#he and yaz were close

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

this is nuts. it's been three years. "i didnt let you in to what i was doing, going after karvanista" it's been Three Years to yaz. does she even remember that fight. i mean im sure she does but not the specifics. it must be such a dizzying experience. like a wormhole. the doctor tying this day to that day in 13x1 which is like, approximately the same day to her. a long day, but sort of the same day. and to yaz this is like so long ago. this is as long ago as her running away was in 11x1. what do you think would be going through her head. "if you tell, i'll tell"?

[isasapphicmess]

“Missy to spymaster doesn’t make sense”

“Missy was good, spymaster is bad, it doesn’t make sense , how did that happen? ”

Oh let’s delve into this

-missy’s redemption was never to do with being good or evil, she decided it was time to stand with the doctor, for the fun,for the chaos, to battle the loneliness of being a pretty much immortal being. Her previous selves did not get that cause they were younger. There’s also an entanglement of “if I’m like doctor,he’ll like me again”, years in that box waiting for the day they’ll be friends again.

-the lumiat is all the good in Missy magnified but there’s still the obsession, the manipulative nature , all surrounding the doctor. “Being on the ‘right’ side, the good I did can’t count for nothing or I wasted my time”. The lumiat is probably the most aware the master is ever gonna get about being in love with the doctor.

-the lumiat has a painful regeneration into the spymaster , spymaster can’t trust himself but still feels a loyalty to the doctor, where does he go ? Home of course. Then he finds out , the person that he thought he knew better than himself has had entires lives without him. The master is known as the doctors friend, ex and enemy but the truth is there might be people out there that knows the doctor better than he does. How dare the timelords lie? How dare the doctor be so much “more” than him? The millennia of inferiority, jealousy and attachment implodes. Spydocs dynamic is typical thoschei at their core “I fucking hate ur soul but I’m obsessed with you at the same time”.

-missy’s ‘redemption’ isn’t pointless tho, it shows the master is capable of siding with the doctor but after finding out they don’t truly know the doctor as intimately as they previously thought , they fall back into what’s comfortable , hating the fuck out of the doctor.

-spymaster also views morality as a disease (power of the doctor scripts I love you) ‘your afflicted by morality yaz, i blame her’ the master viewing morality as disease speaks to how they view their 2 last regens (missy, lumiat) and the self hatred that ultimately leads them to wanting to become the doctor. [chibnall I’m in ur walls for the stuff you cut out of POTD].

-why didn’t the master just regen into 13s image or pretend they are the doctor. BABES THEY ARE A DELUSIONAL OBSESSED EX. There’s no logic , they want to be as close to the doctor as they can. Also do you sincerely think the doctor would have stayed dead? The loser (affectionate) would have brought her back after 3 months.

[evenstar0600]

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)

[fxlling13]

Because Of You

Part 2.

Dh!Master x fem reader

Part 1

Synopsis: you finally get away from the doctor.

Warning: bad language. Blood. Pain

(A/N: so I decided to write part 2 haha. And in a different pov. Just ahead of this weekend obviously)

After another harrowing adventure, it was safe to say you were exhausted. And now the master was banned from tagging along. Apparently he’d become dangerous again. In reality, you knew the doctor was still bitter over your bond. Plus, it gave him alone time to plot an escape. He knew where his tardis was, it was just getting there. Before you had chance to find him, the doc stopped you and announced she had somewhere else to take the two of you. Yaz was thrilled, smiling as the blonde began to ramble.

“I’m tired.” You spoke softly, hoping for some understanding. At that moment, all you wanted was your bed. After spending the past five hours constantly running, that’s exactly what you needed. That and a bath. Instead, the doctor rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“I’m not stupid (y/n). I know that you’re just going to find the master.” You sighed tiredly, rubbing your eyes. Not having the energy to argue, you just shrugged.

“I wasn’t but never mind. Let’s go.”

Oh how you wished you could have stood up for yourself more. As you were hiding behind a large stack of crates, your heart was pounding and your ears ringing. The doctor and yaz were nowhere in sight. They had fled without a second thought. So here you were, listening as heavy footsteps grew louder and you knew you had to get out. Pulling yourself up, you dashed for the door and found a padlock. Great.

“Human life sign detected.” A robotic voice echoed around the metallic room and your blood ran cold. Having no other choice, you smashed the lock with your fists and ran through the door. Sadly, there were armed guards ready which meant your legs carried on. On the other hand, their weapons were knives so easier to evade. Saying that, one managed to snag your shoulder as you rounded a sharp corner. Quite literally. Seeing the tardis, you threw yourself inside with urgency and slammed the door.

“There you are!” Yaz yelled, but not with relief. Turning round, you gaped for air as your lungs were burning.

“The hell did you go! We’ve been waiting here like idiots. Couldn’t you keep up?” The doctor was almost screaming, storming over to you with purpose. Now confused, you rested against the wooden doors to steady yourself.

“We had the right to just fly off and leave you there!”

“Then why didn’t you? It’s not my fault, you abandoned me. I told you I was tired.” You spoke through heavy breathing, adrenaline wearing off. Once again, the doctor rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“You love to make excuses up huh? I hate liars.” Everything caught up to you, your anger becoming too much. Harshly, you shoved the blonde back.

“You think I’m lying? Look at me!” Yaz was quick to go to the doctor, holding her close.

“I’m covered in blood! Because you left me alone with a set of killer robots!” You shouted in a fit of rage. And you were right. Your hand was balled up, each knuckle wounded. Your shoulder had a large gash to go with this, the pain becoming more apparent each second. Huffing, you pushed past them weakly and began to walk up the stairs before stopping. Turning back to the two women, you pressed your lips together before speaking.

“He would never let me get hurt.” Your words hit the doctor hard and Yaz had to keep her restrained as you left. Once around the corner and down the corridor, your lip began to tremble and your body grew weaker. Suddenly, you felt hands land on your shoulders and gazed up only to instantly relax. The master peered down at you with worry. You succumbed to your needs and fell into his chest with ease. Your body wracked with sobs and the man holding you tightened his grip.

“Hey hey. It’s okay sweets.” Hooking his hands under your arms, he picked you up effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you clung on weakly.

“I’ve got you now.” The masters voice was low and gentle, his hand running along your back. You faintly heard him mutter ‘hold on’ before your head began to spin. More than it already was. Everything was hazy, falling in and out of consciousness. You barely registered what your body was feeling. But you could make out the press of the masters lips to your temple. Then everything went black.

The doctor stood in the console room, messing around with the controls. She could feel eyes boring into the back of her head and sighed.

“What do you want?” She sounded bored, turning to face the master. He strolled over, jacket long gone and hands tucked into his pockets.

“You haven’t noticed.” Was all he said, standing right in front of her. The doctor furrowed her brows, casting her eyes around.

“What?” He just chuckled at her not knowing and aimlessly walked around the console.

“You and (y/n) had a pretty heated fight I see.”

“Only because you have corrupted her.” Scoffing, the male leant against a pillar and tilted his head.

“No I haven’t. And you know I haven’t. That’s what’s driving you mad.” He slowly took a step towards the blonde with a smile on his lips.

“You can’t stand that she chose me over you.” He chuckled, running his tongue along his teeth. Pulling his hand out, he twirled it round in the air with expression.

“And to make things worse for your overworked brain, it kills you that she loves me. Doesn’t it?” The doctors nostrils flared with rage, nails digging into her palm as the master continued on.

“And I love her. The one human you can’t have. Because she’s mine.” He finished, smiling smugly.

The Doctor went to slap him but he grabbed her wrist with force. They stared each other down, him finding intense joy at her upset. Laughing, the master moved away and head up the steps.

“What is it then? What haven’t I noticed?” The doctor spat, halting the man. Smirking, he turned and looked at her with pity.

“We’ve been gone three days.” He whispered patronisingly, waving at her before pulling out his TCE and disappearing. Leaving the doctor to wallow in her own feelings.

When you awoke, you found yourself in a room you didn’t recognise. What you did know, was you were lying in the most comfortable bed you had ever been in. Purple silk sheets surrounded your body, your head resting on two perfectly fluffed pillows. Gazing around the room, you saw how nicely it was decorated. In front of the newly found four poster bed, was a cracking fire. A beautiful grey tiled mantelpiece encased it with intricate galifreyan carvings. The wall to your left was lined with dark book shelves with the most luxurious books imaginable. There was also a desk slotted between. Slowly, you sat up and looked down at your hands. They were neatly wrapped up, as was your shoulder. Then you realised you were wearing only your bra and a pair of very loose pyjama pants.

“You’re finally awake.” The masters voice greeted you warmly, the door clicking shut behind him. Coming to your side, he perched on the edge of the bed.

“Where am I?” You asked, voice horse. Smiling, he placed his hand in yours and you relaxed immediately.

“On my tardis. In my room to be more specific.” He told you, happy to see the relief on your face.

“You got us out?”

“Of course I did, love. I couldn’t let her treat you like that any more.” Gently, he reached up and stroked your cheek, thumbing the skin with care. His eyes raked over your figure, fingers tracing the bandages.

“I hope you don’t mind your attire. I wanted to make sure I could clean everything.” Blushing, you shivered under his touch but shook your head.

“I don’t mind. How long was I out?”

“Three days, I put your mind in a deep state of rest.” The master moved closer, almost caging you against the pillows. But you didn’t complain, instead you felt comfort. He rested his hand by your waist, your own hand came to hold his arm securely. Almost hugging it.

“I went back to the doctor. Gave it to her straight. I should have hurt her but, I couldn’t leave you for that long.” Smiling at his words, you rested your head on his shoulder and sighed.

“How about my room? Do you like it? It’s much better than the doctor’s tardis right?” You almost giggled at his need of approval.

“I love it. It’s a lot nicer so far. Plus your bed is so comfy.” Leaning back against the pillows, the master helped you to sit straight and get comfortable. Inching closer, the man was still facing you but practically sat on the bed beside you. His hand landed on your clothed thigh, smoothing over the fabric tentatively.

“She hadn’t noticed, by the way. We’ve been gone for three whole days. And the doctor didn’t notice a thing.” He laughed, simpering as he lined the pattern on your pants with his finger.

“Why would she? I’m not important. You on the other hand-“

“Don’t say that ever again.” He spoke sternly, eyes looking straight into your own. Frowning, you cast your gaze down to his hand on your thigh.

“But I’m not important to her. And I don’t care.”

“Well you’re important to me. And I’ll destroy whole galaxies to prove that.” Your heart sped up, swallowing thickly and hoping he couldn’t tell how flustered he was making you.

“Really?” You questioned, causing him to hum in confirmation. Sucking in a breath, the master trailed his hand along your inner thigh and up to your waist.

“Yes. I will burn heaven and earth for you.” His eyes flicked down to your lips briefly, the blush on your face spreading to your ears. You looked up at him shyly, lashes fluttering.

“Stop looking at me like that, (y/n).” The master groaned, leaving you confused.

“Why?” Smirking a little, he cupped your jaw with intention. Without saying another word, he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours. Heat filled your body. You kissed back instantly, ignoring the initial shock. Your arms wrapped around his neck to tug him in closer, the male practically hovering over you by then. He pulled back with caution, smiling down at you.

“That’s why.” Gleefully, you rolled over, successfully pinning him beneath you. The master grinned, holding your waist. He looked proud at your tactical move.

“Hah. Got you.” You giggled playfully, resting your elbow down to get closer to him.

“Only you can get away with man handling me, dear.”

Delicately, he traced along your face before trailing down and leaving his hand to cup the side of your neck. Placing your own free hand on his chest, you sighed.

“How do we get back at the doctor? You must have a trick up your sleeve?” You wondered out loud, hearing him cackle slightly.

“Oh of course I do. And with you by my side? It’ll be easier than ever to get her exactly where she deserves to be.”

[ssaalexblake]

the under the sea scene in Legend of the Sea Devils is Not talked about enough in the context that Thirteen is the one making this moment tense.

I don't mean that she's the one trying to have a hard conversation, I mean that Thirteen is the one who made it awkward that they were pushed so close to each other. Thirteen is the one who made this scene sexually/romantically tense, it had Nothing to do with Yaz. They must have stood in the doors of the tardis hundreds of times and had it be totally unremarkable. Not this time, though. Thirteen was using a tiny bit of that old Doctor charm that she usually avoids in this scene and then accidentally gets herself in too deep and starts looking at Yaz's lips and starts to panic a bit.

