#I feel like having Rose and the rest of the Tyler’s and life on the slow path would let him grieve and cope and stuff

[sophies-junkyard]

Tentoo will never know that Donna remembered him. Ok that’s all :)

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

May I say just Tyler pulling you close to him while you’re staying safe from a tornado hmmm

A lil protective moment with him is all I want 🫠🫠. Ask and you shall receive, my dear.

Pairing; Tyler Owen’s x reader

Word count; 1.2k (I got carried away just a little)

cw; tornadoes, rodeos, idk what else? FLUFFF AND a sprinkle of angst.

“Is this how they do it in Texas too?”

You looked up at the man beside you, his green eyes stilled on you. You were focusing on the rodeo he’d brought you to, men out on horses and bulls, taming the wild animals, riding their fears.

You looked back Tyler, he was still focused on you and not on the game. Heat rose to your cheeks, turning them into a red mess as you rubbed your hands nervously on the fat of your thighs. It was too hot to wear anything but jean shorts and a tank.

“Pretty much, not different from how they originally used to do back in the early days actually. But Texans have their pride.” You didn’t really have the accent to be taken as someone from Houston, but the badges- fabric patches with Velcro- you wore on your jeans at all times were evident enough of how proud you were to be from Texas.

The man chuckled, his eyes getting just a little smaller as crinkles formed around them, his cheeks lifting forming into a beautiful smile on his lips.

“Well ain’t that the right way to do it”

You both laughed, turning back to the rodeo. You tried to get a little bit comfortable in your seat, adjusting yourself before deciding to just sit a little bit straighter. Your hands reach for the arm rests, expecting the cold metal to make contact, but it never happens, instead your met with a warm, calloused palm of Tyler’s. He’s a little surprised at first, you both are, he slowly gathers the courage and weaves his hand through yours, helping you adjust.

You keep a hold of his hand, looking at him wide eyed and he’d say you look like a deer caught in headlights but that won’t do the justice to how beautiful your eyes look right now. The way sweat glistened on your body, your lips parted and slightly heavy breath of yours that fans his face. You’re mere inches away but it feels too far to him. He needs to feel you, feel those lips on his, caress your soft skin under his rough hands an-

A loud siren buzzes through the arena snapping the two of you out of it. A tornado siren. You felt the continuous buzz of the alert through your jeans, looking back at Tyler with the same look in your eyes.

We gotta get out of here.

And so, in a very calm yet hasty manner, you and Tyler take off. Calmly brushing past the crowd and scared civilians to get to his truck. It might not be enough to stay in there but you may have enough time to get somewhere safe.

Think think think, where is safe? And suddenly it hits you.

Your hands are still attached, his hand squeezing yours a little too tight when he feels like you might get swallowed by the rushing crowd.

“I got it!”

You finally get to his truck, quickly getting in and driving.

Tyler is scared, but the way a smile forms at your lips, he almost forgets you’re in the middle of fucking life and death.

“You got somewhere close?”

You nod, giving him the directions as he hits the gas on full. It’s an old bunker you found literally yesterday when you came out to explore the town. Trying to figure out places that could be safe for the people to evacuate to. It is small, enough to fit around two or three people and you hope it’s not jammed up for the two of you to seek shelter.

The tornado is not far behind. Gaining speed and strength as it chases the two of you. You’re not ready, this was not in the plan and you’re certain that today is not the day you’ll die. Not when you’ve just stared to get to know him.

Tyler strategically positions his car, activating the drills as the two of you exit, running towards the patch of metal in the middle of the farm field.

He gets to it first, letting go of your hand mid sprint to open it up for you. Letting you climb down before getting in, the metal trap door a little too heavy with the winds and rain for him to completely shut it. So he leaves it open, letting the cold rain pour down into the bullet as he reaches for you.

You’re holding onto the pipelines, not having it in you to move further because of the wind. You feel his hand on your waist, holding onto you for dear life as your grip on the pipes tightens. One hand holding onto you and the other onto the pipe right above you, Tyler grounds himself on the floor. His feet turned soon as he tried not to move. Your hand comes up to where his rests on your waist, clutching it tighter before he pulls you even closer, chest to back.

You can feel his heart pounding, like your own, against your back. You’re both heaving. Your heavy breathes turning into calmer ones as your eyes closed, trying to breathe in his scent, feeling the way his arm feels around you. Thinking about anything but the giant tornado above your head. The smell of him engulfs you and you find yourself thinking and wanting to feel is him, him, him, him.

It’s enough. The sheer skin to skin contact, the smell of your hair right under his nose, the feel of his hot breath on your neck. It sends shivers down both of your spines and in no time the sky clears and the wind and rain passes over. The tornado moved or completely died, you’re not sure.

But you’re sure about the man that is still latched to you. Holding onto for dear life. The way he’s nuzzling his nose into your hair, his lips brushing against your scalp and leaving tiny kisses you can barely make out.

“It’s gone” your voice is nothing but a whisper. You turn in his arms, his hand still attached to your waist as you look up at him through wet lashes.

He has this wild look in his eyes, concern, fear, and love all moulded into one. You feel them dart to your lips, and back to your eyes before his other hand comes up to brush some hair from your face.

“Thank you for that” he whispers, “if you hadn’t known about this place, I’d probably be dead”

You give him a smile, squeezing his arm before snaking your way out of his grasp.he reluctantly lets go of you, wanting to keep contact with your soft skin and that close proximity that kept you warm. But he lets you go, you’re shaken, just a little bit. This wasn’t your first tornado, but god it felt like you both were about to die there.

He helps you get back up, climbing up the ladder just behind you.

The walk back to the truck is quiet, you’re only half an arm length away from him but it feels too far.

He opened the door to the passenger seat, letting you in before getting into the drivers seat himself. Letting out a long breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in before deciding to break the silence.

“So, you know anymore rodeos that end like that?”

A/n; The ending feels rushed, idk? I hope you liked it!! Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated, lovies🫶🏻🫶🏻.

[blackdollette]

Hii Soo I'm not used to sending requests so I'm sorry if this is gonna be a little difficult or confusing. Have you heard that TikTok sound about how "she wanted five guys and I'm not talking about burgers" I was wondering if you could write something like that with 5 characters that Rory plays I don't mind who if you do decide to write it but I'm so sorry this message is so long

ohhh anon you're creative!

"you want more." | clyde, euronymous, jack, kappa, tyler

art deco. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @angelsanarchy @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25@si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@livingdead-reilly @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x clyde + r!euro + jack + kappa + tyler

word count: 1.6k

contents: gangbang, unprotected p in v, anal, a little degradation, a little praise, blowjob, public sex, overstimulation, facial, creampies, a little aftercare

like a doll on display in the window of a toy store, you felt 5 pairs of predatory eyes lying on your almost bare figure as you sat on a scrawny little bed in a private room of your favourite nightclub. what a strange set of men. the thought ran through your mind as you stared up at them, studying the group. 

there was a drunk-eyed stoner dressed in baggy clothes that held a muscular figure, a dark-haired metalhead wearing a cropped shirt that showed off a toned torso, a normal-looking man who appeared more off-putting the longer you looked at him, a greasy hippie who was already greedily palming himself, and a short-haired man with a glowing, throbbing rod concealed in his jeans.

you shyly bit your lip, fidgeting with your thumbs as you thought about what was in store for you. this wasn’t what you initially expected during a night out at the club, but you couldn't deny the adrenaline rushing through your veins. you were wearing a pair of silk panties and thigh-high black socks. the first man to take note of your nervous disposition was the stoner, who reached out a hand to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.

clyde’s gentle touch made you shiver. “well aren’t you just the cutest thing?” he slipped his thumb between your lips, making you suck on it. “i promise not to hurt you tonight, ‘kay?” while his words were meant to bring you comfort, you could only tremble as the four others clearly had intentions of doing the opposite. 

your eyes darted around, spotting the hippie whipping out his cannon. your pupils dilated as 12-inches of meat dangled in the corner of your eye. your clit throbbed at the thought of his pipe abusing your internal organs, beating them to a pulp. and you caught a glimpse of that dream in reality as he hopped on the bed, lifting up your ass and pressing his hips against you and letting you feel the sensation of his throbbing cock through the dampening fabric of your panties.

three belts clanged as they hit the ground in unison. the three others, euronymous, jack and tyler, took their positions on the bed with you, all five of them surrounding you. euronymous firmly grabs your jaw, making you look up at him. you couldn’t help but whimper quietly, from the sight of him and the feeling of kappa starting to toy with your pussy.

clyde rested back against the creaky bed’s headboard, pulling out his erection that was already smeared with precum. tyler sat next to him and as he pulled out his dick, your life momentarily flashed before your eyes. his shaft was unlike anyone else’s in the room. from the balls, it was a shimmery sapphire blue and it faded into a pretty purple at the tip (like this). it was so thick that you tried to wrap your hand around it, failing.

a harsh slap landed down on your ass, making yelp. jack’s hand left a sting as kappa cooed mockingly. “aw did that hurt, sugar?” euronymous tore your panties off of you, tossing the useless strip of fabric to the side as he massaged your hard clit with his thumb. you arched your back, stuffing your face into the mattress until a hand grabbed you by your hair.

