#thasmin fluff

(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.

I am not and will never be over that bed scene. Pure thasmin fluff here folks.

The Doctor and Yasmin landed on the bed inside the TARDIS with a soft thud.

Yaz closed her eyes, feeling her heartbeat against her ribcage at a rate she thought unimaginable. She counted her breaths, trying to slow her breathing down. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing the Doctor lying beside her. She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart rate instantly slowing at seeing her friend by her side. She gave her friend an incredulous look, a sly grin creeping in.

The Doctor glanced over at her and her soft smile in return seemed to lighten up the room.

She closed her eyes once again, only for a brief second. She wanted to drink in this feeling while it lasted. She snuck another look at the blonde beside her and felt her chest expand. The situation wasn’t lost on her. The Doctor and her lying in bed, out of breath and filled with a little too much adrenaline. Like something out of her dreams.

Although this is much better than any dream. She drank in the rare sight of having her friend this close. Her blond hair fanning over the pillow, the crinkle to her lips where she formed a smile. The earing glinting in her ear. Her eyelashes framing her beautiful hazel eyes. STOP

She discovered the room when she was looking for the swimming pool that Ryan and Graham apparently kept falling into.

It was in disuse, an ancient looking stationary bicycle in the corner actively accumulating dust. Yaz had never seen dust anywhere else in the TARDIS, and when the thought crossed her mind, the TARDIS seemed to hum with laughter.

She would have hesitated about using the room -- which, aside from the bike in the corner, with the echoes of someone called Mel hovering around it, was in pristine condition -- except that the Doctor had said that anything the TARDIS saw fit to show her was hers to explore, to use.

So far, she’d discovered wardrobes that made department stores cower in comparison, a library that made Belle’s in Beauty and the Beast look like a mere bookshelf, and a choice of bedrooms ranging from eighteenth century canopy beds to a stainless steel looking parody of Earth industrial aesthetic.

Now, discovering a fitness center near the heart of the TARDIS -- just when she’d been thinking that she’d like nothing more than to work off some stress (hence searching for the pool Ryan and Graham kept running into) -- felt like an open invitation from the TARDIS.

She opened one of the storage closets to find, to her relief, leggings, trainers, and a tank that fit her perfectly -- like the TARDIS knew that if she left the room to find the wardrobe or her bedroom for clothes, she would never find this place again.

An hour later, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her hands wrapped and expertly pounding away at the heavy bag.

The TARDIS chimed off three minute rounds with thirty second rests, and Yaz revelled in the exhaustion.

She didn’t notice that anyone was standing in the doorway, slack-jawed, until she finished a round with an spinning hook kick that sent her into something like a superhero landing.

“Yasmin Khan,” was the only thing the Doctor managed to eek out, and Yaz trembled even as she grabbed at her knees and panted.

The Doctor, who abhorred violence (except when it’s on her terms), who flinched whenever she seemed to remember that Yaz’s job involved carrying a taser, who made the more-than-occasional -- and, according to Yaz, completely accurate (which is exactly why she joined the force to begin with, to change things) -- side comment about the whole policing institution of Earth being unevolved… watching her punch and kick with ruthless efficiency, her training combined with the years of mixed martial arts after growing up getting beaten up for her name, her skin tone, her everything.

The Doctor, standing in the doorway, watching the way Yaz copes -- the coping mechanism she keeps quiet, underneath her kindness to children and sharp wit and even sharper empathy with her friends…

Surely, the Doctor couldn’t possibly like what she saw.

Surely, the Doctor couldn’t respect her anymore, like her anymore, have… whatever feelings Yaz thought she might have, sometimes, when she thought Yaz wasn’t watching the trajectory of her eyes to Yaz’s lips…

Surely, the Doctor would hate recognizing a version of her own demons in the soul of one of her companions, her fam, who were supposed to keep her in check, keep her light, keep her from committing genocide in the name of peace.

Her sweat had been making her warm just moments before, but under the Doctor’s gaze, she shivered.

“Doctor,” she panted, tentatively, nervously. Hoping that her voice didn’t sound different, when she was fresh off of tearing into a heavy bag like it was that white guy who’d threatened her sister last year, like it was her superior officers who kept her on traffic patrol because they didn’t think she deserved or was capable of more, like it was the resigned disappointment in her mother’s voice when she’d told her she was bi all those years ago.

“You found the rec center,” the Doctor said, still standing in the doorway like she was unsure if she was welcome to come in.

