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gracesimp · 1 year

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imagine a fic of 14 seeing the reader (they traveled together when the doctor was 10 and one day the doctor just never came back for the reader) and then idk write whatever you feel like lol but ugh i AM SO EXCITED FOR TENNANT BEING BACK 😭

Same face, new man?

tenth doctor x fem!reader, fourteenth doctor x fem!reader.

SUMMARY: Y/n had been abandoned by the doctor. How will she react when he shows up again years later, looking and acting the same but so very different?

this was a little tricky because obviously we don't know much about 14, so I hope this was okay! :)

Y/n had always known that the Doctor was head over heels for Rose. She was there, in the corner, watching as they'd exchange adoring glances or giggle between themselves at some inside joke they had decided Y/n wasn't worthy of understanding.

And Y/n just watched.

Her mind was in two. Half of it would scold her, screaming at her that she was worth better. That she shouldn't have to be content with being shoved away by the pair constantly.

The other half yelled louder. It would remind her that she would never get an opportunity like this ever again. Seeing so many sights, stars and planets. Creatures even her vivid imagination would fail to create.

And most importantly, it reminded her that she would never be loved. Not by him. Even if there was no blond Tyler on board, he still, and never would, choose her.

So she stayed.

She'd smile bright on the rare occasion the Doctor or Rose would acknowledge her, and she'd muffle her cries in her bedroom at night. And she would justify it to herself. Just a small price to pay for travelling the worlds. She should be grateful, right?

But then, disaster struck. Rose Tyler was trapped in a parallel world. The Doctor and Rose said their parting words, Rose declaring her love for him. Which he knew.

"Rose Tyler," he said, eyes glimmering with unshed tears. Y/n was there, like she always was, in the corner. The imagine of Rose began to fade away as the Doctor remained still. Frozen.

Reluctantly, Y/n took a step forward, just in time to see him mouth his unspoken words, tears dripping down his cheeks.

"Oh, Doctor." She whispered, unsure of how to approach. "I'm so sorry."

Instead of responding, he wiped away his tears and brushed past her, footsteps echoing down the long corridor, leaving Y/n stood alone in the dimmed console room.

As time passed, Y/n and the Doctor began getting close. She offered the Doctor comfort. A reminder. And he was all too happy to accept.

Though she knew, deep down in the back of her mind, he only looked at her because she was there. Because she acted similar and shared the same views as Rose.

But she never said anything, for at least now, he was looking at her.

Years flew by and the Doctor was no longer grieving. He was back to the man he was when Y/n had met him. Slowly, the Doctor found himself learning how to love again. This time, his affections were for Y/n.

After all, how could he not fall for her?

She was his shoulder to cry on. His best friend. His soulmate.

And now, she was his.

Y/n couldn't deny the insecurities working their way through her body when Rose suddenly reappeared.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Donna asked, tenuous smile playing on her lips as she drifted her gaze to Y/n nervously.

The doctor moved to look over his shoulder, Y/n following suit. His eyes filled with disbelief and a fragment of heartbreak while his lips parted in shock.He could feel his hearts begin to pound in his chest as he removed his hold from Y/n's hand, taking in the sight of a smiling Rose Tyler.

He took a couple of small steps, before breaking out into a sprint, rushing to Rose.

And Y/n watched.

She just watched as the two ran to each other, leaving her standing unsurely, fiddling with the engagement ring that donned her finger.

Donna sent her a sympathetic glance, reaching over and offering her a gentle shoulder squeeze when she sighed heavily.

Contrary to her instincts, Y/n never said a word about the Doctor and Rose's continous physical contact. After all,they had been ripped apart from each other for years. She should be more understanding. Besdies, she placed all of her trust into the Doctor. He would never intentially hurt her - he had reassured her of that on multiple separate occasions.

Y/n supposed that it was just bittersweet. Of course he needed to bond with his lost friend. Though the replacement of her hand for Rose's in his flooded her with pain and a smidge of resentment.

Eventually, after reuniting with tons of lost friends, the gang had defeated the daleks. Celebrations were shared in the tardis, everyone laughing and smiling in triumph.

The doctor had began dropping everyone off at their destinations, walking Martha, Jack and Mickey out the door.

Y/n looked up from working on the console, smiling at tentoo as they shared brief eye contact, only for her smile to fall when he looked back with solace.

Her brows furrowed as she turned her head to look at the Doctor-Donna, who had already been staring at her with the same expression.

Before she could question it, the Doctor popped his head around the door, beckoning his fiancé to join him. She complied, regaining her contagious smile as she hopped out of the tardis.

"What's up, buttercup?" She asked, noticing his eyes fixed on the ground. Her smile dropped. "Doctor?"

"I think it's best if you leave." He said abruptly.

Silence filled the space within them as she took time to process his words.

"What?" She whispered. "What have I done?"

"You haven't done anything, Y/n," He explained, shaking his head softly as he finally looked up. "I'm so sorry."

Y/n sighed, tears now swimming down her cheeks. "It's her, isn't it?" She asked though she already knew the answer.

The Doctor sniffled, his own sslty tears running steady. "Yeah."

Y/n rolled her head back, staring at the sky, then around where they had landed, only now noticing she was parked on her street. "I thought you loved me," She sobbed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I do-" he interrupted.

"We were going to get married." The Doctor tried to place hand on her face to wipe away her tears but she smacked him away before he could, falling a few steps back. "You've made a fool of me. Did you ever even love me? Or was I just your rebound?" She gasped, unable to regulate her breathing as she began to hyperventilate. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for it."

"Y/n I'm sorry-"

"Just...leave me alone." She spat, ripping the engagement ring from her finger and throwing it onto the ground.

Now it was the Doctor's turn to watch as Y/n ran away, sorrow circulating in his eyes. He stayed put until she was out of sight, rubbing at his own eyes and taking a hesitant step into his ship.

It wasn't unusual for Y/n to hear the sound of the tardis materialising. Most of the time it was her consciousness taunting her. A way to force her to reminisce on everything she had been through.

But today, something felt off.

The whooshing followed her on her typical path to work. Then it stopped.

Then she travelled to the local cafe for a rushed lunch, hearing the haunting noise again as the bell above the door rang upon her exit. She looked around rapidly, seeing no traces of a blue box. She shook her head, pushing her anxiety down before returning to work.

Other than that, the day had ran as normal. She left work early, eager to get home. She entered the house, adjusting the heat before walking into the kitchen.

She placed her keys down on the side, sighing and rubbing her hand on her head. Something still felt wrong. But she told herself she was being silly.

So, she busied herself, deciding to clean her humble home. She was midway through scrubbing the bathtub when the doorbell rang. She huffed, brushing her hair from her eyes as she made her way to the door.

She swung it open, greeted by the man she hadn't allowed herself to think about for years.

"Hello,"

"Nope." She rejected, slamming the door shut.

What the hell was he doing here?

Her heart rate increased as she pressed her back against the wall.

"Y/n, please, I just want to talk." He tried. She scoffed, rolling her teary eyes as she locked the door. "Please?" He asked, vulnerability seeping through.

Y/n paused, hand hovering over the lock. "I really need you right now." He sniffed. He sounded as though he was crying. Reluctantly, she unlocked the door with a click, observing the man in front of her.

They stared at each other, the Doctor deciding to break the quietness first. "Hello, buttercup." He smiled sheepishly.

Instead of answering with words, she turned to slam the door, locking it, then gripping his forearm tightly, dragging him away.

"Very ominous." The Doctor commented as they sat on a bench, viewing the lapping waves of the sea. Growing tired of her reluctance to respond, he turned his head to study her. "Y/n?"

Not bothering to meet his eyes, she kept staring ahead. "You've aged." She murmered.

He chuckled lightly, attempting to win her over with charm. "You haven't." Y/n looked at him, unamused, causing him to falter slightly. "How long has it been?"

"What, since you abandoned me?" She questioned harshly. He gulped, bashfully bobbing his head. "Six years." She spat. "How long has it been for you?"

"A couple hundred. Thousand? I'm not sure. I kind of lost track." He admitted.

"Only took you that long to come back?" She mumbled sardonicly before his words sunk in."You've managed to keep that face all this time?"

"Actually, no. I had three other regenerations before this." He spoke softly, observing as she raised a brow in curiosity.

"But..you're...you?" Y/n contradicted, gesturing to his body. He sighed heavily, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm me. Something happened and I regenerated back into... well, me."

Y/n hummed softly, wanting to ask more, genuinely interested, but refusing to do so, not wanting him to know that she still cared.

Maybe she was acting petty or childish, but doesn't she attain that right after everything he did to her?

"How's life been?" He asked. "How's work, friends, family," he began to lower his voice down, contemplating on whether or not to ask. "Boyfriend?"

Immediately she shook her head. "Works alright. Friends are good. No boyfriend." She denied.

The Doctor began to fill with hope, sitting up straighter on the bench. "No boyfriend? Why?"

Y/n chuckled softly. Not because he made her laugh; because of how stupid the reasoning behind her failed love life was. "There was never anyone else." She answered, voice small.

And that was the truth. She had gone six years without sharing physical touch, without feeling loved. All due to her heart being stolen - and broken - by a man that left her.

She was too scared to love again. How was she supposed to place her trust into the hands of another after what had happened last time?

"Come with me." The Doctor suddenly turned to her, placing his hands over her cold ones. His instruction had an undertone of desperation, making Y/n look back at him softly.

Her eyes fell from his and to their hands. Her body felt like it was on fire. "No." She said, shaking her head.

"Y/n, please. I'm sorry. I never stopped thinking about you - I never stopped loving you." He clarified, searching her eyes for just a glint of the woman she was before he ruined her.

It was possibly a futile attempt on his behalf but he needed her to know how deeply he truly needed her.

"No, you cant do this!" Y/n suddenky exclaimed, removing his grip and standing up, pacing the grass. "You can't just turn up years after leaving me for another woman and expect me to run into your arms!" She scoffed. "I won't. I won't do it." She repeated.

The Doctor allowed her to rant at him, making no effort to protest even when his own eyes started to water.

"I deserve better than this. I deserve better than you." Y/n sobbed, pinching the bridge of her nose in anguish.

"One last adventure?" He pleaded. "Come on. Just me and you." He urged, seeing the wanting return to her eyes. "And if you don't want to do it again, I'll leave you alone. Forever. I give you my word."

Y/n sniffed, letting her arms awkwardly drop from being crossed on her chest. She hated that he had the ability to torment her with the gift of space and time travel. It seems like such an unfair advantage for someone to have.

"One last adventure?"

He stood up from the bench, wiggling his fingers for her to place her hand in his, cheeky smirk appearing on his red tinted lips.

"One last adventure."

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cu1tsmark · 7 months

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"All Dolled Up"

Y/N practically bounced with excitement as she held up a makeup kit. "Baby, you've got to let me do your makeup. It'll be so much fun!"

Ten chuckled, unsure but intrigued. "Well, I've never done this before, but okay, let's give it a try. But keep it natural, alright?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, gesturing for Ten to take a seat. She began her work, applying foundation with gentle strokes. "Don't worry. I'll make you look effortlessly beautiful."

Y/N laughed and continued, focusing on his eyes. She lined them delicately, enhancing their shape. "You've got great eyes, Ten. This is going to look amazing."

Ten closed his eyes as Y/N worked her magic. "Just don't make me look like a clown, please."

Y/N reassured him. "I promise, you'll love it." She moved on to his hair, tying it up into a short, cute ponytail at the back, letting his bangs fall gracefully over his forehead.

When Y/N handed him a mirror, Ten blinked in surprise. He looked different, softer, and somehow even more charming. "Wow, I didn't expect this."

Y/N couldn't hide her glee. "You look absolutely stunning, baby. Seriously."

Ten laughed, running a hand through his new hairstyle. "I can't believe this is me."

Y/N leaned in playfully, adopting a flirty tone. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to impress someone with this look."

Ten played along, winking at Y/N. "Oh, you caught me. What do you think, gorgeous? Am I turning heads?"

Y/N giggled and joined in the playful banter. "Oh, definitely. You're the prettiest girl in the room."

Their laughter echoed in the room, a lighthearted moment between friends. As they create a memory they'd both cherish for a long time.

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sweetiesicheng · 1 year

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ten - live

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"ten," you called out to your boyfriend. "ten?" you peeked into the living room to see if he was there, but he wasn't. "hey ten! come down here!" you exclaimed, assuming that he was upstairs.

you heard a door close and someone walk downstairs. you heard some more walking. "is dinner ready?" you heard ten ask.

"almost. can you grab some plates for me?" you requested while cooking.

"okay."

you looked over and saw ten open a cabinet. his phone was on the countertop and you looked at the screen to see him live on instagram.

"you're live?" you asked him.

"yep," he replied and put a plate on the counter next to you. you put the food on the plate before starting to stir fry some noodles.

"do you want water?" he asked.

"yes, please," you nodded.

you continued cooking for a little bit while ten put utensils and drinks on the table.

"do you want to say hi?" ten asked you and stood next to you with his phone in his hand.

you looked at his phone screen and waved for a second, "hi." you finished cooking and placed the food on a plate. you turned the stove off while ten grabbed the handle of the pan and placed it in the sink for you.

"luckily, my girlfriend knows how to cook, cause if she didn't, then i don't how we would survive," ten said.

you the plate on the table, "if i didn't know how to cook, then we would be at the dorm every night," you said and sat down. "you need to learn how to properly cook," you said to him.

"i just let kun do all the work," ten replied and sat down next to you. he placed his phone against the salt and pepper grinder that sat on the table.

"...and me," you muttered. you looked at the table, "are we doing a mukbang?" you asked and looked at him.

"are we?" he asked.

"you're the one who's live right now. it seems like we are," you said to him and started eating.

