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OOOO what about Jamie having a huge crush on the reader so much so it’s effecting how he thinks like how he was in the show where he played against Man City. So Roy and Keeley follow him (like in the show) and see him spying/ watching (he’d never admit it) the reader whos working either as a waitress or a bookshop owner because he’s too nervous to go in. Or maybe even secret girlfriend where they follow him and accidentally meet the reader whos been in a secret relationship with Jamie. Lol I hope you can understand what I was trying to say 😅

Pretty sure I picked up what you put down! Here ya go!

don’t go wasting your emotion

Jamie Tartt is not acting like himself. 

The first person to notice is Roy, because it shows in his training. He seems… distracted. So he mentions it to Keeley, and asks her to keep an eye out. They have some big games coming up, and Richmond cannot afford a distracted Jamie. Keeley promises she’ll check up on him soon, but Jamie just keeps getting weirder.

He jumps and hides his phone when Dani plops down next to him on the locker room bench, passes the ball to the opposing side during practice, and keeps going offside. It isn’t long before the other coaches notice, as well as his teammates. The only one who doesn’t seem particularly worried is Sam. When Isaac asks him if he’s noticed anything off about Jamie, Sam just shrugs and says, “It’s probably nothing. I’m sure he’ll get over it soon.”

AFC Richmond does not have time to wait. They need Jamie to get his head out of the clouds and back firmly on earth. 

Shortly after Isaac’s talk with Sam, Colin catches Sam and Jamie whispering in the weight room. He catches snippets of words like, “can’t know,” “just do it,” and… “bookstore”? Surely he didn’t hear that right. Colin shrugs and heads to go see Trent. He’s an investigative journalist. He’s got to have some insight.

Colin presents this information to Trent, Ted, Beard, and Roy, none of whom have any real ideas. As they try to come up with plausible scenarios, Trent leans agains the door with his mug in quiet thought.

“You’ve been mighty quiet over there, Mr. Independent. What’re your thoughts?” Ted asks. 

“I’m not sure,” Trent replies. “We simply don’t have enough facts to come to a conclusion. What we need is someone to follow Jamie after work and see if that will provide any insights.”

“I’ll do it.”

The room turns to look at Roy. He looks uncomfortable. “Keeley and I have been meaning to talk to him anyway, and if he fucking catches any of you lot following him, he’ll never fucking trust you again. I’m your best choice.”

Beard looks at Ted, and they nod. 

Ted says, “Alright Roylock Holmes. You and Dr. Jones have fun tonight. Let us know what you find out,” and that’s that. 

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Roy calls Keeley and tells her the situation, and it’s not hard to find a pretense for her to be with the team. It’s movie night, and she’s there more often than not. They have pretty much unanimously decided on Paddington, mostly to heal Dani’s trauma from hearing the Paddington Twitter account gave Richmond no marmalade sandwiches. That’s what they say, at least, but if they are crying within the first fifteen minutes, that’s not for anyone to say. 

Jamie sits in the back and he keeps looking at his phone. Sam pokes him and Richard catches something that sounds like, “Go- can’t expect- if you didn’t ask,” at which Jamie nods, looks around, and then slips out the door.

“Where’s he going?” Isaac asks Sam, who shrugs and says, “I would assume to use the restroom.”

Isaac turns back to the screen, but Roy and Keeley look at each other, nod, and quickly get up to follow Jamie. 

They trail him out the building and down the street, watching as he puts his hood up in an effort not to be noticed. They follow him for half a mile as Jamie makes a very purposeful trek through Richmond, unaware that he’s being followed.

Keeley and Roy turn a corner then stop, because Jamie has stopped. He’s just out of sight of some big glass windows. He checks the time, gives himself a shake, then removes his hood and pulls the door open. Keeley and Roy share a look and rush to the window.

It’s a bookstore. The sign on the door says they close an hour from now, at 9pm. Jamie is inside leaning on the checkout counter, talking and laughing with you, the cashier.

“Started that book you told me about,” he says. “You’re right. I hate it.”

“Right??” you reply. “Isn’t it awful? It makes no sense at all, and reading it makes you feel like you’re on drugs, and it’s supposed to be a classic! Thank god you only got it at the library and didn’t have to waste money on it.”

Jamie laughs. “Got any real recommendations this time? Trying to become more cultured.” 

You laugh too. “You know, you’re a lot more cultured than you think. You’ve understood most of my references, and you have an impressive vocabulary. You have a wonderful grasp on the difference between intellectual and conversational tone.”

Roy and Keeley can’t tell what you’re saying, but they’re thinking the same thing. Is Jamie blushing?

Before they can ponder this, you come out from behind the counter to lead Jamie to a shelf. You both look straight at Roy and Keeley, who duck. You turn to Jamie, humor on your face. “Friends of yours?” you quip.

“Un-fucking-fortunately,” he responds. “Oi!”

Roy and Keeley slowly pop back up and Jamie exasperatedly beckons them inside.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Roy, stoic as ever, just grunts. Keeley says, “We were worried about you! You were acting all weird and botching things at practice. We thought you were dying!”

Roy rolls his eyes. You’re doing your best to maintain a straight face. 

You know exactly who these people are. You know Keeley Jones because who doesn’t know about Keeley Jones? You know Roy Kent because he came up as a suggested search after you googled Jamie.

Jamie has been coming into your bookshop for a while now. At first it was to look for some book about forgiveness, but after you helped him pick that out he just… kept coming back. He’d lean against the counter, supported by his elbows, and stay from 8pm until closing. Usually, he was the only customer you’d get that time of night.

It wasn’t lost on you that he was a) gorgeous and b) definitely flirting with you. He wasn’t the first customer to fancy himself in love with you, but he was the first that you actually liked back. And the first who really read what you said you liked.

You just didn’t get why he hadn’t made a move yet, especially after looking him up. It didn’t make sense. You considered making the first move, but that freaked you out too much. Still, despite his inaction on that front, he kept coming back and talking to you. Sometimes he’d bring you coffee. He’d always help you close the store. You once joked that you should put him on the payroll, to which he looked at you, and deadpanned, “You couldn’t afford me.”

You’re pretty sure that’s the moment you actually fell for him. You’re a sucker for a good, stupid sense of humor.

“Why would you think I were dyin?” Jamie asks. 

Keeley shrugs and Roy answers, “Because you’ve been playing like shit.”

Jamie glares at Roy. “I have not, you dusty old twat. You take that back.”

Keeley clears her throat. “Well, actually babes, you kind of have. It’s been this whole thing. Everybody’s worried about you!”

Jamie pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. Why the fuck are you all in my business? Did Sam put you up to this?”

“Why the fuck would Sam put us up to this?” Roy asks.

“Because Sam caught Jamie looking at my Instagram,” you interject.

Three sets of eyes turn to you. “What?” you shrug. “Sam looked up my handle and messaged me about it. We’re friends now.”

Jamie shakes his head in disbelief and Roy says, “So Sam fucking knew about this?”

The tips of Jamie’s ears turn red as he says, “Uh, yeah, so Sam’s been telling me I need to ask her out for like fuckin ages now. Always on me about how it’s dumb to keep checking my phone for her texts, especially because I haven’t even asked for her number or some shit.”

You swear that is the dumbest, cutest thing you’ve ever heard. 

“You want my number?” your voice comes out an octave higher than you’d like it to.

Jamie turns to you. “Uh, yeah, yeah I do. Been meanin’ to ask you, but I dunno, I keep telling myself you’re just being nice to me ‘cause of your job. Didn’t want to be fuckin weird.”

You smile. “Jamie Tartt, for someone so intelligent you really are dumb sometimes.”

He looks pleased with the compliment, then offended, then he realizes what you’re saying. His face goes through those expressions in a moment and then your hand is on the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss.

Keeley looks on with a smile and Roy stares at the ceiling uncomfortable.

You break apart and Roy says, “Oi, Tartt!”

You and Jamie turn to look at him, arms still around each other.

“This better mean you’re done fucking up practice.”

“Yes coach,” Jamie mock-salutes.

Roy gives him a singular nod, and with that, he and Keeley head out the door. Keeley gives you a little wave and a thumbs up to Jamie.

“Now, where were we?” Jamie asks. “Oh, right…”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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Say Cheese - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

A steamy after-work rendezvous with the Tribal Chief and his princess is captured in 4K.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: SMUT

Word count: 4.9k 

Song Muse: "Sativa" by Jhene Aiko and Rae Sremmurd

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The audible smacking of lips and sliding of tongues was the seductive tune serenading the lovers, seemingly drowning out the actual song blaring from the speakers of the hotel suite. It started out with soft, gentle pecks, but ever so greedy, he’d taken it up a notch, kissing her more hungrily at the same time he lifted her up onto the kitchenette’s counter. That lethal tongue of his consumed the insides of her mouth, earning his deep chuckle at her needy moan as her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. 

“We are so bad, we should be at the party,” she giggled against his succulent lips, sneaking her hands behind the nape of his neck to tug his ponytail loose. “People are gonna notice we’re not there. ‘Specially you, Mr. Tribal Chief.”

He pulled away long enough to huff, “Well, that's on you. You’re the one who kept rubbin’ on my dick the entire ride back here, making me so hard everyone woulda seen it.” Picking up the half-drunk bottle of Cristal next to her, he took a large gulp before handing it to her. “Gon’ be boring as shit anyway. Fuck the party,” he added.

“Nah, I’d rather fuck you,” she stated, making her intentions clear, loving the way his eyes blazed at her bold statement. 

“That’s my girl.” He showed his appreciation by tongue-kissing her slowly, coaxing her to follow his lead and match his energy. She wasn’t inexperienced at all, but each time they kissed, she felt like a virgin being taught for the very first time. Emboldened by the alcohol in her system and the passionate moment, her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against his prominent erection pressing between her parted thighs that his big hands caressed so lavishly, all while their mouths sought the depths of each other’s sensual taste. 

It took Cleo Parker-Jones just three months after her main roster call-up to get Roman Reigns in her bed. It probably would have been quicker if it wasn’t for his part-time schedule and her focusing on proving herself on the blue brand. Whenever he did show up to work, they did not get too many moments alone. But each time they did, they made the absolute most of it. Flirty banter. Suggestive winks. Subtle caresses as they grew closer. Soon, she was sneaking into his locker room or his bus for intense make-out sessions that left them both breathless and hungry for more. The sparks flew between them and it was only a matter of when and not if they would seal the deal.

Of course they did, and it was glorious. The man was blessed by the dick fairy and he backed it up with incredible, toe-curling bedroom skills that challenged even her own renowned stamina and athleticism. The not-so-amicable end of her last relationship had left Cleo lonely and horny, and she knew right after having her first taste of the Tribal Chief that she wouldn’t be able to leave him alone. Luckily, the feeling was mutual, as he kept coming back for more…and more…and more…

Fast forward a rollercoaster of a year and she was now Miss Money in the Bank, Smackdown’s fastest rising star at twenty-six years old…and Roman Reigns’ sugar baby. Of course, the perks were perking…Traveling in Business Class or in his own jet, designer outfits and accessories, late-night lobster dinners in restaurants shut down just for them, phone bill and house rent paid up, luxury hotel suites like the one they were currently in, enjoying a little after-party of their own after ghosting the one downstairs. But there was nowhere else she would rather be, especially since he would be gone in the morning while Cleo wrestled around the country, missing him something fierce. She never thought she would be in this kind of relationship, but this fun, adorable, generous, criminally sexy older guy had her wondering why she’d never considered it. He took care of her, pampered her, and satisfied her every need. He made her feel like a princess and that was all she’d ever wanted in a man.

She pushed him firmly to catch her breath, lightheaded from his delicious kisses, and licked her plump and swollen lips while staring up at him. Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly flicking each one open to expose his smooth, bronzed, tattooed chest inch by inch, noting the way he shivered as her short acrylic nails gently scraped his skin. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his open shirt and his hair loose and wavy; he strongly resembled those romance novel cover models from back in the day.

“Let me down so I can suck on my favorite lollipop,” she requested.

Without hesitation, Roman picked her up off the counter and brought her down to her feet before him. Lowering down to a squat, she backed him up against the counter and relieved him of his slacks with nimble hands. Her darkened eyes leered at his erection bulging impatiently through his Nike briefs, the front stained with his arousal for her. Her fingers peeled the elastic waistband down his muscled thighs, his long, hefty dick almost slapping her in the face when she set it free.

Roman’s breathing quickened as Cleo curled her fist around the throbbing length, squeezing out the bead of precum that clung to the tip. Their hazy gazes locked as her tongue darted out to catch it, licking the underside of his cock before guiding him between her lips, coaxing a deep sigh out of the Samoan.

“Unnnh, shit, Cleo,” Leaning back against the counter for balance, he nearly knocked over his iPhone in the process. Jerkily groping for the device, he picked it up, glanced between his Home Screen and Cleo’s bobbing head, and a naughty idea came to him. Tapping his thumb on the screen to find the camera, he couldn’t hold back his moan when her image materialized through the lens, making his dick disappear in her hot mouth like a magician.

"Smile for the camera, baby, I wanna remember this..." he said.

Her big brown eyes fluttered in his direction, and he tapped the button, the snap sound capturing the image of her pouty lips sealed tight around his dick forever. He firmly gripped the back of her head, struggling to take the picture three more times as she sucked him deeper and harder.

"You can just record it," she pulled him out to say.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “For real?” 

“Yeah. Have something to remember me by when you’re away from me.”

This was new. Sure, they’d exchanged dozens of nude selfies and some raunchy solo videos, but they were yet to put any of their sexscapades on film. His train of thought evaporated when a thick string of spit fell from her lips onto his milky brown length. His vision blurred as she then swallowed him up in one go, her sucking more audible from the gathering saliva, her hands twisting determinedly around his erection. As best as he could, he hurried to select the video setting on his phone and hit Record, his fingers digging into her scalp as the vibrations from her moans almost had his knees buckling. 

“Aw man, that mouth is fuckin' goated, princess,” he encouraged, raising his phone higher to get a better shot of her working him. He loved it when she got into it like this, so nasty and with so much passion and concentration. “This what you been waitin’ for all night, huh? This big dick deep down your throat?” he taunted.

Cleo blinked up at him with her long lashes, her naughty smile stretched by his girth. He looked so hot, bare-chested, staring down at her with his hair falling over his face. She could tell he was close already, the veins in his dick seemed to spring to life and thicken in her hand. With every suck, she made sure to moan around his big beautiful cock and let her tongue slurp all over it for extra stimulation. Her goal was to drain him, to wring him dry and make him lose his sanity. 

But not just yet.

Abruptly, she pulled away, sliding him out of her mouth with an audible pop as she said, “Okay, my feet hurt, I ain’t Megan Thee Stallion.” She raised her arms, gesturing for him to pull her back up.

Roman fought back a whine as his cock twitched pitifully from the sudden absence of her oral attention. Her annoyingly sexy smirk told him she was screwing with him again like she liked to, but he kept it to himself, inwardly promising to get his lick back. With shaking hands, he stopped filming and helped her stand up, watching her wobble a little in her high heels. 

Her lilac-colored nails wrapped around the neck of the Cristal bottle as she picked it up for a sip, and poked out her tongue to let the drink drip from it. It was bait, and Roman seized it with a needy growl, lapping up the alcohol with his tongue and making a messy transfer from her mouth onto his. God, he had the tastiest kisses, even coupled with the bittersweet flavor of champagne. When he pawed at the obscenely low neckline of her dress and his mouth latched on to her hardened, bare nipple, her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest as that familiar feeling of desire bloomed within her. 

“This dress is sexy as fuck, princess, but I want it off,” he demanded.

“You can take it off me, Daddy. Let’s go to the bathroom first. And bring your phone with you.” She took him by the hand and led him like a little boy across the large suite. Roman’s mouth watered as he watched her curvy hips sway from side to side as she walked. The things this girl did to him. It’s been a long time since he felt this way about any woman, since he’d been this happy and excited to be with someone. Initially, he felt like a dirty old man taking advantage of the beautiful, bright-eyed young starlet. But that reasoning was short-lived as Cleopatra proved from the jump to be more mature, more well-rounded and more in control than she liked to let on. He liked that a lot about his princess.

The backlit mirror in the fancy bathroom stretched over two sinks, the perfect backdrop for the sinfulness that was about to transpire. With a sultry smile, Cleo bent over one sink and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her black g-string nestled between her bountiful round globes. Using two fingers, she parted her folds and circled them gently over her labia, never taking her eyes off her big bad lover man, his phone recording her every move even though his eyes were glued to her soaking wet folds. With her slippery fingers, she rubbed her pussy before bringing them to her mouth to suck them like a pacifier, her moan low and sultry from her own taste.

"Mmm. Come closer, Daddy, I want you," she purred.

As he did, she took his phone and propped it up against the mirror in front of her, leaving the video running. His hulking form towered over her, his body molded into hers, his aching erection straining against her backside. His tongue darted out between his lips as his hands roamed her body. His expansive paws caressed her curves and the fleshy mounds of her ass, his thumb brushing over the phoenix tattoo just above her right buttock. Cleo loved that this Adonis of a man never seemed able to keep his hands off of her. Having done some work on her body, naturally and surgically, she hoped the change would take her places. Never did she think that said place would be in the arms of the face of the WWE. Her career progression, along with his constant attention, was validation that her investment was paying off.

"Look at the camera while I eat this pussy, baby," he instructed. He had the bottle of Cristal in his other hand, and he turned it over and poured the liquid all over her ass, drenching her already damp panties. She watched as he disappeared behind her, and a hiss slipped from her lips as she felt his mouth on her ass, kissing and biting softly. The feel of his long fingers squeezing her cheeks as he licked the champagne off her skin was incredible. He rolled her panties down to meet her stilettos and ran his hands up and down her smooth, toned legs, widening them to expose her wet, glistening pussy from behind. Her stomach fluttered and her loins clenched as he left a trail of big, wet kisses on her inner thighs.

"Your pussy is so pretty, baby girl. Just like you."

He started suckling her folds, using that godly tongue of his to split them apart and lap at her opening. The faster and deeper he moved his tongue, the louder Cleo moaned, all while doing her best to focus on the camera like he wanted. Fuck, his lips were so soft, his tongue warm and fat and heavenly as they worked together to devour her aching cunt.

The Tribal Chief reached around her front, slipping one hand between her thighs. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock reacting to her throaty moans, he pushed his middle fingers inside of her and pumped, reveling in the panting, whimpering mess he'd turned her into. She reached behind her to grab the back of his head, only for him to shove her hand away and slap her ass in warning. Cleo groaned loudly as his finger plunged deeper, nudging that sweet little spot that made her eyes roll back as the pressure built and built. She braced her hands on the sink and rode his face and fingers, grinding her hips until she couldn't anymore. She howled her pleasure as the orgasm quickly overtook her and she came in his mouth and all over his thick beard. The sensation so overwhelming that her legs nearly gave out where she stood.

"I need you to come like that on my dick," Roman murmured as he rose to his feet. Ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, he wrapped a steadying arm around her before guiding her face to his. She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, swiveling nastily with hers, devouring each other as though only the other could quench their thirst.

"I can't get enough of you, Cleopatra. Every time I think I'm satisfied, the hunger comes back stronger." He burrowed his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting her flowery scent fill his lungs. "Everything about you makes me so hard. I need you, baby girl."

His voice and his words caressed her heated skin with the same devastating effect as his hands on her. Suddenly, her dress was too tight, too constricting, prompting her to pull it over her head with his help and throw it somewhere far away. She gasped as he immediately reached for her breasts, rolling their softness in his callused palms. Her gaze flickered from the mirror to the camera and back, catching his eye as he winked slyly at her.

She yelped a little as he smacked her hard on her behind, once on each cheek. His hand print seemingly seared into her ass, but she didn't dare say a word. As she waited for his next move, he stepped back, though she could still feel the mass of his thighs warming her backside. Suddenly, she heard the frantic, sticky sound of his hand jerking his dick. She almost melted at his expression through the mirror, his eyes clouded over, his beard glistening with her cum, his lips parted as he pleasured himself right in front of her, holding out on her. As "Sativa" played in the background, Cleo began to throb and pulsate, the anticipation getting her wetter by the second. The fact that he was making her wait sent her hormones into overdrive. Her honey dripped, rolling down her thighs.

When he was done, Roman grabbed the phone and held it right above her backside. His free hand rubbed all over her round ass before he grabbed his dick and spanked it on her ass, feeling harder and bigger than before on her skin. Reaching behind her, Cleo pulled her ass cheeks apart to help him sink inside her with one long thrust. He stroked inside her at a moderate pace, relishing in her sweet cream already streaking his dick. The mirror gave them the perfect view and eye contact. They could see each other's faces when their expressions changed, feel the shudder of their bodies when they moved and when they moaned with pleasure. Damn, what a beautiful sight, all captured on camera for their viewing pleasure.

"Ya know what? Throw that ass back for Daddy," Roman spoke roughly, his large hand clutching her waist and slowly rocking her back and forth on his cock, "This fat, sexy chocolate ass...fuck my dick with it..."

