anyway.

“Oh, I noticed,” Ace said. “Don’t worry. I was just on my way to the bathroom. Carry on, if you like.” She disappeared into the bathroom, and Yaz dropped her head to Rose’s shoulder with a groan.

“Oh, God.”

Rose held her close, one hand rooted in her hair. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”

Yaz nodded.

“C’mon,” Rose said. She guided Yaz through the kitchen and into her room. Yaz hadn't actually been in here much— she'd helped Rose move in, but since then it had gotten messier, desk cluttered with art supplies and bits of paper, bed unmade.

Rose went to adjust the blankets now, tugging them into place, and then she moved to stand in front of Yaz, taking one of Yaz’s hands in hers, lifting her other hand to push a bit of hair behind Yaz's ear. Their eyes met. Rose was looking at Yaz carefully, her gaze like the delicate touch of the sun on a clear spring day. Yaz looked back, hoping she could live up to whatever it was Rose was seeing.

Rose kissed her, and Yaz melted into it. Her free hand came up to cup Rose’s neck— it was odd how natural this felt, after so many years without it.

Rose pulled away, her forehead still resting against Yaz's.

“All right?”

“Yeah.” It came out breathy, bordering on giddy. Yaz hadn't known she was capable of giddy. “Still kind of can't believe this is happening.”

“Oh, you better believe it,” Rose said. She squeezed Yaz’s hand. “You're not getting rid of me now.”

“And after years of trying,” Yaz joked.

Rose laughed. “Yep. Completely fruitless.” She pulled away, dropping down to sit on the edge of her bed. Carefully, she moved over so there would be room for Yaz, and Yaz sat. She wavered for a moment, and then leaned her head on Rose’s shoulder. Rose wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke.

“So,” Rose finally said, a smile in her voice. “What do we do about the sixteen-year-old in your bedroom?”

“I don't know,” Yaz said. “I guess we ought to help her find a place.” She lifted her head to look at Rose. “I don't mind having her for a little while, though. If she needs it.” She thought for a second. “She probably needs more than just a place, at this point. A kid like that needs adults like us to support her.”

“I don’t know if I feel like that sort of adult,” Rose said. “I mean— do you?”

“Not really,” Yaz admitted. “But— does anyone?”

Rose hummed. “Maybe not.” She kissed the side of Yaz’s head. “Suppose we can manage, then.”

“Yeah.” Yaz smiled. “We’ll manage.”

Getting ready for bed was equal parts intimate and nerve-wracking— Yaz’s hands brushed against Rose as they pulled clothes out of drawers, awkwardly changing back-to-back in different corners of the room. It was funny: it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other’s bodies before, in various states of undress. Yaz was a tattoo artist, after all, and responsible for most of the ink on Rose’s skin. Besides, they’d been living together for years. They’d gotten more than comfortable with wrapping themselves in a towel just out of the shower, or stretching out on the floor in very little clothing on a hot day. Or— Rose had initially been more comfortable than Yaz, but it had been eight years. By now, Yaz had stopped caring how much of her Rose saw.

Somehow, she cared now. And Rose seemed to too: they didn’t leave the room to change, but they maintained an awkward distance until Yaz was safely in her flannel pajamas and Rose in her tank top and shorts. Yaz went to brush her teeth, only rushing a little bit, and then she flopped on Rose’s bed while Rose did the same. She took advantage of the moment alone to pull out her braid, stealing a brush off Rose’s nightstand to brush out her hair.

Rose came back just as Yaz was starting to braid her hair again. She sat down across from Yaz on the bed.

“D’you want help?” she asked.

Yaz looked up. “With my hair?”

Rose nodded.

“Okay.” Yaz shifted forward, and Rose came to sit behind her, letting her legs stretch out on either side of Yaz's body. Her hands covered Yaz's, taking the locks of hair, and Yaz let her palms rest on her knees as she sank into Rose’s touch. Rose was gentle but efficient: exactly what Yaz needed. When she got to the end of the braid, she held out her hand, and Yaz passed her the hair tie.

“Okay,” Rose said a couple seconds later. She kissed the back of Yaz's head. “Done.”

Yaz smiled. She twisted around to drop a kiss on Rose’s nose, then on her lips. They got stuck for a moment in that latter one, Rose’s hand steady on Yaz's back, and then Yaz settled against Rose’s chest, her eyes slipping shut.

“Time for bed?” Rose asked quietly, her voice brushing softly against Yaz's ear.

“Yeah.” Yaz sat up and slid off the bed, giving Rose room to lie down properly. Yaz joined her, pulling the covers up to her chin, her legs tangling with Rose’s in the process.

“If you hog the blankets, I’m breaking up with you,” Rose whispered, her face an inch from Yaz’s.

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause you’ve never taken the last pack of biscuits even though I was saving them—”

Rose rolled her eyes. “That was three years ago. And I apologized! And bought you more!”

Yaz kissed the tip of her nose. “Whatever you say. D’you want me to get the light?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Yaz reached over and turned off the lamp. She rolled back towards Rose, and immediately, Rose curled up against her chest: Yaz wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer, burying her face in Rose’s hair.

Miraculously, Yaz woke up in much the same position. It took her a moment to remember what was going on— why she felt so peaceful, why the light was just a little different through her closed eyes, why there was a soft warm weight wrapped around her body. She opened her eyes to see a mess of blonde hair, spread out across the pillow, and without thinking, she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Rose’s head.

Rose stirred. She made some sort of sound, an attempt at speech, but it came out a mess of blurred-together mumbling.

“Sorry,” Yaz whispered. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Rose shifted her head to look up at her, a soft smile emerging on her face. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Yaz couldn’t help but smile back. Rose leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and Yaz’s smile grew.

“Sleep all right?” Rose asked.

Yaz nodded. “You?”

Rose nuzzled closer again, her hair tickling Yaz’s chin. “Better than I have in ages,” she murmured into Yaz’s chest. Yaz’s smile only grew.

“D’you want to go get coffee?” she asked. “Think Penny’s supposed to be working today.”

“Not if it means getting out of bed,” Rose replied, wrapping herself even more firmly around Yaz.

“Oh, none of that.” Yaz trailed a hand through Rose’s hair. “You like coffee. And Penny. And we can come back here after.”

Rose looked up again. “Promise?”

Yaz kissed her. “Of course.”

“Okay.” Rose stretched, then sat up, tugging Yaz with her. Yaz groaned.

“Okay, maybe bed was better.”

“Too late now,” Rose said, grinning. “You promised me coffee.”

Yaz sighed. “Silly of me.”

“Yeah,” Rose agreed. “But it's too late to go back on it now.” She tugged at Yaz's hands. “C'mon. Up you get.”

Ten minutes later, they were crossing the street together. They entered the bakery hand-in-hand— there was no one at the counter, but Yaz could hear voices coming from the kitchen. She and Rose circled the counter, poking their heads through the doorway. Ace was putting pastries into an oven, but Penny was nowhere to be seen.

“Hello?” Rose called out.

“Rose!” came Penny’s voice from behind a mixer. “Yaz! D’you know, Ace made me give her ten pounds?” A second later, the mixer turned off, leaving silence behind, and Penny emerged from behind it, using her full body to push her office chair across the floor.

“She works for you,” Yaz said. “She’s going to make you give her a lot more than ten pounds.”

“I keep my gambling and my business expenses entirely separate,” Penny replied. “Not that I gamble, really. Except this time I figured it couldn’t hurt. Only ten pounds. Plus, I was so sure I was right.”

Ace grinned in Yaz’s and Rose’s direction. “She’s a bit thick, isn’t she?”

“To be fair,” Penny said, “this was before I knew you were putting it all over the Internet.”

“I wasn’t—” Yaz shook her head. “You know what, whatever. Glad I could entertain.”

“You put it on the Internet?” Ace asked.

“Absolutely not!” Yaz lunged for the door, but Rose wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back in one fluid motion.

“Sorry, Yaz,” she said. “You’ve got to face up to it. You used Reddit to get a girlfriend.”

Yaz could feel her face getting warm. “Yeah, well, at least it worked.”

“So does this mean I can’t flirt with you two anymore?” Penny asked, her head tilted to the side. Her face was the picture of innocent curiosity. Yaz sort of wanted to disappear.

Of course, she didn’t. Instead, she got Rose jumping next to her, cheering, “Yes! I told you she was flirting with you!”

Yaz covered her face with her hands.

“Right!” Ace said, very loudly. “I think I hear a customer!” Yaz peeked between her fingers to see Ace sweep past her and out the door.

“Sorry,” Penny said. “Didn't mean to startle you, or anything.”

Yaz lowered her hands, forcing herself to meet Penny’s wide eyes.

“That's okay,” she managed. She glanced at Rose. “Honestly, it’s sort of funny, watching Rose try and flirt with you.”

“Oi, what do you mean, try?” Rose knocked her hip against Yaz’s. “I’m a very successful flirt, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Yaz raised her eyebrows. “Is that why it took me six years to figure out you were into me?”

“I haven’t been flirting with you,” Rose scoffed. “Thought you were a lost cause, didn’t I?”

Yaz rolled her eyes. “Rude.”

“I know better than to try and start something with my straight best friend, all right?” Rose shook her head. “Anyway, none of this answers the original question, does it?”

“Wasn’t that serious of a question,” Penny said immediately, her face red. “Didn’t think you’d start actually debating it. Didn’t want to make things awkward, either.” She shrugged. “Although honestly, for the sake of full transparency, I do have to tell you I can’t always tell when people are going to think I’m flirting. Gets a bit complicated.”

“Well, that’s good,” Rose said. “‘Cause I love being surprised.” She grinnedd. “When’s your shift end today? We can come by. Bring Ace around, call it a party.”

“Don’t know if I’m up for parties,” Penny said, her head tilted to the side. “Definitely up for Rose and Yaz and Ace, though.”

“Right,” Rose said. “No party, then. Just us.”

Penny’s responding smile was one Yaz hadn’t seen on her before— something small and genuine. “Just us.”

“Right,” Rose said. “Now, I think Yaz told me that if I got out of bed we could get coffee.”

“Oh, I knew you were only my friend for the coffee,” Penny sighed, an air of melodrama about her.

Yaz grinned. “We’ll see you later?”

Penny gave another sigh, flinging her hand to her forehead. “I suppose.”

“See you,” Rose said, laughing, and she and Yaz stepped out of the kitchen together.

Ace was behind the counter, talking to a customer, an older woman with a straw hat at the back of her head. When Yaz and Rose came out, she turned.

“I’m looking for my son,” she said. “Do you know him?”

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bizarredalek · 3 years

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Floof

Thirteen x reader

Word count: 2804

Warning: uhhh cuteness overload as a warning?

Summary: The Doctor is drawn to how soft and fluffy your hair is. All she wants to do is touch it, and maybe make hers as fluffy as yours is

A/N: Who knew putting a fic on Tumblr was so confusing asdfghjkl Thank you Jenny and Elle for helping me with this ily both SO much

The Doctor couldn't figure it out. There was just something about you. Every time you walked into a room, you'd draw her attention from whatever it was that she was doing prior, which is something that rarely happens. And then one day, it just clicked.

You had come out of the shower one day; the scent of your favourite shampoo was an exact giveaway. You were happy to be able to wash off the sweat and dirt that had clung to you for the last few adventures. Your hair was freshly blow-dried, and it looked soft. Really soft. There had been times where you would be talking with her, and she'd have to fight every urge to just run her hand through it. She wanted to know what it felt like, how soft it'd be.

There have been small instances where she had gotten to touch your hair. Moments like when you would run past, and she would feel the feather-light touch. Or when you'd come up and hug her, and all she could smell, and feel was you. Warmth surrounding her, your hair that she deemed softer than anything in the Universe would be pressed against her cheek. It took every ounce of willpower for her never to let you go and bury her face into your hair. Just one look at you melted all her stress away.

You weren't oblivious to the Doctor's distractions either. Every time you two talked, you could see her focus elsewhere. Her hands would clench by her sides like she was trying to stop herself from reaching out. It wasn’t terribly hard to figure out what was distracting the Doctor so much, she was never all that subtle. You saw the way her eyes would follow you around the room. More like she was looking at something specifically on your head. Your assumption was right one day when you bounded excitedly over to the Doctor in the console room to ask about the newest adventure you were about to take, and she remained focused on your tresses.

One night, the Doctor returned to the console room with a cup of tea in hand to see you sitting by the open front doors with your legs swinging out and a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The Galaxy looked beautiful with you sitting in front of it, with the pinks, purples, and blues lighting your face. It took the Doctor’s breath away. Walking closer the Doctor noticed that your appearance was a little disheveled. Clothing ruffled out of place and hair sticking up at odd angles, but it wasn’t as if you had a nightmare, or something disturbed you during your sleep. It seemed more like you just rolled out of bed and came here.

She called your name softly, now standing behind you. You tilted your head up towards the voice.

“Hello Doctor,” you greeted with a smile.

“What are you doing awake?” She asked. The Doctor had settled herself beside you, her tea forgotten behind her.

“I don’t know,” you replied, sliding over to make more room in the doorway. “I just woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I came here,” You turned your gaze back to outside the Tardis. “It’s very beautiful.”

The Doctor nodded. “Yeah, it is. It’s probably one of my favourite Galaxies to just drift in, other than the Milky Way of course. The clashing colours are just breathtaking.”

You nodded in agreement. The Doctor started to ramble about the stars in a speech and speed that flew over your head faster than any breeze, but you didn’t mind. She would start talking animatedly, moving her hands as she would point to different areas in space.

You thought it was cute. You could’ve listened to her talk for hours, but your earlier exhaustion crept up on you and you felt your eyes closing, falling asleep to the sound of the Doctors voice.

The Doctor noticed your head dropping a bit before you’d snap back up, your eyes threatening to shut again. Your shoulders had been slouching down and she was worried you were going to end up rolling out of the Tardis.

“You know,” she started, her voice jerking you awake to give her your full attention. “If you’re tired you should go back to bed.”

You shook her head stubbornly, but the Doctor could see how tired you were getting. She debated just carrying you to your bed as you probably wouldn’t be able to put up a very big fight or she could wait until you fell asleep before carrying you. She opted for the latter; she was quite enjoying looking at the Galaxy with you right now. She felt her hearts stop a moment later when your weight suddenly slumped against her side, your head on her shoulder.

“Doctor,” you mumbled sleepily. “Can I lay on your lap?”

Her breath hitched in her throat, her two hearts beating so fast she feared that you would be able to hear them from your place against her side. How could she deny your gentle request though? So, she nodded with soft spoken “yes”. Your eyes brightened hearing her reply.

You slid away from the Doctor to make room so you could lay down comfortably. The Doctor, however, immediately missed your warmth and had to stop herself from making a sound of protest. The warmth returned when you placed your head on her thigh, your blanket rested on top of your body. You sighed contentedly.

“Comfy?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

You only replied by cuddling further into the Doctor’s warmth, pulling the blanket up so it rested just under your chin.

Not wanting to take your hands out of your blanket burrito, you tried to blow your hair out of your face The Doctor looked down in amusement at your struggle. Her hand eventually found its way to your face, gently brushing the piece of hair from your eyes behind your ear. Her eyes widened at the feel of your hair.

“It’s so soft,” she spoke softly to herself out loud unaware you were still partially awake as she brushed her hand through your hair again.

You hummed and your body fully relaxed at the Doctor’s fingers raking through your locks. “Shampoo, conditioner, and blow dry equals fluffy and soft.”

The Doctor chuckled as she continued mindlessly playing with your hair. Her nails would lightly scratch against your scalp, causing you to sigh, and then switch to brushing your hair from the base of your skull to the end. She would hit the occasional knot, but you didn’t shift at her gentle pulling and smoothing it out. Occasionally, the Doctor would stop her actions thinking that you were fast asleep with how quiet and still you were, but you proved her wrong when your face would scrunch up with a disappointed groan.

“No,” you whined.

Your glare was not all that deadly or threatening in any way. In fact, it was more adorable than anything in the Doctor’s mind. Your eyes were dazed and unfocused, and you couldn’t hold your glare together very well. It was more of a grumpy squint than anything.

The Doctor merely laughed and caved in. “Okay, okay.”

You turned your head back to its place and sighed happily when you felt her hand return. The Doctor was absolutely convinced in her mind that if you were a cat, you would be purring.

The Doctor didn’t know how long you two stayed there in the doorway. Her one leg swung outside the box while her other made sure that you didn’t accidently roll out of the Tardis, that would certainly be a rude awakening.

The Time Lord was lost in her thoughts as she ran her fingers over your scalp the action calming for both you and her, barely paying attention to the soft sigh you let out. And any tension left in your body vanished, your entire weight settled against the Doctors leg. She thought of how glad she was to have you aboard the Tardis, how you always seem to know what she was feeling and how to make her feel better again. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if she didn’t have you as a companion.

She was brought back into her thoughts when she felt your breath against her leg, you’re breathing deep and steady telling her that you had officially fallen asleep. She gently and slowly raised your head to not wake you and picked you up with one arm holding your shoulders, cradling you to her chest with your head tucked into her neck, and her other arm was underneath your knees. After confirming that you had not stirred, she carried you down the halls to your room. The Tardis was kind enough to move your room closer, so the Doctor didn’t have to go wandering the halls finding your room.

“Can you open the door for me, girl?” the Doctor said quietly, trying in everyway possible to make sure you stayed sleeping.

