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cheriladycl01 · 22 days

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The Deeper Connection - Zhou Guanyu x ChildhoodBestfriend! Reader

Plot: You made friends with Zhou when he first came to the UK to pursue his driving career, and you were like two pee's in a pod. When he reaches F1 and life gets busy for the both of you he finds solitude in your childhood hideout.

A/N: I haven't been that active lately with finals coming up, however I'm still trying to post regularly!

Credit to rbrhater for the GIF

You'd grown up in Sheffield all your life, you lived in a very nice home and came from a pretty well off family. With a dad in oversea real estate and your mum as a business owner and entrepreneur in the UK you wouldn't ever have to ask for anything twice.

The trouble was that you tried out so many hobbies and none of them really tended to stick.

Ballet when you were at three, didn't work with zero hand to eye coordination.

Horse-riding when you were five, didn't work after you got bored with how slowly you were being taught to ride.

Acting school when you were seven, didn't work when you were bullied for only being there because of mummy and daddies money. This completely made you loose your passion for it.

Swimming when you were eight, which you had to stop because of a medical condition with the cold water in the winters and your body temperature not mixing well.

Space camp when you were nine, didn't work because you were bored where you already knew everything they talked to you about because it was a special interest of yours.

Pottery when you were ten, whenever something broke you got really disappointed and sad with yourself and eventually it became something you only did every now and then to avoid burnout.

Gymnastics when you were eleven, didn't work after getting bored within the first weeks and it taking up too much time.

You were 12 when you met Zhou Guanyu, he moved into a house down your road in the gated woodland community of large and wealthy farm homes and mansions.

You guys became close almost straight away, you'd spend every night in the treehouse that his dad built him when they first moved in. But he wasn't always around, some weekends you'd knock on his door and no-one but the maid would answer explaining that the family weren't around.

She'd let you into the house, where you'd wait for him in either his bedroom or out in the treehouse. Sometimes he wouldn't come back until 10pm, and you'd be curled up on his beanbag in his room, asleep and his parents would have to call yours suggesting yet another sleepover.

After 3 years of knowing him, you found out where he'd been going and why he was home schooled just like you. He would kart, but now he'd got into Italian Formula 4 and he wouldn't be home as much.

You'd cried begging him not to go, Zhou really was your only friend and even though it had only been three years of friendship you'd attached yourself to him insanely quickly.

Not that he minded of course.

Your managed to go see one race with him, it was in Monza and he'd won it all. And that weekend he asked you to be his girlfriend. You of course said yes, as a two giddy sixteen year olds and went on from there.

The distance got easier when he was in the European Formula 3 championship in 2016. You being 17 weren't actually allowed to make your own choices yet, but the minute you turned 18, 5 months after Zhou, you were following him around to each race.

At this stage taking a gap year before you were due to go to university was better for you, and Zhou. In 2018, he got the news he'd be going to Formula 2 for the 2019 and you'd been accepted to Oxford.

For that first year you made it work. You visited him at races when you had breaks from university and he would come stay with you in your small uni accommodation in the off season or when he had longer breaks into between races.

But when 2020 rolled around, and you were forced to be separated by the growth of COVID-19 your relationship fizzled out. You pushed and pushed trying to keep the sparks there but one day, Zhou phoned you explaining that he couldn't do it anymore.

You'd cried so much that day, and you'd never felt more alone. The only place you thought to go that was safe was the tree house, you could get there through the side gate and you knew Zhou's parents were in China on business only leaving the maid there.

So that's what you did, you laid there curled up in a blanket Zhou brought you, crying until it got darked and you started to scare yourself looking into the dark woods.

When you were younger and you thought you heard or saw something in the woods, Zhou would hold you close explaining to you it was just your imagination and you'd immediately feel a sense of calm wash over you.

You left the treehouse that night getting on the last train you could think off back to Oxford.

Zhou continued in F2 in 2021, but got progressively more busy when competing in a small stint of the Winter F3 Asian Championship, of course you kept up to date with him.

You loved the boy and you didn't ever think you'd stop.

When the announcement of his promotion into F1 happened you cried happy and sad tears. Happy he'd achieved his dream, but ultimately sad he was in the big leagues now and he would definitely have no time for you.

He had a phenomenal first year and you watched every single race, even getting up at absurd hours to watch him. You cheered him on all the time and would get anxious whenever you had to stop or DNF.

Silverstone with the Russell incident was the worst. You parents had to hold you tightly as you cried seeing just how bad the crash was. Seeing George run over to his flipped over car that he couldn't get out of and a red flag being called.

You ran out the house going straight to the treehouse. His parents watched as the 22 year old climbed up the old rickety ladder, bag in hand and red bloodshot eyes.

They knew you'd seen his crash and you wanted some space.

What did shock them was the fact that you consistently came back every night for a few weeks.

It was a warmer night and you still had your blanket but there wasn't a need for a hoodie when you first came out. You were just laying there on the wooden planks looking out of the little skylight in the breaking wooden roof at the stars.

"Hey" a voice says softly making you turn to the ladder.

"Zhou?!" you explain sitting up quickly looking at him. Not that you hadn't seen him on Instagram or in his post race interviews but he'd grown into his face. He was as handsome as ever.

"Mmmmm" he sighs, almost in a grunt sort of way. He comes next to you and lays down, not coming to close scared that you'll leave if he pushes to close.

"Your star is up there tonight" he says raising his hand and pointing to the brightest star between the tree line. He'd named it your star when you'd spend the first night out here.

"How's it been, travelling round the world?" you ask softly turning to look at him, laying on your side. He turns onto his as well to also look at you.

"Lonely" he whispers with a sigh, pushing some of you hair behind your ear making you hold you breath as his fingers brush along the side of you face and down to your lips before recoiling his hand back.

"But your so busy and round people all the time!" you argue confused as to why he would ever feel lonely.

"I think sometimes even though I'm surrounded by people, they aren't people that get me... you know?" he asks turning onto his back, looking up at the sky.

"I think i feel the opposite" you laugh.

"What do you mean?" he asks, his gaze not wavering from the sky.

"I feel like i have absolutely no-one around me, but everyone i do bump into can see right through me" you sigh, having struggled at work recently as a graduate and new employee, working from home.

"Seems like we both are out of our comfort zones then" he offers with a sigh.

"Mmmmm i did have my comfort zone at one point" you say, it came out pointedly which you didn't intend.

"Yeah?" he asks, looking over at you again.

"Yeah it was you. I don't think I've ever experienced a connection like I have... had with you" you sigh.

"Had, you don't feel that way anymore?" he asks with a sad frown, that makes a frown of you own appear.

"You broke up with me in one of the loneliest periods in my life, It's always just been you Zhou, I've never had anyone else and then you were just gone ... I- you broke me and took a part with you" you sniffle, not sure how else to describe the heartbreak you were feeling.

Some people had their heart broken, where it would splinter all over and someone would come along and patch it back up until it healed.

Some people had their heart broken, where it would completely shatter and all the pieces are spread out and someone has to come along and pick up all of those pieces and puzzle them back together.

Some people have their heart broken, where it again completely shatters but the culprit takes a piece of that heart with them so that if theirs a time when someone else does come around and fix it it's never fully fixed, beating but never full.

And Zhou had that piece of your heart and no-one had put back the remaining parts of your heart, you'd gradually started to do it yourself but it was proving to be a long process.

"I-" he starts but chokes on his words.

"I think, I'll always love you Zhou Guanyu..." you whisper sitting up, your hair loosely falling over your shoulder.

"I know I'll always love you. And I want to take back everything I did! I need you in my life!" he says looking over you, making you look down.

"You cant take it back Zhou..." you start before looking up seeing his teary expression. "But i think we could start again. I don't want my heart back, it's yours to take... all of it forever. Your only going to be it!" you smile, knowing this was your chance to have him back.

He was your soulmate you were sure of it.

He leans up and pulls you into a kiss.

"I promise from here on out, I'll never leave you again again!"

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daisyblog · 6 months

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We Made It

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry's unexpected suprise.

For a week or so, Harry had noticed some changes with YN. She was crying at pretty much everything, like the other night tears were streaming down her face because they’d ran out of her favourite chocolate.

In the last few days Harry had noticed that YN was saying she was tired a lot, almost sleeping the minute her head hit the pillow. She was complaining of having headaches and feeling nauseas.

At first they thought it may have been a bug or something and her body needing a break. But something no one else would have noticed, but Harry knew YN’s body better than he knew his own, was that her breasts looked bigger. And that’s when the thoughts started swirling around in his head.

At first he thought he may have been over reacting, but as the days passed and the symptoms had only gotten worse, he had a feeling he was right.

Harry and YN had just finished packing for their weekend trip up North to watch Louis’ shows in Sheffield and Manchester. YN practically collapsed on the bed, complaining how tired she was, despite the fact that they hadn’t done much knowing how busy their weekend was about to be.

Harry was in the en suite, and as he finished washing his hands at the sink he quickly looked to see if YN still had the tests in the cupboard. He was hesitant to say anything but it had been on his mind for a while, and he needed to know.

“Hey babe!” Harry walked into their bedroom, with the test in his hand. “I think you need to take this.”

Harry held the test out towards her, but YN froze at the sight of a pregnancy test. “What..why-why do-“.

“Babe, you’re feelings sick, you’re struggling to stay awake” Harry began to list the few symptoms, before adding another with a cheeky grin “And…those” he gestured towards her chest “are fucking massive”.

Even in this situation, YN couldn’t help but laugh at Harry’s cheeky comment, a loud giggle leaving her lips. “Do you really think I could be?”.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, “There’s only one way to find out”.

After peeing on the two sticks, YN sat them on the counter in front of them both. Taking YN into his arms, Harry left a soft loving peck to her temple. He had deja vu from when they had been in this situation before, waiting for the results of their future.

