if you are not rose tyler go away

I started an 80′s Sheith playlist because I could _(┐「ε:)_ 

Song list under the cut || Listen

A Little Respect - Erasure || Burnin’ for You - Blue Oyster Cult || Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds || Call Me - Blondie || Always Something There To Remind Me - Naked Eyes || Missing You - John Waite || You Make My Dreams - Daryl Hall & John Oates || Take On Me - a-ha || What I Like About You - The Romantics || Take Me Home Tonight - Eddie Money || Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper || Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship || Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler || Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley || Tell It to My Heart - Taylor Dayne || Need You Tonight - INXS || Hold Me Now - Thompson Twins || Think I’m In Love - Eddie Money || Every Time You Go Away - Paul Young || Just Like Heaven - The Cure || Holding Out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler || Just Can’t Get Enough - Depeche Mode || Wake me up Before You Go-Go - Wham! || I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers || Sweet Child o’ Mine - Guns N’ Roses || Lips Like Sugar - Echo & the Bunnymen || Stand By Me - Ben E. King || I’ll Melt With You - Modern English || Baby Hold On - Eddie Money || Here Comes the Rain Again - Eurythmics || Lovesong - The Cure || I Ran - A Flock of Seagulls || Space Age Love Song - A Flock of Seagulls || Electric Blue - ICEHOUSE

Our Secret

Pairing: Scott x Stiles’ twin sister reader.

Requested: No.

A/N: This wasn’t meant to be smut, but hey, one thing leads to another. Smut warningggggg.

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

The only light in your room was coming from the television hanging up on your wall where School of Rock was paused. You glanced at your phone seeing that it was nearing ten in the evening. Scott was usually here by now. You sighed cuddling into your pillow, closing your eyes deciding to have a rest before he turned up.

What felt like two minutes turned into two hours, and you were fast asleep; snoring slightly. Scott glanced through the window, seeing your sleeping figure and admiring the view, something he’s done for nearly a year now. He fixed his shirt, and held the bouquet of roses in front of him as he knocked quietly on the window.

“No, stop, Scott.” You mumbled in your sleep, hearing noises that where disturbing you. Another knock, you moved away from the noise trying to fall back asleep, but then another knock came and you realized who it was. Yawning, you got out of the bed and made your way to the window; only seeing Scott’s grinning face.

“Hey,” He whispered, falling effortlessly through your window and stood tall in front of you. You gazed at the flowers in his hand and a blush made it’s way to your face. “Scott, you shouldn’t have.” You muttered, grasping them in your hand and taking a sniff of them.

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requested by  hydroartitst444 <3
prompt;  Tyler (markiplier’s friend) x reader loads of fluff and super cute
finding gifs of tyler was touch lmao srr


You sighed heavily and pulled the strap of your bag back onto your shoulder. It kept slipping. And annoying you. The walk to your apartment complex was quite long from the nearest bus stop, and so you reached your doorstep only when the sun was already hiding behind the horizon. As you took out your keys you halted in your tracks, your eyes landing on a smiling figure of a man that was sitting on a flight of stairs and presumably waiting for your return.

“Tyler…” You couldn’t help but smile, “Hi…” He stood up, “What are you…doing here? You didn’t text or call so—“ from behind him he pulled out a small bouquet of roses, successfully shushing you as you came to stare into them as if seeing a flower for the first time.

“I know it’s a bit cheesy.” He said. You glanced up, “But Happy Birthday, (Name).”

After the shock melted, you couldn’t help but grin and laugh happily, covering your mouth with the back of your hand and shaking your head. Without saying much else, you took a few more steps forward and closed the distance between the two of you. Captivated  by the sparkle in your eyes Tyler’s mind went blank for a moment. You wrapped your arms around into a tight hug; one he responded to as soon as he figured out what was going on, pushing the roses to the side so you wouldn’t squish them. His broad chest was sturdy and warm, tinted with cologne and you found yourself less and less eager to pull away. Tilting your head upwards, you caught his gaze, “Thank you…I completely—“

“Forgot?” He grinned, “Yeah, I figured.”

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Moffat Era Rewatch: The Wedding of River Song

By Silencio Lake, on the Plain of Sighs, an Impossible Astronaut will rise from the deep and strike the Time Lord dead…

Warning: Spoilers Sweetie 

  • I enjoy this one a lot, but it is probably Moffat’s weakest season finale. 
  • A world were all of Earth history is happening at once is such a brilliant idea, but one that really should’ve had an entire episode devoted to it. This episode, however, is so busy that it ultimately gets lost in the mix. 
  • The Doctor’s rocking the beard again.  
  • “Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, you looked up and saw the face of the devil himself. Hello, Dalek.” And we were so close to having a completely Dalek free season. 
  • Can we visit the world where chess is played to the death so I can see what backgammon is like? 
  • This is, what, the third character Mark Gatiss has played on Doctor Who
  • “Why are some of them in boxes?” “Because some people are rich, and some people are left to rot.” Even in death there is social inequality. 
  • “This is absurd.” This is Doctor Who
  • “…and the Wi-Fi down here is excellent.” He’s got his priorities in check. 
  • “On the Fields of Trenzalore, at the fall of the Eleventh, when no living creature can speak falsely, or fail to answer, a question will be asked. A question that must never, ever be answered.”
  • If the Doctor did help Rose Tyler with her homework I expect it would’ve resulted in a lot of teachers resigning in confusion. 
  • “Doctor, I’m so sorry. We didn’t know how to contact you. I’m afraid Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart passed away a few months ago.” This is what a Time Lord looks like when both his hearts have broken. 
  • “If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.” That is one of my favourite Eleventh Doctor lines. 
  • “Why would you do that? Make me watch?” “So that you know this is inevitable. And you are forgiven. Always and completely forgiven.” *Shipper sobbing* 
  • “Time can be rewritten.” "Don’t you dare.” *Shipper sobbing intensifies*
  • “Hello sweetie.” His many different faces when she does this are just priceless.
  • “A record? Good Lord, man, have you never heard of downloads?” "Said Winston Churchill.” 
  • Amy is really pulling off the eyepatch look. 
  • Offices on trains are cool. 
  • “That’s him, isn’t it? I’ve no idea. I can’t find him, but I love him very much, don’t I?” "Apparently.” *Shipper snickering* 
  • “Yeah. I’ve encountered them before. Always wondered what they looked like.“
  • “Your boss, you should just ask her out. She likes you. She said so.” The universe is falling apart, but the Doctor’s top priority right now is getting Amy and Rory back together. Nothing is more important to him than his ship.  
  • And here we have Alex’s epic hair ruining plans for a dramatic turnaround. 
  • “Oh, they’re flirting. Do I have to watch this?” Yes, yes you do.  Reap what you sow, Kovarian. 
  • “Oh, why do you always have handcuffs?” Spoilers. 
  • What are these idiot guards waiting for?? They got a clear shot at the Silence, but they just stand there doing nothing. 
  • Hands up if you thought Rory was going to die again here.  
  • “Rory Williams, the man who dies and dies again. Die one last time and know she will never come back for you.” Famous last words. 
  • “The Doctor is very precious to me, you’re right. But do you know what else he is, Madame Kovarian? Not here. River Song didn’t get it all from you, sweetie.” Piss off a Pond at your peril.  
  • “So, you and me, we should get a drink some time.” "Okay.” "And married.” "Fine.” *Shipper grinning like a loon*
  • “I can’t let you die without knowing you are loved by so many, and so much, and by no one more than me.” *Shipper sobbing maximum intensification* 
  • “I’m not sure I completely understand.” "We got married and had a kid and that’s her.” That’s one way to sum up the last two seasons. 
  • “I just told you my name.” Rule 1. 
  • “Then you may kiss the bride.” "I’ll make it a good one.” "You’d better.” *Shipper cheering/sobbing* 
  • Amy’s wearing Rory’s jacket. Awwww. 
  • There really should’ve been a lot more scenes like this between the Ponds and their daughter. 
  • No plaid on the Roman.
  • “Yes! And I’m his… mother in law.” That awkward moment when you realise you bestie is your son in law who you once made out with. 
  • “Is there nothing else we can do?” *’I Am the Doctor’ starts playing* “Actually, thinking about it.”
  • All I could think of when the Doctor takes off the robe.
  • “Her days, yes. Her nights? Well, that’s between her and me, eh?”
  • “The first question. The question that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight. The question you’ve been running from all your life. Doctor who? Doctor who? Doctor Who.” 

