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my mistake | lando norris x fem! reader
summary; lando had been chasing after oscar’s friend, y/n for a couple months now. he’s confused on why she keeps dismissing him until he finally got his answer
fc; nailea devora
warnings; cursing
taglist; @namgification
note; requested !
masterlist !
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yourusername: thank u mclaren n oscar for having me 🧡
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mclaren: always a joy to have you😎🧡
username: pretty girls stan y/n
oscarpiastri: ur annoying
yourusername: god forbid a girl ask for food
oscarpiastri: i kept getting weird stares bc you made me get you 4 plates of food.
yourusername: THE CHICKEN PASTA WAS GOOD🙎♀️🙎♀️🙎♀️🙎♀️
username: her friendship w oscar is everything
username: PAPAYAAA
landonorris: you’re forgetting someone 🤔
yourusername: no i don’t think so
landonorris: a handsome brit? 😁
yourusername: oh! lewis😁
landonorris: i meant me…
yourusername: ok !
username: lando😭
Y/N L/N ANSWERS YOUR FAN QUESTIONS!
lando👍
y/n
y/n
y/n🌷
what now lando
lando👍
what happened to u and why’d u distance yourself from f1😁
y/n🌷
none of ur business
lando👍
pleaseeee
aren’t we bffs😁😁😁
y/n🌷
no we are not
you just got my number from osc
lando 👍
well i’m not leaving you alone until you tell me
y/n
y/nnnnnn
answer
answer
answer
pleaseeeeeee🙏
y/n🌷
you really don’t remember?
lando👍
no?
y/n🌷
2019
i was starting to gain a following but nothing like what i have now
and i went to a race and i was so excited to be there and then i saw you
of course i was happy to see you but then when i smiled, you just rolled your eyes at me and looked really annoyed at me
and that hurt , lando
lando👍
shit
y/n i honestly don’t remember
but fuck i’m sorry
y/n🌷
whatever im over it
just sucks when someone you’re a fan of acts annoyed by u xx
but then i met osc and now he’s my friend so now i’m back into this f1 shit
lando👍
y/n seriously i’m so sorry
it was my mistake, i must’ve thought you were someone else
let me make it up to you
y/n🌷
it’s fine lando
past is past but just wanted you to know
lando👍
no i wanna make it up
y/n🌷
i said it’s fine
lando👍
nope!
not until i can make u laugh
at least let me take you out for lunch
y/n🌷
hmmmmm
fine
but i’m gonna order a feast
lando👍
fine by me😁
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yourusername: how does 1 live knowing that u invited someone out for food only to steal their fries ….. #landonorrisisover
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landonorris: u got full after 3 bites of your burger
yourusername: wrong it was 4! and it was a very big n filling burger!!
landonorris: omg u finally posted me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
yourusername: don’t make me delete this post, lando norris 😒
username: i just know lando is giggling knowing he finally made it to a y/n post
username: did months of lando norizz flirting in her comments actually pay off??
oscarpiastri: wow.
yourusername: omw w fries for u don’t worry pooks
landonorris: worry if i eat them all
oscarpiastri: shut up lando norizz
lilyzneimer: miss u sm🥹🥹
yourusername: i miss u more💔 lmk when ur going to a race 😞
username: y/n gorgeous omg
username: wait who is that???
username: f1 driver and teammates w y/n friend oscar!
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lando.jpg: the gf chronicles
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yourusername: fuck u and those stupid burgers and ur stupid jokes and ur stupid cute smile and the latte u bought me
lando.jpg: don’t worry guys she just hasn’t had her afternoon nap yet
yourusername: i’m so tired 😞😞
yourusername: bf🔥
lando.jpg: gf🔥
username: oh hello
username: wHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
username: she’s scute i love her sm
username: idk who i want more him or her
carlossainz55: about time ! i didn’t know how many more calls of you talking about y/n i could handle!😂😂
yourusername: awh he talks abt me??
lando.jpg: not you exposing me, carlos 😒
oscarpiastri: fuck you you left me with half of my fries that time
lando.jpg: they were good sorry not sorry
yourusername: bro he’s such a fries stealer, i can’t ever eat my fries in peace
lando.jpg: tomato tomato
#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#f1 smau#f1 scenario#formula one scenarios#f1 imagine#formula one imagines#formula one imagine#f1 scenarios#formula one social media au#lando norris smau#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris scenarios
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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙ur my northern star | CL16˖⁺｡˚⋆˙
pairing: charles leclerc x singer y/n reader (she/her)
genre: social media au, established relationship, relationship on the rocks
warnings: fluff!! mention of violence aka punching 👊 thts all. this is part 2 of coz i cant sleep in hotel rooms <3
summary: in which they do all they can to try to mend the broken parts in their relationship
a/n: did anyone even ask for a part 2 be real but i couldn't leave it like i did so i hope u like it regardless 😭 sorry to lando norris for making him my enemy but also am i sorry
song
my masterlist
part 1!!!
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f1updates charles leclerc spotted out recently with friends following crash in the monaco grand prix and his alleged breakup with y/n y/l/n.
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user1 i miss y/n
user2 why are we in charlesy/n limbo rn
user3 fr i jus need to know what's going on
user4 he's better without her imo
charles_leclerc posted a story
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lilymhe sending u all my love
charles_leclerc thank you lily
lilymhe have you spoken to y/n?
charles_leclerc i will see her when im back in monaco, i believe she is waiting for me before returning to the uk
lilymhe ❤️❤️
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yourusername so dont drive away .. u dont know how much i need u
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landonorris meow
yourusername strange boy
landonorris :)
user5 he is never beating the norizz accusations
user6 i miss u y/n
yourusername miss you all, working on some stuff :)
user7 😭 i jus know that any new y/n music is going to break my heart
arthur_leclerc maman asked are you coming to dinner tonight
yourusername well of course
user8 OH???
user9 charles probably isnt there isnt he in paris this weekend with pierre??
user10 THE CAPTION??!
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc 🇫🇷🥖🥐☕️❤️
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user11 so nice to see charles doing well 🥹
pierregasly eiffel for u
charles_leclerc nice one
user12 we miss you charles ❤️
user13 i need him & y/n back together 😭
user14 leave him alone on his own post fr
user13 doubt he's reading all the comments 👍
f1wagupdates
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f1wagupdates lando norris and y/n y/l/n seen out together in monaco today following y/n's breakup rumours from charles leclerc.
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user14 grid bunnyy
user15 can a girl not have friends now
user16 scummy after leaving the paddock after charles' crash
pierregasly no way lol
user17 pierre??
user18 pierre's comment lolll everyone knows lando has been thirsting for y/n since before her & charles got together
user19 embarrassing like she does not want you bro
landonorris
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landonorris celebrating for celebrating's sake
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user18 urmm?
yourusername such a fun night out i rly needed some fun with friends <3!!
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pierregasly hahah delete this.
arthur_leclerc for real
landonorris ?
yourusername private texts exist
pierregasly sorry y/n/n
user19 omg
user20 are they all arguing or is it a joke hahah
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instagram ->
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f1wagupdates charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n seen tonight in monaco sharing a tender embrace outside a restaurant following a meal together. sources say it seemed like an emotional conversation and are not sure of the outcome. we are sending all of our love to charles and y/n at this time!
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user28 OH MY GOD MY PARENTS
user29 omg i feel so awful for them going thru whatever this is in the public eye😭
user30 my poor y/n/n
user31 she's been fine frolicking with lando lol
user32 i think if charles is ok with her then nothing happened lol.
user33 my favourite f1 couple of all time
user34 she's the best wag fr
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f1wagupdates sources claim they caught charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n out in monaco tonight kissing! alleged rumours due to images not being clear enough to prove identities but we have our fingers crossed for the couple
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user42 omg i hope this is real
user43 my babies🥹🥹🥹
user44 my parents🥹🥹🥹
user45 hope this is fake lol im tired of her
user46 lol why?? she hasnt even done anything
user47 she cheated on charles
user48 SINCE WHEN???
user49 some of u need to keep y/n's name out ur mouth
yourusername
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yourusername my lifelines .. london is lonely so lonely without uuu
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user50 i thought she was in monaco
user51 i think she is it's jus a reference to one of her songs
yourbff i love you & i am so proud of u
yourusername thank u my sweet girl!
lilymhe u own my heart
yourusername and im never giving it back
user52 i love y/n & lily's friendship ❤️
user53 the best f1 wags of all time
user54 omg she's just a girl like us guys
user55 no fr she is so cottagecore cosy girl
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yourbff i love you
yourusername i love you more
lilymhe I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU GUYS
yourusername me too come over ASAP
lilymhe posted a story
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yourbff posted a story
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charles_leclerc posted a story
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yourusername ❤️
landonorris can we talk soon?
charles_leclerc fuck off lando you've done enough
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lilymhe
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lilymhe beautiful night for a beautiful girl
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user59 WTF CHARLES AND Y/N KISSING
charles_leclerc thanks lily
yourusername i giggled
lilymhe (re-)hard launching you guys cause u wont do it urselves
user60 omg my parents made it
user61 the way i love these ppl LOL
user62 my parasocial relationship with someone else's relationship is insane
alex_albon beautiful is one word for it
yourbff for the record i do not feel beautiful today
alex_albon you dont look it either
lilymhe take that back you evil boy
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yourusername my new song "into your room" is out now & available on all streaming platforms! this is the second single from my upcoming debut album thank u so much for all of the support i couldn't do any of this without u all ! live show announcements next i think?;)
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user67 OMG AN ALBUM
lilymhe SO proud of u cant wait till i can watch u live on ur own tour🥹
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user68 so glad i discovered u y/n ur so talented
user69 LIVE SHOWS PLZ PLZ❤️
user70 i will follow u ur my northern star😭
user71 throwing stones at ur window to get u to notice me😭
charles_leclerc ❤️
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user72 without u my soul is eternally doomed ur the centre of this universe my sorry ass revolves around you😭
user73 the way charlesy/n gave us the best songs
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc the rumours are not true
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yourusername i love you
charles_leclerc i love you and that's the only rumour that will ever be true
user74 MY PARENTS ARE BACK FOR GOOD
user75 never been so happy in my life
pierregasly thank god
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lilymhe i knew u guys would make it <3
landonorris happy for u both
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THE END ❤️
#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1 smau#f1 x reader#smau#alex albon#lando norris#daniel ricciardo#charles lecrelc#charles leclerc#cl16 one shot#cl16#cl16 smau#cl16 x y/n#cl16 fluff#cl16 x you#cl16 x reader#cl16 imagine#cl16 edit#cl16 smut#f1edit#ln4#ln4 x reader#pierre gasly#maddie's smau
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FAREWELL｡･ﾟ･
Larissa x Fem!reader
Tags: Angst
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(4 months ago)
The blood rushed from your face, leaving you ghostly pale as you stared at Larissa's text.
We're over?
You felt hot tears well in your eyes as you read in disbelief. Had you done something wrong?
Was there someone else?
You texted and called Larissa, over and over and over, and nothing. Maybe you really weren't good enough anymore.
8 months gone to complete waste.
(4 months later)
You pulled the key from the ignition as you tossed your seat belt the opposite direction.
You hurriedly locked the car and walked up the steps of the porch.
Once you got inside you threw your bag Gods know where and went straight to the half empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter.
Lately, liquor has been the only thing that's been able to help you wind down.