Planting her hands on the marble surface to steady herself, Cleo bit down on her lip as pushed back against him, pausing every couple of seconds to grind on him because he liked it when she did that. More heat bloomed within her loins at the satisfied groans falling from his lips, as he brought his hand down on her ass yet again. Moaning softly, she bounced faster against him, her pussy gripping him tight with each slide inside her. He felt so good, made her feel so full and so ready to explode again as her walls massaged his girth.

"Like that, baby? You want it like that, my Tribal Chief?" she spoke breathlessly, "That dick feels so good Daddy...Oooh sh-"

Roman had grabbed her left leg and lifted it onto the sink, opening her pussy up to him. He held her down and pounded her hard from behind with drunken, reckless abandon. It did something to his brain when Cleo idolized him with all these pet names; Daddy, baby, Tribal Chief; it boosted his ego and made his dick harder knowing that he was indeed in God mode. As her reward, he delivered heavy, grinding strokes right up against her g-spot that intensified her cries and had her gripping the marble surface for dear life.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me where I'm at?" he said, angling the camera to view her flushed face.

"In my stomach." She could barely speak or think straight or even stay upright, weakened from the mindblowing pleasure surging through her. She lay slumped on the sink, her eyes closed, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she enjoyed him inside her. He knew he was hitting her spot whenever her long eyelashes fluttered and her heavy breaths actually stopped for a couple of seconds, her mouth open in a silent cry. His hand then wound around her throat, yanking her body up from the sink and against him with her back to his chest. Twisting her chin towards him, he covered her mouth with a hot, sloppy kiss, coaxing her moans out of her throat and into his. Blindly putting the phone back down, his hips accelerated, drilling her pussy with added force, their slapping wet skin reverberating around the bathroom. His fingers slipped south to strum her clit, making her body tremble, on the verge of complete collapse as each wave of ecstasy grew more incredible than the last.

"D-Daddy...Roman, fuuuuck!" she stuttered, clawing helplessly at his arm around her neck, trapped between the hard surface and his hard strong grip, unable to do anything but endure the dizzying tandem offence of his cock and his hand inside her.

"I can feel you, baby, you 'bout to come, ain't cha?" he asked, a husky groan slipping from his lips as her pussy tightened around him. "Unnnh god, you feel so good. Come for me babe, I want your cum all over my dick."

Cleo's moans dissolved into broken whines as he kept pummeling into her, nudging her closer to the edge until there was no room left and she toppled over headfirst. Her body jerked once, freezing and then shaking as liquid gushed out of her and all over his and her thighs. The ecstasy was blinding, numbing with its sheer intensity. "Shiiiit!" she cried out.

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Roman chuckled, letting her leg down and smacking her ass before spinning her around and lifting her to sit on the sink. His burly arms hooked beneath her knees, dragging her to the edge with his pelvis wedged against her clit. "Legs up, baby girl. Take the camera and watch Daddy fuck his pussy," he ordered.

Cleo licked her lips as she grabbed his phone, staring into the camera with unfocused eyes for a moment before directing it downwards to their naked, sweat-slick bodies. The Tribal Chief shuddered at the contrast of her pretty pink pussy against her russet skin. So fucking sexy. He rubbed his dick left and right like a windshield wiper over the fat, puffy pussy lips before patting her clit with it. "I'ma go nice and slow this time so you can feel all of me," he told her, groaning out loud as he slid in.

Chills ran down her spine as his magic dick stroked her right there, that lower sensitive part of her pussy that made potential orgasms creep in faster than usual. Roman knew exactly where that spot was, and he focused the pressure of his dick there, never stopping his onslaught.

"Shit...fuck that pussy, Daddy, fuck me, oooh yeahhh..." Cleo moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his dick beating her pussy up, testing the stretch of her walls. It felt so good that her grasp on his phone began to falter. Roman noticed, and he took it from her, extending his arm so that the camera caught the entirety of both their bodies, showing off his messy dick pumping in and out of her creamy pussy.

"Look at us, princess, look how good you take Daddy's big dick. Fuckin' beautiful," he said. She followed his gaze into the camera, honing in on his trademark smoldering lip curl that she always found so hot. Her pussy agreed, leaking just a little bit more for his benefit and hers.

With her arms braced behind her, her legs spread wide and looking right into the camera lens, Cleo watched her lover go to town on her, his dick finding the bottom of her pussy. His strong, toned hips bounced off hers, his increasingly ravenous strokes causing her walls to pulse around his girth. Searching desperately for something else to grab onto, she clutched the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down hard on hers. A clattering noise sounded, and she felt both his hands curl around her throat as he nipped at her lips, his tongue tangling with hers. When he pulled back, the light in his eyes was gone, completely blown with lust and need, and Cleo couldn't help but smile with pride. A warm thrill always rushed through her to see him like this; this huge, powerful, unflappable man losing all composure and control and losing himself in her and in the pleasure she was giving him. It was the biggest ego boost, probably a bigger achievement than anything she'd done in the ring, to know that no one else did this to him or made him feel like this.

Their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air while he rocked into her, his dick sliding in deeper with each roll of his hips. His phone lay unattended next to them, having dropped it in the heat of passion. Even as her climax loomed, Cleo still had the wherewithal to prop the phone back up against the wall facing them, not wanting to miss the money shot of their coupling.

"I'm 'bout to come, baby," Roman rasped, his movements intensifying.

"Me too, come in my pussy Daddy, come in me," she whimpered,  her belly warming with the molten heat of an impending explosion.

Her breathless mewls propelled the snapping of his hips, his growls more uninhibited and desperate as he held her legs tighter and fucked her like an animal. Her head banged back against the mirror and her body arched into his with a keening cry, her nails digging into his biceps as her arousal crescendoed and splintered her into a hundred pieces. It felt like the music was playing directly in her brain from how hard she was coming.

"Yeah, come all over me, fuck, Cleo, I love this pussy so much. Daddy 'bout to come so hard for you, ah, mmmhhh..."

The jolt of his big frame and the thick grunt that followed gave him away. His thrusts stopped, and he held himself still inside of her, his head thrown back while he came inside the warm tunnel of her pussy, making the sexiest noises as he lost himself to unbridled pleasure. Cleo moaned with him as her body jerked from the force of his pulsing cock filling her up with his seed. She grinned lazily into the lens knowing that the entire scene was captured perfectly. As he crumpled in her arms, she left a string of kisses along his cheek and his neck, holding him close in a sudden desperate need to crawl into his skin as they descended from the incredible high together.

After the world had quieted and the room had stopped spinning, he straightened his back, kissing her before he pulled his dick out, watching his cum ooze from her pussy. She reached down to spread her pussy lips open while he picked up his phone again to get a closeup of the creampie that he created.

"Feed me our cum, Daddy," Cleo begged with her soft spoken voice. She watched as he swiped two fingers inside her and held up their joined fluids to her lips. Her mouth eagerly weaved around the digits, sucking and licking up their cum juices thoroughly, making him moan at the sexy visual.

"I've trained you well, my baby girl. You like this freaky shit just as much as I do," he teased, kissing her again as his arms wrapped around her waist. This was probably the part Cleo liked the best; the quiet after the storm, the cuddles and sweet butterfly kisses; basking in the afterglow as her love for him continued to blossom and deepen.

"You okay?" he asked, massaging her back in soothing circles as he looked at her.

"Mmm-hmm," she sighed blissfully in response.

"Mmm, that shit was fire, baby. Damn. I know that video is gonna be a masterpiece when we look back at it."

Cleo giggled in agreement, cradling his face in her hands and smoothing her thumbs over his beard, watching him visibly relax from her delicate touch. "Send it to me. I plan on having a lot of fun with it when you're not around."

"Dirty girl," he replied playfully with another sweet kiss, leaning down to help her take off her shoes. "Speaking of, what's TV like for you on Friday? It's the run-in angle from Damage Ctrl, right?"

"Yep. I'm off all through next week to sell the beatdown. Why?"

"Perfect. I'm at my place in Palm Springs for a week. Come meet me there after the show. I'll send you your flight details. Gabriel will take you to the airport and I'll come get you when you touch down. Bring a couple of bikinis and dinner dresses. You need some money for those, babe?"

Shaking her head no, she smiled the sweetest smile and hugged him. He spoiled her so much. She still had to pinch herself sometimes that this was her life. "You take such good care of me, Daddy. I lo-...I appreciate you."

If he caught the near slip-up, he didn't show it. "I appreciate you too. You should know by now that I love spending my money on you and taking care of you. So your fine ass better get used to it if you ain't."

Get used to it. She couldn't help but let her imagination run amuck at those words. Was it possible that he saw something more concrete between them? After all, they pretty much acted like boyfriend and girlfriend and most of the roster knew they were a thing. Deep down she longed for confirmation, but she also didn't want to ruin their great dynamic by overcomplicating it with an "official" label.

"Question. That video is in safe hands, right?" she changed the subject, making Roman snicker at the tinge of trepidation in her voice.

"Relax. The security on my phone is double-cheeked up," he insisted.

"You sure? Cuz I'mma smash your phone to pieces if I have to," she warned. "My folks will kill me if that video ever leaked."

Her cute little threat had him chuckling. She was so adorable. "Easy, tiger. It's safe, for mine and your eyes only. I'd never do anything to embarrass my baby girl." He stroked her chin gently, his eyes soft and filled with a warm, tingling emotion that brewed inside him only for this beautiful, exciting woman and seemed to grow stronger every day. He knew what it was, and he secretly prayed that it was not one-sided.

Their lips met once more in a gentle, sensual kiss that neither of them wanted to end. The disappointment sinking inside Cleo when he pulled away quickly vanished as he picked her up and carried her towards the shower. Again, she let him take her wherever the hell he wanted to. As long as she got to be with her Daddy, it didn't matter where they went. Sooner or later, with the right timing and persuasion, she would finally gather the courage to tell him she was in love with him.

THE END

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𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐜 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

Characters: Steven Grant, Nathan Bateman, Llewyn Davis, Jake Lockley, Blue Jones Summary: Oscar Characters characters teaching subjects at school. Warnings: None WC: 1.7k

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 - 𝗛𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

His natural passion and accidental ability to hyper-fixate on things means he can teach all the required topics with ridiculous detail, but we all know which subject he dominates best.

The vast majority of the students adore him. Mr Grant’s lessons are always fun, he lets the class make posters (that include all nine members of the Ennead), do Kahoot quizzes, create live re-enactments of historical events. Even when he’s just talking off a power point, his voice, mannerisms and tendency to act things out has the children engrossed and giggling. 

The classroom walls are absolutely littered with posters, some bought and some done by students. There's inspiring quotes, positivity kittens and Egyptian puns.

Not only is he a good teacher, but a good mentor. Being autistic himself, he notices any neurodivergent or “othered” kids and makes it a point to find what they’re passionate about and working it into their curriculum. If someones struggling he’ll arrange one-on-one time, asking them what they’re strengths are not just to help figure out how to work with them, but to remind them they have strengths.

While most students do love him, the few troublemakers know he’s not the strictest and thus will absolutely take the piss. Feigning ignorance and struggles as an excuse to why they missed a deadline or didn’t do the homework. Steven, the optimist he is, is always happy to give second, third and fourth chances. It does take that long for him to realise they’re not genuine, and yet he’ll still try, convincing himself that he’ll be able to turn them straight with the magic of friendship.

𝗡𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 - 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

It would be like finding a needle in a haystack trying to find a single student in the many years Nathan had been teaching that didn’t, at least at one point, absolutely despise him. Mr Bateman was far from the friendliest, lax teacher to his students, bordering on a bit of an asshole really. He had an absolute zero tolerance policy for time wasting, messing around and not giving 100%. All students were expected to keep up, get the work done on time and spend time studying and completing exercises at home. If you didn’t do that, you weren’t trying hard enough.

The common conception of a hard-ass wasn’t ill fitting, but it wasn’t without reason. Mr Bateman was a hard-ass because he wanted his students to grasp every opportunity at their disposal and stretch their potential. Some people were born smarter, some learned quicker from a young age but every single person could better themselves regardless of whether they started at Level 10 or Level 0. 

It also shouldn’t be said that he wanted students that simply obeyed. It was a story passed down to students about the time a student, in a fit of frustration and defiance to the teacher that always pushed them, completely disregarded the set code structure and wrote their own entirely new one that completed the aim function. While everyone would expect them to be given weeks worth of detention and a reaming, but Mr Bateman simply smiled, said well done and moved on with the lesson. Apparently the kid managed to get a full paid scholarship into top university, but that was just hearsay. Rumour has it his middle name is Hamlet too, snickering students will whisper.

Besides his rigid teaching style, not much is known about him. The classroom is minimalist, only a coffee flask and a pot of three black ballpoints sit on his desk. The walls are sparse beyond a handful of posters about common coding knowledge.

𝗟𝗹𝗲𝘄𝘆𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀 - 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰

The beginning of every new school year followed the same routine. Kids would hear their music teacher was a published artist, get insanely excited, go to class then realise published was not synonymous with success and wither with disappointment. Mr Davis gave up caring years ago, at least he finally had a steady gig, albeit at the cost of his soul.

Classes were average. Sometimes students were treated to his natural singing voice, something that always sparked smiles and attention from the kids, but usually lessons were Llewyn bearing through kids bashing piano keys and drum pads as he wandered around and did his best to tutor them through it.

To kids that were required to take the class, it was alright. Mr Davis wasn’t a hard ass, although it did drain his soul to see kids blind to the brilliance and potential of music. His homework mostly consisted of practicing at home or listening to different genres. To kids that genuinely enjoyed music, it was bliss. Mr Davis was no dream mentor for sure, he was quite stubborn about what he thought “good music” sounded like, but when he sat with someone he could share the passion with, the kid would feel like an equal. 

The classroom was always open to kids that wanted time to practice, he knew what an escape music could be, and would never hesitate to sit and work out a song or even add his guitar to whatever a student was playing.

The room was a riot on a good day. All sorts of instruments littered and surrounded the desks, posters of musicians and notes and the different types of brass instruments lined the walls and there was always something playing in the background. A basket of fruit and cereal bars was always sat fully stocked next to the door, with a “Help Yourself” sign stuck to it. No one knew why, and no one ever thought to question it.

𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘆 - 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵

Spanish was always a full class, no matter what year or whether the students actually cared about Spanish. Students either swooned over him or wanted to be his friend. Mr Lockley knew, although had no clue why, but who cares as long as he was able to spread some Spanish around. The point is, Mr Lockley had no enemies at school.

Like a typical Spanish teacher, the register was taken in Spanish, if you wanted to ask to go to the toilet it had to be Spanish and if you wanted to pass notes in class they had better be in Spanish. He wasn’t the most forgiving, the man expected homework to be in on time and god help you if it was google translate. Mr Lockley would call you out, make you re-do it in his class at lunch or give detention to repeat offenders.

If students had been doing reasonably well he’d bring in some traditional Latin American foods for students to try, turn on a Spanish movie or even treat them to a little story about his past. Remember the Chef in Ratatouille that killed a guy with one thumb? That's the type of nonsense he talked about, albeit a bit more kid friendly. Most of the stories were embellished tales of him saving a grannies purse from being stolen, but some students always wondered about that hardened, broody looking teacher.

Mr Lockley prefers to keep his help to class time, long past learning his lesson about the very obvious students that came to him giggling and blushing behind their hands. On a rare occasion however, he will accept a student that comes knocking, overly apologetic and pleading for just a little help on their assignment, especially if the student is a quiet one. His lunch is set aside and he gestures for the student to take a seat before going over it with them, helping them with pronunciation, never shaming them or getting annoyed if they make a basic mistake. At the end he’ll even teach them how to say shit in Spanish, if they can keep it a little secret.

The classroom has posters of different Latin American countries, verbs and nouns, the different gendered terms. His desk was a little cluttered, a ‘Mejor Profesor’ mug, papers half marked and some drawings done by students hung nearby.

𝗕𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 - 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆

No one's favourite teacher but everyone knew him and had something to say. If a student had him later in the day they’d need to pray the morning classes were well behaved or pray they knew someone in said classes that could give a heads up on his moods. It didn’t matter either way, you could walk in one him sucking on his lower lip and glaring the entire class down and walk away with him smiling and patting backs. It was every student for themselves in that class. The only consistency was the white lab coat he wore. 

There were obvious favourites, usually people who found a good balance of kissing his ass but not too overtly, asking for help while still expressing basic knowledge. If you asked too many questions, he would openly sigh or ignore you for someone else. If you gave an answer he thought was stupid, he wouldn’t hide the hands raking over his face in annoyance. If you were quiet and kept to yourself, you’d skirt by okay until one day in the middle of a lesson he calls your name with a faux chirp, predatory smile and ask a question. Answer correctly and you can rest assured he'll (probably) leave you alone for the next few lessons, answer wrong and enjoy doing exam questions as practice.

Detention for even a hint of a Breaking Bad reference. Openly hated a student named Jessie. Weirdly, students notice it's not the chemistry part that annoys him, it's the inaccurate portrayal of drug transactions and the costs. No one has dared ask why he knows so much about that.

Mr Jones’ door is usually locked at lunch and after class, he'll blatantly ignore any student that knocks and continue eating. On the stray chance a rare student manages to find him outside the class and has the balls to stop him, with his trademark sigh he'll begrudgingly set up a day and time to help them. It'll be a one-on-one session filled with eyerolls and being talked down to, but you'll get lots of extra knowledge and he'll even throw some of his old textbooks at you for free. Weirdly, he won't bother you in class anymore, just giving you a little smile out the corner of his eye.

The classroom has old periodic table posters from the teacher that retired years before him, and classroom rules about remembering to wear goggles or you'll go blind. The only thing on his desk besides several piles of paper is teacher mugs with variations of chemistry puns he pretends to hate.

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[strangerhottotties]

Mad Sounds - Part 2 - E.M.

Part 1

Summaries: You get Eddie's assignments back for the week and you have a meeting in his van to discuss...

Warnings: Horny shit. Minors fuck off. Mentions of masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight heavy petting and VERY brief grinding.

A/N: Just on my whore shit. I'm finally evening out after coming off birth control so the engine's warming for the first time all year. I share this with you at your own risk. My husband, ever my cheerleader picked out Eddie's test scores for the first couple weeks. Please enjoy.

Special thank you to my bestie who edited this and gave music recommendations: Taylor Swift's 'I Can See You' and 'Dress'.

All week Eddie hovered over you, never was he more than five minutes late to a study session. His newfound eagerness to study had turned more than a few heads. But ever the attention whore, he had turned his audience to you exclusively as much as he possibly could.

Every visit to your locker to retrieve books, he was right there to smile at you brazenly, eyes sliding over your form. It thrilled you. You had an incentive that no one else had ever offered, it fed your confidence. Eddie, ever the flirt, always held doors open for you, now insisted on being as gentlemanly as he possibly could.

All week he's been flashing a crisp red folder at you. Every time you see it, a tingle begins beneath your skin. The flat cardstock you always expect to warp, but the only distortion was the exaggerated hand drawn font across the front. Inside contained every assignment he'd received a grade for this week.

When the final bell rings on Friday afternoon, you make your way to your locker. Your eyes draw up towards your locker and catch a glimpse of Eddie leaning against the set of your lockers. He's a constant in the flow of bodies eager to leave the premises. His eyes as you approach are downright insidious, utterly wicked as he notices you. He fans himself that red folder.

"Hey, Honey," he hums, smile twisting with false sweetness like he was made of Aspartame. "I do hope you're prepared to pay up. I worked hard for these grades."

There were only three classes you were tutoring him in. The remaining classes he needed to graduate. Mr. Allen's Chemistry, Mrs. O'Donnel's Advanced Algebra, and Mr. Jones's Government class.

Thankfully your blush is minimal as you stop in front of the blocked lockers. "Hand 'em over," you hum, holding out your hand. He passes the folder into your hands and you're a little surprised by just how thick it feels in your hand.

He pushes off the wall and leans in close enough to your ear to taunt you that you can feel the heat of his breath fan across your cheek. "I even did the extra credit in Chem." You quirk an eyebrow at him as he holds you in an intense stare just inches from your face. You try to suppress your smile as you adjust the books in your arms to give it your full attention.

It'd be a lie to say that you weren't utterly feverish to discover exactly how good. How many times you thought of him tucked under you comforter at night, aching for his promises that he made last Friday. Aching to know how he tasted, what those talented fingers could do, and how much eagerly he wanted to touch you. Late nights filled with desperate, muffled whines for him. Keeping quiet as you squirm in the dark, wishing for the relief that his skin would give you, craving giving him anything he needed, being by Eddie Munson. 

He seemed pretty excited. "Extra credit, who are you and what have you done with Eddie?" You tease softly, your smile turning demure. Eddie's shoulders roll back as he tilts his head to the side, modeling his pretty neck for you. It reminds you of a brightly colored bird.

"What can I say, I really like my tutor." The hallways are beginning to clear as you flip open the folder and smile at the top page. His government test with a big, fat 'B-' on the top right corner. You flit your eyes over to his, where they burn with a darkness. He blows you a playful kiss.

