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thegirl20TITLE: You lift me up, so I can stand on mountains
FANDOM: Girls Aloud RPS
PAIRING: Cheryl/Nadine
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way implying that this is a true representation of the 'real-people' in the story. I mean no disrespect.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, it seems everyone's writing Cheryl/Nadine these days and I feel like a bit of a slacker. So, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
faithinthepoor and I were talking about Cheryl and lifts, I thought I'd try my hand at some lift!fic. It's set during 'Off the record' episode 3. For people who care about such things, this is the lift in question:
All she wants to do is go back to her room. She's spent the morning schmoozing with Australian journalists who haven't the faintest idea who she is or who Girls Aloud are. It reminds her of the beginning, when they were trying so hard to promote Sound of the Underground. They did interview after interview, radio-show after radio-show, question after fucking question. She's not sure she can be bothered going through it all again.
She catches sight of Nadine finishing off a tv-spot, throwing a huge smile at the interviewer who is clearly smitten with her. She walks over to stand behind the camera, folding her arms over her polka-dotted chest and pouting. The interview is winding up.
"Thank you so much for talking to us today Nadine, and before we go just remind us about your single."
"Awww, thank you, it's been great to talk to you, Greg," Nadine gushes, touching him on the arm. Cheryl rolls her eyes. "The single's called 'Biology' and it's out to buy now and we hope you all enjoy it."
"It's a great track and I hope it's the first hit of many for you girls here in Australia!"
"Thanks."
The interviewer, or 'Greg' as Nadine apparently likes to call him, nods to the cameraman and the red-light goes off. He turns back to Nadine.
"That was brilliant, I wish all my interviewees were as lovely as you."
Nadine catches Cheryl's eye over his shoulder and smiles. Greg continues.
"I was wondering...I don't know how much time you've got here, but if you were looking for someone to show you the sights then I could..."
Cheryl's not in the mood to listen to inept flirting and she barges forward.
"You done? I'm headin' back upstairs," she addresses Nadine, ignoring ‘Greg’ completely.
“Yeah, we’re done,” Nadine says, standing up and holding out her hand to Greg, ever the consummate professional. “It was nice to meet you.”
Nadine walks towards Cheryl and takes her hand and Cheryl can’t help but turn and give ‘Greg’ a smug smile over her shoulder.
They head in the direction of the lifts and Cheryl sighs heavily. She stops abruptly and turns to face the ubiquitous camera crew currently filming their every move for some stupid documentary.
“I think that’s enough for now guys, eh? We’ve had cameras shoved in our faces all mornin’, can you give us half an hour, yeah?” Cheryl asks, her voice weary.
Cheryl very rarely asks them to stop filming so the crew respect her wishes without question, grateful for the chance to head to the bar for a light refreshment.
“Well, that was a pointless mornin’ that I could’ve spent gettin’ me pedicure redone,” Cheryl says.
“Why was it pointless? We got some really good coverage,” Nadine says, pressing the button for their floor. She squeezes Cheryl’s fingers lightly. “What’s up?”
“I just don’t even see the point of tryin’ to break Australia. Say we did get really big out here, right? All it’ll mean is more fuckin’ 12 hour plane journeys and more fuckin’ jetlag. I can’t be doin’ with it,” Cheryl rants, surprising herself by expressing opinions she hadn’t fully formulated until they made their way out of her mouth.
“So you’re not happy about gettin’ to travel the world and see all these different places?” Nadine asks, incredulous.
“I dunno. It seems pointless to be tryin’ to get an audience out here when even their own popstars come over to us,” Cheryl grumbles, following Nadine into the lift.
The doors close and Cheryl leans back against the wall, her head tipped back.
“Is this still about the top?” Nadine asks, out of nowhere.
“No.”
She hears Nadine sigh. There is movement in the small space. Then the lift jerks to a halt and an alarm sounds. Before she has time to ask what’s happening, Nadine has grabbed her face and crushed their lips together. Cheryl kisses back but wrenches her mouth away when she feels Nadine’s hand creeping up her thigh.