"someone said we should start one of those mukbang asmr videos," ten said while reading the comments from his phone screen. he started eating, and you looked at his phone screen to read the comments. "y/n doesn't like those videos, so i highly doubt it."

"you could do it. just post it onto the nct youtube channel and boom, a few million views," you said. "try this," you said and grabbed food from one of the plates. you put your hand underneath the food in case if it were to drop before bringing it to ten. he ate it, "like it?"

ten nodded in astonishment, "that's really good," he complimented. he grabbed some more and ate. "someone said that we look like a cute couple," ten mentioned and you looked at his phone. "we are cute," ten said and put his arm over your shoulders while bringing you closer to him.

"but i'm cuter than him, right you guys?" you asked. comments flowed in, agreeing with you. "good," you smiled and drank some water.

"y/n should start a vlog," ten read from his screen.

"me? i'm pretty boring," you said.

"yea, you are sometimes," ten agreed and you glared at him. "what? i told the truth. why do i feel like you're going to punch me?"

"i'm going to punch you."

"okay, i'm leaving," ten said and started running away.

"hey!" you quickly ate more food before grabbing ten's phone. "get back here!" you yelled and started chasing your boyfriend while whoever was watching the instagram live got to be included into the chaos.

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whereisten · 1 year

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Let’s Make Tonight Your Birthday

Ten X female reader (s,f)

((Part 2 to this!))

Ten is crazy for you and fails to hide it. He wants to celebrate you (even when it’s not your birthday).

4.2K words

Warnings: this is like pure smut hehe, praise kink (receiving and giving), oral (female and male receiving), penetration, unprotected (be safe tho!), minimal choking, food play

(A/n) just a little something for @saint-jaemin that asked for a part 2 as well as a nod to Ten’s solo release “Birthday”!! i love it and i love him so much :’) Stream it for clear skin xoxo

“Let’s make this quick and clean, Ten.” You say while lightly pushing him back down on the couch.

He smirks. “Of course..we have dinner to get to, don’t we?”

You roll your eyes and get on your knees in front of him with your dress halfway down your body.

You slowly take his zipper down while his eyes follow you closely.

“If I do this for you, can we go after?” You plead.

Ten doesn’t let his strong gaze lift from your face. “Hmmm..” he hums as he leans forward.

“If you’re unaffected by this and your makeup is still intact…then yes.”

You chuckle. “Psh..of course I’ll be fine..you’re the one that’s hot and bothered by a few pieces of fabric.”

Leaning back into the couch, Ten relaxes, watching you wrap your hand around his hard length. He exhales loudly.

“Just feels good to have me touch you, huh?” You say confidently while stroking him slowly.

Ten lets out a laugh. “Mmyeah, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel so amazing, baby…especially when you use that smart mouth of yours.”

Your mouth tilts upward.

“Oh? I’ll see what I can do.”

And you do. You stick your tongue out and run it up and down Ten’s length while watching him groan. You wish you could do more, but if you wanted the night to progress smoothly, you’d have to keep it clean and quick.

Still, your tongue finds the slit and licks up the precum.

His head falls back in response. “Fuck…”

“Does it feel good, Tennie?”

You move your hand faster and glide across every vein with your tongue.

“So good..but not as good as when you’re on top of me…” he grumbles.

Your breathing hitches as you remember the last time you rode Ten until you saw stars.

Memories of his hands gripping your waist as they explored your stomach and then your breasts flooded your mind.

You moan to send vibrations through his member, but you also genuinely became turned on yourself.

Your hand moves faster as you think of your legs on his shoulders as he buries himself into you, his finger tips massaging you as you slowly start to lose it. You think of his grunts and the way way he pins you down while fucking you senseless. His small, but his skillful hips drive into with an unimaginable force.

Ten chuckles, interrupting your thoughts.

“Are you wet just thinking about me in-between your sexy legs?”

Your eyes lock and you suddenly start to feel less confident as Ten smirks.

Don’t let him get to you. You’re the one in control here.

You tried to tell yourself, but you knew you were lying. Ten was slowly taking over and there was nothing you could do, your wavering legs reminded you of that.

You still stroke his dick and lick it like it’s a popsicle and it makes him weak seeing you like this, but he wants you to be ruined too.

“Hmm? Is it my fingers or my tongue? Or is it my dick? Which one are you thinking about?”

“Ten..” you close your eyes and moan again. You nearly gave in right there and then by opening your mouth a little wider around his tip.

“Fuck.. I’m happy with anything, just as long as I’m inside you. You know that don’t you?” He caresses the side of your face.

He’s close and you can tell by the way his hand trembles slightly.

“Yes, Tennie, I know..” you smirk before licking your bottom lip.

The truth was you were remembering Ten making love to you when you visited him in the practice room one day.

He was practicing alone late at night so you decided to surprise him with new sneakers. He made love to you in the room shortly after with your body against the mirror and his sweaty abs and chest on your back.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was adrenaline, but either way, Ten fucked you roughly that day with his fingers digging into your hips and his teeth biting your skin.

The building was empty, but that didn’t matter. You had cried out his name so loudly the entire time, you prayed the entire block was unoccupied.

You remember having to limp home once he was done with you.

Oh no..

You’re wet.

You should’ve known that reminiscing about your moments with him would lead to this.

You flatten your tongue on him and swirl the precum around carefully so it doesn’t drip onto your chin.

Ten glances down at your cleavage and then to your delicate hands stroking him with care.

“You’re so perfect…just wanna feel you on me..”

“Mhmm..anything for you, baby” you hum once again and the tingly sensation is all he needs.

“Ahhh..fuck…” Ten curses as strings of cum spurt out onto your hand.

He pants and shuts his eyes tightly.

Once he’s done, you place a hand on his thigh as he watches you lick up his release from the inside of your palm.

“Ahh good girl.” He smirks and zips his pants up.

You stand up and start to fix your dress, but he takes your hand while still seated on the couch.

You sigh and turn to him with a raised brow. “Baby?”

“Ride me..please.” He begs with wide eyes while intertwining your fingers with his and watching your lips lowly.

“W-what? You’re not even hard right now-“

He pats his thigh. “Come on, pretty baby, I wanna see how wet you are.”

You shake your head. “See how wet I am AFTER dinner. Let’s go.”

Ten pouts, but accepts defeat. After all, he did make a promise and your makeup still looked wonderful.

———

[After Dinner]

You barely make it back inside before Ten’s hands are all over your body. You make out deeply, finally ignoring your perfectly lined lips to make a mess of them instead.

You tug the bottom of his shirt slightly as he presses you into the back of the front door to his place.

“Finally…” he smooches your lips and smiles.

“The wait is over.”

You chuckle and press a hand onto his chest. “God you’re so dramatic, that wasn’t so difficult was it?”

“Baby, I just want to see you in that set again, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

Your face becomes warm as you look away. Ten was crazy about you and never hesitated to let you or anyone else know that.

He takes your hand as he leads you into the bedroom.

He brings you to the edge of the bed and taps your shoulder slightly so that you sit down. You gasp quietly at the controlling action.

He places both hands on your knees and leans down to face you. You stare at his lips, your chest rising and falling quickly as you anticipate his next move.

Ten knows how to get your full attention. Every delicate touch, every heavenly whisper, every heated glare makes your desire for him rise. Within seconds, you’ve forgotten all about your dinner and what you ate. This is how powerful Ten is. Or rather, how deeply in love you are with him.

His lips are stained with your lipstick, and the rouge shade brings out the special shape of them.

“Pretty girl, I just wanna make you feel good.”

He whispers before kissing your neck.

You groan quietly.

His voice lowers even more. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Y-yes, baby.” You close your eyes and let your head fall back as his kisses continue downward and to your cleavage.

Ten chuckles before removing his lips from your goosebump-littered skin and holding your chin in between his thumb and index finger.

He clicks his tongue. “Such a pretty face, but without manners…”

He frowns before continuing. “If you’re gonna ask for something, ask nicely.”

Your eyes widen. “Yes. Please.”

He chuckles. “That’s my girl. I think we should make tonight your birthday..”

You nod.

Ten takes your hand and has you stand up in front of him. His dark eyes are locked onto your lips as he takes his phone out of his pocket. Fortunately, he had an amazing sound system installed a few weeks ago, so when he pressed play, a sultry slow RnB song echoes throughout the apartment.

He also uses his phone to dim the lights, emulating a very romantic mood.

You place your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer, placing his hands on your waist firmly.

You move slowly and in sync, your bodies come together as one as your heart races and you struggle to keep eye contact with Ten.

He smiles slightly. “You’re so quiet now. Cat got your tongue?”

“And what should I say when you’ve got me tied around your finger like this?” You chuckle. “You’re good at what you do, Ten.”

Ten laughs before kissing you again.

When he pulls away, you lick your lips. “What do you mean by ‘making tonight my birthday’?”

Ten smirks and spins you around so his chest lays on your back like a blanket. He places one hand around your neck while the other rubs your thigh while moving in an upward motion.

A moan escapes you as his hips grind against you. Your head falls back onto his shoulder.

Ten’s breathing staggers as he lowers his chin into the crook of your neck. His husky voice echoed over the music. “Everything about you is perfect..” he squeezes your butt cheek once he finishes his statement.

“Yeah..but why tonight?” Your eyes close.

“Don’t need a reason, baby. And to be honest, I can’t wait a few more months to celebrate you..”

“Oh..”

“And you know I love this set.” He continues to kiss your neck as his hand cups your breast.

His soft squeezes combined with the scent of his sultry cologne leave you mesmerized and almost dizzy.

A few minutes later, Ten zips your dress down to reveal your ass in skimpy lingerie. It falls to ground and you step out of it.

You’re about to turn to face him when is surprisingly quiet, but he pulls the waist band of your thong and releases it so that it snaps against your skin.

“Ow!” You yelp playfully, but he only chuckles and rubs his hand over the irritated area.

“I have something for you..” he says huskily, causing shivers to run through you.

“Yeah?” You look over your shoulder.

Ten quickly reaches into his pocket and takes out a small black velvet bag.

“There’s one more thing your perfect body needs…”

He pulls out a Diamond-studded waist chain and tosses the bag onto the bed.

You gasp when you see the dazzling jewelry in his hands. “No way!! Ten..this is too much, oh my G-“

“Shhh..lovely, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy with it on.” He chuckles as he carefully places it around your waist and hooks it in the back. The diamonds and his fingers are cool against your heated skin.

You look down and sure enough, the majestic chain made you look and feel even sexier. “Thank you so much, Tennie. I love it.”

“Only for you, baby.”

He smiles before kissing your shoulder.

“Bend over for me.”

You bend over the edge of the bed with your ass up and wait for Ten’s next command.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll be the good boy for you tonight.”

You look over your shoulder at him in shock.

“W-what?”

He smiles and bites his bottom lip. “You still have to be polite.”

“Make love to me, please?”

He shakes his head. “Of course, but right now, what do you desire?”

“Oh…touch me…please.”

Ten nods and pushes the fabric to the side before cupping your heat.

“Ahh..you’re wet just from our dance, baby.”

You whimper as his fingers press into you more and more, then finally, two enter you.

You exhale. “Yes..thank you.”

He takes his time curving his fingers into you while watching your eyes close tightly below him.

You relax the side of your face into the plush bed and focus on his fingers slowly stretching you out.

He loves watching you fall apart under him and as much as he wants to feel what his fingers feel around his already hard member, he knows he has to wait.

“Ten…faster, please.”

“Hmm” he glanced down at your ass as you tip toe in an effort to bring it closer to him.

“I want to go slow tonight, love.”

You whimper. “Didn’t you say you’d be a good boy for me?”

He chuckles. “Ah yes, I did say that, but don’t you think you’re being a bit too greedy? I haven’t even seen your pretty face yet?”

“Ten…”

“And you’re taking me so well..I know you want it badly, right?”

His thumb flicks against your clit and you jump in response.

“L-let me face you then..”

You turn over on your back, using your elbows to push yourself further up on the bed.

Ten chuckles and places his fingers back in while adoring your gorgeous body below him. Something about you only being in this set with your heels and stockings on makes him silently lose it.

He takes your hand in his other hand and intertwines them above your head.

“Please kiss me.” You gaze into his daring low eyes after watching him eye you up and down.

He instantly leans down and takes your lips over like he’s been waiting all his life for you to ask. You moan into his mouth as your eyes close. He applies more pressure onto the fleshy spot, making you whimper and nearly bite his lip.

After only a few seconds, he lowers his face to your pussy and breathes heavily.

“I’ll kiss you here too, okay?”

He flicks his tongue against you while listening to you cry. His moves it in a circular motion as he presses his fingertips onto your sweet spot.

“You like it, right? Do you want more?”

He lifts his head to see your response.

“Y-yes.. More, please.” Your breathing begins to quicken as Ten continues to tease.

“Tell me I’m a good boy then..” he smirks, but never stops his heavenly fingers.

“You’re a good boy, Tennie..” you nod quickly.

Your grip on his other hand tightens as you bite your bottom lip.

He lowers his face again, pressing his lips onto your skin now and making sure apply immense pressure to your clit with his tongue.

“Ahh! So good.” You exhale.

He never lets up on his attack, ensuring that his tongue covers all bases while his fingers move faster. Your breathing grows heavier and your moans combined with his get louder.

You bring your knees to your chest as you run your other hand through his disheveled hair and the new position drives you crazy.

“Mmm Ten..” you cry out and shut your eyes tightly. With a few more brushes from his thumb and devilish tongue, you moan while cumming. You grip his shoulder with your other hand, nails digging into the skin as if to hold on to your sanity.

“Ahh fuck..” Ten groans as he watches your back arch. You shut your legs tightly when your mind goes blank with just Ten’s name running through it.

“Good girl..wanna clean it up for me?”

Ten places his fingers into your mouth.

