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Title: IM, Me and You Part 3/5
Author: houseofsmith
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: PG (for now)
Pairings/Characters: Roy/Jen.
Disclaimer: I do not own The IT Crowd.
Summary: Who says romance is dead?
Spoilers: ‘Friendface’ (S3E5)
Warnings: Sexual tension. Not-very-subtle dig at OK! magazine.
Authors Notes: I do have a reason why this chapter hasn't been posted sooner, many reasons in fact. I'm not going to go into them now. I had many positive reviews and comments about the first chapter, so I'd like to thank you all very much for enjoying it, and hopefully you've stuck around for chapter 2.

ps.. this cut had better work this time, last few times it's been playing up.

x-posted to  [info]theitcrowd_fic and [info]theitcrowd  "Two portions of fish and chips please?"Collapse )
Title: I've Never Had This Much Fun On A Quiz Before 2/?
Author: houseofsmith
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: T (rating may change in later chapters)
Pairings/Characters: Noel Fielding/Paloma Faith, Tim Minchin, Phill Jupitus, Stu Mather (producer of NMTB); guest-starring Tim Key, Jason Donovan, DJ Target
Disclaimer: This never happened. I'm only dreaming..I do not own Never Mind The Buzzcocks, or any of the people featured.
Summary: Paloma and Noel are reunited on Never Mind The Buzzcocks. Based on the second episode they shared together, which was hosted by Tim Minchin.
Spoilers: Never Mind The Buzzcocks (S24E06)
Warnings: RPF (Real Person Fic).
Authors Notes: I ship these two, I really do. So hard. So, I thought I'd write something. So, Noel/Paloma fluff, hopefully amusing, and IC.

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Let Me Re-Introduce You

Outside BBC Centre:

Paloma Faith passed a five pound note to the driver before elegantly stepping out of the black cab. The wind whipped her fire locks around her face as she gazed at the enormous building before her, she swept it from her eyes with gloved fingers.

Hooking her big blue bag into the crook of her elbow, Paloma strode defiantly towards the entrance. Her heartbeat grew faster, her ever fast mind whirred faster...the anticipation was too much. But she could not turn back now. She didn't want to. She was so, so close to seeing him again. The very thought of being near him made her stomach twist in desire.

“Ah, good afternoon Miss Faith. How may I help you?” A generic West Country accent pulled her out of her thoughts, Paloma looked up to see a blonde receptionist smiling politely.

“Good afternoon..” Paloma's gaze quickly dived down the name tag on the blonde's blazer, “..Sarah. I'm here to see Stuart Mather. Another Buzzcocks!”

“Of course. You remember the way? Through these double doors, second right,, third left, he's in the office at the end of the corridor.” Sarah directed with manicured nails, Paloma nodding at each instruction.

“I remember. I never forget a path. Or a name. Thanks Sarah.” Paloma winked, before following the instructions to her destination.

“Thank you Miss Faith.” Paloma heard Sarah call after, noting how she had made the young woman's smile even wider.

~~*~~

Meanwhile...

Noel Fielding sat in his living room, casually sipping at his bottle of water. The house, usually lively and drowning in noise, was now calm and silent. Screwing the top onto the bottle of water, Noel glanced at the Boosh clock on his wall. Nodding a silent thanks to the monkey head, Noel grabbed his leather coat and hurried from his flat.

~~*~~

In Stu Mather's office..

A knock interrupted his thought.

“Come in.” He beckoned, still tapping at the keyboard. A smile tugged at his lips when the flash of red hair shot in his peripheral vision.

“I'm back, and I'm not leaving Never Mind The Buzzcocks.” Paloma squealed, bouncing lightly on her toes, one hand pinning her top hat to her head.

“Afternoon Paloma. How've you been?” Stu smirked, gesturing to one of the two leather chairs in front of his desk.

“Marvellous actually. Excited to be back, had such a ball last time.” A grin lighted up her face, and Stu couldn't help me smile too.