"I thought we weren't doing this anymore," she pants out, doing nothing to extract herself from the situation.
Nadine shrugs and continues kissing her neck and shoulder.
"You're moody and it's doing my head in. This is the quickest way I know to cheer you up," Nadine explains, pressing her lips against the rapid pulse in Cheryl’s neck.
"How fuckin' romantic," Cheryl murmurs, her hand tangling in Nadine’s hair.
Nadine lifts her head, her expression softens.
"And I miss being with you like this."
An eyebrow creeps up Cheryl’s forehead and she gestures vaguely at their surroundings, a grin dimpling her flushed cheeks.
"Like this?" she asks.
Nadine rolls her eyes.
"Not like this exactly...you know what I mean."
Nadine returns to her task, her hand having made its way fully up Cheryl’s skirt. Cheryl inhales sharply as Nadine’s talented fingers push aside tellingly damp knickers and make contact with waiting flesh. She tilts her hips to meet Nadine’s thrusts as her arms go around the other girl’s shoulders, clinging to her. She closes her eyes and bites her lip to stop from crying out as Nadine curls two fingers inside her while her hand creates delicious friction exactly where Cheryl needs it.
The somewhat rational part of her brain kicks in briefly as she remembers where they are.
"What if someone comes?" she grinds out, the last word turning into a strangulated moaning sound.
She feels Nadine smile against her ear.
"That's kind of the point, babe," she replies, sliding her free hand up to squeeze Cheryl’s breast, her thumb pressing almost painfully against Cheryl’s erect nipple.
"I mean...someone from the hotel...to fix the lift," Cheryl gasps in a last, feeble attempt at reason.
"Well, if you'd shut up and concentrate, there won't be any need, will there?" Nadine says, her own breathing becoming laboured.
Cheryl decides to take Nadine’s advice and lets herself go. Her breath catches in her throat and her body tenses. Nadine swallows her moan as she comes shuddering against the other girl’s hand.
Nadine presses their foreheads together as Cheryl attempts to clear her vision.
“Feelin’ better now?” she whispers, her breath caressing Cheryl’s lips.
Cheryl grins slowly, like her face is a few seconds behind her brain. She brings her hand up to cradle Nadine’s head as she pulls her in for a soft kiss.
“Much better,” she says when they part. “If you could bottle that, there’d be no need for all this Prozac shit.”
“Glad to be of service,” Nadine says, pulling Cheryl into a loose hug before letting go and stepping back to straighten out her clothing and her hair. Cheryl does the same and when they’re both satisfied that they don’t look like they’ve just had a shag, Nadine presses the emergency button again, jolting the lift back into motion.
The doors open to reveal Sarah, Kimberley and Nicola looking in at them in a mixture of concern and suspicion.
“Was that your lift that was jammed just then?” Sarah asks.
“Yeah, it was the strangest thing, it just stopped, then it started again. Weird,” Nadine says smoothly as Cheryl looks at the carpet.
“Cheryl, you OK?” Kimberley asks, approaching her friend. “You look a bit flushed.”
She reaches out to put her hand on Cheryl’s cheek but Cheryl draws back.
“I’m fine, pet,” she assures Kimberley, “Just...small spaces...bit of a panic attack, you know?”
“I’m takin’ the fuckin’ stairs,” Nicola proclaims, turning on her heel and heading in the opposite direction.
“Down twelve flights? Bugger that! I’ll take my chances with the lift,” Sarah says, eyeing the carriage that Cheryl and Nadine have just stepped out of. “Maybe not that one, though.”
The doors close and Sarah presses the call button, willing a different light to ping on. Kimberley is still looking at Cheryl worriedly.
“You sure you’re OK? You might have a touch of the the bug I had this morning. Maybe you should go and lie down for a bit?” she suggests.