“Like this?” You lock eyes with him and he giggles at the sight of your eyes wet with your once perfect liner and mascara.

He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth while watching you lick his fingers clean.

“Perfect..”

He then places both hands on either side of your head and kisses your lips deeply.

When he pulls away, you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Can I take your clothes off for you?”

“Of course..” he chuckles.

After sitting on the edge of the bed again, you stare up at Ten as you unbutton his shirt and then unbuckle his belt. You face his rapidly rising chest and sculpted abs. Everything about him was beautiful and radiant, but he was more starstruck by you in this moment.

Your delicate fingers playing with the buttons, your swollen lips between your teeth as you try to breathe heavily. And your dazzling eyes that locked with his every so often.

He rubs his thumb along the side of your face. “You’re so beautiful…”

He swallows hard while watching you struggle to unbuckle his belt.

“but you’re so anxious to fuck me, you can’t even take the belt off, can you?”

You scoff, but tighten your legs at Ten’s husky voice. He giggles unashamedly.

“Oh look at you being cocky..I kinda like it.” You finally take his belt off and bring his pants down slowly.

“Oh really?” He smirks.

“Be a good boy and rest against the headboard.” You say lowly as you stand up.

“I’ll be right back.”

You head to the kitchen while he gets into position.

A few minutes later you walk back in with a can.

“What’s that?” Ten looks up with furrowed brows.

“Oh this? Hmmm let’s just say I like my cake with whipped topping on it.”

You crawl onto the bed with a smile before kneeling over his lap and facing him.

“You’ll let me use it, won’t you?”

Ten chuckles. “Anything for you.”

He smacks a hand onto your ass before cupping it.

You yelp at the surprise attack before laughing together.

You then press the top of the can so that a white swirl escapes onto his nipple.

“Let me clean that up for you.”

Using just the tip of your tongue first, you tease his hard nipples. He moans and throws his head back in response.

You flatten your tongue against it while flicking the tip up and down for a few seconds.

“Cant forget this one..” you say before placing a bigger swirl onto his other nipple.

Ten nearly loses it when you lick vigorously around the sensitive area. His grip on your ass tightens.

“Fuck..baby I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.” He closes his eyes tightly once your hand runs down his thigh.

“Hmmm..but I’m having so much fun.” You lick your lips and look up with an evil glare to which Ten smirks in response.

At that moment, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He suddenly grabs your waist with both hands and brings you down onto the bed beside him.

He yanks your bra down to your midsection, causing your breasts to pop out above it.

“Don’t be selfish, pretty girl, I want a taste too.”

He takes the can from you and places a swirl onto your nipples before licking it off as you did for him. He sucks harder and moans while you cry out his name once more.

He swats your legs apart, pushes the thin fabric covering your opening and places two fingers inside you again while creating a love bite on your neck.

“Ahh! Tennie..I-I’m ready.”

“Well I’m not, I need more sugar.”

He places more whipped topping onto your skin and flicks his tongue against your hard nubs before sucking.

Your head falls back as you start to grow more and more wet with his actions. His thumb brushes against your clit with more pressure. You start to wiggle and your mewls grow louder as you fall apart.

Your hands find his broad shoulders as your press him down closer to you.

“Ten..oh my god.” You cry out as his lips latch onto your other nipple.

“Yes, baby, cum for me, please..I’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t I?”

Your eyes tighten, you’re so close and then he removes his fingers and lifts himself away from you.

“Ten!”

You leap forward and reach for his arm, but he pushes you back.

“Open..” his says sternly with dark eyes.

You instantly open your mouth and let him place his fingers into it, allowing yourself to taste the very buildup of essence he’s caused. Meanwhile, he swirls his tongue around your nipples.

The way he commands your movements and caresses your breasts becomes too much. You cum anyway, clenching around nothing as you scratch his back and whine with his fingers in your mouth.

He kisses the center of your chest and smirks. “Good girl.”

You pant as his fingers leave your mouth.

“I…I thought you were supposed to be the good one tonight.”

“If I was naughty, you’d be a long way from your first orgasm of the night.” Ten says in an almost threatening manner.

You lick your lips. “Ugh you’re good, I can’t even be mad at you. Maybe we should use whipped topping more often.”

He laughs then fixes your bra back to how it was. “No..you’re the only sweet thing I need.”

You roll your eyes.

“Now..” he runs a hand through his hair and lays back against the headboard, patting his thigh while watching you through low eyes.

“I think it’s time for my reward…I’ve been asking for it all night.”

You smirk and lift yourself up over him.

“What now?”

He kisses your shoulder then looks into your eyes and whispers. “Ride me.”

You bring yourself to kneel even though your legs are still trembling from before.

“Would you like to do the honors?” You raise an eyebrow.

A corner of Ten’s mouth lifts slightly. “Of course.”

He grips your waist to bring your body closer to his.

He reaches down to your apex all while looking at you above him, never letting go of your eyes.

His soft fingertips brush against your entrance, and instead of pushing the fabric to the side, he attempts to unbutton where the front and back meet.

He struggles to do so with one hand and you both begin to laugh.

“You’re so anxious to fuck me, you can’t even unbutton it, can you?” You return his question from earlier.

He blushes before laughing sweetly. “God, I love you.”

You gasp when you feel the cold air against your soaking entrance as he finally unbuttons it.

He takes your ass in his hands while you place your hands onto his shoulder. You lock eyes, biting your lip as he brings you down onto his member slowly.

You both moan when he finally fills you completely, you feel complete and satisfied like you have for so many nights. It always felt right with him.

You move up and down slowly, gently swaying your hips to increase the friction in the area you needed it most.

Ten’s eyes wander from your face to your breasts gently spilling out with each thrust, then to your waist now decorated with a chain only half as dazzling as you around it. And then to your thighs where your garter belt and stockings attach.

He silently celebrates your beauty as you close your eyes and feel yourself nearing your climax.

“Is it good, Tennie? Am I rewarding you well?”

Ten runs his hands up your thighs causing you to clench suddenly. He gasps and thrusts harder than he wants to.

You fall forward, latching your lips onto his.

He quickly kisses you back then pulls away so he can watch you again.

“Yes..fuck..so good, you’re doing so well, baby.”

A mixture of moans and cries fill the room, Ten knows you’re just a few more moments from cumming again.

The sight of the gorgeous man below you makes you so incredibly hot, it’s ridiculous.

He smells of cedar wood and citrus, you can’t get enough. His fingertips and hands feel like silk against your skin.

You love taking him this way, but the dainty chain gracing his neck reminds you of nights before when he pushed your body into the bed while gripping the headboard. His necklace would dangle in front you as you went crazy from his smooth, but pleasurable movements.

You moan quietly while running your hands down his pale chest.

“Faster, baby, you’re so pretty like this..” he praises you and it nearly tips you to the edge, but you want to climax with him, you have to.

He resists the urge to take over by flipping you onto your back and pushing himself so deep into your velvet until you both see stars.

You place your hands behind you on his legs as you move faster. Ten loves this angle because he can watch your body more clearly and see your muscles flex with each movement. He can also meet you halfway by thrusting into you.

“T-Ten..baby..cum with me please, I’m so close.” High pitched noises escape you and your head falls back.

“I know, I know, good girl..”

he pushes his hair out of his eyes and watches your bodies meet, your entrance leaving his member glistening with slick as it rises and falls onto him faster and faster.

“Fuck..” he grunts and thrusts in you.

Your movements growl sloppy so he controls your body by grasping your throat with one hand and your waist with the other. He slams you down onto him repeatedly as you clench and release onto him.

“That’s it, my pretty girl.”

Hearing you cry out his name one last time is all he needs. He chokes you as he releases deep inside you and curses.

You breathe heavily, relaxing once he finishes.

A breath leaves you both as you fall into the bed together.

“Wow..what an amazing non-birthday night.”

You chuckle then kiss Ten.

“Hey, it’s someone’s birthday somewhere.” He smiles and hugs you tightly.

You go to the bathroom together, allowing Ten to remove your lingerie set before taking a shower. He whispers sweet word and “i love you’s” while lathering you down in body wash.

You then dry up and cuddle yourselves to sleep.

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run-clever-boy · 4 months

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Your Scars are Beautiful - Tenth Doctor

10 x Insecure!fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of abuse, Cursing, all fluff, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1.3k

The tenth doctor just rescued y/n from a gang that took her on an alien planet. As he is tending to her injuries, y/n shys away to hide herself.

He burst through the TARDIS doors, holding you in his arms. You cling onto him, scared that if you let go you might end up back where you were just minutes ago before he came to your aid. He carries you past the console and into the never ending hallways. A door swings open and you take your head away from his chest just long enough to see the medical equipment inside. He leans down and sets you down carefully on the bed, like a vase he’s scared will shatter.

“Y/n? Y/n? Can you hear me” He said softly as he crouched down next to where you laid.

“Yes, I-I can” You mutter between sobs.

He reaches his hand behind your head and into your hair and pulls you into him.

“Shhhh, it’s ok. You’re with me, you are ok now” He said into your hair “I won’t let anything happen to you”

Your breathing slows and the sobs become less frequent as you stay close to him. You feels bad you are staining his suit coat with tears but you are too weak to do much else. He places a light kiss on your forehead and gets up to get bandages and gauze. You look down, not realizing how hurt you were until now.

He comes back with his bandages and reaches out to touch the large gash on your cheek. You wince in pain and he draws his hand back quickly, muttering apologies. He takes a cotton pad and delicately cleans the gash and removes all the dried up blood. He puts a TARDIS blue bandage on it, of course.

“Where else are you hurt?” He asks, looking into your eyes through his rimmed glasses, looking deeply concerned.

You can feel a sharp pain in your lower stomach from where your captors had stabbed you. Your hand goes to the spot without thinking and the doctor looks at the spots and grabs gauze.

He reaches to lift your shirt and you jump to catch his hand.

“I’m fine, doctor. It’s not that bad I’ll be okay” You mutter through pain. You clearly aren’t okay, but you don’t want the doctor to see you weak. Even worse, you don’t want him to see you weak and think it was his fault.

“You are not, we both know that” he says firmly. He reaches for your shirt and the fabric brushes against the wound in your stomach.

“F-fuck!” You strain to say as pain overwhelms your senses. The doctor has never seen you in pain like this before.

As relieved as he was when he found you, he couldn’t bear to see what they had done to you. They had beaten you, mistreated you, and tortured you just to get to him. All he could think while you were sitting there was how you would’ve been so much safer away from him. Then again, he would never travel without you. You meant too much.

“Please y/n, I’m just trying to help” He pleaded, removing his spectacles to wipe his eyes before scanning your body again.

“I said I’m fine” You said between gritted teeth, wincing in pain as you began to sit up.

“No, you’re not, lie down”

“Doct-“ you begin

“No but’s,” He insists, putting a hand on your chest to push you back on the bed.

You stare at the ceiling, tears forming in your eyes. You figure it’s better if you lift up your clothes rather than him, to make things easier.

You take a deep breath and lift the shirt to show him your wound, turning your face away from his as tears fall down your cheeks. You hate him seeing you like this. The man you have fallen for, seeing you so vulnerable. It feels as if someone cut open your chest, handed him your heart, and said ‘would you mind fixing that for me? Thanks! Put it back when you’re done’.

He noticed how tense you got. He saw everything, of course he did. His heart tore when he saw you hide your tears in your pillow. He wanted to help you, tell you just how beautiful you are and how everything would be ok. As you trusted him in your most vulnerable moment all he could muster up and say was “Nasty wound, I have just the thing.” He got up to get some liquids out of a medicine cabinet. ‘I have just the thing? Really? So comforting doctor, way to go’ he thought.

He dropped an ointment on your wound that surprisingly gave you no pain. You watched as the wound began to slightly heal itself and the doctor wrapped your waist in gauze.

“Doctor?”

“Yes y/n?” He looks in your eyes after finishing dressing your wounds.

“Thank you. For everything” You mutter very softly as you turn to conceal tears once again.

“Hey, hey” He stops, putting his hand under your chin and pulling you to look at him. “You are the bravest person I have ever met y/n y/l/n. You are also the most beautiful, but that’s another conversation.” You chuckle lightly through tears and blush. “I’m so sorry about everything that happened. I should’ve been there. I will never not be there again. I promise. Even better…” He grabs your hand and brings it to him and locks your pinkies together. “I pinky promise! Got that?” You smile brightly and nod. “Good!”

He gets up and puts away all the supplies he used to dress your wounds. He then sits down on the edge of the bed he put you in.

“You are going to need a while to catch up. No adventures for a few days” He says firmly waving his finger at you like a mom grounding her children.

“Yes sir!” You mock salute to him and you both laugh. You look lovingly into his eyes and his smile brightens up everything around you two.

“Doctor?”

“yes?” He questions.

“Earlier, when you were talking. Did you call me beautiful?” You ask. It was a question you had been dying to ask since he said it.

He blushed wildly and starts stuttering to himself. He scratches the back of his neck and is clearly thinking through his response. He sighs.

“I called you the most beautiful woman in the world, though I should’ve said the universe.” He leans closer to you so your noses almost touch. “I’d do it again. I’ll say it as many times as I need to. You are so, incredibly, wonderfully, amazingly, beautiful.”

There is visible shock on your face. You usually expect a joking answer from the time lord, but his seriousness took you aback. Here it was, the man you fell in love with, telling you that you are the most beautiful woman in the universe.

“Then what’s stopping you?” You say, with an odd but sudden surge of courage.

“Stopping me from what?” He asks, cocking his head slightly.

“Well most men only dream about kissing the most beautiful woman in the universe. Are time lords just too good for that?” You say, clearly with a flirtatious tone.

“I’m never too good for you. It’s the other way around, dear.” He practically whispers.

