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Unspoken

10th Doctor x Reader

Description: The Doctor has secret feelings for the reader but will he get to confess them in time? (So Much Angst, Fluff, also SAD, mentions Torture )

Features: Capitain Jack Harkness

Word Count- 3,464

The Doctor paced around the console of the TARDIS, running his fingers over the knobs and levers, his usual energy a little less chaotic than usual. He was distracted, his eyes flicking occasionally to the door leading to the small corridor. He was waiting. For what? For you. For something.

The truth was, the Doctor had been feeling something for a while now. Something that was both utterly foreign to him and utterly obvious to everyone else. Everyone but you, that is. Captain Jack Harkness had noticed first. He’d seen the way the Doctor’s eyes lingered on you just a little too long, the way his voice softened whenever he spoke your name, the way his hands seemed to twitch when he was near you.

Jack had been all too eager to point it out. One night, after an adventure on a volcanic planet, when everyone had returned to the TARDIS, Jack had pulled the Doctor aside.

“Mate,” Jack had said with a grin, leaning against the console, “you’ve got it bad.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” the Doctor had replied, his voice a little too high-pitched, too quick. It had made Jack raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, don’t try to fool me,” Jack had chuckled. “It’s so obvious. You fancy Y/N.”

The Doctor had turned away, hiding his face behind the TARDIS console, trying to act nonchalant, but his hearts had been hammering. “I don’t—” he’d begun, only to stop short, his usual bravado slipping away. The truth was, he didn’t know what was going on. The feelings had come so unexpectedly, so out of nowhere, and he was still figuring out how to deal with them. But Jack wasn’t having any of it. He kept pushing.

“Okay listen, you don’t know how long you have with Y/N. Do you really want to regret not having said anything?” Jack said in a more serious tone. The Doctor paused looking at Jack, thinking about what he’d said a little longer.

If he was honest with himself, he was terrified. Terrified of how vulnerable he would be if he let himself fall for you. Terrified of the idea of losing someone again. He’d seen so many people die, and the thought of losing you too—someone who had come to mean so much to him—was too much to bear.

He had avoided it, brushed it aside, and pretended that everything was fine. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t.

—————

You stopped just inside the door, hands still gripping the edges of the wooden frame. Both men turned toward you, Jack’s mouth slightly open as if he’d been caught in the middle of saying something. The Doctor, on the other hand, looked like he’d been shot with a stun gun. His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and something else — something you couldn't quite place.

"What's wrong?" you asked, your voice light, but something in your gut told you that there was more to the silence than you could see.

Before either could respond, a harsh, shrill alarm cut through the tension like a blade. Red lights flashed urgently above, casting the room in a frantic glow. The Doctor spun around to the console, his fingers dancing over the buttons with practiced haste.

“Not now! This is so typical,” he muttered under his breath, but you could see the urgency in his movements, the way his brow furrowed with determination. “Jack, help me with this!” His voice snapped into command mode, but you could still feel the strain beneath it.

Jack didn’t need telling twice. His long strides took him to the other side of the console, where he quickly began scanning readings on the monitors. “It’s not good, Doctor. Something’s wrong with the core systems. This isn’t just a malfunction. It’s like someone’s tampered with the TARDIS itself.”

The Doctor shot a quick glance at you, his eyes briefly softening as they met yours, though there was something flickering in them — hesitation? But then it was gone, replaced by the familiar urgency that only the Doctor could exude.

“Right,” the Doctor said, snapping out of whatever momentary distraction had taken over him. “We need to get to the source of the problem, but we need to move quickly.” The panic in his voice was enough to send a cold chill through you. “What happened?”

“It’s a trap,” Jack said, his voice low but clear. “The TARDIS is being pulled somewhere. It’s... it’s diverting all its energy to stop us from escaping. Whatever’s out there is targeting you.”

You felt the weight of his words settle on your chest. "Targeting me?"

The Doctor didn’t say a word as he looked at you, His face twisted in frustration as he slapped a few more buttons, trying to correct the course, but the ship wasn’t responding.

