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Jan. 29th, 2014

dean devil

that weird live-in-the-moment-thing

Title: that weird live-in-the-moment-thing
Warning: Possibly bad writing. Haven't written fic in a while because I suck like that.
Spoilers: Um.. tiny things from 5x5, I think. (MOTHERF... GUYS. SEASON FIVE?!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did. But I don’t.
Summary: After Troy sails away, a drabble hits the author's brain and she writes down roughly 600 words of fluff.
Author’s Note: No, seriously. This is just... fluff. I went out for a walk with my friends near the sea, and we had coffee, and I came back to see the ep. Cried. Decided to write this. It's like self-medication mixed with lingering happy coffee-feels.

It’s late evening when the group leaves her apartment.Collapse )

Nov. 11th, 2013

doctor who

Blood and Scotch (5/?)

Title: Blood and Scotch (5/?)
Warnings: Vampires. F-bombs.
Spoilers: Assume everything? I don’t know what I’m going to be referring to.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did. But I don’t.
Summary: Vampires. J/A. *shrugs*
Author’s Note: See? This is me with free time. Two updates in one week! (I was wondering. I know this is an AU, but is the group sufficiently in character?)

In case you missed it:

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three (a)

chapter three (b)

chapter four

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He rolls his eyes at her. “That’s an understatement.”Collapse )

Nov. 9th, 2013

doctor who

Blood and Scotch (4/?)

Title: Blood and Scotch (4/?)
Warnings: Vampires. F-bombs.
Spoilers: Assume everything? I don’t know what I’m going to be referring to.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I wish I did. But I don’t.
Summary: Vampires. J/A. *shrugs*
Author’s Note: Yay. An update!

In case you missed it:

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three (a)

chapter three (b)

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"Annie, who is it?"Collapse )

Oct. 25th, 2013

doctor who

It's Time to Do Things (1/1)

Title: It's Time to Do Things (1/1)

Warning: Sort of kind of poking fun at Starbucks' pumpkin spice lattes.

Rating: Um... PG? G? Something there.

Summary: One Saturday afternoon, Annie decides to Do Something.

Author's Note: How long has it been? I've been so busy, every time I've had free time I've been too lazy to write. And anyway, too much of my college life revolves around writing. Papers, mini-theses(es? is? eses? ises?), college paper, internship work... Oh well. My foot is broken (I broke it on a college trip to a different state. Joy, no?), though, which means bed rest. Which means I will spend the next month writing things. :D

This is a result of a Ficcy Friday prompt from oneofthemuses. I'm not entirely happy with the ending. I feel like I started out strong, but it sort of... wilted. Do stories wilt?



One sunny Saturday afternoon, Annie Edison decides to Do Something. She is twenty two years old, she can legally drink, drive, get married, buy a house, vote (should she have listed that before drinking?)... she shouldn’t waste good Saturday afternoons inside her apartment, surfing 9gag and Foursquare and watching stupid (but adorable) videos on Youtube. (It’s the first Saturday she’s had free in a while, since she has no homework, no prep work, and no work work, so she’s not exactly sure of what to do with the free time.)

She washes her face, puts on bit of makeup (what if she meets someone? She doesn’t know what the world is like on Saturday afternoons!), slips into an oversized t-shirt and shorts (going for a different style sort of fits into her mission to Do Something) and walks out of the apartment. She rushes back in a few minutes later, because phonephonephoneforgotmyphone.

What constitutes as Doing Something? She immediately discounts going to a bar because she doesn’t feel like sticky tabletops and dull bars. And, you know, she’s not really the sort to go to a bar and enjoy two fingers of scotch (or whatever) on her own.

This is how Annie ends up browsing the library for an hour (it still constitutes as Doing Something). Once she has a good book, though (she’s picked a murder mystery thriller from an author she’s never heard of... she is aware how odd it is that she thinks picking an unknown author is a major risk, but it is, shut up), she doesn’t feel like she’s Done enough.

Which is how Annie ends up in the Starbucks next door.

Because she is Doing Things, because she is wearing Different Clothes and because she’s starting to feel a little silly, she orders blindly off the menu.

She regrets this almost immediately, because she has ordered a pumpkin spice latte. Looking furtively around, she half expects Britta to pop out at her and berate her for this (she’d once spent an entire hour complaining about stupid pumpkin spice lattes with Britta). When the girl at the counter asks for a name, something impish rises within Annie.

“Britta.” She blurts before her brain can stop her.

“Like... the water-”

“Exactly.”

Annie gives her a bright smile.

There’s a surprising crowd behind her, so Annie quickly moves to a table she’s been eyeing in the corner of the room. As she’s sitting down, her phone buzzes.

Been in court all morning.

Smiling, Annie hits reply.

Your fault. Nobody forced you to be a lawyer.

Almost immediately, Jeff texts back.

Not true. It might be a conspiracy that leads all the way to the top.

Dimly, she remembers an exploding toy car.

Or just slightly below the middle.

True. You know what’s cool though?

What?

Your shorts.