You grabbed the bottle, not bothering to use a wine glass and began to guzzle the liquid.
You made your way to the couch as your phone began to buzz.
Your eye brows drew together causing a perfect crease to form over your forehead. You skeptically walked and picked up my phone.
Your heart nearly dropped when you read who the text was from.
Larissa?
You thought.. you thought surely she would have blocked you by now.
You wanted to delete her contact and not waste your time reading whatever she has to say. But it's almost like your fingers have a mind of their own as they select her contact and open her message.
You began to nervously chew on your nails as your eyes scan over the text.
'Would you be interested in meeting up tonight?'
No, well yes.
I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't, but what if?
What if something happens?
'Sure.'
You reply nervously. You waited a couple minutes so you didn't seem desperate.
Instead of continuing the conversation further, Larissa just heart reacted to your message.
(2 hour skip)
You tugged down on my skirt as your approached the entrance of the restaurant Larissa chose.
You've not been here with Larissa since your half a year anniversary.
The memories of that night flood through your mind.
You give a brief smile to the waitress as she walks you to a table, that's seated for two.
You cross your legs as you sit and open your menu and patiently wait for Larissa.
Before you could check the time on your watch, you felt a hand brush up against your shoulder as Larissa came into your vision. She gave you a polite smile and sat right in front of you.
Your knees nearly touched.
Larissa looked beautiful as ever.
"How are you darling?" Larissa asks, making you wince slightly.
Darling.
You haven't been called such a name in quite awhile.
"Fine, how are you?" You return the question.
"Well I've been all over the place really, there's a new student at Nevermore, and oh my, she just loves causing problems." Larissa sighs.
You hum in acknowledgment as she finishes talking.
You probably should say something but you're unsure of what to say.
Why did you leave me?
Was there someone else?
Did you break up and that's why you texted me?
You chewed your lip nervously, thinking about all the reasons why Larissa could've messaged you.
"Would..." Larissa starts as her voice slowly gets quieter.
"Would you like to come back to my place tonight?" Larissa asks, averting her gaze.
Yes!
No...
No.
"I don't... I don't think I will." You mumbled quietly.
Larissa looked down in disappointment and shame. "If that's what you want then so be it." Larissa cleared her throat as she spoke unconvincingly.
After Nevermore you were all Larissa had, well not that you are hers, not after what happened, not after what Larissa did.
Larissa wanted to be offended, but did she really have the right? After all she is the one that called a quits.
A uncomfortable silence engulfed the two of you. It was almost unbearable.
Why was Larissa here? Why did she text you? Why did you show up?
The decision had been made but neither of you moved a muscle.
After a moment you looked up to see Larissa already looking at you. Your eyes were caught with hers, you wanted to look away, really you did, but you couldn't. A moth drawn to a flame.
"I..." you went to speak but your breath hitched in the back of your throat. Each and every word, completely forgotten. Even after not seeing Larissa in for months she still makes your knees weak.
"You should probably go." Larissa said, finishing your sentence. The ache in her voice not going unnoticed.
"Right." You mumbled, blushing slightly as you tore your gaze from Larissa's captivating eyes.
"I probably should." You said, as you grabbed your pearled hand bag and stood from your seat.
Larissa watched motionless as you packed your belongings. Just like that you'd be gone again. Would she be subdued to wait another four months to see you? The thought was agonizing to her.
Larissa would never understand how she went four months without your intoxicating presence.
Well she knew, of course she knew, but how she managed? Well that was simply beyond her comprehension.
"Farewell, Larissa." You whispered softly, drawing Larissa from her scrambled thoughts.
You nearly winced at the way Larissa's name fell from your lips. A distasteful formality stuck on your tongue.
It took every fiber of your being not to leap over the table into Larissa's arms, forgiving the tragic heartache Larissa left you with.
The sides of Larissa's lips lifted into the biggest smile she could muster. Without returning the favor You turned around and began to walk away.
After getting nearly three tables away from Larissa, you stopped.
Completely still.
This was absurd.
You wanted to turn around, you wanted to look at Larissa, even if it was just one last time.
But you knew better than that. You knew if you turned around and saw Larissa, you'd never look away.
#gwendoline christie#larissa weems#larissa#larissa weems x reader#angst#larissa weems angst#i’m sorry#Carol coded asf#principal weems#breakup#lesbians can never be happy
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Bitchy Besties: part 2
In the car ride over Tanya gabbed about everyone in high school and all their dirty little secrets. Kate couldn’t believe the insight she was gaining about the other students she had known for years. Tanya even spilled the beans on her best friends.
Kate figured Tanya saw Kayleigh as more of a peer than some beta follower like the rest of Tanya’s friends. Despite despising Tanya, Kate found it somewhat rewarding having her bully so enamoured with her.
Tanya brought her around to all the bougie stores and they tried on outfit after outfit and the two were having a genuinely good time together. Kate had never worn so many tight and revealing outfits but she had to admit that they all looked great on her.
Finishing up with a trip to the nail salon, they both got a matching set of new press on's. As the beautician worked, Kate entertained her bully with fabricated stories of her life, who thankfully seemed to eat it up. Some stories were just things Kate remembered Tanya had done but she tweaked certain details to be more ‘Kayleigh’-like, whatever that had come to mean.
Posing for a selfie together, the two girls proudly showed off their new nails.
“This is going to blow up on socials babe, two hawt bitches like us. What’s your handle so I can tag you?” Tanya asked.
Kate started to panic, a girl like Kayleigh would certain have more social media than anyone else but Kate had never bothered. She had to think of an excuse.
“Oh I don’t have any. Well not anymore anyway. Remember the cyber bullying I told you I was doing before? Well my parents made me delete everything, otherwise they weren’t going to fund my trip to Paris.” Kayleigh said sounding genuinely pissed at her fabricated parents.
“Well did you go to Paris?” Tanya asked.
“Eh yeah, remember I told you about the hot French guy I fucked there?” Kayleigh replied.
“Then the statute of limitations are up.” Tanya said grabbing Kayleigh’s phone from her hand before she could be stopped. Tanya was like a pro quickly setting up new accounts for Kayleigh. In 60 seconds flat she handed the phone back.
“Now to tag you in this gorgeous pic of us. Annnnnd posted. You’ll be royalty in this town before the end of the day. So naturally I gave you the handle QueenKayleigh. No need to thank me. Don’t you love it?” Tanya said with a gleeful smirk.
Kaleigh pulled up the post of the two of them and saw the caption read “Hanging with my new BFF @QueenKayleigh, add her now! She’s the real deal.” Kayleigh stared for a long time at ‘BFF’. She had never had a best friend before, it felt kind of nice even if it was Tanya. Speaking of which she realized that Tanya had been waiting for an answer.
“Oh babes this is amazing, we look like twins don’t we?” Kayleigh said to a waiting Tanya who beamed at her.
“Totes! A pair of bitchy babes. Oh looks like you’re blowing up already.” Tanya said as Kayleigh’s phone started a waterfall of chimes. Kayleigh looked down at her phone and sat a barrage of likes, comments and follow requests. It was kind of overwhelming but satisfying to see so many people give her attention.
Comments such as ‘dammmmmn! Who’s the new hottie?’, ‘queens!’, and ‘omg, instant follow!’ were quickly going to her head, she did look stunning after all. Each chime was like an endorphin hit.
“Thanks hun, this will help me jump the social ladder to the top, where sexy babes like us belong. Assuming I pick your school.” Kayleigh said with a natural bitchy purr.
“I hope you choose to come to our school babe, it’s a dump for sure but together the two of us would be unstoppable together. The names Kayleigh and Tanya will make all the losers shudder and all the boys hard. Speaking of which I think I see one checking you out right now.” Tanya said nodding over to a handsome guy sitting in the food court.
Kayleigh looked over to see a handsome college aged guy smiling at her. It had taken her years to attract the meagre attention of Cory and now the hottest guy she had ever seen was checking her out. She remembered the Evie stories and tried to picture what the girls in those stories would do. Standing up she turned and gave Tanya a wink and strode confidently over to the guy.
“Hey hot stuff, were you going to stare at me all day or were you going to ask me out?” She said with a tilt of her head and a sly smile. The guy seemed taken aback by the forwardness but quickly gained his composure.
“Eh yes of course I’d love too. How’s Saturday?” He asked. Kayleigh felt a power over him that she had never felt before. His eyes drank her in and he seemed eager to please. He wanted her and he would do anything she asked. She had to test it out. Remembering how Tanya snatched her phone from her, Kayleigh quickly took the guy’s phone from his hand and started to type.
“No. You’ll pick me up Friday, 9pm, got it? Here, you’re following me on Insta now. DM later for my address.” She said playfully as she handed his phone back to him.
Tanya couldn’t tell what they were talking about from where she sat but could see Kayleigh had the guy wrapped around her little finger. Kayleigh seemed to be having fun, giggling, touching his arm, playing with her hair.
“See you Friday Lucas, and don’t be late.” Kayleigh said wrapping up their flirtation finally. With a cheeky smile, she turned on her heel and strutted away. She felt his eyes on her butt and made sure he had plenty of time to take it all in.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Lucas shouted after her.
“Oh babes you’re such a baddie. He’s gorgeous. What did you two talk about?” Tanya asked eager to hear.
“We’ve got a date on Friday.” Kayleigh said with a nonchalance tone.
“Oh girl you work fast, I’m so jelly. I should have pounced on him first.” Tanya said with a smirk back to her.
“Oh you misunderstand me babe, when I say ‘we’ I mean you, me, him and his frat brother. They’re taking us to a club. Maybe we can swap at some point during the night, if you’re that keen on him.” Kayleigh said grinning as Tanya listened, her mouth open.
“Kayleigh, where have you been my whole life? You’re the baddest bitch ever.” Tanya said suddenly hugging Kayleigh.
The whole act seemed to momentarily dislodge Kate from what she was doing and stand back mentally from it all. Only yesterday Tanya was bullying her and she was an outcast and now she was suddenly her best friend with plans of a double date that she had orchestrated! What was she doing? The whole scenario was bizarre and she realized that this wasn’t her, she needed to wrap this up and fast.
“You ok babe?” Tanya said noticing something off.
“Yeah, yeah of course. Just been a long day.” Kaleigh said feigning a yawn.
“Yeah for real, let me drive you home.” Tanya said but Kate suddenly panicked. Tanya couldn’t see where she lived plus she needed to retrieve her clothes still.
"No my parents are expecting to pick me up at the school so you can drop me back there." Kayleigh said already getting up.
The drive back to the school was quieter than the ride to the mall. Kate was deep in thought, her mind at war with itself. Tanya continued to gossip but Kate wasn't taking it all in like before.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drop you home babe?" Tanya asked, sensing something still off about her new friend as she got out of the car.
"No I'm perfect hun, it will give me time to think about my choices." Kayleigh said with a smile.
"Well you know what I hope you choose, this school could use Kayleigh and so could I. See ya later!" Tanya said returning the smile and speeding off. Kate stood in front of the school unsure what to do next.
To be concluded...
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absolutely simping for your yandere raven guard boys, they honestly make me feel so much better after a rough day. 😭
i did want to ask on how they'd react to their dove having really bad social anxiety and trust issues? they've had bad experiences in the past so they keep their emotions well guarded, but get past the layers and they're really devoted and affectionate. or at least try to be affectionate.
like a little thing i imagine is Dove wanting to hold one of their hands, but is super nervous about it because, "wait, what if they hate affection? what if i come off as awkward or annoying?" just a bunch of what if's and all that. feel free to delete this ask if it's too much- at the end of it all i just want to let you know how much i appreciate the raven bois. <3
Its very funny given how I've made Dove to be an activist and to be outgoing. But I like the thought....
