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lasssoh · 16 days
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please can someone write a fic where ten continues his time lord victorious bullshit at the end of waters of mars and immediately, while thinking he’s a god, goes and breaks down the walls of the multiverse and steals rose from tentoo and makes her his queen while he takes over the universe
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quite-right-too · 7 months
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Y’all ever just read a line/paragraph that give you goosebumps? Because
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Excerpt from Syngenesis by neonheartbeat
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gingersinabluebox · 7 months
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I'm searching for a TenRose fic I've read years ago. I can’t quite remember if I read here on Tumblr, on Teaspoon, LiveJournal or somewhere else.
It’s M-Rated, long and completed. Canon-verse. HEA.
I’m fairly sure it begins with Rose and her daughter (who’s around 5 or 6 years old) on a shopping trip to buy new clothes/shoes for the latter, and the girl ends up bewitched by a pair of Chucks, which Rose doesn’t take well to.
Rose holds a lot of resentment towards the Doctor for panicking and leaving her behind (for her protection, but still) when he found out that she was pregnant with their child.
Their daughter plays a matchmaker role. She is desperate to get her parents back together. But Rose is deeply hurt, and she doesn’t trust the Doctor anymore. He’s got to work hard to regain her trust and obtain her forgiveness.
I may be mistaken, but I recall their daughter’s name being Kyra or Lyra. Or something similar.
I’ve been looking and looking and can’t find it anywhere. It’s an oldie one, that I’m sure. Any guesses would be greatly appreciated! ❤️
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lenawin4 · 4 days
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Happy Birthday Rose Tyler!, DoctorRose Bingo, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship Summary:
It was the closest he came to kissing her that day.
Resistance grew difficult exponentially, by the second. Only the thought of deathbeds reined him in.
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for @doctorrosebingo, “mistaken as a couple” prompt & for @whywhatswrongwithblue rose tyler mini fest (happy birthday rose tyler!)
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fleurdazed · 1 year
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tenrose AU in which somehow both ten and rose end up with memory loss and then their friends take it as an opportunity to convince them that they're already dating/married.
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bailarinadesalto · 1 year
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seems like i ran out of the trendy angst-y tenrose fanfics to read on ao3. but i’m craving for more. i wanna devour all of it bc they’re just scrumptious. so… if you got any underrated/non-popular angst-ridden tenrose fanfics that you'd like to share, please send them my way.
p.s: angst with happy ending fics exclusively. my babies must be contentedly together in the end.
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metacrisisdoctor · 10 months
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TENTOOROSE APPRECIATION MONTH 2023
“A man is the sum of his memories, you know. A Time Lord even more so.”
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sincosma · 9 months
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I know this connection has already been talked about in excess, but as someone that was deep in the doctor who fandom in the early 2010s, I think this recent and violent obsession with good omens is really just revealing i have an uncontrollable desire for tragic love stories that involve David Tennant and a lovable blonde.
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quite-right-too · 7 months
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Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant Us Peace) - Chapter One
Summary: After preparing for the arrival of her new housemates, the last thing Rose expected was for one of them to be the man whose flat she had snuck out of the night before.
Thank you to @demdifferentstories-29 for being a seriously amazing beta and helping me, the research proposal writer, get back into writing fanfics. If you haven't checked out her fics yet, please do. They're some of my favorites!
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Naked.
That was the first thing Rose Tyler noticed when she woke up. 
The bed she was in was not her own, and she was naked. 
Blearily sitting up, she noticed it wasn’t much of a bed, really — it was a mattress on the floor. 
She really had shagged a guy who slept on a mattress on the floor. 
At least it had a sheet on it, she mused pathetically. As Rose looked around, however, she noticed the cardboard boxes littering the room. All of the walls were bare, save for the blinds over the single window letting in the sliver of soft morning light that was illuminating the room. The hardwood floors and white walls were a stark contrast to what she would have expected from someone with so many bloody boxes. The bareness was disorienting. 
He must have just moved into his flat, then. But it didn’t matter, though. 
She looked over to her right and there was a bloke, seemingly also naked, fast asleep next to her. Brown, messy hair donned his head, his expression peaceful. Rose could barely make out the constellations of freckles on his face. Based on his upper body, he was definitely fit – the light smattering of hair on his chest and sleek musculature easily got her attention. His light snores cut through that awkward silence of waking up in a random man’s bed.