Next Time: The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe

Deeply Wired - Prologue

Summary: It’s 2904. A mechanician known as the Doctor finds a broken android, Rose, and decides to take it with him and fix it. The two become closer quickly but soon a mysterious virus inside Rose starts acting up and revealing its true capabilities, changing everything.
When Rose’s previous owner comes around and tries to get a hold of the Bad Wolf virus, the two are left with no choice. What lengths will they go to keep Rose away from the evil hands of the Master?

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x android!Rose Tyler (au setting)

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: T

Wordcount: 1183

Notes: This is my second attempt at fic writing. As some of you might know, I’m really into the android!au I’ve had around for some time. I have a full story planned, but I’m doing a test chapter of sorts to see if people are interested at all in this sort of thing. More will come if this catches off ~
Also a huge thanks to @wordsintimeandspace for being the beta for this chapter, she really helped me make this thing readable. Huzzah!

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Everyone knows the line “Rose Tyler, I -” and the unfinished “I love you.” And then the meltdown afterwards. But I just wanted to point something out…

At the end of the Battle of the Five Armies, we’re looking at Thorin’s death with Bilbo at his side. And he makes his very beautiful speech…
“Go back to your armchair and your books…”
And at the very end. When Thorin is a breath away from death, Bilbo says “Thorin, I -” and Bilbo does not finish what he has to say, choking on sobs that fall down upon an unresponsive shell of a person. I just wanted to point out the similarities.

“Rose Tyler, I- love you.”
“Thorin, I -”

So was Bilbo going to say I love you? Or have I gone too far with this? Has this even been done before?

The Paper Plane

Fandom : Doctor Who - AU
Pairing : Ten x Rose
Rating : General

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Little did Rose know the handsome man she’d been sketching for almost a year was completely bonkers.
But was he, really?

This is actually an October prompt from @doctorroseprompts​, but I stumbled upon it today and I got inspired!
A short one-shot, a different take on how the Doctor and Rose met!

I hope you’ll like it! :)

She rummaged through her pink backpack for a moment, and found her small sketchpad and her favorite pencil - a cheap brand she had used for years, because she liked the feel of it in her hand and how it ran smoothly on her paper. She took a glance at her surroundings, and something akin to disappointment made a soft sigh fly from her lips. He was nowhere in sight.

That old bench under the big oak had become her treasured spot a few months back. Ever since she’d seen him for the first time. At first, she’d been coming here for the strings of people rushing down the street, the lazy ones wandering around with a carton cup of coffee in their hands, the old ones walking their tiny dogs and chattering away about the latest neighbourhood gossip. She loved to capture all those irrelevant moments in her sketchpad, slices of life that made it so much more interesting to draw those faces. Spontaneous expressions, natural features, true feelings. So different from drawing all those models that stood before her in class.

And then, one day, she had been enthralled by him. 

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Requested Anonymously

WARNING: Disturbing stuff here, actually a little bit graphic, not because I’m trying to be grotesque but because I wanted the hardship to have reality. If you’re terribly squeamish, I suggest skipping over the italicized bits that are in the first section.

This is just as dark as Part One. Maybe more so. Part Three, which will be the final part (most likely), will also be PURE FLUFFY GOODNESS (as the original anon’s ask requested), so don’t let this one get you too down. It ain’t over. 

Your hand healed. Nothing had really changed, you thought, except that now you were angry. This body had a tendency to be that way. Your first body might not have taken so much offence at that rude Gallifreyan’s condescension, but this body… it had been born from fiery pain. It was the result of years and years of independence and loneliness and living on the highs of everything near-immortality could offer. This body would not be talked down to. You had lived alone for almost all of your life, and you had seen terrible things, and done things that no one else in the universe had ever done, and you were still young.

Some part of you, maybe the childish part, wanted to say, “We’ll show him!” and do just that. It wanted to prove that you were more than a child, that you could be clever and useful and adult. But the rest of you, the much stronger part, knew that you didn’t have to prove a single thing, and certainly not to him. You had lived with strength all this time, without help and without him.

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Sir Doctor and his Lady, Part 1 -  11th Doctor x Reader

Originally posted by snarkyfancat


An anon requested an 11th Doctor x Reader with the prompts: 11. “but everyone’s watching” and 17. “can i hold your hand?”

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Also: I’m rubbish at fight scenes. In my native language I can do them pretty well but in English… it just sucks. Sorry!

But everyone’s watching, you idiot! You can’t do this!” you whispered in the Doctor’s ear who was now grinning.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, I can fight. And you don’t want to be married off to that man, right?” he said, pointing at the alien King outside of the tent who was carrying his sword. You sighed, fiddling with the green veil you were wearing.

“You’re going to be humiliated there,” you said, putting your hand on his shoulder, leaning in a bit closer. You and the Doctor were in a tent on an alien planet. He was dressed in medieval-like armor, his hair a mess. He was about to fight with a King who had seen you and demanded to marry you. So now the Doctor was going to fight for you.

It was going to be a disaster.

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Follow || Tyler Down x Reader

*inhales* ASK ME FOR A THOUSAND TYLER IMAGINES AND I WILL NEVER REFUSE. It feels so wrong to write about a stalker, but so right for that stalker to be Tyler. Damn you, attractive actors.

Word Count: 1,070

Warnings: Stalking


    Lonely nights were all you seemed to have any more.

