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mfackenthal · 4 years

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The MFackenthal Show with Guest Star @usuallyamazinglyaverage!

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Megs: Hello Hello Hello!!! Oh my gosh, I cannot believe it has been so long since my last show. It’s truly so wonderful to see all of you here! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to catch up on my old shows and to encourage me to continue with them! But enough about me, I am not why you are here today. Today, you are here to meet another AMAZING guest. Please help me welcome to the stage @usuallyamazinglyaverage!

Mar shyly walks on the stage and gives Megs a hug. They sit down on the couch facing the audience, their bodies angled towards one another.

Mar, I am so glad that you are here today. Thank you for agreeing to be on the show!

Mar: Megs, I am delighted and simply honored to be here. I can’t believe I am on The Mfackenthal Show!

Megs: And I am so glad you are here. You and I connected over a shared love for one Ethan Ramsey and I have loved watching you grow as a writer!

Mar: Awh, Megs! I think I’m blushing!

Megs: Oh stop! You’re an amazing writer. And we’re going to talk all about that shortly, but first, can you tell us when you joined the fandom and what brought you here?

Mar: Well, I officially joined in mid-april 2019, when I created my blog, but I’ve been following the choices fandom for much longer than that. While I’ve been a part of other fandoms before, this was the first time I really wanted to join in.

BRRRRRING! BRRRRRING!!! A phone rings from somewhere backstage.

Megs and Mar look at each other with questions in their eyes. Megs looks behind her for the source of the sound, but when it stops, she just looks at Mar and shrugs.

… I discovered the choices app by chance in the Apple store one weekend, while looking for something to distract myself with. I always loved games that featured in-depth romances, so of course my interest was peaked immediately. The first book that got my attention was Big Sky Country. I was instantly hooked. After I read that one, I browsed through more books and found Open Heart. Pixelberry had just released the first few chapters - and that’s when the real fun began! Hospital drama? Interesting plot? Quite a few really cool love interests? Sign me the heck up! Of course, the one who got me really into it was our resident smartass doctor, Ethan Ramsey... Which is why I looked through tumblr right after finishing chapter 3, to see if a fandom for this strange and wonderful game existed. The rest is, as you say, history.

Megs: And just about a year later, you’re still here! And so is Open Heart 2!! Eeek! That last chapter you wrote with Ethan helping MC work out and then showering. Damn girl! If you haven’t read it yet, folks, check out the link at the bottom of your screen:

https://usuallyamazinglyaverage.tumblr.com/post/612091098044792832/two-more-minutes-ethan-x-mc

While Megs is pointing out the link, a red phone booth is rolled out onto the left side of the stage beside the couch. Mar just glares at it. Megs doesn’t seem to see it at all because it’s behind her.

Megs: The fandom is an interesting place. What do you love about the fandom? What do you dislike? What would you like to say to the fandom?

Mar: The better question is, what don’t I love about it? There is so much talent and kindness in this fandom, it’s sort of mindblowing! I was welcomed with such enthusiasm and I have made many (hopefully) lasting friendships as well. But, like all fandoms, we have our problems. Some people will never get over the fact that the opinions of others will often differ from their own. That kind of toxicity is a part of every fanbase, unfortunately.

The phone in the phone booth starts ringing. Megs jumps up and practically into Mar’s lap.

Megs: What the hell?!

Megs and Mars just hold each other for a moment.

The phone keeps ringing.

Megs: Umm, should we answer it?

Mar: Not it!

Megs: What?! They’re probably calling for you!

Mar: Megs, this is your show. I’m guessing it’s for you.

Megs: Hmm, that is strong logic. Let’s just ignore it and see if it stops.

Mar: Sounds good to me.

Megs: Okay, umm, what were we talking about …

Brrrrrring!

Megs: damn it! Why is it still ringing?! I guess phone booths don’t have voicemail, huh? Okay … umm … shakes her head … okay, tell me, what do you do when you’re not producing work for the fandom; what do you do for fun?

The phone stops ringing.

Mar: Oh, the silence is wonderful, isn’t it? Well, when I’m not writing for the fandom or interacting with other fans, I go to school. I’m currently finishing up the first year of my apprenticeship, to become a nursery school teacher/educator. The whole thing is super stressful, but it’s my dream to one day work with kids and teens. So I endure, haha!

As for fun, You already know that I love writing and reading, of course. I also play a lot of video games, they have played a huge part in life since I was about seven years old. I also meet up with close friends, when I have the time.

Megs: Speaking of writing - I totally got sidetracked by that damned-

Brrrrring! The phone starts ringing again.

Megs: looks down dejectedly - phone. Ugh! I hate phone calls. How about you, Mar?

Mar: Oh Megs, the truth is I’m a dork! I can interact with people under normal circumstances just fine, I am usually quite confident. But talking on the phone? Nope. Job interviews? Total nope. Flirting? Absolute no go. I’m a social disaster when it comes to that kind of stuff. The phone is the worst.

Megs: Awh, well, you’re doing great on my show. We would never have known any of that! I’m guessing you told my producers about hating the phone and they decided all these phones would be funny because I also hate the phone. I was really hoping you’d want to answer these phones ... but I guess our shared hatred that means it would be really mean of me to ask you to answer this phone then, huh?

