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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 7 months

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Spencer's Choice

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: angst, reuniting long lost love, heartbreak, impossible choice to make

Summary: Breaking up with Spencer is the hardest thing you've ever had to do. You left and returned years later, only to run into him again. Feelings return that you thought were gone. Spencer has a choice to make: you or his family.

Square Filled: goodbye letter (2021) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Ah, back in your hometown. You miss the way the sunshine feels on your skin even when the wind blowing is almost at freezing temperatures. You miss the way the cars sound as they’re rushing down the road as a reminder that people need to leave earlier when it comes to this town. You miss the small-town feeling of everyone being so close-knit that you can check up on your neighbors and see how they’re doing every day.

You miss home.

You haven’t been back in the United States in a little over a year, and back in this town for much longer. Ever since you left after you graduated, you really haven’t looked back. It killed you to do so but you were on a mission to better people’s lives with your degree and experience. You’re a very skilled architect who has been involved in many unique projects all over the world. It’s been one big adventure that you love having. You’ve met genuinely good people, tried amazing and unique food, delved into different cultures, and got to experience what others only dream about.

Now you’re just glad to be back in your hometown, relax, and spend the money you’ve been saving for years.

You walk down the familiar road next to the park you used to go to after school every day with your friends. There is something brown in the middle of the sidewalk but upon closer examination, you see it’s a child’s teddy bear. You pick it up in hopes there is a name or a number you can call, but the only thing you can find is an address. Weird. Most people don’t put their addresses on kids’ toys but who are you to judge?

With a quick Google search, you find the address is only two blocks from where you’re at. This is your chance to be a good samaritan and return the bear to a child who is probably missing it. You find the house easily and walk up the porch steps. You knock on the door and wait only ten seconds before it opens. A young girl about the age of seven is standing there with sad eyes.

“Hi, does he belong to you?” you ask and produce the bear.

Her eyes light up happily when she sees the toy.

“Thank you so much!” she squeals and grabs it from you.

“Marissa, what did I tell you about answering the door without your mother or me?” you hear her dad say.

You look up and lock eyes with the only person you’ve ever been in love with: Spencer Reid. You two were high school sweethearts back then, and it was clear to everyone at that school that you two were going to end up together for life. You were in love with him so much and wished you could have stayed, but it broke your heart to break up with him.

You have always wanted to be an architect even when you were younger. Your parents got you Legos that you could build houses from, and you’d build all sorts of different houses with different rooms for everything a person could need. When you got to your junior year, you applied to different colleges for architecture which also included colleges outside of the United States. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever get into those colleges but your mother encouraged you to apply.

Four months before graduation, you got an amazing offer to study at UCL in London with the opportunity to be an intern side by side with one of the most famous architects at that time. What an amazing opportunity, your mother told you. Yes, it was but there was one thing holding you back: Spencer.

It started one of the biggest arguments between you two. It lasted for months leading up to graduation. He obviously didn’t want you to go since you’d be in a different country, but he didn’t want to be the only reason why you’d stay. You wanted to go because this would be an amazing opportunity for you, but you didn't want to go because you didn’t want to leave him.

It took months to come to a decision but Spencer convinced you to go. Long-distance relationships never work out for anyone, and you didn't want to put Spencer through the pain of not seeing you every day or being with you. Breaking up with him was and still is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You’ve had a few flings over the years that never meant anything because none of them were him. It took a really long time to stop crying over him. Now, seeing him right in front of you is bringing all those fights, that love, and every conversation you’ve ever had with him back. It’s a bit overwhelming, to be honest, and you step back to ground yourself.

Marissa looks up to see her dad looking at you with the same look you’re giving him.

“You don’t look at Mommy like that,” she observes.

“Why don’t you go inside and play? I’ll be right there,” Spencer says distractedly.

Marissa looks at you and goes inside to play with her teddy bear. Spencer steps outside and closes the front door for some privacy.

“I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.”

This isn’t a good idea. You’re going to start crying because the truth is, and you’ve tried so hard to bury it, you’re still in love with him. If you don’t get out of here quickly, the patch over your heart is going to tear and you’re going to start bleeding all over again.

“I’m sorry. I can’t be here right now. I have to go.”

You turn around and walk down the porch steps, but Spencer jumps toward you.

“Wait.” You turn to face him and he sighs in frustration. “I have to get Marissa to the doctor. How long are you in town for?”

“As long as I want. I’m in between projects right now.”

Maybe the reason why you told him this is for the false hope that you two can resume right where you left off.

“Please don’t leave. Please meet with me for coffee tomorrow morning. You remember Jack’s Cafe, right?” How could you not? It’s the place where you and Spencer had your first date and first kiss. “My number hasn’t changed if you still have it.”

“I do,” you whisper.

He never changed it in hopes that you’d call it. You got home after parting ways with him and cried yourself to sleep. Seeing him again after all these years is reverting your mind back to high school graduation. You’re not much better the next day. When you wake up, you decide you’re not going to meet Spencer and just leave. However, when you look at past messages between the two of you on your phone, he deserves this meeting. You deserve to catch up with him.

You rush into the coffee shop knowing you’re late. Spencer is sitting at the table you two used to sit in every single time you went here.

“I thought you weren't going to show,” he says when you sit across from him.

“Honestly, I almost didn’t.”

Spencer slides a coffee over to you and you catch it to prevent it from falling. Just based on the smell alone, you know he still remembers your coffee order.

