#tenth doctor x daughter reader

[cas-kingdom]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

A/N: Just a little something.

Title: Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Summary: Ten is back, and by God are you going to hold his hand so he never leaves again.

Words: 1220

He had registered it when it happened, of course. The feeling of warm, human skin—your warm, human skin—against his own, that familiar rapid pulse beneath his fingertips, was not something he could ever forget. And when it was this specific hand you were holding onto, attached to this specific arm leading to this specific face, he truly couldn’t blame you.

He guessed it had been a good hour. An hour since he’d regenerated, since you’d recognised his new-but-not-at-all-new face and your own face had lit up, utterly devoid of the dread you’d had before. And you’d hugged him, and he’d hugged you, and you’d latched onto his hand and hadn’t yet let go. Running around the TARDIS, landing her, holding Donna’s box, riding in the taxi, sneaking through the crash zone…your hands had been wrapped tightly around the other, each a constant, solid presence.

So, though he had registered it, the conscious recognition didn’t come until he yanked you towards him when he instinctively reached with that hand for the screwdriver. Balancing on your haunches beneath him, you stumbled a bit. An apology was on his lips until he glanced down and saw the white knuckles wrapped around his.

He looked up. Recovered from your little topple, you were staring straight at him.

“Y/N.” He said it softly, eyebrows raising, and you blinked. There was a deep concern in your bright eyes. Not visible on the surface, only he could see it, because he could always see through you.

He lifted his hand, the one attached to you, and the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “I need my hand back for a minute,” he said.

Your face seemed to visibly pale. You sat properly on the ground and slowly released your death grip, your fingers returning to their pinkness. You didn’t quite let go though, your gaze seeming anchored to your hands as though…as though it was the one thing keeping him there with you.

The Doctor hummed. “Hey, you.” You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him. He stretched out his free hand and tapped your nose. “It’s alright,” he promised you, offering a smile.

You nodded, hesitant at first, but more assured as you quickly dropped his hand and drew it back to your chest, holding it there with the other. “I know.”

The Doctor reached into his pocket for the screwdriver, eyes never once leaving you. You were distracting yourself from not physically feeling him, scratching at your head, twirling hair around your fingers, that leg shake you did whenever you felt restless. He couldn’t quite remember you being so anxious when he’d been him all those years ago. An inquisitive child, you’d followed him absolutely everywhere, but you hadn’t needed the assurance of his hand in yours to know he wasn’t going to leave you. But then, times had changed, and so had the both of you. He’d regenerated and regenerated and regenerated since, each one sucking a tiny bit more life from you than the one before. No wonder you’d grabbed the first hint of familiarity you’d received in fifteen years and not let go.

The Doctor stretched his legs out and rested his crossed ankles on a concrete block. He drew a box in the air with his sonic, a map of sorts, hoping to figure out what exactly the spaceship was and how he was expected to save little old Earth this time. Without looking down, he jerked his head a little to the side. “Space next to me,” he said.

A moment later you were beside him, crossing your legs beneath you, hands on your lap as though you had no clue what else to do with them. You watched as he fiddled with the sonic and sat in silence for a good ten seconds. Until he stopped. And he turned to look at you. And when your eyes met, his brows furrowed, and a smile, full of nostalgia and sadness, slowly spread across his face. He reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin. Tears sprung to your eyes.

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I know. Come here.”

He stretched his arm out, allowing you to move closer and all but bury yourself in his side. His arm wrapped around your back and the other went instinctively to your head, holding you close to his chest.

Your gentle sniffles weren’t hard to miss. He kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a bit, shutting his eyes. “I’m here now, Y/N. I’m here.”

“But for how long?”

He couldn’t answer that. Something was niggling in the back of his mind. This face was being borrowed for an undetermined amount of time, some cruel trick from the universe that by God he couldn’t help but be thankful for.

“Let’s not worry about that now,” he said. He removed the hand from your head and put it between you, feeling you grasp it. You held it tightly, that little hand, that hand he had watched grow, that sweet girl he had raised, and sent a silent prayer to whoever would bloody listen that he’d have longer than he dreaded this time.

“You look different, you know,” you spoke softly a moment later. You turned your head to rest your cheek against him.

The Doctor rose a brow, running his tongue along his teeth. “That so?”

“Still the same, but different.”

“Ah. You look different too, you know. From when this face last saw you, that is.”

 “I grew up.”

The Doctor frowned, subconsciously holding you that bit tighter. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, you did. Can you stop that, by the way? Growing up? I’m not the biggest fan, you know.”

You pretended to think about it wiping at your eyes with your free hand. “Don’t think so.”

“Big shame, that. Massive shame. Probably the biggest shame of all. I remember when you were little little, when I had to tie your shoelaces for you and peel your oranges.” The latter was still true now, come to think of it. “But you’re still that same little girl, aren’t you, hm?” He lifted his head a little to peer down at you, trying to catch your gaze. “Aren’t you, Y/N?” There was a point hidden in those words. A point he’d had to reiterate so many times before on so many different levels. No matter his face, no matter his personality, no matter anything, he was still the same. The same Doctor. The same alien. The same being who loved you with all of his hearts. And he needed to remind you of that, to prepare you, because if what he feared would happen happened, he wanted—he needed it to be easy. For your sake. As easy as it could be. In whatever way helped you. In whatever way gave you back that life he’d inadvertently had a hand in destroying.

You drew away from him to look him in the eyes. Your own eyes were glistening, but you sniffed and held them back. You smiled lightly, then rose on your knees to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. The Doctor returned it without hesitation, shutting his eyes.

“‘Course I am,” you said quietly. “Just like you.”

“Just like me.”

Doctor Who Masterpost

[dandelionpixels]

the doctor (9/10/11) + reader

(platonic/familial)

ask: Doctor x daughter reader? Where reader already knows most of what's going to happen because she's from 11 and Rivers time but through timey wimey stuff ends up traveling with 9 and rose and eventually 10? This might be too specific but the way I have it in my head is she ended up being a partner in crime with Jack and so the first time they meet she's with him and the doctor is like “Who are you?!” and she's all “Spoilers!........ I've always wanted to say that!”

You’ve been running since you were born. A breathing enigma, that’s what they called you. There’s no point in explaining how, or even why. It’s really no fun to have an answer anyway.

Honestly the only thing that’s important is that, much like River, you’re living your life in the wrong order, jumping around without rhyme or reason. You don’t mind, it keeps things exciting. It’d been a while of traveling with Eleven and the Ponds, so you figured you were due for another temporal displacement. But you just didn’t think it’d be so far back.

You’d always found Jack interesting, no matter how much each Doctor warned you to be careful. And he’s always out there, no matter the time period, which works perfectly for you. So you track him down again, preparing an introduction, knowing he certainly hasn’t met you yet.

It ends up being unnecessary, since when you find him, he’s too busy dodging laser-fire to listen to your story. In fact, he immediately promises to pay you handsomely if you pretend to be a hostage. And he seems pleasantly surprised when you take little-to-no convincing, ruffling your hair and dashing across the bridge with you, gun to your back. By the time you guys make it across the border safely, he’s offering a partnership, grin plastered on his face. With a matching smile, you agree, excited to continue your streak of befriending Jack in any time.

This arrangement leads you to run into the Doctor, as traveling with Jack always seems to do.

Meeting Nine

The first time you properly see Nine, your mouth fully drops open.

You’d known him through pictures, shared memories, stories, but never in person. He’s real, and new, and standing right in front of you. Jack offers him a mock salute, glancing back to see you still standing in silence. Before you can stop yourself, your mouth starts to form a sentence, the first thing you could think of to say.

“Your ears are proper huge!”

Rose has to grab his arm to keep him from lunging towards you, planting her feet to yank him back. He stumbles slightly but lets her keep him in place, angrily fixing his coat collar, “And who would you be then?”

Jack chuckles, arms crossed while he lets you talk. A giddy grin spreads across your face, eyes lighting up with genuine excitement as you shoot him a playful wink, “Can’t say! Spoilers!”

You try and fail to stifle your smile, looking between the others, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

Nine just throws his arms up in the air, “Great, wonderful, fantastic. Spoilers, what is that supposed to mean?”

After thinking about it more, he pivots his body to direct the question towards Jack. Resting his hands on his hips, he taps his foot impatiently, and you can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled mother.

Jack shrugs, “She’s my partner.”

Over Nine’s shoulder, you see Rose make a gagging expression. You shake your head frantically, “Not- no- just partners! No- erm- skadoodling.”

This time it’s Jack turn to gag, as he mouths ‘skadoodle?’ to you. You shrug, and Jack rolls his eyes, “It’s true. Just partners, none of- what she said.” He pauses before continuing, “Despite my best efforts.”

Shoving him him pointedly, you look back towards Nine’s irritated expression, “I’m a friend of the Doctors, and that’s all I can say. Jack can swear that I’m not a spy, or whatever.”

You shoot a sharp look in Jack’s direction and he makes a cross over his heart, “Hope to die.”

Nine groans, “Can nothing ever be easy with me? Does everything have to be so convoluted.”

Rose rolls her eyes, “Tell me about it.”

She looks towards you, recognizing something in your eyes. The same thing she sees in the Doctor’s. Shake shakes it off, just excited about the prospect of having another girl in the Tardis to talk too. Before Nine can cut in, she steps forward, “Jack’s word is good enough for me! We’re about to see the emerald fields, do you wanna come?”

Your face splits into a bright smile, “Do I? I have like three hats from the gift shop!”

Before Nine’s dumbfounded face can come up with more questions, you grab Jack’s hand and pull him inside the Tardis. Looking back as he runs inside, Jack grins towards Nine, “Sorry Doc, looks like the ladies are making the calls!”

Nine follows the both of you inside, dragging Rose behind him and pointing accusatory at you, “Now I’m not sure what kind of small-ear agenda you’re spouting, but I won’t have it in my Tardis. And keep your odd amount of space-time trivia to yourself!”

You nod, giving him a mock salute and giggling as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a soft groan.

Misc. Traveling With Nine

- It’s a lot of him insisting you don’t know something, and you insisting that you do. It typically ends up with Rose and Jack placing money on it. Which Nine shortly banned because they kept only betting on you.

- You keep intentionally hitting buttons on the console and then pretending to be surprised when they work. It cracks Rose up and makes Nine crazy when you ‘bump into’ the landing stabilizers every time they touch down somewhere.

- Rose almost falls to the floor laughing when Jack makes a joke about you and Nine kissing and you make such a disgusted face that Nine almost looks like his feelings were hurt.

- Sometimes you and Jack disappear for a couple days to do something on your own, and every time you come back, Nine pretends like he wasn’t worried. Rose always rolls her eyes behind him, letting you know he’s bluffing. He spends most of the time you’re gone pacing around and complaining about you not calling to let him know you’d be gone.

- Whenever you get a chance to say spoilers, you take it. Nine always find it unreliably infuriating but he eventually stops pressing you for more information.

- He leaves the Tardis one day in ’normal clothes’ to try and go undercover somewhere. When he comes back, you and Rose are taking turns wearing his coat and doing arguably awful impressions of him. Jack is sitting in the chair, grabbing his stomach as he guffaws loudly.

It feels like you’re just getting comfortable when Nine’s time comes to an end, and the regeneration process begins.

You and Rose huddle together, covering each other’s eyes while the glowing light fills the Tardis. You can’t help the tears running down your cheek, even though you already knew this would happen. It doesn’t stop the feelings.

Both of you wait in Jackie’s room as he sleeps, and you can’t properly explain to them why you’re not as worried as everyone else.

When he slowly but surely gets back into the swing of things, you can feel yourself filling with new excitement. It’s another Doctor, whom you’ve never met. Like an second family reunion where only ones of you knows that you’re family.

Misc. Traveling With Ten

- There’s more emotional moments with him, where you almost get hurt and he goes a little crazy trying to make sure you’re safe. It gets to the point where you have to pull him aside, promising that you can handle yourself. He insists he knows that, but it doesn’t stop him from putting himself between you and danger at every opportunity.

- On the rooftop of some scummy restaurant in future Montana, he admits that he trusts you implicitly. He says he can’t understand why, but you feel close to his soul in a way he doesn’t understand. It makes your heart pang to not be able to tell him that you feel the same way.

- You’re there for him when Rose leaves, to sit with him in the silence, and to scream into the canyons on deserted planets. You’re there for Donna, then Martha, then Donna again. You get along with all of them and it always makes you sad to know how things pan out, but you try to just enjoy your time with them.

- There’s somehow even more running than before, and it feels like he’s always grabbing your hand to pull you towards various adventures.

- The both of you get really competitive, always racing to outdo each other’s dramatic conclusion, and forgetting there’s other people around.

- He makes a huge deal out of your birthday, despite them being more a suggestion for Timelords. He takes you to Paris (367 years in the future) for breakfast, back in time for a front-row concert from your favorite musician, and then to 8 different planets for a multiple course dinner and desert.

When you both run into River in the library, you can’t help but let out a soft gasp. River locks eyes with you and in an instant, you know she knows you. Running into her arms, she just laughs and spins you slightly, thanking the universe for aligning you guys so perfectly.

Ten almost genuinely stomps his feet, infuriated, “You have got to be kidding me! How do you two know each other?”

You shoot a playful smile to River, and the both of you turn to face him at the same time, exclaiming a chastising, “Spoilers!”

[januaryembrs]

WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Description: Sunshine rookie gets a boyfriend, and Spencer can’t help but think he would be so much better for her. But that definitely isn’t the jealousy talking, right?

Length: 8k

Warnings: nothing really, jealousy? talks of sex? embarrassment? Mention briefly of vomit because of allergic reaction.

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author’s note: I want to write for these two until my fingers are two little stubs and even then I’ll learn with my toes. Can be read as a stand alone!

He thought he was going to be sick when he saw her that random Thursday, leaning against her desk, a sweet, bashful smile on her face. Or, more specifically, Spencer thought he was going to need to at least sit down when he saw the man standing next to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, the little daisy earrings Penelope bought her for her birthday almost laughing at his gobsmacked expression. 

He liked Agent Taylor Bingley. He respected the fresh faced desk jockey from the third floor that swanned around their bullpen, usually discussing warm up routines with Luke. He was quick on his feet, a pretty decent shot. Never missed a report, never tardy, even offered his parking spot up to Spencer on more than one occasion because he didn’t mind the long walk from the other lot. He flew under the radar, and when he was noticed, it was because he was a particularly kind soul. 

Spencer didn’t think he’d ever seen him without those rosy cheeks that made him look almost always sunburnt, or that trademark boyish grin a handsome guy like him had down to a tea. So it really shouldn’t have been such a surprise to see him lingering around his sunshine girl. 

Except she wasn’t his, not by a mile. They just spent almost every second of the work day together.

“Check it out, rookie has an admirer,” Tara said, the heels clicking against the floor as she passed the door, where Spencer seemed to have stopped, his eyes narrowing at the happy couple, “Can’t say I blame him. She’s a pretty girl, don’t you think, Spence?”

She didn’t realise she was rubbing salt in a superficial wound, but Spencer felt his jaw feather with annoyance. Because she was beyond a pretty girl, she was honey and all the months of Spring and a hot drink on a rainy day and finishing a good book and the dessert your mom let you have on your tenth birthday. Not that he could admit that. So he just nodded, right as Taylor leaned over to kiss the apple of her cheek. 

She shied away, smiling to her lap and playing with her fingertips, not looking up from her little potted plant that sat next to her on her desk, and Spencer knew it was because she floundered when people gave her too much attention.

Like when Garcia had said her blouse and bun combo she’d worn the other day made her look like a sexy teaching assistant, she’d stammered something close to a thankyou and headed to the kitchenette to get herself a glass of water. Or when Rossi had said the bangs she had cut herself two weeks ago looked cute, that his daughter had been desperate to try something similar, she’d spilled her coffee down her front not even two seconds later because she had been so occupied telling the man it was no big deal. 

“Morning, Doctor Reid, Doctor Lewis,” Taylor said, his pearly white teeth gleaming with that West Coast, surfer boy tan that made Spencer want to huff. The man was insufferable. Well, correction, he was insufferably nice for someone Spencer was desperate to pick apart with faults the second he’d seen her preening over their sunshine rookie. 

“Morning, Agent Bingley,” Tara said civilly, smiling back at the Agent that passed them to head to the elevators. She caught a glimpse of Spencer, and was quick to make herself scarce in the interest of needing to check in with Penelope, because she knew what that stormy look in his eye and the way his lips pressed into a thin line meant, profiler or not. 

Spencer didn’t pay much attention to Lewis leaving his side, not that he was trying to be rude, his eyes were zeroed in on the way she fumbled around her desk, looking for imaginary mess to tidy, which included rearranging the pots of glitter pens and highlighters next to her monitor, only to put them back exactly how they were before. 

“Agent Bingley, that’s new,” Came a voice over her shoulder, that made her jump in her seat, and her expression was skittish when she swivelled around, Spencer towering over her with calculating eyes. Luke rolled his chair around the divider to lean in on the conversation, having witnessed the whole thing in high definition since her desk was right next to his. 

