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The Case of the Missing Coat - DoctorRose Bingo
Prompt: "Take My Jacket"
“I’m heading back to the flat. Joining me?” Rose asked. He could hear her voice grow closer as she spoke. Moving his chin toward his chest to take a peek, he could see her sneaker-clad feet standing close to his outstretched legs from where he worked under the console.
“Mm, no. The old girl’s still showing-”
“Yes, yes, save the technical talk. I know an excuse when I hear one,” she said, backing away from him and the console with an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll see ya in a bit, then. Unless you decide to grace Mum and me with your presence earlier than that.”
“I’ll be by at some point. Someone’s gotta pry you from Jackie’s grip or we’d never leave twenty-first London again,” he replied, listening as she moved toward the door. “Take a jacket,” he muttered, remembering the snow drizzling outside—real, honest snow for once.
“Now you sound like Mum,” she taunted. Stilling the sound of her steps for a second to presumably, hopefully, pick up one of her coats or sweaters she’d left tossed over a coral at one point or another recently.
“You doing it?” he asked, cringing as he realized he was only further feeding the comparison. But he really didn’t want her to catch a cold.
“Yes, snug as could be now,” she answered. “Bye.” And with a squeak of the door hinges she was gone.
He resumed his tinkering and tried to get lost in the activity. But it wasn’t too long after that that he found his right leg start to shift about in impatience. He was becoming bored, painfully so. But it was more than that. There was a stillness in the Tardis without the soft sounds that come with having another person around. The comfort that was the faint smell of Rose’s perfume as she passed by him on her way to make tea or model a new outfit she’d discovered in the wardrobe was missing. He was itching to get up and head straight to the flat. He’d put up with any nagging or questions from Jackie just to keep close to Rose.
He really should try to fight it. Create a little distance between them. He was a proper addict. A Rose Tyler addict. He never knew what to do with himself if she wasn’t with him. It had been getting bad before the regeneration, but now it was on a whole new level. Which wasn’t exactly surprising— he’d regenerated to save her and had been reformed with her as the first thing on his mind.
Sighing, he slid out from his spot and stood up. Although he should be resisting, working to build up a tolerance to his inability to be without the presence of Rose for more than a few minutes, he wasn’t about to start that daunting journey today. Plus Jackie was probably making tea.
He was almost out the door when the cold air hit him, making him remember his worrying over Rose. Turning to the side, he grabbed for his coat but found himself palming an empty coral. He always kept it right there by the door. He turned back towards the rest of the console room, still not seeing it.
He tried to remember the last time he had had it on. They hadn’t left the Tardis much in the last few days. It hadn’t been long since Mickey had chosen to stay in that parallel world and Rose had found that she needed a bit of downtime to process that. They’d been back in London quite often recently, mostly because of that. Rose had felt even more guilty about telling Jackie about Mickey. She’d leaned on Mickey the last year more than Rose herself ever had.
He’d tried his best to make her understand that it was Mickey who had decided to stay. But Rose still blamed herself for making him feel like there was nothing left for him here. That he’d be better off in a whole other universe than stay in the same one with her in it.
The Doctor felt just as responsible on that front. Although he didn’t believe that Rose was responsible for Mickey or owed it to him to hang around London, he knew that he’d somewhat taken Mickey’s place in Rose’s life. Not that he could find it anywhere in himself to regret doing so.
Coming back to the matter at hand, he thought back through their recent trips. The last place they had been was a beach. Not exactly a coat-wearing day.
He found himself wandering through the rooms he visited on a frequent basis: the kitchen, galley, the library, his room, and Rose’s. He peeked into the wardrobe room and couldn’t spot it on any of the levels. Ultimately, he wrapped himself in his long-forgotten favorite— that chunky, colorful scarf he once wouldn’t have been caught dead without. Now he hated to be seen in it. He might have still been the same man, but fashion sense varied drastically throughout regenerations.
