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[gothicwidowsworld]

Next adventure C.M

Platonic!Cillian x Platonic!Reader (father/daughter like relationship)

Y/N L/N’s wouldn’t call herself an emotional person, hell she could probably count on one hand the amount of times she’d cried in the past 3 years… other than work of course. 8 years, 96 months, 417 weeks or 2922 days however you wanted to look at it they were significant numbers. And the life that had become her norm was coming to an end. It could be seen as dramatic but it really was the end of an era. The sixth and final series, the y/h/c young woman’s journey as Viola Shelby was coming to a close. Goodnight Vienna so to speak. 

Scrolling through her phone the y/s/c 20 year old frowned, she loved watching the edits and fan theories regarding the show and soon that would cease to exist as well. Sighing heavily Y/N stabbed at her lunch miserably. “That was a mighty big sigh” Cillian teased, taking a seat from across the girl, concern filling his sharp features at the lack of response from the young actress. Over the years Cillian had become protective of Y/N, he was practically her work parent at this point. They’d met pretty early on in the show’s production, the casting directors wanting to make sure they could work well together considering how large a part their characters played into each other's storylines. The then twelve year old had been wide eyed and in awe of the cameras, makeup trailers and sets. “Are you ok?” Cillian asked gently, The Irishman often spent his lunchtime with the girl if neither of them were filming. Despite still wearing his character's familiar wardrobe his concern and soft spoken nature was like night and day. 

“It’s just… I can’t believe it's going to be over.” Y/N sighed again placing her phone down. “Are you going to miss me even just a little bit?” the young woman asked, nibbling her bottom lip anxiously at the thought of it all ending. “You guys are like my own little family now…” Y/N added quietly, her plate of pasta seemingly forgotten. “We’re still going to talk… You’ll probably still facetime me at insane hours. Nothing’s going to change.” Cillian replied reassuringly. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he watched Y/N absorb his words. “It’s not the end of the world sweetheart.” Cillian added quickly, the nickname slipping out before he could stop it. He’d begun calling Y/N sweetheart after a couple of days on set up until her 18th birthday when she claimed she was too grown up for a nickname any more… at least one that was ‘super cringe’. The actor had to routinely remind himself Y/N wasn’t a little girl anymore, she’d grown up before his eyes into a lovely young woman. 

“Have you got any project’s lined up for once this wraps?” the dark haired man asked, taking a bite of his own lunch. Shaking her head Y/N laughed “Not yet but Mum thinks I should focus on Uni just so I have a back up ‘if the acting thing doesn’t work out.’” the woman explained mimicking a small extract of her mother's lecture. “Your Mum’s a wise woman.” Cillian praised chuckling at the young adults' face of disagreement. The displeased look was paired with Y/N’s infamous scowl and a roll of her y/e/c orbs. “Since when has acting and education gone hand in hand for me. You know I only auditioned for Peaky to get a day off school…. Had a maths test.” The girl shivered slightly at the memory of the Year 8 mock test. Maths had never been her strong point, in fact while revising for her math GCSE’s Joe had offered to help her with the homework… let’s just say he never offered again. Y/N had all these memories, memories full of cast members, crew and soon she’d never see some of those people again. It was a bit scary leaving the safety of Peaky Blinders. Leaving the little family she’d built over the years. She just had to remember to look for the next adventure. 

“Well I'm sure whatever you turn your hand to you’ll be fantastic. No, I know you’ll be fantastic.” Cillian corrected himself. The man was sure Y/N had a brilliant career ahead of herself. He’d seen her grow from an awkward, excitable preteen to a confident, talented and devoted young woman. He didn’t want to seem too soppy but he held a torch of Father-like pride towards the girl and he couldn’t wait to see her next chapter.

 Memories 

[reader-who-writes]

Tooth and Claw

Based on a request from @fortune-fool02 Reader x 10th Doctor. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.  

The Doctor said the two of you were going to the 1970s. The plan was to go see a band that he swore you would love. He went on all morning about how 1979 was a great year for Earth. You listened intently, soaking up his excitement. The two of you had been traveling together for a while now and you loved every moment of it. He taught you how to see the extraordinary in everything, and you taught him how to forgive himself and hope again.

On occasion, you felt as though there was something unspoken between the two of you. It was found in the lingering gazes, late-night conversations, and in the general intimacy of your relationship. To say you didn’t fancy him would be a lie. He was the Doctor, last of the timelords, kind, mysterious, brave, and easy on the eyes. But it was more than that, it was about the way he made you feel like you too could be extraordinary. He had all of time and space at his disposal and still, he chose you. Even if he had no romantic feelings for you, it was enough to be his companion.

