Dynamics

Women of Color Are:

Accomplished:

Multi- Talented

Graceful:

Colorful:

Funny: 

Elegant

Artistic: 

Humble:

Compelling:

Dedicated:

Courageous  

Powerful

Fabulous: 

PASSIONATE

Yet Sadly…..

Overlooked 

WOMEN OF COLOR ARE VALID, HUMAN, AND FUCKING AWESOME

My life - my personality, my habits, even my speech - is a combination of the books I choose to read, the people I choose to listen to, and the thoughts I choose to tolerate in my mind…

Andy Andrews  (via wordsnquotes)

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via thequotejournals)

The Most Heartbreakingly Beautiful Lines In Literature

Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.

Alain de Botton (via thelovejournals)

To love me means also loving to hear all the raging thoughts in my head at one in the morning when all of my frustrations suddenly burst; it also means embracing all the quirkiness wrapped around my entirety like adoring how beautiful the stars up above midnight or how the clouds move in a slow motion to form warriors and knights; it may as well mean coming with me at Mcdonald’s when I crave for some fries and sundae at two in the morning; it’s also defined as listening to my senseless and repetitious stories about my dreams, fantasies and everyday life. To love me means swearing that you would listen to the songs I would tell to you in the middle of the day because I assure you, you’d be hearing from me talking about them from time to time. Loving someone like me isn’t easy for I am someone scarred badly in the past. My whole system is composed of heartaches, pains, sorrows and miseries—I am imperfectly flawed but that made me who I am. To love me is to embrace those imperfections stitched through my veins. To love me means allowing me to have solitude once in a while since I have these moments that I want to shut my world down from everybody else; I have those dark times that I never wanted to talk to anybody at all and just want to lock myself in my own world. Just give me some time to think, at the end of the day I will come back to you. To love me is to tell me how much you care for me even in the slightest way—I will surely appreciate that even my form of appreciation and gratitude is to tell how corny or annoying you are, but deep down, your words mean a lot and warmed my heart. To love me means staying with me no matter how messy and difficult I could be. All I ever want is someone who will stand right behind me during my darkest and worst moments of my life. To love me is to tell me your thoughts and opinions about the things I keep on telling you about even they mean nothing to you. To love me is to allow me to grow with you as a being physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I am a complicated and difficult person. I am crazy, wild, freak, easily hurt and gullible. So tell me you love me when you only mean it. I don’t have time for some franks or what. I have had enough of heartbreaks in my past. I am aging and all I ever want for now is a stable and long-lasting relationship that would make me choose to stay no matter how many rocks were thrown at us or no matter how turbulent and bumpy the roads may get. To love me means a little bit of sacrifice. But I can guarantee you that I could make you feel you’re the best person in the world and you didn’t make the wrong choice by choosing me over them. With me, I can make you feel disconnected from the rest of the galaxy. I will surely make tons of efforts for our relationship to keep going and last. It will be a tough ride for the both of us but I can assure you that it will be worth it and filled with so much fun. To love me means needing and wanting me like the way I do to you.

redserpent42, To Love Someone Like me (via wnq-writers)

Doctor Who Fic Master List.

For about 60% of my Doctor Who fic, there's Teaspoon!

For about 95% of my Doctor Who fic (including AUs, RPF, and definitely everything longer than 500 words), there's AO3!

For a comprehensive list of all my Doctor Who fic, grouped by category, with rating, pairing, and word count, there’s the below:

Doctor Who fic

Doctor Who AU fic

Doctor Who tag-fic

Fic co-written with Allison/gallifreyburning (including Gallifrey Records)

Doctor Who RPF fic

Doctor Who RPF tag-fic

For Broadchurch fic, presently there’s just: Stranger than Fiction  (AO3 | Tumblr) and We’ll Land Where We Belong (AO3 | Tumblr) 

(For non-Doctor Who fic – Community, BBT, Parks and Rec, Alias, etc., – there’s my fic archive on Livejournal.)

Doctor Who fic:

(Im)perfection During Intimacy

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 22,234 words]

(Five times sex wasn’t perfect in Pete’s World, and one time it was.)

“You gonna get there?“ 

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5 Times Rose Tasted Like Peppermint, and One Time the Doctor Did, Too. 

[adult; Nine/Rose; Ten/Rose; TenToo/Rose + 5,161 words]

His mouth where hers has been, hers where his has been, and the ice cream slowly melting, requiring tongues and lapping and licking and it’s too much and not enough, and then his knee brushes hers under the table.