Breaking the silence, Harry’s timer on his phoned buzzed, letting them know that the three minutes was up. Not being able to wait any longer, they both reached for a stick each.

Both not believing what they were looking at, their eyes found each others. Eyes wide, mixed with excitement and nerves. “I’m pregnant”.

“We’re having a baby!” Harry pulled YN into his arms, holding her tight and covering her face with kisses, giggles leaving her lips as he did.

Almost like all the emotions had hit her at once, tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “I feel so overwhelmed.” YN admitted as she wiped the tear that slipped down her cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay…it’s normal to feel all these emotions.” Harry reached to wipe her cheek as another tear appeared. “I am so so happy…but I am absolutely fucking terrified”.

“You don’t need to be, you’re going to be the best Dad to this little one” YN complimented, his dimples appearing at her words.

“And you’re going to be the best Mum.” Harry spoke, moving a loose piece of hair from her face. “Because you literally had the best.”

At his words, the tears poured. YN always knew how hard it would be if she were ever to become a Mum without her own by her side, but the reality of it had it her suddenly. She remembers Lottie feeling the same way and Phoebe, who too was currently pregnant. But now she see’s how Lottie’s light is back on and that’s all down to Lucky.

For the rest of the night, Harry and YN laid together under the sheet, talking, crying and wondering who the little life was hiding away in her tummy.

They had discussed wanting to keep it a secret until they had been for their scan and knew their little one was healthy and how far along YN was. But they had agreed on telling one person each about their news. It hadn’t taken them long to decide on who their person was going to be.

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YN would have loved nothing more but to run to her Mum and share the news because again, her Mum would have been the best Nana. She had seen first hand how much she loved Freddie but sadly she accepted that would never be able to have that moment. She knew her Mum was by her side everyday, she could feel her and she knew she had sent her this little baby.

So who else would YN turn to? Louis of course. Louis was not only YN’s brother, but her best friend too. They were one of a kind for siblings, growing up they bickered like any brother and sister would but as they got older they realised how important they were to each other. Louis protected her and YN worshiped the ground he walked on. Louis was the person YN looked to for advice, or to share an achievement with and the person who she wanted to go to when times were good and not so good.

They had decided to share their news with Louis at his Sheffield show. They had travelled up the morning of the show and stopping at her grandparents house because that’s where they were staying that evening. YN found it hard not to let their little secret slip to her Nan, especially after she hugged her and the older woman said “There’s something different about you…you’re extra happy.”.

To be able to see Louis before everyone arrived, Harry and YN headed to the arena before the rest of her family as they were still waiting for Lottie, Lewis and Lucky to arrive.

They had found Louis in his dressing room enjoying a few moments of silence, before the busy night ahead. The sound of the door opening caused Louis head to turn and his smile immediately showed.

“Oh here they are, c’mere” Louis stood from his place and motioned for YN to him. Wrapping his arms around her, swaying slightly, telling her how much he’d missed her. “Well someone’s chirpy today.”

“Fook off Lou” YN laughed as she sat down in the seat that Louis was just using. Louis and Harry sitting down on the sofa opposite.

“Excited for tonight?” Harry asked Louis, knowing exactly how he was feeling. But it was a nice feeling knowing Harry got to be apart of the crowd tonight and a fan, instead of the one entertaining.

“I’m fookin’ buzzin’ man…just can’t wait to get out there.” Louis spoke quickly, the excitement surrounding him and evident in his tone.

“I have the best idea!” YN announced, emphasising the word best. Both boys turning their heads with unimpressed expressions, wondering what she was going to suggest. “You should both sing a One Direction so-“.

Louis interrupted her idea before she could finish. “And this is the reason why I kicked you out of the group chat you made for us”.

“Yeh that was fookin’ rude.” YN bit back, Harry shaking his head knowing that this could go back and forth all day. Instead picking up the gift bag that they had brought with them. “Babe, why don’t you give this to Louis?” He suggested, trying to change the topic.

Taking the bag from Harry, she passed it to Louis with no further explanation. Louis looked between the pair, a frown written all over his face because he didn’t understand why they were giving him a gift. “Whot’s this for?”.

“Just open it!” YN smiled, encouraging her brother to open the box. She was excited for Louis’ reaction, but at the same time nervous because his opinion meant the most to her.

Louis reached in the bag and lifted out a plain white box, still looking at his sister and Harry with a frown. As he opened the box, he was met with a card and what he knew was a plain beige baby grow. Louis stared at the words, YN and Harry eager for his reaction.

“No fookin’ way!” Louis eyes found YN. “You’re not!”.

YN nodded softly, “I am”.

“I can’t believe it…fookin’ ‘ell Nan and Grandad need a bigger house for Christmas’ don’t they?” Louis joked at the realisation that their house was already full, and now two of his sisters were pregnant.

“Are you happy?” YN asked, a spot of nervousness in her voice. Something Harry or Louis didn’t see often.

“Happy…I’m fookin’ buzzin’ Tiny!” Louis was quick to wrap his arms around his sister once more. “You’re gonna be the best Mum and you deserve this more than anyone!”.

At his words, YN hugged Louis tighter as the tears ran down her cheeks. Those words meant the most coming from Louis because she knew it was from the heart.

“And you c’mere man.” Louis gestures towards Harry, both pulling each other in for a brotherly hug. “Congratulations man…it’s the best feeling in the world and you’re gonna be the best Dad”.

“Thanks mate” Harry squeezed Louis and tapped his hand on his back, again appreciating the kind words.

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It was no secret that Harry was a mama’s boy. Anne absolutely adored her children and vice versa. She always showed so much love, thought and kindness to everyone around her. Anne was the person that Harry turned to for everything, from happy times to sad times, she was his go to person. Since the passing of her Mum, she had taken YN under her arms like she was one of her own, giving her the motherly love she dearly missed. So obviously Harry wanted to tell his Mum the exciting news.

After watching Louis show last night, they had all hung out backstage eating pizza and very much enjoying some family time. But the next morning, Harry and YN travelled to Anne’s to spend the day with her, and to tell her the news, before they headed to Manchester to Louis’ show, Anne included.

Anne greeted them both with a warm cuddle, as she opened the front door, welcoming them in. Like every time Harry came home, he went straight to the fridge to see what he could find. Anne made them all a cup of tea whilst they chatted.

As they all sat in the cosy living room, the fire burning in the background. Anne looked at YN with a soft smile. “Are you alright my love, you look exhausted?” Noticing the dark circles that sat beneath her eyes.

YN glanced at Harry, knowing that this would probably the best time to tell her the news. Harry coughed into his hand, clearing his throat as a smile threatened to appear. “Uh, Mum, we’re…we have some news”.

Anne looked worried, especially because for once she couldn’t read Harry or YN’s expressions. “You’re scaring me”.

Harry and YN smiled at each other, knowing that once the words are spoken, Anne was going to be ecstatic. “Well… you know how Gemma’s pregnant?” Harry spoke the words casually, a smile threatening to show.

“Yes?” Anne’s eyes flicked between Harry and YN. “Wait…are you?”. At the realisation, her hands covered her mouth, hiding her shocked expression. YN and Harry laughing and smiling at her reaction, already knowing how much love Anne was going to give to their baby. “Are you…you’re pregnant?”.

With a smile on her lips, her cheeks hurting from the action, YN nodded. Anne got up from her seat and pulled YN into her arms, as tears ran down both their cheeks at the special moment. After hugging Harry and getting emotional again at the thought of her own baby with his own baby, Anne sat down in her seat as she rubbed underneath her eyes.

“Oh I’m so happy, I can’t believe it” Anne repeated throughout the day, still in shock that she was not only going to be a Grandmother, but a Grandma to two little babies. Although she had agreed to keep the news to herself, she knew it was going to be difficult not to shout it from the roof tops.

Harry had always been protective over YN since they began dating, especially when it came to being out in public. But Anne doesn’t miss the way he’s right behind her on her every move, as they walk through the back entrance of the arena. The way he hold her hand a little tighter or how tense his shoulders get when someone hugs YN a light too tight. Anne can only put that down to the precious cargo YN is currently carrying.

But what brought a tear to Anne’s eye was when she saw Harry’s hand discreetly on YN’s tummy, as he hugged her from behind whilst Louis sang “‘cause we made it”.

They really had made it, and now it was their turn for a little happiness. It was a bittersweet time for Anne because she wished a special person was standing by her side to share this special moment with.

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bellaturner · 11 months

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Perfect Sense

Not proof read, please let me know if there are any errors

Summary: you are pregnant with Alex's baby.

No warnings (there is the use of the words whore and gold digger once, and the mention of a 10 years age gap tho)

Basically fluff ✨

900 words

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You were 30 weeks pregnant when you decided it was time to share the news with the world. Of course, close friends and family already knew, but the general public was unaware. Whenever you went out, you always wore baggy shirts and tight high-waisted pants to conceal your growing belly and shield your little girl from the prying eyes of paparazzi. However, with only 10 weeks to go, it was becoming increasingly challenging to hide your pregnancy.

To make matters worse, the guys were in the midst of a world tour, and the gossip magazines had their focus on the Arctic Monkeys' members and their significant others. Your engagement to Alex had already provided them with plenty to gossip about when it was announced last year.

They feasted on it, relishing in highlighting the ten-year age gap between you and Alex, and making derogatory remarks, calling you a whore and a gold digger. It was tough initially, but you had learned to cope. Most of the fans supported you anyways, and you always had the guys standing up for you.

So, the day before the gig in Sheffield, you decided to have a conversation with your fiancé.

"Al, baby, I'm tired of hiding my belly," you said softly while cuddling with him in bed, resting your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. It was one of those lazy nights when you both stayed at home, watching movies. "Chloe will be here soon, and we haven't announced it yet."