“I can imagine. You know I'd normally stay and chat, but it's all go trying to get more guest hosts I'm pulling my hair out..”

“Oh don't do that, you've got lovely hair.” The young woman interrupted him, not that he minded.

“Why thank you, Paloma. Same back at ya. Regardless, emails need to be sent, so here is the songs you'll be performing in the intros round and the CD.” A blush creeping up his face, he continued, passing the singer a CD in a blank case and a piece of folded paper.

“Ah okay. Thank Stu. Same room as before, when I was with Phill?” Paloma asked rising from the chair and making her way towards to door, new items in one hand while the other put her bag on her shoulder. Steadying his voice, Stu glanced up at her.

“Same room, I'll send Noel through when he arrives.”

“Noel? Right okay, see you later.” Not leaving time for him to reply, she had left the office. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he went back to typing his email.

It hadn't gone unnoticed that Paloma Faith's breathed had hitched when Noel's name had been mentioned, just like it hadn't gone unnoticed that her infectious smile had grown ever bigger, her eyes had sparkled even brighter and her voice had become quiet and nervous, all at the mention of one man's name.

Stu leaned back in his high-back leather chair and beamed. This episode was going to be a lot more fun than he thought.
 

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Authors Notes: Thank you for reading, I hope you are enjoying this. I'm sorry for it taking so long to get this written but writer's block has hit me like a killeroo. But it's done. Again, I know NADA about Stu Mather, so he's likely to be completely OOC, but it's artistic license because we don't know much about him.

ALSO, I am taking prompts and fic requests to combat  writer's block. I'm currently spamming my tiny mind with The Inbetweeners, so if you want me to write for that I'll give it a go 'cause no plot bunnies are coming my way. I'm accepting requests for all fandoms I watch/read/write, so ask away. :D


Title: I've Never Had This Much Fun On A Quiz Before 1/?
Author: houseofsmith/IAMAMYTH
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: T (rating may change in later chapters)
Pairings/Characters: Noel Fielding/Paloma Faith, Tim Minchin, Phill Jupitus, Stu Mather (producer of NMTB); guest-starring Tim Key, Jason Donovan, DJ Target
Disclaimer: This never happened. I'm only dreaming..I do not own Never Mind The Buzzcocks, or any of the people featured.
Summary: Paloma and Noel are reunited on Never Mind The Buzzcocks. Based on the second episode they shared together, which was hosted by Tim Minchin.
Spoilers: Never Mind The Buzzcocks (S24E06)
Warnings: RPF (Real Person Fic).
Authors Notes: I ship these two, I really do. So hard. So, I thought I'd write something. So, Noel/Paloma fluff, hopefully amusing, and IC.

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The Invitation

Sometime in late September..

'ello?” Paloma chirped, despite the hour being 10am.

Hello Paloma. It's Stuart Mather, from Buzzcocks.”

Oh, HII-YA. Everyone alright?” Paloma grinned, her mind travelling back to the previous year, when she first appeared on the show.

Yeah yeah, we're good. I was wondering if you were free for the 5th of October? I'd normally get the booker to do this, but I wanted to ask you myself.” Stuart asked quickly, hoping his voice wouldn't waver.

Taken aback slightly, Paloma paused momentarily before answering, “Yeah yeah, of course I will.”

Well, um..we'll, uh, see you then.”

Bye.” Paloma couldn't stop the grinning from spreading across her face as she hung up the phone. Her head turned when she heard the toaster ping, going over to retrieve her toast, a skip in her step.

~~*~~

In Stu Mather's office..

What did she say?”

Cool your jets Fielding, she's in.” Stu told the excitable man, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Okay, that's good. Very good. Brilliant. Thank you Stu. I'll see ya.” Nodding, the slim man rose from his seat and left the room.

Chuckling softly, Stu turned back to his computer. 'Bless him.' he thought, as he checked his email.

~~*~~

Meanwhile..