“How have you been? Any interesting projects you’ve been on?”

You don’t know if the small talk is good or not. It’s to distract you from the real issue but you welcome the distraction.

“Yeah, I’ve done some work in third-world countries with nonprofit organizations. We’ve built homes for people, homeless shelters, and enclosures for animals who are suffering and endangered.”

“That’s amazing. I’m really happy for you.”

“What about you?”

“I pursued my career in the FBI. I have been a profiler for many years. I’m retired now and get to teach others before they go into the academy.”

“Retired? You’re still so young. What happened?” you ask and sip your coffee.

“I went to prison for a couple of months for a crime I didn’t do. It messed with me mentally so I decided to take a different approach. I’m still involved with the FBI just as a teacher.”

Once you two get into the groove of talking, it’s like no time has passed. You’re laughing and having a good time with him as if you didn’t break his heart all those years ago. You’re falling in love with him all over again.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Just like that, you’re back to how you were feeling before. The laughter dies off and you pick at the ends of your sweater.

“No. I haven’t had a steady relationship since--” You stop yourself from saying it out loud. He understands what you’re trying to say. He reaches over and grabs your hand. As soon as he makes contact with your skin, you quickly pull away from him. “You have a family.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You look happy.”

“Yeah, I am.”

His words tell you one thing but his tone tells you something completely different. There is a longing in his eyes that suggests he would drop everything in his life if it meant he got to be with you.

“I’m really happy for you,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…”

“I shouldn’t have come here. You have a wife and daughter now.” You drop your voice to a whisper. “I’m too late.”

You’re already out the door before Spencer can process your words. Not only was coming to this coffee date a bad idea, but coming back to your hometown where Spencer also lives was an even worse idea. The projects waiting for your involvement will have to come a little earlier than planned.

You hate doing this to Spencer but you write a letter explaining how you feel about him and this whole situation. Once you’re done, you head to his house hoping he isn’t going to be there. You walk up the steps and notice something in the window next to the door. Spencer is sitting on the couch next to his wife and she’s comforting her. About the botched date? About you? About something else?

Damn it. Why did she have to be gorgeous?

You stick the note in the door and swiftly turn to leave. Spencer sniffles and looks up to see your long hair flowing in the wind. At first, he thought he was seeing things but then his brain caught up to the rest of him. By the time he walks out there, you’re already gone. Your note sways to the ground so he picks it up and starts reading it.

Spencer,

I am so sorry for the way we left things all those years ago. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and hurting you was never my intention. I love you with all my heart and wish things had ended differently between us. You have a family now that I never wanted to disturb. I kind of thought by coming back here, I’d be reminded of what’s really important. Seeing you after all these years did just that. I don’t want to hurt you now, but I’m leaving. I’ll be accepting other projects that need me, and you can continue to be with your family. I wish you the very best.

Y/N

Spencer can’t let you go this easily without letting you know how he feels. He tells his wife he’s going over to Derek’s house but ends up going to the biggest airport in the state. It’s the airport that has the most flights coming and going so you have to be here. He doesn’t know which flight you’re going to get on so he buys a ticket for one of them and hope for the best.

He rushes through the entire airport in search of you, wishing you hadn’t gotten on one of the airplanes yet. He’s sweaty and disheveled but determined to find you before you board. He runs around the corner and scans the many gates with people boarding their planes. There at the far end of the building is you. You’re in line to get on the plane.

“Y/N!” Spencer yells.

You don’t hear him and move up in the line. Spencer breaks out in a run in hopes of getting to you in time. You hand the attendant your ticket so she can check you in. She doesn’t question the dried tears on your cheeks as she does. Once finished, you grab your ticket and walk onto the bridge.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Spencer runs past everyone and tries to get onto the bridge but the two attendants posted there prevent him from going in.

“Sir, you need to wait in line like everyone else.”

“Please, I just have to talk to her.”

“Sir, I can’t let you on there without a proper ticket.”

“Y/N!!!” Spencer screams to get your attention, hoping you’re not too far away. He waits agonizingly for you to show up. He’s about to yell again when you come around the corner with tears in your eyes. “Y/N, I need to talk to you.”

“Spencer,” you gasp. You leave the bridge and take him off to the side. People stare but go about their business to give you two some privacy. “What are you doing here?”

“Please don’t leave.”

“But your family--”

“Please don’t leave. I can’t bear to watch you walk away again. I let you go once. I can’t--refuse--to let you walk away again.”

Spencer grabs your face and kisses you like he should have done all those years ago. You get lost in the way he’s making you feel so you kiss him back. It feels so good to feel his lips on yours again. He feels like home. The image of him and his wife pops up in your head, and you pull away from him with tears streaming down your face.

“What about your wife? Your daughter?”

“I don’t know but please don’t leave. I love you.”

He’s only here because of the feelings you drudged up. He was happy before you came back into his life.

“I can’t do this right now. I have to get on the plane.”

“Please don’t get on that plane,” he begs.

“Miss? Are you getting on? We’re taking the last call,” the attendant asks.

“Spencer, I have to get on the plane. They’re waiting for me.” You step away from him even though it kills you to. “You have a family now. Maybe if I never left before, things might have been different. I can’t do that to them.”

You hand your ticket to the attendant even though she allows you to go through. Spencer watches you get on the plane, and the attendant shuts and locks the door behind you. Spencer has a very important choice to make:

Does he go back to his family and pretend this never happened or follow you? Stay with what’s comfortable or follow the one woman who has always made him feel alive? Her or you?

