#personal oneshot

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Smut or fluff or both!

Author: Jaxx :)

Characters: Bobby Drake/Iceman and Jillian (OC)

Story: Bobby take Jillian out on their first real date

Jillian tapped her foot against the leg of her chair nervously. The clock at the front of the classroom seemed to have stopped; time was moving so slow and her excitement was only growing. The professor rambled on and on about whatever she'd been talking about as the class began to quickly lose interest; most were doodling boredly or passing notes and whispering with their neighbors. The boy on Jillian's left was even snoring softly. She glanced back up at the clock and sighed. She'd never get out of here.Tonight was the night of her first date with Bobby Drake and she could hardly tell her excitement from her nervousness. He had been very secretive about what he'd planned for the evening, leaving Jillian both thrilled and anxious about the events to come.

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Sorry it's taken so long, hope you enjoy it (it is a tad angsty though but sweet at the end) :D<3

“Kamie.”

His voice comes from behind you, cool hands press on your shoulder. You instantly shudder under his grip- so much so that he retracts his hand quickly, like your skin is a hot iron beneath his flesh. He looks startled, surprised, like he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong.

You shake your head. Your trembling palm covers your face for a second, before you give a quick a little smile accompanied by a “Sorry.”

You try and walk away, but his hand pulls you back again. His face is the perfect entity of concern, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips and his bright eyes flashing with apprehension. “Kamie, are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say instantly, automatically. As if you’d tell him you weren’t. “I’m fine.”

He obviously doesn’t believe you. He can read you like a book, he knows you that well. He knows if you’re trembling and can’t look him in the eye that you’re obviously not okay. “You’re not fine. Look, Kamie… I’m so, so sorry.”

Oh, well you can’t have that. “You’ve got nothing to apologise for. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have wandered off. You did warn me that I shouldn’t when Daleks were about and I didn’t- I didn’t listen.”

He shakes his head prominently. “Don’t you go thinking that this is your fault. I should never have let us stay as soon as I knew Daleks were around. We should’ve gone straightaway.”

“But what about all those people you saved?” you ask, “We couldn’t sacrifice all those people- hundreds of them. I can take a bit of kidnapping and shock for the sake of all those people, Doctor.”

“But Kamie…” his hand flickers on your cheek, a surprisingly comforting touch for a man who shows intimacy so little. “I sacrificed –almost sacrificed- you for the sake of all those people. I should’ve come looking for you. I shouldn’t have left you behind.”

You don’t want to cry. You’ve tried to stop yourself from sobbing because you know it’ll hurt him and you know it will shatter your strong façade. You want to be one of those people who just takes fear as it comes and in turn not be scared of it. But… You can’t. What you saw with the Daleks, the people they made you watch be killed and the way they just entered into your mind and tied you up and- Oh God, it’s too horrible just to look over and dismiss it. You can’t pretend to feel in control anymore.

His arm instantly wraps around your neck and he pulls you into the tightest hug possible. Your head lolls into his shoulder, your tears dampening his pale blue shirt. He doesn’t mind nor cares: he’s your best friend. He’s your shoulder to cry on. He’ll always be there for you.

“You’re safe now, Kamie,” he mutters into your ear, his hand stroking your hair. “I promise I’ll never subject you to anything like that again. I swear.”

“But you can’t, can you?” your face, tear-stained and blotchy, looks straight at his. “Travelling with you- it’s so dangerous. You can’t possibly protect me from everything out there, Doctor. I realised that when you asked me to travel with you.”

He looks hurt. The pain in his eyes is so evident: he’ll do anything and everything to keep you safe, but anything and everything is never enough. He’s realised it so many times before and it’ll never stop killing him. He looks straight into your eyes, his hand still entangled in your hair. “Do you… Do you want to go home? Is that what you want?”

Your eyes instantly widen. Did you say that? He’s surprised by your reaction. “No! No, of course I don’t!”

“I just thought… The Daleks. I thought they might’ve left scars behind on you- made you want to escape the place that caused them or helped cause them. Here. The TARDIS. Me.”

You shake your head firmly. “I know travelling with you isn’t safe. I know you can’t wrap me in cotton-wool the whole time and I know I see things, like the Daleks and what they do that will- Well, haunt me forever. Break my heart. I’ll never understand how or why this happens… But it’s worth it to save people. To help you save people. After all, where would you be without me?”

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(Oneshot for Selina! x)

The best days were when he didn't have any plans...

She didn't have any plans...

And they could just relax,

and have a peaceful morning. 