At this point, Yaz genuinely doesn't know if she's the only one here who has caught feelings. Thirteen is actively flirting here, and whether that was a wise move of hers or not (it wasn't, but still), Yaz doesn't actually let herself believe that it even happened until after she's spoken to Dan about it and he's like 'well Duh' at her.

The lip staring and awkwardness is all 13's doing. Yaz was shying away from this thinking she was imagining things.

It's bonkers because people are out here stating that 13 wasn't into Yaz like that's not Actively contradicted by canon both verbally And by showing 13 at the bottom of the ocean trying to avoid pushing Yaz up against the door and making her breathless for reasons Entirely unrelated to being underwater.

That underwater scene was Before Yaz worked out that 13 was into her and actively while Yaz was trying to reel any kind of feelings for the doctor in. Any tension, romantic, sexual, however you want to interpret it, was Thirteen's doing.

[unnecessary-dinosaurs]

it’s been on my mind a lot that none of the kids were really happy before nublar. darius was locking himself in his room, unsure how to move on without his dad. kenji was truly alone- his dad never really cared for him. sammy was forced into corporate espionage, and her family was struggling severely. ben was terrified of everything all the time- he avoided anything even slightly risky. yaz was completely closed off from the world. she rejected affection/companionship with anyone but her mom. brooklynn was so focused on her channel and her followers that she didn’t really take time for others or herself.

in the weirdest possible way, the disaster at jurassic world actually helped them all a lot. i’m not saying it was a good thing (it was far from it), but it’s just interesting that it was actually able to help some of the people it hurt the most. not only did it help them all with their individual problems, but they also all gained a strong, valuable support system and second family.

[gingericywolf]

one day I'll make myself an Ao3 account, until then

[Carrying the bull's shadow part ??; A Safe Space (temp title?); Word count: 3875; have fun on this trip in Ben's mind]

Ben couldn’t sleep. He had tried, multiple times already that night, managing to only get short naps before his body woke up again. He looked at his watch, but it was useless, the thing had stopped at some point, not sure if the battery ran out or it just broke the day all fell, the hands fixing at 2:38 and never moving again. Why did he keep the thing he didn’t really know. Its reflective surface was good to start fires with the sun. Right. He closed his eyes hoping to rest at the images of flames flickering and rising, keeping him warm and cooking the fish he caught. But a few minutes later they were open again, mind on alert. It was a stupid habit that just didn’t want to let go from his time alone, when any sound would mean a dinosaur coming to get an easy meal, a sleeping human. Sleeping on trees had helped ease the constant anxiety a bit, at least from the idea of Compys chewing on him alive, not that they would have dared after that stunt he had pulled on them.

He could not stop the smirk coming and pulling at his lips at the memory. Yeah it had been like one of the worst days ever. Even then he couldn’t sleep, both for anxiety and Bumpy stealing his leaf ‘bed’ in the small shelter he had. And apparently he got a really bad temper when sleep deprived. He had snapped against Bumpy, scaring her away, shelter destroyed. And without the, at the time, baby ankylosaur at his side the Compys seemed to decide to torment him. The whole day, everytime more of them showed up, until after he had cried himself to sleep he woke up to a storm thundering and a swarm of like fifty-more Compys surrounding him. And that was the night they learned to fear Benjamin Fitzgerald Pincus. So many things changed since then. It was like the island opened a door for him, taking him in, and he became who he was now. Not anymore scared Ben from camp, but a true survivor, a fighter, the boy of the island, wild child, as sometimes they called him now. One that instead of running from an angry dinosaur would stand his ground and fight. And somehow this worried the rest of them more. I can take care of myself. They don’t have to worry. A bitter thought, but a true one. He had survived alone for he didn’t know how long while they had each other, easy access to ‘food’, if that canned stuff could be called food, and a “solid” safe base. If there was something that still scared him, it was the idea of turning back to who he was before. There were only a few times where he wished he wasn't like this, that he still was the same as before, that the… incident…, had never happened, that he could have stayed with the others from the moment of their stranding. For the most part he was happier with how things went. Here. On the island. He learned to call the place Home, to the point he was reconsidering leaving it. Staying on the island.

Maybe that was something he should have worried about more, but he was done worrying and overthinking and panicking and… oh that was what he was doing now, wasn’t it? Who did he want to fool, he still was scared of many things, he just learned to hide it better and to fight. Scared and armed, a terrible combination. He sighted and slowly started sitting up in his bunk, looking around.

It wasn’t actually his bunk, it was Yaz’s, but she was sharing the bed below with Sammy that night and he had been just too tired to stay on the couch or a branch, wanting the feeling of something closer to a bed under him.

And then he didn’t sleep, because of course that was how it worked.

He rolled over and silently jumped off, avoiding the creaking planks and casting a quick glance behind, making sure to not have disturbed the two girls cuddled together. Sammy holding Yaz and Yaz’s head resting on Sammy’s chest. Quite the adorable sight.

The impromptu cuddle sessions were probably the reason the two had claimed the bunks hidden behind the couch, which was the most amount of privacy any of them had… if you didn’t count the couch piece was usually Ben’s night spot, since he didn’t have a bed, and in the weeks passed he had gotten a lot of material to tease the Track-star like an annoying little sibling.

Peeking over he took a quick head count. Darius bunk was on the floor above, the only other instance of privacy in the treehouse, and hopefully he was asleep. Kenji was in the hammock at the other side of the treehouse, his tall frame barely fitting and one of his legs dangling out, but definitely sound asleep. A dinosaur could roar in his face and he would still keep on sleeping probably. Then the bunk on top… was empty. Must have been Brooklynn’s time to take watch. And indeed there she was next to the ladder, resting on the railing with her bat in hand. Rip the possibility of sneaking out. He could have managed if any of the others were up, but Brooklynn was impossible to deceive, second to her were only Yaz and himself probably. Still it didn’t kill to try. Unless Lynn hits me with that bat, then maybe it would kill to try.

Picking up his own weapon he silently moved out of his hiding spot, still sure to avoid the creaking and unstable bits of flooring. If he could reach the tree on the side maybe he could swing off the branches.

“Where are you going?” The whisper was loud enough for him to hear without disturbing the others, and the tone firm and serious. Ben froze in his tracks and slowly turned to the girl, trying to not look too guilty and come up with an excuse. Brooklynn was still facing the jungle, and not looking at him. How in hell did she bust him? And I'm the one with freaky jungle senses? 

“Uh. Umh. Bathroom?” He attempted. Oh now she turned her head towards him, eyebrow raised. Not buying it. He did not mean to make it sound like a question and that busted the lie.

“Ok ok… uh, just checking on Bumpy.” He hoped this was more convincing. 

Brooklynn pointed under the treehouse, where Bumpy was resting. Then she fully turned to him, arms crossed and bat bouncing, like the tail of a cat that was getting slightly pissed off. Pink hair glowing almost white in the moonlight and giving her a more menacing aura. 

“Oh, weeelll, look at her. Sleeping nicely” He said a bit too enthusiastically and leaning on the railing himself. Idea! “Yooou  know what, you look pretty tired too, why don't you go to have a nice rest, mm? I’m plenty awake. I can take the watch turn” He smiled at her, putting an arm around her shoulders and pointing at her bunk.

“And yooou know you are a terrible liar. Also Darius just woke me up for the turn change so, I’m plenty rested too.” She smugly said, “And as if I didn't know you’d sneak away god knows where.”

“Aw. shit.” He was so unlucky tonight, and if Darius had just woke her up then he probably was still awake too, so he was probably observing the interaction. He had noticed how he seemed to keep an extra eye on him. Everyone was worried he’d disappear in thin air. Sometimes he thought of doing it. There was a reason they didn’t let him do many night shifts.

With a groan, he basically slumped against the railing, letting one leg fall between the bars, enjoying the feeling of partly weightlessness.

“Ben?” She was looking at him, bat resting at her side. He gripped his spear tighter. 

With a roll of eyes Brooklynn went back to watch the jungle. “If you need to go out a bit, I'm not stopping you, you know. Just… don’t hide it. I guess we get a bit too much sometimes, but it’s just because we are..”

“Worried? yeah.. you guys don’t have to. I..”

“Can take care of yourself. We know.” She finished. “See you are fitting right back in, we are starting to know your lines.”

He should have been happy about that, why wasn't he? Still a small smile formed on his face. “I knew it was useless to try and sneak past you. Thanks for… letting me out,” he laughed a bit, “I just need to go on a walk and get some air. I can’t sleep anyway” He started making his way down the ladder, securing the spear in his belt.

“I’ll bring Bumpster with me, so I’ll not be alone. She will wake up anyway once she senses me on the ground, we have a bond like that.” He proudly smirked.

“Yeah sure, Wild Child. You and your Amazing Dino be careful, and don’t give me that look, I’ve heard some big roars.” That nickname Yaz had given him really had stuck with everyone it seemed.

Ben gave her a thumbs up, indicating he had heard her, and jumped the last steps landing on the ground. On cue, Bumpy stirred and looked at him questioningly.

He greeted her and patted her head, then rubbed her horns in apology for waking her up. He didn’t need to speak, but did anyway.

“Sorry girl, wanna go for a walk and get a midnight snack, or two or three a.m one. I have no clue what hour it is”. Walking at her side he directed her to the shrubbery and out the camp clearing.

Brooklynn watched him disappear in the dark jungle, a bad feeling of deja-vu coming to her. Then she looked at the upper floor of the treehouse and crossed eyes with Darius.

-

As he walked next to the bushes, Ben picked up a few berries and tossed them to Bumpy, who wasn’t one to refuse the sweet snacks. He felt bad for needing this time alone, but he also knew that if he didn’t move he would go insane in bed without sleep. He planned on tiring himself out so that at least the next night he would pass out without a doubt. 

He took a drink at the river and then kept walking along it, trying to remember to not stray too far from the camp. Bumpy nudged him in the arm.

“What's up girl?” She looked at him, making a low bellow. He wished he could understand her as well as she seemed to get him. After a while, heading back, they found a big bush, filled with the red berries they both loved. Bumpy started munching on it happily and Ben refilled his bag. You never had enough stash here in the jungle

As he did so his mind started spiraling again on many unsaid things. There was a lot he wasn’t sure he would ever be ready to share with the group. The only thing he ever talked about was his fight with Toro, and even there just part of it. He thought a lot about the Carnotaurus, who a few weeks after the fight, started appearing everywhere he went. Following him like a shadow. Or was Ben unknowingly following the dinosaur? Sure it was more than just coincidence, considering he even saw him…

He got distracted by some chirping and the sound of tossing around. Picking his spear back in hand he went looking. He took notice of Bumpy huffing and was quick to tell her she could keep on eating. He had an idea of what it was. He had been thinking about them just now.

And turning behind a big tree, he found exactly what he was thinking of. Two baby dinosaurs. Small nubs on their heads where horns would soon grow, bodies made for running, sharp pin-needle teeth filled mouths, rows of rounded scales on the striped coloration.

Baby Carnotaurus. And not just any Carnotaurus.

Toro’s babies.

“Ehi, Arrow, Bullet,” he called. Yes he had named them.

The two raised their heads and stopped play-fighting, or better to say Bullet stopped bullying her brother, to go and jump on him. Ben raised his braced arm with practice as the little one grabbed onto it and they started playing tug, while Arrow watched, unsure. Shy. Ben smiled at that, he reminded him so much of how he was before. Still once he grew up he would become one of the greatest predators of the island.

Bullet was total opposite of her brother, as one could easily tell. She was totally her father’s daughter, having earned his aggressive disposition. She was very much a bite first and think later. Just like me now. As much as it made him proud it also worried him, her recklessness could bring her to danger.  Just like the others worrying for me.

The brace snapped and Bullet ran away victorious with the bark piece in her mouth and low happy barks.

“Nice job girl, you were faster this time, I need to step up my game.” He clapped his hands. He had played with them like this a few times now, in the couple weeks they had hatched, sometimes even with Toro around watching. He wasn’t sure what all of that meant.