Nadine drapes an arm around Cheryl’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she has a lie down,” she says, nodding at Kimberley as another lift arrives.
“Well, if you’re sure you’re OK,” Kimberley says, still unsure.
“Absolutely fine. Enjoy the promotion,” Cheryl says as Kimberley joins Sarah in the lift.
As Cheryl and Nadine turn to head back to their rooms they hear the beginning of Sarah and Kimberley’s conversation before the doors of the lift close.
“She looks like she’s just had a shag to me.”
“Sarah! Not everyone’s going around shaggin’ constantly.”
“More fool them.”
Cheryl smothers a giggle with her hand as Nadine’s mouth drops open in shock.
“Bloody hell, we’d better be a bit more discreet if even Sarah’s noticing,” Nadine says.
Cheryl pokes her in the side.
“Who was it that started that whole thing just now? Oh yeah, that was you.”
Nadine smiles down at her a little sadly.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”
Cheryl sighs as they arrive outside her room.
“Listen, I’m not sorry, but I think we need to talk about...this, us.”
Nadine looks down at the floor.
“Aye, that always works so well.”
Cheryl glances up and down the corridor before leaning in to steal a quick, chaste kiss.
“Look, we can order room service and have a nice bottle of wine or somethin’. And then we’ll talk, properly.”
This time Nadine’s smile is a little less sad.
“So it’s a date, then?”
“It’s a date,” Cheryl confirms with a wink. “Only we better make it in your room, mine is a bit...”
“Like a bomb’s gone off in it?” Nadine guesses, having been privy to Cheryl’s living habits for long enough.
“Not quite,” Cheryl huffs.
“Fine, come to mine after the gig. I’ll have the wine chillin’ for you.”
“Sounds brilliant.”
Nadine turns and heads back to her own room. Cheryl calls after her.
“I’m not doin’ cocktails though. You know what they do to us and I’m not havin’ a hangover tomorrow.”
“Fine,” Nadine answers, without looking back.
*
The other girls were exhausted after the gig and, for once, Sarah didn't try to convince anyone to go out on the town, making it easy for Cheryl to make her way to Nadine's room as arranged. She knocks twice and waits, wondering why she’s feeling nervous.
Nadine opens the door wearing a bathrobe and steps aside to let Cheryl in. Cheryl clears her throat.
“I, erm, feel a little overdressed, ba-,” she says, the word catching in her throat as she turns around just in time to see Nadine drop the bathrobe to reveal that she’s wearing nothing underneath.
“I’d say you are definitely overdressed,” Nadine purrs.
Cheryl’s throat has gone completely dry.
“I thought we were going to talk?” she manages to squeak out as Nadine approaches her with slow, deliberate steps.
Nadine stops walking.
“You want to talk? We can talk,” she says, perching on the end of the bed and crossing her legs. “What shall we talk about?”
For a second Cheryl considers being sensible. She’s got a boyfriend. She and Nadine have agreed that these trysts aren’t good for the band. There are lots of reasons they should stop. But she’s a long way from home, she’s lonely and Nadine Coyle is sitting in front of her, naked.
She’s made her decision.
“Fuck it, we can talk after.”
FANDOM: Girls Aloud RPS
PAIRING: Cheryl/Nadine
RATING: R
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way implying that this is a true representation of the 'real-people' in the story. I mean no disrespect.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: So, it seems everyone's writing Cheryl/Nadine these days and I feel like a bit of a slacker. So, because
faithinthepoor and I were talking about Cheryl and lifts, I thought I'd try my hand at some lift!fic. It's set during 'Off the record' episode 3. For people who care about such things, this is the lift in question:All she wants to do is go back to her room. She's spent the morning schmoozing with Australian journalists who haven't the faintest idea who she is or who Girls Aloud are. It reminds her of the beginning, when they were trying so hard to promote Sound of the Underground. They did interview after interview, radio-show after radio-show, question after fucking question. She's not sure she can be bothered going through it all again.
