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If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.


I have no truck with narratives that have plots that can be solved/resolved if the characters sat down and had a 20 minute talk.


do you ever come across a fic summary and imagine the mind that came up with it and just wonder

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I Just Want More Fic Without Having to Write It Myself

-A Biography

#not an autobiography for obvious reasons

I don't know what specifically I want, but I know I want baby!fic, so uhhhhh grocery store? :)


I have broken my cardinal rule of not naming the children. I had to name the son to get the dialogue to work. I apologize in advance. I do have a reason behind the name and will be happy to share if you would like, or you can just go on and ignore it. Totally cool either way.

All Ages, baby!fic. 348

"Mumma! I dis for you!" the little girl exclaimed clutching a box of cereal to her chest and walking it over to Rose and the cart.

Rose kneeled down to her daughter, receiving the precious box of cereal. “Thank you, sweetie!”

The little girl beamed up at her mum. “It’s your favorite! Dada likes da one with da tiger.”

All of a sudden Rose hears the smack of trainers on linoleum and the giddy laughter of a toddler followed a tuft of messy chestnut hair streak by an aisle over. The little girl looks at her mum with a surprised look.

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Tentoo, Rose and paparazzi


-prompted by misstylersmith

He learned early on that the paparazzi and Rose Tyler had a… unique relationship. They were crazy about her, the daughter Pete and Jacqueline Tyler had hidden away from the world to give her a normal life. She was a secret, an anomaly in the life of glitter and cocktails, and to her chagrin had become more popular than the President and the living relatives of the monarchy. The Doctor had a good laugh about it, and proceeded to write up a plan of attack- he was used to drawing attention, and knew how to divert it.

They began wearing the same outfits when they went out in public, the Doctor sticking to his blue suit and Rose alternating between three outfits. Even her hairstyle was the same, which frustrated the photographers to no end. Without new material, they couldn’t sell a story.

Instead, the paparazzi came to them on their terms. They moved out of the city to a quiet neighborhood that consisted of a tight-knit social network, and they were quickly accepted as a part of the dynamic. They controlled the stories, going to social events that all the known celebrities went to, overshadowed by actresses and television personalities and musicians. As a heiress Rose was already low down on the interest ladder, and only made headlines when there was little news found.

All in all, they enjoyed a quiet life- at least until their baby TARDIS was ready, and the Doctor landed her in the middle of the Trafalgar Square fountain.

They fell into the water with a splash, and were arrested shortly after for taking a swim in a landmark. The next day, a very wet and unhappy Doctor and Rose Tyler were on the front page, even though they had been released after paying a small fine. Luckily, no one mentioned the police box inexplicably in the fountain, and they were able to sneak back around midnight and free the TARDIS.

“Mum is going to go ballistic,” Rose groaned when she saw the paper. “Dad’s running for President and I need to think of ‘the family image’.”

He looked up over the top of the couch. “It’s official, then? I know he’s been thinking about it for a while now.”

“Yeah, they’re announcing it next week. He’s been an active member in politics even before Mum got to this Universe,” she said.

He smiled and pulled her down into her lap. “This is hardly the worst thing we can do in terms of a scandal. If we really wanted to ruin the image, we’d be caught shagging in an alley.”

“We still have time,” she smirked.

“You belong to me, thanks,” he chuckled. “Don’t want some randy kid getting wanking to a half-dressed Rose Tyler.”

She smiled and kissed him. “You forget that I was wearing a white shirt the day in the fountain and my bra is visible.”

“Oh.” He paused. “It wasn’t the red one, was it?”

“No, just a plain beige.” She winced as the phone began to ring. “Ten quid it’s mum.”

“Fifteen you’ll be deaf five minutes in,” he countered.

They were both right.

Nine reacting to finding out Rose is pregnant with his child.


"You’re joking," he said, faintly.

Rose chewed on her lip. “I took three tests and the TARDIS confirmed it. So much for being sterile.”

"But… but I am. I…" He paused. "Aren’t I?"

"The baby in my stomach says differently," Rose said dryly.

