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captain-mj · 1 year

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You know what I’m here for. Gimme that sweet sweet Ghost/Soap/Gaz for the lil guy au. Preferably smut but I’ll take anything. Thank you <33333

Love the lil guy au! For context to anyone who wasn't there, Ghost is a selkie and Gaz is a nixie

Also, it's smut :)

Ghost and Gaz told Soap it would be fun. They hadn't let him in on why exactly they were leading him into the woods, but they doubted he'd mind.

The water was slightly murky. "It's brackish." Ghost explained. "Mix of salt and freshwater. Not the nicest looking, but water is a water." It also meant he and Gaz could both get in with no problem. But Soap wasn't privy to that quite yet.

Soap followed them, looking happy to be included. He nodded and blushed brightly when Gaz started to strip, completely unbothered by being naked in front of them. Ghost liked Johnny's reaction, the way he blushed and looked away, the shyness that was so unlike his usual self.

Ghost started to strip too, even taking off the mask. Gaz had seen his face more times than he could possibly count, but Soap had only seen it for Ghost team. He felt him staring but chose to ignore it.

"Don't want to waterboard myself, do I? Are you going to swim in your gear?"

At Ghost's words, Soap finally started to pull of some of his clothing. He, like Ghost, stayed in his underwear and undershirt but Gaz undressed completely and slipped right into the water.

Soap flushed more. "So why did you guys invite me?"

"Felt like it." Gaz smiled at him. If Soap noticed his teeth looking a little sharper, he didn't react.

Ghost got in the water, feeling more at ease. He could see Gaz darting under the gentle waves, spinning and going to the very bottom of the pool.

It was deceptively deep which was the whole point. Gaz could sit at the bottom and still have a few feet above his head before he hit the surface.

Last he checked, he could hold his breath for 30 minutes. Gaz didn't need to breath air at all.

Soap had 2 minutes if he took a deep breath first.

Johnny was a lot slower than them, feeling out where the bottom was since he couldn't see it. He reached the drop off point and went to move back when Gaz snatched him by his feet and dragged him under.

Ghost watched, counting the seconds until it was about two minutes. He could see Soap struggling against Gaz who was trying to show him something. Ghost sincerely doubted Soap could even see under the water.

After the allotted time, he reached down and yanked Soap up and against his chest, laughing as he clung to him. He patted his back to make sure he didn't swallow any of the water.

"What the fuck." Soap's arms went around his neck. "Wha-"

"Sorry. I always forget you guys can't breath." Gaz set his chin on Soap's shoulders. "You should work on it. Two minutes is so little time."

Ghost hummed. "That's average for humans."

"What a shame." Gaz hummed. "I can't show you most of my stuff."

"Most of your stuff?" Soap choked out, digging his nails into Ghost when he started to sink down. "No!"

Ghost laughed. "Not gonna drop you, don't worry. We'll keep your head above water."

Gaz's hands, now webbed and much bigger, slid across Soap's back. "Humans are just so pretty."

"That they are."

Soap seemed to realize in that moment that two very inhuman creatures had him stuck between them in an element he couldn't really fight them in. Ghost felt Soap's legs twitch, kicking at the water underneath him a little more even though he was being held up perfectly fine.

"Guys..."

Ghost kissed him to keep him quiet and Gaz started to bite along his shoulders, leaving large marks that wouldn't leave. Simon thought he was gorgeous. Gaz had taken on a greenish hue and his antennae perked up when he noticed Ghost staring.

"Once we're finished with Soap, I want a turn." Ghost grabbed a hold of Soap's hips, claws digging deep into him.

Gaz blushed and smiled at him before they turned their attention back to Soap who was squirming hard. Ghost tugged Soap's underwear down, the only clothing he had left and Gaz pulled him so he was leaning against his chest.

In this position, the size difference was more noticeable. Gaz was closer to Ghost's normal height and Ghost also a couple of inches taller. Soap really was helpless between them, but they could both see how hard he was getting.

Gaz's hand clamped around Soap's throat, making sure his head did stay above the water as Ghost sank down, kissing and biting at his chest and down his stomach before setting Soap's legs on his shoulder. He ran his tongue along his cock, taking full advantage of the fact that it was longer than normal. Next, he forced his tongue into him, ignoring that Soap was thrashing above. Gaz would stop him if Soap was genuinely distressed.

Soap whimpered to Gaz, not prepared at all when Ghost pressed his tongue into him. The sensation was odd, much harsher than a human's and it made his knees feel weak. "Can't we -ah- do this on land?"

"No. Wanted you helpless. Obviously." Gaz gently ran his hands through Soap's hair. "You like it."

Soap very much did. Couldn't really deny it. "Fuck, you guys are gonna kill me."

Gaz squeezed the hand he had around his throat gently. "No. Of course not. Make wring you dry, but you'll like it."

Soap felt Ghost press a finger into him and started to struggle again, the sensation too much too fast.

He dragged his nails down Gaz's arm but he was moaning. The pleasure making his brain fuzzy.

"Gonna take such good care of you. Promise." Gaz kissed along his jaw before getting to his mouth. His tongue slipped in to Soap's liking the sweet taste of person.

Soap slowly relaxed, moaning helplessly. "You guys want me this bad?"

"Been wanting you a while." Gaz admitted gently and Soap wailed as another finger was forced in. They were so much bigger than a person's and he suddenly felt very small. He whimpered as his body learned to take it, stretching around the intrusion until it fit.

"There you go, Soap. That wasn't too hard was it?" Gaz sounded gentle but Soap could hear the undercurrent of mocking under the tone.

Ghost pulled his tongue out and Soap almost cried, feeling a third finger take its place. "So much. Too much. Don't know if... fuck."

"You can take it. You'll have to get used to it. Planning on passing you between us any chance we get. Sound nice? Ghost fucking you hard while you fuck me? Or I can ride you while you take care of Ghost for me?" Gaz's hand grabbed Soap's cock who struggled not to come right then and there.

"Fuck please."

"If you need to come, you can go ahead and do it."

Soap shook his head and continued trying not to. He wanted it. Wanted all of it so bad and he didn't want it to end so early. The fingers were pressing deeper now, searching, stretching him out and he didn't. couldn't.

Ghost completely ignored that Soap came, continuing on until he deemed Soap stretched enough before pulling out and leaving him empty. He popped his head back above the waves.

Soap looked like a mess. All blushed with his bottom lip between his teeth. Ghost wanted him so bad. He lifted Soap's legs up to his hips.

Gaz moved his hand to Soap's mouth as he pressed in, hearing the muffled screams it was probably a good idea. Soap's eyes rolled back as Ghost pressed all the way in in one smooth motion. Tight heat enveloped his cock and Ghost couldn't help but press in a little deeper. Gaz's free hand went to his stomach, feeling Ghost fuck Soap.

Soap clenched around him and whimpered. Gaz slowly removed his hand.

"Fuck you're so goddamn fucking big and..." Soap covered his face, shuddering. "Ah..."

Ghost bit down a smirk and focused on Soap, gently rubbing his hips as he rocked into him. After a moment he pulled out and turned Soap around so he was facing Gaz before sinking him back down. He hooked Soap's arms so he couldn't grab either of them.

Gaz stroked his cock gently as Ghost told him how good he was doing. He was starting to thrust up into him and Soap's mouth fell open, body going lax.

"There you go, Johnny." Ghost purred as Gaz pushed two of his fingers into Soap's mouth. Soap soaked on them immediately, whining.

Gaz smiled. "You were right, his mouth feels amazing. So slick and warm." Soap struggled a little but this time Ghost hit his prostate and he was back to just taking it all. He came all over Gaz's hand, head falling back.

Gaz disappeared from there view but Soap felt his mouth on his overly sensitive cock and he knew exactly where he was. Ghost hit his prostate over and over and Soap ended up getting hard again, shaking quite a bit from the overstimulation.

Ghost bit the side of his neck hard, making sure it would leave a mark for a long time. "Ours. Understood? No one else could ever do this to you."

Soap nodded immediately. Ghost came in him, groaning as he nuzzled into his neck. He tapped Gaz who came right back up and attacked Soap, kissing him hard as he grabbed his cock and lined up. He gently sank down on Soap, letting out a soft sigh.

Soap groaned, trapped between their chests. "Aren't you going to pull out?"

"No." Ghost stayed exactly where he was, enjoying himself. He watched Gaz kiss Soap and felt him moving under the water, fucking himself on Soap hard.

Soap panted softly, already so close again.

"Come on, you can last a little longer, right?"

"Fucking hell. You two must be demons." Soap managed to get out, sounding hoarse.

Gaz laughed and kissed along his cheek, following the scar over his eye.

Ghost rocked into him and Soap groaned. "Come on, Simon. Mercy, please."

"Alright, alright. Still not pulling out. You're so fucking tight."

Gaz felt himself getting closer, already so close from watching them. Ghost's hair fluffed up like a halo as he held Soap, both of them so pretty.

Both of them were his.

He came with that thought in mind, clenching hard around Soap until he felt him spill into him too.

"No more... Tapping out guys..." Soap muttered. They both laughed, gently running their fingers along his sides and down his legs.

"You're good, Johnny." Ghost promised, biting at where his jaw met his neck. "We got you."

The two of them detangled themselves and gently put Soap on the beach. Before Gaz even had a chance to pull away, Ghost grabbed him, pressing him into the water. Gaz squealed as Ghost thrust into him, grabbing at Ghost's hips.

Ghost knew him well, immediately fucking him as hard as he wanted. Gaz kissed any skin he could reach as he felt the stretch. Thanks to Soap, it wasn't too bad, just enough pain to make it feel nice. Ghost was much rougher than him, not as worried he'd break. Gaz moaned and panted softly, circling his hips how Ghost liked.

"I think Nixies are pretty too."

"Never had a doubt about that." Gaz mumbled. Ghost hit his sweet spot and he was a mess, biting and scratching at any exposed skin like an animal.

"There you go, darling. I'll show Soap how to do this later. How to fuck you how you like."

Gaz nodded excitedly, feeling Ghost's pace start to stutter. He felt him come in him and then reach down, playing with him until he finished a moment after.

Ghost laid him right next to Soap and smiled. "That was fun. We should get dressed and go."

"Fuck off."

"Give us a minute, damn."

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kteabug · 2 years

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it just wasn’t meant to be

Summary: “If it’s meant to be, we’ll end up back together” is what Iwaizumi told Oikawa when they broke up ten years ago and the one thing that kept Iwaizumi from falling apart. But will that statement hold true when Oikawa returns to Japan ten years later with exciting news?

Pairings: Oikawa x Iwaizumi (part tense) | Oikawa x OC

Word Count: 3289

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of breakups and alcohol.

AN: Santiago Pellegrini is an OC from my IwaOi omegaverse series (joor) - just minus the omegaverse traits lol

February 2022

Iwaizumi wakes up, letting out a deep sigh as his hand slides around his nightstand, trying to grab his phone. His eyes squint when the screen lights up telling him it’s only 3:27AM. It has been like this – waking up randomly throughout the night – since Oikawa called two weeks ago, telling him of his visit at the end of the month.

The excitement of seeing his childhood friend has him like a kid on the eve of their birthday: too eager to sleep, eat or anything other than count down the days. Sitting up he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes, part of him worried about the reunion while his mind drifts back ten years ago.

* * May 2012

“Long distance doesn’t sound so bad compared to this.” Oikawa tried to laugh, but the words got stuck in his throat.

They weren’t breaking up because someone cheated or they stopped loving each other. In fact, both were sure they loved each other more in that moment than when they first started dating in their last year of junior high.

“We agreed this was best since neither of us know what our schedules will look like.” Iwaizumi gave his partner a reassuring smile. It had actually just been Iwa’s idea, the brunette had wanted to make things work long distance, but Iwa was certain that would only lead to them breaking up.

“But maybe we were wrong.” Watery hickory eyes look over at Iwa, but he’s met with the side of his head.

“I don’t.” Iwaizumi kneeled in front of Oikawa, reaching a hand up to gently wipe away a tear, “it’s hard but if we wait and break-up because of being too busy, it’ll hurt worse. Better to end things before we grow to hate each other.”

Logically, Oikawa knew it made sense, but emotionally he’s not so sure. “I could never hate you, Iwa-chan.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to never have to find out?”

* * The hot water relieves some tension that’s built itself in his shoulders. Letting out a deep breath, he wipes his hand across the steam fogged shower door, mind wandering.

It’s technically been less than a year since they last saw each other, but that time it was practically by chance. Running into each other outside the locker rooms, spending most of the 30 minutes dancing around awkward small talk. Despite their semi-constant communication via texts and calls, it hadn’t changed the fact that not only had it been nine years since they last saw each other, but since they had broken up too. The sting of a first love ending has a tendency to linger and those two were no exception.

He cuts the water off, taking a moment before sliding the shower open and stepping out. The cold air further wakes him up as he wraps a towel around his waist, a second towel is draped around the back on his neck. The water drops he leaves as he walks down the hallway would have his mother in a fit but he just shrugs it off, too worried about tonight to care about the flooring of his apartment.

Iwaizumi stares in his closet a bit too long for someone who typically opts to wear basketball shorts and a tee whenever he meets up with his friends. But he has plans for tonight, plans that warrant something more than gym attire so he places a pair of khakis he got for his last job interview and a dark navy v-neck shirt on his bed.

Choosing not to risk wrinkling his clothes for later, he walks back into the living room area wearing sweats he bought while studying in California and some random tank-top he can’t remember buying. There’s an audible huff when he flops down on the couch, leaning forwards to open his laptop that’s sitting on the coffee table.

Streaming Service A: Check out these new titles!

Food Delivery App: Order Confirmation #924508

Birtwistle University: Job Offer Reminder!

Social Media X: Your account has been logged into.

Streaming Service B: Catch up on these titles before the new seas…

Birtwistle University: Iwaizumi - we’re still interested in your resu…

XYZ Gym: Are you using the right pre-workout?

It never ceases to amaze Iwaizumi how many emails he gets even when he checks his account regularly, though most were ones he could simply ignore. He pinches the bridge of his nose, already feeling the stress of everything getting to him; opting to ignore the emails directly related to his future. He’ll have time after tonight to deal with it, right now his focus was making sure everything went well when the four of them got together.

* * October 2015

Iwaizumi was sitting in his Kinesiology lecture, eyes focused on the powerpoint, but mind elsewhere. Three years of scheduling his own courses, yet here he was in an important class after lunch. He scrunched his brows, pulling his phone out of his pocket, confused at who would be calling during his class. He bumped his knee on the table trying to get up quietly, getting an unamused look from the professor and a few peers. He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ before walking out into the hallway, answering the call.

“Hello?”

“‘Wa-cha!” The rest of the words were slurred, Iwa had a hard time understanding the tipsy dialogue.

“Oikawa? It’s like what,” he looked at his watch, confusion covering his face, “2AM over there.”

There was some sniffling on the other end, somehow overpowering the loud background noise from Oikawa’s end. The words sounded more like a whine than a serious question, “can we share a taiyaki?”

Iwa chuckled, remembering all the times they’d do just that as a way to make up after a fight. When he answered ‘of course’, there was an amused hum from the brunette. Abandoning his lecture, he walked outside to sit on a bench, his bag sitting between his feet, assuming Oikawa had done the same since the background noise on his end ceased.

It was awkward at first, neither really knew what to say, three years is a long time to go without talking to each other. Especially when before that, the two were inseparable, barely going 12 hours without interacting with another. There was also the fact they weren’t just friends that lost contact, but exes as well, making the tension encasing them a bit heavier. Though eventually it goes from silence to the two of them fumbling over their words before resting into easy conversation.

If the two hadn’t been friends for as long as they were, the words might have seemed like an overstep, but they don’t hold any malice, instead sounded like a friend checking in. At least that’s how Oikawa hoped they came across once they slipped between his lips: “Are you seeing anyone?”

“No. I’m not.” The lie fell effortlessly off his tongue. The truth was that Iwaizumi had been seeing someone for a handful of months, but things didn’t match up to when he was with Oikawa. In fact, in the few times he had dated someone since their break-up, no one made him feel anything close to what he felt with the brunette.

“I find that hard to believe.” He teased, though he meant every word. Maybe he was biased, but Oikawa felt, and still felt, that Iwaizumi was perfect in every way and anyone would be lucky to be with him.

Iwaizumi laughed, “well, what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Oh yeah, like a whole volleyball team of guys.” Oikawa chuckled.

“Nice to know you’re still a smartass.” Iwaizumi noticed that Oikawa sounded a lot happier than he had the last time they talked. It had been six months after their break-up and the last thing he could remember Oikawa saying was that he was a lot more homesick than he thought he’d be and even considered going home. Clearly whatever happened since then had changed that.

“Always.” There was a slight smile in Oikawa’s voice, “but no, I’m not seeing anyone.”

Iwaizumi felt his heart flutter, a warm giddy feeling filled his chest. He hadn’t felt something like that since the first time he caught Oikawa staring at him back in middle school. Or maybe it had been way back when they were kids and a flustered Oikawa asked him to play volleyball randomly at the park.

The two sat and caught up about a few topics, barely even touching the surface of half of what they spoke on. Most of the conversation was about their families and the last thing they talked about three years ago that was outdated now. It wasn’t until he saw his classmates coming out of the building that Iwa realized how long he had been out there.

Something felt right as he walked across campus to his dorm, listening to Oikawa call his name if he was silent for too long before he mentioned details about tomorrow’s game - the one Iwa had already planned to watch.

If it’s meant to be, we’ll end up back together, he smiled, recalling the words he told Oikawa back in high school, realizing just how true they were.

* * Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

“Yes?”

“Is that really how you answer the phone when your best friend calls?”

“It’s how I answer the phone when you call.”

“Anyways,” Makki scoffs, Iwaizumi could tell the pink-haired man was rolling his eyes. “Are you still good for tonight?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

There’s a pause on the other end, “it’s just…well you two haven’t seen each other in so long. It might be hard or awkward or something.”

Iwaizumi reminds his former teammate that he not only saw, but did speak to Oikawa back during the Olympics, though he doesn’t mention just how brief their interaction had been. The brunette hasn’t bothered to think of things going anything but smoothly tonight because they’re Iwa and Oikawa after all. Where one was the other would shortly follow and sure, things were a bit different now, Iwaizumi knows they’ll always fall back into rhythm.

* * July 2021 - Olympics

Iwaizumi ran his fingers through his hair, rolling his shoulders a few times as he walked towards the locker rooms. Losing the Olympics was bittersweet. He had watched the Japan team train harder than most, watched them fight on the court, but them losing meant getting to see a bright smile on Oikawa’s face and that almost made it worth it.

He had hoped that he’d get a chance to see Oikawa this time around, more than just across the court, since he didn’t get the chance when the brunette was in Japan a little over two years ago. Back then Oikawa had mentioned coming back to their hometown for a few days which had excited Iwaizumi. However, his trip landed right in the middle of a conference Iwa had been planning to attend and despite his attempts to skip it, Oikawa told him not to worry and that he’d rather Iwaizumi keep his plans. It felt nice knowing that even after all that time, Oikawa still cared about him and looked out for him, though he never did find out why exactly the brunette made such a randomly scheduled trip.

