#thirteen x reader

[byakuyacoochie]

Thirteenth Reason - Thirteen x Reader

Summary: Thirteen overhears you and Solomon discuss your Thirteenth reasons and gets curious.

A/N: Thirteen my beloved I actually can't believe she was added like 5 years ago she feels so much newer in my heart, one day I will finish nightbringer and maybe write more obey me, this is probably so out of character my account is temporarily lost and no one talks about her enough for me to know how ooc this is.

2026 Pride Event Masterlist.

[tethered-in-time]

What the Light Reveals

✨ New Fic Drop! ✨

A quiet morning, a heavy heart, and a planet of soft bioluminescent night meant to help you breathe again.

But sometimes the gentle things aren’t gentle at all… especially the ones we carry inside ourselves.

You woke heavier than usual, not unfamiliar, just unwelcome. The Doctor notices, even when you think you’ve hidden it well. A peaceful world, a moment of calm… and a creature that reflects the pain you never say aloud.

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Please feel free to reblog if you enjoy.

[eclipsescribbles]

thigh riding thirteen but she keeps her fishnets on. everytime you rut forward they catch your clit and you whine body trying to jerk away but thirteen keeps moving you forward and back coating the fabric and her tattoo until they glisten with you, fingers digging into your hips with a mean little smirk on her face

[winstonbluegirl]

could you please write a fic (i dont care if its short or not) with fem!reader x mason freeland, not exactly romantic but they were like childhood best friends but there's some kind of chemistry there? Its totally fine if you cant though !

yess i cannn!!!! i was craving for someone to request something for him bc i had no ideas but wanted to write 4 him!! thxx and sorry for replying late :(

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱

mason freeland x fem!reader (kinda platonic)

warnings: none! just short, sorry <3

you and mason have been inseparable since you could remember. growing up in the same neighborhood, your days were filled with shared secrets, inside jokes, and the kind of unspoken understanding that only childhood friends possess.

but now, at fourteen, things are different. there’s a subtle shift in the air between you two, a tension that’s hard to ignore. it’s in the way his eyes linger on you a second longer than necessary, the way his smile seems to carry a deeper meaning. and when your fingers accidentally brush against his, there’s a spark that neither of you can explain.

you try to dismiss it, convincing yourself that it’s just a phase, that it’s normal to feel this way as you both navigate the complexities of adolescence. but deep down, you know it’s more than that. there’s something unspoken between you, something that neither of you dares to acknowledge.

mason seems to feel it too. he’s quieter around you now, his usual teasing replaced with a more thoughtful demeanor. he watches you closely, as if trying to decipher the same feelings you’re grappling with. 

the other kids notice it too. they whisper when you’re together, casting knowing glances your way. it’s as if everyone can sense the unspoken chemistry between you, even if neither of you is ready to admit it.()

one afternoon, as you sit side by side on the swings at the park, mason speaks up. “hey,” he starts, his voice unusually soft. “do you ever wonder if things are changing?”

you glance at him, your heart skipping a beat. “what do you mean?”

“i don’t know,” he says, kicking the dirt beneath his feet. “it’s just… lately, it feels different between us.”

you nod, unable to find the words to express what you’ve been feeling. instead, you offer a small smile, hoping he understands. “yeah,” you say quietly. “it does.”

and for a moment, you both sit in comfortable silence, the weight of your unspoken feelings hanging in the air between you. neither of you says anything more, but the understanding is there. things are changing, and neither of you knows what that means for your friendship.

but for now, you’re content to let things be. because even if you don’t have all the answers, you know that whatever happens, mason will always be your best friend. and maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.

[tethered-in-time]

Where We Land

✨ New Fic Drop! ✨ Tension, restraint, and the Doctor being an absolute disaster with her current predicament and feelings.

You were supposed to sleep in your room. She was supposed to sleep in hers. The TARDIS had other plans.

Post-adventure exhaustion, a warm bed, and one accidental touch later… emotions become more clear.

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[lunarscribbles]

Bouquet? Okay!

summary: thirteen x gn!reader. thirteen knows her human courting rituals, okay? just don't ask her about how to give someone flowers. 959 words. ao3 here

a/n: i really need to kiss her rn. this is stupidly self-indulgent and the idea came to me long before game 3's announcement lol. also was totally winging the grammar, tenses and povs. i gave up xoxo.

The first time you gave Thirteen a bouquet, she didn't know what to do with it.

Well, she did in theory. She knows she should have taken them from your outstretched arms with more enthusiasm than she had done. She knows she should have taken them home, unwrapped them, trimmed the stems and arranged them meticulously in a vase. Given them plant food and admired them for a week at least. Maybe even secretly pressed a bloom or two between the pages of her diary.

Instead she'd gingerly taken them from you with a bit of grimace, fingers clutching the brown paper and knuckles nearly white. She'd noted the way your bashful smile flickered but couldn't find a way to vocalise her hesitation, the reason. She liked you, surely that was evident, but you were human. She had taken the flowers home but left them wrapped on the kitchen counter until three days later they'd started to wilt and she'd panicked; shoving them in a vase too full of water and too late to preserve them.

