#ten x gn!reader

[planetkiimchi]

close proximity | l.t

featuring: best friend!ten x gn!reader

word count: 925 words

author's note: happy holidays everyone!! this drabble was written for my beloved zanna <3 it's also a part of the @k-films advent calendar event for the day 7 prompt, kissing under the mistletoe.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You craned your neck to look over at Ten, the mistletoe plant hanging lopsidedly from the ceiling while you kept your hand pressed against the ceiling to maintain your balance. Your other hand rested on the ladder to keep yourself steady.

Ten emerged from the bedroom with a blush stick and contour in his hand. “Could you help me put on some makeup before the party later?”

“Of course.” You set the mistletoe down on the top of the ladder before slowly climbing down. 

You led Ten to sit on the couch, allowing him to place the makeup he was holding on the coffee table. “Have you washed your face?”

He nodded. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

“Wait here.” You disappeared into the room for a few moments before you emerged again with a packet of blotting paper and a couple of new makeup brushes you had bought recently. Sitting on the couch next to Ten, you drew a piece of blotting paper out and demonstrated how to use it.

Ten watched you attentively, lips caught between his teeth as he nodded thoughtfully. Then, under your careful eye, he mimicked your actions, discreetly letting out a sigh of relief when you nodded in approval.

When his face was clean, you raised the contour stick to his face, bracing your palm against his cheek as you drew a line on his nose. You gently blended it out with a makeup brush before highlighting the tip of his nose and letting out a giggle.

“What?” Ten raised his eyebrows, searching for his phone. “Do I look funny?”

You shook your head, swallowing your laughter. “You look really cute.”

Ten shrugged. “Okay then.”

You added some blush before blending it out, then attempted to contour his jaw—but not without some amount of struggling. When that was done, you tilted his chin this way and that, smiling proudly when you saw how the end result looked. You brought him to the bathroom mirror, arms crossed as you leaned against the doorway and waited for him to take a look at himself.

“You look good,” you stated matter-of-factly while Ten admired himself in the mirror.

“Can I do yours?”

You raised a sceptical eyebrow at the suggestion, then shrugged. “Sure. The same things that I did for you?”

Ten nodded.

You went back out into the living room, sitting on the couch while Ten sat next to you, blush in hand as he inspected your cheeks.

“Where do I put the blush?”

You traced your cheekbones with your finger as you explained, “You can feel my cheekbones here. That’s where you should put the blush.”

“O-kay.” Ten leaned in closer, eyes slightly wide, biting his lip in concentration as he drew a line across your cheekbone with the blush stick. You drew in a ragged breath, trying not to make eye contact with him, feeling your heart beat quicker.

Once he had drawn on a line on both cheeks, he pulled away, and you breathed out shakily. Reaching for your phone, you turned the camera on and looked at yourself, turning your head to the side and staring at your cheeks.

“That’s too much,” you laughed, half in disbelief at how red your cheeks were, half in relief that his face was no longer so close to yours.

“No, wait, lemme fix it–” Ten held your face firmly in one hand as he used his other thumb to smudge the blush, rubbing your skin until he was satisfied. “There. Much better.”

You reached for your phone again, but he grabbed your wrist and shook his head. “Nuh uh. You can see it when I'm done. Now, contour.”

He showed the contour stick to you, flipping it both ways before saying, “Yep, this side’s contour.”

“Let me check?” Upon confirming that the side he was using was, in fact, contour and not highlighter, you allowed him to experiment with it on your face, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to find your jawline, soft hands cautious each time he touched your skin.

The contour stick glided smoothly against your nose as he drew on your face, each line accompanied by some amount of blending using his thumb. 

You averted your eyes, tilting your chin to the side so he could see your jawline more clearly. Your gaze caught on the mistletoe lying on the couch next to his thigh, and you reached for it, holding it above your head to show Ten.

As you turned around, coming face-to-face with Ten, your breath hitched in your throat at the close proximity to him.

His fingers lingered on your chin, and you found your question dying on your lips as he gently pulled you in for a kiss.

As you pulled away, his eyes flitted up to the mistletoe above your heads, shrugging, “I had to do it. It’s tradition.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“Kissing under the mistletoe,” he said simply, reaching for your jaw to smudge the contour a little.

You jerked back as if scalded. “Just tradition?”

Ten stopped, leaning backwards slightly to get a batter look at your expression. “Do you want it to be anything more?”