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evansbby · 2 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dad!Ari Levinson x mom!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: wholesome domestic relationship, fluff, slight mention of smut and daddy kink towards the end.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your son, Elio, is scared that his dad won’t come home in time to watch wrestling. Based on this ask/idea.

𝐀/𝐍: So the ask I got really inspired me, and I’ve always wanted to write something sweet and wholesome like this. Also, shoutout to the anon who suggested the name Elio, I really fell in love with it! I hope you guys enjoy this short fic because I super enjoyed writing this and it’s very special to me. <3

“Mommy, where’s Dada?” Your three-year-old son, Elio, looks up at you, his blue eyes wide as saucers. He’s very well-spoken for his age, but with a cute baby lisp that thickens when he’s worried, distressed or concerned. His chubby little thumbs twiddle together, lips pursed before he raises his arms up, indicating that he wants to be held.

“Oh, baby, don’t worry! Daddy’s gonna be home soon.” You scoop him up, resting his tiny form on your hip as he fists the material of your dress with his little hands. When you see his lower lip wobble, see him bravely blinking away tears, you feel your heart breaking at the sight; and you can’t help but rain about a million kisses on his face, “Elio, baby, daddy’s probably driving home right now.”

Shakily, Elio points at the TV, “B-But wrestling gonna start!”

You can’t help but smile at how smart your baby is – he has no idea about time but he knows exactly when his favourite show starts. It’s because Ari makes it a point to watch wrestling with Elio every weekend, and Elio loves hanging out with his dad more than just about anything else. Food, ice cream, Legos, videos – all of it gets abandoned the moment your husband walks through the front door.

“It’s okay if he misses the first five minutes of wrestling, honey. I’m sure you can fill daddy in on what he misses.” You say softly, smoothing your son’s hair back and feeling another pang in your chest when his eyes start to well up.

“Daddy gonna miss it!” Elio wails, not understanding you completely as you try and swipe his tears away. His attachment to Ari is extremely cute to watch, but it also has its downsides. Despite being only three, you already know that Elio has set routines that he likes to follow. Whether that be eating cut up melon for breakfast, or running outside in the grass barefoot while mommy hangs up the washing, or watching wrestling with his dad.

Which is why you’re currently praying to God that Ari walks in through the door any second now because otherwise you’d have a very unhappy baby in your arms. And you hate to see Elio unhappy – he’s the absolute apple of your eye, and Ari’s too. As your only child (up until next month, anyways) you both dote on him more than anything.

Elio glances back at the television before looking at you, lower lip quivering again and tears threatening to spill at the very idea of having to watch wrestling alone. But a sigh of relief hums past your lips when you hear the familiar footsteps, the jangling of keys; Elio’s head whipping over to look just in time as the door opens and Ari steps inside.

“DADA!” Elio yells happily, and you’re momentarily forgotten as your son clambers in your arms, stiffening his body as a way to indicate that he wants you to let him go. You gently release him and off he goes, like a little rocket launching himself across the room, running as fast as his tiny little legs can carry him. “DADDY, YOU MISSED WRESTLING – ALMOST!”

“Hey, little man!” Ari’s on his knees immediately, holding his arms out and happily catching Elio as he runs into his father at lightning-fast pace. And he’s immediately raining his little boy’s face with kisses, and you feel like your heart’s going to explode at the wholesome sight. It’s crazy how alike they look, so unmistakably father and son in both looks and mannerisms – both loud, both stubborn, both so full of energy.

“You almost miss wrestling, daddy!” Elio repeats as Ari picks him up and stands to his full height, and your baby laughs when his dad tickles his ribs lightly.

“Wrestling? You know I’d never miss that, Elio. That’s our special show.” Ari says softly, pulling Elio’s cheek and making him smile.

“Mommy said you miss it. Not me!” Elio sticks his chin out proudly and both you and Ari burst out laughing, your husband finally casting his beautiful blue eyes onto you.

“Oh yeah? Well mommy should know me better by now.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Well, daddy should call or at least text that he’s gonna be late.”

It only takes his long legs two strides to reach you, and with one arm holding Elio, his other arm slips around your waist, pulling you close as he leans down to press his lips to yours. “Sorry, baby,” He whispers against your lips, “Forgive me?”

How can you not, when he looks so sexy yet adorable at the same time? Brown hair curling at the base of his neck, wayward strands falling down his forehead; perfectly framing those gorgeous blue eyes that match Elio’s. You can’t help but peck Ari’s lips again – they look so pink and soft and kissable, and you’ve missed him. You miss him all the time, practically as much as Elio does.

You smile as you remember early in your relationship, when it had been you acting like an excitable toddler, running to Ari when he’d come back from his business trips, launching yourself into his arms and him spinning you around and around, his lips and hands everywhere, peeling your clothes off before you’d even reached the bedroom.

That passion still lived on in your relationship, the proof was your belly – round with his baby that was due next month. And that’s where Ari’s hand goes next, cupping your belly proudly as he holds you close. Elio’s squirming in his arms, craning his neck to see if wrestling has started yet (it hasn’t.)

“How’s my baby girl?” Ari asks you softly, and you feel shivers when he says it.

“She was super active today, kicking around so much that I think she tired herself out. I think she’s sleeping now.” You try to keep focused on your words but it’s hard when Ari’s softly stroking your bump in the way that he is.