Truth was he only kept the brace for this. And for looks. He didn’t need it anymore, the skin under it having scarred completely. It was kinda ugly and he didn’t want to let the others see so he kept on covering it. Like he covered all the scars, the ones he could, physical and psychological ones. While he was overthinking again, Arrow had gotten closer, bumping his round scaly snout to his cheek, where another scar rested, one he could not hide. Then the chick crawled on his lap and half under his shirt, head poking at the neckline, nubs and scales tickling his chest. He laughed as the dinosaur shifted in a comfortable position and happily purred. He had been doing it since day one and didn’t seem to care he was quickly overgrowing his favorite spot. He checked back to see Bumpy still eating at the bush and he relaxed against the tree, before looking back again realizing they were quite close to camp.

Were the roars Brooklynn warned about Toro’s? Then where was he?

“What are you two doing over here, where is dad?”

That wording felt right.

Of course they could not answer him, instead just looking up with their big eyes. Bullet came at his side again, giving him the brace back, her little fangs showing through the lips and eyes shining.

“Round two?” He put the brace back on and prepared his arm again. It was harder playing with Arrow on his lap, chirping in protest. They kept playing for a while, until the ground started vibrating and the trees parted. The scarred Carnotaurus entering the small clearing.

Ben had smelled him before he came into view, the stench of burned flesh never seemingly leaving the creature. His skin still, and probably forever, not fully healed. He was amazed by how he still survived with everything he went through. With all the pain he was constantly subjected to. Probably as unlucky as he was.

The little ones ran to him chirping and he reached down rubbing his snout to theirs, lowly grumbling, sniffing. Then he saw Ben and grumbled again, louder. Before the boy could move the dinosaur closed the distance, leaving no way for escaping. Ben closed his eyes preparing for what was coming.

Lick.

Wet and sticky saliva all over him.

He opened an eye just as Toro snorted, the smell of rotting flesh from his meals filling the air around for a moment. He would definitely need to shower later. Another lick. His hair now sticking up like Kenji’s.

He was alive.

He was laughing.

He blinked trying to get the saliva out of his lashes, and looked up at the Carnotaurus. The scar on the snout glistening in the moonlight, mirroring the one on his cheek. His stomach twisted knowing he had partly reopened that scarring with the spear point at his side, hitting an already vulnerable spot. He looked into Toro's yellow eyes, and he was transported to a different clearing, at a more desperate him, ready to fight the one that was blocking his path, fear crashing through his body as he thought it was either win or death.

Rough scales rubbed against him and he took hold of the large head, scars brushing scars.

“What..” he managed to say, before the air was taken out of his lungs, body being pressed against the tree and he grabbed onto the horns. He felt his feet leave the ground as the dinosaur raised his head. “Well this is familiar.” He said, upper body now laying on the dinosaur head and snout, like it had once before, just that at that time he was being tossed around like on a rodeo bull, his shoulder scraped, remembering how it felt to hit the sharp horn. He also remembered the moment after it, when Toro roared at him and for a second he looked in his eyes and understood him. A feeling of respect and… something. Battle over. Then Bumpy came crashing before anything else could happen and the rest was so fast that he couldn’t rationalize anything. After that he just buried it all in his mind, happy to have Bumpy back and the rest is history.

Back to the moment he could hear the babies’ chitters under him as he was put back down. They twirled around his legs as Toro laid down, with a big yawn but not relaxing, curling his tail around the babies and the boy.

Ben remained watching a bit, still dumbfounded by the situation, before resting his back on Toro’s side, feeling the scales with one hand. They were different from Bumpy’s ones, having a more leathery feeling even burned, with occasional hard bumps. Osteoderms was not the right words to describe them, but the only one that popped up in his mind. Darius would have known better, but it was the only word he could think of as it was the word for Bumpy’s, who even in the less armored spots had constant hardened scales, rough to the touch, abrasive almost, if his legs where any proof of what riding a dinosaur without protection and in shorts was like. So similar yet so different. Thinking and overthinking all the encounters with the dinosaur as he memorized the feeling of each nub and scale.

He stretched his legs and yawned, before curling against the warm side, feeling it rise and lower with every breath. Arrow took back his place on his lap, and Ben started petting him; Bullet attached herself to his side. He looked at the two babies and then at Toro, his attentive gaze resting on the three of them, a huff puffing his nostrils, lips curled in an almost amused expression, before turning to the jungle again. Maybe Ben was getting tired, because his mind was starting to give him absurd ideas. Yet it seemed so logical. Observing the dinosaur. Was it a crazy realization he had just now, or had he been too blind to notice earlier.

He had greeted him like he did his babies, he let him play with them, brought him to his nest, he had been watching over him from way before, after their fight.

It was because of an interrupted, unfinished battle first.

It was because he saw him as one of his own too, now.

Well that was going to be a hard thing to explain to the others, he didn’t even know how to start. Or if he wanted too. There was so much he was keeping from them, but would they understand or think he had completely lost his mind? He had not realized it until now sure but he somehow had felt it anyway, in the way he always found him.

In a way he too had watched over Toro. That's how he knew that there was something that was making him nervous at this moment, feeling the twitching muscles behind him, as the big dinosaur looked around the darkness, keeping them all close.There was a reason he had been now openly ‘affectionate’ with him. If he had moved the babies closer and closer to where the kids camp was. He would not be surprised if one morning he found them under the ladder, or directly on the treehouse. He did not know what could cause the normally bold and aggressive dinosaur to be more on the defensive side, but for sure it could not be anything good. Not if he wanted to keep his family close.

A heavy thumping came from the bushes that got Toro to look in the direction, baring his teeth growling.

A familiar asymmetric head popped in, bellowing, tail swishing from side to side and thumping on the ground.

A Small body trembled under his shirt, Arrow hiding as well as he could, Bullet stretching with an annoyed peep.

“Ehi Bumpster, it’s all ok, see. We are all chilling.” He raised his hands to calm his friend. “Look”.

And Bumpy looked, at him, at the babies, at Toro, and she huffed. Almost looking more jealous than anything. This surprised Ben and he wondered if Bumpy already knew, if she and Toro understood each other or if they were too different species.

Toro looked away, not fully relaxed, remembering the hard hit he took from her and the humiliation of falling off the cliff, but not hostile, giving space.The ankylosaurus was Ben’s pack and he accepted that long ago. What he could not accept were other members of said pack.

After a bit Bumpy lumbered closer, lowering herself to the ground and then plopping on her side with a sigh, effectively creating a shield, her tail close to Toro’s front side and her head next to his tail. Theoretically keeping watch on the backside, but practically falling asleep after the fill of berries. This got Ben to truly smile, the two sides of his dino family being ok with each other.

Because Ben didn’t know how or when it happened exactly, how long it had really gone on, but now he knew. And somehow that made sense. For once in his life he found it easy to accept what was probably the strangest thing ever happened to him. It was easy to feel like, and maybe imagine, the dinosaur as a father figure, that here was where he belonged. More than his own home had ever felt to him. Looking at the baby Carnotaurus again, no, at his little siblings, he let his eyes close and finally that night, sleep found him peacefully in that safe space within the forest of Nublar.

you reached the end! here a little treat with some bonus images, what i actually see on my pc, a version that i could not replicate and an un-burned toro one

[chaussetteblanche]

Hi darling, I was wondering if you could write an imagine about Kit Connor x plus size reader where the readers is getting a lot of hate from social media for dating Kit.And he comforts her.If you don't want to it's fine. Have a nice day ❤️

hi lovely !! thanks so much for requesting <3

pairing : kit connor x plus-size!reader summary : your relationship with kit gets leaked and you get hate because of your size word count : 970 warnings : none, except for one use of 'fucking'

Your mind reflects the stormy London sky as it starts to darken. You're enveloped in a throw, a steaming mug of tea placed on the coffee next to your couch. The apartment is quiet, save for your quiet sniffles. Suddenly, someone knocks at the door. You groan quietly, closing your eyes tightly. You felt more tears roll down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's me." His voice rings out from behind the door. Curse your apartment for having no insulation whatsoever. It really was no wonder you'd gotten complaints from the neighbours after Kit and you had had an eventful night. "C'mon, love, open up, I want to see that beautiful face of yours."

The video played over and over in your head. You hated the fact that you'd come to despise it because when Yaz had sent it to you, you'd swooned. Like, actually swooned. It was a video of the Heartstopper cast and their partners at a party. Only seven seconds of it had gone viral. The seven seconds it took for Kit to literally make heart eyes at you as you danced. The seven seconds it took for you to walk over to him and ask him if he wanted to dance with you. The seven seconds it took for him to pull you into a mind-devouring and reality-erasing kiss. The seven seconds it took for him to tell you that he loved you, for the first time, against your lips.

Frankly, he was the last person you wanted to see right now. But he was also the only person you wanted to see. Letting out a small, wet sigh, you got off the couch and trudged over to your front door, your bare feet resonating throughout the room as they hit the hardwood floor. With a click, you'd unlocked the door and opened it.

"Oh, darling." You hated the look on Kit's face when he saw the state you were in. Eyes red and puffy, hair messy, cheeks tear-stained, you knew you weren't at your best. But surely you couldn't look that bad as to turn his face into the epitome of guilty concern.

"I'm so-" "Don't you even dare," you interrupted him immediately. "None of this is your fault. The leak wasn't your fault and neither is the response." Kit licked his lips, eyebrows furrowed in such a way that you couldn't help the tears welling up in your eyes again.

"Can I touch you?" he asked softly, carefully. "Of course." You were engulfed by him as soon as you'd finished speaking. Kit always gave the best hugs, but this one was different. There was a kind of protectiveness to it, something that said I'm here, I won't let them hurt you any longer. A sob wracked through your body and Kit all but swallowed it as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. "You don't deserve this, I'm so sorry this is happening.

He pulled the door shut, locked it and led you back to the couch, where he puffed up the cushions before he sat down and pulled you in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face into his neck, soft sobs muffled his skin. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you ever closer.

You cried and cried until you couldn't anymore. You cried for all the times people called you disgusting, unattractive, unhealthy because of your weight. You cried for all the times you let yourself get beat down by a society whose beauty standards rested upon a number on a scale. You cried for all the times you loved yourself, unconditionally, and felt beautiful as a fuck-you to society and everybody who had made you feel unlovable. You cried for all the time Kit had made you feel beautiful and wanted and loved not despite your size and weight but because of them. You cried because you felt like that young teenager again, locked up in her room looking for magical weight-loss diets online because you couldn't stand looking at yourself in the mirror.

"I-" you hiccuped, "I hate the fact that it's getting to me. I don't want it to get to me. I've gone a long way since I let it get to me last." Kit cooed quietly, placing a kiss on your wet cheek. "This doesn't change anything, my sweet, you are still strong and have still come a long way. This doesn't set you back in the slightest." "I just wish I didn't care. And I wish society wasn't this fucking stupid." "I know, my love. It's mean and unbridled and unfounded disdain. It's unfair and you don't deserve it and I'm so, so sorry." You gently hit his shoulder. "I told you not to apologise, it's not your fault, Kit." He sighed and leaned his head back onto the back of the couch. "I- I know it's not technically my fault but I still feel somewhat responsible. Those people watched the show, some call themselves my fans and what they're doing to you, it's- And I can't do anything about it."

You pulled your face away from the crook of his neck, which you had left embarrassingly wet, and looked into his eyes. "I can't stop you from feeling guilty, but know that I don't hold anyone accountable in the slightest, except for the person who leaked that video of us kissing and all these people insulting me because of my size." Kit stared at you for a second. "I don't think you have any idea of how much I love you."

Your wet cheeks reddened in the slightest, your eyes looking down. "Do you wanna get your mind off it and watch a movie? We can order take out," he suggested. You nodded, a small smile etching its way onto your lips. "Nothing has ever sounded better."

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

still thinking about yaz travelling with 10 so heres what i have so far:

she runs into him in london coming out of an interview for unit or smth, a couple of months after potd. for him it's in the gap between waters of mars and end of time. hes So Messed Up and yaz is like oh i know this. this is familiar. this might not be my doctor but,,,,this is my doctor

hes like oh what year is this? i was aiming for- and shes like dont ask me i keep getting it mixed up too. and hes like thats a bit of a strange thing to say, do we know each other? you seem familiar. shes like yes we've met

she surmises he doesnt have company bc hes all high on ginger and not trying to hide it. then shes like youre not flying like this, can i take you anywhere bc this is a fucking tardis and a fucking doctor available to her and how many more times is she gonna get this opportunity? never? once, and she has to wait for it 40 more years? no way is she just gonna walk past and go home. shes gonna do what shes always done and buy herself a little more time

she lets herself into the tardis, too sure of herself for him to really do anything abt it, as she asks "where did you say you were going?" he closes the doors "eternity"

"eternity?" she looks at him "is that a euphemism"

"it's a planet. in the larger magellanic cloud. thought maybe i should check up. sorry but who are you, exactly?"

shes like yes. um. yasmin khan. im a friend. as she stares at the tardis in wonder like the first time she walked in. and the tardis lights up bc she doesnt care about linear time and she loves yaz. so yaz starts putting in coordinates. she has to search for some of the controls bc the console is different but it's not too bad

"well thats great to hear, yasmin khan. can never have enough of those"

"larger magellanic cloud" she says looking at the navigation on one of the screens. "dyou ever think it's maybe a bit weird to name things in space after colonists?"