Making his way back through the Tardis and back to the door, he made quick work of locking the door and shuffling quickly to Rose’s building. Once inside the main doors, he was ready for that nice hot cup of tea more than ever.
When he arrived at the flat, he made quick work of rapping on the wooden door. He was close to peeking in the cat door when the door finally opened. Then he was face to face with Jackie.
“Accessorizing for once in your life, I see,” she snorted, stepping aside to let him come in.
“Have a laugh. I wouldn’t be wearing this if my coat, a gift from the Janis Joplin hadn’t mysteriously disappeared,” he huffed. “Please tell me you’ve made tea?”
“Fresh pot in the kitchen,” she answered, a smirk on her lips as she watched him shiver. “Didn’t have a single other coat in that big box of yours?”
“None that go with this outfit,” he deadpanned.
“You really shouldn’t be running around like that, as skinny as you are. You’ll get sick,” he heard her continue as he made his way through the doorway.
He just hadn’t wanted to take any more time to find one for the short trek. He missed Rose. Who he hoped was in the kitchen he was heading toward to pour himself a cuppa.
He found that she was. And so was his missing coat. Rose was sitting in front of the table, nursing a cup of her own and typing on her mobile. “Mum, Shareen might run over a mo to show me her-” she stopped as she realized she wasn’t talking to Jackie. She gave him a smile, tugging his coat closer around her as she did so, unconsciously. She looked so cozy buried in his coat. In one of his favorite articles of clothing.
“Sooner than I expected you to give in,” she smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Lost without me.”
“You're in my coat,” he found himself stupidly stating.
“Yes, I am,” she grinned. Then she looked him over. He was glad he’d abandoned the scarf on the hook by the door. “You look cold.”
“Well, someone did steal my coat,” he pointed out.
“I did not! You told me to take it! You went on and on. ‘Take my jacket, Rose. It’s so cold out there.’ ” she mimicked.
“I told you to take a jacket, not my jacket. And that-that,” he pointed toward her, “Is not a jacket. That is a coat!”
“Same thing,” she shrugged as he shook his head fondly. “So do you want it back? Because I’m rather comfy to tell you the truth. Like getting a never-ending hug from you,” she said, huddling deeper into the coat, all while giving him a cheeky grin that made him swallow. She knew how to play him. How to do him in.
“You don’t play fair,” he said, pointing again as Jackie made her way back into the room.
“She never has,” she murmured, smiling to herself as she poured the Doctor a cup of the tea he’d forgotten about the second he’d laid eyes on Rose. She seemed to always lead to him losing track of his mind.
With his new cup of tea, he sat down next to Rose, watching her as she spoke about Shareen and Keisha and then stories from their recent adventures. He watched her walk around the flat in his coat and then watched her drag the back of it through the snow when they eventually made their way back to the Tardis— him shivering in his silly scarf and her toasty in his big brown coat.
And if he leaned into her just a little more than strictly necessary on the walk back, wrapping an arm around her waist and shoving a hand into one of the pockets, then that was simply to try and stay warm as well.
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AO3 story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54042067
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Bro were you the one who wrote that doctor who fic “tolerate it” cause I fucking loved that one so much 😩😩 i still be thinking about it😭 it hurt so good. If you wrote it would you be willing to re-upload it on ao3?
hi anon!
the fic you are talking about has already been reuploaded on ao3! you can find it here.
thank you for reading! I don't usually write angst (life is already depressive enough without me having to add to it) but, I am always surprised by how my people like this particular one shot. enjoy!
#doctor/rose#doctor/rose tyler#tenrose#tenrose fanfic#rose tyler#doctor who#ninth doctor#the doctor/rose tyler#ao3#ninth doctor x rose tyler#rtd era doctor who#gitf
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a meet cute idea
#fanfic#fanfic prompt#fanfiction#fanfiction prompts#steddie#obikin#merthur#sterek#hannigram#starker#reddie#stucky#destiel#drarry#finnpoe#reylo#tenrose#johnlock
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How I think the doctors nine-thirteen would propose to Rose because I just love proposal fics apparently.