“don’t hide that pretty mouth,” tyler grinned, “we’re gonna put you to good use, baby.” clyde flipped his hair out of his face, teasing your lips with the tip of his cock. you eagerly took it in, taking a second to adjust to his size. clyde let out a low groan, already bucking his hips slowly into your mouth.

tyler’s alien cock glowed with arousal as he watched your throat bulge from being filled up. you brought your hand to his dick, it being much colder than clyde’s. you lifted you mouth off of his, with lips being connected by strings of saliva as you slowly took tyler’s tentacle into your mouth. his hand found the back of your head, gently guiding it down. “yeah… nice and easy.”

then they all went at full force. euro, jack and kappa all slammed themselves into you simultaneously. tears flooded your eyes as you felt two cocks stretch out your pussy and one fill up your asshole. right from the jump, you were already gushing on all of them, the wetness of your cunt saturating their rods.

clyde and tyler took off the training wheels, now making you take both lengths into your little mouth at the same time. you struggled, but your sobs provided enough spit to help them go down easily. both men tossed their head back in unison from the feeling of their girths rubbing together.

though you couldn’t see, jack was taking care of your asshole while kappa and euro dealt with your painfully tight pussy. jack slowly massaged your sore hole as he slowly moved himself in and out of you. “does that hurt, sweetie?” his hand had a gentle grip of your waist and he gave it a little squeeze. both your holes clenched, and jack took this as a sign to be a little gentler with you.

“just give me a little kick if you can’t take it. but i know you can. such a good girl…” jack’s words turned your limbs into jelly. he cocked his head to the side slightly, dislodging a few locks from his bun as he pushed himself in your tight muscle, the vibrations of your groans running down tyler and clyde’s bodies.

kappa may have had the size, but euronymous was carrying the speed. he was twice, maybe three times as fast as everyone else one, your ass bouncing each time he slammed himself back into you. he muttered the dirtiest things of all, making a knot tie in your stomach. “goddamnit, you’re tight as a fuckin’ virgin. but we all know that’s not true, don’t we?” 

you felt your cheeks burn with humiliation, much to his dismay. you ground your hips against them, cum dripping down the inside of your thighs. you had already cum a few times, but how would they know? your mouth was completely stuffed, preventing you from getting a single word out.

clyde reached into the pocket of his cargos which were inches away from him on the bed. he took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag, eyes locked on you as your spit could his cock in a thin layer.

while clyde was calm and collected, tyler was completely losing it. his hips uncontrollably bucked into your mouth as he gripped the bedsheets so tight that his knuckles went pale. his cock was illuminated like a glowstick, throbbing and oozing as it began to drip with a neon green substance.

as the taste hit your tongue, you immediately felt like gagging. but once you got over the burning sizzle of his cum, it began to taste faintly like green apple bubble gum. you swallowed every last drop that he gave you, desperately deepthroating his length to get more of his solution. then the gates of hell broke loose. he couldn’t hold back anymore and he dumped a bucket load of bioluminescent cum into your digestive track.

it erupted out of him like lava, hot and sizzling as you coughed up green bubbles. clyde burst into a fit of laughter as he shoved himself back into you. “what a party trick, dude.” clyde grabbed a fistful of your hair, aggressively fucking your throat, completely losing control of himself.

you gazed up at him through tear-filled eyes as your lips swelled around him. he’d always been a sucker for “blowjob eyes”, so with a few more lazy thrusts he shot hot strings of his seed onto your face, painting on you like you were a pretty picture.

as you received your facial, kappa exclaimed out a string of curses, as you feel your pussy swell as it filled with cum. euronymous’ balls slapped against your clit as he pounded into you, his fingernails digging into your ass as he lost himself in this moment of pure bliss. as hit orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, he yanked himself out of you, pumping himself quickly as shooting his load all over your arched back.

jack took this opportunity to give it his all, now fucking you rapidly in the ass. you cried into the mattress, loads of cum squirting out of your swollen pussy as he destroyed your insides. “o-oh yeah… good fucking girl…” he reached a hand down and started rubbing messy circles on your puffy clit, making your ass clench as he reached his climax.

he groaned deeply, his body shaking enough the snap the elastic band holding his hair up, sending his full strands all over his face. he used you to milk every last drop out of himself before pulling out and examining your sore hole.

you were a total mess, tears running down your face as they all released you at once. you panted heavily, the room spinning as your eyes fluttered shut. your pussy throbbed from the overstimulation, your entire feeling satisfied despite how worn out you were. in this moment, you felt cold leather draping over your bare body, euronymous’ jacket. clyde lit the small candle on the bedside table with his lighter to keep you warm, jack took one of the hair ties on his wrist and pulled your hair out of your face, putting it into a pretty ponytail, tyler pulled a pink lollipop out of his pocket, putting it in your gentle grip. and kappa’s contribution was a soft kiss on the cheek.

they left you in the cool, drafty room, leaving you with an aching body but a very fulfilled heart.

(little drawing of the position yall are in.)

author's note: writing gangbangs is so hard but I love a challenge!

[99hook]

Barely Breathing | Three

The aftermath of Tyler cheating

Warnings: angst, smut

A/N: third and final part to this series with @madhatterbri. y/n gets her revenge but probably not how you would expect

Tyler basically moved back in at his parent’s house after the breakup. He still had his penthouse but he didn’t want to be alone in it.

All of the reminders of you would haunt him if he went back. The dresser drawers that were cleared out of all of your stuff you took when you left and the photos of the two of you decorating the living room was something he just didn’t think he could handle right now.

He sent you text message after text message begging for a chance to explain everything but he assumed you must have blocked his number when days went by without a single reply.

It wasn’t until one night as he was sitting outside with his dad puffing on a cigar and having a glass of whiskey that his phone buzzed in his pocket, and he had to take a double look at the screen when he saw your name floating on it.

“Y/n wants to talk tonight.” He says, looking over at Taz with wide, hopeful eyes.

“I told you to give her some time to blow off steam. Still don’t agree with what you did, but I’m glad she’s giving you a shot to explain your stupid actions.”

Taz had been hard on him about the whole ordeal. He had no idea that Tyler cheated on you until he confessed it the night he showed up drunk at his door.

He didn’t scold him that night, because it was obvious that Tyler wasn’t in his right mind, but the next day and every time you came up in conversation, he made it a point to tell him that he made a big mistake.

“Yeah.” He sighs as he puffs on the cigar, exhaling some smoke above his head. “I’m gonna regret that for the rest of my life, honestly. I’m just glad she’s even talking to me again.”

“You should.” Taz adds, sipping on his glass. “Know what else you should do?”

“What?”

“Take your ass home and put on some new clothes. Shower, shave, fix yourself up. You’ve been moping around in the same clothes for days and I haven’t seen your hair wet since you got here, so I’m pretty sure you ain’t had a shower either.”

“I took one yesterday.” Tyler attested. “But yeah, I need to change. Guess i’m gonna go.”

He put the cigar out and finished the last bit of whiskey in his glass before he got up from the chair. Just before he was about to leave, his dad stopped him.

“Son, listen to me. If she gives you another shot, you better not blow it this time. You got a good girl who loves you and treats you good. Start acting like it.”

What Tyler didn’t know, was that good girl that left his house that night was nothing close to the girl who was stepping back in.

You had been completely broken down by what he did. It haunted you every single night. You went through all stages of mourning it felt like, but landed firmly on one that felt way better than sitting around crying over him.

You were angry. The more you thought about it, the more rage made home inside of you. The years you spent together and all the things you went through being completely disregarded for some girl he couldn’t keep his hands off of made you despise him even more than anything else anymore.

You just wanted him to feel the same pain you had to suffer through, and no matter how many texts he sends saying that he misses you and he’s just so damn sorry, you knew he wasn’t the level of sorry that he should be.

Tyler took his time getting ready. He had butterflies in his stomach for the first time in a long time. He kept glancing at the clock but time was going by so slow, he was just anticipating when you’d be knocking at that door.

He picked up a bouquet of roses on the way back. He didn’t know if you’d accept them but he felt like it was the very least he could do to thank you for giving him a chance to talk to you.

He was nervously messing with his hair when he heard the faint knocks at the door, and had to take a deep breath before he opened it.

Seeing you again was something that made his heart feel like it was getting squeezed by stone hands in his chest. You looked good. You didn’t look like you were going through a breakup by any means. He wondered if you had to take your time getting ready to hide what you really had been feeling like or if you were really just fine like you seem.

“Hey” he breathes out as he opens the door. You send him a barely there smile and step in. You spot the roses on the kitchen island and roll your eyes before he sees it.

“Those for me?” You asked, feigning a smile.

“Yeah, they are.” He walks over to the bouquet and passes them to you, thankful and relieved when you take them from his hand.

“My way of saying thank you for giving me a chance to explain things.” He says.

You set the bouquet down and shake your head.

“I’m not here to talk about what happened.” You tell him.

“You’re not?” I thought you-“

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips and instantly felt his hands on your hips, pulling you into him as close as you could possibly get.

When the initial shock wore off, he kissed you back with a newfound intention that suddenly hit him.

You stepped out of your shoes and made quick work of getting his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to pull it off before you locked your lips with his again.

It was painful to think about another woman kissing him like this, but you had to force those thoughts away before you ruined everything for yourself.

Running your nails down his abs made you wonder if her nails traced the same path. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair didn’t feel as soft between your fingers when you knew another set of hands had been in them too.

It solidified everything for you. You knew you’d never be able to forgive and sure as hell not forget.

Tyler’s lips trailed from your jaw to your neck as he unclasped your bra and slid the straps down your arms. He leaned back to look at you, his eyes filled with pure, undeniable admiration but yours were just dull, the life completely sucked out of them.

He was so caught up in the moment that he wouldn’t have been able to tell that you were just a shell of who you used to be standing before him.

He leaned down and wrapped his arms underneath you, swiftly picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom. Feeling the bed beneath your bare back as he gently laid you down was a strange feeling. You never expected to be in that bed again after that night.

He peppered some kisses to your collarbone as he slid your pants down, along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare and vulnerable underneath him.

“You are so gorgeous.” He whispered in pure awe. It had only been a couple days but he thought he’d never get to see you like this again.

You grabbed his arms and pulled him down to you, his eyes adverting from your body to your eyes in an instant. You could practically read his mind. Every thought he was having and every feeling rushing through him.

You hated that you still loved him, because you could see full well that he was probably falling even harder in love with you in that moment, and maybe if you didn’t love him, it wouldn’t hurt you.

