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all i'm saying is that yaz's "are you insecure" line was gay on gay violence
“You love her, don’t you?”
Just a short Thasmin coda for Revolution of the Daleks, don’t mind me.
{o0o}
“You love her, don’t you?” Jack asks out of nowhere, and Yaz stops dead in her tracks.
“What? I- no, I… what gave you that impression?”
He gives her a hard glare, but sighs and relents. “I’ve seen it before. I know what people look like when they’re in love with the Doctor.”
He starts walking again, and Yaz has to hurry to keep up. “People have dated the Doctor?”
Jack snorts. “I don’t think ‘dated’ is the right word, but sure. First Rose, and that broke him when she left. And Martha had a pretty big crush, but she’s married to Mickey now. Not to mention River, obviously.”
“River?”
“River Song, the Doctor’s wife.” He grins at her shocked expression, winking at her and adding, “Loving that jealous look on you, Yaz! Don’t worry, it’s an open relationship.”
“Oh,” is all she can manage, and they carry on walking in silence.
Japan is nice, Yaz decides. It’s a quiet evening, not another soul in sight, and it is the perfect temperature for an evening stroll; warm, but not hot, a cool breeze blowing gently past. If she lets her mind wander, she can imagine strolling down this street in different circumstances - not on a mission to stop some of the deadliest creatures in the universe, but on a date instead. She wonders if the Doctor would enjoy that, but quickly shakes the thought from her mind.
“It’ll never happen,” she volunteers, hoping to fill the silence. “It’s just a silly crush, that’s all.”
Jack doesn’t say anything for a minute or so, the only sound being the peaceful rustling of leaves and their footsteps.
“She’s scared,” he declares. “It’s hard - being immortal. You know that everyone you get close to leaves eventually, so she thinks it’s better not to get too attached.”
“That’s a horrible way to live,” Yaz murmurs.
“She’s lost so many people, Yaz. She just keeps running in the opposite direction, never looking back and never stopping moving so that she doesn’t drown in grief.”
They look up at the size of the building they arrive at in tandem, taking in its monstrous size.
“You’ve just gotta convince her that you are worth the pain of losing,” Jack finishes, looking down at her. “Now come on, let’s go defeat some daleks, Yasmin Khan.”
i saw you were accepting prompts - could you possibly do one with thirteen and the fam where one of them gets kidnapped and the rest have to get whoever it is back?
holly's august extravaganza day 15: find you here inside the dark
thank you for the prompt!
@badthingshappenbingo prompt: blindfolded
ao3 | 1.5k | kidnapping, psychological torture, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, set vaguely during s12
Yaz has been thinking.
There’s not much else to do, really, wherever she is; the room she’s being kept in is windowless and featureless, and the only interesting parts of her day are when the visor she’s being forced to wear darkens, effectively blindfolding her. She’s not really sure what happens during those times, except that someone—presumably one of her captors—joins her, stays in silence, then, after an unidentified amount of time, leaves.
Though, to be honest, all her time here is unidentified. Yaz has no idea how she’s supposed to track the days; she’s pretty sure she’s not on Earth, so there’s no guarantee that days are days anyway. She tracks the passage of time through the periodic meals she receives, but as those are pretty much all the same, there’s no way to tell what equates to morning, noon, and evening.
She tried, at first, but it became too confusing too quickly. So, instead, she thinks.
First it was about ways of getting out of here. Yaz is nothing if not proactive and, while she trusts the Doctor to save her, she’s always liked figuring things out for herself. Especially when said things are Doctor-related, because it feels like she’s proving herself, or something. Like she’s showing the Doctor that she’s worth it, that she can handle all the running and fighting and general chaos that follows them wherever they go.
Like she is capable of staying by her side forever.
But Yaz has walked this room too many times to count now; she’s traced her fingertips over the walls, searching for any cracks or crevices to indicate where there might be a door. There is none, apparently, and Yaz has to concede that their technology is beyond her.
If the Doctor were here, she’d have her sonic out by now, spitting out words, only half of which Yaz could understand. She’d find a way out in no time.