Leaving the BBC Television Centre, shoving his hands in the pockets of his skin-tight black jeans, raven hair flying in his face, and head bowed against the breeze. The cold air and the elements did not matter to him, not now. Seeing his car was still waiting, he climbed in and asked his driver to drive him home. His features broke into his bright and infectious grin, as he realised how soon this was coming.

Noel Fielding had never looked forward to a recording more.


 

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Authors Notes: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed reading. I wrote this within 30 minutes, but I think I got it pretty much IC. I don't know much about Stu Mather, so I've used a bit of artistic license there. Review please? I'd love to hear your feedback.



Title: IM, Me and You Part 2/?
Author: houseofsmith
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: PG (for now)
Pairings/Characters: Roy/Jen.
Disclaimer: I do not own The IT Crowd.
Summary: Who says romance is dead?
Spoilers: ‘Friendface’ (S3E5)
Warnings: Sexual tension. Not-very-subtle dig at OK! magazine.
Authors Notes: I do have a reason why this chapter hasn't been posted sooner, many reasons in fact. I'm not going to go into them now. I had many positive reviews and comments about the first chapter, so I'd like to thank you all very much for enjoying it, and hopefully you've stuck around for chapter 2.

ps.. this cut had better work this time, last few times it's been playing up.

x-posted to  [info]theitcrowd_fic and theitcrowd 

“Don't stay too late then Trenneman. You know how that saying goes..all work and no play. Have a nice weekend.”Collapse )





Author Note: Just something to tease you with. I'm going to write the next chapter now, so hopefully, you won't have to wait too long this time. Please read and review guys, let me know if I'm OOC, what you like, what you didn't, what you want to see. Thanks for taking the time to read.  :)

Aug. 21st, 2010

Title: IM, Me and You Part 1/?
Author: houseofsmith 
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG (for now)
Pairings/Characters: Roy/Jen, Moss, OC.
Disclaimer: I do not own The IT Crowd.
Summary: Who says romance is dead?
Spoilers: ‘Friendface’ (S3E5)
Warnings: Roy being Roy, Jen being Jen, and Moss being Moss. You should be used to them now…
Authors Notes: Dialogue at the beginning, written conversations thereafter. The second scene is from the episode, so I apologise if it’s not accurate, I did most of it from memory. The Roy/Kimberley conversation is on Roy’s wall, while Roy and Jen’s conversation is IM, like Facebook Chat or MSN. I hope I'm in character, I think I am...I could hear them in my head, so it's plausible at least. 

x-posted to theitcrowd  and theitcrowd_fic 



“Friendface? What’s that?” Jen asked, taking a sip of her latte.
“It’s a new social networking site, it’s great. You can catch up on old friends, you can flirt with people...” Sarah informed her friend, pouring a sachet of sugar into her cappuccino.
“Aren’t there enough of those things?”
“Jen, join it. You won’t regret it.”

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“Can you two not use my email address anymore please? I’ve got a new one.” Jen asked as she strode out of her office, and handing a small card to Roy then Moss.
“’Jennywenny@Friendface’ Oh, you’ve not signed up with Friendface, have you?”
“Yes I have actually,” Jen answered, jumping to the site’s defense when Roy grimaced, “Why not? It’s great? I joined last night, and I’ve already got 30 friends.”
“Baaa! Yes, let’s all join Friendface and become part of the herd. I don’t think so.” Moss added, scoffing slightly.
“Why not? They’re terrific. You can catch up on old friends, you can flirt with people…”
“I’ve got better things to do than to talk to friends and flirt with people, thank you very much.”
Brain searching for reasons that Roy and Moss would understand, Jen ignored him, and approached Roy’s desk.
“You can play Scrabble online with it.” Jen offered, sitting in the purple chair next to Roy’s desk.
“It’s just another way of shoving advertising in your face Jen. Don’t do it, you’ll regret it.” Roy warned,
“It might be a great way to meet women. All the girls on 7 are on it.” Jen argued, a slight smirk tugging at her lips.
“I’m in.”
“What?!”
“I’ve joined.”
“That was quick.”
“It was what you said about Scrabble. I’m in a game now.” Moss explained, tapping at his keyboard furiously.
“I’m in!”
“What?!” Jen turned to face the Irish man.
“I’ve joined.”
“What about the advertising?” Jen queried, her voice nothing more than a mere squeak.
“Oh, advertising doesn’t have any effect on me Jen. I just- I tune it out. So the girls on 7, are they on this? Kimberly?”
“Uh-huh.” Jen replied, her mind quickly trying to catch up with the last 15 seconds.
“Oh cool, look, they’ve got this great little game on their homepage. You have to throw this can of cola into a giant mouth,” He let out a soft chuckle, as Jen moved in closer to look at his computer screen, “That’s brilliant. God I’m so thirsty.”
Jen kept staring at the screen while her inner self screamed; ‘what have you done, Jen Barber?’