It was just another thing to force out of your mind as you grabbed his length in your hand and guided it to your entrance. He swallowed harshly before he pulled back some.

“Wait” He says, sliding his tongue over his lips. “Are you sure you want to do this like this? I don’t want you still be mad at me after we’re done. I would rather talk about everything first and then, if you want to, we can do this.”

“I’m not mad anymore, just fuck me please.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say anything more when you pulled him down by his chain, locking your lips with his again. He melted into you at that moment, his fingers sifting gently through your hair as his lips moved with yours in perfect harmony.

You felt him push into you and let a soft moan slip out, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him in deeper.

His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers together, softly holding it above your head as he slowly thrusted into you.

It was too soft and sweet for you, though. The way he was peppering kisses to each inch of your face and the slow, languid movements. That’s not what you needed, so you reversed the roles and ended up on top of him, pinning his hands above his head as you took full control.

His lips lingered over your neck, he wanted to catch your kiss but you didn’t let him.

He was taken back but pleased with the sudden dominance, he didn’t object to it. His eyes stayed trained on you as he watched you take every inch of him, doing your best not to collapse down on top of him when he started arching his hips high off the bed.

You screwed your eyes shut so you didn’t have to watch him. It was a harder task than you expected it to be. Hearing the sounds of his low groans and heavy sighs, the occasional whisper of your name leaving his lips, it was pulling at your heart strings and that was the last thing you needed.

You made the mistake of letting go of one of his hands, and he immediately brought it to the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. You tasted whiskey and fresh mint on your tongue, the kiss so filled with passion and desire that it made your head spin.

You broke away and straightened up on top of him, letting his other hand go and you allowed it to grab your hip, guiding you.

His lips parted and you felt him twitch inside of you, already knowing what was coming so you picked up the pace to get him there faster. You didn’t care enough about yourself.

He surprised you when he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and placing soft, sloppy kisses to your neck as he thrusted up into you.

“I love you so much, yn” He whispers against your skin. Words that didn’t mean anything anymore.

His hips stuttered and you quickly got off of him, not trying to risk anything under the circumstances. He must have expected you to catch his release but you didn’t, and instead let it drench the bedsheets while you slid off the bed and found your clothes scattered on the floor.

He watched you for a moment before he got up and headed into the bathroom. When he came back, you were fully dressed and fixing your hair in the mirror.

“You’re not staying the night?” He asks with a small voice. You caught his expression in the reflection before you turned around to face him.

“Why would I do that?” You asked.

“I mean, I would love it if you did.” He says, starting to walk towards you, but you step closer to the door.

“No, Tyler. I’m not staying the night with you. I’m never coming back here again, either.”

“What?”

“I hope you enjoyed your last time ever fucking me. Hope that girl was worth it.” You forge a taunting smirk before you walked out the bedroom.

He was hot on your heels but you didn’t turn around until you reached the front door.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” He asks, his eyes filled with pain and despair, just how you wanted to leave him.

“Did you seriously expect anything else? You cheated on me, babe. You deserve everything you’re getting.” You shrug before you open the door and step out, making the man you once planned to marry just a boy from your past.

[myk-elric]

My fiance and i just finished watching Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 all the way through. It was his first ever watch and it had been YEARS since i last sat down to watch it. Rly glad i own it on dvd. Now we just gotta watch conquerer of Shamballa someday soon!! Unpopular opinion but i like the movie a lot.

Spoilers and discussion points abt 2003 while its fresh on my mind below cut! Feel free to reblog, quote reblog, or comment/reply with any thoughts/responses!! I love fma so much

envy is just pure evil in this version holy fuck

Envy is also *gender envy* this version, his voice in the dub even is gayer

Holy fucking shit did bradley just snap little selim's neck in front of dying and traumatized Roy!?! (Tyler and i both gasped a little in this scene. I had completely forgot abt it)

The ending feels rushed. I wonder why after an ok pacing the rest of the 59ish episodes

WinryxSheska forever in 2003 they so cute

This version really drove home and reminded u in so many (often times painful) ways and often: Ed and Al are CHILDREN

Nina :-: Alexander ;_; 03 is so fucking tragic so many times and ways

I wish tucker had died a brutal death as he deserved

With how tragic the tone and story was, some of the funny bits or typical boob shots felt a little awkward and out of place sometimes

Our world Ed dying under that blimp and Edward grasping he accidentally just killed another life to somehow save his own- i near choked up on eds small soft voice of true sadness

Ed dying to Envy. That was actually haunting to watch and see

I actually rly appreciate that the gore blood and traumatic shit wasnt hidden or blurred or cleaned up for tv. It would have felt wrong if blood didnt appear and ooze somewhat realistically after someone got stabbed in the heart or sliced up by bradley or shot in the arm etc

I want to watch more anime that dont shy from gore like fma doesnt

I want to give rose a hug. Im glad the rockbell house gave her and her baby a home and people to love her post al return

I hated Archer. What actual purpose did he rly serve other than being super evil and feeling like a kimblee clone?

Actually liked that scar killed kimblee for revenge of his brother in 03. It fit.

Oh also about the ending- it was so dialogue heavy! Opinion not meant to be a negative one but just a surprising observation i guess

Izumi, Sig, pinako, plz adopt me u kind and stern souls

Al losing his entire memory and the whole gate jumping was confusing. Especially to my partner since its his first watch

Like I understood the explanations they gave right at the end they are speculating to be tru but man. 03 leaves a lot of open narratives and storylines unfinished

Even in shamballa i remember there even still being a lack of answers for a lot of story lines

Ok im done for now im v tired

[azquine]

Do you think Rose Tyler went through a degree of parentification with her mother?

I'm not calling Jackie a bad mother. She clearly loves Rose a TON and did her very best in difficult circumstances. She was a young woman suddenly a widow having to look after a child all on her own in the midst of her grief. Grief that she clearly hasn't gotten over as she attempts to cover over it with lines of new men and a blur of personal, televised, and printed gossip

But it is Rose who was supporting the household in the first episode we see her. Rose who has to find a job once it's been literally destroyed around her. As far as I remember it's never even considered that Jackie would take on Roses load for a bit.

Jackie likely never got a reprieve after Pete died before she was thrown straight into single motherhood, no matter how overwhelming it must have been. This is likely why she has no clue how to offer Rose a rest to get over what was a likely traumatic event. she even describes it as such on the phone (the fact that Rose is not actually in fact going through symptoms of trauma is I feel pretty irrelevant to this, though it contributes to the feeling of Roses mental state being brushed off)

Jackie's dislike for Roses 'airs and graces' from working a high end shop, the negative tone towards how the doctor changed her, even for the better, I think it all stems from the fear of Rose leaving. If Rose becomes better than what she can offer and leaves, she takes Jackie's entire world. The last reflection of Pete, a potential and invaluable source of income, and most of all simply the person she loves and cares for most. She'd have nothing but a council estate flat, friends to gossip with, media to consume, and bills to pay.

My thoughts on all this were triggered by a gif set I saw where Rose on new year's tells her mother something along the lines of 'don't stay out too late' and Jackie's reply is 'you try and stop me'. In most situations this would be the other way round. It should not be the daughter half jokingly cautioning the mother about a night out. The ease and familiarity of the exchange makes me think that this would not have been the first occurrence of this. This isn't to say that mothers shouldn't have proper nights out, my own does, but the daughter should not be the one worrying if they are being safe.

And that episode with the absorbalof (I think that's how it's spelled) where Rose comes out at the end enraged on her mother's behalf. It is completely understandable, and I would probably be EXACTLY the same, but in the context of everything else I'm thinking about, it's a bit too fitting that it is Rose coming to Jackie's defence after a bad not-quite boyfriend.

The woman who sat with Pete as he died, who Jackie uses as a single piece of comfort to pass on to her daughter? That's also Rose.

And the alternate dimension is really more Jackie's happy ending than Roses, though they both get an alternative version of the man of their dreams. But Rose loses a big part of why she chose to leave home over and over. Her monologue at the chippy pre- bad wolf shows that, although the doctor is an appeal on his own, the life of going out there and seeing the universe, making a change, is something that the loss of gets under her skin like a restless itch. And she didn't get a choice, she had to learn to deal with it.

Jackie loses nothing. It's all gain for her. She has her daughter, who she cares about most in the world, her husband, who seems more devoted and successful than he ever was in her reality, and she has the money and big house that she never got previously. She never has to learn to work through her grief without covering it, it is undone for her (though I'm sure the ghost of the 'real' Pete will still linger in her mind)

Again I want to reiterate that Jackie is NOT a bad or neglectful mother. She is incredibly and realistically concerned with Roses safety (in a way that I've only really seen RTD write). But she is a woman who has her own issues to tackle and very few resources with which to do so. Rose would have had to grow up navigating around that.

Feel free to counter or correct any of my points, or to talk about something I missed, it's been lovely to see peoples thoughts on my other rambles! :)

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A Midnight Nightmare - The Doctor x Rose

Cg!Doctor x Little! Rose Tyler

Summary: Rose has a nightmare on the TARDIS and wakes up regressed when the Doctor comes to the rescue.

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Could be read as any Doctor! Click here if you'd prefer to read on AO3.

The Doctor had made sure to safely set the TARDIS into a drift through the vortex just as he always did when he and Rose were resting up before a new adventure. Well, really it was just when Rose needed to rest for a bit while he’d go off tinkering with his gizmos and gadgets, or even sometimes just doing research for whatever planets or solar systems they’d been planning to visit within the near future. 

They had just gotten back from an adventure in which the Doctor had discovered a stranded alien that had been causing the locals a bit of trouble in an attempt to make it back home. Thankfully however, it hadn’t done too much damage yet when they found it, and Rose had taken a particular liking to it, so the Doctor managed to earn its trust before helping it and eventually managing to get it a one way trip back to its proper home. When they made it back to the TARDIS, Rose had begun to feel a bit tired after the day’s events, so she trudged back to her bedroom, promising the Doctor through a yawn that she just needed a good shower and a few hours sleep before she’d be ready to go off soaring through galaxies and fighting crime again. The Doctor happily sent her on her way with a smile, promising he’d be in his lab working on one of his projects while she slept, content with her request.

