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bons vivants 3/? (ten/rose, chef AU)

stoprobbersfic:

bons vivants (n.) (french) plural, a person who is living the good life; someone who lives luxuriously and enjoys good food and drink

ten/rose, chef AU 
rating currently: adult enough ;)

chapter 1 | chapter 2

It takes all of his willpower not to text her first thing in the morning, but he knows all too well how delicious the lie in on your day off feels, and damned if he’s going to ruin it for her. 

Plus he’s got some thinking to do. What kind of date is chips, after all? It’s not a formal affair, at least he doesn’t think so; he could name half a dozen restaurants off the top of his head that would give them a fried potato experience that could very well eclipse all chips had before or since, but he doesn’t think that’s what Rose meant when she said he could take her out for chips. He doesn’t think that’s the kind of girl she is. Her refined palate and creative approach to cooking had been more than evident last night as she’d sent that exquisite parade of plates to him, but when she’d leaned in close and, tongue between her teeth, that hadn’t been a ploy to get a five star meal. Which means she’s either got a favorite chip shop in mind, or she wants him to take her to his favorite chip shop.

Standing at his counter, tea in one hand and toast halfway to his mouth in the other, the Doctor freezes. What is his favorite chip shop? What chip shops has he been to? He’s been to countless, surely, but suddenly he can’t name a single one. Every single chip he’s eaten in his life disappears as if it simply never happened, has been written over in time, has fallen out of his brain. He can’t even name the place down the street.

He’s going to make a bloody fool of himself.

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bons vivants 3/? (ten/rose, chef AU)

bons vivants (n.) (french) plural, a person who is living the good life; someone who lives luxuriously and enjoys good food and drink

ten/rose, chef AU 
rating currently: adult enough ;)

chapter 1 | chapter 2

It takes all of his willpower not to text her first thing in the morning, but he knows all too well how delicious the lie in on your day off feels, and damned if he’s going to ruin it for her. 

Plus he’s got some thinking to do. What kind of date is chips, after all? It’s not a formal affair, at least he doesn’t think so; he could name half a dozen restaurants off the top of his head that would give them a fried potato experience that could very well eclipse all chips had before or since, but he doesn’t think that’s what Rose meant when she said he could take her out for chips. He doesn’t think that’s the kind of girl she is. Her refined palate and creative approach to cooking had been more than evident last night as she’d sent that exquisite parade of plates to him, but when she’d leaned in close and, tongue between her teeth, that hadn’t been a ploy to get a five star meal. Which means she’s either got a favorite chip shop in mind, or she wants him to take her to his favorite chip shop.

Standing at his counter, tea in one hand and toast halfway to his mouth in the other, the Doctor freezes. What is his favorite chip shop? What chip shops has he been to? He’s been to countless, surely, but suddenly he can’t name a single one. Every single chip he’s eaten in his life disappears as if it simply never happened, has been written over in time, has fallen out of his brain. He can’t even name the place down the street.

He’s going to make a bloody fool of himself.

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fic: a slight shift of perspective (1/1)

lauraxxtennant:

Ok, so ages ago - I can’t even remember when or why - I think I had a talk with people on here about writing a sort of AU wherein Rose was an escort prior to meeting the Doctor. Possibly to do with that question at a convention from someone which touched on the subject (presumably to do with Billie’s back-then new role in Secret Diary of a Call Girl.) David, I think, answered that he’d take her as he found her, (meaning he wouldn’t judge that sort of thing) and Billie had to explain to him the double entendre in his sentence ;) Anyway! Here is a fic. 

Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose; Rose Tyler’s secret occupation is revealed to the Doctor, the man she just met during an almost-alien invasion, moments after he gives her the offer of a lifetime. 8,600, oneshot.

Rose met the man quite by chance, just as she was walking alongside the entrance to the department store she often shopped in. He was striding towards the building intently, even though it had just closed for the night, and she felt compelled to let him know this.

His shoulders shrugged inside a battered leather jacket. “Go anywhere I want, me.”

"But you can’t - it’s closed - my mate works in there and they’ve all left for the evening."

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Stoprobbers is awesome in so many ways and is an absolutely amazing writer. I'm just in awe of her talent and turn of phrase. asked by Anonymous

david x billie: honing their craft

thebadddestwolf:

vaguely inspired by this gifset
2,100 words, adult
david and billie get drunk and act out a sex scene. what could go wrong?!

It’s on a false pretense that David finds himself on Billie’s sofa, gulping down chilled lager while she swirls red wine in her glass.

He’d crafted the idea months ago, after the first episode of her new show aired and he heard her make sounds that surpassed even the best conjurings of his imagination. And so when he took on a new role that called for several bedroom scenes, he saw the opportunity and pounced.

How could he have known she’d have the house to herself?

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Fic Tennis Round 22 - Ninth Doctor/Rose AU

gallifreyburning:

gallifreyburning:

allrightfine and I are at it again — another round of fic tennis, this one a Nine/Rose au of some sort tbd by Jamie. If you want to skip the fic-writing shenanigans, savior “fic tennis”! This post is the serve — i.e., the prompt that Jamie will work off of for this match:

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(photo by James Mackay)

allrightfine:

It’s the third time the bloke’s been in front of the shop in as many days.