His free hand moved to the base of your stomach, gently caressing it and eliciting kicks from your daughter. "Oh, hi there, love," Al chuckled. "Don't kick your mum like that," he scolded playfully.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt me," you laughed, placing your hand on top of his. You knew Chloe would be a daddy's girl; she already adored him so much. Whenever you played his music, she would celebrate with a tiny dance inside you, and when he returned home from work, she would kick until he came over and spoke to her.

"Do you think we should go public, princess?" he interrupted your little daydream.

"I do, baby," you replied.

"Then we'll do it tomorrow," he said with a mischievous grin. "But in a special way."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see, doll," he whispered. "Now let's finish watching this and get some sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow for the final rehearsal," he added, nuzzling your hair.

You adored those moments, when he buried his nose in your hair. His big nose and how he sometimes used it to bring you pleasure were just some of the things you loved about him. In your eyes, everything about this man was perfect. That's why he was yours, and you reveled in displaying your love, even when the media labeled you a gold digger. You were deeply in love with him, and nothing else mattered.

"I love you, Alex" you said placing kisses all over his chest.

"I love you too, darling," he replied, his voice sounding sleepy.

The following day was filled with anticipation. Alex got up early and left for the venue, and you joined him and the rest of the band for lunch. You wore a loose shirt, finally relieved to ditch the pants you despised. During the afternoon, you decided to read a book in the band's private room while the guys joked around and played music.

"You're glowing, babe," Alex said with a smile.

"I'm just so happy that we're finally going public with the pregnancy," you replied. "And curious about how we're gonna do it," you teased, but he remained silent.

He was about to say something when a voice called them over, announcing that they would be on stage in five minutes.

"I have to go, doll," he kissed your lips and joined the rest of the band at the side of the stage.

You watched them perform from the backstage area, reveling in the experience. Seeing them live always brought you immense joy. Around the fourth song, you noticed a change in the setlist, making you even more excited.

It was during the last song before the encore when Alex began to speak, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

"I don't usually do this, but since we're back to where it all began, I want to dedicate the next song to someone special," he said, searching for your eyes on the side of the stage.

The cameras quickly captured your face as you locked eyes with Alex and blew him a kiss.

"This next one is for my amazing wife and the mother of my child," he declared, and the crowd erupted in a frenzy, mirroring your own emotions.

You hadn't expected this. But as the realization sunk in, tears of joy welled up in your eyes. Not only had he referred to you as his wife in front of thousands of people, but he also announced your pregnancy, allowing you to proudly showcase your baby bump to the world.

The band proceeded to play "Perfect Sense," and at the end of the song, Alex sprinted over to you, passionately kissing you while whispering, "I love you, princess," and of course Chloe kicked until he kissed your bump as well.

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IT'S BEEN A WHILE BUT I'M BACK!

I've been trying to write something for almost a month, but I'm stuck at it, so I decided to write this short little story to kinda reset my mind, if that makes any sense.

Hope you guys enjoy this one ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ⁱ ᵗʰʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ I really liked writing it.

OH, I almost forgot, this is a suuuper old request by @dietmtndew777, I hope you like it, babe 💕 (and sorry for taking forever to write it)

Anywayyyys, love yall 💕

~ Bella

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 16)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Some of (Y/N)'s past comes to light during the drive to Sheffield. She’s finally able to speak to her brother, and have the upperhand for once…until things change on a dime. Thankfully Tommy's there to back her up. After everything goes down, her mum is the first thing she can think about.

Warnings: language, strained familiar relationship, psychological abuse, weapons, violence (typical to series), character death, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 3151

A/N: alright, y’all…here’s the chapter. It’s all going down here. I hope that it doesn’t disappoint given this type of material isn’t what I normally write. A big shoutout is in order for @peakyscillian , who helped me with the structure for a part of this chapter. Also bonus points if you can pick out the line of Garrett’s where I channeled Fitzgerald from The Revanent. Enjoy ! :)

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(Y/N) kept her hands twisted tightly together in her lap as she stared out at the road ahead of her. With each second that passed, her grip got stronger. It was to the point where her fingernails were digging into her skin, but she didn't care. She needed some way to alleviate this nervous feeling that was bubbling up inside of her.

"Are you ok, (Y/N)?" she heard Tommy ask beside her. His voice made her look over at him to see that he was taking quick glances in her direction in between staying focused on the road. He must've seen the death grip she had on herself.

"Honestly...no," she answered, exhaling a long breath then. "I...my mind's not stopped since we've left Birmingham."

"What's going through it?" he asked, glancing in her direction once more.

"I can't stop thinking about what we're going to do. It's not quite the homecoming that anyone first thinks of," she responded, a bit of a nervous laugh bubbling past her lips after she finished speaking.

"(Y/N), if you're having doubts about being the one who..."

"No. It's not doubt about that," she abruptly cut him off the second she realized the direction his statement was heading in, "I'm the one who's going to do this. I need to...for my own sanity and for the hope that I can gain some peace moving forward. I will go about every day in a much calmer state of mind once I know he's no longer a threat to my mother or I."

Tommy slowed the car down and pulled over to the side of the road after noticing the shift in her voice as it faded out towards the end of her statement. He knew that her past with her family was complicated, but the extent of it had never been shared with him. Seeing her sink further into herself the closer they got to Sheffield made him realize that maybe now was the time to get the full extent of the story.

"Why're we stoppin'?!" Arthur called from the car behind Tommy's.

"Just stay in the car!" Tommy called back to him, killing the engine before he turned to look at (Y/N).

"What did we stop for?" (Y/N) asked a similar question to Arthur's.

"You seemed to be getting worse the closer we got to Sheffield," he told her his observation, "figured that maybe you'd need a moment."

(Y/N) was biting back her tears at this point. "I've taken one, so let's go, yeah?" her statement came out a little more forced than she'd hoped.

"Let's take another," he went against her wishes before continuing, "you said that you'd have a calmer state of mind once he's dealt with...what do you mean by that?" he decided to come right out with his curiosity, hoping that she'd trust him enough to share with him.

(Y/N) looked at Tommy for a few moments, deciding whether or not she wanted to open up and explain her past to him. Then she remembered him opening up to her about his past and what he was going through when they were at the Garrison. With a deep breath and a long sigh, she decided that he was someone she could confide in.

"As much as I hate to say it, I have not a good memory shared with either of my brothers," she started, seeing Tommy's eyebrows furrow together before she continued, "when my father took charge of the gang, he began to push the idea that a woman's place was outside the sphere of business. He brought my brothers up on that idea, so naturally they fell right into place with enforcing it. My mother...she was fine with it. It followed right in line with the Weller family's idea that a woman couldn't be the head of the gang, which was why my father took charge in the first place. But my brothers...they took it a step too far most times. They'd often take the psychological route..." she trailed off then, her voice giving out as different instances of her brothers making her feel inferior began to come to mind.

"Love, you don't need to..."

"No, I need to," she abruptly cut Tommy off, shaking her head as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, "maybe speaking about it will help alleviate the burden they've placed on me."

"Only if you feel comfortable," he told her, and she nodded her head before taking a deep breath.

She continued once she'd let it out slowly, "when I was younger it was the typical boys vs. girls, kid typed things. They'd tell me that I couldn't play with them, or that I couldn't be a part of the things they were doing. Clay pretty much stayed in that realm as he got older too; he'd tell me the same thing our father had instilled into our minds: a woman's place wasn't in business and that I had no need to be trying to insert myself into situations where I wasn't welcome. Garrett, on the other hand...he never knew how far was too far. He'd take every chance he got to put me down; to tell me that I wasn't good enough or that I couldn't handle anything. He liked to remind me that, because I was a woman, I was essentially useless to the family as a whole; that I'd never do anything for it like they did. He'd call me weak, he'd call me a coward...he would criticize me for staying inside and then tell me that I was making myself an easy target when I would go out. These remarks would get woven into almost every conversation we shared together, and it came up so much that I just got used to it," she paused, softly laughing to herself before continuing, "as terrible as it sounds, it was nice when he went off to war...because then I only had Clay to deal with, and he had other things going on, so letting me know my place in the family wasn't high up on his list."

"But then Garrett came back..." Tommy filled in the next part of her story when she took a moment to collect herself.

"He did. He came back even worse than he was before. His actions and ideas escalated, to the point where I had to run away," she took a shaky breath as her mind went back to the final days that she'd spent with her family. After a moment spent composing herself, she continued, "he and Clay were trying to make a deal stick...they thought they had the man to where he was going to agree, but he just wouldn't. So Garrett came up with the idea that he'd throw me in the deal as a sweetener, and after persistence from his end, the man bought it. I was to go with this man I'd never met because my brother decided that I was nothing more than a pawn to use in their business endeavors. I made it as far as the man's driveway before he had second thoughts and drove me back...he said he'd work things out on other terms. But Garrett wasn't happy about it. He thought that I was the one who made the man change his mind. He said that he would kill me if the business deal didn't go through in the end, because I would be the only reason why it wouldn’t...I left that night because I didn't want to wait around and see it through."

By the end of her monologue, (Y/N) had noticed that she now had crescent shaped marks in her wrist as a result of how hard she was pressing her fingers into it. She sniffled and reached up to swipe away the tears that were welling up in her eyes before they could escape.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to unload all of that onto you," she apologized, finally looking at Tommy again.

"Don't apologize. I'm sure doing it helped you," he brushed her off, hoping that his expression was being received as sympathetic. Inside an anger was boiling up with each second that passed. He now had another reason why this man needed to be dealt with before the sun set.

"It did," she nodded, "it's just that now my mum's in his crosshairs because she's still speaking with me, and I won't have her become even more collateral damage from my decisions. That's why I need to be the one who does this...who finally frees us from his grips."

"You're sure of it?" he checked with her once more, still not wanting to push her into something that may be too much...and if he was being honest, he wanted to do it himself now.

"I am," she answered, an assured expression on her face.

"Ok," he nodded upon hearing her answer, "are you ready to go?"

"I am," she repeated her previous response, nodding slightly as she spoke.