Mar: In fact, it would be.

Megs: Hmm … well, I have an idea …

Megs goes into the phone booth and picks up the receiver and then just drops it back on the base.

Megs: There we go - we can just say we got disconnected. .

Mar just laughs while Megs looks very smug and proud of herself.

Megs: So, let’s talk some more about writing. What’s your favorite work that you have written?

Mar: Mhhh, I actually think that changes every time I post something new! My more recent works are the ones I often enjoy the most, because I can see the improvements I made, I can see progress in my writing. People may have noticed that I write a lot of smut - which is also a favorite pastime for me. Something about writing it just tickles my fancy, I have so much fun doing it!

Megs: What a healthy attitude! Can you share with us your writing process?

Mar: To be honest, I don’t really have one. I write when inspiration strikes and when I feel up to it. When an idea excites me, it usually takes me a lot of time to get it done, because I want it to be just right. What I do need for writing is music that fits the topic of the fic though. If it’s something fluffy, I’ll listen to romantic songs. If it’s something smutty, I’ll listen to sexy songs. It helps me get into the right headspace for whatever I’m about to write.

Megs: What advice do you have for other writers? Especially other fanfic writers?

Mar: Best advice I can give is not to think too hard about it. Just go with the flow, write what feels good. When the words won’t come, step away from your work and take a breather. Eat something. Do some sit-ups. Watch an episode of your favorite show. Just come back to it later, your inspiration will strike eventually.

Megs: That is sage advice.

Mar: Now Megs, I have a question for you. How and where did you get the idea for the interviews? I’ve never seen anything like this on tumblr!

Megs: That’s a great question, Mar. The idea was the brainchild of a group of people. It started with me trying to find a way to add something to the fandom that didn’t involve me writing a fic. At that time, I said I wasn’t a writer. I read and I left reviews and that was as much writing as I was willing to do. I was gaining followers though and I wanted to do something to give back to the fandom. Through the help of people who are no longer with us, but also @maxattack-powell, @lizeboredom, and a few others, I learned that people were truly interested in learning more about each other but the connections could be hard to make. I figured this was where I could help the fandom. While I hate the phone, I love messaging people via text and I have no fear in messaging someone and asking questions. If they don’t respond, that’s okay! So I came up with a set of questions and wrote the first show as though I was just at a bar or something. When people really enjoyed that, I came up with the idea of serializing the show and here we are!

And that’s the end of today’s show. Mar, thank you so much for coming on today’s show. To everyone in the audience, thank you for coming to today’s show! I look forward to seeing you on our next show!!

The phone starts ringing again.

Megs: I bet that’s my producer calling to remind me that to say that tickets can be purchased online or over the phone. Luckily for you, I won’t be the one answering the phones. Because this is what that would look like:

Megs gets up and this time she picks up the receiver and instead of putting it back on the base, she just lets the phone hang. It swings back and forth.

Megs takes Mar’s arm and together they walk off stage.

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And now for the tags. I’m only tagging people who have specifically mentioned an interest in The MFackenthal Show. If you want to be added to the tag list for these or removed, please let me know!

@hopefulmoonobject @queen-among-writers, @hopelessromantic1352, @lilyofchoices, @msjpuddleduck, @theroyalweisme, @lady-kato

#The MFackenthal Show #special guest usuallyamazinglyaverage #episode 12 #I hate talking on the phone #I love that I'm not the only one #My producers think they're funny

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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A nsfw scenario of biscuit daddy and mochi reaction to their s/o ask if they can watch them to touch themselves to get better at pleasing them >/////

Oh.MAH GOD. I’m literally living for this so much??? Like, this is kindof one of my kinks xD? Ehhhhh lol ANYWAY here comes my second try at two smol filth scenarios!!! Hope you enjoy and there is nothing but dirt under the cut xD! (Update: the cut doesn’t work??? Ayayayay I’m so sorry!)

….when you’re watching them please themselves- dirty scenarios

Biscuitdaddy (Charlotte Cracker)

„Haaaah?Did I hear that right, princess?“

Awide, lecherous grin immediately started to form on his lips asCracker held your quivering form in his arms, while a huge red blush wasburning on your cheeks as you averted your gaze back to the groundand fumbled around with the straps of your top, which your boyfriendhad already started to tug down.

„I,uhm, I mean you don’t have to, of course! I just thought that… itcould help me with understanding how to properly please you…“

youmuttered as panic and embarrassment spread through the entirety ofyour body. Once again you had found yourself in the confinement ofCracker’s office, at first only to pay him a visit and bring oversome muffins you had baked for him, but within seconds you foundyourself sitting on his desk once more, with your boyfriend suckingand nibbling on your sensitive neck. Everything seemed to play out asusual, when suddenly a thought crossed your mind- something you hadwanted to ask him for quite a while now, but never really found agood opportunity to do so. Well and maybe this wasn’t the right timeeither, after all he seemed totally caught offguard, and gosh what ifhe thinks you are some sort of dirty pervert now and-

„Alright(Y/N). I’m gonna masturbate for you.“

„E-ehhhhh?!?!“

…and nowit was your turn to be caught offguard by the sudden bluntness of hisreply, and for a moment you lifted your head a bit and came face toface with that huge, toothy grin you knew oh so well. „I-I-,“ youstuttered, unable to form a sentence, and with a low chuckle Crackerpushed you back onto the table before leaning into his chair whilefumbling around with his belt.