Like a puppy hoping to be invited, but prepared to be rejected.

Yaz’s heart shuddered.

“I was looking for that pool Ryan and Graham keep running into.”

“Literally.”

They shared a chuckle that ended with the Doctor’s eyes sweeping up and down Yaz’s body, subtle, quick.

Yaz was suddenly very aware of the way she’d sweated through her tank top, the way the definition in her arms popped; the curves made clear by the fit of these leggings.

“You know,” the Doctor ventured, seemingly emboldened by their shared laughter, “that bike’s mine. Well, used to be. I was a bit of an older man, once -- well, a lot of times, really -- and one of my friends, Mel, her name was, she would give me this disgusting juice to drink, make me ride that bike. Was very into her juices and bike rides, Mel was.”

A familiar look of nostalgia crossed the Doctor’s face as she meandered over toward the old bike in the corner, and Yaz watched her lazily as she caught her breath, her heart starting to calm in more than one way.

Maybe the Doctor didn’t hate her for the barely controlled rage she’d seen. Maybe she wouldn’t be disgusted by the expert way she’d learned to channel that rage into the potential for easy violence.

“Is it alright? That I’m using this room? I don’t want to intrude on old memories or -- “

“No, no, I’m glad it’s being put to good use. Running, that’s what this fam is always doing. Love the running. Or, the kickboxing, maybe.”

Another subtle eye sweep.

Yaz’s knees weakened, and it had nothing to do with her workout.

“I thought you might not approve,” she ventured, her voice soft and scared.

The Doctor cocked her head and scrunched up her nose, suddenly laser-focusing her attention on Yaz, and only Yaz.

A lesser woman would have cowered.

Yaz just gulped and fought to keep the Doctor’s gaze.

“You don’t need my approval for anything, Yasmin Khan. Except perhaps the food on alien planets, because you really never know with some of those smoothies. Not the kinds of smoothies you’d expect on Earth, let me tell you.”

“Doctor, you’re drifting.”

They both smiled.

“Point is, you don’t need my approval. Not for this, not for anything. But even if you did… you have it. Just because I don’t keep fit doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“Oh, you keep fit enough,” Yaz said before she had the chance to think about it.

The Doctor gulped, this time. Not quite as hard as she did when Yaz told her she wasn’t going to leave her side, but hard enough.

“Do I? You think so?” The Doctor flared out her arms, her coat flapping slightly like a cape, and Yaz couldn’t help but laugh.

“Definitely, Doctor. But really, though. It’s not… I’m not… it’s violent, really, isn’t it? Rule one is no weapons, but here you are, saying it’s okay that my body’s crafted like a weapon itself -- “

“All our bodies are weapons, Yaz. Our minds, our thoughts. All of it can be weaponized. But you… you use it to save the world, Yasmin Khan. On and off the TARDIS.”

“Yeah?”

A beat of silence and eye contact and weak knees from both women.

“Yes.”

Yaz smiled, suddenly, and grabbed at a towel the TARDIS had stashed for her.

“Come on, then,” she wiped her face then tossed it over her shoulders. She thought she saw the Doctor gulp again, but it might just be her ego.

It was probably definitely her ego.

Right?

“Let’s go find the boys and see if we can weaponize our minds to destroy them at Clue.”

“The professor in the library with the wrench!” The Doctor proclaimed quite seriously. “It’s happened to me before.”

Yaz laughed and tossed a casual arm over the Doctor’s shoulders.

“Tell me the story?” she asked as they set off through the TARDIS together, the old girl humming in excited approval.

“Well. I’ve told you about Donna. My friend, Donna Noble. But I haven’t told you about Agatha Christie yet, have I?”

“Seriously?”

“And a giant wasp.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me everything.”

Yasmin sat cross legged on the floor of the tardis. Her hands rested in her lap.

The Doctor sat behind her, belly pressed to Yaz’s back and legs folding around her friends.

The Doctor softly let her fingers trail through her friends hair, smiling as her companion grinned up at her.

“Been awhile since I’ve braided hair.” The Doctor admitted with a gentle smile, fingers still tangled in Yaz’s long locks.

“Mm.” Yaz replied softly, leaning back against her friend as the time lord’s free hand and her own intertwined. “Well I like braids.” She responded lazily. “So you better find the time to learn.”

The Doctor let her slender fingers ghost along the nape of Yasmin’s neck. “I’ll practice for days if this is what it would be like.” She murmured, squeezing the humans hand.