When the TARDIS landed, you were expecting 1979. After all, that is what the Doctor had been blabbering on about all morning. What you got instead was 1879. Not only were the two of you in 1879, but you were surrounded by royal guards with guns pointed at you.

“You will explain your presence and the nakedness of this girl” the captain of the guard commanded in a heavy Scottish accent.

“Oh, are we in Scotland?” the Doctor asked in excitement.

“How can you be ignorant of that?” the guard questioned.

“I’m sorry sir, I’m dazed and confused after chasing this wee lad over hill and dale” he lied with an improvised Scottish accent.

“Identify yourselves” the guard ordered.

“I am doctor James McKiernan. I have my credentials if I may” the Doctor answered gesturing to his pocket.

When the guards bought his story you both were asked to approach the carriage by whoever it held. Against his better judgment, the guard allowed it. You were shocked to see that the carriage held none other than Queen Victoria herself. She decided that the two of you would be accompanying her.

The Doctor asked why she was traveling by road. The Queen informed that there was an assassination attempt and that she often felt safer going by carriage. After continuing the brief conversation, you and the Doctor were asked to walk behind the carriage and continue to the townhouse where they would be staying the night.

When you arrived, you were led to a room with a telescope. The Queen was telling you the backstory behind it as the Doctor analyzed it. He was making minor criticisms and caught himself complimenting the machine as whimsical and interesting. It was then that the queen began to discuss the legend of the wolf that had brought her husband to this village before. The Doctor’s interest was immediately peaked, however, she was soon cut off by one of the guards who had requested that each of you go to your courters and prepare for supper.

You were asked by the Queen to change into something more fitting. You were slightly embarrassed as you had been dressed to go to a concert, not to meet a Queen. When you arrived in your room you looked through the dresser. There were so many different dresses. You were opening to the door to the closet when you saw a girl sitting inside. She was a maid who looked completely terrified. You pulled her out and sat her on your bed having her explain what happened.

You assured her that everything was going to be alright, the two of you just had to make it to the Doctor. The only problem with that was that his room was on the other side of the building. It wasn’t long before you came across a guard laying on the floor.

“Is he dead?”  she shrieked.

You bent down and checked for a pulse, “He’s just unconscious, must’ve been drugged or something.”

The two of you didn’t make it much further before you were drugged and grabbed by men clothed in black.

The Doctor was sitting at the table entertaining the Queen when they were informed that you would be delayed due to a complication in finding a better dress. The doctor dismissed it, saying he knew that you could take care of yourself. He then redirected his energy to Robert, the house owner, asking for him to share the story.

With some hesitation, he relayed the story of the beast that went from man to wolf on the full moon. He then went on to explain how his father was doing research with the Brethren before he died mysteriously on a full moon like the one tonight. He continued telling the story, it didn’t take much longer for the Doctor to piece it all together.

Within the next minute, a lot occurred. The Guard was aiming his gun at the man who had been posing as a waiter. Just then they all heard a wolf howl. The Doctor realized that you were not simply delayed, but in very real and imminent danger. Robert accompanied him wanting to find his wife. The Queen stayed behind in the protection of her guard.

When the Doctor found you, there were many others that were all chained. He quickly used his sonic to free them. Catching glimpses of the caged Beast as it was turning into a wolf. When all were free, he approached the werewolf which was now starting to break through its’ cage. He was so mesmerized. He obviously had heard the lore, but this was something he had never seen before.

You pulled him away just as it broke free lurching at him, “Doctor, we have to go”.

He snapped out of his momentary gaze and started running. Blocking the door off behind them. The women all ran upstairs to hide and the men took up arms in order to defend the house from the beast. The Doctor tried to warn them that it was pointless, that they would all die. But the stood their ground wanting to fight for queen and country.

You, the Doctor, and Robert went back to check on the queen. You desperately tried to ignore the screams and gunshots that proved the Doctor right. The Queen met you in the hall, explaining that the captain protected her life with his.  The four of you ran and took cover having multiple close calls. You locked yourselves in Robert’s father’s study and the Wolf seemed unable to enter. The Doctor was very confused by this and started looking around. He discovered the entire room was laced with wolfsbane. That meant that his father must’ve known that the wolf was real. He was prepared for this attack. But if that was true….

Suddenly the Doctor started rummaging through the papers on the desk, searching for anything that could prove his theory that this house was a trap for the wolf. While he was doing this, Robert was watching the door. You were trying to console the Queen who could not believe what she had just seen.

“That’s it!” the Doctor exclaimed.