“Oh, Taylor?” She squeaked, and Spencer didn’t need to touch her face to know it had gone hot just by the way she simpered and fiddled with the hem of her knee length skirt, avoiding their gaze, “Yeah, he took me to the aquarium at the weekend and we got lunch. It’s not really serious or anything, I don’t think,” 

She seemed unsure, her lips pursed together and a tiny crease between her brow he hated, and it was then Luke’s deep laugh rumbled next to them. 

“Does he know that?” Luke asked, and she shot him a look, wide eyed and confused, as he cleared his throat, “I was thinking I could take you out again in that pretty red dress-”

She threw a wad of scrunched up notepaper at him, an embarrassed smile on her face as she shook her head at him, “You have spent way too much time with Penelope, you’re turning into gossiping school children,” 

But she seemed happy, like the thought of the conversation she’d had with Agent Bingley made her all the more girlish herself as she giggled lightly, her gaze meeting Spencer’s empty expression. He wished he could hide his jealousy better, perhaps even seem happy for her. She deserved someone soft and saccharine and humane like Bingley, not a rough shell of what once was a brilliant man. He knew he should feel somewhat pleased for her, at least now he had empirical, hard evidence on why he couldn’t have her, but he couldn’t. 

“All I’m saying, rookie, is if you got that man bringing you breakfast and sweet talking you after one date, you’ll have him wrapped around your pinky by the time he’s your boyfriend,” Luke chuckled, and Spencer thought he might just burst a vessel with how hard he clenched his jaw at that dreaded b word. 

Alvez had no idea just how much he had twisted a knife in Spencer’s gut, which was plunged even further when he saw that sparkle in her eye when she looked up at him. 

“Ignore him, he’s a busy body,” She chirped, her teeth peeking from her lips when she hid a grin, “You wanna get coffee later? Taylor brought me tea and I’m dying for the good stuff,” 

Spencer nodded with a small smile, because her attitude was infectious, and selfishly thinking that Bingley couldn’t be that perfect for her because she only ever wanted tea when she felt sick, usually towards the start of the month that he guessed was in correlation with her menstrual cycle but would never ask. She wouldn’t want tea for another two weeks, and would likely take an extra shot in her cappuccino today because this was when she felt the most lethargic.  

Swivelling back around in her chair to log onto her computer, she remained completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. 

For once, Spencer wished he’d been late to work.

–

Two months. They had been dating for two fucking months. As far as Spencer could tell, from Penelope’s need to chatter about their sunshine rookie and her hot, stud muffin of a boyfriend, things had only been official for about five weeks of that time, but it hadn’t stopped Spencer from wanting to swallow glass because that would likely be less inconvenient than seeing the two of them together. 

Taylor usually brought her breakfast whenever they would get back from a case, which infuriated Spencer because he always bought her tea. She was a people pleaser, Spencer knew it before he had ever thought of her as anything other than the shiny newbie with too much joy and doe eyes he’d never seen before. But now, knowing her better than anyone else in the office did because she practically shadowed his footsteps, it was blaringly obvious to him that she had either never told him she didn’t like tea first thing in the morning, or he had never bothered to take notice. 

Spencer felt an odd puddle of smugness and fury when on more than one occasion he saw her pouring it down the drain, cold after sitting there for hours until it was unbearable and she couldn’t force herself to drink anymore. It was obvious to him, so why wasn’t it obvious to her own boyfriend? Spencer thought bitterly. But then Agent Bingley did leave a sour taste in his mouth these days.

Speaking of which, Spencer felt that pang in his chest the way he always did when the happy couple walked into the office together. Her hand was usually in his, though she seemed to simper under the weight of the team's glances; knowing and teasing as he’d take her to her desk and whip out the to-go pastries that he’d bought them that morning. 

“Morning, Spence,” She skipped past his desk, Taylor trailing behind her like a dog, though she seemed not to mind keeping him waiting a moment as she spoke to her friend, “How was Doctor Who?”

He smiled despite his grudge, because she always remembered what he said. He’d told her once that Thursdays were his evening to watch the show, and every time Friday morning rolled around, she’d bound up to lean over his computer and ask. 

“It was okay, I’m excited to see what they do with a Female Doctor, even if I’ll miss Capaldi,” He replied earnestly, and her eyes filled with glee. 

“Did they give her a new one of the doo-hickies they have?” She asked, his chest butterflying with an aching sort of affection because she seemed to remember everything he ever told her. 

“Sonic Screwdriver?” She nodded her head, even though Spencer knew she didn’t quite understand the show entirely, “Yeah, I prefer Sarah Jane’s Sonic Lipstick however,” 

“I wish I had one of those, I could reapply and save the world, how cool would that be?” She said, and they laughed together a little, before Taylor popped his head over Spencer’s computer with that dentist white beam and his excitable eyes, bluer than any sea rolling onto shore. 

“Morning, Doctor Reid,” Agent Bingley said, and the smile withered from Spencer’s face, morphing into a civil nod, his expression unreadable. 

“Morning, Agent,” He said, his eyes tracking back to his screen as he suddenly found Emily’s group email about staff room fridge etiquette invigorating. 

Taylor must have taken it as a sign the Doctor Reid was busy and finally let him have a minutes peace, that is until she took a seat at her desk and he leaned next to her, handing her a warm bagel. 

Spencer heard them chatting for about ten minutes, of which he was trying anything to tune them out, including roping Luke into their own conversation. It wasn’t until there was a lapse in the chatter that Spencer’s ears pricked up, and he heard her stand up from her desk, eyes wide as she spat a mouthful out into a tissue. 

“Does this have coconut in it?” She asked somewhat fearfully, Spencer’s head whipping around to her little corner of the bullpen. Her little self help stickers dotted around her desktop stared back at him, her reminder to ‘drink water’ almost horribly ironic the second he’d heard her question. 

His stomach dropped when Taylor frowned, “Yeah, it’s coconut and raspberry, is-is that not okay?” 

Spencer was quick to stand up out of his own seat, rifling through his satchel to dig out his water bottle, making it to her desk in just two long paces and handing it to her without another word as she looked up at him worriedly. 

“If you need to puke, it’ll probably be for the best so that you can get the traces out of your stomach. You can’t have the steroids before you hurl or it won’t work,” He soothed, and she nodded, sipping on his water with shaky hands, and Spencer was quick to catch the way her skin had a slight sheen to it that hadn’t been there before. He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to gage if she was well enough to make it to the bathroom on her own or if he would need to drive her to the ER. Either way her expression worried him. 

“I-I thought it was white chocolate,” She peeped, looking extremely sorry for herself as she dumped the chewed up brownie in her bin, and Taylor almost appeared at her side, looking entirely lost as he stroked a hand down her hair. 

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” He asked, seafoam hues trailing down her sweating face in terror. 

“She’s allergic to coconut,” Spencer cut in, his tone a little harsher than needed, and her boyfriend’s expression wilted like a kicked puppy. 

“Shit! You never mentioned, I’m so- I’m so sorry, honey,” Taylor went pale, and she didn’t look much better as she pushed past the two of them, heading for the bathroom, Spencer a single pace behind her. 

“I got her, don’t worry,” He called over his shoulder to Agent Bingley standing there like a gaping fish, his hand running through his blonde sweep as he watched her all but running out of the office, Spencer’s long legs keeping up with her. 

“Is your skin getting prickly yet?” Spencer asked. Swouldn't go into anaphylaxis, at least not as far as they knew, but the large hives that would appear on her chest and neck and the vomiting was not ideal. She kept a tray of steroids in her desk incase an accidental cross contamination happened (and because Spencer had forced her to have some on hand), but seeing her panicked eyes as she tasted the chalky fruit had made him fawn over her like she was marked for the plague. 

“Neck is getting itchy,” She replied, tugging at her collar and pushing the door to the unisex bathrooms open, heading for the nearest stall, “You don’t have to stay for this bit, it’s not-”

He cut her off by sweeping her hair into a ponytail, as if to tell her to stop worrying about him, and he stroked a hand over her arm to let her know he was right there, because he knew she really hated anything gory and gross like that. 

He hushed her when she’d try to apologise, hand her his bottle of water in between moments where her whole body seized.

And for a minute, she thought that Spencer might be the only person who she’d ever let see her like this. Not Luke, or Garcia and certainly not Taylor. 

The thought of it kept her quiet for the rest of the morning. 

-

They seemed to move past the whole debacle quickly. Luke said Taylor had taken her to a fancy restaurant uptown to apologise, making a huge point to avoid the coconut banoffee pudding like it was an explosive. 

“You guys are so cute, you’re like Jane and he’s literally your Bingley. I swear your kids are going to be sweet enough I could drizzle them right next to ice cream,” Penelope said over the SUV console speaker, Spencer in the driving seat and her in the passenger, flicking through her files as they approached the victim’s house. 

The rookie blanched, “Woah, woah, kids?” She protested, and even Spencer felt himself nearly swerve the minute the bubbly IT geek said it. She looked shaken, awkwardly chuckling and reaching to tuck hair behind her ear, “Slow down, Garcia, we’ve not even- you know what, I think we’re talking about the wrong thing here-“ 

“You’ve not even what?” Penelope burst out, her need for the lastest gossip overwhelming the reading of the room. She swallowed heavily, shifting in her seat to face out of the window, her knees touching the door with a thud, “Have you guys not had sex yet?” 

“Penelope!” The woman screeched, her face hot and gobsmacked that she’d even said it out loud. 

But it was telling enough, and Spencer’s face whirled over the console to her, guilt written on her features. 

“I just assumed you guys had done it seeing as both of you are the hottest couple I know, I mean I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you if I was a guy-“ Penelope tried to save herself in the only way she knew how, by digging herself a deeper hole. 

Spencer’s hand shot out for the centre screen, “We’re losing you, Garcia, you’re breaking up, bye,” He pressed the end call button, and he didn’t need to look at the girl’s face to know she was the epitome of mortified. 

Spencer opened his mouth to say something, the awkward silence of the car killing him as much as he knew it was her, but he thought better of it and clamped his mouth shut. It took him a minute before he opened his mouth to speak again, if not to ask her if she wanted to stop at a drive thru for breakfast, but she beat him to it. 

“I was going to say we’ve not even said I love you yet,” She murmured, keeping her body entirely swivelled away from him, her arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to make herself smaller, as if she could just smush herself into the seat so he wouldn’t say anything. She cleared her throat, scratching her wrist nervously, “But I guess that’s also true too,” 

“Why not?” Her eyes snapped onto Spencer when he braved those two words, and he sensed he’d overstepped some sort of boundary before he realised it sounded like he’d been speaking about the latter, “Why haven’t you said it?” He clarified. 

She went quiet, her shoulders shrugging being the only sign that she’d heard him, gaze trailing back out her window. 

“He’s not said it yet either, and I don’t think I want him to. Not yet at least,” Her voice was soft, heavy as if every single one of them was coming from her heart, “Love is such a big emotion I think if he did say it, I wouldn’t know how to respond. Like, if I’m going to say it back to someone, I want to be sure I feel it otherwise it’s like I’m betraying everyone else’s version of love, you know?” 

He thought she might just be an angel bottled up and thrown into his life, and he sometimes wished he could take a look inside that head of hers because how she had protected her beautiful look on the world after seeing so much hurt staggered him. He had become cruel and cold and heavy where she looked at the lecherous shithole heading for disaster they called Earth and saw right to its soul, gave it a hug, told it she would care even when no one else would. 

He tore his eyes from the road, and took in the outline of her face, mindlessly watching the pedestrians on their daily commute to grab lunch, a dog peeing against a lamp post, a motorcyclist bobbing and weaving in between the midday traffic, her doe eyes never missing a trick.

Forcing his gaping expression back on the road, because he might just swerve and hit the damn rider off his bike if he let himself get lost in his little dreamscape that consisted of nothing but her and her face and her thoughts and her words, he cleared his throat, not sure how to add to the poetic, rose tint she seemed to see the world in.

“That’s good, that you’re taking things at your own pace, atleast,” He said, not particularly profound but at least it was something, “You shouldn’t do things just because someone else wants you to, even if you think it would make them happy,”

“But I like making people happy,” She countered, her expression troubled as she looked over at him with a quirked brow, “I like making you happy especially,”

“What makes you think I’m not happy?” Spencer asked, his mouth drying up, his stomach flipping in cartwheels when she giggled to herself like for once she was the smart one snd he was the one who needed teaching.

“It took you three and a half weeks to crack a smile when we first started working together,” His jaw clenched, because he was the one who counted the statistics. Perhaps he was rubbing off on her. “Honestly, I thought you hated me. I thought a seasoned agent like yourself probably would get frustrated teaching the dumb newbie the ABC’s, even ones that admire him. But then I thought, instead of getting so butt hurt about it all, I could just give you a reason to smile and you’d see that I’m not just a useless rookie learning to roll over for treats.”

Spencer’s throat bobbed. He’d hate himself forever for being so cruel to her those first few weeks, the clipped tones when she’d add something in a particularly chirpy voice, the way he would forget his manners sometimes when she’d bring him a coffee, because his head had been so deep in survival mode that being nice didn’t matter. Being nice had got him nowhere in Mexico, in fact it had shown his soft underbelly and drawn a target on it. 

“I never hated you,” His voice croaked out, weak and pathetic, and it's times like that he remembered ten years ago talking to her would have made him blush, pop a boner, and lose half his IQ all in one go. Coughing, his knuckles turned white at the wheel, and he avoids her gaze that feels like a pitfall trap, “It’s difficult to go back to how you used to be when you’ve got a thousand eyes on your back waiting for you to lower your guard,”

“I know, I know that now, I jus-” She floundered, worried she’d touched a nerve, but he stopped her by leaning over the console and putting a gentle hand on her kneecap.

“Relax, I know I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around,” Spencer said, his timbre quiet but honest, “You were one of the few things I looked forward to, if I’m honest.”

“Really?” She said, agog, like she was waiting for him to turn around and say it had been a joke, “You didn’t think I’m too loud or, like, too much?”

“How can there be too much of you? If your body wasn’t in correct proportion, your organs wouldn't function-”

“Spencer,” She said, though he knew she was smiling even without having to look, “You know that’s not what I meant,”

“I know,” He replied, a smug little smile quirking on his own lips because he loved making her happy too, “No, I could never find you too much.”

She simpered under his words, his hand a stoked flame on her skin as she brought her fingers over the top of them to squeeze them together, before she changed the subject because she knew her cheeks might just explode if they heated anymore.

–

They were back from a long case, one that had made everyone tired and grumpy, especially because they needed to swing by the office for an hour of admin even Emily couldn’t wriggle them out of. 

And ofcourse, as he always was when Spencer was feeling like he was already about to strangle someone out of annoyance, Agent Bingley was right there when they entered the lobby.

She hadn’t slept well on the jet, despite Spence loaning her his jumper to use as a pillow, and she was in desperate need of coffee, the kind that Spencer and Penelope forced her to try instead of the cold caramel thing she liked. She’d even go for one of Luke’s zero sugar, zero milk atrocities right now.

“Hey guys, how was the flight?” Taylor jumped in to ask, and everyone gave some sort of variation of a groan because that was exactly how it had felt. His attention turned to her, as she pulled up the rear with Spencer attached her her hip because she had been practically sleepwalking the entire way there, “Hi honey,”

“Taylor, hi,” She said, her eyes perking up when he held out a hot take away cup for her, “You really didn’t have to,”

“Nonsense, herbal tea is supposed to alleviate headaches and help get you to sleep,” He replied, his other hand behind his back quickly whipping out to produce a bunch of flowers in front of her face.

She barely had time to flash him a grin to hide the disappointment that it was nowhere near as caffeinated as she’d like, nor that she didn’t even liked herbal tea, before a bunch of lilies were thrust her way.

“Lillies,” She said, her hand covering her chest at the touching sentiment, “Taylor, you shouldn’t have,”

“I know they’re your favourites,” The blonde replied, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and effectively putting a wall between her and Spencer, whether he meant to or not. Her expression wavered, and Spencer's eyes went straight to her, waiting for her to correct him. Because they weren’t her favourites, not even in her top five. Hyacinths were. Or Foxglove. Or Delphiniums. Not Lillies. 

She nodded wordlessly, and the three of them headed for the lift, where the rest of the team held the door for them, her expression tiptoeing between guilty and smiling, Taylor’s almost ecstatic to see her after her long few days away, and Spencer’s entirely pissed off that the sun kissed jerk couldn’t see every sign blaring in his face. 

“I might have to cut off the stamen when Ace comes over,” She queried, her eyes roving over the beautiful white petals opening towards her like a book.

“Ace? Who’s Ace?” He said, and Spencer and JJ exchanged a glance, because the whole elevator was now privy to their conversation as David pressed the six button. Taylor reached forward to push the three for himself.