Or, if not, at least she’d be here. Talking a mile a minute, probably annoying the hell out of their captors. Yaz can almost hear her now—
Wait.
She can hear her now.
It’s faint and distorted, but unmistakably the Doctor, and Yaz feels hope flash through her. If the Doctor is here, then maybe… Maybe she’s going to get out of here.
It’s not that it’s been bad here, per se, but Yaz hasn’t spoken to another person in so long that she’s starting to go a little out of her mind. Whatever thing has her, it’s not chatty; the only reason Yaz knows there’s actually someone else around somewhere is that she’s heard its heavy breathing whenever it comes into the room.
The Doctor’s voice gets louder and Yaz jumps to her feet, spinning in a circle to try and pinpoint where it’s coming from.
“Doctor!” she cries. “Doctor, it’s me, I’m here!”
The sounds pause for a moment, then suddenly resume at Yaz’s back. She turns and runs to the wall, pressing her ear against it to try and hear something—anything—but just like that, it’s gone.
For the first time since she’s been here, Yaz feels tears building in her eyes. She’s been so certain, for so long, that the Doctor is coming for her, and now she knows; the Doctor was here, feet away, and now she’s—
“Yaz?”
She’s behind her; she has to be. Yaz spins, grinning, arms out to drag the Doctor into a hug—but she’s not there. She frowns, but she doesn’t have time to process it before her name is called from another corner of the room, so clear that it feels like it’s right in the room with her.
But Yaz is alone, still, except for the voice that bounces from wall to wall, surrounding her and sending her dizzy from trying to follow it. She can’t see for tears as she realises—it’s all a trick. For what purpose, Yaz doesn’t know, but she doesn’t care to figure it out either.
The Doctor isn’t here. She never was.
And then, as if to torture her further, the visor darkens, and Yaz is blind.
*
She lives in darkness from then on. Unlike every other time, it doesn’t clear, not even when she’s brought meals, so Yaz just sits pressed into a corner, entirely alone.
And she thinks.
She knew, back when they started travelling with the Doctor, that there would be danger. That she’d probably fear for her life, maybe even get hurt along the way. They’d all accepted the risk, but Yaz—Yaz hadn’t even had to think about it. Maybe it’s because of her job, but the thought of danger hadn’t phased her for even a second; it had exhilarated her.
All her life, Yaz has wanted to do something. She’s always needed that adrenaline rush, that thrill, and she hadn’t found it sitting in her police car breaking up minor disputes. Then the Doctor appeared and handed it to her on a platter, and who was Yaz to turn that down? Travelling with the Doctor has been everything; there’s nowhere Yaz would rather be than with her.
But Ryan has been saying, lately, that he doesn’t know how much longer he can do this. He wants to leave, Yaz can tell, even if he hasn’t said it directly.
“Where does it end, Yaz?” he’d said to her once. “How many times have we almost died already? We can’t get lucky forever.”
“I trust the Doctor,” Yaz had replied. “She’s always kept us safe, and she always will.”
She doesn’t think Ryan believed her, but Yaz has never been more certain of anything in her life. Except… Except, now, she’s starting to wonder. Yaz doesn’t know how long ago she was taken, but she’s fairly certain it’s been too long. Hours, days, weeks spent holding onto the knowledge that the Doctor would come for her; most people probably would have given up by now, but the thought never even entered Yaz’s head.
The Doctor would come; it was never a question.
Except she hasn’t, and Yaz is alone in the dark, and she’s losing faith.
*
Yaz loves the Doctor’s voice. She loves to listen to her talk, loves the way her eyes light up at anything new, loves the sheer emotion she pours into every single word.
Now, though, she’d give anything to get her to stop.
It’s been like this since the first time; Yaz will hear the Doctor’s voice calling for her, promising her that she’s coming, that she’ll be free soon, and it will be so clear that Yaz could swear she’s right in front of her. But she’ll reach out and feel nothing, and no-one, and disappointment will flood her all over again.
She should be used to it by now; she should expect it, even. But every time, there’s hope. And every time, it’s crushed.
So, the next time it starts, Yaz assumes it will be no different.
