#ten reader insert

➸ word count; 887 words

➸ charlie; aged 11, kyla; aged 9, maddie; aged 6, lennon; aged 2

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‘Come on, slowcoaches,’ Ten calls over his shoulder to Kyla and Lennon. 

‘Hey, he’s getting heavy,’ Kyla splutters in exasperation. Lennon had refused to walk along in the snow, the toddler being in his terrible twos phase, and was being dragged along on his blue plastic sledge by his older sister, who had volunteered.

‘Daddy, daddy, let me race you!’ Maddie yells from the top of the hill, where you, herself and Charlie are standing, waiting.

‘But you’re little! You have the advantage,’ Ten whines, knowing that Maddie’s tiny size would allow her to zoom down the hill much faster than himself.

‘Don’t be so competitive,’ you scold, ‘she’s six.’

‘And?’ You shoot him a look, and he looks sheepish, ‘sorry, boss.’

‘Can I push you, dad?’ Charlie offers, ‘mum/mom, you push Maddie.’

Maddie giggles manically as sheflops  flops onto her red sledge, tucking her feet and hands inside.

‘Come on daddy! We need to race!’

‘Okay Mads, I’m coming my lovely,’ Ten sits down onto his bigger sledge, you and Charlie taking your positions behind them.

‘Ready?’ you ask Charlie, who nods enthusiastically. 

‘Okay… three, two, one-‘

Charlie falls onto her stomach at the sheer amount of effort she puts in, Kyla bursting into a fit of giggles at her sister’s misfortune.

Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. To your surprise, Ten actually wins, speeding way off into the distance.

Maddie comes to a stop near the bottom of the hill, scrambling to her feet and turning to look at you in exasperation. She begins dragging her sledge back up the hill.

‘Mum/mom, so unfair, she complains, ‘I wanted to win.’

‘You’ll get him next time,’ you say, noticing Charlie doing a celebratory dance in the corner of your eye, and then you notice a black spot on the ground.

‘Oh- Len, please keep your gloves on,’ you crouch down, grabbing the dampened glove and holding it out to him.

‘I don’t wanna,’ he whines, ‘I don’t like it.’

‘Come on Lennon,’ you gently grab his arm, ‘you’ll get cold.’

Ten suddenly reappears, having jogged back up the hill.

‘Hey buddy, you gotta wear your gloves.’ 

‘No dada,’ he protests, ‘not wear gloves.’

‘Gloves are cool Len, dada wears them on stage,’ Ten offers, hoping the stubborn boy would take the bait. Instead he just stares back blankly, and then at the black glove with distain. Ten wracks his brains for another solution.

‘Hey, your gloves are furry, right?’

Lennon nods, bare hand fidgeting with his glove on the other hand.

‘Yeah..’

‘You know what else is fluffy?’

‘What?’

‘A lion!’ Lennon squeals when Ten pinches his sides, tickling him lightly, ‘are you going to wear your gloves and be cool like a lion?’

Lennon mulls over his father’s words for a few moments, before holding out a hand to take his glove from Ten.

‘Good boy Len,’ Ten helps him get his glove back on, ‘wanna try sledging now?’

Lennon nods enthusiastically.

‘Do you want to go with mummy/mommy or daddy?’

‘You, dada.’

Ten positions himself on the sledge before holding his arms out for Lennon to sit down in front of him. Lennon, rather slowly, settles in between his dad’s legs, Ten wrapping his arms around the toddler and holding onto the rope.

‘Mama?’ Lennon looks at you in confusion as you approach them from behind, holding your hands out ready to push.

‘Mama’s gonna push us,’ Ten explains to the confused little boy.

‘Ready, Len?’

He looks a little apprehensive, but nods anyway.

‘Okay, here we go!’ You don’t push them too hard, considering Lennon, but they zip down the hill regardless, Lennon’s giggles travelling through the air.

Charlie rockets down after them, having been pushed by Kyla.

‘Was that fun?’ you ask Lennon, who has been carried back up the hill in Ten’s arms. 