A cold knot formed in your stomach as you exchanged a look with Jack, who was already pulling on his jacket, ready to spring into action. The Doctor turned sharply to you, his expression no longer playful or teasing. This was the Doctor on a mission, focused and serious. “We don’t have time for questions now. We’ve got a life to save—yours included, I’d wager.”

You nodded, already bracing yourself for what was to come. It had been a wild ride with these two, but somehow, this felt different. You didn’t know how you knew, but something told you that whatever was out there waiting for you, it wasn’t going to be just another adventure.

"Right," you said, steeling yourself, "let’s go save the universe, then."

The Doctor shot a grin at you—small, almost unrecognizable, but there—and then he turned back to the controls.

The TARDIS landed with a violent jolt, the kind that meant trouble. The Doctor barely had time to flip the stabilizers before the familiar hum of the time ship was replaced by an eerie silence. Too quiet. Outside, the planet was shrouded in an unnatural fog, a dull, metallic scent clinging to the air.

“Brilliant,” Jack Harkness muttered, stepping out behind the Doctor and you. “Because mysterious planets that forcefully drag us in are always a good sign.”

The Doctor adjusted his coat, his face unusually serious. “Something wanted us here,” he murmured. “More specifically, something wanted you here.” His dark eyes met yours, concern etched in the creases of his brow.

You swallowed hard. “Why me?”

Jack smirked. “Oh, come on, sweetheart, it’s always the pretty ones they want.” But even his usual flirtatious tone couldn’t mask the unease beneath.

The three of you wandered through the dense fog, your boots sinking slightly into damp, mossy terrain. Strange shapes loomed in the distance—massive, skeletal remains of creatures that looked long extinct. The atmosphere crackled with an unnatural energy, sending shivers down your spine.

Then it happened.

The ground beneath you lurched violently, splitting apart as shadowy figures emerged from the mist. Before the Doctor or Jack could react, a cold, metallic claw wrapped around your arm. You screamed as you were yanked backward, your body dragged through the air like a ragdoll.

“NO!” The Doctor’s voice was raw with panic as he lunged, but a barrier of electric-blue energy slammed between you and him, knocking him to the ground. Jack fired his vortex blaster, but the shots ricocheted uselessly off the shimmering field.

The last thing you saw before everything went black was the Doctor’s horrified expression as he pounded against the energy field, his voice breaking as he yelled “Y/N! HOLD ON”

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When you woke up, you wished you hadn’t.

You were strapped to a cold metal slab, harsh white lights burning into your retinas. Strange, insect-like creatures loomed over you, their translucent, veined skin pulsating with eerie bioluminescence. Their fingers were tipped with razor-sharp instruments, and their multifaceted eyes gleamed with something cruel.

“Subject is pure human,” one of them hissed in a language that somehow slithered directly into your mind. “Perfect for extraction.”

Your blood ran cold.

“Extraction of what?” you spat, struggling against your restraints.

Another creature stepped forward, taller than the rest, its voice smoother, more calculated. “Your DNA will fuel our rise. We need a steady supply to create the ultimate biological weapon—one that will wipe this planet clean of opposition. A war born from your suffering.”

Your stomach twisted in horror. They weren’t just planning to kill you. They were planning to drain you slowly, keeping you alive just long enough to milk every last piece of genetic material from your body.

As if to drive the point home, a searing pain shot through your arm as a thick needle was driven into your vein. You screamed, the agony unlike anything you had ever felt.

“You won’t get away it with” Your raspy voice spat out. “The Doctor, Jack. They’ll find you” you looked and the emotionless creatures before you.

“It’s too late, the process has already begun. The Rise Has Started” before you could say another word another sharp pain struck your arm, You felt it in your core you let out another gut retching cry.

Panic started to spread over you. Your body was getting more weak, More cold. You screamed for the Doctor, for Jack. Anyone who could hear but you knew it was useless. You were completely helpless.