It had only been about two hours since he and Rose had parted ways in the control room when the Doctor began to feel the TARDIS frantically buzzing and thrumming in his head, instantly knowing something was wrong. Only seconds later, is when he started hearing the shouting.

“Doctor!” he heard Rose yell out through the TARDIS. He dropped the piece of scrap metal he held in his hand, opting for his trusty sonic screwdriver instead before running out of the lab and straight to Rose’s bedroom. He could hear her repeated shouts of his name being choked out between what he could only assume were her sobs. 

Thankfully for him, the TARDIS drew Rose’s bedroom right next to the lab, only two doors down across the hall. “I’m coming Rose, hold on!” he shouted frantically in return. He flung himself against her bedroom door, turning the knob open with one hand and tightly gripping his sonic like a lifeline in the other. Rose was sitting up in her bed, still wrapped up in the sheets and blankets, face red and puffy as the tears continued to run down her cheeks. The Doctor quickly scanned her over before allowing his eyes to wander through the rest of the room searching for any signs of danger.

“Oh, Rose, what’s happened?” he asked tenderly, lowering his sonic down to his side and striding over to her bed. 

“I had a nightmare, you were gone, and Mum was gone, and I couldn’t feel the TARDIS, and I didn’t know what to do, or where to go, and it was so real,” she eventually got out, pausing every few words as the sobs continued to wrack her body. 

“Oh, Rose, it’s okay, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he cooed, lowering himself onto the bed, drawing her into his arms. “It was only a dream, sweetheart, we’re all still here,” he continued, rubbing circles onto her back.

“But daddy, it was so real,” she cried out, looking up at him with what the Doctor could have only described as puppy dog eyes, still red and watery and overflowing. Oh, so that’s what this is, the Doctor thought as the word fell from her lips, which he now noticed were also trembling. Rose was fierce, strong, and independent. A force to be reckoned with. And it was one of the things that he loved most about her, in fact, it had saved his own life more than a number of times, but sometimes, he learned after a few months of travelling with her, she wasn’t. Sometimes, Rose sort of drew into herself, letting a different Rose emerge instead. One that still loved to show a brave face, but wanted to watch cartoons, or colour, or play with a rubber ducky in a bubble bath. The first time it happened while she had been on board the TARDIS, she had been rather embarrassed by it, but the Doctor had been more than happy to jump into the role of caregiver. 

“It only felt real, Rosie, I promise,” he whispered, smoothing her wild hair down, offering the gentle affection which Rose always loved, regardless of her mental age and the nickname he had assigned to her regressed persona. “Come on my star, you’ve hardly rested, why don’t we get you back to sleep, hmm?” he offered, not making any effort to release her from the embrace just yet. 

“Please don’t leave me, Daddy, the nightmares are scary. I don't want to see them again,” she pleaded, strengthening her grip around his torso. “I won’t, you have my word, but you’re still sleepy darling,” he said, prying her arms away from him. “I’ll stay with you while you sleep, yeah?” Rose yawned and rubbed her eyes, conceding to the Doctor’s orders. 

“Do you want your dummy, it’ll help you sleep?” he asked, as he stood up, walking across the room to retrieve it off her dresser where he had last placed it. Evidently, she had never bothered to put it away. She hummed a confirmation, sniffling and wiping the stray tears as they continued to fall down her face. She had cried a wet stain onto the Doctor’s jacket, but he didn’t seem to care. 

He returned back to the bed, dummy in hand before toeing off his shoes, and crawling under the blankets next to her. He pulled her into him and popped the dummy into her mouth before settling her head down against his chest and drawing the blankets up and tighter around both of them. Rose, the Doctor had learned, often tended to grow smaller as she grew sleepier. She sucked on the dummy, wrapping herself tightly around the Doctor, clinging onto him with all her limbs. He held her, watching her as her sniffles drew quieter and further apart and her breathing began to even out.  Rose had been exhausted, and nobody would have been happy with a grumpy big or little Rose stomping about the TARDIS. In fact, happy that her occupant was finding solace, the TARDIS herself began to hum quietly, just enough for Rose and the Doctor to feel her presence, as the Doctor also began to hum, singing Rose to sleep to the tune of an old Gallifreyan lullaby long forgotten to time, with no one else to remember it but him, and now, his Rose. 

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The Case of the Missing Coat - DoctorRose Bingo

Prompt: "Take My Jacket"

“I’m heading back to the flat. Joining me?” Rose asked. He could hear her voice grow closer as she spoke. Moving his chin toward his chest to take a peek, he could see her sneaker-clad feet standing close to his outstretched legs from where he worked under the console.  

“Mm, no. The old girl’s still showing-”  

“Yes, yes, save the technical talk. I know an excuse when I hear one,” she said, backing away from him and the console with an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll see ya in a bit, then. Unless you decide to grace Mum and me with your presence earlier than that.”  

“I’ll be by at some point. Someone’s gotta pry you from Jackie’s grip or we’d never leave twenty-first London again,” he replied, listening as she moved toward the door. “Take a jacket,” he muttered, remembering the snow drizzling outside—real, honest snow for once.  

“Now you sound like Mum,” she taunted. Stilling the sound of her steps for a second to presumably, hopefully, pick up one of her coats or sweaters she’d left tossed over a coral at one point or another recently.  

“You doing it?” he asked, cringing as he realized he was only further feeding the comparison. But he really didn’t want her to catch a cold.  

“Yes, snug as could be now,” she answered. “Bye.” And with a squeak of the door hinges she was gone.  

He resumed his tinkering and tried to get lost in the activity. But it wasn’t too long after that that he found his right leg start to shift about in impatience. He was becoming bored, painfully so. But it was more than that. There was a stillness in the Tardis without the soft sounds that come with having another person around. The comfort that was the faint smell of Rose’s perfume as she passed by him on her way to make tea or model a new outfit she’d discovered in the wardrobe was missing. He was itching to get up and head straight to the flat. He’d put up with any nagging or questions from Jackie just to keep close to Rose.  

He really should try to fight it. Create a little distance between them. He was a proper addict. A Rose Tyler addict. He never knew what to do with himself if she wasn’t with him. It had been getting bad before the regeneration, but now it was on a whole new level. Which wasn’t exactly surprising— he’d regenerated to save her and had been reformed with her as the first thing on his mind.  

Sighing, he slid out from his spot and stood up. Although he should be resisting, working to build up a tolerance to his inability to be without the presence of Rose for more than a few minutes, he wasn’t about to start that daunting journey today. Plus Jackie was probably making tea.  

He was almost out the door when the cold air hit him, making him remember his worrying over Rose. Turning to the side, he grabbed for his coat but found himself palming an empty coral. He always kept it right there by the door. He turned back towards the rest of the console room, still not seeing it.  

He tried to remember the last time he had had it on. They hadn’t left the Tardis much in the last few days. It hadn’t been long since Mickey had chosen to stay in that parallel world and Rose had found that she needed a bit of downtime to process that. They’d been back in London quite often recently, mostly because of that. Rose had felt even more guilty about telling Jackie about Mickey. She’d leaned on Mickey the last year more than Rose herself ever had.   

He’d tried his best to make her understand that it was Mickey who had decided to stay. But Rose still blamed herself for making him feel like there was nothing left for him here. That he’d be better off in a whole other universe than stay in the same one with her in it.  

The Doctor felt just as responsible on that front. Although he didn’t believe that Rose was responsible for Mickey or owed it to him to hang around London, he knew that he’d somewhat taken Mickey’s place in Rose’s life. Not that he could find it anywhere in himself to regret doing so.  

Coming back to the matter at hand, he thought back through their recent trips. The last place they had been was a beach. Not exactly a coat-wearing day.  

He found himself wandering through the rooms he visited on a frequent basis: the kitchen, galley, the library, his room, and Rose’s. He peeked into the wardrobe room and couldn’t spot it on any of the levels. Ultimately, he wrapped himself in his long-forgotten favorite— that chunky, colorful scarf he once wouldn’t have been caught dead without. Now he hated to be seen in it. He might have still been the same man, but fashion sense varied drastically throughout regenerations.  

Making his way back through the Tardis and back to the door, he made quick work of locking the door and shuffling quickly to Rose’s building. Once inside the main doors, he was ready for that nice hot cup of tea more than ever.  

When he arrived at the flat, he made quick work of rapping on the wooden door. He was close to peeking in the cat door when the door finally opened. Then he was face to face with Jackie.  

“Accessorizing for once in your life, I see,” she snorted, stepping aside to let him come in.  

“Have a laugh. I wouldn’t be wearing this if my coat, a gift from the Janis Joplin hadn’t mysteriously disappeared,” he huffed. “Please tell me you’ve made tea?”  

“Fresh pot in the kitchen,” she answered, a smirk on her lips as she watched him shiver. “Didn’t have a single other coat in that big box of yours?”  

“None that go with this outfit,” he deadpanned.  

“You really shouldn’t be running around like that, as skinny as you are. You’ll get sick,” he heard her continue as he made his way through the doorway.  

He just hadn’t wanted to take any more time to find one for the short trek. He missed Rose. Who he hoped was in the kitchen he was heading toward to pour himself a cuppa.  

He found that she was. And so was his missing coat. Rose was sitting in front of the table, nursing a cup of her own and typing on her mobile. “Mum, Shareen might run over a mo to show me her-” she stopped as she realized she wasn’t talking to Jackie. She gave him a smile, tugging his coat closer around her as she did so, unconsciously. She looked so cozy buried in his coat. In one of his favorite articles of clothing.  