“The dog I foster sometimes, the one I told you about. He helps me when I need to talk through some things. He’s a very good listener,,” She said with a dopey smile on her face, her eyes casting over her boyfriends face with a willing expression, because she knew for a fact she’d told him at lengths about the bouncy Spaniel that adored her, “He comes over for playdates, but the pollen inside lilies are poisonous to dogs,”

Taylor scrunched his nose up, “Ugh, I hate dogs, they’re so slobbery and the always seem to smell awful,” He commented, her face dropping the slightest in a way that made Spencer’s hand curl into a fist, because how dare Agent Bingley take that away from her, “I thought you were a cat person?”

“I like them both equally, but Ace is sweet. He curls up on my legs after we’ve gone for a walk,” Taylor still didn’t seem convinced, and she felt stupid for even mentioning it, well aware that the rest of her team were listening in on her childish description of the old dog that wanted nothing but love. 

“Why do you need a dog to talk anyway, babe? You have me,” Taylor said, in a way that was supposed to sound comforting but made Spencer want to shake him and tell him to listen to a damn word she was saying. Her eyes dimmed, and she looked at the lilies again, feeling entirely ungrateful for wishing they were something else, and the elevator doors opened onto the third floor. Taylor kissed her cheek and waltzed out of the lift with a quick goodbye to her team that was returned in murmurs. Turning to look at her, his body already in the anteroom of his own floor, he smiled sweetly at her, “I love you,”

JJ and Emily whipped their heads to her face, expecting to see some kind of puppy love blossom there, only to find wide-eyed panic, her smile slowly slipping. Rossi cleared his throat when she said nothing, the air turning stale as the team waited for her response, Taylor looking at her expectantly, and she wished the ground would open up then and there to swallow her whole, because that would probably be better than whatever this was.

Tara nudged her shoulder, waking her out of her daze, Luke scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, and it was then after a beat more of silence that Taylor opened his mouth again, “Babe, did you hear what I-”

She leaned forward to press the close door button, her doe hues in full flight mode, her fingers only picking up the pace when her boyfriend took a step closer towards the elevator, and Emily brought a hand over her mouth in muffled laughter when the doors slammed shut in front of him, their sunshine rookie entirely spooked and needing a quick exit.

The tiny metal box went silent, Spencer watching her face meld from alarm to horror, to sheer embarrassment.

“I mean, I’ll give it to you kid, that’s one way to do it,” Rossi said, patting her on the back and she shoved her face in her hands, the stems of the dove white flowers brushing against her cheek roughly.

“Please tell me that didn’t just happen,” She groaned through her fingers, JJ chuckling as the doors to their own floor opened up.

“Oh honey,” She said, rubbing the girl’s back gently, leading her out onto the BAU carpet that felt harsher against the souls of her shoes than it ever had before, “I think what you need is a coffee and a long talk with someone who isn’t a dog,”

Spencer watched her shuffle to slump down behind her desk, her expression still rattled and lost, JJ’s eyes flicking to him every now and then in a way that urged him to be the one to do just that because it was obvious by now who she talked the most openly to in the office.

But by the time he’d braved walking over to her desk, she’d already rushed through her report, excusing herself home for the day, and he knew her well enough to know she needed some breathing room before he could approach the subject, otherwise she would shut the doors on him too.

He hated the spiteful part of him that revelled in Taylor’s expression when that metal screen had slammed in his face.

—

It was three days later, and she had enforced a strict ban on talking about that day in the office. For once she didn’t look like she was going to break her resolve either, since every time someone tried to weasel information of her she would either pretend she hadn’t heard, or would excuse herself to make her fifth coffee of the day, or even had thrown her paperwork on the floor when Luke had pushed her for an answer just for an excuse to avoid the topic.

In fact, Spencer himself had been tempted to get her alone because he knew she would crack without much pressure from him, though the thought of using her trusting nature against her seemed wicked, and so he stopped himself and settled for curiosity.

It wasn’t until they were away on a case and they were shoved in a room together that the subject of Taylor was even brought up, and even then it was entirely out of his control.

“I’ll take the couch,” Spencer said, his eyes falling on the double bed in the centre of the room, striding over the other side of the room to throw his to go bag down on the two seater sofa that would wreck his back.

“Don’t be silly, we can just share the bed.” She said, as if it was the most obvious solution, which it was, “I sleep talk a little, but just give me a shove and I’ll shut up,” 

Spencer paused, watching her fumbling around her bag for her toothbrush and paste.

“Won’t your boyfriend mind?” He asked, his palms clammy because he worried for a moment it was wrong to bring it up, and his chest butterflied when she froze, “Sorry, I know you didn’t want to talk about it, I just thought I wouldn’t like my girlfriend sharing a bed-”

“We broke up,” She said, taking pulling a large pink shirt out her bag and some strawberry printed shorts, her toiletries stuffed in her pockets, “So don’t worry about any of that stuff, we can share,”

And she waltzed into the bathroom without any more explanation, the lock clicking behind her and leaving Spencer alone with his thoughts.

They had broken up? Was it because of what happened in the elevator? Was it because of what Penelope said in the car? Was she the one to break up with him or the other way around?

Spencer felt like a gossip, even though his thoughts had gone no further than his cranium, and by the time she emerged from the bathroom, fresh faced and in her pyjamas, he had already changed himself, tucked himself under the cover in the hope she understood they didn’t need to talk about it if she didn’t want to.

She smiled at him, tucking her dirty clothes back in her bag and heading for the bed, slipping under the plush duvet with a soft ooft. 

“Light on or off?” She asked, her finger hovering over the switch beside their bed.

“On, if that’s okay?” He replied and she nodded wordlessly, shuffling down under the covers, pulling them up to just below her armpits. Crossing her arms over her stomach like she was snow white waiting to fall into a poison-laced slumber, her eyes bore holes into the ceiling, and his thoughts banged loudly against his temple. The silence of the room seemed to only turn their avoidance tactics into a cacophony they couldn’t ignore.

“If you’re going to ask questions, I might as well tell you before we get back to Quantico.” She said finally, her sigh heavy and exhausted and she looked over at him, his brunette locks splaying over the pillow in waves, his facial hair scratching against the sheet when he flicked his head over to her too. 

Hazel had never been such a pretty colour than when they sat in silence for a moment, staring at one another, almost daring the other to speak first. He swallowed, his mouth watering at how she looked, tucked under the sheets, her body lax and soft under her pyjamas, her hands skimming over her stomach nervously.

“Is it because of the day in the elevator?” Spencer asked after a few minutes, breaths suddenly becoming difficult to regulate naturally unless he forced them to be, because he was so close to her under the covers, his entire body too long and gangly for just a twin bed, he could smell her shampoo and conditioning combo in full force. Her spearmint tongue rolled words around her mouth for a minute, dropping down to his Star Wars shirt he felt childish for wearing the minute he saw her looking at it.

“Kind of, he just wanted us to move so fast, it just kinda made me nervous, but I always thought being nervous was supposed to be good, you know?” She sighed, forgetting to breathe in between her splurge of words that had been building up inside her for weeks, “Like you said the feeling of excitement and fear are almost identical so I think I just convinced myself I was being dumb and I was being a bad person for not just giving him what he wanted. I’m supposed to love him, right? Being his girlfriend and all that,”

He had said that; because scientifically that was exactly correct. The hormones released during love and during fear were, down to their core, chemical matches, and it felt funny she’d remembered that fact considering she made him feel somewhere in between too. He knew she was special, just as much as he knew the idea of tainting her with his core terrified him. Like he secreted some kind of radiation that would ruin her if she got too close for too long. But he couldn’t help it. How do you stop yourself from wanting something good? It was just science. A Pavlovian response. 

“You’re not supposed to do anything. There’s no timeline for how you feel, and you can’t force yourself to feel something any quicker or stronger than you do,” He said, shaking his head when she bit her lip, her fingertips playing with one another ontop of the sheets.

“He wanted to know when I was ready to have…” She swallowed, her cheeks heating, “Intimacy with him. A-and it’s not like I’ve not done it before, I had a boyfriend in high school, but I just felt like with him…”

“He didn’t pressure you, did he?” Spencer asked, his brows furrowing as he felt a surge of annoyance flash through his blood that she had wound herself up so much just because of some guy who couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few months. 

Her eyes widened, taking in the storm brewing in that beautiful woodland gaze of his, and she shook her head quickly, “No, no, nothing like that. This was all on me, it was all just me being dumb,”

“You’re not being dumb just because some guy didn’t like the answer you gave,” He corrected, exhaling deeply and letting his frown drop, because he knew she hated when he did that, “Why didn’t you want to, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She shrugged, looking back up at the dusty lamp shade hanging from the ceiling, the cobwebs that smattered around the wooden panels.

“I don’t know, I just kind of never saw the two of us.. becoming intimate, you know?” She said, her tone sheepish like she was in confession and he was a priest sat on the other side of the divide. He looked over at her, scanning the outline of her face, but she seemed adamant on avoiding his gaze, because she knew she would spill everything the minute she looked at him. With Spencer, there were no secrets, and that was entirely the problem. 

Spencer’s lips pursed, thinking of exactly the right thing to say to such a delicate soul when she was laying herself hypothetically bare for him. 

“You don’t have to be intimate in a relationship if you don’t want to. No one who loves you should ever make you feel like there’s an expectation or like you owe them that,” Spencer explained softly, edging his pinky finger out the tiniest bit to catch the back of her hand that now lay flat on the bed, her head turning up to meet his round forest hues that looked down at her with more softness than he’d felt in a long time. 

He wished he could stay here with her forever. In the quiet of this room, they were just the two of them, not Doctor Reid and the Special Agent he had a huge hopeless crush on that was years his junior and thought she could fix everything wrong with the world. 

“I know,” She sighs, and his heart caught in his throat when her pinky raises up to meet his own, the tips of their fingers brushing against one another like they were meeting each other for a slow dance. He had touched her many times before, but there was something illicit about this time. Like their skin had become oppositely charged and was pulling the other one in with an electric crackle, “He never pressured me but I felt like I could have tried harder to want it.”

“If you don’t want it, you don’t ever have to have it. A lot of people reach your age when your frontal cortex is developed and realise they might be asexual, it’s not a bad thing-” He tried reassuring her, but she was quick to shake her head again, bashfully ripping her eyes away from him to look at their caressing fingertips. 

“No, no. It’s not that I never want to be intimate ever, I just never really felt comfortable around him enough to let myself want it. Like I couldn’t just be me with him, I was just being what he wanted me to be. Like he never really knew the real me,” She explained, and she rolled over onto her side to face him, her other finger coming up to absentmindedly trace over the prominent vein that ran up his arm, stopping just below where his old needle scars were at the crook of his elbow. If she saw them, she didn’t say a word, but Spencer felt like she was trailing a flame over his skin. He thought if she took his manhood in her hand she’d probably get the exact same response from him, because with every invisible swirl and line she drew over his skin, he felt a heat ripping through his loins. “Does that make sense? Like I didn’t think he would like the ikky parts of me so I ended up putting on a charade,” 

“Y-yeah,” He replied, and his stammer made her look up, eyes wide and innocent as she watched him all but falling apart under a single fingertip. God he was pathetic. Mid thirties and nearly finishing in his boxers over a pretty girl touching his arm. Only it wasn’t just a pretty girl. It was her. His sunshine girl. “But I don’t think you have any ikky parts, to be honest,”

Her eyes deepened into pools of awe, and he watched her trail a glance down his nose to his mouth vulnerably.

“Spencer, you’re being too kind,” She whispered, and he swore his chest lurched.

He cleared his throat, and moved to roll over towards her too, hoping to disperse some of the energy that was clogging between them, only for it to become dialled to a hundred, trapping them in a tiny box where they were looking at one another, laying on the bed they were being forced to share and almost holding hands, because committing to full thing was scary like they were ten years old in a playground. 

“Of course that makes sense. It’s much healthier to form intimate relationships with people we trust and feel safe with than rushing into things,” Spencer tried to breeze past the tension, but her breath was fanning over his face, almost tripping him over his words, because she was still looking at him like he knew all the answers. Because he usually did. Except for this time. This time, he felt like he was walking blind towards his point, “Not that one night stands should be shamed or anything, but it’s much better to engage in sexual intercourse with someone when it feels right,”

She breathed out deeply, licking her lips, and her finger movements stopped. 

“So it’s just a when you know, you know, kind of thing?” She asked, her brows pulling together in a saddened frown, “I’m not, like, broken or anything?” 

He sat up on his elbow, grabbing her wrist tight enough she would listen the minute he said it to her, because he never wanted to hear her say that again, “There is nothing wrong with you, you hear me?” She looked up at him with glassy eyes, wide and shocked to see him so desperately insistent over her, “You feeling secure is more important than any guy out there, no matter how nice they are, got it?” 

She nodded after a beat, because she thought her brain might have stopped working with the way he was leaned over her, looking down at her with a glimmer of the harshness he’d been drowning in when she first met him. These days he seemed to have mellowed out the tiniest bit, except the straightforward tone he held with everyone else who wasn’t her, or the general heavy handedness he didn’t seem to realise he was capable of. Like in the way his warm, rough hands gripped the skin of her wrist, his expression somewhat frustrated though not with her as he looked down at where she was half beneath him.

“Spence?” She whispered into the electricity between them, her eyes trailing over his nose again and ghosting over his half attempt at facial hair. They were just whisps, but they suited him embarrassingly well. He didn’t reply, just stared at her to wait for her response, “I feel safe with you, you know that?” 

He swore his heart was thumping out of his chest. She looked divine under his hand, sweet like a pudding begging him to taste, and he couldn’t help it when his thumb trailed up the side of her jaw, brushing just under her bottom lip, and she seemed to press herself further into his touch, a cat being scratched behind velvet ears.

“You’d tell me if you ever wanted me to stop, wouldn’t you?” He murmured, gooseflesh crawling up his arm when she nodded, her eyes boring holes into his soul when she looked up at him like that.  

“Always,” She answered honestly, blinking at him once, twice, before she took a deep breath for courage, “But what if I never wanted you to stop?”

Spencer nearly moaned when he crashed their lips together, and he heard her squeak in delight beneath him, his large hand cupping her jaw, weaving into her hair, tugging her closer. She felt like her was consuming her whole, and she had no qualms about it, not when she reached a hand up to his shoulder and tugged him even more on top of her, the weight of him on her chest comforting and achingly right. 

He pulled away to breathe for a moment, but she was chasing his lips, her touch maddening and he swore his brain switched off when she ran a hand up his spine, slipping under his shirt and tracing over every one of his vertebrae making him shiver. Her lips were stronger than any craving he had ever felt, the instant dopamine rush embarrassing for a man of his age, so hardened by the world reduced to putty, ready to beg for more because now he’d had a taste of her ambrosia, he didn’t think he could ever think straight again. A man sent crazy by forbidden wine.

He pushed her hair away from her face, using his long fingers to wrap around the back of her head and pull her impossibly closer to him, his other arm skirting down to her clothed waist and pressing their bodies together. She whined in his mouth, and Spencer thought he could finally die happy.

He pulled away to let her catch a gasp, her fingers carding through his long, brown curls, scratching against his scalp in a way that drew a low growl from his throat. He needed more, needed her, more than the air he gulped down ravenously and he found himself kissing at her soft neck, her head tipped back in bliss as he kissed every inch he could.

“The reason I didn’t want it with Taylor,” She choked between manic breaths, her hands holding onto him so tight he knew she didn’t have any intention of asking him to stop, “Was because it didn’t feel like this,”

Spencer wove their fingers together, pushing her hand above her head as the other came up to tilt her face towards him, looking into her bleary eyes for a second, their noses ghosting past one another, her mint breath delicious on his lips.

“It never feels like this, baby,” He whispered, their foreheads pressing together before he gave into her again and pressed his lips against hers so hard she whimpered into his mouth.

And she believed him.

--

[roanofarcc]

LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER

pairing. tyler owens x harding!reader - part 2!

summary. you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knacked for knowing just what the storm’s thinking a little infuriating and incredibly impressive.

 warnings. fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info & medical info, angst & fluff, some hurt/comfort on this fine Tuesday night.

word count. 3.7k || masterlist

a/n. twister has been my favorite movie FOREVER so here's a little homage to the og storm chasers <3

You were ten when you went storm chasing for the first time. Growing up, you’d heard your parents' stories every time there was a shift in the weather. Instead of the typical childhood fear of storms, you had always been fascinated by them; your dad, Bill Harding often joked it was in your genes, the lack of fear. With some light convincing of your mom, Dr. Jo Haring, she agreed to take you storm chasing for your tenth birthday. 

The twister had been small, barely an EF1, but it was wondrous. There was something dangerously beautiful about it that drew you in just as it had your parents when they were younger. From that point on, you knew you wanted to be just like them, chasing storms up and down Tornado Alley. 

And with the stubbornness passed down by your mom, that is exactly what you did. You were damn good at it to. 