„Mhhh,since you want me to put on a show for you, I’ll gladly do so~!Anything to help you get better at pleasing me, my shy little flower.“

hegrinned as his pants- and soon after, boxers- hit the ground andrevealed his already semi-erect manhood, which seemed eager as alwaysto greet you.

Aloud gasp escaped from your throat as you slowly sat up to get abetter look at what was going on, but the blush on your cheek justincreased as Cracker slowly put a hand around his member. God, youcan’t- this is, this is all weird and… what the hell did you getyourself into?!?!

„Nowwhat I want you to do is watch closely. If I see your pretty eyes onanything but my sword, there will be some punishment, understood?“he purred as his hand slowly started to pump up and down, „this wasyour idea after all, so I won’t let you off the hook now!“

Ashudder went through your body as his words settled in your ears, anda scared yet oddly excited feeling began to spread in your lowerabdomen. Unable to form any words, you simply nodded your head inagreement, which caused Cracker’s grin to widen even more. „Now,what you wanna do is start like this…“ he continued as if thiswas just like a normal lesson at school, as his fingertips suddenlystarted to seemingly dance around his manhood, softly touching it invarious spots which caused him to groan softly. Was he teasinghimself…?

„Youdon’t want to start with the real thing right away my love, first yougotta get me in the mood…“

Crackerpurred once more as he pressed a finger to his tip, which caused ashudder to run down both his and your spine.

„Hah,hah… usually it takes a bit longer, but I’m not used to anaudience, especially one that sexy, so things might move a bitfast…“ he admitted and swallowed softly with what seemed to be anapologetic smile on his lips as he held his almost fully erectmanhood in his hand now.

Hisother hand was resting behind his head which almost caused him tolook like he was relaxing, or being casual about doing somethingso… raunchy right infront of your big, innocent eyes. But by now youmanaged to adapt to the situation a bit, and although the blushwas still prominent on your cheeks, your gaze was no longer trying toavoid exactly what he was doing, and instead completely focussed onhis manhood as if you were studying it itensly like some newlydiscovered entity.

Crackernoticed that as well and couldn’t help but laugh at your oddlyfascinated stare before he started to rub along his member at arather fast and firm pace. Various groans and moans escaped from histhroat in the process, and you could see the sweat that was startingto form on his forehead and ran down his face.

„Hngh…do me a favor and pull that top down a bit, princess…“ hesuddenly hissed in a hoarse voice, and that demand immediatelycaused you to shudder in suprise.

„M-mh…okay…“ but you immediately gave in and slowly started to lift the top over yourhead before carefully putting it down next to you on his desk, withyour lacy black bra now revealed to his hungry eyes.

„Ah,my favorite one!“ Cracker hummed as his trademark grin reappeared once again and a small trail of drool started to form in the corner of hismouth, „did you plan to suprise me today~? Hah, how considerate!“he moaned and pumped faster and faster, his eyes fixated entirely onyour cleavage. „hehehe… your marshmallows look exceptionallytasty today! Perhaps I could earn myself a taste later?“ Crackerwhispered in a low voice, and now he wasn’t the only one gettingsweaty anymore. You pushed your thighs together and started to softlychew on your bottom lip as he continued pleasuring himself.

„There,and then you gotta pump it like this…“ he groaned and started tojerk his manhood with newfound vigor, when a sudden idea suddenly poppedinto your mind.

Hedidn’t even notice that you had left the desk and were now just astep away, his mind and whole body was just too focussed on theincredible feeling running through his veins. Oh this felt way betterthan the other times he did it by himself, it seemed like having younear simply had an extra bewitching effect on him…

„Uhm,like this…?“

His ears immediately perked up at the sound of yoursoft voice coming from between his legs, and with eyes widened insuprise Cracker looked down, only to find you right there, strokingalong his length with one of your hands just like he was still doing.There was less vigor in your movements, but it still felt just asintense as the rough treatment he was giving himself. It took amoment for him to realize that this wasn’t really a weird pre-orgasmfantasy, and his usual grin immediately appeared back on hislips.

„Yeah,like that baby…“ he moaned and slowly pulled his hand away to letyou take over. He could feel the clumsiness and uncertainty in yourtouch, but with an encouraging nod he signaled you to keep going.

Shit,this felt good, way too good, plus the sight of you between his legslike this was simply too much to handle….

„HYYYYAAAARGHHHH!“Cracker yelled all of a sudden, which caused you to wince back insuprise, and a moment later something hot and sticky hit your cheek.„Ouch, what the-OOOWWW!“ you shouted as his hot seed suddenly hityou in the eye, which caused a burning sensation to spread throughyour body.