“Sooner than I expected you to give in,” she smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Lost without me.”  

“You're in my coat,” he found himself stupidly stating.  

“Yes, I am,” she grinned. Then she looked him over. He was glad he’d abandoned the scarf on the hook by the door. “You look cold.”  

“Well, someone did steal my coat,” he pointed out.  

“I did not! You told me to take it! You went on and on. ‘Take my jacket, Rose. It’s so cold out there.’ ” she mimicked.  

“I told you to take a jacket, not my jacket. And that-that,” he pointed toward her, “Is not a jacket. That is a coat!”  

“Same thing,” she shrugged as he shook his head fondly. “So do you want it back? Because I’m rather comfy to tell you the truth. Like getting a never-ending hug from you,” she said, huddling deeper into the coat, all while giving him a cheeky grin that made him swallow. She knew how to play him. How to do him in.  

“You don’t play fair,” he said, pointing again as Jackie made her way back into the room.  

“She never has,” she murmured, smiling to herself as she poured the Doctor a cup of the tea he’d forgotten about the second he’d laid eyes on Rose. She seemed to always lead to him losing track of his mind.  

With his new cup of tea, he sat down next to Rose, watching her as she spoke about Shareen and Keisha and then stories from their recent adventures. He watched her walk around the flat in his coat and then watched her drag the back of it through the snow when they eventually made their way back to the Tardis— him shivering in his silly scarf and her toasty in his big brown coat.  

And if he leaned into her just a little more than strictly necessary on the walk back, wrapping an arm around her waist and shoving a hand into one of the pockets, then that was simply to try and stay warm as well.

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AO3 story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54042067

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OC questionnaire

Thanks to @elsie-writes here, @mysticstarlightduck here, @riverkaplan here, and @somethingclevermahogony here!

My previous questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here.

Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ here.

Below the cut I will do: Teo, Niri, Jazlyn, Anathi!

#1- Teo

Do you believe in the paranormal?

“Sis, my boyfriend literally can heal a broken arm in seconds. You would not believe the shit I've seen Parker do just because Wade can heal him. Oh yeah, and Parker literally is an airbender. How can I not? If a vampire walked into the school I wouldn't blink.”

What oddly-specific T-shirt would you wear?

“This shirt that says ‘born to shit, forced to wipe,’ I want it so much you don't understand.”

Do you usually cry at sad moments or happy moments or both?

“Definitely sad moments. I mean, I would not put it past me to cry when happy, but I can't make it through sad movies, man. Not at all.”

#2- Niri

Where is your favorite place in the world?

“I have an easy answer to this. Carla and George have a quiet room in their house. I can go there if I feel too overwhelmed or if I want to be alone for a bit. The room also has good lighting. I like it if someone joins me, though usually just a few people at the same time. Otherwise my reason for going into the room is ruined. [He smiles slightly.] I like everyone in the Aequales. Although there is a lot of people.”

What food do you hate the most?

“I dislike pasta. Pasta is not bad. It tastes good. But the texture really bothers me. I cannot eat spaghetti.”

Do you like watching sunsets or sunrises?

“Yes. I 100-percent love sunsets and sunrises. I am an artist. Maybe that's the reason. I feel inspired. New day, too.”

#3- Jazlyn

If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life, what would it be?

“I would wear a tank top and shorts, easily. Why? Well, I think it would be fun, definitely make me stick out among the modest Utahns I'm forced to interact with. But also they show off how good of shape I'm in. And girl, I'm in good shape. It's hard to find pants for me, since I'm mostly legs. So why not show them off? I'd probably wear cute sandals, the necklace Ewan gave me, and my gorgeous hoop earrings.”

Who's the person you trust more than anyone else in the world?

“Obviously, Ewan. He is the kindest person I know. He would never do anything wrong.”

What's your dream job?

“I would actually find sales fun. I plan to get a marketing degree when I go to college next year. It seems fun to convince people what to buy.”

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#4- Anathi

Who in this world do you trust most, and why?

“... I guess Tyler. Kinda by default. He actually listens to me. Always kept promises, too. I relied on him for many reasons.”

What was your favorite place in the world when you were young

“The park. Where I could hang out with other kids. Before my powers kicked in.”

What is your favorite memory?

“When Tyler and I first met, we talked for hours. I would like to experience that feeling again.”

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Until Morning - Chapter 6

Rating: T (for now)

Pairing: 10th Doctor X Rose Tyler

Work Summary: As a weary Doctor, Martha Jones and Jack Harkness prepare to take on the Master, they find their hideout isn't as secure as they thought.

In a burst of blue light, a dimension hopping Rose Tyler finally finds the Doctor, but time is still not on their side.

What if you only had one night to spend with the love of your life?

Chapter summary: About a thousand different thoughts were vying for her attention, but she pushed them back, trying to hold on to the peace she’d just found up on the roof.

Chapter 6

Up on the roof, Rose had drifted into something like a trance.  She leaned into the Doctor’s chest with his arms tight around her, and basked in the sensation of finally feeling safe.  For the first time in years, her mind was blissfully blank.  She could have stayed with him like that for hours.  For forever.  

But eventually even the Doctor’s embrace wasn’t enough to ward off the damp chill.  She cursed her traitorous body when it shivered.

“C’mon.  Lets get inside,” the Doctor said softly, loosening his arms from around her.  

“Not ready to,” she mumbled, digging her fingers into his coat.  But after another gust of wind left her teeth chattering, she relented, letting him take her hand and lead her back towards the steps.  She didn’t want to join the others, didn’t want to have to share him just yet, but hypothermia didn’t sound particularly appealing either.  Rose sighed and followed him down the stairs.  

About a thousand different thoughts were vying for her attention, but she pushed them back, trying to hold on to the peace she’d just found up on the roof.  The effort must be teaming up with the fatigue and chill because she was caught completely off guard when the Doctor stopped on the first landing.   

“Oi missed the brake lights,” she laughed as she stumbled into him.  

“Sorry,” he chuckled, turning to steady her.  “Saw this when I was securing the building.” He soniced open a door she hadn’t noticed before. “Should be warmer in here out of the breeze.”  

Rose looked between the dark interior and the Doctor, biting her lip.  They had been alone up on the roof just now, but this, a secluded spot with a door they could close on the rest of the world?  Now that was something altogether different.  Something she’d wished for many times in the past couple hours.  She studied the Doctor, wondering if this was just about accommodating her human temperature needs, or if he was imagining the same sorts of possibilities that were bringing a slight flush to her cheeks despite the chill.  Of course, he was giving nothing away.  The git.  With a sense of nerves and anticipation, she paused just a second before stepping into the small room.      

Rose rubbed her arms as she glanced around the space.  Dim moonlight streamed in through the windows and illuminated a small rusted stove, a row of stained cupboards, and stacks of battered cardboard boxes that took up a good third of the room.        

  “Lovely,” Rose snorted, joking to hide the nervous butterflies that tickled just below her stomach, “You really do take me to the most amazing places.”

“Oh, hang on, you,” the Doctor said, rolling his eyes.  “Been wondering what kind of factory this was?” 

“Mmmm, had other things on my mind, actually.”  

When he smirked at her, it was her turn to roll her eyes, “Shut up!”

The Doctor smacked a kiss to her temple and ran a hand across her back before loping over to the boxes, “If my deductions from previous reconnaissance are correct, I’d wager that it’s…” he let the sentence hang as he soniced through the packing tape on one of the boxes, “Ha!” He said triumphantly, “Jackets!”

“Jackets?” Rose laughed.  

“Jackets!” He repeated as he tore through some plastic wrap and threw a handful of them at her.  “We’ll get you warm in a jiffy, Rose Tyler,” he said, continuing to throw clothes at her even though her arms were already full.  The puffy, down-filled garments started to overflow her arms and pool around her feet until finally one hit her smack in the face. 

“Oi!” She dropped all but one of the coats which she wadded up and threw back at him.    

“How dare -” the Doctor sputtered, “You are grumpy when you’re tired!  Rose Tyler, you just declared WAR!” 

She squealed and dove behind a row of boxes as he came after her with a barrage of fluffy projectiles.  She armed herself with a few that had dropped on the floor and then charged back at him, throwing and dodging and tripping over trampled fabric. 

Over the next several minutes the two of them tore through the rest of the boxes, throwing the jackets at each other and making a mess of the room all while laughing like maniacs.  Mock insults and challenges were exchanged as feathers from the manhandled garments swirled around them.  

Sooner than she would have liked, her arms grew heavy as this long day, god, these long bloody years, caught up with her.  When she didn’t think she could manage one more throw, she sprawled out on one of the piles they’d made, still laughing hysterically.  

“Do I detect a surrender?” The Doctor asked, standing over her, poised to throw another jacket.  

“Never,” Rose laughed breathlessly, “But perhaps…a peace treaty?”

“Oh, I suppose,” he sighed.  He dropped the coat and plopped down next to her, sending a fresh wave of feathers puffing up into the air.

They amused themselves for a few minutes trying and utterly failing to make snow angels in the fabric and loose down.  When she stopped to catch her breath, Rose was surprised to find the little nest she’d made herself was rather comfortable.  Well that wouldn’t do.  Fearing she’d fall asleep if she remained laying down, Rose pushed up to a sitting position and took stock of the complete mess they’d made of the space.

“Hope no one is going to need to use this room anytime soon.”

“Nah,” the Doctor assured her, “This whole block will be demolished to make room for condos next year.  My seventh self will help a lovely family of Terthen assimilate to Earth in one of the units while their planet is undergoing atmospheric renovation.  Assuming the continuity of time remains in tact and there is a next year, of course.”

“Of course,” she agreed mildly.  They shared a tired smile.   

“Come here, you,” he entreated scooting back to rest against the far wall.  She clamored over a few small mountains of jackets to snuggle into his open arms.  He covered their legs with a few of the discarded garments.    

“Warming up?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her torso.