“Oh, sorry.” A rushed voice said, having run into Iwa’s shoulder.

“It’s oka–Oikawa?”

The brunette’s head snapped up, an unreadable expression on his face. “Iwa…hey!”

It was awkward. Phone calls don’t make up for lack of face-to-face communication nor change the fact they’d spent years on opposite ends of the world. But seeing Oikawa caused something in Iwaizumi to relax, taking in how beautiful Oikawa still was even with shorter hair. They stumbled over each other, words awkwardly overlapped before they found some sort of rhythm.

For the short time they had together, things felt similar to when they were back in high school, back before things got all muddied and tangled together. Back before they made promises of forever before they knew just how heavy those promises were. Oikawa laughed and it was like music to Iwa, similar to an old familiar tune that you remember, but can never fully place.

The athletic trainer noticed that even with the span of years changing them, the brunette still has some of the same nervous habits he had as kids. He still anxiously twirled the ends of his hair between his fingers and bit the inside of his cheek, both which Iwaizumi found endearing. He wanted to reach out, put a comforting hand on his shoulder or even pull him into an embrace because he hated the unreadable expression on Oikawa’s face.

“There you are!” A husky voice called out from behind Iwaizumi, he turned to see one of Oikawa’s teammates. “Mateo’s whining that he’s about to die if he doesn’t get food.”

“Ever the dramatic one.” Oikawa looked back at Iwaizumi, “this is my libero, Santiago Pellegrini and this is my childhood friend/the athletic trainer for the Japan National Team, Iwaizumi Hajime.”

The two men exchanged pleasantries, both trying to subtly size the other up before Oikawa intervened.

“It was nice seeing you. C’mon Santi, before Mateo tries to snack on Pablo again.”

“It was nice meeting you, Iwaizumi.” Santiago gave him a pleasant smile, nodding his head at the athletic trainer.

“Likewise.” He watched as the libero guided Oikawa away, seeing two of their other teammates waving for them to hurry along.

A lump formed in his throat watching the four of them interact, it reminded him of how he, Oikawa, Matsukawa and Hanamaki were back in high school. He thought back to their post-game trips to the nearby ramen shop and how Makki and Oikawa always tried to out eat each other which just resulted in both getting a stomach ache. It was strange seeing Oikawa act in such similar ways with other people because so much of their lives had been intertwined for as long as Iwaizumi could remember, that it felt wrong to have parts that didn’t overlap.

He shook his head, trying to erase such somber thoughts when he heard someone call out to him. Iwaizumi turned around to see Oikawa rushing back to where the former ace stood, almost tripping over his own feet.

Oikawa threw his arms around Iwaizumi’s neck, shocking the both of them at his actions, but neither dared to say anything. The embrace lasted long enough to stir up all those emotions Iwaizumi tried to keep at bay, but too short for it to feel like other than a hug between friends.

“It really was nice to see you, Iwa-chan.”

And just as quickly as he ran into Iwaizumi, Oikawa was gone again, having dashed back down the hall. Iwa stood there, unsure if that had actually happened or was just some figment of his imagination, but those ten words played repeatedly in his head and he couldn’t help but smirk: if it’s meant to be, we’ll end up back together.

* * Iwa wouldn’t tell Makki, but Iwaizumi is a bit nervous as he walks into the restaurant they all decided to meet at. He runs his hands down the sides of his thighs, his anxiety has the palms of his hands sweating. He lets out a deep breath just as he finds the table his friends wave him over to, telling him that Oikawa should be there any minute.

“Why do you think he’s in town?” Makki asks, sipping on the beer he ordered, “I know he said he had something to tell us, but what could be so big he flew home to say it?”

“Maybe he’s transferring to a Japanese team.” Mattsun suggests, but Iwaizumi knows that’s not it; he may or may not have already asked around.

“Could be that he’s retiring.”

“He just played in and won gold at the Olympics, I doubt that.” Iwaizumi quickly dismisses his friend’s statement. There is no way Oikawa is finished with volleyball just yet. Sure, he may not know the setter like he did years ago, but he saw the passion and determination in his eyes and the way he played against Japan, no way he was ready to give that up.

“We can ask him.” Mattsun points towards ahead and Iwaizumi turns to look.

The brunette looks breathtaking in skinny khaki pants and a black turtleneck, the sparkle that filled his eyes when he finally saw Makki waving him over and the little pep in each step as he made a beeline to his friends. It’s all so familiar, so Oikawa.

Iwaizumi takes another deep breath, running back over his plan for tonight. He’ll wait until Oikawa makes his announcement, let them talk about whatever it is before he asks the brunette if they can talk outside. Regardless of what Oikawa tells them, whether it’s that he’s coming back home or moving to yet another country, Iwaizumi will promise to follow him there this time. He now knows that letting Oikawa go to Argentina alone was one of his biggest mistakes, second to thinking that they needed to break-up ever. And he’s prepared to tell all of this to Oikawa because he needs him to know he can fulfill all the promises he made when they were younger and any that they’ll make in the future.

“So? What’s so big you had to come tell us in person?” Makki asks and the three notice Oikawa looking down as pink dusts his cheeks.

“Oh, well,” he smiles a sincere smile before looking over his shoulder at the man Iwaizumi failed to see until now. “This is Santiago, my fiance.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t hear anything after that. The blood rushing in his ears makes it hard to hear the congratulatory statements from Makki and Mattsun. Fiance? Had he heard that right? That doesn’t make sense because everything had lined up for them to be together again, didn’t it?

Oikawa calling him drunk to rekindle their friendship and still being single, those were signs, right? Signs that they were meant to be together again. Signs that they were on track to finding each other again, weren’t they? It feels like cold water is dumped on his shoulders as he listens to Oikawa excitedly map out the timeline of his current relationship.

He hears how they first started dating five years ago after Santiago eventually wore him down by asking him out on a date every day after practice for six months. How the seemingly random trip to Japan Oikawa made in 2019 wasn’t so random, it was him introducing Santi to his family, noting that his mother was devastated when the two broke up later that year. Iwaizumi listens to how he missed a chance at the Olympics since Oikawa had been single there, that he and Santiago had finally been able to go back to being friends by then before making up about a year ago.

Then Iwaizumi watches Oikawa show off the engagement ring he’d been keeping covered for a big reveal and how his face lights up telling the three how Santiago proposed on New Year’s Eve just several weeks ago. Iwaizumi sees a happiness on the brunette’s face that he’s never seen before, watches as he effortlessly fits against Santiago and he realizes that not everything that falls apart can easily be glued back together when you’re ready.

Iwa excuses himself, slipping outside as he scrolls through his voicemails for a specific number while heading outside. He looks back one final time at Oikawa, accepting that the setter has moved on and that it’s his turn to do the same.

“Hello, is this Mr. Gordon? Yes, this is Iwaizumi and I was calling back to accept the position at Birtwistle University.”

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apotatomashedbybts · 2 years

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But You Do...

➡Pairing: Doctor!Kim Namjoon × OC (Seo Lee)

➡Genre: fluff, angst, romance

➡Trope/au: strangers to lovers, slice of life

➡Rating: NC-17

➡Triggers/warnings: Graphic depiction of verbal abuse and emotional abuse, infliction of harm to health, toxic family relationships, description of pollen allergy, lots of crying, OC's mother is a bitch

➡ Word Count: 8.1k+

➡Banner(s): made by apotatomashedbybts

➡ Disclaimer: The description of the symptoms and effect caused by the allergy and the treatments may not be accurate. The italics indicate flashbacks/past incidents.

➡ Summary: A simple wish of having a loving family was never so simple for Lee. So when she ran away from that unfulfilled wish she realised that not all wishes are granted the way they are wanted. And sometimes a loving family can be a single person too.

➡ Author's note: So I managed to finish writing this within the time frame I gave myself! Yay! *pat pat* . Anyways, enjoy this longer chapter while I space out and think about the fourth chapter! But, you, my friend, please don't space out! Leave lovely comments, feedbacks and reblogs and I'll give you forehead kisses and lots of hugs!💜🌼

"Ugghhh!!" The intensity of the groan grew louder with each passing second as Lee rolled in her bed and debated with herself whether she should text Dr. Kim first or not. She didn't want to seem desperate but God knew she was desperate - more than when she wanted to slip away when she was stuck in that stupid family reunion and all the aunties were frying up her brain asking about her plans for marriage.

She looked at her watch once more - probably fifteen times in the past 5 minutes - and she felt like the clock hands weren't moving at all from the house of 5:10 am.

She got out of the bed and went to the balcony. The light cold breeze hit her face and she closed her eyes for a moment to feel the soft touches of the air, to hear it singing the constant tune. With the faint chirping of a few birds the sound of the waking city life began to collide and it got written down on her brain like a note that she didn't like it. In the past few years she had developed a habit of late rising, mostly because of sleeping in late or one could say because of not being able to sleep until it's late. But earlier when she was a school student she had to wake up early and she remembered how beautiful the relentless chirping of the birds used to be in the peaceful dawn of her neighbourhood and it sounded like a song whereas this on the other hand was giving her a slight headache. At least the breeze felt nice, keeping the air pollution out of mind.

"Will he be up by now?" She wondered and sighing went back to her bed to see the time.

5:30am… Keeping the phone with a soft thud she sighed, again, and turned down the blinds slightly as the sunlight had started to pour in and she felt exposed; she felt like the sun told her that it can see her and she should hide to not get caught.

°°°

Her eyes fluttered open and the first thought that struck her was that she was late. She hurriedly sat up and looked at her phone - 7:30 am. Then it hit her that there was no time fixed for the meeting yet. She slumped her back and a gradual sadness crept up her chest trying to force its way out from her eyes.

"Why am I being like this?" She asked herself resting her eyes on her warm palms. A thousand thoughts invaded her mind. She scolded herself for being so weak over something so trivial like this. She blamed herself for depending so much on that little piece of affection that she was hoping to get when he had nothing to do with her. In any case, he was just thinking of it as a casual thank you while she was weaving a tangled daydream.

She was just about to let her tears take over her when the sound of the mobile notification made her jump. Her hand reacted faster than her mind did. It was a message from Dr. Kim. While tears were still playing at the brim of her eyes a smile pulled the side of her lips forming an upward curve.

Lee felt like the clouds were under her feet. Standing up she twirled around the room and hummed her favourite happy tune. She was happy.

She got ready as quickly as she could. Rummaging through her luggage she decided to wear a light yellow coloured flared knee length dress with small graffitis printed across it and completed her look with a light wavy hair and nude make-up.

Swinging her sling bag across her shoulder she set out in the morning city, smiling from ear to ear.

She hardly remembered when was the last time she felt this burdenless while going out on a date. And even if this wasn't a date, in her heart she considered it as one.

As she neared the Nari's Tteokboki her heartbeat began to pick up speed. An uncertain nervousness made her hands sweat. Taking deep breaths she assured herself that it was going to be okay. She repeated that in her mind until she reached Nari's Tteokboki.

Upon reaching she let out a small sigh of relief that she didn't make Dr. Kim wait for her. She looked at her phone - it was 8:25am. While fidgeting with her phone she contemplated whether she should text him or not that she had reached there or she should wait for him until it's 8:30. As she was thinking of all this a familiar voice called her. She immediately turned back instinctively and braced herself for doing so. The wind that blew at that time momentarily made Dr. Kim's hair flow in that certain direction along with his long coat. The whole scene to Lee was like from a romance movie - highlighted, sparkling and slow motion and Dr. Kim was no less than the charming main lead. She swallowed a big gulp down her throat and looked at him agape - still in slow motion inside her mind.

She would have held that moment forever in a slow motion if Dr. Kim hadn't waved his hand very enthusiastically at her. That wave pulled her out of her imaginary world and wiping away an imaginary trail of drool she waved back, trying to be as much enthusiastic; only if her heart wasn't still in trance she would have surpassed him in enthusiasm.

"The wind was unexpected, eh?" Dr. Kim smiled sheepishly after walking upto Lee.

"Y-yeah! Quite unexpected!" Lee replied, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Shall we get going then?" Dr. Kim asked, a soft smile plastered on his face while heading to the nearest bus stop.

-"Sure!" Lee replied nodding and tried to walk by him closely while trying being not too close.

Lee and Dr. Kim got a decent seat at the middle and Dr. Kim gladly let Lee take the window seat. Seating at the window seat a clenching feeling took over in her stomach as she remembered how she was always scolded by her mom for wanting to take the window seat - her words as Lee exactly remembered, "Let your younger sister sit there and stop being so selfish!"

She never understood why she had been called selfish by her mom all the time even after giving away everything that was supposed to be hers, even her happiness. Yet she seldom complained; only cried, alone. It had always been a constant battle within her inner self, where her mind became two - one that was selfless and another one that wanted to be selfish. Up until now she didn't know what it was like to be selfish for doing something for herself, for making herself happy. But now she knew and she also knew that she was never going to abandon being selfish.

As the bus was about to start moving a bunch of man with flower bouquets hopped in and stood a bit ahead of where Lee and Dr. Kim were sitting. Seeing so many flowers Lee's mind sent emergency alarms within a fraction of second to all her body parts making her shudder and she started frantically looking through her bag. Realising that she neither brought her mask nor her handkerchief she cursed herself quite loudly. Dr. Kim was quite alarmed too since he knew about Lee's allergic conditions. He was hoping within that no wind would blow at that time and Lee would find her mask. But seeing her cursing loudly he knew what was up and he instinctively reached his right hand into his coat pocket.

"Here, take this. It's new and I haven't used it yet. You can use this!" Dr. Kim offered his newly bought blue coloured handkerchief.

Though for a moment Lee's mind wanted to be hesitant but her survival instinct made her jump on the handkerchief just like a drowning person grabs on a twig as last resort, as if her life depended on it.

She wore the handkerchief like a mask and faced the window, still shuddering at the memories of the pain the flowers had always brought to her.

The sudden warmth engulfing her right hand made her turn her head and she noticed that Dr. Kim was holding her hand softly. She looked at him and he gave her a reassuring smile as if telling her that it's alright, he was there. Even if the gesture was small, it held an emotion that Lee needed the most at that time, an emotion that she was going to keep in her heart forever.

Her left hand curled up into a fist as she tried hard not to cry. This soothing warmth that she had longed for as long as she remembered induced a feeling that clawed at her heart and brought back memories that she wanted to forget.

~Eleven years ago~

"Lee! Lee! Where are you? We are back!" Linda's excited voice caught Lee's attention and she stopped for a while to shout back "I am doing my homework!" and went back to bury her face into the books again.

She was less than least interested in going out to see what they have brought from market because she knew it was going to be either home supplies or something for everyone except her. And even if her mom was generous enough to think about bringing something for her, she wasn't going to get her hands on it until she got lectured by her mom. So she always tried to avoid interaction with them as much as she could.

"Moooommm! Lee is not coming out of her room! I am yelling for so long. Ah! My throat hurts!"

Lee could feel a stream of anger flow inside her. In an attempt to control that she clutched her pencil too tightly which left red marks on her palm. She knew that Linda was purposefully exaggerating to mom to get her into trouble. But again she knew that her mom practically needed no excuse to bash her. So she tried to calm herself down and tried to concentrate in her notebook.

"Lee!! Come downstairs right now! What type of older sister you are? Stop being so self-absorbed all the time!"

Hearing mom's false accusations she sighed and took in a sharp long breath trying to stop the tears from coming out.

Barely managing to shout back "Coming!" Lee closed her notebook to go out to the living room.

As soon as entering the room Lee instinctively bolted backwards and bumped her ankle on the side table.

The cry of pain that came out of her mouth made Linda stop her happy dancing while holding a bouquet of chrysanthemum and turn her head.

After rubbing her fingers on her ankle Lee looked up only to find, in her horror, Linda skipping towards her. Before she could make out the course of the event Linda shoved the bouquet near her face and say gleefully, "Lee! This reminded me of you so I bought this! Do you like it?"

A series of sneezes buried Lee's answer and her face displayed a painful expression. She could feel her breath getting shallower. Her eyes filled with water as she struggled to breath. To support her weakening body she reached out her hand to grab Linda but her hand grabbed only thin air. Barely managing to cry out "Mom!" she sat down and clutched her dress near her chest trying to steady her breathing.

Even after a few moments when no one came she wiped her eyes and saw that Linda was sitting on the floor a few steps ahead looking at her with a crooked smile on her lips and shaking mildly the chrysanthemum bouquet. It didn't take Lee any extra moment to realise what was happening. She knew that no one was going to come to look after her now and she was on her own. Somehow she made her still wheezing body stand up and dragged herself to her bedroom.

She slammed her bedroom door and locking it from inside started frantically searching for her medicines. Covering herself in blanket she tried to let the medication work by calming down. Her body felt tired and numb. She wanted to die, she wanted to run away from everybody there. Tears came rushing and in her heart she felt pain, a stabbing pain. She didn't want to be there. She wanted to be alone. She didn't want to go out of her room. Her eyelids felt heavy. And she wished for an endless sleep.

She didn't know how long she slept. When she woke up her head felt heavy and she just stayed in her bed staring at the ceiling. She would have stared at it for another few hours but a loud knock at her door didn't let her. The deep voice of her father followed the sound of the knock and she made an attempt to rise up from her bed, a failed attempt. She wanted to say that she was coming but her voice had sunk into her stomach. Seconds passed quickly and her father's voice grew impatient which was quickly followed by loud bangs on the door. With the leftover strength she had she tried again and trudged towards the door. Opening the door she could see her father's worried face but she was still too tired to ask how his day was. Her legs felt like cottons, struggling to support her weight and she collapsed in her father's arm.

Lee woke up to an almost familiar scent. She fluttered her eyes open and sighed; there she was again - the hospital.

The nurse beside her went out to call for the doctor and after a few minutes the doctor came in. She smiled seeing the familiar doctor. He smiled kindly at her and after checking her pulse and eyes he started speaking trying to sound as much kind as he could while scolding Lee since she was still young, "Lee.. what did I tell you about playing with flowers last time? I know it's normal to be curious and even skeptical about your own condition but you should listen to your elders. After all we care about you."

Lee was confused. And automatically she asked, "Sorry?"

Doctor smiled broadly looking at her and said, "Oh you didn't expect that your dad would tell me that you have not been listening to us? I guess it should have been a secret between Mr. Seo and me! Since your allergy started recently you have to be extra careful as you are not used to it. After using regular medications I hope it will be under control or at least you will be able to withstand it more. But until then no playing around! Do you understand me?"

Lee moved her head slightly, not knowing what to say back, which the doctor took as a yes and he patted her head lightly and said, "Tonight you'll be staying here. Go to sleep after the nurse feeds you the medicines, okay? Your mom came to pick up your dad while you were asleep because they had some work at home I think. They will come to pick you up tomorrow morning. Rest well!" He signalled the nurse to feed her the medicines after Lee finished her dinner.

After hearing the clicking sound of the door lock closing Lee loosened her left hand that was clutching the sheet to prevent herself from crying. She looked outside the window - she felt like the trees that moved in the rhythm of the wind in the darkness were peeking curiously at her. They were curious about why there was no one who would listen to her deepest feelings, they were curious about the reason behind not having someone who would hear her whispers and interpret them correctly, why did she not have the power to heal her own wounds. She wanted to run away to those trees and hug them. She wanted to scream and tell them her story.

