"She’s not in that basement of yours, hiding between your baseball cards and that stack of Playboys that went missing from my garage."
(the late ’90s/early ’00s American high school AU too many of us lived to actually need.)
3,901 words, this section; adult-ish, but for later chapters (they’re 18).
a/n: I’ve been batting this idea around for a while, because high school AUs are a wellspring, but I wanted to place it vaguely-specifically in the late ’90s/early ’00s in America, and stoprobbers happened to encourage me at just the right time. In her defense, she did tell me to finish Stepford first. (This one, at least, is only a few thousand words from done, no Stepford antics here, I swear it.)
Title from Jimmy Eat World’s song of the same name.
It’s an abuse of power is what it is.
There’s an implicit contract, a sort of sacred bond, between a man and his video store clerk.
You don’t look at rental history, if you do, you don’t judge, and if you do look and you do judge, you sure as hell don’t bring it up.
But that’s exactly what Wilf’s done, right here, in the middle of a sunny Saturday afternoon, he’s gone and broken that bond and upset the balance of the entire universe. Again.
Rating: **Adult, NSFW**
She doesn’t catch on when he follows her into her bedroom after a long day.
"Oh. Um, okay." She shifted her weight to her other hip and bit her lip. He was just standing there, watching her with an inscrutable look in his eyes. "You’re not, um tired?"
She wanted to relax her shoulders, let out her breath, but she couldn’t. Not while he was still staring at her like he’d asked a question and was awaiting her reply.
"Me too." He didn’t move. "Really tired." He nodded, his eyes not leaving hers. She feigned a yawn that morphed into a real one. He mirrored it.
"Right. I’m just going to change, then." She bent down to pilfer through a pile of clothes on the floor for a relatively clean pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. His eyes followed every movement.
"In the bathroom."
She doesn’t catch on when he’s standing in only his undershirt and trousers when she returns.
She takes the train to Manchester alone.
Koschei’s playing at the Manchester Arena and, yes, he played at the O2 last night (fantastic setlist, three rare songs), but it’s the first tour in two years and she’s been saving for ages and no matter what her mum says about her being a ‘groupie,’ (ha, she wishes sometimes) Rose knows that traveling alone to see a few shows on the tour is exactly what she needs. She’s got her hotel rooms booked, travel arrangements made, and no one’s expecting her back in London until next week.
It’s easy enough: switching trains a few times, finding her way to the venue. This isn’t the first time she’s traveled to Manchester for a show. It’s the first time she’s gone by herself, gone via train and not tour bus and backstage passes, but then it’s nice, this way. Nicer, even. To rest her head on the window and close her eyes for a few hours.
Her ticket’s general admission, and she’s early. Very early. Meant to be, to get a good spot. She gets in line, and there’s only a handful of people, all huddled into little groups. If the venue knows how to manage the line, she’ll get front row, no problem.
Moving to the back of the line, she hazards a grin at the boy in front of her. He’s alone too. The only one in the line who is, by the looks of it. He’s all messy brown hair and angular limbs, wearing tight brown trousers and a light blue t-shirt. He’s sitting with his back to the wall, knees bent, scuffed red Chucks pointing out towards the street, small messenger bag laying next to him.
“Nibble?” he asks, and thrusts forward the bag of crisps in his hand, then turns it so she can see the label. “Cheese and onion.”
She bites her lip. He’s got a London accent, too. She wonders if he took the same train she did.
“Yeah, all right,” she says. Takes a crisp. Nibbles.
“John,” he says, extending his hand. His non-cheese-and-onion hand. She shakes it with her free one.
Rating: This chapter is NSFW!
Summary: John showers his new fiancee with presents on Christmas.
Notes: This is an adaptation of a book I read recently by Karen Hawkins, mixed with some Jane Austen and Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, as well as the characters from Doctor Who. Also, a splash of Once Upon A Time, as I gave Mr. Gold’s leg injury to John. I am borrowing from all of these mediums to bring you what I hope is an entertaining story, but the respective elements all belong to their original owners. I just write for fun.
littlewhomouse was wonderful to agree to be my beta for this, thank you! I hope you all enjoy this regency AU.
Final chapter! Thank you so much for all your kind reviews and reblogs! I’m very happy you enjoyed this story so much! *hugs*
Summary: After Mars, the Doctor misses something important. Instead, he reorganises his priorities. First: Get back Rose Tyler. Second: Find way to keep Rose Tyler. Forever.
Rating: Adult overall
Notes: So SOOO sorry about the delay here, again. As always, giant thanks to silver for being as awesome as ever with her beta work. And we’re nearing the end, chapter or maybe 2 left.
The Doctor and Rose are making progress, but it can’t ALL be smooth sailing. Just a bit more to get through yet…
Looking around at where they’ve landed, Rose smiles. He hasn’t told her where they are, or when, but it’s quiet and beautiful, peaceful. It’s exactly what they need after the emotional upheaval of helping Donna. According to the Doctor, it’s also entirely deserted and will remain so for another millennia. The grass is soft and green, greener than she’s ever seen. She breathes deeply, biting her lip as a familiar scent washes over her. “New Earth?” she asks.
The Doctor nods, offering his hand, which she looks at before placing his tea in it. He blinks at the cup and she giggles. “Ah, tea, right,” he says, “I guess I forgot about the tea.” After he grabs the offered cup, Rose takes his empty hand and returns his growing smile.
Sipping her tea, she lets the Doctor lead them on a short walk. A few minutes pass and she’s looking out over a bay, trying to understand why it looks so familiar. Rose turns her head, looking down along the beach below. When she imagines a large building at the end, she gasps. “Is this, this is where we sat, that second first trip, yeah?”