"This is excellent Eddie!" You flip through his next couple assignments. "Two 'C's, a 'C+', 'B-', and a 'B', Extra credit..."

"I got full credit for it, does that count as an 'A+'." You flush as you consider. It certainly shouldn't go unrewarded if you wanted to encourage it. You draw out your consideration and his eyes light up with eagerness.

"I don't think this warrants that kind of reward," you answer honestly and he deflates, until you follow up with a... "but..." his head snaps up at that, "I kind of had a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" He asks. "Don't leave me in suspense, sweetheart." You glance around at the lingering student body.

"Can we go out to your van first?" You ask him quietly. His face goes blank and he snatches your hand to pull you towards the front doors. "Wait, wait, wait, Eddie!" you call and he halts as you dig the heels of your shoes into the tiled floor to yank him to a halt.

"What?"

"Let me get my bag first. It's in there." Eddie grins and turns around to sweep his hands at your locker. You smile and turn to open your locker, Eddie hanging over your shoulder.

"Do I get a hint?" he hums, but before you can answer, someone shouts his name from down the hall.

"Eddie, c'mon, what are you standing around for? We've got to set up!" You glance down the hall at Gareth and Jeff. Gareth is throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hold on!" He shouts and then turns his attention back to you.

"Do you need to go?"

"No, not even hellfire is getting between me and this surprise," he grins.

"Oh, you guys moved it to Friday?"

"Yeah, I figured we can tweak our schedule tomorrow. I can pick you up-"

"Hey, Eddie!" You giggle at the second interruption of the conversation. Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler's little brother, are jogging up to the irate metalhead. Eddie's mouth presses into a thin line as he regards the kids.

"What is it?" He sighs,

"What's up your ass?" Mike scoffs. You bite your lip to hold your laugh as you start filing through what books you'll need for weekend homework.

"Conversation, A," he points to himself, "B," he points to you, "see your way out of it!" You drag your bag out of your locker and close it. You hit him with an unimpressed look.

"Well, we wanted to ask," Dustin starts, "but I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Dustin, this is Mike." He holds his hand out with a toothy grin. You take his hand, shaking it with an introduction as Eddie slips up next to you.

"We're in Hellfire with Eddie and it's supposed to start in like, five minutes, would you like to join?" You blink with surprise.

"Oh, I don't know how to play D'n'D." You reply evenly. Eddie clears his throat softly.

"I could teach you," he offers, regarding you with playful eyes.

"Totally, it's actually super fun! It's based on strategy and there's a ton of different ways to play!" Mike encourages and receives a harsh look from the senior standing beside you. Eddie was being possessive of you, wanting your singular attention.

"Look, whatever this is..." He gestures between the two of them. "Lose it. I'll be in there. Give me... fifteen minutes?" He confirms with you.

"Be nice," you instruct him flatly before turning towards the two kids. "But fifteen minutes should do it." He rolls his eyes at the kids and grabs your hand to start dragging you away.

"Who'd have thought Eddie's girlfriend would be so nice?"

"Girlfriend?" You repeat in surprise to Eddie exclusively when he comes to a full stop at the word. The kids are walking away and thankfully don't hear your question.

"I never told them you were my girlfriend," he immediately discloses to you. You roll your eyes at him and continue you on, tugging at his hand but admiring the pretty blush that fans his cheeks.

"Come on, sweetiepea," you tease and he laughs awkwardly as you are both trotting into the parking lot.

"But, um," he rumbles in a far more sober tone, he pulls you to a stop, facing you directly. "I want to take you out." You tense as he says this.

"Oh." You sigh and glance around as you think. You shift on your feet as he tilts his face to the side. "You do?" You ask.

Eddie gives an awkward chuckle. "You don't?" He prompts. You teeter on your toes for a moment.

"I think it's more complicated than that, Eddie," you tell him softly, "but I'm... open to talking about it." He wets his lips and steps closer, eyes sliding across your eyes.

"Honey," he hums, "You don't have to go out with me, but... answer me this," he uses the knuckle of his free hand to nudge your chin up a bit, "Do you want... me?"

The air smells earthy. A contradiction in itself as dead leaves skirt across the asphalt of the draining parking lot. Eddie was washing his vulnerability across your skin with the trial of his voice. It was braver than you had any right to enjoy, but after a moment of thought you feel the need to meet him on that level, to share in that vulnerability so it wouldn't be quite so scary.

Your free hand drifts across his jean vest, taking in the coarse fabric as you reach for the collar. You grasp it firmly before pulling him closer to you. You breathe deeply before sighing out, "Yes."

It's simple as he nods. "That's so stupid of you," he responds with a nervous smile.

"Only if you make it so," you reply with a warning and he breathes shakily. You release him by the collar and continue pulling him to his van. He rushes to get to the passenger side for you, swinging the door open. "Thank you," you chirp and climb in. He trots around to the other side and slides into the driver's seat.

There is a heavy moment of silence as you glance at each other. "So, when I had you teach me something," you start as he twists to face you in the seat, "I wanted to model the studying after how you teach. I figure that's the easiest way for you to learn."

Eddie's eyebrows tilt up. "What was your conclusion?"

"Kinesthetic mostly," he gives you a crumpled look. "Hands on. You need to be apart of it, to tinker."

"How do you learn?"

"Writing and visually. The four main groups are kinesthetic, writing, visual, and audio. You are more audio and kinesthetic, if you're learning to play songs by ear." He tilts his head at you with interest. "So, that being said, you've responded the best so far to... motivation and you get distracted when your bored so I was worried that the motivation might get boring for you."

Eddie barks a laugh at you, eyes glittering. "Jeez, your brain is like a supercomputer, I swear." Your face twists at that and you bite your lip as Eddie's smile fades. "Hey, it's a compliment. I swear," he urges.

"I..." you start and fade off.

Eddie takes a deep frustrated breath and looks out at the parking lot. "I know I try to get under your skin," he starts, "but I hate it when you make that face. It kind of makes me sick to my stomach. It's not as fun as I expect it to be. So what did I say, that's the second time now."

You fiddle with the strap on your bag for a moment, fighting the tears away. "'I’m not a robot, Eddie. I have emotions and thoughts and... I don't always get... what's said in between the words. Logic is easier... that doesn't make me less human." A hand skirts across to brace on your knee and your stomach jumps.

"If anything," he coaxes, "it makes you superhuman. Better than the rest of us." You spare a glance over at him and find soulful, brown eyes glittering at you. "I've never met anyone who just... understands. I watch and I see, but you, you watch and you understand. I see the gears turning in your head all of the time. I wish I had that setting."

"It's not a setting, it's all the time. I can't just switch it off. My brain never stops." Eddie smiles at you, eyes crinkling with empathy.

"I think I understand that better than most. It's like fighting nature itself. Never a quiet moment." You nod at him, sighing out with some relief that he understood. He could conceptualize how you operated.

"Exactly."

Eddie's smile widens. "So, do I still get my surprise?"

It's your turn to smile at the way he defuses your tension. "Of course," you reply as he gives you a gentle squeeze of your thigh. You draw the cardboard out of your bag to reveal a spinning dial, expertly color coded. You present it to him as he laughs. "We could fill in with little things that if you're sick of my cookies or something you can spin for a possible change."

"I get to pick things out?" He chirps.

"Sure, as long as we both agree." Eddie grins maliciously and his fingers pinch the tender skin on the inside of your thigh, making you squeak and swat at his hand. His eyes widen.

"Are you ticklish?" He rumbles playfully.

"Eddie, you've got like five more minutes..." you warn sternly, pushing his hand away with an embarrassed glare. He pouts and leans in towards your face, eyes lit up like a cat that's noticed a mouse.

"Okay, okay... is that long enough for me to get the reward for my 'B-'?" Your cheeks flush further and you glance into the back of his van. That could be secluded enough you think.

"Okay," you hum softly and his eyebrows raise with delight.

"Really?"

"Mhmm." You nod your head towards the back of his van and he darts, snatching your hand to pull you after him.

"Please tell me I can unwrap you like a present," he begs and the way he asks makes your knees tremble enough that you wobble and stumble down on them after you've barely made it past the front seats. Eddie's eyes go wide as he tries to soften your fall.

"Ah, sorry!" You chirp, a little frazzled as you attempt to give him an embarrassed smile.

His grin etched across his face, full of salacious cues. "What, that get you excited, pretty girl?"

Your cheeks flare with heat as your brain sparks out and he must see it written on your face because his laugh is out right evil. He's corrosive to your steely exterior and there was nothing you could do to stop that. The only thing rotating through your head was Eddie's voice saying pretty girl on repeat.

Was that really all it took to fry your circuits?

"Uh-huh," fell from your mouth before you could stop it.

Eddie's face freezes, too as you cave into him. It was an excellent example of just how easy you were to bend under the right circumstances. Eddie swallows before giving you a possibly nervous laugh and kneeling down with you.

"I-I mean... shit," you say, hands covering your face in horror. Your nervous break has Eddie grinning and pulling your hands away from your mouth. "I didn't... mean to-to say that-that." You squeeze your eyes shut and your lip wobbles because the repeating words begin.

Eddie sets your palms down in your lap as he gives you a chuckle, wetting his lips. "I think I could use a little more of your honesty," he rasps and your breath hitches as he reaches for your waist, untucking your shirt and sweater with a wiggling motion from where they are secured in the waistband of your jeans.

You don't trust yourself to speak, not when he's staring right at you with those endless eyes. He's barely (technically not even) touching you and your chest is expanding deeper and deeper with each breath.

If you could only see inside his head, every ounce of delicate nervousness would be washed away. Every conscious moment had you. He felt like he was fourteen all over again, springing erections at the very smell of you or the curl of your shy smiles, the ones that had lingering of heat at the edges. The idea of you giving yourself over to him so easily.

If it had been any other girl, he'd have been excited, sure. He was twenty and a pretty girl offering her services as a reward would have simply been a brag. But it was you. You who had seemed so immune to his ridiculous boyish crush for years. You who had been impervious to every flirt he'd attempted throughout the years. You who was smarter than anyone he'd ever met. You who didn't give a shit if you were a cheerleader or if you were dating a jock. You who'd actually had a sense of justice. You... who offered yourself to him ooohhh so sweetly in his bedroom after a tearfilled confession.

It was torture.

He'd had to fuck his fist three times after you left that night just to be able to get rid of the ever-returning erection. Hell, you'd given him more than enough to work with.

"Fuck," he groans as he peels the sweater up over your head and you happily help but lifting your arms. "You don't even know how hot you look right now."

It makes you whimper.

Eddie freezes as he stares at you, his own chest rising and falling heavily. His fingers tremble as they work your buttons loose. The sounds of shaky breathing and the soft press of fabric sliding on fabric is filling the inside of the enclosed space. It's a little too stuffy in here but that makes your heart pound harder as his fingers glide gently over the skin of your shoulders.

It hitches your breath, the heat of his palms as he pushes the open blouse off your shoulders. Your brain, as if to prove your earlier conversation wrong, melts in the heat of the moment until you can't think. Those eyes scorch your skin as he takes in the silky hold of your breasts. He hooks his index fingers through the straps and drags them slowly down, savoring unwrapping you.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, face crumbling in distress as you feel the fabric flip under your breasts. His face is twisted as his eyes take a moment to dart up to yours. He opens his mouth to say something, but all that falls out is another soft, "Jesus Christ."

He looks closer to tears than you've ever seen. It's what drives you to lift up onto your knees and push closer, cupping his head in your hands. He's so close you can feel his damp breath breeze across your breasts. His hands rise to cradle your waist, sliding up you until with a jerk you're in his lap and gasping.

Your sternum collides a bit with his forehead as his hands start to creep upward. You smack his hands and he jerks away to stare at you like a kicked puppy. It almost works.

"What?"

"'B+'," you reply. "You... you've earned the right to... see them, and to... a picture, but you-you haven't earned feeling them," you whisper, voice already fighting to come out. Eddie's gaze softens and he nods obediently.

"Look so good," he sighs. "So good." There is a mutual understanding, the dangling that if he really wanted to, he could. He was inches away from his fingers gliding up to caress you in the way you ached for. Barely a breath away from scooping up your nipple with his tongue to taste. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of my rewards?” He asks, fingers dancing sweetly over your waist again.

A shuddering sigh leaves you and you swallow the saliva building in your mouth. Your thumbs trace his cheek bones. “Every night since you offered to touch me,” you manage on the edge of a sigh, cheeks deepening with color. Your eyes float up to gauge his reaction, flutter with the desire to turn away. His fingers tighten and knead the skin of your waist.

His mouth goes slack with want, eyes boring into yours. “I love your honesty. You’re being so good,” he praises softly.

It felt kind of torturous but as he adjusts you feel something nudge your center and your eyes snap down to the shape at the front of his pants. "He doesn't lie, you know," he promises you.

"No?" You find yourself smiling with mild amusement. "It's not like Pinocchio?" Eddie grins nearly drunkenly at your poor joke.

"The polar opposite... save for being woody," he rumbles back and juts his chin in your direction. He's staring at your mouth, his hands finding purchase on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles over your skin, sending tingles down your legs.

You sink curiously down into his lap and his eyes seal shut with a rather deep intake of his breath. Your heart is hammering at the sight as you feel yourself pulse against him. As he breathes out his eyes hood at you, mouth tilting towards yours.

You lean back with your shoulders, just barely out of reach of his kiss. A taunted groan rumbles in his chest. "No?" He hums.

You wet your lips, a demure smile spreading across your mouth as you shake your head at him. You find yourself biting your lower lips to keep you grounded.

"What do I have to do to earn that then?" He asks.

"Add it to the-the wheel?" You offer and his smile is stretching affectionately across his face. He sighs softly.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Eddie! You better get your ass out here!" Gareth roars as you're both scrambling in the back of the van.

Eddie launches you onto your back beside him as he scrambles up to the driver's seat and rolls the manual window down. It nearly knocks the adrenaline out of you as he grumbles about 'these friends cockblocking him'.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Eddie snarls as you're sliding your straps back in place and searching for your blouse.

"My problem? Dude, get out here! We're ready to start our campaign and you said 'fifteen minutes' twenty... two minutes ago."

"Gareth," Eddie seethes as you button the front of your shirt, not bothering with all of them before scrambling to put your sweater on.

"No- Eddie, get the fuck out here? What's more important than-" but then you're making contact with Gareth as you're tucking in your shirt, hair still tucked into both aspects of clothing. Eddie glances in the rear view mirror as you flush with embarrassment.

"Shit," Eddie sighs.

"You're really boning the valedictorian?" Gareth demands.

"No!" Eddie snaps. "We're not boning, okay?"

"Really?" His friend scoffs. "Just get in here!"

With that, Eddie gives a frustrated groan and rolls the window up, Gareth already left your slot of the window. When he twists around you give him a little wicked giggle that makes his eyebrows creep up his face.

"You think that's funny?" He accuses, eyes glinting as you giggle uncontrollably harder, hand covering your mouth as you shake your head at him. "Are you sure?" He teases creeping closer to you. Your giggles are getting more wicked until he's moving fast and you're all but tackled to the floor of his van.

Eddie pins your hands to the carpet, hovering directly in your face. "You better get your ass inside," you hum, "your subjects are waiting."

"But you see, there's one more nefarious thing that I must do."

"What's tha-ahmpf!" Eddie's mouth is on yours before you can finish your question, eyes widening as he intertwines your fingers. That heat you were feeling starts flooding your body back.

He's straddling you, and yet somehow his weight isn't enough. He's not resting against the one place you need it. But your mouth parts to mimic his hesitantly, regardless of your lower protests. You copy him, gasping quietly into his mouth, before he pulls back.

He sits back then, grinning down at you on the floor below him, flushed and pouting. "Had to steal a kiss from the princess in secret," he jokes, "don't pout, I'll earn my next one."

"I... want another one," you murmur and his eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. His warm laughter bounces off the walls of the van.

"Next time, we've got to go," he chirps and pulls you up.

"Do I... look decent?" You ask untucking your hair and fluttering your hands over it, hoping it's not too obvious what you were doing in the back of the van.

"You look stunning," he urges with a wink and climbs up front.

More pounding startles you from the wall of the van.

"Not what I meant and you know it!" You hiss but he opens the passenger door and you both file out. You snag your bag from the front seat, leaving the unfinished wheel on the passenger seat instead.

"Oh, and Eddie," you call, turning towards the two boys, you fish your hand into the front pocket of your bag. "For that 'B'... and the extra credit." His eyes widen as you draw two polaroids out of your bag. You'd prepared six... just in case. Six you thought looked good. There were more among the ash in your fireplace at home that were awkward angles (close to twenty more).

You can't look as you draw them out, too indecisive on which ones he'd like. He's in front of you like an obedient dog in an instant, taking them like it's gospel. 

"You were walking around all day with these in your locker?" He demands as Gareth tries to peek only to be met with a literal pushy Eddie. You grin, flushed deep pink, surely. His gaze goes gummy with heat again, melting under your soft seduction that you’re beginning to lean into. He was nothing but putty to your soft and genuine admiration of him. You’re finding how responsive he is to the warm and sticky center that he’s managed to find in the maze of your steel barricade.

"Bye, Eddie." You hum, thrilled with surprising and delighting him. 

"Bye, Honey," Eddie teases back, dazed as you turn on heel.

"Have fun with your board game club," you toss back and manage to get Gareth to snort. Eddie's eyes narrow on your own form retreating towards your car.

"What's that?" You hear his friend demand.

"I'll take your hand off. You’re not looking." You smile to yourself, stealing glances over your shoulder as the boys roughhouse.

Your first kiss stolen with the most delicious thievery you’ve ever tasted; the ghosting memory enchants your lips. You can still feel the heat of his calloused hands drifting over your thrumming skin. The scent of him, wearing on the day, still clinging to you as you settle into your car.

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Quarter Final One

Propaganda...

Edward Ferrars (1995) :

Edward gets a bad rap because he's quiet and the whole lucy steele situation but he doesn't get enough credit for how honourable he is! It's easy to have honour when it costs you nothing he knows he'll be miserable with lucy but he knows it's the right thing and to do so he sticks to his guns and does it anyway despite the opposition from his family and to me that is hot! Also yes he makes mistakes but his family are vile - he grew up with Fanny and Robert and is still a good man! Also he looks like hugh grant and plays fun games with Margaret and he understands Elinor in a way no one else does - Hot!Hot!Hot!

Mr Darcy (1995) :

Colin Firth (1995) is book Darcy brought to life. He uses tiny gestures and looks to communicate with us and Elizabeth… his struggle is so subtle but so palpable. A beautiful asshole with a creamy nougat center. Just perfect.

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Those heart-eyes right up above☝️? Hot!

Passive-agressively drinking tea? Hot!

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The way he rushes over to see Elizabeth at Pemberley on those delicious long legs of his with that slutty wet curl hanging over his forehead? Hot!

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Fencing? Hot!

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The way he is so concerned about Elizabeth crying and takes her hand even though he shouldn't? Hot!

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This dimple-y smile of pure joy because he knows he's married to Elizabeth freaking Bennet? Hot!

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Colin Firth Darcy is simultaneously immaculately put together and entirely falling apart internally. The wet shirt scene is so iconic not (only) because ‘oooh almost-shirtless sexy man’, but because it’s a metaphor for how he’s absolutely falling apart!!! This is a private moment, when he doesn’t think anyone can see him. And then he bumps. into. Lizzie. At his house!! And the entire sequence that follows with him rushing out still doing his jacket up to catch her before he leaves. They are both on the back foot and it’s THAT moment of confusion that opens a more honest dialogue between them.

Without Firth in a lake you wouldn’t get Macfadyen in a downpour!

There's a reason why Colin Firth is forever known as Mr. Darcy above all other roles he's had and will have! Even ignoring the wet white shirt, which has become A Thing now, he is so hot with his curly hair and his little half smiles and his intense looks of longing and his legs that go on for milessss.

This cannot be real. My fellow Jane Austen people. Without Colin Firth’s Darcy we wouldn’t have 90% of modern JA content. He opened a door and there was no turning back for modern culture. There would be no MacFadyen standing half undressed in a field at dawn without Firth jumping into a lake first. There would be no hand flex if there hadn’t been Firth doing his best impression of a man undressing Elizabeth Bennet with his eyes and hating himself for liking it. There would be no Bridgerton without Bridget Jones. Let’s face it people. We wouldn’t be here having these arguments if Colin Firth had not been Mr Darcy.

Colin Firth understood Mr. Darcy in a way no other actor ever has. He is awkward as fuck in a way that comes across as snooty and judgmental on a first watch-through, then can be read as awkward and longing on a second time. His performance had such depth while looking extremely shallow at first glance. This man WAS Mr. Darcy. (I love 2005, as well, and I love Matthew McFayden, but he was awkward for awkward sake.) Colin Firth made Darcy's awkward look snooty and aloof.