“What’s it?” you asked.

“The telescope isn’t a telescope at all. It is a magnification machine. It is meant to magnify the moon’s energy to kill the wolf.”

“Wouldn’t that just make it stronger?” you asked.

“At this magnification, the wolf would drown in it until it would cease to exist entirely.” He explained.

“Come on we’ve got to go,” he said whisking you towards the door.

“I’m coming with you” the Queen spoke.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, your Majesty. You are the one it is after, best to stay here where you are protected.” The Doctor advised.

“I said I am coming with you. As you stated it is me that it wants and it will be me that ensures that it meets its demise.”

The Doctor was about to reply, but the queen stood and said. “Now that’s an order.”

He didn’t like it, but he didn’t argue. He sent Robert to get his wife and the other women into the study where they would all be safe.  And then the three of you were off. The Doctor in front and you in back. You had almost made it when the wolf rounded the corner. You turned to face it, wanting to by the Doctor and the queen more time. The wolf stopped abruptly.

“You’re like me” it growled.

“What does that mean,” you asked shakily.

“Bad Wolf.” It growled before starting again.

You were frozen in place trying to figure out what it meant. Luckily the Doctor had noticed you weren’t behind Queen Victoria and went back for you pulling you inside the door and barricading it.

“Are you alright? Did it hurt you?” he asked scanning you over for any signs of injury. You were still in shock and barely acknowledges he was there. He quickly pulled out his sonic and waved it about your head.

“I’m fine” you answered snapping out of it.

“Good, now help me position this at the door.”

“And what do you want me to do?” the Queen asked.

“Stand here and don’t move until I say so” he answered.

You and the doctor were cranking the lever as fast as you could. The wolf was starting to breakthrough. “Faster!” he yelled over the commotion.

Just as the wolf broke through and lunged towards the queen the Doctor opened the glass and hit it with the beam. It was frozen for a moment before disappearing with a final howl.

“Are you alright?” he asked the queen as he helped her off the floor, immediately noticing her hand. “Did it bite you?” he asked.

“No, it was from the wood of the door.” She answered.

“Let me see,” he said. But she immediately pulled her hand away.

“I said it was okay.” She snapped.

You and the Doctor went upstairs to check on everyone else and to inform them that it was mostly over. The guards started to awake and quickly regained control from the Brethren. They handled what was left of the remains and made sure the queen was safe.

The queen then called on you and the Doctor. She honored you both and then vanished you. “But we just saved your life” you argued.

“And that is why I am sparing yours. The two of you are not from here. I don’t know what you are, but you seek out terror, blasphemy, and death. You consort with the stares and with magic and I will have none of it. I hope you will go forward and consider how you have strayed so far from what is good. Consider the penalties of this life you lead and how much longer you can expect to survive.”

With that, you were escorted back to the TARDIS. “You know it does explain the fact that Queen Victoria began the strain of hemophilia. Her parents didn’t have it, no one had it before her. But now it is in the royal blood” the Doctor theorized.

“Are you saying it was caused by the bite? That the Royal family are werewolves?”

“I mean not yet. A genetic mutation like that would take hundreds of years.”

“No.” you laughed in disbelief.

“Think about it. How much they value privacy, how the schedule everything maybe around the full moon, they love hunting, their crowns are gold, never silver.” He continued.

“The royal family are werewolves” you laughed. You howled as you entered the TARDIS. The doctor joined in. And then he directed the TARDIS away.

You entered your room just recounting all that had happened that day. It had said BadWolf, but that was over wasn’t it? You wanted to ask the doctor, but not right now. Right now, you wanted to shower, change, and sleep.

[killitquick]

Here Comes a Thought.

Sherlock watched as you interacted with the men in the bar you two had found yourselves in. John, Sherlock and you had decided to take a case from a woman who lived up in the county.  Her grandmother had met an untimely death and although the coroner had said all was well she just didn’t believe him.There wasn’t a lot of cell service. Which wasn’t that much of a problem for the three of you; until it was. The good thing was that the case was finished. The killer was her grandfather who had run himself into debt. He hadn’t realized  that he had been cut out of the will and all the money was to be sent to his grand-daughter. 

 The car you had rented for this case was supposed to be in tip top shape. However down a dark and twisty road the engine shuttered and spat and then then car rolled to a stop.  The two men had gotten out and started to push while you steered.  There was an exit a kilometer away which wasn’t that far. You had almost made it till a huge hill had gotten in the way of your advances. 