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A You and Me House

[teen; Ten/Rose + 6,780 words] 

He’s taken wandering, late-night walks around the TARDIS lately, walks that take him down the corridor that contains Rose’s room with increasing frequency. He’s just checking, he tells himself, just seeing if this had all been nothing but a product of forgetfulness and she’s gone back to keeping her door shut at night.

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and other gerunds 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 631 words]

But did you have to pick such a windy night for it? And where am I supposed to steal off to when your mother gets to be too much to handle? You know she will. She’ll keep chasing me around with that ring, trying to get me to take it, like I can’t procure something as simple as a ring on my own.

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Asphalt for Days  

[teen; AU; Ten/Rose; Ten/Master + WIP + currently 2,675 words]

First, there’s the way no one ever looks happy to be moving into the Powell Estate. That’s not really a cause for celebration — council housing — but here’s this bloke, grinning from ear to ear, cheerfully lugging boxes up the stairs.

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Audio Engineering

[all ages; Ten/Rose; TenToo/Rose + 531 words]

She collects the sounds of the universe on a pocket recorder from Woolworths.

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Bathroom Stall  

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 299 words]

It’s totally inappropriate and not half mad, the way her trousers are around her ankles in London’s premiere family fun restaurant.

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Better Living Through Domesticity

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 12,326 words]

And there, between their palms, is a first. The first time, it’s not just her sweat-slicked hand dampening their grip. It’s his hand, too. Warm and wet and (part) human.

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Cake 

[teen; Nine/Rose + 312 words]

“It’s just a little something, a thank you, for always keeping you safe,” Jackie says and hands over the plastic.

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careless in our summer clothes. 

[adult; Ten/Rose + 925 words]

A museum and a hotdog cart and three different bowling alleys, his hand in hers as she tugs him breathlessly to the next mundane adventure.

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Chase Down the Lights 

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 4,842 words]

“Oh, fine,” she said, throwing her hands up. “Next time I see a wobbly light out the window, you’ll be first on the list. Happy?”

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Christmas, Unpacked 

[all ages; TenToo/Rose + 330 words]

It’s the first time he’s watched Christmas like this. The first time he’s watched it spread slow through the air, unpacking and quiet, bit by bit and so very linear.

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Costume  

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 653 words]

Then it’s a matter of a couple quick sketches for the family seamstress, and he’s got a near-perfect-match dress for Rose and a suit he stares at for 20 minutes before leaving the room, brown pinstripes hanging still from the wardrobe in his wake.

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Educated Guesses

[adult; TenToo/Rose; drug use + 1,038 words]

Skin too tight and blood singing and every part of him screaming out to run, run, run. Not from Rose, not from their life, but run to enjoy it, to feel it, to live it, bright and loud and electric.

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Exhibition in Denim

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 3,421 words]

"No!” The clerk stomps a high-heeled foot. “We are making an example of you! I’m sick of having to remind people the dressing room is not a bloody sex club!”

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Gasp  

[teen; Ten/Rose + 297 words]

There’s no reason for it as far as she can see, no weird alien mind control, no accidentally inhaling something humans aren’t meant to inhale, nothing.

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Get Back  

[all ages; TenToo/Rose + 502 words]

Rose’s foot begins to tap and it slots into place, “Doctor, that’s the Beatles. Did you — oh my god, is that why the fish was called Jojo?”

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Good, Brilliant, Spectacular

[adult + happy, smutty fluff; TenToo/Rose + 1,454 words]

It’s months and months and months after Norway that it strikes him. Months filled with beds and kitchen tables, storage cupboards and balconies, every sofa they’ve ever occupied alone for more than an hour. 

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Heavy on the Build Up  

[teen; Ten/Rose + 2,945 words]

50th anniversary fix-it (on the QE1 stuff).

Rose grinned at him. “Well, now it is, and good thing, too, can’t properly seduce Queen Elizabeth with a grubby face.”

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Hemingway  

[all ages; Ten/Rose + 245 words]

It’s the most elaborate guessing game Rose could have ever imagined — clues spanning whole galaxies and millions of years.

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How Can You Swallow So Much Sleep?  

[all ages; TenToo/Rose + 412 words]

It’s just past dawn, the city is mostly empty, the day is starting, lit by that early morning light, and there’s a few zeppelins cutting slowly across the sky, there’s the sun reflecting off One Canada Square. (the first 90 seconds of the Pete’s World series, if I were in charge.)