 "Taxi!" I called as I saw the black London cab coming towards me. It is October and the leaves are turning all shades of red and yellow. Nothing is more beautiful than the England autumn, but it was also bloody cold. I lifted the collar up around neck and pulled my hair out of the jacket. The cab pulled over and I got in. I rested my head against the seat. The can took one turn before something or someone coughed. I turned my head to find a boy my age sitting in the cab with me. He had dark hair and brown eyes, very handsome. 

"Um, this was my cab. I called for it." I spat. "Where are you going?" The male asked. I told him the address and to both our surprise we were going to the same street. "We can share the cab, split the bill? It will be cheaper." I nodded. There was no way that I would give away this cab, for then to wait on the street of cold London for another one, but there was also no way that person would either. There was no point in arguing. So now I was sat in a cab with a total stranger. Great. I wanted to pay no attention to him and sit there silence the whole way, but I kept staring at his face, his tattoos, that fucking jawline! I couldn’t let this chance to get some male attention pass. I had him all to myself for 20 minutes more. A lot could go down in 20 minutes.

I crossed my arms and huffed as I looked at my watch to make it seem as I wasn’t really interested in him. You have to play hard to get, you know.

  “We had 20 minutes together, let’s not make them awkward.” I blurted out. Yup, that was not hard to get at all, oops.

  “Well, it doesn’t look like you like me that much.” He muttered under his breath. 

  “I’m sorry I acted like such an ass. It’s just that I’ve had a shit day. But it’s not right to put my anger towards you.” I turned to face the boy. He gave me an understanding smile and reached out his hand.

  “My name is Zayn.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Zayn. I’m Lada.”

  “That’s a really nice name.” Zayn said as he looked deep into my eyes. I felt my cheeks turning a light shade of red. It was something about him. His skin, the eyes, the hair, the touch. We got talking and the cab ride came to an end and we both got out. Him first, then he shuffled over to the other side to help me out. I was about to pull out 15 pounds to pay my share of the bill, but he stopped me.

  “Let me.” He said. Zayn handed the driver the money and it drove away, I had no time to protest. 

  “Thanks.” I smiled at him, one he gladly returned. We walked down the street not saying anything. I was no longer cold. I was burning. My whole body was heating up. I felt Zayn come closer to me. I looked down at his hand and found it looking for mine. It was first a light brush, but then he linked his fingers with mine. I smiled up at him and hesitantly rested my head on his shoulder.

  “This is me.” I stopped in front of my apartment. I let go of Zayn’s hand to dig in my purse for my keys.  I turned 180 degrees to face the door and started walking towards it. Words started running out of mouth and I couldn’t control it. I was so nervous.

  “I would really like to see you again sometime, Zayn. You know where I live now so just ring the bell and I’ll be down or something, if you want of course. We can have tea, you like tea? Your British of course you like tea! I love tea! Or coffee, coffee is nice! Costa or Starbucks. I don’t know. I just maybe though that-“

  I turned to face Zayn after I had unlocked the door and my rambling was stopped. By his lips. The butterflies we’re flying in my stomach like crazy. My knees turned to jelly and I couldn’t breathe for a second.

  “I would love to!” I breathed out in relief and nodded.

“OK.” That was all I could say.

It was your first date with Harry. He'd taken you out on a picnic at your local park. He'd packed a checkered blanket for you to lay out on and had little finger sandwiches, mini cupcakes and brownies, and even some chocolate covered strawberries he'd made himself. You were laying back on the blanket as Harry lay on his side feeding you strawberries. 

"Did you know when I was little I used to wish on a star before I went to bed." You told Harry, sitting up onto your elbows. 

He chuckled. "Seriously?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yup. Every night. I'd say the little rhyme and then close my eyes and wish." 

Harry pulled you up into a sitting position. "How about we do that now? Together?"

You simply nodded and closed your eyes. You felt Harry's strong arms wrap around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. 

"Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, get the wish I wish tonight." You whispered and opened your eyes. 

"So what'd you wish for?" Harry asked you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"If I told you it wouldn't happen." You say snuggling into his neck. 

Harry looked down at you, sighing happily and looking from the stars and back to you. He lifted your chin slowly with his hand and leaned in to kiss you. 

He pulled away and you sighed, leaning back into his shoulders with a small smile on your face. 

You both sat in content silence for awhile. When it occurred to you that you hadn't asked Harry about his wish.

"Hey, Harry? Did you make a wish?" You ask. 

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah." He paused and looked down at you. "And it came true."