"well depends whos doing the naming. we dont call it that"

"no? what do timelords call it"

"and seeing as it were human colonists who settled there, maybe the name fits"

"there goes my faith in humanity" and she pulls the takeoff lever

the flight is bumpy as ever and when muscle memory fails her three times in a row shes like oh my god WHERE is your conceptual geometer and instead of pointing it out to her he just walks over and adjusts it and the way he does it is so familiar she has to blink hard a couple times

they might or might not end up on eternity but they certainly run promptly into trouble. yaz is a bit mysterious to him, a bit suspicious maybe because she wont answer any question directly but shes able to anticipate him so well that teamwork is pretty much seamless and theyre both running away from something so their motives line up and their need for something fun and exciting and distracting to happen too and also hes lonely and despite the way she basically hijacked his tardis he likes yaz bc of course he does

they match up timelines while hiding from guards, whispering about 1969 and weeping angels and "oh THATS why i dont remember, two doctors in the same place same time" and he figures out yaz travelled with future him

yaz drops a "she" and hes like "she??" and shes like oh shit should i not have said that and hes like no it's fine. and then hes like "does it suit me?" and she does Not manage to blink the tears away at that one

"is it something i said?" and then the guards spot them and hes like "RUN"

the ease with which he takes her hand as they run is lovely and horrible at the same time. she lets herself be dragged along while she thinks about the way 13 shook them off almost any time any of them touched her

a week & 8 planets in and shes been held by him more than shes been held by 13

they become buddies in like the way that you can sometimes become buddies with the younger sibling of your best friend or something. hes probably too heartbroken and messed up to develop a real crush but it's still yaz right? you know the way 10 kisses claras hand in the day of the doctor? that vibe. and yaz, with the benefit of.........foresight? hindforesight? picks up that vibe here that she couldnt with 13. bc 10 is young and a fountain of emotion compared to 13

my yaz is pretty firmly a lesbian so even if she was gonna get over the like very recent heartbreak and younger sibling vibes then still nothing was gonna happen here but theyre also both not in a place where they could cope with another heartbreak like that so like,,,,,,they both know, and they both know that they both know, but they dont need anything more so it just kinda makes them better buddies. sometimes youre a little bit in love with your friend in a way you dont want to act on. just another thing to bond over

and for yaz it's maybe a little bit healing to get 10s adoration like that

at some point the fact of meeting in the wrong order also comes up of course. yaz is like it's a little bit complicated, i dont know what i can say and 10 is like meh follow your instincts, youve got good ones i can tell. and if theres really something you shouldnt say i'll stop you

yaz is like does that happen a lot, as a time traveller i mean, meeting people in the wrong order? and 10 is like [THINKING ABOUT RIVER] "from time to time"

i just think theres a lot of potential for fun with the two of them. both of them running from the inevitable. not wanting to lose who they are, wanting more time as this version of themselves

yaz will learn so much about the doctor that retroactively contextualises a lot of 13, which i think could help in getting a little bit of closure. and theres so much river echoes sort of going in both ways. yaz flying the tardis with 10 because she learnt with 13, river later flying with 11

i also think seeing the way 10 is about his principles compared to how 13 was would be interesting. she would see a lot of the ways the doctor has grown up. yaz got to see so much of 12 in 13s trauma but she never got to see how 12 learnt and grew to become the 13 she loved. i think it would be special to see 10. see how they used to be. and also slap him on the fingers sometimes when he needs it

i dont know how to end it yet because that will just be more tragedy. 10 still ends up in end of time. yaz still ends up home. but maybe they can help each other a little bit in the time inbetween, even if the end theyre running from still comes to them both

[idekforfun]

Comfort ... JJk

Summary: After scoring an invite to JHope's album release party, Yazmine isn't expecting anything more than to stick to the sidelines and enjoy the free drinks and music. Little did she know what her ever growing relationship with the rapper would lead her to.

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Word count: 2.7k

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The only thing I am able to think of as my eyes scatter across the room of popular faces is "the amount of talent in this room is enough to swallow me whole". I’m overwhelmed with anxiety and I can't seem to remember how I was ever able to suppress it. I'm finding it increasingly hard to hide behind my extrovert persona, the one that is a lie, a huge lie in fact.

 I realized I had been lost in my head when the sound of loud clapping brought me back to the real world. I barely catch the very end of Hoseok's speech, something along the lines of "Thank you for supporting me", and "enjoy the food and music" then he gives a bow and walks down the stairs where he is immediately pulled into conversation. Oh, I can't even imagine the anxiety he must be feeling. I could simply stick to a corner and hide in the shadows, whereas he has to socialize with everyone out of obligation.

Socializing. For some reason I forgot that I'd have to do that. I've been able to avoid it thus-far having arrived minutes before the actual album started playing. Now, everywhere I looked someone was talking to someone else. I realized I couldn't just stand here alone forever. I examine the room for someone I know, even better someone I have interviewed because I'll take any familiarity I can at this point. This whole ordeal is making me question my job because how am I able to meet celebrities on the daily, and here I am stressing about having to socialize at a party.

I was too in my head again, so I didn't realize someone had been calling my name until I felt a few taps on my shoulder. When I turn around, I was met with no other than Jessi, thank god. We have met on more than one occasion, and she has a weird ability of making people extremely comfortable, something I am immensely thankful for right now.

"Yaz!" She pulls me into a hug. It actually does well to soothe me. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I didn't know either," I pulled back from the hug with a gentle smile. "Actually, I was kind of surprised."

"Why, are you and J-hope not close?" she questioned.

"I mean, I had him on the show and we got on really well. We've also messaged a lot, too." I know I sound hesitant speaking, as if I'm not sure of the words I am saying. It is kind of hard to believe that Hoseok would want a friendship with me of all people, let alone be close.

"Oh, he definitely adores you, we even talked about you once," she has a sparkle in her eye as she talks and for some reason, I feel obliged to believe her. "Also, he was one of the best episodes on your show by far."

She is right about that. It has been my most viewed interview by a pretty wide margin. Part of me knows it’s due to the fact that he is J-hope of BTS, obviously, but it was also such a good video. All my interviews follow a simple formula. I bring the guest on and we engage in whatever activity they enjoy, in Hoseok’s case dancing. It brings a different level of intimacy that you can’t get from simply sitting across from one another and reading questions from a card. The conversation always flows naturally, and it’s all so genuine. On top of that, even I can admit that Hoseok and I just clicked. Our personalities complimented each other well. So much that we even continued to develop our relationship through messaging, and now I am attending his album release party which is a very important step in his solo career. Maybe we are closer than I allowed myself to believe.

“Yeah, it was pretty great actually.” I could see her eyes light up at my slight self-indulgence. Maybe I should give myself more credit.

We both turn our heads at the call of Jessi’s name from across the room. She gives me another smile and hug and tells me that she’ll find me later. I am left alone again but it’s not as bad as before. The anxiety has decreased significantly, which made my apparent hunger more noticeable. Hoseok did say to enjoy the food so I might as well. The snack table was filled with delicious finger food. As I was reaching my hand to grab a bite of some expensive looking cheese on a toothpick someone called my name. I turned around to find none other than Hoseok’s bright smile.

“So, I see you made it!” He pulled me into a hug. Not the ‘barely touch you because this is a little uncomfortable hug”, but a “I feel like we’ve known each other for years hug’.

“Hoseok, you’re incredible. The album is amazing, the release party is amazing, your outfit is amazing!” We pulled away from the hug and I could see a feint blush on his cheeks hidden well in the dimly lit room. “I’m serious, you may be the coolest person I know.”

“Yahhh, you’re boosting my ego too much.” He said while smiling shyly.

“You also may be the humblest person I know so I actually don’t think that is possible.” He smiled at me again and I swear I saw a glimpse of the actual sun in him.

“Do you know anyone here?”

“A few people, mostly through the grapevine.” He could sense my hesitancy right away, I could tell.          

“Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” He said as he gestured to the general direction behind him where his so-called friends were. Knowing him, his friends could be some ultra-famous idols that have better things to do than interacting with me. I could slowly feel the anxiety creep back up my spine, and my heartbeat slowly increased.

“I don’t really want to be a bother,” he looked down at me with squinted eyes and a tilted head. “I promise it’s okay, I like being alone and these appetizers are calling my name.”

He chuckled at me in disbelief, as if that was an insane thing to say in a room full of celebrities. I guess you could say a part of me is forgetting that they are just normal people too, so I shouldn’t be feeling this intimidated by them. At the same time, I’ve seen celebrities get starstruck over other celebrities, so they really aren’t just normal people and I am going to tell myself that my feelings are valid.

“C’mon, you’re never a bother. You’re my friend and I want my friends to meet you” he said reassuringly. I guess that answers my earlier internal debate. After 2 seconds of contemplation, I let myself believe him, and I signaled for him to lead the way. He lit up and tugged on my wrist so I could follow him.

I don’t know who I was expecting him to introduce me to, but for some reason his members stupidly did not come to mind. Three of the seven members of BTS were sitting on the stage together, and their heads all turned to Hoseok and I as we approached them. Despite all my inner turmoil, I take pride in my ability to pretend that I am confident and unfazed by everything. That is how I’ve done so well in my career while dealing with anxiety, but as the three idols studied us as we approached them, I could tell that mainting my persona would be more difficult than usual. I know them of course, because who doesn’t these days, but seeing them in person simply beats videos and pictures. They really were beautiful men.

“Yazmine this is Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. Guys this is Yazmine.” Hoseok introduced while gesturing to each of them.

“Hi guys its so great to meet you.” I said with a smile. Jungkook and Taehyung who were sitting raised themselves up to give me a bow as well as Jimin who was already standing as I shook my hands at them. “Oh! there’s no need for that we can be casual.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” Jimin said with a smile. “After all these years it feels kind of strange not to be formal.”

“That’s how I feel except opposite. Getting used to being formal was a challenge and I sometimes still forget the strict customs.” I explained.

“Sorry if this comes across as rude but you’re not Korean? You’re Korean is really good!” Taehyung questioned.

“It’s not rude at all! I am half Korean from my mom and my dad is middle eastern,” as I was explaining, someone summoned Hoseok over to them and he gave my arm a firm squeeze in parting as he nodded to his members insinuating his departure. “I was raised in the US till age 12 and I’ve been back and forth since then.” I explained as they nodded in understanding. It was endearing how intently they were listening to me, and for some reason I felt oddly at ease with the three. My eyes wandered over to Jungkook’s as I finished my explanation, and as they met he quicky looked away.

“Your interview with Hobi Hyung was amazing by the way,” Jimin said. In the moment I don’t think I even processed that Park Jimin watches my show, I’d have to do that later. “The idea is so new and exciting. I hope that you’ll invite me once I start my solo schedule.” There was a sly smirk on his face. I wondered if it would be inappropriate to tell him I would probably jump off a bus if he asked me to, but I decided to keep that to myself in the end.

“I’ll see what I could do.” I joked back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone new approaching us and I turned my head to find Seokjin. I was now surrounded by four members of the group and I am surprised I’ve held my composure for this long.

“Hello,” he says timidly with a subtle bow. “Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say bye to these three. I’m Jin.”

Just when I thought these men couldn’t get any better, he introduces himself as if I wouldn’t already know who he is. I gave a bow back and smiled at his humility, “I’m Yazmine, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Hey Jungkook, this must be exciting for you.” At the mention of the youngest members name, I turned to look at him and caught his wide eyes and small headshake towards Jin that I was clearly not meant to see as his eyes shifted to me. “He loves your videos. One time he made me watch three episodes of your trying new things series.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook cried out. Obviously I was not supposed to be filled in on this information, but my heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster at this new discovery.