    Your eyes scanned the small, rusted playground that sat in the center of Eisenhower Park. When you were a kid, you used to visit it all the time, but, like most of the things you used to like, you grew out of it.

    When you sat down on the same swing that you used to come to every Saturday afternoon, it felt unfamiliar. You kicked off the ground, trying to channel your emotions into anger. Because maybe if you could get a rise out of yourself, you could finally blow off some steam and start feeling better.

    Amongst the loudly creaking chains of the swingset, you heard something a little different. An almost robotic sound, like a shutter. The gentle flapping of a bird’s wings. If a bird’s wings were made of aluminum.

    You shrugged it off, kicking against the ground again. You felt the wind catch at your clothes and hair, gravity attempting to drag you down as you flew up to the trees. You leaned back, staring up at the starlit sky, and imagined billions of tiny lightbulbs floating around in space.

    Then the sound was there again. This time you were sure you had heard it. You pulled yourself up quickly, slamming the soles of your shoes into the dirt. You came to a stop so abrupt you were nearly tossed off of the swing.

    Your eyes scanned the dark, open space. A chill worked its way up your spine, the skin there erupting in goosebumps. You stood up and started walking towards the road, trying to act like you weren’t completely freaking out.

    Either you were being paranoid, or there was a second set of footsteps behind you. You stopped, pretending to check out something on the ground. Whoever was following you copied just a little too late. The sound of crunching dead grass was as clear as day.

    Whereas most people might have run, or screamed, or turned to fight off an attacker; you froze. Your body stiffened, arms locked by your sides.

    That moment of unbearable dread seemed to drag on forever. You standing there, facing the direction of safety, the light of a streetlamp visible in the distance. And them, as silent as a ghost.

    You flinched away as you heard them take another step. Something jutting up from the grass caught your shoelace, and the next thing you knew you were on your back. You stared up, eyes wide with terror.

    “Tyler, what are you doing!? You scared the hell out of me!”

    The tall, slender junior was paused in the middle of a step backwards, camera clutched tightly in his hands. His jaw dropped, expression as stunned as you figured yours must’ve been. “I-I was just-!” He scrambled for an answer.

    “Following me? Taking pictures of me?” you accused, incredulous.

    “I’m sorry. I don’t- I wanted to-” he stopped, taking another step backwards. “A-are you going to tell anyone about this?”

    “Am I going to tell anyone that you’re stalking me?” you asked. You placed a hand over your heart, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “No, but this could seriously get you into trouble. Why didn’t you just ask me for permission?”

    He took another step backwards. The look on his face said it all. He wasn’t just taking innocent pictures of you swinging at the park.

    “Tyler Down,” you said. “If you run, I’ll call the police.”

    He looked down at his camera, almost as if he was thinking about destroying it right then and there. “Okay,” he said at last.

    “Okay, good.” You stood up, dusting  yourself off. “How long have you been taking pictures of me?”

    He shrugged. “A while.”

    You took a step towards him, your hand outstretched. His head shot up, eyes darting between you and his camera. After a short moment of hesitation, he handed it over. You turned it on and starting sorting through the gallery. There were pictures of you in school, of you in your bedroom, and even of you at the grocery store.

    “Woah,” you said, your voice such a confusing mix of emotions that not even you were sure what you had meant. “Like… holy-”

    Tyler grabbed the camera out of your hands, shutting it off and stuffing it into the messenger bag he was carrying.

    You stared at him in disbelief. How long had you known him? You’d been friends since middle school. Albeit, neither of you were ever that close, but you’d often talked to each other. You sat by him at lunch nearly every day.

    “Don’t look at me like that,” he said pitifully.

    “How do you want me to look at you?” you asked. “I mean, you’re stalking me.”

    “I’m not stalking you,” he snapped.

    You smiled, probably one of the last things you should have done. “Uh, you need to look up the definition of stalker.”

    “No, it’s-” he looked like he was about to say something else, but stopped mid-sentence.

    “It’s what?” you questioned.

    He frowned. “You’ll be weirded out.”

    “I’m a little past the point of being weirded out,” you replied.

    “Fine,” he murmured. “It’s love. That’s what I was going to say. I’m in love with you.”

    You watched him carefully, waiting for him to turn into some kind of psycho killer like on the movies. You expected him to lunge forwards and attack you at any minute, but it didn’t happen. He was just the same Tyler that you knew from school. Except he followed you around and took pictures when you weren’t looking.

    Everything you had been told in your life was that people like Tyler should be avoided at all costs. Right about now, you should be running away, or calling the cops. But instead, you’re moving closer to him, feeling sickly flattered that someone would care enough about you to go to so much trouble.

    “Okay,” you said. “Then stop following me, and when I see you tomorrow at school we can talk.”

    “You still want to hang out with me?” His voice rose an octave, sounding both astonished and excited all at once.

    “Yeah.” You nodded. “I just don’t think you’re a bad guy, Tyler.”

    You turned, heading towards the road to your house. You could just barely catch Tyler’s soft voice as he said, more to himself than anyone, “I love you, Y/N.”

@asthewheelwills replied to your post “think i want to write a bed sharing fic(let) but idk which doctor/rose…”

Ten, and he suggests a wall of pillows between them for propriety, but it ends up turning into fort building (which rose takes remarkably seriously)

fort building

They both stared at the singular bed in the room.

“Share?” Rose said, not looking away from the bed.

The Doctor rubbed at the back of his neck. “We can build a wall of pillows down the middle. It’ll be like having two beds.”

“Yeah, alright.”

They grabbed all the pillows off the small sofa and took them to the bed. The Doctor started making a line down the middle but Rose grinned and started stacking them instead.

“What are you doing?”

“Building a fort, of course. Not like we’re going to sleep right away. Might as well enjoy the rather excessive amount of pillows this room has. Go see if there are any extra blankets in the closet while I set this up.”

“Rose Tyler, you are brilliant.”

“Wait until you see the kind of fort I can build.”

He brought back the extra blankets and pillows he found in the closet and helped Rose construct what she referred to as the perfect fort. When it was close enough to her exacting standards they collapsed inside.

Rose cuddled into the Doctor’s side. “A much better use of these pillows,” she declared.

“Much better,” he agreed.

They talked about their plans for the next day and the Doctor was in the middle of a story about Tralint IV where he wanted to go when he realized that Rose had fallen asleep.

He smiled softly and pulled her closer, closing his eyes to try and get some rest as well, safely ensconced in their fort.

A Christmas Surprise

Rosex Tentoo 


What happens when Rose Tyler takes her daughter to visit Santa 

The little blonde haired girl stood in the middle of the line, face red and started to stomp her feet.

“Come on Hailey” her mother urged, gripping her small hand.

“But I don’t want to visit Santa!” she whined.

Rose peered at her 5 year old daughter. Hailey had been looking forward to this visit at the local shopping centre. Rose was confused about her daughter’s change of behaviour.