THE socially awkward Darcy is the 1995 Darcy - look at him coming and sitting in awkward silence with Elizabeth pointedly asking her if she wants to live a long way from her family (to obvious relief) and then abruptly leaving - vote for him please 😭😭😭😭

Colin Firth served so much as Darcy that when they did Bridget Jone's diary, they brought him back.... AS DARCY. The smoulder. The angst. The man is the quintessential Darcy.

“Firthing” is an actual term that is used now to describe someone yearning intensely. It is named after Colin Firth’s Mr Darcy performance.

Colin Firth all the way. He's known in our household as Owl Eyes because in every frame he's mooning over Elizabeth Bennet. Unsurpassable, unmatched, golden television (and some of the worst dancing you've ever seen).

Colin has beautiful, touchable curls.

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My high school English teacher was very into using movies to teach alongside literature, which was a great teaching tool. When we read Pride and Prejudice, he used both 2005 and 1995 for various scenes. What stands out to me all these years later was when it got to the part when Lizzy went to help Georgiana after Caroline dropped Mr. Wickham's name and Darcy gives Lizzy this look:

My teacher stopped the film and pointed at Darcy's face and said, "See that? That is THE look. If someone ever looks at you like that, you know they're in love." And what is hotter than that?

Also this teacher had two cats named Lizzy and Darcy. Not relevant to the poll but I wanted you all to know about them.

The best thing about the Colin Firth wet shirt scene is actually the scene that follows where him and Lizzie are both just dyinggg of embarrassment but Darcy pulls himself together refuses to lose his advantage and runs to get dressed and chase her down before she leaves - just the mix of cringe and hopefulness at seeing her again is so well done and so attractive!!! (this is just the bit where he's running after her but I love it all!)

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Crush on You - Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: Hi yeah, can you tell this was written by someone with ADHD on a plane in 30 minutes? Sure! But it's the first thing I think I've published in 5 years so you're gonna have to just deal with it! Not beta'd because again, first piece in 5 years. Also if you are lactose-intolerant be careful, this shit is CHEESY!!

@boyfriendstevie

Steve was going to maim Robin. 

He swore to God right then and there, looking at you with that cute little teasing twinkle in your eye as you said, "so you've got a crush on me, huh?" that he was going to find a way to permanently silence her. 

Robin had to be behind this. It had taken all of 12 hours - from him spilling his guts about his debilitating infatuation as he drove her home from work, to you sauntering through the Family Video doors - to get to this moment. 

His face felt hot... was he dying? Could he actually be dying? The sound of his heart pounding in his ears made him think he might still have a few more minutes of agony to go before his body mercifully took pity on him and just... y'know. Ended it. 

You, on the other hand, were thriving. You were positively giddy, unsure when the last time you had felt solid ground under your feet; you had floated on a cloud (you were sure of it) over to Family Video. 

Honestly, it wasn't Robin's fault. 

No one in their right mind would tell her something that they didn't want you to find out. Robin had been spilling Hawkins' secrets to you since your family had moved to town. 

At first, it was protective - a welcoming to the neighbourhood that helped you to know what cliques to avoid and who was sort of cool. Then it was friendly, to make you feel more at ease that you actually weren't coming off like the idiot you thought you might be. 

Now? Now it was downright… messy? Fun? No, definitely mischievous. 

Why else would she have rolled up on her bike to your part-time spot, parked behind the desk at the Hawkins Public Library, with that shit-eating grin on her face claiming she had some positively delightful news to tell you?

Either way you didn't care. Because it had brought you here, still in your work getup, absolutely vibrating with the sheer force it was taking you to not be the biggest tease in the world about something that was okay, maybe a little sensitive. 

Steve could see the restraint on your face anyway. He knew you wanted to tease him - you were loving this. 

He was still contemplating just faking an emergency and leaving. It would have been hard with the way you were leaning over the counter, gripping the side closest to him to keep you supported as you blocked him from passing you. But maybe he could manage it if he put on a good enough show.

You were biting your lip in an attempt to not freak him out with the intensity of your grin. You really just wanted him to admit it.

Standing there, with your body basically draped over the counter, your lip worried between your teeth and your eyebrow raised, Steve thought maybe it wouldn’t be the embarrassment that killed him. Maybe it would just be from how goddamn pretty you were.  He had never seen anyone more enchanting than you - he thought there were probably damn hearts in his eyes as he stared at you. 

And if he thought about it, maybe you hadn't heard it from Robin... he wasn't exactly subtle when it came to you. He'd definitely tripped over himself, literally, to be the one to grab you a tape you'd requested be put on hold. More than once. 

There had also been the time when you had caught him watching you as you perused the shelves, completely ignoring the increasingly frustrated attempts of Mrs Jones to try and get him to check out "Trading Places" for her. 

"Steeeeeeeve." The melodic singsong of your voice was enough to bring him back to the present. And to cause him to realize he had just been staring at you, gape-mouthed, for at LEAST 15 uninterrupted seconds. 

Yeah, it would be the embarrassment that killed him. 

"I- I uh." You watched a muscle bob in Steve's throat as he swallowed hard, nervously running his hand through his hair. "I-"

"Are you always this articulate?" You said with a bat of your eyelashes and he groaned. You were gorgeous and funny and he used to be so much better at this. There's no way he would have fumbled this conversation back in high school. 

Then again, you hadn't been at his high school. 

Eyes closed he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and quickly realised that could be interpreted as "no, I am NOT always this articulate which is to say, quite accurately,  sometimes I literally can't speak when you talk to me". Steve quickly opened his eyes to stammer out... something. Jesus. He was really killing it. 

You remain in your position, leaning on the counter as you wait for him to formulate a coherent thought. And no, you would not give him a reprieve. Not yet. 

Because you had been hiding your crush behind teasing comments and little jokes and playful nudges since the second you laid eyes on the man in front of you. Ever the charmer, he would flirt and tease and joke back with you, tit for tat. But sometimes… you could push it, and throw him off his game. You could reduce him to a blushing sputtering mess, and you loved nothing more than to watch him try to process if you were talking a big game or would really walk the walk. You wanted to see if you could get him to finally end this game of chicken.

Steve huffed and let out a tentative laugh. His hand had found its way back to the disheveled strands on his head. "I, uh, I feel like there's no way for me to get out of this."

If Steve hadn't spent the last few months studying your every goddamn facial expression, he would have missed the little narrow you did of your eyes. Almost imperceptible, but he knew you did it when you were processing something and not quite sure where that thought process was taking you. Or what you were going to do. 

It seemed like only a fraction of a second before you decided. 

"What if," you began, a small almost devilish smile starting to spread across your lips, "I made it easier for you?"

You leaned closer towards Steve, and watched his eyes widen ever so slightly as he looked down at your lips. He licked his own without realising it, following your movements as you leaned closer, closer... and grabbed the sticky pad and pen he'd been doodling on before you had flounced in. 

His cheeks warmed and it didn't escape your notice that there was a small flush spreading across Steve's face. Or that he absolutely wanted to kiss you. 

You grinned to yourself, pulling the used sticky off and pressing it onto Steve's chest. He glanced down in confusion at the piece of paper stuck in the gap of his vest, his eyes flying back up to meet yours as you beamed.  If you left your fingers splayed across his chest a second or two longer than necessary, he didn’t voice any complaints. 

Pulling your hand away from Steve’s chest, you curled it over the pad in your other hand, scribbling furiously, while keeping the note’s contents hidden from Steve's curious gaze. 

Pleased with yourself, you flipped the pad back towards him on the counter and slid the pen along with it, bumping his hand so that he would take over their possession. His fingers curled over yours briefly, and while you would’ve liked to have kept your hand under his a little longer, you were playing a special game and you weren’t ready for it to be over just yet.

Steve was so focused on your little smirk, and the way your eyes had crinkled when he looked down at your bottom lip, he didn't even register the note when he glanced down at it. 

"You can send it along with the town crier if you want." You teasingly gestured out the window to Robin who had just pulled up in front of the store. He struggled to process it all; everything that was you and the note you had slipped across the counter, and he finally looked up again at you, you were partially to the door. A wink thrown back at him as you passed Robin. 

"Hey Robs. Bye Steve." He heard a muffled “hello” and “bye” from Robin’s direction in response, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it would have been to capture your lips against his with you as close as you had been. If not that, Christ, he could have at least admitted he couldn’t get you out of his head with you, there, giving him the perfect opportunity. 

The chime of the door wasn't enough for him to stop staring after you. In fact, he watched you walk away until he couldn't see you anymore. He was vaguely aware of Robin speaking to him as she buzzed around him, moving things he had left “in the wrong place” and “should have put away already”. He felt her push into her personal space, boundaries long forgotten if they had ever been present at all, as she tapped at his hand.

"Uuuuh Steve? What's that?" Robin asked, her large blue eyes studying him and the object partially hidden by his large palm. He blinked slowly, eyes focusing back on the room in front of him instead of the spot where he had last seen you, turning out of the parking lot.

He could be angry with Robin later he thought, flipping the pad in his hand to read what you had written. He felt the tips of his ears go red as he finally processed the words in your slightly messy scrawl, Robin yammering about something in the background. 

It was cute and it was cheesy and he was almost grateful you had left so you didn’t see the big stupid grin that spread across his face. Yeah, he had a crush on you. But you had a crush on him too.

He grabbed the pen and checked “yes”, pulling the note off the pad and shoving it deep in his pocket to get it away from Robin. He could deliver it himself.

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[doctorwhocreations]

Human Nature

This is a long one but proud of it! Written by both me and my lovely bestie @whodoyoudo Enjoy!

When I agreed to travel with the Doctor, I expected adventures through space, to distant planets and to time periods that I never could have imagined. Yet here I was scrubbing floors in a Victorian school with my fellow companion, Martha Jones. Now the once, wonderful Doctor I had known, has now gone into hiding as a human, he calls himself Dr John Smith in this reality. For some reason the TARDIS crash landed us in a small english village in 1913, it was as if the Doctor never existed. 

In the 9 months that I have been travelling with the Doctor and Martha, it never once occurred to me that I would ever develop feelings for him. I kept my feelings to myself, since it seemed that Martha liked him too. Occasionally she would say how he fitted well in his suit, or casually comment on how the Doctor’s hair looked nice enough to run her fingers through. I never agreed with her… but I never NOT disagreed with her.

The bell had just rung and students had all finished for the day, while me and Martha were left to scrub the floor with brushes. I heard the door creak open and John Smith carried his books with him, as he dodged our soapy area on the floor. John Smith seemed to carry a different demeanour, he was strict and not the happy go lucky Doctor we once had known. I had to shake the thought away, this was a different man, it was as if I was grieving for the person I once knew.

I looked up as John Smith walked by, “Good morning Sir!” I said in a bright upbeat tone, whilst smiling. 

For a brief moment, he turned his head towards me in slight confusion as if to say, “why is this maid addressing me?” With the same expression he responded in an emotionless tone, “Good morning.” 

The Headmaster quickly walked through, looking down at me and Martha. He frowned at how dirty the floor was that we were scrubbing, thanks to the rugby teams not cleaning their muddy shoes before coming in. 

“Better get a move on you two! I want this floor spotless.” The Headmaster yelled.

Mr Smith waited behind for the headmaster to leave then continued to walk by.

I lowered my head, Martha looked over to me, “Hey, just ignore him.” “I don’t care about him.” I sighed, as I scrubbed the floor even harder, “How much longer do we have to stay here for? Did the Doctor even say anything about that?” Martha sighed, she was getting fed up with me asking, “Until those aliens that are tracking us back off. The Doctor has a plan, we have to trust it and keep an eye on him.” “How can we do that if he doesn’t even acknowledge my- Our existence!” Martha raised an eyebrow, “Right… Well he didn’t exactly say how long he would be in hiding for…” I felt a lump in my throat, “What if we are stuck here forever? It’s been nearly 3 months, Martha!” 

Martha put her hand on the brush I’m holding, “Y/N! Calm down, it’s not going to help any, is it? Let me finish this, you go make yourself a cuppa.”

I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. I pondered at the memories of the Doctor, whenever the Doctor did notice me it wasn’t very often.. we be so caught up in running away from aliens or the Doctor searching for clues, seeking information from a computer or robot or local on a abandoned spaceship. But sometimes we’d have intimate moments, sometimes he’d look at me with a slight sparkle to his eyes, in a different way from usual.

For example, there was a time before we went to the Lazarus Laboratories launch party, as I left my room, I noticed the Doctor stare at me a little longer than usual, since it was the first time he saw me in a formal dress.

I loved how his hand felt in mine. Whenever we were running away from danger, I was too busy feeling scared to savour the moment.

And now all I had of the Doctor was his empty TARDIS and his jacket that was left behind on his seat. Now and then I managed to get away from the school, I would sit in the TARDIS alone and cling onto his jacket and cry into it, as if it was the last remains of my Doctor.

“Are you sure you don't want to give Mr Smith his breakfast? I don’t mind, I’ve been doing it every morning so far.” Martha asked as she was about to head out.

I tied my apron over my uniform and looked in the mirror, acting as if I was fine. I had to remember this is what the Doctor had to do, he had no choice. He would want me to be strong, but my patience was wearing thin.

I sighed, “No you do it, Martha. I give up trying to get to know this Mr Smith.” Martha shrugged as she left, “If you insist. See you later.”

My forced smile dropped as the door closed. As I combed my hair, the thought of seeing the Doctor, aka John Smith in his pyjamas, did appeal. But the aching in my chest outweighed any other emotion, the feeling of being in the same room as someone I once loved.

Martha knocked on the door, then proceeded to walk in carrying Mr Smith’s breakfast. Her eyes widened as she noticed him wrapping his dressing gown over himself. “Sorry Sir! I can come back when you are properly dressed.” Martha said as she looked away trying her best not to stare. 

“No no it’s quite alright.” Mr Smith said in an upbeat sort of manner.

 “Very well sir.” Martha then continued to walk in, placing his breakfast down and beginning to brew the tea. “You know I had the funniest dream last night. I had this dream that I was some kind of adventurer, this daredevil, a madman! The Doctor I’m called and last night I dreamt that you were there.” He said in such an excited, curious voice. “Your friend, colleague was there too…Sorry what is her name?” 

“Y/N Sir, that’s her name.” 

A bright smile appeared on his face, lost in thought as he continued with the story of his dream.

“Well you were both there as my companions.” He continued. 

“The teacher and the housemaids, sir?” Martha shook her head as she smiled, “That’s impossible.” 

“I’m a man from another world.” John Smith counteracts. 

“Well then it can’t be true because there’s no such thing.” Martha finished as she continued to make Mr Smith’s tea.

“Well it was a fascinating dream, we traveled together and saw the most exotic of places.” Mr Smith continued, Martha handed him a newspaper, he read it as he sipped his tea. “Dreams are called dreams for a reason, sir.” Martha smiled.“I guess so.” His eyes looked sad for a moment.  He looked at the clock on the mantelpiece, “Oh before you go, Miss Jones.”

Martha raised an eyebrow, “Yes?” “Is that friend of yours avoiding me? She hasn’t served me tea once!” “What? No, of course not, sir.” She lied.

Mr Smith nodded, “Sure..” He seemed unconvinced. 

Later on, Martha had told me what happened as we tidied up the other rooms, I cringed slightly. I didn’t even realize how it must have seemed, I’ve been working here for over a month. I assumed Mr Smith was too busy, keeping his students in order, marking papers, to even take any notice that one maid hadn’t interacted with him much.

The following day, I was dusting the top shelves of Professor Piers' room (He was an old man who very much enjoyed putting a woman in their place, but then he would be quick to comment on my uniform being nicely tight fitting.. creep). 

I heard a voice from the doorway, “It’s very unprofessional you know.” I wobbled slightly from the stool I was standing on, “Excuse me?!” At that moment I realised it was Mr Smith, I cleared my throat and approached him. “Sorry i didn’t mean to- You almost fell I-” He stammered, this Mr Smith was not as good with his words, compared to the Doctor.

“Yes, Mr Smith?” I asked a bit too abruptly.

“I mean, it’s unprofessional that.. It seems.. That you don’t like to be around me.” He attempted to explain, “Have I done something to upset you?”

“Sir, I must really carry on with my duties or I will be told off by Pervy- I mean Professor Piers.”

My cheeks turned red, he chuckled, “Is that your nickname for him? Pervy Piers?” I looked away, “He is inappropriate at times, yes. Now I must go-” He blocked the doorway, “You didn't answer my question.”

“Sir! Please, I don’t want to be yelled at-” He took the feather duster off me and entered the room, “I know, I will help you dust and we can chat.”

I stood unable to react, he smiled back at me, “Come on then, maid!”

I hesitated for a split second, then thought for a moment it was as if the Doctor was saying those words, not Mr. John Smith. 

John Smith stood on the stool, I was once on, reaching for the farthest corners I was unable to reach. I realised I was staring for too long, I abruptly took my eyes off of him and proceeded to pick up a few books that had been left lywaing about on the side.

 I broke the silence and said, “You haven't done anything wrong by the way, I didn’t mean to avoid you.. It’s just that you look like someone I used to know.” “Oh.” He squeaked, he stepped off the stool and handed back the feather duster, “Is that a bad thing?” “In some ways yes…” I said with my head hung low, as I held books close to my chest. 

“What do you mean? If you don’t mind me asking of course?” Mr Smith turned to face me, carrying a book in hand. 

“It’s just.. I had a friend, we used to travel together but now… he’s um.. He’s gone.” I said. I passed along the books and Mr Smith slotted them into the shelf, “I’m sorry about that.” Mr Smith continued, “But it’s best not to judge a book by its cover.” He said in a serious yet reassuring manner. 

“Well that’s about as clean as Pervy Piers’ room is going to get.” Mr Smith said with a smirk.

“Thank you for helping me, sir. You really didn’t have to.” “It’s fine, I had a free period anyway. Also call me John, when I’m out of hours.”

I could feel my cheeks beginning to heat up. As he got a tad bit closer to me. 

Suddenly the headmaster cleared his throat, “Mr Smith what are you doing in Mr Piers room.. Talking to a maid?”

“Sorry sir, I was just having a word and I-” “I don’t want to hear it, don’t let it happen again.” He warned, Mr Smith passed by me quickly and disappeared down the hallway. 

The Headmaster looked over to me, “You better know your place, madam.” I lowered my head, “Yes sir.” I said leaving immediately.

That evening, I told Martha what had happened with Mr Smith as we ate our evening meal. “That headmaster is rude to everyone.” Martha reassured me.I folded my arms, “I know but he made it sound like we were having an affair or something! What if he says something to someone, or I lose my job? Where am I meant to go if I lose my job!?”

Martha placed her hand on my sholder, “Y/N, it won't come to that, okay?” 

I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Getting up quickly I brushed my apron down. “I-I just need to be alone with my thoughts.” When I made my way to the door, as I opened it, I found Mr Smith standing in the hallway . 

“Oh, I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” Martha looked toward me for my reaction, I was frozen. Martha sighed and quickly stepped in front of me. “Is there something you need, sir?” 

“No, well I just- yes actually. I wanted to apologise for earlier. I shouldn’t have just walked off like that. I do hope you didn’t get into any trouble because of me, Miss Y/N.” Mr Smith said in a worried tone. 

“What’s done is done, Mr Smith. There’s no point worrying.” I said before leaving the room.

Mr Smith gave Martha a look, before going after me.

“Miss L/N!”

I couldn’t believe this was happening, the human version of the Doctor, following me through an empty school at night. I wanted to go to the TARDIS, to my safe space and cry, but I couldn’t, not here. I hated crying in front of the Doctor, so the thought of crying in front of Mr Smith was the last thing I needed. “Leave me alone, please!”

Mr Smith stopped in his tracks, “I’m sorry I was just trying to-”

“I’m fine really. After all, it wouldn't be proper to be seen with a maid after hours.” I replied back harshly.

I continued to walk out in the courtyard to retreat into the TARDIS, as Mr Smith was left behind to ponder with his thoughts. 

I woke up the next day to find Chrysanthemums in a vase near my bedside table. Martha was up and dressed, doing her hair and gave me a smile, “Found them outside the door this morning, it came with an envelope with your name on it.”

“I hope it’s not from Pervy Piers.” I sighed. Martha teased, “Ooo! A admirer”

“Ew! Pretty sure Professor Piers is old enough to be my grandad.. Wait, maybe even my great grandad!” I laughed.

“At least he has good taste.” Martha commented.

It was like any other day in this dull boarding school, the only thing that would make my day would be a cup of tea or falling asleep, to have dreams that I’m back with the Doctor in the TARDIS. Then I wake up to the reality that was now my nightmare, a world without the Doctor. 

As I was cleaning the windows, a ball came hurling my way from a nearby field. I managed to duck in time, but it smashed the window I was cleaning. The shards of glass came raining on me, I laid motionless for a moment. 

I could hear angry voices in the distance, telling the lad off who kicked the ball. I felt a sharp pain on my face, then I noticed blood drip onto my uniform. 

“Are you okay, Miss L/N?” 

I rose to my feet, I smiled trying to leave, “Just a little cut.” Mr Smith grabbed my arm, “You’re bleeding. I will escort you to the First Aid room.” “I will dab it with a cloth, it will be fine.” “Y/N, does it hurt?”