She catches sight of Nadine finishing off a tv-spot, throwing a huge smile at the interviewer who is clearly smitten with her. She walks over to stand behind the camera, folding her arms over her polka-dotted chest and pouting. The interview is winding up.
"Thank you so much for talking to us today Nadine, and before we go just remind us about your single."
"Awww, thank you, it's been great to talk to you, Greg," Nadine gushes, touching him on the arm. Cheryl rolls her eyes. "The single's called 'Biology' and it's out to buy now and we hope you all enjoy it."
"It's a great track and I hope it's the first hit of many for you girls here in Australia!"
"Thanks."
The interviewer, or 'Greg' as Nadine apparently likes to call him, nods to the cameraman and the red-light goes off. He turns back to Nadine.
"That was brilliant, I wish all my interviewees were as lovely as you."
Nadine catches Cheryl's eye over his shoulder and smiles. Greg continues.
"I was wondering...I don't know how much time you've got here, but if you were looking for someone to show you the sights then I could..."
Cheryl's not in the mood to listen to inept flirting and she barges forward.
"You done? I'm headin' back upstairs," she addresses Nadine, ignoring ‘Greg’ completely.
“Yeah, we’re done,” Nadine says, standing up and holding out her hand to Greg, ever the consummate professional. “It was nice to meet you.”
Nadine walks towards Cheryl and takes her hand and Cheryl can’t help but turn and give ‘Greg’ a smug smile over her shoulder.
They head in the direction of the lifts and Cheryl sighs heavily. She stops abruptly and turns to face the ubiquitous camera crew currently filming their every move for some stupid documentary.
“I think that’s enough for now guys, eh? We’ve had cameras shoved in our faces all mornin’, can you give us half an hour, yeah?” Cheryl asks, her voice weary.
Cheryl very rarely asks them to stop filming so the crew respect her wishes without question, grateful for the chance to head to the bar for a light refreshment.
“Well, that was a pointless mornin’ that I could’ve spent gettin’ me pedicure redone,” Cheryl says.
“Why was it pointless? We got some really good coverage,” Nadine says, pressing the button for their floor. She squeezes Cheryl’s fingers lightly. “What’s up?”
“I just don’t even see the point of tryin’ to break Australia. Say we did get really big out here, right? All it’ll mean is more fuckin’ 12 hour plane journeys and more fuckin’ jetlag. I can’t be doin’ with it,” Cheryl rants, surprising herself by expressing opinions she hadn’t fully formulated until they made their way out of her mouth.
“So you’re not happy about gettin’ to travel the world and see all these different places?” Nadine asks, incredulous.
“I dunno. It seems pointless to be tryin’ to get an audience out here when even their own popstars come over to us,” Cheryl grumbles, following Nadine into the lift.
The doors close and Cheryl leans back against the wall, her head tipped back.
“Is this still about the top?” Nadine asks, out of nowhere.
“No.”
She hears Nadine sigh. There is movement in the small space. Then the lift jerks to a halt and an alarm sounds. Before she has time to ask what’s happening, Nadine has grabbed her face and crushed their lips together. Cheryl kisses back but wrenches her mouth away when she feels Nadine’s hand creeping up her thigh.
"I thought we weren't doing this anymore," she pants out, doing nothing to extract herself from the situation.
Nadine shrugs and continues kissing her neck and shoulder.
"You're moody and it's doing my head in. This is the quickest way I know to cheer you up," Nadine explains, pressing her lips against the rapid pulse in Cheryl’s neck.
"How fuckin' romantic," Cheryl murmurs, her hand tangling in Nadine’s hair.
Nadine lifts her head, her expression softens.
"And I miss being with you like this."
An eyebrow creeps up Cheryl’s forehead and she gestures vaguely at their surroundings, a grin dimpling her flushed cheeks.
"Like this?" she asks.
Nadine rolls her eyes.
"Not like this exactly...you know what I mean."
