Some of my headcanons for Tentoo x Rose (cause why not, it’s quarantine time and I need some softness in my life):
It’s the Doctor who drives the whole “making a home with Rose Tyler” initiative, where he surprises her one day with their weird shell-like three-storey house which looks like it came straight out of Dali’s paintings, with a glass roof, huge telescope, grunge interior and round things on the walls, of course. (Rose is flabbergasted by this gesture and thinks the Doctor has finally lost it, which gets him quite indignant because while he’s searching for the quickest way to be able to escape to the stars, he is also excited to settle in their own place. He finally bought a purple sofa, for heaven’s sake!)
In some quiet moments when the Doctor is growing the TARDIS in his lab in Big Ben, Rose likes to hug him tightly from behind, lay her hands on where both of his hearts would be and oversee what he is working on from behind his shoulder. He keeps a straight face and a running commentary on which part of the console he is working on now, although his heart rate goes up considerably and he makes sure to hold her hand when he needs to disentangle himself to reach for a tool, thus keeping her in place, and entangle himself back once he took what he needed.
As much as Rose has been the initiator of their relationship, it’s the Doctor that usually jumps her at every convenient occasion once his mind realises that a) he can touch her now without fear or guilt and b) she enjoys it quite a lot.
Usually Rose gets exactly 10 minutes of freedom in bed before the already sleeping Doctor seeks her out and starts his own alien invasion by throwing all his limbs at her and basically settling on top of Rose for the night with his nose squished firmly into the crook of her neck. She complains about him being heavy and way too hot, but then one night they happen to be apart and she can’t fall asleep with that weight missing. She stops complaining after that.
The Doctor likes to lay his head on Rose’s chest, close his eyes and nudge her hand to let her run her fingers through his hair or stroke his ear. Notwithstanding all the hugs and hand-holding he realises he’s never been touched and held quite like that before.
They still fight from time to time, because the Doctor is not only still rude but also has a whole arsenal of Donna’s snarky phrases, and Rose is just as stubborn.
They find a vortex manipulator and indulge in travelling through time on Earth to catch up on the alternative history and escape the boredom of ordinary life when it becomes too much for them.
They finally manage to grow their TARDIS, which Rose insists, should be a blue phone box and a blue phone box only, because if they travel somewhere, they are going to do it with style. (”You don’t see Spock changing Millenium Falcon on every trip, Doctor. It’s iconic!” “It’s Han Solo, Rose”)
They get their Little Trouble after ten years or so, which comes completely by (a very welcome) surprise, considering that they are still partly different species and Rose jumping dimensions has taken its toll on her body.
Little Trouble is soon promoted to a “Ms Captain” on the TARDIS because while she has her father’s brilliant mind, she also has her mother’s smile, which turns a said father into goo. She has an exclusive spot on his shoulders (because a good captain of the ship always needs to see what’s happening) and a unique privilege to style his hair in the meantime so that when they bump into slightly aggressive aliens once, the Doctor goes full Oncoming Storm on them only to hear Rose’s helpless cackling behind him. As it turns out having a raging timelord with five colourful little ponytails all over his head is not the most effective way to scare off creatures (but surely a good icebreaker to persuade them you are not a threat).
Little Trouble outlives her parents by a very long shot. She’s born “more like her father than her father himself”, having a set of two hearts from birth, which quite surprises the Doctor. She keeps on traveling the universe and helping those who are in need, just like her parents did. Her TARDIS is still the same apart from a child’s carving now firmly residing on one of its sides, which shows a woman with two unequal eyes and long eyelashes, a lanky man with exactly 5 spiky hairs and a striped suit, and a small girl with a disproportionate head and a giant smile between them, holding their hands.
I’m going to write about them, am I not? Goddamnit. I’m gonna.