“Why sweetheart?”

Hailey continued to stamp her feet in frustration, and scrunched her eyes closed. Rose placed her free hand on her small shoulder.

“Hailey? You need to try and calm down”

Hailey relaxed a bit from her mother’s touch.

“Oh can you move?” came an annoyed voice from behind. Rose whipped around.

“I will when my daughter settles down” she replied with a forced smile. The older women’s face fell. Rose smiled in satisfaction and turned back to her daughter, who was now crying.

“Oh, Hailey” she soothed, stooping down and wrapping her in a hug.

“I want Daddy!” she wailed. Rose sighed.

“Hailes. Daddy wishes he could have been here, but remember, he had to do something special today. But, he would really love a photo with you and Santa” Rose explained, thinking of what her husband had planned. A few ( or more) tears and a tantrum would be worth it in the end.

Hailey nodded against her mother’s shoulder and pulled away.

“Come on, can I have a smile” Rose asked, tickling Hailey on the stomach.

Hailey first pouted, then fell into a peal of giggles, her big brown eyes and freckled face still tear stained. Rose pulled out a hanky from her bag and wiped the tears away, then took Hailey’s hand again.

“Oh look sweetie, we’re getting close. Are you ready to tell Santa what you would like for Christmas?”

“Can I ask him for a pony?”

“Why do you want a pony for? We can’t keep a pony in our small backyard”

“But it can go in the TARDIS” Hailey countered.

“The TARDIS is still building. Plus, ponies are a lot of hard work.” Rose explained patiently. “I don’t even think ponies fit in Santa’s sleigh”

Hailey thought about that for a moment, her face scrunched up in concertration. She smiled brightly.

“But Daddy told me that Santa’s sleigh is bigger on the inside”

“I bet he did” Rose muttered. “Is there anything else you would like?” She asked her daughter.

Hailey started to chatter away about her Christmas list , and was listing three different dolls when the lady dressed as an elf waved them forward.

Hailey stood in front of Santa and paused.

Santa gave a grin underneath his white beard.

“Ho, Ho, Ho. Who do we have here?” He greeted, trying to keep his voice disguised as much as possible.

Rose nudged Hailey in the hip. She leant down to whisper in her ear.

“It’s okay, go and say hi to him. Remember, Daddy wants a photo”

Hailey grudgingly moved forward and Santa patted the spot on his seat next to him.

“And what’s your name?”

“Hailey Donna Tyler” she replied shyly. Santa peered at her.

“And Hailey Donna Tyler, what would you like for Christmas?”

Hailey looked at her mother, and Rose smiled back encouragingly.  

Santa listened to Hailey’s requests and when she finished, he looked back at Rose.

“Would you like a photo?”

“How does that sound Hailes? A photo with Santa for Daddy?” The small girl nodded.

“My Daddy is away, but he’s doing something special” Hailey told Santa. Santa hesitated, before whispering in Hailey’s ear.

“Look at my eyes Hailey”

Hailey appeared confused, but stared in Santa’s eyes.

Wide and brown like her own. She beamed and opened her mouth. Santa quickly hushed her by placing a finger on his lips.

“Daddy?” she asked in a hushed whisper. He nodded.

“Yep, it’s me”

“But, does this mean Santa isn’t real?” Hailey asked.

Rose and the Doctor both groaned.

They hadn’t thought about that when they arranged this surprise.

Perfect Only Last So Long- Tyler Joseph Part Four (smut)

The next morning you woke up feeling yourself again. Nights like last night happened but you always were on your own. This time you were happy to have Tyler to help you through your doubt, insecurities, and tears.

“Wanna ride again?” Tyler asked rubbing his eyes from just waking up.

“No ty, I can drive myself.” You said already knowing he was going to drive you.

“It wasn’t really a question.” He said getting out of bed and kissing your cheek.

“You’re too good to me.” You blushed.

“I only want the best for my girl.” He said putting on a shirt.

“Well that’s all you give me and I love you so much. Thanks for taking care of me.” You said pulling your hair into a messy bun.

“I’ll take care of you until the world ends.” He told you and you could swear you head heart skipped a beat.

“Are you out early today?” Tyler asked as you pulled up to your school.

“Yes and today is Friday and I was thinking maybe do you want to have a party at my house. It’s bigger than your apartment.” you asked not sure if he was going to be okay with it being at your house.

You typically partied at his apartment with all his friends getting drunk.

“Um, yeah I guess. I’ll tell the guys. Are you inviting your friends?” he asked.

“If you don’t mind. Kaylee seemed to like you the other day and I know how much they actually want to meet you.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” he said kissing you on the cheek. “Now go before you’re late.” he said unlocking the car doors.

“Alright love you.” you leaned in to kiss him on the lips quickly but it turned into more than that.

You broke away for the kiss for air.

“Y/N go or I’ll take you home and we can continue this.” he said with a smirk on his face.

“Just one kiss can get you this wild up?” you teased him.

“That was not just a kiss. That was a long kiss from a hot girl. You always get me wild up.” he winked at you.

“Oh my god.” you rolled your eyes. “Be here at 10 to pick me up. I love you.” you said getting out of the car.

“Love you too hottie.” he said pulling away.

You rolled your eyes and walked into school where you met up with Stephanie.

“Well that was a heated kiss.” she said and you looked at her confused. “I’ve been waiting here for the past 5 minutes looking out the window for you when I saw you and your lover boy going at it in the car.” she teased you.

“We weren’t going at it, it was just a kiss that was long and nice.” you said and you blushed.

“God you love him don’t you.” she said as you both walked to your first class together.

“I do. I really do, so much. He’s such a  sweetheart and-” you started but you saw her rolling her eyes. “Sorry.” you apologized.

“Don’t be. It’s cute and all seeing you happy. Anyways you always talk about how fun going to a party with Tyler is. Any plans this weekend?”

“Yeah. party at my house. Be there at 9 and bring some people with you.” you said waving goodbye to her as you entered your classroom.

You still had 2 minutes until the class started so you sent a quick text to some of your other friends telling them to come.

After listening to some of your teacher’s powerpoint you got bored and pulled out your phone, carefully hiding it from the teacher’s view. You saw you got a text from over 15 people saying they would be there. You knew there was probably going to be about 30 to 40 people so you thought you better text Tyler.

To Tyler

Hey babe, so it’s probably going to be a big party. Will you pick up beer and snacks and stuff?

Sent 7:46 am

From Tyler

Sounds fun. I’ll grab some stuff before picking you up, but only if you promise me one thing.

Received 7:48 am

To Tyler

And that one thing is???

Sent 7:49 am

From Tyler

I think you know what I want.

Received 7:49 am

To Tyler

Omg. it’s too early for this.

Sent 7:50 am

From Tyler

But you got me going in the car this morning and I realized that it’s been over 5 weeks since I’ve seen your beautiful body of yours. God I love you so much.