Nadine returns to her task, her hand having made its way fully up Cheryl’s skirt. Cheryl inhales sharply as Nadine’s talented fingers push aside tellingly damp knickers and make contact with waiting flesh. She tilts her hips to meet Nadine’s thrusts as her arms go around the other girl’s shoulders, clinging to her. She closes her eyes and bites her lip to stop from crying out as Nadine curls two fingers inside her while her hand creates delicious friction exactly where Cheryl needs it.
The somewhat rational part of her brain kicks in briefly as she remembers where they are.
"What if someone comes?" she grinds out, the last word turning into a strangulated moaning sound.
She feels Nadine smile against her ear.
"That's kind of the point, babe," she replies, sliding her free hand up to squeeze Cheryl’s breast, her thumb pressing almost painfully against Cheryl’s erect nipple.
"I mean...someone from the hotel...to fix the lift," Cheryl gasps in a last, feeble attempt at reason.
"Well, if you'd shut up and concentrate, there won't be any need, will there?" Nadine says, her own breathing becoming laboured.
Cheryl decides to take Nadine’s advice and lets herself go. Her breath catches in her throat and her body tenses. Nadine swallows her moan as she comes shuddering against the other girl’s hand.
Nadine presses their foreheads together as Cheryl attempts to clear her vision.
“Feelin’ better now?” she whispers, her breath caressing Cheryl’s lips.
Cheryl grins slowly, like her face is a few seconds behind her brain. She brings her hand up to cradle Nadine’s head as she pulls her in for a soft kiss.
“Much better,” she says when they part. “If you could bottle that, there’d be no need for all this Prozac shit.”
“Glad to be of service,” Nadine says, pulling Cheryl into a loose hug before letting go and stepping back to straighten out her clothing and her hair. Cheryl does the same and when they’re both satisfied that they don’t look like they’ve just had a shag, Nadine presses the emergency button again, jolting the lift back into motion.
The doors open to reveal Sarah, Kimberley and Nicola looking in at them in a mixture of concern and suspicion.
“Was that your lift that was jammed just then?” Sarah asks.
“Yeah, it was the strangest thing, it just stopped, then it started again. Weird,” Nadine says smoothly as Cheryl looks at the carpet.
“Cheryl, you OK?” Kimberley asks, approaching her friend. “You look a bit flushed.”
She reaches out to put her hand on Cheryl’s cheek but Cheryl draws back.
“I’m fine, pet,” she assures Kimberley, “Just...small spaces...bit of a panic attack, you know?”
“I’m takin’ the fuckin’ stairs,” Nicola proclaims, turning on her heel and heading in the opposite direction.
“Down twelve flights? Bugger that! I’ll take my chances with the lift,” Sarah says, eyeing the carriage that Cheryl and Nadine have just stepped out of. “Maybe not that one, though.”
The doors close and Sarah presses the call button, willing a different light to ping on. Kimberley is still looking at Cheryl worriedly.
“You sure you’re OK? You might have a touch of the the bug I had this morning. Maybe you should go and lie down for a bit?” she suggests.
Nadine drapes an arm around Cheryl’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she has a lie down,” she says, nodding at Kimberley as another lift arrives.
“Well, if you’re sure you’re OK,” Kimberley says, still unsure.
“Absolutely fine. Enjoy the promotion,” Cheryl says as Kimberley joins Sarah in the lift.
As Cheryl and Nadine turn to head back to their rooms they hear the beginning of Sarah and Kimberley’s conversation before the doors of the lift close.
“She looks like she’s just had a shag to me.”
“Sarah! Not everyone’s going around shaggin’ constantly.”
“More fool them.”
Cheryl smothers a giggle with her hand as Nadine’s mouth drops open in shock.
“Bloody hell, we’d better be a bit more discreet if even Sarah’s noticing,” Nadine says.
Cheryl pokes her in the side.
“Who was it that started that whole thing just now? Oh yeah, that was you.”