„Owthat stings, that stings so bad…“ you whimpered and tried to wipethe semen out of your eyes, as Cracker was collapsing back into hischair, now heavily breathing but with a large and satisfied smirk onhis lips.

„That…was amazing, darling.“ he chuckled, still completely unaware of theirritating situation you were in right now, the afterglow was simplytoo effective.

„Ohbaby, we gotta do that again soon…“

Charlotte Katakuri

„Hm?You want what now?“

thedonut Katakuri was holding close to his mouth slowly started tocrumble as his grip around it tightened, his eyes widened withsuprise and a brow raised in your direction. He must have heardwrong. Yeah, definitely- the sound of him gulping down his favoritetreat overshadowed what you had just said, and his mind somehowpieced together something odd, something you would never ask,something-

„Uhm…I… I would like to see you touch yourself, please…“

-impossible.

Thedonut in his hands immediately broke apart, his face now flushed andyour tall boyfriend slowly chewed on the remaining chunks in hismouth before swallowing hard. He avoided looking at your face, whichyou were more than grateful for because your cheeks were on fire, andyour mouth was quivering in embarrassment.

„You…you want to watch me touch myself?“

Herepeated with a slightly more calm voice, and after his initiateshock Katakuri turned to look at you, his eyes unusually soft and asmall glint of confusion reflected in them. Huh, he almost lookedlike an innocent child who just got asked to clean the dishes orsomething, but there was also that understanding spark in his eyeswhich told you that he at least wasn’t mad or anything of that kind.

„I,I just want to get get better at pleasing you… I always feel likeI’m doing something wrong, so… I was kind of hoping that you couldshow me…“ you whimpered and shook your head in discomfort, ohthis was going terrible. Talking to him during his Merienda was aterrible idea in general and you should have known that, especially sinceKatakuri is always just focussed on gulping down his delicioussnacks, but there simply wasn’t any other place that would give youthis privacy with your boyfriend. Plus, this was the one genuine timeof the day when he let out his cute little goofy side, so you weregambling on the hope that he might have taken it more lightly… well thatdidn’t seem to work however.

Butsuddenly, a loud sigh tore through the silence and you could hear theclinging sound of his boots as Katakuri was stepping closer to yoursmall body. You shifted in your mochi made seat, a look of discomfortall over your face. Was he going to scold you now? Will everythingturn even more awkward then it already was…? You quickly shook yourhead and gulped before trying to find the right words. Maybe therewas still a chance that you could make him forget about this whole thing…

„Katakuri,I-“

thud.

Beforeyou could even start properly, a large donut piece was suddenly dropped intoyour lap, which immediately caused you to jerk upwards in suprise.There he was, looming over you, his eyes focussed on a spot on yourright and- was that red hue on his cheeks… A blush?!

„Here,hold onto this for me. And don’t make any funny noises, okay?“

Katakurimuttered in an unusually low tone, before he turned back around andwalked over to the spot where he had been ravishing donuts just a fewmoments ago. With a quick move of his hands he opened his belt andtossed it aside, before slowly letting his tight leather pants slidedown.

You held onto the donut piece as your gaze was focussed on hisblack, striped boxers but much to your suprise there was nothinggoing on in there. Not even a small bulge.

„…..don’tlook yet, I need to get it hard first!“ Katakuri suddenly gruntedas he noticed your glance, the red on his cheek getting more and moreprominent in the meantime. You simply gave him a weak nod beforelooking up at the ceiling of his selfmade mochi shrine, almost as ifyou were studying the edible architecture now.

Yourboyfriend of course wasted no time and closed his eyes as he startedto calm himself down. He was never really one for masturbation, andthe fact that you were there, sitting across from him, didn’t helpone bit. But instead of giving into the despair, Katakuri simplydecided to blend everything out and focus on naughty thoughts. Ormore specifically- you, lying under him as a moaning and whimperingmess, begging for him to let you cum as he was once again ‘punishing’you for your previously dirty behaviour…

Alow sigh escaped from his mouth as he could feel his manhood comingto life. And after spending a few more moments in his dream scenario,Katakuri nodded and opened his eyes before signaling you that it wasokay to look.

„Iwill begin now.“ he announced and started to place a hand againstthe tent that had formed in his boxer, a relieved hum leaving hislips as he started to massage his manhood through the thin fabric.Katakuri still didn’t look at you, he knew it would just throw himoffguard, so the only thing he focussed on was groping and squeezinghis member. But not after long, just feeling himself through theboxers wasn’t enough and the tall man quickly stripped out of them,which immediately caused his erect manhood to spring free withexcitement.

„A-Ah…“you quickly pressed a hand against your mouth as the small noise ofheated curiosity escaped your lips, and quickly averted your eyesfrom his hard member, desperately hoping that he didn’t notice it…

Katakurihowever did notice. Of course he did. And for some reason, hecouldn’t help but smirk at how curious, almost hungrily, you wereeyeing his erection just a moment ago. A new wave of desire floodedthrough his body as his hand slowly resumed to doing what it hadpreviously done, but this time without any fabric in the way.