She remembered the strobe lights giving her glimpses of the crowd in the otherwise darkened bar, the bass drowning out all other sounds besides her heartbeat in her ears. Dancing in the crowd. Laughing while she walked up to the bar and procured another cocktail — of which the name of she wasn’t sure. Getting several drinks in and seeing this absolutely gorgeous man. This man who had been looking at her with such confidence and desire. Eyes impossibly dark, looking at her like there was nobody else in the room. Dancing with him as his hands roamed, becoming more comfortable with each other. Drunken kisses turning into fumbling into his flat. 
Which turned into some pretty amazing sex. There was something about him, some kind of pull drawing her closer, though she couldn’t be sure of what. Maybe it was just the alcohol that had coursed through her body the night before.
Quietly standing up, she made her way around the room to silently collect her clothes and put them on one by one. Her pair of knickers, however, were nowhere to be found. She barely was able to keep her balance while trying to get her jeans on. Her mobile was still in her pocket. ‘6 missed calls from Jack’ the phone screen showed. Checking the time, her stomach flipped. 
4:53 AM. It was 4:53 in the morning and she had spent most of the night at this stranger’s flat.
Rose rushed to yank on her trainers, frantically checking for her bag and making sure all her belongings were still in it. After a moment of panic, she quietly and slowly opened the door to his bedroom, wincing as it creaked. The man, however, did not stir from his slumber. As she gently closed the door, save for a crack, she surveyed the layout of his flat. It wasn’t very large, probably about the size of the one she had shared with her mum. More bare walls and nearly a dozen cardboard boxes were in what was supposed to be the living room. The floors were quiet as she carefully walked through the hallway, eventually reaching the front door. It was quieter than the first, allowing a seamless transition from the dark flat to the outside world.
It was 5 AM at this point, the city coming back to life. It didn’t take long for a Lyft to arrive. As she sat in the back of the white sedan, Rose was thankful for the silent driver who had quiet, peaceful music playing. The sun had already begun to rise once they made their way out of the main city. The twenty minute ride felt like an eternity and Rose was thankful when the driver finally pulled up to the front of her house. The lights were still off, indicating there was nobody awake.
Her house was more posh than anywhere Rose had ever lived before. She grew up on the estates and could have never imagined living in a house, especially one where she had a large enough bedroom and her own en suite to feel like an actual adult. There was a garden, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a full kitchen, a properly sized living room, a formal dining room, and even a small library. It was stunning and definitely out of her wildest dreams — there was no way she would be able to afford living in a house like this if she was on her own.
Her flatmate, Jack, had recently inherited it from his grandfather. They had met during a drenching storm, in which he offered to give her a lift back to the flat she had shared with her mate Shareen. After keeping his number, she confided in him regarding her numerous failed attempts to find a new flat after some particularly nasty fights concerning her shared living situation. As one would have it, Jack was also looking for a new place to live and suggested that they share a flat, strictly as friends. It was just as platonic as he said, and their relationship blossomed from there. They were practically family, even having the typical rows you would see in sibling pairs. Once Jack’s grandfather had passed and he had gotten the deed to the house, Jack practically begged for her to live with him in it. She accepted enthusiastically.
However, it was definitely an adjustment. Rose had never lived in a house quite this large before, having two whole stories in it. They had only been there for two months even though it seemed like less after spending most of it decorating, acquiring furniture, and painting the walls to make it seem less like an old man lived there. Her room actually felt comfortable and grown up opposed to her vibrantly pink room at her mum’s. The walls were a soft light grey which gave the impression of a room much larger than it actually was. The soft pink duvet on her bed provided a nice pop of colour to the whole thing while the frame and sheets accentuated it with a simple white. Artwork lined the walls, all holding the same signature in the bottom right corner. Her signature.
Wearily unlocking the door, she let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding since she woke up. She was now home, where she could lay in her own bed alone. Rose still had to get used to manoeuvring in the dark, narrowly avoiding bumping into various pieces of furniture that had recently been rearranged. The walk of shame up the stairs would have been far more embarrassing had Jack been actually awake. But thankfully, she still had about three hours before his alarm was meant to go off.
She quickly made her way up the stairs, her room at the end of the hall feeling more and more enticing. The door closed silently, finally giving Rose the chance to strip her clothes off. Rose admired the skimpy, strapless pink top she had worn. 
‘Was this what made this man approach me?’ she wondered. 
She so desperately wanted to feel the hot water cleansing her skin from the dirty one-off shag she had. Never had Rose been so thankful that Jack gave her the master bedroom — not worrying about anyone needing to use her bathroom was a nice, peaceful feeling. 
As she turned the water on, multiple thoughts began to plague Rose’s mind. 
Did they use a condom? 
Was he clean? 