Nine
He sets up something simple, yet romantic. Maybe a picnic, or a dinner date on a planet Rose already knows and loves. He makes sure he doesn't do it in a place that might draw a crowd. His speech is short and simple, and he doesn't have a box for the ring because he found it at a market on a different alien planet while he was with her.
Ten
He'd set up something grand and romantic. It'd be on a planet they both love, maybe one where something significant happened for them both, just like his previous incarnation he'd make sure it was private. His speech would be full of sweet words and memories. The ring would be nestled in a basic ring box.
Eleven
Assuming Rose isn't locked in the other universe, he'd propose in front of their friends. It wouldn't be planned out, more spur of the moment. Of course, he already has a ring, and the box is a little worn from how often he handles it. His speech would be a little awkward and rambly.
If Rose had been stuck in the other universe, he'd propose somewhere they'd been before. It'd be thought out, well planned, and he'd have asked for advice. His speech would be romantic, and a little bit silly. The ring box would already be well worn.
Twelve
If Rose hadn't been locked in the other universe, he'd propose over dinner. He'd want to get down on one knee, but couldn't. So, he'd show Rose the ring over the table, he'd give a quiet, well thought out, speech, and despite it being public, they wouldn't have drawn much attention, because there just wasn't much fan fare.
If Rose had been locked in the other universe however, he'd propose as soon as he saw her, without thinking about it at all. If this was with Clara, she'd be very confused and asking a lot of question, with Bill, she'd be laughing, the questions would come later. He'd not even remember to pull out the ring.
Thirteen
If Rose hadn't been locked in the other universe, she'd propose by the tardis doors as they looked out at the stars together, while the fam slept. Her speech would be sappy, full of memories, and as romantic as she could manage. She would nearly drop the ring box out of the tardis though.
If Rose had been locked in the other universe, she wouldn't. Rose would. It would be wherever they re-meet, after she knows the Doctor isn't someone else, and her speech would be full of the longing she had felt in trying to come back, memories they had shared, and inside jokes.
#fanfic#doctor who#rose tyler#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#twelfth doctor#thirteenth doctor#timepetals#marriage proposal#proposal#engagment#ninerose#elevenrose#tenrose#twelverose#thirteenrose
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Do you guys have that one ship that ended so tragically you think about it at least once a day?
#not me tho…..that would be crazy……#ao3#fanfic#gweter#petergwen#starmora#zerith#yumikuri#yumihisu#stelena#doctorrose#timepetals#tenrose#spoby#anidala#paulchani
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rose stans what is our official stance on reinette’s “one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel” quote
#rose tyler#Doctor Who#because it has great potential for gifsets fanfics etc but I’ve never seen any#do we pretend it doesn’t exist like the rest if this episode?#I mean moff*t probably patted himself on the back so hard writing this line#to be polite#anti moffat#anti tgitf#tenrose#ninerose
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Some smutty TentooRose from my incoming Fuck-a-Thon fic I'm taking a million years to finally post:
Searing heat builds between his legs in strong pulses, signaling just how rapidly he grows hard beneath her. His fingers find their way into her hair, weaving and knotting until she moans, and oh god — he needs to hear that sound again. He’s got ideas — he’s very clever, Rose knows he is, and her body burns from tip to toe and he can smell that she’s already wet for him and she probably feels even hotter on the inside and —
And the Doctor can hardly believe this dangerous, delicious lack of impulse control.
The urge to taste her, to fill her, to make her come as he finally gives his cock to her — he’s scarcely felt anything so all-consuming. It obliterates reason, taking 900 years of steel-reinforced circuitry by the fistful and tearing it up from the motherboard.