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Jen blinked at the screen, her hand frozen on the mouse. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was doing it, but she knew she had been stalking Roy’s Friendface profile for the last 30 minutes. Biting her lip, she continued reading.

ROY TRENNEMAN
Kimberley, hi. Didn’t know you were on Friendface…
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 13:32

KIMBERLEY FROM 7
Uh..who is this???
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 13:44

ROY TRENNEMAN
HAHA It’s Roy, from the IT department. Reynholm Industries.
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 13:48

KIMBERLEY FROM 7
No. I don’t know anyone called Roy. Sorry.
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 13:50

ROY TRENNEMAN
I’m in the bloody basement. I came to fix your computer yesterday. So, I see your relationship status is single ;) Why don’t I take you out to dinner tonight?
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 13:55

KIMBERLEY FROM 7
I don’t think so Roy.
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 13:57

ROY TRENNEMAN
Kimberley...I can unblock the supervision programme on your computer. Yeah?
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 14:02

ROY TRENNEMAN
Kimberley. Kimberley? You there Kimberley?
Sent on 24/06/2008 at 14:21


Jen studied the conversation hard. She wasn’t sure why she felt so..jealous, by it. It’s Roy. Any normal time, Jen would quite happily let Roy try after which ever girl he was lusting after. This time, she was jealous. She didn’t want to admit it, and in no way should Roy ever find out, but she was. Jealous. Very much so.

Ping
‘Oh God. Message from Roy. Oh my god, oh my god’

Taking a deep breath, Jen clicked on the blue bubble next to Roy’s name, and opened the IM chat window.


ROY TRENNEMAN
Jen. Am I THAT much of a woman repeller?

JEN BARBER
Roy? This is you.

ROY TRENNEMAN
What’s that supposed to mean?

JEN BARBER
You’re not exactly Brad Pitt, are you?

ROY TRENNEMAN
Jen! Seriously...am I too difficult?

JEN BARBER
Yeah, pretty much. Your job is a chore to you. You’re perfectly happy answering that phone and saying “have you tried turning it off and on again?”..sometimes you can’t be bothered to do that!

ROY TRENNEMAN
Alright Jen, I get your point. I meant, romantically.

JEN BARBER
Roy? This is you. You don’t do romance.

ROY TRENNEMAN
Forget Jen. I knew I shouldn’t have asked you..

JEN BARBER
What?! Why not?

JEN BARBER
Roy? I’m sorry..

ROY TRENNEMAN
Jen..can you help me?

JEN BARBER
haha :D

ROY TRENNEMAN
Jen!!!

JEN BARBER
Sorry Roy, sorry.

ROY TRENNEMAN
What do women want? Or how do they want to be treated?

JEN BARBER
We want to be wooed Roy. We want you to treat us like a princess, to be truthful, to be kind, patient, funny..a good cook is always something nice. Good in bed, also.

ROY TRENNEMAN
Okay Jen..that’s enough.


