#ten needs a hug | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce · 5 months

Text

Peace At Last

A purely self-indulgent Ten x Reader fic because I just love Ten so much okay! (gif made by me)

Let me know what you think!

Read on ao3

Tagging some people I’ve recently followed who I think might like it: @denaliwrites @tatennant @doctor-donnaa @quite-right-too @theetherealbloom @my-lonely-angel @casasupernovas @kbishop @tennant @raining-stars-somewhere-else @davidtennan-t

Ten x Reader, she/her/hers pronouns, one use of Y/N

(Sorry if this causes pain especially since it’s the last episode with Fourteen and David Tennant as The Doctor today. Wishing everyone so much love and hope you can cope with the pain we will all be experiencing in 5 hours!)

They bumped into each other.

Literally.

He wasn’t looking where he was going, just trying to focus on not collapsing in the street before he could make it back to the TARDIS, and she was coming out of a shop.

This was almost the end.

He could feel it.

He felt it when he saw Rose but he couldn’t let go.

Not yet.

He had one more stop.

He wanted to be near where she lived.

He just wanted to be near her.

One last time.

He didn’t want to wipe her memory but he had to.

It wasn’t like it was with Donna but he knew that one day she would die because of him and he didn’t want that.

He couldn’t bear the thought.

It had to be done so she could live and she never would have left of her own accord. She would never leave him willingly so what other choice did he have?

Especially after trying to change time and becoming The Time Lord Victorious. Look how that turned out.

Adelaide Brooke still died only it was his fault instead of it being an accident.

“Oh shit! Sorry! I should have been looking where I was going!” A voice said.

“No, it’s m-” He knew that voice. His luck really was great(!)

He must’ve paused for a beat too long because she spoke again. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

That was her all over. Always worrying and caring about others (him especially).

“Yeah! I’m fine!” He replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just feeling a bit under-the-weather. Winter and all, you know?” His voice didn’t sound like him. It was nervous, slightly high-pitched, and shook a little. He hoped that she didn’t know that there was something wrong.

“I know. You might want to invest in some actual winter clothes though to keep you warm. Converse and winter are not the best combination,” she laughed, looking him up and down at his unusual (to her now anyway) attire.

He could’ve cried and hugged her at hearing the jibe she’s told him multiple times while travelling with him. Instead, he forced himself to laugh and smile at her.

“Yeah, I suppose I should. Maybe one day,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck. A habit that he had developed when he was nervous.

She would have noticed and usually tried to comfort him. But not now. The thought made his hearts ache.

“Sorry but do I know you?” She asked, staring at him with a slight frown. His hearts leapt into his throat. “You just seem so familiar. What’s your name?”

He quickly composed himself before replying with a classic phrase. “No, sorry, I don’t think you do. I guess I just have one of those faces. Name’s David. David Smith.”

She had told him to stop with the John Smith alias as “no-one believes that’s your name. I may as well call myself Jane Doe.” So he had changed it as soon as he wiped her mind. Just in case he ever saw her again and the name John Smith made her remember.

“David…” She trailed off, as if she was trying to place the name, still slightly frowning until the crease between her eyebrows eased. “I guess you do just face on of those faces. Sorry about that,” she finished, smiling sheepishly.

He mentally released a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

“No worries,” he replied, smiling to try to ease her embarrassment that he knew she was feeling.

She may not remember him but he still knew her like the back of every hand he’s ever had.

They stood there for a few moments, longer than two seemingly strangers should, just smiling at each other before she looked away, a light blush colouring her already flushed cheeks from the cold.

His hearts ached again and pain filled his entire being.

He would never get to see her blush from embarrassment due to looking at him for too long again.

“I should probably go before the snow gets worse,” she said.

He looked around and noticed that the snow had started to get heavier since they had been talking.

“Of course. Get home safe.” His voice cracked. Home should be in the TARDIS with him.

“You too. Before you go,” she said, putting a hand on his arm as he was turning the leave.

He could feel the pain of having to leave her almost bring him to his knees due to feeling her touch again. It had felt so long since he had felt that and he never wanted her to stop.

He would never feel her comforting touch or her hand in his again and he was starting to break

She was rummaging through her bag and took out a blue scarf. TARDIS blue.

“Here,” she said softly as she leaned up on her tip toes and wrapped it around his neck. “I don’t know why but I just bought this. It’s not really my thing and I don’t have anyone else to give it to but there was something in my mind that urged me to buy it. Maybe this was fate,” she chuckled. “There! Looks great!” She grinned, smoothing out the scarf and his breath caught as her fingers grazed the back of his head.

