#soft thasmin

(A soft Thasmin one-shot)

So I felt bad about all the angst in the last one and I also wanted to write something super soft and fluffy. So here we have my head cannon and the Doctor and Yaz’s midnight snack adventures. We have tea, we have jammy dodgers and we have fluff. Let me know what you think!

It was her thoughts that kept her up that night.

Thinking about the most recent adventures she had been on with team Tardis, how the Doctor had saved her yet again from an alien who was able to make earth quakes simply by touching the planets dirt, and how much she really, really loved the Doctors enthusiasm for life. Yaz could honestly swear that she glowed with it sometimes. It was like watching the earth from a-far at nighttime. A million twinkling lights all rolled up into one extremely hyperactive time lord that Yaz had to admit, was also entirely adorable.

She made her feel things she probably shouldn’t feel simply by looking her way, and whenever she did, Yaz found that she couldn’t quiet control herself. The butterflies that buzzed around in her stomach, her heart beating a million times faster than was generally considered normal for a human, and the horribly awkward avoidances of meeting the Doctors gaze whenever she looked at her with that amazingly bright smile.

They where all tell-tale signs of Yaz’s extremely large crush on the time-lord. Signs that she hoped the Doctor hadn’t been able to pick up on yet.

When Yaz found that despite her tossing and turning, she still couldn’t seam to get any sleep at all, she decided to get up to find something to do.

As she walked down the well-lit halls of the Tardis in her fluffy winter pj’s, she smiled at the sense of safety the familiar environment gave her. The shades of blue and orange and the faint sound of the spaceship brimming with life all felt like home to Yaz now. Even more so than her parent place back in Sheffield.

Yaz yawned and rubbed at her eyes as she found herself arriving at the console room of the Tardis. Thinking that her feet must have taken her their without her own cognition of it, she was about to turn back and head to the kitchen instead, when a voice made her jump and turn around.

“Yaz! Your up late. Everything ok?”

The Doctor, sitting in her usual swing-seat under the Tardis floor, pulled her tinkering googles away from her eyes and looked at Yaz with concern. Yaz froze for a moment, the thought of the Doctor being concerned for her causing those feelings to stir within her once again.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She managed to say as she walked closer to the time lord and watched as she put her tools away and climbed out of the space.

“Nightmare? I hope it wasn’t. their never fun at all. She began to ramble, scrunching her face up in a way that Yaz couldn’t help but to think was cute.

“Oh no I’m fine. Just a bit of insomnia.” She replied.

The Doctor hummed.

“Well, I have just the thing than!” She announced with a finger in the air.

Yaz raised a brow in question. “Oh?” She asked, and the Doctor grinned.

“What do you say, fancy a jammy dodger and some tea?”

Yaz couldn’t help but to laugh at that, wondering how the Doctor could possibly think that a sugar rush would help her get to sleep, but she agreed anyway, not wanting to disappoint the excited alien.

“Sure, sounds great.” She said.

The Doctor grinned excitedly as she gently took a hold of Yaz’s hand and lead them in a half-walk-half-run through the Tardis halls until they found the kitchen.

Yaz tried to hide how much it had affected her, holding the Doctors hand, as she pulled herself up into a sitting position on the kitchen bench.

“How many sugars Yaz?” The Doctor asked as she got to preparing their tea.

“Umm just one please.” She replied, causing the Doctor to grimace.

“One? Are you sure that’s enough? I have plenty to go around!” The Doctor pointed out.

Yaz laughed as she watched the Doctor dump spoonful upon spoonful of the sticky substance into her own cup.

“I’m ok thanks.” She replied, unable to hide her smile when the Doctor was being so cute.

“What’s with the grin?” She asked her as she handed Yaz her cup.

Yaz blinked at her as she tried to think of an excuse. But in the end she had to settle with something close to the truth because she knew that the Doctor would be able to tell if she was lying, and she didn’t want to hurt her.

“Just you. you’re… kind of like a kid on Christmas with the little things in life. It’s one of my favourite things about you though.” She replied, wondering if the pink that tinted the Doctors pale cheeks might have possibly been caused by her words. But the thought was quickly dismissed.

After all, Yaz was only a human, and the Doctor? She was a time lord. There wasn’t a chance in the world that she’d like Yaz.

“Gotta embrace your inner child I always say. Good for the spirit.” The Doctor said as she seamed to avoid Yaz’s gaze, seemingly embarrassed by what she had said. But when she offered her over the jar filled with jam-centred biscuits, and Yaz accepted one, she looked back up at her companion expectantly.

“What?” Yaz asked, her mouth still half full of the biscuit.

The Doctor smiled and shrugged.

“Just wanted to see if you liked them.” Yaz couldn’t help it than, she laughed as she reached her hand out and ruffled the doctors hair.

“Their great Doc, thanks.” She replied, earning a happy grin from the time lord as she pulled herself up to sit next to her companion on the bench.

“We don’t do this enough you know.” The Doctor suddenly broke the silence.

Yaz turned to her with a question in her eyes. “Do what?” She asked, suddenly feeling transfixed to the spot.

“Midnight snacks.” The Doctor empathised, causing Yaz to smile at her as she looked down bashfully, and back up into the Doctors deep pools of brown.

“Than I guess we should make a point to do it more.” She replied, as they both instinctively moved closer to each other, only for the trance to have been broken by Another one of Yaz’s yawns.

The Doctor chuckled.

“Still think you won’t get to sleep?” She asked as she scratched the back of her head and avoided Yaz’s gaze.

Yaz felt warmth run up to her cheeks as she tried not to let her thoughts run rabid about what that moment between them just now was.

“Hmm probably not.” She said in-between another yawn and stretch.

“I have an idea!” The Doctor suddenly exclaimed.

And Yaz looked at her in question.

“I could tell you a story. Those always help me to get to sleep.”

Yaz tried not to think about how nice it would be to lie on the Doctors chest as she fell asleep to the sound of her voice- she gave a nervous smile and shrugged.

The Doctor took that as a sign to continue.

“I’ve got just the one.” She said, and as Yaz sipped on the rest of her tea, she watched entranced as she Doctor began to recite and wildly act out the tale.

It was about spaceships and stars, and planets full of wonderful things. The Doctor lit up with that glow of hers again as she told it, a glow that seamed to fill the whole room with its light.

It wasn’t long before Yaz had begun to feel more tired than she had before, and not even realising it, she had at some point leant her head on the Doctors shoulder.

When the Doctor had realised that her companion was starting to doze off, she took hold of her empty cup and put it on the bench as quietly as she could.