Was this whole thing a huge mistake? 
The mirror steaming up pulled her out of her spiral. Mentally, she made a note to go get tested as soon as possible.
The scalding water on her skin was much needed. She felt the night washing off, the bath sponge scrubbing away his tender touches and dirty words; the feelings of hot, sweaty sex full of lust. She remembered more and more while she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair — the fire in his eyes, the way his teeth felt on her neck. Her fingers gripping his hair as he— 
Oh.
Rose’s breath hitched as her full memory of that night flashed through her mind at lightspeed, and she realised that it was the best shag of her life. She stood dumbfounded under the spray for a minute as she desperately tried to recall his name. Not once did they exchange names during the entire night. 
She quickly finished her shower, turning off the water and stepping out with a towel wrapped around her. 
It was a one-off, she reminded herself, albeit a little disappointed at the thought. You’re never going to see him again. 
She threw her pyjamas on and crawled into bed. The fatigue from the night before had begun to set in. Her body felt so heavy and her head throbbed lightly — the result of a mixture of alcohol and exhaustion. She hadn’t even realised she had fallen asleep until the familiar pounding on the door pulled her out of her – quite unrestful – sleep.
“Wake up, Rosie!” Jack called through the door. “I need your help prepping the house for the guests!” 
Oh — that was today.
It was bloody Saturday. Of course it was Saturday — the day Jack’s friends were supposed to be coming to move in. The house was just a little bit too big for the two of them, so Jack had invited some of his old travel friends to come live with them. After a lot of ‘Come on, Rosie, you’ll love them’ and ‘It’ll be nice to have some extra hands around here’, Rose eventually caved and told him that maybe she wouldn’t mind the extra company. Her only worry is that she knew almost nothing about them. She knew their names were James and Donna, they were siblings, and that they live in central London. Well, they lived in central London.
“Well, I thought you would never wake up,” Jack laughed as she sluggishly drifted into the kitchen. The distinct smell of coffee emanated through the room as Rose finally began actually waking up, taking a seat at the table. As he turned his head to look at her, she could see the smirk on his face. “Have too good of a time last night?” God, sometimes she wanted to punch him in his stupid American face. Even when he sat a cuppa down right in front of her with a splash of milk, just how she liked it.
“Maybe I did,” she sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.” He waggled his eyebrows, grinning at her as he chuckled lightly. “You’ve shown up plenty of times after a quick shag in the middle of the night.” Rose picked up the cup, sipping her tea as she eyed him.
Rolling his eyes, Jack grabbed his own coffee mug and sat down at the table with her. “Yeah, but Rose Tyler doesn’t do one night stands.” He was right and she knew it. It was very out of character for her to just have a meaningless fuck and sneak back into the house like she was a teenager. Changing the subject, he continued. “Are you ready to help with the move-in?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rose groaned. It was going to be a long morning.
She had been counting down the minutes as they felt like hours, exhaustion creeping in. The day felt like it was never going to end. The doorbell rang as Rose finished up with tidying up the bathroom upstairs, not including her own. The door opened and she could faintly hear Jack greeting his friends, encouraging them to come inside. She began making her way down the hallway and to the staircase, all with the intention of warmly welcoming her new housemates.
“I’m so glad this worked out,” Jack laughed. “I’ve missed you guys.” He saw Rose coming down the staircase out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, Rosie! Come here! These are our esteemed guests,” he enunciated, giving a little wink. Her footsteps quickened as she descended. Rose looked up from her hands and wiped them off on her pants as she approached them.
“Hi, I’m Donna.” The ginger woman in front of her turned to Rose, greeting her after giving Jack a quick hug. “Thank you for letting my brother and I stay with you. It’s nice to finally be out of the city for once.” Her smile was warm and she had this aura of kindness around her. Rose was happy that Jack’s friends at least seemed normal.
“I’m Rose. It’s so nice to finally meet you!”
As she turned to greet the man in front of her, she froze. That messy brown hair and constellation of freckles that Rose had tried to trace in the dim light of the morning. His eyes were this deep brown, and the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose framed his face gorgeously. Her stomach flipped as their eyes met. It was like a string had been pulled so taut between them that it would snap at any moment. 
It was him — the bloke whose flat she snuck out of after the best sex of her life. And here he was, standing in front of her, a matching look of shock adorned his features as he had the same realisation. And she didn’t even know his name.
“Hi, uh—” he stammered, stiffly offering her an outstretched hand. “I’m James. James Noble. It’s, er, nice to meet you.” He swallowed thickly, waiting for a response. Rose blinked the flabbergasted look off her face, taking a deep breath and accepting his hand to awkwardly shake it.