Nadine smiles down at her a little sadly.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”
Cheryl sighs as they arrive outside her room.
“Listen, I’m not sorry, but I think we need to talk about...this, us.”
Nadine looks down at the floor.
“Aye, that always works so well.”
Cheryl glances up and down the corridor before leaning in to steal a quick, chaste kiss.
“Look, we can order room service and have a nice bottle of wine or somethin’. And then we’ll talk, properly.”
This time Nadine’s smile is a little less sad.
“So it’s a date, then?”
“It’s a date,” Cheryl confirms with a wink. “Only we better make it in your room, mine is a bit...”
“Like a bomb’s gone off in it?” Nadine guesses, having been privy to Cheryl’s living habits for long enough.
“Not quite,” Cheryl huffs.
“Fine, come to mine after the gig. I’ll have the wine chillin’ for you.”
“Sounds brilliant.”
Nadine turns and heads back to her own room. Cheryl calls after her.
“I’m not doin’ cocktails though. You know what they do to us and I’m not havin’ a hangover tomorrow.”
“Fine,” Nadine answers, without looking back.
*
The other girls were exhausted after the gig and, for once, Sarah didn't try to convince anyone to go out on the town, making it easy for Cheryl to make her way to Nadine's room as arranged. She knocks twice and waits, wondering why she’s feeling nervous.
Nadine opens the door wearing a bathrobe and steps aside to let Cheryl in. Cheryl clears her throat.
“I, erm, feel a little overdressed, ba-,” she says, the word catching in her throat as she turns around just in time to see Nadine drop the bathrobe to reveal that she’s wearing nothing underneath.
“I’d say you are definitely overdressed,” Nadine purrs.
Cheryl’s throat has gone completely dry.
“I thought we were going to talk?” she manages to squeak out as Nadine approaches her with slow, deliberate steps.
Nadine stops walking.
“You want to talk? We can talk,” she says, perching on the end of the bed and crossing her legs. “What shall we talk about?”
For a second Cheryl considers being sensible. She’s got a boyfriend. She and Nadine have agreed that these trysts aren’t good for the band. There are lots of reasons they should stop. But she’s a long way from home, she’s lonely and Nadine Coyle is sitting in front of her, naked.
She’s made her decision.
“Fuck it, we can talk after.”
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Date: 2009-09-07 02:21 pm (UTC)I can has more plz? - I'll see what I can do ;)
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Date: 2009-09-07 12:06 am (UTC)Erin
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Date: 2009-09-07 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-07 03:42 am (UTC)So cute.
:)
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Date: 2009-09-07 02:24 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-09-07 10:13 am (UTC)I shall comment in more detail later as I need to head out but this was funny and hot and brilliant. Loved it.
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Date: 2009-09-07 02:26 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2009-09-07 12:21 pm (UTC)All she wants to do is go back to her room. She's spent the morning schmoozing with Australian journalists who haven't the faintest idea who she is or who Girls Aloud are True on so many levels. It was far from her best mourning but dear god I do love her wardrobe bitch. Someone really should have let ME interview then instead of useless journalists ;) I will confess that I may have focused a little to much on the SDIness of them.
Nadine walks towards Cheryl and takes her hand and Cheryl can’t help but turn and give ‘Greg’ a smug smile over her shoulder. I love this both for the sweetness of Nadine taking her hand and for Cheryl gloating over it.
So you’re not happy about gettin’ to travel the world and see all these different places?” No my girl really isn't - just wait until she gets to Japan!!!!!!
"How fuckin' romantic," Cheryl murmurs, her hand tangling in Nadine’s hair. I love that Cheryl can bitch and yet still get it on! I also love, love, love, love that Nadine is the one that initiates the lift!sex
“If you could bottle that, there’d be no need for all this Prozac shit.” There still would be cause I couldn't go around writing "Rx - sex with Nadine in a lift" cause only Cheryl is allowed to do that
pet good use! Can you tell I have been listening to interviews.