Yasmin laughed softly, turning her head to study the time lord.

“What?” The Doctor quipped with a grin. “Sure doesn’t seem like you have any objections so far.” She tenderly grazed her lips along the back of Yaz’s neck, causing her to inhale softly.

“Stop.” Yasmin yelped as she pawed the Doctor away.

The alien stilled immediately, panic rising in her chest.

“Stop that or we’ll just be making out for the next hour.” Yasmin chastised, quickly turning and giving her partner a brief kiss on the lips.

The Doctor pulled her closer and chuckled.

Yasmin lay her head on her friends chest as the time lord wrapped her in an embrace. She could have stayed there like that for hours, years even. Wrapped tight in a familiar embrace as she drank in the presence of her friend. Yaz closed her eyes for a brief second. “Braids.” She reminded softly, once again turning her back to her friend.

The Doctor ran her fingers through her friends hair again slowly.

“Braids.” Yaz chimed in again with a small laugh.

The Doctor sighed in annoyance. “I dunno, I quite like this right now.”

“Yeah...I do to.”

“Doctor?”

The Doctor lifted her head at the familiar voice.

“Do you think we could decorate the Tardis for Christmas?”

Her trademark scrunch appeared on the Time Lord’s face. “Well, I really don’t think there’s much sense in that”- She stopped talking suddenly as she spotted the hopeful look on her companion’s face. “Oh, fine, I’m sure it couldn’t hurt. I must have some decorations, or something, stored away.”

Yaz beamed. “Thank you Doctor. I’ll go find Ryan and Graham!”

 Soon the four friends stood in the console room, struggling to put together a fake Christmas tree.

“Doctor,” Yaz sighed in exasperation as the branches got tangled in the reindeer antlers she wore on her head.

“These things aren’t exactly practical.” The Doctor argued as she attempted to free her head from the branches.

“No, but they are quite festive.” Yaz said, shaking her head to make her own antlers jingle.

“How are you two getting along with those lights?” The Doctor called to Ryan and Graham, each with equally festive Santa hats atop their heads.

“Just peachy Doc. I mean, these are an utter mess.” Graham held up the tangled lights.

The Doctor smiled apologetically. “Yeah, sorry about that Graham. Wasn’t always the best for tidiness.”

After the tree had finally been assembled and Yaz nodded her approval, she began stringing tinsel around the center console.

“Bit overboard, don’t you think Yaz?”

“No such thing! Come on, get in the Christmas spirit Doctor.”

“Never really been much for Christmas. I did meet Santa once though.”-

Yaz swatted her companion’s antlers playfully. “Come on Doctor, you are going to enjoy this Christmas whether you want to or not.”

The Doctor shrugged as she began helping her friend with the tinsel. “Suppose you’ll be going back home for Christmas.”

“Of course.” Yaz turned around, the tinsel forgotten. “Wait, do you have anyone to spend Christmas with Doctor?”

The Doctor scuffed her boot along the floor of the Tardis. “Nah, but I’ll be fine.”

“No way! You can come to my house, I know my family won’t mind.”

“Yaz, don’t be silly”-

“No one should be alone on Christmas.”

Hey Doc, we finally got these lights untangled. Mind giving us a hand?” Graham called.

 Soon the lights and ornaments were on the tree and the crew admired their hard work.

Yaz handed the tree topper to the alien. “You do the honors.”

The Doctor placed the star atop the tree and the whole room seemed to glow.

“Looks quite nice, don’t ya think?” Yaz looked over at the Doctor.”

“Wonderful Yaz.” She smiled back. “You two too,” She nodded to the boys. “Looks proper festive.”

 “Careful Yaz!” The Doctor spied her friend wobblingly on a ladder and steadied it quickly.

“Oh…Doctor.” Yaz’s eyes widened and flickered upwards.

The Doctor followed her gaze, spying a plant hung above them.

“Ah…thank you Doctor.” She stammered, praying Ryan and Graham wouldn’t see the current situation.

“What’s that?” The Doctor asked curiously, pointing at the plant above them. “Looks awfully familiar.”

Yaz spotted movement in her peripheral vision and turned in time to see Ryan smack Graham on the arm multiple times in surprise before they ducked out of view. Two heads peered around the corner and Yaz glared.

“Yaz?” The Doctor tried to see what her friend was staring at but Yaz turned back to her quickly.

“Ah…mistletoe.” She admitted.  