“It’s lookin’ like a big one to the southeast,” a member of your team said, slugging an arm around your shoulder as she looked up at the sky, squinting slightly at the sun. “But the radar says we’ve got another brewin’ west. She's pickin’ up speed but it’s still developing.” 

You hummed in response, gazing up at the sky too, judging which one was your best bet by observing the clouds in either direction. “Let’s hang back and go for the one to the west, I like her chances better.” Your teammate, Frankie, grinned as she nodded and headed off toward the other three members of your small, but mighty team. 

As you waited for the storm to flesh out a little more, you sat on the bed of your truck, dangling your legs off of the tailgate. The fresh air filled your lungs and the faint smell of incoming rain brought a smile to your lips. Every time you got ready for a chase, you felt ten years old again, giddy and excited for the thrill of the storm. You thought back to the photo albums you’d looked at a hundred times over of your parents and their numerous storm-chasing adventures. They never pushed you into storm chasing, as it was a dangerous line of work, but from a very young age, it was clear that your fascination with storms wouldn’t be quelled with a simple meteorology degree and a job behind a desk. 

Storm chasing was in your blood, and your knack for it was known among other storm chasers. 

“Well, if it isn’t the doctor herself,” a familiar voice filled your ears, belonging to the one and only Tyler Owens. He approached your truck, hands on his hips and a certain cockiness that excited you. You liked a challenge, and you loved showing cowboys up. Tyler was good at what he did, but you were just a little bit better, and it both irritated and impressed him. 

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” you said, earning a light chuckle from him. 

“You don’t look in a hurry. That storm to the southeast won’t last forever.” You shrugged and he narrowed his gaze just slightly. “You’re not going after that one, are you?” 

“Damn,” you sighed. “You’re getting harder to trick, Owens.”

He laughed, light and sweet. It was easy to see how he garnered such a large online audience. Tyler was easy on the eyes, drove straight into tornados with a grin on his lips, and had the knowledge of storms to back up his insane behavior. You’d never admit it aloud, but he did impress you, even if you thought some of his actions were reckless even for a storm chaser.

The two of you had an interesting rapport. It toes the line between rivals and friends, the odd territory in between. You loved teasing him, and he tried to outsmart you even if it never worked. 

“Maybe you’re getting too predictable,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Och.” You faked hurt, placing a hand over your heart. “What is it you always say? If you feel it, chase it. If you think the one to the southeast is gonna show her face, go for it.” 

Tyler studied you for a moment, contemplating what kind of game you were playing with him. All you did was smile at him in return, which led him to roll his eyes. “Unfortunately, you’re rarely wrong,” he sighed. 

“It’s a blessing and curse.” 

“You’re impossible,” he said. “But the west it is. It better not let me down, Dr. Harding.” You only used that title in more professional settings. That had been a condition of your mother. She had gotten her PhD and believed you could too. It was tough, but you earned it; only, you didn’t expect some cowboy to use it to lightly mock you when you proved him wrong.

“You have my word,” you said. 

And you were right. The storm to the west produced a beautiful tornado. You and Frankie got close while the rest of your team hung back. Rain pelted the windshield as you grew closer, watching the dark funnel tear through the expanse of fields, picking up speed on the ground. Somewhere along the way, Tyler’s unmistakable red truck ripped past you, heading into the heart of the twister, which you rolled your eyes at. 

“She’s a beauty!” Frankie hollered, holding her camera at the ready. 

It was a great chase, but the thing about tornados that was both thrilling and dangerous was their unpredictability. You knew the storm would be big, and the closer you grew the more power you saw that it had. The other truck carrying the rest of your team had communicated the growing intensity of the storm via the radio. But it looked to be on a steady path west, so you saw no issue tailing it while Frankie snapped pictures.

The rain only grew heavier and heavier, almost completely obstructing your view. It wasn’t until a tree crash landed directly in the middle of the road did you realize the tornado had changed directions suddenly. A startled scream torn from Frankie lips and you slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing the tree. 

“Holy shit,” she whispered, leaning up against the dash and trying to see through the rain wrap. “It’s right there. It’s right there! We gotta go!” 

You quickly threw your truck in reverse and backed up, but you didn’t get far. A lone semi that had been traveling skidded to a stop just a couple hundred feet behind you. The way they had stopped at the sight of the tornado left its trailer sideways across the road before it was abandoned by the figure hunkering down in the ditch that lined the backroad. 

You hissed under your breath, trapped between two objects and a tornado that shook your truck. There wasn’t enough space to fly around the semi. The ditches on either side of the road were too deep to take quickly and another minute trying to maneuver around the semi would only lead to your truck getting swallowed by the storm, picked up, and tossed around like a rag doll. 

Your parents had prepared you for a kind of situation like that, but that didn’t shake your panic. With a rapidly beating heart, you put the truck in park and yelled at Frankie to get out. You both stepped out into the storm as the tornado loomed closer and closer. Wind whipped all around you along with debris. You grabbed Frankie’s hand and together you sprinted toward the ditch. 

Frankie lay on her stomach, and you lay beside her, covering her head the best that you could. Whatever happened, you had always told yourself your teammates' safety came first. You were the one who talked them into storm chasing with you. So, when danger arose, you felt the responsibility of keeping them safe. 

The screeching of winds was so loud in your ears that it almost disoriented you enough to miss the sharp piece of debris that swooped down at the tornado that passed along the field just opposite of the ditch, not directly over top of you but much too close for comfort. Something smacked against the back of your head, but you closed your eyes and held onto Frankie in hope of shielding her from any other flying objects. 

You weren’t sure how long you two lied there, but it felt like a lifetime until the tornado traveled further away. The winds died down but your heart beat stayed quickly pounding against your chest. 

Sitting up, you felt the sharp sting settling in the back of your head, but you ignored it at the sight of Frankie’s cut leg. 

“Shit,” you muttered, grabbing her knee to examine the clean slice down the back of her shin. 

She wiped back the wet pieces of her hair and let out a shuttered breath. “Holy shit, that was crazy.” You pulled off your sweatshirt and wrapped the wet fabric around her shin. “What’re you doing?” 

“You’re bleeding.” 

“It’s fine,” she said, trying to brush it off, but you heard the pain in her voice, along with the tremble of lingering fear at your close call. You knew the dangers of storm chasing and the possibilities of injuries, but it always felt different to you when it was a member of your team, one of your friends. 

A couple minutes after you tied your sweatshirt around her shin and helped her up from the ditch, the truck carrying the rest of your teammates rolled up, hooting and hollering at the size of the storm until they saw the state the two of you were in. 

“Take her back to the motel. If the bleeding doesn’t stop take her to the hospital.” Frankie opened her mouth to protest, but you cut her off. “I’m serious.” 

“What about you?” another member of your team asked. 

You looked down the road at your overturned truck, sighing sadly to yourself as the pain in the back of your head throbbed. “I’ve gotta call someone for my truck. I’ll meet you back at the motel later.” 

They were hesitant to leave you but eventually agreed. Down the debris-littered road, you hobbled back to your truck. It had been a gift from your parents after you graduated college; it was special to you, but it was totaled thanks to the tornado. 

With a groan, you heaved open the door and tried to gather your belongings, but a wave of dizziness washed over you. You staggered backward, reaching up to touch the tender spot on the back of your head. Something wet coated your fingers and when you pulled your hand back, it was painted red. Frustrated, you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself down enough to find your cell phone. Unfortunately, the cut was a little worse than you wanted to admit, and you felt blood drip down the back of your neck. 

Dizzily, you sat down on the road, blinking back the pain and wooziness. A slow creep of panic started to take hold as the pain intensified and the world started to spin just slightly. 

With one hand placed firmly on the back of your head, you rubbed your temple with your other, trying to think clearly but it became increasingly more difficult. You missed the hum of an engine nearby, but a slam of a door startled you. 

“Harding!” Someone yelled and you blinked slowly, keeping a hold on the back of your head as you looked up to see Tyler Owens bee-lining right toward you. He kneeled in front of you, brows furrowed and lips pulled in a small frown. “Hey, are you all right?” 

“Yeah,” you said quickly, once again trying to push away the dizziness that plagued you. “I’m, uh, just looking for my phone. I gotta call someone for my truck.” The words felt heavy in your mouth, which couldn’t be a good sign. Whatever struck the back of your head hit it hard and the blood that leaked from the wound wasn’t helping. 

He studied you for a moment, his gaze landing on your hand pressed against the back of your head. “You hurt?” You started to shake your head, but that only caused little black dots to temporarily pepper your vision. Tyler wasn’t an idiot; he reached up and carefully pushed your hand back, stopping when he saw the blood that started to drip down your arm. He cursed under his breath and yelled something at whoever sat in the passenger seat of his truck. 

“Hey.” His voice became soft, comforting even. “We’ve gotta get you to a hospital.” 

“I’m fine,” you inisted, even though every thing you felt inside your body proved that to be untrue. You just hated not being able to do something yourself; you hated needing help. Your father said you interited that from your mother, while she said you got it from your father. Truth was, they both had their air of stubbornness and you was born with double. 

Tyler shook his head. “No, you’re not.” He stood to his feet and gently tugged on your arm in an attempt to help you stand. Begrudgingly, you let him help you. Standing up, the world spun faster and you felt panic swell uncomfortably in your chest. You swayed catching yourself on Tyler’s arms as they grabbed your shoulders. “I’ve got you,” he said. Maybe it was your slightly disoriented state, but his assurance and hands firmly holding onto your arms made some of your panic recoil. As much as you wanted to be okay, you knew that was not the case. 

He knew that too, and helped you into the passenger seat of his truck before he instructed one of his fellow Wranglers to keep pressure on the back of your head with whatever they could find in the backseat. You winced as a crumbled up shirt was held against your head, but the moving truck overwhelmed you with dizziness that made the physical pain of your wound the least of your worries. You didn’t want to pass out but your eyes felt heavy. 

Tyler noticed it too, and placed a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze and a shake. “You gotta stay with me, okay? You gotta stay awake.” 

“M’trying,” you muttered. 

“You were right about the storm,” he said. “But aren’t you always?” 

A pained smile fell across your lips. “Was that a compliment?” 

He laughed, driving quickly down the road with one hand gripping the wheel tightly. “Yeah. You’re hard to say something bad about. You know your stuff, better than me, that’s for sure.” 

“My parents taught me,” you said, desperately trying to keep yourself consciousness, but it grew more difficult by the minute. 

“Do they still chase?” he asked. 

“Not much anymore. Sometimes if a storm’s close, they’ll take a drive. But they always say they’ve had their fun.” They also said they shared enough close calls to know it was time to hang it up. You know they worried you’d find yourself in one too, but you’d always been careful and rarely got yourself into a situation you couldn’t get out of, until now, that was. 

Darkness encroached on your vision, threatening to force your eyes closed. Some the backseat, you heard one of the Wrangles call Tyler’s name. He turned his head, but you couldn’t see the concerningly red-soaked shirt that made his stomach churn and caused him to press down on the gas harder. Your head lulled to the side and your eyes fluttered close. Vaguely, you heard Tyler call your name and felt him shake your knee, but you couldn’t open your eyes or open your mouth. Everything fell dark. 

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Tyler had spent his fair share of time in hospitals. He’d been bucked off a bull more than once, resulting in his mother dragging him to the hospital and threatening to make him quit. Eventually she held to her threat when he shattered his nose and gained a nasty concussion. 

Being at the hospital for himself was one thing, being there for you made him realize why his mother used to be drenched in worry. He nervously drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair in the hospital room. You were asleep, a fresh bandage wrapped around your head and with a minor concussion. The cut on the back of your head required a couple stitches; you were lucky, all things considered, but Tyler really hated seeing you like that. 

To him, you’d always been unreal. A second generation storm chaser so accomplished. Not only did you know your stuff, it was clear how much you enjoyed it. You lit up at the sight of storms, and Tyler couldn’t help but be in awe. There was a competitive nature to storm chasing and as much as he wanted to be annoyed by you always being two steps ahead of him, he couldn’t. He was just impressed. 

Tyler wasn’t sure how or when that admiration turned into something that teetered on affection, but it felt more than it had been before seated at your hospital bedside. He’d never felt his stomach drop like that before, when you passed out in his truck, Boone holding a bloodied shirt to you head. Even after the doctor said you’d be just fine, he felt on edge. 

The door to your room was pushed open by a nurse who led in two more people, who he instantly recognized: The Hardings. 

He stood up quickly and watched as your mom rushed to your side, brushing a hand across your cheek with a deep frown. “Oh, baby girl,” she sighed.  

The nurse offered your concerned parents a polite smile. “As the doctor said, the concussion was minor so all she need is some rest for the couple of days to a week. She should wake up soon and we'll see how she’s doing, then the doctor will let you know when she can be discharged.” 

You dad rubbed your mom’s back like he was trying to ease the heavy worry that shined in her face, but he too looked just as worried with a crease across his forehead. 

Tyler lightly cleared his throat, gaining your parents’ attention. "Hello, ma'am, sir," he greeted them.

“You must be the one who brought her in,” Jo said, and Tyler nodded in response. “Thank you. We’d been trying to call her, after we saw that storm, but she never answered and I…I just had a bad feeling.” 

Bill rubbed the light stubble on his chin. “No wonder she’s knocked out; I don’t think you’d get here otherwise. Stubborn, that kid.” 

A found smile spread across Tyler’s lips. “She kept saying she was fine until she nearly passed out on me. We only got a couple miles before she did pass out; scared the life out of me,” he said, running a stressed hand through his hair freed from his hat. The second you passed out in his truck, he nearly broke every traffic law. He wasn’t sure he’d never been quiet that scared, which was something he wasn't sure how to feel about.

Your mom furrowed her brows at Tyler’s words, something glinting behind her eyes until it shined in recognition. “You’re that storm chaser she’s always talkin’ about,” Jo said. “The one online.” 

“Oh, yeah,” Bill said, nodding in Tyler’s direction. He couldn’t tell if it was disdain or indifference in the man’s voice, but Tyler was too hung up on the fact that you talked about him to care much. He didn’t know that filled him with an odd sense of pride and warmth. You two weren’t exactly friends but you were more than acquaintances. It was more like a nice, workplace rivalry that he enjoyed a lot more than he’d admit. 

A small groan sounded from the bed, and everyone turned as your eyes fluttered open. Your mom was quick to your side, speaking quietly under the hum of fluorescent lights. 

You started to mumble something about your truck that Tyler couldn’t quite make out, but your dad seemed to understand immediately. He said he’d take care of it, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he headed out into the hall with his cell phone in hand. 

Tyler felt like he overstayed his welcome; you were in better hands with your parents there. He collected his things from the chair, garnering your attention. 

“Tyler,” you said, pushing yourself to sit upright. “Thank you.” 

He smiled. “No problem, doctor. I couldn’t let one of the best chasers be out of the game, now could I?” 

“So you admit it? I’ve got you beat.” 

“I said one of,” he joked. “But you may have one or two legs up on me. Not for long though. I’ll catch up.” 

Something in your smile made him want to sigh in relief, but he held it back. “Not a chance.” 

“Then you better rest up; I’ll see you back out there.” 

Bonus!

It took a little longer for you to bounce back, but the second you felt like yourself again, you were right back at it. Morning was supposed to bright a slew of storms to Kansas, so you and your team hightailed it to the state, finding a cozy little motel already occupied by other storm chasers. You spotted Tyler’s truck instantly, followed by a strange turn of your stomach. 

You hadn’t seen him since you woke up in the hospital, slightly surprised that he stayed with you until your parents arrived. Since then, your mom had managed to bring him up at every opportunity, not so subtly hint at what a pair the two of you would be. You brushed her off, but a small part of you wondered what would happen if you hung around the cowboy a little more. 

“Look who’s back!” Tyler’s voice sounded the second you hopped out of Frankie’s beat-up but sturdy truck; you were saving up for a new one, something even nicer that you could doctor up for chasing. 

He approached you with a beaming smile, flashing his teeth. “I just couldn’t stay away,” you replied. “I didn’t miss anything too crazy, did I?” 

Tyler shook his head. “It seemed like mother nature saved the good ones for you. They’re talkin’ some big ones tomorrow.” The giddy feeling that accompanied storm filled your chest, and the company of Tyler heightened it, strange and new but not completely unwelcome. Maybe it was time you gave into his charm a little more.

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Levi Ackerman x doctor!reader

Warnings- implications of child loss

Wc-796

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“You shouldn’t be going,” Levi says for probably the tenth time. You were tightening the straps on your horse that was connecting to the wagon behind him. 

“You’ve said that.” You say. “We’re not even leaving the walls.” 

“And? Eren might-.”

“And if he does, you will be there to protect me.” Your hand rested on his cheek but he only frowned. “I'm the head doctor, my love, and also none of my subordinates wanted to risk their lives in the walls like this.” Levi raised his hand and grasped your hand and entwined your fingers. 

“We’re riding slow, I don’t care if it takes us a week.” 