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Human Sex  

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 1,052 words] 

This is how he knows that Rose Tyler has six types of orgasms and they are all absolutely brilliant. 

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I Think You Need a Doctor  

[teen-ish; meta-ish; Nine/Rose + 303 words]

And it’s a terrible line, he knows it’s terrible, but he’s grown fond of it, all the times he’s thought to use it and never did.

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Important Things to Forget  

[adult-ish; Ten/Rose; 1,391 words]

“Just to be clear,” he says, “Was it the copping a feel or the doing it in your sleep that you’re sorry for?”

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In Medias Res. 

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 802 words]

Clothes come off like the strokes of a brush, puddles of color collecting on the floor, there is blue, there is pink, there is skin and flesh and curves.

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Lock Up 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 640 words]

It’s the smallest jail cell Rose has ever been in.

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look, learn.

[all ages; Ten/Rose + 292 words]

She learns his body faster than he does, the skin and hair and complete absence of scars.

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love with the electric sound. 

 [adult; TenToo/Rose; 3,389 words]

It’s been four months of this, four months of never bringing it up at home, in bed, where it belongs, when he finally graduates to a picture message. 

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Mark Up

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 596 words]

Torchwood’s most wayward consultants, flipping a coin to see who stays home with their daughter, and who adds another thousand frequent flier points to the bucket.

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Matterhorn

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 254 words]

Of course, it’s not actually a public area, this spot he’s chosen for the inaugural public shag.

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program worldwide 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 534 words]

There was nothing to suggest, then, that he’d suddenly decided they needed to visit the west coast of America for any reason other than wanderlust. Nothing to suggest he meant anything by, “California, Rose! California knows how to party.”

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Quantification of Apologies in Quarantine

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 5,673 words]

“I think we maybe skipped a step. After I confess to my sins, and you forgive me, there’s certain things I think that humans do. And I want to do them,” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “Are we outside of the window for make up sex?”

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Ring of Fire 

[teen; Ten/Rose, past Doctor/Master + 797 words]

“Hope you’re not worried about germs! Wait, what am I talking about? We took care of that back at the Academy. Do you suppose there are still little bits of me swimming around inside of you? I mean, it’s been hundreds of years.”

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Sexual Tension in Stasis 

[adult; Ten/TenToo/Rose + 9,841 words]

The metaphor extends, the needle tripping ever closer to the end of the disc, and he’ll need to go back to that other universe once it’s played through.

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Situational Reality 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 500 words]

Her knickers, the striped cotton ones, the ones that won’t give with just a flick of his wrist. The ones that she trips over when they’re forgotten around her ankles and she jumps a mile at the sound of her little brother on the other side of the pool house door.

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Sometime Around Midnight 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 2,818 words]

It took two months. Two months of takeaway curries and crap television, of rumpled sheets and that spot on her neck that always makes her squirm. Two months of talking about Mickey’s new girlfriend and Jackie’s new tracksuit and decidedly not what a new, new, new Doctor meant to a new Rose.

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Start As You Mean to Go On 

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 7,184 words]

The best kinds of games, of course, are the ones where there are no losers.

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Stepford

[adult; Ten/Rose + WIP]

“Oh, come on, you know what I mean, that sort of thing is always happening on the telly. Take two attractive people, mix in a little tension, stick ‘em in a single bedroom for ratings, stir and repeat.” 

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still like to go for a train ride (‘cause i’ve got a thing about trains) 

[adult; TenToo/Rose + 3,867 words]

“A train caper, Rose!" 

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Target Survival Maneuvers

[adult; Ten/Rose + 18,199 words]

The Doctor and Rose find themselves in the middle of a forest, being hunted for sport, with all the applicable cliches that go along with that.

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 This New Finite Existence 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 391 words]

He’s got a to-do list in his mind, things he wants to make sure he crams into this new, finite existence.

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Throw Pillows 

[teen-ish; TenToo/Rose + 239 words]

“Jacks, what’s on the pillows?”

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Tricks of the Metacrisis Mind 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 733 words]

Sometimes though, it all shuts down, his mind and his body in perfect bliss, because there are six types of Rose Tyler kisses and the Doctor knows them all.

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Tumble 

[teen-ish; Ten/Rose + 269 words]

And Rose is like, “Nothing, just a blogging site.”

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Writing on the Wall 

[all ages; TenToo/Rose + 373 words]

"All right, who is he then?”