I quietly nodded, he had a serious look on his face, he handed me a clean handkerchief, “Put some pressure on it.”

Mr Smith led me back inside, I placed the cloth on my bleeding face, “But you have students to watch.” “There’s more than one teacher on duty, it’s fine.” He insisted, he broke into a little smile, “I guess I will have to send you more flowers after this.”

“Wait.. those flowers were from you? I thought they were from Professor Piers.”

“PERVY PIERS!? No, I sent them, for getting you into trouble yesterday. I went out my way picking them out for you!” 

I blushed a little, “I’m just a maid, sir.” “You’re not just a-” We reached the first aid office, a nurse gasped at my face and rushed me into the room, I turned back to Mr Smith, “Thank you.” I tried to hand back his handkerchief, he shook his head.

“You can keep it.” He lingered for a while before going back outside.

Maybe this Mr Smith wasn’t so bad after all.

Although it was November, it was a sunny Saturday afternoon, which meant it was my day off! It was a relief to not wear that dull awful maid uniform. I sat on the bench in the park in the village, it was nice to not be seen as someone’s servant or maid. Just a woman who could be of any status. 

I wore a long red coat with a matching hat and a checked scarf. In moments like this, I felt elegant in this time period and became quite accustomed to it (if you ignore the racism, sexism and so forth..).

I read a book I borrowed from the TARDIS library, “Pride and Prejudice?” A voice questioned.I blushed to see Mr Smith, wearing a grey coat with a black hat, he smirked, “Interesting choice.”

“Oh er-” I wish I picked something that had been published after 1913 now, not thinking Mr Smith would even know about. But I guess I didn’t want to cause any disturbance by choosing a book from the future, well my present. 

He sat beside me, "You have bewitched me, body and soul.”

“Excuse me?” His eyes widened, “Oh it’s a quote!” “Oh yes, I have not reached that part yet, Mr Smith.” “John, on my days off, remember?” He reminded me, “I could lend you a book if you want?” I nodded, not knowing how to respond, he  was close now, if the Doctor ever say this close to me, I'd probably melt.. which was hard not to, he had the same face. 

There didn't seem to be anyone about, anyone passing by would think we're a couple or even a reserved married couple.

"Y/N I don't know what it is, but I feel very drawn to you."

I smiled, "Really? I'm just a maid."

"You're not just a maid." His voice was low and serious.

He kissed my cheek, he got up smoothly, his face was bright red, “Right, I shall leave you to your reading. Good day, miss L/N.”

He left hastily, I gave an awkward wave, trying to process what just happened.

I noticed in the distance, a girl holding a red balloon staring in my direction, she sniffed, a shiver went up my spine, I closed my book and walked away.

 quickly, as the scarecrows fumbled away as I escaped out of their grasp.

“How could such a sweet little girl look so… menacing at the same time?” 

Shaking my head of my thoughts I carried on walking away, still sensing her presence I began to speed up my walk a bit more. 

Then suddenly out of nowhere some idiot dressed as a scarecrow jumped out at me. I was startled for a moment, then began to feel a sudden anger wash over me.

“Oh very funny!! You think it’s funny to jump out at people and try to scare them? And as for you!” I quickly turned around to face that little girl…But she had gone? So fast? How is that possible? I turned back to the scarecrow, and more of them appeared! 

In a panic I lashed out at one of them, grabbing it by the arm only for it to fall to the ground. “Straw?!  B-But..” Realisation hit me as they got closer ready to grab hold of me. They were aliens! They had to be!   

I managed to duck out of the way

I ran all the way back to the school through the woods, I nearly collided into Martha in the hallway, as she was brushing up. “MARTHA! They’re here, the family of blood, we need the Doctor!!” I shrieked. 

“No! Where?”

“In the village, they are controlling the scarecrows!”

Martha quickly cleared her throat, as a teacher called Mrs Berry walked by.

“Ladies, lower your voices.” She hushed, then a young boy ran past her, “Timothy come on, no running!”I leaned closer to Martha, “We should talk about it in our room.” “Or at the pub?” She smiled. I sighed, “I’m not sitting in the cold again, Martha!”

Martha pointed to her uniform, “Well as you can see, I am still working, so go get that watch off Mr Smith and open it!” I frowned, “What? I can’t just go into his room.” “Why not? He seems to like you.” Martha smirked. I shook my head, “Martha stop it! Why can’t you do it?”

“I think he’d prefer to see you over me… So make something up.” I blushed recalling the kiss on the cheek,I wouldn't repeat that outloud. I thought of another excuse, "He is supposed to be lending me a book…” “There you go!” Martha urged as she gave me a little shove, “I will keep a lookout for anything unusual, now go!”

My heart was fluttering, the thought of having the Doctor back.. MY Doctor! But first I had to face the reality that Martha was maybe right, that this Mr Smith may somehow like me? 

I took a deep breath as I stood outside his door, how do I snatch a watch without him noticing? Well the Doctor did say he had a blocker on, so the human version of himself would take no notice of it.

I entered the room, not expecting Mr Smith to be back yet from his walk, but there he was with a woman draped over him. I froze, it was Miss Berry.

“Aren’t you the maid?” Miss Berry asked in an arrogant tone, “Don’t you know how to knock?”

I forced a smile fighting back the tears, “I.. I am sorry for intruding.”

Mr Smith’s eyes were wide, “Y/N it’s not what it seems.” I ignored his words and closed the door behind me. I felt my chest ache, I was wrong. So wrong. To think the Doctor or even this John Smith was capable of ever returning my feelings. 

“Y/N! People are in danger! You walking in on Mr Smith with some woman doesn’t matter! We need that watch asap!”

Martha started storming towards Mr Smith’s room, I followed her frantically, “Wait! Martha you can’t just-” “Y/N! Snap out of it! People have died, my friend Jenny… She’s not who she was.” Martha yelled. “Jenny?” I recalled, Martha used to go to the pub with her and she was a fellow maid. My heart sank, how could I become so oblivious?

Martha barged into Mr Smith’s room, he looked startled, “Miss Jones what did I say about knocking?!” She pointed to the watch, “We need that watch, and you’re not John Smith, you’re the Doctor!”

I lowered my head, as he approached, “What is she going on about Miss L/N!?”

I sighed, “The dreams you’ve been having.. They are all true.” He shook his head,“Is this a prank? Is this because of what happened earlier, a weird way of getting back to me, to convey your jealousy?” He blushed as he locked as with me, “Nothing even happened, I don’t like her in that way!!” I frowned, “No! Of course not! Ioff Mr Smith and open it!” I frowned, “What? I can’t just go into his room.” “Why not? He seems to like you.” Martha smirked. I shook my head, “Martha stop it! Why can’t you do it?”“I think he’d prefer to see you over me… So make something up.” I blushed recalling the kiss on the cheek,I wouldn't repeat that outloud. I thought of another excuse, "He is supposed to be lending me a book…” “There you go!” Martha urged as she gave me a little shove, “I will keep a lookout for anything unusual, now go!”

 don’t care about that, it doesn't matter anymore!” 

“Whatever do you mean!?” 

I stepped forward closer to him, “Mr.Smith people have died, a great deal more will, if you don’t open that watch!!” 

He laughed in disbelief, “How many of those stories have you been reading Y/N? This is completely barbaric!” 

John Smith stood hands on his hips, the most confused and angry I have ever seen. 

I groaned as John wasn’t taking in what me or Martha have even said. 

I began frantically looking around for the watch. “Martha have you found it!?” 

On the other side of the room Martha goes through a bunch of letters and documents. “NO!! ARGH!!” She lashes out, kicking the papers into the air. “MARTHA!! What on earth are you both doing? No wait- Those are the students' reports! Isn’t the point of maids, that they tidy up, not wreck havoc!” Mr Smith shrieked.

Looking back at John with sorry eyes I tried to get him to see reason. “Please Doctor, you have to understand this is important!” 

“Wait..Did you say people have died!? Who!?”

I looked back at him, getting closer in a comforting manner. 

Martha whipped her head over our way and frantically yelled. “It’s not here!!! We’ve looked everywhere, I’m going to look elsewhere!! Come on you two!!”

“I’m going to stay here for a moment, to calm him down.”

Martha shrugs and leaves the room to carry on her search.

I turn back to John, as I looked in his confused brown eyes,  I’m sorry but this life you have here.. It’s not real! This isn’t you.. This is 1913!” 

He placed his hand on my forehead, “Is there an illness going about amongst the maids? The things you and Miss Jones are going out with! It’s madness!” I snatched his hand away, “No I’m perfectly well!” I freeze as I look out the window, “Remember that blue box you dreamt of?” He nodded, “How did you know about that?!”

“Martha may have mentioned it.. But look, it's out there, it’s real.”

John walked towards the window and saw the TARDIS outside, the Family of Blood surrounding it.

“It can’t be.” He uttered, his skin turned pale, he couldn’t bear to even look at the TARDIS, he turned away, “I have never seen it in my life!” I gripped his arm, “Please, Mr Smith. John. We need the Doctor or things are only going to get worse.” “So this Doctor.. He's an alien.” I nodded, he sighed, “And those people who have been killed.. They were killed by aliens as well?” I nodded, “They are looking for you.” “Oh.” He pulled out a watch from his pocket, “So this.. This will bring back the Doctor.. And I will cease to exist?” I noticed his eyes becoming watery, “So none of this was real, not even..” “Yes of course it was real!” “And does this Doctor have feelings for you, does he care for you like I do?”

My cheeks turned red, “I’m not sure..”

“What kind of man is he then?” He gripped my hand, "I could love you better than him, please.."

He clutched onto me, about to embrace me, I pushed him away .

"NO! Stop it! It doesn't matter!! We need the Doctor!!"

He looked sad, "You really do love him."

My heart throbbed, I hate to see him in so much pain. But I had to put those feelings aside.

Suddenly there's a crash through the window, a laser pings off the walls. 

"Come out Doctor!!" A voice bellowed below, it was one of the students, at least what it used to be.

I looked back to Mr Smith, "I will distract them, now go with Martha!! Please!" 

Martha stood in the doorway, Mr Smith turned back to me, “So this is it, then it’s decided? I have to be executed so this Doctor can replace me?” “I’m sorry.” I told him and kissed his lips quickly before running out, “Please open the watch."

Why did I kiss him on the lips, was it a spare in a moment, just in case it all went wrong and it could be my last chance to kiss the Doctor?  His lips felt lovely.. so soft. No that wasn't cool, I should have asked for his permission. I kissed the doctor without his consent, he probably wouldn't have minded. I didn't know for sure.

Anyway I was willing to put myself in danger, in hope John Smith may come to his senses and do the right thing. What if he ran off in fear and Martha didn't find him in time?

So many thoughts swirled round my head, but I didn't have time to be scared, I had to trust that the Doctor will show up in time. And if he didn't… well you can't say I didn't try.

Martha had a lot going on in her head too, as she tried to persuade Mr Smith to open the watch. She thought back to what the Doctor told her in his step guide video for being human, "And finally, 23.. Please look after Y/N, she won't find this easy and she means a lot to me. Of course you both mean a lot to me, but she.. well.."

Martha hadn't always paused it at that part, she knew what he wasn't going to say without hearing it. She never wanted to admit it, but the Doctor never looked at her the same way, it was painful. 

But these last few weeks, she accepted that her crush was nothing compared to the feelings the Doctor and myself had for each other.

"Where has Y/N gone?" Mr Smith asked Martha, as she waited outside his door.

"She has gone to the family of Blood." 

She looked down to Mr Smith pulling the watch out of the pocket, "If the aliens want this, they can have it!!"

"No!! They can't!!" Martha yelled back, as she tried to snatch the watch from him, Mr Smith fought back and accidentally opened the watch a little, "Martha! Why did you let her do that!?!" The Doctor's furious voice came out of Mr Smith.

He closed the watch again, Mr Smith looked spooked, "That was.. that was the Doctor wasn't it?"

She nodded, "Yes. Please, John. I know it is difficult to understand, but without the Doctor.. more people will die, including Y/N."

Mr Smith collapsed onto the floor, tears poured down his face, "So my life is for nothing, meaningless.. And that Doctor gets to have Y/N, not me."

Martha touched his shoulder and sat beside him, "I'm sorry."

He took a deep breath, "If it means.. Y/N is safe, then I guess I have no choice."

On a green glowing spaceship, I awoke to find myself sat on the floor, hands tied behind my back. There they were… the very people who the Doctor was hiding from, the Family of Blood.

“You have his scent on you, what are you hiding?” An old man asked.

My chest tightened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, maid! We know you travelled with the Doctor!” The dark haired one bellowed.

I shivered, a once normal student, now taken over by this alien form. That is why the Doctor was in hiding, so that same thing didn’t happen to him. 

“She talks about the Doctor to Martha. I’ve heard.” Jenny said, or at least what used to be Jenny. 

I whipped my head round to see John Smith standing there, “Oh gosh this is a real life spaceship!?” He stumbled a little causing himself to tumble and fall onto a row of buttons, pressing them all down. 

My heart sank, “John what are you doing here!?”

The Family of Blood’s all grin, the farmer beamed, “That means the watch hasn’t been opened!” 

“He’s still human though, we need a time lord!” The shell of Jenny said. 

The young boy was growing impatient and yelled “COME ON OUT DOCTORRR!” 

John Smith looked to the young lad with a glint of fear in his eyes. Frantically searching his pocket for that pocket watch. “Here!!! Take it! I don’t want it and I don’t want him!! You can have it!” 

John took the watch out and the family of blood all gathered quickly the young lad snatched the watch from John. I bolted up, unable to believe my eyes, “NO!!” “Shut it, girl!” The moustached leader shoved me down to the ground.

I glanced up at John, “How could you!? We need the Doctor, I need the Doctor! What have you done!?”

John remained quiet as he glanced over to me, there was a different more determined look in his eyes, one I hadn’t seen for a long time.

Whilst the family of blood all pondered at the pocket watch and made a fuss over it, the Doctor quickly rushed over to me untying the knots of rope binding me to the ship. 

I look into his eyes with confusion as he untied me, the Doctor gave me a wink with a slight smirk which made my heart flutter and skip a beat. He’s back, my Doctor is back! I thought to myself. 

The family all intake a quick breath. “The watch is empty!!” The little girl cried out, they all  looked toward me and the Doctor. The Doctor tried to keep up the act, and  looked confused, “W-What do you mean?” 

“You tell me!!” The young lad threw the watch over to what he thought was still John Smith.

The Doctor caught it with ease, “Oohhhh I think the explanation is you’ve just been fooled by a simple old factory misdirection, a little bit like ventriloquism of the nose, but it has got to be said I don’t like the look of your hydrocolometer.” 

The Doctor stood with usual confident style, he whipped his glasses on, “Oh yes not looking good at all… Also you really shouldn’t have let me hit all those buttons.”

A red light illuminated the ship, “I think you should really run!”

Next thing I knew the family were in a panic, the Doctor swiftly gripped my hand as we dashed out before the ship exploded into flames. The family of blood were knocked to the ground nearby us.

The Doctor held me in his arms as we fell due to the impact, my eyes met his, “You’re really back.”

He grinned, “Oh yes!”

As the Doctor sorted out the suitable punishments for the family of blood, I began to readjust to my life back in the TARDIS. It was surreal to be back, a part of me began to ponder, did the Doctor know about anything that John had said to me? We’re they the Doctor’s true feelings coming through or just solely Johns’? Was he really a separate person altogether from the Doctor? The answer of course was yes, in the sense of his personality… but in the end, John was brave, terrified but brave.

 I grew to like him very much. Then my eyes widened, the KISS would the Doctor even remember that? 

I was lost in thought that I hadn’t even heard the Doctor and Martha come into the TARDIS, as I sat at the end of my bed.

“You in here, Y/N?” The Doctor called.

I poked my head out of my room and walked towards the console room, Martha smiled, “See I told you she was here!”

The Doctor gave me a gentle smile, she looked at the both of us, “Right I am going to have my first hot shower in months!” 

Martha gave me a little wink, wait was she rooting for me? No she liked him too, why would she?

My brain had been a mess, I just needed normality and that involved not telling the Doctor I kissed him.. but then a part of me feels he didn’t consent to it, so I should tell him right? 

“Doctor I-“

The Doctor stared up from the console screen, “It’s okay, Martha filled me in… on what happened with John.”

I blushed, “She.. She did? W-What exactly did she say? I mean, well…” I scrambled to find the right words to say. The Doctor meanwhile had a completely blank expression on his face, which made me feel even more anxious at the thought of him being cross with me. 

“Well.. She told me that you and I.. technically John Smith that is, shared a kiss.” The Doctor answered robotically. 

My heart raced, “I’m so sorry! It just happened and I know you couldn’t have consented-”

The Doctor started to smirk which turned into a smile. “It’s okay, I mean…well..” A blush forms on his face, “I’m quite jealous actually.”

I raised my eyebrow unable to connect the dots, “Jealous.. Of John Smith?”

“Clearly you preferred him over me.”

My face brightened, what the hell had Martha said to him!? My palms grew sweaty, as I stepped back, “No NO! That’s not true at all! Whatever Martha said isn’t true and the kiss didn’t mean anything. I mean it did, but it was a spur in the moment because I was worried I was not going to survive or not.” “Y/N.” The Doctor interrupted, “I get it, it’s fine.” He looked at the console screen, a sad look in his eyes for a moment. Did I respond in the wrong way? What did he expect me to say? “It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you, it’s just I knew John liked me and-” “I’ve heard enough.” The Doctor snapped. I froze, wait did the Doctor believe I don’t want to kiss him and preferred John? I walked off back to my room in a huff.

Martha had her arms folded as she emerged back in the console room, she raised her eyebrow, “Realy? You’re jealous.. of yourself?!”

“Well technically it wasn’t-“

“Your body, your lips! The whole time I spent with Y/N she missed you, she wanted you to come back! She didn’t want John Smith, John Smith was like a loved up puppy for Y/N!”

He blushed, “No I’m not-“

He froze realising he slipped up on his words, Martha nudged him, “I said John Smith…”

“Now go kiss and make up! Literally or not, that came out wrong.”

The Doctor hugged Martha, “Thank you for keeping Y/N safe and looking out for me while I was gone.”

Martha shrugged and smiled sadly as the Doctor walked away to find me. “No problem..”  

The Doctor walked to my room and gave the door a gentle knock. Changing back into my own clothes, I was trying to process all what had happened and been said. “Just a minute” I said whilst putting on my socks. Opening  the door I look up to see the Doctor with a serious yet saddened look upon his face. 

“Y/N I’m sorry for how I may have reacted back there. May I come in?” He gestured to the little sofa I have in my room. (everything seems little in this Tardis!) 

I let out a subtle sigh “Okay, you can come in.” 

He stepped inside my room, the Doctor seemed timid, awkward. Well he isn’t really the best at social situations.

 “I really am sorry, I just thought that you liked the John Smith version of me, over the real me.” The Doctor looked to me for an answer. I slowly walked closer to him. 

“Why would I like him more?? He’s not you.. No offence to your chameleon machine thingy..” I pointed out my bedroom to the console room in the distance where the chameleon mechanism hung above. “But John Smith was a little boring, especially in comparison to you, Doctor.”

 A large grin slowly formed on his face. “Well…” He said as he ran his fingers through his lovely brown hair. Then came to a sudden stop when he paused to study my blushed expression. “But seriously Doctor.. Do you know how hard it was to see the man you love walk around acting like you don’t exist?” His eyes widened, realisation spread across my face. 

“I-I mean-“

The Doctor was now closer than ever, his brown eyes gazed into mine, “I missed you.”

His lips melted into mine, this is what I always wanted, no needed. Although they felt the same as John Smiths, my heart fluttered even more knowing this time, they truly belonged to the Doctor! It grew deeper and felt like time had frozen, the passion the Doctor held back for so long became unravelled before me. He wrapped his hands around my waist, nothing felt so right in my life.

Then a voice clearing brought us back to reality, it was Martha, how long had she been standing there?

“See you two have both… erm.. sorted things out.”

The Doctor cleared his throat, “Martha maybe knock next time.”

His cheeks were red and hair slightly ruffled, oops I must have done that.

Martha huffed, “Just drop me off home and I will give you both some alone time!”

Me and the Doctor locked eyes, then we bursted into laughter. 

He held my hand as we walked out into the console room together. It was good to have my Doctor back. 

Thank you for reading!!!!

#doctor #doctor who #bbc #10th doctor #doctor who imagines #whovians #10th doctor x reader #human nature #doctor who fanfic #fanfiction #please enjoy!

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Reblog if your name isn't Alfred F Jones.

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WE'LL FIND YOU JONES

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As if he couldn't just lie, if he even is on this hellsite.

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He wouldn't cuz heroes don't lie.

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A hero would lie to protect his secret identity ;)

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THIS IS THE POST! ON MY DASH! I FEEL LIKE I'M SEEING A CELEBRITY!!

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NO NOTES???????????????