“Aw Levi, you should know better than anyone that I don’t ride slow.” His cheeks turned pink. 

“Y/n, please.” 

“Okay fine.” You brought his hand to your mouth and kissed it softly. The voices of his squad made him pull back. He took the reins of the horse and held it steady. You slipped a boot through the stirrup and hoisted up on the horse. 

Levi called over the stableboy who had his horse in hand. He hopped on his horse and walked it beside yours. His squad then followed by mounting their horses.

“Any of you ride above walking the whole way there, you’re off the squad.” 

The Levi squad all raised their eyebrows and looked at each other in confusion. 

“Sir, may I ask why?” Eren asks looking back. All Levi did was stare back. 

“No.” 

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Nightfall came and there were still at least a few more hours before you made it to the old scout headquarters. 

You grabbed a pole to the tent and fastened it to another. You were grabbing the tent fabric when Levi snatched it out of your hands.

“Hell are you doing brat? You should be sitting down.”

“Levi, I can’t sit and do nothing, it looks wrong to the others.” He rolls his eyes.

“Fuck what they think, you’re more important.” You sighed softly and placed a hand on his cheek. He grabbed your wrist and kissed the inside. 

“Go eat or drink something, please.” He says softly.

“I can’t, Levi.” He closed his eyes. 

“I know, I need to know.”

“Me too, tonight?” His face relaxed and a small smile appeared. 

“Tonight.” 

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“Eld is in charge, me and Y/n will be back shortly.” Levi holds his arms out for you to loop your arm with. You gave them all a small wave before turning back to look forward. 

The Levi squad all turned to each other with more confusion.

Levi walked you away from their eyes and ears. He held your hand as you stepped over a log to sit on. He sat down right next to you, shoulder to shoulder. 

You dug into your back pocket and pulled out the folded letter then handed it to Levi.

“You open it.” He sucked in a deep breath and took the piece of paper. He started to unfold him when you stopped him by grabbing his wrist. “Levi?”

“Hmm?” He turned to look you in the eyes.

“Please know that I never have or will ever be mad at you for choosing me over our daughter.” Levi closed his eyes and leaned forward to press your foreheads together.

“No regrets.” 

“No regrets.” You pressed your lips to his cheek and his face warmed. He turned his head to look at the paper. He opened the paper and his eyes started scanning it. The beginning had some medical jargon on it that you understood. What you read made you freeze. 

The overall diagnosis was at the bottom.

Congratulations Miss Y/n L/n on your newfound pregnancy. Please return to Wall Sina Hospital as soon as possible to discuss the care plan. 

“Oh.” He says and folds the paper again. 

“Levi.” You say and place a hand flat on your belly. 

“Shh.” He drops to his knees softly into the wet grass. He rested his hands on your knees, leaned forward, and pressed his lips against yours. “This is a good thing, another chance.” He sat back on his heels slightly and grabbed the hand that you had on your belly. “You’re so perfect Y/n.” 

“B-But what if it happens again? What if I'm just not cut out to be a mother?” 

“Don’t say that, this is different.” 

“Levi, I can’t go through that again.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed.

“It’s not going to happen, we’ll do everything we can. I will. I promise. Nothing will take this away from you.” You bent down and knocked your foreheads together, Levi closed his eyes and smiled at the action.

“To us.” 

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I don’t know if you’re still taking asks for fluffy Friday but could you do a fic of the Hobie x reader twin AU, where the reader goes into labor and has the twins and their reactions during and after the twins are born!! Your recent one of them seeing the ultrasound was so cute!! But now I kinda wanna see the chaos and the cute that follows lol!! I feel like the doctors would low key be intimidated by Hobie cause he’d taking care of reader but also be staring them down 😂 to the point they’re ask him to leave but he doesn’t of course!! Sorry for the long ask!! Your last fic was just to AMAZING 🤩 !!

Ahhh another twin au request! Thank you for sending this one ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood mention, Billie and Ramona AU, twin AU.

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You were in an unimaginable pain, the kind you would never wish on anyone, your voice is hoarse from all the screaming and cussing out whoever was unfortunate enough to slightly annoy you. Too bad for Hobie, your annoyance and anger were mostly thrown at him. You had him in an iron grip, he's sure his hand would be aching for days to come. He's been a great help in alleviating the pain, patting your sweaty face dry, feeding you ice chips, whispering words of encouragement and the occasional glare at the doctor who arrived fashionably late to the party.

The epidural was your best friend that you've never thought you'd even befriend. You were sure that you wouldn't need it but after what must've been the umpteenth contraction, you were more than happy to accept its friendship.

After twenty hours of labor, all the literal blood, sweat and tears were all worth it. From the first cry of the older twin came a sudden elation, then the younger came only after five minutes apart from her sister with a loud energetic cry. You were in pain, now everything you're currently feeling is extreme happiness, and also fatigue you've never experienced before.

Following all the ‘good jobs’ from the hospital staff and numerous tearful kisses from Hobie, it's safe to say you're officially a parent to the most beautiful pair of twins. Your girls, the light of your life.

With both babies cleaned and you wiped from all the fluids, they're properly swaddled and checked by the doctor and nurses, you lay almost half asleep with your babies on your bare chest. Hands securing them atop their tiny torsos. They gurgle, making the cutest sound you've ever heard whilst Hobie takes hundreds of pictures with his digital camera. He still can't believe his eyes at the little family he now has.

“Hobie,” you say hoarsely, eyes watery from all the happy sobbing and tiredness. “I think you've got all their angles covered.”

He lifts the camera off his eye, greeting you with a genuine grin. “Alright, let me have a turn at them so you can sleep”

You scoot over, giving him space to sit right next to your hip. Hobie takes the oldest first in his arm with slight trepidation and oh so careful like he's handling the finest china.

“Hi, dad's got you” Hobie looks down at his daughter staring up at him with curious eyes, he doesn't miss the fact that she mirrors your own, almost a copy of yours. With a quick peck on top of her forehead, he moves to take the youngest and smallest from your arms. You help him by cradling the back of her head. “And I've got you too”

She answers with her lips wobbling, looking like she's about to cry her little heart out. Hobie bounces her lightly, making cooing sounds that he would always make when the twins were particularly rowdy in your belly. It works, she still frowns up at her dad but the tears don't fall.

“My brave girl, huh? Just like mum” he leans down slightly, juggling his girls whilst he lifts up the blanket to cover your bare chest. “You did amazingly, love” Hobie tells you for the tenth time just in case you forgot.

You hum in reply, heart tender at the sight in front of you. Hands cupping both his elbows, your way of helping him carry the bundles of joy.

“Did you at least make me look good in the photos?” You gesture to the digital camera on the side table. “I must look horrible in all of them after all that”

Hobie shakes his head, “you're as beautiful as the day I met you, and it's impossible for you to look horrible in pictures”

“Even after almost pooping while I was pushing them out?”

“Especially then” you laugh softly, winching at the soreness.

“You alright?” Hobie scooches closer to you, sharing his warmth, taking a quick glimpse at his girls already sleeping. He's not jealous at all.

“I'm okay, promise” you drop your hands from his elbows down to his thighs, too tired to lift them for a second more. “How are they?”

“Sleeping, you should be too” he observes you closely, your eyebrows slightly knitted, hands limp over his thighs.

“We haven't even decided names for them yet” you whisper.

“We've got plenty of time for that. Sleep, they'll be here when you wake up, yeah?”

“I don't think I want to, I just wanna stare at them forever” you fight an oncoming yawn.

“Sleep or I'll name them B one and B two” he jokes.

“You wouldn't” you do your best glare despite the sleep slowly enveloping you.

“You wanna bet? On second thought Bert and Ernie sounds better”

You surrender, “alright, alright, I'll sleep” your eyes threaten to close. “I really like the first one you suggested, it's Ramona, right?”

“Love” he says sternly with hints of fondness.

You giggle, “okay, love you. All three of you” giving them one last look over, you finally succumb to sleep.

“We love you too”

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Midoriya Izuku x OFA Related Reader Headcannons

A/n: here's the request. For some reason my account is acting weird with requests and I don't wanna risk losing them so I'm doing it differently.

I'm so sorry it took so long! I wanted to write a fic but it wasn't working lol.😅

If you want something changed/want to request something else, please please contact me!

General info:

Genre: fluff + sllight angst \\ wc: 902 \\ posted: 01/01/2024 \\ requested

Your parents died when you were about six. They were bystanders of a villain attack, and All Might unfortunately didn't get there in time. All Might felt incredibly guilty, even though he knew that he did his best.

His guilt tripled when he found out that the couple had a daughter. He was very invested in your future, and immediately offered to adopt you when he found out you didn't have anyone to take you in.

After a while of debating and arguing, the government finally allowed All Might to adopt you. He took a few months off of work to bond with you and get to know you. He hired a full-time nanny to help take care of you while he was at work.

As you grew, he secretly hoped you would be able and willing to take on his quirk and be the next successor.

A few years pass by, and you haven't developed your quirk. All Might had taken you to your doctor multiple times, but he didn't see anything wrong. You were just a late bloomer.

All Might continued to smile, comforting you whenever you felt like a failure.

At your request, and probably a little bit of All Might's own desires, he started training you a week after your tenth birthday. You were amazing, and All Might was sure you would become the next successor.

Until your quirk came.

On your fourteenth birthday, you received your quirk. It was amazing and powerful, yes, but there was one problem...

It was completely incompatible with OFA.

The news devastated you and put you in a pit of depression for a few weeks.

All Might tried his best to reassure you, but you were too caught up in your own self-pity.

Five weeks later, you finally accepted it. You allowed and appreciated the comfort All Might gave you and started to rethink your life's plan.

After a few more weeks of recovery, you asked All Might to help you train your quirk.

It was tough, and almost overwhelming at times, but with All Might's support and the many professionals he hired with similar quirks, you prevailed.

You were behind your fellow classmates by several years, but made up for it by the relentless hours you trained with several pros.

By the time Middle school was ending, you were equal if not far surpass your classmates. You made it into UA by recommendation.

During the months before UA, All Might introduced you to Midoriya Izuku... his new successor.

They were both nervous about your reaction, but pleasantly surprised when you took the news well.

You and Izuku ended up getting along quite well. You quickly became friends, and you helped him with both preparing for and controlling his new power. 

You became very close, becoming inseparable from each other.  

Izuku slowly began to master his new power with your help, filling you with pride.  

Helping him achieve his dream helped you to feel better about your failure.  

Both of you developed feelings for one another but didn’t admit it- even to yourselves.  

You always denied accusations of your crush thrown at you by the majority of Class 1-A.  

It got so bad that Bakugo screamed at you across the hallway, demanding that you and “stupid Deku” stop being wimps and actually confess to one another.  

Izuku was in hearing range, and you almost died from embarrassment.  

Luckily, no one mentioned it.  

It wasn’t until you worriedly entered the hospital, walking down the hall as your eyes flickered from room to room, anxiously looking for his number.  

Your eyes met with the room number, and your heart thundered against your chest as you hurried inside, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as your eyes laid on the broken body of Izuku.

He got so worried when he saw your tears, trying to sit up to comfort you.  

At the sight of him hurting himself, you grew angry.  

Your lips contorting into a snarl, you gently push him back into bed, glaring at him.  

“We’ll talk about this... foolish behavior later.” You growl, your e/c orbs boring into his emerald ones.  

After he healed the two of you shyly confessed. He took you on a date, and you became official three days later.  

You spent even more time together, sitting closer, and staring more openly.  

Neither of you denied your feelings anymore- even though you didn’t tell anyone.  

Almost everyone knew but you didn’t really care.  

You were able to help him whenever he struggled to control or understand OFA, and you were the first one to recognize what was happening and to jump into help.  

You ended up engaged three months after you graduated from UA and married seven months after that. Izuku heavily relied on your knowledge, asking you for help or for advice.  

You both became well-known heroes, and you both went back and forth from number one and number two.  

Bakugo surpassed you once- for two months.  

Izuku was secretly fuming, fighting harder for his position.  

He had a smug smirk on his lips as you regained your ranking, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, not caring about the cameras.  

The affectionate act was all over the news the next day.  

He fainted when he saw the pictures and the clip the next morning, profusely apologizing when he woke up.  

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Gryfflepuff in the Tardis' Masterlist

All my Works, characters are colored by which Hogwarts House I think they're in. I am a Primary Hufflepuff, Secondary Gryffindor and I genuinely think Hufflepuff is the best and most underrated house. (Since Tumble removed the yellow color, Orange will represent Hufflepuff, except in the condition of Good Omens' Crowley who I am stuck between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. If you disagree, please give me your best argument and I'll offer my insight of David Tennant's Crowley... Since I have nothing written for Crowley and I'm still conflicted about the news on the new "season" (THERE SHOULD BE SIX EPISODES, NOT ONE!) I've added him and other characters I haven't written for YET to my "Who I'm Willing to Write For" post.

I don't do reblogs, just because I feel that when you're searching through the posts, the reblogs clutter up the blog and get mixed with original posts but I am willing to do fan fic recommendations if requested.

You can call me either Gryfflepuff or the Eccedentiast (Not to sound by Lemony Snicket but "a word that means 'someone who hides their pain and tears and sadness behind a smile'.").

Ninth Doctor - Brooding Time Lord Who Tries To Hide His Light with Darkness

Supernova Series/Season One Masterlist (Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor) (Delilah "Lillie" Tyler/Princess Supernova played by Katherine Langford)

Campbell Bain - Bipolar Nineteen-Year-Old Walking Ray of Sunshine That Somehow Doesn't Do Well With Girls

Sweet Jane Masterlist (19-year-old Campbell Bain x 18-year-old Traumatized Reader)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - The Hair; Nomenee for Mother of the Year

Killer Queen (Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson played by Zoey Deutch; Pan Henderson played by David Tennant)

Trauma (Emilie Henderson played by Hailee Steinfeld)

Devil Town (Imogen Henderson played by Katherine Langford)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) - The Abused Puppy With a Heart of Gold Who Only Wanted the Power to Defend Himself and To Not Be Scared

Embers in the Sky Season One (Milo Stilinski played by Katherine Langford)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - The Genius Pretty Boy

(I have created so many ideas for the initial character, Zoe that I may have to split them up among Spencer Reid main character love interests and because of more complicated reasons I will explain in Valentía)

Valentía (Zoe Noble-Valdez played by Selena Gomez)

Valentía Season Masterlist

Valentía Season One

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I have created an OC to be the Henderson!OC and Dustin's father and I always choose David Tennant, he just really gives off protective I-will-kill-anyone-who-hurts-you dad vibe and I have a soft spot for an overprotective dad for his daughter (I never had that. My dad wanted a boy--granted the disapproval that's implied is possibly because my mom told me this--and he is ADHD and was always sleeping and then he moved two towns over which was an hour's drive but seemed longer in my ADHD mind but so he could sleep and I could play video games on the Xbox that's memory wouldn't save the game so I continuously had to start over. Oh, and also, there's the fact that a TV fell on me when I was five/six because I didn't understand gravity and I locked myself in the dryer when I was seven/eight. What, is that not normal? 🙄) I'm not a big crier but a father that's willing to do anything for his daughter is your best bet. Sorry for this rant.