Tommy only nodded before he started the engine again, waving his hand out the window to get the attention of his brothers before he maneuvered the car back onto the road. (Y/N) took a deep breath as they began driving again, feeling better after getting things off of her chest. She was still slightly nervous about what was going to be done in a matter of hours, but she felt even more assured that this was the right thing to do.

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The car was parked down the lane from the pub that Garrett frequented. Tommy had decided that they would walk up so that things wouldn't be even more out of the ordinary. Arthur and John took the other men accompanying them to where they knew Clay would be at this time. They would all make sure that Clay and his associates would stay where they were while things played out.

"You ok?" Tommy asked (Y/N) as they approached the pub.

"I am," she nodded, taking another breath to calm the nerves that were bubbling up.

"And you have what you need?" he checked, referring to the revolver he'd given her before they left Small Heath.

"I do," she answered, her hand subconsciously going to where the weapon was situated in the waistband of her skirt, underneath the flowing part of her blouse.

"Ok," Tommy nodded, stopping and turning to look at her once they were a few steps from the pub's doors. "You can do this," he assured her one last time, his words making her nod, "and I'll be in the corner of the room if things don't go as planned."

(Y/N) nodded one last time and sent him a nervous smile before she turned and walked the few steps separating her from the doors. After another deep breath, she opened them and entered the pub.

The pub was basically empty. There were a few men scattered around the decently-sized room, drinking and minding their business. (Y/N)'s eyes fell on Garrett rather quickly. He was sitting in a stool straight in front of her with his back to the door. She could have easily done the job...just pulled out the gun and taken care of him without even being five steps into the establishment. But she didn't want it to go down like that. She wanted to speak her mind to him first.

So she confidently walked up to the bar, her shoes soundly loudly off the hardwood. She could hear Tommy enter the pub behind her and from the corner of her eye watched as he took a seat at an empty table next to the doors.

Without a word, she stopped at the bar and set her hands down on it. Instead of looking at him, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead. He'd recognize her soon enough.

Within seconds, he did. "It's awful bold of you to set foot in this city after all you've done," there was a smirk apparent in his voice...there always was.

"After all I've done?" (Y/N) countered, making sure that her voice was steady, "I just came to visit mum, Garrett. It was you and Clay who..." her steadiness cracked as she recalled that fateful day. Garrett noticed this and looked to capitalize on it, but she didn't give him the chance as she composed herself and kept speaking, "this is as much my city as it is yours, and you know that," she finished off with a glare.

Garrett chuckled at her comment, unbothered by her steely gaze. "Everyone clear out!" he called to the other patrons in the bar, who promptly heeded to his request. Tommy stayed tucked in the corner, where the darkness of the room hid him. (Y/N) stole a glance in his direction to make sure he was still there. "I need to have a word with my sister," Garrett continued, his grin still present. He waited until the room was clear to speak again, "you know I don't actually know how this is still your city since you bailed on it in the middle of the night," the cockiness was present once more.

"You of all people should know why I did that," she spat back at him, not having the tolerance for him to do this now.

"Why did you even come back here?" he disregarded her statement, "did mummy write you another letter telling you how oh-so terrible things are? Did she want you to come and save her?" he was talking in a mocking voice now.

She actually did, (Y/N) thought, but didn't dare say that.

"Why did you come back here, (Y/N)? Huh?" he continued to prod when she didn't say anything, instead keeping her stone faced gaze on him.

"I came to deal with something I should have a long time ago," she answered him, her words coming through gritted teeth as she tried to keep herself calm. She'd been waiting to do this for a while now, she didn't want to mess it up or jump ahead of herself.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised. She wasn't sure if he noticed her movement as she slowly pulled her weapon from the waistband of her skirt.

"To make sure that you can't hurt me or anyone else ever again," she told him, keeping her words steady as she brandished the weapon, holding it up for him to see. Wasting no time in pointing it at him, she kept her hands steady and her grip relaxed. She couldn't let him see how she was really feeling.

A grin slowly formed on Garrett's face as he realized what was happening now. He didn't show one ounce of fear or shock at what (Y/N) had done. "You wanna show me how much you've grown now, huh? You go to fucking Birmingham and all of a sudden you think you know how to handle a fucking weapon?!" he started screaming at her, inching closer to her as he spoke, making her shrink into herself slightly. She held the gun steady though. "Fucking show me then! Use it on me!" he taunted, moving even closer to her.

(Y/N) gritted her teeth and kept her hold. No matter how much screaming she was doing inside of her mind now, she couldn't get herself to pull the trigger. She was frozen in her spot as all of the memories of the times he'd taken this similar tone with her flooded back again.

In a flash, Garrett grabbed the gun out of her hand, managing to do so before she could even react to him. She gasped at the feeling of the weapon, and the power, leaving her hands and tried so hard to maintain her composure as he flipped the barrel around to face her, grinning like a maniac now.

"See...you don't know how to do a fucking thing. You're still the same, pathetic coward that ran away. Still scared to do anything..." he trailed off, pulling the hammer of the gun back as he kept it pointed at her. His grin grew as he stared her down. "What am I to do now? How could I possibly let you walk away from this, huh?" his final word was accentuated by the sound of the gun clicking, which made (Y/N) flinch and squeeze her eyes shut.

What brought her back was the sound of his laughter. She opened her eyes to see him opening the chamber and spinning it, seeing the bullets that were loaded into it - in all but one of the slots. He then shut it and spun it once more, eyeing her up and down as he chuckled again. "Next time you plan on killin' a person, you best remember to load your gun properly, you fuckin'..."

A loud bang sounded out in the room, stopping Garrett mid sentence. (Y/N) dropped to the floor at the sound of it, covering her head as a last ditch effort as a ringing sound took over all of her senses.

"(Y/N)!" the voice was muffled, the ringing still taking center stage. "(Y/N)!" it called again.

She didn't know how long it was before she opened her eyes again. After blinking a few times, she found Tommy kneeling in front of her. She also felt a presence to her left, but she dared not to look in that direction; knowing exactly what, or rather who, it was.

"Are you ok?" he asked her, his voice more clear now. Concern was deeply etched into his features.

"I...I think I am," she stumbled over her words, nodding slightly.

"Let's get you up then, eh?" he suggested, making her nod again as she took hold of his outstretched hand and allowed him to slowly pull her to her feet. "Are you sure?" he asked her, his eyes locked onto hers as he tried to search them; to see if he could gain any underlying clues.

"Yes," she breathed, nodding again, "is he...?" she couldn't even finish her sentence without choking up.

Tommy knew exactly what she was getting at though. "He's dead."

(Y/N) nodded at this new information. "Good," she breathed, giving another slight nod. She took a few deep breaths before someone popped into her mind. "I need to go see my mum," she said then, just barely getting the words out before she stepped past Tommy and headed for the door.

If Tommy called out for her, she didn't hear him. She exited the pub and allowed her feet to take her down the streets without much thought. She needed to see her mum, and she needed to see her now.

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justahumblememefarmer · 4 months

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Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 2 - Matchup 20

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55: School Reunion - Season 2, Episode 3: The Doctor and Rose have taken up jobs at a school, investigating some strange occurrences like lights in the sky, the replacement of staff, and record test results. A journalist, Sarah Jane Smith, comes to investigate the school as well. The Doctor recognizes her as one of his former companions, but as he's regenerated and is using a fake name, she does not recognize him.

After the school closes the Doctor, Rose, and Mickey investigate inside, running into Sarah Jane and reconnecting with her. They discover that the principal, several teachers, and dinner ladies are members of a shapeshifting alien race called Krilitanes. They use K9, the Doctor's old robot dog that Sarah Jane had taken possession of, to analyze an oil the aliens are using to discover it is making the children at the school smarter.

They find that the Krilitanes are using the children's accelerated intelligence and imagination to crack a code that would allow them to have the powers of gods. They free the children from the Krilitanes control and blow up the school with the Krilitanes inside. The Doctor invites Sarah Jane to travel with him and Rose, but she declines. Mickey asks to come instead and the Doctor agrees. He leaves Sarah Jane with an upgraded K9.

74: Arachnids in the UK - Season 11, Episode 4: After several unsuccessful attempts, the Doctor finally returns Yaz, Graham, and Ryan to Sheffield. Yaz takes Ryan and the Doctor to meet her family. Yaz goes to pick up her mum from work while the Doctor and Ryan go to check on a neighbor of Yaz's that has not been answering her door, along with one of the neighbor's colleagues. They find that the flat is covered in spider webs, and the neighbor is dead. They also find a spider the size of a small dog.

The coworker explains that she is a scientist that has been investigating strange incidents involving spiders all over the city. They find that the spiders are sending a signal leading back to the hotel that Yaz's mum works at. At the hotel Yaz picks up her mum, who says she's been fired by the hotel owner, who is also refusing to listen to one of his subordinates about a problem they've been facing. They also begin to encounter the giant spiders and spider webs around the hotel.

The Doctor, Ryan, Graham, and the scientist head to the hotel. The group all avoid being attacked by giant spiders while the Doctor questions the hotel owner about what might be causing this. He reveals that all of his hotels are built over re-purposed lands to make them cheaper, and this one is built over a huge landfill, including hazardous material that has caused the spiders to mutate. They lure the spiders to the hotel owners panic room, securing them inside and locking the door and leaving the spiders to die.

After they leave the hotel Ryan, Graham, and Yaz go to the TARDIS to say goodbye to the Doctor, but she asks them to travel with her and they agree.

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9leaguesofmirrors · 25 days

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Joseph Gain(e)s Approval (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

In which Lisgoe meets Ross' family and, as usual, things don't go that well (AKA, Lisgoe is a menace but it's justified)

CONTENT WARNING: Classism and mentions of death

As Lisgoe sat in the driver’s seat, eyes staring off aimlessly out of the window in front of him while they were parked away from the house, he only had one thought going through his mind

Ross is lucky he doesn’t have to go through this shite, my dad’s dead and my mum lives in fucking Sheffield

He shifted uncomfortably in the suit Ross had picked out for him. White, for some reason

“It was going to happen eventually, Joseph, you can’t be in a relationship and never meet their parents.”