“Damn. It’s a good thing I’m off tomorrow, I miss feeling her kicks.”

“You work too much, baby.”

He sighs, “I know.”

He kisses you again, deeper this time as his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. You nuzzle into his touch, loving how safe and loved he makes you feel. His tongue massages yours gently, quickening the pace of the kiss and you sigh softly, nothing could break you apart from him…

… Except a toddler determined to watch his favourite show.

“Dada! Wrestling!” Elio clambers, your sensitive little boy ready to cry once more, thinking his daddy’s forgotten about him or something.

“Okay, bud, let’s go!” Ari swings Elio forward, lightly throwing him up in the air before catching him – it’s something he does a lot and Elio loves it, but it scares you to death each time he does it. You watch happily as Ari settles down on the couch with Elio snug on his knee, the television already blaring with the sound of wrestling – aka their favourite show.

You join them fifteen minutes later with a plate of apple slices for Elio – he already had his lunch earlier – and a full plate of food for Ari. You’ve painstakingly made all his favourites, and as it was the weekend, Ari was meant to be home in time for lunch where you’d all have sat on the table and eaten together. But lately, work’s been keeping your husband very busy.

“LOOK!” Elio shrieks, jumping to his feet on the couch and pointing excitably at the screen, where his favourite wrestler is currently body-slamming the life out of the bad guy. “Daddy, look! Body slam!”

“He knows the names of all the moves,” You comment, laughing in a mix of awe and adoration at your son.

“Of course, he does.” Ari replies, “He’s practically a pro himself. Watch this. Hey Elio, show mommy how you do your Superman punch.”

Elio is all too excited to show you, circling his chubby arm as if winding it up before throwing the cutest punch you’ve ever seen in your life, his tiny fist hitting Ari straight in the gut. And Ari really does the most with his response, doubling over, coughing and wretching as he clutches at his abs in mock pain.

“God, buddy, you been working on that punch?” He asks, and Elio nods proudly; Ari lets out a low whistle, “You’re growing stronger by the day, Elio.”

Elio puffs up his chest in glee, “Gonna be strong like you, daddy! Wanna grow up to be a wrestler just like you!”

Ari ruffles his son’s hair fondly before glancing up at you, “He thinks I’m a wrestler. Like he genuinely thinks that’s my job.”

You giggle in pure amusement, “Well, I’m not too surprised, I’m pretty sure ‘wrestler’ is one of the only jobs Elio knows about. Along with, like, ‘teacher’ and ‘postman.’” You can’t help but reach out and twine a strand of Ari’s hair around your finger, loving how it curls at the ends. “And you are beefy like a wrestler, plus you love to manhandle me, so…”

Ari rolls his eyes, “You love it.”

At some point, you leave to do the dishes and some other chores. By the time you return, wrestling is finished and Elio’s somehow managed to get all 6 foot 6 inches of Ari pinned on the floor, throwing more punches at his chest while Ari alternates between feigning pain and roaring with laughter.

Your heart lurches when you see your son clamber up the sofa, attempting to jump off it and straight on top of his dad.

“Elio, baby, please be careful!”

Of course, your fearless baby jumps off without a care in the world, but Ari catches him perfectly – only to take five more punches from Elio straight to the gut. After that, your son deems that daddy has had enough, and goes in for the pin. You count it: 1, 2, 3…

“Elio wins!” You cheer, and your little boy is beside himself with joy, clapping and squealing as you and Ari both cover his face with celebratory kisses.

He’s almost out cold for his nap not twenty minutes later, head tucked on Ari’s shoulder as your husband carries him up the stairs to his room with you falling into step beside him.

“Can we go exploring in the garden tomorrow, daddy?” Elio asks sleepily, sucking on his thumb and causing his little voice to come out muffled.

“Well, that depends, little man. Are you scared of the garden snake?”

Elio yawns, his pudgy fists rubbing his eyes and cheeks, “Noooo, mama said garden snake’s not real.”

“It’s not,” You say, jabbing Ari with your elbow before adding in softly: “You better stop scaring your son right before his nap.”

“Alright, alright. There’s no garden snake.” Ari kisses Elio’s cheek as your baby relaxes even more in his daddy’s arms, just about ready to slip into dreamland.

“If there was, I’d uppercut it.” Elio mumbles before finally drifting off to sleep.

“It’s crazy how much he looks and acts like you.” You comment quietly as Ari gently tucks Elio into bed before joining you in the hallway.

“Our baby girl’s gonna look exactly like you.” Ari replies confidently, his hand returning to your belly how it always seems to. It’s like he’s obsessed with touching you there. It was a problem early on in your pregnancy because you still hadn’t told anyone but Ari kept making it obvious by stroking your belly.

“I’m not so sure, since I have your super genes to contend with.” You stand up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, hand cupping his bearded jaw softly. It’s crazy how much you love him, how badly you want him, how your want for him has only increased with the passing of time.

Ari deepens the kiss, hands running up and down your arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Finally, it’s like he can’t take it anymore when he reaches down to hook his strong arms underneath your thighs, lifting you up with his lips still attached to yours. You love that even when you’re eight months pregnant, he still makes you feel so tiny compared to him.

“Baby, have I told you how hot you look when you’re pregnant?” His voice has gone all deep, husky. You know what’s coming next.