‘Yeah!’ 

‘Yay!’

‘Hey Char, could you push your mum/mom and dad down the hill?’ Ten asks, look of pure mischief on his face.

‘No,’ you whine, ‘I won’t do it!’

‘Come on! It’ll be fun!’

‘Go on, mama,’ Kyla laughs.

‘Yeah, go on, show us a happy relationship,’ Charlie adds.

You glare at her jokingly, before sighing and shrugging, ‘okay.’

‘Yes!’ Ten fist pumps the air, ‘come on then.’

He sits down towards the back of the sledge, spreading his legs and holding his arms out to you. He wraps his arms around you as you sit down.

‘Love you,’ Ten murmurs teasingly, knowing how much you’re hating this.

‘Whatever.’

‘3, 2, 1!’ Charlie pushes you both hard, sending you flying down the hill.

You scream the whole way down, being cut off when you skim a bit of uneven ground and both get thrown from the sledge.

You’re fuming as Ten is practically dying from laughter, both of you laying in a heap in the snow.

‘I hated that,’ you state, Ten shuffling along the ground on his stomach and smothering you with a hug.

‘No- cold!’ He manages to reach through your scarves and cover your face with kisses, while you squeal and push him away.

You can hear your children laughing at you even from several yards away, and you turn your head to look at them.

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Genre: fluff :) // Dad!Ten

Length: 280 words

a/n: thank you anon for requesting this!! It was so cute i loved writing this 🥺 hope you enjoy and request more <3

Hearing my one-year-old baby cry, I begin to get up, only to get pushed back down gently by dad!Ten.

"I got it babe. Go back to sleep, you have to get up in a few hours," he delicately whispers. I then feel the ghost of a kiss near my temple.

The spot next to me slowly starts to get cold as Ten gets up to tend to Aeri. I debate falling back asleep, because he's right, I do have to get up early tomorrow. But I decided to wait a little longer just so I could have him cuddle me.

Stirring me from my thoughts, I heard our baby hiccuping from her previous strong cries.

"Hey princess," I hear Ten whisper to her, thanks to the slightly open door. "What's wrong my little love? Huh?"

A smile can't help but appear onto my face as he continues cooing at his daughter, "Is Mr. Teddy being an ass to you?"

I roll my eyes at him cussing in front of Aeri but smile anyway. She then laughs and begins to babble, as if responding to her father's questions.

"Oh really? He hit your eye?" Ten let out a gasp, I can practically feel him nodding to what Aeri is saying. "I agree. Teddy should be replaced by Duckie instead. Also, don't tell mommy I said a bad word okay?"

Her babbles die down as he begins singing a little tune and even almost puts me to sleep.

You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the scene. 

Out of everything the Doctor has ever shown you, every home you’ve visited in the galaxy, every star you’ve seen born and die, every historical event and change that he’s shown you with help from the TARDIS, this was the most extraordinary.

Perhaps its because you’ve come to associate the Doctor with the strange and unusual that seeing him with such ordinary animals made the whole event, in fact, extraordinary. 

So, you can’t bring yourself to say a word as you watch the Doctor coo and cradle the kittens that have seem to take great interest in the man.

The softest smile grazes your features as you watch the man who normally is basically buzzing and exuding excitement or anger or both , stay very still to allow the kittens to explore his being. The sparkle in his eyes still shirt bright.

“Isn’t he cute, [Y/N]? Such amazing little creatures they are.”

Your eyes never leave his face, his attention still on the little furballs treading on his trench-coat as warmth fills you.

A/N: I added a bit more angst and made it female reader, sorry! If you’d like me to rewrite it with a male reader or a gender neutral reader, feel free to send me an ask! I’d be happy to! :)

Requested by anon

Warnings: Subtle mentions of depression, anger, punching walls?

“What?” She stared at the TARDIS as it faded away, her fists clenched. “NO!”

She began to pound against the retreated box, her eyes filled with tears and her voice filled with desperation. “No, no, no, dangit, this- NO!”

