You weren’t sure how your nieces and nephews would react to meeting David. They could be a rowdy bunch at times, and no sooner had he knelt down to their level than they were all over him.
He just laughed and fell to the ground, wrestling them and flipping them into the grass. Even more impressive was the way he didn’t even flinch when a sharp elbow landed hard into his side. Still laughing the kids ran off to play on the playground and you hurried over to give David a hand.
Pulling him to his feet, you leaned against his uninjured side and walked him to the picnic tables. “Let’s see the damage then,” you said gesturing to him to lift up his shirt.
"It’s nothing really," he said with a wince as he sat down. You narrowed your eyes at him until he conceded, lifting his shirt.
"Ouch." Opening one of the coolers you pulled out an ice pack one of the parents had thoughtfully packed just in case. Covering it in a paper towel you gently pressed it to the darkening skin. "I’m sorry, David. I know they can be a bit much."
His arm slid around your shoulders pulling you close and he pressed a kiss to your mouth. “Nonsense,” he grinned. “They’re wonderful. And so are you.”
favourite photoshoot · David Tennant asked by anon
"David why do you have this t-shirt? It’s ridiculous!"
"Wha—" He gaped in surprise. "What are you talking about?? This shirt is perfection. If perfection was a t-shirt." He looked at you with such sincerity and conviction that you burst into laughter.
"You’re crazy." You go still in shock when he jumps over the back of the couch and bounds into the office.
"Wait there! I will prove to you the quality of this shirt!" Waiting on the couch in the living room, you can here him pulling books off the shelf and pulling open drawers, in his search. "Ah ha!" he shouts, running back into the room.
He sits down next to you, his thigh pressing warmly against you. “Look at this and tell me it’s a ridiculous shirt!” You flip slowly through the portfolio admiring the way David’s lean body looks in the brown shirt and jeans. You’re completely sold on the stupid shirt when you reach the last picture of him framed by mirrors completely seducing the camera and by extension you.
His breath is warm against your neck when he whispers in your ear, “Not so ridiculous now is it?”
You turn your head to kiss him. “It’s perfection,” you murmur into his mouth.
moriartysalpacafarm asked Doctor/TARDIS or Doctor/Master
He still remembers the first time he ever saw a TARDIS. The Academy had taken them all to the growing fields to see the small ships, not fully grown. He remembers how beautiful they were, shifting about from form to form with the chameleon circuits, fading in and out of the time streams. The most amazing things he’d ever seen in his life, just there waiting to grow, waiting for their time lord to show them the world. He remembers laughing at one particular TARDIS which seemed to struggle changing out of the form of a blue box. The young ship bounced and wiggled about in obvious frustration. He was still smiling when it was time to go.