In the long awaited moment, the tensions snaps. He reaches into your hear, cupping your cheek and presses his lips to yours. His soft lips just melting together with yours, like that was where they were always meant to be.

While you may not actually be the prettiest being in the universe, you were to the doctor. If the doctor thinks so, I don’t think anyone else matters. Just y/n and the doctor. Together in the TARDIS. Falling in love with every look. Just as it always has been, and always will be.

A.N. Couldn’t leave it alone, they just had to have a connection moment! <3 Please review and request any fics wanted!

Now on AO3

#david tennant #tenth doctor #10th doctor #the doctor #doctor who #new who #dr who #tardis #tenth doctor x you #ten #ten x reader #ten x you

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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just for the night . ten

"It wasn't real. Until suddenly, it was."

Genre: fakedating!, fluff, pining, enemies to lovers sorta

----

"Ugh. Fight me."

"You wish," Ten smirks back at you in that obnoxious way of his and you swear you'd like to throw a brick at him.

It's Monday evening and raining. The warmth from Baro Baro Bakery is the only thing that's keeping your fingers from falling off altogether, and you honestly would not have been in such a bad mood, if it hadn't been for your insufferably cocky co-worker.

You focus on organizing the buns along the countertop, making sure that they are all aligned and well displayed while trying to ignore the dark-haired man leaning against the storage door, "don't you have anything better to do?"

"Better than watching you organize your buns? I don't think so."

"Do you really enjoy being here?"

"Couldn't have imagined a better way to spend my Monday," his smirk widens into a grin.

"I'm not coming with you."

He has the audacity of throwing you a look full of innocence, "I didn't say anything."

"But that's what you came here for isn't it?" you scowl back.

He pouts then, breaking all semblance of nonchalance as he holds up his clasped hands in an attempt to beg, "a night is all I ask. Please."

"We barely know each other, even less support each other's presence. This is recipe for disaster," you lean back, slide the counter door closed before looking over at him, "what do I even get from this arrangement?"

"This body as your boyfriend, and free food," he quickly adds when he sees you're about as murderous as chucking him out of the bakery altogether, "and my parents don't care who, trust me. They won't even notice."

Your scowl could've murdered him, "Why are you asking me?"

"Because you're the only option I have. The other girls will use this to their advantage--"

"Wow Ten," you let out an exasperated chuckle, "way to make me feel special."

"Well you shouldn't have asked--"

"If we do that, you'll cover my shifts for the next two months," you interrupt before he can retort back, "and give me all your free coupons that you get."

"Uh last time I checked I'm supposed to work up to thirty-five hours--"

"Do we agree or not?"

In the end, he had no choice but to comply to whatever ordeal you'd asked of him and you briefly wonder how bad are his parents for him to be so desperate. It isn't like Ten to ask for favours, especially not those that concern being his fake date for his cousin's wedding. According to Ten, his parents had been badgering him for ages to get himself a date or else they'd present him to someone else altogether -- someone fitting -- and fearing that they'd push him into the arms of whatever businessmen's daughter they could find, Ten had called for help out of desperation.

To say that the situation was out of hand is definitely an understatement. It's not that you don't know Ten. You do, having gotten acquainted during the last year of university when you'd decided to join the dance club, only to find that the said cocky asshole in question was actually talented, more so than others.

You're not quite sure yourself how you'd gotten such a bad first impression of Ten Lee. To be honest, nothing major had sparked fireworks between you, apart from the fact that you spent the first hour of dance class being picked apart and mocked for your lack of dancing skill.

"No, you're doing it all wrong. It's this way."

"A little higher. You need more power in your muscles."

"Do it again. No, not like that--"

It had been torture. It hadn't been fun anymore. And you'd already made up your mind to run away. Nevermind that you loved dancing in your free time. You found dancing in your bedroom much more peaceful and satisfying.

Alas, it seemed like the universe loathed youe plans for every time you tried escaping, you'd manage to bump into Ten himself. Needless to say that he dragged you to class whether it was against your will or not.

"I really don't think I want to continue--"

"Why not?" He'd raised an amused brow, "scared?"

"No, it's just--"

"Just what?"

That had done it. Never in your whole life had you been so determined to prove this little shit wrong. And so you stayed.

Now though, as you comb through your wardrobe in search of something to wear, it becomes increasingly apparent how bad of an idea this is.

The wedding is a monumental event in the Lee family. The celebrations last for three whole days, three whole evenings of family dinners and having to put on airs for people he doesn't actually like. But he does it, because of his unwavering loyalty to his family name and if not that, his grandmother, whom you learnt -- a few days before the wedding -- had been the mother figure he'd leaned upon his entire life.

"So you're telling me that nobody really matters, apart from your grandma whom I should impress?" you ask him one evening at Baro Baro as you're busy stacking the rest of the baked goods away in the storage area, "well, that doesn't put any pressure at all. Thanks for that."

"My grandma is...special. She doesn't usually speak much, so we never know what she might be thinking," Ten answers, "so I wouldn't advise you to say anything you don't mean."

"And yet, you're straight-up lying to her face?" is what you ask with a raised brow.

He has the decency to flush, "that's different."

"She wants you to get married?"

"Who doesn't?" he snorts, "practically everyone in my family is begging me to at this point, ever since Anong announced her marriage."

"What a tough life you have," you say dryly, cackling when he tosses the cleaning rag at your head, "I'm curious though...why me?"

"C'mon Y/N, use your head a little. Why you, of all people?"

"Even with logic that doesn't make sense Ten," you cast him a scowl, "so please, do enlighten me."

"For starters, you're not my type--"

Ouch. Well that didn't hurt at all. You scowl.

"--and there's no way I'm yours--"

"Damn right about that," you grumble out, reaching into the room behind the said young man to make a grab for the broom.

He follows you around the counter as you start sweeping at the floor, "--second, you have no attachments to me or my family, so that shouldn't be a problem when we have to break-up. Third, none of my family actually knows you, so we can practically make things up."

"You're a fucking walking cliché, Ten Lee."

"Wha--I am not a cliché."

"This is literally what romance novels write about."

"Are you saying I'm a romantic?" he grins at you, eyes sparkling in mischief and you grunt, shoving him out of the way in favour of finishing up your work. In all honesty, your bed sounds pretty damn tempting.

"You wish."

You've never really assisted at a wedding before -- the ones you went to as a child don't count -- so to say that you're not bothered at all would be a lie because admittedly, you're really quite curious about how this whole thing plays out.

"A wedding?" Your mother's stare is piercing, eyes boring holes into your skull. You, on the other hand, force yourself to keep gulping down your toast, "whose wedding is it?"

"Someone's cousin."

"And why are you invited?"

You try not to choke on your toast, coughing and quickly downing it with some scalding coffee that burns your tongue, "uhm--I--well, this-- my friend. It's my friend's cousin and he asked all of us to go."

"Who's this friend of yours?"

"Oh you don't know him, he's--" your mind panics, trying to scramble for any kind of information you know from your supposed boyfriend, "he's part of the dance crew I go practice with."

Your mother doesn't seem convinced, but doesn't push further and for that, you're grateful.

"We probably should go over the basics," Ten says as he walks you to the subway station after the night time shift. Part of you wonders whether he has another job, a stable income, or whether he's judt trying to figure out life, like you.

"Like how we met?" Your nose crinkles in distaste.

"We don't have to change all the facts. We met during dance class, and--and we staeted working on a piece together. For a competition."

"We'd have to make up an imaginary competition to prove it to them."

"Ah shit, you're right. Uhm, how about...we were working on something for...uh..." he's struggling and you would've mocked him if you weren't in the same boat.

"End of year performance," you shrug when he sends you a look, "it's not like we'll last till the end of the year. We're breaking up after three days."

"Yeah yeah, that works. Okay so, couple dance. And bam, we fell in love. I fell for your--uh--"

The way he glances over you makes your jaw roll. Does he really have to make it obvious that you're not his type? As if you're not aware of that already.

"Let's say I fell for your amazing sense of sarcasm."

You're not certain why it hurts, hearing it from him. But you brush it aside quickly, not wanting to dwell on it too much.

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend," you snort.

"No. Don't and can't are too different things. In my case, I just don't want it."

"Yeah, because no one wants you," you mutter, before continuing in a louder voice, "and I fell for your sense of humour. Let's leave it at that."

"Deal."

"You owe me. Big time."

---

A few days later finds you decked in one of your sister's dresses, biting your lip nervously as you take in your reflection in the mirror. It's a simple one; black with a boat neckline that shows off your shoulders, curving along your chest, waist, all the way to your mid-thigh. One might think that it's a little too plain for such a thing as a wedding, but it's not like you'll be the center of attention. On the contrary, you wish to blend in with the background and if the dress helps, then so be it.

The doorbell ringing jolts you out of your small reverie. Casting one last look at your reflection, you sling your purse of your shoulder before wobbling your way down the stairs only to find your mother already opening the door.

Terror washes through you. Shit, you think to yourself as you quickly scramble the rest of the way down just in time for the door to reveal Ten's face.

"Hello! I don't believe we've met before!" your mother cooes in that sickeningly sweet voice of hers that makes you want to push her into the kitchen and away from the said young man, "you're Y/N's friend?"

"Indeed I am," Ten's lips curve into a smile as he bows slightly, "it's nice to meet you."

"Well if I knew that Y/N had such a handsome friend, I would've invited you over sooner!"

He laughs, "we actually work together so we're--"

And that's when his eyes find you.

There's surprise. Then shock, mixed in with something you can't quite decipher as he takes you in, your dress, down to the heels adorning your feet.

"What?" you half-bark at him, tearing your own gaze away to fidget with your purse when in truth, you just don't want to gawk at how handsome he is in his suit and tie.

"You clean up well," is what he replies, that same old infuriating smirk dancing across his lips and if you had imagined his shock a few seconds earlier, it's all replaced by his usual playful banter.

"Shut up--ow!" you recoil as your mother whacks the back of your head, "where are your manners, Y/N? Is this the way to talk to someone who's inviting you out?"

"Sorry," you don't mean it though, your scowl deepening as you notice Ten's face lighting with a devilish grin, "and stop smiling like that, it's fucking creepy."

"Apologies your highness," he bows in mock salute, before motioning toqards his car, "shall we?"

It doesn't occur to you that you're actually doing this, actually going to fake date for Ten Lee's sake, until you're sitting in his car and glancing at his side prpfile every now and then. It seems that Ten is just as wary, for he doesn't tease you as he normally does, for once actually allowing the silence to speak in his stead.

"Hey," his voice brings you back to reality. You blink at him, catching sight of the slight curl of his lips, "you look like you're about to shit your pants."

"Well maybe it didn't occur to you, but I don't particularly like lying to people," you reply snarkily.

"Who says we're lying, baby?" And with that, he makes a grab for your hand, intertwines your fingers together, and brings it up to press a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

You can't help but flush slightly, though you don't dare rip your hand out for fear of his driving skills.

"See?" He continues, dropping your still-entangled hands in his lap as hr turns a corner, "not that hard to fool people if you keep blushing like that."

"Oh fuck off," you really hope he can't hear how loudly your heart is beating.

He doesn't drop your hand until he has to park the car, swinging his entire arm back and giving you a glimpse of his collarbones peeking out of his shirt as he does so. You avert your eyes adamantly, cursing inwardly at yourself to just calm the fuck down.

Dim fairy lights illuminate the path up to the hotel venue where the celebration is taking place. Beautiful victorian pillars adorn the entrance that cascades with light flooding from the chandelier above. All around hanging from the ceiling are an assortment of potted plants, vines twirling down with such majestic beauty that it makes your breath away.

"How much did you say your family spent on this?" You croak out as you walk past the reception area in your wobbly heels. Ten, as if sensing your hesitances, places a hand on the small of your back, causing you to jolt at the sensation.

It's not unpleasant. Though it is strange, to have the warmth of his palm close to your skin.

"I don't even want to remind myself," he answers as he guides you down the white marble steps leading to a pavillon billowing with white trails.

People are already chatting by the makeshift stands adorned with the same vines, probably waiting for the said bride and groom themselves to appear. Ten leads you over to a pair of women, one older and sporting grey hair, the other looking like a younger version of herself, and you do not miss the way they glance at each other with smiles that suggest they're falling straight into your trap.

"Ma," it's when Ten calls her name that you manage a forced smile on your face, "grandma. How are you?"

"Chittaphon," His grandma is quick to embrace him, his mother following close behind.

"Hey grandma, this is Y/N. Y/N," Ten motions towards the said woman, "my grandma."

"Lovely to meet you," your throat feels dry athow intensely she seems to be studying you.

"And is this the girl you've been telling me about all this time?" His mother asks.

"Ma," Ten whines out, though the permanent grin on his face says otherwise, "you don't have to call me out like that."

"Oh as if she doesn't know," his mother retorts and without warning, makes a grab for your hands as she smiles up at you, "it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N. Ten's been telling me all about you from the moment you started dancing together."

"Oh did he?" You relish in Ten's sudden embarrassment as he is quick to splutter out, "that's not true!"

"Totally is," his mother replies, "and what a fine couple you make. When can I expect the grandkids? I'm not going to be there forever you know!"

"Ma!"

Ten's face is practically fire engine red at this point and though you should technically feel just as embarrassed, you can't help but cackle at his face. Cute.

No! Your mind screams out, no way.

But you don't have time to ponder over the new flurry of feelings when the wedding march starts blasting through the entire room and in a bout of panic, Ten's arm shoots out to drag you in the seat beside him, just behind his family.

He leans over, mouth barely brushing over your ear, "just a warning; my mother will probably ask you to ask me to propose." He shoots you a piercing glower, "don't you dare say anything."

"Aw, but she's just looking out for her son," you wriggle your eyebrows, loving the sudden turn of events, "wasn't aware that you'e already introduced me to your family before asking me out. How cute."

