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myghostmonument · 6 years ago

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13 x Reader: Home

Notes: Wow this took forever! It’s entirely too long but hopefully still an enjoyable read; I couldn’t find a good way to split it up. I really enjoyed this request and it’s been stewing in my mind for a WHILE, which is where most of my first drafts are usually written. I have another one or two fics planned that will probably also be around this length (or longer), but I’m really focusing on making the majority of my requests more concise. lmao we’ll see. This is also gender neutral for the reader!! Yay! As always requests are open so long as you understand that I’m slooooow Summary [anon request]: Could please you do an OT3 fic with Thirteen/Reader/Yaz, (Ryan can be there too but as a friend) where they just finished a really messed up adventure and they all have to reassure each other they're ok and it's all fluffy and maybe some angst? Warnings: None WC: 5500 oops

It hadn’t hit you, not at first. There hadn’t been time initially; there so rarely ever was. Not when there was so much going on, so much to do. And even after, when you had slammed shut the doors of the TARDIS and left the planet behind, you were still riding the wave of exhilaration. It was that particular brand of adrenaline utterly unique to traveling with the Doctor, and it kept your mind focused on moving forwards, with nothing more distant than the here and now. It was glorious, chaotic, intoxicating. It was survival. It kept the awareness of even bodily injuries from distracting you, because it didn’t matter that you couldn’t make a fist with your left hand, or that Yaz’s shirt was more blood than anything else, or that the Doctor could only draw in measured, shallow breaths. The only thing that mattered was the next step, the next breath drawn, the next moment unfolded. Surviving. And when you had survived, when you leaned panting against the doors of the TARDIS and watched while the Doctor flew around the console, her hands a blur and her voice a continuous counterpart of conversation to the groaning of the timeship as it took flight away, away from there- that was when the wave was at its peak. It flooded you with triumph and coloured everything golden, bright. It was a sort of pride that said yes, we did it, another adventure completed, another win. So no, it didn’t hit you right away, the impact of what you had just seen. What you had just done. The choices you had made, the consequences you had watched unfold. It wasn’t till you stood swaying in the console room and watched as the Doctor and Yaz moved away that you started to feel it. To understand. Horror trickled through you, slowly at first, but building. Between one breath and the next, it was a flood. Your face felt cold even as your injured arm began to burn, and you couldn’t stop remembering, couldn’t stop seeing, not even when you closed your eyes- And then, nothing. Your mind had carefully and firmly blanked. At some point you had ended up in your room, sitting on the floor. You weren’t sure if that was by choice or not. It didn’t matter. You sat and stared at nothing, safer by far than closing your eyes. Your wounded arm was not exactly numb; you were aware of the pain. It just didn’t touch you. (You were also aware, distantly, that you should probably have followed Yaz and the Doctor to the medbay, but you hadn’t. Had just stood there, alone in the gently humming console, until your feet moved on their own, took you away.) It was Yaz who eventually found you, sitting against your bed with your knees drawn to your chest. She might have spoken to you, or she might not have. It was only when you realized that you were warmer and turned your head that you noticed her, settled down next to you on the floor. You shook your head slightly; you got the impression that you weren’t keeping track of time in an entirely coherent manner. You blinked slowly, realized belatedly that Yaz had said something. “What?” “I don’t want to be alone,” Yaz repeated, and paused. “Do you?” The words were raw, scraped too thinly over exhaustion and pain to be in any way gentle. But they were for all that kind. Kind, and sincere. Because they were coming from Yaz. What she said, she meant. “No,” you whispered, and leaned your head against her shoulder. Your hand found its way into hers without conscious effort or choice, or perhaps it was her hand that found yours. You both sat that way for a while, with clutching hands and distant eyes. You were still in a conflicting state of numb fog mixed intermittently with flashes of horror, but it was easier with Yaz there. Or if not easier, at least… better. She had seen the same things, had made the same choices, was living with the same memories. Eventually, a separate thought floated to the top of your mind, and you mumbled it into Yaz’s shoulder: “What’s the Doctor doing?” “Wondering why her friends are hiding on a floor, and not in the medbay where they’re supposed to be.” You felt Yaz jump, and you lifted your head, looking over the edge of your bed to see the Doctor framed in the doorway. Yaz leaned around the edge of the bed to look for herself, then settled back against you with a released breath. “She really loves making a dramatic entrance,” Yaz muttered, and despite everything, your lips twitched in an approximation of a smile. It was true. “I heard that,” the Doctor said as she moved into the room. Her boots appeared in your field of vision, followed abruptly by the rest of her as she crouched down in front of you and Yaz. You blinked, focusing on her face and noting idly how her ear-cuff glinted in the dim light as she turned her head from you to Yaz. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her eyes were narrowed. She looked worried. Tired. “You didn’t follow us to the medbay,” the Doctor said, and you realized that she was looking at you again. “Weren’t you hit by one of those blasters?” Her tone was neutral, but her eyes were flickering with a restless, almost angry tension as they moved down. You looked down as well. “I- didn’t think about it,” you said truthfully, looking blankly at your left arm. You felt Yaz move. “That looks bad,” she said, and the genuine concern in her voice reached you even through your hazy disinterest. “It’s not, but it does need tending,” the Doctor said, though she was looking at your face as she spoke, not your wound. “I didn’t think about it,” you repeated, your voice hollow. Something in the Doctor’s expression shifted, and you struggled to elaborate. You wanted to appease that look in the Doctor’s eyes, but it was hard to find words when emotions themselves eluded you. “I just- I- I didn’t-” you were trying to articulate, but you could feel those emotions (your pain, your memories) welling up in your chest, in your throat, and they were choking you. Yaz tightened her grip on your hand, and the Doctor’s expression shifted again. “Hey, alright, it’s fine, you don’t need to explain-” she began, soothingly, but the memories were still rising, building, and something had to give, something had to give. “- and I can’t- if I try- I can’t make it stop-” “Can’t make what stop-” “They’re… even when I- I close my eyes and I- I see it all again, again and again-” you shuddered and fell silent as you choked on your own words. Yaz was also silent, but tears were running slowly down her cheeks and her own gaze was glazed and distant with remembered horrors. The Doctor’s lips had parted slightly, but as her gaze moved from you to Yaz and she saw the tears, her lips flattened again, pressed tight over words she did not say. They were present in her eyes, though. The Doctor was tired, hurting, and now she was angry too. Angry for the pain she saw in her companions, for the damage done. But her voice when she spoke was absent of that anger. She was good at that, at misdirection. Only her eyes ever betrayed her true self when she let her guard slip. But you weren’t looking at her eyes, or anything else. Nothing in that room, anyways. “Oh,” the Doctor said softly, “oh, my poor fam. Come here, you lot.” Leaning forwards, she pulled you both towards her and into an embrace. You closed your eyes as your face pressed up against the fabric of the Doctor’s coat and inhaled the familiar scent (vanilla, with hints of machinery and something else, something distinctly her). You could feel Yaz next to you, your hands still entwined. It was an awkward, precarious embrace, huddled as you were on the floor and with only four good arms to go around for the three of you. Yes, it was awkward. It was also suddenly as necessary to you as air, as the next drawn breath. You shuddered again as the Doctor spoke, her voice still gentle and absent of the storm that lurked in her eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she murmured, her head bent over you and Yaz. Her own eyes slid closed, and you could hear the exhaustion in her voice, the way it rasped slightly. She had taken damage too, you remembered. Anger stirred in you, a sharp jab that pushed away some of your numb fog. You lifted your injured arm and wrapped it painfully around the Doctor, holding her to you as tightly as you could. “Are- you okay?” you asked the Doctor, your voice muffled by her shirt and coat. The Doctor made a quiet sound, something not quite a word, and you felt her shift, pulling you more fully into her arms while her head bent closer over yours, her nose resting in your hair. You could feel her heartbeats against your own chest, and unconsciously you began to match your breathing to hers. “Oh, yeah. You know me, I’m the king of okay.” The words were almost (almost) convincing, falling breezily from the Doctor’s mouth with what was close to her normal light, irreverent tone. Close. She obviously heard the discrepancy too, and cleared her throat. “Have you seen anything like that before?” Yaz asked. “Have you- done that-” she trailed off bleakly, and the Doctor was silent for a few moments. “I’ve been traveling for a long time,” she said finally, quietly. “I’ve seen the worst of the universe, in so many forms and species. Death and famine and war and senseless, needless cruelty, selfishness and fear…” her arms tightened around you and Yaz as she spoke. “But I’ve seen the best