Received 7:51 am

Thinking you have control, but baby, you know I’ll always be in control in the bedroom ;)

Received 7:51 am

To Tyler

I’m in school and you’re distracting me.

Sent 7:52 am

But you know if you get me drunk enough it always happens.

Sent 7:52 am

From Tyler

Sounds like it’s going to be a fun night at the Y/L/N’s house. See you later babe.

Received 7:03am

“Huh, Ms.Y/L/N would you like to share with the class what you’re smiling at your lap about.” you teacher spoke from the front of the room which made you jump from your stare at your phone.

Everyone was turned in their seat and looking at you.

“Ms.Y/L/N you know the rules. Phone up on my desk until the end of the day.”

“Ms. David I’m sorry I had to text my mom and tell her I made it to school okay. She’s out of town.” you said keeping your phone in your hand.

“Okay fine, but if I see it again it’s mine for the rest of the day.” she said and stating her lesson again.

You tried to listen to the lesson, but now your mind was in a different place. Tyler seemed to have that effect on you a lot. When he texted you things like that all you could think of was how much you wanted to be with him. Alone.

Finally your last class was over. You were walking out of the building when suddenly you heard someone calling your name. You turned around to see one of the school jocks jogging towards you.

“Hey Y/N, I heard there is going to be a party, is that true?”

“Yeah my house at 9.”

“Is that Tyler kid involved. Are you still dating him?”

“Yeah and yes he will be there.” you said.

“Good, he knows a good party. Well see you later than.” he said and walked away.

If he knew about it then your friends really did invite other people.

Later that night you and Tyler had just finished putting out the last of the chips and stuff when you heard a few familiar voice enter you house.

“Let’s get this shit started.” you heard Kaylee shout.

Before you knew it your house was full of drunk partying high schoolers. It felt like half the school was there from all the noise and the loud music wasn’t helping.

Your were in the kitchen talking with Tyler, Stephanie, Kaylee.

“As her best friends we have the role of protecting her, so you hurt her your dick gets chopped of.” Stephanie threatened Tyler in a joking manner.

You were happy seeing that your friends and Tyler were all getting along. They really liked him and he seemed to liked them too.

“Well I’m not as drunk as I want to be so anyone up for a round of shots. I’ll take a bottle from my dad’s liquor cabinet.” you offered.

“Babe you sure he won’t notice?” Tyler questioned.

“It’s fine.” you said then leaned close to his ear to whisper. “Plus you’ll like the outcome, if you know what I mean.”

He smirked and you walked away to walk to the cabinet stumbling a bit. Okay maybe you were a little more drunk than you thought, but fuck it right?

“Woah you good there Y/N.” the same jock from earlier asked you.

“Yeah, just a bit tipsy.” you said.

“A bit.” he laughed. “Anyways, Tyler and you really do throw a great party. I hope your neighbors don’t mind the noise or that we almost burned down their rose bush.” he said.

“Fuck them, I never liked any of them.” you slurred and he laughed.

“You’ve always been funny.” he said moving closer to you.

“She has and still is.” you heard Tyler’s voice behind you and felt him pull you closer to him by the waist.

“Yeah. anyways, I’m gonna go. See you in school Y/N.” he winked them walked away.

You turned around and saw Tyler glaring at the jock as he walked away.

“Someone got jealous.” you teased him.

“Just get the alcohol.” he said not wanting to address it.

You  grabbed the bottle and a few shot glasses from the cabinet. After sharing the drink with your friends they decided they were going to head out.

“We’re gonna leave soon Y/N it’s already 2 in the morning and most people left already.” Kaylee said.

“Okay, love you guys.” you slurred hugging both of them.

“You got her Tyler?” Stephanie asked pointing at your drunken state.

“Yeah.” he nodded and then they left.

About half hour later you got everyone to leave. You wanted the house to just you and Tyler. You had plans for the two of you and you were to drunk to even let the last person leave the door before you turned around and started kissing Tyler passionately.

“What do you say we go upstairs and have some fun by ourselves?” you asked Tyler moving closer to him.

He bit his bottom lip and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he brought you upstairs. He put you down on your bed closing the door in the process. He pushed you down on the bed and hovered over you with either hand on the sides of your head. He collided his lips with yours, your tongues fighting for dominance but of course he won.

You played with the hem of his shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it off. You took the opportunity to do the same to yourself. You unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off too. Tyler stared down at your almost naked body and bit his lip a little hard. You noticed the growing bulge in his pants so you sat up and started unbuckling his belt.

“So egear today aren’t you baby girl?” he asked as you pulled the belt off and started pulling down his jeans.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this Tyler. You’ve been on my mind and I just want to fuck you.” you said, or more correct the alcohol said.

“Then how about you get on your knees and show me how much you’ve been wanting this.” he said and you moved off the bed and kneeled in front of him.

You looked up at him as you looped your finger in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. You pump him a few times before sucking his tip. You hear him start to groan lowly as you wrap your mouth around his cock and move farther down his cock.

“Fuck, baby.” he groaned bucking putting his hands in your hair and pushing himself in and out of your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him as deep as you could. You bobbed your head over him until you felt him twitch inside your mouth.

You immediately pulled off and stood. He grabbed your face and kissed your lips sloppily. You were back on the bed laid on your back and Tyler hovered over you. You felt him line himself up with your soaked entrance. He looked at you asking for permission like he always did. You nodded your head and he pushed inside of you which made a gasp escape your lips. He stopped his movements and looked back at you.

“Are you okay baby?”

“Yeah, you can move now.” you said once adjusted to him.

He began to thrust in and out of you at a good pace for the both of you.

You felt the familiar tightness in your abdomen start and Tyler’s pace started to get sloppier.

“I’m close.” you tell him as your high threatens to tear throw you.

“Me too baby. Let it go.” he said and his words worked like magic. Your walls clenched around him and he came inside of you. Tyler helped you get dressed throwing on a pair of shorts himself. You curled into his side and he pulled you close whispering I love yous in you ear as you fell asleep.

“I love you Y/N.” you heard him whisper.

“I love you too.” you mumbled.

You took in the warmth and the smell from him knowing you only had 3 more nights of this. You were going to miss waking up next to him and falling asleep curled into his side.

A/N- I promise it gets better after this. I just wasn’t in the mood to write smut but I wanted to post the next part. Please don’t hate me. I’m aware it sucks. Thanks.

Requested Anonymously

WARNINGS: Violence, blood, self-disassociation, Nazis (ok, just one itty-bitty little Nazi), death (no, really), nightmares (sort of), and a slight mental breakdown. Kind of depression, in a way? This gets really dark towards the end but I promise to make it better.

So, this is my first non-human!reader imagine. You guys will have to tell me what you think. Also, there will be a Part Two for this story, so don’t let the ending depress you too much.