“I was hoping to prove you wrong.”

Ross sighed, whipping off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose before sliding them back on again

“Just try to be civil. I don’t particularly speak to my mother, and I certainly don’t think much of my dad, but they’re family. They deserve to at least meet my partner.”

Lisgoe felt Ross touch his face and kiss him gently. Anything he wanted to say, for a moment, withered in the sensation of Ross’ lips on his. Instinctively, his hands cupped his neck as he leaned into it, allowing it to deepen slightly as they both sunk into it

“Just one dinner,” Ross murmured “then we don’t have to go through it again.” He rested his hand on Lisgoe’s upper thigh, rubbing it gently “Then you can do whatever you want, OK?”

That caused Lisgoe to close his eyes, sighing shakily at the contact. If that was the promise, one dinner couldn’t hurt

“Fine,” he looked back at Ross “but you’re bat-shit if you think I’m talking about the fucking weather all day.”

Appearing somewhat satisfied with that response, Ross got out of the car. And, with some hesitation, Lisgoe did the same

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It wasn’t a surprise that Ross’ parents lived in a fancy house, the first Lisgoe thought when he met his partner was this guy definitely owned a pantry growing up. He loosened his tie slightly as Ross rang the doorbell

When it opened, he were met with a woman in a neat, navy pinafore dress and thin, brown hair

“Ross, hello!” She sounded polite enough, though she spoke to Ross more like a close acquaintance than her son. She turned to Lisgoe and held out her hand “You must be Joseph.”

He took her hand and shook it

“You alright?”

That seemed to catch her slightly off-guard, but she remained civil as she let go of Lisgoe’s hand

“Yes, thank you.”

“What’s your name then? Calling you ‘Mrs. Gaines’ all evening is just gonna make me sound like a twat.”

Again, she seemed surprised, probably by the casual swearing, but she answered

“Please, call me Angina.”

Now it was Lisgoe’s turn to be caught off-guard, and couldn’t help but blurt out:

“There’s no way that’s your real name!”

“Excuse me?”

Angina looked confused

Ross looked like he was about step on Lisgoe’s foot

“I meant... it’s so unique! I’ve never heard it before. It’s... really lovely.”

That seemed to work, and she smiled

“It’s American originally, I believe.”

“Nothing beats an American Angina.”

That time, Ross did step on Lisgoe’s foot

“Where’s dad?”

“Your father’s at the table already, food will be done soon.”

Ross pursed his lips and nodded, a visual manifestation of him pushing down his nerves. Instinctively, Lisgoe rested a hand on the small of his back until he felt his partner relax under his palm

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Lisgoe had heard the odd anecdote about Mr. Gaines, and he already wasn’t keen on him

So the first thought that went through his head when he saw that pudgy man sat in his chair, eyeing up the silver chain around his neck with distain, was look at this bald bastard

While Ross sat beside him, Lisgoe sat down opposite, reclining in his chair

“Mr. Gaines, yeah?”

“Silas. Silas Gaines.”

Somehow a worse name than Angina. And that’s a fucking chest infection!

“Right, Silas. Name’s Joseph.”

“I’m aware.” Silas looked at Lisgoe’s posture “Very aware.”

Alright, you miserable cunt, be like that

Before he could make a snappy remark, Angina had brought out a pot of food and was plating it up. Silas didn’t move his glare away from Lisgoe

Look, Baldy, if you wanna kiss me just say that

“Food looks great,” he decided to say “mind you, I can’t cook for shite.”

He revelled in the way Silas’ eye twitched at his language

“Don’t you worry, Silas, I’m not trying to have it on with your missus. Though I do like Anginas, don’t I Ross?”

Ross looked one breath away from stabbing Lisgoe with his knife

“So, Joseph,” Angina spoke as she finished plating everything up “what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a debt collector. I’m mainly behind the desk, but I sometimes go out if a customer’s being really difficult.”

He saw the way Silas seemed to look at him with impressed surprise. As if he didn’t expect a man like Lisgoe to have a decent job

“Debt collection!” Angina said “Apparently that pays well.”

“Very well.” Silas nodded “Better than those dead-end jobs they give council-dwellers.”

That made Lisgoe’s fist clench around his utensils as he stared at his plate, eyes blazing and teeth gritting together. He refused to acknowledge Silas at all, as doing so would result in him launching across the table and slamming his face into it

“If we had more people going into decent jobs, instead of taking the easy route, there’d be no need for those ghastly-looking job centres. Which, ironically, would put our Ross out of a job!”

He laughed like it was funny

Lisgoe felt a hand on his knee, and met the eyes of his partner. No words, yet a whole conversation was spoken

He’s such a dick

I know, Joseph

He doesn’t know shite

Be civil

“So, Joseph, what did you study at University?”

Despite his bubbling anger, Lisgoe managed to look at Silas with a neutral expression

“Finance.”

“There’s no need for the attitude.”

“I’m not showing you attitude.”

“Yes, you are.”

“If I wanted to show you attitude, I’d have told you to fuck off by now.”

“Joseph-“

“You little-“

“Sorry. It’s the ‘council-dweller’ blood in my veins.”

Silence

Silas looked disgusted

Angina looked like she was trying to figure out what to say

Ross looked deeply uncomfortable

For a while, they ate without speaking

“... So, Silas,” Lisgoe said, throwing him for a loop by being as civil as possible “what do you do then?”

“I’m an accountant for a-“

“That right? Heard a lot of things about accountants. Everything except what they actually do.” He looked around the room “But you must make good money, by the looks of this place.”

That didn’t get an answer, instead Silas just carried on eating his food. Presumably because responding to Lisgoe would either result in a screaming match or a recreation of WWE

“I think we’ve talked enough about money,” Angina said in a soft yet assertive tone “those sorts of things always end in arguments. Are you from Vasey originally?”

“Nah, grew up in a council flat in Sheffield. Guy from Arctic Monkeys is from there.”

“You’re a fan of music then?”

“Fuck yeah! Rock, metal, punk, bit of new wave.”

“New wave? Like The Cure?”

“Absolutely like The Cure!” He turned to Ross “I quite like Angina.”

“Joseph-“

“What? I do!”

Ross just rolled his eyes and continued to eat. Then, when silence bubbled again, he said:

“Joseph plays drums.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, never joined a band though, fuck that. I just play for fun sometimes,” he turned to Silas “helps improve my stamina. That comes in handy.”

That got a glare, Lisgoe pretended not to see it

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Angina said “do you have anymore of those?” She pointed to his neck, where the black bird sat

“Got loads actually: chest, arms, snake up the back. Got one on my inner forearm.” He undid his cufflink and rolled his sleeve up

“A number nine?”

“Actually,” Lisgoe said with a slight smile “it’s an upside-down six.” He rolled his sleeve back down “Inside joke between me and my cousin. He died a few years back.”

“Oh dear. Was it quite... sudden?”

“Screwdriver to the spine sounds pretty sudden to me.”

“I’m sorry that happened.”

“Well,” Silas muttered, half to himself “it’s to be expected.”

The air slowly began to thicken to the point it was suffocating

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m being entirely sympathetic to you, Joseph.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. I understand how dangerous it can be in areas as impoverished as a council estate. Your cousin was simply caught in the cross-fire of-“

“My cousin grew up in Portsmouth. And he wasn’t killed in a gangfight, he died at work. And let me tell you something, his job was probably more useful than whatever the fuck an accountant does.”

Lisgoe had shot up from his seat and was looking around at the people sat

“I’m going.”

“Joseph, please sit down-“

“You can stay if you want, Ross, but I’m fucking leaving.”

Wordlessly, Angina stood up and went over to him

“It was lovely to meet you, Joseph.”

“You’re alright, Angie, good cook. Hopefully you can teach me someday.”

As she took their plates into the kitchen, she muttered something to her husband. He then stood up and went over to Lisgoe, standing in front of him and reluctantly held out his hand

Lisgoe didn’t take it. He just looked at him

“Where did you say you worked?”

“Kelter & Co. No doubt you’ve heard of it.”

“Yeah,” Lisgoe spoke politely “yeah I’ve heard of it.”

He finally shook Silas’ hand and, not letting go, spoke again

“I’m gonna go there tonight. Drive into the parking bay, find your spot. And I’m gonna take your son to the backseat of my car. That’s right. I’m gonna put my filthy little ‘council-dweller’ hands all over your nice, middle-class son. Gonna put my working-class mouth on his clean skin and shove my destitute dick up his arse.” He stopped shaking his hand and folded his arms “And he’ll fucking love it. Like he always does.”

That was when he stormed out of the house, Ross following. He was still in view of the house when Ross grabbed his wrist and glared at him

“What the hell was that?”

“I’m not gonna sit there and let some privileged wanker treat me like a fucking second-class citizen.” He took a step towards him “And besides, if you weren’t gonna defend me, I needed to do it myself.”

“It’s not that easy to stand up to a man like my dad-“

“He brought Viktor into it! He slated my upbringing, then he brought my dead fucking cousin into it! And you sat there. And you. said. nothing.”

“You don’t need me to defend you, you’re perfectly capable of doing that yourself.”

“Don’t need a lot of things. I don’t need to have a smoke every now and then. I don’t need to have music blaring in my ears when I’m working, but y’know what? It’s just nice to know it’s actually fucking there.”

Ross sighed, shaking his head

“You’ll never understand what it’s like to have a father mentally break you to the point where you don’t even see the point in standing up for yourself.”

