jack x nine

  • <p> <b>Doctor:</b> Okay so, thing is, I have feelings for Rose.<p/><b>Jack:</b> And?<p/><b>Doctor:</b> I thought you'd be a little more surprised.<p/><b>Jack:</b> Oh! Sorry.<p/><b>Jack:</b> *surprised voice* And?!<p/></p>
Frozen Love (Jack Frost x Reader) Part IX

Immediately throwing her arms around her long time lover, (Y/N) felt tears quickly flood her vision as she clung on the frost spirit. Jack feeling relieved she accepted him, wrapped his arms around her figure, a bright smile on his face.

After all those years spent apart and not knowing, the feeling of her being in his arms was perfect. He didn’t want to let go anytime soon. Judging by the way she was hugging him, she felt the same.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jack whispered soothingly into her ear, stroking her hair. “I’m here now. I’m not letting you disappear on me like that ever again, okay?”

“Okay…” was the muffled replied that came from his shoulder.

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Thoughts On Regeneration

I had some time to think about Doctor Who today. As I was crying over just how much Ten lost during his time, I started thinking of how the age and personality variations in the regeneration process work.

Nine became Ten out of wanting to keep Rose safe. Ten was made to be easy to love, especially for Rose. (if you don’t believe this, I invite you to rewatch seasons 2-4 again). But to also be ruthless if he needed to be. Ten became Eleven, a much younger, far more youthful man. I think that this is because after all the heartbreak and loss he went through, he needed a mind who could start fresh. A face and personality that could easily make friends. It’s the opposite when Eleven becomes Twelve. At this time, he knows that Gallifrey is still out there, so he needs a personality that is going to get shit done and take shit from no one. One who could work alone productively if needed.

My theory is that appearance and personality after regeneration is based on what The Doctor subconsciously needs. Any thoughts?

goingtothetardis  asked:

No wait, THIS ONE. Nine x Rose. A shrunken sweater

OK! You asked for it! Except I’m pretty sure this isn’t what you were expecting- it’s not what I was expecting either! Sorry? LOL. And so without further ado, I give you the following nonsense.

Also, I’m pretty sure this domesticity prompts list came from @doctorroseprompts.

                                  Honey, I Shrunk the Washing.

Rating: Teen (non-explicit reference to nudity)

Relationship: Nine x Rose 

Summary: The Doctor is not impressed when he finds one of his jumpers has shrunk in the wash.

Also on A03.

“Rose! What’ve I said about using the heat cycle for wool?” The Doctor held up the shrunken green jumper in outrage. “Now look at it!”

“I didn’t!” Rose frowned, puzzled. “I put it on cold, like I always do. I dunno what happened.”

The Doctor clutched the jumper to his chest moodily. “Well, it didn’t change itself. This is a forty-third century Ariston III and washing machines can’t do that until the eighty-second century.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Well I didn’t change it. I used the same settin’ we always use. Maybe it’s the washing machine that’s had it. Maybe, if you’d got that new one when I asked for it three weeks ago, this wouldn’t’ve happened and maybe you wouldn’t have a crop-top instead of a jumper.”

He scowled and said nothing, still clutching the offending item to his chest.

She sighed. “Fine, you know what? You don’t believe me, you can watch me put the next batch in right now.” She marched out and came back moments later clutching a pile of clothes. Tossing them into the washing machine, she carefully measured the right amounts of soap and thirty-second century fabric softener and poured them into the drawer. That done, she carefully and exaggeratedly set the controls to cool wash and gestured to the Doctor to check.

He did so grudgingly, peering at the machine and grunting in agreement.

“Right, so you’re happy with that? She raised her eyebrows in defiance at his superior smirk. “Good, then you can turn it on and that way you’ll know for sure it was set to cool.”

He rolled his eyes and jabbed the button.

“Right,” Rose said, heading for the door. “Now you know whatever happens, ’s not my fault. Oh, and Doctor? You’re doing the washin’ for the next two weeks.”

“What for, then?” he asked indignantly.

“Because I just did two weeks’ worth in a row,” she called back down the corridor, stifling a grin.

“Bloody domestics,” she heard the Doctor grumble behind her.

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Hands Off the Jacket

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Nine x Rose

Summary: Jack tries on something he shouldn’t. And the TARDIS has a plan.

Notes: Hello lovelies! This silly bit of nothing was written for the  @timepetalsprompts​ drabble prompt ‘the distinct look and feel of leather’, in honour of Nine month! <3 Love Nine! It’s quite silly and has absolutely no plot. I hope you enjoy it anyway (or at least don’t hate it!).

Also on A03 and Teaspoon.

Jack turned to peer at the mirror. “Do you think this makes my butt look big?”

Rose exhaled. “I think you’d better take it off before he finds out and kicks your arse.”

“You don’t think he’d….” The former Time Agent looked partly intrigued.

She rolled her eyes. “No, you arse, but you know how attached he is to that jacket. You’d better take it off before he sees you wearing it.”

Jack pouted. “You’ve worn it, once or twice.”

Actually, she’d worn it a lot more than that, but she wasn’t telling Jack. What happened in the privacy of her and the Doctor’s bedroom was none of his business. “I’m his wife, Jack. He doesn’t mind me borrowin’ the jacket on the odd occasion. But you might want to take it off if you don’t want to have your eighties music collection confiscated. Again.’

His shuddered. “There is just no call for that kind of treatment.” He inhaled deeply. “There really is nothing like the the distinct smell and feel of leather, though.” Seeing her expression, he sighed. “Alright, alright. I’ll take it off- just as soon as you tell me whether it makes my butt look big.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t ask my wife to ogle your slimy  arse, thanks ever so. And don’t touch the jacket!”

Jack paled and whipped around to face the blue-eyed Time Lord who’d seemingly appeared out of no where and stood behind him, arms crossed.

“Doc! Er, I was just…just…”

“Just meddlin’,” the Doctor broke in, eyebrows raised. “Seem to remember telling you to keep your paws me off me jacket, Harkness.”

“Oh, come on, Doc,” the other man whined, to Rose’s amusement. “I just tried it on for a few minutes. Can’t you last without it for a little while?”

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “How long can you live without Bon Jovi?”

Moments later, Jack had flung the jacket to the floor and was pelting towards the media room to make sure that his collection of eighties pop was still in its place.

Rose giggled as her husband picked up the jacket. “You’re mean, you are.”

“Oi, I was clear about it from the beginnin’. There’s only one person I trust with me jacket.” His eyes burned. “Feel like tryin’ it on again?”

Seconds later it was Rose who was pelting down the corridor towards their bedroom, with a leather jacket in one hand and a chuckling Time Lord clutching the other.

They didn’t reappear until dinner time.


Jack ate in media room with Bad Medicine blasting, and the TARDIS took advantage of his distraction to hide his Phil Collins collection, which had been her objective in leaving the jacket lying around all along.

She hummed smugly as the CDs accidentally fell into a vat of sulphuric acid and melted into nothing.

Mission accomplished.