"Shu--"

"Chittaphon!"

A loud hush from his mother is enough for Ten to close his mouth, opting to throw you a scowl instead as you cackle silently. It seems that you've won...for now.

The ceremony is, undoubtly, beautiful and everything that a woman would ever want and you can't help but get caught up with emotion at the speech delivered by the grrom, a knot forming in your throat at the way he looks down at his soon-to-be wife like she's the most precious thing on this earth.

A brief thought crosses your mind; will there be anyone that will look at you like this?

Claps erupting through the pavillon makes you blink back to reality only to see the newlyweds walk by with brilliant smiles. Congratulations are thrown about in-between peals of laughter and, feeling Ten's hand weave through yours, allow him to tug you to the outer steps where everyone is gathered.

"What's happening?" You ask Ten in a murmur.

His lips quirk up, "oh best part, doll. Just wait," before he cocks his head towards the bride.

You turn towards the said beaming woman, bouquet clasped to her chest and before you know it, she's thrown it in the air with a whoop as the crowd gasps.

And it lands. Right in your arms.

Shocked, you drop it, scramble to pick it back up as cheers erupt through the crowd like an excited buzz.

"Congrats!"

"Oh my god, you're next!"

Ten's mother appears, beaming as she says, "so you will be next, I knew it!"

"Oh, uh--well, I'm not quite sure--" your words are interrupted by Ten's cousin rushing in to offer you his congratulations, "what an honour, Y/N! You have my blessing!"

It's so overwhelming that you freeze on the spot, unable to process that information until Ten manages to pull you away from the crowd around the corner of the pavillon, where you manage to catch your breath.

"Jesus," you can feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, voice breathless, "what was that all about?"

"Like I said, they really want me to get married," Ten shrugs, "you catching the bouquet doesn't help by the way."

"Well what was I supposed to do?" You glare down at the flowers as if hoping they'd combust if you glared hard enough, "give them back?"

He laughs at that, and surprises you by reaching over to push your hair away from your face before grabbing hold of your hand for the nth time that evening.

"Come on," his grin is wide, reaches his eyes and makes your stomach flip over, "let's not miss out on dinner. They have amazing sushi here."

True to his word, Ten is right about the sushi, for it all but melts in your mouth in a mixture of bold flavours that explode on your tongue. Even the main course -- either the option of a steak, grilled fish or beautifully cooked lentil burger for the vegans -- cannot compare to those tiny rolls of delight that make your mouth water with every bite.

Your table, despite being filled with his family, makes you feel at ease. They welcome you with huge smiles and friendly pats on the shoulder, before engaging you in conversation that makes your heart all warm and giddy. It doesn't matter that Ten doesn't love you as he should, you've never felt so comfortable with a group of people that should have picked your every flaw apart like vultures.

Instead though, they ask you about your own family, about where you grew up and what you want to be. His mother doesn't hesitate to pile up your plate when she notices it's empty, his uncle ready to pour wine the moment you're done with your glass. His cousins all fawn over you, telling you stories about Ten's childhood and his inability to make friends back when he was still young and wasn't accustomed to the country.

"He used to be so shy and reserved. I don't know what happened to him afterwards," one of the younger girls says with a snort, "he used to have girls over all the time."

"Wha--really now?" You can't help but raise a brow at Ten, who's in mid-action of grabbing some pork slices to add to his rice mountain.

"What?" He asks innocently.

"Apparently, your reputation precedes you."

"That's--stop feeding her lies!" He bursts out, half in annoyance and half in embarrassment as said cousins fall into peals of laughter, "you were always so fun to tease, Ten."

"Don't make me tell your mother about your secret night dates with that guy from your science class," he points an accusatory fork across the table.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

It's funny to see Ten in such an environment, away from your usual surroundings and from the way his eyes glow and the way his entire face crinkles up when he laughs, it seems that this night means more to him than he makes it out to be.

He catches you staring during the groom's speech after the dinner is cleared, and raises a brow in question before leaning closer, "you're drooling, doll. Speak up." He smirks.

You shove his shoulder with a scowl, "you're actually tolerable when you're not trying to be a know-it-all."

"Funny, I could say the same for you."

"Wow, nice comeback."

"See, you were doing so well up till now. One might even think you're in love with me."

The speed at which your cheeks colour deep red is instantaneous and you look away, hoping that he wouldn't see past the hair falling across your cheek.

But Ten is faster, leaning over his chair to catch a glimpse of your face, "aw," he coos at you, "you're blushing."

"Fuck you."

"Right now?"

The image is so vivid in your head that you can't help but swallow thickly, forcing your eyes to the happy couple feeding each other wedding cake as you grovel out, "you wish."

As if on cue and thankfully saving the tension building between the two of you, another round of applause fills the room as the newlywed couple makes their way to the dance floor. You focus your gaze on the pair, try hard not to let yourself cringe at the heat of the young man's eyes intense on yours.

And it's easier that way, to ignore the sensation of butterflies fluttering through your ribcage wih feelings you can't quite place into words.

You're glad when one of Ten's aunts drag him away to introduce him to some other family friends, leaning back with a soft sigh as you relish the quiet moment of peace. Because a little bit more and something would've shifted in the air between you, something dangerous. Something you cannot quite look in the eye yet.

And that something, in retrospect, is a mistake.

---

"Care for a dance?"

A few hours later finds you in the courtyard overlooking the lush green plains surrounding the villa, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleassnt hum of circadas and the gentle brush of the night breeze tingling the back of your neck.

It's where Ten finds you, on the bench amidst the foilage, high heels discarded at your feet while humming along to the distant beats coming from the dance floor.

You look up in surprise, eyes flitting to his extended hand to his face, "I'm not much of a dancer."

"You're literally in my dance crew, Y/N."

"Well, maybe I just don't feel like dancing today."

You'd hope that he wouldn't push further and just get back to the party. But as insistent as he is, you shouldn't have been surprised when he makes a grab for your wrist, pull you up as his other arm quickly cages you against his chest.

"We can dance here, no problem," he grins down at you, that same grin that makes your heart soften at the edges, "plus, you can't go to a wedding and not dance or you'll get seven years of bad luck."

"You just made that up."

"I just did," his grin turns bashful, "but hey, you're dancing aren't you?"

As much as you don't wish to give him the satisfaction, his smile is infectious. Soon, you find your own mouth curling up at the edges, "have I already told you how insufferable you are?"

"More times than I can count."

"It's not a compliment."

He bursts into laughter and you chuckle, shaking your head as he tugs you even closer as if on instinct, "you really are something, aren't you?"

You blink, "are you complimenting me?"

He wriggles his brows but doesn't answer, causing you to pinch his shoulder, "ow!" He jumps at the contact, a pout forming on his lips, "what was that for?!"

"For being an ass," you mutter while leaning into his shoulder and effectively hiding your embarrassment. In all honesty, Ten has been nothing but the best tonight and it's nothing but your pride that is holding you back from admitting such a thing.

That maybe Ten Lee isn't all that bad.

Oh come off it, your brain screams at you. He's been tormenting you all these years. One single night doesn't change anything.

You're so wrapped up trying to come up with a plausible excuse about Ten Lee that surprise jolts through you upon feeling the weight of his cheek pressing against the side of your head. His hand, initially at your wrist, brings it up to settle upon his shoulder before his other hand joins itd pair around your waist.

He'a humming, the softest tune of the music under his breath that makes you feel all tingly and giddy from goosebumps suddenly eroding across your skin. As much as you hate to admit it, being in his arms had never felt so...good.

Clearing your throat, you bite down on your lower lip as your cheek rests against his shoulder, "this is nice," you can't help but admit grudgingly, "you're not so bad of a partner."

He chuckles, "you're just saying that because it's cold and I'm warm."

You grimace, "I was trying to be nice."

A comfortable silence settles over you as a thought starts nagging at your subconscious. One that you cannot help to voice out after some time.

"You know," you murmur, "we don't have to pretend when nobody's around."

There's a pause. Then, he says:

"I know."

But he doesn't loosen his hold. Nor do you step away. And in the silence, there's some kind of understanding that blooms. It's warm, and crackling with a heat that sends liquid warmth down to your stomach.

Still, you stay in his arms, trying -- and failing -- not to enjoy the moment.

At some point, you're reminded of the wedding party still ongoing and reluctantly pull away when Ten suggests that maybe you shouldn't absent yourselves for so long. Though you have to admit to yourself that you're slightly disappointed as you walk back into the big hall, hanging a few paces back when he runs into some other family of his so as not to disturb their little reunion.

A pat on your shoulder causes you to turn to the source, only to find none other than the bride beaming at you.

"Hi!" She waves for good measure, a dimple on her left cheek, "I'm so glad you could make it, honestly. Y/N right?"

"Thank you for inviting me," you smile back, eyes unwillingly finding Ten's figure twirling a child in his arms on the dance floor. Cute. "Your wedding is lovely."

"Trust me, it was anything but lovely," she sends you a pointed look, "anyway, I'm glad I got to meet you now. Ten has been raving about you for so long that we started thinking you didn't even exist!"

Oh. Now that's interesting. You try to keep a poker face on, "raving about me? Are we talking about the same Ten here?" You try to joke.

"Please Y/N, that boy is whipped for you. If you knew how highly he spoke of you all the time, you'd marry him in a heartbeat."

Your chest tightens. You bite down on your lower lip, not sure how to respond to such a praise when in truth it's the furthest thing from the truth.

"And I have to say," the bride continues, not noticing your silence, "that I've never seen Ten so happy. I don't know what you're doing, but I think you're doing it really well--"

"What is Y/N doing really well?"

You don't have time to turn when sudden arms lace around your waist, a chin dropping upon your shoulder as you stiffen on impulse.

Ten, meanwhile, seems completely at ease pressing you to his chest, ignoring the pointed stare you're throwing his way.

Something jittery flutters in your stomach.

"None of your business," his cousin sticks out her tongue playfully, "we were having girl talk. Right Y/N?"

"Y-Yeah," and then, in a soft mutter that only Ten can hear, "what the fudge are you doing?!"

"Hugging you," you don't have to look at him to know that his smirk is there.

"Anyway, I guess I'll leave you two lovebirds to it," she winks at you, before throwing her cousin a dirty look, "make sure you get a ring on her finger soon. She's a keeper."

You make sure she's out of earshot, then proceed to elbow Ten in the stomach. He grunts, letting you go so that you can turn to throw him a scowl.

"What the fuck was that about?"

Hurt flickers through his face, but you go on nevertheless, "and don't tell me that was for your cousin. That was clearly unecessary."

"Chill babe," he holds up his hands in surrender, "just playing the part, is all."

"Well maybe you should've asked me before doing stuff like that."

"You were fine with me holding you earlier," Ten answers, a frown furrowing his brows, "so I thought that was fine too--"

"You don't get to decide that."

"Okay okay," his frown deepens, emotion swirling in his brown orbs as he lowers his hand, "fine. Sorry I did that, and--"

"And what's all this about you being crazy over me?" It seems like a dam has suddenly flooded through you, all sense of self restraint thrown out of the window as the words slip out like the sharp sting of knives, "your cousin thinks we're in love with each other! And she--she thinks there's a chance we might get married and-- what the actual fuck Ten, have you been lying to them all this time?"

Ten's mouth opens. Then closes. He opens it once more, only to fall short in the silence that prevails.

And as if this couldn't get any worse, a familiar soprano rings through the air, slicing through with an icy coldness.

"What is going on?"

You turn, and sure enough, terror rips through your chest as you spot none other than Ten's grandmother standing before you.

Oh shit.

----

You're not really sure what happened that night. After his grandmother found you screaming your head off at her grandson, she'd asked him for a private chat and before you knew it, Ten's mother had bundled you up in a taxi, smiling apologetically as if she knew about your little plan gone to wreck all along.

You hadn't seen Ten since, nor have you heard from him. A few days after the incident had you caving in to send him a simple text to ask whether he was okay, only to receive nothing in return.

Today marks a week and he hasn't turned up for work either.

You're not sure how you should feel about the whole ordeal, for it is true that he'd lied to his family, yourself, and had made a complete mess out of things. He should be reaping what he sowed.

And yet, part of you wistfully wondered whether the way he'd spoken to you, held you that night, had been built on a lie. His touch had been gentle, tender, almost affectionate.

And you find, to your utmost horror, that you don't mind it.

That night, you don't get a wink of sleep.

Maybe he's guilty and embarrassed by what he's done, and trying to disappear off the face of the earth, which means ignoring you completely. Although, since you had taken part in his whole masquerade, weren't you technically allowed to know whether he wasn't losing his mind, at least?

Your mind keeps on turning and sifting over everything that had occurred between the two of you that night, so focused on remembering how his arms had felt around your waist that you don't even realise there's a presence at the counter until they speak.

"Y/N."

You jump, a yelp dying at the back of your throat when you whirl around only to see the said young man, decked in a light blue hoodie and white-washed jeans.

Ten.

Your heart flips. There's a brief thought of panic; you wonder if you ook dishevelled.

Oh come on, Y/N. Who cares?

"Ten," your voice comes out as a weak murmur and you feel like slapping yourself for sounding like a wanton maid. Clearing your throat, you straighten, "thanks for ignoring me. Thought you got shipped to another country."

"Sorry, I was busy sorting out...stuff," he has the decency to look embarrassed for once, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he lookd around in an attempt to find a distraction.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you don't bother answering. Instead, you lower your eyes to the till, hands clenching into fists at your sides.

When Ten speaks again, it's a very soft-spoken proposition.

`"Look, I...I'm really sorry. About the lies, about everything really. I...there's no excuse and--" he stumbles over his words, pauses, starts again, "I'm really sorry, Y/N."

Your eyes flutter up to his then, and the amount of emotion swirling through his eyes makes your chest pinch with sympathy, throat tightening with emotion.