You giggle, “Only about a thousand times. You also kept saying it when I was expecting Elio.”

He presses his forehead against yours, “Mm, remind me why I took so long to get you pregnant a second time? I must’ve been crazy because you look so beautiful like this.”

“I think you just have a kink for pregnant women.”

“I have a kink for pregnant you.”

Ari squeezes your ass through your dress, making you squeal loudly before pressing your lips together, glancing over your husband’s shoulder to ensure Elio is still fast asleep.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You have me pregnant for about another month, so you better take advantage of it, daddy.”

Ari growls, head dipping down as he nips and kisses up your neck, tongue peaking out and trailing up your jaw and finally to your lips, “Oh honey, you don’t have to ask me twice.”

THE END

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littlespacereader · 1 month

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Sorry for the long awaited 10th Doctor fic. I won’t lie, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to write. That’s when I came across this gif! My favorite duo! The Doctor Donna duo! They always had such a fun dynamic in the show that I said to myself “what if they were the reader’s Caregivers?” So please enjoy this cute fic!!

Who Broke The Vase?🏺💙

Caregiver! 10th Doctor, Caregiver! Donna Nobel, & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - hurt/comfort, DoctorDonna duo are the cutest, stuffie, broken glass, mention of violence at the end (just playful banter no worries), hugs and forehead kisses

Nicknames - Mama for Donna, Papa for The Doctor, space boy for The Doctor, munchkin, little one, little rose, darling

“Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?” Donna grabbed her purse off the counter top and looked over at me.

“Of course! You’re just going around the corner to the Tardis. I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sir Teddy the second to watch me.” I gestured to the stuffie on my left.

I was sitting in the living room, legos spread throughout the floor. I was making the coolest building for Mama when we both heard the sound of the Tardis in the distance.

The Tardis meant Papa was home! He always brings me the coolest gifts or even better he takes Mama and I on the coolest adventures! I wonder what it’s going to be this time.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon with Papa. Don’t you or Sir Teddy the second do anything stupid while I’m gone.” She joked with a wink.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, “We won’t.”

She walked over and placed a kiss to the top of my head and one to Teddy’s head before she left out the front door. “Love you munchkin. Be back soon.”

“Love you too Mama!” I called back to her before the door closed.

The Doctor Donna duo were the farthest thing from a couple. They are what you like to call platonic soulmates. On one of their adventures they met me and were extremely kind and compassionate about my regression.

They surprised me one day and said they would be my Caregivers, not as a couple but as two separate Caregivers both wanting to love and protect me. What more could a Little ask for?

I played with my legos for a little bit but I couldn’t really focus on them. I was so curious to what Papa had been up to since he left. Maybe he found a new alien race? Maybe he solved world peace on another planet? Maybe he saved another spaceship?

Wait! I looked into the kitchen at the fridge. At the very top of the fridge is the picture of the Tardis I drew with a magnet on top to hold it in place. And this isn’t just any drawing! I drew this one especially for Papa!

It’s Mama, Papa and I on the beach with the Tardis resting under an umbrella. Papa would find the Tardis to be so silly! He would absolutely love it!

So onto my feet and off to the kitchen with Teddy I ran! Except when I got to the fridge I had a problem…the drawing was at the vvvveeeerrrrrryyyy top of the fridge and was hard to grab, even on my tippy toes.

This was a problem, but not one I couldn’t figure out. First step was getting something to stand on. Mama has a step stool somewhere…Ah ha! In the pantry!

I grabbed the step stool and brought it to the front of the fridge. But even at the top step it wasn’t enough! Now we had to result to drastic measures. Holding onto the fridge handle with one hand and Teddy with the other, I swung him in the hopes that he would hit the picture and knock it loose.

I hit and hit and hit and with one final swing, the magnet fell and my picture slowly started to drift down. But I also hit something else…

Teddy’s leg managed to snag the handle of the white and blue vase at the top of the fridge. Teddy’s leg snagged it and threw it off the top, shattering it on the floor below.

I stood there on the step stool in total shock. My heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through my mind. One thought stuck and stayed, I am in so much trouble.

I’ve never been in big trouble with my Caregivers before. What were they going to be like? Angry, loud, frustrated?!

Tears started to fall down my face as my beautiful picture landed near the mess. What was I going to do? Was there enough time to clean this mess? Maybe Mama wouldn’t notice the vase missing.

But soon I heard Papa and Mama’s voice in the distance. I couldn’t think, I was just starting to panic. I just started to run, leaving the mess and my picture behind. I grabbed Teddy and ran upstairs to the safety of my room.

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The Doctor swung the door open with his usual grin on his face, “Y/N! I’m home!!”

But instead of seeing his little one run as fast as they could over to him, he was met with a silence. Strange…Y/N is usually happy to see him.

Donna scooted past him and walked into the house worried, “Y/N? Y/N?!” Where had their Little gone?

Donna searched the living room finding the legos left abandoned. The Doctor searched around for any sign of the Little. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Donna? Did you have something white and blue made out of glass?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?” Donna joined the Doctor in the kitchen as they looked over the mess.

Pieces of glass surrounded the fridge and the step stool. On top of the mess laid the picture Y/N had drawn for the Doctor.

The Doctor picked it up and smiled at the picture. He always loved all of Y/N creations. This one was especially funny to him.

“Doesn’t take Sherlock Homes to figure out what happened here.” The Doctor joked.

“You think they’re okay? Maybe they got hurt?” Donna looked around the room frantically.