of the universe too. People who leap to protect others without even a thought, who stand in front of those in need and go above and beyond to make the universe a better, kinder place.” She pressed a soft kiss to your head, then did the same to Yaz. “Does it get easier?” Yaz asked. “Having to see the- the worst bits?” Again, the Doctor was silent, and this time the moment stretched just a little bit too long. “Come on then,” she said, and she had layered her words with that breezy cheerfulness again, avoiding Yaz’s question. “Enough moping around on the floor. How about some tea? I love tea-” she was moving as she spoke, extricating herself from the embrace and standing. She helped up Yaz, then held out a hand to you. You started to reach up with your injured arm, then dropped it with a wince and proffered your other hand. “Mmm,” the Doctor said as she pulled you up, her eyes sharp on your bad arm. “But before tea, you need patched up.” She had kept a grip on your arm, eyed it critically while moving it gently back and forth. You blinked slowly. The presence of Yaz and the Doctor (and the touch of their skin on yours) was an anchor, but you were still drifting as your mind tried to shield you. To forget. “I’ll start the tea,” Yaz said, wiping surreptitiously at her cheeks. The Doctor’s eyes moved to her briefly and her expression softened, though she did not comment, only nodded. The three of you left, Yaz vanishing in the direction of the kitchen while you trailed after the Doctor (who couldn’t seem to make herself walk slowly to save her life) into the medbay. It didn’t take particularly long to clean and bandage your arm (the wound was largely superficial, if painful) and soon you and the Doctor joined Yaz in the kitchen. True to her word, Yaz had started the tea, and when you came in it was to the sight of her straining to reach some mugs, her face tight with frustration and pain. “I got it,” the Doctor said, stepping forwards quickly. For someone who was by the most generous of estimates barely an inch taller than Yaz, the Doctor nonetheless rarely missed an opportunity to flex her superior height. You rather suspected that Ryan and Graham had begun storing items in higher and higher places, and for precisely that reason. (You were for example sure that the coat hook in the console room had been stealthily and consistently adjusted until it was several inches higher, and counting. One of these days the Doctor was going to try to hang up her coat and find herself to reach, and then… well, you weren’t sure what would happen but you doubted popcorn would be out of place.) You’d been meaning to broach the topic with Yaz and brainstorm possible counter attacks against Ryan and Graham’s mischief… perhaps the TARDIS could be wheedled into lowering the door frames? You accepted a mug of tea automatically from Yaz, your gaze distant as your thoughts pieced themselves together sluggishly, disjointed. Ryan and Graham… you looked up suddenly, and met the eyes of the Doctor. She’d been watching you, and there was a crease next to her left brow. “Are you- are- Ryan and Graham?” you said haltingly, not sure why the words were so reluctant to form. “Yeah, we should probably be picking them back up soon?” Yaz said, though her tone made it into a question as she too looked at the Doctor. “You know how Graham gets,” she added with a faint smile. “Right you are,” the Doctor agreed, setting down her tea. Her eyes flicked between you and Yaz, and her lips pressed together again over more unspoken words. “I’ll just be a mo,” she said, and slipped away. A vacuum of silence was left in her wake, and you and Yaz looked at each other. The memories seemed somehow brighter, more real in that ringing silence. As if they filled the room with a swelling, tangible presence and left no room for you and Yaz. She must have felt it too, because after a moment she stepped to your side, and her free hand found yours again. Not long after the familiar groaning wheeze of the TARDIS filtered into the room, followed by a brief silence and then muffled voices, growing louder. You had one of those sudden painfully clear thoughts that cut so sharply through the fog, and realized that you were not prepared to talk to Ryan and Graham. Yaz’s grip on your hand was suddenly tight, or perhaps it was your grip on hers. You clung to each other, silent in solidarity and apprehension. The voices grew louder, then suddenly muted as another voice spoke over them. It was the Doctor, and though you couldn’t hear her actual words, you could hear the cautionary tone of her voice. There followed a few more exchanges, more subdued, and then a brief silence. When the Doctor stepped back into the room, she was alone. She lifted a hand and brushed hair out of her eyes as she approached you and Yaz. Though her face was drawn tight with exhaustion, her eyes were as sharp as ever as they focused on the two of you, and she noted immediately the way you were clutching each other with pale, wan faces. “Oh,” she said, and there was something so deeply, painfully sad in that one quiet word that you felt as if it shivered in the air, in your heart. You were too raw for it, and closed your eyes- no! You opened them again, afraid of what you saw when you closed them, when you shut out the distractions of the world, when you let yourself still and think and- There was a tug on your hand. You blinked, and realized that the Doctor had grasped Yaz’s other hand and was pulling her away, and you with them. You followed as they moved to the library. Partially because following was easier than resisting, but mostly because when all else failed, you had that, had them. You would follow those two women into anything. “We’ve got tea and biscuits,” the Doctor said, sitting down on a sofa next to Yaz. You had just settled on Yaz’s other side when the Doctor had snapped her fingers and leapt back to her feet. “I know! A fire, we should have a fire. That’s proper cozy, just what we need.” She took off her coat and tossed it over the arm of the sofa before moving to crouch in front of the fireplace. She muttered all-but inaudibly to herself for a few moments as she poked around (you thought you heard a flippant ‘this should be fine’ which didn’t inspire an awful lot of confidence). A few experimental buzzes on the sonic however produced a very respectable fire indeed, and one that didn’t seem too likely to burn down the room. “There,” the Doctor said in a satisfied voice, rocking back on her heels and dusting off her hands. “Cozy.” She placed her hands on her knees and glanced briefly over her shoulder at you and Yaz. Her hair had fallen across her face again, and strands of it were limned in gold by the light of the fire. You stared at her, crouched, disheveled, tired, shadowed. Yet she glowed. She glowed. She caught your eye and smiled, pushing some of her hair out of her face. “You’re going to stay with us?” Yaz asked, moving over as the Doctor resettled herself on the couch between you and her. “‘Course,” the Doctor said easily, leaning back against the cushions and crossing her legs. She reached out and grasped one of Yaz’s hands, then yours. Her fingers curled gently around yours and she gave a soft squeeze. “For a bit, anyway. I think we should be together after… after that. And,” she added, an attempt at sternness as she looked between you, “this seems better than huddling on a floor.” The sternness was somewhat undercut by the way she squeezed your hand again, however. You leaned your head against her shoulder, staring sightlessly into the fire. On your other side Yaz copied you, and the Doctor made a quiet sound, dropping quick kiss on Yaz’s head, and then yours. “My fam,” she said softly. “I’ve got you.” “We’ve got each other,” Yaz corrected, and you nodded in agreement, feeling the Doctor’s hair brush across your face. “Right,” the Doctor said, and her voice sounded odd. She cleared her throat. “Do you… want to talk about it?” Your breath seized. The shard of bright, unflinching memory pierced your fog, tore it to shreds like damp paper. You stiffened, clutching convulsively at the Doctor’s hand and turning your face into her shoulder, away from the light. Your chest had tightened at the thought of- at the thought- and your arm jerked as it gave a sullen pulse of pain, as if the conversation had woken it. “Or… maybe we just talk, about any old thing,” the Doctor continued. She was looking down at you, and for a moment the reflected firelight was nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. You couldn’t see that, though. You could just feel her warmth against you, and her gentle hand around yours. Yes, it was only her eyes that ever betrayed her. “That sounds good,” you heard Yaz say faintly. So that’s what you did, the three of you. You talked. Mostly the Doctor, spinning stories of past adventures and regenerations and friends. The stories often brought up more questions than than they resolved, but that was okay. You had long since accustomed yourself to the Doctor’s whimsical and rapid-fire method of speaking, the way she blended the ordinary and extraordinary with effortless, capricious casualty. She was youthful and brilliant; she was ancient and utterly mad. She was both the raging storm and the anchor that kept you safe, and as she spun her stories in that quiet room you felt your mind finally begin to quiet. Not all the way, not even close, but… a veneer of normalcy crept over you, and you relaxed. Eventually, impossibly, you fell asleep. You hadn’t wanted to, knowing what you’d see when you closed your eyes with nothing left to confront but yourself. Those thoughts, those memories. But you weren’t alone, and the Doctor’s familiar voice (along with her presence, and Yaz’s) slowly suffused you with enough peace that your mind quieted. And with the quiet came, blessedly, sleep. Your head was in the Doctor’s lap at that point. She had draped an arm over your side, and the gentle circles made by her fingers had been a countermelody to her voice, another anchor. At some point Yaz drifted off as well. She had moved to the floor (she said she liked her feet toasty, though the Doctor suspected that in truth her shoulder was aching) and dozed with her back against the sofa and her head just touching yours as it rested against the Doctor’s thigh. The Doctor