Across Universe, Time and Space.
For Kay
Rose/TenToo AU— Traveling
“It’s a bit different without the TARDIS. But seeing new things with The Doctor, that never gets old.”
(Source: soufflegirl)
(Source: moonstiel)
First time we were speechless.
“Let’s start a family.” “Right now?” “That’s all I can think of.”
For I Bring Life Project: Week 3.
He’s really excited because Pete always gets the best nibbles. Or maybe it’s Jackie who orders the catering—he isn’t sure—but he’d rather give the credit to Pete so he doesn’t have a reason to like Jackie (even though he can think of several, he doesn’t want to add to the list).
This isn’t a Vitex event or a Torchwood soiree; it’s Rose’s birthday, and even though Rose did not ask for this kind of party (or any, for that matter), Jackie managed to trick them both into evening finery, and the party was happening all the same.
By nine-thirty Rose is bored and tired of saying thank you when party-goers she barely knows tell her they like her dress. They say it as if she had designed it, which of course she hasn’t, and the compliments are starting to feel like a matter of form than genuine praise.
The Doctor sees her from across the room, and he wonders how she got there as they’d been standing practically skin to skin all evening, and he watches her blow her hair out of her face and shift her weight between her feet, when he decides it’s high time the birthday girl got to bed.
Granted, it was a loose definition of going to bed.
So he puts his half-empty flute of champagne on the silver trays held by one of the waiters and strides over to her side, where he whispers in her ear and her face turns very, very pink.
It’s moments later that they’re making a break for it. Jackie is pretty well sloshed and Pete’s making an effort to tend to her, and the Doctor thinks that he might have caught his eye as they were making their getaway.
Right before they make their way out the door, the Doctor’s fingers grazing the magnificently silken material of her dress, he spots a tray of nibbles and manages to grab a few, which he promptly shoves into his pockets, you know, for later, because so much physical exertion will demand sustenance.
(Source: gallifreyan-detective)
“Enough Love”
#they rarely say it to each other and for a while the metacrisis doctor second-guesses himself about that #but there’s really no need—it’s just sort of…understood #though there are times when it is needed and he jumps at the chance; wants to tell her a thousand times over #at the ends of arguments and the beginnings of all three of his marriage proposals #and as preface to his admissions that he had maybe possibly burned down the toolshed #or set the underground lab on fire…again #and all the wasted time and all his wasted chances compel him to be forthright with it now #but every time he says it here she smiles broad and sure and sweet and gives him the sort of look that says ‘oh i know’ #and he’s pretty okay with that #okay with showing her instead #dinners made for her on tuesdays and fridays that become closer to edible as the months roll on #putting the tea on in the mornings before she wakes up; taking her out dancing and carrying her shoes for her afterward #and if that’s how she knows—that’s perfectly all right by him #she does the same thing—doing his tie for him in the morning even though he could do it himself blindfolded #wearing the perfume he likes; buying plenty of bananas and never pears #or the long murmuring conversations she’s always willing to have with him in the small morning hours as they try unsuccessfully to doze off #and on an easy saturday morning where they’re sprawled out on opposite ends of the couch and he’s got his feet tucked under her bum #she reads to him from an atrocious self-improvement book that jackie has given them and he scoffs at most of the ‘advice’ #but then she turns the page and reads him the next one: ‘love is a verb’ #and he gets as far as opening his mouth to mock it but then has to close his gob #and instead he can only say ‘too right’ #and oh the smile she gives him then #and that’s about as far into the book as they get #and he’s perfectly all right with that too (via neverwhyonly who)
I just lost all ability to even YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU
SAME TO YOU, FRIENDLY STRANGER.
SAME TO YOU.
AU in which GITF is just a horrible nightmare and never actually happened
(Source: burntlikethesun)
Day After Day AU, pt. 16
if you want…