The Doctor smiled when the door opened and walked inside. She placed you down on your bed and smiled at the small whine you let out when she released her hold on you. The Doctor knelt by your bed and brushed your hair out of you face. She pressed her lips against your forehead, whispering a soft goodnight before leaving your room to let you sleep in peace.

Once exiting your room, the Doctor immediately had a plan form in her mind. The Tardis disapprovingly hummed down at her Thief.

“It’ll be fine!” She brushed the machine off, already heading down the hallway to put her plan into action.

That morning, you were hanging in the console room chatting with Yaz, when you heard a voice calling your name behind you. You looked down the hall to see the Doctor jogging towards you, her hair different than what it usually looks like.

“Y/N!” she said excitedly, bounding up the stair to you.

“Doctor,” you greeted with a smile. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she greeted back, grinning ear to ear. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded. “I did actually. I don’t remember getting back to my room, though.”

Now that she was closer you could see her hair looked a lot more different than her usual style, almost as if she put way too much hair products in than necessary. Her hair was all… frizzy, like it was full of static. You were surprised there wasn’t anything magnetic on her.

“Doctor,” you started, unable to look away from the mess she had created on her own head. “What... what did you do?”

“Well, I was thinking on what you said last night about how you got your hair all nice and soft and I thought I’d give it a go myself!” She grinned at you.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at her explanation. She just looked so cute and proud of herself with her achievement.

“It looks like you used a bit too much, Doctor,” you told her. You reached your hand up and ran your hand through her blonde locks being able to feel exactly how staticky it felt through your fingers.

The Doctor blushed under your touch. “Well, I-it’s a little bit different than when I was a man.”

You hummed in thought. “Well, why don’t I show you how to properly take care of it, and try to fix it? You looked like you used the whole bottle of shampoo.”

The Doctor ducked her head in embarrassment. “It may have been a few bottles actually.”

You laughed, reaching down to grab the Doctor’s hand to lead her away from the console room. You both waved bye to Yaz. She laughed and waved back before going off to find the others.

“Thank you,” the Doctor muttered out. You had her sit on the bathtub edge while you stood behind her. You ran your hands through her hair to see the exact amount of damage she did.

You hummed in response. “Of course! Next time maybe don’t use so much product.” You teased her.

She rolled her eyes even though you couldn’t see it. You told her the basics of hair care for women, how much shampoo and conditioner to use “The whole bottle right?” She asked.

“No! Not the entire thing! At least a tiny handful is enough,” you reached for the face moisturizer sitting on the bathroom sink.

“Moisturizer?” The Doctor asked looking at the bottle in your hand.

You shrugged. “There are a few different ways to deal with static hair, but this is the only thing I had on hand and I’m sure you wouldn’t like me rubbing a laundry detergent sheet all over your head. Moisturizer just happens to also protect your hair to minimize any.”

“Have you done this before?” She asked. She trusted you, of course, but was still curious.

“Yeah, kind of,” you replied. “I would do this for my siblings. They also would overdo it with the hair products, and I found that this works.”

The Doctor nodded and you went to work. You dabbed the cream in your hands and rubbed them together before applying it to the Doctor’s hair. The Doctor leaned her head back into your touch and sighed, she could see how you fell asleep so easily with her doing it the night before, she felt herself drifting to sleep under your touch. You smiled at her reaction. You tilted her head up to get easier access to the hair in front of her face, her eyes were closed and her breathing had steadied out. You quickly finished off the Doctor’s hair, you didn’t want to disturb the Doctor’s rest yet she just looked so adorable all relaxed. Your thumbs lightly brushed over the Doctor’s cheeks; the stress lines that had been so clearly on her face faded away with every motion.

After you finished, you leaned down and pressed your own lips down on her forehead and then to her cheek. “You’re all done now, Doctor,” you whispered, not fully wanting to break the silence.

The Doctor’s eyes fluttered open with a hum. You helped her stand and took in your work. The moisturizer worked wonders for her, it was no longer full of static, nor did it look frizzy and untidy. It looked closer to how it was before the ‘incident’.

She brushed her own hand through her hair and beamed. “It feels a lot better! Thank you!”

You gave your own smile. “You are so welcome, Doctor.”

The Doctor moved forward and wrapped you in a hug and you gasped in surprise. You’ve never really been hugged by the Doctor, so it was quite a surprise to be suddenly held in her arms. All you could feel, and smell was her. Her coat radiated warmth and she smelled like the lavender shampoo she had used earlier, and a little bit of the tea she had this morning. You were surround by everything of the Doctor and you loved it.

You knew how hard it was for the Doctor to really express herself, so you were patient. You were there for whatever she needed. Be it a travel companion, a friend or an impromptu hair stylist for a disaster.

The Doctor pulled back from the embrace. You hated how cold you felt being out of her arms. You almost went to hug her again. Almost. Instead, you held out your arm to her.

“Shall we go plan our next adventure, Doctor?” you asked.

She laughed and looped her arm through yours. “Lets,” she said.

You listened to her list of different planet names and what was on them as the two of you left the bathroom. You could never understand her when she spoke at a million miles per hour, but it was nice to see her talk about something so excitedly. She listed off places that would light sky lanterns every night or a planet that was covered in snow that when the sun shined on them it would look like the planet was covered in sparkling diamonds. They all sounded amazing, but honestly you were just happy traveling with the Doctor. It didn’t matter where you went, or when, you were just happy being with her.

She led you back towards the console room. She gestured for you to place your hand on the lever with her. “So, where do you want to go?” She asked you.

You thought for a minute. Anywhere, you said to yourself. Anywhere if it’s with you. But you knew she wouldn’t accept that, so you looked up and said, “Surprise me.” And her answering grin lit up the room, and the two of you pulled the lever down, and off into space you went.

#the doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor imagine #dw #doctor who #so much fluff #and yearning #be prepared #fluff #and floof #13th doctor x reader

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it-fits-i-ships · 3 years

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Combing through every single episode of Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous for Yasammy moments to write meta analysis about part 4 (parts 1, 2, and 3)

Once Yaz is inside the lab we see her frantically looking for the antidote, getting more and more panicked the longer it takes her, we even see her get so frustrated that she starts throwing things and when she sinks to the floor she looks ready to have a full-on breakdown, it’s only when she notices the medical case and has that spark of hope that she gets up to continue her search, this combined with the sheer relief she experiences when she doubtfully opens the case to find that it does in fact hold the antidote really goes to show just how seriously Yaz takes this mission, I think that Yaz would take this kind of mission seriously if it were any other member of the group as well but not to this degree, it’s clear she cares very deeply about Sammy, she collapses in on herself and starts crying a little bit as she clutches that case to her chest, her world has been in danger of completely falling apart and she just found the one thing that can save it Yaz is a real ride-or-die, especially when it comes to Sammy, she is willing to put herself in so much danger just to make sure that Sammy is safe, she jumps the river in one go (despite the realized risk of her landing wrong on her bad ankle), as she’s sitting there cradling her injured ankle she remembers the first time Sammy offered her meaningful support, encouragement, and affection, she remembers how Sammy says she never gives up when it comes to friendship, Yaz knows deep down that Sammy would never give up on her and she sure as hell isn’t going to give up on Sammy, this reminds her what she’s fighting for and she gets back up, Yaz yells at the scorpius rex, basically telling it, “Come at me, bro,” Yaz is done taking shit from anyone, nothing is going to stop her from getting back to Sammy with that antidote, not even a freak of nature franken-dino with venomous spikes, during the final stretch of her journey, tired, injured, and terrified, Yaz trips and has several more flashes of memory in a row of moments where Sammy was saving her or hugging her or telling her that she’s her best friend in the whole world As I said in the last post, the term best friend is often used in children’s media to reference closer relationships between same-gender pairings in a way that adds queer subtext so it makes sense that this last part of Yaz’s flashbacks feels like a love confession from Sammy (albeit an indirect one) Yaz clearly loves Sammy too (even if she hasn’t consciously realized it yet) as she is willing to risk everything to save her and fix their relationship, when she gets back near the fort and sees how grim and somber the atmosphere is she musters every last bit of strength she has and pushes herself to the finish line, she is immeasurably worried that she will be (or already is) too late and she’ll lose Sammy forever, even after Brooklyn administers the antidote it takes a while for Sammy to show any kind of improvement so Yaz gets even more anxious and desperate, she even admits that she really does care about Sammy and she didn’t mean what she said before, she needs Sammy to know that, this scene reminds me a lot of the scenes in shows and movies where someone’s significant other is in the hospital and the healthy one gets very upset and refuses to leave the injured/sick one’s side When Sammy does wake up we are again treated to her perspective, the first person she looks over to is Yaz and the first thing she does is casually great Yaz (which is just adorable, as is Yaz’s genuine relieved smile after finding out that Sammy’s going to live), Yaz does everything she can to help and support Sammy, from checking on her when she first starts sitting up to supporting her while she’s walking to trying (and failing) to improve general morale in Sammy’s stead, ultimately Yaz’s plan to improve morale just freaks everyone out but the fact that she’s trying for Sammy’s sake is really sweet Also, can we just talk about the fact that Yaz has her hand fully on Sammy’s thigh when she asks how Sammy’s feeling? Or the way Yaz practically melts into the hug Sammy gives her?

Or the way she keeps taking, like, every opportunity to touch Sammy (rubbing her shoulder and her back, wiping the extra water off her face, etc.)? I’m sorry, there’s no heterosexual explanation for that combo The way that Yaz holds and protects Sammy during the stampede, the way that Sammy clings to Yaz with both hands (fingers tense and digging into Yaz’s arm), and the way they huddle close to each other suggest that they are both dealing with some direct trauma, Sammy just narrowly escaped the clutches of death at the hands (spikes?) of a dinosaur and now here they are possibly about get trampled (again), she still doesn’t feel good and she turns to Yaz for comfort, likewise Yaz is still very much aware that she almost lost Sammy and she had to leave her in order to get the antidote so she wants to make double damn sure that Sammy knows she’s there and that she’ll protect her, when it comes time for them to run Sammy has a moment of self-doubt, Yaz knows that Sammy needs her to snap her out of it in her own Yaz way (as opposed to trying to be overly cheery and positive like she was earlier) Yaz continues to offer gentle touches to comfort Sammy on the boat and when Sammy finds out that Ben plans to stay on the island instead of coming with them on the boat, she also uses physical touch to share Sammy’s excitement when Ben decides he actually does want to come with the rest of them on the boat, she also continues to protect Sammy from the onslaught of dinosaurs they have to unleash to get rid of the shady guy working with Dr. Wu who made them leave the boat, Yaz pulls Sammy out of the way of multiple dinos and holds her close Last but certainly not least, when they finally get back to the boat and leave the island we get this absolutely precious moment where Sammy is sleeping and Yaz comes over, looks at her, gives a contented/relieved sigh, and smiles one of the warmest smiles we have ever seen her smile, if that’s not the face of someone in love I don’t know what is, here they are finally safe, Sammy can rest, Yaz doesn’t have to worry about being immediately by Sammy’s side all the time to protect her from danger and she can just enjoy being around her I suspect that in season 4 we will likely see their relationship develop further because of them having some time and space on the boat (and possibly wherever they go next) to process and confront their feelings and, given that Brooklyn canonically asked if Sammy has a crush on Yaz, I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility that they might even canonically end up in a romantic relationship Anyway, Yaz and Sammy are in love, thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#jwcc #yasammy #longpost

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sunfleurry · 3 years

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III. 360˚

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: Sexual assault

Disclaimer: I write stories and use Harry Styles as a face claim. In no way shape or form does my writing reflect how I perceive the actual Harry to be. These are my characters, the face is just a bonus!

A week later, Eden was getting the hang of her workouts, feeling stronger as the days go by. Yaz was pretty happy with her, telling her that as a beginner, she’s showing the right amount of progress. Eden even started going to the gym by herself sometimes, outside of her sessions with Yaz. She found the gym to be an amazing stress-reliever from school and other aspects of her life, and made it her mission to go workout whenever she needed it. She’d never felt happier with herself than she did after an intense workout.

Harry and Luca still entertain her with their banter at the front desk as she waits for Yaz, she almost looks forward to their chats. The day after their almost-kiss, Eden entered the gym feeling a little anxious with what to expect from Harry. As always, she greeted Luca and asked him about his day before Harry made his way over from finishing with one of his clients. He looked good in this track pants and work shirt, Eden noted. It was almost annoying how he could pull off the most casual outfits. She held her breath as she watched him walk towards them but then he looked at her and flashed her a heart-stopping smile. He greeted her like he always did, enthusiastically, then leaned his side on the desk and asked her and Luca what they were talking about. She sagged in relief with a smile, and from then on, they both acted like nothing happened.

***

“Good, now keep your chest up and keep your weight off your toes, I want you to drive your heels into the ground when you—yes!” Yaz clapped as Eden performed her first weighted squats with perfected technique. “Now give me nine more, don’t mess this up or else we’re adding two more sets.”

If Eden wasn’t already exhausted, she would’ve groaned at the mere thought of working out even longer. Instead, she sucked it up and focused on her technique as she finished her current set, encouraged by Yaz’s cheering.

When she finished, Yaz wrapped her fingers around the bar resting on Eden’s back and helped her rack it. She held up her hand and Eden gave her a high five, feeling proud of her progress.

“Good job, girl! Let’s go stretch on the turf.”

Eden didn’t feel as worn out as she thought she’d be as she followed Yaz, phone and water bottle in hand. As they walked across the gym, Eden heard a familiar deep voice near the mats area. Recognizing who it was, she tried convincing herself not to look, but it was too tempting.

Harry was helping a young expensive-looking woman–like most gym-goers at this five star facility do–with core exercises. The woman was on her back, gazing at Harry in a way that told Eden she wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. Harry pressed three fingers on the woman’s bare stomach. “You need to engage your abs,” he said, then brought his hands to her sides to push her down, “and make sure your lower back keeps touching the floor instead of arching.” The woman blushed at the way Harry touched her despite his intentions being completely professional. He didn’t notice, but Eden did.

Yaz sat on the fake grass, and Eden did the same, proceeding to do her regular lower body stretches the trainer taught her.

“You good?”

Eden’s face snapped towards Yaz. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, unclench your jaw.”

Eden didn’t realize how tense she was and did as her trainer said.

Yaz raised an eyebrow, looking between her friend and Harry, who was handing his client her water bottle before he made his way to the front desk, done for the day.

“I’m fine,” Eden snapped, immediately feeling bad then relieved when Yaz laughed.

“Whatever you say,” she singsonged, looking at Harry again then back to her, giving her a look that told her she’d be bringing up the topic again.

Eden didn’t realize how tense she got seeing another woman flush at the way Harry touched her, no matter how innocent his intent was. It never occurred to her that other people at the gym would find him attractive, and that his clients were close enough to him to bask in his attention.

Switching legs and leaning over to grab her foot to stretch her other hamstring, she watched Harry’s client exiting the change rooms and walking to the front of the gym. Her red hair swayed in perfect curls behind her back, her simple but clearly expensive outfit hugging her body in a way Eden found herself envying. Eden was rarely insecure about the way she looked and she taught herself to never compare herself to other people, but she couldn’t help comparing herself to this woman who was now enthusiastically chatting with Harry at the bottom of the staircase. She didn’t like the feelings that bubbled up at the sight of the woman standing so close to him. When Harry’s client finally said her goodbyes and squeezed his bicep on her way out, Eden glowered at her figure climbing the stairs to the parking lot.

Yaz’s laughter cut into the silence of their bubble. “You couldn’t be obvious even if you tried. You and Harry?”

Eden frowned. “Me and Harry what?”

Yaz narrowed her eyes, moving to a new stretch and gesturing for Eden to do the same. “Don’t play stupid with me.”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“With the way you looked like you wanted to murder that woman, I wouldn’t say that was nothing,” Yaz chuckled.

“I don’t want to murder anyone.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Eden huffed. “I’m not paying you to tease me.”

“Last time I checked, you’re not paying for this at all,” Yaz smirked. “So I’m free to tease you about your little crush on Harry as much as I want.”

Eden’s eyes comically widened. “Keep your voice down!” She whisper-yelled, quickly looking at the front desk to see if Harry or Luca heard anything. They didn’t, thankfully.

Yaz seemed way too amused at Eden’s expense. “Yeah, yeah,” she teased a blushing Eden. “Now give me more depth, girl. I thought you were supposed to be a dancer.”

Eden groaned when her trainer pushed her back to the ground to better stretch her muscles, thoughts of Harry forgotten as she focused on not pulling anything.

***

Yaz pocketed her phone. “He said he’s on his way.”

Eden nodded and went back to swiping through the array of dresses on the clothing rack. She was happy to be hanging out with Yaz outside of the gym. She came to care for her trainer and knew that they could be friends for a long time with the way they got along so well.

The girls were at the mall, waiting for Yaz’s boyfriend to drop off some coffee as they rifled through dresses for a wedding the personal trainer would attend in a week to come.

“Oh! You would look gorgeous in this.” Eden grabbed a light blue A-line dress that ended above the knee and held it in front of Yaz who looked at it curiously.

“I don’t know…”

Eden whacked her friend with the hanger and held out the dress again. “Try it on! The colour would look amazing on you.”

Yaz sighed and accepted it just as Luca appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked down and seemed to recognize who it was because she only closed her eyes with a smile and melted into him. “Hi.”