It was a warm summer night and you weren’t bothered by the walk You and John were laughing and Sherlock could feel his blood starting to boil. Sherlock wasn’t sure why he was feeling so much animosity towards John. He had a wife and a child and he knew that he was loyal. He trusted him with his life and his secrets but every time one of his hands landed on your body he wanted to throw him into a fire. 

The wind blew and you just knew.  The air was sticky sweet with the aroma of  fresh pine needles and dirt. It hadn’t hit yet but it was coming; rain. You looked up to the previously clear sky and come face to face with dark and heavy clouds. It wasn’t on the forecast but neither was your car breaking down. 

“ We should hurry, It’s going to rain.” 

“ How do you know?” Sherlock asks. 

He means it to be just a genuine question but his voice comes off clipped and harsh and he see’s the way you recoil. A pang or regret hits his heart but for some reason he can’t help but let the anger cloud his words. 

“ I can smell it, plus there’s rain clouds hanging above our heads” you point up 

Sherlock refuses to look to where you’re pointing. What did John have that he hadn’t? You had seemed to be  so enamored by him this whole trip and he had enough of watching the two of you.  

“ Improbable, you can’t smell the weather” 

You’re not sure why Sherlock was in bad mood, you just knew he was. You know better than to argue when he’s like this. He gets cold and mean and you don’t think your heart could take his slashing words. You had thought that he was getting warmer towards you.  Yet as soon as you moved in his direction he lashed out at you. You found solace in John. He assured you that Sherlock was just adjusting to his feelings . He likened him to a rabid, cornered raccoon. Any moves towards him would be perceived as hostile.

The three of you hadn’t walked quick enough and were soon caught in a down pour. The summer rains were warm though so it wasn’t so bad. You shot a look at Sherlock as you made it to the top of the hill. 

“ I told you so” slips from your lips before you can stop them.

 The wide smile on your lips dropped the second your eyes connected with his. The scowl that had graced his features hit you harder than you would have liked.  John notices the stare down the two of you were stuck in. It was the staring match of the century.

“ There’s a bar a half click from here” John says bringing you out of your stupor. 

The bar was busy and loud. The chatter overlapped the sounds of the rain hitting the tin roof. Sounds of clinking glasses and cheers slurred around  and you welcomed such cheery vibes.  John was at the telephone booth getting a hold of a mechanic and you were at the bar getting everyone a beer.  A man that had already had a few rocked up beside you.  He looked nothing like your Sherlock but he was still attractive. His breath smelt like limes and beer and you didn’t mind the flirty smile.  He was easy to talk to and you wondered if it was always supposed to be this easy. You hadn’t been in the flirting game for a while because you had been strung out on Sherlock. Plus with the crazy hours you worked a social life was hard to maintain. 

Sherlock could only see red as the strangers hand crept along the exposed skin of your hip. Your wet shirt clung to your body in a delicious way and he wasn’t surprised that other men could see your beauty. He was surprised that you were welcoming their advances though. He felt a pang of betrayal crawl up his throat. John was still on the phone with the mechanics office and so there was no one to stop him from marching over towards the two of you. 

Harry’s finger rubbed tiny circles on your hip as you waited for your drinks to be made. It was sending chills up your spine and if you weren’t already head over heels for someone you would have gone home with him. He was a nice bloke and you could see yourself being happy in his arms but not as happy as you could be in Sherlock’s. The curly haired man comes into your field of vision and your whole world is set alight. The hand on your hip falls away as you move your body towards Sherlock’s instinctively.

“ Hey Sherlock!” you yelled over the noise. 

“ I just wanted to know what was taking you so long.” 

“ Oh, well our drinks should be up next. I got a you a beer. I wasn’t sure if you were in the mood for wine or not” 

“ I’m not in the mood for anything.” 

“ Sherlock what’s wrong, you’ve been acting strange this whole trip.” 

Sherlock scoffs at the question. How could you ask him what was wrong. Like you cared about his feelings. You were so easily distracted by that man that your affections towards him felt cheapened.  Were you really into him or was he just there. Was he the only available man for you to cling to. The thought of him being nothing more than that, hurt on a level he didn’t even know he could hurt on. 

“ Don’t act as if you care.” the words fumble out of his mouth like putrid bile. It stings the whole way up and leaves a nasty taste in his mouth. 

“ How could you say that, of course I care!” you grabbed the man by the arm and led him out into the cooling night air. 