JEN BARBER
I don’t know why you’re asking me Roy. I’m useless at relationships.

ROY TRENNEMAN
You really are Jen.

JEN BARBER
Shut up Roy, this isn’t about me.

ROY TRENNEMAN
Jen. Can’t believe I’m going to do this..no I’m not, I can’t.

JEN BARBER
SPIT IT OUT ROY!!

ROY TRENNEMAN
Jen. Can I interest you in dinner tonight??

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Roy hit enter before he could think too much about it. In hindsight, he wished he had thought about it, particularly when he read Jen’s response.



JEN BARBER
Sure, why not. Nothing better to do tonight.

Jun. 18th, 2010

I do need to post more here, same for my blog.

Current projects:
The I.T. Crowd Jen/Roy fanfic
More iTunes Challenges
The Mighty Boosh fanvideo
CSI:Vegas fanvideo


I'm away for the next week, well deserved holiday in South of England. Beautiful place really, should harbour the creativity. Chances are I'll be distracted by the beach, as opposed to LJ (it's not my fault there's so many god-damn-brilliant writers here). I'll take as many photos as I can, and get them uploaded.

To do list:
Finish packing!!
Write more.
Start fanvideo making again, perhaps set up a new Youtube account.
Rediscover my love of photography.
Blog more.
Draw, imma try my hand at fan-art.

I'm taking fan-stuff requests too; requests for fanfic prompts, pairing, fan-art, anything. I'm wanting to try my creative self at icons too, anyone recommend software (free preferably). Requests and answers on a postcard please.

x

Doctor/Donna: The iTunes Challenge

Hello, I wrote this back in March, but I forgot to post in on my journal as well.

So urm..here it is.

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I've wanted to write something for 'Doctor Who' and Doctor/Donna for ages, but those plot bunnies were gallavanting elsewhere. Until now..Apologies in advance for spelling mistakes/OOC-ness, I've look and can't see anything. Also, hope everything is set out alright..why am I suddenly so paranoid about this post?

I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote some stuff for a few songs. I hope you all like them, I'm so nervous about posting this..
So, with the iTunes on Shuffle, let’s see what we get eh?

Head To ToeCollapse )

We're In The Music BizCollapse )

EelsCollapse )

Remember MeCollapse )

PaparazziCollapse )

I know the 'Eels' one is really long, and I apolgise for that, but the sentences just kept coming. And for it's worth, I actually like Rose, but Doctor/Donna were my OTP.
Points to those who notice the reference in the 'We're In The Music Biz' one. ;)
And, I had to include Eleven and Amy in the 'Remember Me' fic, I wanted that nostalgic and sentimental nod to Ten. Hope that's okay..

Review?

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Fancy some Boosh-y RPF?

Fandom: The Mighty Boosh RPF
Characters; Pairing: Mike/Dave. Implied Noel/Dave.
Rating: PG-15 (for language)
Summary: He knows he fucked it up with him.
Disclaimer: Mike Fielding, Noel Fielding and Dave Brown belong to themselves. This is a work of fiction, it did not happen. No profit is being made from this. The people demand moar Mave, so here it is; supply and demand, an’ all that.
Word Count: 468
Song: Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons

Dave’s fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the photo from the coffee table.
A photo, taken just two months ago..but now feels like a lifetime ago. When things were so great, now were anything but. The photo was of himself, Mike and Noel; backstage after a secret gig in London. Noel had changed out of Old Gregg into black skinny jeans and a red skinny tee, his blonde hair artfully messy, a wide grin was plastered across his face and his blue eyes were gleaming with joy. Dave himself had gleefully changed from Bollo into a baggy jumper and jeans, his blue eyes standing out from the black greasepaint brightly like the moon against the black of night, while Mike hadn’t bothered to change out of his last costume; a lion who had been written especially for this show. His head was popping out from the costume’s neck, sweat soaking his hair and skin but his mouth was curved in a happy grin.
It had all been good then, they had been so close. The notion being past tense broke Dave’s heart into pieces.

