Catherine Tate/David Tennant fanfic
Story: There ‘aint nothin’ like a party.
Chapter:ONE ( I didn’t plan on more chapters happening, but I got too carried away with my ramblings.)
Chapter 2 here
Summary:Catherine and David vowed to remain friends. They were the perfect duo and it was obvious from their time working together that they got on so well. Anyone could see. However, work cropped up and the pair drew further apart. Much further apart than any of them anticipated and it came to the point where they didn’t even speak to one and other anymore. They’d been shadowed from their friendship and there was no way what so ever they could stop it.
Disclaimer: I have nothing what so ever to do with the lives of Catherine Tate or David Tennant. I’m simply an admirer of their work. I wish not to offend anyone by writing this.Not their partners, their families or their pets. It’s fiction, that is all.
1 ; pack your bags & spread your wings
1 YEAR LATER ; RUBY’S POV.
“Do we have to go home? I mean, it’s not like England needs us…” Zoe groaned; her head lolling as she lounged in the sun. It was the summer holidays, and we’d all decided we needed a trip, especially I; if it was my decision? We would never even make it home, but I doubted Jaz could last another week and Megan was sick of having to cook for us all the time, Aaron missed being able to skate for hours and not sweat like a pig, Jeremy was at breaking point. So, due to popular demand, I was currently stood in mine and Zoe’s room, packing while she sat on the balcony and lapped up the Spanish sun.
“Unfortunately, yes, but you know what they say about good things…” I sighed.
“They must all come to an end? How philosophical, Ruby.” She laughed, sipping more of her lemonade (she was on a strict ‘no more cocktails’ diet) and grabbing her mobile. I just let out another long sigh, folding the remainder of my clothes and watching as a silver bracelet fell from the pocket of one of my jeans…
I recognised it immediately. Those weren’t my jeans and that wasn’t my bracelet.
“Jaz!” I yelled, I felt bad, having to bring her in here under these circumstances, but I couldn’t just keep the bracelet, she had to do something about it whether or not she wanted to. At first, I was apprehensive, she hadn’t been herself the whole trip and I was sure something like this would push her over the edge; but yet she surprised me once again.
“Hm?” Her head poked round the door as I held up the bracelet, her eyes widening, her lips forming a hard line. She paused, for a few seconds, and then she smiled. “Throw it over the balcony.” I was taken aback, to say the least, even more so when she left the room without another word. She wanted me to —Throw it over the balcony? The bracelet in question was the one that Harry had given her, it seemed light years ago now, but it had happened. She had been in love with this boy, she had shared everything with him, the bracelet was a token of that, but that was Jaz.
When she ended it with someone, she didn’t leave loose ends.
Their split happened a few months ago, roughly six months, when One Direction truly got back into the music industry. It was rocky, to say the least, with all of us… But they were really struggling. It had upset us all, none of us stayed together except Zoe and Niall, but Harry and Jaz didn’t speak. They were not spoken about in each other’s presence, they would not look at pictures of each other, Jaz refused to even listen to their music; it had all gone terribly wrong in the worst ways.
I turned to Zoe who was already looking at me, slightly bewildered she shook her head. “There’s nothing we can do, they’re better off without each other if you ask me.”
“What? I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking, truthfully? Neither of them were mature enough to handle a relationship, they both like fucking about too much, they need to understand what they’ve been looking for has been right in front of their eyes the whole time.” And she called me philosophical.
“But there’s just one thing in the way, right?” She didn’t say a word, but we both knew what name should have been uttered in that silence. “Finish packing.” I mumbled and she stood silently, walking to her suitcase and placing the remainder of her things within the container. I felt terrible, talking about her behind her back, but it all just… Slipped out. I was supposed to be her best friend; I was supposed to protect her from bitchy girls and backstabbers, so why was I becoming one? Briefly, I pinched the bridge of my nose before zipping my suitcase shut and taking a deep breath; now wasn’t the time for worrying.
I would miss the Spanish sun, I would miss how it melted away all my worries, I would miss the late nights and early mornings, but I would miss its simplicity even more after the next few, drastic events.
A knock on the door started it off, like a chain reaction, Aaron stepped in with a smile. “Roo, there’s a beach party tonight, feel like going before we leave?” Zoe wasn’t interested, she was trying to pack her bags without tripping over the shoes still littered across the floor of my parents’ beach house, so I answered for her.
“I don’t know maybe we should just stay in until 5? When our flight leaves?” He scoffed and his lips parted to protest but the sound of screaming cut me off, I blinked three times, as if that would help me hear what was happening. But it didn’t and I only became more confuse as the seconds ticked on and the screaming shifted into yelling.
I didn’t move until I heard the smash.