Eden’s jaw dropped. “Wait– “

“Hi, Eden,” Luca grinned.

She gasped. “You…?”

“Yeah,” Yaz giggled, meeting her boyfriend’s gaze with a loved-up smile.

“Well it’s a little too soon to tell me don’t you think?” Eden huffed.

Before the couple could reply, Eden only walked over and hugged them both at the same time. “I’m happy for you,” she pulled away beaming. “Didn’t see it coming,” she added, as she pretended to assess them like a science experiment, “but I approve.”

Luca rolled his eyes and leaned down to peck Yaz on the lips. “Didn’t get the coffee yet, I just couldn’t wait to see you. I’ll be right back,” he kissed her again before leaving the store.

Eden cooed but a blushing Yaz glared at her. “Oh, shut up.”

She only laughed and pushed her friend towards the fitting room. “Let’s go, Cinderella. I want to see you in that dress.”

Ten minutes later, Eden had flooded Yaz’s change room with dresses. She loved to play stylist when going out with friends and unfortunately for Yaz, she was Eden’s subject of the day.

Yaz opened the door for the fifth time that day with a scowl on her face. Eden looked at the dress and matched her expression.

“No,” the two girls said simultaneously, then giggled.

Yaz closed the door and Eden leaned against the wall, patiently waiting to see the next dress. A moment later, out of habit, she turned towards the full-length mirror in the stall across Yaz’s and started fixing her already tamed hair when in a flash, a man walked in behind her and closed the door, trapping them both in the room. The girl only caught a peek of his face before he grabbed her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. She gasped, trying to shove him off and after a second too long, he detached himself from her yet kept a hand on her waist.

“What the fuck?!” Her eyes were wide, chest heaving as she took in the man who took up so much of her space. “What are you doing?”

“I missed you,” he said, his hazel eyes roaming over her chest before leaning forward to kiss her again, but she turned her face, his lips landing on her cheek. “I’ve been waiting for you to get rid of your friend so I can come over.”

Eden felt like throwing up. She tried slapping his hand away from her waist but he wouldn’t relent. “Get off me!”

He frowned. “No.”

“We’re not together anymore, Will! You don’t get to do this.” Eden wanted to slap herself when her voice cracked. This was the first time she’d seen him up close in months and being this close to him brought up emotions she’d been storing away for a year. Her eyes burned with tears as she recalled what he’d done to her and how she let him mistreat her for so long. He made her happy and miserable all at once. She would never let herself go down that road again.

“But, baby—”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that,” she said, angry tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to push her way around him, but he held his ground. “Move, Will.”

His eyes darkened. “You’re mine, Eden. I’ll always be around to remind you that.”

“I haven’t been yours in a long time,” she spat, somehow looking down on him despite being much shorter. “Leave me alone.”

She tried shoving his chest, but Will caught her hand and trapped it against the wall behind her. Chest to chest, he leaned down and kissed her again, ignoring her squirming body. She was stiff, unrelenting, until she did something she knew she would hate herself for. She melted into him, and kissed him back. He tasted the way she remembered and for a moment, she pretended like nothing was wrong, like they were still together and this was one of those moments when they’d sneak off in public.

But it wasn't real. No, the reality was that she was kissing a man who she swore she would never again give the time of day. She came to her senses and pulled away but Will only followed her, reattaching their lips. Her frustration got the best of her and she did the one thing she knew would get him off her. She shoved her knee into his crotch as hard as she could.

He immediately let go as he doubled over with a loud and painful groan, hands flying to his front. “You bitch!”

Eden watched him, eyes wide like saucers as she braced herself for what he might do or say in retaliation. His hulking form was still blocking the door. Then, Yaz’s voice snapped her out of her fear.

“Eden?”

She sighed in relief. “I’m in here!”

“What is going on? Are you okay?”

Will growled, still doubled over. “She’s fine!”

“No, I’m not,” she cried out, begging Will with her eyes to let her out.

“Is that Eden?” Luca’s voice was like music to her ears. “Hey man, let her out or I’m calling security.

“Please,” she whispered but Will was already standing back up to tower over her, still wincing, and reached for the door knob. Worry was the first thing she saw in Luca’s face as Will opened the door, then recognition.

Luca’s eyes shot daggers at him. “What were you doing with her in there?” He ground out.

With the brute finally distracted, Eden shoved her way out of the stall and Yaz immediately went up to her to ask if she was okay.

Will rolled his eyes. “We were just having a little fun.”

Eden was beyond angry at that moment as she regarded the man who she thought loved her once upon a time. How dare he?

Luca shoved his finger in Will’s chest, causing her ex to stand taller but Luca was not intimidated. “If I ever see you around her—”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” Will’s entitlement radiated off him as he walked out of the fitting rooms, eyes locking with Eden’s and giving her a warning look before he disappeared around the corner.

“Who is that?” Yaz asked, dumbfounded.

“A prick, that’s what he is,” Luca said, annoyance lacing his voice.

Eden sighed, and sat on a chair against the wall. “That charming guy is my ex.”

Luca scoffed. “Charming my ass.”

“Luca!”

The man sighed, successfully scolded by his girlfriend then turned to Eden to ask softly, “Are you okay?”

Eden didn’t realize her hands were shaking until Yaz grabbed her left one, giving it a supportive squeeze. “He just ambushed me.” Her dark eyes watered as she recalled the events, suddenly being hit with what exactly had just happened.”Oh, God,” she groaned, facing away from her friends to wipe away the stubborn tears.

Yaz hugged her friend, giving her all the comfort she can.

“Do you want to go home?” Luca’s sympathetic voice asked.

Eden turned her face up to the ceiling, blinking back her tears, and exhaled loudly. She smiled at her friends. “Yes. But you two stay here, okay? Have a cute little shopping date.” She looked at her friend clad in the light blue dress she’d previously picked out. “That dress looks beautiful on you, Yaz.”

Yaz blushed, and Luca looked at his girlfriend with nothing but love.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you?”

Eden shook her head. “I just want to be alone for a bit.”

The couple walked Eden to her car and hugged her before she drove to her building.

***

The drive home left her in her thoughts and it only reignited the anger she felt towards Will. The quiet of her room and her running mind did nothing to subside her emotions. Having had enough, Eden marched to her dresser and slammed open her drawer, pulling out a pair of leggings and a t-shirt.

She barely remembered the drive to the gym until she cut the engine. The lot was empty save for two cars. The stairs seemed to shine under the artificial light as she jogged down to the ladies’ room to drop off her bag. Phone, earphones, and bottle in hand, Eden was on her way to warm up on a treadmill when a sight she was not prepared for stopped her in her tracks.

Harry’s brown hair was pushed back with a few fallen strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheen of sweat seemed to cover his whole body, she noticed, as her eyes landed on his bulging biceps that contracted with every EZ bar curl he did. His shirt strained against the flexing muscles, the face of sheer concentration and determination had her bring her hand to her mouth to make sure no drool had escaped, because frankly, she’d never witnessed something so erotic. She debated whether she should go up to him and say 'hi’ but decided she didn’t want to interrupt his workout.

After wiping down the treadmill, Eden walked over to the barbell area, and loaded up her weight. The first set went smoothly, and as she dropped the bar to catch her breath, she jumped at the sight of Harry’s reflection standing behind her. “Were you enjoying the view?”

He flushed. “No.”

She bit her lip, eyes fixated on his adorable dimple. “Hi, Harry.”

“Hey,” he smiled.

She looked at him expectantly and he seemed to remember where he was. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, was going to ask if I can give you some pointers.”

She felt a blush creep up her neck and he quickly clarified. “Your technique is good. I just think a little adjustment can allow you to benefit more. Deadlifts can be a little complex.”

Never one to miss out on a learning opportunity, Eden nodded. “Sure.”

He pointed at the bar. “May I?”

She stepped back, allowing him to take her place in front of the weight. She couldn’t resist dropping her gaze to his ass for a second as he bent forward to grab the bar.

“So, when you bend down, I want you to bring your hips further back. Like this.” He proceeded to execute a perfect deadlift, leaning forward with just the right precision and driving his feet into the ground as he went back up. “You’re working more your quads than your glutes when you bring you bum lower than it should be.”

Eden nodded, and Harry moved out of the way to let her practice. After watching her do a few repetitions he stepped forward. Eden was not expecting him to touch her, but when his hands landed on her hips, she felt all the blood rush to her face. She stopped at the top, barbell still in her sweaty palms, wanting to ask what he was doing. It was quite a bold move to make without asking her first, and had any other guy done that, she would have given him an earful. But it was Harry, and this was his job.

“Keep going,” he encouraged her.

Wordlessly, Eden started bending back down and with the pressure of Harry’s hands on her hips, he guided them to make sure she was executing the move well. He led her with the next couple repetitions, until the pressure of his hands started easing up as she got the hang of the movements.

Finally, she dropped the bar a little too ungracefully. “Like that?” She breathed.

Harry gulped and reluctantly removed his hands off her body. “Yeah. You got it.”

She made eye contact with his mirror reflection. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He cleared his throat, suddenly finding his Nikes very interesting.

“I’m just…”

“Oh, um, yeah. Of course, I’ll uh–I’ll let you finish. I’ll just be over there if you need anything.”

She couldn’t help but giggle. He was being cute and bashful, a side of him she hadn’t seen in the past weeks they’d known each other. Seeing her laugh made him smile. “Have a good workout, Eden.”

She watched him walk away, lips twitching, and as he started setting up the cable machine for whatever exercise he was going to do next, he looked at her and winked when he noticed her staring. Her smile only grew.

An hour later, Eden was stretching out her sore legs on the mats, wincing every time she tested her flexibility’s limits. Her olive skin was flushed with sweat from the brutal workout she put herself through, but it seemed to do the trick because Will wasn’t even on her mind anymore. Instead, a certain green-eyed man had taken his place and she only wanted to roll her eyes at herself every time she blushed just from looking at him. At one point, he’d almost dropped a dumbbell on his feet when he caught her staring. The memory made her laugh softly to herself.

“What are you laughing at?”

She watched him drop down to sit next to her. “Nothing,” she smiled, eyes unwillingly dropping to his swollen chest.

“So why are you here? It’s the first time I see you working out so late.”

Her smile disappeared as the memory of Will flew to the front of her mind. “Just stressed out, I guess.”

“Is that so?”

She looked up at him and nodded.

“Are you still stressed?”

Eden’s eyes hadn’t left his as she thought about the question. Was she still stressed? Yes. But the workout had worked away her anger and his presence seemed to calm her.

“I…I don’t know.”

Harry scanned her face, not liking the sight of the lines between her eyebrows or the downturn of her lips. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Eden’s heart began to pound. Every emotion she’d suppressed, not only from the day, but from the previous year which consisted of her trying to get over her heartbreak, started to resurface. She was confused and panicked but tried not to show it. Instead, as she watched him–the compassionate look in his eyes, his hair pushed back with a red bandana, and the array of random tattoos that seemed to flow together–she felt like she didn’t deserve the open look on his face and the kindness that flowed out of him and his desire to make sure she was alright. She didn’t know how overwhelmed she’d truly been until all inhibitions left her body as she surged forward and connected their lips in a slow kiss.

Harry’s hand immediately flew up to cup her cheek, angling her head in order to kiss her properly, the way he’d been wanting to since the first day she’d walked into that gym. She tasted like the watermelon energy drink she’d been carrying around the past hour and he decided it was his favourite drink as she teased his lip with her tongue, wanting to deepen the kiss. He wanted to, he really did, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen.

He pulled back. “Stop.”

“Harry, I… I’m so sorry.” Tears lined her eyes as shame coursed through her full-force. What the hell was she thinking?

He quickly shook his head and cupped her face in his hands, looking into her eyes. “I want to, God do I want to. But I really like you,” he admitted.

She inhaled sharply. “Harry—”

“I want to do this the right way. I want to take you out, get to know you. I want to see where this could go. You and I.”

Eden’s first thought was yes. She wanted to kiss him again, to feel his lips on hers again. He made her feel on fire in the best way possible every time he touched her, she’d never felt more herself than when she was around Harry and she wanted nothing more than to tell him. But then she thought over today’s events and the horrible relationship with Will that led up to it. He was still in the picture in ways she didn’t have a choice in. She’d noticed him around a few times, wether it was a few tables down from where she studied at the library or across the hall as she left her classes. She was never too alarmed at the fact that he seemed to be everywhere but today’s events made her keep her guard up a little higher. Will’s possessive words ‘You’re mine, Eden. I’ll always be around to remind you that’ rang in her head over and over again, she didn’t know what he was capable of. How would he react if he found out that she one day belonged to someone else? That she had moved on and was giving herself to someone that wasn’t him. Eden didn’t want to think of the consequences this could have on her or on Harry.

She looked down at her hands. “I can’t.”

The look of hurt that crossed his face made Eden want to hide forever. “What do you mean you can’t?

“I mean… I’m not ready. I just can’t right now. Please, you have to understand.”

“I don’t get it. The looks you give me, the flirting… What was all that?”

Her eyes burned. Eden never meant to lead him on the way she did. In fact, she knew she wouldn’t be ready for a relationship any time soon, but out of pure selfishness, she let herself become fond of Harry. And now, not only was she denying him, but she was also denying herself any sort of potential they’d have together. She never hated Will more than she did at this moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Harry sighed and reached over and squeezed her hand in understanding. She savoured the feeling of his touch before he abruptly stood up and walked away.

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whittakerjodie · 3 years

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The Carriage Ride (13th Doctor X Reader)

For: The wonderful Jenny, @myghostmonument , as part of the secret Santa exchange for the Thirsting For Thirteen server.

Words: 2.4k

A/N: Happy secret Santa, Jenny! I am so glad to know you and have the privilege of writing a piece for you <3 I hope that you enjoy this and the funny little alien names!

“Wish we could’ve arrived with the first snowfall,” The Doctor said sadly.

The two of you had decided to take a solo trip together. Yaz was feeling a bit tired and needed to see her sister for a bit. There was an opportunity for you, too, to take a small break on Earth. But the idea of spending time with the Doctor one-on-one was much more appealing than the pulls of daily life.

“I think it’s alright, still,” You said, defending your current scenario. The planet where you’d landed was still absolutely stunning. Even with a couple inches of snow covering most features, it was easy to appreciate that which you could see. The sky was a light lavender, darkest in the areas where there were clouds. Delicate flecks of snow fluttered to the ground, adding to the previously built layers.

It was beautiful, and you were happy to be there. The Doctor had explained the planet and it’s fun little backstory on the ride over, but truthfully, you’d not been paying attention. You knew it was Christmas, or at the very least a Christmas-adjacent holiday for the locals. The aesthetic certainly fit the bill, something you were sure was what persuaded the Doctor to bring you there.

“Yeah?” the Doctor asked, seeking a little extra validation. You nodded, giving it to her easily. She certainly deserved it, after the tough time you’d all had recently. “Well, good. There’s tons to do here. Hot cocoa- or, something that tastes like it at least. Sledding, carriage rides…”

“Oooh, like a horse drawn carriage?” You asked. The Doctor nodded. She stepped closer to you, linking her arm through yours as she led you towards an unknown destination.

“Not horse drawn, qauwukdeen drawn!” she said cheerfully. You scoffed.

“Say that five times fast.” When the Doctor opened her mouth, you clarified: “not actually, just a funny name. So what do they look like.”

“Like horses.” The Doctor replied bluntly. You laughed.

“So, just horses with a funny name then. Interesting.”

Despite their format matching that of an Earth horse, the creatures still deviated in appearance. It’s mane seemed to be a collage of differently colored tentacles, all twisting and flowing with a mind of their own, without consideration for the wind. It was beautiful, like watching a rainbow solidify and dance. It’s hair was a mint green, mixing nicely with the snow it was walking through. There was only one per carriage, but the Doctor explained that the qauwukdeen were born with an immense strength. Pulling a carriage solo would be the equivalent of a feather for the creature.

It was a few minutes wait so that the qauwukdeen could eat a nice meal, but you didn’t mind. The Doctor's arm was still linked with yours, which was a welcomed, warm presence. Other couples smiled at you as they passed on their way to other festivities. Your face warmed then, too. Other couples. Implying that you and the Doctor were one.

Eventually, it was your turn to go on the carriage ride. You winced when you saw how big the step up was. Luckily, the Doctor was more than willing to help. Standing behind you, she gently set both of her hands on your waist. You jumped a little at the blazing hot, unexpected contact. The Doctor didn’t seem to notice your blip. If she did, she only used it to her advantage to successfully lift you up into the carriage.

Feeling bold and as if you should return the favor, you offered your hand to the timelord once you were in your seat. She accepted it with a wide grin, leaving her hand in yours once she was able to pull herself up. The two of you sat comfortably in the carriage, and it began to pull you off into the luscious, thick forest. It was rather dark, but the moonlight reflected on the snow to provide enough visibility. You gasped as the qauwukdeen pulled you farther and farther away from the town, giving you a tour of the incredible mountain passes that surrounded it. The landscape was beyond incredible. The Doctor was a little bit more relaxed, being accustomed to alien scenery.