With a last sharp stab and wave of cold, you let out a faint, weak cry of pain and drifted off into unconsciousness.

—————

Back with The Doctor and Jack, The Doctor was pacing in circles, running his fingers through his hair. Jack had never seen him like this. The Time Lord was always the cleverest man in the room, always one step ahead. But right now? Right now, he looked desperate.

“Doctor,” Jack said cautiously. “We’ll find them.”

The Doctor spun, his jaw clenched. “Do you know what kind of technology that was? That wasn’t just a simple teleport. It was a harvester—a collector for something sinister.” His voice lowered slightly at the thought of something so evil, Jack realized just how much the Doctor was struggling to keep himself together. “I can’t-“ the Doctor chocked out.

“I can’t lose them Jack. Not Y/N.”

Jack placed a hand on his shoulder. “Then let’s go save them”

The Doctor inhaled sharply and nodded, just once. Then, with a flick of his sonic screwdriver, he locked onto your bio-signature.

“I’m getting a Reading of Y/N from this direction, stay close and be quiet. You don’t want them to know that we know where they are.” The Doctor said as he made his way into the darkness of the planet they were on.

It was only after finding an abandoned war ship filled with machinery and observing the alien technology beyond this time that the doctor finally realized what was happening. What the creatures wanted.

"They’ve been using Y/N’s DNA for medical warfare," the Doctor muttered in disgust, maybe even disbelief. "Experimenting, creating hybrid soldiers—perfect killing machines. They think they can control it. They think they can control everything."

Jack clenched his jaw, the horror of the situation settling in. "So we need to stop them before they finish whatever they're doing."

The Doctor nodded, his eyes burning with a cold fire. “We will. We will stop them. But we need to find Y/N first. And fast.”

They sprinted toward the crumbling structure, dodging the occasional blast of fire from the strange, alien sentinels who patrolled the area. The Doctor’s mind buzzed, working through every bit of information, piecing it together like a puzzle that had too many missing pieces.

Finally, they reached the central facility,

In the ruins of all the destroyed war ships. There in the center if it all, a cold, metallic structure pulsating with unnatural energy.

They snuck through the wreckage, Jack providing cover as the Doctor hacked into the control system, his fingers moving with practiced speed. “There.” The Doctor’s voice was a whisper, a low hum of triumph. On the screen in front of him, a map of the facility glowed, highlighting the location of Y/N “Alive. But barely.”

Without hesitation, they moved.

The halls were dark and damp, the air heavy with the scent of blood and chemicals. As they neared the designated room, the faintest sound of gut wrenching screams reached their ears. The Doctor’s hearts stuttered in worry.

They rounded a corner and came upon a sealed door, the screams getting louder. The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the control panel nearest the door.

The door clicked open.

Inside, the sight of you lying on the table, hooked up to machine after machine. Wires were sticking out of you collecting blood samples and bone marrow. your body visibly weak. your face pale—it hit him like a punch to the gut.

"No!" The Doctor’s voice cracked as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he gently lifted your head. "Don’t—don’t do this to me."

Your eyes opened, barely focused, but you managed to smile faintly. "Doctor..."

“Shh, shh, don’t talk,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. We’re going to get you out of here.”

Jack stepped forward, scanning the room with a rifle in hand. “We’ve got company,” he warned, his eyes narrowing on the dark shapes moving in the shadows.

The Doctor ignored the warning for a moment, focusing entirely on you. Your breath was ragged, your chest barely rising as you fought to stay conscious. Then with another jolt from the machine you tensed, a weak cry of pain escapes your lips. The doctor holds you too shocked for words.

“Please- please make it stop…” your voice was weak. Helpless. The Doctor can’t stand to see you like this.

“I’ll you get out of here don’t worry Y/N” He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your head before Jack’s voice cut through the air again. “Doctor, we’ve got to move. They’re coming.”

The Doctor’s eyes flickered with determination. He gently placed your head back down on the cold metal table, His anger rising, a fire igniting in his chest. He turned to Jack. “Go. Get to the control room. We need to destroy this place. Every last bit of it.”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He dashed off, his footsteps echoing through the corridors.