stopped talking, eventually. But she did not sleep. If you had been awake, if you had seen the fire reflected in her ancient, solemn gaze, you might have wondered if she too was afraid of what she would see behind closed eyes. So there was silence for a long time. Until- “How are they doing?” The Doctor looked away slowly from the hearth to look at Ryan. She gave him a tired smile as he lurked in the doorway; his posture was worried, unsure. But at her smile the young man stepped farther into the room, his gaze moving between you and Yaz. The Doctor followed his gaze, her eyes fixing on Yaz in the flickering firelight. Yaz always managed to look worried when she slept, so that at least wasn’t new. But the Doctor felt that the policewoman’s face was more stark, the skin more tightly drawn over her bones than normal… and the heavy bandaging on her shoulder didn’t do much to help dispel the image. The Doctor’s gaze moved to the side, followed slowly by her head and her hair fell partially across her face as she looked down at her other sleeping companion. You. It was less normal for you to look so harried, so upset when sleeping, and the Doctor’s eyes might have tightened as she stared. But her hand that rested on your side remained soft, gentle. Protective. “I don’t know,” she answered finally, and even she could hear how tired her voice sounded. How helpless. “Not worse.” “That’s something, then,” Ryan said, though his tone lacked conviction. The Doctor looked up at him and managed another tired smile. There was no joy or happiness in it, but there was genuine appreciation for Ryan and his kindness. “Yes, it is.” “If you want a break or anything, I can sit with them-” “No.” Guttural, low, raw. The word was an instinctive reaction that left no time or room for softening, and even the Doctor was startled when it left her lips. Just one word, but it had been torn from a primal place of raised hackles, bared teeth, flashing eyes. “No,” she repeated, more gently. “I’ve got this.” Her voice was still ever so polite, and it didn’t match her eyes even a little bit. Ryan nodded cautiously, his eyes moving from the Doctor’s left hand (which had moved to cup your head, fingers splayed as if to shield) to her right (which had dropped to Yaz’s un-bandaged shoulder). The gestures were small, but there was nothing subtle about them, and Ryan was wise enough not to push. Not when he saw the cracks in the Doctor’s composure, confined though they were to her eyes (and to that one devastating word). For someone normally so open and upfront with her emotions… it was more alarming than if she had shouted. Those bared fangs and flashing eyes lurked just beneath the surface of her familiarity, a familiarity which suddenly seemed so thin, so insubstantially draped over the ancient, feral thing that she truly was. Ryan had to remind himself again that this person, this friend of his, was not human. But she was his friend, and he did not fear her. So he nodded again, and he did what friends do. He offered his help once more, even in the face of her pain and rejection. “Well, if you do need anything, Graham and I are around, okay?” “I’ll keep it in mind,” the Doctor said, and the wildness had receded from her eyes as she watched him move to go. (Receded, yes, but it lurked. Always, it lurked.) “Ryan-” he turned, looked at her, “thank you. Really.” Ryan nodded, because he heard the tacit apology, because he understood. He left the Doctor alone with you and Yaz, once again staring into the depths of the fire with unreadable eyes while her hands remained as they were, draped protectively over you both. Keeping you to her. When you woke a while later, for a moment you thought she had gone. Then you heard the soft sounds of murmured voices and stifled weeping. You opened your eyes slowly, forgetting for a moment where you were or why there was such a heavy, cold weight in your gut. Then you remembered. You lifted your head and blinked blearily. The fire had died down to sullen embers, and the light in the room was muted, somber. You realized eventually that you were looking at the back of the Doctor’s head, and she was sitting on the floor cross-legged next to Yaz. “-nothing to be ashamed of,” the Doctor was saying. Yaz wiped almost angrily at her face, and you realized she had been the source of weeping. “I’m not,” Yaz said, her voice low and miserable. “Or- well, maybe I am. I mean, I have training for this kind of thing. Trauma and violence, and that sort-” “Training isn’t meant to produce apathy,” the Doctor interrupted firmly. “Training means you can still act and handle yourself in a tense situation, not that you’re unaffected by it, especially after.” “Well, yes but-” “And,” the Doctor continued, slightly louder, “I doubt training for the Sheffield police covers intergalactic warfare, hm? More parking tickets, fewer bio-morphic super-weapons, possibly?” Yaz smiled despite herself and ducked her head. “You did brilliantly,” the Doctor added, quieter. “That was-” she hesitated. “Horrible,” Yaz whispered, and the Doctor reached over, grabbed her hand. “Yes.” There was a lengthy silence, and though you couldn’t see the Doctor’s face, you could see when she took in a deep breath and tensed her shoulders before speaking again. “I can take you home,” the Time Lord said softly, as if the words didn’t tear at her as they left her mouth. But even you could see how rigidly she held herself. “If you want-” “NO!” The Doctor actually winced as you and Yaz both shouted at the same time, turning to look at you with a scrunched nose as you shoved yourself upright with your good arm. “No,” you repeated. “Absolutely not,” Yaz added, and despite the recent tears her voice was steady. The Doctor looked between the two of you. Her expression was serious, determined; she fully intended to take you and Yaz home if asked. But you could see the burgeoning hope in her eyes. The relief. “I can’t promise that this is the last time,” she warned. “It could happen again. It probably will. I would understand if you wanted to go home-” “We said no,” Yaz interrupted. She was still holding the Doctor’s hand, and you slid stiffly off the sofa so that you could crouch on the Doctor’s other side and grab that hand too. “We are home,” you said. You might have tilted your head, gestured at the room. But your eyes remained steady on the two women. Home. “But-” “We are home,” Yaz repeated, firmly. “We’re a fam, right?” The Doctor was uncharacteristically silent as she looked from Yaz to you, then down at the chain made by your linked hands. You saw her throat move as she swallowed. You met Yaz’s eyes, and then the two of you leaned over and enveloped the Doctor in an embrace. Your face rested somewhere between the Doctor’s neck and shoulder, and you could feel the delicate flutter of her pulse (as well as Yaz’s hair tickling your nose). It wasn’t even remotely comfortable, that embrace. You were all of you stiff (injured, exhausted) and your arms and legs met in a lumpy, disorganized, awkward jumble. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Yours, or any of the others you and seen, any you had yet to see. This was home. The three of you remained that way for several quiet, fragile moments. Even the Doctor was silent, and you could feel the hitch in her breaths. It might have been from the smoke inhalation, from her injury… but you didn’t think so. You could still feel her rapid pulse, could still feel her hand gripping yours so tightly. Could still remember the fear in her eyes when she spoke of leaving you... and the relief when you refused. Several moments of fragile silence, that stretched into the shadowed corners of the room and to the stars beyond. Then you felt the Doctor stiffen, as if remembering something. Her chest rose as words made their way to her mouth, and some sliver of premonition (or perhaps more accurately, past experiences) made your lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile before her words were fully formed. “How do you lot keep ending up on the floor?! There’s furniture, proper furniture, and yet once again I find you like this- funny, is it?” the last words were delivered to Yaz, who had begun to giggle. It was infectious, and you began to as well, you face still pressed against the Doctor’s neck. “You two started it,” you pointed out, your voice somewhat muffled. “No, Yaz started it,” the Doctor said automatically, as if scoring a point. Yaz lifted her head and gave her a dirty look. “I- hey! It’s not like either of you had to join me-” “But you did start it,” you replied, giggling again in response to Yaz’s indignant sputter. “That’s- hang on, you started it! Back in your room!” “Well, then you’re both copy-cats who have no one to blame but yourselves,” you said loftily, and were rewarded when both women made sounds of outrage. It only made you laugh harder, especially when an exasperated Doctor tried in a grand gesture to stand up, but utterly failed to escape the tangled embrace. Eventually the noise attracted Ryan and Graham, who poked their heads cautiously into the room. The apprehension that had lined their faces shifted into confusion, and ended up somewhere between amusement and exasperation. “They’re mad,” Graham observed, absently taking a bite out of sandwich that Ryan didn’t care to guess the contents of. Ryan was silent as he watched for a moment longer, taking in the gasping, arguing, laughing pile that was the three of you. Your arms were still entwined, and Yaz had her head thrown back against the couch as she giggled. The Doctor was still making an effort at standing (and was unsurprisingly in the midst of delivering what appeared to be a lecture, though it was largely undercut by the amused curve of her lips) but was thwarted, both by Yaz’s entangled legs, and by her coat which had slipped off the soft to drape across all three of you- indeed, your face was completely covered by it, and Ryan could only hear muffled sounds of laughter and protest coming from beneath it. “Reckon so,” he said finally. Graham noted with some surprise that he was smiling. “C’mon, let’s leave them be. They’ll be fine.” And he was right. It would take time, of course. All things do. But you all had each other. You were, after all, a fam. You would be fine. There was still so much of the universe to see.