Unfortunately, the relaxation didn’t last long. Almost a half an hour into the ride, you suddenly felt tense. By that point, you’d naturally gravitated towards the Doctor and were leaning your weight into her. Because of this, she could feel your tension. She pulled back, frowning. “What’s wrong?” She asked. You shrugged, looking at the scenery around you. Everything just suddenly seemed a little darker, a little colder. Interestingly enough, the qauwukdeen seemed to share your feelings. It slowed it’s pace ever so slightly. The decrease in footfall made it easier for you to pick up on the new movements. Something was coming out of the forest, towards you.

Even your high nerves paled in comparison to those of the qauwukdeen, which began to buck and cry out, fighting to get away from whatever mysterious creature was approaching. Unfortunately, it was partially attached to the carriage. While it attempted escape, it took you with it, throwing you into a sequence of movements that could only be described as chaos.

Your stomach swung in time with the carriage as you were thrown from side to side, the qauwukdeen taking off at a breakneck pace. The Doctor tried to grab onto you to stabilize both of your movements, but it was no use. The carriage, in the midst of moving so chaotically, suddenly collided with one of the many thick trees of the forest. You let out a loud yelp as you were tossed from your seat into the snow. It was a soft landing, thankfully, but the cold was jarring nonetheless.

You spat the snow out of your mouth with a disgusted groan, shifting your wait so that you were sitting upward. Unfortunately, the movement seemed to connect something in your body and you were suddenly aware of an intense pain in your foot. Hissing, you tried to bring it closer as some form of comfort to yourself. It did nothing to ease the pain.

You could hear more footsteps on snow, drawing closer, and were very happy to note that it was the Doctor coming towards you. Her face was contorted with concern, snow falling off of her as she ran to meet you on the ground.

“Alright?” She asked, brushing some of the snow off you. As the pain began to spread, you shook your head quickly. The Doctor carefully inspected your foot with a deep frown. “Not broken, thankfully, but it went through quite a bit in the crash.”

“What about you?” You asked. Then, you gasped when your eyes fell on a large mark on her face. “Amazing, actually, considering. Don’t worry about the face, just the qauwukdeen panicking a little. They’re alright, more worried about getting home on time for a visit with their son. You mind if I pick you up?”

“Pick…” You trailed off, cheeks warming hot enough to melt the snowflakes resting on them. She was only offering because of your foot, you told yourself. Shakily, you answered “Sure.”

The Doctor awkwardly eased her arms underneath your body, one supporting your back and the other your legs. As she pulled you both upward, you found yourself pressed tightly against her. She seemingly took little note of the close proximity, carrying you back over to the site of the crash. You gasped, a short cloud of breath breaking through the cold winter air. The carriage was in ruins; the qauwukdeen was staring down at the splintered wood, uninjured.

“No chance of fixing the carriage I reckon” The Doctor said. Your eyes widened; You had felt the words vibrate in her chest as they moved through the air. It was a feeling you loved and tucked away in your mind to cherish later. “We’ll have to hitch a ride back on Justine, and I can pay for the damages when we get there”

By now, the pair of you were right next to the creature, who was apparently known as “Justine?”

“Yup, that's their name! Don’t worry about not knowing it, they say they only give it out to the “cool” customers. Guess we fall under that criteria!” You chuckled lightly and reached out to pet Justine's incredible mane, shivering at the odd sensation as the tentacle-like strands ran through your fingers. Justine made an appreciative noise, and the Doctor smiled down at you.

“Are you comfortable sitting in the back? That way I can have better control. You can hang on to me if you need.”

“Yeah, that’s fine” The Doctor, already holding you up, used it to her advantage and lifted you onto Justine’s back easily. There was a slight strain on your foot still, but not enough for it to be unbearable. Still, when you winced, the Doctor paused and stared for a good long moment. You smiled a little to let her know she didn’t have to worry, and she unfroze. It was easy enough to believe that the Doctor had previous riding experience, as she easily climbed utop Justine and grasped her reins.

Your hands stayed down by your side, despite the Doctor’s offer to hang on to her. It felt a little too intimate, too close. Because you weren’t hanging on, the Doctor took things easy and Justine moved slowly back towards town. It was comfortable, and gave you enough time to appreciate the scenery even more. However, due to the speed, it was taking a lot longer to get back into town. The later into the night it got, the heavier your eyelids grew and the more effort it took to hold up your body.

After your third loud yawn, the Doctor reached back and calmly grasped your arms, leading them to rest around her waist. It drew your entire body closer to her, until your full weight relied on her strong figure. The warmth that greeted you as your head naturally tucked into the crook of her neck was unparalleled. Although the entire situation was designed to pull you into rest, it instead made you awaken further. As Justine picked up a little speed, you dedicated your time to memorizing the contour of your shape against hers.

Parting with Justine was a little bittersweet, but there was no time for goodbyes. According to the Doctor, they were 10 minutes late to go see their son. The Doctor apologized, and the qauwukdeen ran off as soon as their gear was removed. Other qauwukdeen’s followed as the carriage rides ended for the night. The Doctor paid for the damages to the carriage, despite the owners reassurances. Then, she turned back to you. For the last few minutes, you’d been sitting on one of the town's benches, waiting for business to wrap up.

“You sit tight, yeah? I’ll bring the TARDIS ‘round” You nodded happily, watching her disappear. Your body was still buzzing from the contact, every molecule asking whether there was more to come. Truthfully, you didn’t know. Certainly, things felt a little close the whole night, but there was still a giant chasm to cross. Telling anyone that you loved them was hard, but it was exponentially worse when that certain someone was an immortal time travelling alien that seemed to be operating on a different plane of existence at all times.

Just when you thought you were resolved to stay silent forever, the familiar Vwhorp, Vwhorp sounded. Blue walls began to appear around you. It was home, now. And the best feature of that home was standing just ahead of you, finishing up her work at the console. The lights of the TARDIS casted a warm glow over her head, and the cold you’d faced throughout the day was suddenly forgotten entirely. There was simply no way to keep silent. At least not entirely.

The Doctor helped you off the bench, not caring that she had stolen it from the quaint little town. “Feeling better dear?”

“Yeah, a lot better” Your blood rushed a little as the two of you casually moved past the word dear.

After telling her you were more awake then before, the Doctor had brought you to the TARDIS library for some more relaxation. Once you were settled on the couch she created a large fire, shutting out any cold that might remain. Then, she took a seat next to you. You stared at her for a moment, before your eyes drifted to her hand, which rested against her thigh.

She perked up a little, considering her hand in yours. “Doctor,” You murmured. “You know that I appreciate you, don’t you?”

Her eyes brightened, and she set her other hand on top of your conjoined ones, monopolizing the gesture. “I appreciate you too, Y/N. Where’s this coming from?”

“Doesn’t come from anywhere or- well, maybe it just comes from everywhere” You admitted. Be brave, you whispered in your head. “All of these adventures… I love it. I love-”

“I love you too” The Doctor broke through your courageous admittance. Her eyes widened a little, then a lot. “Was that not-”

Her hands began to slip away from yours, and you grasped them even tighter. “Doctor! You love me?”

You both stared at one another, neither sure of what to say. The Doctor seemed more shocked then you, like she hadn’t been planning her words like you had. Her lifetimes of skills kicked in, though, as she pulled your hand up to her mouth and kissed the back of it gently.

“I do love you,” She whispered softly, caressing the spot where she’d left a kiss with her thumb. “If that’s alright, I mean.”

“Of course it’s alright, “ You laughed breathlessly. “Doctor, I love you too.”

“Oh, Y/N,” She sighed. “You don’t know what it means for me to hear that.”

You grinned, moving forward to embrace her in full. She accepted the hug, her head nestling against your shoulder.

“You know, earlier, when you were holding on to me… I kept wondering if I’d ever get a chance to hold you like that” Her arms wrapped around you a little tighter, like she was afraid you’d slip away if she didn’t keep you secured. “Now I know what it feels like.”

She said it so relieved, like she’d been waiting centuries, eons, just to have you there in her arms. The two of you leaned your full weight into one another, burying yourselves in the knowledge that you both felt the same: warm, safe, and most importantly, loved.

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another-doctor-who-blog · 3 years

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25. playfully biting someone for thirteen and maybe Yaz?

Hello, and thanks for the ask!!

Please accept this humble offering. I had a hard time coming up with a situation in which playful biting occurs naturally, so here, have....whatever this is. I hope you like it!!

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"Why can't you just run the decontamination program?" The Doctor asks, for the third time, making a frustrated hand gesture towards the TARDIS. Her tone of voice has been getting increasingly more annoyed during the last fifteen minutes, and the fact that she only seems to get a very passive humming sound from the TARDIS in response doesn't exactly help.

Yaz takes a very deep breath, mentally preparing herself for another round of this very one-sided argument. They were on some supposedly harmless moon, the Doctor had wanted to show her some cool plants or something - and now the TARDIS didn't let her back in. The Doctor had walked straight into the path of an exploding plant, leaving her pretty much covered in blue-tinted and slightly glowing slime.

"It's just a bit of pollen!" The Doctor continues, dismissively, "I've brought in worse things!"

Even Yaz can feel the TARDIS glare back at the Doctor.

She sighs. "You are covered in slime." Yaz points out, "No wonder she doesn't want that inside."

"Pollen." The Doctor corrects dismissively, without looking at her. "And it's harmless."

"It's messy."

The TARDIS whirs, and Yaz hopes that it means the ship is agreeing with her. She didn't actually understand the telepathic communication that well, but it felt pretty clear what the TARDIS's opinion was on this.

"Please just leave your jacket. Or wash it or something." Yaz tries, and the Doctor looks extremely offended at the thought.

"No."

"I don't think the TARDIS is going to let you in like that."

"I'll think of something."

Yaz sighs again. "And how long is that going to take? I don't want to stay out here all night."

The Doctor shrugs with one shoulder, still staring at the TARDIS. "You're free to go inside." She says, squinting her eyes at the ship a little, "She let you in, no problem."

"I'm not going to leave you out here alone."

"I'd be fine. This is a very safe moon. There's hardly any predators. I've spent the night in worse places."

"Hardly any?" Yaz asks, before she can stop herself.

The Doctor brushes off the question with a lazy wave of her hand. "Nothing's poisonous, there's nothing that would try to eat me, and there aren't even any annoying bugs, the temperatures are alright. Pretty good place for camping, actually."

"And you're just...okay with being covered in slime? That's not a problem at all?"

"Pollen. And it'll dry."

"You think the TARDIS will let you in when it's dry?" Yaz asks, slightly suspicious.

The Doctor shrugs. "We'll see."

Then, she turns to look at Yaz, and gives her a smile that looks surprisingly real for someone who's mostly covered in blue alien slime.

Yaz resists the urge to roll her eyes. "Or you could just take off your jacket, and wash it in the river."

Truthfully, Yaz wasn't sure if the nearby river was any cleaner than the pollen that the Doctor had gotten all over herself, but it seemed like a pretty good bet. At least it looked clean.

"Nah." The Doctor answers, and then shakes her arm, causing some of the goo to fall to the ground. "No need. It's starting to dry already."

"Doctor." Yaz says, tired.

"Yaz."

"Please just wash the jacket."

"I'd need to empty out my pockets. That would take ages."

"And waiting for that to dry doesn't?"

The Doctor shrugs again, and Yaz groans quietly.

Then, she takes a deep breath and takes a step towards the Doctor. "I'll do it for you."

She tries to grab her jacket, despite the slightly disgusting goo covering it (harmless, the Doctor had said it was harmless-) but she steps out of the way in one surprisingly fluid motion.

The Doctor takes a few steps away.

Yaz suppresses the urge to groan again.

"Come on. Seriously?"

The Doctor doesn't answer, but Yaz could swear she smirks a little.

And then the Doctor runs away.

After a single second of surprise, Yaz follows her.

It doesn't take her long to catch up and get a grip on the Doctor.

"Are you doing this just to be annoying?" Yaz asks, mostly rhetorically. She has both of the Doctor's wrists behind her back, now, and she's putting up surprisingly little fight. Yaz is pretty sure she could twist her way out of this if she wanted - the Doctor seemed to be superhumanly strong, sometimes - but Yaz decides to take this small victory nevertheless.

"I just don't want to ruin my jacket. Dimensional engineering doesn't do well with water. I put a lot of work into these pockets, you know."

On purpose or not, the Doctor had run to the river, and they were now right at the shore, which seemed convenient. Yaz needs to watch her step to not accidentally fall into the water (and to her annoyance, the Doctor seems to have no problem maintaining her balance).

The water isn't deep, and the stream looks pretty calm, actually, but Yaz would rather not get her shoes wet.

"It's already ruined! It's covered in slime!"

"Pollen."

Yaz gathers both of the Doctor's wrists on one hand. It takes a little effort, but she manages. The Doctor is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, and Yaz doesn't mind. She takes the opportunity to grab the Doctor's shoulder and try to peel off the jacket.

Which is when the Doctor bites her in the arm.

Yaz yelps in surprise, and lets go of her.

The Doctor stumbles into the river.

"You bit me!" Yaz says, stating the obvious, surprised and a little bit shocked.

The Doctor stands up - the water is barely to her waist - and shakes herself like a dog.

"You dropped me into a river!" She counters, sounding equally disappointed.

"Yeah, because you bit me!"

The Doctor lets out a frustrated huff of air, and then looks down, gathering up the loose fabric of her coat and wringing out some of the water.

Most, if not all, of the slime seems to have melted into the water, and Yaz quietly takes that as a win.

The Doctor climbs out of the river, and Yaz offers her a hand. She takes it silently, gets up, and then shakes herself again, getting little droplets of water all over Yaz. At this point, she doesn't even bother to say anything about it. At least it's water and not slime.

The Doctor sticks her hands into her pockets with a thoughtful look on her face. "Oh, good. the dimensional bridges didn't warp." She says, and it sounds like that's probably a good thing.

"None of my stuff got wet." She continues, and starts to walk back towards the TARDIS.

Yaz shakes off the rest of her surprise, and rushes to walk after her. "I'm sorry, do you just bite people now?"

The Doctor turns around, now looking at Yaz and walking backwards.

Then, she smiles.

"When it suits me."

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riversofmars · 3 years

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The Doctor visiting River at Luna University?

Thank you for a brilliant prompt, I love doing bits with River at Uni! I’m actually doing two chapters worth of uni stuff, so here is the first one! <3

Rating: General

Word Count: 1800

Part of the Big, Vast, Complicated and Ridiculous series!

Luna University Part I

Reluctantly, the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, ready to face another disappointment. She found herself in what looked like a living room. It was warm and comfortable. There was soft music playing and shadows danced across the walls with the movement of the flames from an open fire.

“Hello Sweetie.“ River’s voice was soft, yet it startled the Doctor. She looked around to the sofa across from the fireplace. River gave her a loving smile as she took a sip from her wine glass.

“Finally.“ The Doctor breathed as her heart swelled at the warmth in her wife’s expression.

“Are you quite alright, my Love?“ River asked while the Doctor made her way over. She halted by the side of the sofa. The coffee table in front of her was covered in books, notes and essays. This was Professor River Song, the Doctor realised, in her time teaching at Luna University. “Sweetie?“ River tilted her head, drawing her attention when she didn’t receive an answer.

“I’ve just…“ The Doctor didn’t know what to say. She looked to River who was just putting her red marker pen down. She was lounging comfortably on the sofa, glass of red wine in hand, a silky dressing gown wrapped around her tightly… she’d hardly ever seen her wife look so… peaceful. It was such a stark contrast to the River she had encountered moments ago. River waited patiently for her to say something and the Doctor felt herself chocking up. Without thinking about it, she got onto the sofa with her, climbed on top of her wife and wrapped her arms around her middle. River chuckled a little, the Doctor didn’t usually seek closeness like this, but when her wife rested her head against her chest, she realised it was what she needed.

“Anything you’d care to talk about?“ River asked softly. She put her wine glass down and wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. Idly she started running her fingers through her silky hair, soothing and loving and the Doctor felt herself relaxing, melting into her touch. She closed her eyes, focusing on her other senses instead. The soft and soothing classical tones in the background, River’s curls tickling her face, the steady beating of River’s hearts, the faint smell of her perfume, her arms firm around her. The Doctor squeezed her eyes shut more tightly as she felt tears welling up in them.

“I don’t know… I… the timelines…“ She whispered in response to her wife’s question.

“You know I’m not putting any of this in the Diary, Darling, you told me not to, remember?“ River hummed and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“I don’t actually… Haven’t done that yet.“ The Doctor replied weakly and River chuckled a little.

“Well, you will.“ She assured her, playing with her hair.

“I just miss you so much.“ The Doctor confessed clinging to her more tightly.

“Did something happen?“ River asked brushing her hair back, taking her face in her hands to make her look up. The Doctor did, reluctantly, as River searched her eyes for clues as to what was going on with her.

She wanted to tell her everything. Everything the Timelords had done to her. What the Master had done to Gallifrey. Tell her about her imprisonment, her struggle for her identity. About not knowing who she was or where she was going or where to even start to get answers. She wanted to tell her about her self doubts, about the terrible things she had done and how she felt herself slipping away. About the anger that was eating at her… But when she looked in River’s eyes, seeing the love, adoration and warmth reflected back at her, she just couldn’t bring herself to. She didn’t want to disappoint her, to worry her, in this perfectly still moment.

“When I’m with you, I feel like I can carry the weight of the universe on my shoulders.“ The Doctor whispered, her voice thick with emotion and River looked back at her full of surprise at the touching confession. The Doctor wasn’t usually one for confessions of love so it struck her as even more extraordinary… and concerning.