She curled her legs near her chest hugging herself and cried. She asked the unknown entity what wrong she did. She asked why did her dad lie to the doctor, why she was blamed for the things she never did, why did she had nobody to hold when she was hurting so much. There were countless "why"s in her mind but noone to answer them. She cried until her cover was soaking wet in that particular portion and hiccups overpowered her.

•••

"Lee… We are here," the soothing voice pulled Lee out of her flashback. How long has it been? - she wondered. When her mind instructed her to look for her phone she noticed that Dr. Kim was still holding her hand, lightly, and it filled her stomach with butterflies, lots of butterflies. Before Dr. Kim could notice she coughed lightly and he noticed his hand on hers. He immediately pulled his hand away and uttered a small "sorry" and smiled sheepishly. Lee gave him a small nod and buried her head inside her bag to find her phone but her main intention was to hide her blushing tomato face.

The cafe that he chose made Lee think that he had known her since before she knew herself. It smelled of coffee and pastries and books. It's windows were decorated with small cactus plants and numerous bulbs hanged from the ceiling making the environment an aesthetic pleasure. As she entered, the smell mesmerized her and she breathed in deeply, taking in the mixed scent of old and new books, lattes and frappuccinos, pastries and croissants. She turned her head towards Dr. Kim and seeing her bright smile his chest puffed up in pride.

They took a comfy seat near a huge book rack and her eyes began scanning through the books. Soon she found the book she has been dying to read for long. Exclaiming her joy after finding the specific book to Dr. Kim she stood up and reached her hands out for the book and like many other times in her 24 years of life she cursed herself for not being tall enough. A heavy defeated sigh came out from her lungs but before she could completely give up and before the cafe assistant could come to help her, she felt a slight shift of air behind her only to feel Dr. Kim, a second later, just too close to her as she bumped the back of her head lightly on his chest. Muttering a quick sorry he pulled out the book Lee had been struggling to get just a while ago and handed it too her with a smile. Looking up and seeing his dimples so close to her blood rushed through her face and she sat on her seat hiding her face inside the book, and pretended to smell the old pages of the book.

She tried to think quickly how she should start the conversation so that it won't look too awkward or won't give away how stupid her face looked at that time.

Taking a deep breath behind the pages of the book she put the book down and faced Dr. Kim, who himself was looking at a book.

Noticing her putting the book down he put the book in his hand down too and looked at her.

"I shouldn't get carried away. I shouldn't get carried away. His eyes are so beautiful. Gosh! I shouldn't get carried away." Lee's mind was all over the place. But before she actually got carried away she asked him, "Do you come here often?"

Not too awkward, just a simple question! "You rocked it Lee!" She patted herself mentally.

"If you call 'once a week' as 'often' then yes, I do come here often," he replied smiling.

That smile, Lee thought, she was going to faint, and all because of that smile, that damned dimpled smile.

Before she could ask anything further an elderly lady who might be the same age as her mother approached them with a warm smile to take orders.

Lee felt a pain that rose from the bottom of her chest and she smiled at the lady so fondly as if she had been longing for an eternity for that warm smile.

"Oh who do we have got here? Such a pretty young lady. Namjoon, dear, you never brought someone with you. This is such an unusual occurance! You should have given us a heads up before bringing your girlfriend to our poor shack!" The lady exclaimed and kept her right hand gently on Lee's shoulder.

Lee immediately took the lady's hand in hers and exclaimed while standing up, clearly embarrassed by the reference, "oh no no no! I am just his friend… Not his girlfriend, ha ha! And what are you calling a poor shack? This is the most amazing place I have ever been to.. just as beautiful and warm as you are.." Lee didn't know why but her throat felt like choking while uttering the last few words and she gulped hard to make that go away.

"Such a charmer, isn't she?" The lady looked at Namjoon as if she knew he would agree with her.

Not waiting for Namjoon's reaction the lady turned to look at Lee and exclaimed, "Oh! Look at my manners! It's so nice to meet you darling. I am Hwa Yeon, Namjoon's aunt."

Lee bowed immediately and introduced herself, "I am really happy to meet you too! I am Seo Lee."

"That's a pretty name! So, have you decided yet what are you going to have? Or should I recommend something?" Hwa Yeon asked.

Namjoon replied immediately, "The usual for me please."

"I'll have anything you recommend!" Lee smiled at her.

"Of course. I am coming right up! You'll love it!"

Before she could go Namjoon asked her, a little bit worried, "By the way you are busy as it is. Let your employees do it."

"Namjoon dear as I told you earlier, it's not everyday that you bring your friends along. And I am not that busy today. Sometimes the owner should get along with her workers too!"

Flashing a grin Hwa Yeon turned on her heels and made her way to the counter.

Lee turned towards Namjoon and remarked, "Dr. Kim, you seem really close with her. She is such an amazing person. It must be nice to have an aunt like her…" Her words trailed off at the end as she didn't want him hear what she said but the words had already left her mouth. She felt sad.

"Namjoon."

At the unexpected reply Lee averted her gaze from the table and looked up at him, "Sorry.. what?"

He smiled softly and repeated himself again, "Namjoon." And then proceeded to explain, "You said we are friends, right? Then you should call me Namjoon from now on. Not 'Dr. Kim'."

Lee didn't know that a simple thing like that could make her thoughts change their mood so instantly and so effectively. But it was him and every single gesture related to him had nothing but soothed her ever since they met.

She blinked her eyes, trying to figure what she should reply with but she was at a loss for words. "Snap out of it. Snap out of it Lee." She yelled at herself mentally and dazedly extended her right hand.

It wasn't until she heard Namjoon's confused "huh?" that she snapped out of it and replied with a big yet soft smile, "You should call me Lee. It's an immense pleasure meeting you Namjoon."

Namjoon was taken aback. That was the first time he had seen Lee smile like that. All the other times when she smiled there was only enthusiasm and excitement in it but in this smile a genuine happiness was radiated, and it, as Namjoon thought, was beautiful.

Namjoon felt his cheeks getting warm. "Am I blushing? Abort abort! Where should I hide my face?" Namjoon panicked as his mind went into a ruckus. But then he realised that Lee was still sticking out her hand towards him and he knew that it was a bad manner to keep a lady waiting like that. Involuntarily smiling shyly he extended his hand to shake Lee's, "Hi Lee... I am glad that I met you."

The letting go of each other's hands was quite slow. It was hesitant yet there was a longing to hold a little bit longer.

"His hands… are warm… and beautiful…" Lee stared at his hand as she let go of it thinking if she would ever be able to hold that hand for a bit longer.

They were over with the introductions but what now? An awkward silence was prevalent in the air and Lee was too nervous that she might say something dumb enough to make Namjoon think that she was not worth his friendship. On the other hand Namjoon was no less nervous. He wasn't used to talk much. The only person he has talked to more than twenty minutes was Hwa Yeon and that also took him finger counted years to get that comfortable.

"Namjoon, here's your Iced Caramel Macchiato and this flavourful Vanilla Cinnamon latte for Lee. And this straight out of the oven pastry cream croissants to take your tongue on a heavenly trip and also to wave away the smell of awkwardness lingering here!" Hwa Yeon chimed in while putting the drinks and the croissants on the table. The way she put it into her words made both Lee and Namjoon embarrassed at their transparency.

Hwa Yeon sighed a little exasperatedly and sparing momentary glances at both of them for once she moved a few inches closer to Lee and stated, as if she was giving her an advising secret, "My nephew here loves crabs! Loves as in adores them. And hates sea food!"

Lee didn't know how to respond to that as she was utterly confused why she was being given this piece of information. With a stretched "okay" Lee flashed her teeth and her eyes wandered towards Namjoon as if asking for some few extra words.

"Ah! Why would you tell her that?" Namjoon let out a whine.

You stared at this side of him which was new to you and you whispered inside your head, "Cute."

As if Hwa Yeon could read everything that was going on inside your head, she said, "I am giving Lee a heads up so that when she picks up a place to go on a date with you it isn't a sea food place!" And with that sentence she attached a quick wink at Lee and went away towards the counter - leaving the responsibility of witnessing the stir she caused upon the two flustered adults.

As soon as the word 'date' had left his aunt's mouth an embarrassed Namjoon had immediately lowered his head and hid his face behind his right hand.

Lee chuckled silently for a moment with her right hand on her mouth at Namjoon being so unexpectedly adorable. But before he could plead her to forget about the date part - much to Lee's dismay - she asked him, "So... Why do you love crabs?"

At her query, Namjoon took out his face from its hiding place and sitting in a more relaxing position, he, with a faint attempt to clear his throat, answered, "There is no specific reason to be honest," he smiled coyly, "I just really like small and cute things."

His eyes twinkled and he smiled with his lips pressed in a pout, making an effort to not let loose his big smile. That only lasted for a couple seconds though and he said with another embarrassed tone, "I know it doesn't really go along with my appearance but yeah..." His voice graduated into a duller tone and his expression seemed rather somber as he averted his gaze into the drink sitting under his nose.

"I think it suits you," Lee said while fixing her eyes on him and subconsciously wanting him to look into her eyes so that he could see how much sincerity was in her heart when she uttered each and every word, "Makes you even more adorable."

"Well, that's a first," Namjoon chuckled and placed a unwavering and soft gaze on Lee, "nobody calls me adorable except my aunt."

A malfunctioning beep went across Lee's head and she screamed mentally, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Did I just blurt out the last part? Learn to have some self-control, you freak!" Lee placed an imaginary slap on her lips.

She was perhaps going to blurt out another unsolicited statement about how she didn't mean it, like an automated and false response but he was smiling now and the colour of his face was back which made her think that perhaps it wasn't that bad to lose self-control once in a while.

Lee's shocked eyes returned to their normal state and as her gaze met Namjoon's soft ones she replied, "That's other people's loss then. I hope you won't mind me taking the privilege of calling you adorable."

"Only if you allow me to do the same," Namjoon chirped back with a smile that almost, just almost took the shape of a smirk, knocking out a considerable amount of air out of Lee's chest.

Taking a sip from her latte, all Lee could do was humbly nod in reply and make an attempt to hide her blushing smile.

The spicy taste that spread itself over Lee's taste buds after the first sweet impression of itself made Lee's ear feel tingly, pretty much like a wave of little tingles traveling across the insides of her jaw till the inside of her ear, waking up her mouth in the process. As she felt the warmth go down her chest she exhaled contently and putting the cup down on the table she whispered out, "So good!"

At her content expression Namjoon felt a strange satisfaction bubble up inside him and he waited for her to take a bite of the croissant. Thankfully the croissant was still warm. Lee took a mouthful of it and instantly felt her inside fill up with a sweet happiness. The back of her throat felt full and her taste buds were elated. Lee moved her legs in little kicks of joy while she finished the croissant trying not to eat too fast.

"That was the best breakfast I had ever since I remember having breakfasts!" Lee exclaimed while holding Hwa Yeon's hands in hers after paying the bill.

"Then my plan to get you hooked here was a success, I suppose." Hwa Yeon replied with a mischievous yet sweet smile.

"It was a success way before you brought us the food," Lee smiled softly and then looking into Namjoon's aunt's eyes with her glistening one she whispered, "thank you."

Hwa Yeon didn't know what to make of that expression. She couldn't grasp the depth of the sadness that Lee held in her eyes while uttering those words but one thing she knew she could do was hug her immediately and with a light pat she mumbled, "I'll look forward to more thank yous from you then."

A chuckle left Lee's mouth accompanied with a few tear drops that she had been holding all this time as she nodded an enthusiastic yes and whispered, "Please do."

The bus arrived as soon as they reached the stop and they managed to secure a seat for each of them. It was same as before - Lee on the window side and Namjoon by her side but there was no flowers this time, there was no trigger for memories to snake it's grip around Lee's throat and definitely no other reason to keep her from talking to Namjoon.

But somehow Lee was sad - a sadness that was touched off by the fact that they have to part ways soon, accompanied with thoughts that said that perhaps there won't be any chance to meet each other often or soon; may be they'll fall apart before having the chance to get closer, may be they'd become just another acquaintances to each other.

A deep sigh was halfway out of Lee's lungs when Namjoon turned his head towards her a little and asked, "So, you said you are new here. Where are you from?"

Lee looked at him almost immediately and answered, "I'm from Incheon."

"Oh.. that's pretty far."

"Yeah. It is," and that's a relief, she thought.

Then she proceeded to ask, "What about you? Is this your hometown?"

"No," Namjoon exhaled a brief and quick sigh and looked straight, "my hometown is Ilsan. It's closer than yours." Saying that he proceeded to display a smile which seemed like a tool he was trying to cover up his previous antonymous expression.

Lee felt there was more to his sentence than he intended to give away but she was not in a position to be courageous enough to ask.

A minute of silence passed as both of their minds raced with their own thoughts in a desperate attempt to come to a conclusion to pick one particular thought and before Lee could, Namjoon spoke, "if," there was a moment's pause before Namjoon continued his question as if he was contemplating whether he should ask or not, "it's okay for you to tell me, what happened that night?"

Lee never expected that Namjoon would remember the state she was in when she went to his clinic but, again, it was hard to not notice someone as dishevelled as she was at that moment.

She weighed her options and the truth felt too heavy. So she lied, "It's fine, I don't mind. I actually went to a friend's wedding that day near my hometown and I caught the bouquet," displaying a sheepish smile at Namjoon she continued, "I know what you might be thinking and believe me I was aware that it wasn't a good idea but the desire to be part of it took over my logical thinking."

Lee looked down at her twiddling fingers and resumed narrating her made-up incident, "I had to be here in Seoul the very next morning so I took the bus available so that I can arrive before it's too late in the night... That resulted in me holding my discomfort for that long," Lee shifted her gaze to Namjoon who was looking at her with those deep eyes as if trying to understand her and she gave him a carefree smile, "hence, that resulted in me looking like a mad woman."

Namjoon couldn't help but notice the sadness in her eyes that she was trying to hide behind that smile. Namjoon thought about a thousand comfort words but nothing came out of his mouth except, "I wouldn't say that. More like troubled? So it was a little concerning," and he reciprocated her smile.

"You could put it that way I guess." Lee laughed mildly.

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After getting off the bus Namjoon looked at his watch and almost panicked, "Ah! I am going to be late!"

And to that Lee gave an immediate response, "You should get going!"

"Ah! What should I do? I should walk you to your apartment," his lips almost turned upside down.

"It's totally fine! Trust me! It's hardly fifteen minutes walk from Nari's Tteokboki. And I am going to make a phone call from that phone booth anyways," she pointed towards a lone grey coloured phone booth standing at a turning ahead of them beside a street lamp on the footpath across the main road, "you should really get going. I'll be fine!"

After spotting the phone booth Lee was pointing at Namjoon looked at her with surprise and query in his eyes, "Wow, it's so rare to see working phone booths nowadays! Anyways, what happened to your phone?"

"Ah!" Lee fished out her phone from her sling bag and vaguely waving it she answered, "It died a while ago. But fret not," Lee straightened her back a little bit more and kept her right hand on her chest as if making an oath, "I'll text you as soon as I reach my apartment."

Namjoon giggled at her gesture and said, "Then let me at least accompany you to the other side of the road."

Lee smiled thinking that a few more minutes with him didn't sound too bad and she replied, "As the gentleman wishes."

As the traffic light turned red they both crossed the road hurriedly and after reaching safely Namjoon said, "I should hurry back. I'll wait for your text. Get home safe, hm?"

Lee gave him a light nod which Namjoon took as his cue to depart. Namjoon waved a quick bye and crossed the road hastily. Taking his bicycle that was parked in the bicycle stand by the bus stop he turned and waved at her again from the other side before dashing and disappearing in the next turning.

Lee's hand lingered a few seconds longer up in the air before slowly going into her sling bag and bringing out her cellphone.

Turning on her heels she started walking towards the phone booth while switching the phone on. She apologized to Namjoon mentally as her phone lighted up displaying the charge of it at 94 percent, "Sorry Namjoon, I had no other option."

Entering the glass box with grey rim she felt all the nerves in her body jumble up in a frantic attempt to escape. A minute passed as she repeatedly curled her palms into a fist to shake off the coldness. She debated with herself whether she should give up now and return some other time or not. A part of her wanted to run away because it was not ready to face what it left behind. On the other hand, another part of her wanted to reach out to what it didn't want to leave behind. And looking at the phone screen which displayed the name along with its number she chose to follow the later one, "I have to call Logan. At least he must be worried," a melancholic smile appeared across her face only to disappear the next moment.

Inserting the coin and dialling the number Lee stood there waiting with her eyes closed as the phone rang. With each passing ring she felt the urge to put the receiver down and flee but she knew that if she gets out of there right now there probably won't be a sooner time when she would be able to convince herself to go back in there and make the call. So she stood there, with her feet sinking into the ground more with each passing second. And just when she was starting to feel a distant relief that the call would go unanswered, his voice was heard from the other side.

-"Hello? Who is this?"

-"Hey, big baby..."

Lee's voice choked as she tried to hold back herself from breaking down into tears.

There was a few moments' pause from Logan's side before his shaky voice was heard.

-"Noona? Is that you?"

-"..it's me."

-"Are you alright? Did you see a doctor that night?"

-"I am alright and yes, I did see a doctor and took medicines. I felt a lot better after that."

-"That's a relief... Where are you?"

-"Just somewhere... It's a nice place, so don't worry."

-"You don't even wanna tell me?"

-"I am just not ready to face anyone yet... And you know mom. She'll probably figure it out if you come to see me."

-"You are right..."

Lee heard a light chuckle from him before he continued speaking.

-"Are you really okay though? Is it comfortable? Is the food good? Do you need some money? I can send it to you without mom noticing!"

-"Woah! You have really grown up, huh? Offering your big sister money? Wow!"

-"Come on! It's nothing like that you know..."

-"I know. I know. I was just joking."

-"I am just worried... Are you taking care of yourself?"

-"Of course! I am taking good care of myself. I have enough money. The place is nice. The food is really good. And I met some really nice people."

-"That's a relief then. But you promise me that you'll call me if anything happens and you need my help, alright?"

-"As you say. But enough about me. How are you? How are... others doing?"

-"I am doing fine. I just miss you a lot. The others... are worried about you. ."

-"We both know that's a lie. Mom and Lin must be overjoyed. I guess, dad may be a worried about me a little bit but mom must have stopped him from reaching out."

-"Well, that's the Seo family for you."

-"Ha ha. You are right. By the way I think this call will come to an end soon. I'll call you later someday."

-"Okay.. take care of yourself. Unblock me and call me soon..."

Before Logan could complete his sentence his voice got buried by a pair of voice calling him frantically, that Lee could recognise as Logan's friends, who happened to be their neighbours as well.

Their tired voice sounded as if they had been running. Between their ragged breaths they somehow managed to say, "Aunty is giving all of Lee's stuffs away to the trash picker! Come quick."

With the last words before the abrupt disconnection of the call Lee felt her senses going numb. With disbelief and shock her already glued feet sank even more into the ground. Seconds grew into minutes as she stood there, unable to move. With a flat line going across her mind she could only hear a continuous extended beep sound in her ears.