“Thank you, he responded quietly, tears filling his eyes “Truly. Thank you.” He took her hands in his and kissed the back of them.

“You’re very welcome,” she said, just as quietly as him, and blushed once more.

He let go of her hands and took a step back. He swore that he saw disappointment on her face at that.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it for too long as she had thrown her arms tightly around his waist and pressed her face into his chest, taking a deep breath of him in.

He wasn’t sure if his hearts had stopped completely or if they were beating so fast that he couldn’t feel them beating properly anymore.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, taking in the familiar and comforting scent.

The hug ended as quickly as it had started but before he could feel too disappointed, she had placed her hands on his shoulders, almost wrapping her arms around his neck like the scarf was, and pressed her lips to his cheek.

She stepped back and smiled brightly at him

“Merry Christmas, Doctor,” she said as she walked away.

He was frozen.

Did she just-?

Could she-?

No.

She couldn’t remember him.

Could she?

His brain was working faster than normal.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he called after her before he knew was he was doing.

She briefly turned back and waved, that beautiful smile still on her lips, lighting up her whole face.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” he whispered, turning the corner as quickly as he could to find the TARDIS before him.

He could feel the old girl humming happily in his head and he smiled at her in return.

The image of his love didn’t leave his mind.

Not even as he noticed Ood Sigma.

Not even as he started to feel the pain of death returning.

Even when the Ood started singing to him and he felt himself burning, he could still see her.

Her smile bright and warm, helping him find peace.

At last.

~ A few streets away ~

“Huh. That was weird,” she said out loud.

Shrugging, she entered a café, still smiling and felt a warmth that travelled deep into her soul.

172 notes · View notes

notemaker · 10 months

Text

I drew Raph once to get some practice done and now his shoe-box shape has encaptured me.

852 notes · View notes

completeoveranalysis · 2 months

Note

Also we already seen Laval Lamp kindness with his clone in the Tokyo Arc. Nothing forced him to share his soul with him, and Lava Lamp was the most DEVASTED to see that his plan to create a soul for his clone had failed. He could protect Watanuki, but not Syaoran (or only for 10 years). He didnt want to kill him, he hated to have to fight him but couldn't let Evil Wolverine use him to create chaos in the multivers. Really this boy loves too mcuh. He deserves a lot of hugs.

He really does! He tries so hard! All he ever wants to do is save other people, and yet here we are.

#Replies #anon #Lava Lamp needs perhaps ten years worth of hugs #plus tax #just for starters #the poor guy #Tsubasa

22 notes · View notes

ascesabo · 16 days

Text

god i just cannot get over how every time sabo moves up in the story all he ends up getting is more weight on his shoulders. when he becomes chief of staff (or the events leading up to it, i assume) kuma is missing, dragon is more MIA than not, and ivankov is in prison. now HE'S in charge of holding the revolution together. he's twenty years old! the people who raised him are either gone or in trouble, and by the time he gets them back, everyone's beginning to get used to sabo being in charge. then he survives a meeting with the five elders and gets framed for murder and his status just fucking blows up overnight!! he becomes a figurehead of the revolution and on top of his promise to stay alive for his little brother and his self-imposed need to carry on ace's legacy (and cobra's, now) SO many people are looking towards him as a symbol of resilience. there are so many eyes on him, looking at him as either a threat that needs to be silenced or a godlike figure that can withstand anything. he can't show pain or displeasure and has even less slack to allow himself a moment of weakness- sabo has no space to slip up, ever, because people NEED him to be unshakable. himself most of all. god

#one piece #revolutionary sabo #sabo #i know i sound like a broken record but it needs to be said #this man has not had a single break since he was ten fucking years old !!!#please take a nap sabo!!!!#i hope luffy gets to hug him again and tell him it isn't a sin to rest #sabo makes me SO upset

18 notes · View notes

thornbushrose · 6 months

Text

"A building fell on me and I survived, bitch. You ain't scary." --S3, Daredevil to Bullseye, probably.

You know, I think what Season 3 really displays for us is that Matt doesn't win fights because of all his fancy schmancy fighting skills. He wins because he has 1.5 million trillion hit points. And he can take 1.499999 million trillion points of damage and still get back up.