“You don’t need me for that, that’s all you.“ River smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

“I don’t think that’s true anymore…“ The Doctor gave her a sad smile and rested her head back on her chest, listening to the soothing double beat of her hearts again. She was warm, alive and real. At this point in time at least.

“Then you’re an idiot.“ River huffed, clearly not taking her very seriously at all. “You’re the Doctor. When have you ever been reliant on anyone?“ She trailed her finger tips up her arm. The Doctor gave a sort of bitter laugh.

“So much of what I do, what I have done… was to be the person you wanted me to be.“ She sighed. She had thought a lot about it the past nineteen years and one fundamental truth remained: her name was a promise to live up to, an ideal, an impossible goal. It was like striving for perfection and falling short, even on her best day. But sometimes, people around her made her better, made her want to try harder, and through them, she got a little closer to being the Doctor. No-one more so than her wife. “To you, I’m the Doctor. Your Doctor… Righteous, clever, funny, brave, always doing the right thing, never giving up… in a word, perfect…“ There was an incredible sadness in her voice that shook River to the core.

“Doctor, I…“ She started but the Doctor interrupted her softly:

“No, it’s true. That’s how you’ve always seen me and I have tried so hard not to disappoint you. And then, at Demon’s Run… that’s when I realised how I am perceived, how you perceived me… it changed me, made me better, but now…“ Not only did she feel like she had gone back on all the progress she’d made but she’d drifted further from the ideal than ever before.

“I don’t expect you to be perfect, Doctor, I never have and you are far from it. And that’s fine, that’s good.“ River said softy as she placed another kiss on top of her head. She nuzzled into her hair and continued: “It’s hard enough trying to keep up with an immortal being of legend, imagine the pressure if you were flawless, too, because I’m far from it.“ She chuckled, seemingly trying to make light of it.

“River…“ The Doctor launched a weak protest. She just didn’t seem to understand, how could she not understand this most fundamental truth at the heart of their relationship?

“Sweetie, whatever it is, whatever you’ve done… it’s okay. Sometimes you’re faced with impossible choices… and the very fact that you’re beating yourself up about it shows that you haven’t strayed far from the path at all, don’t you see?“ The Doctor didn’t know how to respond, but she remembered the future River that she had visited at the Library saying the same. She’d probably thought back to this conversation and it made the Doctor smile a little. She had been one - and perhaps several - steps ahead of her, as usual. “Whatever it is.“ River demanded her attention again, running her hand through her hair. “I forgive you, if that helps.“

“You do?“ The Doctor looked up, surprised at the strange relief her words brought her. River didn’t even know what she had done, surely she could tell from her behaviour that it was something very bad, and yet, without question she forgave her. Placing a trust in her that made her hearts a little lighter.

“Maybe you just needed to hear someone say that?“ River asked, seeing the relief reflected back at her.

“I love you, River. I’m so sorry to have disappointed you.“ The Doctor whispered and River cupped her face, trailing her thumb over her cheek.

“I don’t even know what you’re sorry for. But it’s okay. I love you… I’d probably still love you, even if you’d wiped out half the galaxy.“ She replied, her sincerity turning to a chuckle halfway through.

“I didn’t do that.“ The Doctor huffed with a roll of her eyes.

“Well then, we’re all good then, aren’t we.“ River winked and pressed her lips to hers in a reassuring, yet tender kiss.

“I’m so happy to have found you again…“ The Doctor whispered as she rested her forehead against hers.

“Now that you have… Care to spend the night?“ River smirked, her tone turning sultry upon sensing her wife had gotten through the worst of it. She hooked her finger around one of her yellow braces, pulling them playfully.

“That sounds like a very good idea.“ The Doctor grinned, excitement sweeping through her as she felt lighter than she had in a while. She pushed her hands into River’s curls and kissed her more deeply.

——

The next morning came all too soon and with a reminder: “Don’t be late.“ Was all Yaz’s text read and the Doctor knew she had a promise to keep. She had been so relieved that at least Yaz wanted to keep travelling with her, so she really shouldn’t be standing her up. Even though technically, she could keep jumping through time endlessly and still return to Sheffield on time, she knew she had postponed her journey for too long, taking detours to avoid the lingering questions.

“Mind doing me a favour, Sweetie?“ River asked before the Doctor could bid her goodbye.

“Anything.“ The Doctor smiled as she wrapped her arms around her, inhaling her perfume once more for good measure. She felt a lot calmer now. She knew she would see River again. Maybe not in this time and place but eventually. There was no need for lengthy goodbyes.

“I’ve finished writing my Master’s thesis, could you pop it by my younger self?“ River pointed to a pile of papers on the coffee table as she let go of her.

“Oh my God, are you serious?“ The Doctor exclaimed and her face fell.

“I can’t cross my own time stream and I already know you did, so…“ River gave her a wink.

“You do?“ The Doctor rolled her eyes.

“Well, looking back now, yes. At the time I just thought you were a very cute graduate that wanted to help me out.“ River revealed as she went to pick up the precious pages.

“Did you know it was me?“ The Doctor frowned, realising how early in her timeline they were talking about.

“You never said at the time.“ River recalled and the Doctor sighed:

“Oh great…“

“Doesn’t mean you won’t have fun though.“ River smirked, bopping her nose.

Perhaps one more trip before heading back to Sheffield…

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capybaraonabicycle · 3 years

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A Family Wedding - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jenny meets her mums’ friends and the wedding is drawing to an end

Warnings: Some innuendo and the dagger makes another appearance, also consummation of alcohol

Words: ~3000

AO3

Eventually, they made their way back to the party. The Doctor wanted to introduce her daughter to some of her friends and the Ponds had agreed that her and River couldn’t completely ignore their duty as hosts. Thus, Jenny spent the rest of the very long night talking to an endless number of people who were important to her mum in one way or another.

Bill and Heather immediately decided they were basically cousins and had to get together for space trips some time. Bill wrote her number onto a napkin and made Jenny promise she would get a phone so they could stay in contact. She also talked a lot about the eyebrows-version of her mum, saying it was a shame Jenny missed him. But at least now she got two badass mums and according to Bill, that was pretty perfect when it came to parents.

Missy, her mum’s best woman, casually mentioned she should abduct Jenny, as it would be the perfect leverage over her mum. This remark made Amy threaten her with the cake knife while Rory protectively put his arms around Jenny. Missy made a point of ignoring Jenny’s grandparents, promising Jenny would meet one of her regenerations again soon.

“Your mum is obsessed with me, Honeybunch” she said, trailing her nails over the blade of Amy’s knife thoughtfully, “I’m sure she will come running again with you in tow to foil my next brilliant plan. She can’t let me be on my own for a second. It’s quite embarrassing, really.”

She gave a little dramatic sigh at this, pushing the knife away to move past Jenny. “She just loves me so much.”

Kate Lethbridge-Stewart and Petronella Osgood were luckily part of an earlier version of UNIT than the one, Jenny had enraged. They were fascinated by her and she had to describe in great detail how the machine worked that had birthed her.

“Now, Kate” the Doctor warned her when she walked by and overheard, “Don’t you dare try building that device. I will come and destroy it, I promise you.”

Prompted by Jenny’s heartbroken gaze she explained why she was against the machine, recounting how it had been used to produce soldiers, dispensable to die in a day.

“Maybe I should build one then, the next time you are not traceable, Doctor” Kate joked to the Doctor’s affront, “Just so you’ll come running.”

Clara tried teaching Jenny the names of her Gallifreyan relatives. Apparently, she had met some of the Doctor’s family when she had been something she called an ‘echo’. It was quite confusing, really, because the Doctor kept contradicting her and neither of them were really sure how many siblings, nieces and nephews Jenny had in total. It was still great fun to see them argue whether the people they remembered actually existed and how they were related to her.

Captain Jack Harkness got as far as introducing himself to Jenny, when the Doctor already shot in between them.

“Back off my daughter, Jack” she growled, pressing both her palms into his chest to physically keep him from touching Jenny.

“Your daughter?” Jack asked, his eyebrows wandering up to his hairline.

“My daughter, Jenny” her mum presented proudly, just to return to her strict voice the next second, “And you are not to flirt with her.”

“I was just saying ‘hello’!” Jack complained which made her almost strangle him.

“Ianto Jones” the man next to Jack presented himself to Jenny very softly, considering the wrestling couple with quiet confusion and some distress, “His boyfriend.”

“Ah” Jenny said, grimacing, “So sorry for this.”

That made Ianto smile.

“Right back at you” he murmured.

Martha and Mickey found Jenny, when she was sharing a piece of wedding cake with River, expressing their relief that Jenny seemed welcome in the family. They talked about Donna for a while and Jenny learned that their friend had lost her memories after saving the Earth from Daleks.

Her mum recounted how when the Doctor first met her, Donna had been there, too. They exchanged a few stories about her, unanimously deciding they would have loved to know her better. Martha and Mickey said they sometimes checked up on her.

"Only from afar, though" Martha sighed. "She can't see us or else her memories might get triggered."

She and Mickey then told Jenny about their job, how they were freelancers now, hunting hostile aliens.

"Sounds fun" River commented and Jenny had to agree.

"You could join us some time" Martha offered, "Both of you."

"Really?" Jenny asked delightedly, grabbing River's arm in excitement.

"Of course" Mickey grinned, "It always pays to have some backup."

They added their phone number to Bill’s on the napkin and promised to let Jenny know the next time they had an interesting assignment.

“How is everyone immediately adopting me?” Jenny asked Yaz, Ryan and Graham, when they had proclaimed her part of the ‘fam’ as soon as they heard she was the Doctor’s daughter.

She had already gotten the invite to travel with Bill and Heather, Clara and Me and to live with her grandparents, Martha and Mickey, Jack and Ianto, Sarah Jane Smith and even the Paternoster Gang, although she had tried to avoid them after the pudding incident.

"The Doctor is family" Ryan shrugged. "Which means you're family, too."

The other two nodded in agreement.

“And we all know you can use the support with her being your mother” Ryan continued with a low chuckle, and Jenny stared at him with wide eyes.

“It’s nothing bad” he hurried to appease, “The Doctor’s great, she’s just…”

“The Doctor” Graham finished, and Ryan nodded as if all was said now.

“She’s a little chaotic” Yaz tried to explain.

Graham snorted, “Yeah, right, a little.”

“And irresponsible” Yaz added, “And most of the time you can’t understand a thing of what she’s doing or saying. And the things she does…they tend to go wrong.”

“But she’s wonderful” Ryan said and the other two nodded again.

“‘Brilliant’” Graham said with a low chuckle.

“She’s the best person I know” Yaz ended with a smile and Jenny found herself returning it.

“And you’ll have River and me travelling with you” Yaz concluded, gently nudging her with her elbow, “We’ll take care of you and among the three of us, we’ll also manage to take care of her.”

Jenny was just talking to a head in a box and a nice couple owning an antiquarian bookstore, when her mums approached her. They were exchanging conspirative glances and the Doctor was hiding her hands behind her back, so Jenny immediately decided whatever they were up to was more interesting than the blonde guy’s obsession with easter eggs. She excused herself and made her way over to her mums.

“River said you might still feel insecure about whether the TARDIS is your home” the Doctor said without greeting, “So, I got you a gift.”

She revealed a tiny package from behind her back with great flourish. It wasn’t much bigger than her thumb, obviously wrapped in leftovers from her own wedding gifts. Without knowing what was inside, Jenny decided it couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Thank you” she beamed and hurried to open her present.

Unfortunately, that was almost impossible for the amount of tape her mum had used. Now that she paid attention to it, it became apparent the Doctor had fought quite the fight against the tape - strips of it were also sticking to her suit jacket and her forearms. One even made its way into River’s hair and Jenny dreaded the moment she would find out about it. Luckily, she missed it when she wordlessly reached into her hairdo upon seeing Jenny struggling. She pulled out the mini dagger again, handing it over to her. With its help, the tape and wrapping paper soon were torn, and a silver key fell into Jenny’s hand.

“It’s for the TARDIS” the Doctor explained. “Now you can come and go whenever you like and stay as long as you like.”

“And once I’ve shown you how to fly her you can also use it to take the TARDIS out on your own whenever you like” River supplemented, and the Doctor glared at her.

“Don’t you dare encourage Jenny to steal my TARDIS!” she grumbled, “It’s bad enough when you do it.”

Then she turned and beamed at Jenny again. “But yeah, pretty much: Welcome to the TARDIS!”

Jenny felt herself tear up a little, clutching the key tightly. It was real! She had a family and a home and she was welcome.

She pulled both her mums into a hug, smiling when they embraced her tightly.

“Thank you so much” she murmured.

Suddenly, an aggressive flash blinded her.

“Oops, sorry” Bill said, lowering a vintage looking camera from her face. “It wasn’t supposed to do that.”

She fumbled with the flash a little bit until Heather took over and switched it off. When Bill raised her gaze again and noticed the whole family was still staring at her, she blushed.

“Don’t mind me”, she said. “I’m just repaying a favour. Have been taking pictures all night. You will want something to remember this day by, Doctor. And yeah, I recalled what you did for me with my mum and thought…I should do that for you, too.”

She smiled sheepishly and the Doctor looked like she was about to melt.

“That is a lovely idea, Bill” River found, pulling Jenny and the Doctor close again to pose for another shot, “You know what? We should get my parents and do a proper family photo!”

“Did I hear family photo?” Jack said, miraculously turning up behind Bill with Ianto in tow. “Can’t do that without uncle Jack!”

“Oh, they most definitely can” Missy chuckled, appearing next to him. “This is not about you, puppy. It’s just for real family members. Like me.”

She pushed past him, positioning herself next to the Doctor and facing the camera with a thin but content smile. “I’m ready when you are, Loves.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s not happening” Jack decided, joining River’s side and slinging his arm around her waist, pulling Ianto with him into the frame.

While Bill shot the photo, Jenny could see more guests taking notice, some approaching them fairly quickly.

“Seems like everybody wants to have their picture taken with you” River whispered to her and Jenny chuckled.

“I am 100% certain it’s about you and mum” she answered although she couldn’t deny she felt important in the middle of the frame that more and more people crowded into.

“You should be in the picture, Bill” the Doctor called out when Sarah Jane was ushering a couple of teenagers and a metal dog to sit down in front of them. “If anyone’s family, it’s you! Just give the camera to Nardole.”

“Yeah, thank you, Ma’am” Nardole frowned. “Always a pleasure to know how much you appreciate me.”

He still took the camera from Bill and she and Heather hurried to the space the Doctor and Jenny cleared between them. It was a little tight now as Missy refused to budge but Jenny just threw one arm around River and the other around Bill and smiled for the photo Nardole shot of them.

It took a while until everybody who wanted to be in the photo had found their place and someone had tracked down a waitress to take the picture. In the meantime, a lot of quirky photos were shot by and of various combinations of the Doctor’s friends. Later they would be glued to the walls of the TARDIS hallways and Jenny would come back to them often to trail the faces of her mums’ loved ones and remember the night.

There would be a picture of Mickey and Martha kissing with Amy photobombing behind them, a picture of Wilf and Rory having exchanged their suit jackets and beaming like idiots and a picture of Jenny, Bill, Heather, Nardole, Yaz and Ryan in a group hug that Graham took as a very blurry selfie. There would be a picture of when Jack had decided to hoist Jenny onto his shoulders and another one of when Clara, Ryan and Yaz had followed suit, respectively carrying the Doctor, Graham and Bill on their backs with varying degrees of success.

Then there would be a picture of Jenny with her namesake which had made them giggle way too much, and another picture that the other Jenny had taken of her with Vastra and Strax, because ‘no-one would see the difference’. Which was an even sillier joke but made Jenny understand how much she liked the Paternoster gang after all. Especially because Vastra and Jenny had promised her fencing lessons between the shots.

There would be a picture of her mums kissing both of Missy’s cheeks simultaneously while Missy wore a decidedly unimpressed expression, a picture of Kate, Osgood, Martha and the Doctor trying to evoke an air of semi-professionalism as ‘UNIT-representatives’ that was completely ruined by the mess of people goofing around behind them and finally the Pond family picture River had asked for. They had to take three versions: one featuring Missy, one Jack and one on which both had begrudgingly left them alone.

But Jenny’s favourite photo would always be the one they took in the end, before everybody dispersed and went on to enjoy the party. The big group photo, with her mums in the focus and everyone surrounding them. The photo they took while she was standing right beside them, between her grandparents, Rory’s arm around her shoulder and Amy’s hand in hers and the happiest smiles possible on all their faces.

Then it was finally time to leave. Almost all the guests had gone and Clara and Ashildr were collecting the last of them in their diner-shaped TARDIS. All that was left now were Jenny, her parents and her grandparents.

“We’re taking…the kid…with us” Amy said. She was slurring and Jenny presumed she had found another bottle of vodka.

“No, why?” the Doctor complained, clutching at Jenny’s arm. She seemed a little drunk as well, although Jenny couldn’t fathom how. There had been next to no alcohol in the pink drinks. “I’ve let you have her the whole evening already.”

“Jenny will come visit us soon” Rory tried to reassure Amy. His ductus was considerably clearer than hers, but he was swaying a little as well. “She has promised, remember?”

Jenny’s hearts swell a little when she understood Amy must have recounted their discussion on the balcony to him. They’d been talking about her!