When the initial shock settled in her thoughts made a crowd, "My stuff? What should I do? What will I do?"

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"Mom! What are you doing?" Lee yelled as soon as she saw her old books and notebooks piled up in the front yard of the house and a trash picker was weighing some of it in a handy weighing machine.

"Can't you see? I am giving away the trash." Her mom replied with an almost expressionless face while looking over the machine to take notes of weight of every pile.

"Those are my things. Shouldn't you have at least waited for me to come out from the bathroom and ask after that?" Lee fumed while walking over to the pile with big steps.

"You take so long to bath! Not everyone is going to wait for you," her mother frowned at her.

"You should have! These belong to me! You already give away my favourite clothes without asking me! I never tell you anything! But these... These are not trash..," her voice reduced to a whisper, "they are... memories," tears welled up in her eyes as she started collecting her books back from the man quickly.

"How ostentatious," Lee's mother scoffed, "memories? Let me see what kind special memories you have in there," she extended her hands at the notebook lying on the top of the small pile Lee was holding.

As an instinctive reaction, Lee backed away, refusing to let Mrs. Seo touch her notebook. Lee's mother grimaced and held herself back from making a scene in front of a stranger by clenching her palms into a painful fist.

Taking this opportunity Lee collected all her things and took them back inside.

About half an hour or so later, there was a knock on the door of Lee's room. She was anticipating with a nervous heart that her mom will come sooner or later to give her a piece of her mind. Lee didn't want to open the door but when the knock grew louder she made a short run from her bed to the door.

Her mom entered the room in a flash and before she could figure out her mom strode towards her bed and began unloading all the trash from the bin on it. And before Lee could unfreeze from the initial shock her mom was done emptying the entire bin and with the grimacing expression that she had displayed outside before coming back on her face she ordered, "Take what's yours from there. And if I ever see you putting your things in the bin then you just count on me being this kind."

Lee winced at the sudden loud sound made by her mom as she slammed the door shut behind her after getting out.

Lee stood there in the same place motionless. A scream of helplessness and anger tried to push its way out of her throat from the depths of her aching chest but she pushed them further down by physically gulping hard.

When the initial shock of it subsided into a dying sorrow, she turned around and walked upto her bed. Slowly slowly she started picking up the wrappers of the chocolates and snacks she threw in the bin that week. As she was doing so, teardrop fell relentlessly blocking her vision and when she looked at the finger counted wrappers belonging to her on one side and one too many of the garbage on another side not belonging to her, the dying sorrow in her heart revolutionised itself into an undead anger and in that formidable emotion she put all of the that remaining garbage in a plastic bag and wiping the tears she stepped out of her room and walked with long steps towards the kitchen where her mother, her sister and her father were discussing excitedly about Linda's wedding which was five months away.

Seeing her walking into the kitchen area, the smiles on their faces faded slowly. As the others watched curiously, Mrs. Seo opened her mouth to say something but instead she shrieked when Lee began to unload the plastic on the kitchen floor.

"Why you little.." Lee's mother raised her hand at her in an instant rage but Lee swiftly backed away and with her expressionless face and blank eyes directed at them she stated before turning around and walking away, "I took care of my trash, you take care of yours."

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With shaky hands Lee somehow managed to put the receiver down on its place. The air inside the booth felt too heavy to breathe in. It's almost as if she couldn't take in the air even if she tried to.

The grief of losing the things, the material memories, she treasured all her life, weighed down on her chest and she gasped for air to tolerate the agony.

Her legs felt like jelly as she flung open the gate but as soon as she took one step forward her legs gave up and she fell on the ground. Her knees hurted. It hurted so bad.

The pain triggered the tears that were supposed to fall long ago and she wept, "It hurts. Mom... It hurts so much. Aaghh."

She was so preoccupied in dealing with her own emotions that she had failed to notice the rain that had started to fall earlier. Now, as she wept, the rain gained its speed and volume as if it's trying to match the intensity of her inner turmoil.

The rain water dripped through her hair, her clothes, soaking her completely. Even though Lee wanted to get up she couldn't find the energy in herself to do so. So she kept herself there in the same position as few people ran past her to find shelter from the rain. People stared at her from a distance – some with curiosity, some with concern. A few people shouted at her to get inside the shade of the booth. But those words fell into deaf ears. How could she get into the space again that she escaped from?

The involvement of other people became overbearing for her by the growing second, so she tried to calm herself down by wiping away her tears that were constantly getting washed away by the rain. Her vision was constantly getting blocked by the rain water.

As she straightened herself to get up on the slippery pavement, suddenly she stopped feeling the constant drop of water on her and she felt a warm hand on her arm.

Looking up, looking into his eyes, under the protection of the umbrella, her face distorted in the pain she was trying to drive away, as new tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to hide this side of herself from him so much, she tried so hard but may be in a hidden corner of her heart she wanted him to be there - to see her scars, to tell her it was okay.

And before any of these wishes came to Lee's lips, Namjoon tried to smile softly despite the concern dripping from his eyes, while helping her get up at her pace; and with his ever healing voice he said, "It's okay. I am here."

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flowerbarrel-art · 2 years

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~ PuffballsUnited, InnerSloth, The Henry Stickmin Collection

(Long Post)

Synopsis: Dave’s POV before, during and after the Pure-Blooded Thief ending. Mild swearing, gun use, gunshot injury, blood mention

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Dave groaned and held his head tightly, then rolled over in bed, turning away from the sunlight shining through his window.

His stomach dropped as he rolled out of bed and hit the floor, and he lay still for a bit, staring in a daze at the bright red wall in front of him.

Dave looked at the metal floor, then at the bed, and stood up slowly while stretching out his arms. He quickly lowered them, a knot of discomfort in his chest as he saw there was barely enough room for him.

Panic burned in the pit of his stomach as his mind finally caught up, and he began breathing heavily.

This isn’t my place! Where am I?!

He looked out the circular window and held his head tightly when he saw clouds flying by. He shook his head frantically and fell to his knees.

What happened to me?!

“Hey.”

Someone knocked on the door, and Dave turned to see someone’s with a bright orange top hat through the window in the cell door.

“Here. Eat.”

A flap in the door opened, and a plate with bread, cheese and what looked like beef jerky was pushed in, along with a couple bottles of water.

The orange-hatted man walked away, and Dave picked up the plate and water bottles, then sat slumped against the bed.

Why did they bring me here? I don’t even remember what…wait…no…

He ate slowly while he thought, then glanced instinctively at his watch, but sighed when he saw the cracked face and unmoving hands stuck at 10:30.

I was on night shift…then…then…I saw the mayor and some people with top hats…

He shakily took a drink of water.

I tried to radio for help, but they…I think they knocked me out…

Dave finished the bread and cheese and leaned against the wall.

Why was the mayor there with…with the…

Dave recalled the appearance of the man who’d brought him food, specifically his orange hat.

…Toppats, he thought in dismay.

He forced himself to finish eating, then left the plate at the door before returning to the bed.

He huddled up under the covers, both arms wrapped around himself as he shivered.

Someone will realize I’m gone! Sam or Jacob or Kurt…maybe not Kurt…no, no, anybody! As long as it’s someone!

He eventually began to get drowsy, but every time he felt like he was falling into a deep sleep, he’d jerk uncomfortably awake. Sometimes he’d see figures in the darkness that just stared at him with glowing red eyes.

He was startled awake again a while later, and he glanced up to see a midnight blue sky with a couple stars visible.

He glanced at his watch, smiling faintly when he saw the minty green glow of the hands.

“You awake in there?”

Dave jolted upright and sat for a moment with a hand clutching his chest.

“…yeah.”

“You hungry?”

Dave almost got out of bed, but then he scowled and curled up with his back to the door.

“Suit yourself. We’ll bring you something later.”

Dave finished off his water bottle before fumbling around to make sure he still had the second one. When he found it, he cradled it close like it was a stuffed animal.

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A knock jolted Dave awake, and he groaned.

“Get up! Bathroom break.”

Dave didn’t move, but the knock came again, louder this time.

“I’ll drag you out if you don’t get up.”

Rubbing his eyes, Dave rolled out of bed and waited for the door to open. When it did, the orange-hatted man was standing there.

“Come on,” he said, ushering for Dave to walk in front.

Dave was quiet the whole way, and the Toppat didn’t say anything either.

When they reached the bathroom, Dave went in and studied the small space, then sighed.

What use is there trying to escape? he thought sourly as he washed his hands. We’re up in the goddamn air, Dave. Don’t be an idiot.

“Do you need anything?” the Toppat asked when Dave left the bathroom. Dave looked warily over his shoulder. “Just asking. You’re our prisoner, but we don’t want you to kick it if we can help it.”

Dave shook his head and turned back around.

“Alright.”

They made it back to Dave’s cell, and Dave walked inside with no remark.

“You slept in, so we’ll bring you lunch later.”

Dave got into his bed, closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

He was woken up for lunch and dinner, but only ate a little.

A few days later he sat up in bed and stared at his watch, noting again the deep crack in it and the stalled second, minute and hour hands.

He vaguely knew what time it was from looking out the small window in his cell, and he knew it would be fall soon, but that was it.

One morning Dave woke up coughing and shivering. He clutched his empty water bottle to his chest and heard the plastic crackle.

Nobody knocked on his door that morning, but Dave rolled over a while later to see someone looming over him.

He was about to turn back over, but the person forcefully sat him up and spooned something with a black licorice taste into his mouth.

He swallowed it automatically, then rolled back over, shivering hard.

“He take it?”

“Yeah. I’ll give him another dose later.”

Dave opened his eyes to see the orange-hatted Toppat still standing there.

“Can you eat?”

Dave noticed a bowl of soup in his hand, and nodded weakly. It took all his strength to sit up, but he managed, and slowly ate the chicken noodle soup.

He tried to thank the Toppat, but he couldn’t talk, so he just nodded.

The Toppat shrugged and took the bowl, then left.

Dave yawned and huddled up under the covers, falling asleep soon after.

A while later he smelled something odd; almost a burning smell, but something that gave him a calming feeling and a homesick ache.

It was the same smell he always noticed when the heat turned on in his apartment during the fall and winter.

…Is it fall already? Or maybe winter?

Gradually he warmed up a bit and fell asleep.

A few days later his cold was gone, and when he woke up early that day, he didn’t go back to sleep. He glanced out of the window in his cell, then rose up onto his toes and stretched before walking a few small circuits around his cell.

The next day he sat against his cell door and stared out the single window above his bed for a while before taking a nap.

When he wasn’t sleeping or talking walks around his cell, he’d just sit and find shapes in the clouds, while at night he picked out all the constellations he could.

Sometimes music of various genres—usually pop, rock or songs from musicals—would play over the speakers, which helped break up the monotony.

It sadly never lasted long, though. A man would usually come on the intercom and chastise whoever had done what was apparently a popular prank.

That night, music started playing over the intercom, and Dave fell asleep before someone could turn it off.

The next morning, Dave was abruptly tossed out of bed and slammed into his cell door.

When he regained consciousness, he heard a voice over the intercom.

“My apologies, everyone. Had to employ evasive maneuvers. A flock of ducks flew by.”

Dave groaned as he picked himself up, and was just about to limp back to bed when he heard the hiss of a door opening. He turned hopefully, but saw that his cell door was still closed.

But he’d turned in time to see someone without a top hat was walking by.

The person stopped and glanced into his cell, and Dave rushed over.

“H-hey! Think you could…get me out of here?”

The man hesitated for a moment, glancing down and searching for something.

Dave felt a sweep of relief when the person pulled out a keycard, and then amazement when the door slid up.

“Oh, thank you!” Dave cried, throwing himself at the stranger and hugging him tightly around the neck. He felt the person freeze, and then felt a hand patting his back. “Are you a prisoner too? How’d you get out?”

The man shook his head, then gestured for him to follow.

“I…I can come with you?” Dave asked, and got a nod. “Thank you! So I guess you know a way out?”

The man nodded again, then walked across towards a nearby door. Dave glanced in the cells as he followed his rescuer, but didn’t see anyone in them.

“What are you doing here?” Dave asked quietly, but only got an impatient look in response. “Umm…really, thank you. I’ve been in here for…for a…well…a while.”

He got another glance, but a bit more anxious than impatient this time.

“Do you know the way around this place?” Dave asked. “If you know the way out, could I come with you? I just want to get back home.”

The man was quiet as he worked on the door’s panel, but gave him a quick nod.

“I’ll stick with you then…and maybe I can help. My name’s Dave.”

“…Henry.”

“Hope we can both get out of here,” Dave said, hurriedly glancing around.

Henry stepped back as the door opened.

“What’s in there?” Dave asked. “The way out?”

They entered the room, and Dave flinched for a moment, then stared at the piles of treasure all over the room.

“We should keep going,” Dave said nervously. “They’ve probably got cameras…”

Henry was walking towards a giant ruby.

Dave clenched his fists.

Henry pulled something from his jacket pocket; Dave looked closer to see that it was a strange microchip.

“Is that how you stole the Tunisian Diamond?” Dave asked quietly, fists still clenched.

Henry’s eyes widened.

“Is that ruby the only reason you came here?” Dave demanded.

Henry looked away for a moment, then gestured for Dave to follow.

“Where are we going now?” he asked.

Henry simply motioned for Dave to follow, and after another glance around, he reluctantly did.

Henry eyed several other items as they went, but didn’t stop.

The door opened automatically, and Dave hurried down the red-carpeted hallway after Henry.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

Dave whirled around, seeing a shorter Toppat standing there and reaching for his hip.

Henry and Dave bolted as gunshots sounded.

Dave felt a sudden burning pain in his right leg and stumbled, but Henry yanked him up and helped him limp along.

Henry took a sharp turn, and Dave felt a panicked jolt when he saw it was a dead end.

Henry sat Dave down, then slammed a switch on the wall; a door slid upward with a hiss, revealing a small just big enough for two people.

Henry helped Dave up again and got him inside it, then sat him carefully down.

“W-we can…escape…?” Dave panted, both hands holding his bleeding leg.

Henry nodded, then gave him a thumbs-up.

Dave closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was alone.

His leg was still aching, but he could see it had been bandaged, and Henry’s jacket was draped over him.

“Henry…?” he whispered faintly.

He heard faint shouts and gunshots.

He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then looked around the pod for any buttons, but didn’t see any.

Dave braced himself, then attempted to sit up, but his head spun and he slumped back down.

A distant explosion sounded, and the whole airship rocked.

Dave began sliding forward, and he feebly grappled for anything that would keep him inside the pod.

Just as he was about to slide out of the pod, the door snapped shut; he managed to pull up his legs just in time.

Dave’s stomach suddenly dropped, and his ears popped. An alarm sounded, and the pod began shaking. Dave was slammed to the floor.

He saw clouds above him, and closed his eyes again, but his stomach was still flipping.

All of a sudden, the pod stopped moving with a powerful jolt, and everything went black.

Someone lifted him up.

“Dave!”

“Rupert, get him over here!”

Dave managed to open his eyes a bit, and saw several figures leaning over him.

“Alright, let’s get going.”

“Dave, you’ll be okay. I…I’ll come visit later, alright?”

Dave felt someone squeeze his hand, then slowly let go. The voices around him began to grow fainter.

“Good work, Stickmin…and you got the Ruby?”

Dave tried to look around, but could barely move. He felt something being put over his face, and gradually began to feel woozy.

“Deep breaths…” someone murmured, and then Dave’s hearing faded out.

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“Dave, buddy? Can you hear me?”

Dave weakly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to see a figure coming into focus.

“…Rup?” he croaked.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Rupert said, sitting next to the bed. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come sooner. Stickmin may have helped us out, but he still caused a hell of a lot of trouble…”

“Stickmin?” Dave repeated faintly. “Henry?”

“Yeah.”

“He was…helping you?”

“I know. I still don’t believe it.”

Rupert heaved a sigh.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t find you until now,” he muttered. “I…I tried.”

“Rupert, it’s…it’s okay,” Dave said quickly, holding up both hands. He felt a sharp jolt of pain in his right arm and stiffened.

“Don’t move,” Rupert said frantically. “You broke your arm.”

Dave groaned and closed his eyes.

“…how long was I gone?”

“…four months.”

“And Henry…he was…supposed to get the Ruby?”

“Well…yeah,” Rupert said. “But we knew you’d been kidnapped by the Toppats,” Rupert explained. “It just took a while to plan how to get you out.”

He hung his head.

“If I could’ve, I would’ve rescued you by myself.”

“You couldn’t disobey orders,” Dave said, his face a little warm.

“I’d have broken a hundred orders if I could’ve gotten you back sooner,” Rupert sighed.

Dave reached out with his good hand and put it over Rupert’s.

“You could’ve gotten hurt,” Dave mumbled. “It’s all over now anyway.”

They were quiet for a few moments.

“We were just going to hack your cell open,” Rupert said, “but Henry found a key. It was just sitting around.”

Dave draped his good arm over his eyes.

“Lucky,” he exhaled, his eyes burning as tears trailed down his face.

“Hey, Dave…y…you can stay at my place if you want to,” Rupert said. “And I’ll help you find another job….maybe one closer to base…or even on it.”

Dave wait until he’d composed himself enough to speak.

“I’d really like that,” he said with a weak smile.

“You’ve got to stay here for a couple weeks,” Rupert said, touching his shoulder carefully, “but after that we’ll get you moved into my place. There’s a guest room, and I’ve got a cat. Is that okay?”

“Yeah!” Dave said brightly. “I love cats, and I’m not allergic or anything.”

Rupert smiled, then looked at his watch.

“I’ve…got to go soon,” he muttered. “Visiting hours are almost over.”

“Could you stay a little longer?” Dave asked, holding Rupert’s hand tightly. “I just…really don’t want to be alone right now.”

Rupert nodded and squeezed Dave’s hand lightly.

“Alright. I’ll stay.”

Dave sighed in relief and slumped back in bed.

“Thank you…”

He was about to say something else, but fatigue hit him all of a sudden, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes.

He kept holding Rupert’s hand until he finally drifted off to sleep.

#PuffballsUnited #InnerSloth #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Infiltrating the Airship #Dave Panpa #Henry Stickmin #Pure-Blooded Thief #FlowerBarrel art #my head said to just keep normal PBT route #but my heart said nah #long post

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The Eclipse

“Do you have any coke?” That’s what she said to me as I walked up to her on the street. I stop and started, staring at her, she was standing under a street light and she was absolutely beautiful with thick wild black hair and big brown eyes, olive skin, with a movie star’s body. I didn’t have any coke, but I did not want to tell her that, so I just starred at her, while thinking where could I get some coke at 3:30 in the morning? Yes my first thoughts were to take a penitentiary chance and go and find this strange, beautiful woman some coke at all cost, just because she looked so goddam good, I was willing to do anything. She could have been a cop looking to bust guys with coke on them, or just looking to bust guys who are walking around early in the morning if they do are say something stupid. You never know, because I’ve seen all kind of crazy ways cops arrests people and those are just a few. Then she said. “That’s okay… I’ve done way too much coke tonight and if I do any more my heart may busts.”