"Why?" You finally manage to croak out, "why the lies, Ten?"

A pause where he chews on his bottom lip, the silence ringing through your ears as awkwardness settles in the air.

"I was being stupid," he breathes it out, a broken echo of a murmur, "I thought that convincing my family beforehand would make it justifiable and I didn't realise until it was too late that I actually--actually like you, see you that way and...and next thing I know you're on my arm with that pretty dress and looking like everything I've ever wanted. And I'm sorry if I got carried away with it. I know you didn't like me that way and I--I wanted to at least have this night to daydream about what it would actually be like," he swallows thickly, takes another shaky breath, "to be with you."

You take in his words in silence, shocked at first at what he'd meant. And it isn't just about what he'd said but how he'd said it that resonates with you and makes your heart suddenly cartwheel in your chest.

The more you replay his words, the more it becomes clearer to you; standing in front of you, for a moment, isn't just Ten the boy who always finds faults, who always mocks you for everything that you are, but just Ten, the boy who got your heart beating like crazy when you danced together, the boy who flirted with you throughout thr wedding and who, without shame, is spilling out his hesrt for you take or break however you like.

He's probably anxious about the thoughts running through your brain and doesn't waste time to say, "I don't want anything out of this Y/N. Do with it whatever you like, but you deserved an explanation, at least."

Still, you open your mouth, only for nothing to come out.

"That's all I wanted to say," he turns away slightly, eyes quickly finding yours before dropping away, "I won't bother you again. Sorry."

And you watch as he turns his back and strides for the door, heartbeat suddenly roaring through your ears, blood pulsing along your brain as a knot coils in your stomach.

He's leaving, and he's going to leave without giving you the chance to even say something back, to give him an answer to his sudden confession.

You don't wait.

Your feet jolt forward and you barely realize you've called his name until he turns, just in time for you to hook your fingers onto his shirt and tug him in close enough that your noses brush.

The sight makes your breath stutter. You take a shaky inhale, feeling Ten's own body stiffen slightly, before he lets out a soft breath of his own.

Time stops on its axis, a pocket of infinity carved out for you and him as you softly allow your lips to press against his.

Warmth blooms, spreads through your limbs. Ten's gasp is silent, dying at the back of his throat.

Pulling back slightly, your teeth find purchase on you bottom lip as your orbs flit up to his in fear of what you'd find there.

Only to find nothing but deep, naked affection.

Your own breath staggers. Chest tightens, goosebumps blossom along your skin.

Ten holds your eyes as a silent question hangs in the air and after what seems like eternity, you open your mouth only for his hand to slip up to your cheek, cupping it in his palm before pulling you in.

He kisses you.

Fireworks ignite behind your lids. He tilts your head and you comply without much effort, quickly surrending to the way his lips move against yours, a rythm that drowns out the entire universe altogether. Your chests press together as one of his hands grips your waist, fingers pressing into the small of your back through your shirt, and a gasp falls from your mouth.

He swallows it up, mouth slotting against yours intimately as your hands find their way up his shoulders to wrap around his neck. He grunts softly as you kiss back, sighing into the kiss once your fingers card through his hair and doesn't hesitate to part your lips with his tongue to kiss you longer, harder. Deeper.

It's overwhelming, exciting. You can't get over how good it feels, about how good this feels.

You don't realise that he's backed you up to the counter until the cool wooden surface presses against your back, and as your lips part in distraction, Ten doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your frame to haul you up before stepping between your legs.

"Ten!" You can't help but gasp at his boldness, but he only grins back, that same crooked smile you'd glimpsed of the night of the wedding.

"What?" He murmurs, breathless, nose skimming down to your neck and nuzzling the skin there. Liquid warmth pools to your core as you shiver, flushing upon feeling his fingers slipping underneath your shirt to rest on your naked skin.

His eyes are dark, intense with emotion as they lock on yours. Tilting his head and nose brushing yours once more, he doesn't hesitate to land another chaste kiss. And another. And another. Until your head is spinning. Until all you can feel, see, smell, is Ten. And Ten alone.

And when he leans in for another kiss, tongue dancing with yours, you welcome him with open arms, a small whimper muffled into the kiss.

Ten's chest rumbles before he presses againts you, and the contact makes you whine out his name in breathless stupor, a sound that causes him to smile into the kiss.

You part for air after some time, chest heaving as you lean back. The young man takes this as his chance though, lips finding their way to your jaw and presses a string of kisses right up to your ear.

It makes your toes curl in delight, even more so when he murmurs out, "I wish I could've done that sooner."

Bright red spots of colour bursts across your cheeks and your body squirms in reaction, trying to turn your head away as embarrassment rushes in, "well maybe if you weren't such a dick, you--"

You inhale sharply as his lips cage in the sensitive skin at your neck, a slow bite causing a whimper to fall from your mouth,

"T-Ten--" you try to stammer out, only to fall short with another strained gasp when he slowly starts suckling on the said patch of skin.

Your body jolts, hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair to pull him closer. You feel, at the back of your mind, the slow sensual caress of his fingers up your spine to trace the underside of your bra. You can't stop yourself from melting in his touch, head falling back to give him whatever he wants and the satisfied growl that leaves him makes your heart giddy, your stomach knot up deliciously.

It's only when he finally halts his attack and draws his mouth away that the realization hits you; you're making out with Ten Lee, in Baro Baro Bakery, and loving every second of it.

He must feel you stiffening in his arms, for his head tilts to the side in hopes of catching your gaze. And when he does, you blink at the rosy blush littering his cheeks.

"What is it?" He whispers, unconsciously stroking up and down your naked spine.

You shiver in his hold, though you lean into him as if it's second nature, "nothing," you mutter into his neck, "it's just weird."

"Weird?" He laughs.

"Yeah," you pull back slightly, "it's weird to think that just a week ago I could barely look at you without wishing to slap your face."

He scowls momentarily and you can't help but giggle, "don't look at me like that. It's true."

"Yeah maybe for you," he mutters, loud enough that it reaches your ears.

That causes your eyebrow to perk up curiously, "oh? Care to elaborate? Are you confessing something here?"

"Y/N, I literally just confessed to you."

"And I seem to have short term memory," your grin widens, loving how flustered you seem to make him with all those poignant assumptions, "are you blushing?"

"You are," he retorts hotly.

"Look at yourself, honey--"

Ten yanks you forward, chest pressing against yours and lips hovering over your own. His eyes are dark, stormy with self-restraint and that's enough to shut you up.

You swallow thickly as the corner of his lips curl up, teasing, "I could say the same for you. You're all talk until I make you speechless, aren't you?"

"Don't use my words against me."

Chuckling, Ten proceeds to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, "I'm not, doll. I'm teasing you."

Heat springs through the back of your neck and you try piecing words together to distract yourself from how close he is.

"So, uhm--" you stammer out, hating how his grin widens at your struggle, "you said something about liking me?"

"I did. And I recall you telling me you did too."

"I never said such a thing."

"Right. Yeah. You were too busy snogging my face off--" Ten's words cut off in mid-laugh while he catches your arm aiming to slap his shoulder, "oh god, you're so fun to mess around with."

"Fuck off, Ten!"

His laughter just increases tenfold and it's so catchy that you join in, grinning as you push away some of his hair away from his eyes, "you're an idiot," is what you declare.

His grin is so wide it's almost blinding, "am I yours, though?"

"If you want to be."

He moves so close he can kiss you if he tilts his head, "I want to," he whispers.

A smile breaks across your face and before you know it, your arms wind around his neck once more before you bring him down into a kiss.

----

“So you’re actually together?”

That is the first thing that bursts out of Ten’s mother’s mouth as her eyes dart between you and the said young man as if she can’t quite believe it herself. Your hands, clenched until white in your lap, are starting to sweat underneath the pressure of her gaze. It’s not that you fear her, quite the contrary, you’ve no doubt she’s an amazing mother with kind gentle eyes and never having raised her voice all her life at her children. But from the impression that you’d left that night at the wedding, there’s a very little chance that Ten’s mother actually wants to accept you back with open arms.

“Yes,” Ten’s hand slide into yours for good measure, breaking your fingers away as he keeps his gaze on his mother’s, “we didn’t start on a good foot, and I did ask her to accompany me because I — because I didn’t want you to worry. But whatever I said about likingY/N— this part is true.”

Silence descends as his mother’s eyes flicker from his face, to yours, then back to him. It’s clear that she’s confused. Heck, you would be too if your son suddenly turns up to say that he’s finally going out with his fake date after having caused a ruckus. Maybe she doesn’t want to trust you anymore. Maybe she’s already started finding someone else for Ten, someone more suitable, someone who doesn’t lie in the first place.

But all those thoughts fly straight out of the window the moment her face breaks into a grin too wide to be faked.

“Finally!” She claps her hands together in childish glee, her eyes crinkling up into half-moons, “I’m so happy for you! Wait till Grandma knows this! Oh Ten, I knew there must’ve been something more all along!” There's no way this could have been all fake."

Your head ducks shyly at her reaction, “I’m really sorry about that night,” you murmur out, eyes quickly straining to the edge of the table.

"As long as Ten is happy and you both are finally together for real,” his mother beams, “that’s all that matters, hm?”

You swear you could’ve hugged her. The thought is so strong it makes your eyelids water slightly.

You quickly blink the emotions away as you mumble out your thanks along with a shy smile that she answers tenfold. That is followed by Ten’s fingers squeezing your own gently, but firmly, a reminder that he, too, is here for you.

"Anyway, would you two like some mangoes? We just received a fresh batch from the neighbours," she's already standing up before you have a chance to say anything, quickly toddling out of the kitchen like it's her main mission.

"Your mom is so cute," you murmur out to Ten, who can't help but grin back at you. That same, crooked grin that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

"You know where I got my genes from?" He wriggles his brows, making you bump your elbow into his shoulder with a chuckle.

It's safe to say that your relationship has smoothened out ever since his confession. No more mockery or hatred, and that makes you wonder if there ever was any hatred to begin with, or just tension. Your sister likes to think you're the epitome of enemies-to-lovers trope and for once, you're not the one to stop her. Because it's clear from Ten's teasing demeanour and mischievous behaviour that it had always been his way of demonstrating affection.

"I was flirting with you all along Y/N," is what he says when you ask him about it while he walks you back to your house that night. His arms are full with sweets from their homeland that his mother had insisted you take, "you were just too blind."

"Well then, you suck at flirting."

He scoffs, "uh no? You're the one who can't take a hint."

"Making fun of how awkwardly I dance in front of everyone is not flirting."

He can't help but grin cheekily at the memory, "you were pretty funny though, admit it."

You show him the finger as response, which only makes him laugh even louder before landing a quick peck on your cheek, "c'mon, that was ages ago. Don't sulk with me now."

"I'm not sulking."

"You so are."

You growl at him, making him laugh even harder at the situation. And despite everything, you grin at the happiness stretched across his face like an ephemeral painting you wish to keep forever.

He's so beautiful. How have you not noticed that before? It's not his face, but more the way his face transforms whenever he's genuinely happy.

You wish you can engrave that picture in your head forever.

"Well, that's me." You stop in front of your house and without looking at your watch, know that you're thirty minutes after curfew. Though...your mom doesn't mind. Not when Ten is responsible.

His fingers catch yours, essentially drawing you back to him as he flashes you a sweet smile, "see you tomorrow?" He murmurs, bringing your knuckles up to press a kiss atop your skin.

You try not to let your blush show, "being all smooth now, are we?"

"If it's gonna make you blush, why not?" And he tugs you even closer until your foreheads touch. Then, in a movement so gentle you fear he might break, he allows his mouth to catch yours.

You all but melt, arms slipping around his shoulders as you deepen the kiss with a sigh. Ten grunts in response, pressing one last chaste kiss on your lips before pulling back to hug you against his chest.

He allows his head to rest against your temple, and when you hug him, you swear you can hear his heart throbbing in his chest.

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restlessmaknae · 9 months

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After saving the world together, the son of Aphrodite takes it upon himself to get your attention by visiting your archery classes unannounced - much to your annoyance and much to everyone else's amusement.

➳ Characters: son of Aphrodite!Ten x daughter of Ares!reader/you

➳ Genre: Camp Half-Blood au, greek mythology au, comedy, enemies to lovers

➳ Words: 2.6k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, innocent lives taken, Ten is called stupid a few times (but reader is in denial, that's why)

➳ A/N: This story is part of my '5 words, 5 stories' series for which I wrote 5 totally different stories with 5 different band members featuring the same 5 words "I'm sorry, I love you". If you're interested in the other stories, check out this link! Otherwise, they can totally be read on their own. Dedicated to @dat-town❤️

➳ Check out: my NCT masterlist

➳ NCT taglist: @dat-town, @sweetjaemss, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @effulgentfireflies, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @squiishymeow, @heyditseeey

“No, widen your stance!”

“I’ve told you, you should stand at a 90 degree angle to the target!”

“What are you doing? You are not Hephaestus at work! Straighten your spine, you fool.”

It was never easy to be at Camp Half-Blood, but when you were the instructor instead of the pupil, it was even more difficult. You knew that not everyone can be a skilled archer like yourself - for instance, the kids of Aphrodite had never been one for archery -, but at least they should seem like they were trying. They should listen to you instead of going after their own heads or daydreaming about their crush in a different cabin. You were their instructor, for gods and goddesses’ sake!

Yangyang, one of the Hermes kids, let out a frustrated huff after another completely missed attempt, and instead of aiming at the target, he put one hand on his hip while holding the bow in the other, ready to throw it to the ground.