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whynotjohnlock · 1 year ago

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I love that the doctor in most if not all regenerations has ADHD and ADD.

I love the fact that I finally have positive and accurate representation about how in most cases of neurodivergence it's impossible to mask or fully mask the symptoms.

I love that the doctor actively appreciates people like us and knows our worth.

I love the fact that the doctor has no fear or restraint in his/her stims, and I strive every day to be more like him/her in that way.

I love him/her in the fact that they are autistic sometimes.

I love the doctor representing us with every episode with there quirkiness.

I love that because we have someone to look up to like us, we ourselves feel encouraged to just be who we are.

Thank you,

Doctor Who.

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rckflg · 3 years ago

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

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slasherbastard · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

MATCHUPS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN! PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING!

Last updated: 10.08.23

-What I write for-

Currently I write for any characters from the following series (movies and games):

House of Wax (2005), The Boy (2016), Friday the 13th, House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil’s Rejects, 3 From Hell, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween (All M.M versions), Scream, Child’s Play, Silent Hill, Behind the Mask, Carrie, Terrifier, Jeepers Creepers, The Lost Boys, Black Christmas, Candyman, Dead By Daylight, Silent Hill, etc

-When I write-

My main posting days are Tuesdays and Saturdays but I also post matchups and art randomly throughout the week if I have any to post.