Lowand throaty grunts started to escape from his mouth as the Commandertried to stay as quiet as possible, but the more his hand massagedhis member, the more difficult it was getting. Soon enough he had to switchfrom simple stroking and fondling to straight out starting to pumphis length, as the desire in him continued to build.

Bynow you were holding onto the donut piece as if it was the only thingthat kept you sitting on the ground, otherwise this oddly eroticdisplay might catapult you into a place unknown to mankind. Your pinktongue quickly darted out to sweep over your suprisingly dry lips,and a small drop of sweat was running down your neck. Did seeing yourboyfriend masturbate really have such a strong effect on you aswell…?

„(Y/N)….“

yes,it had. As soon as Katakuri growled out your name it felt like yourcheeks weren’t the only things on fire anymore, and you had to resistthe strong urge to reach between your legs to confirm if that placewas as slick as it felt right now.

Hecontinued to growl your name, and was getting progressively louder inthe process. For some reason, have you next to him like this,watching as he was doing something so sinful… just awoke a desiredeep within him to punish you for even suggesting something sofilthy in the first place… perhaps he should be calling you over, demanding you to help him get out ofthis situation you basically put him in and-

„I…I’m here.“

Eyeswidened in suprise as your soft whisper reached his ear, sounding soclose, so touchable, as if he just had to reach and-

„Iwant to help, uhm, if it’s okay with you of course!“

-thereyou were. Right there next to him, with big eyes staring at hismanhood almost hungrily, but with an innocent spark of curiosity aswell. That sight alone almost caused him to cum right there and rightnow, his hands pumping at such a fast pace that it almost made himfeel like he was tearing off his own member, but upon seeing you andyour desire to touch him, he immediately slowed down until his handscome to a total stop.

„Iwas just going to suggest for you to help me.“ Katakuri mused witha low chuckle and immediately released his manhood from his grip,which allowed you to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

„Uhm,let’s see…. you did it like this…“

Your shaky voice reminded the tall man of a gentle breeze, something so lightand comforting… Katakuri couldn’t help but release a content hum asyou clumsily started to repeat his movements, your hands pumping onhis rock hard manhood at a nice and slow speed. Of course you neededboth of your hands to just grasp around his manhood, and rubbing his entirelength felt more like a workout than a quick handjob, but yourdetermination and desire to please him made you push that aside asyou continued working.

„Mh…. (Y/N)… prepare yourself…” Katakuri suddenly groaned as he felt his passion build up more and more, and it was getting almost impossible to control…

“I will let go now!” he announced with a deep growl, and just a moment later his hot semen squirted from his tip and against, the ceiling, almost like a fountain which caused you to wince back.

It didn’t take long for him to empty himself, and once his essence was starting to drip back down Katakuri turned to the side, grabbing your small body with a low growl which caused you to gasp in suprise as he placed you right ontop of his chest.

“Now, my dear (Y/N)… as for your punishment…”

#one piece #charlotte cracker #charlotte katakuri #dirt #op scenarios #one piece scenarios

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ranxiaolong · 5 years

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She Shot Me

Summary: How the woman had lived this long and never played laser tag was beyond the humans aboard the TARDIS, but that would change today.

Pairing: The Doctor (13) x fem!reader

Warnings: There’s some very steamy kissing and a bit of suggestive content

A/n: Please tell me your thoughts! I love feedback!

“I can’t believe that you’ve been alive two thousand years and have never played laser tag.”

The Doctor shrugged.

Yaz, Ryan, and (Y/N) exchanged a glance before nodding simultaneously.

“We’re taking you to laser tag,” Ryan gave an authoritative nod.

“I’m not getting a say in this, am I?” the Time Lord stated, half glum and half amused.

“Nope,” (Y/N) chirped cheerfully, “Besides, It’s a crime you haven’t done it at least once.”

The Doctor opened her mouth, ready to dive into one of her long explanations, “Actually—”

“Shut up, Doc.” The Doctor was cut off by an exasperated sigh.

The Doctor landed the TARDIS on a primarily humanoid populated spaceship. Well… gameship. According to the Doctor, the ship primarily held various games that people came from all over the universe to play. The largest arcade in the galaxy, complete with a ball pit that took both (Y/N) and Yaz over ten minutes to pull the Doctor out of.

After Team TARDIS managed to drag the Doctor through the distraction riddled spacecraft, they finally reached a long line that disappeared into a dark entryway, a neon sign blinking above it, giving a very retro look, that read “Laser Tag.”

Graham raised an eyebrow at the winding line, “Do we have to wait in that?” He turned to Yasmin, Ryan, and (Y/N) who looked at each other before grinning.

“Well...” Ryan starts.

“Don’t need to,” Yaz looked at (Y/N).

“See?” (Y/N) dangled the worn leather wallet that held the Doctor’s psychic paper.

Graham looked slightly incredulously at Yasmin, “Aren’t you a police officer? Shouldn’t you be against pickpocketing?”

Yasmin shrugged with a grin still on her lips, “This is a special case.”

“Yeah,” Ryan slung his arm over y/n’s shoulders, “we’re fixing a crime. The crime of the Doctor never playing laser tag.”

(Y/N) and Ryan quickly dabbed before bursting out laughing.

