Moffat said recently that Clara was no longer the apprentice, she had “sort of become the Doctor”. But audacious doesn’t even begin to cover him following through on that all the way. This is where we leave Clara Oswald, zipping around time and space in her own Tardis, with her own companion Ashildr, stuck in the moment between two heartbeats, accepting of her fate, but taking her sweet time about it along the way. Crucially, she turned the Doctor’s duty of care back onto him, flip-reversing the nature of Donna Noble’s exit years ago. In ostensibly killing off his companion, Moffat delivered possibly the most upbeat ending we’ve ever seen.
Request: Saw that your requests are open? Could you do one where the reader is sam and deans lil sister (like 16) and is secretly bi, and john figures it out and she’s scared he won’t accept it but he does and super fluff???? Sorry that was so specific
Pairing: John x daughter!reader. Dean x sister!reader. Sam x sister!reader.
Note: Forgive me if John’s character is a little off. Everyone is still in school, in the fic!
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Hope you enjoy it!
“So did you finish the project?” You asked Sam. He sat beside you on the bench. Both you two and Dean were currently waiting to be picked up.
“Yeah. I finished mine yesterday,” Sam went on to tell you on what he did, but you zoned out. You were watching Dean and the girl he was with. Dean would do what he does, then you all would be gone within the week.
That girl he was with, she had a younger sister in the same grade as you and you liked her. Liking both guys and girls made life a little difficult. Others normally tend to overlook people like you.
“(Y/N), are you there?” Sam waved a hand in front of you, pulling you out of your daze. You looked back towards him.
“Yeah,” You shook your head slightly. Sam pointed towards the road and you saw the familiar vehicle pull up. “Great.”
You and Sam headed for the car, with Dean not far behind. You slid into the back with Sam.
“Everything good? No fights today, right?” John spoke up. He stopped to look at each one of you. There had been a lot of fights lately, mostly between Dean and others, but occasionally, Sam or you would get into a fight.
“No, sir,” Dean shook his head, staring straight ahead at the road. John looked to Sam.
“No, sir,” Sam copied Dean, then they both looked towards you.
“What about you?” John spoke, but you were looking out the back window, staring at her. She was out talking to her sister and you couldn’t help but stare. John followed your eyes. He titled his head ever so slightly, but then resumed. “(Y/N)!”
“Oh. N-no, sir,” You forced your eyes away and back to your father. He rose one eyebrow slightly, but then turned back around and headed for the motel. Your eyes cascaded downward and you stared at your lap.
You felt Sam put his hand on yours and you looked towards him. He gave you a small nod.
“And that’s how it’s done,“ Sam threw the pencil down and leaned back into the chair.
“Oh. Why didn’t the teacher just explain that way, then?” You titled your head, looking at your older brother.
“They just do what they think is the easiest,” Sam told you. You sighed.
“Why is school so confusing?” You head hit the table and you grumbled.
“Well-” Sam began.
“Sam.” John spoke.
“Yes sir?” Sam looked around to his father, you doing the same. A worried expression filled your face. Both he and Dean had just got back from a hunt, and now he was wanting Sam.
“Go stand out there with Dean.” John commanded.
“Can I just fin-”
Sam exited the room without another word. This only left you and John. You watched, through the window, as Sam headed towards the impala, where Dean was standing. You heard John clear his throat.
“So, (Y/N), when I picked all of you up a couple days ago,” he started, “I noticed that you were looking at someone.”
You didn’t say anything, but you felt your heart rate speed up. You didn’t dare look away, in fear of why he might do. Dean always told you to keep your head held high and don’t break eye contact.
“You like her, don’t you?” He questioned you. There was no backing out now. You didn’t know what you expected, for the great John Winchester not to find out?
“Y-yes…sir,” Your eyes went downward. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t lie to him.
“Hey, hey! Look at me,” His voice was strict, but soft. You slowly tilted your head up at him. “I’m not upset.”
“I’m not upset,” John sat down in the chair Sam was in, “As long as they treat you right, then we’re good.” John gave a small smile at you.
“T-thank you,” You smiled. You still couldn’t believe it.
“Just make sure I don’t have to send your brothers to go beat someone up.”
Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we’re gone you won’t be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me.
There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to see and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space.
Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.
You rush into the lecture hall, trying to be quiet as the professor turns to the board. This is the fifth time this semester, if I miss one more class, apparently this professor will make me stay after class and do work for her…
You freeze in your position hunched over behind someone’s desk and look up at the speaker. Looking at you over the back of their chair is a guy you’ve seen around campus before. I’ve heard he’s pretty chill… He better not turn me in.
“Hey…” you whisper lamely.
He smiles. “Yeah, hi. I’m Johnny. And you’re squatting behind my chair, which I’m kinda afraid to ask about…?”
You cough awkwardly and look away. “Yeah well…”
“Alright,” you hear your professor say, “I’m going to begin to do roll call, please tell me if someone isn’t in their seat when I say their name…”
Johnny turns back and glances down at you. “Magic word?”
You look up at him and grin. “You’re for real?”
Johnny nods. “You totally owe me for this. I’m doing this out of curiosity, okay?”