“ Please, you care for me the same way that you care for that man at the bar. Just the tiniest bit of attention and you’ll throw yourself down like a ten cent whore” 

The words hit like a slap to the face and Sherlock watches as you physically flinch. His heart yearns  to reconcile the second he see’s tears spring up into your eyes. He knows he’s acting irrationally but that was entirely your fault. You had done something to him to make him behave like this, you had possibly drugged him or put him under hypnosis.  Sherlock didn’t get emotional, not like this. Sherlock didn’t believe that it was his deep hidden feelings for you that had made him go bonkers. He didn’t believe the word jealous lived in his vocabulary when describing himself and yet here he was with the green monster sitting in his belly. 

You’re so shocked you can’t even say anything. You hadn’t shied away from the mans advances, but it was nice to finally feel wanted. To feel the warm hands of someone on your skin left you a little breathless. Even then it wasn’t sweet Harry you were thinking of.  It was so easy to pretend it was Sherlock.  You knew something like this would never happen with him and so you let yourself slide into the fantasy. You didn’t think for one second you were being whorish maybe  a little too flirty but it was all innocent to you. 

“ I was pretending it was you. You only give me an inch every mile. It’s like half a step forward ten steps back with you, Sherlock, but I love you anyways. I love you knowing full well who you are. It just felt nice to feel wanted. That doesn’t make a-a whore. It makes me lonely and a little desperate for affection but not a whore. “ You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks or the lump that formed in your throat. 

“ It makes you weak throwing yourself into another’s arms because I don’t bend to your every whim.”  his voice is as sharp as his tongue 

“ And what does that make you, jealous and too emotionally stunted to see it. ” you yelled walking away from the man

There was an Inn just down the street from the bar and so you left Sherlock to his thoughts. There was no point in shielding yourself from the rain. You were already soaking wet from the walk to the bar. You wrapped your arms around yourself looking for some sort of comfort as sobs wracked your chest and your hot tears mixed with the cold rain. It left you numb. 

Sherlock marched his way back inside and found John at the booth with the three beers you had ordered. John looked up expecting to see your smiling form behind Sherlock but was confused when he sat down across from him alone. 

“ Where’s YN?” 

“ Most likely booking a motel room for herself” 

“ and why’s that? Sherlock,what did you do?” 

Sherlock tried to ignore John’s expectant gaze but it was hard to with his head so full. Sherlock needed to spill the secrets of his mind and John was his confident. He trusted him with his deepest thoughts.  Sherlock too a big sip of his beer and let the buttery notes of pine fill his thoughts up for a second before he explained to John what had transpired between the two of you, 

“ I hardly think that counts as jealousy and I refuse to believe i’m emotionally stunted.” 

“ You’re an idiot and you are jealous. Go and apologize” John demands 

“ I’m not apologizing. I’m not wrong. She should be apologizing to me” 

“ You’re going to lose her. She’ll figure out that she’s too good for you and she’ll never come back, is that what you want?” John asks seriously 

Sherlock knows he’s being obtuse. He knows deep in his bones that he wants you to himself. That he wants your smiles and laughter for himself. He also knows he’s being selfish. He knows that he purposely gives you just enough attention to keep you from leaving but not enough for him to stay. He knows it’s not fair of him to deny you love but he was afraid. You were uncharted territory. You were a  place in his mind he wasn’t sure of. You had a hold on him that he couldn’t explain not even to himself and that terrified him. John was right though you would go off into the world and learn that you deserved more than what he was giving you and you wouldn’t come back.

There was knocking at your door. A loud banging that wouldn’t let up and you just knew it was Sherlock. You pulled the door open and looked up at the raven haired man. His gray eyes were bright with something you couldn’t figure out, but honestly you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.  The two of your stare at each other for a moment before Sherlock made a move. His large hands gripped your body as he moved the two of you into the tiny room. You wanted to just go with it but the tears he had caused weren’t even dry. Your tiny hands gripped his soaked button up shirt as he sat you down on the small table in your room. Sherlock stood between your legs. His body cold and wanting. His head was bowed to you and  he took a minute to gather his thoughts. You watched as droplets of rain slid down his wet curly tresses. The tiny drops landed your exposed flesh bringing you out of your haze. 

“ I was jealous of that mans hands on your body. I was jealous and I was hurt and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.” his baritone voice rumbles through your chest and you feel the butterflies erupt inside of you. 

“ Sherlock, kiss me” 

The request doesn’t fall on def ears. Pillow soft lips crashed into yours and you could feel all his love being poured into you. Things weren’t perfect but you’d work on that but for right now, all was well. 

A/N I hope you liked it anon. Requests 

[where-dreamers-go]

You weren't aware of it at the time, but Arthur was going to keep a close eye on you.