They were flowers you'd brought back from the human world but she didn't recognise them- nothing like the chrysanthemums, lilies, carnations or marigolds she usually saw on her travels. These matched her hair- tall stalks with violet bells and tightly spiraled pinks. The greenery matched her eyes. It made her flush, the thought that you'd made a conscious decision to pick a bouquet that resembled her, and a laugh shuddered out of her. It sounded insincere at the time, and she cringes now, but she was flustered and nervous in the way only you can render her.

It took a few of these awkward courting moments before you caught on and she confessed that she was scared, absolutely terrifed that her touch would cause the flowers to rot and wilt the moment you passed them to her. Rationally Thirteen knew there was no reason to be afraid; she had sat with you, faces turned towards the sun and weight supported with her palms flat to the grass, and no scorched earth had remained beneath her palms. She pressed dried leaves into pages which didn't disintergrate, ran her fingers reverently over funeral wreaths as she offered safe passage to chosen afterlives. She'd even picked herbs for Solomon's many potions without incident, so why was she so scared?

She knows the answer now though -a projection of her insecurity. Your relationship was young at the tim, the first flush of romance in a spring, tenatively unfurling like magnolia petals ready to be torn off in a harsh breeze. She never told you that though, you'd accepted her confession of anxiety and drew your own conclusions.

The winter months saw you bring her carefully arranged boquets of crocheted flowers. The first time you presented her with one on the doorstep before leaving for a date night, brought her to tears. It was a little rough around the edges with poorly connected sections and dropped stitches everywhere, but you'd looked so proud. The gesture was so full of adoration that she'd had to retouch her makeup and even then her remained red-rimmed for the rest of the evening.

After though, you persisted with this human ritual only the flowers were never freshly cut anymore, though always in that same green-pink-purple-blue palette. You started bringing her little potted arrangements through the Devildom's summer months -a hanging basket of pansies one week or a a posy calla lily the next. Somehow, even years later Thirteen has managed to keep these alive and thriving, despite the pansies being annuals. She's not sure how she managed it and neither are you.

Now though the memory makes Thirteen laugh as she trimphantly holds up the bride's recently tossed bouquet, breathless and beaming under the delicately strobing pink lights of the reception. She'd lunged for it and jumped without hesitation, thoughts of it rotting and droopping and decaying in her hands long gone. No real thoughts given to that option at all, really, instead replaced by a determination to nurture, to ensure it blooms again and again and again.

The arrangement this time is in hues that compliment your outfit she realises, rushing across the dance floor towards you, grinning and ready to sweep you up into her arms. She narrowly avoids knocking over the little flower girl in her haste

You watch her leap from the sidelines, her stormcloud grey dress billowing behind her and wince as she lands bent-kneed in her platforms like it was nothing. You can'thelp but match her expression, eyes crinkling with delight as she barrels into you with breathless laughter, her hands slung over your shoulders and the hard earned favour loose in her grip as she pushes her forehead against yours, expression softening as she leans in for a chaste kiss.

There's a swell of cheering and tipsy laughter from your audience before attention turns back to the new spouses who are now encouraging everyone onto the dance floor. Thirteen pays them no mind, instead pressing another tender kiss onto you and another and another, each warm and flushed like a summer breeze. Her lipstick smears like a painted waterlily, softening the dark mulberry stain. She pulls back then; giddy and thrusts the bridal bouquet into your arms. The blooms seem to brighten in your grasp.

Thirteen might not have known what to do the first time you gave her flowers, but now the roles are reversed and all of that hesitation and premature ache is gone. She's over the fear that your relationship will wilt. So yeah, she might not have known what to do the first time you'd given her a floral arrangement, but she definitely knows how to return the gesture in style.

[tethered-in-time]

The Bonding Game 🔐

✨ New Fic Drop ✨ 🚨 Psychic cuffs, telepathic chaos, and a flustered reader trying not to combust.

It started with a nice trip to an alien carnival, but with one suspiciously charming vendor later, chaos ensues. The Doctor says it’s probably safe. Naturally, it’s absolutely not.

Cue one magical handcuff, zero warning, and a Time Lord who can now hear every single thought you never meant to say out loud.

🛸 Thirteenth Doctor x Female Reader 🥵 Rated E for everything you’ve been thinking 💛 Dom!Doctor, forced proximity, smut with feelings, emotional tension, and way too much blushing

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[chillippeppers]

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑺

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄:

you're hiding something from the team

you're blind

you also have chronic pain

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

you're his sick girlfriend

you're the new recruit, and he is crushing on you

you're blind

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋 | 001

he wants to escape with you

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you're her girlfriend and plan to surprise visit her

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

you slowly open up to Bucky after the Avengers save you from HYDRA

you and your brother and sister Wanda and Pietro, are soon getting saved by the Avengers

you call him, until you see he is right in front of you, or is he?

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐑

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

you have naughty thoughts while watching him use his shadows to manipulate objects

you like older men + he is in a cell

playful banter

arranged marriage and "Who did this" trope

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐊800

alone with him at your place

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄

you're an actress and bring your crush with you on the last day of filming

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