He stared at her. “I’m sorry, Rose. I really thought that…”

"It’s… it’s ok." she said, quietly. "I don’t… I’m not ready to be a mum, but there’s no choice, yeah? There’s no way I’m getting rid of it. S’far as I’m concerned, we’ve done the impossible before."

He pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you sure you’re alright? It’s not like we planned this, Rose. It’s ok to be scared.”

"Course I’m scared," Rose said softly. "I always told myself that I wouldn’t be like mum, getting knocked up when I was young and living on nothing but love… but I wouldn’t change anything."

He didn’t reply for a long time, marveling at her strength and selflessness, even now. Though he desperately wanted to tell her how he felt, he felt that familiar twisting of his gut as he formed the words. “Want to see our baby?” he asked instead.

"Can we?" Rose asked, confused. "I thought I wasn’t far enough long."

"We live in a time and spaceship, Rose, I think the TARDIS is capable of doing things that twenty-first century medicine can’t," he chuckled. "C’mon. To the medbay with you."

She watched him gather the supplies with an apprehensive expression, but when he finally found the image of their child they both stared at the three-dimensional projection. “Is it…”

"I can’t tell the gender," he said. "But it’s only a few weeks old. Barely looks humanoid."

"Is it Gallifreyan?" She whispered.

The Doctor swallowed. “I don’t know. I won’t tell until it’s older. But it doesn’t matter, Rose. Whether our child is Time Lord or human, I’ll care for it just the same.”

She nodded, and the image flickered off as he removed the small device from her abdomen. He held her as she cried, from relief or remorse he couldn’t tell, and if she noticed that he had shed a few of his own she didn’t mention it.

"Come on," he finally said. "We might as well tell your mother."

Do you take story prompts? If so do you think you can do an AU JE fic where Rose grabs hold of Ten and kisses him instead of Tentoo when he says does it it saying.


"Does it need saying?" He said in response to her question.

Rose stared at him. It did, it did need saying, because she had spent years and millions of pounds coming back for him- and here he was standing before her and refusing to say the three words that would let her fragile heart know that everything had been worth it.

She felt the Doctor in blue step up beside her and lay a hand on her arm, felt his warmth seep through her jacket, and she understood. He couldn’t give her those words because he was selfish. If he did, he wouldn’t be a Time Lord and would simply become a man. A man who wouldn’t be able to take her loss again.

Rose nodded and stepped up to press her lips gently to his, pulling away after a second. “Don’t be alone,” she said, softly, and turned to join the other Doctor. She took his hand and led him to where her mum stood, watching them sadly.

Donna placed her hand on the Doctor’s arm. “You ok?”

He nodded. “She has her family again,” he said, and turned. “Let’s get back, Donna.”

When the TARDIS left, Rose shed a tear before giving a small smile to the Doctor that had stayed. “Don’t suppose you know how to get back to London?” she asked, weakly.

"I love you, Rose Tyler," he said solemnly. "Even if he was too much a coward to say it."

She nodded. “I know.” There was a pause. “You know, I have him a kiss goodbye…”

The Doctor leaned over to kiss her, and when they broke apart he smiled gently. “Hello, Rose Tyler. Long time no see.”

"Yeah," she said, one hand moving to cup the back of his head. "Let’s not do that again."

He chuckled and pulled her into a tight hug.

Baby!fic request: Rose tells TenToo she's pregnant with their first baby.


Teen, baby!fic. 562

It’d been two weeks.

Two weeks of pacing up and down the same isle in Tescos every time she was in. Her eyes glanced by that same group of pink, purple, and sometimes blue cardboard boxes in the family planning section. The second-guessing and doubt weighing on her mind. She was sometimes off by a day or two, but never a week let alone two.

Four opened cardboard boxes in pinks and purples, and one blue, littered the ensuite’s floor. Rose sits, leaning up against the bathroom door.

“‘Well, four-out-of-four top brands agree, YOU are pregnant,’” she mocks with a huff, twisting the plastic stick between her fingers.

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