“Yangyang, you better not-”

As soon as he heard your authoritative voice and noticed your deadly glare, he pulled his lips into a (faked) innocent, boyish smile. That boy was one for tricks and smooth talking, but you never gave in to such behaviour. You were the daughter of Ares, the god of war after all. You didn’t come here to be messed with - you were determined to teach everyone how to do archery even if they were a seemingly hopeless case. Like Mark Lee who - despite being the son of Apollo, so supposedly excelling at archery - could not aim further from the target each and every time. At least, he was trying though. Even after yet again falling for Yuta’s trick (thinking that he got apple juice from the son of Dionysus, not actual alcohol), being hungover yet again, he was here, making the effort to aim at the target (even though his arrows flew everywhere like a firework).

“I was just imagining myself in a fight. I didn’t actually want to act on my intrusive thoughts,” Yangyang reasoned with a grin, and you just shook your head.

“I must warn you that we will have field archery soon, so if you can’t bring yourself to do target archery now, that will be even harder. As in, the target won’t be in a straight line like now.”

“Yes, I might stand a chance then,” Mark chirped gleefully. “I can’t bring myself to shoot in a straight line, but with field archery, I might have some luck,” he added beamingly, and you respected his optimism even though archery scarcely had anything to do with luck.

Either way, you walked up and down the archery field, correcting postures and suggesting to change bows, taking your job very seriously. After basically saving the world with a few other demigods, you decided to stay at the camp instead of leaving and trying to head for college because you knew that this camp needed some heavy training if there was ever another mission to accomplish.

Even though you were certain you could take on the world yet again, the more trained campers there were, the merrier. Besides, you couldn’t be everywhere all at once - last time you might not have been able to go and come back from the Underworld if Johnny, Kun and the others hadn’t protected the camp from a flock of monsters unleashed from the Underworld. Hades and Zeus had a beef yet again, and of course you had to be the ones to suffer the consequences.

Though it was not only you who decided to stay instead of going to college after finishing school…

“Oh, look who we have here!” The mellifluous voice of Aphrodite’s son reached your ears as you turned around even before he could signal his presence. Your hearing was good, and he didn’t exactly have the lightest steps - unlike yours, you were like a shadow, trained to be invisible and go around silently.

“Ten…” You gritted through your teeth even before you came face-to-face with his grinning face. This boy had too much confidence for someone who walked around half-naked (most of the time) and missed being shot (sadly all the time) when he decided to visit your archery classes. It seemed to be his favourite pastime activity these days.

“Don’t I look dashing today?” He inquired proudly as he swirled around in his robe. Because the damn boy wore a bathrobe, except that he didn’t bother to tie it in the front, so his whole chest was out on full display - much to the entertainment of some girls in your class.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t decide to march into my class aka march straight into the archery field all the time,” you mentioned, completely ignoring his question, as you pointed around. Ten literally walked to the centre of the field where you were supposed to say your instructions about the next exercise. If he had walked out just a few minutes earlier, someone might have shot him. Mark Lee probably would have.

“I’m sooooorry,” he pouted, but anyone could tell that it was fake acting on his part. No one did fake acting better than the Aphrodite kids. “I love you, Miss Instructor, and I just can’t bear not seeing you even for a day,” he winked at you, and you acted as if you gagged at him.

Just because you had saved the world together once, it didn’t mean that you were anything more than comrades at best. Even though you couldn’t deny that he had been there when you almost had a nervous breakdown because you had doubted your skills… Damn it, why did he have to see you at your worst?

“If you don’t want me to shoot you straight through your heart, I advise you to leave,” you warned him through gritted teeth, but as expected, he turned the tables.

“But you’ve already done that. Eros has nothing on you.”

There were a few murmurs hearing that, and a group of girls blinked at the two of you in confusion. Even though there had been rumours about you two having developed romantic feelings towards each other during the mission, they had died down a few days after your return. However, ever since peace settled into the camp again, the rumours had grown stronger again, and Ten was definitely not helping the situation with his ever so frequent (and very much unannounced) visits during your classes.

“Besides, I don’t think everyone despises my presence as much as you do,” he added smugly as he winked in a few, shushing girls’ direction. They shrieked excitedly at the gesture, acting like stupid teenagers in those stupid teen movies you had seen on TV before you realised that they were a load of trash. Well, they were teenagers after all.

“Shut up, Ten!” You rolled your eyes, and you were ready to push him off the field when he looked back at you, his lips slowly curling upwards, curling seductively, and you knew it, you could feel what was about to come. “If you dare to say ‘make me’, I’ll shove you off right now,” you added before he could open his mouth, but that just fuelled his fire even more.

“Looks like someone knows me too well.”

“Looks like someone chatted way too much on our way to literal Hell.”

“Well, I can’t deny that I had a good time.”

“Well, I didn’t,” you bantered with him because you could not let him win this one. You were the daughter of Ares, you didn’t just lose to a guy with the IQ of a fish.

Ten was about to open his mouth, but Johnny showed up in his usual training clothes, and you knew that it signalled the end of your class because the campers were supposed to have his lesson after yours. Yangyang was overjoyed at the arrival of the son of Artemis while Mark Lee whimpered that he wanted to try some more to see if he could have any luck today.

“Bye bye, Miss Instructor!” Ten waved at you as he was scurrying away, and you couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Johnny.

“He leaves only when the class is over, that dumbass.”

“Not gonna lie, he’s trying hard to get your attention,” Johnny pointed out, bemused, and you couldn’t help but realise that there had not been any rumours about Ten being with girls since you had returned to the camp together. Flirting with girls? Yes, he was still doing that, but he was the son of Aphrodite, it came with his blood, but being with girls and seen kissing girls like he had been before your mission… you had not yet heard such rumours. Maybe that’s why everyone believed that you were actually together.

You shrugged though, trying not to think of the way he looked at you, the way he held your hand and squeezed it and the way he had promised you that everything would be alright when your plan had almost fallen through during your mission.

Back then, you had just escaped the Underworld together with Ten only to get to know from Persephone that Hades was currently outside, doing god knows what. Meanwhile, storms were raging, tsunamis flooded cities, drought dried out lands of crops, and ultimately, people were suffering and dying as a consequence. That’s what you had always hated about the gods and goddesses: no matter what, they could never find peace, and whenever they stirred up trouble, it affected humans in the human world. Innocent humans, women, men, children, parents, sisters, brothers… All because these so-called mighty immortals could not control their feelings.

Your best chance afterwards had been to visit Hermes because he always knew where to find someone. At least, he knew where to start finding him. However, instead of a direct answer, Hermes had told you that his roadways had been distributed due to the turbulence in weather, so he couldn’t have helped you. Instead, he had directed you to Anemoi, the wind gods, because they might be able to lend you their compass to tell you the direction of Hades. For that, you had to travel to the Tower of the Winds in Athens, and on your way, you had not only lost precious time but also hope.

With Hades’ rage, many monsters from the Underworld had emerged, and you had to constantly battle through them as they had started popping up out of nowhere. You had been hurt, sleep-deprived and very, very tired of this whole thing by this point, no wonder you had not been in the best mood while you had been walking towards the Tower of the Winds (and to do that, you had to go there after closing hours and turn off the security cameras around, so ultimately breaking the law here and there), and Ten had picked up on it.

“Are you going to stay silent for the rest of the mission?” The boy had asked, breaking the silence that had been stretched between you two ever since the son of Aphrodite had realised that you would not react to his words, let alone snap at him for his stupidest ideas.

You had continued walking forward sulkily, not in the mood for small talk, but he had grabbed your wrist, making you turn towards him. Your immediate reaction had been to fight back, but he had seemed to expect that, hence he had yanked your other hand away before you could peel his fingers off.

“Hey, I know you’re mad, but it’s going to be alright. We’ll put an end to this soon, I can feel it.”

“You and your optimism…” You had tsked snarkily, your mood not at all lifted by his supposedly motivational words.

“I know you feel like the weight of the world is on you, and I know you think that I can’t compare to you which is, in a way, actually true because you can kick ass better than anyone at Camp Half-Blood,” he had started again, and hearing that, your lips had curled upwards just a bit. Only a bit. Ten wasn’t one to flatter anyone but himself, so his compliment had meant a lot to you.”But let me share that burden with you, just for the duration of this mission. You can go back to hating me afterwards, but let me help whenever I can.”

“I don’t hate you,” you had blurted out, your voice coming out raspy after not speaking up for so long. Hearing that, the boy’s eyebrows had elevated, and his lips had started to curl into a smile, but before he could have continued, you had added: “I just find you annoying.”

“I prefer annoyingly handsome, but I’ll let it slide this time,” he had joked, and you couldn’t have found the will in you to go against him, not this time.

When he had let his features become solemn again, he had just stared at you for a few seconds, and you had this jarring feeling stirring up something inside your heart. You weren’t one to let anyone close to you, but spending so much time together while hopefully saving the world had undeniably brought you two closer and he had seen you in so many ugly and vulnerable situations (such as meeting your father on the way to Hermes, and having to hear from him that you had been nothing but a nuisance in his eyes because someone who was focused on battle all the time shouldn’t have made the mistake of having a child like you, a girl on top of that even though he had had many love affairs during his lifetime), seen you sleeping with your hands balled into fists, your knife by your side, seen you cry when some monsters from the Underworld had attacked a child, and you couldn’t have saved her… So yeah, the list was long by that time.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you. It will be alright, I promise,” he had told you, and this time, it had seemed convincing. You had felt yourself soften a bit, and may it have been because of your less alarmed body language or the solemnity of the situation, but the boy had squeezed your hand and you had let it, you had let him do so.

For once, you had wanted someone to hold you like that, so you wouldn’t need to be the one to always keep yourself together, and no matter how much you would have wanted to deny it, it had been him. The one you had supposedly found annoying and bratty and self-centered before this very mission.

“Hey! Are you okay? You had been zoning out a bit,” Johnny’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, and you shook your head in an attempt to shake off the remaining parts of the flashback. You swore you could have felt the ghost of Ten’s touch on your fingers though.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I still find him annoying,” you clarified as a belated point to your previous conversation, and let Johnny smirk to himself all he wanted, you headed to your own cabin.

A voice in your head gawked at you though, repeating the same word over and over again: liar, liar, liar…

Maybe one day, you will be brave enough to confront your feelings instead of denying them, but that day was not today.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading the fic! Personally, I really enjoyed writing it as I love the setting and also sassy Ten is just iconic haha

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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Need A Ride? (Doctor Who One-Shot)

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: You’d fucked him many times, of course, but never like this. Never on top.

CW: sub!Ten, dom!Reader, smut (gn)

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If there was one thing you loved about the Doctors cock, it was how long it was. He wasn’t the thickest, but he was longer than the other guys you’d been with. His cock sort of leaned to the side when it was hard. It was cute, honestly.

“F-fuck, Doctor-” you breathed, eyes clenched shut as you slowly started to sink on top of him. You could feel the Doctor’s fingers flexing on your hips, trying not to drag you down onto him faster than you were ready for it. You’d fucked him many times, of course, but never like this. Never on top.

“Oh-hoh,” the Doctor all but whimpered, nails digging crescent moons into the flesh of your hips. “Oh, love, you feel- you feel amazing.”

You grinned, rocking your hips and sinking down a little further. Then a little more, and then finally, finally, you were seated fully on top of him. Your mouth sat ajar as you acclimated to the feeling of his dick so far inside you it was already rubbing at one of those spots that made your core tighten.

You experimentally rolled your hips, one hand pressed on the Doctor’s tummy for balance and support. You moaned loudly, and the Doctor’s cock twitched at the obscene sound.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” You giggled, rolling your hips again. The Doctor’s brows pulled inwards as the pleasure built. You may have spent a good half hour teasing him until he was begging you to fuck him. Poor thing was desperate. He wouldn’t last long, but that was fine.

“Aw, poor baby wants to cum, huh?” You asked, leaning back and propping yourself up on his thighs. The Doctor whimpered, head tilting back and exposing that pretty neck for you. God, you wanted to take a bite out of that throat. Maybe you would later. You’re pretty sure the Doctor would go nuts for that.

“Y-yeah,” he gasped out, trying to fuck up into you but failing miserably. You chuckled and began to rock against him, angling yourself so that every thrust had him rubbing the best spots inside you. There was nothing quite like a good fuck to calm the nerves, was there?

You used the Doctor, fucking yourself on him over and over, chasing your pleasure. He gripped at your hips and whined for the most part. Poor thing wanted to cum, but wouldn’t until you let him. He was good like that, always doing whatever he could to please you. So good for you.

At some point, the Doctor worked his fingers across your hips and lower tummy, fingers reaching their destination there. He worked at you to bring you closer and closer to the edge, and when you finally came, clenching tight around him and moaning yourself hoarse, he worked you through that, too, though he found his hand jerking as he tried not to cum himself.

You fucked yourself on him further, moving to lean forward again and put your all into it, clenching down with every rock of your hips. The Doctor yelped when you tweaked one of his nipples, and his jerking leg told you that he was very, very close.

“Cum for me, darling,” you said lowly, eyes lidded with exertion. “Cum for me, right now.”

The Doctor whined, lips parting as he panted beneath you.

“Y-yes, fuck,” he whined as he finally let go, ropes of pearly cum coating your insides. His hands wrapped around your hips once again and gripped you tight enough to bruise as he thrusted up inside you jerkily and desperately, working his high out from you like a man possessed.

You moaned at the overstimulation.

“Oh, there you go. That’s it. Fuck me, darling. Use me.”

The Doctor’s eyes screwed shut tighter as he fought to keep fucking you. He was desperate for the friction, desperate for more, but the overstimulation was starting to become too much for him. He whimpered loudly, and you shushed him gently, pressing your hips down onto him so he couldn’t jerk into you anymore.

His cock twitched madly inside you, the last beads of cum painting themselves inside.

“It’s alright, we can go again later, yeah?” You said, cupping his cheek. The Doctor nodded.