-What I write-

- Headcanons - Matchups - Drabbles - Scenarios - Platonic Relationships

-What I won’t write-

- Incest - Necrophilia - Minor/Underage sex - P*dophilia - Anything to do with scat/piss - Zo*philia

ANYTHING LISTED IN BOLD IS NSFW OR SLIGHTLY NSFW, PLEASE DO NOT READ THESE IF YOU’RE -18

-Dead by Daylight-

Anna/the Huntress

Dating Huntress Headcanon (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Legion (Frank, Susie, Joey, Julie)

Joining the Legion HCs (SFW) Joey Matchup (SFW)

Ghostface (Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen)

Survivor!Reader Putting Up a Fight (SFW)

-House of Wax-

Bo Sinclair

Mute (SFW)

I Wish I Never Met You (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Bo and Vincent’s Reactions to the Palace of Wax (SFW)

Jealous (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Prom (SFW)

Tanning (VERY NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

Are You Sorry? Pt. 2

Kinktober 2021: Bo Sinclair (Virgin) (NSFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Vincent Sinclair

Art Isn’t Easy (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Why Are You Doing This to Yourself? (Self harm TW)

Matchup (SFW)

Lester Sinclair

Lester Finding out You Survived (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

-The Boy-

Brahms Heelshire

Noises (SFW)

Why Are You Here? (SFW)

Chocolate Chip Cookies (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

I am Damaged (SFW)

Stockholm Syndrome (SFW)

Birthday Breakfast (SFW)

Vampire!Brahms Heelshire HCs (SFW)

Brahms Heelshire During the Pandemic (Slightly NSFW)

Are You Sorry? (Abuse TW)

That’s. . .different (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Back Again (Chapter 1) (SFW)

-Black Christmas-

Camp (SFW)

-Friday The 13th-

Jason Voorhees

Cheating (SFW)

Life Isn’t Worth Living Without You (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

Double Matchup (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 2) (SFW)

Drown (SFW)

-A Nightmare on Elm Street-

Double Matchup (SFW)

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

-House of 1000 Corpses-

Otis Driftwood

Matchup (SFW)

Halloween with the Firefly’s (SFW)

Playing Doctor (SFW)

Baby Firefly

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Movies)-

Chop-Top Sawyer

Matchup (SFW)

Your Shirt (SFW)

Bad Dream (SFW)

Thomas Hewitt

Matchup (SFW)

The Cannibal (SFW)

Bubba Sawyer

Scared? (H/Cs) (SFW)

- Halloween (All Movies)-

Michael Myers (OG)

When They Died (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt. 1) (SFW)

Meeting The Parents (pt.2) (SFW)

Michael Myers (RZ)

Matchup (SFW)

-Scream-

Stu Macher

Matchup (SFW)

It Never Mattered Anyway - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (SFW)

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

Billy Loomis

Poly!Ghostface Matchup (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Billy + Stu Helping Trans Male S/O on Period

-Child’s Play-

Tiffany Valentine

Matchup (SFW)

-Laid To Rest-

Chromeskull

Matchup (SFW)

-The Collector-

Asa Emory

Double Matchup (SFW)

Matchup (SFW)

The Collector with a Lolita S/O (SFW)

-The Craft-

Nancy Downs

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Candyman-

Double Matchup (SFW)

-Resident Evil (All Games)-

How The Four Lords Would React To You Doing Bad Impressions Of Them (SFW)

-Multi-Slashers-

Slasher’s reactions to their s/o’s wanting to dye their hair (SFW)

The Slashers as Facebook Memes (SLIGHTLY NSFW)

Slashers with an S/O with comfort items (SFW)

Slashers with a musical S/O (SFW)

Slasher’s Reactions to your Friend Kissing You (SFW)

Slasher Game Night Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Playground Would Include (SFW)

Slashers at the Amusement Park Would Include (SFW)

Slashers With a Pierced/Tatted S/O (SFW)

Slashers With a Chubby/Insecure S/O (SFW)

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 years ago

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Family (13th Doctor X Reader)

Characters: 13th Doctor X Reader

Universe: Doctor Who

Warning: Disownment from family, homophobia.

Request: Could I get a 13 x neutral reader ft Ryan, Graham, Yaz where they're dating + on a trip back home to Earth to see everyone's families, 13 finds out that the reader lives alone because their family disowned them for being gay? the others rush to comfort them + y/n says they're okay because they've found a better family, meaning them, and its just really soft

The feeling of content and pure happiness was something that used to be a luxury you couldn’t afford, not matter how hard you tried. You used to have it, at least you think you did, when you were a young child, before the world’s truths and troubles came to your attention, and your own identity was brought into question, and as soon as you were exposed to that, you lost that comfort of pure happiness. You had tried to find it again, it usually making it harder to reach. At least that was until you ran into a strange yet majestic blonde woman being followed by her 3 companions, soon becoming 4 after your meeting. The second you found them, you found your happiness.

They didn’t know that. They didn’t have to. Part of you guessed they already knew, partly due to your regular occurrence of your reluctance to go home when the weekly visit home occurred, and unfortunately, that time came around again.

“Alright, see you later!” Yaz called as she waved and walked away, Graham and Ryan not far behind as they went their own way, leaving you and the Doctor at the TARDIS. She put her attention on you, expectantly.

“What you waiting for? I’m sure you’ve got family to go and say hi to.” She questioned, nodding her head for you to get a move on.

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You tried to smile and laugh off, going in for a final hug just to waste more time, and while she accepted it, you felt her hesitate to let go.

“Y/N?... You’d tell me if something was up, right?” She questioned, finally parting from you. It was your turn to hesitate, fumbling over your words. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” The doctor asked, her usual smile gone and replaced with a concerned and serious frown as she kept a hand on your shoulders to keep you from running off.

“...I don’t have a family.” The words just seemed to slip out, catching both the Doctor and yourself off guard. “I-I mean I do, but… they don’t talk to me. They want nothing to do with me, before I met you… every week when you drop me off I just spend it alone…” You admitted to her rather sheepishly. Her eyes softened, concern being replaced by sympathy… or maybe even empathy.

“Why didn’t you say anything?... Tell you what, from now on, we’ll spend it together, how does that sound? It’ll be our own little date every week!” She suggested, and you smiled, relieved, and accepted.

The majority of the stay had gone off without a hitch- the doctor and you went out for a wander, even going to a zoo, getting ice cream and acting like kids, which was more fun than you could have imagined, before the day was coming to an end, and you headed back to the TARDIS to wait for the others. You walked around the console as the Doctor checked over her time machine to make sure everything was in working order before take off once again, and after a moment you sat down on the floor. “Thank you Doctor.” You spoke up, her eyes looking up at you. “For spending today with me. Really.” You told her, and she smiled softy.

“I would have done it before if I’d known you’d be alone.” She assured you, and you smiled back, just happy that you had this arrangement now. “Hope you don’t mind me asking- but why don’t your family talk to you?” She brought up. You looked up at her, frowning, before pulling your legs closer to yourself to hold for comfort. The doctor came, squatting down in front of you.

“They… they don’t like that I’m gay, so they disowned me. They completely cut me out and refuse to talk to me unless I ‘fix’ myself.” You explained, doing air quotes at the end with a sad chuckle.

“Well, some kind of family they are.” You heard the doctor grumble sarcastically as she moved from squatting to sitting on the floor as well, her comment forcing you to crack a smile.

“But it’s fine, because I have you now. And Yaz, Ryan and Graham… you’re my family now.” You assured her, and you saw her eyes widen a little for a moment, before you saw a rush of emotion behind her eyes, though it took a moment for yourself to realise what caused it. Family. The doctor hadn’t really heard herself being part of one in a long, long time. She hadn’t had one in a long, long time. Yet here she was, being a part of yours without realising it.