She hummed and nodded, playing with one of his buttons.  At some point during their mad jacket war, he’s shucked his damp coat.  She took her time tracing her fingers over the sleeves of his pinstriped suit, trying to re-familiarize herself with each stitch and wrinkle.

For a time neither of them spoke.  All she heard was the distant sounds of the city and the breeze blowing against the windows.  With his arms snug around her and his legs bracketing hers, it was easy to feel like they were in their own bubble isolated from the rest of time and space.  The feathers still making their lazy way to the floor made her think of a snow globe.  Their own little snow globe.  She smiled.  

But as the silence stretched on, what started as contentment changed into something else.  Without any distractions, Rose was finding it harder and harder to stay in the moment.  Her smile slipped as her thoughts turned on her.                

“It’s mad,” she said when she couldn’t stand the silence any longer, “being here with you now, after so long, and knowing I have to leave again.”

“I’m sorry,” he said in a tone that told her his thoughts had been going a similar direction as her own.  His grip on her tightened, taking on an edge of desperation.    

“Yeah, me too,” she sighed.  Oh and she was sorry.  Sorry she had to leave, sorry that he felt the need to apologize for something they’d both agreed on, sorry that she’d brought tomorrow into the room.   She thought about how much thinner the Doctor was, the frightening look in his eyes when he’d thought she was an imposter, the almost careful way Jack had treated the Time Lord earlier…They may have been snogging and romping about a few minutes ago, but what would happen later?  What would happen after the sun rose on tomorrow? 

“Doctor,” she asked softly, “will you be ok?”

She expected him to deflect, to reassure her that he was always alright, to jump up and start throwing jackets at her to bring back the silly joy from minutes before.  Instead he rested his chin on her shoulder for a few breaths before replying in a rough voice, “It’s been���hard without you.  It will be again.” 

Before she could respond he returned, “What about you Rose Tyler?  Will you be alright, defending the multiverse back in Pete’s World?”  Multiverse, huh?  He’d given her a promotion.  She’s much rather just have him. 

She thought over the last few years - the sleepless nights, the things she’d seen walking through dead and dying worlds, the terrible ache of loneliness, and her hand, always missing his.  She thought about having to do it all over again, a kind of endless running with none of the joy and only the relentless exertion.  When Rose opened her mouth to answer, she found her throat was too tight.  She took a few deep breaths trying to steady herself but the edge of tears was still in her voice when she replied.

 “It’s been hard without you,” she parroted, “It will be again.”  She hoped that it wasn’t as big of an understatement for him as it was for her.  She suspected it might be.

Rose suddenly felt the weight of time pressing in on her, could feel each second ticking down to when they had to go their separate ways.  Was this what the Doctor felt all the time - This horrible sensitivity to the passage of time, the inexorable pull towards endings and goodbyes?  How did it not drive him mad?  She supposed maybe it did, a bit.  

Rose wanted to make it better, make it hurt just a little bit less for him.  If their parting was a fixed event, she was desperate to give him something to take with him after she left.  Something more than just a memory drive filled with the next wave of impending doom he’d have to deal with.  Her mind whirred and stuttered but her lips found the words before she had formed any concrete idea of what that could be.

“I love you,” she said.  She wondered if she’d ever be able to say that when it didn’t come out so tearstained, when it didn’t shatter her heart to say it.

“Rose,” he breathed her name and it was easy, so easy to tilt her face up to brush her lips against his jaw.  He turned his head and she shifted slightly so that he could capture her lips in a kiss that she felt down to her curling toes.  

“I’ll find you again.  I promise I’ll find you again,” she whispered against his lips.

“I know,” he soothed, brushing her wet cheek with his thumb. “I know you will.”

“Doctor…” she didn’t know what was going to come after his name, but it didn’t matter anyway.  His lips were back on hers and suddenly the most important thing, the only thing on her mind was him and more.  

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The Vampire Diaries: Season 2 (Bonnie x Damon) Fanfic

The whole town was mourning Mayor Lockwood that day. Bonnie brushed her hair behind her ears before taking a deep breath and entering the Lockwood Mansion. She scanned the small crowd of formally dressed citizens milling about in the grand living room. As she entered the dining room, she felt a cold tingling in her chest. 'Damon is here,' Bonnie thought, standing up straight. She turned around, coming face to face with Damon Salvatore. He smirked, not backing away despite their close proximity. He was at least a head taller than Bonnie, and she would've felt intimidated if it wasn't for her possessing the upper-hand in their tense relationship. It had been a whirlwind, learning about the existence of vampires and her own powers with witchcraft. Then Grams had died, trying to keep the tomb open for Damon to come out. Could she ever stop resenting him for how he'd turned her life upside-down?

"Well, I know my eyes are mesmerizing, Bonnie. But I assume you're here for more than the lovely view?" Damon said, breaking Bonnie's train of thought.

She frowned, feeing the heat rise in her cheeks as she realized she'd been staring at him for quite some time. "Don't flatter yourself." Bonnie said sharply.

Damon turned around, striding towards one of the long windows in the dining room. He changed the subject. "Did you know the Gilbert device affected Tyler Lockwood?"

"Well I know it took the mayor down." Bonnie said. "Don't you wanna know why?" She placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes, Bonnie. I would love to know why." Damon Salvatore said, furrowing his brow impatiently. "A non-vampire was tortured by the vampire torture device that you let John Gilbert use against us? Doesn't that peak your interest? Speaking of your guilt, how's Caroline?" Damon added.

"She's fine." Bonnie said. "She's healing quickly."

"You're welcome." Damon said smugly.

"-No, you are welcome." Bonnie corrected. "You'll live to see another day."

"You know, before you got into this whole blackmailing business, I had my eyes on Elena." Damon said, taking a sip of champagne from one of the glasses on the dining room table. "But now that you have this vendetta against me, Bonnie Bennett is looking pretty sexy," He said, setting the glass aside, leaning in to whisper the last part.

Bonnie inhaled the scent of his cologne, forgetting to act indignant or insulted as she was caught off guard by his advances. Damon lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, looking into her hazel eyes.

Then she regained her self control. "Damon, if I had my way you would've died in the fire after John Gilbert used that device against all the vampires." She whispered coldly. "You're a monster, Damon. Don't think I'll forget that so easily."

Damon pulled away. Bonnie could've sworn she saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. A split second of vulnerability. But it quickly vanished as a mischievous grin took over his expression. "You'll forget soon enough. And besides," Damon started, "Even if you don't, you witches tend to have a thing for my kind."

Bonnie was about to return his words with a seething remark, but she blinked and Damon was gone. Just like that. She sighed. A small voice inside of her questioned what it would feel like to kiss his enticing lips. But she could never show anyone that side of her, because the rest of her wanted to drive a stake through his heart. He had a talent for making her feel confused.

IF YOU LIKED THIS FANFIC, REBLOG FOR THE CHANCE OF ME WRITING A PART TWO!!!! -Velvet Rose

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FUCK YOUR LIFE'S PERCEPTION

TYLER DURDEN X READER

⚠️Warnings: swearing ⚠️

Just a short drabble. Tyler tells you he cares about you. That's about it.

Tyler's cigarette smoke rose up from the end of his cancer stick and drifted up towards the ceiling of the non-ventilated room. The green paint was peeling in tremendous amounts and the stains from water damage were evident. The smoke curled in cylindrical spirals and kissed the chipping paint almost as if inviting it to fall to the floorboards below; which conveniently, were also subject to the same damage from the water above.

You laid in silence next to him, watching the sights from above and playing with the hem of your shitty Goodwill shirt that had been unraveling due to hasty scissor cuts you'd made the night before upon realizing it was longer in length than you'd originally wanted it. You were both in desperate need of a shower and while not bathing might've fit the aesthetic of Paper Street, it did not go over well anywhere else.

Motioning towards his pocket, Tyler silently offers you one of the cigarettes he has. The container itself only held two of them while the rest of the semi empty box has a couple of bloodied tissues stuffed into it's crevices and a haiku from you which read:

"Tyler, that bitch boy, God I love that man to death, shut the fuck up please." You had given it to him for his birthday and was quite proud of it to say the least. He looked at it, laughed, and then stuffed it into the very same pocket he had just withdrawn it from. The smoke was fading now, trying desperately on a fight against the house to find an open window or a vent to no avail.

Taking a cigarette for yourself, you allow him to light it. The drag was long and slow and you felt your lungs fill up with what you presumed would eventually kill you.

"A lot on your mind?" The leather jacket-clad man asked with a twinge of a smile, growing fond of your company over the past few weeks. Ever since he'd offered his services to you at Lou's while you were working, you'd grown attached to him. The night you guys fucked and laid in bed afterwards talking about how soap was the yardstick of civilization and how there should be more methods of shaving for women, you knew you couldn't just be fuck buddies. Your emotions with Tyler ran deep.

"Yeah, something like that." You said, blowing the smoke out and watching it meet the rest of the clouded air above. It was soothing in a way. Almost as comforting as a hug if you liked them.

"Wanna go for a walk?" He asked, knowing that was your favorite past time when you had plaguing thoughts. Sighing at his perfectness, you agree by getting up from the magazines you had plopped yourself down on on the floor. Placing your hands behind your back, you lean back and crack it with a satisfied hum escaping your lips. Tyler joins you and picks up his red tinted glasses on preparation for the outside.

"How'd you know?" You ask, walking out towards the door leading to the kitchen and eventually to the mud puddle infested streets of the lower income street you resided on with your boyfriend.

"Know what? That you were angry?" He asked smugly, walking after you with that confident manly sort of walk that only pricks seem to have.

"Yeah." You said, shivering once your foot stepped out the door. The shit shirt (as you referred to it as) was only making matters worse considering how thin the material was.

Upon your sudden fixation with the cold, your boyfriend took off his leather jacket and placed it over your shoulders in an attempt at comforting you. It wasn't entirely warm, but it would do.