“We’re still -taking her” Amy decided, “Or do I needo…- do I need to remind you …what happened in our wedding night?”

“I did” River supplemented smirking. Rory went very pale while Jenny shrieked, hiding her face in River’s shoulder.

Her mum chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Go with your grandparents, Love” she advised, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek, when Jenny looked up at her, “Have a splendid night at their place and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, mum” she grinned, returning the kiss to the cheek. Then she turned around to the Doctor.

“We’ll come pick you up first thing in the morning” her mum said, holding her tightly, “I promise.”

“I know” Jenny murmured, amazed by how sure she was of that now, “Have a good night, mum.”

“Oh, she will” River said. The Doctror spluttered and Jenny tensed.

“Mu-um!” she complained, giving her a stern glance. Still, she couldn’t help smiling, when she added: “I hate you!”

River threw her head back laughing.

“No, you don’t” she said.

“We’ll be there tomorrow” the Doctor repeated when she let Jenny go.

“For once…-I am hoping, sh-she will be a month late” Amy murmured, pressing Jenny to her side and thus swaying her lightly.

“How about breakfast at the Ponds together? As a compromise?” the Doctor offered, and Jenny nodded quickly.

“That sounds perfect” she said, and her mum beamed at her.

“Breakfast it is, then” she decided, “Don’t you lot worry, I can bring the custard creams.”

“Yeah, give us till noon, though, Doctor” Rory mumbled, “I’ll need a lot of sleep now.”

“We’re not goingdo - going to sleep” Amy complained, “We’ll have an afda-afterparty. Movies,… facemasks, goss-gosspip.”

She pulled a face at her own slurring which made Jenny chuckle.

“Yeah, you don’t really b-believe that either” Rory commented, gently taking her arm and steering her towards Clara’s TARDIS. He stopped himself to yawn loudly and reach for Jenny’s hand. “Let’s get all of us to bed.”

They waved goodbye and then Jenny took Rory’s hand and followed her grandparents to the diner. Before they passed the TARDIS, she turned around one last time, seeing her mums standing in the ever-setting sun on Darillium. They were facing each other, River’s hand cupping the Doctor’s cheek, the Doctor’s hands on her shoulders and talking in quiet voices. They seemed perfectly comfortable with each other, exhausted, but happy, like they had finally arrived home after a very long journey.

‘We all have’ Jenny thought, when they started slowly kissing and she turned around to her grandparents again, ‘We’ve all come home now.’

Hey :) Thank you so much for reading this series! This is the end, at least of the wedding and of the story, but I’m sure Jenny is about to have many adventures with her mums. Thank you so much to everyone who has left comments, you are all incredibly kind! <3

And thank you so much @elsaistherelifeonmars for letting me play with your story! <3

This fic is inspired by ‘The Wedding of River Song’. Go, check it out, if you haven’t already :)

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slurrmp · 3 years

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@captainstressed asked “ 9. a perfectly brewed cup of tea ” from the sensory prompt list. ASK BOX IS OPEN ! warnings only include that there will be spoilers for the special !

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It had been almost five hours since Ryan and Graham had left - their goodbye a rather teary one, you knew that you would see them again eventually but there was always something about leaving the TARDIS - it was like you were moving to a completely different country never to be seen again. Going from seeing a person every day for the last two years to nothing was always a shock. The atmosphere in the console room was heavy and sad and the weight of it was pushing down on your chest. You had to get out of there and so your legs carried you all the way to the kitchen, or it could have been TARDIS that guided you to the place where you felt the safest. It wasn’t long until you had the kettle on the stove and boiling the water for the tea you desperately needed. You had told the Doctor that you weren’t going to leave, that you would follow her forever - but that had been almost a year ago. 10 months changes a person.

With your arms crossed you leant against the kitchen bench, staring intently at the table that was placed in the middle of the room. It was kinda scary at how familiar the kitchen was to you now - maybe the TARDIS took something from your memories, made it look like your childhood home or maybe you had been with the Time Lord for longer than you realised. Teeth gnawed at your lower lip as you tried not to over think your decision, it was for the best and for your own mental well being. You couldn’t keep going the way that you were, being placed in danger, fearing that each adventure could be your last. To being dropped off at home with no indication whether or not she would be coming back or if she was okay. Running for your life had been fun at first but now it was just tiresome. You loved the Doctor you really did but the last year had really changed your perspective.

It wasn’t until the kettle started to whistle that you were brought into the present, turning on your heel you picked it up and poured the boiling water into your mug. The calming smell of chamomile filled your senses immediately and you felt your shoulders relax.

“So this is where you ended up.” The Doctor’s voice entered through one ear and lingered in your brain. You had missed her voice, her energy, the way she could light up an entire room with just one smile. Her smell. Turning around with the mug in your hands, you lent back against the bench once more and let a soft smile cross your lips.

“I had to calm down,” You mumbled looking down at the floor then. The Doctor lingered in the door way before she stepped into the room, you let your gaze lift. “Did you want some?” You gestured to the mug and the Doctor nodded her head, coming to sit down at the table. Her head falling into her hands and a heavy sigh escaped her, it was like her limbs just stopped lifting her body up and she all but fell across the wood.

You placed the mug you had poured for yourself down in front of her, before you turned around and poured yourself another. It took you all of fifteen seconds and then you were sitting down next to her. The pair of you sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime - it wasn’t uncomfortable but it was far from what it used to be. It was almost like the Doctor knew what you were about to say. So you lingered in your head for a little while longer, wondering where Yaz had gotten off too.

The Doctor eventually lifted her head and ran a hand over her eyes. She looked exhausted - she hid it well, but you knew her better than anyone. You could see the lost look in her eyes and the way that she held herself. You had asked Jack how long she had been gone for but he just gave you a look that told you it was far too long. You knew that she would never tell you, not the details anyway.

“I uh ... I wanna go home...too.” Her eyes flickered to yours immediately, the mug of hot tea firmly between her hands now. You swallowed and couldn’t keep her gaze, letting your gaze settle on the steam that coming off your own mug - you took a deep breath. “I can’t keep...”

“Okay,” Was all she said and you winced. Maybe you should have done it when Graham and Ryan were leaving, maybe all three of you leaving at once wouldn’t have been so hard on her. But you had promised, you knew that if the Doctor wasn’t so old she would have argued with you.

“I have loved every single minute of this,” Your grasp tightened on the mug and you weren’t even concerned about being burned. “You have taken me to places I couldn’t even dream of. The past, a different present - the year 3 billion...” You trailed off lifting your gaze again and realised that the Doctor’s hadn’t left your face. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you could feel yourself blush. “But ... Being at home,” you stumbled over your words then. “I missed my family and I know that I can come by and see them whenever...” It was then that the Doctor finally moved, her hand pulling away from the mug to take your hand in hers. Her shoulders hunched upwards, she trying to shift closer to you and with the added bonus of the warmth from the mug still present on her skin, you couldn’t stop the shiver that rushed down your spin.

“It’s okay...” She mumbled once more, her smile not remotely matching her eyes. “I’ve got Yaz,” Your head tilted to the side and your lips pulled downwards, you shouldn’t be crying - you were making a choice, you didn’t HAVE to leave. Your fingers moved to grip onto her hand, you had missed the feeling of her skin against yours and you could have melted into her then and there. “We’ll be okay. It’s been a while since I’ve had to look after just one companion. I suppose it will make the trips a bit easier.” You couldn’t help but bubble out a laugh. “Don’t have to worry about you lot getting into trouble.”

You leaned forward then (hand letting go of hers), wrapping your arms around her shoulders and resting your head against hers. You felt her hug you back - something she had rarely done in the time you had been together. Her fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt as she pulled you closer. “Oh ...” Your first and last name fell off her lips. “You have been fantastic.” Pulling back slightly the Doctor rested her hands on your cheeks. “The most remarkable human being I have ever met.” Leaning forward again, the Doctor placed a kiss against your forehead. “You will go on and do such wonderful things.”

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled as your grip moved to rest on her arms. Nails digging into the fabric of her undershirt. “I’m sorry...” You said again and you felt the Doctor shake her head as she pulled you in once more. You let your head rest against her chest and the double beats of her hearts were comforting.

“Never be sorry.” Another kiss against the crown of your head. You couldn’t keep following her around, you needed to get back to reality.

You had to let the Doctor go. Even if you finally brewed the perfect cup of tea.

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ren1327 · 3 years

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Sweater Weather ch.5

Ben and Kenji watched Bumpy as she slept on Ben’s lap, Carmen sitting next to him to stroke her flank as she read her new manga, brown eyes scanning over each detail of the art.

Kenji had sat on the sofa and Ben flush against him, acting as the comfortable partner and lover.

But Ben couldn’t help but feel how comfortable Kenji was. How well he fit to his side. How warm this image of them with a dog and his sister relaxing in the living room was. He leaned his head back and Kenji looked away from the movie to nuzzle in his hair.

Ben wanted this to real if only to feel the comfort and trust in that single moment.

“Dinner’s ready.” Candy said as she came in, pausing to look at them and smile.

Bumpy yipped and stood, stretching before she followed Candy to her new bowl in the corner of the dining room on a soft rug.

Ben got up and Kenji followed, Carmen calling she wanted to finish the next few pages.

Kenji pulled out Ben’s chair and smiled when he sat down with a soft thank you.

Once Carmen was seated, Kenji sat between where Kosei would sit at the head and Ben.

Candy brought out a savory casserole with meat, cheese, tortillas and chili. She then placed down bowls of red rice, refried beans, chips, red and green salsa and cabbage.

“Enchilada casserole!” Carmen said excitedly, then looked at Ben from across the table. “It’s Kenji’s favorite!”

Kenji nodded and was happy to help Ben fill his plate.

Once he had a substantial amount of everything, Ben noticed they were watching him. He then saw that they were holding hands.

“Are you comfortable with grace, Ben?” Candy asked.

“I…yes ma’am.” He said and took Kenji’s and Carmen’s hands.

The family closed their eyes and he noticed only Candy and Kenji bowed their heads. He quickly closed his own eyes as Candy prayed outload.

“Dear provider and father above, thank you for reuniting our family this winter. Thank you for the safe journey of my son and our transition into our new home. Thank you for blessing us with Ben and Bumpy. And thank you for giving us so much more to be thankful for and love. And we say”

“Amen.” She and her family chorused.

Ben lowered his hands and smiled, blushing as he held back tears.

“Ben?!” Carmen asked and Ben quickly wiped his cheeks.

“Sorry. Sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve prayed.”

“We don’t expect you to be obligated to, Honey.” Candy said and Kosei nodded.

“How you express or don’t express your faith is up to you. But thank you for joining our thanks.” Kosei said gently.

“Does your family have a faith?”

“I uh, I think we were Jewish.” He said.

“Think you were?” Kosei asked.

“Um, my mom was the religious one and um…my Uncle got work overseas so it’s uh…just been me.” He said.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to stress my uncle out and he knew I was with friends and I haven’t…I haven't even told him about Kenji to be honest. It’s been so long and I…”

“Oh, Sweetie.” Candy whispered. “and your mother—”

“Mom.” Kenji said and she covered her mouth in surprised.

Kosei sighed softly as Carmen looked from her parents to Ben, slowly putting the pieces together.

“Oh, Ben. I'm sorry…” She whispered.

“It’s okay. She’s with my dad and I know if I work hard, I can make them proud.” He said, sounding robotic at this point.

“Well, if it’s not too candid…You always have a place in this family. Even as a friend.” Kosei said and Ben smiled, wiping his cheeks again.

“I’m sorry. I made dinner awkward.”

Kenji put a hand on his and look him in the eye. “Never be sorry for expressing how you feel.”

Ben nodded as he looked down at his food. He took a bite…

And coughed hard, grabbing a napkin and holding it to his running nose and burning mouth.

“Oh my gosh!” Carmen said and gave Ben his water. “Kenji! Did you give him the green salsa?!”

“What? It’s not that hot?” Kenji said, grabbing his own napkin for Ben to switch out.

“Mijo, you’ve been eating jalapenos since you were in diapers! Mamita, get him some of the banana milk.” She said.

Carmen quickly got up and returned, twisting open a school cafeteria looking yellow bottle of milk and handing it to Ben, who sipped it slowly, panting softly as he finished it. He then whirled on his pretend boyfriend.

“You’re not human!” He said to Kenji, who was trying to hold back his laughter.

“Stop…stop laughing…” Carmen said, placing a hand over her mouth to hide her own smile.

“I reacted horribly the first time I had the green salsa too, Ben.” Kosei said. “I was sweating while pretending I wasn’t affected, then got sick later.”

“I told you not to put so much. You need to build up to that amount!” Candy said and Ben laughed imaging such a regal looking man sweating and red faced.

“Okay. Stay away from the green sauce.” Ben said. “I’ll remember for next time.”

He took a bite of the casserole and nearly melted.

“Wow…”

“One of the perks of my marriage.” Kosei joked, making Candy huff and roll her eyes with a smile.

“One of many, I hope.” She said.

Kosei took her hand. “Too many to count.”

“Ew. Mom. Dad.”

“Oh, they get to flirt, but us older folk don’t?” She asked her daughter, who giggled.

“So!” Carmen said, gaining everyone’s attention. “How did you two meet?”

“Online.”

“Friends.”

Ben and Kenji looked at each other and Kenji stuttered.

“W-well, we met through friends online…”

Ben put his hand over Kenji’s, smiling at him with steely eyes. Kenji’s mouth shut as Ben hunched his shoulders.

“Its kind of embarrassing really.” He started. “You see, he was video chatting with Sammy. And Sammy and I have been friends for so long…we were comfortable around each other. So one day, while Yaz was at a retreat, I had gotten out of the shower and was only in my boxer briefs because I forgot my clothes in my room.”

Carmen and Kosei looked scandalized as Candy covered her mouth.

Ben blushed as if it were true as he continued. “So, being so comfortable with Sammy, I was drying my hair as I walked nearly naked past her and Kenji unfortunately got an eyeful of my pale chicken legs. The scream I let out.”

Kenji chuckled just imagining the scene.

“And then I asked him for his number.” Kenji said with a shrug.

Candy laughed. “That sounds very like you, Kenji.”

“Texting Ben and calling him leveled me down. Made me want to come back just to…” He paused and shook his head, interlacing his fingers with Ben.

“He makes me happy.”

“So you two are still new to a lot of things.” Candy said. “Despite talking for three months.”

“Yeah.” Ben said and smiled at Kenji, almost genuinely. “He’s way taller than I expected.”

“But you’re just as cute.” Kenji said, making Ben blush deeply.

“Aw~!” Carmen cooed and Kosei scoffed at his daughter.

“Now, now.” He said, then turned to the boys. “Ben, I never asked. Do you prefer a separate room?”

“Excuse me?”

“Dad!”

“We understand how couples are and respect how you express your love.” Candy said. “As long as you’re safe. However, if you’ve only started being together…”

“Stop, stop this now.” Kenji said.

“I’ll be okay with Kenji.” Ben said with a nod. “He takes really great care of me and respects my wishes.”

Kosei nodded in approval of his son. “I am very happy to hear so.”

“Ben, I have to ask because it’s been bothering me…what’s that scar on your upper arm?” Candy asked.

Ben looked at the jagged scar on his left bicep. He covered it.

“It’s…from an old relationship.”

Carmen gasped and Kosei placed his glass down, eyes hard as he looked at Ben. Kenji squeezed his hand.

“What?”

“It was way before I met Kenji.” Ben said. “And I never brought it up because…”

“No, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” Candy whispered.

“It’s fine. He’s…” He took a deep breath. “He’s gone and I’m far, far away from him.”

Kenji pulled Ben’s hand to rest on his chest. “Ben…don’t be scared to tell me things. I won’t judge you, ever.”

Ben smiled and kissed Kenji’s cheek.

“Thank you. All of you.”

Ben sat on the king sized Ben in Kenji’s room.

It was decorated in shades of red and gray, as opposed to the white and blue outside. He was dressed in an old t-shirt and pajama pants, Kenji showering.

The room was very…sparse.

It had rich dark wood furniture, plush latte colored carpet and pale pastel yellow walls that could be white in different light. Rich strawberry red bedspread and rugs and grey curtains and armchairs next to a white brick fireplace with a glass guard. There was a desk, a small table next to the large window with the armchairs next to the fireplace and with another tall, small surfaced table. The bed was in the middle of the back wall, two nightstands holding touch lamps and piled with soft velvety red and grey pillows overstuffed, but comfortable enough to leave on when going to sleep.

Bumpy snored from her plush pet bed near the heating vent, exhausted from the busy day she had.

Ben felt himself already getting sleepy as he read one of the books Yaz had bought him as an early Christmas gift. He looked at his phone

He text Sammy.

B: I told them about J

S: WHAT?!?!?! Ben, you didn’t have to!

B: It felt right. I trust Kenji.

S: Okay. How do you feel?

B: A little better tbh Like Like I have some more eyes looking over my shoulders to watch my back Idk

S: Kenji would kick his ass into next year! I WOULD TOO!

B: Thanks, Sammy. We’re heading off to the hotel tomorrow. I’ll send you some pictures.

S: Be safe! Yaz said to say she misses you.

B: I miss you too. Love you both.

S: <3

Kenji came in dressed in flannel pajamas and looked at Ben, who was still curled up on the right side with his book.