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Doctor Who AU fic:

A Praise Chorus

[adult; Ten/Rose; the late ‘90s/early '00s American high school AU too many of us lived to actually need + 32,207 words]

“She’s not in that basement of yours, hiding between your baseball cards and that stack of Playboys that went missing from my garage." 

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Go Bad Wolves! 

[teen; Ten/Rose; AU for NBC’s Community + 315 words]

Plus, he likes hats, he looks brilliant in hats. And suits. Pinstripes. Trainers. Glasses. Boxer briefs. In them, out of them, it’s good to be the Doctor. 

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Here You Leave Today 

[all ages; Ten/Rose + 1,638 words]

It’s certainly not a Disney-issue uniform, which only makes Rose more anxious – a stranger, a non-cast member, is running around the bowels of a ride, tinkering with things.

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In a Single Bound 

[teen; Ten/Rose; superhero AU + 1,036 words] 

“Oh, you know,” she says. “Reluctant saviors. Never really embrace the whole ‘superhero’ thing. Bet you 10 quid you don’t even have an alter ego.”

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Little Secrets 

[adult, suddenly-got-superpowers AU; Ten/Rose + 13,690 words]

She’s not quite keen on calling this thing, “hopping,” but Doctor Smith is insistent she not call it teleportation. “It’ll draw attention that way. Hop, Rose, hop for your life.”

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Peel Slowly and See. 

[adult, Record Shop AU; Ten/Rose + 9,872 words]

He barely even looks up when the bells above the door jingle anymore. It’s hardly ever a customer for him, always One Direction this and Adele that, today’s pop music, all firmly in Donna’s wheelhouse.

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 This Week’s Savior Complex 

[teen; Harry Potter/Rose + 672 words]

The way he’s lurking along the back of the club, hair sticking up and glasses askew, he seems young and out of place and absolutely horrified at the thought that someone might say something to him.

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Tonight’s Top Story 

[teen; Ten/Rose + 464 words]

“Your lead anchors are playing footsie under the desk, I should be the least of your worries!”

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Doctor Jones 

[adult; Ten/Rose + 503 words] 

It was a testament to the amount he’d been published that the university put up with it at all, and it was a testament to his hair that the students (overwhelmingly women) never complained either. 

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Doctor Who tag-fic:

Doctor on the Radio 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 874 words]

But she is — jealous, that is. Because the Doctor had lucked into this new side gig about, oh, 24 years after Rose had locked in her personality as one that decidedly did not belong to a morning person.

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Shopping for Domestics 

[teen; TenToo/Rose + 785 words]

Breakfast in bed? He’ll take it! Mopping the floors? No, thank you. Sex on a half-constructed IKEA table? Yes to the sex, pass on the actual table-shopping.

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Starbucks Cups 

[all ages; Ten/Rose + 267 words]

“Honestly, I don’t understand why you even need to add anything to your coffee. It’s perfect, just as it is. Like Bridget Jones, but a beverage. You’re the one that made me watch that awful movie, you should at least appreciate the sentiment.”

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Suit, Birthday 

[teen-ish; TenToo/Rose + 520 words]

It’s not that she wants to spend her Friday night working — in fact, she’d much rather go out to dinner with the Doctor and his banana desserts. Or maybe get those desserts as takeaway and figure out who makes the best plate. But she had to get this done, or they’d be calling her all weekend. 

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Vivid 

[teen; Ten/Rose + 258 words]

Vivid like the way the wood of the fitting room would feel under his hands as he pressed her against it. 

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Fic co-written with Allison/gallifreyburning:

Gallifrey Records Master Post [teen-ish to adult; Ten/Rose; AU]

World-famous rock legend the Doctor invites Rose Tyler, up-and-coming pop star, to be the opening act on his tenth world tour.

Fic Tennis on Teaspoon [multiple stories; teen-ish to adult; TenToo/Rose]

Generally speaking, a series of unconnected stories about TenToo and Rose in Pete’s World.

Singing Loud for All to Hear 

[teen; Ten/Rose; AU loosely themed around 'Elf’ + 20,048 words]

“Wait, no,” he says. “That’s what I want to talk to you about. Like I said, it’s not confirmed, but I can almost always tell,” he pauses, like that’s supposed to sound impressive. “And I think you, Rose Tyler, are on the nice list.”

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Tardis, Cash Only 

[adult; Ten/Rose; AU + 16,781 words]

It’s not a bad little pub, the Tardis. Or: the Doctor’s got a great team, but he needs someone behind the bar with him. Someone like Rose Tyler.