“Oh, did he now?” I questioned with a smirk. Jungkook’s face twinged a subtle pink that was barely noticeable in the dimly lit room, but noticeable, nonetheless.

“Oh yeah, Jungkookie is always sending us clips from your videos,” Jimin teased. Taehyung started nodding his head enthusiastically and decided he also wanted to join in on teasing the youngest.

“You should have seen his reaction when he found out Hobi Hyung was making an appearance, he was so jeal-”

            “Okay that’s enough.” Jungkook interrupted with an annoyed expression. Despite how much I was enjoying this, I also felt a little bad for him, and I’m sure he’s been at the center of their teasing all these years.

            “Well, I really appreciate the support, and it means a lot coming from you especially.” I reassured him. He gave me a shy small in return.

            “Well it was nice to meet you Yazmine, I am sure we’ll run into each other again,” Jin said with a warm smile. “Before I leave Hobi wants a picture with all of us.” He said while gesturing to the other members. They all nodded in agreement.

            As they all turned to follow Jin, Jimin turned to me and nudged my arm with his. “Don’t go too far, we’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be here.” I reassured. I definitely wasn’t comfortable enough to talk with anyone else here, and their welcoming energy was definitely more than enough for me. Jimin and Taehyung followed Jin, while I noticed Jungkook lingering a bit. I could tell he had something on his mind that he wanted to say.

            “Isn’t it a bit early for Jin to be leaving?” I questioned. This was my best attempt at making him comfortable enough to tell me what was on his mind.

            “This isn’t really Jin Hyungs scene, he doesn’t really know many people and he gets nervous meeting them too.” Jungkook explained. I almost did not catch the end of what he was saying because I was too distracted by his eyes. They really do sparkle just like everyone says.

            “Wow, if that’s how Jin feels then I really am hopeless.” I said in shock. If a literal bts member was having trouble socializing, I was doomed.

            “Not completely hopeless, you have us now.” He said with the most endearing smile I have ever seen. There was also something about how he said “You have us now”, as if he was insinuating that I would be in their lives longer than just a casual conversation at a party. I know it’s probably my delusion speaking, but it’s a nice thought to comfort me.  “By the way I really do enjoy your videos a lot. I guess it’s kinda embarrassingly obvious now that I am a fan.” He said with a little more confidence while referring to the teasing from his Hyungs.

            “If it makes you feel better, I have 3 older brothers, so I know how it feels. Also, I am slightly embarrassed because of how many stupid things you’ve probably seen me do. It’s actually all coming back now.” I laughed. I started internally second guessing every decision I made for my videos because Jeon fucking Jungkook watches them, and I pray that he has not seen the bird calling video.

            “What, like the bird calling video?” He says with a chuckle. This is not happening right now.

            “I am actually going to ignore what you just said for mental health reasons.” He lets out a boyish laugh at that and I swear I’ve never heard something more adorable in my life. I would honestly embarrass myself 100 times over if it meant that I could make him laugh.

            We both turn our heads at the call of his name and see the members waving him over for the pictures.

            “I’m sorry I don’t want to leave you alone…” He says hesitantly.

            “No, don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll just be here trying not to embarrass myself.”

            “I won’t take long so we can be embarrassing together.” He said in a teasing tone. My eyes couldn’t help but widen. I’m either crazy, or he just flirted with me. I could hear his giggle as he turned to walk away while I stood there stunned. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as I watched him join the others. Seeing them interact with each other was so special. They looked so happy and comfortable. It was hard not to be slightly envious of their relationship. I can’t remember the last time I had a connection like that with someone, and I could tell it was rare. My eyes naturally wander over to Jungkook as he wrapped his arm around Hoseok. I could see his eyes glistening even from here with joy and contempt. His eyes meet mine and I find myself unable to look away even though I know I’ve been caught staring. His eyes crinkle at the corners as we look at each other, waiting to see who will break eye contact first. My gaze wanders across his nose and cheeks as my face heats up. I force my eyes to meet his one final time and I turn away with a light feeling looming over me.

[querade]

late night analysis

thinking about how the doctor (2005) had never fallen in love with a companion aside from rose and river—well river sort of picked him out instead of vice versa, so it's really only Rose...

and that they have such a track record of things going horribly horribly wrong and they've been going down this *path* of closing themselves off to their companions that started off after Rose.

of COURSE they kept their companions at arm's length. They probably think themselves selfish for still having companions around at all when every single one has gotten hurt or worse all because of them.

look at Eleven and how he treats Rory and Amy. 'Don't wander off'. With Twelve he could finally shed his facade and focus on how old he is, and then he found his match with Clara and we know what happened to her.

So Thirteen is back with the same sort of 'life is performance, life is fun presentation' energy that never felt genuine—

because we know what the doctor truly is behind it. And it's not...fun. It's terrifying and hollow and ancient. But of course Thirteen's regeneration is young again, though like Vastra says, that's not for her it's for the sake of those around her. God Vastra is the best. Right on the nose. Thematically a lot of the newer shit in the Flux was about the doctor being pulled in a million different directions and trying to figure out who she, personally, is.

She's lost her sense of self—literally lost her memories and so she's absolutely obsessed solving with this identity crisis…Honestly, the doctor wants to go back to when they were just having fun, so it has to be presented as 'just another puzzle.

Thirteen loves Graham and Ryan and Yaz, oh, she loves Yaz, but knows simply how dangerous the love of the doctor can be.

the thasmin confession works. cause the doctor says they wouldn’t be with anyone but Yaz is close, and that’s does NOT mean the doctor didn’t like her—only that for a being with two hearts, it’s twice the pain when they’re broken.

[wow-its-me]

I made a post before about 14 and Yaz reuniting and it being a sad/happy they both immediately apologize thing

But now im obsessed with the idea of Yaz getting space to process that the doctor settled down with Donna’s family

I picture after an episode I of her going back in forth being quietly angry and upset and happy he’s okay and grieving her version of the doctor, she finally gets her moment,

She sits down working on something mindless with Donna (for whatever mission there on or thing their doing) Yaz is quiet much more then normal , she’s angry with her too, jealous mostly but she’s never admit it

“You and The Doctor seem like you’re close” Donna tries to get a conversation going

Yaz let’s out a laugh in spite of herself

“We were”

“Oh out with it then, what happened between you two?”

“You know where The Doctor was, right before he found you again?” She starts slow, choosing her words carefully

“Not exactly he-“

“Was with me. You’ve probably heard about the flux and everything, but it was us, traveling the stars,,,, together”

Donna hums, that was her once

“And then She left.

…

I loved her. Y’know what she told me? In the end? That she loved me. She didn’t say it like that, of course she didn’t, she was never very direct.

she wanted to spend the rest of time with me, she wanted to live our life together.

But no matter how much she wanted it didn’t matter because she couldn’t. That’s not the life of a time lord, that’s not the life of The Doctor.

Every time she’s tried to fix herself to anything it’s ended absolutely horribly.

She was regenerating, dying, changing.

For my safety she had to leave me behind. She lives her life on the run because she’s too afraid of what’ll happen if she stops. Nothing would convince her other wise. Nothing.”

She takes a breath realizing that she was raising her voice

“Except,,

What did you say to her? What could you’ve possibly said to convince him to stop for once? To settle, to breathe, what did you do? What didn’t I-”

She raises a hand to her eyes to stop the tears she feels coming

“Why not me?

He wasn’t looking for me, was he?”

Donna puts a hand over hers, Yaz pulls away and changes the subject

Maybe the Doctor overhears, or Donna talks to him later

Either way they talk and everything works out :)

[fxlling13]

Rule Breaker

Synopsis: the doctor can't tolerate the way you think, but maybe someone else can.

Dh!master x fem reader

Wc: 5.8k

Warnings: mentions of death, abuse, assault. Implied smut but no description. The doctor is a little mean. Violence, weapons usual master stuff.

Honestly, I was inspired by wolf to write this. (Jack definitely should of left matilda on the roof after killing him.)

(Y/n) pov

"Doctor he deserved to die!"

"No he did not!" We had been fighting for ten minutes. Standing in the clearing of a forest on earth, we had just witnessed a mans death. Not an innocent man. No, no. This man was clearly abusing his wife. So, when she picked up the gun, who was I to stop her? He deserved it.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'an eye for an eye, a leg for a leg.'? Maybe you should research it!" Scoffing at me, the doctor folded her arms. The wife had been escorted away by yaz, leaving us and their cabin abandoned.

"Yes I have. And it's utterly pointless. Noone deserves to die."

"He was a monster!"

"That's not for us to decide!" She screamed, stepping forward. I took a deep breath and rubbed my face.

"Doctor, he would have killed his wife. She had enough, good for her. Its exactly what he deserved." I saw her eye twitch at my statement. Shaking her head, the doctor began to walk away.

"I'm going back to the tardis. You do whatever makes you happy." With that, the doc stormed off, leaving me in the clearing. Groaning, I turned round to find the body of the man we were arguing about. I tilted my head, kicking his side with my boot.

"Disgusting. If the doctor wasn't here I'd have killed you myself." Thinking out loud, I stared down at the body with distaste. He looked like a creep, even in death. Now, he'd never see the light of day again. And that filled me with joy.

"I could have stabbed you, in the house. I had the chance. Stupid doctor. Stupid rules." With a pout, I gripped his face with my nails.

"Pity, I'd have liked to see you scared." Suddenly, a snapping sounded behind me.

"Now, that would have been a pretty sight." Eyes shifting upwards, I stood slowly and turned to see the master, leaning against a tree. Which, very obviously, was not there before.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not scared in the slightest. In fact, deep down, I was happy to see him.

"I'm here to check on my favourite human of course." Tucking his hands into the pockets of his plaid pants, the master strolled over casually. Gazing down at the corpse, he tut.

"She had good aim. Right in the temple." He tapped the side of my head twice, I suppressed my smile with great difficulty.

"You're right, especially since she was malnourished and dehydrated." Humming in agreement, the master turned his attention on me fully. I almost blushed at the close proximity.

"That was a pretty intense argument you were having there. I love to see the doctor so worked up." He cackled, sucking in a slight breath.

"I was just trying to say, he got what he deserved." I explained, not thinking much about it. Quickly, the master bobbed his head.

"Oh you're absolutely right. Dirty, dirty man. Deserves to be in the ground." Wetting my lips, I cocked my head aside, making eye contact with the alien.

"Why would you care about how he was treating his wife?" In response, the master scoffed, stepping closer.

"I dont. I care about the way he was looking at you. How he spoke to you. The way he tried to touch you." My lips parted in shock. Noone had noticed his gaze, or his comments towards me. They especially didn't notice his wondering hand. The doctor had been with yaz, not listening to my complaints.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, too confused to fully voice my thoughts.

"All day. I have to make sure she's looking after you." He pursed his lips, wandering around a little. Feeling touched by his words, I watched him closely.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Why? I'm just another companion. You hate us."

"Not you. You are fantastic." He boasted, grinning at me. Feeling myself blush  I went closer to him.

"I think, you're too good for her." Cupping my cheeks, I leant into his touch naturally.

''We would make, such a good team. Together. You and me. Imagine it." And, I definitely could. Each time we met, I felt so connected to the renegade timelord. His hatred for the doctor never bothered me. In fact, I understood it.

"But, you wouldn't want that."

"I do." Taken aback by my boldness, the master stepped back.

" I agree, we'd be a good team. I don't want to be with the doctor. It's wearing me down. I can only take so much berating." I laughed to myself bitterly, thinking back over the past few weeks. As much as I hated to admit it, our arguments were becoming more common and the blonde ignored me most days. Sensing my sadness, the master grew angry.

"Stupid woman, making you upset. I can treat you so much better. Let me prove it."

"How?" Smirking, the master took my hands and started walking backwards towards that tree.

"You know she'll come back for you in a few minutes. Let me take you with me, I can show you what it's like to have a real adventure." Following his steps, I bit my lip in excitement. He continued, smiling at me manically.

"I'll have you back in five minutes, she'll never know." The master pushed open his tardis (the tree) doors, before leaning in closer and whispering.