"I feel like life is just getting worse. Everything is a downward spiral and we're all just inevitably spiraling with it. There's nothing to live for. We're all consumed by the media that tells us to kill ourselves. Nothing is right." You eventually admitted to Tyler who was preparing another cigarette from his pocket. Grinning, it seemed as though he liked your response considering how he didn't have to pry the information out of you.

"You sure you don't just need a shower?" He asked, walking alongside you purposely going through all the puddles accompanying the sidewalk you were on. He was strange like that. You were sure there was a poetic meaning to it as there always seems to be, but you didn't feel like figuring it out in this moment.

"Well, that too. But I'm serious, Tyler. Everything is shitting on everything else."

"I agree with you. The world is chaotic and terrible and beyond redemption. Humans redeeming themselves? Forget about it."

"Exactly. It's just-"

"-but there are some good things."

You stopped in your tracks. Did Tyler just contradict his every statement? He's always rambling on about the terrors of the world the unfortunateness of the human condition. It's always the media that's cynical. Down with the patriarchy. Everything sucks. Why was he disagreeing with you now?

"What do you mean by good things?" You asked, genuinely curious by his change in demeanor.

"I say fuck your life's perception. You're entirely right about everything. The world is beyond saving. People are dying everyday and the rich get away with murder. We're slaves to the television. But- there are some things worth living for."

Curious, you give Tyler that look which reads "what are you going on about?" In an urge for him to continue. The puddles stopped the closer and closer you guys made it to town and his shoes eventually stopped making the rubbery squeaking noises of clothing material hitting water. Gravel replaced the mud and Tyler started to kick the stray rocks beneath his feet.

"Like what?" You ask.

"Like soap. Literature. Arson. Bagel Bites. You." He says, matter of fact as if he didn't have to think of the answer at all. He was such a a badass, seeing the world for the way it was; grimy and worthless. He taught life lessons to the space monkeys he kept in the basement of Paper Street. There was no special little snowflake attitude about him. He was solely the most interesting and intelligent human being. From the way he wore his clothes to the way he treated everyone else. The way he smoked and the way he preferred baths over showers. He was always the first to willingly touch the city subway railings not caring if he got sick. He blew shit up for fun. And now he was telling you that you were something good about his life, something that he valued so little.

"You- you mean it?"You ask, reaching for his hand now that the sidewalk was level.

"About what I said in regards to Bagel Bites?" He joked with a knowing smile. "Of course."

"No, asshole. About me."

"Oh," he pretended to think for a moment, "yes."

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

Just rewatched s1-3 of vampire diaries and the first of season 4. here are some rambles/ lotta anti delena.

stefan was enjoyable as ripper

damon is unlikable to me but has good one liners/is his best with stefan.

ana/jeremy/vicky/jeremy ftw/ bonnie/jeremy =????

Rebekah i dont know if i can hate cause elena did stab her in the back and idprobbemadtoo.. deserves better than klaus which is a given/her fling with stefan was cute

damon/rose friendship was nice for the 5 seconds we saw of it.

my crackship is eliajh/elena for a bit.

Katherine was bae in s2.. missed in s3

Caroline is momma queen

Klaus is a lot more boring than i remembered

Stefan is baby ..

i think i liked elena the most in s2 and whenever she called out damon in s1

tyler broke his bones 100s of times to be with caroline that is true love right there..

Stelena should have been endgame and Delena makes zero sense

damon Does not respect Elenas choices

s1 tries to compel a kiss out of her/ gives her a sex dream with him / is the reason Vicky is dead/ Rapes Caroline/uses her as a blood bag/ nearly kills bonnie/

s2 Kills Jeremy because elena rejects his advances/ threatens jeremy at the carnival later when confronted by him/ its no wonder jeremy looks at damon/elena making out and is just.. notgettingit.. it makes no sense.

Elena feeling anything romantic to damon makes no sense after that.. it just doesn't.

damon complants about not being able to be a better man get grating after a while.

klaroline makes less sense than delena at least damon/elena knew eachother these two just met/comes out of nowhere. and caroline sleeping with him is OOC/Bad writing after he killed Tyler girlwouldnever. I like toxic ships .. but they gotta make.. sense.. outside of hot girl/hot boy.

i wonder how the make klaus likable in the originals to get a spinoff it has to be that actors accent he does have a nice voice.

defan/stelena/forwood/matt/caroline/ elena/matt.. are the best relationships to me.

all the teenagers deserved better .. they were just babies just want one day of peace for the characters justone..

futher thoughts. Bonnie Deserves Better. Her grandma dies/ Her mom is turned a vampire/ her grandma gets punished on the other side cause shes forced to help Klaus. these vamps are ruining her life.

thats all i gotta say i'll prob keep watching but i dont look forward to the rest of the show knowing by spoilers how it ends

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Scars (Doctor Who (2005) fanfiction)

Story Summary

When being intimate for the first time, the Doctor discovers that Rose has a few scars, and some have stories that the Doctor doesn’t particularly like.

1/1 chapters. For the Tentoo x Rose Microfic Challenge; @tentoorosemicrofics

Prompts: Worry; duel; icy; hospital; war; slitheen.

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Word Count: 1159

Chapter Content/Tags: Scars/past injuries; hurt/comfort; angst.

Link (AO3), or read below!

Story

Rose was in utter bliss when the Doctor brought her to bed for the first time. It took a little while, having silently agreed to reacquaint themselves with each other and properly, officially develop their romance before getting tangled in the sheets together like that. They couldn’t deny themselves the intimacy and comfort of sharing a bed, being able to hold each other and being reassured that their life wasn’t some wild fantasy. 

As his gentle hands curled around her clothes, slowly peeling them off of her body and pressing featherlight kisses along her silky smooth skin, her excitement was growing deeper and fuller, each touch and caress like liquid fire straight to her core. She encouraged him with soft, tender noises and with the way her firsts bunched up against his back, and the way his breathing sharpened and deepened with each inch of her body that became bare to him, she knew that their intense feelings were mutual.

However, this prolonged and slowly building eagerness and need ceased without warning when the Doctor paused after tugging off her trousers. His lips and hands stilled where they were on her body, his breathing hitched and would’ve stopped entirely if he had retained his respiratory bypass, and when Rose glanced into her lover’s eyes with her hooded, dazed ones, she felt her brow furrow when she discovered that his gaze was filled with pure worry.

“Doctor?” she murmured with a breathy voice, stroking one side of his face comfortingly. Usually, this would draw him back down to Earth, but he was entirely fixated on whatever he had discovered.

“Rose,” he began quietly, “what’s that?” he questioned. Rose followed where his focus had landed and felt her own breath hitch when she saw that he had found one of her scars. 

On the flat of her navel was a puffy, shiny-looking, raised lump of skin that was pinker than the rest of her skin. It melded into her flesh, smoothing out into her untarnished complexion. But it still stood out on the valley of her body and was still a strong sight to behold even after a year or so of existence. 

“Rose?” he asked once more, with heightened urgency, when she didn’t respond. His eyes were more intense with fear now, slightly glazed over. “What happened? Who did this to you?” he demanded with an air of anger in both his face and tone, her silence only encouraging him to theorise the worst-case scenarios. She licked her lips, nervous about discussing this with him. 

“It’s nothing,” she assured him.

“ Rose ,” he insisted, the desperation in his voice clear as tears piqued in the corners of his eyes. She sucked in a breath, drawing her hands into her lap and fiddling with her fingers anxiously, unconsciously slipping one thumb into her mouth and beginning to chew on her hangnails.

“Please don’t get mad,” she requested as quietly as possible, glancing up at him. His brow knotted together and he ran his knuckles over her cheek.

“ Never , love,” he cooed. 

“Well, you know it took a few tries to find you again, right? To get to the right dimension?” she began, and the Doctor’s jaw clenched and body tensed all over as he started to hypothesise what this opening statement implied. He nodded stiffly, still hovering over her. Their arousal was non-existent now, but neither of them cared. This conversation was worth having and prioritising. “Uh, sometimes I found myself in tight situations or in bad locations. And with the wait time for the canon to recharge, things… things could get bad,” she explained with a tight voice. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he encouraged, dropping a soft kiss on her knuckles as he picked up one jittery hand. He rubbed soothing circles into her skin with his thumb. “You can tell me.”

“That one is from when I landed on an ice biome of some sort. It was freezing and in the early days of jumping, so I didn’t have an adequate kit on me. No thermals, extra layers, heat source, or anything—just a t-shirt and jacket on my back. I also landed in some bushes so my clothes got torn, so I got frostbite all over me. I recovered relatively well, but I got that scar,” she informed him. “Mum and Pete didn’t want me to keep going after that, but…”

He sighed heavily. “You insisted.” She gave a small, embarrassed nod. “And… there’s other scars?” he concurred, and she offered a similar nod. His eyes did all the pleading, and Rose obliged. She rolled over onto her stomach beneath him, and Rose heard him suck in a sharp breath as he took in her large scar that traced down her left shoulder blade.

“Would you believe me if I told you I got caught up in a Slitheen war? I tried to lay low as soon as I realised what was going on, but I was found by one last minute. Tried to grab me, we had a duel and… let’s just say I landed in the hospital for a few weeks,” she recounted with a tense smile as she looked over her shoulder.

He looked positively destroyed by her story, one of the tears that had grown trickling down his cheek. She started to turn back over, ready to comfort him, but one hand landed on her shoulder and gently ushered her flat on her stomach again. She gave him a confused glance.

“Just… just let me…” he spoke softly. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her mutilated skin, trailing tender kisses down the mark that served as a reminder of how dangerous Slitheen can really be. Once done, he guided her back onto her back and kissed the frostbite scar. He looked up at her from where he was kneeling, eyes pleading and begging. 

“Anywhere else?”