“Um…”

“It’s okay. You’re probably cold.” Ben said, pretending to read his book as Kenji draped the damp towel over the back of his desk chair.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

Ben ducked his head a bit, not wanting to make a awkward situation more so.

Kenji reached into his bag and pulled out the soft knitted blue sweater he had worn to dinner. He held it out to Ben.

Ben blinked and suddenly, Kenji blushed.

“Sorry! I’ll get you a clean one or—”

“I’ll take it.” Ben said, taking it from his hands and pulling it over his shirt.

He blushed as he smelled Kenji’s cologne on the collar and wrists. Kenji got in bed next to him.

“What are you reading?” He asked Ben.

“A sequel series of this young adult…um…It’s a little complicated, but it focuses on my favorite characters from the first series.”

“Read a bit to me?”

“You wouldn’t understand it.” Ben said. “But if you want me too, I can explain plot details and stuff...”

“Okay.” Ben said and found where he had paused. “Magnus saw hundreds of masked people in elaborate costumes dancing in unison, and around them was music that could be seen as well as heard. As if ripped from a black-and-white sheet of paper and turned into bright, living shapes, the notes floated in the air, drifting along currents of musical lines and wrapping around the glittering masks and elaborate hair of the dancers. Along the ceiling, the constellations were moving; no, they were the orchestra…”

He noticed Kenji had relaxed and was dozing off, soft snores floating from him. Ben placed his bookmark inside the page and placed it on the nightstand. He touched the lamp, and the room went dark.

Kenji wiggled closer and hugged him loosely around the waist.

He smiled and pretended this was his life, with a loving boyfriend and his family and safe and loved—

“Sorry…Brooklynn…” Kenji groaned and Ben froze. He pulled away and rolled over, leaving Ben cold and feeling empty.

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Who You Pretend to Be (Who You Are): Chapter 4

Fandom: Doctor Who Ships: Thirteenth Doctor/Yasmin Khan, Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Yasmin Khan & Rose Tyler Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness, Dhawan!Master Rating: General Word Count: 5,418 Other Tags: Chameleon Arch, Bad Wolf Rose, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bad Wolf as Disability, Disabled Character, Reunions

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Summary: The Doctor, escaping a threat, turns herself human, leaving Yaz to look after her. Of course, it gets difficult when the human Doctor, or Penny, immediately thinks Yaz is her girlfriend. And it gets even more difficult when Penny drags Yaz to a lecture by one Rose Tyler-Noble, who’s brought a friend Yaz recognizes. Yaz starts putting the pieces together, befriending Rose along the way.

Written for the Doctor Who Creators Summer Exchange for SpaceBetweenGalaxies.

Yaz: We have a problem.

The text came late at night, when Rose was already in bed. She rolled over, peering at her phone screen.

Rose: ??

Yaz: Do you know the Master?

Rose: john talked abt him i think

Rose: never met him

Yaz: I don’t know the whole story

Yaz: But I know he did something to hurt the Doctor

Yaz: Like, a lot

Yaz: And he’s here.

Rose tried to remember what John had said about the Master. He was the other remaining Time Lord. He had tried to take over Earth. He had imprisoned the Doctor for a year, and Martha’s family, who had done nothing but happen to be connected to one of the Doctor’s friends.

Rose: where? why?

Yaz: Working at the cafe with the Doctor

Yaz: I don’t think he recognized me or her

Yaz: So it’s either early in his timeline or he’s done the same thing the Doctor did

Yaz: Or he’s pretending. Which historically he’s been very good at

Yaz: Do you think the time dragon was chasing both of them?

Rose: maybe

Rose: ive got 2 research the time dragon thing

Rose: if u want u can help

Yaz: Tomorrow evening?

Rose: sure

Rose: & i’ll text penny abt the job

Yaz: Okay

Rose: how worried r u abt the master?

Yaz: I don’t know

Yaz: Worried

Yaz: I can’t tell if he knows it’s us or not.

Yaz: If he does I’m very worried. If he’s made himself human like the Doctor did I guess I’m less worried

Yaz: But she’s vulnerable right now

Yaz: I want to do right by her

Rose: u will x

Rose: theres a reason she trusts u

Yaz: I guess.

Rose: are u 2 safe now?

Yaz: Yeah, we’re at home.

Yaz: Penny’s “fixing” the stove instead of doing her classwork 🤦🏽‍♀️

Rose: wow she really doesnt change

Yaz: Nope.

Yaz: If I close my eyes I can just about pretend I’m back in the TARDIS with the Doctor

Rose: youll get there xx

Yaz: I know.

Yaz: I’d better sleep. See you tomorrow?

Rose: yep

Yaz: Cool. Good night.

Rose: gn xx

Rose tossed her phone face down on her nightstand and rolled over again, drifting off to sleep.

Yaz woke, as she so often did these days, with Penny wrapped around her, fully asleep. It was getting harder and harder to stop herself from melting fully into Penny’s arms— her first instinct was always to nestle in closer, letting her head rest in the space between Penny’s chin and her chest, letting Penny’s warmth surround her.

But it wasn’t fair to the Doctor, Yaz knew, to take advantage of the situation like that. She was Penny’s girlfriend for practical purposes only. And Penny wasn’t quite the Doctor, and one of the ways they differed was that the Doctor was nowhere near as touchy-feely as Penny.

Still. Yaz let herself lie there for a few moments longer than necessary, stock still, taking in what warmth she could, trying to soothe the nerves that were still jumping in her stomach from the night before.

She missed the Doctor.

Finally, she pulled away, gently moving Penny’s limbs to the side. Penny made a little noise, and Yaz, unable to stop herself, smoothed down her hair. It was too short now to push behind her ear, so Yaz just pushed it back, away from Penny’s face. Penny, still mostly asleep, curled in on herself, smiling a sweet and contented smile that filled Yaz’s heart with a bittersweet longing. The Doctor never looked like this— she never relaxed, never let her guard down, long enough for this sort of smile to set in. Yaz almost couldn’t bear it, but it still mesmerized her, drawing in her gaze. She had to tear herself away to go make breakfast.

Once in the kitchen, away from Penny and all the complications that came with her, Yaz’s fear spiked. She remembered, suddenly, all the instabilities and unknown factors in the Doctor’s safety: the Master, of course, whose presence Yaz’s body had registered as a low but constant hum of anxiety, and then Jack, who didn’t know it was them, couldn’t know, and— Yaz remembered how, the first time she’d met the Master, he had lied so smoothly that even the Doctor thought he was their friend. She wasn’t worried about that happening again, if only because she was aware of who he really was now.

But— well.

It planted another seed of paranoia when it came to Rose. Yaz had gone from seeing Rose as a total stranger to a trustworthy ally in a matter of hours, and now it felt like a huge mistake, the sort of thing that would put the Doctor at risk. Tears filled Yaz’s eyes. She was just so scared for the Doctor— scared to lose the Doctor, scared to hurt her. Scared that her protection wouldn’t be enough, that she’d make a mistake and slip into harm.

She’d seen Rose walk into the TARDIS, a look of wonder in her eyes. She’d heard the emotion in Rose’s voice when she talked about the Doctor. And Jack was around, and Jack was the Doctor’s friend— if he worked with Rose, she was probably trustworthy. There was still a chance, of course, that Yaz was making a huge mistake in trusting her, but— Yaz wiped at her eyes, trying not to let the tears fall. It was crucial, now more than ever, that she not crumble under the pressure.

After four years leading Dan and Jericho around the early 20th century, Yaz had sort of hoped she might have a moment without so much pressure. A moment to reunite with the Doctor, maybe, and relax in the TARDIS, or go on an easy adventure or two.

She should’ve known better.

She took a deep breath, the air shaking in her throat. She couldn’t afford to do this now. She would just have to take the risk with Rose, who had figured it all out on her own anyway— and if the Master was an immediate threat, she could deal with it after breakfast. She put the kettle on and got a pan out of the cupboard, blinking away her tears.

Yaz was almost done eating her breakfast when Penny came in, dressed in a short-sleeved button-up over a long-sleeved T shirt and cropped jeans, her hair spiking out all over the place. She came over to Yaz, bending over to kiss the top of her head, and said, “You were in my dream last night.”

“Yeah?” Yaz asked, leaning into Penny’s touch. For appearances, she reminded herself, ignoring the unhappy twist in her stomach. “What did I do?”

Penny grabbed a banana off the counter and came to sit on the table.

“D— Penny, get off there,” Yaz said, although not with much force: she’d long since lost the “getting Penny to use a chair” battle, just like she lost the “getting the Doctor to use a chair” battle years ago.

“You were in your reenactment costume,” Penny said. “And everything was all weird. Unstable, like. And I think there were tunnels? I was definitely worried.” Her eyes widened. “Oh! And Rose was there! Although that might’ve been a different dream. We were at the beach. Funny what the mind comes up with, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Yaz said weakly, trying not to let her mind go back to those tunnels, seeing the Doctor after so many years without her, the best and worst hug of her life. “Funny.” She got up, bringing her dishes to the sink to wash. Over her shoulder, she said, “You know, you could keep a dream journal.”

“Oh, brilliant idea.” Yaz had her back turned to Penny now, but she could only too well imagine Penny’s legs kicking the air, her head tilted to the side. “I get loads of weird dreams. There’s recurring characters and everything.”

Yaz set her dishes on the drying rack and turned back around, shaking drops of water off her hands. “Bet that bookshop by the cafe has journals you could buy.”

Penny’s face lit up. “Oh! I’ll have to look. Do you want to come with me?”

“If you go this weekend,” Yaz said. “I’ve got work now, remember?”

“Oh, right.” Penny deflated. “I’ll miss you.”

“You’ve got class anyway,” Yaz reminded her. She kissed Penny on the cheek— all part of the pretense— and slung her bag over her shoulder. “See you tonight?”

“Yeah, all right.” Penny reached out and grabbed Yaz’s arm, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, and Yaz tried to tell herself it didn’t give her butterflies. “Bye.”

“Bye.” And then Yaz was out the door, the cool autumn air driving the heat from her cheeks. She took a deep breath, trying to put Penny and the Doctor out of her mind. Back when she was stuck in the past, Dan had been insistent that she needed to take breaks— he’d practically dragged her out for walks, or to the local tourist attractions, or even just to the shops, and even though she’d never fully been able to take her mind off the Doctor, she’d been able to recognize the importance of trying. And so she tried, focusing on the people around her and the red leaves on the trees and the sound of the bus as it took her to work. She tamped down the certainty that at any moment, something could go horribly wrong; she ignored the fear constantly pricking at the back of her neck.

Once at work, she put extra attention into her dress and her hair, as if focusing on placing every last pin would keep the Doctor out of danger. She was grateful for a steady stream of visitors, at least, grateful for the curious children and indulgent parents and even the obnoxious teens who tried to get her to break character.

At the end of the day, though, her stomach was in knots, and she didn’t even bother changing out of her costume before rushing to the bus stop. She texted Rose from the bus—

Yaz: Hey, I’m on my way there now. That okay?

Rose Tyler-Noble: yep xx

Yaz closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and wishing with everything she had for the Doctor’s return.

Rose waited for Yaz outside again, leaning against the wall of the building that housed the secret entrance to Torchwood. She was only outside for a couple minutes before she saw Yaz running towards her, wearing her full Edwardian getup. She stopped short when she got to Rose, out of breath.

“Hey,” Rose said. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” Yaz said, still panting. “Fine. Just, you know. A bit stressed.”

Rose glanced from side to side. “Let’s get inside,” she said, “and we can talk. Yeah?”

Yaz nodded. Rose led her back in and through the tunnels to the elevator and down to Torchwood. Jack was out, thankfully, investigating reports in a nearby town, which had given Rose plenty of time and space to look for information on the “time dragon.”

“I’ve been trying to work it out all day,” she said to Yaz, pulling up an extra chair so they could both sit at Rose’s computer. “I can’t find mention of it in our files, but there’s loads our files don’t have. I’ve been monitoring the vortex, of course, and looking for disruptions in Artron energy around here. And there’s a rift in time, too, right outside here, and we’ve always got an eye on that.” She paused, glancing at Yaz. “And I’ve sort of got these time senses, from looking into the vortex and all. But I haven’t felt anything weird. Except you.”

Yaz frowned. “Why me?”

“You’ve travelled in time,” Rose explained. “What year are you supposed to be in?”

“I’m not sure,” Yaz admitted. She reached an absent hand to tug at her tie. “I think I’m 27. And I was born in January 1999, so if I’m 27 it would put me in 2026, properly. But I started traveling with the Doctor in 2019, and it was 2021 the last time I was with my family or anything.” She paused, grimacing. “I haven’t been in touch with them while I’ve been here. So I can go back to 2021 or 2022 later. I didn’t mean for it to get so complicated.”

“Yeah,” Rose said. “Did I tell you, first time the Doctor tried getting me home, he accidentally landed the TARDIS a year in the future? I’d become a missing person. My mum went half mad trying to find me.”

“The TARDIS took us to sixteen different places before it let us land in Sheffield, my first time,” Yaz said. “But I’m pretty sure it was just trying to get her to make friends. She didn’t mean to have us with her at first.”

“Yeah.” Rose smiled. “The TARDIS is like that sometimes.”

“And sometimes it’s just the Doctor’s awful driving,” Yaz added.

Rose laughed. “She really never changes, does she? I mean, her whole face changes, but she still can’t land where she meant to.”

Yaz shook her head, smiling. “It’s honestly amazing. She can solve complex equations in a second, but she can’t get her own ship working. Although sometimes I think her method of piloting is just sitting down and having a good argument.”

“Yeah, sounds right to me.” Rose looked at Yaz. There was something about her— she felt more than a year out of time, somehow. Even though she’d been developing them for at least fifty years now, Rose still didn’t quite understand her time senses. But Yaz felt a little like Jack, albeit to a much lesser degree: she was a dizzying clash of times and places, the metallic tang of the 2020’s mixed with… Rose eyed the tweed of Yaz’s jacket. “You said you left 2021, and now you’re 27. What’s that, four years? Five?”

“Four and a half,” Yaz said.

Rose raised her eyebrows. “That’s why you feel so out of time.” She waved a hand vaguely around her head. “I don’t really understand my time senses yet. I’ve been practicing on Jack. But near as I can tell, I can feel timelines. And yours feels more complicated than just a year off track.”

“I got separated from the Doctor,” Yaz said. “Didn’t have a way back.” She glanced down at her outfit. “Three guesses which decade.”

“Bit more than a good replica, then,” Rose said.

“Yeah.” Yaz smiled, and for the first time Rose saw a quiet glow of pride in her eyes. “Was proper easy to get the museum job here. Had all the required background knowledge.”

“Good on you,” Rose said.

“Makes arguments with coworkers really hard, though,” Yaz added. “When they insist things were one way and I can’t explain how I know different.” She shrugged. “But it’s temporary. Doesn’t really matter. Was just a job I didn’t think I was going to hate.”

Rose gestured at the lab. “That’s what this is for me, in a way.” She glanced at Yaz. “D’you know, I also spent a few years separated from the Doctor? Started working at a parallel universe Torchwood so I could try and get back. When I was 21, same as you.”

“You’ve got the future, I’ve got the past,” Yaz joked.

“Yeah, you could say that. Although it was twenty years ago I got trapped the first time, if we're being linear about it.” Rose turned back to the computer. “Right. We should get onto the research, yeah?”

“Yeah, probably.” Yaz pulled her chair closer. “So. Time dragon?”

“Like I said,” Rose replied. “Can’t find anything. A creature looking for Time Lords, though— I’m guessing it’s not the kind of thing that shows up on radar. Wonder if there’s anything I could do to boost my time senses or anything.” She glanced at Yaz. “I’ll work on it. But I really want to know about the Master. I’ve got some stuff on him— he was Prime Minister for a while— but I don’t know if it’s relevant. What does he look like?”

Yaz thought for a moment. “He’s about the Doctor’s height,” she said. “And roughly my skin tone. Dark hair. Usually a bit of stubble. I don’t know. We haven’t seen him in a while.”

Rose nodded. “Not him, then?” With a few clicks, she brought up a picture of the man known as Harold Saxon.

“Definitely not,” Yaz said.

Rose nodded. “Right. Narrows it down, I suppose.” She grimaced. “Although I haven’t got anything on him, I don’t think.” She nodded at the screen, where the picture of the old Master still smiled out at them. “That one was pretty high profile. And John told me loads about him. I haven’t got the background on any other regeneration.”

“He also went by O,” Yaz offered. “As a code name with MI6. And apparently he’s going by Oliver at the cafe.”

“That’s something,” Rose murmured. “I think we’ve got contacts at MI6. I’ll reach out.” She glanced at Yaz. “Wouldn’t hurt for you to hang out around that cafe more often, too.”

“Penny likes when I come by,” Yaz said. “Although if you offer her a job here, she’ll probably quit there.” She shrugged. “Either way I can keep going, I guess. The food’s good, if Penny hasn’t gotten to it.”

“Gives us more reason to get her working here,” Rose said. “We don’t want him to go after her when she doesn’t even know why.”

“Yeah.” Yaz stared at the screen. “It’s a lot to try and protect her from. And I still don’t know everything he’s done.”

Rose pushed away from the computer and turned to look at Yaz. “We’re going to figure it out,” she said. “All right?”

Yaz nodded. Rose could see the tears in her eyes, the tension in her throat. She reached out a hand and rested it on Yaz’s knee.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said.