#doctor who#tentoorose#rose tyler#metacrisis doctor#tenth doctor#tentoo#tenrose#dw fanfic#fanfic#smut#tentoo x rose#ten x rose#my fics
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maybe tomorrow I'll post that tenrose oneshot that is the fanfic-writing equivalent of two scrambled eggs and the toasted end of a loaf of bread I threw together for breakfast
#tenrose#timepetals#doverstar writes#who knows#fic#fanfic#doctor who#rose tyler#tenth doctor#oneshot#ao3#archiveofourown#archive of our own#the doctor#10th doctor#doctorrose#bad wholf#text post
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I've now found a Ten/Rose fic where I think Rose is under the Chameleon Arch.
I've also reread a fic that is 200,000+ of them shagging and the Doctor with a wonderfully filthy mouth.
#doctor who#rose tyler#tenth doctor#ten/rose#tenrose#ten x rose#doctor who fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#ten rose
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i can’t stop thinking about this one tenrose human nature au where rose is partially blind (i think? or she’s injured) in the beginning due to them crashing and john helps her recover or something and then she ends up needing to go beyond the forest to get medicine for one of the villagers and then the family comes and Rose has the fob watch
Honestly its been so long since i’ve read it but if anyone knows it plz help a girl out !! also recommend more tenrose human nature aus !! (:
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There's this fic that I'm sure was on ff.net (I may be wrong though). I don't even remember which Doctor it was, Nine or Ten. All I remember is that the Doctor and Rose visit Jackie on the estates, and all of a sudden Jimmy Stone abducts Rose. He's desperate for money, and he thinks that Rose's bloke has got loads. Rose is no wilting violet in the story, fighting, trying to escape, too. I remember Jimmy actually being a bit scared and him hitting Rose or something, and there was also a lot of rain. I don't remember anything else, and I can't find the fic online despite key words. Somebody help, it was a good one, I want to re-read it.
Please reblog for signal boost if you can 🙏🏻💕
#doctor who#dw#fic search#ninerose#tenrose#nine x rose#ten x rose#tenth doctor#ninth doctor#rose tyler#fanfic
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Fantasy Brought to Life - Doctor/Rose Bingo 1/2
First chapter of 2 of this out now!
DoctorRose Bingo Prompt: Accidently read the other's diary
TentooRose Fuckathon Prompts: Wall Sex, Makeup Sex, Edging, Adjusting to Human Biology
Summary: When the Doctor stumbles upon Rose's diary and its contents, it is precisely what he needs to finally push him into action.
Rating: Explicit
#doctorrosebingor2#@doctorrosebingo#fanfiction#doctor who#doctor who fanfiction#writing prompt#doctor x rose#tenrose#tenrose fanfic#tenth doctor#rose tyler#tentoo#metacrisis doctor#tentoorose#timepetals#ten x rose#tentoo x rose#smut#tentoorose fuckathon
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A Midnight Nightmare - The Doctor x Rose
Cg!Doctor x Little! Rose Tyler
Summary: Rose has a nightmare on the TARDIS and wakes up regressed when the Doctor comes to the rescue.
WC: 1.1k
A/N: Could be read as any Doctor! Click here if you'd prefer to read on AO3.
The Doctor had made sure to safely set the TARDIS into a drift through the vortex just as he always did when he and Rose were resting up before a new adventure. Well, really it was just when Rose needed to rest for a bit while he’d go off tinkering with his gizmos and gadgets, or even sometimes just doing research for whatever planets or solar systems they’d been planning to visit within the near future.
They had just gotten back from an adventure in which the Doctor had discovered a stranded alien that had been causing the locals a bit of trouble in an attempt to make it back home. Thankfully however, it hadn’t done too much damage yet when they found it, and Rose had taken a particular liking to it, so the Doctor managed to earn its trust before helping it and eventually managing to get it a one way trip back to its proper home. When they made it back to the TARDIS, Rose had begun to feel a bit tired after the day’s events, so she trudged back to her bedroom, promising the Doctor through a yawn that she just needed a good shower and a few hours sleep before she’d be ready to go off soaring through galaxies and fighting crime again. The Doctor happily sent her on her way with a smile, promising he’d be in his lab working on one of his projects while she slept, content with her request.