“Yaz,” the Doctor, or whatever’s mimicking her says. “Yaz, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here; we all are, just hang on.”
It’s the same as always. Yaz presses herself further into her corner and buries her head in her arms—not that it makes any difference. “No,” she whispers. “Stop it.”
“Yaz, it’s me!”
“Yaz!” Ryan—that’s a new one. Yaz doesn’t let it get to her though; this just means they’re getting more creative now. She doesn’t budge, not even at the slight shuffle off feet along the floor. Everything they’ve done to her has felt realistic, so why shouldn’t the same go for this now?
Something steps close to her, fabric rustling gently, and Yaz could swear she feels hot breath on the top of her head. She tenses to keep herself from moving; this means nothing.
Don’t hope don’t hope don’t hope.
“Oh,” she hears, then there’s a high pitched whirring in her ear—a sound so familiar she could cry, but she won’t, she refuses.
“Yaz, you can look now,” the Doctor says gently. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”
The hands on her face tell Yaz she has no choice in the matter, and she puts up little resistance as her head is slowly raised. She doesn’t know what’s going on, and she has no time to work it out before she realises she can see, and—
“Oh my god,” Yaz sobs, all but collapsing into the Doctor’s arms. She grips the back of her coat tightly and presses her face into her chest, relishing in her warmth, in the heartbeats echoing rhythmically in Yaz’s ears. “You’re here, you’re actually here.”
The Doctor hugs her tightly, running her hands through Yaz’s hair. “I’m sorry I took so long.”
Yaz pulls back, though only slightly, only enough so she can look the Doctor full in the face. She brings her hands up to her face and strokes her thumbs over her cheekbones, taking her in like she hasn’t been able to do in so long. She’s vaguely aware of Graham and Ryan standing behind the Doctor, but she barely pays them any notice, too focused on the Doctor. “I thought—”
“I know,” the Doctor shushes, smiling sadly. “I know. I swear to you though, Yaz, I’ll always come back for you. I’ll never leave you. I promise.”
And Yaz believes her.
does anyone have any cheesy fic recs that could be straight from a romcom (or maybe they are?) It can be for any fandom, I'm not fussy :)
Happy New Year!
Here, have a terrible drawing of a really good lawyer as a present. I'm trying to teach myself to be a little more proud of what I've done, so I thought I would make a post with all the things I have achieved! I hope you enjoy them, and that the next year is filled with good things for you.
All of my fic recs.
Supernatural Fics
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an unmarked grave of memories (1.2k) - Doctor Who fic, about Yaz's years stuck in the past.
Yaz's Guide to Christmas Cookies and Alien Invasions (in progress) - Doctor Who fic, with a Thasmin coffee shop AU.
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I want to give a big thank you to everyone who has inspired me or given me any kind of support even if it is something as simple as kudos - it means a lot to me, and it's helped a shitty year feel a bit better. I wish everyone a happy new year, and may the next one be more hopeful than the last!
"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." - Vladimir Nabokov
Summary:
A normal trip is transformed into a nightmare when the TARDIS takes off without them, but Yaz knows that everything will turn out fine. The Doctor will come back for them... right?
Length: 21,138 words.
READ ON AO3.
Above An Abyss
an angsty thasmin fic with lots of hurt/comfort <3
THE CRADLE
There is a moment of calm, and then the alarms start to go off.
“No,” the Doctor begs, racing around the console. “No, no, don’t do this-”
An alarming crunch echoes through the TARDIS. Yaz clings onto one of the pillars, sensing that they are about to have one of the Doctor’s classic crash landings.
“Doctor?” Dan asks, looking around nervously. “Everything alright?”
She yanks a lever down, rushing around to the other side of the console. “Just having some slight problems. It’s going to be fine. Well, it’s probably going to be fine. There’s at least a 40% chance that it will turn out fine.”
“I don’t like those odds,” Dan mutters, copying Yaz and finding something sturdy to hang onto.
“Okay, I’m going to manually land her!” the Doctor announces. “Hang on tight, it might get a bit bumpy!”
“All your driving is bumpy,” Yaz counters.
Dan snorts. “She’s worse than me mum.”
