No Longer A Writing Blog

I’m finally giving in and posting the only multi-part fic I wrote for my inbox buddy that I’m really okay with. This is for the @dwinboxbuddies​ event.

I’m just gonna keep it in the structure I sent it in for that ~authentic askbox fic experience~ (and also bc if I reformat it there’s absolutely NO DOUBT my perfectionism will get the better of me and I’d edit it and write more and the cycle will NEVER END)

Ten x Rose

“I’m fine! Stop fussing,” the Doctor whined, trying to pull himself away from Rose’s reach. Rose frowned and just dragged him even closer. “You call this ‘fine’?” she asked, gesturing to the bloody mess that stained his clothes. He had wounds on both his head and his torso, having not left unscathed from their capture. The Doctor sniffed. “I can just fix it myself in the TARDIS,” he said. Rose could only sigh. "Yeah? And where's the TARDIS, then?" (⅕ IBB)

The Doctor paused, avoiding her eyes. "Probably right where we left it," he mumbled. Rose dug a napkin out of her pocket and began dabbing at the blood on his cheek. "You mean before we got chucked in jail, right, Doctor?" she challenged, and he flinched. From her actions or her words, she couldn't tell. "Yeeeaaah... Yep. That's right," he said. "And I'm sure it's not far, so you could just, y'know, let me go and—" "No." "No?" "No." “Not even—” “No.” "Oh.” (⅖ IBB)

“Why won’t you let me help you?” Rose asked, exasperated. "You clearly got the worst of it and it just makes sense, doesn't it? I've even got some bandages." She met his eyes with an imploring look that had him squirming in place, but he didn't answer. After a beat of fruitless silence, she continued, voice softening, "Doctor... I can't just not care. It matters to me when you’re injured. I know you've got 'superior biology' or whatever, but cuts and stuff still hurt, don't they?" (⅗ IBB)

Something in his eyes shifted, and the tension in posture slowly eased away. "Yeah. They do," he admitted. "Sorry, Rose. I was just, well... being an idiot." Rolling up his sleeves and wincing at the friction, the Doctor held himself at her mercy. "Should've known I couldn't hide anything from you. Especially not with all the bleeding," he chuckled. "I thought I'd at least be able to downplay it a bit so you wouldn't worry." Rose shook her head. "You just made me worry more!" (⅘ IBB)

Tbh anon it’s something I’d like to see, too!! I’m sorry tho, I don’t think I can do the prompt any justice. I would definitely be up to it otherwise :’(

Hello anon!! I’m sorry, I only did one of them this time. I hope you still like it anyway <3

642 words, Ten x Rose, inspired by the iconic “beautiful boy” scene in Fear Her

#92 - “Trust me, cuddles are a natural remedy.”

“Rose… do you… do you really have to have that thing with you?” the Doctor asked, eyeing the cat she cradled lovingly in her arms with evident disdain. At his look, the cat only purred louder, generously nuzzling its head into Rose’s cheek. The Doctor scowled.

Rose giggled and lifted her arm to scratch behind the kitten’s ear. She was a peaceful and beautiful sight to behold, lying in bed, her hair sprawled around her like a wild, golden halo. But it was a sight undoubtedly marred by their (rather unwelcome!) guest.

“It’s not a thing, Doctor. It’s a cat. And super cute one at that,” Rose said, voice rising in pitch as the cat affectionately headbutted her. She gave it a kiss, and the Doctor kept glowering.

“But you’re sick! Who knows what sort of microscopic, human-plaguing viruses it could be caring. We don’t know where that thing’s been!”

If her gaze wasn’t so focused on the cat, Rose would’ve graced the Doctor with a roll of her eyes. “Oh, stuff it, yeah? It’s fine and I’m not sick; just got a few sniffles. This little sweetheart’s doing me a favor,” she smiled. “Trust me, cuddles are a natural remedy.”

The Doctor huffed, mumbling, “That’s not a medically sound diagnosis…”

“Doctor,” Rose laughed, finally sparing him a glance. “You’re being ridiculous. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you were jealous.”

She was messing with him, he knew it, but like an idiot he took the bait anyway. “I’m not being ridiculous!” he cried, “I’m just saying! If you’re so dead set on it, there’s—there’s safer, better things out there you could be cuddling instead. Like—”

“Like what?”

Rose was definitely looking at him now. After trying all night, ever since that cat came stalking in, he’s finally got her attention. He absentmindedly adjusted his tie, suddenly feeling caught.

“Like… a stuffed animal, or a pillow, or… or…”

“Or a Time Lord?” she teased.

He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I—well—that wouldn’t have been my first suggestion, but… Ah… Maybe…?”

The Doctor tugged at his ear, trying to keep the hope from seeping into his eyes. But, oh, judging by the look on her face she definitely saw it. She grinned.

“Maybe, hmm?” Rose sat up, gently easing the still-purring cat off of her. She set it down daintily upon the floor and let it tiptoe its way away before scooting over, clearing up some extra space on the bed. “You got me. Sounds interesting,” she said.