“Sarah! Not everyone’s going around shaggin’ constantly.”
“More fool them.” That may be my favourite Sarah moment - ever!!!!!
“Fuck it, we can talk after.” ;)
Yay for Cheryl/Nadine fic from you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-09-07 02:35 pm (UTC)Someone really should have let ME interview then instead of useless journalists ;) - That would've been brilliant. I can just imagine it now... 'So, Cheryl, when exactly was it that you started so doing it with Nadine? Popstars: The Rivals? Life Got Cold? You were obviously at it like rabbits by the time Jump rolled around.'
I love that Cheryl can bitch and yet still get it on! - Cheryl is a talented girl who can multi-task.
I also love, love, love, love that Nadine is the one that initiates the lift!sex - I think she had to really, otherwise it would've been moody!sex and I didn't really want it to be that.
I couldn't go around writing "Rx - sex with Nadine in a lift" cause only Cheryl is allowed to do that - True. Also, Nadine would be knackered.
That may be my favourite Sarah moment - ever!!!!! - Awww, that's nice. I like that you seem slightly more open to Sarah these days.
Yay for Cheryl/Nadine fic from you!!!!!!!!!!!!! - YAY! If you have any more ideas/prompts for me I will attempt to write them. I can't come up with stuff on my own these days. My fic output these days is almost all attributable to ficathons or external prompting.
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Date: 2009-09-08 12:09 pm (UTC)That would've been brilliant. I can just imagine it now... 'So, Cheryl, when exactly was it that you started so doing it with Nadine? Popstars: The Rivals? Life Got Cold? You were obviously at it like rabbits by the time Jump rolled around.' Bwa ha ha ha. That is fucking fantastic - I am just gonna pretend in my head that that really happened
I think she had to really, otherwise it would've been moody!sex and I didn't really want it to be that. I'm glad that it wasn't that - I get the feeling that moody sex is something that I would write rather than you ;)
Also, Nadine would be knackered. And we can't have that.
If you have any more ideas/prompts for me I will attempt to write them. I can't come up with stuff on my own these days. My fic output these days is almost all attributable to ficathons or external prompting that saddens me given my muse seems to be on overdrive at the moment - apparently that's what happens when you don't feed it in forever. Will work on prompting but you know I am not great with storylines (BTW was thinking the other day that my MIS series is dangerously close to having a plot!)
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Date: 2009-09-08 06:01 pm (UTC)that saddens me given my muse seems to be on overdrive at the moment - Yes, I have noticed and I am appropriately jealous. (But not complaining.)
Will work on prompting but you know I am not great with storylines - Well, let's face it, the last one was pretty much 'Cheryl and Nadine, lift!sex'. Sometimes that's all I need. And I've been mulling over a 'Nadine performs her solo single on X-Factor and Cheryl is overcome with EMOTION and pride and they have sex in Cheryl's dressing room' type fic. Are we sensing a trend here? Do we think I just want to write about Cheryl and Nadine having sex in various locations?
(BTW was thinking the other day that my MIS series is dangerously close to having a plot!) - Yay for being plotty!!!
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Date: 2009-09-09 11:12 am (UTC)Do we think I just want to write about Cheryl and Nadine having sex in various locations? Are you trying to imply that that is a strange thing?
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Date: 2009-09-09 05:13 pm (UTC);P
(BTW, the keyword I have entered for this icon is hair!porn)
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Date: 2009-09-10 11:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 06:48 am (UTC)P.S. The gif was a wonderful touch ;) - I do think a visual helps sometimes ;)
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Date: 2009-09-08 08:15 am (UTC)But the vid was VERY helpfull ;D;D
Thanks again:*
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Date: 2009-09-08 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-16 10:10 pm (UTC)I loved it :)
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Date: 2009-09-17 06:33 am (UTC)Not sure I'd agree with the 'Nobody's writing Chim' thing. GAM seems to be full of Chim and not much else!!! (Not that I read it, but the fanfic section tends to have Chim all over it.)