You knew what you were. You… remembered. It had taken awhile - about a decade or so of denial, of not aging in any noticeable way, for you to face up to the fact that there was something very strange about you. And then, the memories came back in great big violent chunks, and you suddenly started noticing things that your mind had blanked out before - you had not family, no past, no friends, no background, nobody who knew you, and you had never thought it strange before. But the memories filled everything in and you were ashamed, because you had made yourself forget in order to stave off the pain. How cowardly was that, that you couldn’t even let yourself grieve?

It had worked, though. The pain was as distant as your home planet, now. You had managed to skip the grieving process rather well. Professional level denial.

You were a Gallifreyan. The last Gallifreyan. And not a very old one, either. You had never even regenerated, which meant… you had another eleven lives ahead of you after this one. It wasn’t a pretty thought. You were trapped alone on Earth with a species that had such a pathetically short lifespan. It was going to be lonely. Very lonely. You would never have a lover or a family or a real home.

Oddly enough, it didn’t bother you as much as it should have. Give it another few hundred years, you told yourself, then maybe it will kick in and you’ll start feeling depressed. But the idea of being completely independent was appealing. You could travel as much as you wanted. You could seek out every single secret from one pole of this planet to the other, and by time you were done, you could start all over again and make it feel new. There was no Gallifreyan government to say that you were being irresponsible with the timelines. There was no one to stop you from being a part of history. You were a Gallifreyan, superior and nearly immortal. You could walk this planet like some immortal creature of legend until humanity started leaving the planet. Then you would leave too, but until then… well, it wasn’t half bad, you thought, to be an explorer with no ties to anything or anyone.

Lonely, indeed, Who cared? Alright, so there was no one to share it all with, and that was sad. You weren’t being stupid - you knew that being alone meant being lonely, at some point. But Gallifreyans were lonely creatures by nature. You were just taking it to another level, and there was nothing wrong with that. You could happily wait a few hundred years before getting to move the lone wolf act into the stars.

Could be worse, you thought, turning your eyes to the stars. You slung your bag of essentials over your shoulder and took you very first step onto the African plains, circa late 1800’s. Today, you would be getting to know some lions on a telepathic level. Who else could say that? You chuckled. No one.

Oh, yeah. This could be much, much worse.

The Doctor, although he really didn’t feel comfortable calling himself that yet, not after so long being the Warrior, slept more than he ever had before. He had spent so much of the war sleep-deprived that being able to sleep for more than a few hours straight now seemed like an extreme luxury. One that he was only too glad to take advantage of, mostly because you can’t think too hard while you’re asleep, and the Doctor was sick of thinking.

The only problem was… well, the nightmares. Those sort of tarnished the whole luxury bit.

But, when he woke up for what the TARDIS had designated as ‘morning,’ he felt so completely relaxed that he knew he hadn’t had any nightmares at all.

Odd, he thought with relief, almost ready to let himself sink back into sleep, when he remembered the dream. The good dream that had kept the nightmares away through his whole sleep cycle.

Lions. He had dreamt of lions, tan and gold on the grasslands, running at his side and leading him down to the river. They spoke to him in what limited language they had, and he walked with them for a day and a night and another day, trailing his hands through the tall grass as he walked barefoot to the-

The Doctor jerked out of his half-doze, startled. A mild sense of disassociation settled on him, adding to his inexplicable confusion. How strange.

He wouldn’t mind having a dream like that again, though.

You knew that you weren’t impervious, nor truly immortal. You could be killed. But after so many years of bending without breaking, you had forgotten that it might actually happen.

“You shot me!” you exclaimed. And you were, indeed, shot. Very shot. Bleeding out for all that you were shot, in fact. It would be a very stupid way to die.

The soldier who had shot you spat out some garbled German that you didn’t quite catch the whole of, but you could guess his meaning very well with or without telepathy. It was something along the lines of, go die, scum! Or whatever the German equivalent of that would be, which was a little rude.

“I’m dying already, I’m dying,” you told him irritably, trying to numb your pain receptors. “Don’t get your lederhosen in a twist, okay? Easy does it, swastika-boy. What are you, twelve years old? You are a very small Nazi.”

Said small Nazi couldn’t have understood what you were saying, seeing as he had completely ignored your very clearly pronounced "Don’t shoot" statement (right before he shot you), and he hadn’t said a single word of English so far. But, it seemed as though he knew that he was being insulted, because he shot you again. This time, you barely felt it, but it was still scream-worthy, simply because… well, it was very gruesome. You had seen plenty of blood over the decades, but this was your own blood and it was going all over the place and definitely not staying inside of your body where it belonged. You noticed the orange tint typical of Gallifreyans and wondered if the pint-sized Nazi would also notice. You did not want to be experimented on by some crazy German scientist, no sir. No dying over and over again on Doctor Mengele’s table for you, no thank you, nuh-uh.

Ugh. Sometimes you wished that you weren’t so well-versed in Earth’s history.

You felt regeneration energy burning under your skin, and you saw Nazi-boy raising his gun again, so you did the only thing you could think to do.

You turned and ran.

He shot you in the back and you kept running.

The Doctor screamed awake, back arching away from mind-blowing pain. He writhed, sobbing, newly lithe fingers clenching off-white sheets and trying to anchor him back to reality. Oh, wasn’t it over? The pain was so- but he- it was- hadn’t he already regenerated? Why did everything hurt so badly?

A warm hand squeezed his as the Doctor came down from his painful high, and when he opened his eyes, Rose was there. All pink and yellow (red-eyed from crying), and beautiful (pale and shadowed, because she was so tired).

“Did Nazis shoot me?” he asked, incredulous, not only because it was ridiculous but also because he was in a room he didn’t recognize and he could feel that he was wearing another man’s jim-jams. "Is that how I died?“

"Er, no?” squeaked Rose. She sounded as confused as he felt. Quite right, too.

“Oh…” The Doctor gulped, fear still coursing through his veins. His chest ached where he had - or, hadn’t - been shot. It hadn’t happened, though, and as his mind cleared up, he remembered that of course he hadn’t been shot by Nazis, but it felt so real. Too real. Too frightfully real, because he knew it would haunt him just as much as all his real deaths did. “Good.”

You liked your new body. It was very… well, you.

Admittedly, you had been very young to already be regenerating, but you supposed that needs must. You had gotten shot a whopping five times before you actually died, and your transformation must have scared the ever-living fascism out of the little Nazi, because when you woke up, nobody was around.

But it had been awhile since then. You were aging at the grand speed of dripping peanut butter, and it was causing problems. Because of, you know, the invention of the bloody camera. Sodding camera obscura. Nothing obscure about it. So you were stuck avoiding the big cities when they started installing traffic cameras. Oh, and photographers, and security cameras, and rides that took your picture, and places where people took pictures, and basically just…


“Hey, now, what’s the matter with you, eh?”

Rose stared at the Doctor, who was staring at the console. He looked so intensely focused and completely lost at the same time, like he was desperately searching for the answer of some insolvable equation. It scared her. A lot of things scared her, though. As much as she liked this… new Doctor, she was still adjusting. But it would be alright, if she could just pull him out of the storm cloud his head was stuck in.

