#ryan sinclair x reader

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Doctor Who Companions Masterlist

Rory Williams

Angst

Unrequited

Multi-Part

What a Catch

What a Catch Part 2

Platonic

A Good Person

Ryan Sinclair

Insecurities

Jethro Cane

New Adventures

Waiting

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Doctor Who Incorrect Quotes #1

(Y/n), quietly: I think I love you

13, distracted: hm?

(Y/n), panicking: I said that I’d sell you to a zoo

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Alien: What are your names?

(Y/n), whispering: Can we tell them our real names?

9: No.

(Y/n): My name is... Mickey.

Mickey: The one time they remember my name...

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Yaz: Hey (Y/n), Ryan

(Y/n), visibly nervous: Hey, what’s going on?

Yaz: Why, is there something wrong?

Ryan: Nope, everything’s cool right now

(Y/n):

(Y/n): Might be some problems later, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it

Graham, from the other room answering the phone: Hello? 

(Y/n) and Ryan, cringing:

Graham: They did what?!

(Y/n): Well, we best be getting to work

Yaz: We’re in a time machine-

(Y/n) and Ryan, sprinting out of the room: You said it! Take it easy

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Amy: Why are you upside down?

11, upside down: Why are you rightside up?

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Missy: And then (Y/n) said “why can’t I be pretty like you?” 

(Y/n): That’s nowhere near what happened

Missy: It’s how I remember it

(Y/n): Yeah, cuz you’re demented

Missy: Oh, so you think I’m pretty and demented?

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11: You are alone in the woods, you’re disrespecting the buddy system

(Y/n): Actually, you were the one that left me

11: I really don’t need any sass from you right now

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Donna, watching (Y/n) fall on their face trying to save her: Oh god my life is in the hands of an idiot

10: No, no, no, no! Two idiots

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(Y/n): And that’s when it hit me! The best idea I’ve ever had in my entire life

Martha: That was the worst idea you’ve ever had in your entire life

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(Y/n): I don’t know, I just get the vibe that you hate me or something

Dhawan!Master: What? Me, hating you?

Dhawan!Master, softly: You’re right

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Missy, ripping open the shower curtain: (Y/n), have you seen the- 

Missy: Stop screaming, it’s just me

Missy: Anyways, do you know where the vortex manipulator went?

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Foolproof

Pairing: Ryan Sinclair x Reader

anonymous said: 

I love the pick up line idea! I would love for Jack to participate in dealing lines, although I would normally doubt he'd propose bad ones. I would especially like for Jack to give Ryan lines to say to the reader, as I love their dynamic and we haven't had Ryan x Reader yet, I think? Maybe something like "I've consulted the Doctor's sonic/the Tardis' scanner and it says I am made out of boyfriend material." or "I must be in a museum because you're a work of art." or something else that's cheesy

This was meant to be one little drabble from the pick-up line pile. But you’re a genius, anon, and you’re right, I’ve never done a Ryan x Reader, so it’s like a full thing 💜 

Warning: Brief covid mention, just as a Watch Out for 2020 reference

“You know, when you said you’d be back when the Doctor needs you most,” Ryan said, as he hit the pause button on a comically outdated boombox. Britney Spears’ ‘Circus’ halted mid-chorus. “Wasn’t picturing this.”

Jack Harkness—Captain Jack Harkness—glanced up at him, lifting his sunglasses. Ryan had no idea how he could see with them on; for all the light pulsating off the rocky orange pillars, the console room was still a bit dim. Jack wiggled his sheet of aluminum foil that he was using as a reflector. With a charming grin, he replied, “My tan lines were life-threatening, if that helps. Want to pull up a chair?”

Ryan snorted. Hands in his pockets, he watched the Doctor’s old friend stretch out on the lounge chair he’d dragged in. It was a screaming shade of teal and spotted with flamingos in sunglasses. “Nah, I’m good.”

Jack shrugged and slid the glasses back up his nose. “Suit yourself. Thought we could have some quality bonding time.”

“Bonding?”

“Yep,” Jack popped the ‘p.’ “I’ve been here a week, Sinclair, and we haven’t had a single life-changing field trip or meaningful encounter together.”