She wore all white and I can see that she had perspiration all over her body, to the point to where it’s showing her areola though her shirt. It was a warm night, but it’s not warm enough to be sweating all over like she was, so what was my suggestion? “Well, do you think you should smoke some weed… You know… So you can even out?” She looks at me with a puzzled look, for about ten seconds, before saying. “Yeah! I think that’s a good idea.” I smile big, because I had weed and good weed too. We walked over to a bus stop that was right in back of city hall and right across from the main police station on first and Main in downtown LA., I rolled up the fattest blunt I could with of course the best weed Cali has to offer. We didn’t talk while I rolled up, she just watched me as I did it, right when I lit the blunt she stood up and put her hands in the air and spent around and around, and when she stops she looked right at me as if she was looking inside of me and seeing the person I am, before saying. “I left the club hours ago. I left my friends and turn off my phone, because I got tired of them trying to find me… I WANT TO BE LOSTS!” I can feel my heart beat faster as those words came out of her mouth.

She walks up close to me and holds her hand out for the blunt, but I’m kind of stuck in my sit just looking at her and thinking in my head, “Is this real.” She grabs the blunt out of my hand and hit the weed like an old school veteran and blew the smoke into the moon light. “I can’t believe you’re the first person I’ve talked to since I’ve been wondering around… You must think I’m fucking crazy, right?” Like I said… I was stuck and my mind was completely blank. The only think I was thinking was, “Work, you stupid fucking brain, work.” While thinking that to myself, I just smiled at her like I was mentally challenged and was happy when she passed the weed back to me. “I’ve been walking around like I’m waiting for something, but there’s nothing.” She comes and sits next to me and holds her hand out again for the weed, this time I pass it to her. As I pass her the weed, I feel my thoughts come to me, or it’s a spirit, or something that came to me and said to me inside of my head. “Do as I say, and say what I say.” I can feel my whole body come alive as I sat up straight and looked at her. “We find each other every lifetime and all were giving, is this moment.” She looks at me and takes a deep breath and in the back of my mind I’m thinking, “Is this really what my stupid ass brain came up with?” “It’s all ways two weeks before the solar eclipse when I find you, are you find me, or we find each other. Were the reason for the eclipse.” I try reaching out and touching her body and she moves away for me, but still looking at me with bated breath. “You know in your heart that I’m telling you the truth.” I stand there thinking, “Man I’m full of shit.” But at the same time I feel like everything I’m saying is true and I do not know how I feeling the way I’m feeling, because it can’t be true, but somehow someway it feels true. I move in again to touch her and this time she let my hand touches her hip and every particle of energy that was in the air must have come inside of me and was released in my touches, because goosebumps cover her body with that one touches. I move in closers kissing her neck and rubbing her body and I whisper in her ear. “Were the children of gods, and we do as we please.” She grabs me and kisses me with all of the passion and fury of a city being build and destroyed all at the same time. I pull up her shirt up and start to kiss and suck on her breasts, while rubbing and touching her everywhere. I don’t know if cars where driving by, or if people were walking by, it only felt like us in the whole universe at that moment and time. I feel her hand go down my pants and she grabs my manhood in her hand. I’m so hard I could bust though concrete and chip diamonds all at same time. I pull her pants down and spin her around and take her from behind, right there for the whole world to see, but as the world seems to be asleep the passion from every life time seems to be alive in the two of us and our love making is for the good of the world and all mankind. As she becomes wetter than the ocean and vibrates all over, I realize that this is more than love making, or lust. I realize that this had to happen. The magic of light and the sinfulness of the night coming together, before the eclipse, so there can be an eclipse. To all who saw the eclipse, and enjoy the eclipse… You’re welcome. Sincerely, Walton Jordan.

#true story #street life #urban #girls who smoke weed #short story #original story #story

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rustyolrobin · 2 years

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Unluckily; Luck

Sano Manjiro/Mikey x M!Reader

Prompt (from 'creativepromptsforwriting' on tumblr): Timer - everyone has a timer that’s counting down till they meet their soulmate (Me: Once the timer hits a minute and 00 seconds your wrist strings)

TW: implied de*th, motorcycl*s, ho*pitals and doc*tors Slight cursing

The reader and Mikey are romantic soulmates

Word Count: 2,188

Today was supposed to be the best day of your life, as the stories go. So why were you spending it crying outside of a hospital?

To be honest, you had forgotten about the mark on your wrist until a few minutes ago. The last few hours hadn’t really been the easiest on you. Your best friend had been in a coma for just over two weeks and during your daily visit the doctors pulled you out of her room to tell you the worst news they could’ve.

“Mr. (L/N)?”

“Yes, that’s me,” you said, turning your head to greet the doctor that just walked in.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Hanagi,” the man told you staying in the doorway of the room. “May I have a word with you outside, it will only take a moment.”

“Of course,” you said, nodding your head before looking back at your friend. You rubbed your thumb over her knuckles once before standing and placing her hand back on the bed beside her.

Walking past the doctor to the hallway outside you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen, so you stuck to shoving your hands in your pockets as the doctor closed the door of hospital room B7. Turning to look at the doctor you noticed how he sighed before his eyes met yours, this didn’t help your nerves at all.

“So, I’m sure you’re aware that Mrs. Kase has been in a coma for the past two weeks, and about the brain trauma she went through before she got here, so I’m going to have to ask you to listen to everything I have to say before interrupting.” The doctor looked up from his clipboard when you didn’t audibly respond. Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly nodded your head in his direction.

His eyes looked down at his clipboard before looking up and continuing. “There is a high probability that your friend isn’t going to make it. Right now we’re looking at a 30% chance of her survival. Now that doesn’t mean-“

His mouth was still moving, but the words got lost in the air between him and your ears.

A 30% chance?

“Fortunately, the fall didn't crack her sku-“

“You’ll do everything you can right?” The words left your lips before you knew you were thinking them.

You stared the doctor in the eyes as he threw out his response, “Yes, of course I will sir.”

You nodded at his words and bit the inside of your cheek harder as you stepped around him, telling him that ‘You’d be back in just a moment.’

It didn’t take that long for your walk to break into a jog, from a jog into a run. Soon enough you were dodging nurses left and right and getting yelled at by staff, but you didn’t care. You ran past a group of kids that had just burst in through the hospital doors and remembered knocking one of them over but which one? Who were they? You didn’t know and didn’t wait to find out.

Catching one of the closing doors, you swung it open, only to have it slam behind you.

You knew you couldn’t leave the hospital, not yet anyway, your ride wouldn’t be here for another 30 minutes or so. You could always walk there but as the thought crossed your mind you also felt the rain hit your skin.

Gosh could this day get any worse?

So that’s how you find yourself, crying on a bench on the outside of a hospital. Your T-shirt and jeans damp and clinging to your skin. Your socks got wet too so on top of being mentally off, you were freezing.

As you pressed your wrist to your face to dry your eyes, you saw the black lines that haunted you ever since you were born. The lines that marked the time you had left until you met your “one-and-only.”

00:00:00:00:20:23

“Only 20 minutes huh?” you said, slightly smiling before moving your hand into your back pocket to pull out your phone. “Huh, ah sh*t!”

You jumped up and ran back into the hospital, hissing as your body was hit with the cold blow of the AC from inside. Huffing you slid into an open restroom and dried yourself the best that you could. Wasting no time, you ran back out and pulled yourself towards your phone, minding the nurses as you didn’t do before. You were panting by the time you reached your friend’s room.

Grimacing you opened the door.

The lights were off, and your hand brushed the wall to find the lights, as they'd done many times before. You winced at the bright light, and at the sight of your friend.

Walking into the room the smell of the flowers you had brought earlier was ever present, and the gentle notes of Claude Debussy’s ‘Clair de Lune’ entered your ears. The soft piano made your eyes water again. Glancing over at your friend you could still remember how her fingers used to be able to play that song.

“I think that’s one of my favorites,” you said, looking over at her from her bedroom floor.

She laughed, “All of them are one of your favorites!”

“Because you played them,” you whispered into the quiet room. Your feet brushed the tile as they glided over to the chair you were sitting in earlier, where your phone was resting. Picking it up you opened it to see a chain of texts from Emma, a friend of yours, who had planned on giving you a ride to her house from the hospital.

Emma-channnn

I’m sorry (Y/N) but I got held up with a school project so I can’t come pick you up ☹

OH WAIT

My brother says he can come pick you up!!!

He’ll meet you outside the hospital and I told him to be nice to you, so you won’t get scared >:(

You chuckled at Emma’s touching attempt to fumble for a quick solution and texted back your reply.

You

It's alright Emma-chan

Thanks for not bailing on me <3

Her reply was almost immediate.

Emma-channnn

How dare you!!! >:0

I would never do such a thing!

Any news on Kase-san???

Before replying you walked over to your friend and pressed a goodbye-kiss to her forehead. You’d be back, you’d be back as soon as you could. But you needed rest and Emma was offering you a place to stay.

Taking one last glance around the room you walked to the door and turned off the light. It was creepy how hospitals could be somewhat calming one second and then downright miserable the next. The lights made the room look the smallest bit welcoming but now, it was as scary as a murder scene in a horror movie.

In one breath, the door opened and closed and once you finally exhaled you decided to text Emma back.

You

Yeah, I'll tell you about it when I get over there

Well, I'm on my way over to the front of the hospital

What's your brother driving??

You passed by the nurses and doctors a third time, giving the ones you locked eyes with a shy smile. Once you got to the front desk you took a second to look down at your phone and realized that you looked like a hot mess. And you were supposed to meet your soulmate in 5 minutes.

You looked down at your wrist.

00:00:00:00:03:53

Less than 5 minutes

Breathing in and out, you fixed your hair to the best of your ability and wiped your cheeks, hoping that helped. Walking out of the hospital doors you looked down at your phone to see you still looked the same as before.

At least your hair looked better?

Once you were outside of the building you saw that you had another text from Emma.

Emma-channnn

He’s riding a motorcycle

You know my family’s obsession with motorcycles

You

Gosh he must be so scary!

Emma-channnn

Nah not really

He’s only 5’4 🍤

You

Huh

Cute

You could see Emma’s face as she began typing frantically, possibly to deny that and say something about not being gay for two minutes so she could help you get to her house faster. But before she could finish typing you heard the faint revving of an engine heading your way and decided to be ready for whoever this 5’4 brother character was going to be.

A sudden sting hit your wrist, it wasn’t painful, but it was enough for you to wince and notice it. Looking at your wrist you saw the change in time.

00:00:00:00:00:55

Down to the second huh. All you could do was cross your fingers and hope that your soulmate had a good first impression of you.

When Mikey left home he was fully aware that he would meet his soulmate at the hospital his sister told him to go to. It was a 14 minute drive on his motorcycle on average and the time on his wrist read 15:09 minutes to go and counting.

He couldn’t shake the smile on his face as he rode down the streets of the town he knew all too well. There was some bad traffic, but he was just happy that he happened to miss the rain by a good six minutes.

The moment he had been waited for had finally come. His soulmate, his best friend, and hopefully his lover. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, he was a hopeless romantic all the way so anyone can imagine the kind of stress he’s under. At a red light he checked the time on his wrist and laughed out loud, scaring a pedestrian on the crosswalk in front of him.

00:00:00:00:04:37

Four minutes until he could have someone all to himself.

He just hoped Emma’s friend wouldn’t mind if he was a few minutes late to his little sister’s sleepover.

00:00:00:00:00:25

The motorcycle was tearing down the road, the engines getting louder and louder just as your time without a soulmate came closer and closer to an end. You checked you phone to see that Emma did indeed send you a page-long rant.

Huffing you shoved your phone into your pants pocket and stood up from your spot on the semi-wet bench. The street was oddly quiet without the ripping sound of the motorcycle wearing it down. You followed the dying sound of an engine to find a boy with long blonde hair stepping off of it.

He had a jacket on his shoulders that flowed like a cape behind him and held himself with a level of confidence you wish you could proudly say you had. He was wearing a white button up shirt with black pants that bunched up at the sides.

You knew you were ‘average’ height, but this kid made you look tall.

You walked over to him to ask if he was Emma’s brother when he looked up and locked eyes with you. The hand you had in the air, previously to wave him down, dropped.

Your wrist burned but god damn it you were not about to look away.

In a flash of movement he ran over to you, crushing you in a hug that made you fall to the ground. Groaning you looked down at your chest to see his head buried there. You lifted your head, wincing at the pain it currently held before softly pushing yourself off the ground and into a sitting position.

After all that readjusting, the only movement the koala attached to you made was moving his head to your shoulder. He squeezed you tighter than you thought someone as small of him could before slowly letting you go and pulling away from you.

“Hi,” you said, rubbing his back with your fingers in slow, soft circles.

“Hi,” he replied, threading his arms around your neck. “I think you’re my soulmate.”

“Really?” you asked laughing while he frowned at you, “I think so too.”

“I’m Sano Manjiro. My friends call me Mikey, but you can call me anything you want,” he suggested, winking at you while standing up and offering you his hand.

“Well, Manjiro,” you replied, taking his hand, “I’m L/N Y/N, and I would say ditto, but I feel like I wouldn’t be able to deal with what your imagination could come up with.”

You returned his wink before walking over to his motorcycle and gesturing at him to follow.

It took Mikey a second to collect his brains before gasping and shouting, “Your Emma’s friend!”

“The one and only, now get over here and take me away from this hell-hole my knight in blinding gold.”

As he walked over you hopped on the bike, leaving space for him to slide in front of you.

“As you wish my prince.”

The wind pushed your hair all over the place, but you didn’t mind. You sat with your arms wrapped around Mikey’s waist and his back pressed against your chest. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

#sano majiro #male reader #tokyo revengers #soulmate prompts #soulmate marks #soulmates #mikey x reader #mikey x male reader #oneshot #angst #fluff #sano majiro x reader #sano manjiro x male reader #sano manjiro being himself

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mayoanddelight · 3 years

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To Seize an Opportunity.

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Being stood up and a kind stranger are two strong variables for a good date.

W.C: 1.9k

C.W: Fluff with a dash of angst, self-deprecating thoughts, and being stood up. Don't worry ya'll it's a happy ending 😘

This is for @rachaelswrites 's 1 year writing challenge! Using the prompts 'Come back!' And 'Intertwining hands!'. I hope ya'll enjoy!!!

The lit candle’s flame danced around, venturing hope to those it deemed fit. But what if those that were graced with the power of hope didn’t want it in the first place? Spencer never did like hope, not really. Hope was always the one thing that put him in the position to be disappointed. Disappointed that his loved ones never returned to him after the hell they had been through together, all starting with his father, who left little Spencer to be stuck in a fragmented reality without a penny to their name, to lose the very thing a child is famed for—his innocence.

It’s funny how a flame slowly kills the only thing keeping it alive, tangoing around it until they both utter their last breath. The burden of hope being too much, even for the survival of the two star-crossed lovers. Just like the candle, Spencer’s lingering hope was also dying, the hope that his date would arrive.

He was always the oddball growing up. Being a child prodigy isn’t all rainbows and roses, at least half the age of his peers he always failed to fit in. Lacking everything what the female specimen finds attractive; he wasn’t blond, ripped or of the right age. He was just the weird, scrawny little boy who no one liked. The one chance he got to have something resembling a friend was just a ruse to embarrass the young boy, being stripped and tied to a pole begging for help that was never given.

Yet here he was again, like a fool, agreeing to a date with a pretty girl who never came. He wondered when the mark of officially ‘stood up’ would hit, maybe a 45 minute one? Checking his watch for the 78th time (he counted), she was 30 minutes late.

“Sir, if you don’t order something, we’re going to have to ask you to leave. Are you still waiting for someone?” Spencer saw the look on the server’s face, just the sheer look of pity. He hated it.

“Please, just 5 more minutes! I’m sure she’d be here any moment now!” He pleaded. The server reluctantly left, not before flashing him another look of pity. What a profiler Spencer was, not even noticing that the woman was deceiving him. Maybe he would always be the person who was the fool rather than the one to bask in someone’s love.

When the 45 minute mark hit, he raised his hand to call the server for the bill, fully embarrassed by his current dilemma. A woman, a complete stranger, appeared huffing for air and spoke rather loudly.

“I’m so—shit, just give me a second—sorry for being so late! The traffic was a nightmare, I had to run for like two blocks!” To say it largely confused Spencer would be an understatement. His brows furrowed, trying to search his mind to figure out if he knew her. Nada. He didn’t know this woman. At all, as a matter of fact.

Seeming to hear his train of thought, the woman leaned in to whisper in his ear. Whispering an introduction, her voice was so melodious. Better than the melody of the songs Penelope forced him to listen to.

“Please go with it!” She pleaded. He gave a quick nod, agreeing to her sort-of-demand. He wanted to see how it goes. And what this lady had planned. What can he say? He’s curious. Unraveling herself from him, she pecked his cheek for good measure before sitting in the opposite seat. A pinkish shade slithered away on his skin. He didn't know whether she didn’t notice or she ignored it. Either way, Spencer was thankful.

“Knowing you, you’d probably have memorized the entire menu,” she giggled as the server brought back the menu, placing it in front of each of them. Spencer’s eyes widened in shock. They didn’t know each other. He was sure of it.

“Do I know you?” Blame Spencer’s job for him being so careful. For all he knew, she could’ve been a stalker. What if she kidnapped his date just to get his attention? Ok, yes, he knew it’s a far-fetched idea, but better safe than sorry.

“What?” By the look on her face, it was just a harmless joke. Cursing himself for sounding so defensive, despite all the heroic attributes they show about the FBI, they really seem to miss out on mentioning the consequence; the constant suspicion.

"Talk to people more than 5 minutes without irritating them"

“Do you have a good memory?”

“I have an Eidetic memory.” His sort of date’s eyebrows jumped, clearly impressed at his oh-so humble statement.

“So let me guess, you jumped through grades, graduating rather early. Getting a really important job at a young age,” she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, acting as if she was scrutinising him. “I bet you have a couple of Phds under your belt as well with the constant need to prove yourself.” She finished, tilting her head with a proud grin plastered on her face.

“Either you are the finest profiler I have ever met or just a lousy stalker.”

“Hate to break my streak here, but what’s a profiler?”

“Profiling is when a person records and analyses someone’s behavioral characteristics to predict their capabilities.”

“Law Enforcement? I presume the FBI” His eyes widened a fraction as he licked his lips.

“You scare me.” She held back a grin, proud that she impressed someone. Or in this case, scare them by her accuracy.

“As much as I’m enjoying this conversation, I’m starving!” To support her claim, her stomach grumbled. But nothing could sway her from her mission. A mission of grabbing the menu.

A look of achievement passed through her face once the menu was finally in her grasp. She seemed innocent and borderline childlike, but it seemed endearing to him. How she still had that childlike innocence glistening in her, even with the world being such a harsh place to live in. Something that was so brutally ripped away from him. Something he often craved.

After ordering their respective dishes, a wave of uncomfortable silence engulfed the two. At least from Spencer’s side. The dark beauty looked peaceful, humming away, playing with her hands beneath the table. Maybe she was nervous? Of course, she was nervous. She was having dinner with a stranger. And the same could be said for him, this whole situation itself was unfamiliar to him. Was this normal for a date? Of course he knew the statistics of being stood up, but this was beyond that. It just didn't sit right with him.