"It can be our little secret." His breath tickled my ear, causing me to shiver and smile lightly. Keeping my hand in his, the master pulled me into his ship, letting the doors close behind me. His tardis was very different from the doctors. Oddly, it was more cosy. In the center, obviously sat the console. Made of a dark metal with dark red accents on each control. There was a few steps up to it with a railing around it all, sectioning it off. Off to the side, there was two Chesterfield armchairs shaded burgundy. Between them sat a table stacked with books. The room was lit dimly with a warm lighting, in fact, the whole room felt warm. There was stairs leading off to different corridors and floors. Plus, it was much cleaner. I walked up the iron steps and next to the master.

"I like your tardis." He grinned proudly, flicking with the controls skillfully. We were in flight, I could tell. But I didn't even notice him taking off. Usually, when with the doctor, you ended up falling over every three seconds.

"Its nice isn't it?"

"Yes very cosy." I replied, looking around again. There was beams across the ceiling which made me think.

"You could string fairy lights across those. Drape them. It would look pretty." As I lowered my line of sight, I found the master looking at me with an unreadable expression. Taking it that he wasn't impressed, I just giggled and walked around the console.

"Right then!" The master jumped next to me, beaming.

"Let me show you how it's done."

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With a flourish, the master swung open his tardis doors. On the other side, was a throne room. The floor was a peachy marble, with a grey streak running through. The walls were laced with artworks, definitely alien. In the center, sat a throne. Made of what looked to be gold.

"Welcome to. Galactica three. Boring name, I know. There's actually twenty seven. Anyway- it's the third royal space station in its universe." The master placed a hand on the small of my back and lead me out into said Station. I looked around with interest.

"Currently only the Queen and a few guards are on bored." He told me, walking out onto a long, less luxurious looking, corridor. In fact, now I could tell this was just a space station.

"What are we doing here master?" I asked, following him blindly. I trusted him enough to do this, unlike the doctor.

"I'm going to show you what it's like to be treated right."

Currently, I stood beside the master. The Queen was in ropes, tied to a chair. One last guard was by her side, shaking pathetically.

"Why is he trembling?" With a sigh, the master looking at me.

"I dont know, dear. Silly isn't it?" I nod, looking down as the master placed something in my hand. It was his TCE.

"Kill him. He's annoying me." Without question, I shot at the guard, compressing him. The queen screamed for help and the master quickly clamped his hands over my ears.

"Gosh you're loud. There's no need for any of that." He feigned innocence, letting go and patting my hair straight. Slowly, he stepped over to the Queen and bent down to her level. As he reached out a hand, she let out another ear peircing scream. I winced, making eye contact with the master who then sighed in annoyance.

"Shh." He pressed a finger to his lips but she didn't stop. Sucking on his teeth, the make reached inside his jacket and pulled out a white, gun looking, object. It had a place for all four fingers and what looked to be a trigger where his thumb now sat. The master pressed the barrel to the queen's head, effectively shutting her up.

"There we go. Easy right?" She nod quickly.

"What do you want? Money? I can give you money!" He just laughed at her cries, turning and beckoning me over. I went to his side, allowing him to pull me down.

"This lovely lady right here is responsible for the deaths of everyone on galactica seven." As he spoke, the queen's blue skin paled. Her eyes were like sorcers.

"Quite impressive honestly, seventy-five thousand innocent lives. I should clap. But you're not worth my energy." The gun was still pressed to her head, her form shaking.

Her eyes landed on me, desperation clear.

"Miss please! You'll help me right? You can stop him right?" Her voice trembled in fear, eyes building with tears. Sharing another look with the master, he raised his eyebrows, wondering what I would do. Giving the queen a kind smile, I scooted closer.

"Yes, of course." Holding my hand out, she grasped onto it hopefully.

"Really?" Seeing how she truly believed me, I let out a laugh and pushed her back harshly, causing the chair the fall back.

"No you idiot. Why would I help you?" Seeing the spark drain from her face, I grinned and let the master help me to my feet.

"See, such a good team." He winked, walking over to finish his job.

"Gold? Silver? Bronze? Or how about-" The master opened a glass casing inside the throne room and pulled out a necklace. I smiled, letting him stand before me to show me the peice. On a gold chain, there was a cluster of star pendants hanging from it. Made from an opal like jewel, the master clasped it around my neck.

"Beautiful." My face grew hot, even if he was only talking about the jewellery.

"I told you I was more fun than the doctor. I bet she never got you anything." Giggling, I nod and touched the necklace.

"No never." He smiled, collecting a few more treasures from the glass casing.

"I'll take you back where I found you." My heart dropped a little hearing this. I forgot I'd have to go back to the doctor.

"Hey don't look so sad, love." Gently, the master tilted my chin up and stroked my cheek.

"I'll come back for you. We just have to keep up appearances." Before he could pull away, I grabbed his hand.

"Promise?" Sighing, the master linked our fingers together and simpered.

"I promise."

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It became a regular thing, for me to sneak off with the master during my outing with the doctor. We didn't tend to fly off. Usually I'd help him make the situation far worse and more difficult for the doctor to resolve. It was really fun. But this time, the master wasn't here. I knew he'd be busy this time but it was really dragging. To make it worse, we were stuck in what seemed to be the inside of a volcano. An alien volcano. It was beyond hot, we were all covered in soot. All in all, not fun. I watched the doctor, who was dangerously close to the edge of a giant lava lake, being cornered by the general. Basically, a ship had crashed here and he had been killing off his crew one by one. And it looked as though the doctor was next. I could tell yaz was scared, not wanting the blonde to get hurt. As usual, she was giving some sort of speech. It was obviously doing nothing. Rolling my eyes, I ran forward and shoved the general whilst he was distracted. He fell head first into the lava and I smiled in relief.

"(Y/n)! What the hell did you just do?" The doctor yelled, storming over.

"Saving your life. You're welcome." Angrily, she gripped my wrist and dragged me back into the tardis, yaz scampering behind. After she sent the other girl to clean up, the doctor turned to me.

"What gives you the right to kill someone?" I closed my eyes, not having the energy for an argument. I was tired, hot, dirty and extremely hungry.

"The fact he was a murderer and the fact if I didn't do that, you'd be in the lava. Not him." I tried to get my point through but she shook her head violently.

"I was working on it."

"But it wasn't working! Doctor, you cant just talk your way out of every life and death situation! Sometimes you have to take action!" The doctor took a step forward so she was right in my face, her fists were balled up tightly.

"No! I won't allow you to kill!" Flinching at her harsh tone, I looked to the side.

"I dont have to follow everything you say doctor. You're not always right." My voice was far calmer than I was feeling. In fact, I felt light headed. Scoffing a laugh, the doctor leant against the console and nod to herself.

"You are the worst person who I have ever chosen to travel with. I should have left you in the volcano." Her words stung, my eyes following as she left the console room. This is when I realised how much I missed the master. He would never yell at me. If he was here, he'd give her hell. Swallowing thickly, I made my way down to my room and locked the door. Resting my head on the door, I took a shakey breath, trying to supress my tears. It was a weak attempt. I pushed away and turned around, going to my wardrobe. Wait. Quickly, I realised I now had two wardrobes. Praying that my thoughts were right, I immediately relaxed when one of the doors opened and the master popped out. Originally smiling, his face fell upon seeing me.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" My lip trembled, making him act quickly and rush to my side. I instantly fell into his chest, arms gripping the back of his jacket tightly. In turn, he held me against him firmly.

"Hey, its alright." He spoke softly but I shook my head, alerting him more. I cried quietly, basking in his warmth for as long as he'd let me.

"Do you want to come with me?" Nodding quickly, I let him bring me inside his tardis. Sadly, he let go to pilot the ship. Sniffling, I looked around and found myself smiling.

"Fairy lights..." the master looked at me, hearing me speak. And, after a second, he was by my side again. Whilst I'd been gone, he had wrapped fairy lights around the beams.

"You like them?" Nodding, I focused on him again.

"You listened to me? You put them up because-"

"Because you like them." He cut me off, taking me over to the comfy chairs. Letting me sit first, I didn't like the distance but chose not to comment.

"What happened (y/n)?" Looking down, I played with my fingers roughly, not wanting him to see me as weak.

"She got mad, because I killed someone." I told him, cursing my voice for not being stable. Tilting his head, the master sat forward.

"Who did you kill?"

"He was a general, he was going to kill her. So I just pushed him." Struggling to peice everything together, he cast his eyes over me.

"Were you in a fire?" He asked, noticing the soot and Ash finally.

"No, a volcano."

"Right. And when you say pushed?" He urged me to carry on, we made eye contact.

"I pushed him into the lava." The master smiled proudly before shaking himself out of it to focus on the issue at hand.

"So the doctor got high and mighty over the fact you saved her life? Let me guess, she was giving a speech?" She really was that predictable. Bobbing my head yes, he sighed and frowned.

"How angry was she?"

"She said I was the worst companion she's ever had. And that she should have left me in the volcano." I told him nervously, welling up at the thought. After not getting a response, I looked up and was the master was seething. I'd never seen that expression on his face before.

"Master-"

"Are you hurt?" He cut in again, his eyes almost shook. This time, I didn't reply. Blinking back my tears.

"Are you mad at me?" Quickly, he got up and kneeled in front of me. Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, the master wiped my face clean.

"No sweets. I'm not mad at you. Not at all." His voice was gentle, moving to sit on the arm of the chair.

"I'm not hurt."

"Good. Because if she ever gets you hurt, I'm not holding back." For a moment, we stared at each other. Until, he cleared his throat.

"Go clean up, I'll wait here ok?" Nodding, I head off to the ships bathroom to shower off all the soot.

The tardis had left me some comfy clothes to change into, thankfully. So, after my shower, I head back to the console room. The master had discarded of his jacket. Leaving him in his waistcoat and shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. Seeing me, he came over and took my hand, pulling me along a corridor.

"Where are we going?" We stopped in front of a door before he opened it and stepped in. It seemed to be some sort of living area. A fireplace was roaring at an inviting temperature, with a large sofa in front. Many blankets were piled in a basket off to the side and bookshelves lined the walls. Sitting me on the couch, the master held up a finger before disappearing then coming back with food. For a while, we sat their talking whilst I ate contently. He even cleared up after I was done.

"You're being very nice to me." I giggled, scooting a little closer to him. He grinned, draping his arm around my shoulders.

"Its only what you deserve, love." Blushing, I turned to look at the fire, thinking. Maybe he saw the change in my thoughts because he was quick to question me.

"What's wrong?"

"Just, the things you call me. The way you treat me." I spoke quietly, picking at the fibers in the couch. Concerned, the master turned his body to face mine.

"You don't like it?" Glancing at the male, I smiled seeing his almost pouty face. Never did I think I'd see someone like him, so open and natural. Twisting myself to also face him, I inched forward.

"No, I love it. It makes me very happy." Instantly, he relaxed and went back to his usual simper.

"Good, that's my aim." Resting my head against his arm, I stared up at him curiously.

"Why?"

"Why what?" The master brought his other hand up, gently moving the damp hair off of my face.

"Why do you care so much?" Chuckling at my question, he tilted his head.

"You're smart (y/n). You must know." When I just sat there, looking at him, he shook his head playfully.

"I already said, you're my favourite human."

Smiling, I blushed again and looked down to avoid eyecontact.

"I hope I'm your favourite alien?" Pretending to think about it, I couldn't help but laugh at his astonished face.

"Of course you are." Sitting straight, I really just how close we were and froze slight. The master smirked lightly, placing a hand on my hip. Tension hung in the air, so thick you could probably cut it. Though, it wasn't unpleasant. My heart was beating rapidly and I couldn't stop my eyes wondering to his lips.

"When I said, you're my favourite human." Bringing my attention back, I gazed at him as he spoke. The hand that was once resting on the couch, was suddenly on my back, drawing me in closer.

"That's my way of saying, I really want you to be mine." My eyes widened, not expecting to hear that. I searched his face for any sign if a lie but found nothing.

"You're serious?"

"More serious than anything." The master uttered, cupping my cheek tentivley. I couldn't stop the smile spreading on my face and that seemed to make him happy. Before I could comprehend, I realised he was leaning in. His lips pressed against mine, far softer than I'd ever imagined. Of course, I kissed back, arms coming to wrap around his neck. The master hooked his hands under my arms and pulled me onto his lap. Taking a second to catch my breath, I nuzzled into his shoulder.

"Been waiting to do that since I first saw you." He admitted with a chuckle, knuckles brushing against my leg soothingly.

"Really? Me too. You should have told me sooner." He hummed, kissing the top of my head.