“No, no, I think they’re okay. If they were hurt they would’ve ran to us right away. I think the accident just scared them.” The Doctor said looking over the pieces. “What was this anyway?”

“It was a vase my mum bought me. I never really liked it but she insisted I have it to lighten up the room. But she doesn’t know that glass and Littles usually don’t mix.” She laughed.

“You’re right about that.” The Doctor stood up and looked to the stairs. “We better see if they’re alright.”

“Hold on just a minute their space boy,” she grabbed his arm. “We need to be on the same page with this. No good Papa, mean mama routine anymore.”

“Well, it was just a vase. One you didn’t even like that much.” He pointed out.

Donna rolled her eyes, “The vase doesn’t matter. What matters is they could’ve gotten serious hurt while we were gone. That’s what we need to focus on with them. Just, follow my lead with this and don’t be mister good guy.”

“I’m not always Mister good guy! I’m stern.”

Donna just riled her head and gave him a look, a look that said ‘you’re the biggest softie there is’. He sighed, “Alright.” He pocketed the drawing before following Donna upstairs.

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And with that the two made their way up stairs. They immediately went into Y/N’s room, their door was wide open but they were missing from the room.

The Doctor Donna duo was about to leave when they heard soft sniffling and sobs from the closet. The Doctor’s hearts and Donna’s singular heart broke hearing the upset Little.

The Doctor carefully opened the closet door and couched down. There in the back of the closet clutching their stuffie sat Y/N, tears running down their face as they cowered away. “I’m sorry! I’m sowry!!”

“Awwww, Y/N it’s alright. Papa and Mama are not angry. Come here, we just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” The Doctor said holding a hand out for them.

But they didn’t move from their spot. They just shook their head, “ ‘m fine.” They said with a broken voice.

Donna took a seat on the ground next to the Doctor, “I know you’re fine darling but Mama is so worried about her little rose. Could you come out so I can make sure my rose isn’t missing a petal?”

The Doctor smiled at Donna, knowing she would only save such a nickname for someone as special as Y/N. Her soft and gentle voice started to relax Y/N a bit. They crawled out of their spot and over to Donna who held her arms out to them. Y/N was then wrapped into Donna arms, getting a big comforting hug from her.

“There we are. You’re okay my little rose. You’re okay.” She whispered as she rocked them back and forth in her arms. Y/N turned and buried their face against her shoulder.

Now, let’s have a look at your arms,” The Doctor leaned over and lifted their arm high up then back down. “Alright this one looks to be okay!”

“And now let’s look at the right arm,” the Doctor did the same thing, overly lifting their arm then bringing it back down. “Everything look alright with me Captain.” The Doctor winked to Donna.

“Thank you sergeant.” She winked back. “We can’t have our best soldier getting hurt now can we?” That brought a small smile to Y/N face.

“Now let’s check on Sir Teddy the Second. Would you mind lifting his left paw?” The Doctor asked.

Y/N had stopped crying, watching the two with amusement as they first examined them then Teddy, making sure they were both okay.

Once the two Caregivers had settled their Little down, it was time to ask the big questions. “What happened to you and Teddy? Why did you leave the living room?”

Y/N expression dropped hearing that they could maybe be in trouble again. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to!” They began panicking again.

The Doctor took their hand in his right away. “No, no, no, we’re not angry! We were so worried about you. We thought the worst that maybe you got hurt or cut by the glass.”

Donna wrapped an arm around them, “Darling you know I didn’t like the vase Nan got us. That’s not an excuse to break it, but the vase is not what matters. You’re what matters to me.”

The Doctor decided to help, “Was it to get this beautiful picture for me?” He held the picture in his arms.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah I wanted to give Papa the picture with the Tardis.” They leaned over and pointed on the Tardis under the umbrella. “See, we’re all at the beach and the tardis is resting under the umbrella.”

The Doctor chuckled, “That is hilarious. I could just picture the Tardis resting under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful picture!” He smiled at the picture. But his eyes soon caught Donna’s serious ones.

He cleared his throat and continued on, “But while it is a beautiful photo. It’s not something that should put you in danger.”

“It was at the top of the fridge! I wanted to get it before you came home. So I used Teddy to get it and….the vase fell.” They tried to explain.

“Yessss but you could’ve asked me to grab it before he saw it in the kitchen.” Donna reminded.

“Oh…yeah…” Wow, that all made sense.

The two Caregivers couldn’t help but laugh. “Listen, I think you learned your lesson. Just never do something dangerous like that again please. If you need help with something always ask Papa or me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll never do it again.” They shook their head.

Donna and the Doctor smiled then placed a loving kiss to the top of their head. “Then all is forgive darling.”

The three stood up but immediately Y/N put their arms up and made grabby hands at the Doctor. His face lit up as he picked the Little up and into his arms.

“There we are. Now, let’s see the present Papa brought home for you!”

“Present?!” Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Straight from 45 BC Rome! You know I met Julius Caesar when I was there?”

“Reallly?! Wooooowwwww! Did you warn him he was about to get stabbed in the back?”

“What?! No! I couldn’t tell him that! It could change history as we know it!”

“That isn’t being a nice friend though.”

“Stabbing him in the back is not being a nice friend, I’m just protecting history.”

Donna couldn’t help but smirk at the two antics. Whether the Doctor liked it or not he was truly a softie when it came to his Little Y/N. But she wasn’t the stern one her mother expected her to be either.