The Doctor turned back to you, his eyes softening as he took your hand once more. "I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner. But I promise you, we’re going to fix this."

He drew out the sonic screwdriver from his pocket and aimed it at the metal walls surrounding them. He could hear the faint hum of machinery—life support systems, shields, whatever it was keeping this place alive. It wouldn’t be for much longer.

A crash rang out as the door at the far end of the room exploded inward, a group of the alien creatures flooding the space.

“Get away from Y/N!” the Doctor shouted, fury bubbling up inside him as he set the sonic to maximum. The walls shuddered as the energy pulse blasted through the control systems, lights flickering and alarms wailing.

Jack’s voice rang through his earpiece. “I’ve gotten to the control panel and secured the detonator. this place isn’t as stable as it looks Doc we won’t have much time.”

“Do it!” the Doctor ordered.

The Doctor’s heart raced as he scanned the room around him, the walls of the collapsing facility groaning with the weight of the destruction. The building was beginning to buckle under the force of Jack's detonator, and the ground beneath them shook violently. The sounds of alien screams and the crackling fires filled the air. It was a race against time, and they were running out of it.

You were barely conscious, your head lolling against the Doctor’s shoulder as he worked to free you from the machinery. You screamed and groaned in pain at every wire and tube that was pulled from your body. it made his hearts clench in worry, but he refused to let that stop him. Not now.

With one last wire you were free. The Doctor carefully scooped you from the metal table and began to carry you to safety.

“Doctor, we’ve gotta move!” Jack called from ahead, his voice sharp and urgent, as he fired another shot to clear the path. The TARDIS was just a few hundred meters away outside, but the crumbling ruins, the fire, and the chaos made it feel miles away.

The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and scorched earth. The planet was on the brink of total collapse—its core destabilizing from not only the destruction the Doctor and Jack had just caused but from the war that had been festering from the creatures own doings.

The Doctor knew they were cutting it close. He could feel the pull of the planet’s dying gravity, its slow decay threatening to drag them down with it.

“Doctor!” Jack shouted again, glancing back toward the two of you “We’re not going to make it!”

The Doctor continued on, though the panic in his chest was threatening to choke him. He could see the TARDIS now, just a blur of blue against the hellish background of the planet’s final moments.

He pushed forward, each step feeling like it might be his last, but the TARDIS doors were just within reach. He could almost taste the safety, the promise of escape.

The Doctor burst through the threshold, Jack already inside and preparing the ship. The Doctor didn’t even pause, rushing straight to the console, carefully laying you down on one of the benches.

“Hold on,” the Doctor whispered as he checked your pulse again, still weak, almost non existent. He turned toward Jack, his face a mix of frantic urgency and determination. “Stay with Y/A while I get us out of here”

Jack didn’t need to be told twice.

As the doctor made his way to the console, the hum of the TARDIS engines roared to life. The ship’s doors slammed shut, sealing them away from the dying planet. The Doctor could feel the familiar disorienting lurch as the TARDIS took off, hurtling them into the time vortex.

The planet’s final death throes echoed in the distance, but they were gone. Free.

“Doc,” Jack said softly, “is she going to be okay?”

The Doctor didn’t answer immediately. He rushed to your side.

Jack stepped closer, but he kept his distance, giving the Doctor the space he needed. “Doc... Y/N’s fading. You know it too.”

The Doctor didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The words were lodged in his throat, and he hated himself for it. He could fix anything. Save anyone. Anyone but you.

“Don’t you dare,” the Doctor whispered, his voice breaking, hands hovering over the controls. "Don't you dare leave me. Not like this."

“I can't—I can't do this,” he whispered, his voice breaking as his chest tightened. He squeezed your hand gently, as if holding onto you could somehow hold the universe together. “I can’t do this without you. You’ve been with me, with us, from the very beginning, and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I… I’ve never…” He paused, swallowing hard, eyes closing briefly as if to collect himself. But he knew he couldn’t run from it anymore. Not when this was his last chance to say it.