With a gasp, Annie looks up and searches the room. Her eyes meet his easily, and he smirks, then gives her a little wave.

Narrowing her eyes (her smile, unfortunately, doesn’t go away), she hits reply again.

Creepy. Are you stalking me?

Sure. I left community college, where we studied together, and decided to stalk you now that I see you only like, once a fortnight.

Shut up and come here.

Good idea.

She gives him a hug (he feels even more stupidly tall because she hasn’t hugged him in ages) before he folds himself into the chair opposite her. He places a half-full cup of coffee in the center of the table, and between surreptitiously admiring the way he looks in his suit and trying to convince herself to stop doing so, Annie has the terrifying realization that she’s ordered a pumpkin spice latte and he’s going to know. “What did you order?” It’s a question she didn’t expect, and she feels like a jumpy fugitive. “Um, hot chocolate.” She replies, trying to keep her voice nonchalant. There’s no way he knows, Annie, calm down, you can get away with this...

“I got a pumpkin spice latte for Britta!”

Oh god.

Jeff instantly looks like the happiest man in the world. (In retrospect, her panicked expression probably gave her away.) “You ordered...” he begins slowly, sounding like he’s actively suppressing laughter.

She sighs and gets up to go collect her latte.

She drops it on the table once she returns. With a dark glare aimed at the cup (Doing Things is stupid and overrated and I hate it), she nods. “I ordered a pumpkin spice latte and told them my name is Britta. On purpose.” She doesn’t want to, but she lifts her eyes from the evil cup to look at Jeff.

He isn’t even trying to stop laughing now.

She leans forward and swats his shoulder with her library book. This, however, serves to only make Jeff laugh harder, because he sees the title of the book. (The Hunter of Secrets. It’s a horrible title, she knows. But she had decided to Go With It, in the name of Doing Things.)

“If you’re done giggling,” she says pointedly, taking a sip of her latte.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says finally, raising his hands in surrender. “I got a little carried away.”

She raises her eyebrows.

“A lot carried away. But it felt nice, after a morning of dealing with the worst client in history.” She accepts his not-so-subtle offer to change the subject, and the afternoon is spent merrily abusing his fifty-year old client and a stuffy judge. (She takes great care to keep the part of her cup with ‘Britta’ on turned towards her, however.)

“How’re you free now, anyway?” Annie asks suddenly, as they’re walking out of Starbucks. He shrugs. “I have a lot of paperwork, but I’m going to do it at home. I don’t feel like going back to sit in the office right now.”

“Are you really allowed to do that?”

He smirks at her. “I think I’m done duping other lawyers, Annie. I'm completely above board here.”

She elbows him (he sidesteps her neatly). “Not what I meant.”

They walk in silence towards her car. It’s a nice, friendly silence, though.

“I’m totally telling Britta that you basically stole her identity to order an overpriced coffee from a coffee chain.”

She stops, horrified. “You wouldn’t!”

“You know how long she’s going to yell at you about evil commercial middle aged men and coffee that-”

“I will end you.”

He sniggers. “Or just, make it up to me somehow.”

Silence falls again, but now it’s different. Anticipatory. Charged.

Annie pulls her keys out and opens the door to her car.

“I have an idea.”

Jeff steps closer. “Yeah?”

She grins. “It depends, though.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You’re not in a position to make demands...”

“Oh, too bad,” she says, turning to get in. His hand encircles her wrist and she is suddenly in his arms.

“But if you were?” His eyes are playful, but his voice is low and husky. It’s hard to remember that they’re standing on a sidewalk in the afternoon.

“I’d ask you to ignore the paperwork tonight,” she says, letting her hands creep up his chest.

“That may be possible.”

She steps out of his arms. “May?!”

Jun. 23rd, 2013

doctor who

Maybe We're The Same (11/?)

Title: Maybe We're The Same

Warning: AU. Inspector Spacetimey things. Geneva/Thoraxis.

Rating: Um, PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own... well, any of this.

Summary: Geneva/Thoraxis. He doesn't understand humans, and she doesn't like him. But then the impossible happens.

A/N: Hi! I'm alive and all. Yaaay. But seriously, sorry for the delay: I've been insanely busy dealing with college admissions. I'm proud to say I'm now a college student, so... woot! And before that, I was just lazy. :D Anyway, I finally got off my ass (well, figuratively, seeing as typing on the laptop involves, you know, sitting) and finished off this Keets arc. I present, installments nine, ten and eleven, you guys! Yes, THREE at once. Because I don't want to actually post one now and then wait to post the other and the other... I purposely didn't write out the details of one or two things, because.... well, really. I didn't feel like it.
Anyway. Hope you enjoy.



If you missed them, here are

Ficlet #1

Ficlet #2

Ficlet #3

Ficlet #4

Ficlet #5

Ficlet #6

Ficlet #7

Ficlet #8

Ficlet #9

Ficlet #10

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“Are you sure about this?” The Inspector asks her with a sharp look, one last time.Collapse )
doctor who

Maybe We're The Same (10/?)

Title: Maybe We're The Same

Warning: AU. Inspector Spacetimey things. Geneva/Thoraxis.