Graham couldn’t help but roll his eyes but a smile tugged on his lips.

(Y/N) clapped a hand on Ryan’s back as she craned her neck to see the employee who was letting people into the laser tag area. “Right, you go drag the Doctor over here,” (Y/N) jerked her thumb in the direction the Doctor was trying to go unnoticed towards, “while I...” (Y/N)’s tongue poked between her teeth as she analysed a frizzy, dark haired girl in a uniformed black t shirt and pants, “go do some convincing.” (Y/N) winked towards the rest of the group then bounded off towards the unsuspecting woman who was standing somewhat bored at the entryway.

Yasmin starred after her for a moment in confusion before her eyes widened slightly and a snort left her mouth. “Go get the Doctor,” Yaz nodded towards Ryan, “It won’t take long for (Y/N) to flirt with that girl and get us in.”

“Sweet.” Ryan turned around to chase after the Time Lord and drag her back towards the group.

Graham continued to watch (Y/N) as she conversed with the woman, tapping Yaz’s arm and pointing when (Y/N) disappeared behind a black curtain with the employee after showing the woman the psychic paper. Yasmin and Graham were both intently watching the spot where the two had been standing for a few minutes before seeing (Y/N) emerge from the dark curtain, hair slightly mussed and a light pink smear across her mouth and neck.

“We’re good to go,” (Y/N) had a wide grin plastered to her mouth as she fiddled with a few loose buttons on her shirt, “you catch the Doc yet?”

Yasmin rolled her eyes while she fished out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped at the smears on (Y/N)’s skin.

“Oi! I got her!” Ryan yelled as he dragged the Time Lord behind him.

“Great, let’s go.”

“Okay, so for our first timers here or for anyone that needs a refresher, I’ll be going over the rules of the game.” A boy that looked to be in his late teens or early twenties was buzzing with energy while standing in front of a large screen in the dim room filled with people. “You will be split into two teams, and each team has a base you need to protect. The goal is to both protect your base and infiltrate the other side’s base. Whichever team scores the most points at the enemy base wins.”

Ryan exchanges a subtle fist bump with (Y/N).

”You score points on a base by shooting at the sphere on the ceiling inside until the defense bar reaches zero.” The screen behind the boy lit up with an image of the said sphere, “The amount of damage is displayed next to the sphere, so you will know exactly how much it more it will take to score a point. The room is set up with various mazes and other obstacles that you can use to your advantage in protecting your territory.”

Ryan leaned over towards (Y/N)’s ear, whispering, “A bit techy, but still good old fashioned laser tag.”

“We have a variety of different items you can use in the room that mimic human technology of the time period, ranging from small handguns to larger models like rifles and snipers. The guns do have a limit of up to three shots per second, depending on the model, and they need to be ‘reloaded’ or recharged to fire more ammunition. On the side of the gun will be a bar showing how much ammo you have left before you need to recharge.”

(Y/N) lightly bumps against Ryan’s shoulder, “But definitely good techy, eh?” A grin pulls on both of their lips. “Oh, yeah.”

“Now, would everyone please look at the black wristband we had you put on when you entered the room? Could you all please tap the display screen? The wristband does a full body scan and can detect if you have been hit by a laser by detecting the infrared light and an electromagnetic charge on a localized spot on your body. You will feel a slight zap and hear a small beep to notify you if you are hit, but it is completely harmless. If you do get hit, a timer will appear above your head, counting down from sixty seconds, and you are stuck within a one meter radius of where you were hit until the timer reaches zero, then you will be teleported back to your base’s teleport pad. Are there any questions?”

(Y/N) turned around to see if the Doctor was unclear on any of the rules of the game, when (Y/N) noticed that the Doctor’s gaze was not on the boy who just gave the rules, and her eyebrows drawn together with a frown tugging on her lips. (Y/N) followed the alien’s line of sight to the frizzy haired woman from before. As soon as (Y/N) locked eyes with the woman (who had apparently been looking at her the entire time) the woman sent a flirtatious wink towards (Y/N). (Y/N) gave her a half smile in acknowledgment before turning back to the Doctor, who’s expression had become even more sour.

“Hey Doc, did you get all of the rules? You seem a bit distracted.”

“Protect the base, invade the opposing base, don’t get shot.” The Doctor didn’t look away from the woman and her voice was a bit more tense than usual.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened at the Doctor’s stiff tone. The always bubbly and excitable woman was hardly ever like this. There were times where she was more serious and tense, sure, but that was when they were in situations that were significantly closer to the life or death of an entire planet rather than listening to instructions on how not to get zapped by a blue beam from a toy.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed, “Is something wrong, Doctor?” Her puckered frown deepened but she shook her head, not taking her eyes off of the frizzy haired woman.

That was odd.

Was the Doctor intrigued by the woman?

No, she looked too grumpy for that to be the case.

Did the Doctor not like the attention the woman was giving (Y/N)?

Well that seemed pretty obvious given the limited information.

Did the Doctor think the woman was attractive?

Well, who knew really? She never expressed who (or what, for that matter) she found attractive.

Did the Doctor want to take the woman with them to travel?