“Likewise.” What did she just get herself into?
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moonlightswu · 7 months
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I adore TenRose fanfics, but why is it that most of them are one-shots or short-fics???? There are so much to explore within their dynamic/relationship and I feel like the fandom sleeps on it. I wish there was more lenghty—E-Rated, slowest of the burns, angsty as all hell, with lots of miscommunication and pining type of TenRose novels.
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lenawin4 · 1 month
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Metacrisis Tenth Doctor & Mia (Doctor Who: Empire of the Wolf), Tenth Doctor & Mia (Doctor Who: Empire of the Wolf) Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Metacrisis Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Rose Tyler, Mia (Doctor Who: Empire of the Wolf) Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Non-Linear Narrative, Father-Daughter Relationship Summary:
The Doctor and Mia Tyler: a story of quantum entanglement across time and space.
Inspired by Arrival by Denis Villeneuve and "Story of Your Life" by Ted Chiang.
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for @doctorrosebingo free space
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thirdeyeblue · 12 days
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The Doctor and Rose decide to sleep in after a busy evening of firsts…
As inspired by my dear, dear friend @badxwolfxrising and their fic, True North 💙 (I hope this will make up for how long it’s taking me to finish your proper present!)
⇩ Uncensored version ⇩
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camellcat · 7 months
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hello timepetals people!! I was curious if doctor who has, like, The definitive "if you like timepetals you are practically obligated to read" tenrose/ninerose/whichever doctor timepetals fic(s)
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tenrosedyke · 5 months
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i've always been weird about fictional couples being weird about fictional couples is my passion. but nothing and I mean nothing ever compares to the doctor and rose tyler. and I know that's not surprising because of my url but like holy fuck. they make me insane. 'im burning up a sun just to say goodbye' are you actually yanking my chain rn. say sike
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whywhatswrongwithblue · 10 months
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In honour of @tentoorosemonth2023, here's fifteen brilliant and recent tentoo x rose fics i haven't recc'd before! please make sure to leave kudos and comment on these!!
all of these are tentoo x rose endgame.
*=multichapter, E=explicit
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the stars collide as the planets turn by hippiebanana132
Author's summary: Her eyes flicker open again, clear just for a moment below the matted red streaks in her golden hair. One hand still clutched in his, she raises her other arm with great effort to reach shakily towards the lapel of his brown jacket, dangerously close to his right heart. He gathers her hand up just as her fingertips brush his shirt, brings it up to his lips, tells himself the contact is for her.
My remarks: A superb slice of life fic in which we see the otp through the eyes of ten. So, so wonderful and emotional ❤️
Warnings: Mentions of a car accident; nothing graphic.
2. and now you are and i am now by @lordy-lou
Author's summary: He doesn’t find a single atom of regret in the ashes of his strictures.
My remarks: A short and sweet introspective piece on the immediate aftermath of the beach scene.
3. Hunger by @metacrisisdoctor (E)
Author's summary: His hands are out his pockets milliseconds later. He walks over to her in three large steps and cups her face in her hands and pulls her mouth to his. It's a hard, bruising kiss. It's a kiss he's held in far too long. It's the kiss of a man who stood at the grave of the woman he loves, and has been gifted with her resurrection.
My remarks: An incredibly in character exploration of how the OTP's first time could've gone down. A shot of serotonin. They ended up together!!!
4. Washed Up Together by @thirdeyeblue *(E)
Author's summary: Not long after being left on Bad Wolf Bay, the Doctor and Rose quietly contemplate why their relationship has yet to progress.
My remarks: An endearing and filled to the brim with good ol' pining take on early days of tentoo x rose; includes a drunk!Doctor and a bar fight 👀
5. The Existence of Pears by @bravehandsomehero
Author's summary: The Doctor is forced to face his greatest enemy in the name of love: Pears. Metacrisis Doctor/Rose.
My remarks: An incredibly fluffy slice of life drabble featuring expectant parents tentoo and rose ❤️
6. hush now to sleep, on the wings of a butterfly by @nostradamus0
Author's summary: Mia pretends to fall asleep in the car so she'll be carried inside.
My remarks: The absolute CUTEST kid fic you will read featuring the Tyler family today. Contains like, illegal levels of soft.
7. in human condition by @queenofthecon* (E)
Author's summary: Rose gives the Doctor nothing short of a miracle; and then the universe threatens to taken them both away from him for good.
My remarks: Compelling character study of the Doctor and how vulnerable being human makes him!