It had only been about two hours since he and Rose had parted ways in the control room when the Doctor began to feel the TARDIS frantically buzzing and thrumming in his head, instantly knowing something was wrong. Only seconds later, is when he started hearing the shouting.
“Doctor!” he heard Rose yell out through the TARDIS. He dropped the piece of scrap metal he held in his hand, opting for his trusty sonic screwdriver instead before running out of the lab and straight to Rose’s bedroom. He could hear her repeated shouts of his name being choked out between what he could only assume were her sobs.
Thankfully for him, the TARDIS drew Rose’s bedroom right next to the lab, only two doors down across the hall. “I’m coming Rose, hold on!” he shouted frantically in return. He flung himself against her bedroom door, turning the knob open with one hand and tightly gripping his sonic like a lifeline in the other. Rose was sitting up in her bed, still wrapped up in the sheets and blankets, face red and puffy as the tears continued to run down her cheeks. The Doctor quickly scanned her over before allowing his eyes to wander through the rest of the room searching for any signs of danger.
“Oh, Rose, what’s happened?” he asked tenderly, lowering his sonic down to his side and striding over to her bed.
“I had a nightmare, you were gone, and Mum was gone, and I couldn’t feel the TARDIS, and I didn’t know what to do, or where to go, and it was so real,” she eventually got out, pausing every few words as the sobs continued to wrack her body.
“Oh, Rose, it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he cooed, lowering himself onto the bed, drawing her into his arms. “It was only a dream, sweetheart, we’re all still here,” he continued, rubbing circles onto her back.
“But daddy, it was so real,” she cried out, looking up at him with what the Doctor could have only described as puppy dog eyes, still red and watery and overflowing. Oh, so that’s what this is, the Doctor thought as the word fell from her lips, which he now noticed were also trembling. Rose was fierce, strong, and independent. A force to be reckoned with. And it was one of the things that he loved most about her, in fact, it had saved his own life more than a number of times, but sometimes, he learned after a few months of travelling with her, she wasn’t. Sometimes, Rose sort of drew into herself, letting a different Rose emerge instead. One that still loved to show a brave face, but wanted to watch cartoons, or colour, or play with a rubber ducky in a bubble bath. The first time it happened while she had been on board the TARDIS, she had been rather embarrassed by it, but the Doctor had been more than happy to jump into the role of caregiver.
“It only felt real, Rosie, I promise,” he whispered, smoothing her wild hair down, offering the gentle affection which Rose always loved, regardless of her mental age and the nickname he had assigned to her regressed persona. “Come on my star, you’ve hardly rested, why don’t we get you back to sleep, hmm?” he offered, not making any effort to release her from the embrace just yet.
“Please don’t leave me, Daddy, the nightmares are scary. I don't want to see them again,” she pleaded, strengthening her grip around his torso. “I won’t, you have my word, but you’re still sleepy darling,” he said, prying her arms away from him. “I’ll stay with you while you sleep, yeah?” Rose yawned and rubbed her eyes, conceding to the Doctor’s orders.
“Do you want your dummy, it’ll help you sleep?” he asked, as he stood up, walking across the room to retrieve it off her dresser where he had last placed it. Evidently, she had never bothered to put it away. She hummed a confirmation, sniffling and wiping the stray tears as they continued to fall down her face. She had cried a wet stain onto the Doctor’s jacket, but he didn’t seem to care.
He returned back to the bed, dummy in hand before toeing off his shoes, and crawling under the blankets next to her. He pulled her into him and popped the dummy into her mouth before settling her head down against his chest and drawing the blankets up and tighter around both of them. Rose, the Doctor had learned, often tended to grow smaller as she grew sleepier. She sucked on the dummy, wrapping herself tightly around the Doctor, clinging onto him with all her limbs. He held her, watching her as her sniffles drew quieter and further apart and her breathing began to even out. Rose had been exhausted, and nobody would have been happy with a grumpy big or little Rose stomping about the TARDIS. In fact, happy that her occupant was finding solace, the TARDIS herself began to hum quietly, just enough for Rose and the Doctor to feel her presence, as the Doctor also began to hum, singing Rose to sleep to the tune of an old Gallifreyan lullaby long forgotten to time, with no one else to remember it but him, and now, his Rose.