Then it was gone and so was he. The Doctor, with his spiky brown hair, his deep brown eyes, his cocky grin and the playful glint in his eye. His trenchcoat and his glasses and his obsessions with random objects, everything that was her Doctor was gone.

She had given up everything for him- her life, though it was a dreary one, traveling alone, and her precious TARDIS. Her beautiful time machine where she had taken in her own companion, a young man she had fallen in love with.

A beautiful young man who had died during a battle against the Daleks.

Thinking of herself as the last of the Time Lords, she continued her journey, no longer finding joy or comfort in saving the world. She found little enjoyment in anything and wondered what her purpose was, whether she would be forced to spend her days mindlessly saving people and finding herself, at the end of the day, not wanting to go on.

Until she met him.

Her joyful, bubbly Doctor, the man who considered himself the last of their kind. He had had many companions, none of whom could stick, and had saved many lives. He, too, found himself in Y/N, finding himself in the way she slowly began to enjoy his companion, in the way she began to love him.

One day he kissed her, his mouth lightly pressed against hers, one day he loved her, and that was enough. That was the day she realized- she was happy. Each day was a new, exciting, joyful adventure. Each day she fell more in love with the Doctor.

Now he was gone. He had left her, he had left her with nothing. She was alone in her small apartment, which she only visited when he needed to be alone. The place was barren of decoration, all of her things were in the TARDIS. He had left a box of her most treasured possessions on her bed, and that was all.

Y/N had no time left to think. Anger boiled through her, her face red and flushed. Her nails dug into the skin of her palm and left little crescents engraved in the flesh. She grabbed a stack of magazines off of the table and began to rip them, tearing each page into small shreds. She reached for the footstool, fragile and weak, and threw it to the ground over and over again until it broke into millions of shards of wood. She found one of his shirts on the ground and tore it up, throwing cotton and buttons and thread everywhere. She grinned, breathing heavily, chest rising up and down, proudly at her mess. This felt good, natural.

Y/N punched the wall, her fist surprisingly making a hole in the wall. Her fist was cut on the wall, her fingers were sore, but she kept going, punching more and more holes. She paid no attention to the sounds around her, tears streaming down her face, until a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Stop.”

It was him, it was her Doctor. She whipped around and saw him, saw those eyes and that hair and heard his voice and her heart swelled. He pulled her into his chest as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry.”

His heart broke. “No, no, love, it’s okay, it’s all okay. Why would you- what were you-”

“I thought you left me for good,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I thought you were gone.”

➸ request from anon; hi, how are you? could you do a ten scenario with the whole process of charlie’s birth?

➸ note; im good thank you <3 i hope youre doing well too and i hope you like this <3

➸ word count; 987 words

➸ charlie; newborn

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‘Look at the card on the wall.’

‘I can barely see, do you really think I have the ability to read- fuck.’

Your hands find Ten’s as yet another contraction tears through you.

You’re in your bedroom, kneeling on the floor, hands gripping wooden side of your bed.

Your midwife was on the way. Ten had called her around a quarter of an hour ago, and she had instructed him to begin inflating the birthing pool you had rented.

Your bedroom was covered in coloured card that Ten had written ‘encouraging’ messages and pictures along with some you had purchased, but it was hard to read them when the pain you were feeling made tears well up in your eyes.

‘You can do it,’ Ten recites the words to you,

‘At the end of all of this pain, we’ll meet our baby.’

You repeated his words in your mind, chanting them over and over like a mantra as your contraction subsides.

‘If she doesn’t make me explode first.’

‘Chaisee, Charlie, my love, stop hurting your mama now.’

Your midwife arrives shortly after, and she helps Ten pump up the inflatable pool together between contractions. eventually, they’re done and you’re four centimetres dilated.

The sound of the water running keeps nearly lulling you into sleep before the surges wrenched you from it.

You lay on your side on your bed, admiring the artwork blue-tacked to the walls in an attempt to distract yourself.

‘Do you like it?’ Ten asks, joining you on the bed after helping the midwife attach a hose to the bathroom tap and feed it into the fully blown up pool.