Ryan half-grinned. “Honestly, I think you’re a bit annoying, mate.”

“See, that’s what I like about you,” Jack grinned genuinely, pleased as punch. “Always so honest.”

“And I might rather bond when you’re wearing a shirt.”

Jack flexed his pecks. “If you don’t like the view—and we can’t all have good taste—you could always turn my mixtape back on and give Daddy some private time.”

“Can’t,” Ryan replied, his nose crinkling at ‘Daddy’—the Doctor’s old pals were sometimes eccentric enough to make her seem normal. “I’m waiting on someone.”

Ryan ignored Jack’s eyebrows, which threatened to wiggle right off his forehead. “Hot date?”

Ryan shrugged. His foot began tapping against the TARDIS floor.

Jack straightened in his seat. “Oh, I see. Now this is exciting. Who is it?” At Ryan’s silence, he guessed, “Y/N, right?” Ryan’s jaw tightened, and Jack’s face broke out into a thousand-watt smile. “It is! So you do have good taste after all.”

Face warm, Ryan pulled out his phone. “I’m just going to text her I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“No, no, no, don’t be shy!” Jack folded up the aluminum foil. “This wouldn’t be the first interoffice romance onboard the TARDIS. She’s cute.”

Ryan couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching up. “Shut up.”

“You, uh, you made a move yet?” When Ryan held up his phone, threatening to text you again, Jack threw up a hand. “Wait, wait! You know what? I like you; I’ve always said that. You’ve got spunk. Originality. A killer dead-pan.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, his phone still awkwardly hovering near his chest. “Okay?”

“I’m going to help you,” Jack announced, benevolently.

Shaking his head, Ryan moved toward the hallway. “Yeah, thanks but no thanks, mate.”

Jack began the elaborate process of folding up his lounge chair. “Trust me!” he reassured Ryan over his shoulder. “I’m a pro at this. Fluent in all twenty-seven love languages. They invented an Olympic sport just for me. I’ve seen it all.”

Ryan paused. He thought of how many times he’d tried to shift your conversations into something deeper, the number of times he’d suddenly found himself tongue-tied and frustrated. The time Graham’s advice had been to cook you a nice meal, and he’d set the TARDIS oven ablaze. He’d managed to text you this morning that he wanted to talk, but he didn’t actually have a plan for when you got here. And Jack was still beaming at him, sunglasses now propped up on his old-school haircut.

Ryan exhaled. “You really been all over the universe?”

Somewhere in the words, Ryan had layered in an unspoken agreement to some guidance. Jack latched onto it with glee. “My methods are one-hundred-percent foolproof, from Earth to Raxacoricofallapatorius.” Ryan blinked rapidly at whatever the hell that sentence even was, but Jack was still going. “First tip: you’ve got to be decisive. And confident. Everybody loves confidence.”

Ryan smirked. “Seems like a generic tip for an expert.”

Jack threw his arm around the other man’s shoulder. “That’s just the tip of the adviceburg,” he bragged, winking at ‘Just the tip.’ He shook Ryan a little, until the younger man shrugged him off. “All right. Here’s the plan…”

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Ryan bounced on his heels, trying to hype himself up. “You sure you know what you’re talking about?”

“Listen, kid,” Ryan bristled at being called ‘kid,’ but Jack ignored him. “This line gets them every time, and we’ve tailored it to be context-specific. What more could you want?” The two of them straightened as you entered the console room. Jack pushed him forward. “Now go get her.”

Ryan straightened his shoulders as Jack darted behind a pillar. 

You eyed the boombox and lounge chair as you approached him. Your grin held about a dozen questions. “Hey,” you greeted him. You were holding an enormous book, for some reason. He tried not to get distracted by it. “You said you wanted to talk in person about something? What’s up?”

"So, I’ve uh…” Ryan cleared his throat. He tried to keep cool as your gaze lifted to him. You were stupidly pretty. He cleared his throat again. “I've consulted the TARDIS's scanner—”

You cocked your head. “Why? Is something wrong? Shouldn’t we get the Doctor?”

Ryan tried to wave aside your worry. “No, no. I, er, I just scanned myself.”