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Date: 2009-09-17 01:55 pm (UTC)My soul can't take anymore looking for decent Chim on GAM.. best case scenario is poorly constructed, completely out of character (but claiming to be in character) fic.
Worst case scenario - Louis/Cheryl tagged as Chim!! :'( Why Kimba whyyyyyy?
Your story is still teh_awthsum.
That is all.
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Date: 2009-09-17 02:11 pm (UTC)What amazes me about GAM is the number of comments that really poor fics get. I mean, are people really enjoying them? (I know certain ones you have to comment on before you can see the content, which I've never seen the point of at all, but still.)
Louis/Cheryl tagged as Chim!! - Please stop mentioning this. It makes me feel queasy.
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Date: 2009-09-17 02:51 pm (UTC)IKR, why do so many people comment on the pure shite that is published on GAM. Is it a case of beggers can't be choosers? And I hate the reply before you read concept. WTF is that about? "Oh hai, I'm so excited about your story I haven't read yet". Maybe I should start replying with "I'm not excited, in fact this site has caused me to lose all hope, but hey... maybe you'll be different?"
Hmm.. I sense an email from the GAM mod in my future :p
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Date: 2009-09-17 06:12 pm (UTC)"I'm not excited, in fact this site has caused me to lose all hope, but hey... maybe you'll be different?" - Oh, that would be hilarious. You should totally do that!!! (Or maybe not if you don't want to get banned.)
It's funny, they have a thread in the 'Creative Writing' section which is basically about what people's fanfic likes and dislikes are. And all of the dislikes include poor grammar, bad spelling, writing in text speak, no capitalisation...and yet, that's how 90% of the writers write. It boggles the mind.
I've considered starting an LJ comm for GA fanfic, but it'd just turn into GAM on LJ and I couldn't in good conscience maintain a comm that was full of that much drivel.
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Date: 2009-09-17 08:33 pm (UTC)I just can't believe what with all the GA media out there there isn't a healthy amount of well written fanfic. It's making me a little sad inside.. in fact, I might have to get down off my high horse, stop bitching about other people's fics and start writing my own. At least I know that Nadine is from County Derry, and not County Derrie (I wish I was joking about this spelling mistake :| )
I do love the Cheryl/Nadine, but mostly because they're just so hot and because you and two other LJ-ers have done such a stirling job of writing them. But Chim.. Chim holds my heart. The lingering glances, all the touches, the constant personal space invasion and the fact that they look like a couple, a really happy couple at that makes them all together irresistable :)
Kimberly is my favourite Girl Aloud also :) Always has, always will be.
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Date: 2009-09-17 08:47 pm (UTC)Maybe we could have some sort of moderation panel? Like on X-Factor. And I could be Cheryl (i.e. scrunch my nose up, say 'awwww' a lot and tell people they're cute) and someone else could be Simon and tell all the appalling ones to bugger off and never write again. That could be fun ;)
And yes, you should be writing GA fan fic. Chim if you must, but Cheryl/Nadine would be lovely.
mostly because they're just so hot and because you and two other LJ-ers have done such a stirling job of writing them - Yes, they are incredibly hot, that can't be disputed. And if these two 'other' LJ-ers are
corruptedconvinced her that Cheryl/Nadine was the way to go. I have a track record...who knows, maybe you'll be next...Chim are a bit obvious for me. In my mind, it's all a huge cover-up for the far more subtle Cheryl/Nadine 'ship. Obviously.
What's not to love about Kimberley? I am always taken aback when she isn't people's favourite. I can't quite comprehend it.
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Date: 2009-09-17 10:50 pm (UTC)Saying that, I'd rather be Simon than Louis - at least you'd be respected :p
I like the Chim. I like to think of their fauxmances with Ashley/Justin as the cover up for that :D
I'm with you on Kimberly being the best.. What is everyone else thinking?!