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Western Immersion (11/?)

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Summary: A visit to an imitation of the Old West gets complicated when the TARDIS goes missing. Will the Doctor and Rose find the TARDIS, or will they have to make a life in the small town they’re confined to?

Author’s Note: This chapter is still teen, and the next couple should be, too, unless the Doctor and Rose get carried away. I did decide, however, after being informed it was my only option, that this will get upped to an adult rating when the time is right.

Betas: scullywolf and re-sile

Rating: Teen.

Find the story on Tumblr, Tsp, ao3, or ff.net.

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When he sucked gently on her lower lip, she was shocked out of her immobility, pressing her body against his and eagerly returning the kiss, completely oblivious to who else might be around to see Rose Tyler and the Doctor, snogging on a public street, unaware of anything but herself and him and how they touched.

Then she felt tapping on her shoulder.

She pulled back reluctantly, looking into the Doctor’s eyes, which were hungry and flickering with emotion, before turning around to see who was trying to get her attention.

“You folks tryin’ to get locked up again?” said the man standing in front of them, whose name Rose couldn’t quite remember, Frank or Fred or something. Any chance she had of recalling his name was ruined when the Doctor moved so he was directly behind her instead of beside her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders.

Chapter 11 of Western Immersion is done and just awaiting final beta approval. I’m working on chapter 12 until I have to do actual paid work, so I have a couple of hours (my house can remain a wreck, right??). 

I’m trying to finish the 15-16 chapters by the end of October, because I am working on original fic for November. Bear with me for that month while I’m unlikely to be posting much here. I’ll make up for it in December. I’m thinking about doing an Advent calendar sort of thing, though it might only be ficlets and not full chapters/stories/whatnot; we’ll see. I’ll post again when I’m taking prompts for that :) I’m on vacation for half of December, so time will be limited, but having some time I have to take for myself each day sounds like a good plan to have in place, and I’m usually able to recharge while writing.

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Anonymous asked:

Will you answer my questions?

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I answer any questions :)*

*Some I’d rather not make public and may request anon be turned off.

gedankeninventur:

Doctor Who Meme: five Brotps [1/5]

Jack, Nine and Rose

But closing a rift always leaves a scar and that scar generates energy, harmless to the human race-

But perfect for the TARDIS. Just park it here for a couple of days right on top of the scar and-"  "Open up the engines, soak up the radiation-

Like filling her up with petrol and off we go!"  "Into time!"  "And space!

My god, have you seen yourselves? You all think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

(via allegoricalrose)

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greatspacedustbin asked:

TenToo x Rose - photobooth? :D

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anniviech:

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He knows it’s cliché and soppy, but he can’t help putting his copy of the photos into his wallet to carry with him. (If he already has to carry one of those things with him now, he might as well make it worthwhile.)

halorvic:

I love the relationship between Ten and Rose, but jumping straight to season 2 without seeing how things started with Nine is like starting a book from the middle.

halorvic:

I love the relationship between Ten and Rose, but jumping straight to season 2 without seeing how things started with Nine is like starting a book from the middle.

(via tinyconfusion)

Western Immersion (10/?)

Summary: A visit to an imitation of the Old West gets complicated when the TARDIS goes missing. Will the Doctor and Rose find the TARDIS, or will they have to make a life in the small town they’re confined to?

Betas: scullywolf and re-sile

Rating: Strong teen at the end.

Find the story on Tumblr, Tsp, ao3, or ff.net.

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Rose toyed with the knot under her chin, making sure her new bonnet was tightly fastened. She fiddled with the register, then straightened the log book and leaflets for a third time. When the door jangled and opened, she jumped.

Simon Bartl walked into the store and joined her at the counter.

“The sheriff is headed back to his office. Finished his noon meal a little faster than usual when he heard you were waiting to pick up the Doctor.” Simon smiled. “Lea mentioned I might want to give you the rest of the day off. It isn’t a terribly busy day, so if you’d like to go pick up your husband and come back in the morning, I can handle the store for the afternoon.”

“Really?” she asked, moving around the counter. “Thank you!” She touched his arm briefly, glancing at his customary stack of papers. The page on top showed a chart on pricing trends for cloth, nothing that might indicate he was more than he seemed. She left, moving briskly toward the jail.