Of course once everything got going the boys would make sure Dove was always safe and know that they always were up for her affection... Sor even making it a point to be "overly" affectionate with her to let her know that her touches were wanted.
But I can imagine poor Dove seeing Sor actually relaxing for once and she wants to ask him something but wait... Sor usually rarely talks... always clipped short words or sentences making sure that whatever he said was only really important and when he did talk for awhile it was only to his brothers in high gothic. Practically ignoring that she was around... She is so caught up in her own head she doesn't see how his black eyes are watching her from his peripheral as he just watches her mentally crumble before slinking off.
Moremo was always open but Dove notices he's been so busy since her ex left... oh she would be only a bother... and then when she sees Kazi training with such a serious look on his face she feels before he can put on his normally sweet smile for her.
It's Sor that finds her in her dark little corner with her knees against her forehead as she is just hiding and lost in her own thoughts that she can't help but scream when she sniffles and lifts her head only to see Sor suddenly there.
"You're upset." He says softly.
"I'm just-"
"I can smell you... you've been a walking scent ball of anxiety. Made it easy to find you." He says as if it was obvious.
"Thank you?"
"No it's- never mind. Why are you anxious?"
Dove muttered how she just wanted to talk to him... maybe hold his hand because sure she's held Kazi's hand and Moremo's... she hasn't held his yet.
Sor let out a rare soft smile as she could feel his hand gently embrace hers, "You don't need to ask Dove. I might not... say as much as Kazi can fill the air... nor as well as Moremo can... but I can at least try."
Dove felt herself blush as she just leaned against his muscular arm and that's all she could ask for... was being told that she was allowed into their world even if it was just this tiny little sliver. That's all she could want.
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trigun multiple bullets random thoughts
if you thought you saw the last of me in the tag... think again!!!
let's fucking goooooo... it's been a little while, so i feel like i'm rusty LMAO...
showdown with the dodongo brothers at honeycomb village (parts 1 & 2):
wow that's a mouthful of a chapter title. anyway.
seeing manga vash with fully blonde hair is... a little strange, now.
OH, SAME WITH SEEING WOLFWOOD... y'know... alive... i fucking MISSED HIMMMMMMM (<- i literally just saw him, i've been rewatching 98 again)
this is so fun i love it so much
oh there are SO many good expressions but if i post them all i'm sure i'll hit the image limit
vash's pout is so cute and funny but i NEED to draw attention to meryl in the corner... i love her sm
vash is twiddling his thumbs... he's so cute...
well these sure are names
even in the black-and-white manga... even though her hair was brown on the color page... we STILL get a blonde milly jumpscare?!?! really?!?!?
AAHHHH... HIS SMILE.... TOO BRIGHT......!!!!!!
they're so silly :( i missed this... waaaah...
oh my goodness, i am in LOVE with this page.
i love wolfwood scolding vash too, lol. it's a conversation they've had many times before, but it feels... idk, lighter than usual?
i love this page soooo much... their expressions are cute. i'm getting "he's an idiot, but he's MY idiot" vibes from wolfwood, lol :') they're in love your honor
and the cliffhanger reveal... i don't have that much to say about the plot tbh... hmmmm, i'm not separating these chapters in this post anyway.
they :)
it wouldn't be a nightow action scene if it was easy to follow, but i'm glad i examined this page in detail instead of letting my eyes just pass over it because
i LOVE this panel... the one in the middle of the spread is great too but i LOVE the angle of this... vash reaching over wolfwood to shoot, while wolfwood shields him... ugh... thank GOD for vashwood
oh my god...... he's so cute.......
GIRLLLLSSSS I LOVE YOUUUUU
OH YEAH, VASHWOOD, BABEY!!!!!!!!!! vash holding on to the punisher... :D
is vash shooting the rockets so they change trajectory... that's so fucking insane. i love it
THE SILLIES
man this was a fun one. i loved seeing vashwood being a battle couple again and just having a relatively low-stakes/light-hearted romp was a really nice thing to read after the horrors. which i am now a few weeks removed from, but they still haunt me...
trigun: the lost plant:
as someone who had (has!! i still love it!) an enduring dr stone obsession in 2021-2022, i am IMMUNE to boichi's art!!! this is significantly hornier than dcst though, not that i'm surprised in the slightest, dcst does have its own horny designs/moments unfortunately... this is the difference between shonen and seinen i suppose--hold on, that's not what this post is about!! *deletes entire other paragraph talking about dr stone*
60 years post-canon... vash's lifespan has been significantly shortened, but i do wonder how much he has left in him. he lived 150 years without any visible black appearing in his hair, so even if he has just a few strands of blonde left, they might last him a long time... well i don't think any of these stories are canon anyway so it doesn't matter LOL
as far as the plot goes...
the explanation for how plants produce matter is interesting but why did it manifest as a child and why is it a black hole and why this specific plant and how did vash even--oh, WHATEVER!! i suppose there is a reason boichi was the artist for dr stone and not the writer.
very cool to see vash drawn in boichi's style though! it's pretty similar to the early dr stone manga, even though dcst came 5+ years later... and the art style of dcst changed over time, although--wait, no, that's NOT what this post is about!!!
the denizens of the sand planet:
okay, this one is by... *googles* wait, this is the guy who did lucifer and the biscuit hammer?? and planet with??? HUHHH... i've only watched planet with, but i've heard VERY good things about biscuit hammer (manga)... anyway
this is a cute story. the found family is cute.
okay sorry this doesn't matter but it is bugging me (ha) a bit. these post-canon stories don't like... actually show us how the world changed after the battle. because it's something i've been wondering about... like, they show a guy cleaning a plant bulb, but would there even be any plants left in bulbs at this point?
and like, this...
wouldn't the exploitation end. like i suppose plants would still get "worn out" eventually, but i would expect more of a symbiotic relationship at this point. so what's with this imagery?
I'M OVERTHINKING IT!!!!! OKAY!!!! JUST ENJOY THE CUTE FOUND FAMILY STORY!!!!
les enfants:
i. am. in. LOVE!!!! WITH THIS ART STYLE!!!!!!
THEY ARE SO FUCKING SHAPED!!!!!!
legato?!?!?! :D :D :D :D :D
ohhh i love this redraw!!!!!! oghhhhhh!!!!!! oooooooogh!!!!!
i love this art!!!!! i love this art!!!!!!
EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP HE'S SLEEPING!!!!!! ohhh i love this. i like the wording too. "decided to slumber"... he's fucking eepy. he's cozy.
ALSOOOOO
RAZLO (i'm assuming)!!! HE'S SO FUCKING. SHAPED. his GRIN!!! IS SO FUNNY. i'm in tears... i love him...
WAAAHHHH COUCH JUMPSCARE... I DONT NEED THIS WHEN I'M EXPERIENCING SUCH JOY GUSHING OVER THE ART...
the art outside the storybook is also lovely, it's very detailed and delicate...
i would like to believe merylmilly got married and grew old together... yeah...
DUDE, I'M GONNA CRY...... vashwood image... this is a really lovely story. definitely my favorite of all of them.
milly/meryl satellite tv:
so they chase him around for 24 hours straight once a week... poor vash LOL
hey hey hey hey hey this is supposed to be a silly goofy fun time why are you showing me this. i'm so sad. i'm glad the family is being fed at least.
i always assumed that "eriks" was a name vash chose for himself but this is way funnier
there is so much going on here
LIVIO LMAO......
yeah that was very silly
raijin: rising:
incredibly jarring tone shift from the previous story lol... i really enjoy the rai-dei focus though. he's cool but he didn't get a backstory in the manga so i appreciate this a lot. i wouldn't mind more stories like this focusing exclusively on side characters tbh.
it gets pretty brutal... i don't know what to say about this story besides that. it's an interesting look at what could've made rai-dei the way he is.
cutting is fighting:
we're ending this not with a bang but with a whimper... swapping meryl in for the haircut scene is... blegh. whatever. and they exaggerate her crush on vash too much. like yeah she's kind of tsundere in canon (moreso in the anime imo) but she's not a teenager yknow? the satellite tv story did that too but that one was supposed to be goofy and exaggerated so it was whatever.
the most interesting thing here is the lack of dialogue. that's a fun creative choice. and i like the gag with vash's hair being too nasty to comb LOL... and the haircut options. that's all...
overall i'd give this a... 6.5/10? 'les enfants' was definitely my favorite by far and nightow's story was a lot of fun too. the others ranged from "meh at best" to "sure, it was good" lol. i liked seeing the different art styles... i don't have much else to say.
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fanfic ask game
i saw this ask game i wasn’t tagged in so let’s do it 🤠 & i’ll tag whoever wants to do it as well
1. how many works do you have on Ao3?
27 :-)
2. what's your total Ao3 word count?
466,409 (oh cool i’ll most likely hit 500k by the end of the year 💪)
3. what fandoms do you write for?
currently pjo & once in a blue moon hsmtmts, but i have written for like 10-12 different fandoms in my life
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
ceaseless eve 🌙 (a leo, nico, & piper quest + valdangelo)
camp triple pine 🌲 (a lawrusso summer camp au with fwb 👀)
talk to me, deep in the night (& i’d tell you something i never thought i’d admit) 🏕️ (a surprisingly non-smutty first caswen fic in which ricky talks with ej about how he works too hard, written in s3 era)
Cobra Kai/Karate Kid one shots 🥋 (fluff, humor, angst, smut…what it says on the tin 🤠)
he’s only here for one thing, but (so am i) 🔥 (valdangelo college au smut + camboy nico 👀)
(because i can’t tell a lie, i did skip over one or two stranger things fics on this list. i have complex feelings about them & keeping them up due to the controversy, but also abandoning them or deleting them…i’m sentimental, and i procrastinate lol. i’m glad a higher volume of people enjoyed them by nature of it being a more popular fandom, but i also feel like the kudos aren’t as genuine or earned as they are for my longfics in less popular fandoms for that reason. at least To Me. i hope that makes sense 🧍)
5. do you respond to comments?
i try to reply to every comment around the first week of posting something (because by then it’s an “old work” and it’s “weird” to comment on it, but that’s another post 😐). i still haven’t replied to the last of the ceaseless eve comments & i feel terrible, the sentimentality of it all overwhelms me but know i appreciate it 😭 i wish there was like a code word though that people could comment that lets you know if they want you to respond or not, because it’s hard to know if people want an author response or if it’ll scare them off yk
6. Which of your fics has the angstiest ending?
i don’t do a lot of angst, but when i do, i do (meaning i lay it on too melodramatically thick lmao) but i thought i’d give a list of some of my angstiest/darkest fics 🤠
the moonlace & the sunflower 🌻 (in which grover dies protecting a demigod, so the empathy link causes percy to pass away as well)
games long lost 🌳 (in which luke must drink annabeth’s blood for kronos’s reformation, it covers the dark lukabeth of it all & there’s some death)
the smallest casualty ♟️ (in which it’s slowly revealed over the course of a luke & annabeth chess game that the gods lost the war, and percy & friends have been subjected to dark magic experiments to make them compliant to luke’s fantasy)
rewired 🤖 (okay. i usually try to be humble or self deprecating or whatever but this 1400 word fic is an actual fucking masterpiece to me idc. it just came out of me and makes me physically nauseous to this day. showing this to my hypothetical therapist etc etc. oh wait what’s it about lmao—the concept of daniel rewiring his brain & morals to fit into silver’s desires. ft that sick sick silverusso dynamic)
7. Which of your fics has the happiest ending?
i have a variety of fluffy fics, but i’d have to say my happiest most sugar coated ending is—
who said anybody would? (a ej/gina/ricky road trip fic that literally ends with an ot3 picnic scene 😭 it’s just too much 🫶)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
i’ve gotten unwarranted criticism (i like to ask for constructive crit comments at the end if it’s like a longfic) that’s been surprisingly rude…i won’t say which fic but someone got so mad at one of my chapters they left a lengthy mocking crit comment and then stopped reading 😭 but that’s their prerogative, i hope they found something they enjoyed afterwards. other than that, surprisingly considering some of the controversial dark fics i’ve written…no sign of flames, so thanks! 😅
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i have four different smut fics (hopefully a fifth if i can ever finish it up)…i fear they’re repetitive but also not really, they cover different fandoms and explore different kinks. i’m not really sure what to say about them, hopefully people find them hot ! or whatever !