“Well… if it means anything, I’ll never turn my back on you, because that’s what real family means.” She assured in return, it now being your turn to fight back tears, before she smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. “Tell you what- you can decide where our next adventure is, so where do you want to go?”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

TAGS: @rebellionofthecattle @hello-love-youre-pretty @courtneychicken @graysonmalfoy @bellero @originalpottervengerlock @supernatural-pan @esoltis280 @lady-of-lies @sebstanismylife @macbetheliza @mandywholock1980 @cdwmtjb8 @caswinchester2000 @determinedpines @huntheimpossible

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coco96 · 5 years ago

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LDAF -Doctor Who Masterlist

Last updated: 10/28/2020

9th Doctor

Never Split Up (9th Doctor X Male!Reader) Warnings: Mild violence, yelling and confrontation Request: Ninth doctor x male!reader where the reader is getting harassed by some random guy while traveling with the doctor and the doctor steps in to help save reader from the guy

Accidents Happen (9th Doctor X Reader) *PARENTAL Warnings: Injury Request: … reader sees the doctor as a brother/dad figure and the reader gets hurt so the doctor has to take care of them? Also, could the reader possibly be male?

Crybaby (Doctor 9-12 X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Self-Conscious reader Request: … reader getting emotional and sad easily. Others think its annoying, she thinks that too, but the doctor thinks its a good thing because that means she really cares about that and isn’t as insensitive like the most humans

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10th Doctor

Practically Human (10/11 X Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC Warnings: Mention of death, injury and mourning Request: Reader is a cyborg … she’s been travelling with the doctor for ages + her cyborg traits have come in useful … she’s been struggling recently but hasn’t told the doctor + instead she just turns her emotions off bc she doesn’t want to be sad. the doctor tries to convince her that it’s okay to be sad and tries to convince her to turn them back on. …

That Jumper Used To Fit You (10th Doctor X Reader) Warnings: Weight loss, loss of sleep Request: A 10th Doctor x reader where the reader tries keeping up with the timelord resulting in not eating and sleeping enough. The Doctor realises it after seeing the weight loss and steps in?

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11th Doctor

The Human Thing (11th Doctor X Reader) Request: … after an adventure Amy and Rory kiss and 11 makes a remark about humans. The reader gets all defensive like “maybe try human stuff before hating on it” or something and realizes what they are suggesting and says they werent implying that but the doctor kisses them mid sentence …

Company (11th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Mention of illness and death. Request: How about one w/ Clara exploring the TARDIS one day when the Doctor can’t take her out on an adventure … She hears someone she doesnt recognise + follows the voice to find the Dr sitting w/ a woman she’s never seen before (reader) and he’s just sitting there, smiling while she speaks about something to him. …

Trouble Sleeping (11th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Depression, anxiety, fainting and mention of not eating. Request: … reader where she’s been feeling anxious and depressed but hasn’t told the Dr cos she can’t explain why + doesn’t want to worry him, but it’s been keeping her awake at night so on one of her adventures with him she passes out while they’re supposed to be running/hiding from the monster/alien. she wakes up on the TARDIS and he gets angry and says she should have told him and then she gets upset and he calms down and realises something is really wrong.

He Doesn’t Love me (11th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Angst, injury, kidnapping, death Request: … whatever alien/bad guy they’re up against takes reader hostage/ threatens to kill her if Dr doesn’t do what they say. she calls them an idiot + starts ranting about how he wouldn’t risk himself + the entire galaxy for her. the alien/baddie argues that the Dr would bc he loves her + she says he doesn’t love her back. …

Jealousy in a Timelord (11th Doctor X Fem!Timelord!Reader) Warnings: Injury, technically there’s death and I think I only swore once. Request: … reader is a Time Lord too, and she’s the doctors wife (instead of river) and she gets jealous when river starts to join her and the 11th doctor and Amy and Rory on the tardis and then she starts to distance herself … then something sneaks onto the tardis and attacks her maybe and there’s angst and fluff where she explains her worries to the doctor and he reassures her.

Bowties and Jackets (11th Doctor X Reader) Request: 11th Doctor request here. Can you do something where Reader steals his Jackett and Bowtie and pretends to be him?

Birthday in Hollywood (11th Doctor X Fem!Chubby!Reader) *PLATONIC Warnings: Insecurities and self-conscious reader Request: … reader having her 17th birthday. The Doctor (i dont care which) knows how she gets sad when its her birthday, and how she thinks she is nothing special so he sends her into the tardis’ changing room and gets her a dress she would never wear because of her chubby body (steals her clothes so that she has to chance) and the rest would be up to you..

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12th Doctor

Please Don’t (12th Doctor X Fem!Reader) *PARENTAL TRIGGER WARNING: Alcoholic parents, mention of mistreatment, panic attack Request: … Reader never felt like she really had parents because both are alcoholics. But she feels for him like hes her father and is deeply afraid that she bores him or something and he leaves her and gets a panic attack when he hints something like that all of sudden and just sits on the ground, not able to move, crying because it hit her so hard

That Look (12th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Self consciousness of other character, age gap Request: Reader travels with the Doctor for a while now, knowing him as 11 but he regenerates to 12 a few months ago and he is in love with her but thinks a relationship is now even more unlikely to happen now that he looks old. But she really loves when hes talking intelligent stuff and hes doing exactly that and she can’t help but kiss him and hes flustered and shocked and she goes ‘I wanted to do that so long now’

Unseen Softness (12th Doctor X Wife!Reader) Request: ... 12 being totally soft for his timelord!wife!reader and she’s the only one who can get past his angry, non-affectionate exterior which is great for her as it means she gets all the hugs from him. And forehead kisses ...

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13th Doctor

Underated Illness (13th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Sickness Request: ... reader is sick? And she’s trying to hide it but then she ends up passing out (thankfully not in a dangerous situation) and 13 just rants at her about safety and fusses over her and makes sure she gets better?

Lost Hugs (13th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Request: ... reader keeps to herself a lot and 13 gets upset cos she thinks its because reader wants to leave her because she’s a woman now but actually y/n just doesn’t want to overstep her boundaries - 12 wasn’t a hugging person and she learned to just deal without the much wanted affection and 13 just hugs the hell out of her ...

Colour Of Love (13th Doctor X Reader) Request: … Reader joins the fam and starts crushing after 13th. reader want’s to at least let 13 know but they are just good playing woodwinds … and r not good at singing. but the TARDIS changes the tiles colors depending on feelings so 13 follows the path of reds, pinks & yellows and listend to the melody reader is practicing and /oh/

A Little Notebook (13th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Request: … 13 is low-key really into y/n but tries to ignore her feelings. Y/n is an artist and, unbeknownst to 13, has a whole bunch of sketches of 13 in her notebook. One day Yaz, who has been desperately trying to set the two up, strategically places the book in the console room. 13 finds the notebook, and y/n sees 13 looking at the sketches of her. …

Weekly Dates Interrupted (13th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Stress Request: … reader is going through uni, she’s like 24, & her + 13 are dating (if that’s alright), but she drops reader off for her classes, then comes to pick her up again at a set day the two agree on when she doesn’t have as much work or stress. One day, when 13 skips along to the decided date, she finds the reader is really struggling (severe anxiety, regular panic attacks, crying over her assignments, etc) and she encourages reader, with fluff?