#—︎ crow corner posts ☁️#doctor who#doctor who agere#ninerose#tenrose#timepetals#the doctor#ninth doctor#tenth doctor#rose tyler#agere#age regression#sfw agere#sfw littlespace#sfw little blog#sfw caregiver#caregiver doctor#little rose tyler#fanfic
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love to keep me warm ❄️💙
my first microfic written for @tentoorosemicrofics!
words: 1073, rated: G, prompts used: icy
tags: microfic, winter, cold weather, sharing a bed, sharing body head, emotional hurt/comfort, mild hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, title from a song
titled after the song by Laufey & dodie
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The Doctor was very frustrated with the inferior homeostasis that a new human body brought, relative to his previously superior physiology.
In other words, he was cold.
Very cold.
It had started snowing the minute that they’d landed back in London, and he wasn’t happy about it. A week away in Australia checking out some newly-recovered alien tech had been so deliciously warm (with moments of blinding heat in between, courtesy of summer in the land down under) that even as they knew the wintry weather had well and truly settled in back home, Rose and the Doctor were blissfully ignorant of just how cold London could get.
Rose seemed inexplicably functional, something that the Doctor just could not understand. When they were traveling together, it was always one of his companions lagging behind to try and warm up or cool down, regulate their temperature. He had a vivid memory of Donna on an icy ood-populated planet… but now it was he who was trying to cover himself with as many blankets as possible while Rose just chucked on a hoodie and got on with the day.
“Rose, it’s freezing!”
“It’s not even below zero today, Doctor, it’s not even scientifically freezing,” She laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, his body instinctively chasing the warmth of her breath against his skin, “We have to get to work.”
“No, the labs are so cold. Would it kill them to turn the heater on?” The Doctor whined, shivering as he peeled off layer by layer of fluffy warmth.
“Doctor, I don’t have to explain to you why they have to mediate temperatures in labs. Come on, it’s warmer in there than it is outside, so the quicker you get out of the house, the sooner you’ll be back inside.”
Rose couldn’t do anything but laugh as the Doctor whined and groaned about it all the way to work and into the lab, watching a shiver go down his spine whenever someone so much as mentioned opening the door and letting the outside cold air in.
“You are such a sook,” Rose told him that night as he pressed his face against her collarbone, apparently trying to fuse his body with hers in an attempt to preserve body heat, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist.
“I am not.” He said petulantly, his sentiment somewhat dampened by his current position. Rose could only coo teasingly and press a kiss to the crown of his head, feeling his responding grumble against her skin.
“Come on, you used to love the snow!”
“I still do, I just don’t like the cold,” The Doctor was finally starting to acclimate, feeling some sort of tingly warmth coming back to his extremities where they were pressed against the soft flannel of Rose’s pyjamas, feeling the curvature of her back underneath the warm fabric, “This bloody body and its inferior homeostasis…”
“I didn’t even think of that. That you used to not…” Rose said after a moment, her lips freezing where they were pressing repetitive kisses against his head, her voice going quiet and meek.
The Doctor just hummed in response, trying to nestle even closer into Rose’s embrace and realising that her body was tenser than it was a moment ago, “Rose, are you alright?”
She seemed to shake herself a bit, relaxing slightly, “Yeah. ‘M fine.”
He pulled back, trying not to wince at the cold air, finding the places that had been pressed against Rose’s skin a moment ago, “You don’t seem like it.” He ducked his head, trying to catch her eye as she clearly avoided it, “Look at me, love.”
Rose sighed, now being the petulant one, and unwillingly met the Doctor’s eyes. He reached out a hand and pushed the hair back from her face, trying to hide the wince at how his fingers ached in the cold.