The Doctor doesn’t respond, but it’s hard to tell whether it’s because she didn’t hear them, or she is just ignoring their comments in favour of trying not to crash the TARDIS. “Here we go!”
There’s an ominous creaking sound and then the entire world tilts. Yaz has been on her fair share of dangerous TARDIS trips and is used to the Doctor’s questionable driving by now, but she can immediately tell that this is something different. Her hair starts floating up past her face as they fall, her stomach doing backflips like she’s on a rollercoaster, and then they hit the ground.
It takes Yaz a few seconds to open her eyes, groaning as she sits up. She reaches up to brush her hair out of her face only to find a wet patch on her scalp, and when she withdraws her hand she discovers it covered in blood. Wiping it on her pants, she uses the pillar to hoist herself to her feet. The world spins around her and she blinks, trying to clear her fuzzy vision, before taking a few shaky steps forward.
“Doctor?” she wheezes, looking around. “Dan?”
Smoke pours from the console and envelopes the room, making Yaz’s eyes water. She can barely see a foot in front of her face, but she knows that the exit should only be a few steps to her left, so she heads in that direction with one arm outstretched. When her palm finally hits wood, she fumbles for the handle and spills out onto the street outside.
Gulping in the clean air, Yaz attempts to rub the smoke out of her eyes. It takes her a minute or so to regain her vision, and that’s when she notices that she is not, in fact, in Sheffield.
Turning around, her mouth drops open in wonder as she sees the city sprawled out before her. Alien skyscrapers extend upwards as though they are trying to snatch the sun out of the sky. Buildings stretch out as far as the eye can see, twinkling like precious jewels in the light. From her vantage point on a pavement above the undercity, she can see buildings stacked on top of each other, strange vehicles that look like something out of a sci-fi novel whizzing by between them.
Yaz has seen many wonders on her travels across the universe, but the Doctor has always preferred natural paradises over man made areas. Over the years, Yaz has had the pleasure of seeing enough flowers to fill a garden the size of Earth and she has spent time in meadows and forests that look like illustrations out of a fairy tale, and she would never trade a single second of it for anything else. But, as much as the Doctor tends to avoid them, she also sees the beauty in cityscapes like these.
When she was twelve years old, Yaz had begged her parents to take them all to New York. Sonya had joined in, one of the few things they have ever agreed on, but the answer was always a firm no. In her dreams, she stood underneath the Empire State Building. She would stare up at it, seeing how the tip disappeared into the clouds, feeling a mixture of awe and insignificance.
This city that sprawls before her now may not be New York, but she still wishes Sonya was here to see it with her.
“Yaz?” Dan coughs from behind her. She spins around, smiling when she sees him.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she says, gesturing at the landscape behind her.
He holds a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, staring out at the endless, glittering mirage behind her. He lets out a low whistle, raising his eyebrows. “Pretty impressive, yeah.”
“Only a little bit better than Earth,” Yaz jokes.
“Only a little,” Dan smirks back.
“Are you both alright?” the Doctor asks, waving smoke out of her face. “That was a tad bumpier than I thought it would be…”
She trails off, frowning. Taking a few steps forwards, she squints out at the foreign city, before backing away quickly. “Come on, we’ve got to go.”
“What?” Yaz protests. “We only just got here.”
“Besides,” Dan adds, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the TARDIS is currently on fire.”
As if to prove his point, a wall of smoke pours out of the TARDIS doors as soon as the Doctor opens them.
She bites her lip, glancing between the TARDIS and the city behind them. “We can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”
“It’s also not safe to walk into a burning TARDIS,” Yaz points out.
“You don’t understand,” the Doctor says, and the unbridled fear in her voice is enough to stop Yaz from interrupting. “Not every planet is friendly, Yaz. And the Ancuts are one of the most dangerous and cruel races in the galaxy. Even the planet name, Aclite, roughly translates to 'abyss' in English."
Yaz hesitates at her words, but Dan, ever the optimist, tries to come up with a solution. “Well, we can’t exactly go back in the TARDIS while it’s on fire, can we. Does it put itself out or does one of us have to find a fire extinguisher or something?”