“I love you,” he said, the words raw and heavy in the air. His heart ached as he spoke them, each syllable an aching admission of what he had known all along but had been too terrified to face. “I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of loving someone. You’ve made me a better person, You’ve—” His voice cracked and his hands shaking. “You’ve made me feel like maybe I don’t have to be alone. Maybe I don’t have to be this lonely, broken thing anymore.”

He leaned closer, his forehead gently resting against yours. “I never wanted to need someone,” he whispered, “but I do. I need you. I need you here with me. Please, please don’t go. I need you to stay.”

Your eyes weak and full of tears fluttered once, one last look at your Doctor. then closed again, your hand slipping from his.

Your pulse had stopped. The Doctor’s entire being froze. He had spoken his truth, but it was too late.

Jack’s voice cut through the stillness, soft and hesitant. “Doc…their gone.”

The Doctor’s head snapped up, his chest tight, his breathing erratic. “No, No, No” he protested, his voice raw with emotion. He reached for your hand again, his fingers desperately clasping yours, trying to force life back into you.

But there was nothing. Nothing but the soft hum of the TARDIS and the silence.

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THE HEARTBREAK I CANT

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well tomorrow is my birthday and i really wanted to read smth abt cheol:) can you write something about cheol being busy in his gf birthday and she went to celebrate with her friends and then he surprised her?

hii! of course i can! happy birthday in advance girlie! hope you have a good one and that this makes you happy!

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you smile as you look around the table, a bit of bittersweetness behind it as you watch your friends excitedly talk to each other, the dark and romantic atmosphere of the restaurant making cheol’s absence all the more apparent.

today is your birthday, and although it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your year, you felt very melancholic throughout the day, despite being with all of your friends and celebrating your life and getting a year older.

i mean, it couldn’t be helped. cheol had an important job outside the country, making him absent throughout the whole week actually. but even with him gone, he never let it stop him from making your day a bit more special.

at exactly 12am (your time), he called you to wish you a happy birthday, sleepy eyes still looking at you with happiness and love. you fell in love all over again seeing him so tired but present for your birthday, a little pink, paper birthday cap resting on top of his messy hair.

in the morning, just as you got up to go to work, a bell suddenly rang. and when you went to open it, with your heart in your throat in hopes that it was your boyfriend standing behind the door, you felt mildly disappointed that it was just delivery. your mood, however, immediately picked up upon seeing the delivery-a bouquet of 300 flowers, your favourite, with a simply handwritten card that read “to my love- happy birthday. celebrate it well with your friends baby. hopefully, we get to be together next year. love, -c.s.”

to say that it got you a bit chocked up is an understatement.

work wasn’t anything special-just polite “happy birthday’s” and “thank you’s” exchange between you and your colleagues.

when your work day finally came to an end, you quickly went home to get ready for the birthday party cheol both organised and paid for, despite his absence.

and so here you are, smiling at your friends as you were talking to them about everything and anything, a bit of sadness still lingering in your heart, despite you being surrounded by (almost) all if your favourite people.

the entire night you spend sneaking little glances at your phone, your messages to cheol not even getting delivered, just sent. the longer your messages went unanswered, the harder it got for you pretend to be happy and in a good mood. add the multiple margaritas you have drank over the course of the night into the equation, and by the time the server brought out the cake in front of you, the corners of your lips were able to turn upwards only a little bit.

the singing of your friends of the “happy birthday” song fell on deaf ears. you were just sitting there, looking at the cake decorated with sprinklers and two numbered candles on top of it, and just…wondered

what do i wish for? there’s so many thing that should be my priority. good health? happiness in life? a spike in my career?

and yet, none of that sounded right, none of that mattered to you. as your friends’ singing slowly came to an end, only one wish crossed your mind.

come back. be here. come back home to me. just…come back.

just as you blew out the candles, you feel hands softly grab your shoulders, and a warm voice say in your ear.