Just like the vase she was breaking the model of what it meant to be a good parent or in this case a good Caregiver.

“I agree darling I don’t think the Doctor was being a good friend.”

The Doctor turned around shocked, “You two?! I can’t win can I?”

Y/N and Donna smiled, “Nope!” They both said together.

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Several Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @hippolotamus @cal-daisies-and-briars @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @daffi-990 and @wikiangela thank you friends!!!

This snippet is still in the editing phases and is subject to change but have a tsunami! The timeline is jumping all over the show when I write this but I've been ITCHING to write the tsunami for so long so here goes! Snippet below the cut because she's a long one

Buck reaches the toy stall just as the wave breaches the front of the pier, engulfing the spot where they’d been sitting moments earlier. He all but throws Christopher and Lily into the stall and instructs them to hold tight to each other before turning to Carrie.

She’s fallen behind and he can see her chest heaving as she pants, her small body struggling to push itself the final few steps. There’s a loud roaring in his ears, from the approaching wave or from the insurmountable panic that’s threatening to overtake him as he watches his daughter try outrun a fucking tsunami, he's not sure.

“Carrie, run!!” Buck screams, reaching out his hand to her. He wants to run to her so badly, to scoop her into his arms and protect her forever but he can’t leave Lily and Christopher and she’s so close. Her little fingertips close around his hand and he yanks her towards him, depositing her on the floor next to her sister and Christopher. Buck vaults over the wall of the toy stall, capturing one final glimpse of the churning water rushing towards them. The wood of the pier splinters and cracks as it’s torn to shreds by the unrelenting current and Buck watches in horror as people, small enough to look like Lego figures, get consumed by the water.

“Daddy I’m scared!” Lily cries, reaching out and grasping onto Buck’s shirt as he tucks himself into the corner of the stall, back to the shelves. He draws all three children close, holding onto them for dear life. Carrie clings to Buck’s arm hard, her hold tight enough to leave a bruise. He hopes it does, it’ll be something to remind him of her if they don’t all make it out.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, just hang on tight,” he reassures the kids, hoping he sounds a lot more confident than he feels. The rushing is getting louder and the floor beneath them is vibrating like mad. Buck kisses Lily’s head, then Carrie’s, the Christopher’s.

“It’s okay,” he repeats. “I’ve got you, I love you, it’s gonna be okay, we’re gonna be –“

All the air escapes Buck’s lungs as the wave slams into the stall, knocking into them like a freight train.

Everything around him is swirling, gloomy, water, the current tossing him from side to side. The only thing in his brain is “protect the kids, protect the kids” and he clings tight to the small bundles in his arms as he kicks madly, trying to reach the surface.

The water picks him up and tosses him against a solid object, a building maybe? His arms instinctively open as his back folds around the contours of the object and he whacks his head. Dazed and confused, Buck paddles hard, clawing and fighting his way to the shimmering light above him.

He’s focused purely on survival as his lungs scream at him that he needs air, now. There had been something so important he needed to do just before the wave hit but he can’t remember what it was. Had he been holding something? Everything is foggy. All he knows is if he doesn’t breathe now, he’s gonna pass out.

The first breath of oxygen as Buck’s head breaks the surface is like being reborn, the beautiful air flooding his lungs and he gasps it in over and over, like a starving man eating for the first time in years. He can dimly see a string of lights above him and he grabs onto them, gripping tightly as the water rushes around him, trying to pull him away. With each gasp of air, his brain slowly comes back online, synapses firing a million times a minute.

Buck tries to remember how he got here. The back of his head throbs hard and he realises he must have hit it, accounting for the sudden confusion. He wracks his brain, thinking back on the morning. Eddie had been at his house that morning, he can’t quite remember why, he remembers eating waffles for breakfast, and then he’d ended up here? It suddenly clicks. Lily had wanted to show Christopher the big stuffed bear she’d been wanting to win for ages, and it wasn’t until all 3 kids had turned to him, eyes big and pleading, that Buck had relented and driven the kids to the pier.

A thrill of fear shoots through Buck, his blood turning to ice, as he suddenly remembers. The kids. He looks around madly, trying to see anything through the white, bubbling foam of the water but it’s no use. He can’t see them.

They’re gone.

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As both a gamer and someone who has constantly been comparing his life with that of Lego ninja people for the past year, I am so excited that ninjago is being released in fortnite. And the fact that they have General Vex being the enemy and no one seems to know who he is, is giving me a bit of an ego. While I do wish it were garmadon or morro, or someone more interesting, it’s still amazing to see ninjago finally get some recognition from the main stream.

Any time I finish watching a show or anime, demon slayer, the office, especially attack on titan, as it just ended, there’s a huge fanbase with art, memes, and everything, and all of it has hundreds of thousands if not millions of likes and views. But the actual hardcore ninjago fanbase is really small compared to others imo. And I wish that wasn’t the case. Hopefully this is a first step in bringing ninjago back into the spotlight, like what happened when the movie was released.

I believe Fanbases make or break a show and the ninjago one is amazing. Thats the main reason I’m still a huge fan. My Hero Academia for example, I might of considered watching a while ago, but the fanbase is just so weird for the most part, that I probably will never watch it. I just hope that ninjago continues to gain traction and as the fanbase grows, so too will the show, and the community.