There’s a pause in the conversation, and Lisgoe looked as though he understood, but was struck by the sheer madness of it

“The amount of shite my dad put me through... all of the insults, the shouting, all of that, and you say I’ll never fucking understand? No. I do. But my dad could beat seven shades of shite out of me, but as soon as he started on you, I wouldn’t hesitate in telling him to fuck right off.”

“You had siblings, Joseph. You had friends, you had people around. I had nothing. Nothing in my life had permanence other than my mum and that man in there. I had no escape until I left for University.”

As Lisgoe turned away, Ross grabbed his upper arms

“I wanted to say something. I really did. But as soon as anything formed in my head, my throat clenched. Because every opportunity I got to say anything, I was shut down. Belittled. I’m not like you. I don’t have the lack of shame to go all in on-“

“Don’t you fucking start with that!”

Neither of them quite expected the sudden shift of volume, and they instinctively looked towards the house. That when they say Silas, staring smugly through the upstairs window

“He’s fucking loving this.” Lisgoe’s jaw tightened “Dirty little bastard-“

“Jesus christ, will you shut up?”

Lisgoe almost retaliated, but he was stopped by the feeling of his back being slammed into the large tree in front of the house and the firm press of Ross’ lips on his

“You think this is gonna make it up to-“

“It’s not about you, is it?” Ross sneered, his hands cupping Lisgoe’s face “It’s not all about you.”

He saw Ross’ eyes dart to the window and he looked too, noticing Silas’ shocked expression. Then it clicked

“You’re using me for revenge.”

“Yes.”

“That’s... really fucking hot, actually.” Lisgoe said it like it was an actual inconvenience to his evening “I’m pissed at you. You can’t be hot when I’m pissed at you.”

“Oh, and I’m meant to stay angry at you when you’re wearing a white suit?”

“This was your idea!”

“Didn’t expect you to annoy me though, did I? That’s your fault.”

“Yeah yeah.” Lisgoe grabbed Ross’ waist “You gonna exact your revenge or not?”

“I will. Just. Realised I don’t know how.”

By now, the irritation had liquidize into something warm and gooey. Like syrup. And Lisgoe knew exactly how to use it

“It’s because you’re so polite.” He goaded, nose inches from Ross’ “Pretty, perfect Ross Gaines, with a fancy house and a fancy pantry, with fancy parents and a fancy private educatio-“

That did the trick. Every particle of Ross’ frustration manifested in his mouth and hands, and each inch was being pressed, squeezed and wrenched into Lisgoe

“You’re gonna ruin this suit, Ross. And I know it was expensive because I was there when you-“

“Is he still watching?”

With a slight chuckle, Lisgoe’s eyes flicked to the upstairs window

“He looks fucking disgusted. Like a car accident to him, he hates it but he can’t look away.”

“I wouldn’t want to look away from you either.”

“Yeah, well I can see your mum coming up to the window.”

Ross hastily let go of Lisgoe, as if he was burned by his touch. That was when the sheer ridiculousness of the situation caught up to them and they started laughing

“Joseph,” called Angina, leaving the house and going up to them both” can we speak before you go?”

“What about Ross?”

“He can wait in the car.”

“Can I now?”

“Yes. You can.”

Ross glared, tutting as he walked off. Once he was gone, Angina turned to Lisgoe

“First of all, I want to apologise on behalf of Silas-“

“Don’t bother. Hate when people do things on other people’s behalves. If Silas wants to say sorry, he can come out and find me. That’s on him.”

“If I don’t do it, he never will.”

“Then he doesn’t say sorry, not my problem.”

“Right.”

The chill air seemed to make things even more uncomfortable, or maybe it was just cold?

“Is that... all?”

“No. No, it isn’t. Forgive me for sounding presumptuous, but you don’t seem like the type to be comfortable in a situation like this.”

“I wasn’t. And I’m not.”

“Then... why do it?”

Lisgoe leaned against the tree with a sigh, figuring out how to get his words out without sounding drippy

“I’m not a traditionalist, but Ross is. Kinda. Figured I could at least suffer through for him. Try and make at least one of his parents like me, not sure how well that worked out.”

Angina’s eyebrows quirked upwards, taking in what Lisgoe had just said

Looks like it really does run in the family

“Ross does that too, does he?”

How the fuck did she-

“I saw that little smirk at the back of your throat,” she didn’t look offended. In fact, she wore a similar smile herself “you don’t become a body language analyst without picking up a few tricks.”

“He’s your son.” Realising how weird that sounded, Lisgoe tried again “I mean, he takes after you a lot. More than daddy, that’s for sure.”

“Silas is too harsh on that boy, always has been. I don’t think Ross knows how to be cared for, how to receive it.” She kept looking at him, as if this was all planned out. There was no interjections of second thoughts, she knew what she was saying “But I knew you were right for my son the moment you walked in.”

That caused Lisgoe to furrow his brows and blink a few times quickly. But he said nothing

“I could tell Ross was tense the moment he stepped into our house, he always gets like that when Silas is near. But I remember standing in the doorway and seeing you put your hand on Ross’ back.”

“Might’ve done, probably did.”

“Yes, well, I could see the way he reacted to it. His whole body seemed to melt slightly, it looked he was returning to his neutral state. You seem to have a calming effect on him-“

Lisgoe barked out a laugh

“Me? Calming?! Fuck nah, I make his blood boil, it’s who I am. Constant nuisance.”

“I only know what I saw, and what I saw was a man that could defend himself. And, if the moment in the doorway is anything to go by, can do the same for my son.”

Lisgoe didn’t quite know what to say, he’d never been spoken of quite this highly before, especially not about being good enough for something. But now, he was being told that he was doing enough for someone he, against all odds, truly cared about

He only hoped Ross though similarly

“You ought to go.” Angina said “Ross is probably wondering what’s keeping you.”

Lisgoe nodded, unsure exactly how to close such an unusual situation – well, unusual in the sense that he was leaving it without a shouting match or physical injuries

“I’ll see you when I see you, I guess.”

Angina gave a slow nod back, she knew what he meant

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“I’m sorry. About earlier. For not standing up for-“

“Forget it, I’m not pissed at you. I get it. Dads can be assholes."

They drove in comfortable silence until they reached the roundabout

“Second exit.”

“What?”

“Second exit.”

“Ross, that’s not the right way.”

“Joseph-“

“Our house is the opposit-“

“We’re not going home.”

Lisgoe ran his tongue along his teeth

“You gonna kill me then?”

“No.”

He looked slightly disappointed

“Then where are you-“

“Row 9, column D. Can’t miss it.”

“Miss what.”

This time, it was Ross that had the smirk on his face

“My dad’s parking spot.”

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #joseph lisgoe #ross gaines #gainsgoe #gainesgoe

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Daphne and Ben sitting in silence on the way home from their B&E at Anthony’s like:

“Sorry, I have to talk about the fact that Kate Sharma is so into Anthony.”

Ben gasped, “I literally can’t stop thinking about it.”

“I know! And weirdly I feel like they’re cute together?”

“So cute! She’s so nice! For someone who’s literally the most talented person in her field she’s so… normal?”

“Right! She said I could meet her mum.”

Ben gasped again, “You loved Mary Sheffield! Ugh I’m excited for you!We still probably shouldn’t have broken into Anthony’s place.”

Daphne scoffed, “It got me an invitation to Kate Sharma’s house in Surrey. It’s been in architecture magazines. I’m fine with what I did.”

#pumped up au #wimbledon au

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cianmars · 5 months

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Um hi….I saw you were taking requests/prompts for your 14th Doctor series. I’d love to see one about 14 and Rose talking about her name. Or some “therapy sessions”

Thank you so much!

AO3

The Doctor was a night owl, it turned out, he obviously had never known this as time when you’re constantly travelling through the time vortex can get a bit…. Mixed up.

So most nights they found themself down in the lounge, and more than often than not Rose would also be awake until the early hours alongside him, sometimes working on orders, or school work, sometimes they’d talk, other times they’d just sit in companionable silence.

Tonight he was sitting on the floor, the family’s toolbox he had found in the shed beside him, and the microwave in front of them in pieces, which he definitely knew how to put back together, honest. Rose was on the couch, lofi music playing as she sewed up an adipose toy ready for a big order she’d been working on all week.

The Doctor shoved a screwdriver into their mouth as he rooted in the toolbox for some electrical tape, because they had lost a screw.

“What was Rose like?”

He froze, not sure if they had heard what they had heard. He took the screwdriver from his mouth, setting it down, he turned to his surrogate niece. “Rose?”

She nodded at him, she had put her project down in her lap, purely focused on him.

“She was… she was amazing, she saved me in so many ways, I was still reeling from the Time War when I met her, she was the first human to make me want to connect with anyone or anything. She figured out where London was going to be destroyed from the London Eye and a whole bunch of mannequins. We travelled everywhere, we met Queen Victoria,” they grinned at that memory, “I’m pretty sure I’m still technically banned from the UK, I don’t think Unit remembers that though.”

“Wait,” Rose interrupted with a smile on her face, “how did you get banned from here?”

They smirked in response, “I don’t think Vicky liked that me and Rose knew that she got scratched by a werewolf,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “now you know why they never make appearances during a full moon.”

“I… I would say that you’re making this up but I remember dreaming about that when I was little.”

“Why did you ask? I mean, it’s fine that you did, it’s good, it’s just.. You remember things that have happened in my life, in your mum’s life, Rose was… I’d just lost her when I first met Donna, those memories should have been clearer to you, even if you saw the memories as dreams.”

“I did, but,” she shrugged. “I named myself after her, it felt important to, it felt like the name of someone strong, and I knew that I needed to be strong to continue on existing. Now I know why it felt important, why I knew it was a brave name, I know that she was important to you and to mum… but I didn’t know her, or the details, or all of the stories.”

The Doctor leant their head back against the couch, dropping the pretence of fixing the microwave, he smiled softly. “I get that, wanting to know more about yourself. I can tell you stories, any of them.”

“I’d like that.”