You huffed a sigh. “Do you?”

“I mean, I’d like that, yes, that’s why I kissed you in the first pla–” You cut him off swiftly with a kiss, then, blushing furiously, turned your face away.

Ten leaned in teasingly, shoving his face all up in yours. “Glad to know you want it too.”

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[anneoranna]

I had a cute idea for a hc (or a Drabble/fic whatever you think this would go with this request:)) with 10th doctor x short gnreader where R likes to hide and basically take shelter in the doctors trench coat when they get cold. When the doctor tells them to get out of it they’re too stubborn about it because the doctor is so warm, so he just gives in and accepts it.

“Trenchcoat, Blanket; Same thing, really.”

A tenth doctor x gn!short!Reader Long Drabble-ish thing I have no idea

Summary: Ten has a companion prone to feeling chilly, who also takes it upon themselves to remedy it by what he pretends to believe is a gross misuse of his superior and infinitely more efficient Timelord bi-vascular system. He eventually relents and sinks into the comforting closeness <3

(On a technical note; the bi-vascular system would make him cold but shhh…that doesn’t matter..)

Hope this is to your liking, Anon! Sorry to anyone who’s request still hasn’t been fulfilled, rest assured it shall come- eventually. My health has been taking a toll on me as my chronic illnesses are tough to come to grips with and awfully non-negotiable — Anne

It started north of New Earth, on a particularly windy and cold evening. Some certain strange man and the rather shorter figure next to him were walking almost shoulder to shoulder before reaching a small hill where the taller of the two would sit down to gaze into the dark sky. The Doctor’s mind was occupied with taking in the scene before himself that he almost didn’t register his companion sitting down beside him and…moving his coat aside?

“What are you doing?”, he asked in that curious, breathy, and almost concerned tone you had grown incredibly familiar with. You simply replied, “I’m cold.,” as you began to lean down and perch yourself under his large coat, happily receiving his warmth and the sound of his two hearts beating steadily (if not a tad fast). “I’ll fetch you a coat- you don’t need to hide in mine,”

“I want to, Doctor.”

The second time was set in yet another cold environment, this time a distant and snowy planet you two had been investigating for an extraterrestrial disturbance that had occurred early that day.

“See, I have a theory,” he said so quick that you’re sure he must have been an auctioneer before he became an intergalactic traveller and humble savior of planets. As he went on and you tried to hang onto his rapid outpour of words you did and didn’t understand, you felt yourself shivering. It didn’t help that your trousers weren’t made for this weather and your button-up wasn’t so thick. Yet you kept up with his stepping until he abruptly stopped to examine you carefully, looking down at you with a mixture of shock and intensity in his deep brown eyes. “Are you alright, R/N?,” he asks you, much slower than he previously spoke. You froze a moment, remembering the heat and comfort you felt in his coat just two or so weeks ago. Without thinking much you tucked yourself into the light brown Trenchcoat and pushed your own back towards it, seeking that same familiar warmth.

“Of course, You’re cold.” He said, sounding very much done with your new method of keeping yourself cozy outside of the safety of the TARDIS. “Why don’t you dress warmer for these trips?” You lifted a hand that you hadn’t realized has slipped up to rest on the Doctor’s ribs, formed your hand into a shape meant to mock one’s mouth, and opened and closed it recalcitrantly. “You know what, I should drop you here. It might condition you to do better in the cold you great short-“ “Hey!” You cut him off, pouting.

This happened again and again, increasingly often. You began to speculate that the Doctor was taking you to snowy and below freezing planets and time periods on purpose. Yet, you enjoyed the warmth so much that you never thought to complain. Another time, in the TARDIS you relaxed into the Doctor’s coat, maneuvering your head against his side comfortably, whilst standing beside him and chatting about how amazing your past adventures had been. He shot you a look, but paused and said, “You know, I do have blankets and extra coats.” “Don’t want ‘em.” You said. “Your coat is my blanket.”

“It’s not a proper one though, and its not meant to host both me and my companion.”

“I fit, though.”, that made him silent. It wasn’t a tense or heavy silence, it was soft and tender rather. Sucking in a breath, one that you heard and felt the buildup for, he wraps his arms around you and looks away. “You’re intolerable. And short.”

“Look, the way I see it, blanket, trenchcoat, same thing really.” You said with a playful tone. You could feel and hear the Doctor’s light chuckle that followed your chided comment.