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
i’m not a fan of crossovers currently, but my longest fic i wrote when i was 15 (it’s 97k i’m beating it someday 😭) was a crossover between sanders sides, voltron, miraculous ladybug, and gravity falls (doesn’t that feel like a kick in the gut lmao—did i mention i was 15? 😅)
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i know of 👁️👁️
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
not that i know of 👁️👁️
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
i tried, myself and another author had a shared Google doc & everything…but we both just didn’t commit. i don’t think i’d work well with another writer…i don’t mind bouncing ideas around with a beta reader/editor (like @heavens-vault 🤠) but ultimately i’d prefer to write on my own
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
it changes—it’s currently valdangelo, but the ones I’ve written the most over the years are: prinxiety (😐), lawrusso, caswen, and valdangelo. i’m excited to explore a bunch of other ships as i continue writing as well
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
oh gosh, i mean i hope i don’t have any like longfics in question…i hope i can finish + deliver on Ivory Rain, but i’m sure I’ll manage even if it takes a while. i haven’t really mentioned this a whole lot to “the public” but i have what i call a “scrap fic” i’m working on, with a bunch of like 800 word chapters i just kinda bounce around when i have time. the concept is really exciting but the execution still needs work, so i’m kinda seeing how that’s gonna play out, it might not be posted. i hope it will though !
16. What are your writing strengths?
i think i’m pretty good at characterization, good romantic moments with good buildup, and humor :-)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
action scenes i hate you so much 😭 why do i insist on writing pjo fics when i can hardly write a fight scene
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
i should do it more, i hate that i don’t, especially considering nico being Italian and leo’s native language being Spanish. but I’ve used & been disappointed by Google translate too many times…perhaps I’ll find another way to translate to include that for more character accuracy
19. First fandom you wrote for?
actually i think percy jackson, i’ve come full circle. the first fic i posted was sanders sides, but i remember when i was probably nine or so i wrote with pencil and paper and stapled a book together with a hand drawn cover 😭 it was about a son of Apollo, a satyr, and a daughter of Demeter on a quest…so really, richard took some creative liberties from my hand written fanfic i think 👀
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
like the ships, it changes—I love all my fics, it’s hard to explain how there’s little fractures of me at different points in my life at any given time in my works. no amount of over-explaining could make anyone understand how i express myself through my character’s emotions and desires and fears and journeys.
at the moment, my favorite fic is CE. it just got completed, myself and others are excited for the sequel. i think all my pjo works in particular are pretty good, and of course i tend to shy away from my older works because my writing…probably wasn’t as good. but that just means I’ve improved, so that’s good.
that’s all the questions, but this was fun ! :-)
#fanfic#ask game#rose’s asks#(of sorts)#pjo#hsmtmts#valdangelo#eh im not gonna tag all tha fandom stuff we’ll be here all day
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Ahh thank you @fayesdiary for tagging me!! It's time for WIP Wednesday on a Sunday 😎
Here's a little peek at the opening section of a normal au Fuuta-Yuno piece, mostly shown through text messages. I was sad that Yuno has to hide so much of her life/job/self from her friends, so I'm playing around with her gradually being able to open up to Fuuta about things (and him getting a true friend in the process)
Forgive me for not tagging anyone but it's late and I'm eepy but PLEASE I wanna see what people are working on so if you see this come and share some of your wip!!
(I may end up using one of those text screenshot generators, but also maybe not because I have some action sandwiched throughout. It's color coded here, but I don't think the final version will be.)
Hi Fuuta! Sorry to bother you so late, but you took calc last year, right? Can you take a look at this question and tell me if I’m close? [image attached]
Fuuta’s eyes flicked away from his game.
you really think i would know
i barely passed
Eh, figured I’d give it a shot…
It’s due tomorrow and you’re the only one I know up at this ungodly hour 😔
yeah, why are you doing worksheets now?
its past your bedtime
Every time you say it it’s SO funny!! 🙄
You just wait until next year
Yuno couldn’t help but glance at her little desk countdown to graduation. Still too far off to get too excited. Her fingers kept tapping.
I was working. I forgot I never finished this earlier lol
this late? they’ve got laws against that you know
oh wait
sorry
Why are you sorry? Thanks for looking out for me though 😘
Fuuta typed in a message. He deleted it. He typed another. Deleted it.
ill text mikoto. hes up sometimes and probably did better in calc
Aww wait, are you embarrassed? I didn’t know you were such a prude ~
im not fucking embarrassed
i didnt think you wanted to talk about it
whatever
Awww you really are flustered! Well, if you ever want I can always come back with some tips for you. For a price, of course, but I’m willing to settle for something easy. That karaoke night coming up, maybe 👀
tips?
God knows you need them, I’ve seen the way you try and talk to Rumerie
excuse me??? like i need your help
Oh riiight, all that action you’re getting at university
You let me know when you spend the night with someone who’s not 2d
She smiled wickedly to herself, picturing the way he’d be fuming.
fuck off i dont play nasty games like that
Yeah, you only play really, really cool games, right? What are you playing right now?
What’s so cool that you’re sacrificing your sleep and well being and school career for?
Fuuta glanced at his game screen. He grimaced.
shut up
#milgram#fuuta kajiyama#yuno kashiki#thank you pal!!#i have a bunch of pieces of things but this is the most polished at the moment#i always want to do text message fic but i never end up actually doing it#so this has been fun!#its in my long queue rn but i saw a post of yuno/fuuta art that made me drop everything and start this#its him comforting her in her mv lingerie and i realized she never had any friends to take care of her when she had a weird job or client :#the fic is going to go through a bit of their convos beforehand but i immediately wrote this and that last scene of comfort#the last scene is definitely more action than texts but i think it works#and i mean it! please share your stuff i wanna know :3#rose writes!
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Not One of Many - Chapter Eleven.
So, here it is, the chapter you’ve been waiting for... ;) HUGE thank you to my wonderful audience for your dedicated readership, reblogging and commenting. Sending you all love!
Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten
Tag list - In the comments
Words - 3,121
Warnings - 18+ content, adult audience only. Minors DNI!
“I’m really, really going to miss you,” Amira began as they hugged tightly in the kitchen, Beth’s extended stay now come to an end. “Promise to call me? We’ll do lunch, or coffee, whatever you like. Thanks for being so lovely. People say journalists are arseholes, but you couldn’t be further from it.”
“I will, I’ll make a point of it,” Beth assured her, although she wasn’t sure whether it was a promise she’d keep. Turning to embrace Mimi, she let out a soft ‘aww!’ at seeing the young woman in tears, opening her arms. “Mims! You’re so cute.”
“Please don’t go! Just get over whatever it is and move in with us! Alfie wants you to, and we want you to! You’re so perfect, and I’ve gotten used to having you here!”
Rubbing her back, Beth then moved back a little, shaking her head with a thin smile. “It isn’t for me.”
Mimi nodded, her acceptance reluctant. “Just let me know any time you want to come riding, though, and Sunny is all yours.”
“I’ve got your number, so yes, I will.” Again, she didn’t know if she would, but she wanted to. Mimi had been her favourite. Well, apart from one other, the other who was outside, loading her belongings into the boot of the waiting Uber.
“Thank you for being both a fabulous host and fascinating subject matter. I had a good time, living in Alfie’s world,” she told him, Alfie opening his arms and giving her a hug. God, how he didn’t want to let her go. If only she’d agree to being one of three.
“I’m glad you did, love. I look forward to reading your article an’ all, but make sure you let me know first, when you’ve finished it.” There was no doubt, over what his statement, coupled with a wink alluded to.
“I will.” Her words to him were a promise she knew she was intent on keeping.
“Take care, darlin’. Until I see you again.”
“You too, Mr Weasel.” He laughed loudly, opening the door of the Uber for her, his chuckles still audible from inside as the car pulled away, whisking her out of the lap of luxury, back to reality, to Putney, to beans on toast if she failed to sell an article, and Waitrose if she did.
As Alfie watched the car take her out of his life, he felt something vast and cavernous opening up within, turning to walk back into a house without her in it. Somehow, it didn’t quite feel the same. And neither did he.
Upon her arrival home, the first thing Beth did was carefully hang up the loaned dresses in her overstuffed wardrobe, immediately missing the space she’d enjoyed in her room at St Mark’s House. Then, she put on a wash, her clean things courtesy of Alfie’s housekeeper folded and put away, before giving the vacuum, cleaning spray and polish treatment to her flat.
Once everything was sparkling and she had her coffee brewed, she pulled up her desk chair and switched her laptop on, ready to plunge headfirst into her article. She sat for hours, writing, deleting, going for a walk to clear her mind, ending up at the bistro on the corner to pick up a box of cannoli’s, eating every single last one of them as she stared at her document, willing further words to come. She knew why they wouldn’t.
She missed him.
Oh, how she missed the company of the man whose life she was writing about in finer detail, remembering the moments she’d had, the laughs they’d shared, the incredible world she’d dipped her big toe into. She felt a little shallow for it, but it was Saturday, and she knew at that time last week, she’d have been getting ready to be taken to one of the most premiere restaurants in the city, by the man who didn’t even flinch at a bill that came to over three grand, as she’d seen on the slip. He hadn’t even looked. His card was placed down, with a two-hundred-pound tip given in four crisp fifty-pound notes.
Mostly, though, she thought back to the night where it was just him and her, how they’d connected, and fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Sighing, she got up, deciding to stretch and have a shower, putting in a small grocery order prior to stepping under the water. She needed wine. An hour later, after eating her Sainsbury’s Taste the Difference lasagne and tiramisu, she sat tapping away again, enjoying the huge glass of Merlot from the bottle she’d also purchased.
It wasn’t a patch on what she’d drunk while at Alfie’s.
“Oh, Beth! You made your choice! Stop agonising! Finish your article and you can go and fuck him, there! There’s your incentive!” she wailed at herself, continuing to write. She remained up until 02:37am, nowhere near finished, but over the halfway point, at least. After sleeping for nowhere long enough than she would have liked, she was out the door and round the corner to Romero’s bright and early, meeting her friend Kinga for breakfast.
“Darling! You look bloody fab, I love this! Pucci?”