They thought back to hundreds of years ago when they were a parent, telling stories to their own kids, long gone now… “Just a quick one then. We were in Scotland, this was just after we went to New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York, when I had this face brand new, the first time around, after we got body switched so many times and nearly killed by cat nurse nuns, nurses who were cat nuns, not nuns for cats but for anyone.”

“Doctor, you’re getting a bit off track, about cat nuns…”

“Right! Anyway, we decided to go to Earth, the old one this time, we were going to go see a concert, we were just a smidge too early, it happens sometimes…”

“When was the concert meant to take place?”

“Nineteen seventy nine…”

“And you got there…?”

“.... eighteen seventy nine… It’s not my fault!”

“Uh huh sure it wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t! A hundred years is barely anytime, and Sheffield is basically Scotland, not that Rose agreed. Before we could get it right we were stopped by the king's guard who were travelling with Queen Victoria after an attempted assassination attempt- but I was quick thinking and put on a local accent which fooled them.”

“I very much doubt you can do a Scottish accent.”

“You’re meant to be on my side! I’ve already got Donna doing this whole,” they gestured vaguely at Rose, “eh, being mean to me, thing.”

Rose rolled her eyes, sending him a fond smile, “Fine, but only if you promise me when the Tardis comes back we can go on a trip somewhere.”

The Doctor liked it when she smiled fondly at him, he could admit that, so he hesitated, before slowly saying, “Donna’s… kind of grounded me to Earth…. Until I feel better….”

They could see the disappointment on Rose’s face, even though she tried to hide it, still smiling at him.

“It’s okay, really Doctor, we’ll just go when you’re feeling better. “So your Scottish accent-?”

“I mean,” they interrupted, “Donna… couldn’t know, not that there’s anything she’d need to know of course… but the Tardis does need to have a fly regularly, like an aeroplane…” they found themself smiling as Rose beamed at him, “just a quick visit, and it’s not like there’d be anything bad happening.”

“Yeah, totally just quick trips, that's… oh my god, this is great!,” she glanced towards the door, making sure her parents or grandma hadn’t heard them discussing their plans. The Doctor was grinning back at her, she was certain that he needed this as much as she did. “In that case, I take it back, I’m sure your Scottish accent was amazing.”

He rolled his eyes, yup, they were right she was so like her mother, but she was also entirely her own person, and he liked that person a lot. “I should hope so, I was a Scottish about two after this face.”

Rose pulled a throw off the back of the sofa and wrapped it around herself.

“Do you need to get to bed?”

She shook her head, “You haven’t finished the story.”

They wiped their hands on their own t-shirt to rid them off gunk, before pulling a throw off the couch to wrap around their own shoulders. “Okay, so, we had just gotten discovered by Queen Victoria, I convinced her with my amazing Scottish accent and that I was a doctor, which isn’t a lie, so we were taken with her to the house of someone important for some reason I can’t remember why to be honest, I think something to do with politics?”

He carried on telling the story, remembering details about it that they hadn’t thought about in a long time. It hurt, remembering his Rose with this new Rose, but it hurt in a good way. When they finished the story he looked back at Rose to find her nearly asleep, so they started another story he thought she’d like, about him waking up in New York not remembering who he was.

“What the absolute hell have you done!”

The Doctor shot up from the ground where they had been slouched asleep, judging from the crick in their neck. “What’s wrong,” they slurred, his head darted around, seeing Donna looking pissed, he reached into his pocket for his sonic, but it wasn’t there, they must have left it in the kitchen the night before.

“Mum? What’s,” Rose yawned, “wrong.”

It was only then that The Doctor realised that Donna was glaring at them… and that they had fallen asleep not long after Rose, and that the microwave was still in pieces around him.

“Ah… erm… would you believe me if I told you I had to disassemble a bomb in your microwave?”

Her eyes flared, “I am going to kill you, this is the third one! You’re buying me a new one.”

“I… I don’t have any money…”

“Use your sonic on an atm then, you’ve done it before,” she glared, before turning her sights on her daughter. “I thought we agreed that you’d be in bed by one?”

“I, erm-”

“-Also my fault,” The Doctor interrupted, shooting Donna an apologetic look this time, “I started telling her about some of my travels.”

Donna faltered then…. “Which ones…?”

“He was telling me a bit about Rose,” Rose told her mum, “I asked them about her.”

Donna took in a slow breath, she was looking into their eyes, searching for something with concern, but apparently didn’t find it as her fury ebbed. “Look, just… you go upstairs to your room so your grandma doesn’t know that you stayed up way too late on a school night, or I’ll never hear the end about it.,” she looked now at The Doctor, “And you, put the microwave back together.”

“Ah,” They scratched the back of their head running his hand through his hair, grimacing at his best friend, “Erm… yeah about that… this microwave was built faultily like the others, but I will totally buy you a new, functional one. Promise.”

Donna glared at him for a second, before faltering under the weight of both The Doctor and Rose giving her suitably pathetic apologetic looks. She scoffed, “You are so lucky my daughter likes you Spaceboy, or I swear I’d have you deported to Mars.”

He frowned, “During this year on Mars or a different one? Because if it’s a different one then that’s fine, they have amazing night markets.”

“I haven’t ruled out killing you yet.”

“You’d miss me too much.”

“I really wouldn’t.”

He smirked, “Of course you would, you’ve told me so many times now that you’re so glad I’m here, and that you missed me so much, that you always felt like something was missing.”

She hit them with a cushion from the couch, and Rose took the attack as an opportunity to slip away without any more of a lecture.

#dw fic #fourteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor fic #the doctor #donna #doctordonna #rose noble #anon #ask #asks #answered

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"The Loneliest Time"

Summary: Rose Temple-Noble arrives back from a day at UNIT, with a certain freelancer in-tow. However, a chat with Donna Noble may just be what Yasmin Khan needs…

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‘Mum?’

‘I’m in the kitchen, love!’

Donna took a sip from her mug of tea. It was a quiet Friday afternoon, and the sun was already beginning to dip low in the sky. The January weather was never great, but today had actually been fairly decent.

A few seconds later, Rose stepped into the kitchen, followed by a young woman that Donna didn’t recognise; she had long hair that was tied into an elaborate up-do, and was wearing a leather jacket, jeans and boots. She wore a blue earring in the shape of a heart.

Donna’s daughter swung her rucksack off her shoulders, before leaning down to give her mum a quick kiss on the head.

‘Had a good time at UNIT?’

‘It was fantastic!’ Rose said. ‘Oh, this is Yaz, by the way. She’s the freelancer I said about…’

Donna flashed a quick smile at the young woman, and stood up.

‘Thanks for showing Rose around,’ she said, shaking Yaz by the hand. ‘Cuppa?’

‘Ta,’ said Yaz, in a warm Sheffield accent. ‘Milk, no sugar.’

Donna bustled around the kettle, as the two younger woman sat down around the table.

‘So… Yasmin Khan, isn’t it?’ Donna said, popping a tea-bag into the mug and filling it with water. ‘Rose has told me a lot about you-’

‘Mum!’ exclaimed the teenager. Donna didn’t even need to turn to know that her daughter’s face was flushing. But, if she was going to animatedly about the “pretty Yorkshirewoman” everytime she arrived back from UNIT, Donna was going to notice.

‘Oh, relax, love,’ Donna chuckled, as she turned and placed the mug in front of Yaz. ‘Nothing bad, of course. You’ve been working at UNIT for a year now, right?’

Yaz nodded.

‘That’s right. I… well, it’s rather a long story.’

‘Well, I’ve got time. But Rose…’

‘Mum!’

‘Homework?’

‘Oh, alright,’ Rose chuckled, with a fond roll of her eyes. ‘I’ll be upstairs. Thanks for dropping me back, Yaz.’

‘No problem; glad you had a good time today.’

Rose grabbed her bag and hurried upstairs.

‘You must be very proud,’ Yaz said, with a smile. ‘She’s gonna take on the world, that one.’

‘True,’ Donna said, cupping her mug in her hand and grinning. ‘Earth won’t know what’s hit it.’

‘Speaking of earth… you’ve travelled to other planets, eh? Tegan told me.’

‘That tattletale!’ Donna laughed. ‘Yeah, I’ve been around.’

Yaz nodded, and seemed to take a breath before continuing.

‘You used to travel with the Doctor, then?’

Donna nodded.

‘A while back but… yeah. Why?’

‘Just…’ Yaz trailed off, looking a tad uncomfortable. ‘Well, I…’

‘Did one of your friends travel with the Doctor?’ Donna said. ‘The Toymaker mentioned -who was it?- Amy, Clara and Bill.’

Yaz looked at her.

‘No,’ she said, slowly. ‘I… I travelled with the Doctor until about a year ago.’

Donna blinked.

‘Oh,’ the redhead said, placing her mug gently on the coaster. ‘I… I didn’t know that. Was this during the flux?’

Yaz’s brow crinkled.

‘This… toymaker person mentioned the Flux but not Graham, Ryan… Dan? Not me?’

Donna shook her head.

‘Well, I think he was trying to upset the Doctor,’ she said, gently. ‘That’s why he mentioned all those other people.’

Yaz took a sip from her mug.

‘Er… how is the Doctor, by the way?’ she said, slowly. ‘I… I haven’t seen them for a while, like I said.’

‘He lives with me and the family now. Didn’t… didn’t Kate mention things?’

‘I think she wasn’t sure how to put it,’ Yaz said. ‘She did mention that the Doctor appeared on earth again recently but…’

Yaz blinked quickly.

‘Why…’ the Yorkshirewoman whispered, voice quavering. ‘Did I… what did I do wrong?’

Donna’s eyes widened.

‘She couldn’t stay for me…’ Yaz continued, and felt her heart plummet at the grief in the young woman’s voice. ‘She said she couldn’t fix herself to anyone or any place… and… and now…’

Sobs wracked Yaz’s body, and Donna immediately scooted her chair around the table, pulling the young woman into a hug. As soon as the redhead had put her arms around her, Yaz broke down completely, giving a miserable hiccupping sob. Donna held her like that for several moments, and she could feel the Yorkshirewoman trembling slightly as she cried.