But something contradicted him once again. The moment she looked up at him with a smirk, the playful glint in her eyes didn’t seem to calm his thoughts, either. The reflection of the dancing silhouette of the flame made her devilish grin even more mischievous.

“So, Dr. Spencer Reid, how would you pay for our meal?” When she spoke his name, he couldn’t help but be alarmed. He never introduced himself. But out of nowhere, she lifted his open wallet, searching for something. Instinctively he touched his pocket to look for it, but lo and behold she indeed had his wallet.

"Do you prefer Card or Cash?" She continued, taking out the two items and placing them on the table. Spencer tried reaching out for his wallet, but she moved it away with a tut. Her actions were familiar, though the woman herself wasn't, she was the embodiment of his two most closest friends: Penelope and Derek. And the familiarity calmed him. Sort of.

"How did you–?"

"Magic." As if she knew what he was going to ask, she responded as she playfully wiggled her fingers.

At that moment he figured out two things. One, that she was playing with his wallet beneath the table, which was obvious by now. And two, she loved magic. Much like him. He loved it.

As a child he'd practise magic as a guise to make friends. To show them numerous tricks and the art of illusion. Unfortunately it was as if this was even more repellent. Maybe the problem was him? Nothing he did made his peers accept him. He just wanted friends. To experience the feeling that was lost to him for so long. So he found a haven in magic, his mother, in her better days, would love to see him doing magic tricks. Just the happy glint in her eyes devoted him to a lifetime of ominous, and mysterious illusions.

And now a path was formed, like a mist of smoke, Spencer was getting more and more intrigued by the kind lady as time ticked by. Not only did she remind him of his dear friends and had the characteristics that rivaled the best profilers but she carried a passion, similar to the one he carried.

So he took a chance, he took the chance to impress her like she's been doing since she introduced herself.

"Did you know, the earliest recorded magicians date back to Ancient Egypt, Ancient Rome and Ancient Greece, but they were considered to be sorcerers. Having the essence the of supernatural. By the 16th century magicians began to perform what they do today, though flawed," Unlike any of his friends, who would usually roll their eyes at him or straight up ignore him, she was completely enthralled, watching his hands move around as if they had their own language. Now to dazzle her. He took a 10 dollar bill from the table, making sure she was watching him.

"A magicians success lies in their ability to create an illusion that appears to be real, and to focus the audiences’ attention where they want it to be at a specific instant." Poking a hole through the 10 dollar bill and removing it, only for it to remain undamaged.

"Wow, A doctor, an agent and a magician! What can't you do?"

"I find that hard to believe, it's been over 30 minutes and I'm thoroughly enjoying our conversation and Impromptu magic tricks" For the first time Spencer was rendered speechless, so he settled with avoiding eye contact and a soft nod.

"I'd really like that" And from there they went, now sharing the same fate with just a intertwined hand and matching grin on their faces.

Having found a common ground, they kept conversing about related and unrelated topics. They were quite enjoyable if Spencer can say so himself. But time was merciless because just as soon as it began, it felt as if they just talked when the date ended.

"I had a great time" Standing in front of the exit, she gave Spencer a peck on the cheek as a goodbye and began to walk away. But he couldn't let her go. It felt like he finally found someone who understood him and he isn't willing to let it go. But he just couldn't move.

"Wait, Come back!" Her walking figure froze, turning to look back, she saw Spencer awkwardly sprinting towards her.

"Is it too late to ask you on another date?" Spencer went to close his eyes afraid of rejection but the way he said 'another' didn't go unnoticed, because her eyes lit up in excitement..

"I know a great ice cream saloon just a block away from here, on me this time."

Though the flame of the candle might give out. But on uttering its last breath, it left a legacy. A legacy that will never stop burning. A legacy that was the definite future of their love.

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angelguk · 3 years

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Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh.

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Aren’t you perfect,” Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. “Pussy made just for me.”

Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesn’t help that you’ve cum twice since you’ve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they can’t compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. It’s euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.

“J-Jeongguk! Can’t — I can’t —”

“You can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.” He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk can’t be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, it’s what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He can’t think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.

Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really, though, cause that means he’d never see you again). There’s nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his.

He can’t dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile as he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.

“Jeongguk, baby,” you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. “I love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. It’s kind of leaking out of me.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #au: jock!jaykay #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #yeah this not edited if u see a mistake u did not!!

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yengyangyo · 3 years

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berry | k.s.w

pairings: kim sunwoo x female reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers

summary: you are in denial that you have a crush on your own friend, kim sunwoo until he made you confess your feelings.

word count: 1.9k

note: i wrote this on sunwoo's birthday. its quite late to post it cs i kept on postponing it sksksk but yea this was inspired by sunwoo's berry. enjoy reading! xo

you had sunwoo on your mind for days that you are lacking of sleep. it doesnt sit quite right for you to have this 'romantic' feelings for your bestfriend. meanwhile, sunwoo is not helping you to clear up your mind at all. he's just always there beside you no matter what.

he'd wait at the bus stop just to go to class together with you in the morning even when you're running late. lunch time together is a must unless one of you had other plans. both of you are just stuck together anywhere you go.

so for once, you thought it'd be a good plan to avoid him today. you woke up early that morning to get to class and you texted sunwoo that you had a discussion with your groupmates. this went on for a few days, you were making excuses everyday but sunwoo believed you.

until he couldnt take it anymore.

you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you saw sunwoo on the caller id. you were hesitating to pick it up until you felt someone grabbing your wrist from the back, turning you around.

"found ya!"

sunwoo appeared in front of you with the brightest smile. you couldn't help but to feel happy and welcomed by him that you started smiling unknowingly. you get back to your senses seconds later and avoided his eyes.

sunwoo knew something was wrong when he saw your expression fell. he glanced at your phone that kept ringing. he ended the call and your phone went off too.

"why arent you answering my calls? are you still busy?"

you couldnt stand seeing sunwoo looking all gloomy and upset. you felt bad for ignoring him so you tried making up excuses again.

"oh yea i was about to pick it up. sorry,"

sunwoo pouted and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he's using his favourite perfume again today, you noticed. that scent happened to be your fav of him too. you felt weak and wanting to crawl into a hole or something.

"im craving chicken today. how about chicken and beer for dinner tonight?"

sunwoo turned his head at you, waiting for an answer. you looked up at him and his face was only inches away from you. you looked away, flustered. he had always been this way but only now you noticed how you felt about him which made it more awkward to be this close to him.

"i dont know, sunwoo. i'll have to check with my groupmates," you said, pretending to check your phone for your nonexistent messages.

"its friday come on. i havent hang out with you for days already," sunwoo whined and that made you laugh.

"alright but i get to choose where to eat,"

you chose the chicken restaurant near your neighbourhood where you both are regular customers there. the place was crowded with youngsters like the both of you, drunken with beer and chicken.

you were also getting tipsy from drinking. the first 30 minutes of the dinner went normal. asking how each other had been doing with the college life.

sunwoo sighed and rested his chin on his right palm. his eyes falters on you, searching for something. you looked away, feeling a bit burdened and transparent, because sunwoo knew you werent acting yourself these days.

"hey," he called you but you didnt answer and still avoiding the eye contact.

"hey look at me,"

you were startled at the warmth on both of your cheeks. sunwoo was cupping your cheeks to make you look at him straight in the eyes. you didnt know if this warmth was from his hand or from you blushing.

"what's wrong?" he asked. now his hand moved to yours, holding it tight. "you're avoiding me these days. do you think i didnt notice?"

silence fell between you two, just staring at each other. the guilt creeping up inside you and you didn't know where to start.

its the smallest gesture from him that create butterflies in your stomach.

that one time he opened the water bottle for you when he saw you struggling and saying that you're such a baby. his laughter filled the room when you frowned at the remark. you know how much he loves annoying you and in the end he always made you laugh too.

on rainy days, he'd always share the umbrella with you and keeping you close to him so you wouldnt get drenched. sometimes he'd gently rub your arm so you wouldn't get too cold.

sometimes he'd call you names like how boyfriend and girlfriend do, jokingly. though, you somewhat enjoyed it and played along. pretending to cringe but actually was flattered by him.

at this moment, your hand in his, eyes boring into each other, you just want to scream at him how much you love him.

you smiled in defeat and pulled back your hand.

"there were just so many thoughts going on my mind lately, sunwoo. im so sorry,"

he didn't question you any further and he nodded his head.

"whatever it is youre thinking, i just want you to know i'm always here for you,"

you smiled, this time sincerely at him.

"you always are sunwoo. i appreciate that,"

he smirked, "after all, i am the best that you got,"

you rolled your eyes and gave him your disgusted face.

"so are you gonna tell me what's bugging you?"

"i think i like someone. he's just always running round in my mind these days,"

you didnt know where the courage came from to blurt out that out of your mouth. sunwoo who was halfway shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth, stopped. he put it down and looked at you, doubting himself if he heard that right.

"i couldnt stop thinking about him. that pretty much explains that i like him right? or is it just my mind playing games with me?"

you swore you saw his face fell for a second but he went back to the usual sunwoo after that.

"does he know about your feelings?"

you shrugged, "nah. im still trying to find out what i really feel about him. should i tell him?"

sunwoo didnt say anything and chugged down his beer until its empty.

"yea why not," he answered simply. "he must be really lucky to have you,"

you laughed, "i havent done anything yet. there's a possibility that he'd reject me too anyway,"

its funny how you talk about this like its some stranger to sunwoo when you are talking about him. you felt light hearted a bit after letting that out.

"who'd reject you?" sunwoo said while playing with that piece of chicken, not looking at you anymore. "you're pretty and fun,"

you raised an eyebrow, wondering if you heard that right. he was still poking the chicken with his fork, eyes hazy and lips pouting.

"so you're not gonna tell me who is this guy you have a crush on?"

"you'll find out soon,"

sunwoo offered to walk you home though you kindly told him he didn't have to. he insisted and now you are walking beside him. he was suddenly quiet after the conversation you had with him.

"is that why you're avoiding me? because you have a crush on this guy?"

he asked, hands in his pockets, eyes looking forward. you looked at him, feeling a bit weirded out by his cold tone.

"no... okay maybe? i dont know. i just needed some time to myself,"

sunwoo fell quiet again for the rest of the walk home. when you reached the front gate of your house, you looked back at sunwoo. he looked like he was upset. you walked up to him and pat his side.

"hey thanks for walking me home. i'll tell you everything when i'm ready okay?"

sunwoo didnt say anything and you turned around to get out of that awkward moment.

"no i'll tell you everything right now okay? hear me out,"

you stopped in your tracks and facing him in confusion. he was pacing around, his hands are restless in his pockets.

"before you confess to him i guess i have to make a move on you first," sunwoo said, this time he raised his voice. "this is why people are saying we should always tell what we feel before we regret it and i dont want to regret it but i think im too late,"

you are worried at him. he looked like he was about to break down right in front of you. you wanted to comfort him but you didnt get what he's trying to say.

"sunwoo, i dont understand. what is it?"

sunwoo stopped pacing around and stopped directly in front of you. you swore you saw his eyes tearing up and you wanted to cry too. you thought, the alcohol has made both of you emotional.

"i like you,"

you both felt like the world is weighing down. it was as if the time has stopped for you two. you were staring at each other in disbelief.

"i know you like someone else and i shouldve told you sooner. i kept on putting back my feelings behind," sunwoo halted, gasping for air. "im too late now but i have to tell you this,"

"sunwoo-"

"i dont care who he is. but i want you to know that you deserve of love. you kept on telling yourself you dont deserve anyone. you know how badly i want to tell you that im here? i want to love you," sunwoo was practically shouting at this point. he sighed, "shit im already am in love with you,"

at those words, your tears came streaming down like crazy. you've never seen him cry but tonight he looked beautiful even when he's crying. you lurched forward and wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face in your neck and you felt his warm tears on your skin.

"im sorry. i just wanted to let that out after keeping it for so long. this is the worst timing huh?" he murmured under his breath.

you shook your head and laughed. you let go of the hug first and cupped his face in your hands. teary eyes staring at each other.

"sunwoo its you,"

"what?"

"i love you too,"

you closed the distance between the two of you, kissing him for the first time. that caught him off guard but then smiled in the kiss. it was sloppy but sunwoo is for sure leading you well at this. you both craved for this for a long time already. you were still crying of relief and touched by his confession.

"you should've told me before i start crying like an idiot," sunwoo looked down at you, smiling with his swollen eyes.

you laughed at him and you snuggled more into his embrace not wanting to let go too soon. you realized how much you miss him after those dreading days of ignoring him. he rested his chin on your head while gently patting you.

"im sorry ive been ignoring and denying my feelings for you,"

"its okay. thank god we actually like each other though," you both laughed at the same time and you havent felt this happy and giddy before.

"so i can actually call you my baby now?" sunwoo asked smirking at you playfully, knowing how much you hated it before.

"that's still cringy but sure, babe,"

#kim sunwoo #the boyz #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz fics #sunwoo fluff #sunwoo scenarios #sunwoo imagines #kpop fanfic #tbz fanfic #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #sunwoo oneshots #tbz oneshots

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hellion-writes · 3 years

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Surprise Conversations

Pairing: 10th Doctor x reader (intended as platonic)

Pronouns used: They/them (gender neutral reader)

Summary: When life isn’t great for you, a strange man talks to you when you’re at your lowest.

Word count: 2,345 (edited)

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, self deprecation

(A/N): Wrote this as a sort of vent/comfort within the span of 3ish hours and it’s currently 6:30 in the morning. This takes place sometime between Martha and Donna. Enjoy and ignore the awful title and writing pls

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It was always behind you, looming over your shoulder and breathing down your neck with saccharine addled air. You breathed in that oxygen against your will; sometimes that was the only way you could get through the day. Other times, it was the thing that ruined your perfect day.

It whispered in your ear whenever you made a mistake, no matter how small. It only started yelling whenever you started to decline, escalating to screaming when you were at your worst. You could swear that your eardrums were tattered beyond belief and that you could hear the remnants of the voice in the back of your mind whenever it wasn’t there, but you just chalked it up to the pains of growing up and becoming an adult.

You listened to it sometimes. You listened to it when it told you that you were a failure for getting anything besides a perfect score on a test. You listened to it when it told you that you were incapable of love when you and your childhood best friend started to drift apart. You listened to it when it told you that slashing at your skin with the razor blade you had unscrewed from a handheld pencil sharpener would solve your problems. And for the most part, you felt as if it was best that you listened to it.

There were times that you ignored it, though; this was usually whenever it’s ideas were too drastic for the situation. It called for you to jump when you came across ledges and bridges. It beckoned you towards the knife block and commanded you to stick them all in your abdomen. It wants you to jump onto the rails whenever you are boarding a train.

Ignoring it was hard, but doable when you didn’t have anything to stress out about. A couple of cuts and you’d be good to go for the day. It would be silent.

That was until things started to pile up. Bill due dates were getting closer and closer, friends were increasingly leaving, your debts were growing larger and larger, and your family was basically nonexistent in helping you with your problems. So you decided to finally give in and listen to everything the voice told you to do.

You found yourself at your favorite part of the city you lived in: the bridge overlooking the ocean. It had a perfect view of the moon and it’s beams glistening on the ever moving waves. It gave you some comfort that things would continue after you would be at your end. It was beautiful and you’d be damned if you didn’t at least have something to see before you died.

You were sitting on the ledge, feeling the salty sea breeze raise the goosebumps on your skin. Your grip on the metal bars was tight, almost as steely as the beam itself. Your feet dangled over the abyss limply.

“Hey.” A voice broke through the quiet, making you jump out of your skin and almost lose your grip on the bars. “Sorry,” they awkwardly coughed. A figure came to a seated position next to you, dragging your eyes off from the waves below.

The first thing you registered about him was the gravity-defying hair slightly being shifted by the breeze. In the back of your mind, you wondered how much gel he had to use to get it to stick up like that. The second thing you noticed was the way he looked at you. His eyes were expressive, probably more so than the average person. They were a deep brown color, the pupil almost blending in with his iris.

“So, I assume you aren’t out here for a little stroll?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes and gave you a sliver of a smile. You shook your head and returned to looking over at the ocean. He sat with you in silence for a moment before he spoke up, “what’s your name?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“I like meeting new people,” he shrugged. “If it makes it easier, I’ll tell you mine: I’m the Doctor.”

“Doctor who?” You asked skeptically.

“Just the Doctor,” he grinned widely.

“Well Doctor, it’s strange that you’re making small talk with someone sitting on the ledge.”

“Like I said, I like meeting new people… Nice day outside, isn’t it? Or should I say night?”

“Yeah,” you hummed quietly. Silence enveloped you both once more, only the sounds of each other’s breathing and the occasional shuffle being heard whenever one of you moved. It was starting to unnerve you, so you decided that telling him your name wasn’t going to do any harm. “(Y/n).”

“What?” He asked quietly.

“(Y/n). That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” you sighed out the last phrase. Normally, you would’ve said it with a large grin and happiness exuding from your every feature but you just felt numb.

“(Y/n),” he said slowly, as if getting a feel for your name, “that’s a lovely name. It suits you, you know. Nice to meet you,” he stuck a hand out towards you and gave you a smile that almost melted the numbness that froze you. You stared at it for a moment before slowly moving to grasp his hand in yours and give it a firm little shake.

“Likewise,” you mumbled. He jumped slightly when your cold skin met his warm hand, looking at you in alarm.

“You’re freezing,” he said before shrugging off his trench coat and laying it across your shoulders. An instant warmth enveloped you, making you unconsciously lean into the warmth. He was warm, incredibly warm. When your nose brushed against the collar, you caught a slight whiff of cologne and… something that you couldn’t place your finger on. Maybe apples or grass? Or a mixture of the two, you didn’t ponder on it. The Doctor was warm and he smelled good.

“Well being cold is the least of my worries right now, Doc,” a small chuckle left you. You gestured at the water below you wordlessly. It was then that you noticed his slightly beaten up off white converse shoes. “Nice shoes by the way. Not my definition of dress shoes, but at least you aren’t running around barefoot. I respect it.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, wiggling his feet in the air slightly, “they’re my lucky pair, haven’t failed me yet.”

“You know, you could use a magic eraser or something to get those dirt stains off from them.”

“Why would I do that? These stains are memories,” he pointed to a slightly purple spot. “This is when R- an old friend accidentally ran into trouble with some nasty things.” He pointed to a small grass stain, “this is when I was running with Martha.”

He had a fond smile on his face as he started to tell you stories about his adventures with his friends. There was Martha, the brilliant doctor (also a doctor, interesting) that almost matched his intelligence. Then there was Sarah Jane, a gifted journalist with a knack for discovering and defending the truth. K-9. Romanas I and II. Peri. Grace. Susan. Kamelion. It was as if this man had lived several lifetimes.

“It sounds like someone’s lived quite the life,” you mused when the conversation fizzled out.

“I have,” he nodded, an almost hidden wistfulness in his tone. “Now what about you? I feel like I’ve been hogging the conversation.”