“It does?”

She pat the empty space beside her and cast him a meaningful look. “Yeah. So why don’t we give it a try?”

“A try,” he echoed, but he didn’t move, thoughts frozen on the impossibility of what she was offering. He’s been aching to hold Rose Tyler in his arms—properly hold, not just a seconds-long hug—for as long as he could remember. And now…

It took another pat on the mattress before he snapped out of it. Walking over, he shucked off his suit jacket and kicked off his trainers, lifting the covers and easing himself underneath them. His legs brushing delightfully against hers, Rose gestured for him to lie down before turning around and lying down herself. They scooted closer together, his chest meeting her back, and he reflexively wrapped his arms around her. She held his arms in place with her own and used one hand to intertwine their fingers together. With a sigh, she settled into him.

It took the Doctor a second for him to find his breath again. “How’s this?” he whispered.

She hummed contentedly. “Perfect.”

“Better than the cat?” he asked, unable to resist.

Rose chuckled, “Yes, Doctor. Better than the cat.”

He beamed, finally satisfied and just a little bit smug. “Good!”

Hey anon!! You sent this to me yesterday after I’d already gone to bed. So sorry you had to wait. Thank you so much for sending me a prompt!! Feel free to send me more, I certainly need the practice hah :’)

1,182 words, Nine x Rose, Beauty and the Beast AU

#37 - “You… love me?”

#50 - “How can you love me when I’m like this?”

She’s spent enough time with him now to understand that it stopped being a curse a long time ago. Now, it was a punishment. A punishment he was more than willing to accept.

He refused to take the role of a victim. In his heart he was a criminal and nothing more—a renegade, a coward—and the curse just crushed him further, enabled him to lock himself farther and farther away. The curse could have been broken centuries ago, but he would not let it. The Doctor would not give the cure a chance because he believed, like a fool, that he did not deserve it.

After all, how could a monster like him ever deserve love?

Rose, on the other hand, did not agree with him in the slightest. She saw through him, and nothing in all the universe could ever convince her that he was actually right. The Doctor was a monster, yes, but only in a physical sense because of the curse. The curse did not reflect who he truly was. In fact, it lorded over him, shrouding him lies. He was a wonderful person, a broken soldier—a hero, even. Everything but what he believed himself to be.

She might not have been with him before it all fell apart but that didn’t mean she was blind. He told her everything—the servants told her everything—she saw it all in his ancient eyes, heard it escaping his dreams at night. For all of his efforts, he couldn’t stop her from falling in love with him, and if he wasn’t willing to go out and break the curse himself she would just have to do it for him.

She couldn’t watch him suffer any more.

WHOA, sorry this is like hours late! I was on mobile and I didn’t expect I got anything. Thank you!!

433 words, human AU

29. “Can I take you on a date?”

“So…” The Doctor began, fidgeting, “Can I take you on a date?”

Rose gaped at him. 

He hastened to continue, “Well, that’s—if you don’t mind, that is. No pressure, really, I don’t want to make you feel like you have an obligation. I just thought, ‘Hey, maybe she wouldn’t mind?’ and I—”

“Doctor,” Rose interrupted. She placed a hand over his, where it was threatening to completely throttle an innocent jar of preserves. He met her eyes with a slight grimace, relaxing his grip. “What’re you talking about?”

He regarded her then, some of his nervous energy melting into confusion. “I—Did I say the wrong thing somehow? Rose, I’m asking you on a date.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I know that,” she said.

At her response, the Doctor looked hurt. His immediate thought was that she was rejecting him and it must’ve shown on his expression, because the next thing he knew she was sitting up. Something in her eyes shifted, a thought clicking in place.

“Doctor, look around you,” Rose said. She gestured at their surroundings. “Tell me where we are.”

He answered automatically. “The park. Why?”

She sounded like she was explaining a particularly difficult concept to a particularly troubled child. “What do you think we’re doing at the park?”

“Having a picnic, obviously. Rose, I really don’t get how this is supposed to—”

“And who decided we’d be having a picnic in the first place?”

“Well, I did.”

“And who brought all the food?”

“I did.”

“Who drove us here?”

He paused. “I… I did.”

Rose waited for him to continue, to get the big picture, but it flew right by him. “Can’t you see it, Doctor?” she finally asked. “We’re already on a date.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened, “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Her lips curved into a teasing grin. “Took you long enough, you plum.”

The Doctor gave her a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “I figured you thought we were just hanging out as mates. So… if this is a date… then what does that make the others? The, uh, planetarium? The aquarium?”

Rose nodded, “They were too! And the fair, the museum, all those movie nights…”

“Were they any good?”

“I wouldn’t be here now if they weren’t, now would I?”

“Right, right—of course—yes,” he babbled. Then he caught her eye. “Do you want to go on another one?”

Rose scooted up closer to him and bumped him playfully in the shoulder. “Let’s finish this one first, yeah?”