‘Was… was I not enough?’

‘Don’t you dare think like that,’ Donna said, pulling away slightly and resting her hands on Yaz’s shoulders. ‘Not ever, you understand?’

Yaz blinked, nodded, and wiped her eyes with her hand.

‘S-sorry,’ she said, quickly. ‘I should’ve-’

‘No need to apologise,’ Donna said. ‘You’re not the first person I’ve met who fell for the Doctor.’

‘Martha and Rose?’

‘Yep. And others too, by the sounds of it. He sometimes slips up and mentions River.’

‘But not me?’

‘Not yet,’ Donna said. ‘Maybe the wound is still too painful.’

‘I suppose,’ Yaz said, with a sad chuckle.

‘Hey, I can always introduce you to-’

‘No,’ Yaz said, quietly. ‘I do appreciate the offer, Donna. But… the Doctor I… the Doctor I fell in love with is now gone. She’s not coming back. And… I’ve gotten used to that. The two of us decided that we wouldn’t say goodbye so… yeah.’

‘I’m sure she’s proud of you. So am I, for what it’s worth.’

Yaz smiled.

‘Thanks, Donna. Er… please don’t tell Tegan,’ Yaz said, with a chuckle. ‘Her and Nyssa are already acting like aunts to me as it is. Well, everyone at the support meetings has basically adopted me.’

Donna chuckled, and squeezed Yaz’s hand.

‘My lips are sealed.’

‘Hi Donna,’ came a familiar voice from the hallway. ‘Whose is that bike outside? Is Mel round again…’

The Doctor appeared in the doorway, his spiky hair wobbly slightly.

The moment he saw who was sat at Donna’s kitchen table, the time lord’s mouth promptly dropped open. He stood in the kitchen doorway, blinking stupidly.

‘Er… Dave, my next door neighbour,’ Donna said, quickly, gesturing to the Doctor. ‘Dave, this is Yasmin; she popped round to talk about an old friend.’

Yaz smiled at the man, before looking back at Donna.

‘Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Donna,’ Yaz said. She quickly downed the rest of her mug and got to her feet, passing the Doctor through the doorway. ‘Nice to meet you, Dave.’

‘Y-yeah,’ the Doctor said, staring after her. ‘Nice to meet you too.’

There was the soft click of the front door shutting behind Yaz.

The Time Lord was still standing in the doorway, staring down the corridor after the Yorkshirewoman.

Taking her friend gently by the hand, Donna guided the stunned time lord into a seat. He stared, mouth still hanging numbly open.

‘Now…’ she said, softly. She squeezed her friend’s hand. ‘I’ll get you a mug of tea, and maybe we can have a chat about that young woman who just left…’

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Thanks for reading, everyone; consider this my fix-it fic for Yaz not being mentioned with the Doctor's other romantic interests during "The Giggle" (I'm fine, I'm fine, WOULD IT HAVE KILLED RTD TO MENTION HER ALONGSIDE RIVER AND ROSE?!- honestly I'm fine…)

#doctor who fanfiction #yasmin khan #past thasmin #post the giggle #donna noble #david doctor #tenthree #doctor who #hurt/comfort

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Okay, said once I would make a post about this, so here is my observation of The Matrons™ of the Bridgerton-verse, as someone with a really awesome mum.

So, I think a majority of women in the Ton do not want children. Not in the Eloise sense, but in the sense that they did not get a chance to explore what they want and are highly aware of this. So they marry men with titles, and do their duty. But then they also love their children. Bear in mind, these children were forced upon them and it's that awful paradox that happened with many noble ladies.

They have children they do not actually want. However, they must have them out of duty, which then clashes with the nature of loving their children but still being driven by duty - Lady Sheffield, Lady Featherington, and even Lady Gunningworth are all examples of this. They love their children but also see them as extensions of themselves, and because they did not have the chance for a love match, then why should they? Lady Sheffield, I infer a lot of this because her daughter rejects an Earl with 12,000 acres and a hefty income to add to their already large fortune - she marries a royal secretary instead, who was probably more equivalent to a member of the gentry, has no connections to her families friends

Which brings me to one of my favourite Matrons:

Mary Sharma-Sheffield - her only expectation is for her girls to be happy because she looked at her mother and realised she did not want that at all and did not want to become that. She ran to India with her husband to avoid becoming that, even in that scene when she tells Kate to go (she's separating her two children in a fight, not expelling Kate from the family!). She sees her daughters as two individuals she and her husband had the grateful opportunity to raise. Kate is only her stepdaughter on paper; that's blood to her.

She has also lived a 'real life' compared to her peers. She is tough. Also, she likely scares the other mothers because there is the possibility - they can do it, and shock horror! be happy! And then her daughters, welp-

(If anything, Mary should not have said, 'let's show the ton who we are' because Sharma-Sheffield genes seem to give ladies super speed in ballgowns and ridiculously long veils. That's on her.)

Violet Bridgerton-Ledger is different because it appears all she has wanted is a family and children. She sees her duty is being a good wife and mother, and that's awesome. She got a faithful, loving husband in Edmund. It's why her children are all romantic weirdos. But she is not above convention (separate post on how the Bridgertons are just like the rest of the Ton, but we'll move), but she adjusts out of love.

Nothing much to say about the Baddest in the Ton, but she is the best and if I recall in the books, she takes Gareth as her grandson, even if he is illegitimate (she is not lacking male relatives!) and she takes in Simon because she loved Sarah. Nuff said!

#bridgerton #bridgerton discourse #i guess #im giving depth to women who do not get any #lady sheffield #lady cowper #lady featherington #mary sharma #lady danbury #violet bridgerton #the matrons

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Imagine if Tim and Anne had kids of their own, who would they have supported in rugby?

Well, Peter Phillips represented Scotland at Youth and Junior level!!!

They talked about it in The Good, The Bad and The Rugby podcast, about Anne being a rugby mum, getting stuck in and taking him to matches etc…

I can imagine that would have been the same if Anne had a child with Tim 💗 also Tim played rugby in the HMS Sheffield team in the Navy!!!

#rugbyAnne #a sporty family through and through #tim laurence #timothy laurence #peter phillips

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"Her Legacy"

27th June 2023.

The Prince of Wales was on the way home from Sheffield which was the sixth and last stop of his 'tour' dedicated to a new initiative "Homewards". He felt pride but some kind of anxiousness over what will become of this project throughout the next five years consumed his thoughts as well. Therefore, when he got informed by his official secretary that his car is getting closer to Adelaide cottage, relief was clearly visible on his face.

His wife had returned home an hour before from her engagement at "Hope Street" and was cooking one of his favourite dishes for lunch. Her children joined her in the kitchen and asked about their father. Catherine told them that he most likely was on the way home already.

A few minutes passed and there he was, at home hugging his children and petting their Cocker Spaniel Orla. He was avoiding Catherine's eyes for some reason and she began to feel rather worried.

"William, is everything alright? You haven't eaten a lot for lunch and you also seem to be rather disconnected.." she said with hesitation right after George and his siblings left for the garden to play there.

"What do you mean, Kate?" William looked at her and pretended to feel surprised.

"I simply notice that you are stressed. We're always talking about it, aren't we?" She smiled a little and sat on a chair next to him where Louis was sitting before "Just tell me what is bothering you" she said.

William sighed and at last his eyes met Catherine's as he spoke up "It feels heavy, carrying my mother's legacy like that with no certainty. Of course I know that she would've been proud of me and I absolutely want her to feel this way wherever she is but I wish she would be here with us, and guide me through the process of making 'Homewards' and support me with many other situations that have happened over the last 25 years, you know?" He smiled faintly and Catherine put a hand on his knee as she said quietly "I know. I know that you miss her and wish all the things you've just said but you must remember that she probably still see everything"

"Everything?" William replied his wife's words and took a deep breath "Even those bad situations between Harry and me? If so, then she must feel heartbroken to see it".

Catherine hid a sigh and then she simply hugged her husband. "It's not your fault that all of it happened, William" she said. "You've done everything you could to repair your relationship with him, to make him realise that what he does is wrong. He did not listen. That's all. You have nothing to regret. And I believe your mum would tell you the exact same thing if she were here with you now" she smiled and squeezed his hand as she added " 'Homewards' is not her legacy, it is completely your own thing. Work on homelessness is her legacy in a way but each time you do something in that field or the environment projects, you are making your own legacy. And trust me when I say that your mother is supportive and proud, wherever she is and that 'Homewards' will be successful".

Her husband nodded and without saying a word he inhaled Catherine's hair scent. She smiled and caressed his cheek when she noticed his teary eyes. She tried to wipe his tears but then he gently grabbed her hand.

"How is it possible that you are giving me support just by saying a few simple words?" He asked with a little smile on his face "One would think that it is not enough after so many years together and yet these few words you just said are everything I wanted to hear since I left my last engagement in Sheffield today?"

Catherine kissed both of his cheeks and giggled softly. She wanted to say that he didn't need to thank her but right at that moment he put his finger on her lips and whispered "My mother would have loved you as much as I do, Catherine. I've told you about it many times, I am aware but I mean it. I really do".

They stared into one another's eyes for a few seconds and were about to kiss when all of a sudden they heard Charlotte calling them to come into the garden too.

In the late evening, before going to the bedroom, William was standing next to his mother's portraits. George quietly approached him and asked "Are you thinking about granny Diana, papa? Do you feel sad?"

William smiled at his son and then at his mother's portrait as he replied "No, I feel happy, George. I feel happy because granny surely feels the same when watching you, your siblings, your intelligent mum and.. and me from the above" he said and wiped his tears and put hand on George's shoulder as they walked away from that portrait together.

_The End_

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