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Special Agent Lokitty - Tenth Doctor x all reader Works

x reader

The Doctor and the Lion

Special

To Keep you safe

Back

Mutant

Sleep talk

matching coats

my safe place (autistic!reader)

time lord and vampire

words of courage

that song of ours

two can play that game

it would always end this way

a promise to hold

made that mistake once

the stars in your eyes, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

x daughter!reader

Lonely

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you stayed ("whenever you're ready baby girl" alt ending)🫶

pairing : kian egan x fem!daughter reader

summary : whilst kian and jodi egan's eldest little girl always seemed to draw the short straw in her life, what if she actually survived and beat her cancer? what if she actually never died after the newcastle shows of the farewell tour? what if she made it to her tenth birthday and every other birthday after that? what if her short straws began to grow back healthy again in the same way she had? what if she got to see her dad's band reunite seven years later?

warnings : happy ending, girl dad x kian, terminal illness, crying, flashbacks

a/n : since writing the original version of this for kian, i decided to write an alternate ending where willow egan doesn't die because i still can't believe i wrote about child loss and she actually survives and sees through what was thought to be the rest of the end of westlife in 2012 and then their reunion in 2019 as a teenager, even though in the original, i have the timeline as this being written during the reunion and as willow being younger than koa but i've decided to change it lol so, sorry! no song will be used in this but flashbacks from the original one-shot will be in italics, present in normal font and like the original, it'll be written in lowercase. 

willow egan was eight-years-old when she was diagnosed with cancer. she already wasn't considerd a "normal kid" because of who were parents, kian egan and jodi albert are. however, the moment the young girl and her parents heard the news of the heartbreaking diagnosis, they knew exactly how the press and other kids willow's age would react. to the other kids and everyone else, not only did willow's parents and their fame make the girl weird but her new cancer diagnosis made her even weirder and as though she was an exhibit in a museum.

when willow was nine-years-old when her dad and his bandmates were starting their farewell tour before splitting up, there was a moment. during the first of five shows in newcastle, united kingdom, that everyone, including willow herself, thought she wasn't going to make it through the entire day and wake up the next morning. but, she did wake up the next morning. she opened her eyes the next morning and cried out for her daddy who was on stage. in a rage of emotions, georgina bryne, who is the wife of kian's bandmate nicky byrne, rang kian in a frenzy of her own emotions.

thinking the worst, kian was mere seconds away from dropping everything at newcastle's metro arena. that was until he heard the very voice he had thought, imagined, he would never hear again. he then stopped for a moment and took that as his chance to just breathe. his little girl was alive and she was okay.

willow's pov | flashback to cancer diagnosis

i could tell my parents felt like the walls in the doctor's office was closing in on them. they, like me, never imagined to be getting this news. after all, it was just supposed to be just another regular hospital trip for me, eight-year-old willow egan.

whilst i wasn't in the office with my parents, whilst my doctor, dr phelps, told them, i could still hear them. especially when it's realised that the hospital is never as soundproof as one thinks, "...mr egan? kian, did you hear what i just told you?" dr phelps questioned my dad, who until now had never really called him by his first name as dad responded after blinking a couple of times

"no, sorry, what did you say? could you please repeat that?" it was obvious that dad was still so far away from dr phelps' office mentally, doing his best to not tune out a second time since it was important news that dr phelps was telling my parents

"i was saying that, with willow's recent diagnosis of terminal cancer, she can still try chemotherapy and maybe a little bit of radiotherapy but we are not certain that it'll work in the way it usually would if we had seen it earlier..."

ahh, yes, i could see the wheels in my dad's head start to turn as he realised what the conversation was about. his eldest and only daughter, me, had just been diagnosed with terminal cancer and were having a conversation about the roads of treatment for me. and just how successful they could be for a small eight-year-old who had many ailments before this new one. as i watched from the waiting room, i could tell that dad could feel a cry building in his throat, mum also feeling it as well, holding his hand tightly as i knew they both wished they were anywhere but in dr phelps' office at this moment. 

i watched as dad continued the conversation, "...ah, umm, so, theoretically speaking, if our daughter...willow, was to undergo a round or couple of chemotherapy and maybe radiotherapy, how long would you say we'd have her with us, realistically?" dad gulped as i watched the way he fiddled with the scrunched up tissue in his palm as he squeezed mum's hand with his other hand  

dr phelps paused before he continued, "now, mr egan, i really couldn't tell you because this is so new and so late in finding the cancer in willow's system that we truly have no idea how long it could potentially prolong her life but, once the chemo and radiotherapy do start, then we can start estimating things like that..." dr phelps responded as i could tell that dad felt his heart shatter

mum feeling like she was holding all of his heart and hers together. dad's face almost crumbling as he then turned away from the dr when he caught a glimpse of me. which i quickly turned my head to make it seem as though i was in conversation with my uncles nicky and shane, who had lovingly put their hands up to take care of me whilst uncle mark put his hand up to take care of my baby brother, koa.

hesitating to turn his head back around, he quickly did so before continuing on, making me turn to look back at my parents and dr phelps, "...she doesn't deserve this..." hearing my dad so heartbroken and his voice so croaky from his tears was not something i'd ever heard before as he brought his tissue up to cover his face, mum comforting him whilst dr phelps sighed solemnly 

"...no, she doesn't kian, no one her age does. she's so young but, unfortunately, these things happen and it's absolutely cruel but i promise, we'll do everything we can to make sure your little girl has the best chance of surviving and beating her cancer since she was so strong during all of her other surgeries and ailments," dr phelps was confident in the idea that once again, i was going to survive another diagnosis

but heartbreakingly, i could tell mum and dad thought otherwise and it seemed as though, in my eyes, i too thought the same thing as my parents.

as mum, dad and dr phelps continued to chat, i silently slipped my hands into both of uncle nicky and uncle shane's hands since i was sat in the middle of them. i was absolutely terrified and it didn't take a genius for uncle nicky and uncle shane to figure it out either and the looks we shared with each other weren't as helpful as we hoped they'd be. 

present time

as i remebered the day i was diagnosed, i remembered that i didn't cry like i had imagined myself i would have. because if you know my family well, most especially my dad as well as my uncle shane, we're literally the definition of crybabies. like, to the point where it's been mentioned in interviews before that my dad is so emotional that he cries at the opening of a hat and that uncle shane is very similar that is also a crier. so the fact i didn't cry after my cancer diagnosis is something i'm just realising years later at nearly nineteen years old and that's insane to me. completely insane because at eighteen, nearly nineteen, i'm still the crybaby that i was until my cancer diagnosis.

right now, i was hanging out with my younger brother koa. he was only a literal baby when i was going through the cancer and it's something that he genuinely does not remember well. i have been told though that there are times that he does have vague memories and it makes him really upset and panicky. but what makes him upset and panicky is because he can't remember everything about it, only small little pieces of it. since then, we've added two more egan's to the pack and they are two little boys, zekey and cobi. zekey in 2014 and cobi the most recent in 2018. but, going back to hanging out with koa, we were literally just getting ready to head out for a surf since i could drive and had my own car now. and, because of that, i could drive us down since both mum and dad were at work, nan (dad's mum) taking care of the other two boys for the day. everything was completely fine and happy as koa and i got ready separately (obviously) but, as i was taking a bit longer, koa had knocked on my door to check in on me. i was no longer fine and happy. as i slipped on my bikini and reached up to grab my wetsuit, i had caught a glimpse of all my scars and my porthole where i would get my chemo put in. it was really the first time i had seen it since i had been named in remission and by every technicality, cancer-free. and i hadn't realised how traumatising and ugly the scars and porthole actually was until this moment. the moment which i actually took a moment to stop and look at it after actively avoiding my glance from it for so many years.

and i cried.

i cried my eyes out nearly nine whole years after my initial diagnosis. 

i hadn't cried this much or this hard i don't think since i had told aunty georgina, uncle nicky's wife, that i thought i was going to die during the first show in newcastle of westlife's farewell tour. and obviously, hearing koa knock on my door meant that he had heard me break down into tears. and usually, similar to dad and mum, but especialy dad, i'd usually try to hide it in front of my brothers, especially koa. but, this time, i just couldn't. not because i couldn't control my tears but because i needed to stop hiding my emotions from my younger brothers.

after his knock, i heard his voice and it made me smile, "...you okay willow?" he asked as i tearfully giggled, wiping my hand underneath my nose

"you can come in if that's what you're asking koa, my door's unlocked," i tearfully chuckled as i turned away slightly from the door and looked back at myself in my full-length mirror

i then heard my door slightly creek open as koa walked in. he then noticed me in the mirror and his face fell as he saw my tear-stained face. immediately, he rushed over and pulled me in for a hug as he quickly noticed what it was that i was staring at in my reflection. my porthole and other scars being the first thing that started koa's memories of me having cancer whilst he was a baby.

and then, the next thing he said was the utmost sweetest thing in the world and made me cry even more, "don't let those scars upset you anymore, willow. because they're the reason why i can hug my older sister every day! you may think it's ugly but, i don't. i see them as the reason why you're still alive and got to watch me grow up and got to meet zekey and cobi! if it's making you so upset to look at it in your bikini, which i think you great in by the way willow, we don't have to go surfing today if it's making you feel a bit icky to do so. we could just instead go for a walk along the beach and go surfing over the weekend with mum, dad and the boys?" koa sincerely asked as he didn't let me go out of his hug as i smiled, shocked at how this little kid, my little brother was so emotionally intelligent

pulling back out of the hug, tears still streaming down my cheeks but for happier reasons this time, i nodded my head, "that sounds perfect koa, thank you, little man! you are such a sweetheart and i love you so much, buddy. of course, we can go for a walk on the beach and then go surfing with the family over the weekend. i'll just throw some clothes over the top of my bikini and then we can hit the road, that sound okay koa?" i asked after thanking my brother as he nodded his head, swiftly leaving my room without another question as i then threw on a pair of linen pants and a halter crochet top before grabbing my phone

meeting koa downstairs as he handed me a pair of flip flops, my car keys and handbag, we said farewell to our nan and our two younger brothers. we then got into my car and we drove down to the beach at strandhill.

flashback | willow's pov

it was the first of five consecutive shows at the metro arena in newcastle for westlife's farewell tour when i thought i'd not wake up the next day. it was during the day that aunty georgina was looking after me when i genuinely thought my life support machine and my body was going to go awol and that i wasn't going to wake up the next morning. i was aboslutely terrified to close my eyes, worried that if i did, i wouldn't wake up tomorrow. suddenly remembering all the other times i was tired and knowing that i'd wake up the next morning. however, more recently, falling asleep and just closing my eyes has been scary for me.

shaking with worry, i reached over to grab aunty georgina's hand which she immediately grabbed, "what's wrong, love?" she asked without hesitation as i tried to calm down as best as i could

"i...i'm so scared to fall asleep, g. what...what if i don't wake up tomorrow morning?" i whispered fearfully as georgina softened as she held my hand, squeezing it tightly

"oh, darling. don't be scared, i'll stay here, awake with you all night and make sure nothing bad happens to you throughout the night. you are safe sweetpea, aunty georgina's got you!" she whispered as i nodded my head but still didn't want to close my eyes

however, with some more encouragement from aunty georgina and her singing my favourite westlife album, we managed to get me to close my eyes and fall asleep. just hoping, praying, that i was going to be able to open my eyes the next morning.

and i did. i opened my eyes the next morning.

and i cried out for my dad, enough though i knew he wasn't here in ireland.  

and in a flurry of her own emotions, aunty georgina rushed to grab her phone and ring him.

and i just knew he was ready to drop everything, thinking the worst. ready to leave newcastle's metro arena when he heard the one voice i think he also thought, imagined, he wouldn't hear again.

i was still alive.

present time | 2022 

finally, after what felt like forever, and the hell that was the coronavirus pandemic and constant lockdowns, concerts were finally safe enough again to do at full capacity. so, here the entire westife family were at the aviva stadium in dublin and it was an emotional moment, that's for sure. and it wasn't just because we were finally able to have tours and concerts again. but because i was eighteen, an age that no one thought i'd be able to reach because of the cancer that i was now in complete remission from. and, it was also actually the anniversary of my first diagnosis back when i was eight years old and i was now eighteen. so, i just knew that at some point in the show, most likely before or during "you raise me up" that dad was going to talk about it. and then get very emotional over it which would then get me emotional over it all over again.

 and, who would've though, i was correct? however, i did not think it would have my dad inviting me up on stage before "you raise me up" but, in all honesty, i didn't care. i grew up with the westlife fans so i wasn't uncomfortable on the stage so, i went along with it.

smiling, i walked on stage and over to my dad, standing in the middle of him and uncle nico. getting smooshed into a westlife sandwich has honestly always been my favourite thing about having my dad as one of the members. even at the age of eighteen, i still enjoyed all the hugs the same way i did when i was a little kid.

dad then grabbed my hand, grabbing the attention of the entire audience. still giving me a shock at how easily he and my westlife uncles could control the audience. he then introduced his speech before the next song.

"...hey dublin, how are we feeling tonight, alright?!" dad shouted, the same introduction for every single one of his speeches at a westlife concert, making me giggle as the crowd cheered at his question

giving me a smile, he then continues with his second introduction in his speech, which was me, "so, as everyone possibly already knows, this is my eldest child and my only daughter, willow, who is eighteen years old..." he trails off as shock ripples through the crowd which makes us all laugh

and that included me too. because, i truly also sometimes forget that i am eighteen.

"...i know, it's crazy to say i have an eighteen-year-old too so, don't worry, it's just as shocking for me as it is for you guys! but umm, that's not the reason why i invited her on stage. the reason why i invited willow on the stage with us tonight is that, on this very day when she was eight years old, we were told that willow had cancer..." he trailed off as i smiled softly and squeezed his hand tighter as he smiled back, uncle nicky, uncle shane and uncle mark moving closer by as well

taking a deep breath, dad continued, "...and for a while, we didn't think willow would make it through the very beginning, the first show of our five shows in newcastle during our farewell tour back in 2012 after she had turned nine. because, during this time, it seemed as though willow's chemo was not effective anymore. it was during this first show in newcastle of the farewell tour that she thought she wasn't going to wake up the next morning. i remember because like i already mentioned, we were doing the first of five shows in newcastle for our farewell tour in the metro arena and i got a phone call from georgina, nicky's wife. and immediately, i thought she'd be on the other line in absolute hysterics telling me that willow had died but, she hadn't. she had rung me up because willow had woken up and had cried out for me. hearing my daughter's voice that day, just as i was ready to drop everything and leave newcastle for my daughter. to then hear that she was okay and that she was still alive was all i needed to know that she was getting better. and that maybe, just maybe, she'd recover and be okay again..." dad once again trailed off as it started to get way too emotional as i smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed as the crowd stayed in utter silence

which is probably why i felt a little bit uncomfortable at the same time. since, they are usually never, the westlife fans, this quiet when my dad and uncles are on stage.

"...so, for this next song, if we're throwing out some dedications which we always do. even if we don't necessarily say them, i want to dedicate this next song to willow and the rest of our children. this is "you raise me up" please sing it if you know it, dublin!" dad finished introducing and he only had a couple tears streaming down his cheeks as we had a group hug before the song started

i stayed on stage during the whole performance of "you raise me up" and it felt magical looking at all the flashlights shining brightly. they swayed from side-to-side from my vantage point on the stage. having the privilege to even be alive and be in complete remission from my cancer.

then, during the instrumental part of the song, dad raised his microphone to this mouth and spoke up again. revealing some news that we had only just found out this very morning to the point that, i don't even think he had told uncle shane, uncle nicky and uncle mark.

dad smiled brightly as he got everyone's attention as he announced the news, "...this morning, we found out the best news in regards to willow and her cancer. we got told his morning that she is finally in complete remission and has been said that she is cancer-free!" he smiled tearfully as i turned around to see how uncle shane, uncle nicky and uncle mark reacted and it made me teary-eyed

giving me the answer that this was the first time they had been told as well. uncle nicky, uncle shane and uncle mark then rushed over and pulled us in for a group hug in which i started to cry. in pure joy that i was healthy again, my cancer is finally gone and i didn't have to be constantly in the hospital anymore.

the band then finished the rest of the song, singing it directly towards me. we then all rushed off so they could do their quick change before their encore.

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the show had finally finished and as we relaxed and enjoyed each other's company, i got a notification saying that dad had posted to his instagram. and i just knew instantly what it was he had posted about. he had been saying all day that he had wanted to also make an instagram post, announcing that i was officially in complete remission and cancer-free. so, he did.

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kianegan when willow was eight-years-old, she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, the uncertainty of her survival. however, all these years later and i have an eighteen-year-old, nearly nineteen, who i got to see reach all of her special milestones. like her tenth birthday, her high school graduation, her eighteenth and soon her nineteenth. she also got to see all of her brother's birthdays, all of their births and will be healthy enough to watch them grow up even more and watch them reach their special milestones. my daughter stayed and it is the biggest joy to say that willow is now in complete remission and cancer-free! i love you so much, willow storm egan. and if i had to watch you go through cancer all over again, i would do it. because it reminded me of truly how special and irreplaceable you are. you were me and mummy's first baby and our first daughter. you know we would do everything and anything to make sure you were your happiest, your healthiest and your best. and i truly do believe that this next season in your life, with you cancer-free and no longer in hospitals constantly, you'll be truly successful in every single thing you wish to do with your life! you are such a strong girl and even though you always say it was me, mum and koa as the reasons why you stayed, i truly believe that it was you that made yourself stay. and that it was you that gave you the strength to push through. dad loves you willow, thank you for staying 🤍

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willowegan i love you so much, daddy! i am truly so grateful to be cancer-free! and don't thank me for staying, of course i'd stay 🤍

kianegan willowegan i love you more baby girl and i know you're grateful and so am i 🤍

jodialbert these photos of our little girl! i cannot believe she's nearly nineteen 🤍

kianegan jodialbert i know right? it makes me feel so old, like, we nearly have a nineteen-year-old! 

markusmoments i swear to god, we need to stop telling each other things for the first time on stages! last time that happened, i told you all that layla was a girl! but, in all seriousness, it brings me so much happiness that willow is cancer-free! 

kianegan markusmoments lol, we really do! and it brings me so much happiness as well, getting that phone call from dr phelps was like a dream come true! 

rokeating wow, willow is finally cancer-free! i'm in tears, i cannot believe it! such good news to be heard after all the negativity in the news lately 🤍

kianegan rokeating i know! and trust me, i was crying my eyes out writing this and i still struggle to believe it and i'm glad to be the bearer of happy news after all the negative news 🤍

caileano best news ever, kian! hearing that willow's cancer-free was truly the highlight of the entire evening! 

kianegan caileano i agree! i had moments where i just wanted to scream it out way earlier in the show but i knew i couldn't! 

georginaahernbyrne this is great news kian and jodi! i'm so glad that willow is finally cancer-free! it seems as though that time from eight years old to eighteen/nineteen has been a whirlwind but also somewhat of a fever dream! 

kianegan georginaahernbyrne i know! so am i, it's been a long, windy road but, i'm glad we've finally reached the end of it! 