Warnings: Whump, blood and injury, pregnancy
8. Bad Wolf Rising by @wyntereyez *
Author's summary: Werewolves thrive in Pete’s World, and they’re determined to bring about the Empire of the Wolf.
My remarks: This fic is, tragically, incomplete as of now, but it's probably one of the most engaging chapter 1's i've EVER read, and i am DYING to know what the author had in store!! Featuring an extremely in character Pete's world ensemble and a very House MD-ish Doctor who's been permanently injured, and werewolves, this fic is definitely worth a click!
9. shackles by @gingerteaonthetardis
Author's summary: She should've known. Like, she really should have known. Maybe it was just that she'd gotten sort of complacent, sort of used to the comfortable domesticity of their new life. Maybe she was just a fool. But he made it so easy to forget. When he folded her socks and handed her plates of banana pancakes and grumbled at the remote control, how could she not? How could she be expected to remember? That the Doctor was, at his core, incredibly reckless and fundamentally stupid.
My remarks: An incredible and humourous take on the 'handcuffed together' trope!
10. Together by @uthers-bald-head
Author's summary: Christmas dinner in the Tyler household is hectic but joyful nonetheless. Rose finds her mind wandering to the Doctor, but not the one that sits beside her.
My remarks: Short and sweet, with a perfect hint of angst concerning the time-lord Doctor.
11. moonlit kitchen floors by @zmbiicrsh
Author's summary: "You were easily convinced, you just couldn't resist me." Rose jabbed at him with a teasing voice. Though she never really knew when he fell in love with her and neither did he. It sort of just happened. So it really wasn't a surprise when he said sincerely, "No, I really couldn't."
My remarks: Captures an incredibly tender moment of dancing in the kitchen for these two ❤️
12. Street corner at two in the morning by @messierfourtytwo
Author's summary: A day in the life of Rose and TenToo. There’s something that Rose isn’t telling the Doctor…
My remarks: SO FLUFFY. Makes you want to melt.
13. spaces in between by @naaer
Author's summary: The fate of Pete's World is at stake, but the Doctor and Rose still find time to take a minute
My remarks: Tender drabble set in a dystopian!Pete's world. Beggginngggg for an extension.
14. Opposition of the Stars by @abadplanwellexecuted (E)
Author's summary: Post-Journey's End, first night in a hotel in Norway fic. Rose and the Metacrisis Doctor end up sharing a hotel room, and walls come tumbling down.
My remarks: When i tell you my SOUL left my body upon seeing this notification!! Written as it is by one of the all time greats, of course this fic is incredible!
15. Stargazing by @elialys
Author's summary: He's not cradling her bump tonight, nor has he pressed his lips to her tense skin to murmur words she cannot hear, only feel. He’s using one finger on her, the tip of it gently tracing patterns on the curve of her stomach. At first, she wonders if he’s spelling letters, trying out the few names they’re considering for her, but Rose quickly dismisses the idea, not recognizing any letter—nothing English. What he’s drawing isn’t random, though. There is intent in the way his fingertip slowly moves upon her.
My remarks: Intimate and tender and brilliant. Forever manifesting your return to Doctor Who😭😭😭
And that's it for this list!! I missed out on quite a few, so i'll probably make another list next week. Show these stories all the love!!
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bronzeagepizzeria · 1 month
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A Life Out of Balance, for the @doctorrosebingo prompt “coda”.
Coda (co.da); noun, the concluding passage of a piece or movement.
When the TARDIS needs time to recuperate before making the flight back home, Rose decides to take a stroll around parallel London.
It’d begun pouring about an hour into her impromptu decision to take a walk around the city. 
The rain fell relentlessly, painting the deserted streets of Canary Wharf with shimmering reflections of tall, empty buildings. Rose hurried down the sidewalk, no real destination in sight, feet splashing slightly against the pavement. Her breath misted in the chilly air, strands of hair clinging to her face in wet tendrils. She wasn’t exactly surprised it was raining now, on top of everything else. The day’d obviously had something out for her since the beginning, with her 'mum' and Pete, and Mickey and—
“Shit,” Rose said, wrapping her arms around herself as a deafening boom of thunder tore through the sky. A sheet of rain whipped through the streets, drenching her already soaked waitress clothes. 
She could go back, of course—wait with him—(a thought that tempted her with every shudder that went down her spine as her thin blouse stuck to her skin like a sheet of ice). Except the Doctor had looked properly baffled when she’d told him she’d rather wait alone and that, at least, had broken through the wall of numb enveloping her, a sharp streak of vindictiveness. 
So he did care, did he? 
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