She showed him the other marks, some from jumping and others not. He worshipped each scar, murmuring words beneath his breath at times. Once her entire body had been inspected and touched, they shared a few kisses and resumed their earlier intentions. 

They made love as close as physically possible, pouring their entire souls into it. The vulnerability of Rose sharing her body with him earlier added a whole other layer of intimacy and deepness to this exploration of physical need together, carrying them into heavily emotional climaxes that were unionised. 

Afterwards, collapsing into each other’s arms in sated bliss and eventually crawling into a tight cuddle, they drifted off into sleep, his fingers tracing her scars as they did. He loved his Rose for sacrificing so much and putting herself through hell to get back to him, and he would make that appreciation known every day for the rest of their lives together. She loved her Doctor for being her rock and continuing to love her even for her flaws, and would do the same offering for him.

[harmony88]

Are You My Mummy?

Chapter excerpt from the latest post on my story, Are You My Mummy?

Read the whole thing so far here!

“There you are, Rose Tyler. A hand ready to hold.”

“My Doctor,” she hummed, wrapping her injured digits around his neck, and he leaned down, kissing her slowly. It deepened only for a moment before he pulled away, his eyes searching hers for an invitation to ask how she felt about all of this. They could only avoid it for so long…

She beat him to it.

“Something is happening, Doctor.”

“Yep.”

“Something we can't explain."

“Yep.”

“And we shagged all night instead of dealing with it.”

“Ye– what ?”

Her hand dropped from his shoulder, and he watched as she crossed to the safe and opened it, pointing at the vase. “We need to talk about this."

He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms, fighting the impulse he had to snarkily say it was a vase, because she was saying that like it was new information. Like they hadn't been dancing around it for weeks. Like he wasn't about to bring it up himself, before she'd made that comment about shagging. What did that mean anyway? They shagged practically every day, but if she was upset about that, or felt like it was a poor distraction, then, well... Then this vase didn't matter at all, did it? All that mattered was her, and here he was just starting to think that he'd been overthinking, that maybe she was just as intrigued by all of this as he was, but something about the way she was looking at him was igniting every insecurity he'd ever had.

(Did she think they could handle it? Did she still want him?)

"You gonna say anything, then?"

“Ladies first.”

"No,” she snapped. “You’re the one who has been saying this sort of stuff doesn’t matter. You go first.”

“That’s not what I’ve said. I've said life before doesn't matter.”

“And this doesn't feel like something straight out of that?!"

“Could be. Could not be.”

He was irritating her, that much was obvious. Especially when she grabbed the vase and almost threw it on the table, shivering a little when the voice whispered in her ear.

(He shivered, too.)

“I just…I  feel…”

“What, Rose?” he asked longingly.

She groaned, rubbing her eyes. “I don’t want to say it until I know what you feel!”

“What difference does that make?”

“What do you feel, Doctor?”

“Chilly.”

The glare in her eyes made him reconsider.

“I mean, I… Nothing. It’s a vase. It talks, that’s weird. I’ve not seen it before. It’s…”

He never could finish a sentence, could he?

“Go on, say it,” Rose whispered. He stared at her for a moment, knowing what she was asking, what she meant, but unable to separate the reality of the situation from the pressure stirring in him, and he felt something snap.

That question, always and forever, would have only one answer.

“I love you.”

He said it earnestly, with resolve. He meant it, but when her eyes clamped shut, he threw his hands in the air in exasperation, because how else was he supposed to respond? “That’s all that matters, isn’t it?! That I love you? Who cares about the rest of it?”

“Can't we just once answer each other?!” she begged. “I know you love me. I love you too. I’m asking how you feel about the vase. How was that sentence going to end?”

“That doesn't matter, Rose. I love you - that’s the only ending of any sentence I’ve ever uttered that’s ever mattered. Please.”

She stared at him, her heart racing, starting to see his deflection for what it really was. She took a step closer. “What are you afraid of?"

He clenched his jaw, and when he gripped the edge of the desk in frustration, she felt her composure crack. “I love you.”

“I miss it, too, you know.”

Her voice was so quiet, he barely heard her.

But he had heard her.

And it sent a wave of something through him that threatened to be his undoing.

When their eyes met, she saw his desperation.

“We can’t go back this time, Rose,” he said slowly, like he was reminding himself as much as he was her. “We can’t see what happened for ourselves and piece it all together. The stars can’t help…”

“I know that.”

“I can’t give you what you miss, don’t you see?!” he snapped. Her heart shattered. “All I can give you is that I love you. I’d hoped that was enough. For two years I’ve clung to that. I don’t have the materials to make a sonic screwdriver. We don’t have a TARDIS. I can’t even go on one bloody mission with Torchwood without getting electrocuted. I’m a rubbish Time Lord and I’ve accepted that. Least I thought I had. Yet I look at that vase and I want to find out more. It’s killing me how much I want to, actually. Then I look at you and all I can think is if you miss this and you want bravado, then I'm not him. I'm -"

"Doctor, oh my God. Shhh, shhhh, shhh, stop.”

She had his face in her burned hand faster than he could process it, and he brushed a finger along her lips, staring at her. “I don’t know how to do this without those things, Rose. I’ve got nothing.”

“You've got me.”

Oh.

[brezchez]

I remember - Tenrose

Welcome to the first of my 1989 themed fics! I know that Style is before this, but I'm having a bit of trouble writing it at the moment so I'll be releasing the next ones and hopefully, before this is all over I'll have written it.

This fic is written from Rose's perspective, sort of like a diary entry in a way, and takes place around 5 months after their goodbye in 'Doomsday' (I'm still in mourning). If you spot any lyric references, comment them!

With that all being said, enjoy :)

Song: Out Of The Woods

Pairing: Tenrose (Tenth Doctor X Rose Tyler) - Doctor Who

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I once knew a man called The Doctor. He, like his name, was strange, mysterious and confusing; you could rarely ever get a straight answer out of him. And if you managed to, it would only be because you’d have to force every damn bone in his body to get it out. 

When he talked, it would sometimes be as if he was only saying words, making noise, not as if he knew that someone was listening.

But I was.

I was always hearing The Doctor. I soaked up his endless rants like a sponge absorbing water, and I loved it. Somewhere along the lines, I think that, one day, he picked up that I was actually there, that I was someone who was present with him in the moment, someone who was willing to truly pay attention to every word that flew out of those pinkish little lips of his.

He saw me, like I saw him, and that was all I needed in life.

Looking at it now, it all seemed so simple. Those adventures that we’d have all seem like distant dreams now. What I wouldn’t give to go on just one more with him. Please, just one. Every night, I look up at the stars. I search for that blue box, knowing that I’d never find it yet still clinging onto that glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I will. Mum says that she understands, and I suppose to an extent she does. But she’ll never know how much my heart aches and cries and screams for him. And neither will he. He’s probably off bouncing between galaxies and shooting all over space, battling evil forces and saving the entire universe from destruction. The worst part is that he won't have anyone with him. He's alone, and that’s what breaks me the most.

During every adventure we’d go on together, my head told me it wasn’t safe. I always knew that there was a looming danger hanging over me, whispering in my ear that whatever foreign planet that we were on would be the last I’d ever step on. The constant questions: Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? They’d continuously ring in my ears like sirens blaring, but I’d ignore them.

That constant anxiety of being around The Doctor; I’ll admit it was suffocating and of course frightening. But at the same time, it was also so thrilling. To know that I would spend the rest of my days living on, not just the edge of the universe but also the edge of life; I revelled in the feeling. And to also be by The Doctor’s side through it all? I knew that that was all I wanted. Gone was the boring life I knew as a shop assistant in London - I never wanted to go back.

But of course, fate had other plans.

Looking at it now, The Doctor and I… we were built to fall apart, yet somehow we’d always find a way to fall back together. It was as if we were defying the laws of time and space itself by surviving through everything. Our first adventure (with his new dashing face) on New Earth, becoming stranded on Krop Tor, dealing with aliens in 1953 or even stopping an attack from outer space during the 2012 London Olympics. All the while, those questions: ‘Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet?’, they would echo over and over and over again, swarming in my mind. There were times where I’d think they’d come true and the end would finally catch up to me.

However, we pulled through it all, and we did it together. But I guess, with every disaster that we made out of alive, the angrier the universe became. Until finally, we were dealt the final blow and I was separated from him. Forever.

Not a day goes by that I don’t remember his face; in those final moments that I saw him, the real him, not just a hollow image of a man I used to be able to touch. I remember his expression as clearly as if I was still there, the daleks screaming as they were being sucked into that void and me, clinging onto that damn lever like a lifeline. His eyes, wide with dread as his face paled in horror; it burned into my memory, scarring me forever. Whenever I close my eyes, I can still see it.

The next time I saw him, it wasn’t him. Not really. He said it himself, “just an image, no touch”. I remember how quickly my heart dropped and all my hope vanished. I remember breaking down, sobbing, falling into a million pieces right in front of him. I remember wishing that we would hold me, comfort me, tell me it was just a glitch in the system that he could easily fix, like he always knew how. But he had to tell me the truth that I wouldn’t face.

I still remember that grin on his face that always did its best to hide The Doctor’s true emotions, and those silly, sweet eyes that would betray him, and lay himself bare to me when we said goodbye. The last things he said to me, that I was the one adventure he could never have, will stay with me forever, cemented in my memories like the stars in the sky.

I’ll always remember the aching of my heart, the screaming pain of confessing through my sobs, “I love you.” And I’ll always remember his final words…that were never finished.

“Rose Tyler…”

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I once knew a man called The Doctor. He, like his name, was strange, mysterious and confusing. But that’s who he was, and that’s who he’ll always be. Maybe I’ll never know what he was going to say to me that day, at Bad Wolf Bay. Maybe I’ll never truly know if he ever loved me back. Maybe I'll never know if I'll ever see him again.

But I'm out of the woods now. Hopefully, I'll be in the clear soon too.

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