Dave sunk down into an armchair, picking up the letter that had been beside the photo. He squinted through tears as his eyes followed Mike’s scrawled words. He knew it was happening before he even got back to their flat..his flat now.
Dave had decided to surprise Mike, by coming home early from his visit to his parents. Oh how that had gone wrong.
Dave had been climbing the staircase of the building, making his way up to the flat when he had collided with a smaller person. Looking up to apologise, he saw Mike, his hands grasping a suitcase as he stared blankly at Dave. There had been questions, firm answers, tears, yells, desperation, attempts to walk away, attempts to grab hold of the younger man’s arm and drag him back to the flat.

Dave had known it’d be no good, no matter how much he fought. Mike could be every bit as stubborn as Noel, sometimes more so. He keeps replaying those minutes in his head, the way Mike looked at him blankly, disgust in his eyes, so cold, distant, cruel.
He knew it was all his fault, mind. It had been him who had the drunken one-night stand. That night played on his mind for every waking moment, his entire body filled with guilt, regret and hatred for himself. He knows Noel feels as bad as he does.

Tears fell down his face as his thumb lovingly moved across Mike’s face, the smiling face which Dave wished was his last memory of Mike.

But it was not you’re fault, but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked up this time, didn’t I my dear.


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Fandom: The Mighty Boosh RPF
Characters; Pairing: Noel/Julian
Rating: R
Summary: Everybody’s starry eyed.
Disclaimer: Noel Fielding and Julian belong to themselves. This is a work of fiction, it did not happen. No profit is being made from this. Let’s just embrace the Noelian!sex.
Word Count: 314
Song: Starry Eyed – Ellie Goulding

He screws his eyes tight shut, his lids bursting into colours as that wave sweeps through him while he claws at the sheets beneath him. It sends him flying, he feels safe and wonderfully terrified all at the same time. Safe, knowing he is in his arms again. Terrified, that it’s going to end. Not just tonight and now, but the entire thing. Whatever it is they have.

“Oh!!” He cries out, releasing inside the other man. His head falls onto his lover’s chest, drawing in deep breaths as he tingles from his head to his toes with the relief of the release of pleasure.

You look at me, it’s like you hit me with lightening.

He opens his eyes, and looks up at the older man. Their gazes lock onto each other, as they fight to get the air back into their lungs.
Staring at younger man in his arms, he falls into the blue eyes which are shining and shimmering in that post-orgasm state.

He brings his hands to either side of the other man’s face and leans up, kissing his tenderly. Pulling back, he blinks the stars from his eyes and peers up at him.

“Ju..” He begins, but is quickly silenced by a chaste kiss.
“Don’t say anything, please..I just want this to last forever.” Julian whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of Noel’s neck, clinging to the younger man as if his life depended on it.
Noel didn’t say anything, he just wrapped Julian in his arms and held him close. He didn’t need to look to see Julian was on the verge of tears, he felt it himself. He lightly stroked the older man’s soft chocolate curls, as he melted into Noel’s side. He gently kissed Julian’s temple, and watched the man from Leeds drift off to sleep, before allowing himself to succumb to it also.

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Fandom: The Mighty Boosh RPF
Characters; Pairing: Noel/Dee, implied one-sided Noelian
Rating: PG-15 (for language)
Summary: Noel finds out news about Dee..which makes him wish he had fought harder and pushes him to confess. No profit is being made from this.
Disclaimer: I realise that as much as I'd love them to get back together, the chances of it happening are slim. I'm thankful for fantasy world. Dee is not engaged as far as I'm aware. No profit is being made from this, it's just for fun and love.
Word Count: 449
Song: Fight For This Love/3 Words – Cheryl Cole

Turning up the volume on the stereo, Noel sat back on his bed and looked at the all his possessions from his relationship with Dee. He hummed to the tune gently as he blinked at the photos his fingers were sifting through. Photos from parties, birthdays, on set or backstage with the Boosh, holidays; he never really knew how many photo opportunities opened themselves up when he was with Dee.