Nearly Died (13th Doctor X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Near death experience Request: … 13 snaps at her girlfriend because she almost got into serious trouble with some alien. 13 is just concerned and worried about her getting hurt, but doesn’t realise that she doesn’t see it that way and thinks 13 is actually angry. So girlfriend goes off to her room and 13 finds her later and realises how upset she is and apologises and they just hug a while

Without A Doubt (13th Doctor X Reader) Request: … the doctor is worried that the reader won’t love her anymore because she’s a woman now. She distances herself and finally when they have a moment to breathe after the initial few episodes the reader’s just like ‘will you just talk to me’ w/ a fluffy little ending?

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Bill Potts

Under the Console (Bill Potts X Fem!Reader) Request: … They are both the Doctors companions (and Reader is female too if thats alright..) and Reader complains in front of the Doctor how beautiful she is, and she never would have a chance with her, not knowing that Bill is standing right behind her.

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Missy

Teasing (Missy X Fem!Reader) Warnings: Spoilers kind of? Request: … Reader is an introvert woman and the Doctors Companion. She has to have an eye on her while Missy is in the Vault and the others are gone for an adventure. What exactly happens would be up to you but i want Missy to kiss and tease her

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leo-gold-hotchner · 5 years ago

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The Sinner -1

Hi, I just decided to write a series. Any issues please let me know! I’m no expert in this field so many things may be wrong and different from real-life even if I googled it a lot. Also the plot was written many years ago when I was in high school so it may have plot holes... Back then it has original characters, but I decided to mix it with Criminal Minds

Criminal Minds BAU x Reader

I tried my best to write the reader gender neutral, but I’m not sure I’m succeeding it. The reader isn’t explicitly showed in part 1, and the reader’s partner is a male.

Warning: Explicit description of blood, death, mutilation etc.

Word Count: 2300-ish

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” – Oscar Wilde

The figure stood straight, watching people coming by. In the middle of night, where the moon watched them, the figure simulated the plan once again before starting everything.

1st Day

“Where were you last night?” JJ asked Prentiss directly.

In the midst of working, Reid and Morgan perked their ears to hear the conversation between the women. They all went to a pub to relax last night, even Hotch tagged along with them. But not Prentiss. She decided to ditch them for something, and JJ was determined to find out because Prentiss promised she’d be there with them on that afternoon.

“I just wanted to rest?” The brunette looked JJ rather apologetically. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t go with you guys last night, but I really was tired.” Prentiss sighed deeply as the blonde gave her a pointed look.

Before Prentiss could reply Hotch exited his office and told his team to meet at the conference room. The team leader watched the team bickering friendly and Garcia walked quickly with an iPad in her hands to the conference room. Then he knocked Rossi’s office and the men walked together to the conference room.

Two photos of a dead woman and man showed on the screen. Garcia tried her best not to look at the horrible photos. Both of their eyes were closed, but the dried black blood told their eyes were gouged out with something. Their clothes were torn, and middle torsos were terribly mutilated. ‘Luxuria’ was written on their middle torsos. Their both hands were nearly blackened as if burned for a long time.

“Two bodies were found in Philadelphia, the first victim, the body of Erica Smith was found on 5th November and James Olson was found on 13th November. They were both prostitutes and their bodies were found at the secluded areas. They were never reported missing, because they were known to be gone from the radar for a month or so.” Garcia informed the team as they read through the report. “The PPD thinks this is done by a serial killer.” The team looked at each other, agreeing this unique signature may be a start of a new serial murders in the city.

“The autopsy thinks Smith was killed around 31st October. But Olson’s body was found just after a day. So, 2 weeks of cooling off period.” Morgan tapped the screen of the iPad, sympathising how much the victims suffered before the UnSub finally ends their pain by killing them.

“The UnSub will kill again soon,” Rossi leaned against the table. He’s been doing this job his whole lifetime, but looking at those victims always left him with grim feeling.

“Let’s go,” Hotch nodded to the team.

They were heading to see the leading detective and the captain, while discussing about the murders.

“Luxuria has many meanings,” Reid started, “and ‘lust’ is one of the meanings. In Catholic, lust is listed on the Seven Deadly Sins and punished by fire and brimstone.” Reid explained nonchalantly, but his hand was rubbing the sobriety coin in his pocket unconsciously to ease anxiety.

“That’s why the UnSub mutilated the victims’ genitals and hands with fire?” Prentiss scowled. “Another use of religion for their pleasure,” she muttered.

Suddenly his time with Tobias Hankel flashed in his head and closed his eyes tightly, Reid stopped at the track.

“You alright?” Prentiss asked with genuine concern.

“Yeah, it’s alright.” Reid stuttered a bit, nodding to the older woman and the others who glanced back at him. Knowing he said ‘it’s alright’, not ‘I’m alright’. “It’s okay, really,” he said determinedly when he saw Morgan and JJ were about to say something.

As the team welcomed by a middle-aged man, several agents recognised the detective from a few years ago. The man aged, but he still had his sharp eyes of a professional detective.

“Detective Santangelo,” Hotch greeted the detective.

“Agent Hotchner,” he shook the agent’s firm hand. “Actually, it’s lieutenant now,” Santangelo gave the tall man a mild smile, though not sounding bragging about being promoted.

“Congratulations, Lieutenant.” Hotch nodded in acknowledgement. “You’ve met Agents Jareau, Morgan, and Reid. These are SSA Rossi and Prentiss.”

“No Agent Gideon?” Santangelo gave the BAU leader a surprised look.

“He wanted to take a break.” Hotch replied shortly, not elaborating further, and the lieutenant nodded.

“Captain was called out, so I’ll show the room.”

The BAU entered a spacious room where everything was prepared for the team. The files related to the case were already stacked on the table neatly, the city map was pinned on the board and the white board standing tall beside the board. The team started to unpack their bags to prepare investigation.

“Rossi and Prentiss, go to the first crime scene, Morgan and JJ, the second crime scene. Reid and I’ll go to M.E.” Hotch ordered his team.

Before the team could exit the room, several knocks came from the outside. JJ opened the door where a tall, lean man standing at the doorway.

“Hi, I’m Detective Leon Lee. I had to check on other case so I couldn’t welcome you guys,” the man smiled apologetically. “I’m leading the case for now.” He told the team and the team shook his hand.

“You only have one guy assigned to this case?” Morgan asked curiously as he thought at least a couple of detectives would investigate the case.

“Ah...” Lee’s face turned painful and the team knew what happened. They knew what the pain lingering in the detective’s eyes meant. Loss of a friend, teammate, and family. In this field the team and the partner are family.