Rating: Um, PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own... well, any of this.

Summary: Geneva/Thoraxis. He doesn't understand humans, and she doesn't like him. But then the impossible happens.

A/N: Hi! I'm alive and all. Yaaay. But seriously, sorry for the delay: I've been insanely busy dealing with college admissions. I'm proud to say I'm now a college student, so... woot! And before that, I was just lazy. :D Anyway, I finally got off my ass (well, figuratively, seeing as typing on the laptop involves, you know, sitting) and finished off this Keets arc. I present, installments nine, ten and eleven, you guys! Yes, THREE at once. Because I don't want to actually post one now and then wait to post the other and the other... I purposely didn't write out the details of one or two things, because.... well, really. I didn't feel like it.
Anyway. Hope you enjoy.



If you missed them, here are

Ficlet #1

Ficlet #2

Ficlet #3

Ficlet #4

Ficlet #5

Ficlet #6

Ficlet #7

Ficlet #8

Ficlet#9

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“-that doesn’t mean it’s not an elaborate ploy.”Collapse )


#11
doctor who

Maybe We're The Same (9/?)

Title: Maybe We're The Same

Warning: AU. Inspector Spacetimey things. Geneva/Thoraxis.

Rating: Um, PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own... well, any of this.

Summary: Geneva/Thoraxis. He doesn't understand humans, and she doesn't like him. But then the impossible happens.

A/N: Hi! I'm alive and all. Yaaay. But seriously, sorry for the delay: I've been insanely busy dealing with college admissions. I'm proud to say I'm now a college student, so... woot! And before that, I was just lazy. :D Anyway, I finally got off my ass (well, figuratively, seeing as typing on the laptop involves, you know, sitting) and finished off this Keets arc. I present, installments nine, ten and eleven, you guys! Yes, THREE at once. Because I don't want to actually post one now and then wait to post the other and the other... I purposely didn't write out the details of one or two things, because.... well, really. I didn't feel like it.
Anyway. Hope you enjoy.

If you missed them, here are

Ficlet #1

Ficlet #2

Ficlet #3

Ficlet #4

Ficlet #5

Ficlet #6

Ficlet #7

Ficlet #8
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The Inspector shakes his head, and her heart sinks. “It’s still murder, Constable.”Collapse )

#10

May. 15th, 2013

doctor who

Maybe We're The Same (Drastically Different Chapter 8/?)

Title: Maybe We're The Same

Warning: AU. Inspector Spacetimey things. Geneva/Thoraxis.

Rating: Um, PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own... well, any of this.

Summary: Geneva/Thoraxis. He doesn't understand humans, and she doesn't like him. But then the impossible happens.

A/N: Due to feedback (and my own personal feelings, really), the eighth chapter has been drastically edited and redone. The format is different, it's larger, and more things are explained. The only thing is, there may be typos and a few mistakes here and there... forgive me for that. I don't have a beta (I like posting IMMEDIATELY after I write, which is also why I never really re-read to eliminate mistakes). I tried to write the next chapter, but without straightening out a few things here, I just couldn't continue. This way I also didn't have to add new chapters, because... well, bleh. Also, I've promised a Development in #10, so... Don't worry, I'm going to try and update faster because I want to be done with at least this story arc so I can go back to the vampire AU.

Shit, I write a lot of AUs.

As usual, con-crit is deeply appreciated. :)

If you missed them, here are

Ficlet #1

Ficlet #2

Ficlet #3

Ficlet #4

Ficlet #5

Ficlet #6

Ficlet #7

(There's also an easter egg in there. Silly, really. But.. yeah. See if you find it? Think... wordplay.)

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She stands up and curses fluently in three different languages.Collapse )

May. 1st, 2013

doctor who

Maybe We're The Same (8/?)

Rewritten. New chapter 8 at http://busycybering.livejournal.com/17833.html

Apr. 27th, 2013

dove, self-made art, ribbon

Maybe We're The Same (7/?)

Title: Maybe We're The Same

Warning: AU. Inspector Spacetimey things. Geneva/Thoraxis.

Rating: Um, PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own... well, any of this.

Summary: Geneva/Thoraxis. He doesn't understand humans, and she doesn't like him. But then the impossible happens.

A/N: LOOK! I managed to write! Hallelujah! It's strange that I was most productive during the most important exams of my life. Mostly, though, this is only because of rashaka who helped me out. I was so stuck with the evil aliens for this... so, yeah, she basically own the aliens in this story, you guys. I mean, the evil ones. :P ALSO. My interest is renewed in this because I AM NOW A WHOVIAN. I think I finished four seasons in like, 2 weeks. I'd have been faster, but I was temporarily unstable after season 2.

As usual, con-crit is deeply appreciated. :)

If you missed them, here are

Ficlet #1

Ficlet #2

Ficlet #3

Ficlet #4

Ficlet #5

Ficlet #6


Next to her, a five year old child and his mother give her a look and sidle away, clearly eager to get away from the crazy lady talking to a large fish.Collapse )

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