From what (Y/N) picked up from various things left around the TARDIS and scattered pictures in a few rooms, the Doctor certainly had a history with woman in some form or another, many looking like they had all of ten seconds preparation before hopping aboard the TARDIS.

Did the Doctor like her?

That one tasted particularly bitter in (Y/N)’s mouth.

A small grimace made its way onto (Y/N)’s lips as she leaned her head against Yasmin’s shoulder.

Yasmin rested her cheek on (Y/N)’s head, “what’s wrong?”

A grunt bubbled up (Y/N)’s throat, all intelligible words lost in the process.

Yasmin’s gaze slid over to the Doctor.

“Ah.”

“Mhhh.”

Yasmin wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s waist and rubbed soft circles with her thumb.

The Doctor didn’t notice that Yaz had caught the Doctor’s eyes glancing at her hand.

“So how are we going to do this?”

Ryan placed a hand on Yasmin and (Y/N)’s shoulders.

“We should probably split up onto different teams, especially,” Yasmin pointed at the Doctor, “her.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t worry Doc, you got all the instructions. Besides, we haven’t won at any games against you yet, and we want to win this one.”

“I’ll team up with the Doc, then,” Graham piped up, “I’m not sure how good I’ll be at this but it should be fun.”

“Great. Yaz, Ryan, and I will go to the Blue Team and you two go to the Red Team.” (Y/N) cracked her knuckles.

“What will the winner get?” Ryan’s eyebrows furrowed, “If we’re having a competition we need a prize—”

“A kiss from me. We can figure it out later,” (Y/N) interrupted, “we need to get to our sides soon.”

As the words fell out of (Y/N)’ mouth, the rest of the humans comprising Team TARDIS glanced at the Doctor, whose face had flushed momentarily at (Y/N)’s proposal.

“How about dinner on the looser?”

“You want to chance leaving dinner up to her?” (Y/N) jabbed a finger in the Doctor’s direction.

“Oi!”

“Right, bad idea.”

“Hey!”

The boy who explained the rules clapped twice, “We need everyone to split into teams!” The boy held up a hand, lines on his glove and shirt glowing red. “Those on the Red team, gather here so I can take you to your equipment. Those on the Blue Team gather by Mir-Lek.” The boy gestured with his other arm towards the frizzy haired girl who's glove was glowing blue.

“Those on the Blue Team gather here, I’ll be taking you to your base and equipment.”

Yasmin and (Y/N) turned to follow Ryan, who was halfway towards towards Mir-Lek. “I guess we’ll see you guys in the arena.”

The Doctor waved after the group as they walked away. Her eyes followed (Y/N) as Mir-Lek smiled at (Y/N) and the frizzy haired woman’s posture became more flirty.

The Doctor grimaced before trudging off with Graham to the group for the Red Team.

“Don’t you think she’s a bit too good for her first time playing this game?” Ryan’s out of breath voice sounded from behind (Y/N)’s crouched form. “She’s scored more than ten points on our base for this round already. I thought it was beginner's luck in the first few rounds we played, but this is getting ridiculous.”

A grimace graced (Y/N)’s lips, “We really need to step up our game this round or we are going to lose this one too.”

Yasmin raised her hand to her mouth in thought, “Is there a surefire way to distract her?”

Ryan’s face lit up, “That’s it!”

Both Yaz and (Y/N) turned to look at Ryan. “What? You have an idea?” Yasmin’s head tilted slightly.

“We play dirty.”

Yasmin and (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed before understanding passed through their eyes. (Y/N)’s brows furrowed.

“But she’s not interested, that’s only how it work on other people.”

“Come on, (Y/N). Open your eyes and you would see she’s looking at you, not someone else.”

(Y/N) bit her lip.

“Hey. And if it doesn’t work out, rounds on me.” Ryan lightly patted (Y/N)’s back. “I’ll also get you that ice cream from that place you like on the corner next to the bakery.”

(Y/N) let out a sigh and nodded.

“Sooo, can you get the Doctor?”

A smirk edged it’s way onto (Y/N)’s face, “Don’t worry. Leave the Doctor to me.”

(Y/N) was crouched behind a barrier near the edge of a maze, where she found out from the sniper on the top of the tower the Doctor used as a way to pass through most of the main defenses by the front of the base.

(Y/N) closed her eyes, her senses concentrated on any approaching footsteps. She pressed an ear to the ground, soft footfalls reverberating through the floor. The (h/c) girl lifted her head and pressed her fingers to the floor, ready to pounce on the incoming person.

The Doctor rounded the corner, not seeing (Y/N) crouched on the ground, in a half sprint. (Y/N) launched up from her hiding place at the Doctor, who turned around and was raising her gun when (Y/N) slammed into her. The Doctor’s gun slips from her hands, clattering on the floor, and (Y/N) backed her up and pins the Doctor’s hands to the wall behind her.