“Hey!” Rose raised her voice. “Hey!”

The Doctor blinked. “What? I- oh… er, sorry.”

“Yeah.” Rose touched his shoulder tentatively. “Are you… alright?”

“Oh, I’m fine,” the Doctor said, shrugging, even as his eyes were dragged back towards the console. “There’s just something that I need to… uh, check, if you don’t mind delaying your visit home?”

Rose shook her head. “Nah, I don’t mind.”

“Oh good.”

The Doctor’s hands wavered over the controls, as if he had forgotten how to use them. His brow furrowed in concentration. He closed his eyes, and just like that, he was a million miles away again.

Where do you go in that head of yours? Rose wondered.

“Where are you?” the Doctor whispered, too quietly for Rose to hear. It wasn’t for her anyway. “Where are you? I know you’re there, somewhere. Show me where. Come on, call me. You’re not alone. I’m here. Just tell me where you’ve gone. Come on.”

And then, suddenly, he jerked the TARDIS into action.

You were so startled by the telepathic signature of another Gallifreyan that you nearly thought you were just imagining it - you were supposed to be the last, after all. But then, there he was, tumbling around the corner with a youthful-looking bottle-blonde in tow; both of them grinning like idiots. It was him. He was a Gallifreyan, and a Time Lord at that. You could see it in his tangled timelines.

Unsure of what to do, you just… stood still. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe he would keep on running. Maybe he wouldn’t notice you. Maybe he wouldn’t even care.


You!” he cried out, and you were the only one there, so you knew he was talking to you. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where have you been? How did you even survive?”

He approached you so quickly that you didn’t have time to plan an escape route. He was just there, in front of you, too close, with his blonde friend following along behind him with a curious glint in her eyes.

“Um…” You shrugged. “Surprise?”

His eyes widened. “Oh, tot!”

The word sparked something in your brain, and you didn’t quite remember it, but you didn’t like how it made you feel. (Small.) "Excuse me?“

He was way too close, crowding and cornering. Your Gallifreyan instincts flared to life aggressively in the presence of another of your species. Gallifreyan, adult, male, [compatible telepathic functions, compatible psi levels, compatible physiology: potential mate], loud, close, aggressive, big, threat-threat-threat-threat!

"You’re so little!” he exclaimed, gravity-defying hair swaying as he leaned in closer to get a better look at you. You stepped back. He followed. “You’re hardly any more than a baby! Just a child. No wonder I didn’t sense you before.”

Little? Baby? Just a child? Did he- did he have any idea…?

“Back off,” you snapped, hurt and offended. How dare he? He didn’t know anything about you.

Hey,” he said with a chastening frown, “don’t you talk back to me like that, tot.”

Your eyebrows jumped up. Behind your eyes, wars passed. Blood (shots fired, red spattering everywhere, two to your chest and three to your back as you burned), loss (your parents, your family, your people, your planet, and you had made friends and lost them all and couldn’t take losing anymore), famine (you had starved with the rest of them and survived simply because your body could do so much more that theirs could), loneliness (it was you, it lived in you like a parasite and gnawed on your brain until there were pieces of your mind missing), fear (water, rising too quickly, rising over your head and filling your mouth but you had to save those people had to get them out but you were drowning and it was so, so dark), and so much pain (water isn’t supposed to be in lungs, fire doesn’t play nicely with flesh, claws are so sharp, the sun burns almost as well as fire does and the cold burns too can’t do this anymore can’t can’t can’t can’t).

Just a child?

Arrogant son of a-

You punched him so hard that you felt something in your hand shatter.

Your pain receptors were in a constant state of numbness because, well, why not? It’s not like you bothered pretending to be human anymore. And there was enough pain without broken bones and an empty belly and so many scars. So you couldn’t really process that there was pain. You knew that you had broken two of the bigger bones in your hand. It wasn’t bad. They would heal quickly, if you were careful. Slowly, if you weren’t. Quickly, slowly; who cared?

He stumbled. The girl was screaming at you that 'you were crazy, what was wrong with you?’

Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart, and don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.

“Oi!” the Gallifreyan yelled, shocked and maybe angry. Probably angry. You couldn’t blame him. “What wassat for?”

“I don’t need you,” you hissed at him. Derisive, dismissive, direct. “And I don’t want you. Go.”

He snatched his hand away from his nose blood, slightly on the orange side, just like yours, fell freely, staining his mouth and chin. But his expression far over-powered the color: a look of horrified shock, of betrayal, like you had stabbed him in the back instead of booped him on the nose. "W-what?“

"I. Don’t. Need. You. I don’t want you.” And, just to clarify: “I don’t want to see you again. Go away. Don’t find me again.”

So much loneliness, and there he was. And you didn’t want to see that face or hear that tone of voice ever again. Not ever. You could do what you had been doing for so many years. Nothing was stopping you, not even that wiser-than-thou look he had given you when he realized how young you were.

You turned your back on him and walked, and when you heard him call out for you, you kept walking.

I can still do this.

Last Call

Nine/Rose. Noir AU. For @perfectlyrose, because she and I both needed this apparently. ~980 words.

Waitresses don’t often show up at his door with entreaties to help them find their missing mothers. 

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Nights like this, he doesn’t give much thought to anything but the speed at which the whiskey depletes. Usually, it is much faster than he would like, and usually, he wakes up the next morning with a splitting headache and an even more miserable disposition. Today is no exception, and the whiskey burns every time he swallows, but the heat of it keeps the darkest corners of his mind from intruding into his sleep, so he covets the burn.

It’s raining, as it has been, John thinks, since he can last remember. The city is mostly asleep; the only people still awake at this hour are no one you want to know, present company included. The wind lashes against the windows in his cramped office cum apartment and John sinks back further into his couch. No one but thieves and murderers out in weather like this, he thinks, and closes his eyes, just for a moment.

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The smell of leather

The smell of leather - Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler.

@timepetalsprompts​ (the distinct smell and feel of leather; Rose sleeping in Nine’s jacket) and @doctorroseprompts​ (Post-episode moment: Hurt/Comfort after “Father’s day”) prompts fulfilment.
► DW Verse, Teen and up.
► 1,573 words.

That had been a rough day and Rose was only looking for comfort when she walked into the console room that night. She had gone to bed earlier but had been unable to find any kind of sleep. The Doctor had told her that she was all forgiven for what she had done, but she couldn’t forgive herself for messing with Time and getting him killed. Somehow. Remembering the way he sacrificed himself to save everyone’s life still felt like being stabbed in the heart. And then, her father did the same. Sacrificing his life to fix Time. After getting to know him a little, she was losing him again. Right in front of her eyes. Double dagger in the heart. And it was killing her as surely as a real knife. She had been looking for some relief to come while she was suffocating in her own tears hiding under the blanket of her bed. But the pain never left.