“No, you’re fine; I liked hearing about your friends. As for me, well my life’s just not important.”

“Not important,” he scoffed. “Impossible. I’ve never met anybody who’s life wasn’t important. Everybody has a story, what’s yours?”

You were silent for a moment before you took a deep breath. What’s one more hour of conversation? It wasn’t like you had any time constraints. You diverged into sharing some aspects of your life, just the small things that wouldn’t normally make any normal person bat an eye at.

But the Doctor wasn’t a normal person.

You didn’t mean that in a negative way, no far from it. He actually was invested in what you had to say, not just politely nodding along. He asked you questions about what you were talking about, subtly pushing you to elaborate further. Soon enough you both were laughing like you were old friends catching up with each other. If anybody drove past you both, they probably would have thought you both were insane.

“You actually did that?” He asked incredulously through his snickering.

“Yes, I was a gullible kid. Not my fault that I’d do anything for a quarter and a cool looking rock,” you smiled and leaned your head against the metal bar behind you. “Everyone thought I was going to become a geologist when I got older with how much I’d hoard rocks in my room like there was no tomorrow. Made Mum cross with me for bringing dirty things into the house, but she never found the stash I had in the basement. I actually think that they’re still there, hidden in a box collecting dust.” You sighed and tightened your grip on the bars, “there’s no appeal in rocks when you grow up and see that the little sparkles and colors in them are just… imperfections that should be ignored.”

“The little imperfections I see in rocks,” he began, pinching a small bit of loose concrete between his pointer finger and thumb and brought it up to his face to examine it. “Are the things I refuse to ignore. They’re charming and separate it from being just a hunk of slate you find in a rock garden.”

“I feel like that’s some sort of analogy.”

“That… wasn’t what I was intending, but I do suppose that it could be one.” He turned to squint at you, placing the rock back onto the ledge next to his thigh. You squinted back at him, wondering what was going through his head. A smile ghosted across his face before he laughed to himself.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing,” he chuckled, “it’s just that we’ve talked all night.” He jutted his chin towards the sun rising over the horizon casting oranges and pinks onto the water in place of the moonlight that resided there previously.

“We have,” you said in surprise. The sun’s rays warmed you slightly, but you didn’t want to move away from the shelter of the trench coat. It gave you a strange sense of comfort. You both watched the sun rise out of the ocean and take its place high in the sky. Traffic started to bustle as people started their morning commute to work, some craning their necks in their cars as they drove by to look at you and the Doctor. None stopped to talk to you.

“Say, (N/n),” he started.

“(N/n)?” You asked as the corners of your lips quirked upwards. The nickname made you feel warm inside, it felt nice.

“Yes, (N/n); I think it suits you well. Anyways (N/n), if you were to choose a time and place in all of time and space, where would you like to visit the most?”

“Anywhere? Like, even on a planet trillions of light years from Earth?” You asked him, watching him nod curtly. “Yes, but there are some rules. You can’t interact with your past self or change a point that was destined to happen. Wars, deaths, births, things like that.”

“Ah, so the general movie rules of time travel?” He grumbled to himself (something along the lines of ‘those are wildly inaccurate’) before he nodded once more.

After a bit of contemplation, you supplied him with your answer. A spark in his eye appeared, similar to the spark he got when he talked about his friends but slightly different. He slowly got up and stretched his lanky limbs out, cracks coming from the joints and small groans leaving him whenever the stretch was apparently good.

He looked down at you and, with a grin, extended his hand to you. “(Y/n), would you like to come with me? See that place you wanted to see?”

You found yourself staring at his hand for the second time that night. Thoughts of stranger danger circulated through your mind before you realized that if he wanted to harm you in any way, he would have done it by now. He wouldn’t have talked to you for hours on end, making you feel like you had a small sliver of yourself back again.

Why not? One little detour couldn’t hurt; you had a good feeling about going along with him.

You grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull you up to a standing position. He gave you a small lift so that you could hop over the barrier before he catapulted his body over it. With an arm wrapped around your shoulders, he led you away from the bridge. You both got strange looks from the people driving past, but you managed to ignore it when you burrowed yourself deeper into the trench coat and he brought you closer to him. He led you to an old navy blue police box, much to your confusion.

“Well, Mx…”

“(L/n),” you supplied.

“Well, Mx. (L/n), welcome to the TARDIS.”

One trip turned to two. Then three. Then four. Then several more. It became normal to come home from work to see the man waiting for you comfortably in your small apartment, brightening up whenever you walked through the door and asking you excitedly about what you had in mind for your next adventure.

Soon enough, the voice became something that would only come to you on your bad days, becoming largely dormant in your mind. Whenever you had a bad day, you finally had someone to confide in. Someone that wouldn’t judge you, someone that wouldn’t tell you that you were being overly dramatic.

The Doctor was different from the normal person; he was the Doctor and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

#10 x reader #10th doctor x reader #the doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who reader insert #gender neutral reader #suicidal reader #hellion writes doctor who

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restapesta · 3 years

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If you're still doing the sentence starters ☺️

30. “Fuck....you look...” // “You gonna finish that sentence?”

Everybody's drunk.

Ian can tell by the way his and Mickey's guests are dancing. The change in their step, the motions of their torsos and hips, gradually moving away from an innocent wedding celebration to an impromptu clothes-on orgy.

Ian smirks from his seat as he watches Liam, perhaps the only sober person in the room, jump up and down to some old Katy Perry song. Debbie and Sandy are next to him, the ugly wedding dress pooling around his sister's legs. It's probably because she had just chugged down her fifth beer, but the fabric catches around her feet, making her slip multiple times on the dancefloor. Sandy laughs loudly as she stops her from face-planting the wood beneath them for the third time in a row, grabbing her steadily by the hips. Debbie simply continues giggling, eyes filtering across the room to Franny who's sitting with Gemma and Amy at the kid's table, playing on a Nintendo Switch.

Nobody's really paying attention to Ian, despite this being, well, his wedding. The room is jam-packed with family, distant relatives, once-upon-a-time acquaintances, and people Ian has never seen in his entire fucking life—but they're all doing their own shit. All the guests are stuck in their own worlds, enjoying the party like any Southside asshole would, gorging on the drinks, and grinding to the music, not sparing a care in the world.

Ian can't blame him. He's stuck in his own happy little bubble, too.

It's hard not to be—it doesn't matter the music's abnormally loud and the air is stuffy from the sweaty bodies over-crowding the venue—not when Mickey is standing in his line of sight, chugging down a glass of water at the bar, his golden ring glinting blindingly in Ian's eyes.

He follows the movement of his husband's—holy shit—hand as he places the cup down, then gestures at the old bartender to get him something else from the vast array of drinks on the shelves behind him. His fingers soon outstretch to grasp onto the neck of a beer bottle, and Ian can't help but love the way the bands are cutting through the U of his U-UP tattoo, even more prominent now.

The exact moment his husband lifts the beer to his lips, his eyes start darting around the room. Ian watches as Mickey's gaze flows slowly around the space, not stopping for longer than a second, obviously searching for something. The beautiful blue eyes only stop once they lock onto Ian's.

Ian can practically see the breath catch in Mickey's throat, even with the distance between them, too large in his opinion. The way Mickey gulps as he realizes Ian's eyes have been on him this entire time. That, despite the music and family and guests, all that's on Ian's mind is the reason why he's here in the first place:

Mickey.

It's as simple as that.

Ian licks his lips as he tilts his head slightly towards the doors. It's nothing to the uncaring eye, but Ian knows Mickey caught onto the message he was trying to convey by the newfound glint in his eye.

Ian gets up slowly from his seat and wobbles out of the door, so distracted that he doesn't even care about the irritating brace around his leg. He had been annoyed by it the entire day—thought it ruined the full groom look.

Fuck, he's a groom. A husband. Somebody's partner for life.

Mickey's partner for life.

It's hard to wrap his head around it; that he's married to the man of his dreams. That this is their wedding and their reception and their celebration because they just got married and would spend the rest of their lives together.

Ian breathes in the slightly fresher air the moment the doors close shut behind him. He feels the cool air chill his hot skin, and all he does is lean against the ugly-colored wall and wait, enjoying the feel of his sweaty back pressing against the cold concrete.

It takes no longer than a few seconds for the love of his life to enter the hallway, a wide grin on his face, stretching out even wider the moment he spots Ian carelessly standing around, waiting for him to show up.

Ian rakes his eyes over his husband. From head to toe, he observes the greatness that is Mickey Milkovich, Southside thug—Ian's husband—wearing a suit so hot, Ian can't wait to tear off with his bare teeth.

"Like what you see?" His husband teases, walking over slowly.

"You look..." Ian starts, sighing loudly when Mickey stands right in front of him, gazing slightly up. There's only a foot of space between them, and Ian can smell Mickey's cologne and feel his warm breath on the skin of his neck. His breath stops short, lungs constricting as he locks eyes with the love of his life, pulled in by the softness of Mickey's gaze.

He opens his mouth to speak, but Mickey cuts him short by arching an eyebrow. "You gonna finish that sentence?"

Ian won't.

But Ian will grasp his husband by the hips—the perfect mixture between soft and rough, somehow both—and spin them around so he's the one pressed against the wall and not Ian. He will press himself up against Mickey so not a sliver of space is left between them, and he will lick his bottom lip as he focuses on Mickey's mouth, parted slightly.

He's wanted to kiss him this entire time. Every single moment they were on the dance floor, and each time their eyes locked, almost always.

"You look beautiful," Ian whispers finally, and Mickey's eyes glisten slightly as he smiles.

"I think you look beautiful, too."

Ian presses their lips together softly, nothing but a second of touch, and he feels all the butterflies erupt in his stomach, breathing raggedly as he pulls away by an inch.

Mickey's arms wrap around his neck immediately and he's pulled back, mouths slotting together in a kiss that may just be Ian's favorite to date. Their first kiss as husbands had been the best he's ever had mere hours ago, but Ian has a feeling each new kiss would be taking up the number one spot with his husband.

They keep kissing against the wall of the Polish Doll hallway, surrounded by nothing but muffled music and the sounds of their own breathing—they're a married couple, making out at their own wedding.

Life can't get better than this, can it?

But it will, the next time Mickey kisses him. The next time he smiles and his face lights up at the sight of Ian.

It may be too soon to tell, but Ian can't help it—this is the start of his life, right here, right now.

Finally free, Mickey by his side.

Ian's own happy ending.

#this is based on a head-canon of mine that i've already shared but can't find for the life of me due to improper tagging. alas.#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #shameless #shameless us #fanfic #*ficlet

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ilalos · 3 years

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Mine (Hvitserk x reader)

Summary: Hvitserk buys his own slave saving you from your horrible owner.

Warnings: mentions of slavery, physical ab*se, tiny mention of sex*al ab*se if you squint (nothing actually happens, it´s just Y/n’s fear), let me know if you see anything else that might be triggering.

Word count: 1,8k

You woke up suddenly from the cold surrounding your body and making your skin wet.

"Rise and shine sl*t" sang your master placing the, now empty, bucket on the ship's floor.

You quickly stood up and waited for whatever order he may have for you, and after being given a dress you quickly changed and ran to stand beside your master who was at the front of the ship. As he spoke with his men you allowed your mind to wander to your home life, when you were happy and free.

You were born in a very rich family and had been treated like a princess until your father passed away. When your father died your mother had to get married again quickly because she had no idea how to manage the many lands your family-owned, so she got married to Maqsud and he turned out to be a terrible man; he had his own daughters so for him you were an unwanted presence and due to that he decided to sell you as a slave and told your mom you disappeared. He sold you to Canute, your current master, who beat you at the smallest mistake and always woke you up with a bucket of icy water, he said it helped to keep you clean.

"Answer!" You awoke from your thoughts when you heard your master shouting "When I talk to you, you listen! Understood?!" he grabbed your face so hard you could already feel the bruises forming.

"Yes, master" you nodded as best as you could in his strong grip, he then released you with a push so hard you fell on your back, all air knocked from your lungs.

"As I was saying" he continued as if nothing had happened "You are being offered in this town, and hopefully I can get at least what I paid for you" he spat.

You didn't know how to feel at his words, you should be happy that you were finally getting rid of your abusive master but there was also the fear of having an even worse master that could do unspeakable things to you. You stared at the horizon and watched expectantly as land got closer and closer.

When the boat arrived your master quickly tied your hands together, so tight you could feel your hands becoming cold and numb. You were pulled towards a market and as you got there you saw a line of many girls tied just like you with their master behind them offering the girls as if they were meat. Your master pulled you harshly until you stood at the end of the line and he started shouting along with the others, offering his 'pure, virgin slave!'. You tried your best not to let the situation affect you and you held back tears and bit your lip.

"How much for this one" you heard a man ask but didn't dare to look at him for more than a second, he looked young.

"30 gold pieces" Canute offered smugly, almost sure that the young man would try to lower the price to at least 20 gold pieces and that would still be a good deal.

"Deal" the man answered simply and handed him a bag with the payment inside, your master counted, and when he confirmed he was given the right amount of gold he gestured for the man to take you.

"She's yours, take her" he pushed you towards him as if you were nothing.

The young man held your shoulders before you fell on your face and when you regained balance he held your chin and tilted your head upwards, so your eyes would meet his.

"I'm Hvitserk" he smiled "And you are...?" he questioned.

"Y/n" you whispered looking into his beautiful eyes, almost getting lost in them.

"Nice to meet you" he caressed your cheek softly "You are going to warm my bed every night from now on"

Your breath got stuck in your throat when you heard his words. What your master had said wasn't a lie, you were indeed pure and untouched, and you were terrified of what Hvitserk would do with that information, or worse if he didn't believe those words and treated you as a commonly experienced slave.

Hvitserk started walking and you just stood there staring at your, now almost black, hands. He turned around and looked at you signaling for you to follow him, and just as you approached him he took out a knife making you yelp and drop on your knees begging for mercy.

"Please, master don't hurt me" you cried "I'll be good, I promise" you finished sobbing, waiting for him to hit you or stab you.

"I won't hurt you" Hvitserk assured and reached to cut the rope that was tied around your wrists, allowing the blood to flow in that particular area "I promise you, I will never hurt you on purpose" he took a hold of both hands and kissed the insides of your wrists softly.

You looked up at him in awe and quietly stood up and followed him after he got up himself and started walking towards the great hall. Once you got inside he walked to his room without looking at anyone, and once there he told you to sit in the bed.

"This is my room and where you are sitting is my bed" he explained "Your duties are simple, you wake up, get ready, wake me up, braid my hair and go to breakfast with me, you sit on my lap and feed me and you can eat in between bites too" he paused, waiting for you to show him you understood.

"Yes, master”

"You will go with me everywhere and you will not look at or talk to anyone but me, every meal I have you will feed it to me and I will always allow you to eat from my plate" he insisted watching you nod to his words "every night I expect you to lay with me, for the first couple of nights I don't intend on using your body for my pleasure, instead I wish to use you mainly for the company" you let out a breath you had been holding since he told you you had to warm his bed "You are mine and only mine, not even the queen can take you away from me, and I hope I am clear when I tell you that you cannot even glance at another man's direction, am I clear?"

"Yes master, I'm completely yours from now on"

"Call me Hvitserk, master creeps me out" he fake shivered to amuse you and got a small giggle which made him smile.

That night you sat on Hvitserk's lap, just like he had ordered, feeding him every course from soup to ale and he allowed you to eat from his plate in between bites, just like he promised. His brothers tried to ignore your presence and act as if you were just another slave, but you weren't. Normally the one who bought slaves was their mother, Hvitserk was the first one to buy a slave for himself, and they were all attracted to your odd presence.

"Who is the beauty sitting in your lap, Hvitserk?" inquired Ivar.

"She is my slave, brother" Hvitserk stated simply.

"And who said you could have your own slave?" demanded Sigurd with a frown.

"I bought her with my own money, earned by fishing and hunting" he stated proudly squeezing your waist a little and taking the piece of meat you offered.

"And are you planning to share her anytime soon?" asked Ubbe curious lifting a brow and hiding his smirk behind his cup, clearly noticing the way you tensed.

"No" Hvitserk deadpanned "she is mine" he finished feeling you relax on his lap and continue cutting some meat for him.

After that the table got silent and everyone finished their meals in silence, no brother dared to look at Hvitserk and much less at you. After everyone finished each one went to their respective rooms without anything more than a 'goodbye' to their mother and Hvitserk waited until they left before getting up and leading you to his room. Once in his room, Hvitserk started taking his clothes off and as he sat on the bed he heard water being poured into his bathtub.

"What are you doing?" he asked turning to look at you emptying a pot of warm water into the tub.

"I'm preparing your bath, mast-Hvitserk" you quickly corrected yourself, fearing his reaction at the dreaded word "You can relax and get cleaned while I undo your braids" you suggested with a hopeful look, you truly appreciated being treated well and wanted to show him how grateful you were for his lack of mistreatings.

He nodded from his spot and watched you as you continued pouring pots of warm water into his tub until it was almost full. You announced the bath was ready and stood with your back turned to him as a sign of respect while he finished undressing. After that he got in the bath, hissing as he felt the warm water colliding with his cold skin.

"Is it too hot?" You asked concerned.

"It is perfect" he mumbled sleepily.

You smiled a little as you watched him resting his head on the edge of the tub with his eyes closed. Quietly, you walked around the tub until you stood by the back of his head where you started unbraiding his hair with soft brushes of your fingers, hearing him sigh and moan every now and then.

"After this bath, we are going to sleep" he announced in a low voice "Your gown is over there" without opening his eyes he pointed towards the bed where you could see some white fabric folded next to the pillow.

When you were both changed and ready to bed he laid down and patted the spot next to him, you laid on your back not knowing how he wanted you to position yourself. You heard him chuckle before and yelped when you felt his arms wrapping around your shoulders and with a quick pull he had your head laying on his chest.

"You are here to comfort me, not lay there as stiff as a tree" his chest vibrated with his laugh.

"Sorry" you mumbled, sleep evident in your voice.

You both remained silent and in a matter of minutes, he felt your soft breaths caressing his skin. He knew you were there just because he had bought you, but for a sweet tiny moment, he convinced himself that the girl in his arms was not a slave, but his lover who was there out of adoration for him and only him. His own beautiful lover.

"Mine" he whispered kissing your forehead before finally slipping into a peaceful slumber.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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work with me

this is for @worldoftom 'lolbrosgetsicktoo' challenge event thing - go check it out bcos lots of much better writers have got involved too✨! I'm v new to these things but I tried :) the prompt was: 'would you quit whining and just get in the bath' . (also look at me acc posting sort of regularly, who'd of thought?!?!)

warnings: sickness / fever (more dramatic than it needs to be) / LOTS of medical inaccuracies

summary: when tom doesn't take advice and ends up very ill, very far from home, there's one person whose stuck dealing with it

“Please Tom… I need you to work with me!”

It wasn’t his fault he was being a complete nightmare, though your patience was wearing off somewhat.

For context, you were in Morocco, where he had been filming part of his next film, which only made trying to take care of him that bit harder.

Everyone got ill sometimes. It wasn’t his fault.