The Doctor’s breath hitched and her heartbeats quickened. The Time Lord’s teeth grazed her lower lip and her arms tensed, hands clenching. (Y/N) was close. Too close. Not really, but too close for for her sanity to take at the moment. She could feel (Y/N)’s warm breath coming out in quick puffs across her flushed skin. She wasn’t red from running, compared to most of their adventures, the running was light. Very light. But (Y/N)’s scent was flooding her nose and her brain was short circuiting. She had to get away. This was bad. The Doctor’s eyes darted from (Y/N)’s eyes down to her lips for a fraction of a second. This was very bad. She wouldn’t be able to control herself in this position. She needed to—

The Doctor’s eyes went wide as soft lips crashed against her mouth. The Doctor’s limbs went limp, her legs weak and barely supporting her weight. (Y/N)’s hands moved to one resting on the Doctor’s shoulder and the other cupping her cheek as she was raised on her toes. The Doctor’s eyes fluttered closed as (Y/N)’s lips moved against hers.

(Y/N) pulled away and the Doctor stood dazed, her eyes fluttered open. The air was heavy and a buzz dulled the Doctor’s senses. She barely processed as (Y/N)’s eyes flicked between her eyes and lips, bringing (Y/N)’s face to hers again. This time was more desperate, more needy. The Doctor brought (Y/N) as close to her as she could, as if this was the last time she would breath the sweet oxygen that was (Y/N)’s lips. The Time Lord felt (Y/N) moan against her mouth and a spark of heat ignited in the pit of her stomach.

The Doctor lost her hands in (Y/N)’s hair, tangling them in an effort to bring the rambunctious human impossibly closer to her lips. She felt fire where (Y/N)’s hands were trailing down her sides. (Y/N) pressed the Doctor more firmly against the wall with her pelvis, a moan drawn from the Doctor’s lips as her hips automatically jerked towards (Y/N)’s.

(Y/N) teased one of her hands down the Doctor’s hips, and the Time Lord whimpered when the human’s fingers retracted from their trail along her side.

The Doctor felt a small pressure between her breasts, and her heart rates increased. She felt a small electric zing and a faint beep that didn’t fully register in her brain.

(Y/N) pulled away, and the Doctor leaned forward, trying to chase her lips before processing the sound.

The Doctor’s eyes shot open as (Y/N) took a step backwards, a cheeky grin splitting her face, the gun still held up and level with the Doctor’s chest.

The Doctor’s jaw dropped open in disbelief, turning her gaze to above her head. Red numbers flashed above her head. 53.

“That’s not fair!”

(Y/N) bit her tongue while grinning, “All’s fair in love and war,” (Y/N) sang. The Doctor felt her heartbeats quicken. (Y/N) spun around on her heal, a flirty sway in her hips right before she dashed off.

A sway the Doctor very much enjoyed watching.

The Doctor sighed and lightly traced her lips with her fingers, waiting for the timer to finish.

Yasmin, Ryan, and (Y/N) were cheering loudly in their booth in a bar, their victory being celebrated with food and drinks.

Their win was stifling. After (Y/N) had cornered the Doctor, the Blue Team’s look out had been sending (Y/N) in the Doctor’s path, and every time the Doctor caught sight of (Y/N) she would fumble and either (Y/N) or a nearby sniper would hit the Time Lord. The Red Team had been heavily relying on the Doctor for points, and with her being distracted, they had to send more people out to infiltrate the Blue fortress, leaving their defenses weaker to the mass raids made by the Red Team on their base.

The Doctor and Graham sat across from the energetic group. Graham smiled at their enthusiasm. The Doctor was pouting at her loss, but was trying not to let on that she didn’t care as much as she was letting on. She was still having trouble keeping eye contact with (Y/N), but (Y/N)’s lack of gaze in her direction at the moment was a small relief and sting at the same time.

Ryan leaned more on top of (Y/N), “So what is our prize for winning?”

Ryan and Yasmin’s arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, (Y/N) squished between the two other humans in the booth.

“Yeah, what should we get?” Yasmin popped the foreign snack on the table into her mouth, small deep fried local vegetables of some sort, heavily inspired by Earth’s Asian cuisine.

(Y/N) grinned, “I thought it was decided.” (Y/N) pecked Yasmin’s then Ryan’s cheek. “A kiss from me.”

Yasmin broke out laughing and Ryan lightly hit (Y/n)’s shoulder, a smile on his face. “Well, I suppose it will have to do.”

(Y/N) gasped in mock offence, “Rude.”

“But you know you love us,” Yasmin sang beside (Y/N).

“Unfortunately.”

The Doctor bit her lip at the display, remembering the kiss she received, and a bubble of satisfaction rose in her chest that her kiss was better.

She felt like she was the one who had won.

(Y/N) was walking down one of the many criss-crossing hallways inside of the TARDIS with a bounce in her step, lightly humming to herself, hands crossed behind her head.

As (Y/N) was mid-step, she was pulled down an adjacent hallway. (Y/N) found herself trapped against the wall between the Doctor’s arms.

“I think you owe me for what you pulled in that last round,” the Doctor growled out, voice slightly raspy.

“Oh? I do, do I?” (Y/N)’s eyes flicked down from the Doctor’s eyes to her lips momentarily, and the Doctor felt her breath catch in her throat.

Barely a whisper was breathed out, faces centimeters apart. “Yeah.”

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