“what did my baby wish for?”

you immediately snap your back around, only to see cheol looking ever so handsome in a full black outfit, smiling widely at you.

you kind of gape at the image of him for a few seconds before you get up from your seat at the speed of light, jumping in his arms immediately upon finding the balance on your feet.

cheol laughs deeply at your reaction, strong arms immediately wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor for a bit.

his laugh immediately quiets down upon feeling the wetness hit his neck, your quiet crying shaking your whole body.

your friends, who were cheering just a second ago, quiet down upon realising that you have started crying, immediately starting to talk to each other as a way to give you a bit of privacy.

cheol goes to push you away a bit so he can wipe your tears away, but you just tighten your arms around his neck, settling on just rubbing your back instead.

in a shaky and almost broken with relief voice, you only have the strength to say “you’re here.”

cheol just kisses your temple in comfort, still rubbing your back as he says.

“i wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world. not when it’s you. never when it’s you.”

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literally me right now

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Hiiii,,

Could you write something for bob? Anything. I really enjoyed ‘cry baby’ if that helps.

All the best

A/n: Hiii! I was waiting for the moment when I finally get the kick to write to Bob and this was it! I actually got a bunch of ideas, but in the end I settled for this! Hope it was worth the wait - I do plan to share other tropes for Bob as well... maybe in a Cry baby universe? ;) But for now, ENJOY!

That’s my wife

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader

⤞ My masterlist ⤝

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It was crowded in Hard Deck, as it was every Friday night. Bob usually didn't mind, always staying close to his group by the pool, but today was different. All of a sudden, he felt annoyed by the pushing bodies, making it hard for him to see the entrance of the bar. Because today was not an ordinary night at the pub. Something special was happening for Robert Floyd, thanks to special someone about to make an appearance.

And just as he thought about her, he manifested her presence into the bar.

Bob would recognize his wife anywhere. Even in a totally packed Hard Deck, where he probably wouldn't be able to find his own mother. She made her way through those sweaty bodies, her  'excuse me's and 'thank you's flowing through his ears like a melody.

Bob started to look for a place to put his beer to for the time, ready to meet the girl of his dreams at the bar just like they agreed to. When he finally found a small space under the window, he heard a loud whistle. His head snapped.

"And who is this pretty lady," Hangman's voice made the whole company turn as he gazed towards the bar. "Ha, Hangman," Rooster joined him at the staring contest, nudging his ribs. "You can bet, she wouldn't go for a guy like you," he grinned, seeing Jack's shocked face. "A guy like me?" He repeated. "Then what are you? A trashcan?" He retorted, wiping the smile from Rooster's lips in a second.

Bob gulped. He followed the direction in which the two were looking.

His body froze on the spot, trying to figure out what to do. They were eyeing her. She was beautiful, as always. It was these moments, when Bob couldn't comprehend his own luck. His right hand traveled to his left, subconsciously playing with the ring on his finger. Well, shit.

"You're just worried she wouldn't go for a trashcan like you," Hangman provoked and everyone could only watch with a small smile how quickly Bradshaw took the bait. "We'll see about that," and with that, he was on his way to the center of the room, Jake Seresin right at his heels.

Bob was too stunned to do anything. Something in him started to burn, eating him from the inside, pinching every corner of his heart. But he just kept on twisting the golden ring, not noticing the questioning look Phoenix gave him. Her face twisted in surprise at first, connecting the dots pretty quick despite the silence from her best friend. But then she was right beside Bob, nudging his shoulder a little.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "She's got the same ring on her finger," Bob only managed to nod. Natasha's face brightened. "Congrats," she gave him a smile and Bob shared the enthusiasm with a small lift of the corners of his mouth. "Yeah," he said, finally picking up the courage to take a step forward. "I told her about you, although I wish this wasn't the way they meet for the first time," Natasha caught his arm in his motion.

"Hold on," she said, nodding towards the three at the bar. "I wanna see this,"

"Hey there," Rooster went all out. His huge frame surely made an entrance for him, but an additional smile and a confident greet couldn't hurt. And beside that, chicks are digging his deep voice.