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so i got like really hella drunk last night and out of what must have been a mix of desperation and hubris, I sent an email to Mr. Romano, askiNG FOR AN INTERVIEW OVER ZOOM TO ASK QUESTIONS FOR RESEARCH FOR MY HISTORICAL EROTICA WIP AND HE SAID YES???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Doesn't he like never talk to historians and w/e? Holy shit what kind of magical persuasive powers did your drinks give you and can you send me some?

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I wouldn't say *never*. He's given interviews before, he just has a really low tolerance for disrespect compared to his brother. But with his temper I wouldn't be surprised if his gov asked him to not accept as many interviews anymore.

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True, true. I still want to borrow some of OP's persuasion magical drinks.

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my mom sent me a bottle of that liquor mr Latvia made and i didnt look at the proof before drinking like half the bottle (mixed with pop).

also... I finally pulled up my big girl panties and read what I wrote to mr. romano...............

... im going to kms.

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Forget persuasion powers, I want whatever healing magic you have that drinking half of MR. LATVIA'S balsam didn't kill you!

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#we're almost there folx! #RIP OP #nation person mention #alcohol mention

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UM. HELLO????

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Yeah, Ch*rchill pushed hard for those two to get together, it's no secret. What about it? It doesn't mean they actually got together turn off your shipping brain.

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Sure and America definitely didn't talk about it in an interview

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😭😭😭😭😭 The link just goes to a 404 page NNNNOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYYY

#usuk ship real is the only conspiracy theory i'll believe

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did anyone else see h/bomber/guy's new video??? PLEASE someone put that man in witness protection or something before K*rkland gets him

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wasn't he originally supposed to talk about that one bbc pirate show?

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spaghetti-breaker He was but he ended up going off-track after he found some reddit post that led him down a rabbit hole of research. tl;dr: K*irkland yo-hoe-hoeing isn't just a meme

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I'm more worried about dickland's teaboo white knights getting him tbh

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Lmao looks like he saw it!

#wait a min i gotta search something #THE VIDEO IS ALMOST 3 HOURS WTF #now i gotta watch

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dylan's collab with mr canada was just them trying to out-do each other with all the gay jokes sjflsfjsifhsifjsij someone make one of those 10 hour videos with just the cuts of that please? 🙏🏼

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SOMEONE DID FUCK YEAH!!!

#canada nation person #vintage baker man #someone send me the video i refuse to download tiktok

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If we try hard enough, do you guys think we can convince Mr. Denmark to do a girl month donation goal?

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Tbh I'm surprised he doesn't have a subscription goal like that already

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There's a rumour he's trying to convince Jones and Beilschmidt to do it with him first before he makes the goal official

#pretty sure those two dont need convincing

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[justimagineitblog]

KEEPER OF MY HEART - TOMMY SHELBY

KEEPER OF MY HEART - CHAPTER ONE

I take a deep breath, clutching the job advertisement in my hands.

INNKEEPER NEEDED.

ENQUIRE WITH SHELBY LIMITED. 

I’m new to Small Heath, Birmingham. I’ve only been here a week and I’m desperate for a job. Although I have years of experience keeping my families Pub, I know not many establishments wants a woman as the face of their business. 

I roll my shoulders back, straightening my posture to stand as tall as I possibly can at a mere 5 ft 3. Trying to assert myself in a display of confidence. God knows I’m going to need it.

I force myself forward, pushing the heavy doors open, entering into the Garrison. 

The smell hits me straight away. Cigarette smoke and whiskey. 

It’s weirdly familiar and comforting. 

There is no one at the bar, just a group of men sitting in the middle around a table. Laughing, drinking and smoking.

These must be the Shelby brothers. 

I waits for them to turn to look at me, to address my entrance into the room. To begin the interview. But they don’t.

That is until one of the younger men notices me, and nudges the tall and slim man next to him.

And just like that, all of the men slowly turn their attention towards me. 

I try to ignore their unimpressed gazes. Their eyes looking me up and down judgementally. I give a tight lipped smile, feeling as though a theatre spotlight has just been shone on me. Now is not the time to back down. 

“I’m here for the job interview” 

By the look on their faces, you would have sworn I had spoken in a foreign language. 

Confusion, amusement, prejudice. 

The tall, slim member of the Shelby family speaks first, after what felt like hours of painful silence. 

“I think you’re in the wrong building sweetheart” he says, trying to be nice but unsuccessfully hiding a smirk. 

I knew to expect this. 

I pause before speaking, as I catch the eyes of one of the Shelby’s sitting at the back of the group. He puffs on his cigarette, smoke shrouding his sharp features. Our eyes lock in on one another. How could they not. They’re piercing through the dimly lit building. It takes a lot to make me feel small, but his gaze alone makes me want to shrink. 

I try to offer him a smile, but he doesn’t return it. He just grazes his eyes over me, thinking god knows what. 

I try to shake off the interaction, turning back to the brother at the front.

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m in the right building, Mr Shelby” 

“Well unless you’re… Z Jones…” he says, referring back to the list of applicants on the table beside him, then looking back up to me doubtfully. 

“Yes, thats me” 

“You’re Z Jones?”

“Yes, Zoe Jones”

“Well fuck me” he laughs, entertained and dumbfounded “Z for Zoe Jones” 

I feel a sense of relief. He hasn’t completely kicked me out of the building. And my tactic of not revealing my full name on the application worked. Now I at least have my foot in the door. 

I tempt a quick look at the brother in the back, and he still sits unwavering. Not amused in the slightest like the other men. He hasn’t so much as moved or said a word. He just studies me. 

“And you are aware of the job you have applied for?” The tall brother questions, his amusement morphing into concern.

“Innkeeper, Matron of the bar, Bartender” I list of all the names that this job falls under “I am well aware of the role I will be taking on”

“How old are you sweetheart?” He questions. I knew my age would be in question. But I already have years of experience. 

“Old enough to pour a beer” I retort, smirking. There’s not one question they can throw at me that I haven’t heard before. 

One of the younger brothers smiles, beaming up at me. “I like her Arthur” He tells the eldest brother. So that’s Arthur. The eldest Shelby brother. 

“Shut up John” The older brother nudges his younger brother, who I now know as John. 

But his smile doesn’t fade, in fact, he gives me an encouraging nod. Like he’s rooting for me. 

“Alright I’ll level with you, darling. The kind of crowd we get here is not… they’re not just your usual crowd of singing drunks. We need someone that can handle the money, as well as the fellas that come in here. I don’t doubt that you can pour a beer, but they’re going to take one look at you and chew you up. We need someone that folks will take seriously” 

I just smile back politely. Nodding at his speech. I feel my hopefulness start to falter, but I won’t show them. If I don’t get this job, I will have no where to go with no way to pay my rent. I need this, and they need me. 

“If I could level with you…” I begin, taking a breath before I continue “I’ve worked my fathers pub since I was 14. When he died I took over. Business died off, so I had to sell. I think I’m more than capable. And I say let them underestimate me. With all due respect, sir, letting them underestimate me has been my greatest strength. I can run the money. I can pour beer. I might not be able to fight with my fists, but I’ve never had to. The mind is where half the battle is. I was smart enough to put my name down as Z because I knew if I put my full name down I wouldn’t even get a foot in the door. And I’m not sure what kind of business you’re running here at Shelby Limited, but I know a lot of places deal in secrets. And you’ll be surprised what people will talk about around a woman. What they say when they think you’re not listening because they think you wouldn’t understand. Let them underestimate me. So… if you could just give me one night?” 

The men stare up at me. If they kick me out, at least I stood my ground. They all look around at each other, trying to come up with an answer. 

“Tommy?” Arthur asks, turning to the Shelby who has been sitting stone faced the entire time. 

Thomas Shelby. 

I had done some asking around before I applied for the job. Everyone had a lot to say about the Shelby brothers. But not many could say anything about Thomas. He was the mysterious brother. The silent assassin. Not the oldest, but the leader of the family. What was said about Thomas was much of the same. He’s deadly. He’s a killer. He’s the puppet master of the entire company. 

I straighten my back, trying not to falter or waver underneath his unforgiving gaze. If there’s anyone I need to convince, it’s him. 

He stands, taking a swig of the drink in his glass before he begins to stalk his way towards me. 

His eyes wander all over me, scaling me up and down. Sizing me up. 

The room has fallen silent. Their eyes darting between Thomas and I. 

“Zoe Jones” he repeats my name, inching closer to me. 

“Thomas Shelby” I address him back, unsure of where the courage to do so came from. 

“If anything goes wrong, you’ll pay the price” His voice is husky as he threatens me. This is what I can only assume everyone in town was talking about when I asked about The Shelby Brothers. 

I swallow, trying to find the right words. 

“Good. I like a challenge. But that won’t be necessary” 

I raise my chin, tilting my head upwards to meet his stern gaze. I won’t back down. It’s not even about the job anymore in this moment. I won’t be made to feel small. I know my worth. 

For the entire 10 minutes that I have known Thomas Shelby, he hasn’t shown one ounce of expression on his face, besides slight disapproval at my presence. But for a second, I swear I can see a hint of interest in his eyes when I spoke back. He didn’t expect me to push back when he descended on me with his intense, heaviness. 

“One night” he says finally “Tonight” 

I nod, smiling up at him. 

That’s all I need. 

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Miscalculation

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem! Reader

(slight) Rooster x Fem! Reader

Warnings : Top Gun Maverick spoilers, character deaths, angst, unrequited love, PTSD

Synopsis : Instead of Hangman saving both Maverick and Rooster, it was her. But at what cost ?

Reader's Callsign : 'Ghost' ( She likes going so fast that she could vanish from radar, making her one of the best stealth & combat pilot ) << Thanks @americaarse & @mercury-mae >>

Reader's Lastname : Jones

Part 2 : "A Minute Too Late"

Italics are flashback scenes !

She couldn't remember why she was running.

The small flakes of snow above the freezing air continued to fall as she took every step she could to run for her life.

With the speed she was running, the fresh, airy, cold wind blew her hair stronger. Her hair was normally in a tight and neat bun, regularly pulled back from her face, twisted and wrapped in a circular coil around itself. Yet in her current state, her hair was all over the place, especially after tripping on a log in attempt of escaping enemy territory.

Her breath came in short gasps, forming clouds in the air as her calves burn, her boots pounded heavily into the layers of snow on the ground.

She darted past multiple trees, even when she was in an area she didn't recognize. Her legs took her to wherever was far enough.

Stealing a few glances on her back to check whether there were still people and german shepherds on the run for her, their voices were already inaudible.

Ghost went to the nearest tree to catch her breath, releasing heavy pants with her palms on her knees. She looked at her surrounding.

She was in a forest covered with snow.

The navy must've presumed her as KIA (Killed in Action) by now. The fighter pilot scoffed, releasing another breath, thinking what would people's reaction be when they get the news that she's dead.

The navy must've presumed her as KIA (Killed in Action) by now. The fighter pilot scoffed, releasing another breath, thinking what would people's reaction be when they get the news that she's dead.

She blinked twice, eyeing her decorated helmet. Her thoughts were right, there was no one else to fight for.

'This is it' she thought to herself. but How is it that on the few moments before her death, one person popped up onto her mind, the one person who made her fall in love when she knew she can't have him.

How was it possible that the man who didn't love her back and treated her poorly on her head ?

Why was Jake "Hangman" Seresin on her head ?

Y/n recalled the tragic incident that fell on her a few years back during a similar mission.

Ghost and her mission leader, Apollo were amongst the elite Top Gun fresh graduates sent to strike a uranium enrichment facility that caused danger.

The mission was a success.

The facility was bombed by the two foxtrot teams along with Apollo and Ghost herself. The enemy base were annihilated by the bombs as well, so there was no way a fighter jet could've still been able to fly.

The naval aviators hung their head high, proud of the mission they have conducted, all they had to do was fly home and celebrate.

"How 'bout this, dinner's on me tonight" Apollo said, giving a thumbs up to his wingman flying beside him, Ghost.

"Nah, let me treat y'all, have dinner at my place tonight, it's my son's birthday today" The curly brown haired man with hazel eyes, often known as Tree replied to his mission leader.

Cheers and Woos were heard from her helmet.

"Happiest birthday to little Ryan" Ghost chuckled, eyes focused on the clouds.

"How old is he turning, man ?" One of the two foxtrot team's backseater, Phantom asked

"He's turning one"

"Congratulations, Taylor !" Berlin, one of the other pilots called his first name.

"I can't wait to eat Mrs Taylor's cooking, especially her roast beef" Coma complimented with his southern accent

"Goddamit, Coma, some of us hadn't eaten our lunch yet" Apollo laughed.

All of them were so focused with their conversation, it was too late when a rapid beeping sound was heard from Apollo's jet.

Someone had a missile lock on him.

Too late to think, his jet was blown into pieces right in front of the whole squad.

No parachutes, the mission leader was dead instantly.

"Shit ! Hostile ahead ! Thunder 1 is down, I repeat, Thunder 1 is down !" Ghost exclaimed frantically to the carrier ship.

Her eyes shot open, her mouth hung open loosely, processing what had just happened to her mission leader.

From the black ashes of Apollo's jet, the enemy appeared in fifth generation fighter jets, two more appeared on their left and another two on their right.

"Thunder 2, do you have vision on the enemy ?" An officer from the carrier spoke

"We have 2 hostiles on our right, 2 more on our left and the leader right in front ! We're surrounded !" she replied, raising her voice, filling it with panic.

Where the hell did they come from ? They destroyed all fighter jets at the enemy base.

Shit.

This was a miscalculation by them. A miscalculation that would cost them their lives.

"Thunder 2,3 and 4, immediately retreat to the carrier ship immediately"

"Negative, they're all over the place, It's a dogfight alright." Tree replied, breaking left, destroying their formation with two of the enemy jets following him, enabling a missile lock on him and Phantom.

"Shit dude, Apollo's dead" Berlin said

The two foxtrot teams along with Ghost broke their formation, spreading themselves away from each other. Ghost pulled her lever as hard as possible, in attempt of going above the fighter jet that shot down Apollo's plane.

The beeping sound on her plane was easily recognisable by her, meaning that she had been missile locked, punching the flare buttons, while immediately breaking right, escaping the missile and the jet for a short while.

The corners of her eye caught Tree and Phantom being chased by two fighter jets, they were trying their best to shake them off, she took this opportunity by increasing her flight speed, placing a missile lock on one of the jets from behind, Ghost successfully shot one down.

"Smoke in the air ! Release flares !" She could hear the voices of Phantom, eyeing the yellow lights that were flying to smash the missile that was fired by the surviving enemy jet.

"Tree ! Fly above, play high ! let them be in front of you !" She yelled, before hearing Coma's southern accent, warning her.

"Ghost, you've got company on your back !"

"I see it" The jet that was previously chasing her came back.

Berlin and Coma fired a missile in attempt to help Ghost, only for the fifth generation jet spinning around, completely evading it. They had managed to shook of the jets who were chasing them.

"You guys save your missiles, save yourselves ! I'll be okay !" Ghost pulled her lever to the left, taking a sharp turn to the direction away from her friends.

With her fast speed, she was able to fly a circle fast enough to get behind the jet.

"Gotcha" The missile from her plane blew up her enemy's jet almost immediately.

"They have a missile lock on us, releasing flares" Berlin yelled

"Shit ! We're out of flares, Coma, We're out of-"

An intense yellow and orange color mixed with a low and deep noise was all visible to her the moment she gasped.

Not them, not them.

She lost her fellow pilots in front of her again.

Her breath became rapid while her heart beat faster, her eyes widened, immediately breaking the news to the carrier ship

"Thunder 3 is down, Their jets have been d-destroyed completely, z-zero survivors in sight !" She could hear Phantom's voice that were shaky but firm.

Releasing a missile on the enemy for revenge, Tree and Phantom managed to blow it up.

"Ghost ! You get out of here !" Phantom yelled

"Are you mental ? Do you think I can leave you two like that !" She yelled, angry.

"You're the only one fast enough to escape them, we'll grab their attention and you make a run for it !"

"What are you talking about ? Hell no ! I'm not leaving until all enemy jets are destroyed !"

"Ghost, if you don't go now, none of us are going to survive"

"No, you will survive. You go ! You two !" She eyed the jet Tree and Phantom were in.

"You guys go and I'll stay here." she proposed

"Thunder 2, you are ordered to retreat immediately." A voice on their ear spoke, they knew who and where it came from.

Even the carrier knew that the chances of the three of them surviving were really low. But her alone, with her speed of flying ? Her chance of surviving was 90%

Y/n "Ghost" Jones was one of the elite. Best of the best, and the navy couldn't afford to lose her.

"No ! I'm not leaving them to die !"

"Y/n, this isn't a debate !" Tree raised his voice

"We all know that you're the only one who can escape"

"Uh no ? For shit's sake Taylor, you have a kid who just turned one !"

"He has a mother who's gonna take care of him" His voice softened, tears beginning to blur her vision, she shook her head vigorously.

"Y/n...go" Phantom's voice ordered her

"Lieutenant Jones, you are ordered to return to the carrier ship immediately !" Her superior ordered, raising his voice

"you have backup, send backup..."

"Please..." a tear escaped her eyes, her voice cracked and shaky, her voice was practically begging to them that they would let her stay.

"Lieutenant Jones !"

Y/n let out a scream of agony, shutting her eyes close, breaking left sharply, maxing up her speed, flying as fast as the wind back as she was ordered to.

"Hey Jones ? Tell my family I love t-"

She could hear it again. The same explosion that blew up the other two jets of her friends. However, this time, it was louder.

She was already flying far away from where the enemy shot them down but the sound, the flashes of yellow, it would haunt her for the rest of her life.

"Thunder 4 is down.....I repeat," Her tone was like a whisper, whimpering with tears cascading her eyes.

She stopped for a while, a sob escaped her, covering her face with a shaking hand.

"Thunder 4 is down...."

Her jet sped through the clouds, Ghost disappeared from the enemy's radar just as expected, but her tears won't stop spilling.

She landed her plane safely, but what happened after that was, vague.

She rung the doorbell of Taylor's house that day, a smile plastered across his wife's face, expecting Ghost to be Mrs Taylor's husband.

They were waiting for his arrival, the interior of the house decorated beautifully with banners, the table was set for a family dinner, celebrating their son who had just turn one that day.

Yet it had to be her to break the tragic news to his wife, explaining, Lieutenant Jonathan "Tree" Taylor isn't coming back - ever.

A single drop of grief welled up from the corner of her eye as soon as she eyed Taylor's one year old son who wore a blue party hat with a cake in front of him, topped with a candle numbered '1'.

Her bottom lip quivered, and her shoulders dropped, her vision was blurry; it was difficult for her to see clearly. As more tears came, more thought whirled through her head, the guilt consuming her.

"I'm sorry"

No amount of apologies could bring him back.

Rosario Taylor fell to the floor in a disheveled heap as her grief poured out in uncontrollable tears.

The young lieutenant faced her friend's son, wanting to take her eyes off him so bad, it was hurting her even more.

The thought of it - losing a father on his first birthday, his son has to grow up without a father.

She blamed herself constantly, convincing herself that she was part of the reason why he died.

How she wished to die that very moment and every moment afterwards.

She couldn't remember what had happen after that, In a blink, she stood in front of five black caskets with no bodies in it.

The somber atmosphere surrounded her, she placed her palms onto each of their casket, guilt came after her again.

She constantly thought that it was better for her to die with them. It should've been her. Not them. If she did fight that day, she would've died and it would be fine for her.

Her parents were deceased and she has no family left. She was supposed to die, not him.

Not the people who left behind their family.

Her black navy uniform was stained with tears again, she had wiped her eyes so much they were red and swollen. The place was dark where the coffins were placed before the funeral.

She stood amongst her other comrades, giving a salute with her tear stained cheeks, as their caskets were lowered.

Five people were dead.

No, they weren't just 'people'.

Five of her friends died, leaving her alone in this cruel world.

The memories they spent together during Top Gun came back to her, how they spent their time together almost everyday, creating an unreplacable bond between them.

She remembered being in Top Gun with her other friends, Bradley, Jake, Natasha, Robert and others.

She was particularly close to Natasha, remembering the first time she laid eyes on Jake Seresin while Natasha instantly figured out that she liked him.

The time they had in Top Gun reminded her how hard they had to train to be there. Yet, when she thought she was a great pilot, five people died.

They could see the tears she was holding back, people said how she literally looked like her callsign.

Ghost.

But not everyone knew she was the only survivor of the mission. To their eyes, she was only close to the victims.

She made a formal request after the funeral, keep her name as classified so no one would know that she was the only survivor that day.

She did not want people to look down on her and pity her.

Still, the stories of their mission was soon spread amongst the navy. They later called the mission as "The Miscalculation Tragedy". The information of who was the only survivor of The Miscalculation Tragedy was classified.

Ghost carried on with life, conducting missions as ordered. She acted like nothing happened, not wanting her secret to get out. The tragedy scarred her for life, her guilt consuming everyday.

Yet, she put her flawless public facade, masking her true state.

Successfully fooling everyone.

2 years had past when she got called back to Top Gun for a special detachment mission.