#ninjago #lego ninjago

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: our kitchen | lhc

summary | moving in with your boyfriend is a great idea—just don't forget to ask him if he knows how to build furniture (or how to build anything, really).

genre | fluff, a bit of unseriousness

wc | 1.1k

a/n: the glimo digipack jeno pc i bought shipped 💪 anyways shocked im managing to post before 12am in my timezone (and semi proud of myself?) anyways, i hope you enjoy !!

THERE WERE MANY THINGS you were looking forward to when you and your boyfriend decided to move in together.

Apartment searching had been at the top of that list. It seemed so…idyllic, walking through empty rooms and imagining what pieces of furniture would go where. Sitting at a restaurant and discussing pricing, location, what you needed and didn’t care for—and, of course, being able to even discuss that with someone. Plus, you and Donghyuck had nearly identical tastes in housing, so it had been a breeze finding what you needed.

Of course, after that, there was the cheesy couple stuff you’d both watched your friends do, time and time again. Donghyuck had been insistent on doing dumb photoshoots in the vacant rooms and taking a picture of you two holding the keys to your new home. He’d even made you think up a witty caption together, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget the smug face he made as he pressed the ‘post’ button.

After that came time for you both to pack up your old apartments. It was a lot easier for him than it was for you, as he had multiple roommates, so most of his stuff was only in his room. You, however, had glassware to wrap and sofas to sell, so your packing experience took much longer than his. Donghyuck, in his excitement, helped every step of the way, doing essentially all the heavy lifting (which you were very thankful for).

Then, you had to get furniture.

Initially, you thought that would be the most exciting part of your move. And, to an extent, it was; you must’ve spent hours in miscellaneous furniture stores around town, sitting on possible couches and inspecting about a million refrigerators. You’d bought pretty much everything you needed, and most of it was under your budget, so your pockets weren’t hurting much, either.

Furniture, most of the time, needed to be put together. And, not wanting to waste money, you and Donghyuck mutually agreed that you’d assemble everything yourselves, rather than hiring a bunch of people to do it for you.

That was fine, seriously. You’d assembled mostly all of the furniture in your old apartment, and you figured Donghyuck had probably put a few things in his lifetime.

Wrong. He hadn’t. In fact, he’d never even looked at an instruction manual before he handed his buildable stuff off to Jeno. Even when he was a kid, he had no interest in legos or building blocks—Lee Donghyuck hadn’t built a thing in his life.

Which leads you to right now. So far, you’d put together the TV stand, your bed frame, and two nightstands you’d bought off the internet, all by yourself. Initially, you’d thought that he’d at least be able to help you through reading out directions and handing you things, but that might’ve been silly of you. With Donghyuck’s inability to keep his mouth shut—this trait was helpful, most of the time—he found joy in twisting directions and handing you the wrong things.

To be fair, the antics had been funny and almost endearing at first, but, now, you want your constant building to be over. Of course, you can only get him out of the apartment ever so often, which means he’ll be right next to you until you finish building this desk.

“I don’t get these instructions,” he said, snatching up the pamphlet from next to you. He was pushing you to your limits today, pressing every visible button and sprinkling salt into every wound. Donghyuck was lucky you loved him as much as you did. “Why aren’t there any words? It’s just confusing pictures.”

Putting down your screwdriver, you snatched the directions out of his hands, returning them to where you could see them. “They’re not confusing when you start from the beginning.”

“Whatever,” he hummed, leaning his head on your shoulder. For the whole time you’d been building the desk, he’d sat right next to you, periodically nudging you or laying on you in an attempt to get attention. “So, where is this going? Did we decide mutually or was it a decision you made?”

Sighing, you went back to lining up the desk’s legs with the appropriate screw-holes, wrenching them to the base-wood with as much force as you could muster.

“Bedroom.”

“Oh, really? I heard working in your bedroom can hurt your sleep schedule. Are you sure we don’t have anywhere else to put it?”

“Pretty sure.”

Unfortunately, Donghyuck had already pulled up an article about the subject, beginning to read it aloud for his personal enjoyment. “Working in the bedroom establishes unhealthy associations between your bed and work, making it difficult to mentally disconnect when you’re trying to fall asleep. Additionally—”

“Hyuck. My favorite person. Love of my life. Boyfriend,” you finally said, dropping the screwdriver once again. As kindly as you could, you took him by the chin and raised his head. Donghyuck looked a bit confused, staring at you with an air-headed look that you loved a lot.

“What’s up?”

“Please, for the love of god, shut up. Just until I finish this.”

He frowned at that, grabbing your wrist and lifting you off the floor with him. “All you’ve done for this entire week is build. I get wanting to be done with this, or whatever, but take a break for a bit,” he said, dragging you into the living room. You offered little resistance, knowing that, once you’d stopped, you wouldn’t want to go back to it.

“Finish it tomorrow. Let’s go out to dinner and do something fun instead of sitting in our kitchen messing with a pile of wood.”

He turned to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders. You smiled at him, feeling a bit giddy now.

“Our kitchen,” you repeated, dragging him into a hug.

“Our apartment.”

Even if he’d driven you to the brink of insanity this week, he was still your beloved Lee Donghyuck, your beloved boyfriend, and, now, your beloved roommate. You would enter a new era of your life, side-by-side, moving through the years together. Even if you had to build all the furniture in your shared apartment.

“Okay, we can go to dinner,” you agreed, half-pulling away from him. “Or, we could make dinner together. In our kitchen.”

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