“I’m just so scared,” Yaz whispered, turning wide eyes on Rose. “I— I care about her so much. She’s done so much for me. I don’t want to let her down.”

“You’re doing everything you can,” Rose said softly.

“I guess.” Yaz looked up at the ceiling. “I think I just wish she was here.”

“She will be,” Rose said. She had more to say— reassurances that Yaz was doing well, that what she was going through was hard, that it would be okay. But it all sounded hollow in her head, so instead she just sat there in the silence, trying to pass all of it to Yaz through their eye contact.

Finally, Yaz sighed. “I know it’ll probably be okay. It’s not as hard as learning to live in another century.” She huffed out a laugh. “We’d better get a break after this, though.”

“If you don’t get a break after this, I’ve half a mind to hijack the TARDIS and take you somewhere nice myself,” Rose replied.

Yaz smiled. “Suppose I could hijack it myself, if it came down to that. Bet the TARDIS would be on my side.”

Rose laughed. “That’s the spirit.”

They didn’t get much more research done. There wasn’t much more they could do, besides searching databases for signs of the Master— which was hard when they didn’t know what last name he was using. There were a lot of men named Oliver in Cardiff, it turned out, and narrowing the search didn’t seem to be helping. So it didn’t take long for Rose to lean back in her chair and say, “Right, I think we’ve just got to wait and see if we hear from MI6. D’you want a cup of tea before you go?”

“Yeah, I’ve still got time.”

They sat in the lounge again, each holding a mug, not quite meeting each other’s eyes. It was strange, Rose thought, how easy their conversations had been so far, and yet how much they didn’t know about each other.

“How did you meet the Doctor?” Yaz finally asked, fiddling with the tag on her teabag.

Immediately, the tension dissipated, and Rose smiled, remembering. “He blew up my job. There was this living plastic he was trying to deal with, I was around after closing, suppose the rest is history.” She inclined her head towards Yaz. “What about you?”

“Sort of a less abridged version of Penny’s train story,” Yaz said. “I was police at the time. Got a call to something mysterious in the woods. Turned out it was an old friend, and then his nan and her husband called from their train, which had stopped, so we went to check it out. We were about to be killed by a half-sentient ball of electric wires when the Doctor fell through the ceiling.”

“Suppose you didn’t actually talk for hours, after that,” Rose said with half a smile.

Yaz shook her head. “‘Course we went off looking for answers. She was proper unsteady, too. Think it was a brand new body for her.”

Rose tried to think of the Doctor, wobbly after a regeneration, trying to save the day with a group of strangers. It made her heart ache. She remembered her Doctor, passed out in her flat, after his regeneration; she and her mum and Mickey had carried him up the stairs, gotten him into pajamas, tucked him in. He’d saved the day, in the end, but not alone.

“It’s good she had someone around,” Rose finally said. “Don’t like the thought of her going through that on her own.”

“Me either.” Yaz shook her head. “She wouldn’t let us take her to the hospital, passed out cold, woke up and immediately started investigating. I’m not sure she’s stopped moving since then. She can’t stay still for a second.” She paused. “Even Penny won’t let up.”

“You’re not the only one who needs a break,” Rose said. She thought about her old Doctor, finally being convinced to let his guard down and dance— how far back had the Doctor slid? What had happened, in the last two thousand years?

It was a silly question, maybe. Two thousand years— the Doctor was bound to have picked up more trauma, more horror. More to run from.

“Guess not,” Yaz said. “We were trying to get to a beach, when we wound up here. Or, we were going to pick up a friend first. But we were supposed to get a break.”

Rose tapped a foot against Yaz’s, trying to be encouraging. “You still will.”

“She was finally going to talk to me,” Yaz said. “Tell me what she’s been running from, all this time.” She blinked, and Rose pretended not to notice the tears in her eyes. “Sorry. I don’t mean to keep crying at you. You must think I’m a mess.”

Rose shook her head. “Not a mess. Just going through something.”

“Yeah.” Yaz took a long sip of her tea. “You could say that.” She paused. “Thanks. For being here.”

“‘Course,” Rose said. “Friend of the Doctor’s a friend of mine.”

Yaz managed a smile.

She left not too long after that, citing the need to get home and change before Penny’s shift ended. Rose lingered in the lounge, thinking about the Doctor, who he’d been and who she was now.

The next day was a Saturday. Yaz woke up to see Penny furiously typing at her phone screen. She frowned: Penny usually wasn’t up so early. She sat up, hooking her chin on Penny’s shoulder. Penny dropped the phone.

“Morning, Yaz!” she said, sounding like she woke up that early every day.

“Hiya.” Yaz glanced at the phone, facedown in Penny’s lap. “What are you doing up?”

“Trying to write down my weird dreams,” Penny replied. “Just like you said.”

Why had Yaz suggested Penny start a dream journal?

“Oh, yeah?” she prodded.

“I had a really weird one last night,” Penny said. “Was trying to get the details down.” She shifted, twisting her torso towards Yaz, leaning into her a little. Yaz succumbed to the touch, letting her body mold to Penny’s.

“What happened?” Yaz asked, dreading the answer.

Penny frowned, scrunching up her nose. “Loads,” she said. “There was this weird guy made of metal— oh, my God, and I think Mary Shelley was there!”

Yaz’s heart sank.

Penny didn’t notice. “Or my brain’s idea of what she looked like, anyway. And Byron— this is what I get for reading before bed. And then—“ Her frown deepened. “We weren’t on Earth. It was you and me, and then remember Ryan and Graham? From Sheffield?”

Yaz nodded. She didn’t trust herself to speak: she remembered this. She wished it had been a dream.

“They were there too. And all these metal men— and then this portal, sort of. To a planet where everything was orange. And it was all destroyed, all the buildings and everything. And Oliver was there!”

“From the cafe?” Yaz asked, keeping her tone steady.

“Yes! As if I didn’t have to see him enough already, ugh.” Penny shook her head. “He was a lot worse in the dream. Mean, really. Took me through this weird memory walk thing.”

Yaz’s breath caught. The Doctor had never told her what had happened on Gallifrey. She’d asked, over and over, but all she knew was that whatever it was, it had done something to the Doctor, carved out her insides and left her wanting, running for anything that could fill her back up.

Penny still didn’t notice. She was caught up in trying to remember the dream. “In the world of the dream,” she said, “I could change my body. Had done, loads of times. But then— it’s hard to remember, now I’m awake.”

“You don’t have to,” Yaz said softly. It would be better if she didn’t— as much as Yaz wanted to know what had happened, she wanted to hear it from the Doctor, not from someone with the Doctor’s face and none of her baggage.

“No, I want to,” Penny said. “It was a brilliant story. Like out of some sort of sci-fi! Even the memory walk. I think I was hooked into some sort of computer.” She shook her head, her short hair brushing against Yaz’s cheek. “And then there were these images— this abandoned kid, and then someone picked her up and adopted her, and then she died and turned into another kid, and then her mum did all these experiments on her to figure out why she didn’t die for good.”

Yaz felt a strange dread creeping over her. But she said nothing.

“And then the mum did a lot more experiments until she figured out how to get the powers for herself,” Penny continued. “But the kid was supposed to be me? I think so, anyway. It was all very distressing, in the dream.”

“I can imagine,” Yaz choked out.

“And I didn’t have any memory of it,” Penny added. “Had absolutely no clue. My own childhood, and I had no idea! Don’t know how that was supposed to work, but you know dreams. Never realistic.”

“No,” Yaz agreed. “Never realistic.” Her mind was spinning. Was this what the Doctor hadn’t been telling her? Was this what the Doctor had been running from? She tried to imagine the child, abandoned, taken in, experimented on. And then she imagined them growing up to be the Doctor, her Doctor— the brilliant woman who ate dirt off the ground and saved worlds and grinned widely, accepting as fact that the universe was loving and kind. Rage rose up in her, the kind of rage that bites at your insides and threatens to detonate, and she pushed it down, covering her gritted teeth with a kiss to Penny’s hair.

“Are you up for real, then?” she asked.

“Might as well be,” Penny said. She kissed Yaz’s nose and hopped off the bed. “Thought I might make pancakes. Or, oh! French toast! Any preference?”

“Surprise me,” Yaz said. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Right. Surprise breakfast for Yaz, coming right up.” Penny grinned. And then she rushed out of the room, leaving Yaz to slump back against the headboard, wondering how on Earth she had learned the Doctor’s secrets so casually, as if it were nothing.

It was nothing, to Penny.

Yaz didn’t want to think of what it was to the Doctor.

She thought about texting Rose, explaining what had happened. But it wasn’t really something Rose needed to know, to help keep an eye on things— and it was the Doctor’s story to tell, anyway. So she just took a deep breath, wiped at her eyes, and went out to the kitchen, where Penny was making a real mess out of a few eggs.

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doctorthasmin · 4 years

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Sleepover

“Please! Doctor I’m begging you.” Ryan pleads his hands clasped in front of him as she sighs heavily pulling her goggles off.

“Ryan it’s not me you have to convince! I’m all for a sleepover at Yaz’s and if Najia and Hakim would feel more comfortable about you and Sonya if me and Yaz chaperone then that’s cool with me. It’s Yaz you have to win over.” The Doctor smirks, pulling out her welding torch sparking it a few times giggling.

Ryan hops on the spot and smushes a big kiss to the side of her helmet running off to find Yaz. Persuading Yaz of anything was difficult, generally you needed blonde hair and pouty lips to melt her will and well Ryan was all out of that. He finds her packing her bag for the weekend, humming a tune and grinning, at least she’s in a good mood he thinks before knocking on her door.

“Ahh here he is, Sonya already text me.” Yaz informs him, one eyebrow arched her hands in her hips. Ryan deflates, pouting by accident as she rolls her eyes at him.

“Just come out and ask Ryan, I won’t bite.” Yaz promises fluttering her eyelids seeetly making him laugh.

“Okay, can I come round for a sleepover with you the Doctor and Sonya?” Ryan asks sincerely, his hands wringing together by his side.

Yaz takes a painful few seconds before inhaling deeply. “Yes, but I have conditions.”

“Name them, I just want to spend some quality time with Sonya.” Ryan insists as Yaz enjoys his discomfort.

“No more teasing the Doctor to do with anything about our relationship, I want to go with Graham next shopping day and if you knock up my sister I’ll throw you into the time vortex deal?” Yaz asks as Ryan splutters a bit in embrassment.

“Yeah okay, deal on all fronts there. I guess I’ll go pack!” Ryan grins pulling her into a tight siblingesque hug before bolting away before she can smack his arm.

Later that night

“You kids going to be alright, we left some pizza money on the counter.” Hakim notes, adjusting his tie as Najia sorts her bag out as they move to leave.

Ryan leaps forward ahead of the Doctor, shaking Hakim’s hand once more “we’ll be fine Mr Khan thank you, I’ll make sure I answer the door if we order.” Ryan promises, his hands beginning to sweat as Hakim takes pity and flashes him a small smile.

“Right well we’re off, Yaz you’re in charge, Sonya behave.” Najia instructs, much to Sonya’s bemusement as she rearranges the blanket over her legs patting the seat beside her for Ryan.

The Doctor, ever oblivious, is busy climbing onto the loveseat with Yaz, tangled up in each other in the comfiest warmest way possible. A few more minutes of shuffling and she finds her sweet spot, her face smushed into Yaz’s neck, a blanket wrapped around them.

“So a movie? What do you girls want to watch?” Ryan asks, booting up Netflix as Sonya takes his free hand, pulling out a manicure kit and some lotion. Yaz smiles as she watches Sonya quietly trim his nails before applying some lotion, massaging it into his hand. It was a sweet gesture, one full of care and consideration and it made her heart swell up a bit.

“How about you pick Son?” Yaz offers, enjoying the small huffs of breath the sleepy Time Lord was breathing into her neck. She would soon fall asleep too, hard not too when a cuddle bug is wrapped around you.

A few hours later

Ryan and Sonya are dozing on the sofa in the dark, Sonya laying on Ryan’s chest as a blanket is cocooned around them.

“So what did Yaz make you do so you could come over?” Sonya whispers softly. Ryan’s chuckle reverberates through him as he strokes her hair smiling to himself.

“I’m not allowed to tease the Doctor anymore about their relationship and I have to give her the next shopping day with Graham, he always buys a sweet treat at the shops, I’ll miss that eclair next week.” Ryan mumbles as Sonya shifts to look up at him, smiling goofily.

“Not as much as you would have missed tonight I hope?” Sonya giggles, planting a soft kiss on his nose before getting up and stretching.

“Not at all, should we wake them up?” Ryan asks gesturing to the sleeping form of Yaz and the Doctor. Sonya shakes her head, folding the blanket up and draping it over them.

“Let them have back ache tomorrow, serves them right for being so cute.” Sonya jokes, taking Ryan’s hand and tugging him towards her room.

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queerconfusionthings · 4 years

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Give Me a Call

Dhawan!Master x reader

Request - ‘could you do dhawan!master one where the reader has a bit of a crush on him while he’s o and maybe they’re trying to get his number or something, just harmless flirting. when the master reveals himself, reader is dealing with some really complicated feelings and just does not know what to do with themself. thanks xx

The Doctor had given you a small smile as you walked out of the door, no sign of exhaustion present, very much aware by now that your adrenaline surges took substantially longer to cool down than the others. Sometimes, you'd sit and play with various card games until you found yourself drifting off through her shouts of 'Uno', though she was undoubtedly busy this time. That was fine. You almost wanted some time to yourself.

O's house was nice anyway. Pleasant, you'd say. But it was much lovelier outside, especially at night, you'd realised, the lack of light pollution bringing the stars just short of being as close as the TARDIS could bring them.

You sat yourself down on the floor, legs crossed, hands drumming against your thigh. The lifestyle of travelling with the Doctor didn't tend to have positive effects on your sleeping habits, but the view you found yourself looking upon was so dazzlingly worth it. Distracting, even. Distractingly brilliant, drawing you away from the fact that there was still a nameless species seemingly made of light threatinging the lives of the whole planet, having forced Yaz into tears from whatever nightmarish situation she'd endured. Distracting.

Your lips were ever so slightly parted as you dismissed the thought, letting your shoulders slump in the daze of the stars. You liked O's house, you'd decided; you could easily understand why he resided in it.

You quite liked O too. The slight crush, perhaps not so slight, wasn't even remotely a surprise. You really happened to like his smile. As soon as you'd landed, you'd lingered behind purely to catch more moments with the ex-agent. Nice eyes. Very nice eyes. And his files, the way he enthused about his information on the universe and-

"Okay out- "

You bashed your knee against the floor, hand on chest as your head snapped around. He was already in the midst of profuse apology, blanket in one hand, mug in the other. You cut him off with a grin and a small "Sorry," gaze shifting back in front.

He was soon sitting down beside you, which didn't happen to deal well with your heart. It was beating so fast you were near to certain it'd smash through your ribcage. It didn't help that he'd handed you the mug, the warmth in your hands close to matching the heat eminating from your chest.

"Hot chocolate," O said, "You could probably use the sleep. Not- not in that way, I meant- do you like hot chocolate?"

The mug pressed to your lips, you laughed. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Could use the company though - I'm not really sure what the Doctor's doing." His leg brushed up against yours. Oh god.

"Don't think I ever know what she's doing. Only so much you can nod along."

You could feel him watching you, something that realistically must have lasted a second or two, yet you left the mug very firmly pressed to your mouth, sipping on the drink only to await his conversation. He had a nice voice.

What you weren't expecting was the blanket in his hand to be quite blatantly offered to you. "Big enough to share," you gave, far too quick, far too enthusiastically.

A soft chuckle from O and one end was draped around your shoulder, the other around his own. He'd even shifted closer. That easy, you thought, nervers thrumming through your skin. "I come out here a lot. It's peaceful."

"Don't you ever feel lonely living here. I think I might go mad."

"What are you insinuating?" He smiled.

That smile still had you melting, prompting a short laugh. "I only mean there's a very distinct lack of company. It's nice though."

"Safe," he added. "And the Doctor's very into texting - I don't think I'm ever lacking in conversation. But, she can be quite difficult to reach. Might be useful to get through to someone else in the TARDIS."

"Are you asking for my number, or- "

"Yeah, sorry, I should have made that much more clear. Can't say I have many human contacts."

"Neither can I, and I don't even live in the middle of the outback."

"Or should I say, Spy Master."

You'd only been sneaking glances at him in a suit mere moments ago. Now, you were watching as the Doctor's face fell, O's smile growing manic. Or not O. You weren't sure, but neither were the others, which at least gave you the relief that you should be confused by this.

You really were trying to listen to the interaction, really, because it was important, but your pulse was beating so rapidly in your ear, simply due to the slight disappointment of a very recent crush turning out to be a maniac.

The conversation was barely a conversation, more of a dramatic reveal fueled by sheer panic, but all you knew was that you weren't using his name. The Master. He'd killed O, or not O, because he'd created that persona. The man who's face had been taken could be entirely different.

While they ran to the front of the plane, you found yourself dazed out, fingers digging into the chair. Fuck. You couldn't be sure whether it was embarrassment or dissapointment, but your head hurt.

His hand was very suddenly gripping your arm, mouth unnervingly close to your ear as you all but forced yourself not to shrink back. His lips were upturned in that same manic smile, presumably pleased at having caused this state.

"Give me a call later, love. If you survive, obviously."

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