The Doctor rubs the back of her neck. “She can usually fix herself, but this damage is quite serious, so she might need some help…”
“Why don’t you try and fix her, Ms. Engineer, and then we can get somewhere a bit safer, yeah?” he suggests. “I’m sure we’ll be fine if we’re only here for ten minutes.”
The Doctor glances back between the TARDIS and them. Yaz can tell she wants to rush into the flames, so she gently nudges her shoulder.
“Go on,” she smiles. “It’s just like Dan says. We’ll sit right here and you’ll have everything sorted out in no time.”
“Okay,” the Doctor says, pulling her sonic screwdriver out of the inside pocket of her jacket and heading towards the TARDIS. She pauses in the doorway, turning back to them.
“Don’t wander off,” she instructs, that mad grin that Yaz loves so much on her face. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
With that, she disappears into the smoke, the TARDIS doors slamming shut behind her.
Yaz does exactly as she promised to do, sitting down on the pavement with her legs crossed. The warm concrete that digs into her palms reminds her of hot lunchtimes spent lounging on the playground at primary school, and she closes her eyes and turns her face to the sun. She knows she should feel more worried than she currently does - especially when the Doctor seems to be so worried and they have no way of getting home - but she has been in plenty of dangerous situations, and this doesn’t feel like any of those
Dan takes a seat next to her, frowning at the state of her skull. “You alright? Looks like you bashed your head a bit when we landed.”
Yaz brings a hand up to where she had felt the blood before, but it has already started to dry. “It’s only a mild concussion, I think. Head wounds tend to bleed a lot, even if they aren’t serious.”
He nods, trusting her word. “You better tell me if it gets any worse, or-”
He’s interrupted by the unmistakable wheeze behind them. Both of them turn around, but there isn’t even enough time to stand up before the TARDIS fades out of existence, leaving only a patch of concrete where it had been standing moments before.
Yaz and Dan stare at the empty space for a moment, neither of them sure what to do, and then Yaz launches herself to her feet and takes a few tentative steps forwards.
“Where’d she go?” Dan exclaims, looking around as if he expects the Doctor to appear out of nowhere. To be honest, even a mad part of Yaz’s brain is hoping that the Doctor will jump out from behind a hedge, laughing at their panicked faces and promising to take them home.
“Doctor?” Yaz asks the air, but she already knows that she won’t get a response.
By the time they realise the Doctor isn’t coming back, the sun is starting to set behind the silhouettes of the skyscrapers. Two moons begin to rise behind them, basking the city in an eerie glow, and lights begin to flicker on in the buildings.
To begin with, Yaz is hopeful. It’s just the TARDIS malfunctioning, she tells herself. The Doctor will fix it and then she will come back for them in no time at all. But as the seconds turn into minutes and the minutes turn into hours, she realises that she’s holding onto a dream.
Dan’s face slowly begins to soften into the expression he gets right before he tries to convince Yaz to stop clinging onto her hopes and start facing reality. She saw it on his face a lot for the four years they spent in the 1900s, and to be honest, she’s starting to get sick of it.
“I know,” she says before he gets a chance to speak. “She’s not coming back, is she?”
“Probably not tonight,” Dan concedes, wincing. “But hopefully very soon. I don’t like our chances of staying here if it’s as dangerous as she says it is.”
Yaz sighs. It’s not the first time she’s been stranded on a planet, and she doubts it will be her last. Looking around, she can’t immediately see anywhere to shelter since they are on the outskirts of the city, so she gets to her feet and starts to assess the area.
Cracking his back, Dan gets up next to her. The entire city is spread out before them, a rabbit warren of technology and sound.
“It’s going to be dangerous,” Yaz warns.
Dan shrugs. “I eat danger for breakfast. Besides, I don’t see any other choice.”
“Then I guess we follow the yellow brick road.”
She holds her hand out, offering it to Dan. He takes it without hesitation, giving it a friendly squeeze.
“A city called Abyss,” she says. “Sounds like something from a fairy tale, doesn’t it?”
He laughs. “I s’pose it does. After you, Dorothy.”