Me, Aaron and Zoe couldn’t have moved any faster, the corridors of the beach house blurred as we moved from room to room, looking for the source of the noise, hammering down the stairs and stopping in our tracks as we witnessed the scene unfolding in the kitchen.
“You’re supposed to be my fucking brother! You don’t do shit like this to me!” The source of the smash was lying in pieces against the far wall, a vase my Mum had bought at some Spanish flea market, nothing irreplaceable. I stared at Jaz, unable to say anything, instead letting Aaron lunge forward and grab her arms.
“What the hell did you do?!” Zoe yelled as Megan came running down the stairs.
“What the- Ooooh.” A hand flew to her mouth as she took in the scene, Jaz briefly escaping from Aaron’s grasp and throwing a plate at Jeremy, he ducked seconds before it hit the cabinet he had been stood in front of and the sound of swears echoed around the kitchen.
“Jaz! Please! You need to- Shit!” Another plate whizzed past his head just as Aaron grabbed Jaz’s arms once again, my face draining of all colour, Mum really liked that plate goddamit. “I did it for you!”
“Don’t. You. DARE.” She spat, finally slumping to the floor and taking a few deep breaths, Aaron didn’t let go of her wrists though, making sure she didn’t go psycho bitch- I mean, well… I meant psycho bitch. Zoe kneeled down and rubbed her back, waiting for her to compose herself, looking up at me for an answer. Jeremy was clutching at his t-shirt, practically wetting himself with fear.
“So? You wanna tell me what you’ve done?” He bit his lip.
“Okay, a few things: a) It’s not my fault, b) I still love you guys, and c) Please don’t hate me.” My eyes widened, Megan furrowed her brow, and Zoe stopped rubbing Jaz’s back and stood up straight. “I forgot to tell you something.” We stared at him, for what seemed like… Centuries, and finally, he spoke. “Faye texted me, her brothers football team just drafted in a new striker-“ I rolled my eyes, ready to open my mouth and let words like ‘stop being stupid’ and ‘over exaggeration’ roll off my tongue, but what he said next stopped me. It chilled me to the bone. “It’s Louis, Tomlinson. They bought a house together and… It’s on our street. They’re coming back to sixth form, Ruby.” I choked.
“But why… Why is Jaz throwing plates at you?”
“I’ll tell you why I’m throwing plates at the little rat bag.” Jaz stood, dusting off her shorts and shooting Jeremy a look that could cut through steel. “He invited Harry to stay in our guest room.” And that was it, Jaz’s face crumpled as she ran off, her feet pounding against the floor boards above our heads, but I was stuck, somewhere between realities and… Nightmares.
I felt Megan hug me but it was useless. Those boys had come into my life and turn it upside down, and now they were back. I crossed my fingers.
I was begging that worked when it came to love, I didn’t want to fall again.
The Story of You and I
[A/N]: It’s not betaed/edited, so I apologize for mistakes and such. I’m just planning the story in my head as I go along and updates might take a while, depending on if I have enough motivation or not. Feel free to tell me your opinion on it; it’s what keeps me going.
Chapter One ~
I wanted to pee in my pants, as inappropriate as that might sound.
I couldn’t stand the building tension as I walked towards the soccer field, my shaky legs carrying me as best as they could. My breath came out in short puffs, as if I’ve just finished running a mile and damn, but my hands just couldn’t stop shaking. I was pretty sure the time I got to the middle of the field and joined the cluster of people, my t-shirt would be completely soaked with cold sweat.
My cousin, Damon Wilcox, a senior from my high school two years ago, drove me to the field where Eastwood’s soccer team practiced. He’d ruffled my hair affectionately [and then I had to remind him that I wasn’t that much younger than him, thank you very much] and told me, “If they still won’t let you in the team, tell them you’re my cousin or make them talk to me. Good luck, Varga,” and then pushed me out of the car and drove away. Not until winking at me.
The nerve of him. Ugh.
I didn’t know how I made it to the center of the field minutes later, but I immediately felt awkward standing alone. From what I knew, soccer practice would be starting fifteen minutes later and I had nowhere to hang out. Besides, I had to find the coach and ask him to join the team. I really, really hoped that he was a nice person and he would let me join.
And you’d better not screw up like last time, miss, I told myself sternly, reeling around to find the coach. Because last time went so well, my sarcastic mind echoed back. I pursed my lips; irritated at my own mind, but eh. I put up with it for sixteen years so far, so it wasn’t that hard to tolerate anymore.
“What are you doing?” a voice said directly into my ear, and I yelped, darting back a few yards to distance myself from the speaker.
“Oh, uh, hi,” I started, a bit flustered. “Um, I, uh, I’m trying to find Coach Tyler. Is he around?”
He frowned at me; his eyes sweeping down and taking me in. I felt like shrinking under his gaze before he met my eyes again. “Tyler didn’t tell us he had a new girlfriend.”