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Tardis, Cash Only II: Halloween 

[Adult; Ten/Rose; AU + 14,595 words]

There are, in fact, several positive adjectives to describe how he feels right now, but he can’t decide what level of narcissism it is to be so attracted to her like this.

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Doctor Who RPF fic:

From the Floorboards Up 

[adult; David/Billie + 2,342 words]

Because if he’s lost track of it, the number of times his tongue’s been in her mouth, her hand on the front of his trousers, pressing and palming and so, so warm, well, he’s going to have to consider that something they’re doing, instead of something that happens.

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oh, i’m a bomb regardless. 

[adult-ish; David/Billie + 5,363 words]

And that’s when Billie had found him, also in black, also with tits that weren’t for him. (circa the Much Ado run ) 

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 Rome 

[teen-ish; David/Billie + 133 words]

He types out the text four different times and once it’s just a photo taken from his folding chair, leg stretched out over its side and the tip of his trainer blotting out the beauty of Italy.

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Slow Burn 

[teen; Matt/Karen + 297 words]

She’s built like him, all long, thin limbs, but she carries it like a model, how her hips get everywhere just a split second before the rest of her.

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Twin High-Maintenance Machines 

[adult; David/Billie + 5,182 words]

She hadn’t thought of it before, but for all the ways she’s reigning in control lately, he’s having to loosen it. He’s still new to the BBC press machine, the paparazzi, the autographs at the dry cleaner, all of it’s such an adjustment, learning to let go. And here she is, leaving, taking one more decision out of his hands.

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Doctor Who RPF tag-fic:

 And 

[teen; David/Billie + 125 words]

And it’s this huge thing, wearing the Doctor’s clothes, walking with the Doctor’s companion, being the Doctor, and so he’s trying to take it all in, soak up every possible bit he can and really focus.

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Lit Up 

[teen; David/Billie + 246 words]

He’s going to say something devastatingly clever about it — or maybe sexy, but he’s not sure how much they can get away with out here, and how much will have to wait for a room with a lock and a bed.

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Problem Solving 

[all ages; David/Billie + 150 words]

Maybe it’s like, “David, this is the ugliest hotel room I’ve ever seen. And why is it so cold in here? My toes are turning blue.”

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stage 

[teen; AU, David/Billie + 492 words]

He’s got big fish in a small pond written all over him, talented, sure, but it’s like — listen, if your options are a tall, skinny Scottish bloke who fancies Shakespeare or a roomful of spotty-faced twats trying to mount another production of Les Mis, you’re going to take the Scottish bloke every time. (+ a companion fic from Cate!) 

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By Royal Decree (Part 1)

Summary: Betrothed to a man that does not like you in the least, you grit your teeth and take on the duties expected of you as a princess. (Royal AU; Prince!Bucky Barnes).

Word Count: 1,682

Warnings: None.

A/N: Wow! It’s back and improved! I’m re-writing the whole thing because it’s been more than a year since I wrote this fic and my writing has improved haha. Enjoy, guys! It’s different from the previous version, as in wording.

With the sun setting across the horizon and the wind blowing, feeling crisp and refreshing, you took deep breaths, calming down. Being outdoors always did that to you, even if most of your life had been spent in a palace. Had it been any other day, you would have been happy to contemplate the beautiful, vibrant colors that each unique sunset brought, but tonight was different. All you wanted to do was go back to your own palace, lock your door, crawl into your bed, and forget you had responsibilities and a role to play.

Fingers tapping absently on the stone balustrade, your gaze descended and fell on the walled gardens that stretched out behind the palace. There were couples peppered throughout, holding hands, walking close together as if they were sharing the most secretive things and no one else should know. Smiling despite yourself, you could almost taste the bittersweet feeling. It was well-known that you would never be in their shoes. You would never fall deeply for a person of your choosing. That wasn’t your destiny.

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Secret Letters (Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste x Reader)

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I feel there isn’t enough Chat Noir/ Adrien Agreste x Reader works out there, so I thought I would post something. I hope you like! Key: (Y/N) = Your name (E/C) = Eye Color (H/L) = Hair Length (H/C) = Hair color (N/D) = Non Dominant Hand

(Y/N) read the note in her hand with a smile on her face.

Not a day goes by without me thinking of you. I always wish you well, and I wish those who do you harm, harm as well. I will do anything to protect you, my love, and that is incontestable. Sweet dreams tonight, From, your secret admirer…

(Y/N)’s smile widened as she examined the familiar loopy, yet somehow firm, handwriting. Carefully folding the letter back up, she placed it gently into her purse, then continued to get her stuff like normal. Walking out of the school with a little spring in her step, she didn’t notice a certain famous model watching her leave.