"Here she comes ! The woman, the legend, Ghost"

"Great to see you again, Coyote" She smiled, taking the beer coyote had offered. Her eyes lingered to the blonde haired man who was bending his body, aiming to shoot the 8 ball.

She could admire him all night, how he was so perfect in her eyes, how his ego makes him hotter.

She would always look for his face in every random crowd, but he wouldn't even look for hers if she was standing right in front of him.

"Hangman," She smiled, he looked at her for a second, ignoring her. Then eyeing back to his game of pool.

It was sad, really.

How he would treat ladies like a woman, but he would treat her like dirt, like she meant nothing to him.

She knew she was pathetic, how she would always try again and again but have herself ignored by him and her dignity ripped apart.

She couldn't explain how she felt, each time he walked over to a lady and flirt with her. She felt worse than pathetic, wanting to be flirted so bad.

Their friendship has gone to the drain the moment he found out she liked him. Every moment since, he treated her like a plague.

She should hate him, really, but she couldn't

"Still him ?"

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw caressed her back, looking at the way she looked at him. The look of someone who was in love

"You deserve someone way better than him, Ghost."

She took a sip from her beer, looking at the brown eyes man who had just came into the bar.

"won't say anything to keep my dignity, Bradshaw" She chuckled, giving her best friend a hug

"It's good to see you again, Brad"

His heart skipped a beat, the way she called him by his nickname made his stomach filled with butterflies.

Hangman saw her through his peripheral vision, annoyed at the fact that she was hugging Rooster and not him.

But whose fault was it to neglect her feelings ?

He acted like he hated her the moment he found out that she liked him when he was in fact, the one who fell first.

He knows, she deserves someone better than him. He thought he wasn't good enough for her.

He wanted her the be treated by someone who's capable of loving her passionately. Jake Seresin was afraid of failing, so he made a plan. He needed her to hate him.

Something was different with her the moment she stepped in the bar, he was the one to sense it first.

Something was wrong with her, her smile didn't seem as genuine as it was two years ago.

Hangman kept quiet, he didn't have any right to straight up and ask her what was wrong. He lost that right ever since he saw her nothing more than a virus.

"Your mission will be destroying a uranium facility that's set to operate in three weeks time." Her mouth hung open when she heard that there was another uranium facility.

She's been called back for this ?

She's been called back to endure the same mission that killed her entire squad 2 years ago ?

"Now, I understand that 2 years ago, there was a similar uranium facility that has been destroyed by the naval aviator's strike team"

"Yeah, killing everyone but one" Hangman let out a low chuckle.

"But the mission was a success" Rooster defended

She felt her grip on her pen tighten, trying to keep a calm and professional expression.

She can't.

She can't face another mission like this.

"Which is why we do things differently now, We'll fly from below to avoid the SAMs that were placed, and we will anticipate the jets that are going to intercept our way out"

She blanked out, only for her to be left alone after class, Rooster tapping her shoulders after looking at the tear that escaped her eyes.

"Y/n ?"

"Huh ?" She wiped the tear that unknowingly trickled down

"You're crying, are you okay"

"I'm fine Bradley, I just have a lot in mind"

"Do you want to talk about it ?" He kneeled down to face her

"It's not something I like to talk about-"

"Lieutenant Jones ? A word please ?" Warlock called her, making her face him.

"I'll see you later, Rooster"

When she walked into Warlock's office, she didn't know that he was following her.

"You have been briefed, we completely understand if you would like to sit this one out, you know... after what happened last time with your squad, what were their callsigns again ?" Warlock was one of the people who knew about the miscalculation tragedy. Being one of the people inside the main carrier ship that day.

"Apollo, Phantom, Coma, Berlin and who's the other one who had a kid-"

"Tree, sir"

He nodded.

"Anyways, there will be no penalty if you decide that you're backing-"

"I would like to stay and conduct this mission, sir"

"Are you sure, even after-"

"Yes, sir"

Rooster eavesdropped their conversation, his brows knitted together, the callsigns he had just heard were the people who died during the miscalculation tragedy.

He began to put the pieces of puzzle together. There was only one person who survived, and they kept that information away from anyone. By the looks of it and Warlock's words, it could only mean one thing.

Y/n "Ghost" Jones was the only survivor to The Miscalculation Tragedy.

A/N : Hey @sicily1922 and anon ! Thanks for the request, I hope you like it ! There's not much angst and romance here, but I promise, the second part will be much more painful than this one ;) Reply on what you guys think on a second part. Cheers !

Taglist: @amandacavill @discoseal @ratcatcher2world @the-scribe-and-other-scribbles @valoraxx @starkleila @kanevill @autumnleaves1991-blog @tarohemianrocketmanapsody @ice-mans-world @multifandom-fangirl4 @typic4lpisces @needf0rspeed @miastuffsstuff @atthediscowithoutpanic @maellem @fangirlinc

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[tinkabelle24]

Raph's Workout Playlist

I remember curating one of these early on into my old TMNT-centred blog; figured I'd bring it back cos I remember having a lot of fun 😊

For those on Spotify, here's the playlist. Not all songs listed below are on there however, as they weren't available.

This should go without saying, but...

This list contains songs with explicit language.

UPDATED: May 2nd, 2024

Act a Fool - Remix (S-BEATS MUSIC, BLAZZE BEATZ)

AIN'T SO (thatboykwame, Arno Faraji)

Astronaut in the Ocean (Masked Wolf)

Bass (Merkules, Tech N9ne, Hopsin)

Beast - Southpaw Remix (Bob Bailey & The Hustle Standard, Busta Rhymes, KXNG Crooked, Tech N9ne)

Bezerk (Big Sean, A$AP Ferg, Hit-Boy)

Big Gangsta (Kevin Gates)

Break Ya Neck (Busta Rhymes)

Can't Be Touched (Roy Jones Jr., Mr Magic, Trouble)

Cinderella Man (Eminem)

Come On (Bonecrusher)

CLOUDS (NF)

Confident (Tasman Keith)

Crank That (Soulja Boy) [Travis Barker Remix] (Soulja Boy, Travis Barker)

Erbody But Me (Tech N9ne, Bizzy, Krizz Kaliko)

DNA (Kendrick Lamar)

Face Off (Tech N9ne, Joey Cool, King Iso, Dwayne Johnson)

Get Up (50 Cent)

Godzilla (Eminem, Juice WRLD)

Go Get It (T.I.)

Goosebumps - Remix (Travis Scott, HVME)

Grindin (NF, Marty)

Higher (Eminem)

HUMBLE - SKRILLEX REMIX (Kendrick Lamar, Skrillex)

I Don't Dance (DMX, mgk)

If I Can't (50 Cent)

IV. Sweatpants (Childish Gambino)

King Sh*t (Yo Gotti, T.I.)

Kings Never Die (Eminem, Gwen Stefani)

Kumbaya (Hopsin)

leavemealone (Fred again.., Baby Keem)

Leave Me Alone (NF)

Let's Go (Trick Daddy, Twista, Lil Jon)

Like I Ain't (Tech N9ne)

Lucky You (Eminem, Joyner Lucas)

Mask Off - Marshmellow Remix (Future, Marshmellow)

MIDDLE CHILD (J. Cole)

Mount Everest (Labrinth)

Movin' Bass - GTA Remix (Rick Ross, JAY-Z)

Never Enough (Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)

New Level (A$AP Ferg, Future)

No Excuses (NF)

Numb / Encore (JAY-Z, Linkin Park)

NO NAME (NF)

NOTHIN' TO IT (ON THE HUNT, Chandler)

Outcast (NF)

Phenomenal (Eminem)

POWER (Kanye West)

Push It (Rick Ross)

RAMPAGE (GRAVEDGR)

Reptile's Theme (Skrillex)

Real (NF)

REEL IT IN (Aminé)

Rip Your Heart Out (Hopsin, Tech N9ne)

Ruff Ryders' Anthem (DMX)

The Search (NF)

Shell Shocked (Juicy J, Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla Sign, Kill The Noise, Madsonik)

SICKO MODE - Skrillex Remix (Travis Scott, Skrillex)

THAT'S A JOKE (NF)

Till I Collapse (Eminem, Nate Dogg)

U Don't Like Me - Datsik Remix (Lil Jon, Diplo)

Warm Up (NF)

The Way I Am (Eminem)

What's Up Danger (Blackway, Black Caviar)

When I Grow Up (NF)

Who Run It (SWIDT)

Wolves (Big Sean, Post Malone)

You Should've Known (Hopsin, Dax)

I'll add more as I go 😅

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[rhoorl]

Week in Review | Oct. 22

Hi! Did you hear Pedro was on SNL?! I woke up, checked my phone, and it was the first thing I saw. What a freaking way to start the day. I WILL be watching the episode later today (so thankful I recorded it because I love SNL) and fair warning I WILL be obnoxious about it 😆

Well, now that I have that out of the way ... what a week. I have to start off by saying thank you. I was a bit down earlier in the week thanks to an interaction at work (more on that later), but thanks to Mr. and Baby Rhoorl, my dog, and my friends both in and outside of my phone my week turned around. Going through posts for this week in review helped me remember how much fun I had on here this week. So thank you. 

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

I Only Have Eyes for You by @tieronecrush - Frankie needs glasses and is nervous to pick them out. This was seriously so cute!

Throttled Control by @wildemaven - Competency kink on overdrive in this one. 

Catfish and Shadow by @musings-of-a-rose - I was so honored to get to beta read this one. I felt so many emotions while reading it so I don’t want to spoil it.

Javier Peña

@javierpena-inatacvest gave two little extras from the It’s Never Too Late universe. Take Me Home is a funny look into Javi picking up a drunk Osita from the bar. I’m going to give a gray sweatpants trigger warning for Movie Night because wow 🫠

Marcus Pike

I Work From Nine to Five, Hey, Hell I Pay the Price by @thetriumphantpanda - I really identified with this reader just based on some personal stuff from this week, so I loved seeing how sweet Marcus was. And I am also now picturing him dressed as Indiana Jones so… there’s that too.

Milk and Cookies by @undercoverpena - I am fully entrenched in the Pike Puddle and fics like this are a big reason why. Jo makes Marcus both so sweet and vulnerable and also sexy. The man is adorable and I can’t get enough.

Dieter Bravo

I submitted a prompt to @secretelephanttattoo for “pilfering through a Goodwill with Dieter” and El turned in Goodwill Hunting. I loved this so much and it’s not just because it had Dieter in sweatpant shorts….

Mr. Ben

@ladamedusoif dropped a little one-shot from the Visiting universe - An Inspecteur Calls. I love Ben and Lyd and the visual of him dressed like a detective a la Tim Rockford - gun holsters and all. Phew! 

Benny Miller

Benny's Beach Yoga by @linzels-blog - This off-shoot from the Delta Palms universe had me cackling. So funny and I want to be best friends with Betty and Edna. Oh, and of course there’s Benny being hot sooo…

Other characters

Good Things Take Time by @oonajaeadira - I have heard so much about this series and I am finally dipping my toes in. I’ve only read a couple sessions so far and I am HOOKED!

October Prompts

I am loving every single one of the entries @trulybetty has put out in the Autumnal Offerings series. This week I got Sequins Joel, a hippo-loving Dieter and so much more!

Current Compulsory Series:

These are series I am keeping up with at the moment, although I am behind on a couple!

The Pilot and His Girl (Frankie) by @avastrasposts

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog  

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest

Visiting (Mr. Ben) by @ladamedusoif

Posts from the week:

As I mentioned earlier, going through the last week of posts made me realize how much fun I’ve been having on here. Here are some of the highlights:

I look forward to Self Care with Dieter and Jett (@morallyinept) each week. The posts always make me laugh but also think and reflect. Some of the topics from this week’s post really hit home.

Do I think about Triple Frontier a lot? Yes. Do I have various headcanons about the guys? Also yes. Thankfully there seems to be some others who like to talk about that too. @laurfilijames asked me about the sleeping habits of the boys while @itspdameronthings asked about the domestic side of the boys. Both of these are topics I’m looking forward to exploring more because I have thoughts!

My inbox is always open…even if it means having to answer an impossible question. Thank you @legendary-pink-dot. (No, seriously, thank you for an opportunity to plaster gifs of The Hollywood Roundtable interview).

Also, thanks to @sin-djarin for letting us see our favorite pilot’s business card.

Feral corner:

So many thots from this week - from a Frankie-coded photo of P, to seeing how similarly Silva and Young Joel sleep, to once again having gifs from the Flaunt shoot grace my dash. Also P’s slutty little knee.

But honestly, nothing made me more feral this week than the WIP snippet @for-a-longlongtime gave us for a Tim Rockford x Javier Pena x reader fic. I am so ready for this.

Things I watched:

Honestly, not much this week. I caught up on some of my reality shows. I didn’t go to the movies (shocking, I know!). I still want to see A Haunting in Venice and I also need to get some Halloween movies into the lineup - the fact that I haven’t watched Hocus Pocus yet is honestly a travesty that I am going to remedy real soon. 

Personal Stuff

So, earlier this week I decided to do a vent post, just to get some thoughts down. I had every intention of deleting it within a few hours, until I started to receive the nicest messages. I tend to be a lot more reserved in my life outside of here and don’t really share my thoughts or feelings. But, I’ve taken my time here to go outside of my comfort zone and be a bit more vulnerable. Heck, putting my writing out there was a big step m. I feel lucky to have been able to meet and interact with some great people here. I really do mean that from the bottom of my heart.

Fic updates:

Got new chapters out for both Working Title and Delta Landscaping this week. I say this all of the time and hope I don’t sound like a broken record or disingenuous, but it truly makes my day whenever anyone interacts with my stories. I love talking about these characters and these worlds. 

Thanks for making it this far! My inbox is always open so drop by and say hi! 🙂

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl fic rec #pedro pascal character fanfiction #Pedro Pascal characters #pedro stories

[xmorguekittyx]

Ever Unlocked

Part 9: Date Nights, Pizza and Cheap Beer

Part 8: Birthdays Are Suppose to Be Fun, Right?

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: descriptive smut, almost smut, interrupted smut, will be continued in the next chapter, (i’m still trying to get better at smut), talk of female and male anatomy, making out, spit

As they say, all good things must come to and end. Come to an end they do, the sun, once bright and warm on the skin , now hidden away by gloomy clouds, crying their tears cooling the heated flesh. Her feet splashed freezing water over her bare legs, Leon's boot splashing in the same puddle after her, arms raised as he covered them with that jacket that he was hardly ever without. His lips pulled back into a smirk, eyes shining as he watched the girl squeal and dodge rain drops in front of him. Her skirt flowing behind her as she ran, giving him the perfect view as her joy infected him.

  "The pizza's gonna get wet!", she squealed, her hands trying to protect the boxed dinner. "Just get inside!", Leon grinned as he watched her pout over her shoulder at him, running into her apartment building. Her shoulder hitting the glass door as she held it open for him. "Fuck! It went from blazing to freezing in minutes.", she shivered, her dress nearly soaked through despite Leon's attempt of covering her with his jacket. "Come on, let's get to your apartment and get you changed.", Leon's hand was soft on her arm, rubbing the skin to try and bring her some heat from the friction. "You are freezing.", his voice was laced with concern. His lips pulled into a frown as he looked down at the sun dress clad woman. His hands felt so warm, though he had been out there with her. She wanted to just fall back into his chest and relish in his natural warmth, it was like he was her own personal heater. She hadn't realized how warm he was before, nor had she ever been this close. Every breath was a whiff of his scent, slightly musky and warm, he smelt like he used a cologne, one he probably saw and didn't even give mind to. She wanted more, to be in his scent, his presence longer.

  "Oh, it's nice to see you again, Leon!", Leon's hair on the back of his neck stood on end, hearing the older woman's voice as he turned, seeing her walking down the hall. The assistant's head tilted, her eyes going from the elderly woman to Leon with a quirked brow. She didn't remember Leon and Mrs. Jones ever meeting, no, she was certain they hadn't ever met before. "You two really do look so lovely, a beautiful couple.", Mrs. Jones' hand patted the woman's arm as she passed her, giving her a kind smile. She watched the elder woman walk outside the doors, letting her dog out into the pouring rain. She narrowed her eyes at the woman. "Come on, you're still freezing.", Leon urged the woman, taking her arm and directing her towards her apartment. The dimmed lights flickering with the raging storm.

  "How did she know your name is Leon?", she couldn't hold in her curiosity anymore as she laid the pizza on the counter, the cardboard box wet in her hands. "I don't remember you ever meeting her...", she trailed off, placing her bag in the stool at the counter. Leon knew he couldn't tell her the truth, it upset him, brows knotting into a knot as he looked down at her. His blue eyes soft in a way only he could keep them during a lie. "I met her when i dropped you off that first night, she caught me as i was leaving and introduced herself. I told her i was visiting you.", he spoke just soft enough for her to feel a bit guilty for being so weary. "Oh. You didn't say you met her.", she mouth shrugged, her arms crossing as she shuttered once more. "Go change, you're gonna catch a cold.", Leon pushed the back of her bicep, turning her towards her room.

  She didn't argue as she pushed herself to the bedroom, her head hung as she tried to heat herself up quicker. "Plates are in the second cabinet if you want to grab two- and beers in the fridge!", she called out the last part from down the hall as she shut her door. Leon watched her until the door was shut, cutting off his view of the soaked woman. A deep breath entered his lungs through his nose, before he released it harshly. Stupid, old bitch nearly blew everything out of the water, nearly ratted on him, be it unknowingly, but he couldn't risk her contradicting his own story. He could hear the door across from her apartment shut, signaling the older woman was back inside her own apartment. The thought of the woman even daring to speak to his girl and ruin what he worked for nearly caused a blood vessel to burst from his forehead. He had to cover his tracks, he had to make sure she never got the wrong impression of him. He already fucked up grabbing her hand and hurting her. A dull feeling wrapped his hand in its grip, his eyes fluttering down to the hand that had so viciously snapped at hers. He curled his fingers, eyes closing as he took a minute. Trying to calm himself before she came back. He tried to think of something that didn't trigger his mind, something that sparked that soft and caring, compassionate feeling in his heart.

  "Leon!", a voice called, something following it in a childlike laughter. "Leon Kennedy, this is not funny!", the voice called once more. The panic in their tone was evident by the way it intertwined in the motherly nature of it. "Please, baby, you're scaring me...", Leon's laughter couldn't be contained as his little voice rung out laughter in the small closet. His childlike mind, he didn't understand how much his disappearing act stressed out his mother. As soon as he broke out in the joyous sound, the closet door ripped open, "Leon!", she yelled, "you can't do that to me. I turn around for five minutes and you're gone.", his mother's voice was full of relief and also annoyance as she looked down at the blonde haired boy. "You know i don't like it when you hide in the closet.", she sighed, her little boy, the definition of innocence. Her hands went under his arms, lifting the now nearly six year old boy up. "You scared your mama, amore.", her fingers brushed against his soft hair, brushing it back behind his ear as she gazed lovingly into his blue eyes that mirrored her own. "Do not hide from me again.", she pressed a soft kiss onto the side of his head, he tucked his head under her chin as he bawled up the soft fabric of her shirt in his small hands. "I'm sorry, mama.", his little whisper nearly broke her heart. "It's okay, Leon."~

"Leon?", his eyes snapped open to look down, catching sight of the woman in front of him, she looked worried, her eye pointedly watching him as she stood, shifting her weight from leg to leg. "Are you okay? You were like zoned out.", she stepped closer to him. "Are you feeling sick? Are you coming down with a cold from the weather? If i need to-", "Hey, hey. Slow down.", Leon's lips moved to an somber smile. "I was just lost in thought.", he whispered, his eyes holding a look that she hadn't seen in them before. Almost longing as she shot him an 'are you sure?' look, before deciding to let it go for now. The whole family thing must've really gotten to him. It made her heart ache for the man, his melancholy look was not something she was familiar with, nor something she wanted to grow use to.

"I'm fine-", he snapped, his hand clenching as he looked down at her, "i'm fine, honestly. Can we just relax?", his tense voice was accompanied by a twitch to his jaw, eyes hardening as he looked down at the woman who reminded him so much of the memories he wanted to keep repressed. Maybe now wasn't the time to explain his past to her. He'd always had a hard time discussing his mother, to therapists, friends, anyone. Even the cop that adopted him after- "please... i'm sorry, i'm just- i want to have a nice night with you.", Leon's arms wrapped around the woman. His head tucked into her shoulder, she wasn't much shorter than him at all. He felt her warmth now, it was his turn to take in her scent. The clean, lavender scent, he wondered if that's what she used on her laundry as she always smelt like lavender.