If it were later, she’d think he was a drunk, and if he were younger, she’d think he was a dealer, but it’s been the middle of the day every time, the line he paces is always straight as an arrow, and he seems to actively avoid other people, which is a terrible tactic for someone trying to sell drugs.

A couple of times he’s gotten close to the door, his hand lifting for the handle only to fall back down as he continues his circuit, wearing a groove in the pavement.

She’s seen hesitancy before, but not quite on this scale, and not on someone she can’t get a read on. She can’t even see his skin — he’s got on a thick leather jacket and trousers — so there’s no clues, no assumptions, nothing to do for it but ask.

The bell above the door tinkles when she opens it, and she squints at the sunlight that suddenly seems a lot brighter without the tinted windows of the shop in the way.

“Hey,” she says, and the man looks at her. “Do you want a tattoo or not?”

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fic: A Praise Chorus, 7/7. (Ten/Rose, high school AU)

allrightfine:

(the late ’90s/early ’00s American high school AU too many of us lived to actually need.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6AO3 | Teaspoon 

7,549 words, this section; adult, definitely adult, this section.

a/n: I said this would be seven chapters, and it is, but I wish I’d split them slightly differently, because this one is long, and it goes almost right into, like, smut. So, if you need a little build up to get in that head-space, maybe re-read part of the previous chapter? Thanks for reading at all, actually, this one was fun! (and for the record, for the folks that asked, I was class of ‘01, so that’s what I was working with here, mostly.)

Title from Jimmy Eat World’s song of the same name.

If he lives to be 90, hell, if he lives to be 900, he is always going to remember this moment.

Making out with Rose Tyler in the teacher’s lounge during the homecoming dance — it’s destined to become one of those stories he tells, and retells, a testament to his glory days, and he is living it right now.

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Out of the Howling (1/?)

oodlyenough:

Authors: oodlyenough & goldy_dollar

Rating:  PG-13

Characters/Pairings: Ten II/Rose

Genre: Angst, drama

Summary: Six years after Bad Wolf Bay, Rose gets a message from another universe.

Excerpt: Whatever reaction she’d expected from telling her boyfriend that his alien duplicate from another universe was contacting her telepathically, this wasn’t it.

Read it on: Tumblr / LJ (eventually) / Teaspoon


A voice was calling Rose Tyler’s name.

"Rose."

She tried to reach out but there was nothing. She felt lost in a fog. There was a tingle in the back of her mind, a memory trying to pull its way out, and the voice came again:

"Rose."

She knew that voice; she’d heard it before.

"Rose."

A ghost reaching out. Please don’t go, she tried to say. I know you. If I could just… just… remember…

And then: “Help me.”

Fingers snapped in front of her face.

"Rose? Rose are you even listening to me?” Rose jerked awake and Jackie’s annoyed face swam into view. She was standing in front of Rose, one hand on her hip, the other waving a spatula accusingly in Rose’s face. “For the last time, did you want chicken or a kebab?”

Rose winced as bright sunlight rushed into her eyes. She reached up to scratch her head, and then glanced around her. She was in a back garden, curled up on a lawn chair.

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fic: A Praise Chorus, 6/7. (Ten/Rose, high school AU)

allrightfine:

"All right there, Dawson’s Creek, let’s not get crazy."

He stares at her. “Donna, we’ve been over this — his name is Dawson, they live on a creek, calling me ‘Dawson’s Creek’ is calling me a fictional body of water.”

(the late ’90s/early ’00s American high school AU too many of us lived to actually need.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5AO3 | Teaspoon 

5,594 words, this section.

Title from Jimmy Eat World’s song of the same name.

Getting Reinette home is fairly easy, he just drives there, and doesn’t say anything about her lunch invitation. He doesn’t really say anything at all, actually, except for the tiny groan he lets out when the memory of sitting slumped on her sofa, both of them drunkenly sharing childhood stories, comes flooding back.

He doesn’t talk about that stuff to anyone, and now that the memory’s back, he knows he entered the conversation with a mind to only talk about her, but somehow she’d flipped it, and they’d been sharing stories equally.

It makes him feel uncomfortable, and exposed. If he were to share that stuff, some stuff not even Donna knows, it would only be with Rose, and it would only be while he was sober and willing.

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fic: A Praise Chorus, 5/7. (Ten/Rose, high school AU)

allrightfine:

“Looking to get something blown, that’s for sure,” Donna snarks, and that’s it, he’s had enough. Donna doesn’t understand. Donna will never understand, and he’s not going to explain it to her.

(the late ’90s/early ’00s American high school AU too many of us lived to actually need.)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4AO3 | Teaspoon 

4,176 words, this section.

Title from Jimmy Eat World’s song of the same name.

When Donna asks him, six days later, whether this new Reinette thing is about Rose, he tells her no.

When he asks himself, six days and one minute later, whether this new Reinette thing is about Rose, he tells himself no.

Both things are probably a lie. 

But it hadn’t started as that, not exactly, not … entirely. 

Alphabetical order being what it was, and AP Physics being as difficult as it was, it was only normal that he’d end up as an ‘S’ with a ‘P’ for a lab partner. 

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