(Y/N) plopped onto her bed, an old box on her lap. Taking off the lid, it was clear some of the letters had seen better days. (Y/N) laid the most recent letter inside side, then picked up the most crumpled one. Smoothing out the many folds, she re-read it.

Dear (Y/N), You probably don’t know me, but ever since I saw you on the first day of school, your regal (E/C) eyes sparkling with absolute joy, your (H/L) (H/C) hair styled simply yet elegantly, your outfit thrown together messily but somehow the most fashionable thing in the room, I have had Cupid’s arrow lodged in my heart. And every day that passes with your smile in my life drives that point deeper. This is the first letter I’ve given you, and it will not be the last. I would tell you my feelings in person, but I doubt you would believe me. From, your secret admirer

(Y/N) felt her chest swell with happiness as the words stuck to her heart. Although first time she got the letter and read it, she thought nothing of it, haphazardly tossing it into her bag, then crumpled it up and threw it into her recycling bin after getting home. But after a few days, the letters started to actually reach her.

Dear, (Y/N) I want to tell you something that I just realized myself. Every time I see you upset, I have the urge to get rid of the cause of your grief. I know this is not always possible, and I know I am not always there, but remember, keep your head up and you can get through everything. Love, your secret admirer

From that note on, the admirer never said ‘Dear (Y/N)’ again, nor did they use love in any other note. (Y/N), being the semi-romantic sap she was, took this to mean the admirer didn’t mean to write love, and was just going with what they truly felt. That caused (Y/N) to dig out the older letters, and lead her to treasure the new ones. Now (Y/N) was left wondering, who’s the boy, or girl, she is slowly falling in love with? Sadly shaking her head (Y/N) placed the letter back into the box, closed the lid, and placed it safely under her bed.

Opening her locker the next morning, (Y/N) was surprised to see a letter already there, along with a half budded sunrise pink rose. But as (Y/N) picked it up, she saw it was a very real looking fake. Placing the flower back down she picked up the note, reading it confused.

Good morning. I apologize for confusing you, but I saw this rose and thought of you. You both are incredibly beautiful and bring a smile to people’s faces, although I see you as more important than a rose.   From, your secret admirer

A smile quickly covered (Y/N)’s face as she looked up from the note and at the rose again. Placing the note very carefully back into her locker (Y/N) finished getting her books. But right before she closed her locker she grabbed the rose, taking it to class with her.

Examining the rose carefully (Y/N) wondered who her love was sadly. Glancing around the room she listed off the possibilities. 'Nino has Alya, so both of then are out. Marinette likes Adrien and Nathen likes Marinette. Ivan and Mylene is the classes main ship. Not even going to think about Chloe or Sabrina… So that leaves Jueluka, Rose, Max, maybe Kim, hopefully not though, and Adrien.’ Looking at her finalists in turn she sighed. “Who could you be?” She murmured almost silently, gazing at the rose longingly.

Adrien glanced back at (Y/N) quickly, catching her looking at the rose sadly. He turned back around, and kept writing the next letter.

(Y/N) excitedly opened her locker, quickly spotting and pulling out the letter already there.

I see you liked the rose. I saw your turmoil in class today, and I want to say I’m sorry for that. I’ll tell you who I am soon. But I thought of something that might make you smile. Roses are red, here’s something new… Violets aren’t violet but I still love you! From, your secret admirer <3

(Y/N) giggled at the cute poem, her joy catching the attention of Chloe. “Oh! A letter!” The blonde smirked, snatching the paper out of (Y/N)’s hand. “Give it back, now, Chloe,” (Y/N) snarled, to no avail. “Hey look! Someone actually likes (Y/N)!” (Y/N) gulped a bit, not because of embarrassment for her, but for her admirer. But as she looked over the faces of the small crowd, she saw no reactions other than shock of Chloe doing this (though it shouldn’t have been a surprise) to annoyance over Chloe attempting to stir up trouble. “And this is a shocker, they actually said they love her!” This caught everyone’s attention, leading (Y/N)’s face to burn red. Counting down from three silently in her head, (Y/N) thought out a plan. Once she got to one, she moved quickly, snatching the letter away from Chloe and griping it tight to her chest with both hands as she faced off against the brat. “At least I have someone who actually loves me, and not just tolerates me.” Chloe laughed, “Pu-lease! You can’t even make a boy take a second glance at you, much less really love you!” Although (Y/N) seemed to be holding firm, a seed of doubt was planted. “And you can’t keep more than one friend!” “What does that have to do with anything?!” (Y/N) smirked, “I’d rather have friends than beauty.” 'Checkmate.’ But Chloe still had one trick, “And yet, no one is standing up for you, not even your so called 'secret admirer’. If you want my opinion, he’s just playing you.” That caused the dam to crack. Stepping back a small bit (Y/N) glared at Chloe as the tears pricked her eyes. Turning on her heel (Y/N) stormed out through the doors behind her, before bolting out of the school, letter tight against her chest.