“What?” A look of complete shock and outrage clouded my face. I didn’t know whether to gape or march up to the dude and sock him in the face for such an outrageous comment, but then he seemed to realize his mistake and shuffled awkwardly.
I made a retching noise at the back of my throat. Yep. Definitely not the brightest guy around.
“Why are you here then?” He tilted his head, surveying me. “Whose girlfriend are you –”
“I’m not anyone’s girlfriend!” I squeaked, earning some glances from the guys. My face heated up again and I tried to regain control with little success. “I want to talk with the coach!”
“Why are you here?”
Wow, okay, was it that hard to figure out? I mean, me all decked out in my shorts and a t-shirt showing up for their soccer practice, not acting as an audience to watch them or anyone’s girlfriend, and insisting on talking to their coach?
I fingered my bead necklace; a nervous habit I’d attained years ago. “I want to join the soccer team.”
He stared at me for a while, his face etched with disbelief, and then he let out a laugh. “Good one.”
My face started to redden, but I was determined to keep it from full-time blushing. “I’m serious.”
“Why else would I be here?”
He paused, seeming to consider that fact while staring at me with incredulity. “You? In the soccer team? It’s not girl play, honey.”
“I know it’s not,” I said, trying to contain my impatience. “I’ve trained.”
“Have you really?” He eyed me with doubt. “You don’t look very athletic.”
“Your girlfriend doesn’t look very athletic,” I muttered and nearly recoiled at what I’d just said. “Just – please, let me through,” I added quickly, with a pleading note in my tone.
“My – my girlfriend?”
“I didn’t mean it! I mean—I didn’t mean it.”
He scowled at me. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh.” I cleared my throat awkwardly and tried to look at something else while he was still throwing furious glances at me. That comment wasn’t even offensive but I guess he was temperament or something. The silence stretched awkwardly and just when I was about to move away – because it was getting too awkward and the practice was about to start in five minutes and I still needed to find the coach – another boy sidled up next to the one throwing heated glares at me.
“Who’s this?” he asked, staring at me with his blue-gray eyes. I first noticed that his eyes were stunning; captivating, but something about them had a cold, hidden quality to it as he looked me up and down.
“She wants to join the team,” the one I’d been talking to, sneered. “Imagine her.”
The new guy eyed me warily and looked me up and down. “Join the team?”
“Join the team. She’s looking for Tyler right now.”
“Please –” I began once more. “Practice is about to start and –”
“Do you have potential,” the boy with the blue eyes interrupted, “or are you simply going to waste his time?”
“I have potential!” Or at least I hoped.
The guy who I’d been talking with originally spun around and muttered a, “Deal with her, Nick,” before walking away.
Nick, he’d been called – folded his arms and gave me another thorough scan from head to toe. “You don’t look capable of playing such a sport.”
“That’s what he said,” I muttered irritably.
His lips tilted up slightly. “Try-outs were two weeks ago.”
“I know! I – I’ve been training a lot for this, and well… Girls don’t join the soccer team, and hardly any other sports, so I wouldn’t know that it started two weeks ago and – yeah.” I shrugged helplessly.
“You’ve been training alone?” He raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Damon’s helping me.”
“Damon Wilcox? The guy two years ago who helped us win the cup?”
“The one and only.”
Nick let out a laugh; it was obvious that he didn’t believe me. I raised my eyebrow. My patience was thinning and that was saying a lot, because I wasn’t one to take things too seriously or grow annoyed easily. “I’m serious.”
“I’m sure you are, darling.” He arched an eyebrow. “Nevertheless, I’ve never heard of a girl having so much dedication to soccer.”
“I’ve tried to join since middle school!” Oh, haha, I was funny, seeing as I didn’t care much for sports except beach volleyball where I just hit the ball and fell in the sand, laughing. “That must mean something.”
“And you’ve been rejected?”
I didn’t want to tell him that my dad only told me to join two years ago, which was when I was turned down, so I shrugged. “Pretty much.”
“About five years of training then?” He was beginning to look impressed and I jumped at my chance.
“Yeah, soccer’s my thing” not really “and I’ve always wanted to show people that” I’ve been forced to do sports because of my parents since I joined high school so I chose soccer “and now’s my chance.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, and I had that puppy dog look on my face [I really hoped I didn’t look like much of an idiot], begging to join. Because if I really joined, my parents – specifically my dad, would stop pestering me about this. True story was; I only had the guts to ask again today, seeing as I tried during my freshmen year and I was the absolute worst. My dad had asked Damon to teach me a few things, because he was getting tired of me hanging around the art studio and library, when I should be doing some ‘manly’ things. I had to remind him I was his daughter.
Finally, Nick spoke. “You’re not going to slow us down, are you?”
“That depends,” I muttered under my breath.