‘I can’t even remember you doing it,’ you mutter, ‘did you do it just for today?’

‘Yeah, I’d think about you and Charlie and just draw whatever came to mind.’

You notice one picture in particular, a small tiny baby surrounded by planets in a circle, with the sun shining above. It was coloured, which was odd since Ten didn’t usually colour his art.

‘What were you thinking about when you drew that?’ You point to it, eyes tracing the rings of Saturn.

‘I kind of just realised that she’s the centre of my universe.’

‘Yangyang is right, you are cringey.’

’Shut up, let me be soft with you, you’re about to give birth to our first child.’

‘If I can get through this first.’

‘You will, I promise, I’m right beside you.’

A few hours later, you’re sitting in the tub, head thrown back against the inflatable rim, trying to focus on the sensation of the water bubbling underneath you.

Ten is sitting on the top of the small stepladder you actually used to get in, so he’s slightly above you, feeding you ice chips and rubbing your forehead and shoulders.

‘Count with me,’ Ten murmurs, ‘one, two, three, four, five…’

The contraction fades away, leaving you sweating and aching.

‘Not long now,’ he assures you, combing his fingers through your damp hair.

You’re nine centimetres, and quite out of it, the amount of gas and air you’d inhaled making you practically sky high.

You lay your head in his lap, staring up at him while he continues to play with your hair.

‘Are you okay?’ He asks and you smile absentmindedly.

‘I think so,’ you murmur, ‘feel very numb.’

’She’s nearly here.’

‘I know… I feel like I can feel her there.’

‘Do you want me to get in now?’

‘Yes.’

After stripping off his shirt, he’s sliding in the pool behind you, wrapping his arms around your frame and rocking you through yet another contraction.

‘Fuck- ow- I think she’s starting to move down- shit!’

‘Do you feel like you need to push?’ The midwife asks, immediately swinging her leg over the side of the pool and getting in.

‘I- I don’t know- she’s moving down but I-‘

You grab Ten’s hand, squeezing it hard and performing the breathing exercises that you had learnt during your classes.

‘I need to push,’ you croak, feeling Charlie’s head.

‘Ok, next time you have a contraction you can push, okay?’ The midwife instructs and you nod, screwing up your face.

‘You can do it, love, I know you can,’ Ten whispers in your ear, ‘you’re so so strong.’

The contraction builds.

‘One, two, three-‘

You pushed with all of the strength that you could muster, the pain making you nearly scream. Once the contraction is over, you practically collapse against Ten’s chest.

‘You did really well,’ the midwife praises, and you listen to Ten echo the same words.

You push for thirty minutes before she’s nearly out, head and shoulders completely out.

‘One more, just one more and she’ll be here.’

You drive your chin into your chest as soon as the surge begins, pushing with all of your might.

You feel a sudden absence between your legs, put your half-shut eyes follow the red shape from under the water as the midwife steadily brings her above water.

Charlie’s already screaming and crying as soon as she breaches the water, having taken her first ever breath.

She’s laid across your chest, minuscule hands curled up into half fists.

The midwife wraps her up in a white fluffy towel, gently cleansing her of the leftover blood on her body.

Your heart is beating so loudly in your chest you’re sure that Ten can probably hear it. Your chest is exploding with pure love, Eos much that it’s hurting more than you’ve ever experienced before.

‘Y/N, she’s so…’ Ten doesn’t even finish his sentence, knowing that you could already complete his thoughts.

‘Our little Charlie,’ you sob, ‘our perfect girl.’

‘Look how gorgeous she is,’ Ten’s voice is shaky - he’s crying too.

The midwife snaps a photo of the scene as you had requested previously.

Most people swooned over other people.

But then again, the Doctor was not most people.

You watch with a smile as he bounces on his heels, excitedly chattering and exclaiming to the new generation of alien life that had been saved. His eyes were bright, dazzling, twinkling as he talks to them about the wonders of the universe. 

The Doctor didn’t swoon over people.