Before you even got to turn around, another man was standing beside him, his smile brighter as ever. You eyed them both, with Hangman pushing Rooster to the side and stepping forward. "Is he annoying you? I can take care of him for you," Hangman cooed, not noticing your slight lean backwards, away from the two peacocks in front of you. It took you a while to recognize them, but after a few seconds, it was unmistakable who these two were. You knew them from a photo of the whole group Bob was showing you after he got back from his mission. You weren't sure if you were supposed to laugh or cry. Who would have thought you would meet like this?

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"That's Hangman" Bob pointed at a handsome pilot with a smile that shined with bright white teeth. "Avoid him at all cost," he looked at you, his eyes completely serious, which only made you burst into a fit of laughter. "I'm serious," he said, the corners of his mouth tugged upwards. "I can see that," you breathed, your hands travelling to his back and rubbing it reassuringly. "But noted," your kiss tickled Bob's cheek, spreading a tint of pink across his face.

"And this is?" you pointed to a tall man with a stache, his big arm hugging your husband around the shoulders. "Oh, that's Rooster," Bob's eyes softened. "And this is Nat, right?" you exclaimed, pointing at the woman hugged by Rooster from the other side. "Yeah, that's her," you two shared a smile as you watched Bob slide his fingers across the photo. "I can't wait to meet them," you said softly into the warm morning and Bob couldn't help but smile sweetly. "They mean a lot to me," he whispered back, gulping. "I know," you turned his face towards you before pecking his lips, both of you falling into a calm silence of comfort with each other.

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You slightley stretched upwards, trying to look past the men's broad shoulders that bumped to each other, trying to push the other out of the way. Your husband was nowhere to be seen and although you were quite enthusiastic to meet his crew, enthusiasim was pretty far from what you were feeling now. You watched the two glaring at each other and you bit back a smile. If only they knew.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Rooster pushed forward, making Hangman stumble back. "Get in line, chicken," Hangman grabbed his shoulder, forcing himself next to you instead of Rooster. "Boys, I hate to say this-" you began, your fingers falling on the ring on your left hand.

"Come on, sweetheart, let me get you something," before you could finish, you were blinded by Jake's perfect set of teeth, the photo from Bob apparently doing it injustice. "Guys-" you tried to speak up, but to no avail. "Penny, one more on me," Jake called to the woman behind the bar, who only nodded, preoccuppied with other customers. You sighed.

"Don't listen to him," Rooster touched your right hand gently, making you look at him. Ah, missed. The two completely ignored the shiny stone on your ring finger glistening in the dimmed lights of Hard Deck. You decided to let them go in this one, forcing on a straight face as they bickered with each other.

"They are all over her. Maybe I should-" Bob watched the bar, an anxiety creeping into his voice. Phoenix looked closer, noticing the crease forming between his eyebrows and the way he narrowed his eyes. His hands, unbeknownst to him, closed into fists. He was ready to shoot.

"Bob?" she grabbed him by his shoulder, grounding him. He looked at her, his brown eyes a little lost. "I've got your back," she tightened her squeez and that was all Bob needed. It was time to get his wife.

"And why shouldn't she listen to me? She obviously likes what she sees," Jake retorted, nudging you with a flirty smile. "Cause you're a casanova, Bagman," Rooster fought back. "You wouldn't smell love even if it was right under your nose," you had to pause at those words, yanking your hand from Rooster. This was going too far. Bradley looked at you in surprise, to which Hangman bursted out laughing. "You too, so it seems," he got out through heavy breaths, leaning on the bar for support. "Nice one sweetheart,"

"Speaking of love, gentlemen," a woman's voice came from behind the two competing mountains of men. They both turned to the lieutenant who grined at them. If she didn't have ears, she would be smiling all around. "Nat," you sighed in relief, recognising her immediately. "In the flesh," she grinned at you. "It's so nice finally meeting you," she said, Jake and Bradley exchanging confused looks. "Bob told me so much about you," you ignored the two, clinging to a conversation with Natasha like a tick. "Bob?!" the loud yell of both aviators brought you back to the reality. "Are you Bob's sister or some-"

"Yeah, no, I didn't have you for the types to go after married women," Nat giggled, cutting off Hangman as the two completely paled. They slowly turned towards you, their eyes falling on your left hand resting on the counter. A silence fell on the Hard Deck.