If anything, that seemed to increase your concern. Your forehead crinkled. “Are you feeling okay?”

He shook his head, “No. I mean, yeah, I feel fine.” You looked unconvinced. Unconvinced and stupidly pretty. “I feel good.”

“Then why did you—”

“I’ve consulted the TARDIS’s scanner, right?” Ryan repeated, loudly. As he spoke, his brows scrunched together, his face rapidly crumbling into a grimace. “And it says I’m made out of boyfriend material."

You both stood there. Ryan swallowed.

You burst out laughing. “That’s so cheesy, dude.”

Ryan chuckled nervously and wondered if he would just shrivel up, cringe himself out of existence. 

You bit your lip, still smiling. “Listen, Ryan, I uh, I have to get this book to the Doc, really quick, but... after that, do you want to meat up in the movie room? Hang out for a bit?” 

“I...” Ryan managed, trying to process what you were saying. “Yes,” he said, quickly. “Yeah, sounds cool. Yeah.”

Ryan felt his heart stutter in his chest as you stretched up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad your scan had such good results,” you teased before pulling away.

He watched you exit the console room, noting the new bounce in your step. Ryan lifted his hand to his cheek.

His face stretched into an enormous grin. He swung his other arm around in an erratic swoop. “Yes! Get in!”

Jack burst out from the pillar, whooping; his fists were up in the air like he was mid-victory lap. “Told you it would work!”

Ryan lowered his hand. “She laughed at me,” he pointed out. “That was cheesy as hell, mate. I thought you were supposed to be some intergalactic playboy.”

Jack paused. He bit his lip as if he’d just realized something. “Wait, what year are you from again?”

“2019. We’re both from 2019.”

“Oh,” he winced, drawing out the word. “Yeah, that’s my mistake, got a little mixed up. Could have sworn you were from the 2000s—back then, that line was gold. Trust me.”

Ryan huffed out a laugh. He couldn’t bring himself to be cross, not really. His cheek still tingled. “I’m starting to think it never was.”

“No, no, it definitely was.” Jack tapped his chin. “... 2019, you said? You should probably get a move on if you want a serious enough relationship to quarantine together.” He patted Ryan’s shoulder before heading toward the doors. “Don’t say I never gave you any good advice!”

“I—what?” Ryan frowned to himself. He began jogging after the self-professed captain. “No, wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

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Notes: I hope I got their dynamic right, hon! Sorry if it’s a bit messy, I really had no idea I was going to write this much. Thanks for the A+ prompt!!

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Part One, Requested by anon

Okay, you could do this. There wasn’t anything to it. Just need to...actually say it. And manage to tear him away from everyone long for you to to say it. Two steps. Two very big steps, but you could do it.

“Nope - nope, can’t do it!” you muttered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were psyching yourself up and there was absolutely no need for it, but that’s what nerves were for, right? Nerves and anxiety.

“Everything all right?” you jumped at the sound of Ryan’s voice from behind you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, brows furrowed in concern. Damn it, this was not helping you at the moment!

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine...I think,” you muttered the last bit, glancing down and tugging at the sleeves of your jacket.

“You sure? You know you can talk to me if you need to, right?” He could see right through you. You chewed the inside of your cheek, mulling the consequences over in your head but after a moment, you decided it was time to get it out into the universe.

“I like you,” you blurted out, eyes going wide as soon as you said it. You hadn’t meant to say it like that. “I mean, I like you - a lot - and definitely as more than a friend, and I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I was just talking with the Doctor and she said I should go for it and I kind of didn’t want to tell you but I just had to get it out in the open and -,”

“(Y/N),” he interrupted, and you snapped your mouth shut, glancing down, “I like you, too. Glad you said something before granddad tried to.”

“Wait, what?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Ryan liked you back?

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know if you liked me back or anything. Gramps said he was gonna do it for me if I didn’t do it first, so really glad you beat both of us to it.”

“Oh,” you said quietly, cheeks heating up the slightest as you realized he had been in the same predicament as you. “So...what now?”

“We could start with a date. Would probably be nice to just sit and talk with each other instead of running for our lives for once.” You laughed, nodding and giving him a smile.

“I’d love that.”

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