She thought she would find the Doctor in the console room. He seemed to always be busy with fixing something under the console; but he wasn’t there. She couldn’t even hear the familiar buzzing of the screwdriver or the usual swears that came with a very pronounced Northern accent whenever the TARDIS was rebelling against her pilot. He wasn’t there right now but he had been around not so long ago. She could still smell the spicy and fresh scent he was always carrying around him. That wasn’t the scent she liked the most about him though. The scent she loved was the one she could smell when he was hugging her. When her face was pressed against the wool of his jumper, when her nose was nuzzled in the lapel of his battered leather jacket. His cool skin was giving off something very special, very alien and that scent mixed with the smell of the worn leather jacket was her favourite in the whole universe. She knew she was home when he was holding her.

That’s what she needed at the present moment. His arms around her, his scent filling her nostrils and bringing her the feeling of comfort she desperately craved tonight. But the man was nowhere to be seen. His jacket was laying on the pilot seat. Tossed aside like some smelly sock. Such a precious thing shouldn’t be treated that way. Rose walked to the seat and grabbed the jacket. She buried her face into it and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath of the scent. Fresh alien skin and worn leather. With the arms of the owner of that jacket around her, it would have been perfect. She slipped her own arms into the sleeves and wrapped herself into his jacket. It was heavier than she thought – maybe because of the bigger on the inside pockets – but it was also very warm. As if the Doctor had just left it there. As if the jacket had caught all the warmth of its owner.

Rose sat down on the pilot seat and curled up in the jacket that was too big for her. She lifted the collar and nuzzled it. Even though the Doctor wasn’t there, wearing his jacket reeked of his scent was like being in his arms in a way. That appeared to be enough to comfort her so she just stayed sat there, her small body all curled up in the big jacket, waiting for the man with piercing blue eyes to come back and get it.

When the Doctor indeed came back to the console room, he found the blonde girl sleeping uncomfortably on the pilot seat. She was tangled into his jacket and her face was still wearing stains of dried tears. He froze in surprise. He honestly hadn’t expected to see her there. After being so rude to her, he had thought she would just lock herself away in her room and stay there until she felt better. But obviously, she had come out looking for something and only found his jacket while he was taking a shower.

Now that the surprise of that sudden encounter had faded off, he relaxed. That wasn’t the first time he actually saw Rose sleeping, but that was the first time she showed a so obvious clue that she needed him around her when she was vulnerable. She looked so different in her sleep. Young. Fragile. Beautiful. She hadn’t let him see how badly hurt she really had been by his words and reactions, by the whole situation. But now, he could see it and that broke his hearts. He needed to get forgiven for being such a jerk. One little thing would be the first step.

He carefully picked her up and a light smile crossed his lips when she snuggled closer to his chest and breathed in his scent. She relaxed completely against him while he was walking to her bedroom. He slowly lay her down in bed and tried to take the jacket off but she pushed him away to keep it.

“Oi!” he exclaimed, stumbling backwards.

He regretted the onomatopoeia as soon as he said it out loud. He stopped in his tracks when Rose groaned. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him sleepily. He was standing there, half in the dim light given by the corridor, half hidden in the darkness of the room, not knowing what to say about his presence there.


“I…”, he started. “Sorry. I found you sleeping in the console room and I brought you back here but err… You refused to… Well, you didn’t want me to get my jacket back.”

He pointed to the jacket she was still tangled in. She looked down and his Time Lord enhanced sight let him see the tip of her ears go red. She tried to take the jacket off but she was only tangling herself in it even more. The Doctor caught her hand as it brushed over the worn leather. Every little wear on it was a reflection of every breach in his shell, but you had to be really attentive to feel or see them. And the Doctor had the feeling that Rose could see his vulnerability like he could see hers.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I…”

“You can keep it if you need it.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “It was a rough day and…”

“I should be the one apologising. I shouldn’t have taken you there.”

“I got to know my dad.”

“And it hurt you to see him die.”

“Not as much as seeing you die.”

She bit her tongue when she realised the words that had just stumbled out of her mouth. It was true though. Losing her father had been hard, but she had learnt to live without him over the years. She had never known him before today. But the Doctor? He was the best friend she could have ever dreamt of. He had given her the universe, given her an importance when she thought she was nothing more than a shop girl with no A-levels. And if she had to be honest, there maybe was more than just friendship between them. At least, on her side.

“I did it to protect you.”

She felt like those words were coming a long way. As if it was hard for him to admit such a thing. Knowing how he usually was about feelings, it was even a miracle that he was saying those words out loud. Rose blushed harder. She was thankful for the darkness. She just ignored that he could see in the dark and he kept the smile for himself so he wouldn’t betray that ability.

“I needed you,” admitted Rose. “I was feeling awful. Couldn’t breathe.”

“But you only found my jacket.”


“Looks great on you.”

“Bit too big and heavy though.”

The Doctor laughed and Rose’s heart fluttered to that so beautiful sound. She felt better now. The last bits of tension she was suffering from had left her with his laugh. Now, she felt completely exhausted. Maybe she could get some sleep.

“So you’re not angry at me?”

The Doctor had a small quiet laugh and sat down on the edge of the bed. He gently cupped her cheek with his cool big hand. She couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“I could never stay mad at you, Rose Tyler.”

His voice was so soft that it made her shiver. The Doctor assumed it was from his cold touch and pulled his hand away only to tighten the jacket around her small body. Then, he tucked her in bed and kissed her head tenderly.

“It’s time for the little human to sleep,” he joked.

He was about to go when she caught his hand to hold him back and asked him to stay with her. Her voice was so low, so sleepy that even his Time Lords senses almost missed it. But he heard it anyway. He hesitated, wondering if that was a good idea, but he couldn’t find any good reason to refuse so he lay down next to her. His hearts beat out a samba when she snuggled up close to him and by the time he decided to wrap an arm around her, she was already deeply asleep, leaving him totally vulnerable, totally uncovered to the thoughts about her he was always pushing away…

Any other Twelve/Rose shippers out there?

Oookay so I sort of lost track with Doctor Who ages ago in season 6 - I just could never get away with Moffatt’s story arcs - and I’ve only recently started watching Capaldi’s era. I’m midway through through S8 and aiming to get caught up before this series finishes.

First off, I completely adore Capaldi!Doctor. He’s my spirit animal. Second of all, as a diehard Rose Tyler/Doctor shipper I should’ve known the same would go for Twelve and Rose, especially after I had read “Tucker and Rose”.

Seriously, if you haven’t read that fic, here’s the link. You’re welcome.

Anyways, I’m on the lookout for some good Twelve/Rose fics, ideally long multi-chaptered fics. I’ve read a few oneshots but except for “T&R” and “Stuck with You”, both of which are more Rose/Malcolm Tucker stories. So if any kind fellow Twelve/Rose shipper could help me out?

Ta x