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willowegan life since being cancer-free 🤍

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being a survivor of childhood cancer, amongst other things throughout my life, i knew i wanted to stay and stay alive the moment i was told i had the "big c". since entering complete remission and getting labelled cancer-free, i've graduated high school, i've travelled back and forth between the uk and ireland. i've turned eighteen, i've gone on nights out with my parents and westlife uncles and aunties. i've gone to concerts with my cousins and i've surfed. i've been able to live my life in ways that i hadn't been able to do in years and i didn't have to worry about the scars, i didn't have to worry about being tired, i didn't have to worry about the fear of simply closing my eyes and if they'd open the next morning. i've been able to take care of and hang out with my three brothers, koa, zekey and cobi, i've seen them grow up, from when koa was a baby when i was first diagnosed to when zekey and cobi came along later on when i was recovering, to their handsome selves now. when i was battling cancer, i couldn't do the things i can do now. i couldn't surf, i couldn't drink (i mean, that was because i was underage the majority of the time), i couldn't go into physical school and had to do it all online when i wasn't violently ill, i couldn't travel back and forth between the uk and ireland. i couldn't have an extravagant ninth or tenth for that matter, and i couldn't go to concerts with my westlife cousins. when i had cancer, i was constantly riddled with the fear and anxiety of not being able to live another day because of how tired, sore and exhausted i was. having to see but also hear your parents, most especially your dad, cry and not being able to help them other than offer a hand or a soft smile for comfort was agonising. the number of times i watched my dad cry as he sat in the same hospital chair over and over again just to make sure i was still breathing through the night is no longer countable since he had done it so many times. the number of times i had to watch my uncles and aunties cry as they also sat and watched to make sure i was still alive throughout the day is immeasurable. thankfully, i didn't have to see my brothers or cousins cry a lot, especially because kian was a baby at the beginning and zekey and cobi weren't around then. neither was gia. but, at the same token, it makes me feel sick to think about the times when zekey, cobi and gia were around that they did cry during my cancer battle and i wasn't there to tell them that everything was going to be okay. but now, whenever they do cry or they are upset, i can be there for them straight away. and it was all because i stayed alive and i didn't let myself have my family go through the agony of having to live without me. because i couldn't do that to them, no way.

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kianegan i love you, more than words can describe willow! you strong, brave girl! 

willowegan kianegan i love you most daddy! and i'm only strong because of you and mum

shanefilanofficial crying my eyes out reading this! 

willowegan shanefilanofficial i cried writing this, believe it or not! 

nickybyrneinsta hearing your dad announce on stage that you're finally cancer-free after completing complete remission is the best news to hear! 

willowegan nickybyrneinsta i genuinely had no idea that he hadn't told you guys yet! so seeing how you three all reacted made me cry! 

gillianfilansligo i'm still screaming over the news that you're finally cancer-free! 

willowegan gillianfilansligo so am i aunty gillian! it's the best feeling ever! 

stormykeating i am so beyond relieved that you are cancer-free, sweet willow! i remember when i first met you when you were just a little baby and now you're a glowing eighteen-year-old 

willowegan stormykeating aw, thank you stormy! i am relieved too and thank you again! 

nicolefilan i'm literally bawling my eyes out! i'm so glad you're cancer-free willow! 

willowegan nicolefilan so am i! i cannot believe it sometimes! 

fin

i do love a happy ending sometimes, i really do!

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Tenth Doctor Masterlist

Main Masterlist

TENTH DOCTOR (hiatus)

A Silly Game: Reader isn’t so pleased with the Doctor’s recent shenanigans, and finally calls him out on his mischief.

Family Christmas: The Doctor tries to drop Donna and the reader off to spend Christmas at home, but our reader persuades him to come inside. When a relative makes certain assumptions, how do the adventurers respond?

Daughter Reader

Holiday Surprise: "Hello! Would you by chance take a tenth Doctor request? Except with the reader as his Gallifreyan daughter? Maybe they’re going to see some art or music performance back in Earth’s history? Something just Christmassy and fluffy would be wonderful if you would be willing. Thank you so much!"

Covered in Mud: "If you’d be ok with it, could you do another tenth doctor with a Gallifreyan daughter!reader request? Could write it with them running/racing each other through the rain on earth to meet some important people to fix something important because the TARDIS can’t be used for some reason? Maybe when they get there, these people are sort of disgusted/showing disapproval at how wet they are, and the reader feels embarrassed/sad about how they talk to her but the Doctor is not bothered and comforts the reader/maybe says something back to these people? Just kind of fluffy, if that’s ok, thank you again!"

Prompt/Drabble List Requests

10&12: “Excuse me! I was a superhero for ten whole minutes!” “And in that time you got kidnapped, and we had to come to the rescue.” & “You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

7&63: “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.” & “Only a fool would fall in love with someone as deadly as me.”

55: “Why are they afraid of you?”

48&21: “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you.” & “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

5: “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!” “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”

49: “Your voice is sexy.” - “Your ass is sexy.”

12&38: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.” & “Well, this is awkward.” - “Don’t touch me.”

4: “Did you just hiss at me?” “Are you judging me?”

59: “Can you dance with me?” “You’re not mad?”

[ayanna-wild]

Under the Knife

Word Count: 1088

Pairings: 10th Doctor x daughter reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of death

A/N: Request from anonymous, and part 4 of Day With The Devil will be posted tomorrow! Enjoy!

Summary: Your nerves gave you no rest, you tossed and turned all night. You tried to sleep, but the fear of tomorrow, it consumed your thoughts.

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Your eyes stared at the ceiling, pointing out constellations in the stars painted on it. You smiled as you remembered when you spent the afternoon painting them with your father. Your joy was short-lived whenever thoughts of tomorrow clouded your mind. You stood with a heavy sigh, choosing to give up your useless attempt at sleep. You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to have a warm cup of coffee.

"You're not supposed to drink that."

You lazily turned your head to see your father standing there. In truth the Doctor wasn't really your father, but he was the man who raised you and kept you safe. Everything about your parents marriage was frowned upon, your mother was human, your father a Time Lord. Then there was you, it was illegal for you to even exist. So your parents kept you hid and safe, and for nine years you were loved by the greatest parents the universe could have given you. Then the Time War came, and just like that, they were gone. The Doctor had promised your parents he'd take care you, and he did. He loved you like you were his own daughter.

"Oh... right..." You muttered, placing the cup on the counter top.

'That's right, I have surgery in a few hours.' You thought.

Although you were proud of your half human half Time Lord heritage, you had an unfortunate amount of health issues. You only had half the number of regenerations that Time Lords had, and only one heart. The Doctor, always worrying about you, insisted unless it was absolutely necessary that you didn't use your regenerations. Which is why, that although your liver was shutting down, you weren't going to wait for it to trigger a regeneration. There was a surgery, a few thousands years into the future, that would fix that problem. Unfortunately you were nervous and even slightly scared, but you kept that to yourself.

"Y/N!"

You jumped slightly at his raised voice. He raised and eyebrow, lips twitching up in amusement.

"What?"

"I've been saying your name for the last five minutes." He chuckled.

You frowned, were you really that lost in your thoughts?

"No you haven't."

"You're right, it was..." He glanced down at his watch.

"Four minutes and fifty-six seconds."

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the counter, crossing your arms.

"Why are you awake?"

He shrugged, grabbing your cup of coffee. He gave you a smug smile as he took a drink of it. You stared at the cup of hot coffee, jealous.

"I heard you moving about. I'm not deaf, you were like an elephant crashing around in here."

"Well you are certainly old enough to be deaf." You replied cheekily.

"Oi!"

You laughed as you made your way out of the kitchen and to the console room. He followed behind you and you could feel his eyes on you, probably giving you a look like he was analyzing you. You spun around to face him, catching him off guard.

"What?"

He looked at you confused and you smirked.

"You're making that face you make when you're thinking."

He looked shocked, as if he didn't expect you to read him so easily.

"No I wasn't." He lied weakly.

You fixed him with dry look and shook your head. The Doctor walked over to you, standing beside you as you stared at the TARDIS doors. The hospital was just on the other side of them. The Doctor, being protective of you as always, wouldn't take you to anywhere but the best hospital in this universe. You briefly consider the fact that he would most definitely would travel to a parallel universe if it meant they had a better hospital for you.

"You're scared."

You immediately felt on guard, you knew there was no reason to but you couldn't help it.

"I'm not scared, Doctor."

You never really called him dad, but he didn't take that personally, he knew he could never replace your father. That's not to say you've never called him dad, and he felt proud in those moments when you did.

"Then you're nervous, and don't deny it, I've been watching you play with your necklace all morning." He said.

The necklace he was referring to was a simple silver chain, with your mother and father's wedding rings on it. You cursed yourself for having such and obvious give away.

"So what if I am, I get to be cut open like a cantaloupe. You'd be nervous to." You huffed.

"Well actually they won't be-"

"Doctor."

You loved him, but you didn't want to hear him go into a detailed explanation of everything they'd be doing to you. He got the message and fell silent. Instead, he held his arm open for you and you welcomed the hug. You exhaled shakily as he held you tightly.

"You'll be fine, Y/N. I'll be right there when you wake up." He promised.

You nodded, clinging to him tightly, just like you did when you lost your parents. The Doctor walked you into the hospital lobby, and they took you to a prepping room. The Doctor paced nervously, regretting drinking that coffee now that he was so wired. What felt like days to him, in reality was only a few hours, was the nurse telling him he could see you now. He impatiently followed her to your hospital room sighing in relief when he saw you were okay and just now waking up.

"Dad?"

Your voice was hoarse, a side effect of the anesthesia he assumed. He is hearts stored hearing you call him dad, it was the rare moments like that, that made him happier than most. He grabbed your hand smiling.

"Right here."

"Everything hurts." You groaned.

He chuckled and you gave him a sleepy smile.

"I suppose you've got your own little battle scar now."

"That's pointless, it'll be gone when I regenerate, which is inevitable, no matter how many times you try to prevent it." You laughed.

"I'm convinced it's that human side of that makes you so stubborn." He sighed.

You squeezed his hand. He'd been there for you through everything, almost gave his life for you a few times as well. He was the man who told you the most epic stories of your parents. He may not have been your birth father, but that didn't change the fact that he was your dad.

"I love you dad."

"I love you too, Y/N."

He kissed your forehead, making you smile.

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Tag List: @we-are-all-alittle-strange-here @adira-secrets @im-just-along-for-the-ride @lifeshortbro @justheretoscrollpast @gingernarwal

[storytelling-timelord]

Runaway

Request by @justheretoscrollpast​: Hey can I ask for a tenth doctor request but with the reader as his half human half gallifreyan daughter? I was hoping you might do another one about insecurities, but have it be more focused on feeling like the reader's presence matters, like as if the reader feels like they aren't wanted or valued as a human or timelord around others. I'm feeling like everyone just tolerates me, doesn't actually want to be around me, and that I'm a burden/clingy rn :')

WC: 2.5K

A/N: I’m so sorry it’s taking me a million years to write and post requests but here you go :) I didn’t know what to title this lol and I hate the title so if it changes at any point to something better, just pretend it was always called that lol

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Donna’s eyes were clasped shut as she grabbed onto the Tardis poles for her life. The floors beneath her rock like a ship on the sea as she fights the heavy force of gravity across her body. She opens her eyes for a minor second but the only thing she can see is your body practically falling across the console as you steer the Tardis alongside the Doctor, whose converses are slipping out right beneath him as you tug him up, maintaining a hold on the controls as you help him.

“Make sure to grab the-” His eyes were wide as he points to the lever on your left, sticking up despite your attempts at keeping it down.

“I know!” you yell at him and leave him to stand on his own feet.

“Doctor!” Donna yells as the lever jerks the ship, almost pulling her hold off the pole.

“Don’t forget to press the-” The Doctor points to a button near you that looked exactly like the one he was slamming his hand upon.

“I’ve got it!” you were growing annoyed and that, paired with the situation of the Tardis flying freely over a planet you’ve never been to before, could only lead to bad things.

“What about the-”

“Dad!” You yell and look him in the eyes. His mouth is hung up mid-sentence, his limps stretched in every which way as you turn the wheel that he was about to remind you of. “Every time we do this and every time, I have to remind you that I know what I am doing. I’m a Time Lord!”

“Half-Time Lord!” The Doctor reminds you and you roll your eyes before you press the final few buttons, sending the Tardis to the Planets floor.

“Look at that, perfect landing.” You smirk at your father before leaning on the console. Your hand bumps a lever, sending steam hissing right next to Donna as she screams, and you scramble to shut it off. “I meant to do that.” You lie to them, plastering a fake smile across your face as your father raises a brow at you before turning to the screens in front of him.

You frown and take a deep breath before bringing your smile right back. Donna finally releases her hold on her bar and joins the Doctor as you also join his side. “So where are we?” Donna asks, fixing her hair.

“Hitterrian.” The Doctor tells her and pushes the monitor away from the two of you. “Locals call it Flyers Fall.”

“Why?” you ask, heading over to get your coat.

“Because spaceships usually can’t land here, they crash. Fall right out of the sky.”

You smirk to yourself. “And I landed.” You whisper, allowing a sense of pride to fill you. You turn around, tossing your jacket over your shoulders to see your dad doing the same.

“Right!” He shouts when his trench coat is on. He points to you as the three of you walk to the front door. “Y/N, stay in the Tardis.”

“Righ-” You almost agree before stopping in your tracks, finally hearing what was asked of you. “What?”

“Stay in the-”

“No, no, I heard you,” you cut him off, shaking your head.  “But I want to go with you.”

“Absolutely not, it’s better for you if you stay in the Tardis.” He shakes his head.

“But dad-”

“No buts.” He stays and continues to leave. “Donna, let’s go!”

He doesn’t look back until Donna groans. “Oh, come on you old man! Let the girl come!”

“What?” He stops with a foot out the door. “Donna!”

“I’m just saying Doctor-” Donna tries to reason with your father

“And I’m her father and I’m saying no!” It isn’t always that you see your father crane his neck to assert his dominance, but he stands straighter, frowning as he looks at you and Donna and you already know there’s no changing his mind. “She stays here in the Tardis and out of the way. Now let’s go.”

He’s out the door before you can even say goodbye. Donna throws you a small sorry smile as she walks to the door herself. “Sorry kiddo. Doctors’ orders.” She tells you, snagging her jacket along the way to the door. The sound of the door closing and latching echoes in your ears as you stand there, mulling over the words your dad and Donna left you with.

Traveling with your dad was everything you could’ve dreamed for but lately, it just seemed like you were just there. Just like your dad said, you were in the way. You suppose you weren’t really needed aboard the Tardis, anything you need a human for and he’s got Donna or another person he’ll offer the universe too before you and anything Time Lord, he’s got himself. Besides, you were only half-Time Lord, as he liked to remind you so very much. Maybe it would be better if you just… left. Ran away, off to see the universe by yourself, not in your father’s way or Donna’s way or anyone’s really.

Maybe if you ran long enough, it would be like Y/N never existed. It would be better like that, wouldn’t it?

“I’m not a kid. I can be useful. I can…” You sigh to yourself before heading to your room.

After what seemed like a day, Donna and The Doctor return and you only know because you can feel the Tardis leave from its spot. You have no idea how the trip to Hitterrian went but as you go out to the console room to ask, you start to regret it.

Your father and Donna were practically jumping around in joy, they were all smiles and laughs and as you listen to how easy helping the residents of this planet was, you realize one very important thing.

They really didn’t need you.

You stay in the hallway as your father lands the Tardis somewhere, but you have no clue where just yet. It’s not until Donna mentions coffee that you realize you were on Earth. You were on Earth and instead of your dad heading back to your room to tell you or even to check if you actually there, he walks right out the front door with Donna on his arm.

“They left me.” You whisper to yourself as the door closes behind them. “They left. Of course, they left.” You turn back to your room, grabbing as many of your things as you could stuff in a little backpack, trying your best to be speedy about it. You wanted to leave before they get back, but as you open the doors to the Tardis, your breath stills in your throat as you see The Doctor standing in front of you, sipping on the to-go cup in his hand. “Dad!” you gasp, not expecting him to be back so soon. You glance behind him, not seeing your red-haired friend. “Um, where’s Donna?”

The Doctor furrows his brows and you hope he hasn’t spotted your bag strung on your back. “Went to visit her family.” He tells you and you nod, avoiding his eye contact. “Where are you going?”

You don’t answer him, instead you nod to the steaming cup in his hand. “You got coffee.”