[gothicwidowsworld]

Memories C.M

After realising Peaky Blinders is coming to an end Reader reminisces some memories of her Peaky family 

Based of this  𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟛

“Harry no that’s cheating!” Y/N exclaimed angrily, pushing the older boy away from her. “No it’s not!” The 15 year old retaliated, clearly enjoying how easy it was to wind the girl up. “Just because I have a higher score on flappy bird doesn’t mean you can sabotage me!” the y/h/c girl hissed her y/e/c orbs focusing intently on the phone screen. “Sabotage?! As if!” Harry disagreed, shaking his head violently at the young girl's suggestion. “Yes, Harry sabotage!” Y/N insisted, groaning slightly when the game over screen flashed on her phone. “That was your fault Kirton.” Y/N insisted, rolling her eyes at the bemused smile on the teenage boy's face. 

Harry still insisted to this day that he hadn’t been cheating and he most definitely hadn’t been a sore loser. Even though the popularity of flappy bird came and went seemingly overnight the two teenagers enjoyed playing games during their down time. Flappy bird got replaced with Vine and then musically and then Tiktok. Harry was the first age appropriate friend Y/N had made on set. It was something that had bonded them. 

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Y/N had gotten used to camera’s, the idea of a large lens watching her every move no longer panicked her. But the thirteen year old had never had to do an interview before, this time it was the idea of a stranger questioning her under bright lights that worried her. “You ok?” Cillian asked quietly in concern, he’d seen the young actress fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. “What if I say something wrong?” the y/h/c youngster anxiously piped up. “What if I make a fool of myself? Everyone at school already makes fun of me…” Y/N added sadly. She knew she shouldn’t pay any mind; they were probably just jealous but the thought of her peers hating her for acting was something she struggled to ignore. “How can you say anything wrong? Nobody knows Viola better than you” Cillian replied, patting the girl's hand lightly in reassurance. The Irishman’s soft spoken voice visibly calmed the girl, allowing her to relax before the interview started. 

It was the first time she’d realised that Peaky Blinders wasn’t just about showing up and acting. It was so much more. 

𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟝

“How you doing kiddo?” Joe asked, noticing the young girl's intense gaze on the booklet in front of her. Sighing Y/N scowled at the equation in front of her, Math’s had never been her strong point so why on earth her teacher thought she’d be able to figure it out alone whilst on set she had no idea. “Kill me now.. Please Joe, I'm begging you.” Y/N whined shoving the offending work book away from her. “Ah don’t be so dramatic.” the older man replied, chuckling at the young actress' look of disgust. Peering over her shoulder Joe frowned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he tried to make sense of the question. “It’s not dramatic Joe!” Y/N responded icily, jabbing her finger in the direction of the sheets of paper. “You know I was very good at maths at school.” Joe stated, pulling a chair out to sit beside the younger girl he’d become quite fond of over the years. “You were good at school?” Y/N teased a smile settling on her y/s/c features, Y/N was glad to finally stop frowning, the frustrations the homework had created causing a mild headache. “Oi cheeky do you want help or not?!” Joe exclaimed, gently elbowing the girl in the side as she laughed. 

Joe never offered to help with her homework after that. In fact sometimes if he noticed her struggling he’d try to avoid her… especially if it was maths

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“I don’t know if I even really want to go…” Y/N sighed heavily brushing a rouge hair roller out of her face. “Besides, who would I even go with? I don’t want to show up by myself?!” The 16 year old girl rambled anxiously. The teenagers' school had recently sent out the forms for prom tickets and Y/N was still debating whether to go or not. When she was younger Y/N dreamed of the perfect prom, the American movies she’d engrossed herself with had given her a false idea of the night. But now she just couldn't be asked. “Don’t you want to go and dress up, get your makeup done?” Helen queried gently, taking a sip of her coffee as she waited patiently for the set’s makeup artist to start on her. “Helen, I get my makeup done every day for work… it’s not special.” Y/N shrugged, shooting the older woman with a tight-lipped smile. “Did you go to prom?” the y/h/c girl asked. “Prom wasn’t really a big thing in my day, but we had a dance and I got all dressed up with my friends.” Helen explained, her eyes sparkling at the memories. “I think you should go, who knows maybe you’ll actually enjoy yourself.” Helen teased the youngster with a knowing look on her face. 

It had been a basic conversation, small talk really but Helen always had been a master at that. The woman had a way with words, and always sounded so invested in whatever the subject was even if it was over something as silly as prom. It’s probably one of Y/N’s favourite conversations with the Londoner. 