“Oh, well, it looks nice.” The Doctor turned to go but stopped and turned back to Yasmin. “Isn’t there a funny human custom with mistletoe?”

“You kiss!” Ryan provided in excitement, causing both women to turn and glare.

“Yeah, I think this is when we leave and give them some privacy Ryan.” Graham supplied, taking him by the arm.

“5 pounds says Yaz makes the first move.”

“Ryan!”

Then they were gone.

The Doctor watched the human with wide eyes.

Yaz blushed, looking at her feet. “I’m sorry Doctor, it really isn’t that big of a deal. You don’t have to”-

“Well, can’t be breaking your human traditions, now can we?” The Doctor smiled. “Besides, I’d never hear the end of it from those two.”

“We’ll never hear the end of it from them either way.” Yaz laughed as the Doctor smiled softly.

“Now let’s get you down from that ladder first Yaz.”

Yaz smiled bashfully, to be truthful she had forgotten all about the ladder. The Doctor’s hands were around her waist in an instant, causing Yaz’s heart to race. She instinctively wrapped her arms around the other woman’s neck. She got an intense whiff of her friend and smiled. Sunshine and adventure, that was what the Doctor smelled like, and it was absolutely amazing.

It was over all too soon, Yaz’s feet now planted firmly on the ground. Yaz opened her eyes, not realising she had closed them and found the alien studying her.

“Well,” The Doctor started, nervously shoving her hands into her pockets.

Yaz’s hands were sweaty and she wiped them on her pants before taking a step forward.

“I’m quite nervous.” The Doctor admitted as Yaz drew closer. She stopped when her face was inches within of the alien’s.

“No need.” Yaz said softly, prying a hand out of her pocket and taking it in her own.

The Doctor smiled, almost surprised by the contact and inched her face towards the youngers.

Crack.

Their noses clashed together, causing both to reel back.

“Ouch.” Yaz blinked over at the other woman.

“So sorry Yaz!”-

Yaz only laughed, pulling the Time Lord close once again. She stood on her tiptoes then, tenderly meeting the alien’s lips with her own, careful to avoid another nose bump.

It was soft, chaste, barely a brush really.

A smile tugged at the corner of the Doctor’s lips. “Oh, come on Yaz, that wasn’t much of a kiss.” She teased boldly, a blush forming on her cheeks.

Yaz blushed herself. “Shall we fix that then?”

“Brilliant idea as usual Yaz.”

The Doctor’s lips met the humans in a gentle way, hands resting on her shoulders.

There were no fireworks, no sudden jolt of electricity or ground-breaking revelation. Instead there was a gentle warmth spreading over both of them, quiet, content. Just enough to know that it was right.

“Merry Christmas Yaz.” The Doctor murmured, pulling away long enough to study her companion.

Yaz goes on a date and the Doctor get’s jealous. Hijinks ensue

“What do you mean you’ve got a date?” The Doctor leaned against the center console of the Tardis, studying her friend.

Yaz sighed in exasperation. “I’ve got a date, with a boy back home. Can’t I have a normal life?”

The Doctor shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide her hurt. “Don’t know why you want to go on a date at a boring restaurant.” She slowly lifted her eyes, careful to be not too hopeful. “When I could take you anywhere in the universe.”

Yaz turned her back to the Doctor, her heart aching. So I can get over you. So I can feel normal for once. I can’t be in love with an alien. “Just...drop me off, would you Doctor.” Yaz was embarrassed of the tremor in her voice. “I won’t be more than a couple of hours. Then we can go on another adventure, promise.” She couldn’t meet the Doctor’s eyes, hating seeing her friend looking so hurt.

The Doctor didn’t respond but strode around the Tardis, pushing buttons and pulling levers without any of her usual energy or excitement.

 “Where’s Yaz?” Ryan inquired, finding only the Doctor inhabiting the control room.

“Oh, she’s a bit too busy for us today Ryan.” The Doctor stated nonchalantly.

“Too busy? No way! She’s alright, isn’t she?”

“She’s fine, Ryan.” The Doctor interrupted, hoping to drop the subject. “So where to today fam?” Saying it didn’t feel right without Yaz present.

“No, wait, why is Yaz too busy? This is the chance of a lifetime right here! You don’t miss out on the Tardis”-

“She’s on a date.” The Doctor stated bluntly, trying and failing to keep the venom out of her voice.

“A date?” Ryan questioned as Graham snickered.

“Yaz has got a date?”