(Y/N) sat under a large tree quite a ways from the school, tears dripping down her face. Slightly heaving, (Y/N) pried the letter off her chest and un-crumpled it, hand ghosting over the letters sadly. A purple and black butterfly suddenly touched the paper, causing a red haze to appear around (Y/N)’s eyes. Amore, I see that your sadness is great, but I can help heal it. Just get me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses! “Of course, Hawkmoth,” (Y/N) smirked, a dark goop traveling up her arms and encasing her whole body. Soon she stood up, hair pulled back with a rose flower crown, a blood red elegant sundress, flats, and a ruby heart necklace. Her skin flushed with pale glow, dark mascara tear tracks trailed down Amore’s face. The letter was held firmly in her (N/D) hand, and a long staff was held in her other. “Chloe Bourgeois, your love has run out.” With a sharp laugh (Y/N) waved her staff, causing a pencil grey horse to appear, though it was seemingly made out of dust. Cooing to the horse Amore got on side saddle, rearing up the horse, directing it to the Eiffel Tower.

With one wave of her staff, a large stark white throne appeared on top of the famous monument, along with many ashen grey wolves, lionesses, and hawks, all with piercing pink eyes. Sitting down on her throne Amore held her head high, “Go! Fetch me Chloe Bourgeois! Quickly! And if any of you see either Chat Noir or Ladybug, bring them to me in any way you can!” And all at once the animals ran down the side of the tower and through the streets of Paris, causing every man to turn and stare at the glowing form of Amore and all the women to turn into goddess like statues. The horse from before nuzzled it’s head into Amore’s cheek, forcing her to turn and pet it’s snout happily, “Soon, my pet, soon.”

Chloe was forced to her knees at the base of the tower, and she was not happy. “You got dust in my hair! My daddy will hear about this!” Amore dropped down in front of Chloe with a sneer, “You wish your daddy will help you.” Chloe seemed to have legit fear as she looked up at Amore, whose upper lip was curled so that you could see her teeth. “Honestly, you’d think someone put in danger so often would know better.” Chloe got her snarky attitude back and went to stand up, “Well excuse-” But was stopped by Amore placing the end of her staff at Chloe’s throat, “YOU DON’T DARE STAND IN FRONT OF ME!” Leaning down Amore used her closed hand to gesture around her, “You see what I’ve done? Well I won’t make you look elegant, I’ll make you into the monster you are!” But suddenly a voice spoke up, “Well honestly, all you would really have to do is remove her makeup.” Amore stood up straight, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, Chat Noir. Not a surprise, and Ladybug is…” Trailing off, Amore swung her staff to one side, creating a sand lioness that bit down onto the yo-yo that had just attempted to grab the long weapon. “Attempting to stop me.” Ladybug fell to the ground next to Amore, who looked down at her with disdain, “Honestly, you should choose dumber villains to try that on.” Ladybug however smirked, “Chat, now!” Chat’s staff shot out and smashed into the necklace, shattering it. Amore looked uninterested, simply flicking the tip of her staff to cause a new necklace to materialize. “Not quite.”  A purple glow appeared around Amore’s eyes, Hawkmoth’s voice ringing. Get their Miraculouses! If you don’t… The paper still crumpled in Amore’s hand glowed, quickly making her bring the hand to her chest quickly. “Of course, just please don’t,” Hawkmoth chuckled darkly before going silent. Chat watched Amore’s chest heave with a small sigh before her face became stone. “Now, while you’re here, I would like your Miraculouses. I can even be nice and keep your identities secret. As an uproar wouldn’t be nice in a destroyed Paris.” A vile grin grew, Amore’s fist tightening around the paper that had started to glow slightly.  "Ladybug, the note in her hand!“ Chat hissed, attempting not to catch Amore’s attention, and he succeeded. Ladybug moved quickly, snatching the letter and tossing it to Chat, who had ripped it by the time Amore noticed. "NO!” She yelled out, hand reaching to the letter now torn in half. Falling to her knees Amore gingerly held both pieces, the mascara lines becoming more clear. Ladybug caught the Akuma, purifying it and fixing the town, leaving a confused (Y/N) kneeling with the now whole letter in her hands. “W-what am I doing here?” But (Y/N) then noticed the state of the letter, that was even worse than her first one, with a gasp. “No!” She attempted to smooth out the creases in vain, a frown forming on her lips as Chat Noir and Ladybug did their signature, “Pound it!” Many of the press surrounded the trio, leading (Y/N) to figure out what happened, 'I was Akumatized…’ Suddenly a black clad hand took over her vision, and looking up let her know that Chat Noir held out a hand to (Y/N). “Come on, I’ll take you home.” Taking the hand (Y/N) stood up, Chat Noir quickly spinning her around so that his hand was on her waist and his arm wrapped around her back. “Hold on.” (Y/N) didn’t question how Chat knew where she lived, nor did she ask why he knew where her bedroom was and that he could unlock her balcony doors easily, she only cared about the letter.