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“Who you texting?” Finn asked in a sing-song tone attempting to sneak a peek at the girl's phone. “No of your business” Y/N replied mockingly before looking back at the message she’d received. “No let me see” Finn whined trying to grab the phone from the y/h/c teens vice like grip. “Bugger off Finlay!” Y/N exclaimed loudly, swatting the actor’s hands away as she tried to protect her phone. Cradling her device closer to her chest Y/N attempted to protect it from the younger Cole’s prying eyes, Finn had always been a nosey bastard. “Ah C'mon share the gossip.. Or is it a boy?” Finn asked his eyes wide at the realisation that a crush could be the cause of Y/N’s sudden shyness. “It is a boy isn’t it!” Finn spat out quickly, noticing the heat appearing on the girl's cheeks. “It’s none of your business is what it is” Y/N responded snarkily, rolling her y/e/c orbs at the twenty-three year old man’s outburst. Silence settled over the castmates for a couple of seconds. “Wait until I tell Cillian he’s going to have a heart attack!” Finn chortled mischievously. “You wouldn’t dare!” Y/N hissed loudly, finally the older actor had her undivided attention. “Oh wouldn’t I?” Finn replied, raising an eyebrow in challenge before launching out of his chair and out of the trailer all while practically shouting Cillian’s name. 

As if being caught texting a boy wasn’t embarrassing enough, Finn’s delightful outburst had caused Cillian and Tom to give the sheepish teen the oh so fabled ‘boy talk’.  As punishment Y/N refused to acknowledge the younger Cole whilst off set until the twenty-three year old apologised profusely.  Whilst Y/N knew Finn had only been teasing the overwhelming horror of having to speak about crushes and boys to the two senior actors still donned in their characters costumes mind you had not been worth it. 

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Humphrey Goodman #4

Sighing in content Y/N slipped her sunglasses to cover her tired y/e/c orbs, the hot sun already taking its toll on the girl. Spotting the tall male the y/h/c girl squealed before launching herself at him which almost caused the pair to create standstill in the extremely small airport. “Murphy!” the youngster screamed happily forgetting to use her indoor voice for the thousandth time. “Come on trouble.” Humphrey smiled, nearly tripping over his sister's luggage in the process. “Your carriage awaits.” The older male bowed mockingly arm outstretched towards the faded yellow Land Rover.  The open window provided a much needed relief even if it did mess with her hair. “So how’s life now Uni’s over?” The Blonde DI questioned. Rolling her eyes the youngest Goodman grimaced “Okay your not Mum or Dad so don’t ask such a pathetic question Murph!” “Alright! Alright! How about tonight I introduce you to my friends.” Grinning the female nodded, brushing some of her y/h/c locks out of her eyes. “Sir, I know your supposed to be picking your sister up from the airport but a murder has just been reported.” A soft french accent came over the radio. Smiling mischievously Y/N leaned over to face her brother  “Orrrrr I could meet them now?!” 

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Marley Kelly #1

Imagine...

His tan skin burned against hers, kisses being exchanged between the pair feverishly. Their textbooks open and long forgotten on a chapter of the French Revolution or something or other lay in a piled heap on the floor. Sighing gently Y/N smiled, “You’re a very bad influence Mr Kelly.” Marley simply grinned lazily in response before moving to kiss the girl again“I’ll have you know I’m the Headboy” he whispered in the y/h/c girls ear his hot breath tickling at her pale neck.

“Y/N are you home?” Tom called out closing the door behind him his blue eyes flickering over the hallway looking for the denim jacket the eldest Grainger usually left lying around after a day of hard grafting. “Mika and Chlo are out for the night so it’s just us. I was wondering if you wanted to get a pizza in or something?” still shrugging his coat off Tom didn’t notice the silence that greeted him.

Upstairs the two teens shared a look of panic, what were they meant to do now. Tom didn’t exactly like the Kelly’s at the moment nor did he like the fact that the girls were growing up so quickly after Izzie’s tragic death. “Quick hide.” Y/N hissed shoving the boy off her bed as the y/h girl frantically adjusted her skirt. “What?” Marley whispered back attempting to signal at the lack of hiding space twirling swiftly around to face him Y/N shrugged “I don’t know under the bed or something..” Marley sighed moving forward to kiss the girl again wanting just one last second of nirvana.