#netflix daredevil #matt murdock #meanwhile regular dudes have like ten hp #matt murdock needs a hug #and maybe some aspirin

22 notes · View notes

alwaysneedyforsir · 27 days

Text

back to bad habits (staying absurdly late at practice)

#like ok yes it was productive!#but it’s also almost ten pm and i’m only leaving now #ya girl’s still got to get home and finish her homework and try to get to bed at a reasonable hour #who knows tho i may stay up n bake cookies #honestly who needs sleep bffr #i am *killing* it rn on no sleep #promise!!#tired n hungry n fuckin beat up #the bruises i have on my body rn are ridiculous #plus somehow fuckin scratches??#anyway my body’s fallin tf apart rn hehe oops #who wants to kiss my bruises better??#taking applications rn #apply within w your qualifications n an essay of why you should be considered as an applicant #perks of the job include hugs n kisses whenever you want n probably when you don’t want #you also get a free use fuck toy who needs your attention on her all the fuckin time or she withers away n dies #n lots of flowers n books n chocolate too!!#honestly what’s a girl gotta do to get some flowers #good god idk how to shut tf up #whatever it’s not like i know how to shut up in real life anyway so #honestly if anyone’s read this far lmk bc that deserves a fuckin prize #(we can negotiate details of said prize if you don’t like my initial offer hehe)#me #my thoughts

7 notes · View notes

hilema · 2 months

Text

So glad to have four hands so i can knit both mittens at once

#no but LIFE HACK knit them at the same time so you'll get them both finished and not only one :DD #im cursed i havent finished a pair in like ten years but now i will #'if you've got four hands then you need four mittens :('#no the other pair hugs me lovingly to keep me warm it doesnt need mittens!

9 notes · View notes

miametropolis · 3 months

Text

ten in the journey’s end makes me so goddamn mad…rose punched through MULTIPLE dimensions, tracked you through all of time and space, single-handedly saved Donna while you were doing fuck all in a market, gave EVERYTHING to find you again and ALL. SHE. WANTS. IS. FOR. YOU. TO. LOOK AT HER!! WHY WON’T YOU LOOK AT HER ITS ROSE!! ITS THE HEART OF YOUR HEARTS!! YOU COULD EACH DIE ANY SECOND NOW HOW MANY YEARS HAVE YOU SPENT WISHING YOU ACTED SOONER HOW MANY YEARS HAS SHE WAITED FOR YOU, BURNED HOLES IN THE UNIVERSE FOR YOU AND YOU’RE STILL! LOOKING! AWAY!

#WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE HUGGING HER??? FRENCH THAT GIRL!!!!#MARTHA WAS MORE EXCITED TO SEE HER THAN YOU!!!#somehow stephen moffat returned….#we really need to explore what the fuck would have happened if the metacrisis ten never existed bc WHAT was he going to do about her…#they were all alone inside davros’s little cave. just the two of them. and every glance she gives him is so full of love and care.#and he can’t look back. why can’t he look back #what happened.#what happened to if I believe in anything I believe in her what happened to how long will you stay with me #what happened to the way he looked at her on Christmas Eve as they charted out the stars #WHAT HAPPENED!!!!#the entire arc of doctor Who from seasons ONE to four has been that Rose Tyler is the center of the Doctor’s universe #one touch from her reanimates him he’d bend worlds for her he couldn’t save the world but lose her #she looks into the time vortex and rearranges time and space for him he kisses her and saves her and saves her and saves her #when he loses her he FALLS APART #he spends 12 episodes descending into literal suicidal madness for GRIEF of losing her #and then he gets her back.#SHE comes back #SHE defies the laws of UNIVERSES to get back to him #AND HE DOESNT !! LOOK !! BACK!!#im losing my mind #doctor who #rose tyler #tenrose #timepetals #tenth doctor #10th doctor

7 notes · View notes

keter-class-anomaly · 8 months

Text

I’ve got the hotel brainrot so I drew my lobby boy design !

I love him

I ALSO love a bunch of other peoples designs. They’re all so cool!

Here’s some alts, I’ve been fucking with procreate settings again 😔

#my design for him #is like that because I need a character to draw many eyes and many scars on #I also love it though #leo's batshit art #digital art #the hotel #the hotel podcast #the lobby boy #lobby boy #the hotel fanart #lobby boyyyyyyyy #aaaaaahhhhh #blorrrrrbooooooo thoooooughts ssssss #I want to make #ten designs for him #I want to hug him so bad #sorry you didn’t hear that

13 notes · View notes

hellcheerficdatabase · 9 months

Text

Time May Change Me (but I Can't Change Time)

Author: @bumblehumblebee

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

“Jesus H Christ,” Eddie mumbles under his breath. The gym hall has been decorated with gaudy green and gold streamers and balloons, a banner that reads Welcome Back Class of ‘86 splashed across the far wall while a DJ plays a variety of bland pop hits. Eddie is halfway to the punch bowl when he sees her.