"I dont think the doctor would have appreciated that." Hearing her name, I rolled my eyes and sat up slightly. My hands pressed to his chest, holding myself up.

"I really do not care of what she thinks." The corner of his lips turned up, happy at what I had said.

"I'm glad to hear that, love." I leant forward, reconnecting our lips. The master kisser back, deeper than before. His hands held my waist firmly, stopping me from going anywhere. Not that I would ever want to.

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Draping a blanket over us, the master lay back down behind me, arm hanging over my waist. I shimmied back into his hold, basking in his warmth. Staring at the fire, I thought back to the doctor. How I'd have to go back soon enough. Back to being ignored or ordered around. I really didn't want to do that again. I only felt safe and wanted here, with him. Lightly, the master pressed his lips to my bare shoulder before tucking his head into my neck.

"What's on your mind?" Lacing our fingers together, I hugged his arm close to my chest and sighed.

"I really don't want to go back. I can't do it anymore." The fire crackled, letting off its warmth just enough to be comforting.

"I know I can't, but I just want to stay with you." Being honest with him, I let out a noise of complaint as the master got up.

"I'll be one minute, my love." Whilst he left, I sat up, keeping the covers up and secure around my chest. Just to be decent. Not that it mattered.

"Here." Once reappearing, the master sat by my side, under the blanket. From his hand, I took a white, folded leaflet.

"A carnival?"

"That's what it looks like, right? But, in actuality, its deadly!" Giggling at his exaggeration, I leant back against his chest.

"You give this to the doctor, tell her you want to go there. Then hell breaks loose. You can come help me then I'll set it up to look like you need help, when we'll actually be trapping her. And yaz too. Then you can come with me." Liking his idea, I nod and looked through the leaflet. On the inside, there was a picture of a weird looking clown. Disgusting.

"I'm guessing these clowns aren't actually clowns?" I asked, looking up at the timelord. He smiled, sliding his hands around my waist.

"Actually they are. Killer clowns though. A species that just so happens to look like a human depiction of that very thing." I shivered, not liking the sound of that.

"You know, I really don't like clowns." Putting the leaflet aside, the master lay back and pulled me onto his chest.

"You'll be safe with me, I won't let anything hurt you." Feeling reassured by his words, I smiled.

"You know, I thought you were suggesting that as a first date for a second." Scoffing at the thought, he brought my hand up and kissed it lovingly.

"I think you'll find we had a first date. Killing the queen? Because you're the only queen I need." I shoved him playfully, laughing at his silly flirting. Either way, I couldn't wait.

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"Where did you find this?" The doctor asked, scanning through the leaflet with interest.

"In the library. Can we go? It looks fun." Putting on my best acting, she seemed convinced and punched in the coordinates. It amazed me, after the way she spoke to me, still no apology. She just seemed it under the rug. I wouldn't have to deal with it much longer.

At first, the carnival was actually fun. There were many stalls selling weird looking stuffed animals and sweet treats. Plus, an array of rides and attractions. As we made our way into the main tent, I looked around in search of the master. He hadn't shown up yet, not that I was worried. I had faith in him. Sitting in our seats, the lights went dim and out came the ring master, quite literally. Instantly, the two women beside me tensed up.

"Is that?" Yaz started, moving closer to the doctor. Maybe out of fear, stupid really.

"Yes. What is he doing here?" the doctor glared down at the master, watching as he began to entertain the guests. Everything was going to plan. In a few minutes, all hell would break loose.

"Are we enjoying the show?" He called out, letting the crowd cheer. Walking to the centre of the ring.

"What do we do?" Yaz asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

"We see what he does, make sure to stop him in time." Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I nod along with the doc. It didn't take long for the sun to go down and each individual clown to suddenly just stop. Sensing something bad would happen, the doctor stood up and cast her eyes around. Slowly, their fangs grew, eyes fading to red and skin cracking in a disturbing manner. Honestly, it was pretty creepy.

"What are they?" I asked, feigning my innocence well.

"I have no idea." We watched as one clown sluggishly walked to an audience member. It stood there for a second, twitching, beforehand grabbing the woman and biting a chunk out of her neck ruthlessly. Even I flinched back at this.

"Everyone, run!" The doctor yelled as everyone began to scream and scrable away. Suppressing my smile, I followed after the doc and yaz as they took off below ground. Probably in search of the master, wherever he was.

"We have got to find him." The doctor was using her sonic to scan the area as we trailed behind. Yaz was quick to hop in and stsrt concocting a plan to stop him. All if a sudden, my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled to the side. I didn't scream, knowing who it was even by the smallest touch. Looking up, I smiled widely seeing the master in his circus outfit. It even had a red suit jacket. Hugging onto him, he chuckled and stumbled back on surprise.

"Miss me?"

"Of course I did." He hugged me back before taking me away from the corridor near the doctor.

"How was I?" Giggling at his need of my opinion, i kissed his cheek.

"Perfect. You really sold the show." The master grinned at me, going into his tsrdis with me.

"Now then, it's all set up. I've made it look as though you were taken." He told me, pointing things out on his monitor. It showed a room which, on the surface looked normal. However we would use it to trap them so I could leave with the master in peace. Hugging him from behind I pressed my cheek to his shoulder.

"But I was taken." Laughing at my statement, the master turned, bring me into his hold firmly.

"Yes but I don't hear any complaining. I can't help that you find me so irresistible." I smiled as he leant down to peck my lips repeatedly.

"Should we put everything in motion love?"

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Soon enough, the doctor realised I had disappeared and alerted yaz. Together they searched every room for something. Eventually, the doc picked up a signal on her sonic and followed it. Just like we planned. Seeing that they were close, I got into position.

"She should be in here!" Quickly, I closed my eyes just as they entered. I was sat against the wall, head limp with my eyes shut. It looked as if I had been thrown there.

"Oh (y/n). What did he do to you?" Whilst the doctor made her way to me, the master snook out if his hiding spot and behind yaz. Placing his fingers on her temple, she was out light a light. He dropped her down, not so gently, making the doctor turn at the sudden noise.

"Hello doctor." The master smiled menacingly, waving his fingers for effect.

"What did you do to her?!" Immediately I was forgotten about, the doctor rushing to yazs' side to check she was okay. Rolling his eyes, the master stepped over her body and stood behind them.

"She's just asleep. Relax." Not finding the situation funny, the doctor stood up and faced him head on.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, anger clear on her face. Standing straight, the male made sure to hold eye contact.

"I'm simply taking what's mine." The doctor shook her head at him.

"What? You're here to get something someone stole from you?"

"No, not stole. Withheld would be the correct word." Before she could respond, he pulled out a small circular device and fired at the doctor. Within less than a second, cuffs were bounding her hands. She stumbled back onto the floor with a sharp grunt.

"Sorry dear, that might bruise." The master laughed, watching her struggle. Deciding to open my eyes slowly, I peered over to the pair of alien's. Shifting slightly, the doctor caught sight of this but pretended not to notice. The master was rambling about how there was noone to come and help her. How she was stuck here alone.

"Oh really? Because I don't agree." She smiled cockily, clearly thinking I was going to help. Raising his brows, the man scratched at his chin.

"Because I think, maybe you didn't hit her hard enough." Now confused, the master paused.

"What?" The doctor turned her head to me but I didn't move, just looked back with a neutral expression. Following her line of sight, the masters eyes landed on me.

"Oh I see." He muttered, slowly walking over and standing in front of me. The doctor watched eagerly, waiting for me to do something. In a threatening way, the master pulled out a pocket knife and carefully bent to my level. Gradually, he brought the weapon closer and closer, aiming at my chest and then- he stopped. With a smirk, he effortlessly cut the ropes binding my hands. I smiled as he helped me up and took hold of my forearm tenderly.

"They weren't too tight, were they?" He asked, checking for any marks. Simpering, I shook my head.

"Not at all." He relaxed and pressed his lips to my wrist lovingly.

"No.." we both turned, hearing the doctors voice. The master groaned, looking bored all of a sudden.

"Oh I forgot about you." Being me flush to his side, I rested my head on his chest easily. The horror on the doctors face was priceless.

"Of course, when I said I came to take what's mine, I meant (y/n)." She began to shake her head in denial.

"You're lying, (y/n) would never go with you!"

"Wouldn't I?" I said, letting go of him and kneeling in front of her.

"Sometimes you have to learn not everything can go your way. I'm not getting you out of this. You'll just have to wait for yaz to wake up, won't you?" It slowly sunk in that I wasn't joking, that I really was leaving with him. The doctor sat there, raging behind her eyes.

"You just let him hurt us? You don't care?"

"Not anymore. Not after the way I was treated. Especially yaz, constantly ignoring me. She deserves to-" before I could finish, the doctor used all her force to pounce forward. I yelped, head hitting the floor harshly as I landed. Without a second thought, the master gripped her hair and yanked her back.

"You better hope for the sake of that stupid girls life you haven't hurt her!" She grit her teeth as he tossed her aside, returning to me. Carefully, he lifted me up into his arms before giving the doctor one final look.

"Enjoy your week alone."

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The master placed me down onto the bed delicately, making sure I was comfortable.

"Does it hurt?" I just nod slowly, reaching a hand up but I was stopped.

"No touching." He sat beside me, parting my hair to see the damage and sighed.

"Just a bruise. You'll be okay. But next time I see her I swear I'll make her suffer." Smiling, I turned and laid my head on his chest, body instantly melting into his hold. In turn, the master found himself relaxing too.

"I dont doubt that, as long as I can help."

"Oh darling, you know I wouldn't dream of being without you." A kiss was pressed to my cheek, making me happier and smile more.

"Yaz will be out for a couple days, so she can sit and reflect whilst listening to the screams above." Wiggling his fingers, the master mover his hand through the air to simulate what he was saying and I giggled.

"Perfect. It will kill her to know she couldn't save them." The master gazed down, stroking my cheek lovingly.

"I'm so happy to have you, so perfect for me." I leant into his touch and let out a breath. My eyes closed, feeling safe in his grasp and my body needed to reset for a while.

"Sleep now, my love, I have big plans for us."

[oswildin]

Observing {Dhawan!Master x ND!Reader}

Summary: Whilst travelling with the Doctor, you often face certain challenges the others don’t. But it turns out, the person you least expected to understand, is the one who helps you the most. CANNON-DIVERGENCE // SHORT ONESHOT

A/N: A little bit self-indulgence doesn’t hurt right? This is based off my own struggles and experiences with my own neurodivergence tendencies. So if something doesn’t relate to you, that’s fine, everyone’s experiences are different! Ofc, it’s also a popular theory/opinion that the Timelords themselves are also ND. Keep yourself safe, happy and ensure you get rest!

Warning: Depictions of anxiety/overstimulation.

Travelling with The Doctor was amazing. But sometimes it felt too much, like everything was happening so fast and so loud. Sometimes your brain was working in overload, firing quicker than the others, and other times it was the opposite, like you couldn’t quite get it into gear. Sometimes you wanted to shut down, lock yourself away and not have any communication for days, and other times you wanted to be around everyone and talk for hours. It was exhausting. Everyone aboard the TARDIS was understanding, they tried their best to help when they could.

When The Master joined you all, you weren’t sure about it. There was obvious history between the two Timelords that made you feel a little uneasy. More for the fact that any source of tension in a room would make you feel on edge. The Master was mostly on the quieter side, making quips here and there, making cheap shots about humans and often disobeying The Doctors orders, but thankfully not to the level of destroying planets or killing anyone. The only reason he was with you was so The Doctor could keep an eye on him.

Stepping out of the TARDIS, you were suddenly faced with a bustling market, as you instantly blinked, trying to adjust yourself to the scene before you.

“The famous market of Urania!” The Doctor cheered, gesturing to the stalls that surrounded you all. “Anything and everything you could ever think of, this market will definitely have it!” She grinned, as Yaz smiled as her eyes scanned the area. The Master stepped out of the ship, standing beside you as he took in the surroundings also. “Well, nearly anything and everything.” The Doctor added. “Now, remember, don’t wander too far-“ She eyed The Master as he folded his arms, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “And meet back here in around an hour?” She looked at you all for confirmation as you weakly nodded, forcing a smile.

Once she was happy, The Doctor spun on her heel, heading off towards some of the stalls as you heard her go ‘oooh’ in delight as Yaz followed closely behind, smiling at her friend. You stood still, eyes scanning everything around you, completely forgetting about the other Timelord that was still standing beside you.