“P-please,” he whined. This was the least you’d ever seen him speak. You must have fucked the rambling out of him.

“Of course, honey.”

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daydreamingyuta · 5 months

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NCT as Husbands Series: Ten

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!ten wc: 518 nct as husbands masterlist

I just know Ten would be such a sweet husband! You know that one youtube video where Ten calls the shower his safe space and that's why he spends a lot of time taking one? I feel like his wife would be another safe space for him too 🥹 like you're for sure someone he finds such comfort in and someone who he can be totally relaxed around!

I also think that you two would just always find yourselves staying up late, just talking about any and everything. like you're the person he goes to when he wants to talk about the future, about dreams he has, or when he just wants to relax and laugh with you.

Really really loves when you get in your clingy moods! He just finds it so adorable when you just want to have his arms around you, and cuddle. also loveess it when you trace his tattoos when your cuddling 🥹

He also just adores doing the simple things in life with you. like the things that make you feel like a kid again!

Ten has been hyping this date up for a week now. Every chance he gets, he tells you just how excited he is, but he still will not tell you where he's taking you. You two are currently on the way to the date location so you'll find out soon what he's been excited for this whole time. Since you had no idea where he was taking you, you went through about four outfit changes. You actually had 'given up' and came out in a hoodie and sweatpants as a joke but he seemed to love the idea, so he changed into a hoodie and sweatpants as well. It was already dark out, so you really couldn't tell exactly where you were, but that issue was soon solved when bright neon lights came into view. "The arcade? This is what you were so excited about?" You couldn't help but let out a laugh at his cuteness. "Yes, isn't it perfect? We're gonna have so much fun." He says, as he pulls out a plastic bag full of coins which you had no idea where he could have possibly been hiding from you. ⸻ You had no idea why you doubted your husband, the arcade was such a brilliant date idea. You actually almost scored higher than ten in every single game, until he challenged you to Dance Dance Revolution. You knew that he danced for a living, but you weren't expecting him to completely demolish you. Honestly the whole time you both couldn't stop laughing at how horrible you were doing. However, he did make it up to you by playing the claw machine and winning you the cutest bear you've ever seen in your life. "He's so cute!" You say as Ten slings his arm around you and kisses your temple. "So you forgive me?" "Hmm." You search around the arcade until your eyes land on a game that you've always been good at. "I'll forgive you if I beat you in a game of Skee-ball."

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doctorslove · 2 years

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Great to see you're still around. I love your stuff! Could you maybe write something with the Doctor and the reader being really oblivious and Donna being an exasperated matchmaker? With them finally getting together at the end. Thank you in advance :)

hi!!! <3 i'm glad you're all still around too!! i thought this idea was so cute and it motivated me to write something here after a looong time even if it's short. enjoy :)

tenth doctor x gn!reader

words: around 500

"Oh please, just give him a chance. You haven't even met him yet! Who knows, maybe he's the love of your life," Donna brought up the same topic she had been bothering you about all week.

"He's not!"

"And how would you know?" she asked you, raising a brow.

"Because he's not the Doctor," you thought, but instead you bit your bottom lip and kept yourself silent.

You didn't have to say anything for Donna to read your mind though. She knew very well that the man she was trying to set as your blind date was not the love of your life. She knew very well that this title was taken by the one and only, Doctor.

But you wouldn't admit it. And neither would the Doctor. So she had to come with a plan because you were both driving her insane.

She used the name of one of her neighbors – who she was sure would never even be needed to show up – and tried to play matchmaker.

The results were exactly what she expected: The Doctor got insanely jealous every time she brought this “Mark” up and you kept rejecting the idea of going on a date with him without a second thought.

“Come on, Doctor, back me up here,” Donna turned to look at him.

“I think Y/N is perfectly capable of finding a suitor without our help. I think you should stop pushing,” he said irritated and Donna couldn’t hold back her smile.

“I don’t understand why you’re both so negative about it. Mark is lovely,” she responded, with a fake tone of disappointment in her voice. “But the Doctor is right, I shouldn’t push you more than I already have about it. At the end of the day, maybe someone else has stolen your heart and you’re too shy to tell us.”

She dropped the bomb and left the room, leaving the Doctor jealous of a new person now. As if Mark wasn’t enough... He was now jealous of this person you were so into, you wouldn’t give the chance to anyone else to even meet you.

It made sense. Why else would you be so hesitant to go on this date?

“Is she…is she right?” he couldn’t help but ask, walking closer and closer to you.

“About what?” you asked, innocently.

“About someone else stealing your heart.”

“Maybe,” you whispered, lowering your gaze. “But he doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t?”

You shake your head. “And he also doesn’t feel the same way, so maybe I should just go on this damn date.”

“No,” he said a little too fast; a little too loud.

“No?”

“No. Because…because maybe he does feel the same way after all,” he said, standing in front of you now, taking your hand.

“Doctor?” you asked softly and he pulled you into his chest.

“Don’t go on the date, Y/N,” he whispered with his lips almost against yours, before giving you his sweet first kiss. First of many.

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In your dreams

☆ characters: dreamer!ten & hunter!you ☆ genre: dreamer cycle au ☆ warnings: betrayal, manipulation, murder, major character’s death ☆ request: DV27. form this prompt list ☆ summary: “In another life, you would have loved to grow old with him, have a family and a bunch of kittens together, but in this one he had unfortunately been born as a dreamer.” ☆ words: 1,9k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥

The dreamers brought destruction to the world; it was an ominous mantra that you had been forced to memorise before you could have learned the correct order of the Korean alphabet. Every morning from the moment you had turned five, you had needed to recite it when you had wanted something other children knew as natural: breakfast in the morning, a ride to and from school, dessert after dinner. To your parents, who had lost several precious friends and family members throughout the years because of these monsters, this sentence had been more important than your happiness and maybe, than life itself. To them, this piece of information about the dreamers meant a higher chance of survival, although your lack of real encounters with these abominations had left you more confused than anything during the fragile period of your adolescence. You couldn’t have gotten it: the danger mere dreams could have meant. After all, everyone dreamed. Some just didn’t remember.

Still, you had gone along with your father’s wishes when he had taught you how to use guns and knives and had studied their organisation’s reports about dreamers who had gotten out of control to soothe your mother’s worries. You had sacrificed so much of your teenage years that you had been sure you had been well-prepared.

You were forced to take the red pill when shortly after your university graduation, neither of your parents came home from a mission in Daegu. The hunter who showed up at your door to inform you about the tragedy was considerate enough to not go into details about their death, although a few hours later you logged into their system with your father’s username and password to read the official report: apparently a pack of dreamed wolves had torn them to pieces when they had tried to neutralise a dreamer.

The murderer was barely a teenager. In a couple of years, she would be as lethal as nuclear weapons. You balled up your fists and gritted your teeth when you got to the end of the last page. It was stated there, black and white, that the dreamer had managed to escape after the massacre. God, she was still out there somewhere in Daegu, putting innocent lives in danger with her existence. Mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters. Who knew who else would fall victim to her next rampage.

It took you three months to hunt her down, but he ended up being your first kill.

In two years, you became one of the best hunters in the Asian branch of your organisation. Your youthful and fairy-like features helped you tear down the walls these freaks built around themselves out of self-preservation. You had no match in the country when it came to lulling the monsters into a false sense of security.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ Your (fake) best friend turned into (fake) boyfriend’s pained question came from behind you just when you took your knives out of your purse. They were hidden in a textile roll, each one of them having their own slit in which they were waiting for your next target to be interrogated.

You shot a pitiful smile in Ten’s direction. In another life, you would have loved to grow old with him, have a family and a bunch of kittens together, but in this one he had unfortunately been born as a dreamer. And you knew no mercy when it came to these murderers.

‘Because someone has to stop you before you bring chaos to the world,’ you offered a brief explanation; the same reason you gave to everyone who had the mental presence to ask such questions after waking up being tied to a chair, any kind of pipe or sturdy furniture. You told yourself he wasn’t special.

‘Chaos? With what? My paintings?’ Ten scoffed, the months behind your backs helping you see the poor attempt he was making to not sound freaked out. Funnily, he sounded the same whenever you tried to feed him fresh fruits.

You pushed the useless memory aside and leaned against the backrest of the couch you put your purse back on. It was the newest addition to your shared apartment; a step you shouldn’t have taken in a fake relationship, but had done anyway in a moment of weakness. Because Ten’s creativity knew no limits when it came to organising surprise dates, and you had been too high on the distinct smell of paint and champagne when he had popped the question at the end of your one hundred days’ anniversary.

‘With your dreams,’ you corrected him with as much nonchalance in your voice as you could muster. You were tired of being mad at the world and screaming at delusional freaks who refused to acknowledge the danger they meant for humanity. Two years into the business, you had already realised that it was always the same broken record: “Please, don’t hurt me. I’d never hurt anyone.”

The monster who had killed your parents had also sworn up and down that she couldn’t have hurt a fly. The audacity.

In the silence that followed your retort, you observed the boy’s face, making mental notes of the tiniest twitches and unintentional frowns. Like this, you could effortlessly pinpoint the very moment the puzzle pieces came together in his mind.

‘You know,’ he whispered, his resignation painting his beautiful, sun-kissed skin an ashy grey colour. Eyes boring deep into yours, he couldn’t conceal his fear anymore.

He had never told you about his dreams, nor had he ever mentioned to you why he needed sleeping pills before going to bed. You clearly weren’t supposed to know.

But you did. You had known from the get-go.

‘I know.’

For the first time since he had woken up, Ten tried to pull on the ropes in hope of getting out of them, but to his misfortune, you weren’t an amateur. His restrictions didn’t even budge. He gave up after the third futile attempt and looked up at you with narrowed eyes as if he was looking for some sympathy. You made damn sure he didn’t find any.

Your cold attitude made him come to another realisation; to one that was just as nasty as the previous imaginary punch in his guts.

‘You made me pursue you,’ he accused you, the disbelief palpable in his call out. You felt no shame when you shrugged. You had done so, so what?

‘It had to be believable,’ the explanation fell from your lips as you linked your arms in front of your chest, your fingers steady on your weapons. You usually didn’t waste so much time on useless chatters with your targets, but you guessed Ten deserved a couple of more peaceful minutes before you got down to business.

(You might have stalled on purpose to prepare yourself for the sound of his screams.)

Ten pressed his lips together, into a firm line before his shoulders sagged and he let out a loud sigh. He shook his head, breathing through his nose.

‘I don’t believe you. You couldn’t have possibly faked everything,’ he stated confidently, a personality trait you had actually grown to like in him, although you would have rather poked your own eyes out than admit it. So what if his confidence was attractive? There were lots of attractive men in the world out of which hundreds of thousands were currently living in your country. ‘Even if you don’t love me, you have to at least like me.’

It was your turn to scoff, even though the sound that came out from your mouth did sound a tad fake to your ears. Therefore, to be safe rather than sorry, you decided to put the teaser and the set of knives back into your purse and pulled out your gun. Because what if he was right? What if deep, deep, deep down you cared? You couldn’t have afforded to be affected by his pain. If his statement could draw a reaction this raw out of you, you had to change your plans. Him being neutralised was higher on your priority list than gaining whatever knowledge he might have had about his kind.

At the sight of the new weapon, Ten’s eyes became twice as wide as they had been a moment ago. His fingers were itching to do anything other than holding onto the end of the armrest his lower arms were tied to. He was on the verge of panicking.

‘Come on, shorty! You know me. We spent the last five months together, you know me! I couldn’t kill a fly. Chaos to the world? I’m a painter,’ he rambled, each sentence falling from his lips more breathless than the previous one. It didn’t help that he was constantly shaking his head as though the gesture made his objection more credible. Yeah, you knew he was a painter. He was also working on new designs for a rookie high-end fashion brand. What did his profession have to do with his ability to pull rabid animals, brainless soldiers and deadly weapons out of his dreams? He could have quite literally dropped a nuclear bomb on your neighbourhood if he had decided to let his imagination run wild while he was sleeping next to you.

‘You’re a monster,’ you reasoned firmly, taking a step closer to the chair he was sitting on. However, you stopped an arm’s length from him before you could have gotten too close. He started to get frantic and you needed a fool-proof plan to handle it before all hell could have gotten loose. You had faith in the rope you had brought, but not in yourself, which was an unwelcome first.

‘I donate two thirds of my income from my paintings. I volunteer at the local animal shelter. You saw me being protective over Yangyang when he got the flu. Do you really think I’m a monster?’

The corner of your mouth twitched, but you refused to acknowledge the stinging sensation in your chest. People who were slowly sucking the life out of their own employees showed up at charity events to play saints in front of the public. You were sure serial killers also had friends they were obsessively protective over.

You destroyed the remaining distance between the two of you with one final step.

‘I’m sorry, Ten. You can’t change my mind,’ you insisted, but bent down to fondle his cheek to soothe his nerves. Another unwelcome first you wished you wouldn’t have done solely because the momentary hope in his eyes hurt. You closed your eyes, so you wouldn’t have to see him, then leaned close to his ear and said, thinking of your parents who had been torn into shreds by dreamed animals: ‘To me, all you can say are pretty lies and useless half-truths. I want to believe you’re harmless, but you’re not. One day, in one way, you will bring destruction to the world. I can’t let that happen.’

You couldn’t let that happen.

‘Please…’

You knew Ten sobs would visit you in your dreams for a long time. The irony of it didn’t slip your attention.

‘I’ll make it quick. You won’t feel a thing, I promise,’ you reassured him and as your lower lip trembled, you swallowed down the bile in your throat and pulled away just to take one last look at the fear in his eyes.

It was a mistake, but you couldn’t make yourself regret it. After all, then, there was still life in his chocolate orbs.

You pressed your lips against his forehead and kissed him gently as you pulled the trigger.

the end.

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