“Sorry for your loss,” JJ told the detective, the others giving him a knowing look with empathy.

“No matter, he knew what he was doing was dangerous.” Lee sighed deeply, but soon smiled lightly. “If you need any help, just tell me. I heard you were great from the Lieutenant back then.”

“Thank you, I’m sure we’ll need your help soon,” Hotch nodded.

Rossi and Prentiss looked around the narrow alley, the alley was sure secluded.

“I think it’s lucky it only took less than a week to find the body.” Prentiss sighed as she observed the blocked end. “I don’t think many will ever come here.”

The small alley was in between two buildings, and no windows on the sides of both buildings. A large dumpster could barely fit in the narrow alley.

“The UnSub knows the area very well.” Rossi observed the buildings. “A homeless found the body in a dumpster. He found the body because he saw her arm.”

“He must have a good eye to spot the arm in the dark.” The female agent opened the dumpster with a gloved hand. The dumpster was new, the old one probably was taken to the forensic lab to examine.

“There’s nothing,” Rossi said, “we should talk to the homeless. But, do we know where he is?”

“We have his name, sure we can find him.” Prentiss rolled her eyes good heartedly towards her mentor and he chuckled.

JJ and Morgan arrived at the second crime scene where the yellow police line was still intact, but no one was guarding it.

“You think they forgot to remove it?” JJ asked her teammate.

“Maybe,” Morgan held the police line for JJ, “ladies first.” JJ laughed lightly as she shook her head.

The second crime scene happened at the surprisingly clean alley. No single graffiti was drawn on the sides of the walls.

“No light,” JJ looked around the alley, “it’s probably dark here at night.”

“Kids found the body near the end of the alley,” Morgan walked where only clean site welcomed him. “The report says there were not much of blood.”

“With that amount of torture, the UnSub may have a solitude life. Or has access to drugs and have knowledge of chemical to sedate the victims not to scream for help.” JJ frowned. “But why here? Unlike the first victim, the second victim was found the next day.” Morgan shrugged.

“We don’t know that for now. Let’s go see the kids who found the body.”

When Hotch and Reid entered the cold M.E. lab, the examiner was talking on the phone. He didn’t notice the agents just entered his lab.

“I don’t think Nick wants that,” the examiner sighed over the phone. Although he finally sensed the others’ presence, he held his hand to give him a minute and Hotch just nodded. “I have to go now, but just don’t do any hasty, okay? Everyone’s just worried about you.” The man shoved his phone in his pocket. “I’m sorry about that,” he said to the other two men while washing his hands before wearing plastic gloves. “I’m Tommy Bear, what can I do for you guys.”

“I’m SSA Hotchner, and this is Doctor Reid. We’re from the FBI to investigate the two murders with a word carved on their bodies.” Hotch and Reid showed their FBI credentials.

“Yes, that.” Dr. Bear opened the two morgues to reveal the victims. “You need to catch one hell of a guy, that’s for sure. I’ve worked here for sometimes, but never seen like this before.” He moved as Reid observed the bodies. “Their eyes were plucked out when they were still alive, just like when their genitals were burned. They were tortured horribly.”

“What was the cause of their deaths?” Hotch asked.

“Heart attack for the first victim, and blood loss for the second victim. Their cause of deaths is ultimately the same, however. They were tortured in a same manner, and I think their nails were pulled out first, then eyes, and burning their genitals.”

“The burns are only on their genitals and hands?” Reid asked.

“Yeah. Also, toxicology suggests they were drugged by chloroform before they died.”

“The UnSub may have used the chemical to knock out the victims. But chloroform doesn’t knock out a person easily, why would the UnSub used that?” Reid asked Hotch.

“Either the UnSub used that knowledge from media, or the UnSub wanted to be look like helping an intoxicated friend to avoid suspicion when abducting the victims. What about the word carved on their middle torso?”

“I think the word is carved with a kitchen knife where you can see every day. It was carved post-mortem.”

“Using daily equipment, dumping bodies to not give hints, preying easy targets. The UnSub is prepared for forensic countermeasure.”

When the team finally met again at the conference room in the PD, the Sun was already set, and the Moon was shining over the city.

“What do we know?” Hotch asked the team.

“The UnSub knows the area very well, no local would know the first crime scene even exists.” Prentiss said as she leaned back.

“The witness didn’t see anything when he found the body,” Rossi added. “He said he was searching through the garbage when he found the victim’s body under the piles of the bags.”

“Rossi and I also went to other girls to ask about the Erica, but they didn’t know her very well. We could only get Erica was highly payed by her clients, and I quote, ‘she’s an expensive call-girl.’”

“The second crime scene was also secluded, no light at night. But teenagers reported the body to the police, apparently some kids come to that alley to smoke. They thought no graffiti wouldn’t attract the authority but never thought a killer would dump a body there.”

“So, the UnSub was trying to hide the body, but after it was found the UnSub didn’t even try to hide the second murder?” JJ said.

“It’s possible the UnSub thinks it’s useless to hid the body after the first victim. But the UnSub may be was buying time between the first and second murders.” Hotch frowned.

“Buying time might be right,” Reid interjected. “The UnSub wrote a message on the bodies.” The young man turned to the white board, a marker in his hand.

“Luxuria.” Morgan said and Reid wrote the word on the white board.

“Yes, it usually means ‘lust’ in Latin. The UnSub knew sooner or later the bodies would’ve been discovered. The UnSub’s motive can be anything right now, but the UnSub is telling us something. We need to find out what ‘lust’ means to this UnSub.” Reid circled ‘lust’ in red. “Their genitals were burned when they were still alive,” the team turned grim, “but their hands were burned after they were dead. As I said this afternoon, in Catholic lust is punished by fire eternally. Maybe the UnSub wanted to punish them for ‘lust’ and burned their hands after their deaths so they could still be burned in Hell.”

“This may be done by a delusional person, thinking he is cleaning the world by punishing the sinners.” Morgan suggested.

“Possibly, we know for sure the UnSub is omnivore,” Prentiss shrugged. “A black woman and a white man, only connection between the victims are they were prostitutes.”

“Maybe Penelope has something,” JJ called the technical analyst via speaker phone. “You’re on speaker, Garcia.”

“I thought all of you forgot about me!” Garcia whined over the phone.

“Never, baby girl,” Morgan grinned. “Did you find anything that connects the victims?”

“Nothing, nada, nuh-uh,” Garcia sighed. “They don’t use e-mails at all for their work, and their phone records are only to their closed families. And their closed families didn’t know the victims were working as prostitutes.” Feeling bad for the families who received the death of their loved ones. They were still shocked and never stopped crying when Garcia called them.

“We need their clients’ details,” Hotch sighed. This reminded him the Megan Kane case, although Kane was posing as a prostitute to kill the clients. “Garcia, could you look for more tomorrow?” It was already late, Hotch looked at his watch. “Let’s wrap up for today. I’m sure everyone’s hungry too,” Hotch gathered the spread files. “Have some rest.”

“I have a bad feeling about this case,” Rossi muttered.

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