He misses her, he really does. He isn’t Noel without her..or at the very best, he’s an watered down version of himself.
She was his soul mate; he believes she still is, always will be. He can never see himself loving anyone as much Dee. He doesn’t want to. He very much doubts she can echo that sentiment.

He doesn’t go a day without thinking about her. Wondering who she’s with, what she’s doing, how she feels, what she’s wearing. If she’s happier now. He’d bet so.
Many, many people have tried to help him get over her. Even after all this time. He told them he never could, never would, never wants to; they didn’t listen, but people never do.
He’d check her Twitter feed daily, his heart would skip a beat when she posted. He tried to decipher some tweets, wondering if they were aimed at him. They probably were. And if they weren’t? He felt guilty, cos they ought to be.

He’d often dream about winning her back, although he knew he was dreaming of impossible things. Now he’s single, girls continue to throw themselves at him. He brushes them off, because there’s only one woman he wants. One, who he loves.
He’d been spending more time with Julian, or trying to. The older man seemed to be making more excuses to not see him, each becoming more plausible and more ‘safe’ than the last. He just wanted someone to cuddle up to. Julian is the only other person he can love other than Dee.

A tweet this morning, one which broke Noel’s heart and his world into smithereens. She was engaged, to her new nameless and faceless boyfriend. Picking up a photo of himself and Dee at her birthday, Noel walked to the desk in the corner and looked at the current web page; Dee’s Twitter page.
His fingers hovered above the keyboard as his mind whirred, searching frantically for words. Biting his lip, he typed before clicking ‘Send’.
Then it flashed onto the screen, send to the world and Dee. It was done.

‘@dee__plume Fuck this. Dee Plume..NO, Delia Gaitskell – I am in love with you. I always have been, always will be. I should have fought harder for us, I hate myself for what happened to us. Noel. xx’


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Fandom: The Mighty Boosh RPF
Characters; Pairing: Noel/Dee, Noelian
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He can’t stop. She wishes he would. Oh and, I like to think Dee is one of those people who jokingly still believes in Santa..just because she’s blatantly cool enough to. xD
Disclaimer: Noel Fielding, Dee Plume and Julian Barratt belong to themselves, I'm just borrowing them to play with..I'm reverting back to my childhood. This is a work of fiction, it did not happen. No profit is being made from this.
Word Count: 429
Song: Can’t Stop Getting Wasted – Robots In Disguise

Dee’s gaze flitted from the ceiling to the alarm clock on her left. The green LED screamed at her eyes, she could barely see the numbers. Eventually she focused her eyes and the glare eased down; 2.04am. She wiped her eyes, dragging her hands down her cheeks and sighed.

Where is he??! She asked herself, not that she had any answers to give herself. Surely he’s with Julian, Mike, Dave, Rich...one of them, he must be. I’d have thought they’d be sensible enough to get him home, if not for me than for him.

Dee tangled her hands in her hair, praying that he’d return soon. A muffled yelp wafted from the living room, alerting her. Whether she had fallen asleep or her prayers had been answered, Dee wasn’t sure; but she thanked Santa and leapt off the bed and left the bedroom.

Dee could hear a soft giggling as she crept out from the bedroom door into the hallway. She froze when she heard another voice:

“Can you keep it down sir? You’ll wake your good lady.” A hushed and husky Leeds accent floated from the general direction of the sofa. Steadying herself on the wall, Dee crept slowly and silently to the edge of the living room.

Julian was lying on his back on the sofa, with Noel straddling him. Dee watched as Noel ran his hands up the Northerner’s chest and back down again before leaning down to catch Julian’s lips for a passionate and heated kiss. Dee bit back a cry, and crept back to the bedroom.

Quietly shutting the door behind her, she propped the desk chair underneath the handle and collapsed on the bed. She became consumed in sobs as the moans echoed in her head. Dee managed to silence herself quickly when she noticed the moans had got louder..