“Yes, an eBay bargain,” she revealed, Kinga kissing both her cheeks (as she always did) before stroking the patterned fabric of her dress.
“Oooh, I do love an eBay barg! Sit down, I took the liberty of ordering a few mimosas. I was out with the West Indies cricket team last night, and let me tell you, those fellas can party!” Wherever the buzz was, the hive of action, you could bet your last pound that her dear Kinga Clarke would be at the epicentre of it.
“To hair of the dog?”
Kinga grinned, lifting her glass and chinking it against Beth’s with a light tap. “Absolutely, cheers! Now, what did you get up to last night? Where you out schmoozing, or did you have a night off?”
“I would say a night off,” she began, sipping a little more at her drink. “But I was chained to my laptop, hashing out my article.”
Kinga looked riddled with curiosity at such a statement, her eyes widening. “Oh, yes, chronicling your time with Mr Solomons! Do tell all!”
“Okay, she wishes me to make with the details.”
Kinga positively beamed. “Immediately, if not sooner!”
“Right, well I shan’t lie, I did go into it with some preconceived ideas over what he was like, but I couldn’t have been more surprised. He’s extremely down to earth despite such rabid success, so many millions behind him, very funny, extremely charming. In fact, he’s the dirtiest flirt I’ve ever met!”
“So, he propositioned you, then, or was it just harmless dirty flirting?”
“Oh, he propositioned me,” Beth revealed, amused at Kinga’s ever brightening face. “I didn’t act upon it, though.” She then went on the share the same story of her time in his home as she had with Magda, Kinga having a very different take on it by the time she was finished.
“I think you should let him take you to bed and have his way, gosh, I would! The man is absolutely delish! I mean, why not? You’re not stupid, and Mags, god knows I love her, but she mothers you a little bit sometimes. You know your worth, you have no intentions of becoming a girlfriend, so why not enjoy him for all you can get, that thing being a night of hot, uncomplicated sex?”
It was nice, to have someone see if from the same perspective. “This is what I was thinking.”
“I mean, it would only be damaging to you in the long run if you actually had feelings for him, and you don’t. Do you?” Her reply was stalled while they ordered, Beth choosing a spinach omelette and toast, Kinga poached eggs on English muffins and a fruit plate.
“I think I easily could, if he was single and looking for only one woman. I do acknowledge that, and the fact that I miss being around him. We got on so well. I am firmly rooted in the reality of the fact that I shall not forsake my own comfort just to be with him, and I am not comfortable in a relationship that includes more than two people.”
Kinga beamed, nodding proudly. “Flippin’ good girl, darling. Most other women would be speedy in forgetting their principles in order to swiftly jump at the chance to be with a handsome, multimillionaire. The fact you haven’t and won’t shows conviction.”
Beth pondered for a moment, her lips pursing slightly as she ran her nail around the rim of her glass. “And you don’t think sleeping with him would compromise that?”
“No! Absolutely not. It’s only sex, darling.” Her naughty smile was all the green light Beth needed in feeling good about contacting him once her article was finished. She had been doubting the rendezvous a little, deep in the back of her mind, whether she should proceed with it. “And sweetheart, I want all the dirty details!”
Her smile widened, licking her top lip as she imagined what those details might entail. “And you shall thusly receive them, my love.”
“Another toast is in order!” Kinga announced, lifting her glass. “To my fabulous Beth, may she be dicked down within an inch of her life and her Louboutin’s!”
If there was anything she’d drink to, it was that.
After breakfast, they took a taxi across to Soho, where Kinga had them booked in for a spa afternoon, enjoying the pampering luxury of full body massages, facials and pedicures, as well as a lovely lunch, Beth kissing her friend goodbye and returning home, arriving at just gone 5pm, where she sat at her laptop off and on for another seven hours, calling it a night at just before 1am.
It was the following Wednesday by the time she had finished her article, proof reading it six times over before emailing it to Madeline. She received a phone call within the hour.
“My fabulous girl has returned!” The sense of relief that flooded her at hearing this was incomparable. “Absolutely terrific, Beth. I loved every word. It had everything. Yes, I am accepting it, well done you!” With her confidence now fully intact again, and six hundred pounds shortly to arrive in her bank account, Beth beamed as she ended the phone call,
With her phone right there in her hand, she pondered for a few seconds, before taking a breath and tapping out her message.
‘I just submitted my article...’
She honestly had no idea what else to say to him, any witty opener she might have led with unattainable to her, pressing send and leaving her phone on the table while she went for a soak in the bath. An hour later, fresh and well rested, she found he’d replied.
‘If you’re free this Friday, meet me at The Pendulum at 8pm. I hope you are.’
Friday. His free evening, and he wanted to spend it with her. She confirmed she was indeed free of engagements after a few minutes of pondering.
‘I’ll see you at eight then, duchess.’
She had no clue why, exactly, but in the time between then and Friday, her nerves did nothing but escalate. This was a man she’d spent a considerable number of hours getting to know, and she did know him, quite well, in fact. They had an easy-going rapport as well as a scandalously libidinous desire for one another to boot, yet her nerves left her feeling shaky. She was about to get something she’d coveted, so why on earth would this leave cause for jitters?
After a morning of meetings and an afternoon that involved a lovely lunch and catch up with Oliver, she returned home to begin working on her next article, which discussed the pressures upon professional women to have it all. At least forty minutes were spent watching the cursor flash.
“Nope, my mind just isn’t here.” Her announcement was followed by her shutting down of her laptop, going for a bath, her preparation beginning. With her hair freshly blow dried that morning after popping into her local salon, she had that covered, her wax two days prior leaving her in her preferred state, bald from the eyebrows down, so that was in order, too. She took her time relaxing in the hot water, exfoliating until she was silken all over, getting out and covering herself in her lotion before padding through to the bedroom and beginning her makeup.
She painted to entice, her eyes smoky and dark, her lips slicked with a simple swipe of red tinted Vaseline, cheeks gently blushed and highlighted. Spritzing her perfume on, she was ready to dress. Pulling her underwear drawer open, she decided on a simple, black lace set, the wardrobe her next destination, where she knew she’d spend considerably longer a time, coming to a decision.
She vetoed Jane Norman, Matthew Williamson and Gucci, in the end pulling out one by Agent Provocateur, fitting as it matched the designer of her underwear. Sliding on the black, duchess satin dress, she zipped up, moving to the full-length mirror. He would definitely approve, even more so when she slid her feet into the same Louboutin’s she’d been wearing when they’d first met.
It seemed like much longer a time had passed than just a month.
She packed a few other items, a change of clothes, fresh undies, some little toiletries in case her stay was overnight as well as some other necessary bits and pieces for sexual titillation purposes, heading out to her lounge. After a small glass of wine had been drank for fortification, she ordered her Uber, the app telling her the car would be with her in five minutes. It took twenty to get to The Pendulum, and for the entire duration, her stomach trembled from the flapping of a thousand butterfly wings.
The Pendulum, once the offices of a prestigious law firm, had been built in 1789, and converted into a hotel during the 1920’s. The white, ornate structure stood between an office block and a very upmarket grocery store, bold alabaster distinguishing it from anything else around. It was tall and solid, yet beautiful. Much like the man who owned it.
Swinging her bag onto her shoulder, Beth exited the Uber and took a breath, pattering up the steps, the doorman nodding as he took the brass handled door and held it open for her, the opulence of the lobby mesmerising to her eyes. Dark wood, rich fabric and a white marble floor, it was simply exquisite. As was the man who waited for her at the front desk. The way he smiled at her, she knew there’d been no reason for nerves. God, he looked good. Black suit, white shirt, immaculately groomed as always.
“Evenin’, darlin’.” He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, his stomach practically fizzing. She looked like a celestial dream sprinkled in sin, her eyes smoky black, making the blue shine out like a cloudless sky. “Come on. Let’s go up.” Taking her hand, he kissed it, the action making her skin tingle as she swallowed back a gulp, anticipation almost crippling her as she glided across the lobby towards the elevator, the scent of him making her head spin, the moment seeping into her, waiting with him for it to arrive, her heart going ten to the dozen.
Even if it was only for one night, she knew she’d remember it forever.
“You’re very quiet,” he commented, pressing the button for the penthouse.
“I have the distinct feeling I shan’t be for much longer.” He arched an eyebrow, grinning smugly. No. She would not. He gestured for her to exit first, the elevator opening into a small area with just one door, Beth feeling almost like a gazelle in the sights of a lion as she sensed him behind her, sliding the card into the lock, his breath warm at her neck, his other hand resting to the curve of her waist.
Once inside, she expected to be set upon, her body gripped, mauled in such big, capable hands, yet he didn’t. Standing behind her, his fingers wandered down her arms, her skin tingling, his lips kissing her bare shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more beautiful, and believe me, sweetheart, that takes some doing for you.” He felt like every neuron in his being was striking with wild electricity as he unzipped her dress, the curve of her elegant back begging for his tongue to meet it.
She turned, sliding her dress down, stepping out of it, her hands smoothing his chest through his suit. Her eyes shone like two shards of ice through the dimly lit room, holding more desire than he’d ever thought possible. Their undressing was a gentle adagio, a soft symphony, savoured, relished, their fingers careful and delicate. What swirled beneath it all though, it was like watching a savage storm slowly rolling over a coastline, primed to decimate, shake the ground, electrify, rock their foundations to rubble.
She was like a million neon lights blazing through him, her quivering hands stroking his chest as he rid himself of his shirt, his hands unfastening her bra, hers pushing the black lace of her underwear down, Alfie looking her dead in the eye as he unfastened his belt, Beth taking his trousers and boxers to pull them down as she crouched. When she saw what was lurking within, she almost fainted... and he wasn’t even hard yet.
Kicking himself from the rest of his clothes, his body trembled as she pressed her tongue against his navel, slowly sliding it up his body in a firm lick as she stood, his senses besieged by a swirling storm of ecstasy... and he hadn’t even kissed her. They gazed at one another unbreakably, there naked before each other at last, his one hand grasping her waist, the other moving her hair, his mouth kissing the delicate juncture of her neck. Her veins blazed, clutching his powerful arms, the storm rolling in faster, lightning flickering as he looked down on her again with near unhinged lust.
That was the moment the thunder broke.
Their lips met, a kiss of wild, uncontained longing, finally let loose as he picked her up and threw her onto the bed, his body covering hers in a second, mouth descending to her, kissing her with feral longing. Oh, how he’d waited for this, dreamed of it, been driven to distraction by her, this beautiful enchantress.
If another world existed outside of this, in that moment, he didn’t want it.
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stealing my beloved sam’s @honeybadgerstan tags from one of the daniel enchanté posts from the past couple of days and running with it (this took me so long to write which i’m pretty sure drabbles aren’t supposed to do but oh well)
takes place in the 2022 portion of both “all the while you were stood here waiting” and “home is wherever you are tonight” - i guess more the latter bc this is max pov lol
max knocked twice in quick succession before opening the door without waiting for an answer. “daniel! do you want these in the fridge or do you want some now?” he called out as soon as he entered the apartment. out of habit, he quickly hooked the door closed behind him with his foot, despite there not being two furry little bodies darting for the opening.
max headed straight to daniel’s kitchen - regardless of daniel’s answer, he wouldn’t want all the orange slices in the tupperware right then. max scratched idly at a sticky spot on the side of the container. he licked his thumb and then rubbed at the spot, trying to get rid of the orange juice residue. max looked up from the fruit in his hands and stopped in his tracks.
there, on daniel’s counter, was a bowl of oranges. granted, there were lemons and maybe a couple of peaches but max’s focus wasn’t on them. the tupperware in his hands felt like it weighed a million kilos. why would daniel, after all these years, suddenly have bought himself oranges?
max felt daniel come up behind him, “max, i said could i have a couple of - max? what’s wrong, babe?”
max woodenly opened the tupperware in his hands before holding it up to daniel. “you have oranges.” max couldn’t pretend he didn’t sound resentful of fruit.
daniel grabbed two slices from the container, pinching them between his long fingers. his hoodie was a green color that max hadn’t seen before.