“But of course not! I have Damon for extra help, remember?”
He looked half amused, half irritated and nodded curtly. “I’ll take you to coach and he’ll determine if you’ll be able to join then.”
“Okay!” I grinned at him and he offered me a small, wary smile back. He didn’t seem comfortable around me and I couldn’t blame him. I didn’t hang around the opposite gender very much either, minus my family.
“I’m Helen, by the way,” I chirped, in a better mood now, as I followed him across the field towards the locker room. Now that there was a better chance at finally getting into the team and stopping my dad’s pesters, I was happier, and easier to comply. “Helen Varga.”
He glanced back, his eyebrow raised. Curiosity and amusement twinkled in his eyes at my sudden friendly behavior but he nodded. “I’m Nick. Nicholas Collins.”
And that marked the beginning of our friendship.
BlockB1A4 Fanfic (P.O & Baro) - Beautiful Mistake Chapter 1
- Say Lee (blockbb1a4coed)
This is my fanfic for Block B and B1A4. The main characters are P.O, Baro and Me (Say). This is not my original story. This is my version of Annika Kalia’s drabble fanfic. I hope you enjoy! If you did please rate and massage~! ^_^ ♥ (via quizilla)
Chapter 1: The Wedding
Don’t know what for.
You’re turning heads when you walk through the door.”
“Oh my god, I love this song!” I heard my best friend Ahri scream before she started singing along making me laugh at her sudden enthusiasm.
“What colour?” I asked as I held up a collection of nail polishes for Ahri to help me choose from.
“The pink” She said smiling up at me as I sat down beside her and began painting my nails. Ahri and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, we did everything together and there wasn’t a thing we didn’t know about each other. We spent so much time at one another’s houses that our parents claimed us as their own, and they often joked about us being sisters.
“I wanna do something fun today!” Ahri said turning to me while bouncing up and down to the music.
“Baby you light up my world like nobody else
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell
You don’t know-oh-oh
You don’t know you’re beautiful!” The radio continued to blast.
“Like what?” I asked while trying to concentrate on my nails.
“I don’t know, lets go to the mall?” She asked a smile suddenly lighting up her face.
“Sure! Just let me finish my nails first!” I said, beginning to rush to get them done.
Ten minutes later, my nails were done and we were headed out the door.
“We’ll be back later mum, we’re gonna go to the mall for a bit!” I called out before heading out the door. Jumping on the subway we headed into the busy streets of London, before jumping off at our stop and walking into the mall. For an hour we walked around, going into different stores and trying on different clothes but only buying a few items. Shopping in London always made me miss Australia. Although it had been over two years since we moved, every time I went shopping I got a little homesick, it was a constant reminder of how much colder it was here. I missed the heat, but the homesickness never bothered me much after meeting Ahri and her family. As we walked out of yet another clothing store Ahri’s phone began to ring.
“Hey Mum!” I heard her say.
“I’m just with Ellie..
Oh okay.. I’ll be home soon!
Love you! ”She said before finishing and putting her phone back in her pocket.
“I’m sorry Ellie, I’ve gotta go! I know how much you hate catching the subway by yourself, but I’ll make it up to you I promise!” She said before pulling me into a hug.
“It’s fine! I’ll talk to you later!” I called as she walked away leaving me standing by myself.
I walked out the mall by myself and towards the subway stop. I hated catching the subway alone, I always felt so out of place, even when catching them with Ahri. Part of me knew it wasn’t only the subway I felt like that, it was London in general. After moving from a small country town with a small population and plenty of spare space to London, a huge city packed with people at times I found it hard to breathe. As the subway pulled up I climbed on finding a seat beside the window before putting in my headphones and watching the blurred streets of London. About two stops later I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.
“Uh hello, is anyone sitting here?” I heard as I turned to see a blonde boy looking down at me , he had blue eyes and a thick Irish accent.
“Uh no there isn’t..” I said a little lost for words.
Do you mind?” He asked gesturing towards the seat beside me.
“Oh of course not” I said, moving over and sitting up a little straighter before smiling at him and looking down pretending to text on my phone, attempting to make the situation a little less awkward.
“So, um your accent isn’t English..” I heard the boy say, trying to start conversation.
“Ahh no, I’m Australian!” I explained smiling at him.
“Oh wow, that’s a long way. Are you on a holiday?” He asked.
“No I moved here a few years ago.” I said with a smile.
“Oh you must miss home huh? I’m Niall by the way,” he said with a kind smile holding out his hand for me to shake.
“Yeah sometimes. Nice to meet you, I’m Ellie!” I said shaking his hand. I’d only just met Niall, but I had a feeling we were going to be good friends. After sitting and talking for another fifteen minutes I realised I had missed my stop and had no idea where I was. “Oh shit..” I said.
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