“Oh fuck, Ju…Ju..fuck----yes.” Noel cried out, his words slurring slightly and mingling with Julian’s manly grunts and “God”’s, “Noel”’s and “fuck”’s
Dee shook violently as she reached across to grab her phone. Frustrated, she angrily prodded at the keys and held the phone to her ear. The repetitive shrill ringing wasn’t enough to distract her from the noises outside, thus sending her into hysterical sobs.

“Dee..?” The voice sounded tired, and Dee struggled get her breath back to speak.
She was fed up of the coming-home’s in the early hours, either totally drunk or high as a kite. She hated waiting up for him, but she could never sleep until he was home.

“Sue..” Dee whispered, before bursting into violent sobs.

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Fandom: The Mighty Boosh RPF
Characters; Pairing: Noel/Mike [brotherly..], implied Noel/Dave
Rating: PG-15 (for language)
Summary: Mike's not going to be feeling too good in the morning.
Disclaimer: No profit is being made from this, this is all my own words, courtesy of my over-imaginative imagination. I do not own these people, because they are real humans.
Word Count: 324
Song: Zombie – The Pretty Reckless

Noel Fielding pulled his younger brother out of the cab, and shoved a £10 note into the driver’s hand.
“Keep the change.” He said while Mike heaved beside him, wincing when he heard a splatter.
"Fuck." Noel muttered as he shook the vomit off his boot, and pulled Mike’s arm around his own shoulders and guided him towards his front door. Noel retrieved his key from his pocket and shoved it in the lock. Twisting his hand, he forced the door open, allowing Mike to step in before following and kicking the door shut behind him.

“’m gurrrna be sick.” Mike slurred, as Noel quickly guided him to his sofa. Mike flopped down drunkenly, his breathing becoming shallow and quick. Noel quickly ran into the kitchen and grabbed the first thing he saw; a blue mixing bowl. He rushed back in as he heard his sibling cough violently, just getting there in time for Mike to throw up into the bowl.

‘I’ll have to buy another bowl’ Noel thought, as he rubbed Mike’s shoulders soothingly. Mike wiped his mouth with a shaking hand, his head falling on Noel’s shoulder.

“You still feel like you’re gonna be sick?” Noel murmured into Mike’s hair, wiping the cold sweat from his brother’s face with the warm hand that wasn’t holding the bowl.
“Nuh..not right now.” Mike replied quietly, as Noel set the bowl down on the floor. Kissing his drunken brother on the forehead, Noel sat back and motioned for Mike to rest his head on his lap. Sleepily Mike obliged, his eyes closing as Noel gently his fingers through his brother’s curls.

Noel smiled softly as Mike’s breathing evened out and he was snoring gently.
“Prepare to be a zombie in the morning Mike.” Noel whispered as he planted a soft kiss to his temple.

“Afternoon, you mean.” Dave whispered, the corner of Noel’s mouth curving into a smile at the younger man leaning against the door frame of the bedroom.
Hi everyone, apologies for not posting in a while..life has been hectic.
But um..today's a very sad day..my beautiful Yorkshire Terrier passed away this afternoon.

I've had her since I was 5, and she was the Howard Moon to my Vince Noir...and ermm, I'm devastated, the house and my life seems so much quieter now..already, and it's only been around 90 minutes. She hasn't been right since Christmas, and we kinda knew it was coming.

Rest In Peace Toto*, you were the best dog I could ask for, and a close friend all my life. 1997-2010.


*Yes, I named her after the dog in 'The Wizard Of Oz', one of my favourite films when I was a kid.

Torchwood Fic - Jack/Ianto

http://community.livejournal.com/jackxianto/4228647.html

I posted this on the JackxIanto community last month, and forgot to post here, but I'm linking it all up now :D
Please read and review (on the JackxIanto post preferrably), it's much appreciated

Much Love. Peace Out.
xx
 


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