Chrissy Cunningham. He hasn’t seen her since he left but there hasn’t been a day without her on his mind at one time or another. He doesn’t have many regrets, but fuck, she is one of them.

It's their ten year high school reunion and while Eddie has made it big as a rockstar, there's one person he knows he fucked it up with.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, high school reunion, ten years later, Rockstar!Eddie, post-break up, reunited, second chances, Eddie is a sweetie, Chrissy needs a hug, smut, alternating POV, one-shot, status: completed

10 notes · View notes

mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 month

Text

Rant

I love my job because I love working with kids. I love seeing them grow and watching the ways their little minds work and helping them when they need it.

I also hate my job because I'll get used and abused all day, having to do things that AREN'T MY RESPONSIBILITY because literally no one else is paying attention to the kids, I am the only one watching even though I'm NOT the teacher, I'm NOT the classroom aide, I am a one-on-one.

But I CARE. I care so FREAKING MUCH about these kids that I can't just not do anything. I have TRIED to not do anything. It never works. And it's maddening and I hate it I hate it I hate that I can be USED in this way.

But by God these kids do not deserve to suffer just because I'm the only adult in the room willing to DO MY GOSHDANGED JOB so I do more than I should because these are LITTLE PEOPLE who don't UNDERSTAND. I want to wear a shirt every day that says, "I'm doing this FOR THE KIDS."

I just wish somebody else would do it for them too.

#rant #parapro #paraprofessional #kids #teacher #rant brought to you by: my coworker who does her job was out today and the teacher wasn't doing squat #and neither was the other teacher/aide #Idk how to classify her she's there because the actual teacher STILL doesn't have her certification #so for legal reasons she has to exist #and I GET that she didn't sign up to do this for a whole school year she signed up to do it for like a month #but crap happens and you're here so DO YOUR JOB #I 👏 AM NOT 👏 THE CLASSROOM 👏 AIDE 👏#STOP TREATING ME LIKE I AM #I'm also still sick and I am just TIRED #there was NO appreciation today #I had to YELL for them to realize one of the kids hurt me (slammed his head into my jaw not fun)#this happens at every parapro job I have I swear #one of the kids called me mean today and I almost lost it I swear #GIRL IT'S BECAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE DOING ANYTHING #*AND* I'M SICK #not like I wasn't the one to figure out what one of our nonverbal kiddos needed #she had like ten puzzles out on a table and I had her clean them up because the other kids were gonna need the table soon #whole meltdown but we did it #meltdown continues #she's just walking around with a puzzle crying she doesn't want to DO the puzzle but she doesn't want to put it back either #WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO JUST IGNORE THE CRYING CHILD (like everyone else)?!?#yeah did that for about a minute couldn't take it #asked if she needed a hug #got down and asked her what was wrong #she finally does uppy arms at me so I pick her up

3 notes · View notes

quatregats · 3 months

Text

Honestly I think the experience I have posting translations on Lyricstranslate Dot Com is the experience I'm supposed to be having with writing fanfiction

#i go click clack merrily on my keyboard for like ten to thirty minutes and then i send it out into the world #and the people who need to see it see it and i rest easy knowing that i just did a fun little thing and who cares what happens next #meanwhile writing fanfic for me is like worse than writing final papers #truly unlocks levels of critique that no other human person would be capable of levying on me #i'm trying so hard to have it be fun and silly! unfortunately trying hard is just making it worse! aaaaa!#perce rambles #the converse of this is that i know there are people out there who are putting their whole body and soul into translations #and now i need to find them and hug them and give their translations as much love as possible because ooof

4 notes · View notes

princess-adronitis · 3 days

Text

Putting in the work , and diving deep is exhausting .

And it’s triggering a bit , sorting through it but I also do feel a bit of relief.

#ramblings #i pulled out the archives #Lool #as in my diary from almost ten years ago …#and some parts are funny and other parts make me wanna build a Time Machine ?#and just go back and hug myself ??#but overall recognizing some patterns is needed #and the best way is to have the true report of how it happened #and not just how I remember it

3 notes · View notes

failmilias · 12 days

Text

Alright, official regency au drop!

The Right Honourable Carlisle Montgomery Holmes is a baron and a member of Parliament, with Eli groomed to take his place as Lord Holmes (which he desperately does not want to do). In Carlisle’s absence and with Katherine an adventurer and academic abroad, Eli takes over as head of the estate and parent to his siblings from a very young age. He does not cope with the strain well and can have a tendency to lean on opium.

