It’s sad that so far I’ve felt very disconnected from Doctor Who, especially with the new 13 series.
Idk what it is about it but I keep getting bored throughout the episodes and just confused with everything. I enjoyed 13’s earlier seasons (some episodes more than others) but now I just want to keep rewatching 10-12’s eras, because somehow this season just feels so out of place and sort of chaotic :((( (also i kinda hate the idea that the doctor is somehow very special instead of being just one of the timelords ya know)
Originally I made this account just for 13th doctor imagines when her series first aired bc i was so excited for whittaker but now I don’t even want to watch this show and it’s sad i want to get back my doctor who enthusiasm but idk howwww
the Doctor is sad after they had to leave Yaz’ grandma’s husband to die
Pairing: 13th Doctor x Fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, comfort
A/N: I have a break from school, I have a chai latte right in front of me I am ready
The walk back had been silent, Y/N didn’t even question anything at first. Why should she? Of course everyone would be devestaded after what happened. They let a man, an honest, good man, get killed. Y/N tried to seek comfort from the the thought of that they couldn’t interfere with the time and its consequences . But it still nagged her.
”I think I’m going to bed,” Yasmin quietly said as they were lounging in the small, cozy living room. Two mugs of now cold tea rested on the coffee table, sometimes the beverage would move as the Tardis just randomly sailed through the space without a certain destination.
“I’ll come by if you need anything,” Y/N shot her a tiny smile to which Yasmin nodded. Silently she walked past the small piles of books and Y/N was left alone with two cold cups of tea. She sighed and wondered if she should try and get some sleep. It was weird, on multiple occasions they’d witness an alien dying or a planet dissolve into nothing. Those never interfered with her rest.
Then again, this was a human. And part of Yaz’ family, if not through blood then through emotions.
Y/N decided to brew herself a new cup of tea nad went back to the small kitchen with the two cups. The other one she placed into the dishwasher (a surprisngly humane thing to be found from the spaceship) and left hers on the brown counter.
The kitchen was very different to hers back on earth. The brown counters and cupboards made it feel warm, the wine red walls were illuminated by multiple different light sources. There was a half broken chandelier over the small island, in the corner was a lamp post. Y/N’s personal favorite was the small table lamp which hood was made of glass and painted multiple different colors.
Y/N leaned to the counter and waited for the water to boil. She smiled slightly as she realized the kitchen was weird and odd as her life. Still all the different patterns and colors fir together perfectly.
“Hey,” Someone spoke from the doorway as Y/N put her favorite bag of tea into the boiled water.
“Hi,” She smiled softly to her timelord girlfriend and put the cardboard consisting the teas back into the cupboard. Y/N noticed the slight, familiar frown on her girlfriend’s face.
“Come here,” Y/N spread out her arms and let the Doctor fall into them. She gently squeezed her and rubbed her back in a soothing manner.
“Are you alright?”
“I should be asking you that,” Y/N chuckled quietly as they broke off. The random oil lamp flickered on by itself on the wall.
”I’ve been here for long enough to know you’re not alright,” She spoke softly and looked at her girlfriend. She could see many emotions sweep across her face.
”You’re making the face again.”
”What face,” The Doctor asked pretend innocently while taking a sip from her girlfriend’s tea. Y/N cocked her head to the side and rested her hand on the counter.
”You’re thinking about them, headdiving into the past,” Y/N sighed and rubbed the Doctor’s arms in a comforting manner. ”Please come back.”
”The man just… I could have saved him. I could have saved them all,” The Doctor said softly, afraid that her voice would crack if she’d speak any louder. Y/N continued to listen as she spilled all her thoughts to her.
”But at the same time I couldn’t… I-I don’t know… I really don’t know…”
Y/N pulled her into a hug once again and rested her chin on her shoulder.
”You did what you could in an awful situation,” she spoke, the smallest and tender smile on her face. ”Sometimes we have to choose the less of two evils and then move on. But it doesn’t make us bad people.”