Yaz takes a deep breath, forcing air into her lungs. They are stranded on a dangerous alien planet with nothing but the clothes on her back, but she can still feel electricity humming beneath her fingers. The city seems to call to her, beckoning her forwards.
“Here we go,” she mumbles, and they begin to walk.
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Hello everyone!! I am currently very ill and lying in bed bored out of my mind, so I would absolutely love to read some of your favourite festive fics so I can start making fic rec lists in December. If there are any Christmas fics for any fandom (but Supernatural, Marvel, or Doctor Who are my fave :D) that you want to share with me, please please send me the link!
Thank you in advance for helping a sick person out, and I can't wait to get reading :D
Lesser Known Doctor Who Fics
Hello everyone! Happy Doctor Who Day — here's some Doctor Who fics that have under 5,000 hits! I hope you enjoy them :)
Take It, Leave It (But you'd better believe it) by lloydsglasses (760)
“I told my foster mum that I’m gay. Now she keeps trying to set me up with guys."
“Ah,” says the Doctor, with a frown. “That seems… counterintuitive."
Self-Defenestration by gawayne (1.2k)
The Doctor jumps out of a window, and Donna discovers he isn’t quite as human as he looks.
I'm a satellite, I'm out of control by rainbow_porcupine_ninja (1.3k)
Yazmin Khan's so tired of running. The Doctor is always rushing, hurrying from one place to the next and never stopping to talk about it. There is always so much running. All Yaz wants to do was sit down.
OR: In which the Doctor and Yaz finally have that talk.
making time by thereweresunflowers (1.3k)
This time, they really have run out of time. It’s sliding away with the melting of her ice cream and the lump she can sense quietly building in Yaz’s throat. In mere hours, there will be so much they’ll have left unsaid.
There’s silence between the two of them and the Doctor has so many regrets.
or, the ice cream in space scene but there's kissing <3
Whatever fits my skin by lloydsglasses (1.4k)
“So, does that happen to you a lot?” Bill asks once they’re safely back in the Doctor’s study, each cradling a mug of tea. “Getting snogged by gorgeous women as a thanks for saving their lives.”
The Doctor sets his teacup down gently on the desk, mouth pursing in distaste. “Far more often than I’d like.”
it's the end of me, i won't let it be the end of us too by starstruckthirteen (1.6k)
“I’m not going to pretend this won’t hurt, Yaz, ‘cause it will and it pains me to tell you that there’s nothing we can do to stop it. But what that sadness means is that we’ve had such an amazing time, together. The Doctor and Yaz in the TARDIS! Just think of everything we’ve done.”
if it's left to chance or fate, i'll be lost by yasminkhxns (1.7k)
It feels like a nightmare. A living, breathing nightmare. Except this is real, and she would happily pluck the worst of her actual nightmares from her brain and trade it for this living hell. Because this is worse than anything her timeworn mind conjures in her fitful sleeps.
Because Yaz has been shot.
And the Doctor is helpless.
don't hold this war inside by WishingTree (1.8k)
“It’s just - I’m scared,” she finally manages.
“Scared?” the Doctor stills where she’s been trying to roll up the sleeves of her coat, shoving the material of one arm over her elbow and asking, “Scared of what?”
Yaz doesn’t answer, can’t answer, and the Doctor goes to reach for her, aborting the movement halfway and only managing an awkward swaying motion.
“...Scared of me?”
By your side by winged_daydreams (2.7k)
Once her breathing had slowed down and her heart didn’t feel like jumping out of her chest anymore, Yaz finally dared to open her eyes and was met with a smiling Doctor looking down on her.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey”, Yaz answered weakly, feeling extremely tired.
“Do you want to check?”
Yaz nodded. It usually helped.
Sitting up a bit, Yaz trailed her hands under the Doctor’s shirt and reached for her back. Her fingers pressed against the soft skin there, searching for wounds or scars. Once she was satisfied that the skin was perfectly smooth, she retrieved her arms and avoided the Doctor’s gaze, shaking her head in response.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Yaz”, the Doctor’s face slowly approached hers and left a chaste kiss on her lips. “What do you think of some breakfast?”
giving up and giving in by seaunicorn (3.1k)
It takes Yaz almost dying for the Doctor to actually confront her feelings.