Dominic is all the rage of the society pages (infamous among them for his rakish charm and daring, often drunken, exploits) and is a keen composer and musician. William is a thespian and enjoys a quiet life in the newly dignified profession trying to find his way outside the family shadow. Penelope is an aspiring scientist and explorer in her own right.

#ooc.#headcanon.#verse ten.#drugs tw #addiction tw #once again: tucker’s fault #honestly not much changes in regency au… except for the opium which uh. Not Good #depending on ships penny will absolutely take a lady companion and they kiss a lot #dom is still an idiot and will is still a sweetheart and eli needs a hug and a nap

4 notes · View notes

spicyraeman · 10 months

Text

ᴏᴄ ᴀꜱ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ

Tagged by @pinkydude, @pozerjacket, @ne0n-rust & @katsigian to do this quiz, thank yall! (cw for slight body horror in the quiz)

tagging: @jaymber, @valrez, @wraithsoutlaws, @drunkchasind, @breezypunk, @noirapocalypto, @rindemption (sry if you've been tagged already!)

---

The Final Girl

you're very tired, aren't you? thrashing and fighting and trying to survive– it has taken its toll, but that has not stopped you. you'll continue to gnaw and scream and bare teeth until you can free yourself from this mess, even if it means being the last one left. there is rest at the end of this hard battle, i promise you. there is a time when the fight will be over– but fighting is all you know, isn't it?

I ended up doing this quiz 3 different times and got 3 different answers for her. All of them fit her to a T, each one fitting her in a different part of her life. This one though, just felt most fitting to her now, in her present timeline.

Von's been fighting all her life, from her poverty-stricken childhood to her time under the Tyger Claws, then finally her induction into Maelstrom. From one horrid situation to the next. Fighting tooth and nail all the way, refusing to be put down, refusing to let it all end for nothing. To have it all be meaningless.

When she breaks free from Maelstrom's grip on her leash there's blood seeped in her chrome hands and her lips are stained black with lace. She tries to live a normal life, or something close to it. A roof over her head. A stable job. Enough eddies to eat for the week. Even then its all so hard when every hand moved too quickly is a knife to the guts and every raised voice is ice down her spine. She bites every hand that means to feed her because she can't tell the difference.

She tried to get rid of every piece of rusted scrap Maelstrom built her with, undo all the damage, tend to all the scars. Even then-

If she replaces every part they touched will it even still be her?

#cyberpunk 2077 #tag game #oc: vrmn #vrmn lore #once again going a little more ape shit than I should #woops lol #I just have a lot of feelings about her #she needs a ten year long nap and a hug

13 notes · View notes

fanfictasia · 16 days

Text

Angstpril Day 10

Phantom Pain

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Tethered to Life

He looks up sharply, as Windu stalks towards him, leveling his lightsaber at his throat before Anakin can try to move again. But for how much his chest is burning, he hardly has the mind to try that. Everything hurts, and he presses away from the lightsaber instinctively, the moments ago when it ran him through replaying through his mind again.

“How are you alive?” Windu demands.

“I don’t know,” Anakin grits out. It’s not like he has any more of an idea either.

“You had to have done something.”

“You’re the one who killed me. Maybe you didn’t do it well enough,” Anakin snips back. What’s he supposed to say?

He’s not stuck in a time loop or something equally ridiculous, is he? Because that’s absurd, but –

The blade presses closer against his neck nearly enough to burn, but Windu isn’t pulling back. “There are rumors of beings with a deep connection to the Force that can’t die. Perhaps they are more than mere legends.” His eyes are dark, burning with anger. “But you’re too dangerous to be left alive.”

Anakin doesn’t have the chance to react before it happens, Windu’s blade running through him again.

He vaguely registers screaming, struggling to breathe when everything feels like it’s on fire all over again only it’s much worse this time.

Windu gasps faintly, landing on his knees next to him.

Something’s hurting him too, but Anakin can’t figure out what. Doesn’t care to and wouldn’t have the mental space to think about it even if he did, as darkness claims him. Maybe it’s a phantom pain that he’s sensing through their bond, though that doesn’t really make sense.

Except then, he wakes up again.

Only this time, it’s somewhere else entirely.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #angstpril #angsptril 2024 #angsptril day ten #day ten #day 10 #angpstril day 10 #anakin skywalker #anakin #windu #anakin and windu #anakin needs a hug #O_O #phantom pain

4 notes · View notes