"Whose-" Rooster was the first to recover. "Mine," a bright smile blossomed on your face as you saw Bob walk from behind Natasha. "Sorry, looks like I got here first," he grinned as well before stepping in front of you. "Penny?" he called out, but he didn't have to say anything else.

That night, Hard Deck was filled with the dreading sound of a bell and if Rooster and Hangman could become more pale than they already were, they probably did. "Guys," Bob turned sround, his hand automatically traveling to your lower back. "This," he looked at you, his eyes twingkling in the warm light.

"Oh no," Hangman groaned, rubbing a hand through his face.

"Oh shit" Rooster let out.

"This is my wife,"

Your face brightened hearing the words as cheers errupted from around you - everyone ecstatic they will get a free round. And there was a lot of them. "Nice one, Bobby," Coyote and the rest joined the group, not even trying to hide their smiles. They mirrored Bob's contagious smile, the warm atmosphere spreading to everyone around. Well, to almost everyone.

"How do you want to pay?" Penny stopped by amidst pouring shots, smirking at Hangman and Rooster, both still in shock, grilled in their own embarrassment. "We-" the two looked at each other pleadingly for help from the other. "Shit," both said at the same time. "Well, lads," Payback and Fanboy patted their shoulders. "It was nice to know you," they pushed them lightly towards the door leading to the empty beach.

"I'm gonna kill you, Bagman," Rooster glared at his friend, Jake only laughing slightly. "Can you believe it? Our little Bobby found himself a wife! And I went after her!" he laughed at himself. "Yeah, cause you're a fucking idiot!" Roosters last words disappeared into the night, drowned in the laughter and chatter of the people around.

"Well, that was something," you giggled, looking back at the two men, now having it out with each other, their feet sinking in the cold sand. "You're okay? I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," Bob started to apologize but you knew how to shut him up.

"I'm okay. Better even, now that you're here," you pulled back. "And here I was, thinking that they wouldn't like me," you joked, making Bob snort as others joined you.

"Congrats, man," Fanboy hugged Bob around the shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. "You seem like a lot of fun," Coyote laughed, pointing at you. "I sure am. If only they listened," everyone followed your motion to the entrance, "they could have had some fun too,"

Everyone laughed as you looked at your ring one more time. "But honestly, Bob, where did you find her? She's hot! Do you have siblings?" Payback had to chime in, other boys only agreeing with his statement and awaiting your answer. You only shook your head, earning a few groans from the group. "No wonder she got those two out of their minds," Natasha smirked.

"Yeah," Robert's eyes fell to the floor, suddenly feeling overwhelmed from the compliments. A sheepish smile spread on his face.

That's my wife

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thinking about the softness of matt’s love.

the way he would try so hard to keep you out of harms way, everything in his life is so chaotic he just wants your relationship to be peaceful. for both your sake and his.

waking up with him behind you, soft morning kisses and his low gravely voice when he says ‘g’morning’. everything being so slow, so loving and soft with him.

slow dancing in his loft when he finally has a night off to spend with you. you can see in his smile how truly happy he finally is, and he can hear the way your heart skips a beat when he laughs.

the way he comes home, and the first think he thinks to do is hug you. cuddle and kiss you. he’s not stopped thinking about you all day and all he needs is to hear your voice to put his mind at ease.

foggy and karen noticing how he immediately smiles just at the mention of you. he only thinks of the softness of your touch, the lovingness in your voice when he’s at work and misses you. all he needs is to be truly loved and with you he’s finally found that feeling.

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GOD I LOVEEEE SOFT DOMESTIC MATT