Baby, it's cold outside. by Ineffablemurderhusbands (3.2k)
The fam and the Doctor goes ice skating.
The Doctor is not very good at it and ends up stumbling.
River catches her.
Painfully Transparent by seaunicorn (4.9k)
After her conversation with Dan, Yaz decides to tell the Doctor how she feels. Unfortunately, the Doctor doesn’t seem to want to discuss and avoids the conversation in increasingly ridiculous ways.
Five times Yaz tries to tell the Doctor how she feels and one time the Doctor finally listens.
the world was void by river_of_words (5.8k)
Yaz's first night on the Tardis contrasted with her last.
Crescendo by WordsInTimeAndSpace (6k)
As her relationship with the Doctor slowly develops into something a little more than friendship, Rose starts to wonder what's holding him back. But one fateful night, he confesses something that makes her realize she never had any reason to worry.
half the world away by timelxrd (9k)
Locked up in a prison cell to live out the rest of her days, the Doctor is left with no choice but to dwell on her most recent discoveries while those around her only chip away at her reserve.
Half a universe away, Yasmin Khan comes to the conclusion that, sometimes, the Doctor needs a helping hand just as much as the next person.
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Doctor Who Masterlist
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Lesser known fics
Thasmin
Christmas Fics
Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you're all having a lovely day and a fantastic new year. Here are all the festive fics I've written in case you want some holiday reading material!
Supernatural
Wrapped in Red (7k) — Dean and Cas have to pretend to be a couple for a case at a holiday party, and he wants to experience all of the human's Christmas traditions. Including mistletoe.
Darling, So It Goes (4k) — Jody and Donna beg Dean to dress as Santa for their Christmas party. He doesn't expect to dump a litre of chocolate milk on a homophobe or meet the love of his life, but that's how the holidays go.
Marvel
the ripples they cause (111k) — post no way home, Peter fights his way to a better life... with the help of every superhero in the city (and a bit of necromancy). Chapter seven is Christmas themed!
not at home for christmas (1k) — Phil and Clint end up in a safehouse for Christmas, but they make it work.
numb fingers but warmer hearts (6k) — Kate falls into an icy pond on Christmas eve... but the Bartons won't give up on their plans for the best Christmas ever.
Grishaverse
Fairytale of Ketterdam (2k) — Kaz fights his way out of a kidnapping to stop Geels from blowing up The Wraith on the eve of Feast of Sankt Nikolai.
we'll be okay (set sail for home) (2k) — When a heist goes wrong, Kaz and Inej have to fight their way home for the holidays.
Doctor Who
hot chocolate, candy canes, and a kiss in the snow (1k) — Yaz can give up the universe, but not the Doctor.
Yaz's Guide to Christmas Cookies and Alien Invasions (9k) — when her Christmas shift in the cafe gets strange, Yaz is glad to help a blonde stranger perform a holiday miracle.
Because this is what happens when you don't conform the main character of your shows name, just increasingly elaborate nicknames
Why are doctor who ship names so elaborate. It took me days to find out why the umbrella tag for the doctor and the master was thoschei. I literally just realised after weeks that Wouffaldi is a combination of Who, soufflé and capaldi. Who did that. Who decided "Yeah that's the name that makes the most sense".
dan really looked at these two, observed them being useless sapphics, and took matters into his own hands. we stan a legend
I drew the sillies because I’m rewatching series 11-13 rn and their relationship has me in a chokehold again
I see their pining
It’s not queer baiting they’re just sapphic idiots and it’s a mood
I love them
Thirteen's last word is gonna be "Yaz" and I'm not gonna be ok about it
fallen inside the thasmin rabbit hole again :3
absence by rio romeo is so thasmin coded prove me wrong
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH
thasmin quotes <3 <3
this is one story that might never have a happy ending…
violently screaming throwing up
i think 13/river/yaz as like jack/john/ianto like 13 has relationships with both like jack whereas yaz is only into the doctor like ianto and river has a relationship with the doctor and just keeps calling yaz eye candy.