He nods, shrugging a little but his brows were still drawn together. “Donna wanted it.”

“And you didn’t think to ask if I wanted some?” You didn’t mean to snap at him, in fact, you wanted this conversation to be over with quickly just so you could finally leave, but you couldn’t help yourself. You weren’t just mad that he got coffee without you, you were embarrassed that it took you so long to finally figure out that you weren’t wanted.

The Doctor pauses for a moment, his face softening when he realizes you were right. “Well, I mean…” He trails off and it’s his turn to avoid eye contact.

“It’s fine dad.” You mumble and start to push past him. “I’ll just…” You shake your head, trying to find your words. “I’m going for walk.”

“Hold it.” He tells you, snagging the top of your bag to keep you from moving. “You’ve got a bag. Why do you have a bag for a walk?”

“I just do.” You shake loose from his grip.

“Where are you going?” He asks you again, this time almost actually seeming concerned that you’d go somewhere.

“Why do you care?” you mumble, letting your eyes settle on the ground at your feet.

Your father’s back to furrowing his brows, not quite hearing what you said. “What?”

“Just forget it.” You tell him and start to walk off again, but the Doctor won’t let you leave as he gently grabs your wrist.

“Y/N-“

“I said forget it!” You snap and tear yourself from his hold.

“Where are you going?” He raises his voice and you do the same.

“I don’t know! I don’t know but I can’t stay here.”

“What? Why?” It wasn’t an answer, but he was getting worried with your vague and alarming responses. You don’t say anything, staring straight ahead and away from where the Doctor was standing, but out of the corner of your eye, you can see him shake his head. “Y/N-”

“I’ll stay with Martha,” You blurt out, thinking of the first place you could possibly stay. Your father’s posture straightens at the name of both of your old companion. “She offered me a job with UNIT before, I’m sure if I ask…” You trail off for one very sad thought coursing through your head. What if Martha doesn’t want you around either? What if she was just offering you a job because she felt like she had to, because she knew your father didn’t want you around, because she knew the only way that you’d useful to someone- anyone- was at a desk job for UNIT? 

Forget UNIT, you couldn’t go there, but still, you couldn’t stay. So, with a final shake of your head, you ignore the calls and pleas of your father as you walk away from him, from the Tardis, from everything you’ve ever known.

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There was a bench, sat next to a pond near the middle of town, The Doctor didn’t even need to call Martha first before knowing you hadn’t gone to her. He knew you’d be right there.

He was right.

The fresh air bounces off the pond as you take a deep breath, enjoying the quiet, enjoying the peace. Your eyes never leave the small ducks playing in the water, not even when a trench coat wearing man slides into the spot next to you.

You stay quiet for a moment before sighing. “How did you find me?”

His head turns quickly at your soft voice. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I didn’t think you’d try.” You admit with a dry laugh.

“Why wouldn’t I?” His voice was just as soft as yours. You don’t say anything, feeling his gaze on the side of your face and you have to turn your head as you sniffle, hoping your father doesn’t realize you’ve been crying, but he does and when you turn your head back to face front, he finally sees the dried tear streaks running down your cheeks. “Oh, my brilliant, brilliant girl.”

“Stop that.” You snap at him, finally meeting his eyes. Your eyes and nose burned as you tried to keep from crying again.

“What?”

“That.” You throw a hand in the air, officially giving up. “Complimenting me, making me feel like you actually-” The words paused. Giving up and finally admitting the truth truly hurt.

“Like I actually what?”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. “Like you actually want me there.” You look away from him again, letting a tear fall off your cheek and you’re quick to wipe it away. “I’m not stupid.” You say quietly. “I’m not Time Lord enough, I’m not Human enough, I’m always just in the way. God, I try so hard to be wanted and you guys just have to put up with me.”

“Stop.” The Doctor says, grabbing your hand and you don’t have it in you to pull out of his grip.

“Why?” You frown. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? You bring me along because you have to, because you’re my dad but if mum were still alive, then you leave me with her, wouldn’t you?”

He answers without a second to think. “Yes, I would!”

It was an answer you’ve expected, but you weren’t prepared for your father to have actually said it. “What?” you whisper. He really didn’t want you around.

The Doctor squeezes your hand, scooting closer to you. “You’re my daughter, Y/N. I love you more than anyone and if I had the option to leave you here on Earth with your mother and for you to safe, then I would. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be safe.” Any words you could have mustered disappears as you listen to your father, letting him talk down your insecurities. “I’m sorry I made you feel like you were unwanted, I never meant-” He pauses, his eyes scanning your face as he truly begins to understand. “You’re smart, brilliant, clever- almost as clever as me” He makes you laugh, just a little and the little victory the Doctor feels allows him to pull you closer, tucking you under his arm as he throws it around your shoulder. You melt into his side. “You’re my daughter and I never wanted you to feel like you were just being tolerated because you’re here. I want you here. I want to show you the universe. I want to show you everything you’ve dreamed of, and I shouldn’t have made you see it through the Tardis’ scanners.” You turn your head up and look at him, seeing tears fall from his own eyes, just like yours. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t waste a moment to wrap your arms around his torso and pull him for a hug which he more than eagerly returns, holding you as tight as he possibly can. His hand falls on the back of your head as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “I love you.” He whispers into your ear.

“I love you too, Dad.” You say, the words muffle against his coat, but the Doctor can hear how much you mean it.

You stay holding each other for a few moments longer before you pull away and smile at him. “So, my little Time Lord,” he calls you and you both chuckle, wiping your tears on your respective sleeves. “What do you want to see next?”

You sit there, trying to come up with the perfect place, the perfect answer, but there was so much to see that you hadn’t yet. “The universe.” You decide.

The Doctor’s mouth falls opens as he clicks his tongue and tilts his head. “Well, that’s a pretty big request,” He admits before he smiles at you, “but I’m sure we’ll find something.” He reaches out his hand and you look between it and his face. “Together?” For what seems like the first time, in all your years travelling with your dad, as you take his hand in yours and allow him to lead you back to the Tardis, you finally feel like you’re wanted.

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[bugsy-maria]

Tenth Doctor x Daughter! Reader

Summary: the doctor leaves his daughter in 16th century England. In his eyes, he was doing it out of love but to her, he did it because he wanted to replace her. and one day they cross paths in a somewhat pleasant way.

I walked along the crowded streets of Madrid Spain. I had already been here 3 other times but I still liked it. I looked at all of the vendors along the busy marketplace downtown. I felt a weird feeling so I continued to wake wherever felt right in hopes of an adventure. my Dad and I always used to go on them till he dropped me off in 1537 England. he told me to go outside and look around but once I got out, he left.

still, nonetheless, I love going on adventures. I continue walking till I get into an alleyway behind a bakery. I see something blue at the end of the alleyway. I quickly walk to it, I knew what it was but I needed to be 1000% sure as right now I'm only 999.9% sure. my jaw dropped once I stood in front of it. I reach out my hand, I touch the wood, and hear the all too familiar hum of the tardis.

"Oh, I missed you too." I smiled at her. tears of joy pricked the corners of my eyes. I reach for the handle and push open the door. just to see a new layout. it seemed as though the theme was blue, with the console having a blue light in it. I run-up to the center excitingly, my hand grazes across the control which causes a moan of the beautiful machine to be released.

"How about an adventure huh?" I asked her. I ran around the controls hitting buttons and pulling things. the tardis starts to shake, but it's not the shaking that I remember, but instead, it's a violent shake that completely throws me to the ground. I quickly stand up and land her as fast as I could. i loud wheezing sound comes from her making me worried.

"What did you think you were" the man stopped talking once he saw me. and I instantly knew who he was.

"Dad?" I looked at him in shock.

"What did you say?" a blonde girl from behind him said.

"Oh," I said realizing that he only got rid of me so he could have other people document him.

"Oh? what do you mean- oh." he realized when I was thinking. he looked between blondie and I. "No! it's not that."

"It sure looks like it."

"Looks like what?"

"Well it's not that I promise." he completely ignored blondie.

"You made a lot of promises you couldn't keep."

"But he keeps a lot of them!"

"Look blondie, you don't know him like I do." I looked her in the eyes, "Why did you have to pick such a naive one?" I groaned at him.

"She followed me and stuck around!"

"You said I could stay!"

"Yes, but you did the following part first."

"So we agree you replaced me. well, that's great." I sarcastically spoke.

"Oh I know what you are." blondie said with an all-knowing tone that I just knew was wrong.

"Oh? and what is that?"

"Rose."

"No, let her talk. I want to hear her say the wrong thing." I smiled, a smart tone in my voice. she walked up in front of me, staring me in the eyes.

"You used to travel together, and then you," she poked my chest, "fell in love with him, and when he dropped you off at your one-room flat where you live alone you felt so sad and out of place. and know you find him again, but he has someone new. face it you weren't good enough." I kept my face serious which I found to be insanely hard as all I wanted to do was burst out laughing. "Now, am I wrong?"

"Yes." I burst out laughing, bending over to catch my breath. "Oh, you couldn't be more wrong! well, you could but it would be really hard to be. I'm his daughter, he left me in 16th century England for about 500 earth years. I am not jealous especially not of you, in fact, I'm mad at him because he replaced me with such a slag!" I shouted the last part.

"(Y/N)!"

"No! you don't get to tell me what to do anymore! You left me! you wanted nothing to do with me! you lost your privilege of being my father 9 generations ago." I turn back to the controls putting in the coordinates for the earth.

"Stop it. you're acting like a child." he shoved me behind his arm, pushing me back from the controls.

"A child? you left me and you expect me to be okay with what you did?"

"The Daleks wanted to kidnap you and turn you into one of them, they wanted to kill you." his hands clenched the rail that ran along with the control panel. "I had to leave you, I was putting you at too much of a risk."

"If you told me that I would have-"

"You would have said that it was all going to be okay and that there was no reason to worry. then you would have gone to the Daleks and make a deal that if they take you then they have to stay away from me."

"Yeah." I chuckle lightly.

"I could never replace you." I felt him hug me.

"Wouldn't be that hard, you already did it seems." my eyes grow teary from the hug.

"No one could ever make me love one as much as I do you."

"you're not leaving me now."

"Of course not. never again."

[i-imagine-my-doctor]

Would I be able to request an imagine about the Doctor as a father (preferably the tenth) to a gallifreyan daughter!reader when the reader has been badly hurt and needs to heal in a hospital for a while? Thank you!

Tenth Doctor x Gallifreyan!daughter!reader (see A/N)Warnings/Includes: angst, a description of drowning & regeneration, ends with fluff A/N: even though I wrote this with a daughter!reader in mind I feel that it can be read from any female!reader pov. And I tried a different style for this one, I hope you like!

Her mind is still in darkness, and she fights it. She can breathe at last; sterile white hospital sheets rise and fall steadily, sweet oxygen fills her lungs and lulls her into peace. Yet hours before, her life force snapped and faded like a spark of electricity, or a candle flame snuffed between two wet fingers. She slipped and fell, and he screamed. If she had but reached out for his extended hand, he would have caught her. She didn’t. She didn’t think fast enough. As she fell she saw two dark figures pull him back and restrain him, still screaming, and at that moment she cared not for herself but only for him and then all noise crashed into silence as she hit the water. Roaring, churning liquid poured into her mouth and dragged her under, held her down, frozen, long enough so that even her respiratory bypass depleted itself and could no longer prolong this first life of hers. She reached up for him, for that hand, her savior. But there was nothing. Only black, the cold, and the grating pain on her eyes wide open. She was alone. She couldn’t move. She faded away, enveloped in icy darkness. So alone.And then came the heat. A raging, scalding, burning as every cell in her body began to reformat and transform. The water boiled and she screamed, consumed by fire.Fire in the water.Fortunately, the fire had been her saving grace— those who now cared for her found her in the darkness and pulled her from the depths.But now she lies in bed, healing. She savors the sensation of air entering and exiting her lungs. But she’s weak. She’s still frozen. Her limbs are concrete. Her mind won’t allow her body to move, not yet at least. If it’s due to any drugs they’ve given her or the post-regenerative sickness, she doesn’t know. At the moment she doesn’t care. She just wants him. Where is he?She can’t open her eyes. But she can feel, she can sense, and she can listen. Faintly, two voices begin to rise a distance away. “Sir, you need to wait here.” A firm female voice. “Where is she?” The baritone timbre wavers in desperation. A shot of adrenaline spikes through her. There’s a clattering as it sounds like curtains and metal objects are being brushed aside forcefully, and the female voice continues to rise. “Sir, Sir!” She fights. With every ounce of strength she has, she lifts her head up, opens her eyes. He’s here! He’s running down the hallway, eyes scanning everywhere frantically, before he pauses, mid-stride, before her room.Her lips weakly form his name, and that’s all it takes. He pushes past the nurse, vaulting into the room to gather her in his arms, embracing her painfully. “Oh my darling, darling girl,” his voice cracks and she just breaks, sobbing uncontrollably. He pulls her to his chest and she clings to him so tightly her whole body is shaking, although she vaguely thinks he might be the one who’s trembling. “Are you alright?” He pulls back to look at her, cupping her face in his hand, barely letting a minuscule of distance distance pass between them. His eyes quickly scan her face, before he smiles warmly, kisses the top of her head and brushes away a tear with his thumb. “I changed,” she croaks, voice hoarse.“Yes, yes, you did my dear,” he smiles at her absolutely adoringly. “And you were so, so incredibly brave.”She sniffs. “It was… hell.”His face falls. Time Lords have this little trick, it’s sort of a way of cheating death……But at what cost? He ponders.He leans forward, and presses a long kiss to her forehead. He just holds her in silence.“…I’m so sorry,” he murmurs.He cups the back of her head tenderly, and she buries her face in his shoulder. The thought of her in that pain he knows all too well sickens him. He grits his teeth, clenches one hand into a fist against her back.“I’m so… so sorry. It was my fault. I should have been quicker. I should have caught you.”“No… no, please, don’t say that. It was me. I should’ve listened to you, and stayed hidden. I did this. Don’t blame yourself.” She forces a smile. “I’m alive, that’s what matters, even if I am… different now.” She pauses. “And is this new face… good?”“Oh, my dear,” he begins, taking her face in both of his hands now. “You are,” he kisses her forehead again, “absolutely, beautiful. You will be in any form. Nothing, no power in this universe, no hell, is ever going to change that.” The sincerity and love in his eyes causes her to sob again, out of relief, happiness, love. He pulls her close against his chest once more. “Shh, I’m here. I’m here now. I’m here,” he mumbles. He leans his head down to whisper just above her ear.“I’m here. I love you. And I’m never going to let you go again.”

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Hello! If you're doing requests, could you do a tenth Doctor but with the reader as his daughter? With prompts 6 and 14? Thank yooouuuu!

Ooh nice I like father-daughter relationships.

6. “Instead of doing what I am supposed to do, I’m sitting on the floor eating pudding cups.”

14. “You meant the world to me, I should haveprotected you.”

Shattered glass lied around and the now empty windows of her flat where showing the damaged skyline of the city. Furniture was lying here and there but thank god her fridge was alright. 

When everything was over, and he was done instructing some guys what to do now, he went straight forward to his daughters flat. There was no time for relief when the Timelord was unsure about Y/N’s wellbeing. He approached the building and saw that some where attacking here as well. 

She had locked the door with her sonic screwdriver and he opened it with this tool of his own. Ten walked in only to see her leaning against the couch and spooning up a small bowl in her lap. His frown vanished and Ten was able to take a breath again. 

“Hi dad.” She patted the spot next to her and held up a second spoon. 

He smiled a little and took a seat beside her. 

“Hello Star.” She handed him the spoon and he watched her somewhat proud and surprised for a moment before he tasted what she had there. 

“How are you?” She sighed deeply and leaned against his shoulder. Out of the corner of her eyes she looked up to him and stretched a bit.

“Instead of doing what I am supposed to do, I’m sitting on the floor eating pudding cups.”

He turned his head and raised his brows.

“What are you supposed to do?”

Y/N made a wide gesture. “Cleaning up this mess.”

He chuckled at that and took a spoon full of pudding. 

“Naah that can wait. I think we deserved some vacation! I recently saw a beautiful circus on this purple planet you like so much.”

They called it ‘the purple planet’ because she honestly wasn’t able to pronounce that name. It was way worse than Raxacricofallapatorius. 

“The last times we tried vacation there was trouble and you had to run off and save everyone again.”

His expression changed into something frustrated. 

“I am sorry.” She lifted her head at that to look at him but he avoided eye contact. 

“You always get involved in things like that.”

“That’s not your fault! Its just how it is to be your daughter, not even you can change that there is chaos. Will be chaos. It doesn’t stop, but you do your best.”

The Doctor returned her gaze now. 

“I promised your mother and myself when you where born, that I would prevent that. You meant the world to me, I should haveprotected you.”

Y/N set her spoon down and took his face in her hands. Softly she gave him a kiss on his cheek and leaned her forehead against his.

“I don’t want a normal life or family. I want you, dad.”