“um, yeah, i just did a merch shoot and somehow i was the one that came home with the fruit we used. apparently no one wanted the stuff i’d been juggling with.” max looked over his shoulder at daniel, who had a sheepish expression on his face as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.
“they let you juggle?” max raised his eyebrows, smirking.
daniel pouted at max. “i get to have fun with my merch, max. they just sent me preliminary footage if you need proof.”
max gave a noncommittal hum and clicked the lid back into place on the tupperware. he walked over to the fridge and slid the container in on the left side. he turned back around to face daniel. the hoodie daniel was wearing had two yellow flowers on the chest and said “enchanté café.” daniel looked adorably cozy in it. “show me?”
daniel smiled, sweet and soft. “sure, you can help me decide what’s good enough to keep and what i should tell them to delete forever.”
max walked around the island and knocked daniel’s shoulder as he passed him into the living room. “i’m sure there’s nothing that bad.” he probably sounded way too fond.
daniel followed max to the couch, sinking down next to him. max slowly shifted his thigh to press all the way against daniel’s as daniel reached for his laptop. daniel pulled up the footage and max leaned in closer to daniel, eventually resting his head on daniel’s shoulder, to see it better.
as daniel scrolled through the photos and clips, max mostly just hummed in agreement with whatever comment daniel made. daniel had always had a better eye for this kind of stuff anyway. daniel scrolled to a video of him laying on his back with lemon slices over his eyes, “oh that one hurt like a bitch!”
max snorted, “why did you put lemons on your eyes?”
“it seemed like a good idea at the time!” daniel whined.
“well, you should definitely include that picture so everyone knows how stupid you are sometimes,” max teased. he pressed his shoulder into daniel’s, as he reached to click to the next picture.
daniel exhaled sharply through his nose, “with the way this season is going, people don’t need me putting lemons on my eyes to think that.”
max lifted his head and turned to look at daniel. he looked tired. “it will get better, or it won’t and then you’ll go somewhere better and then it will.” daniel closed his eyes before turning to face max. when daniel opened his eyes, he and max were nose to nose. max leaned forward and bumped his nose against daniel’s. “trust me.”
daniel’s exhaled “okay” smelled like oranges.
they finished looking through the preliminaries, with max making sure to say that he thought daniel’s juggling was very good.
(“even when i dropped it in the pool?”
“yeah, it was very cute.”
“maxy, you’re gonna make me blush.”)
max was on his way out the door when he glanced back into the kitchen, seeing the oranges once more. he steeled himself and turned to face daniel, “it was just because of the shoot, right? not because you ran out or because i didn’t - “
daniel’s face was soft, “max, babe, it was just because of the shoot, i promise. you’ve been keeping me in just the right amount of oranges.”
max felt a blush crawl up his cheeks. “good.”
it was only after max had been home for three hours that he realized daniel had called him “babe” twice.
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a month later when daniel’s new enchanté merch finally dropped, max bought all seven of the sweatshirts and both t-shirts, picturing daniel’s soft sweet smile, and remembering how cozy daniel had looked in all of the pictures.
#larks writes#maxiel#daniel ricciardo#max verstappen#i’m on mobile rn so sorry for no cut and it being a little long for anyone who doesn’t want to read this#also sorry if this is bad i haven’t written anything in a little bit#what am i saying? this is definitely bad i’m so sorry y’all#i don’t know how to write anymore if i ever knew how to write at all
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So, I’ve been gone for a while again, because uni and work and life sucks, but this is always my happy place, so I figured I’d check in anyway. ^_^
This got long, so to start with -- let me know what you’re up to! Tag me, reblog this, whatever you do, all my notifications for the next 24-36 hours I will respond! What’s your most recent favourite bit of writing? What goal is in your grasp? What’s pissing you off in your life that you wanna bitch about? I am genuinely interested and can’t wait to hear! ^_^
Under the cut: brief musings on my current projects (including TE-YAL, which is rapidly becoming my favourite for reasons that will become obvious if you read), and slightly longer musings on ChatGPT (oooooooooh, controversial!!!!!):
With assignments and whatnot I haven’t done a whole lot of writing recently, which kills me. (What also kills me: the week we had on ‘legal writing’, where I spent the entire time I was watching content going ‘oh no. Oh no. No.’ Basically take the way I write and demolish it, and you’ll get what my examiners want. They said not to use the words heretofore, abovementioned, or whereas -- I use the two former casually at the slightest provocation in text communication, and I use ‘whereas’ more than occasionally in actual conversation, so that’s fucking fun. -.-) There’s also a semi-issue with The Monstrosity where I decided I probably need to delete a character -- and therefore change the POV from the original to something completely different, including all of their relationships with the other characters. It’s kinda unconsciously blocked me (? or maybe that’s just uni and other shit); regardless, I thoroughly imagined the next scene, but haven’t actually got it down into words. Lots of rejigging and whatnot which annoys me, because plotting is not my forte, which brings me to my next point:
I revisited TE-YAL just over the last couple of days for... reasons (that I genuinely cannot recall, but anyway). And I know I’m gonna be fucking lynched for this on here, but I’m gonna say it anyway -- due to a series of circumstances I’ll detail below, I used ChatGPT to get me through the block, and I think it’s fucking worked.
I’m gonna say straight up, please don’t think I’m using it to write anything. The fact is that TE-YAL stands for Traumatised Ex-Young Adult Leads, and the idea of the WIP is that it’s a group of people who experienced something that could have been a YA novel, coming back together to confront the people that made them, and discovering that everything they thought they knew about their origin wasn’t actually true -- but that last bit (confronting the people, etc) I didn’t have an idea on until tonight.
So this is rambly, but if you’ve made it this far, congrats, you get the full, still not-entirely-coherent explanation:
The initial idea was very ephemeral, and used an idea I’ve played with in a lot of WIPs, unsure which suited it best. It’s basically a superpower that’s medically possible. And I played with that for (*checks*) around 13k, and then I was like, ‘well, if I’m gonna make a thing of this, I need other medically plausible superpowers for the others’.
And I could research that, but you go to a wiki page on nanotechnology or gene manipulation and come back to me four hours later still not sure if that would work.
So I went to ChatGPT. And asked the question, ‘what superpowers would be medically plausible?’
And it gave me a list. And I asked, ‘okay, that’s cool, but how on earth would #3 on your list actually be medically plausible?’
And it gave me an answer. And it fitted with what I was working with.
So I asked about a couple of other numbers. And some didn’t work, but some did. And suddenly I have 90% of the worldbuilding that I hate -- having to do medical research to ensure that what I’m proposing is at least plausible.
(And, I know, some people would probably say, ‘well, why does it need to be plausible?’ But this is a genuine block I have, and a reason to not write.)
And the fact is -- when I started jotting down notes about who had what ‘superpower’, I started to go, ‘okay, why would this company be researching this in this way? What do they have to gain?’ And an hour later, I have an entire backstory, and -- without meaning to blow my own horn -- it’s fucking amazing. Like this WIP has fucking legs. There’s so much commentary there, and I already knew there would be commentary, cuz there’s a problem with one of the main relationships and there’s also problems with what the fuck happens after these traumatised YA leads save the world? And there’s bigger questions I’m looking at and wanting to explore. And honestly I’m really excited because I think it could be really cool.
And I’m not using ChatGPT to fucking write anything. God knows it couldn’t, and if it could, I don’t see how it would be much different than AI art -- a poor imitation of human imagination. But to collate information in a way that negates my tendency to procrastinate because I need specific answers and can’t be bothered learning basic gene theory in order to do so? Fucking amazing.
And honestly, because I’m so bad at plots, I’m not entirely opposed to asking its opinion on what an arc should be for someone with X background, or Y scenarios that might lead to Z. They might all suck and I’ll roll my eyes. Or it might give me a jumping off point -- just enough to jog my own imagination, and make me go, omigod, y’know what, that could WORK...
I think it’s a tool -- and it’s a tool that’s gonna be misused (people use hammers to kill people, after all). And I don’t think it can write. I don’t believe AI can write a novel that many people would read. Some people would, but some people read the drivel that’s self-published on Amazon, and have we ever viewed that as competition?
There’s gonna be developments of course, and don’t get me wrong -- I ABSOLUTELY condemn the training of these fucking AIs on writing, painting, digital art, or ANY OTHER ART where the author or artist has not given permission. Perhaps that’s where people would also condemn my usage of it. But I genuinely believe this usage makes it a content narrower, an assistant who can go back and google the bullshit I don’t wanna and spend the time simplifying the resulting information into a way that I can use for my stories without me spending hours researching if it’s medically plausible for a person to shoot lasers from their eyes. (It’s not, according to the 500 word response from ChatGPT.)
I guess this post is to say -- hi, I hate worldbuilding! And any tool that makes that easier is going to be embraced by me. (Also, the profession I want to go into is already saturated by this type of AI, and I am going to need to keep up with the times if I want a job when I graduate in a million five years.)
If you’ve made it this far, congrats! Please tell me your opinions on what I’ve said. It may take me fucking weeks to respond because of everything else, but I’m highly interested in this issue and highly invested in the tiny little experiments I’ve done tonight. Also, if you wanna know more about TE-YAL, lemme know, because I’d love to talk about it. ^_^
#pockets muses IWL#WIP: TE-YAL#chatGPT#ooooh that's bold#fucking tagging that#and#writeblr#IN THE SAME POST??#i dunno maybe i'm behind the times with my thoughts here#but it's a thing and i thought it should be said#aside from all that#PLEASE PLEASE let me know what's happening with you!#after an absence i hate not knowing how all my friends are doing :(#so please catch me up if you wish#(jellyfish) ^_^_
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Every Cell Anew (Every Wound the Same)
Fandom: Doctor Who, Doctor Who: Redacted
Ships: Thirteenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Thirteenth Doctor & Cleo Proctor
Characters: Thirteenth Doctor, Cleo Proctor
Rating: General
Word Count: 1,964
Other Tags: Grief/Mourning, Post-Redacted, Gender Identity
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Summary: Cleo’s life has mostly gone back to normal. So she’s not expecting to hear a familiar sound on the Powell Estate. But the Doctor is back, come to revisit her old love.
NOTES: i cannot get over dw redacted. i will probably write more about it if i can get my computer working again. i want to do a thasmin fic about it too. but like. THAT LAST EPISODE SAID THIRTEENROSE RIGHTS. if you’re looking through the thirteenrose tag and you haven’t listened to redacted you literally need to. we have CANON AUDIO OF THIRTEEN MENTIONING ROSE. anyway. enjoy this fic i wrote it all on my phone with very little editing i just needed it to exist
Cleo’s life had, for the most part, gone back to normal. She still remembered the Doctor, at least vaguely— remembered blonde hair, a furrowed brow. She remembered the ghosts, although sometimes she thought they must have been a nightmare. She asked Abby and Shawna about it sometimes, trying to remember— between the three of them, they could usually get a picture of what had happened, even if it was fuzzy around the edges.
