patrick stump is real but you can only see him at 3 am behind a studio under a quarter moon, when the light hits the window just right and you see him smile. he looks at his phone, and for a moment, you become hopeful again. you wonder if maybe he’ll tweet, but he just opens candy crush again. he plays in silence for a few minutes until he suddenly stops, gets up, and vanishes.
you dial pete wentz. “he’s alive,” you tell him, igniting a grin in the emo’s face. “he’s alive.”
This hell of a work day was finally over. Out of old habit, the Doctor ran his hand through his hair and examined it in the mirrored wall of the lift. It was growing long. No longer sticking up like Rose liked it. And (if he was vain enough to admit it, which he was) he liked it shorter himself. It was only honesty to acknowledge the fact that he had really great hair. Really great hair that had become more floppy than sticky-uppy. He’d have to look into finding a barber here in this universe. Or, of course, there was always the option of letting Jackie cut it. He made a face as the thought crossed his mind.
“Alright, mate?” George from finance asked. The Doctor startled; he hadn’t even noticed the lift doors open, much less George standing beside him as they rode down to the ground floor.
“I’m fine!” the Doctor responded a bit too quick. George raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. The Doctor caught his own reflection in the mirror-wall again. He had missed the bags under his eyes while examining his hair. But he saw them now. He barely held in a sigh. This human life was wearing on him.
At the moment, he was swimming in a pool of remorse, wounded pride, and worry. All of it involving his favorite human, of course.
Tentoo has other ideas about how to spend their morning.
This is NOT a Photoshop filter, every stroke is painted by me.
He gave a rumbly little growl as he came up behind her, hands finding her waist, he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck and shoulder. “Come back to bed,” he all but purred.
Rose grinned, carefully adjusting her hold on the mug she was holding so he wouldn’t make her drop it. “Doctor, I’m trying to look at the weather report,” she said, her eyes on the tablet in front of her. “And I made coffee.”
He growled again, this one more aggressive, as he fitted himself more firmly against her, trapping her between him and the counter. Her breath caught as he rutted his morning erection along the cleft of her arse. His hands slid down, his fingers finding the hem of the long t-shirt she’d worn to bed last night, beginning to pull it upward, inch by inch.
“Sod the coffee,” he said, his voice low and raspy from sleep. “You want to know the weather? We’ll do it facing the window.”
Summary: Rose and Tentoo are delighted to introduce their toddling daughter to snow for the first time. She is… less thrilled.
Notes: For @timepetalsprompts winter fic bingo: white, hot cocoa, blanket, snow angel, and ice. Who knows, maybe more. lol Halfway done with this bingo card!
Piper’s tiny mitten touched her lip in uncertainty, attempting to suck her thumb but quickly spitting out the fuzz that clung to her mouth instead. Clearly, she was expected to leave the doorway to the back garden, but this white stuff was COLD. And her mum had bundled her up in a big fluffy coat, a pink hat her gran had knitted, and clunky boots, making the relatively new act of navigating the world on her own two feet even more difficult. The little girl scowled up at her mum, who grinned and shut the door behind them. So much for escaping back into the house, then.
“C’mon, love,” her daddy beckoned. He knelt down in the snow and held out his arms. When it was clear his daughter was still afraid, he patted the snow beside him. “See? It’s not going to hurt you. Snow is fun! And, yes, admittedly, it is quite cold. But that just makes it more cozy to warm up later.”
Rose bent down next to her little girl. “Tell you what, if you try it, we can have hot cocoa later. Would you like that?”
Piper nodded and smiled, but still held tight to her mummy’s hand.
Rose stood and led her down the steps of the brick stoop. The Doctor waited, holding his breath as a tiny boot took a bold step out onto the white ground. Just then, the toddler slipped a bit on the ice, but Rose caught her easily and set her solidly on the snow-covered grass. They watched her for a moment, hoping this little patch of ice wasn’t the end of their afternoon of rare winter magic. Piper locked eyes with her mother again, trying to figure out whether or not to cry.
At Rose’s reassuring nod that all was well, Piper took stock of the situation. She wasn’t too far from Daddy, and Mummy was still holding her hand. The white cold stuff really was very pretty, and the two people she loved most in the world seemed very eager for her to enjoy this strange experience. She bent down to touch the snow. Perhaps she should lick it.