“Are you going to stand here all day?”

You jumped at his voice as you whipped your head to look at him.

“May as well have a look.” He shrugged slightly as he began to walk forwards. You took a breathe before quickly following him, not wanting to be left alone in the crowd. “Most of this stuff is space junk and tat.” The Master spoke as you tried to focus on his words, trying to tune out the loud voices that flooded your ears. “And these sellers charge an arm and a leg for it. Unsuspecting tourists don’t know the difference.” You hummed at his words, as you kept your eyes focused on his back, hoping to block out what was happening around you. Suddenly you felt a shove, as you fell forwards, going into The Master as you gasped. Your head snapped round to see a tall, green man glaring down at you. The Master quickly turned, seeing you staring up at the disgruntled alien as he instantly glared at them.

“Oi!” He snapped. “You should watch where you’re going.” He stared up at the alien, not standing down as he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. The alien made a noise before walking round the two of you, The Masters gaze still focused on them as they huffed in annoyance, making their way past. You could feel your heart beginning to beat faster, as the noise began to flood back into your ears. You instinctively began tapping your fingers together in a self soothing motion, focusing on the sensation to keep you grounded.

“And people say I have no manners.” The Master clicked his tongue as he finally turned back to look at you. He could see your anxiousness on your features as he peered down to see your tapping. He pursed his lips as he observed you. “Come on, let’s go somewhere a bit quieter with less idiots.” He gestured with his head as he nodded in another direction. What you didn’t expect was him to hold out his hand, offering it to you as you furrowed your brows, before hesitantly taking it, allowing him to guide you out of the crowd.

You kept your gaze focused down as he took you both towards the edge of the market, where less people gathered. Finally, you came to a halt, as he let go of your hand, causing you to look up at him.

“Better?” He asked, as you nodded, feeling slightly more content being away from the majority of the crowd. “Good.” He simply said as you stood in silence for a few minutes, allowing yourself to adjust once again to the surroundings. You found yourself finally being able to properly take in the place, observing from the sidelines as you watched all the different aliens approach the different stalls.

“Thank you.” You finally spoke, finding your voice as he peered over at you. He gave you a small nod as you both peered back out at the crowd.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

[doctorwhocrossovers]

Being the child of the last two Timelords Headcanon

10th and Simm!Master

2006

Being the child of two people who are completely opposite from each other is/ can be difficult at the most time, and being the last child of the timelords

My creation was 100% percent an accident someplace where the doctor and the master had traveled to take their blood had me, but the thing is that I wasn't "correct" the person who worked on the machine said because I came out as a 11 year old and not a young adult in their 20s. "OI you don't have to be rude about you dick" I said kicking the man in his leg.

After saving the day and many eyerolls from the Master later while the master carring me into the TARDIS fast a sleep and the doctor running tests on me. " They are 100% timelord Master" doctor say " what are we going to do?" "What do you mean, we will rise them"

12th and Sliver Simm! Master & Missy

2016

Watching The Doctor/ dad regeneration two different times was hard, but the papa and dad had talk to me about the biological of timelords

Because I knew that they are the same people with the memories of the old faces but also a complete different person with a new personality and Clara Oswald as there with the Master and I as dad regeneration. He was mean, grumpy, and downright rude to Clara, Papa/ Master, TARDIS and me.

I grew away from dad and became closer with papa and mostly Clara.

Told dad that I didn't like this new personality that he has now, in which cause Papa and Clara to both look at me with a small sad smile.

When Papa regeneration into Missy I clingy to Clara for comfort for two days after didn't want to be around dad after we had that fight, dad try to hug me but I push him away.

When Mama wake up I hug her hard

"Hello puppet."

After Clara death dad tried to fix what he had broken

I didn't leave Clara's old room Missy would have to bring food for me to eat and try to get me to talk.

Dad was working as an Professor at a university.

Where he met Bill.

Bill got me out of Clara old room, but I didn't interact with her watching from the shadows.

After Bill death I became cold and distant and both my parents are going to change again

13th and Dhawan Master

Watch both of them regeneration hurt the most.

But now my dad was my mum and my mama was my papa again

I take the TARDIS back to get mama right before she regeneration into the Master again

Met the fam as the Doctor came to the TARDIS after she fix herself up and the Master was carrying me back home

Mum introduced papa and I to the "fam"

Ryan, Graham and Yaz.

I was cold and very distant

Mum try to get me to be nicer to them, Papa was there

"Why, so they can become like Donna, Martha, Jake, Amy, Rory, or your fucking wife River Song, Bill , Lady Me or Clara. What the point they will leave us or be killed or have their memories wip away mum so no I will not be nice or make a connection with your newest pets that you will get tired of and walk away from them."

They both stand there not knowing what to do or to say but to watching me walk back to my room.

" What are we going to do?" " give her time Doctor they were very close with River,Amy, Rory and Clara. Losing Clara push them over" " she truly haven't greift our old self or her family members yet, they are hurting. " Master walk back to his room but stop turn back to her.

"They're our kid Doctor they both have our best and worst traits"

[eriadu-in-the-wildwood]

8. Whispering "Oh you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up."

For Thasmin? :)

Thanks for the prompt! :) This one ran away from me, word count-wise, but here you go:

Panic always brought out superhuman speed from the Doctor. Even wading through ankle-deep sand, sweating under the sun, she ran ahead, scouting the battlefield, searching for the TARDIS. Every time she paused at the top of a dune, her eyes fell on Yaz, limp in his arms, and the thin veneer of her composure cracked a little bit more. “I still can’t believe you let her put herself in that position!” she called down to him.

Dan halted. This was the third time she'd had a go at him as they walked, and enough was enough. There was no stopping her and you know it. You’re just upset she follows your lead so often, he wanted to say.

But damn it, there was no time to argue. Yaz needed him.

She looked almost peaceful, with her eyes closed and her face slack. It was strange to see her so still; she should have been marching at the Doctor’s shoulder, brave enough for all three of them.

A laser cannon fired and she didn’t even flinch. Nor did she move when the Doctor shouted “Dan! Keep moving!”

“But what’s wrong with her?” 

The Doctor slid down the dune and returned to his side. She laid a hand on Yaz’s forehead. “That weapon knocked her out, but there’s way too much gamma and beta wave activity going on in there for her to actually be asleep.”

Yaz’s brow folded into a crease and the Doctor smoothed it over with her fingertips. “It’s all right, Yaz, we’ll get you back to the TARDIS and figure out what’s wrong.”

Yaz stilled again and the Doctor stared at her before darting back a step, as if suddenly realizing what she was doing. Dan fought the urge to roll his eyes. Life-and-death situation or not, these two needed to get their act together already. 

The Doctor forged on through the sand and Dan followed. Yaz twitched. Her face twisted into a grimace. 

“We’ll be back to the TARDIS soon and the Doctor will take care of you,” Dan said.

Another grimace and Yaz bolted upright, knocking him off balance. They tumbled into the hot sand and Dan threw himself to the side to keep from landing on her. Burning grit trickled into his collar and shoes.

Yaz shot to her feet.

She was awake—that was good, right? But she tripped over Dan, darted to the Doctor’s side, and wrapped her fists in the Doctor’s coat.

“Yaz?” Gently, the Doctor tried to pry Yaz away, but she held fast, saying nothing, clinging to the coat.

Dan scrambled to his feet. “What’s going on?”

The Doctor touched Yaz’s forehead again. “She’s still asleep.”

“But she’s not.”

“She is, up here.” The Doctor brushed a stray lock of hair away from Yaz’s temple. “But she’s up and walking, so we can move faster.” She succeeded in pulling Yaz’s hands off and took a step away. Seeming to tear her eyes away from Yaz’s face with an effort, she turned around and began walking again. “Make sure she doesn’t hurt herself,” she said over her shoulder.

Dan grabbed Yaz’s hand. She cried out and lunged for the Doctor. 

These two. If she’d been awake, Yaz would never have felt comfortable clinging to the Doctor like that. Only now, sleepwalking after being hit by an alien weapon, could her mind let her fight for the closeness she craved. If the situation wasn’t so frightening, Dan would hold that one over her later.

Yaz caught up and grabbed the Doctor’s coat again, tripping and landing on her knees at the Doctor’s side. “Please, don’t leave me again.” Dan almost didn’t hear the soft words over another boom from the laser cannons. The fighting was getting closer—they needed to hurry.

The Doctor’s shoulders hardened. She looked down at Yaz, jaw tight with emotion. 

“Oh Yaz, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up,” Dan whispered.

The Doctor whirled on him—her ears were much too sharp for his liking. “No. She’s not. Because you’re not going to tell her about this.” Her eyes were hard; it was a look that made men tougher than him crumble. The sort of look she usually reserved for dangerous aliens and intergalactic dictators. 

Taking Yaz by the arm, the Doctor hauled her up and urged her forward. They made better time after that, even with Yaz’s sleep-addled steps slowing them down. But she began to flag sooner than she normally would. She stumbled, again and again, and between one step and the next, her knees gave way. She tumbled to the sand.

Dan rushed forward. When he tried to lift her she fought; flailed; cried out as if in pain.

“I’ve got her.” Kneeling, the Doctor gathered Yaz into her arms and stood. The only sign of strain was in the narrowing of her eyes and the slower, more careful steps she took.

Dan let her take the lead. She leaned in close, whispering to Yaz, and he wasn’t trying to listen in, but the brokenness in her voice made him zero in on her words.

“I’m sorry. I won’t leave you again.” She squeezed Yaz closer and stepped over a pile of rocks. “It hasn’t always been my choice. But sometimes… it was easier to leave you behind. Because I am so, so scared. All the time. I’ve never been good at losing people. I’m afraid that means I haven’t been very good at keeping them, either.”

Over the next rise, the blue of the TARDIS’ roof melted into view against the orange sky. The sun was sinking into the horizon, and the Doctor cut a black silhouette in the burning semicircle. At the top of the dune, Yaz squirmed, legs kicking out. She whispered something Dan couldn’t make out, then stretched up and kissed the Doctor on the jaw, right under her ear. 

The Doctor froze. Yaz fell still once again.

Shoulders dropping, the Doctor threw her head back to stare into the sky. She took a deep breath. 

Then she picked up the pace, rushing to the TARDIS and through the door when it popped open for her. By the time Dan stepped inside, she was already up the stairs and diving into the TARDIS’ innards.

The medbay was the first door on the right today; the Doctor kicked it open and stepped inside. She lay Yaz on the bed and turned to a screen mounted on the wall next to it.

Dan moved to the other side of the bed and leaned to look over the Doctor's shoulder. Interlocking circles rotated on the screen, disappeared, and a new sequence, equally unintelligible, replaced them. “Well? Can the TARDIS help her?”

“Not really. But the effects are wearing off. She’s truly asleep now. When she wakes up, I’ll run some tests.” The Doctor turned to the bed, flattening her hands on the mattress next to Yaz’s arm. One shoulder tensed, like she was about to lift her hand, but she stiffened instead. 

“Are you really not going to tell her about all this, when she wakes up?”

The Doctor just looked at him. Not as dark as the look she’d aimed his way at the mention of Yaz’s embarrassment over all this, but annoyed. A warning, of a sort. 

Dan raised his hands and took a step back. She could be annoyed all she wanted; he was here for Yaz, and he was going to look out for her. “If you don’t, I will. She deserves to know, even if it makes you uncomfortable.”

The Doctor blinked. She sighed, turning back to Yaz. “I know. I will. I just—”

“You’re afraid. I get it.”

The Doctor looked at him again, and this time she just looked tired. Sad, in a way he’d never understand.

“I’ll leave you two to figure this out.” He stepped away and went to the door, then looked back one last time. “Please, figure this out. For her, if not for yourself.”

The Doctor didn’t look up. Dan shook his head, opened the door, and stepped into the empty hall. As he shut the door, he caught a glimpse of the Doctor raising Yaz’s hand to her lips and gently kissing her fingers. Rather than leaving, he leaned against the wall next to the door for a long time.

So much had just happened. So much still needed to happen, between those two. Yaz was hurting; that much was obvious. But there was nothing Dan could do about that pain. Only the Doctor could help with that.

A muffled flurry of noise slipped out from under the door. A few words were mumbled, and Dan couldn’t make them out. But then, louder, the Doctor said “Yaz, hi, you’re awake. We need to talk.”

Well. Maybe there was some hope for these two, after all.