Once (Y/N) was safely in her bedroom she escaped Chat’s hold and fetched the shoe box from under her bed. Chat watched in wonder and slight confusion as (Y/N) handled the note with such care, even bothering to check closely for any rips on the edges before putting the letter in. After closing the box she placed it back in it’s hiding spot before turning back to Chat. “Don’t you have to go? Your Miraculous might run out of power,” (Y/N) stated concerned. Chat showed his ring to the girl with a small smile, “It’s alright. I didn’t have to use Cataclysm so I’m fine for as long as I want,” (Y/N) tilted her head, “But why are you staying? Paris is safe.” Chat stepped forward, placing a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, “I know. But I want to make sure you’re safe. I know being Akumatized means something bad has happened, and I want to help.” Looking up at Chat (Y/N) sighed, her eyes suddenly casting down, “Do you really want to hear my story?” Chat nodded firmly, saying nothing. (Y/N) nodded back, taking Chat’s hands and guiding him to her bed, where they both sat down.

“You need some background,” (Y/N) started off, “I have a secret admirer-” “Not surprising for someone as beautiful as you,”. Chat interrupted, putting a smile on (Y/N)’s face. “Well, this secret admirer normally leaves me a letter in my locker after school every day, but today they gave me two. One this morning with a rose, and the other after school like normal. But I was so happy to see what they had to say that I read it with Chloe hanging around. She heard me giggle at the sweet poem they wrote me and took the letter. She taunted me about it, just to get attention, but my classmates didn’t seem to care. But they did when she pointed out that my admirer put 'I love you in the letter’,” (Y/N)’s eyes became watery as she continued, “Chloe said they are probably just playing with me. And honestly if this was the first few letters it wouldn’t have gotten to me, but honestly,” (Y/N) hugged her torso, “I’m starting to love them back…” Silent tears ran down (Y/N)’s face, leading Chat to pull her into a hug. (Y/N) hugged back, burying her face into the hero’s chest.  Chat ran his claws through (Y/N)’s hair softly as he spoke, “(Y/N), as a guy with a crush myself, I have to say he isn’t playing with you. It takes a lot of guts to even speak to a girl as beautiful as you, and to say 'I love you’, even on a piece of paper, is even harder. And I can swear, your admirer would would steaming if he knew Chloe had made you feel that way.”

Sniffing (Y/N) pulled back a bit, just so she could look Chat in the eyes, “H-how do you know that?” Chat cupped (Y/N)’s face with his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the remaining tears, “Because I am your secret admirer.” (Y/N) gasped as a green light overtook Chat, revealing him to be Adrien, “And I know I love you enough to show you my second biggest secret.” (Y/N) was overtook with love for the boy in front of her as it all settled in, “But what’s your biggest secret?” Adrien leaned into (Y/N), touching their foreheads together, “Hiding how much I love you.” (Y/N) smiled, pulling away fully and wrapping Adrien into a hug once again. “I feel the same way.”

Extra!

Walking into school the next day with Adrien, (Y/N) felt happier than she had ever been. Although the two were noticed by a few people hanging out when they normally never even spoke, nobody noticed the sly look (Y/N) gave Adrien when she saw a note in her locker. But everybody knew it when (Y/N) was seen on top of the Eiffel Tower giving the famous black cat hero a light kiss.