  She wrapped her arms around his waist, her arms pressed to his back as she confronted the man. "We're gonna have a great night.", she wasn't convinced by his words but she knew better than to push him after the events that took place earlier in the day. "It's okay-"

  "Leon, it's okay.", that motherly voice, the fear and terror as she knelt down next to the crying boy. "it's okay... mama's here baby.", she comforted the boy, his watery eyes so soft and his cheeks red from his sobbing. "you're okay, Leon. It's just a little cut.", his mother shushed him, scooping up the boy. Cradling him to her chest. She took his hand into her slender pale fingers, "shhh...", she cooed, rocking him. "it's okay.", her lips pressed a soft kiss to the wound that had stopped bleeding nearly five minutes ago. He'd touched knife his mother had left unattended as she turned to mix the pasta, unsticking the starchy noodles from one another until she heard that shrill scream. Leon's finger bleeding onto her cutting board, his mother had always been a little air headed. Maybe that's why he stuck so close to the woman he was currently enwrapped with. The woman that reminded him so much of his mother. The woman he'd inherited his Italian side from, the woman he-

  "Here, let's go sit down and enjoy the pizza.", she brushed the hair at the back of his head, her fingers dug deep into the blonde strands when he came back to the present. Blue eyes looked back at her as he nodded, they were glassy and red as he chuckled. "it's probably cold by now, i'm sorry.", he whispered, his tone so so broken. "Don't be sorry.", she patted his stomach, her other hand wrapped around his back. "Go sit down, i'll bring everything and you can pick what we watching, okay?", she offered him a shy smile, watching his lips turn in a half assed way, trying his hardest to mirror her own.

  "I'm sorry.", the words were spoken as she went for a bite, her eyes going from the cheese oozing off the side of her reheated pizza to him, he hadn't so much as touched a bite of his. "Don't be sorry and eat your pizza.", she hushed him, she didn't want him to feel bad for being upset. Rebecca had slipped days ago and spoke about his past, how haunting it was. She didn't give too much detail as his file didn't either. "But-", he started, his plate pressed to his thighs, she knew it was probably burning his skin under his jeans. She sighed, cutting him off as she placed her plate onto the coffee table. The clink followed by the couch creaking as she leaned over the middle seat, her chest brushing Leon's bicep. "Alright-", she lifted one of his pieces by the crust. "Since you're wanting to be sorry, you can be sorry with a mouthful of pizza.", she lifted the piece to his lips. To which he side eyed her with a confused look, like, genuinely confused. He didn't know what came over her to have her become so bold. "Open 'em.", her finger brushed his lip, "Open them~", she sing songed, "i didn't reheat this just for it to grow cold again because you're being pouty.", she pouted her lips, trying to crack the man's down facade.

  Leon's cheeks were on fire as her finger pad brushed his lip, her soft finger. He wanted to nip the flesh, to taste her. "Are you okay, Leon?", her voice was so caring and light. The pizza now laid down on the plate as Leon leaned up, sliding the plate next to hers, letting the thought of hunger leave his mind, he was hungry but this was a primal hunger as his hand cradled hers, rubbing the sides of her palm with his thumb. He wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her into him as he laid his back against the armrest. He felt the wood under the padding press into his spine. The weight of her body slowly rest upon his ribs. He couldn't pull his eyes from hers, the flustered look on her features as she let him lead her.

Her chest pressed to his as he lifted his arm from her back, pushing the strands of hair from her face, he wanted a good look, he wanted to study her. He needed to see her, to see her in this light, where he could openly gaze upon her and not feel like some creepy co worker. Her face followed his hand, silently asking for his touch. Her hair falling back into her face, his brows scrunching in annoyance as he pushed back the stubborn hair. Her eyes closed, lips parted as his thumb ran across her bottom lip. He watched, the curve of her nose, the apples of her cheeks and the dip of her chin. He couldn't help the heat that built within his core. His pretty little bunny, god, he wanted to ravish her. He felt so sick, he knew what he did before was wrong and the things he planned to put her through... he couldn't find it in himself to regret the plan that unfolded in his mind. He couldn't find it within himself to stop, to spare the powerless creature before him.

  "Can i kiss you?", the backs of his fingers brushed at the flat of her cheek, feather like as she pushed outback desperate breath of air, her lip tucked between her teeth as she succumbed to the warm affection she felt from him. Her chest heavy as she anticipated his next move, the words from his lips made her shiver, more intense than the cold. "Please...", she whimpered, she didn't care how desperate she looked, laying across his body, feeling how his core tightened, his body tensing from the sheer dominance he felt over her. Her desperation feeding straight into his headspace. His fingers caressing down until his pointer finger pressed into the bone of her jaw, before he twisted his hand, cupping her jaw and pulling her closer to him. His eyes on her lips as she moved closer under his command, his gesture. He could smell the beer on her breath, he knew his own held that same scent. Maybe that's why he felt like he could take her.

  His lips enclosed around her plump bottom lip, her taste bitter but the plush of her lip was enough to break the bitterness on his tongue. Fingers moved to the base of her skull, hand sliding up and into her hair. He fisted her hair, pushing her head closer to his as his breath fanned her face. Her own, daintier hands pressed to his pecks, her breath fanning his as a deep moan left Leon's lips, pooling into hers. He didn't think about how much more he'd crave her after this. His drug, his innocence, his bunny rabbit, caged under his control and blind to the dangers of the wolf she lay with. His fingers tightened their grip, pulling at her scalp as she whined into his mouth. He immediately opened his hand, massaging the spot he had pulled. "'m sorry-", he pulled back enough to mumble the words to her, his eyes still tightly closed as he connected their lips again, his tongue brushing against the plump of her lips. Her own parting to let him in, his wet muscle brushing against hers as he explored her mouth, the taste of beer and of her, it intoxicated him more than any alcohol could. He felt his cock brush her lower stomach, her own whiny moan falling on his tongue as he moved his other hand to grip at her face, holding her still as he felt her tongue brush his own. Fuck, he'd never have enough. She was so reactive, her whimper of pain from his harsh hold on her jaw had him reeling with excitement. He pulled away from her, a line of spit connecting them as he leaned back into her, her eyes locked on his face as he licked the spit from her lip, collecting it on his tongue and smiling at her, pressing a closed lip kiss to hers. "You're such a good girl, bunny. Taste so good.", he groaned, she moved to lean closer to his face, brushing her thigh against his hardened cock.

He hissed, pressing a brutal grip into her hips as he stopped her. Air sucked between his teeth as he threw his head back, "Fuck-!", his hips buckled up into her plush thigh. "Don't... i won't be able to stop with you.",  he whined, "i don't want to take you like this, sweet girl.", he lifted his head to look down at her. "Wanna make it special for you. Wanna treat you to dinner or something-", her hand brushed against the tent in his pants. Her lip held between her teeth. "Can i just taste you?", she gave him a shy peek, her eyes shining as she ran her finger over the apex of his tent. He snapped his hips up at her hand. "Bunny- no.", he grabbed her wrist, softer than he had earlier. "Not gonna have you suck me off and leave you all needy.", he groaned, his eyes closing as he thought about her cunt. He wanted to feel, to see. "Take your pants off.", he spoke to her. "Take them off, now.", she looked like a deer in headlights. Her body stilling, "I wasn't asking, bunny. Do it.", he growled, pushing her back so she laid on the couch. "Let me see you.", he whispered, his body now caging hers to the couch. "Come on... don't make me tell you again.", he took her hand, guiding it to her waist band of her pjs. "Atta girl.", he smirked, her cheeks blushed as she stared up at him, dazed as he pushed her into the submissive headspace. "Are you my bunny? My pretty, sweet little bunny?", he whispered, his lips going to her ear as he felt her knees come up, pushing her pants down below them. "Good girl.", he whispered, his lips pressing a kiss to the hook of her ear. "Let me look at you.", he sat back on his calves, he looked from her face that was turned form him, blushing as she had her eyes closed. Her chest that was speeding up in rhythm, her pretty, bare pubic, then her slit, her pretty, wet cunt. "She's crying for me.", he mused, a smile on his lips. "She wants some attention too, she was jealous i was paying too much attention to your pretty lips.", he whispered, leaning over and letting his breath fan her cunt. "She's so pretty, of course she is...", he ran his finger through her folds, collecting her slick as he gazed at how it dripped from his finger. "God, i just wanna fill you so full, bunny, see you dripping with my cum in that pretty pussy.", he moaned, her whiny breaths turning into pants as she tried to rub her legs together. His hand going between her legs and stopping them. "No. None of that, be patient, if you're greedy i'll stop.", he wanted her, he wouldn't stop, he just wanted to keep her in that desperate state.

  As soon as his lips went to hers, his hands wrapped around her thighs, the once bright light was gone with a flick. His eyes snapping open as she sat up. "Fuck.", she groaned, "the power.", she whined, pulling her knees up to her chest. Leon sat back, his eyes scanning for his phone in the pitch black, only the lightening from behind her window gave him any guidance. He felt for the device before securing it, flipping it and unlocking his screen. Severe Thunderstorm Warning: Threat to Property: Severe. "We're gonna be in this for a good little while.", he spoke as he watched the radar. "Just the calm before the storm.", she whispered, her head in her hands. "Appears so.", he sighed, "My place may still have power if you want me to take you?", he offered, "don't want you stuck here without power for who knows how long.", Leon brushed her hair back, seeing her hide her face in her hands. "Plus, you'll get to see my apartment, it's not nearly as cozy, but i usually don't lose power during the storms.", he smiled at her, if he took her to his, it just made them that much closer. It meant that he could show her into his life, since she'd be such a large part of it, she already was. He wanted her to be an even larger part, the largest... and maybe they could pick up here he left off.

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So heard you were taking requests for Death 👀

Could i ask for a Death with an outlaw/thief fox reader whos literally just Robin Hood

That sounds really cool, and since I can’t sleep this is coming right up!

Death with a fox outlaw! Reader who is just like Robin Hood.

Warnings: robbing, swearing and just a little bit of fighting, greedy rich people.

No specific pronouns.

Since there was no romantic or platonic specified ask it can be what ever you want it to be.

You robbed yes, but you had a reason to rob people. Only robbing from greedy rich people because they would do nothing to help you village when they needed it and knew they could help the people who were in poor condition.

It started when you were a teen, “please my shop is the only thing I have to keep me in business”! A man on his knees begged a man in a black suit. “I’m must say you people will do anything to keep your money in your small piggy banks”. The man smiled down at the man, his eyes were pure greed filled and his eyes burned into the man’s head.

“It’s such a shame I must say but I am buying your shop from you”. You saw as the man on the ground ball his fist and tears welled up in his eyes. That day you realized what you were gonna do.

That very night you broke into the greedy man’s home and stole anything valuable while he was drinking at the pub. Your ears twitched at the clock ticking. A small gasp fell from your snout and you ran to the clock, it was a grandfather clock. “This must be worth a fortune”. You stated, reaching a law out you pulled the clock from where it stood and put it on your horse. Returning back inside you saw the man’s safe unlocked, “he must have forgot to shut it completely”.

As you walked closer to the safe your eyes widened at the amount of money inside. Taking every last penny from the safe you put it into a separate bag and shut the safe. After taking anything valuable you rode home. “I’ll be damned if the man takes mr. jones shop away from him”. You spoke as you hid everything until you could sell them the next day.

After getting all of the money from the valuables you smiled as you walked to mr. Jones’s home. Knocking he answered and his wife opened the door. “Is mr.jones here ma’am”? You asked with the most politeness. She nodded and went to get him, walking out he was confused. “What are you doing here y/n”? He asked asks your ears twitched.

“I think this is enough to buy back your shop sir”. You told him taking out the money. His eyes widened so did his wife’s. “Where did you-“ “do not worry about it”. You responded to his question that you cut off. You smiled at him, handing him the money you turned. “Hey y/n”. He said you turned back to him with a questioning look, “sir”? You asked your ears falling back. “Thank you for this may you have a wonderful life”. He answered your question with a smile happy tears now forming in his eyes. “Anytime”. You smiled walking to your horse you jumped back in it riding home.

Now back to present you were fighting a guard. He slashed at your face only for you to dodge with ease, lowering your head you bit onto his leg. He screamed in pain and fell onto his back cradling his leg. His face turned back to you only for you to knock him out with your foot.

“Ah the mischievous y/n”. You turned only to see a wolf, “and who might you be since you know who I m”? You asked picking your blade pointing it at the wolf. He only grinned, “my name is death and I don’t mean that in a metaphorically, or any other fancy way I am death straight up”. He said and you felt a chill run up your spine.

“Are you here to collect my soul”? You asked a eyebrow raised. He let out a small chuckle. “No I’m here to collect the old man that you just robbed from after all it’s his time to go”. You lowered your blade and smiled, “the doors wide open so there’s that you stated pointing to the door that was busted from you kicking it in.

“Ah thanks I guess”. The wolf said walking inside. Putting the valuables on your horse you got in it about to ride off. “Hey after you are done with selling them I’ll meet with you again”. Death said standing beside the beside the knocked out guard.

“We’ll see about that”. You said as you rode off. The next day while you were taking a day off you heard a whistle. You held your knife close to your chest.

“It’s just me muerte”. You heard as you turned and pointed the blade at him. “I guess you weren’t lying huh”? You said with a small smile.

“Nope not at all”. You put your knife back into its holder on your belt, even in your own living room you couldn’t be to safe you never know who might be after you.

“Do you value you life at all”? He suddenly asked. You stopped mid track of fixing your belt.

“I do I steal from the greedy and give to the poor”. You answered, “I just use my life to give to others and I will die doing this”.

He smiled at how you lived, “you would die for someone that you wouldn’t even know but if they needed help you would put your life on the line huh”? He asked and you smiled.

“Of course it’s what I’ve been doing ever since I was a teen”.

“And that’s how it’s gonna be for the rest of my time”.

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Christmas Market - Maya Le Tissier x Reader

Summary: While at a the local Christmas Market with your siblings you run into an old friend.

A/N: Requested by an Anon. This is the final holiday fic, might also be the last fic of the year, we'll see.

Ever since you and your siblings moved away for uni, there hasn’t really been much reason for you to go home and see your parents.

To be fair, normally it’s your parents coming to see the three of you in America but for some reason, this year they insisted that you all come home to ‘preserve tradition’ or some other nonsense.

Preserving tradition is the reason why you’re currently trapezing through the local Christmas market with your brother and sister.

“Y/N, do you remember when we were like 12 or 13 and we got locked out of the house, so you climbed in through the 2nd-floor window,” your brother, Lennox, asks while walking backward.

“It happened more than once,” you say, laughing when he trips and stumbles backward.

“I remember Old Man Laurent was so angry every time he came outside to walk his dog and he’d see you on the roof,” your sister, Stevie, says, “It always turned into a lecture.” She lowers her voice to imitate your neighbor, “You damn Y/L/N triplets, just wait till I tell your parents about this.”

The three of you burst into laughter that is quickly stopped when you hear a familiar voice call out, “If it isn’t the Y/L/N triplets.”

“Hi Mr. Laurent,” the three of you say in unison, immediately moving to stand in a straight line, oldest to youngest, just like when you were kids.

“What are the three of you troublemakers doing at the market,” the elderly man asks.

“We’re gonna take a picture with Santa to surprise our mum with,” you answer.

“I suppose someone ought to warn the jolly fella then because if I recall correctly the three of you were always topping the naughty list.

“No sir,” Lennox says, “We were always perfect angels.”

“Tell that to the Jones boy, he still walks with a limp all these years later,” Mr. Laurent says while stroking his beard.

“At 18, he had no business trying to bully three 11-year-olds,” Stevie says, “Now if you don’t mind, Santa isn’t going to be here all night, I’ve heard he’s a very busy man.”

With that, your sister grabs you and Lennox by the hand and begins dragging you to join the line to meet St. Nick.

“Steve,” you begin when you’re far enough from Mr. Laurent, “Can you let go now, you’re hurting us.”

“Please,” your brother adds.

With an overly dramatic groan, Stevie lets go of your hands, much to your relief.

Unfortunately, your sister’s dramatics continue for the entire time you wait in line, but she manages to pull it together as you approach the man in the red suit.

Said man seems very shocked to see three 20-year-olds coming to take a photo with him.

“Happy Christmas, you three,” he says, “I suppose that you’ll be wanting a photo and to tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“That’s the plan, “ Lennox responds.

“And will it be one of the young ladies taking a seat on my lap?”

“No, he will,” you and your sister say simultaneously.

The man lets out a nervous laugh but doesn’t say anything as Lennox sits directly in his lap.

The photo portion is very quick but when he asks what presents you want, you get the express pleasure of watching him grow angry with each of your requests.

A weed grinder for Lennox.

A scent-proof case for Stevie.

And most importantly, flavored rolling papers for you.

“Gifts that we can share, we are triplets,” you say with a cheeky grin.

That’s the final straw for Market Santa as he all but shoves Lennox off him and sends you to collect your photos with strict instructions to not return.

As the three of you walk away, howling with laughter, you trip doing the same thing Lennox was doing earlier: walking backward.

Except instead of just hitting the ground as he did, you find yourself in the arms of the person you ran into.

Scrambling to stand under your own power, you turn around to apologize only to be stopped by your own shock.

“Hey, sorry about that,” you say before cutting yourself off, “Maya? What’re you doing here?”

“Hey y/N, long time no see,” your childhood friend says before acknowledging your siblings, “Hi Stevie and Lennox.”

“Sup Maya.”

“So L.T. what brings you back to this little island, shouldn’t you be off winning football matches somewhere,” you ask.

“Season’s on pause for the holidays,” she answers, “Besides I always come home for the holidays, it’s the three of you that don’t.”

You, Lennox, and Stevie have enough sense to look guilty.

“Well we’ve never been known for our decision-making skills,” Stevie says.

“The Y/L/N Triplets the whole island was always worried about the next thing that you would get into.”

“Well give it a couple of hours and everyone will know what we asked Santa for,” Lennox laughs.

“Oh god, was that you guys that got escorted away just now,” Maya asks with a grimace, “Wait, isn’t your family Jewish?”

“We’re under strict instructions from our lawyers to not incriminate ourselves,” you tell her, “But may if you come to get hot chocolate with us.”

“Yea, Y/N/N is paying,” your brother says from behind you, pushing your shoulder.

“Yup, my treat.”

“Well, if it’s your treat then I guess I have to come with you,” she says, sending a bright grin in your direction.

The four of you continue along the path to the hot chocolate stand, where you somewhat begrudgingly pay for your siblings’ drinks. Drinks that they annoyingly put a million extra priced additions into.

Warm beverages in hand, your small group finds an empty table to occupy.

“So outside of harassing market Santas, what have you three been up to,” Maya asks once you’re all settled, “My dad said that you guys left for uni in the States.”

“Yea, New Mexico,” Lennox says, “It sucks out there.”

“You say that every day and yet somehow I’m the only one with enough balls to drop out.,” you laugh before taking a sip of your drink.

“Ok, Y/N, sorry we can’t all be talented at punching people in the face,” Stevie snarks.

“Back up a second,” Maya says, both staving off the inevitable argument and re-inserting herself into the conversation, “Y/N, you dropped out? I thought you wanted to be a doctor?”

“School just wasn’t for me, I’m training for the UFC now.”

“More like you were irrationally heartbroken over a girl who still doesn’t know you’re in love with her,” Lennox mumbles seconds before a loud thud is heard, presumably from Stevie kicking him.

“Len, didn't you say you wanted to get your girlfriend a souvenir while we were here,” she asks him standing up.

“What? No.”

“Yes you did, come on.”

Stevie doesn’t give him much say in the matter as she actually drags him from his seat and away from the table.

After watching them walk away for a while, Maya turns back to you and speaks.

“Do they know that they’re not subtle at all or do they know and just not care?”

“Steve knows but she could not care less,” you answer, “and Len, well, he’s been dense as a crate of bricks our whole lives.”

That gets you the laugh you were hoping for, it breaks the tension and suddenly you’re 15 again, sneaking away from your siblings to watch her run circles around the boys on the local team.

“That does explain a lot of what he did while we were in school,” she says when she stops laughing, “But it doesn’t explain what he meant when he said you’re heartbroken over someone who doesn’t know that you love them.”

“I have no idea what he was talking about,” you say, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“Lennox might be dense but you’re a terrible liar.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Maya says, Leaning across the table toward you and staring directly into your eyes.

“Your mom ever tell you not to make deals with the devil?”

“She might’ve mentioned it once or twice but hear me out,” she says, “If you tell your girl how you feel, I’ll come to your first professional fight, no matter what.”

“Ok so I get to embarrass myself twice, cool but no deal,” you say, eyes still on hers, leaning forward in return.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m not,” you retort, “What would I even say: Hey, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Would you let me take you on a date even though we live on different sides of the planet?”

“Yup.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she confirms.

“Alright, Maya, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Would you let me take you on a date even though we live on different sides of the planet?”

You can tell that you’ve caught her off guard but as she goes to respond your siblings come rushing over.

“Y/N/N, look what we found,” Lennox shouts, holding something in his hand in the space above you and Maya’s heads, “Mistletoe!”

“Do you know who you want to write your Eulogy because I’m going to,” you’re cut off by the feeling of soft lips pressing against your cheek.

Turning your head, you stare wide-eyed as Maya settles back into her seat.

“I’ll kiss you for real when you take me on a real date,” she says with a smirk settling on her face. “Tonight doesn’t count, it wasn’t planned and Stevie and Lennox were here nearly the whole time.”

“Fair enough.”

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