But they were back to the podcast, and Cleo was busy with her acting classes, and everything felt the same as always, except now Cleo and her mum were actually talking. Which was an improvement, however complicated Cleo’s feelings on the matter were.
Everything felt the same as always. Until Cleo heard it. A sound right out of her dreams— or maybe her nightmares.
The Blue Box.
She ran outside, standing at the rail as she watched the box flicker into existence. Between the hazy quality of her memories and the absolute improbability of the box, Cleo had trouble believing it was actually there— the blue police box, fading into being, sitting innocently on the street, with no hint as to the wonders within.
Cleo waited, watching.
The door opened, and out stepped the Doctor. She looked— Cleo squinted. Tired was the only word that seemed to apply. Her shoulders were hunched, her head down. She leaned against a wall, hair falling across her face.
Cleo hurried down the stairs to the sidewalk. The Doctor didn’t seem to notice her approach— Cleo slowed down as she got closer, hesitant to disturb the Doctor‘s— well, whatever the Doctor was doing.
“Doctor?” she called, tentative.
The Doctor looked up. “Oh. Cleo.” There was something about her— or maybe the absence of something. When Cleo had met her before, she’d seemed emotional, sure, but she’d had this sense of the dramatic about her— she felt larger than life. Now, she looked— well, the words that were coming to Cleo’s mind were “wet” and “pathetic,” but she was pretty sure that was just her sign to delete her Tumblr account. The Doctor looked empty, was what it was. Empty, and fragile, and very very human.
“Sorry,” Cleo said. “Did you want to be left alone?”
The Doctor waved a hand. It fell limply after her side. “That’s all right. I thought you might be here.”
“Yeah, I mean, I live here.” Cleo stepped back. “But seriously, babes, I can leave you alone if you’re not feeling it.”
The Doctor looked up, and Cleo saw tears in her eyes. Tears, and a watery sort of sorrow.
“Are you—“ Cleo hesitated. She didn’t know how to approach the Doctor, really. If you believed the stories, this was a thousand-year-old alien who could change her face and solve just about any problem, no matter how wet and pathetic she looked. What could Cleo offer? But she tried anyway. “Are you all right?”
The Doctor waved a hand again, somehow even more limply than before. “I will be,” she said vaguely. “That virus— took a lot out of me, I think.”
“So…” Cleo tried to think of the gentlest way to ask her question. Finally, she just said it. “Why are you back here? There’s not another world-ending emergency we need to know about, is there?”
She thought she caught the hint of an exhausted smile on the Doctor’s lips.
“No,” she said. “I don’t usually go looking for emergencies, you know.”
“Okay,” Cleo said slowly. “So what do you go looking for?”
“Memories,” the Doctor breathed. “Usually new ones.” She gestured out at the estate. “Today, old.”
Cleo thought back to what she’d seen in the Doctor’s mind. The old Doctors— a few of their friends— oh. Rose Tyler. Cleo’s old babysitter, who’d lived on the estate, who the Doctor had known, who’d done a runner and come home and spent the next year being sporadically around, except—
“She didn’t run away, did she?” Cleo blurted out. “Or get kidnapped, or fall in with some kind of gang, or whatever else people were saying about her.”
The Doctor didn’t ask who Cleo was talking about. She just let her head tilt back, hitting the wall with a clunk, as she looked up at the estate.
“No,” she breathed. She glanced back at Cleo. “Or, suppose she did run away, technically. But I meant to get her back sooner. It was a mistake, that year. A stupid mistake.”
And Cleo didn’t have to ask which year. She’d been young, sure, but she remembered Jackie Tyler wandering the estate with posters and a roll of tape, the gossip around town, her mum speculating whether Mickey Smith had done something or whether Rose had gone off with an older man like she had before. Technically, Cleo realized, the latter theory was right. And good thing, too— Cleo had always liked Mickey Smith.
“So you… traveled with her?” Cleo asked, trying to picture it. Her old babysitter, at the time a teenager with heavy eyeliner and tousled blonde hair, traveling in that strange blue box. It sort of fit, she decided. Rose always had seemed a bit bored.
“Yeah,” the Doctor said. “She was— I mean— we were—“
“Oh my God, you were in love with her.” It came out before Cleo could stop it, and she clapped her hands over her mouth, suddenly afraid she’d crossed a line. “Sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying sometimes.”
But the Doctor didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “I was.” She lowered her gaze, looking past Cleo with everything in her eyes. How did she even do that? She had so much emotion packed in there, it was ridiculous. “Last time I was here,” she continued, “before the virus, I mean, I was just about to die. Every cell in my body hurt. I came for New Year, 2005. I just wanted to see her one last time.” She took a deep breath, shaky on the exhale. “It was before she knew who I was. Time travel, you know, you can do that. But she was so… so young, and so kind. Looked at me, with the snow falling around her face, and said, ‘See ya.’” The Doctor shook her head. “She had no idea.”
“And that was— how long ago, for you?” Cleo asked.
“Hard to say, really.” The Doctor shrugged. “Two thousand years, probably.”
Cleo’s jaw dropped. “Two th— you mean to tell me you lost this girl two thousand years ago, and you’re still all cut up about it?” She shook her head. “Wow. Suppose Shawna was right about immortality being a scam.”
The Doctor managed a laugh. “I meet new people. Make new friends. But I never forget the people who mattered to me.” Her face screwed up into a stage and unrecognizable expression. “Well. Not without outside influence.” She swallowed. “Coming back here before— it just reminded me how much I missed her. Or the virus reminded me, I suppose. When it made this place an epicenter.”
“Because of how much she mattered to you,” Cleo said slowly. “Babe. You are awful at getting over your exes.”
“Yeah, well, come talk to me when your next relationship ends with one of you stranded in a parallel universe, why don’t you?” The Doctor didn’t sound too annoyed— just tired.
“Fair enough,” Cleo said.
“Anyway,” the Doctor added, “I have moved on. Few times over, really. Got new people in my life. But sometimes—“ Her voice breaks. “Sometimes I need to remember the past.”
“Yeah.” Cleo thought back to her childhood, playing on the estate, running around with Jordan and the other kids. “She was my favorite babysitter, you know.”
The Doctor was looking at Cleo with a plaintive expression. “Oh, yeah?”
“Never seemed to really want to be a babysitter, mind,” Cleo said, “but she’d let me mess around with her makeup and everything. And, you know, I was all boy mode back then. Weren’t too many people in 2004 who would’ve let a 7-year-old boy play with their eyeshadow.” She hesitated. “Honestly, though, I think she was friends with Sally Salter. Probably knew a thing or two about kids like me.”
“What do you mean by boy mode?” the Doctor asked, her brow furrowed.
“You know,” Cleo said. “When you’re trans, but you’re not out yet, or you have to pretend to be your gender you were assigned at birth. Boy mode.”
Recognition settled on the Doctor’s face. “Oh, right! Yaz explained all that to me once. My friend Yaz. Well, I say friend. It’s complicated. Anyway. She was asking me if I was trans, and I didn’t really get it, just because, you know, you humans and your genders never really make sense to me. But she didn’t explain ‘boy mode.’ I like it.”
“Hang on,” Cleo said with a frown. “You were a man before. Are you not trans?”
“I don’t know,” the Doctor said. “Technically, my gender changed. But so did everything else in my body. That’s what happens when I die.” She raised her eyebrows. “Also why your bat wasn’t going to do much to me.”
“Yeah, point taken, the bat was a bad idea.”
“But the thing is,” the Doctor continued, “ everything about me changed. Not just my gender. Eyes, hair, favorite foods. Personality, even. At my core, I’m always the same— but the rest of me can’t seem to stay put.” She paused. “I don’t really think of myself as a gender, anyway. That’s a human thing. I just show up in my body, and people can make of that what they will. Not really any of my business, is it?”
Cleo laughed. “You tell ‘em, babe.”
“Sorry,” the Doctor said, her eyes flitting nervously from side to side. “Sort of a complicated answer.”
“Yeah, well, I asked a complicated question.” Cleo looked the Doctor up and down. She looked a little less defeated— there was a bit of a glimmer in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Anyway. You going to be all right?” Before the Doctor could answer, she rushed to add, “And you’d better not lie just to avoid being vulnerable to a near-stranger.”
The Doctor smiled again, exhaling through her nose the beginnings of a laugh. “I will be,” she said, and it sounded honest. “Eventually.” She looked around. “Don’t think I’ll ever stop missing this place, though.”
“Yeah, well, you’re welcome round mine for tea anytime,” Cleo said. “Long as you don’t mind my brother.”
“Thanks.” The Doctor glanced towards her box. “Suppose I’d better go for now, though. Got to pick up Yaz in Sheffield.”
Yaz in Sheffield. Something else clicked in Cleo’s mind. “Oh my God, hold on a second!” she yelled. “Yaz. Yasmin Khan! Shawna’s neighbor! You’re traveling with Shawna’s neighbor Yasmin Khan. Oh my God, I can’t wait to tell Shawna.”
“Oh, yeah, Yaz got a real laugh out of you all talking about her on the podcast,” the Doctor said. “You know. After we figured out her family was okay. And we probably needed a real laugh, so. Thanks.”
“Anytime, babe.” Cleo gave the Doctor a little wave. “Come back round sometime, yeah?”
The Doctor pressed her mouth into a line, giving Cleo a tight nod. Without another word, she disappeared into her box. Cleo watched, hair whipping in the sudden wind, as it disappeared.
So that was what had happened to Rose Tyler. She went off in that box with the Doctor, disappearing into time and space. Somehow, that made some part of Cleo’s childhood make a lot more sense.
The box was gone now. Stepping back towards the stairwell, Cleo took out her phone and opened her groupchat with Abby and Shawna.
She had an encounter to report.