“‘I used to not’ what, Rose?”
“You used to not be cold. Or hot. Or have any of these annoying human inconveniences or discomforts,” She tensed again, even as she began to run a finger up and down his arm out of nervous energy, “You could have kept living like that. Some version of you is living like that, out there somewhere…”
The Doctor sighed, though not in anger. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation, not even in the first hundred - and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. The things he and Rose had been through, had done to be with each other, had done to each other in the past - and he was the worst in the latter category - those things don’t just get fixed with a kiss on a beach. He didn’t want to stop talking about this, not until it wasn’t even a thought in either of their minds, and he wasn’t sure that day would ever come.
“But he doesn’t have you, my Rose,” He told her simply, pressing a kiss to her mouth, feeling her smile against his lips, before wincing and quickly pulling away, “Rassilon, why are your lips so cold?!”
Rose grinned, somewhat placated for the moment being, and suddenly turned her attention to pressing kiss after kiss all over his face, onto any patch of bare skin she could reach, small pricks of ice sending shivers across his skin and down his spine (not necessarily just from the cold). After a moment he found his place back pressed against her collarbone, his cheek and hands warming up from her skin, her kisses now once again pressed to the top of his head, where his hair protected him from the worst of the cold.
“My Rose, I would experience every petty human discomfort or inconvenience, all at once, forever, just for the opportunity to give you a single kiss - you know that, right?”
She laughed, more of an incredulous exhale of air more than anything, making him grin against her throat, nipping her soft skin for good measure and making her yelp.
“You say that…” She responded, unconvinced.
“I mean that,” The Doctor could only reply, pressing kisses wherever his mouth could reach, as if that was the key to convincing her.
A comfortable silence fell, the Doctor and Rose curling as tightly as they could around each other - they could say it was for the sake of staying warm, sharing body heat… but they both knew that was far from being the main reason.
#writing#doctor who#fanfiction#fanfic#rose tyler#ten x rose#tenrose#tenth doctor#tentoo#microfic#winter#cold weather#sharing a bed#sharing body heat#emotional hurt/comfort#mild hurt/comfort#fluff#domestic fluff#tooth rotting fluff#title from a song#song lyrics
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right FUCKERS I just had an idea!
After the Doctor loses Rose, and he's returned Donna home, he decideds to get utterly fucking shitface. Why? Because he knows that that is something humans do when they lose their love. SO, drunk out of his mind, ten gets a Rose tattoo. It's on his hip, hidden from view, and he doesn't bring it up.
When he regenerates into Eleven, the first thing he does with Rory and Amy, is go get his Rose tattoo. While he's getting it done, he tells them the story of this most amazing woman, and a story of how important love is.
When he regenerates into Twelve, he waits until Clara is out of the Tardis to get his Rose tattoo. He goes to the same place as he did the last time, right after his old self, and he sees him Rory and Amy leave. He considers adding a pond, but decides against it.
Once Yaz, Ryan and Graham have decided they want to stay, Thirteen takes them all to the same tattoo parlour. She returns to the story of her family, she mentions friends, and siblings, even her granddaughter. The final person she talks about, is Rose.
When 14 regenerates, he finds the rose tattoo on his hip, it confuses him even more.
the question is, do I attempt to properly write it?
#fanfic#doctor who#rose tyler#tenrose#elevenrose#twelverose#thirteenrose#fourteenrose#timepetals#tattoos#fanfic ideas
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tenth Doctor & Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
Characters: Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who)
Additional Tags: Regeneration Angst (Doctor Who), Post-Regeneration (Doctor Who), Platonic Cuddling, Though Rose is mildly horny because who wouldn't be
Summary:
After the Doctor's regeneration, Rose finds her usual remedy for a good night's sleep is...challenging, to say the least.
Or: Doctor & Rose cuddle fic with a bit of horniness for flavor.
#doctor who#tenrose#tenth doctor#rose tyler#ninth doctor#cuddle fic#dw fic#dw fanfic#doctor who fanfic
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