The Doctor looked at the human, wondering for a thousandth time how could she find someone so awfully good. Y/N neber ceased to amaze her with her humanity and understanding.
”Do you read inspiring quotes on your free time… or does it all just come from the gop of your head,” the Doctor joked sadly as they pulled apart again. Y/N attempted at a laugh but it came out as a huff. She turned to take put another cup and but a tea bag inside it also before handing it to the Doctor.
”C’mon, let’s go the bed and watch stupid reality TV.” Hopefully it’ll distract us long wnough for some sleep…
”Alright.”
Y/N gave her the tea mug and walked behind the Doctor towards their bedroom. While passing Yas’ room they peaked in, incase she was needing anything. It brought a slight smile to their faces when they saw their friend peacefully sleeping under millions of blankets. Y/N smiled and grabbed her girlfriends hand as they continued walking.
13 meets reader, reader doesn’t remember anything. 13 puts her hands on either side of readers head. she eventually unlocks the memories, and discovers reader is amy’s second daughter.
Pairing:None
Warnings: I mean kinda spoilers but if you haven’t seen Smith’s Performance yet what are you doing?!
It was a very weird afternoon tea, the weirdest ever to be honest. First of all having some tea and all of the Tardis Fam sitting around one table together at the same time was a miracle. Ryan and Yasmin usually were the only ones as The Doctor was tinkering with the ship and Graham was doing… whatever it is that old people do.
And now they had a random girl, with fiery red hair telling them that she had no idea whatsoever what she was doing on the space ship, how she had gotten on it in the first place, and why she was there. Only a piece of paper in her hands, saying the word Y/N. Which presumably was her name.
Ryan and Graham stirred their teas, passive aggreisvely. One time, for one god forsaken time could they have a non-problematic day. Yasmin was quick to offer the woman a drink too which Y/N gladly accepted. The Doctor scanned her with the sonic, reading the calculations. A deep frown set on her face and she went up close to look at Y/N’s face.
”The somic says there’s a trace of continum energy in you-”
”Continum energy?” Ryan asked but went ignored.
”- no idea how that’s possible. That’s new,” The Doctor shrugged her shoulders.
”I mean it could work,” she thought outloud.
”What could?” Yasmin asked and sipped her tea.
”Maybe… hnng. Not sure though, it’s a really risky business,” The Doctor continued and only stopped to explain once Graham asked what she was talking about.
”I could try unlock her memories, haven’t done it in a while though. I’m not sure what will follow she warningly looked at Y/N, who was eager to remember. She placed her mug of tea on the counter and nodded her head, the red locks moving up and down.
”Please, anything that could help me is welcomed.”
”Alright,” The Doctor said warily and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt before placing her hands on either side of Y/N’s head. ”You tell us immeaditely if something is wrong,” she sternly said to which Y/N nodded.
They both closed their eyes as Yasmin, Graham and Ryan waited quietly. A slight light illuminated from underneath The Doctor’s hands as she probed through the memories of the girl.
Soon Y/N broke out of the connection, gasplng and holding her head like she had the most painful migraine ever. Yasmin steadied her and looked at The Doctor (who was quite distressed herself now too) worryingly.
”What? What is it?” She asked.
”Doc, everything alright,” Graham questioned suspiciously. The Doctor looked at the woman with sad eyes. Of course. It was auite obvious, if not from the energy then the red hair, the appeareamce mostly of legs. Even the way Y/N carried herself was the same.
”She’s-” The Doctor had to gulp down the lumpnkn her throat.
”I am,” Y/N spoke outloud, processing the missed memories herself. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the timelord.
”Amy’s daughter.”
”And my sister– wait no? Aunt-in-law?” the blonde sighed before taking the steaming mug of tea and downing it in one go.
“I carry them with me: what they would’ve thought and said and done and make them a part of who I am. So, even though they’re gone from the world, they’re never gone from me.”