#doctor who#my fic#fanfiction#thirteenth doctor#rose tyler#thirteenrose#thirteen x rose#doctorrose#cleo proctor#doctor who redacted#dw redacted
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YES GEN9! new pokemon stuff was announced yesterday and i've just been jumping off the walls in excitement if you ever see a specific pokemon named ✨koraidon✨ you can tag me in his stuff lol i love that new boy so much BUT i am so touched you think of me when you see pokemon i'm sure i've said that already but yeah i'm glad i'm known for this it's one of my biggest personality traits lmaoo AND YES I MISS YOU AND BTW I MISS YOU MORE THERE'S NO WAY YOU MISS ME MORE 😤😤😤😤💜💜💜💜💜
GEN 9??? NINE???? oh my heck
okay o just did a quick google search and wiki skim read and i only know the first 4 generations ajsjjss anythijg from bnw onwards is a whole new world to me (i can name maybe 2 pokemon from bnw HAHHA) okay i will now read the rest of the ask bc was so bamboozled about there being 9 gens
OOO wait was koraidon one of the legendaries bc the 2 legendaries for this gen look really cool hshshsj
im absolutely losing it over this gen bc of lechonk and the. the olive one. i forgot its name but it was so FUNNY ive been whrrzing about it ever since i first saw them sjdnsjdnjd they make me wanna play pokemon again (hence the nintendo switch post i think i made and hopefully didnt delete?? idr tbh)
bestie babes i love u and i hate confrontation but its worth it for the things that matter so nO I MISS YOU MORE QND I HOPE YOURE WELL AND THAT YOUR Walls dont collapse from u jumping off of them too much bc of pokemon
omg also HAHAHHAA i went to look at my spotify daily mixes or whatever and one of them has a bunch of persona5 and pandora hearts songs and im like 😭😭😭 what 😭😭 i only listened to those once when izzy rec'd them and now i have a playlist w them in it HQHAHAHHAHA
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my fatal flaw is going to sleep late every night of the week except for fridays, the one day i dont have literally anything to do the next day
#like every other school night its like 11:30 and later but on fridays?? In bed at 10#yes im still on tumblr but thats bc im waiting for my sister to get out of the bathroom igenuinely think im going to sleep after that#like wtf why is this the one day im exhausted enough to go to sleep actually wait tag cancelled nvm its bc of the whole week#but like fr. It’s my current worst character trait /hj#i rlly am exhausted tho and i rlly should go see a doctor soon :/#also since this is turning into a vent post i am sad bc my sister got a haircut and i did not#before that sounds rlly petty for context she has gotten 2 in the past four months andi have not gotten one since september#and It’s lowkey making me dysphoric at this point like i desperately would like a haircut and soon#But every time i bring it up to my mom I get a non answer which is v frustrating#i also had an apush final today that went not ideal but also like we literally aren’t finished w the curriculum yet???#like sir our ap is in three school days you have two teaching days left and we have only gotten to ronald Reagan.#you are missing a good 20 years still. Bruh.#everything is happening all at once and i am j sludging through it yk? But its ok ill be fine in like a week im j tired#lee’s bullshit#vent post#tw rant#tw panic attack mention#wait did i delete that tag oh well whatever#long post#honestly this is a banger post i j got distracted in the tags /lh /hj
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Guilt-Seven
Pairings: Andy Barber x Reader
Warnings: fluff, mostly angst, swearing, and some implied smut here and there.
Summary: When a murder hits the small-town reader lives in and personally attacks the family she works for, she would never image the toll that it would take on her as well. But not for the reason people would think. The last thing Reader thought she would find herself in during the murder trial was falling in love with her boss, Andy Barber and him returning those feelings.
Authors Note: Oh man this one took me all night to write. I kept deleting paragraphs after writing them because I didn't like it. But hopefully you all do. Tags are open!
Tags: @liecastillo @patzammit
“Y/N? Hey, everything alright?”
Snapping out of my thoughts, I gathered my surroundings and noticed that I was still sitting next to Andy on his couch, him a few inches from me. His hair wasn’t messed up from my fingers and his lips weren’t swollen from my own due to our kiss.
“Hm?” I pondered, confused. “Did you say something?”
He chuckled. “I asked you what you wanted to talk about.”
Wait, so we hadn’t just kissed? I imagined the whole thing?
God damn, it felt so real. I could still taste his beer and ham sandwich from our lunch on my lips. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach knowing that it was in fact in my mind, the kiss never happened.
“Oh, right. I feel that since I’m here I should be doing something around here, I’m getting paid for the day.”
Andy could tell that I was lying, opting not to say what was truthfully on my mind, but thankfully he didn’t press into it more.
“You deserve the day off; sit back and relax,” Andy said.
He stood and walked over to the fireplace, lighting it with a snap of a button, and soon was back on the couch; his new spot was a few inches closer to me. He browsed the channels on the television, but I didn’t pay any attention to him.
My mind was elsewhere, on our kiss. Or what I thought was a kiss.
Everything about it felt real so knowing it wasn’t, caused a few tears well in my eyes. I was so smitten with this man next to me that even a fake kiss had rocked me to the core.
“Hey,” Andy gently touched my knee, “Are you alright? You seem upset.”
I nodded but refused to meet his gaze which caused him to set a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him.
His eyes searched mine, trying to figure out why I was so upset and sad.
“You look like you want to cry,” he whispered.
“It’s been a long day,” I lied, hoping Andy wouldn’t question me.
His thumb traced circles on my cheek, and I closed my eyes at the sensation, wishing I could feel it all over.
“Are you tired?” His voice was quiet.
I nodded.
“Did you want to go upstairs and lay down?”
At the mention of the large guest bed and many cloud-like pillows, I almost groaned. I was tired, that was true, because I had spent most of the night tossing and turning with nerves of my questioning this morning.
“That sounds amazing,” I admitted.
Andy’s thumb kept grazing my cheek, the feeling slowly letting the sleep take over on the couch.
“Why don’t you head up and get some rest then,” Andy motioned towards the staircase.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from his grasp and stood from the couch. “Thanks Andy.”
He smiled up at me. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
My heart soared at the pet name.
I was awakened from a deep slumber from loud voices coming from down the hall. When I sat up in bed, I could see from the ajar door that Laurie and Andy were in Jacob's room; and they were not happy.
“Show your mother! Show her what you’ve been up to!”
Andy’s voice was booming throughout the hallway, and I almost second guessed my choice as I appeared in the doorway of Jacob’s room. Laurie noticed me but I could tell that by seeing me, she was actually happy.
“Everything alright?” I asked.
Andy turned to look at me. “I’m sorry if I woke you, Y/N. Jacob was in the middle of showing us something.”
Laurie looked uncomfortable so I gave her a warming smile, letting her know that whatever Andy was angry about, it would be okay.
“I think I should go,” I said towards Andy. “Whatever is going on seems like it should only be between the three of you.”
“No,” Jacob spoke from his spot on his bed. “Please don’t leave.”
It was clear that he wanted someone else in the room to hopefully take his side in whatever this situation was.
I nodded at Jacob. “Only if your mom is alright with me staying.”
When I looked at her, she gave me a small smile. I knew that there were going to be moments during this whole ordeal that it would have to be the three of them and I didn’t want to overstep. It was clear after last night that Laurie had no problem telling me when that time would be.
“You can stay, Y/N. I could use some help calming Andy down,” she nodded towards him.
“What’s going on then?” I asked Jacob.
“Show them,” Andy demanded once more.
Reluctantly, Jacob turned his laptop screen towards us, and I cursed at the image. It was his face photoshopped on a man's body holding an ax with the caption ‘what people think of me’.
“What the hell, Jacob,” I muttered.
Laurie cursed while running a hand through her hair and Andy turned his back to Jacob, not wanting to look at him.
“It was a joke,” Jacob defended.
“Do you know what a joke like this could do to you while you’re being charged for murder?” Andy snapped.
This was a side of Andy that I had never seen before, and I’d be lying if I said I liked it. Whenever I was around him, he was sweet and kind. Nothing compared to this.
“Nobody knows who it is,” Jacob assured.
“Everyone knows! How do you think I know?! This is damaging and you’re either to stupid or arrogant to know the difference!” Andy screamed.
“Andy,” I spoke softly while reaching for his arm, but he pulled away.
Laurie was quietly sobbing next to me, also never seeing her husband get this angry.
“I’m not stupid,” Jacob’s voice sounded so broken and embarrassed.
Andy kept yelling about how this picture could damage his case and make it easier for the state to prosecute him.
The way his jaw tensed with every angry word he spewed; I couldn’t help but feel aroused between my legs; I knew it was wrong to feel so turned on by this side of Andy during this argument.
“Andy that’s enough! You’re scaring him,” Laurie warned.
“He should be scared! I’m scared!” Andy admitted, loudly.
“Okay,” I stepped between him and Jacob, “Why don’t we leave to cool off while Laurie and Jacob delete the post, yeah?”
I turned my attention towards Jacob with my last thought and he immediately nodded.
“I think that’s a good idea,” Laurie agreed.
“It doesn’t matter, it’s still out there.”
Andy tried to explain but I pressed both of my hands to his chest, leading him out of the room and letting the door shut behind me. We both walked into his bedroom and once we were alone, I let him pace around the room with his hands on his hip.
The steam was practically fuming from his ears.
“Are you calm now?” I questioned after a few moments.
“She’s so blind that she doesn’t realize how bad this is for Jacob! He could have hurt his chances at beating this charge!”
Andy’s deep voice caused me to jump; now that it was just the two of us, his voice sounded ten times louder.
But I put my slight fear to the side as I walked up to him, placing my hands on either side of his face so I could make him look into my eyes.
“You need to take a breath and calm down, Andy.”
With my slight touch, I felt the anger from him slip through my fingers and when his breathing started to become even and steady again, I knew he was calm.
“Better?” I questioned, still keeping his face in my hands.
Andy nodded. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”
I gently patted his cheek. “Like you said, we’re all scared right now for Jacob so it’s going to be a stressful time for everyone.”
His hands had found their way to the small of my back and he turned his face into my hand, his lips pressing soft kisses into my palm. “Thank you for staying.”
The butterflies in my stomach went wild with this. “We’re in this mess together. You guys have become my family so I’m not going to leave you.”
With the mention of 'family’, Andy’s face became unreadable. Was he upset that I had compared him to my family, or had I gone too far in saying that?
We stayed in each other’s grasp for a few more seconds, both becoming comfortable. The fear of being caught by Laurie was the farthest thing in my mind when I looked from Andy’s eyes to his lips. My eyes asked him a silent question and he knew what that question was.
He went to lean in, closer to my lips, but when we heard Jacob’s door open and shut, we both jumped away from one another. I scurried closer to the bedroom door while Andy had sat on the edge of the bed.
Laurie walked in with a sympathetic smile on her face. “He deleted it.”
Andy nodded, keeping his gaze low. “Good.”
I agreed. “I think it’s best if I take the rest of the week off, give you guys a couple days to calm down and ease into your new routine.”
Andy now had his attention fully on me when he heard my words. He shook his head, clearly not agreeing with my choice.
Laurie, on the other hand, agreed. “I think that’s a good idea. I got laid off today, so I think I’ll be able to handle the housework for a few days.”
“I’ll be back on Monday morning to save you,” I joked with her.
We always got along and clicked so well that the guilt of falling in love with her husband weighed heavy on my shoulders.
“Thank you, Y/N,” she grasped my hand shaking it, “Whatever I say in anger, don’t take it to heart. It’s a tough time right now for all of us.”
“Don’t even worry about it. I’m here for whatever you 7guys need,” I reassured her.
“I’ll walk you out,” Andy rose from the bed.
Giving Laurie a quick goodbye, I let Andy lead me downstairs to the front door. After he helped me into my jacket, I took my bag from him with a warm smile.
He leaned against the doorframe after opening the door and sighed. “I’m going to miss you.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I usually take the weekends off anyway so it’s just an extra day.”
Andy merely shrugged. “I like seeing your face, brightens up my day.”
Those damn butterflies fluttered to life once again.
"Oh, do you now? I have a pretty face?" I played along flirtatious.
"You have a beautiful face," Andy declared without missing a beat.
Before I could second guess my choice, I leaned up towards his bearded cheek and laid a gentle kiss on his cheek, right next to his lips. He turned his face towards mine, eyes shining bright.
“Something to think about while I’m gone,” I breathed, voice laced with desire.
Without giving Andy a second to respond, I walked out of the house and into the dark night.
#andy barber#andy barber x reader#andy barber and reader#chris evans fluff#andy barber angst#andy barber fluff#andy barber x y/n#chris evans characters#cevans#andy barber fic#andy barber fanfiction#andy barber imagine#andy barber reader insert#andy barber female reader
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