You continue your progress behind the back row of desks, half-crawling to your desk in the back corner of the room. As you do, you see Johnny stand up in his seat.
“Professor,” he calls out, “I think that you dropped your pencil behind the podium.”
As the professor stops her roll call and bends down to look at the floor, you make a mad dash to your seat, sliding into your desk chair just as the teacher stands back up.
“Johnny, what in the world are you talking about? There’s nothing there.”
“Oh,” Johnny says with a laugh, “it must have been a shadow or something.”
Some people in the class laugh to themselves and the teacher shakes her head. Johnny bows slightly to her and sits back down, looking straight at you from his desk. He winks and you blush, offering him a small wave back.
You take out your things and focus back on the lecture. But through it all, you keep casting glances at Johnny. I never really noticed it before, but he seems really cool. He’s handsome and smart and funny, he also dresses really well…
Johnny looks up and you quickly turn away, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.
After class, you rush out of the lecture, trying to avoid the conversation you expect is coming. Maybe he won’t catch me…
“Hey! Tardy girl!”
You stop where you are in the hallway and sigh, then turn around. “Yeah…?”
Johnny jogs through the hallway, stopping in front of you with a smirk on his face.
You take a deep breath. Don’t think of him as attractive. Think of him as… someone you owe. But that seems so much worse!
He shoulders his backpack and starts talking. “You’re welcome, by the way. What’s your name? I mean, Tardy girl works, but I feel like it’s a bit too long…”
“I’m [y/n]” you say, “and thanks. I don’t like owing people things, so what do you want? Money? Food?”
Johnny shakes his head and laughs. “That stuff is too easy. You’re not buying me off that quick. I just need time to think of something really good.”
“Okay then,” you say. “Talk to me again when you’ve got everything figured out.”
“See ya around, [y/n]” he says, and gives you a mock salute. You stand in the middle of the hallway, watching his retreating back as he walks away.
What just happened??
He’s going to think I’m doing this on purpose. But I’m definitely not. Am I?
You crouch down in the doorway of your lecture hall, late again. Class was canceled for two weeks because of a project you the class was assigned, so it’s the first time you will see Johnny in a while. You saw him across campus once, but you hid in the library before he could chase you down.
Should I just take the tardy and stay after class? Even though that would mean that I would have less time to study… WHY IS MY LIFE LIKE THIS?!??!
As quietly as possible, you crouch your way across the floor, trying to pass Johnny’s desk without attracting any attention. But, somehow, it was like he knew you were there all along.
Just as the teacher calls out “I’m going to start roll call,” Johnny’s long arm shot out and latches onto your backpack pocket. He tugs quickly, sending you sprawling behind his chair.
“Good to see you again,” he whispers, and your face heats up. “Why did you ignore me that one time?”
“I didn’t see you,” you respond quietly, pulling your bag from his grasp. “I was too busy looking at books.”
“How did you know that was the time I was talking about?” he whispers back, a cocky grin on his face. Up close, hes even better looking…
“I’m saving you one more time, okay? This time isn’t for curiosity. This time is just because.”
You make another mad dash to your seat, this time watching Johnny’s lanky form stand up and face the teacher.
“Is it okay if I present my project first?”
You breathe a sigh of relief as the teacher nods and motions for Johnny to sit down. You watch him, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. Instead, he raises a single hand and points in the direction of… my backpack?
You look at your bag lying on your desk, and turn it to face you. Nothing looked off, except a pencil in your bag’s side pocket. Did he put that there?
You pull it out, noticing that there is a small note attached to it. It reads: I don’t know why, but I’m still kinda curious. You owe me, so buy me coffee sometime. But you’re required to be there. So, I guess you owe me a date. Sound good to you?
Your heart hammering in your chest, you look over to Johnny, who’s attention is completely focused on his hands in his lap. Other students in the class are milling about, getting their projects ready for presentation. You take a deep breath and stand up, walking over to Johnny’s desk.
“Hey,” you say quietly, “I think you dropped your pencil.”
You set it on his desk and walk back to your own seat, nervousness causing you to look back as Johnny unravels the note again, smiling as he reads what you wrote: see you tonight.
This little girl was so happy to find other whovians in the city that she literally freaked out for ten minutes. She did a really cute double cosplay and won our Cosplay Competition at Comic Con Colombia.
The new generation of whovians is coming. And is awesome.
↳ 1/? - Clara Oswald“Listen. This is just a dream. But very clever people can hear dreams. So please, just listen. I know you’re afraid. But being afraid is all right. Because didn’t anybody ever tell you? Fear is a super power. Fear can make you faster, and cleverer, and stronger. And one day, you’re going to come back to this barn, and on that day, you’re going to be very afraid indeed. But that’s okay. Because if you’re very wise and very strong, fear doesn’t have to make you cruel or cowardly. Fear can make you kind. It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing under the bed, or in the dark, so long as you know it’s okay to be afraid of it. So listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You’re always going to be afraid, even if you learn to hide it. Fear is like…a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that’s okay, because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home. I’m going to leave you something, just so you’ll always remember - fear makes companions of us all.”