“Y/N?” Tom called again this time walking up the stairs towards her room. Sighing again Y/N untangled herself from Marley's caramel arms Opening the door ajar Y/N smiled “Sorry Tom I was just so absorbed in the storming of the Bastille.” Tom nodded proudly unlike Chlo and Mika Y/N was yet to have a breakdown about her studying where she’d threaten to leave Waterloo Road before her final exams. “So Pizza?” Tom questioned “It might help get your study on.” he seconded adding an odd attempt at dancing. “Umm yeah sure.” the teen stated glancing behind her shoulder quickly Y/N nodded absentmindedly. “Something wrong? Is there someone here?” he began to interrogate her leaning over to push the door open. “So how about that pizza then?” the y/h/c girl started moving to close her door. Shaking his head Tom frowned “No what’s going on. Move.” this time he shoved the door only to see the usually unmade bed and school work littering the desk. “See nothing.” Y/N exclaimed moving shut the door again.

If only Marley was smaller or more nimble maybe they wouldn’t be in this situation maybe they could of continued to hide their blossoming relationship.

“A Kelly? Really Y/N! Could you have picked a worse choice.” The older man screamed waving his arms around. “You didn’t like Donte when Chlo started dating him and now you’re practically best buds!” she screamed back defensively. “NO. NO, THAT IS DIFFERENT.” Tom yelled aggressively stabbing his finger through the tense air. “He’s not his family Tom.” Y/N whispered softly walking away with Marley trailing behind her turning to face the man the girl continued “And you’re not mine..."

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Sam Tyler #1

The 12 inches of vinyl span repetitively filling the room with the soft melody of Fleetwood Mac  the occasional crackle giving the music a more hypnotic pull.  Sighing in content Y/N swayed letting the music envelope her. The sound of rain bouncing off the stained glass window added to the odd restless feeling that sat deep within the girl. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was like a longing call from a distant ley line. It wasn’t threatening, just sleepless. It called to her like a siren luring a sailor to their death but she wasn't scared. The scent of patchouli filled the room smoke billowing in foggy ribbons. Hippy stuff as her Father would joke half heartedly but the jab still stung when he frowned as he’d say it. The closing of the front door is what broke her hazy concentration. “Y/N! Pop the kettle on love we’ve got a guest.” Scowling the girl switched off the record player and walked down the steps hating the fact she had to join the real world again. The one she never seemed to fit in.

 Her Mother claimed she was just before her time but would still blush pink when her bingo friends would ask after the youngest Hunt. Boiling the kettle on the hob Y/N sighed leaning her head against the new kitchen cupboards. Apparently fake wood was now a fashion trend, something she was sure in years to come many people would regret. The whistle screeching in her ear snapped her out of her own little world. Grabbing the guest pot the girl counted the scoops of loose tea leaves  before going to join her father and no doubt work colleague. Gene  Hunt never really had understood the difference between work and home life and often if ever forgot to switch off. “Ah there you are. What were you doing brewin’ a potion or something?” The older male joked mockingly. Rolling her y/e/c orbs the girl grimaced at the man she called Dad. Plastering a fake smile on her cherry red lips she laughed. “Course not Dad.” Her Mancunian accent is gentle compared to the rough estate kids she grew up with.  Well calling it an estate would hurt her father's feelings dramatically. Gene had worked hard both under and over the table to get his family out of the crummy old builds he’d had to grow up in. And made sure to constantly remind his children that they were lucky and should be “dead grateful” for having their own toilet rather than having to share with the street for an ice cold often leaking shed. 

Pouring the tea Y/N felt the feeling rise again. This time unbearably like a red hot poker was burning into her chest. “Where's this guest then ey? Mum will go spare if I've used the good tea for nothing.” Placing a callous finger to his lips Gene pointed upstairs signalling the anonymous person was within hearing distance. “It’s a lovely home you have Sir.” the new voice complemented smiling awkwardly at the sudden extra person in the small room. “Hello I’m..” The new male started introducing himself. “Sam Tyler.” Y/N interrupted wincing at her manners. Nodding shocked Sam pulling his outstretched hand back. “You're a long way from home aren’t you Sam?” Y/N added filling the silence. “Hold on love, he's only from Hyde.” Gene stated dunking a custard cream somewhat violently. Fixing her y/e/c eye’s on the smaller man Y/N racked her brain trying to place the man. 

The next hour whizzed by it was mainly Gene and Sam talking about a recent case. Y/N had slopped off back upstairs after meeting Sam and serving the tea. Something her father should have been able to do but it was Gene Hunt. Watching the Detective leave Y/N frowned. She had so many questions about him. Why did she know his name? Why was he so far away from home? And why was he lying… Scribbling the house number on a scrap of paper Y/N ran after Sam catching him just before he got to the end of the street. “Look I don’t know why you’re here but you need answers Sam and so do I!” Palming off the scrap of paper the teenage girl turned on her heel to leave before facing the older man again. “You need to wake up Sam.” 

My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident, and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.