That was the mantra ringing through your head, even if you had a more challenging time believing it. Tom wasn’t stupid, as much as he liked to joke about it. HOWEVER, what he was less good at was heeding warnings. He was a white boy in Morrocco; the health and safety briefing had literally been aimed at him. Had he taken the advice not to eat any dodgy looking meats at the market?

Of course not; that’d be boring.

Everyone else was fine. You’d all sampled Morroccos culture without giving yourselves the worst case of food poisoning you’d ever witnessed. But not Tom - possibly one of the only ‘indispensable’ people on the set. If you, or one of the minor characters, or even the director, had got ill - the show could continue.

When you’d been rudely awoken by your phone going off, you’d known instantly. It was as if you’d told him not to take a bite out of the weird burger once you were away from the eager view of the street vendor. Sure enough, with bleary eyes, you hissed at the brightness of the phone screen before seeing ‘Tom H’ on the screen.

“Y/n?” His voice was croaky, but just from the single call of your name, it was clear he was feeling sorry for himself.

“Are you okay? It’s late T.”

“Um I… can you come over? You…you might need the key I’m - um- in the bathroom.”

As his stylist, it technically wasn’t part of your job description to also be mother when he was sick, but (unfortunately for you) after the 3 years working side by side with him - you were also friends.

Which you were almost regretting by the second time rinsing the toilet bowl clean after he’d evacuated what seemed to be the majority of his vital organs into it. Honestly, it was impressive how he managed to keep going.

That had been at around 4 in the morning- the doctor had been called at 8, coinciding beautifully with his 5th toilet extravaganza. Once the doctor had confirmed your original, if completely unqualified, diagnosis of food poisoning - you hadn’t been able to bite your tongue. Perhaps an ‘i told you so’ might’ve slipped past your lips, but Tom was a bit too out of it to argue back.

You’d been given firm advice from the doctor - he said little sips of water, rest and control his temperature. It all had seen pretty simple - though the action? Not so much.

It wasn’t his fault, yet Tom was not super compliant. You and Harry had both been taking turns in practically forcing him to take sips of water, having to turn off ‘modern family’ till he did. The blackmail had put you both in his bad book.

Honestly, thank the lord Harry was here too. You’d woken him up at seven, begging for help and since then, you’d tagged teamed. While one was looking after Tom, the other was phoning the director, the doctor, and the crew to inform them of the current situation.

Again, of all people. Why’d it have to be Tom?

Mainly because you knew how mortifying he found this. He didn’t like people fussing over him, never had. He liked to work hard, liked to make people happy - definitely didn’t like to feel a burden. Perhaps what made him feel ten times worse was that he knew he was inconveniencing the whole production team massively.

And yes, as you’d unhelpfully reminded him, it was ‘his fault’.

The lavish hotel room, big bathroom and pretty efficient AC still didn’t manage to mask the pungent in-the-back-of-your-throat smell from the bathroom. At the doctor’s advice, who had been a little concerned at Toms fever, Harry had cranked the AC on high. It had forced you to steal one of Tom’s big hoodies and a pair of joggers- you hadn’t left his room since he first called you, still wearing your tiny pyjama shorts and an old tee.

“Please turn the air con off.” His little voice whined from where he was lying, huddled up under the covers. Perched on the other side of the double bed, but over the covers with your laptop on his lap, you could actually feel him shivering with the chills. It felt like you were torturing the poor boy.

“T you know I can’t. It’ll make your fever worse.” The way he looked up at you, like a little Labrador that you were refusing to pet, actually pained your heart.

Okay, so yes it was his fault, but you weren’t mad, you just felt so awful for him.

“Please I’ll- I’ll pay you more.” His voice was hoarse; though he denied a sore throat, it sounded like the constant sickness was burning his windpipe.

“Tommm” you pouted, sticking your bottom lip out “I don’t want your money, want you to get better.”

Apparently giving up, brown eyes shot you the filthiest look in disappointment, rolling to face away from you. You thought he was giving you the silent treatment in a huff, but instead, he was praying on the weaker one.

“Harry, I’ll buy you that set of golf clubs-“

“NO!” You had to interrupt before Harry would say yes - because from the way his younger brother shot up from the arm chair, he was about to. Scowling eyes slowly focused back on you in annoyance, making you huff - shutting the laptop and kneeling on the bed to face him. After pressing the back of your palm to his forehead, which was scorching hot, you sighed. “I know you feel shitty and I’m so so sorry but I’m trying to make you better. So shut up, drink this and go to sleep!”

Like a child scorned, you received another death glare however, then he complied, taking a sip of the water you offered before lying back - huddling even tighter.

And it had been relatively peaceful for a few hours; Tom seemed to be getting some sleep - even if he was tossing and turning. Eventually, a prescription that the doctor had requested worked its way through the system, Harry getting a text to say he could go pick it up. The nearest pharmacy was probably a 30 minute drive from the hotel, so he left as soon as.

This left you alone with Tom, where the situation only descended into more chaos.

Almost as soon as Harry had left, Tom had stirred with a grunt. All it took was one look at his face for you to know. Both of you leapt up and flew into the toilet, Tom once again getting very familiar with the Moroccan toilet bowl.

This time though, when he had leant backwards, he’d sort of lost control and flopped most the way - you catching him before he could hit his head on the tiled floor.

“Woah, easy there!” It wasn’t like he’d passed out, but the look in his eye as he slumped into your lap… he wasn’t all there either. “Hey Tom… you with me? Tom?”

Lazily he blinked up at you, not really replying except for groans of half-formed words.

Deciding this had all got a bit direr, you almost sprinted back into the room, grabbing your phone and returning. He was still on the floor, his thumb and first finger pressing into each eye - groaning again.

“Hey Tom? I’m gonna call the doctor you need anything?” He whined in response, stopping only when you stroked his sweaty hair back, most of your attention on dialling the correct number.

The solution he’d given wasn’t pretty: Tom’s fever was too high hence why he was all woozy and groany. Until the doctor could get over with the stronger medications, you needed to lower his temperature in other ways or take him to hospital. He’d absolutely hate hospital, but the other choice? Boy, was he not going to like it either.

Ignoring Tom’s croaked question of what you were doing, you busied yourself switching on the bath taps. You let the water run until it was the right (very mild) temperate, then turned back to Tom, who’d managed to work himself up to sit against the sink unit.

“The doctor says you need it.” His brain was foggy, his mind was slow but your tone told him enough to know something was wrong with the bath. “Just take your clothes off and then I’ll help you-“

“Absolutely fucking not.” Good. He was still with it enough to argue.

“I am just as uncomfortable as you are Tom, but we both know you can’t stand up without fainting, so you are going to need my help.”

“Y/n!”

“Keep your boxers on and it’s just like a fitting! I’ve seen you have those before!”

It was clear as day just how emasculated he felt, especially because he knew you were right. Sitting up at this current moment was a push; there was no way he was getting in the bath without some help. Defeatedly he nodded, but gave you a piercing look to turn around before he started wiggling himself out of the flannel pyjama trousers and light cotton t-shirt. Most confusingly, he still felt freezing cold, yet he had long since learned not to argue with you - especially when your justification came from the advice of a doctor.

Your cue to turn around came in the form of an extra angry-sounding grunt- the look you got when you did wasn’t much better either. It was a weird contrast, though, having someone who physically appeared so indestructible (a superhero for crying out loud); to have been absolutely beaten to a pulp by a few mouth fulls of weird meat. You had seen his bare torso before, although it still wasn’t something easy to get used to - making you clench your teeth together just slightly. A very welcome view.

Perhaps you looked just a little too long at the man who was technically your boss, hunched angrily on the floor in nothing but his calvins - another grunt shaking you out of it. By now, the bath was almost full and you hurried to shut off the water, feeling your cheeks heat up as you cursed silently to yourself.

“Okay come on, gimme your arm.” Begrudgingly Tom followed your request, slinging his arm heavily over your shoulder as you crouched beside him. As strong as he looked, you knew right now he felt powerlessly weak - all that muscle was just going to be almost dead weight.

Now it was your turn to grunt and groan as you pulled Tom up to stand, him focusing on blinking away the headrush he got.

“Come on T work with me here.” Getting him to the side of the bath wasn’t too difficult, the issue came when he stepped with one foot into the bath and yelped, instantly withdrawing as if it was a literal ice bath.

The sudden movement had you both losing balance, ending with Tom sitting on the edge of the bath and you leaning over him, in between his legs, and slapping your hand on the wall opposite purely so you both didn’t end up in the bath.

“Tom!”

“It’s like ice water!”

“Its lukewarm like the doctor said!”

“It is not its from the fucking arctic!”

“Oh for god sake!” Exasperated, you paced up and down the bathroom shaking your head at his ridiculousness. This was ALL. HIS. FAULT.

You came back to him with an ultimatum.

“It’s this or the doctor said I had to drag your ass to hospital.”

“Nooooooo.” The 25 year old seemed to convert into a whiny three year old again.

“Those are the two options. So will you PLEASE quit complaining and get in the bath.”

Keeping up the toddler persona, Tom huffed but reluctantly nodded in agreement - you had come up trumps. It didn’t stop him yelping when you helped to lower him in. His breath was shaky, as a response to the ‘cold’, but he was firming it. At least when you felt his forehead after a couple of minutes, it certainly seemed as though the fever was starting to ease off .

“You can go if you want.” His voice was murmured and as you looked up at him, he did his very best to avoid your gaze.

“Not a chance, if you drown on my watch, Nikki will never forgive me.” At the very least he seemed to appreciate your joke, scoffing a little with a small nod. “If you don’t want me here I get it. As soon as Harry’s back, I’ll swap with him.”

“No! It’s not that its… I’m just an ass when I’m ill.”

“A self aware ass, though.” Again he chuckled a little, as you folded your arms on the edge of the porcelain tub, resting your head lying to one side. “You had me pretty scared there for a moment, you know?”

He nodded a little, creating a wave of ripples in the water which you watched to avoid his gaze - which you knew was tracing all your features inquisitively.

“Hey it’s in the job description, always a bit dramatic... I’m sorry though I should never of called you- don’t know why I didn’t just get Harry.” In response you tutted, taking a moment to lean up and push his sweaty curls back a bit.

Just because you could, it was allowed in this moment.

“’m glad you did.”

“Yeh me too” He sighed, eyes fluttering shut in the easy silence of the bathroom. You kept a vigilant eye on him for the next 20 minutes, checking the temperature of his forehead using the back of your hand, whilst he seemed to finally get a bit of proper restbite, appearing like the worst had passed. You had no idea what was taking Harry so long; in fact it was the doctor that arrived first- who you ran to let in (not wanting to leave Tom asleep in the bath one bit).

Whilst the doctor did all his checks, taking his temperature properly this time, satisfied that it was much more manageable. He still wanted to set him up with some oral rehydration rescue packs to get his hydration status a bit better and give some anti-sickness tablets and antipyretics.

Having actually been getting some rest before all the prodding and poking, Tom was back to being a grumbling dick - now not wanting to leave the bath (the irony was real - making you roll your eyes). Once again, he appeared embarrassed to have you see him like this, so you left the doctor to help him get out and changed- instead going down to reception to get a fresh set of sheets, as he’d done a pretty impressive job of sweating through the old ones.

Even if tired and grumpy, when Tom exited the bathroom, he looked much better - he was walking himself without the doctor’s help. Which honestly was such a relief because when he had passed out on you, you genuinely were terrified. Thankfully the doctor stayed for the next 20 or so minutes, which was just when Harry returned with a bag of medications - which were now wholly redundant, given the doctor had already supplied everything.

“What happened?” Harry asked you in a hushed voice, whilst Tom was distracted with getting his medications. Recounting the story of Tom pretty much passing out, Harry grimaced for you, then launching over to give you a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” That was a novel idea, you hadn’t really thought about yourself at all - but honestly, you were a bit shaken, having been running on adrenalin for most of the night.

“I-uhm… yeh I think so… just-just was a bit scared, I guess? Felt bad too because he didn’t want me there but-“

“I can promise you Y/n, he did want you there. Just probably embarrassed he wasn’t all manly and that…” With a nod, you smiled softly at the frizzy-haired boy.

Whilst working with Tom, it also meant getting pretty close to his younger brother. The two Hollands were almost attached at the hip, which you were very much okay with.

It was weird though... your relationships were completely different. Harry was just your brother, through and through. He wound you up like a sibling but also knew you as if he had your whole life. With Tom… it wasn’t that. Arguably, you were closer to Tom, but on a different level. It was more exciting, more nerve-wracking and heartwarming all at the same time. Honestly, you couldn’t get your head around it properly.

“Hey, you’re probably shattered. Why don’t you go back to your room and get some sleep? I got it in here.” You knew Hary was trying to offer something nice, and now all the excitement had worn off, you were unbelievably shattered. But you didn’t like the idea of not being there, as a just in case.

“Uhm, I think I might just stay, you know?” And he did, with a deliberate, knowing smile, he nodded.

He knew you were worried. He knew Tom had really really scared you. He also knew how much you cared about his brother.

Just like how Harry knew Tom wanted you there, even if he felt embarrassed. Well, anyone would- when you are passing out half-naked in front of the one person that really matters.

It was just at this point that the doctor was done, giving Harry instructions about the rest of the day, when you made a beeline for the bed. Tom was propped up against the headboard, still with a pale sullen look and tired eyes, but a bit less clammy and more human. He cracked a smile as you crawled up onto the other side of the bed, kneeling next to him.

“How’re you doin’?”

“All drugged up, just feel fucking exhausted.” Instinctively you reached up to feel his forehead, really appreciating the fact it felt almost normal.

“Join the club mate, I had a 5am wake up call too.” You almost whispered, intending to make Tom laugh, but instead only getting a pout.

“I am sorry, a-are you going to go back to your room?”

“Nah” Tom’s eyes didn’t light up, except the fact that they very much did. “Can’t trust you not to get into trouble while I’m gone Holland.”

“Thanks.” He laughed weakly before shimmying down on the bed, so he was much more comfortable. “And thankyou, I-I’m sorry I’m a dickhead and made your life-“

“Shut up Tom!” Laughing, you lightly slapped his arm, also leaning down on the bed, so you were lying facing him. “You’re all feverish; go to sleep before you say something stupid.”

There was a long pause, Tom just gazing deep into your eyes, because he was pretty sure what he was thinking was nothing to do with the dodgy unidentified meat he’d had the evening before.

“What... like asking you out?”

…..

“Maybe that wouldn’t be so stupid.”

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moregaythanyourealized · 3 years

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First Impressions

Otto Octavius x reader

Working with others wasn’t your strong suit. People think you’re vulgar and rude. You like to call yourself brutally honest. This job wasn’t an exception. A science company that needed engineers, mechanics, and strong minds like your own. You had only been working here for a few months when gossip about a new super project was being passed around. No one bothered to tell you, of course. You just overheard it on your coffee break. Apparently some great scientist was coming in and taking over the entire lab.

Usually you’d be excited for an advancement in the world of fusion. But this new rich snobby scientist meant that for however long this project took you’d have; No office, Less working hours (meaning less pay), and worst of all....small talk

It was the day the new scientist was supposed to come in, you now knew his name was Otto Octavius. Your desk and your co workers desks were moved out of the lab and into a much smaller space. Cramping you all together like rats. You wore your usual attire and annoyed look as you entered the building. Although today you dawned some stylish eyeliner. Not for him of course, everybody was working extra hard to look presentable and professional. You passed by a co-worker who you didn’t really hate as much,

“Yo, Kathleen, is that guy here yet? Or do you think he’s too busy getting the windows on his lamborghini re-tinted?” You snorted at your own joke waiting for her response,

“Uh, he’s upstairs I think...in the lab.” You thanked her and walked up the steps. You pushed through nerds and geeks trying to reach your desk. A folder of your ideas carefully sealed with colorful clips sat in your drawer.

“L/n!” Turning around your boss was at the end of the hall stomping his feet,

“You were supposed to be in the lab by 7:30!” You glanced at the clock on the wall, 7:46,

“My apologies sir. I didn’t realize everyone would have a stick up their ass this morning. Besides traffic on the way here is always shitty.” You absentmindedly looked through your folder and took one page out pinning it to your cork board, until your boss grabbed your wrist and turned you towards him. His breath was heinous,

“Listen L/n, on a normal day I’d let you get away with being like this. But this is too important for you to fuck up.” glaring at you he released your arm,

“Get your shit together.” He spat. Waiting until he rounded the corner you groaned and tugged at your hair. Today just wasn’t your day. Taking a deep breath you smoothed out your shirt and walked to the lab pushing the door open and continuing inside. The colder air made you relax a bit. Hoping you’d be able to get some work done you sat down on a metal table in the corner. Crossing your legs and looking over blueprints for the next big thing in New York. The above ground bullet train. Sleek design and smooth riding on the rails...you hoped.

Kathleen walked in and shyly rapped your shoulder,

“Did you meet Mr Octavius?”

“He hasn’t come in yet.” You replied glancing her way, admiring how nice she looked even when she wasn’t trying,

“He’s right over there.” She points to a hunched over man in a red sweater. You got off the table and stared,

“That’s him? I thought he was like a janitor or some shit.” The man looked up raising a brow.

Fuck...probably said that too loud.

Waving awkwardly you grabbed Kathleen’s arm and dragged her over to the main table with you,

“Hello, I’m Dr Octavius. I believe we’ll be working together for the next few weeks.” He smiled sweetly and stuck out his hand which Kathleen accepted greatly,

“Actually Dr,” You chimed,

“You’ll be working with people from the east wing. They’re just letting you invade our entire office.” Kathleen stamped down on your foot lightly before turning back to the doctor,

“Y/n was just going to get me some coffee, do you want any Dr?” He nodded and you walked out making sure to slam the door. Stupid jerk, wearing a cute fucking sweater, trying to act all innocent. Trying to play god and mess with whatever sanity I have left. Pouring two cups of coffee you sighed, watching the steam spiral from the cup in a calming manner. Putting milk and sugar into one and nothing into the other.

Re-entering the lab Kathleen was no longer there. A disturbing silence made you want to turn on your radio. Octavius was still leaning over the desk writing things down. You held the drink infront of him,

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” Your eye twitched. That was the final straw. You yanked the coffee back spilling it a bit,

“My name is Y/n L/n, I may not have your money or title but I expect the same respect you’d give any man on this team. Do you understand me?” He stood up quickly. You didn’t realize he was so tall,

“Now wait a moment Y/n, just a few minutes ago you were cursing and accusing me. Respect is about the last thing on my mind when I think of you.” Ah shit, he was kinda right. You weren’t mad at him. You were just mad at the world. Still you had bad energy in your system,

“But I apologize for calling you sweetheart. It was a crude mistake.” You set both coffees down gently and folded your arms looking at your boots. Saying sorry was the right thing to do, even if it sucked,

“I’m sorry for the way I acted Dr, I guess I’m just a little upset with the pay cuts.” He paused,

“They’re cutting your pay?” You nodded and sat down in one of the metal chairs,

“Everyone here who doesn’t work 24/7 alongside you for the next month gets their pay cut in half until you’re out of here.”

“But you didn’t choose to work less, that doesn’t seem right.” You sighed and rested your head on the table,

“Tell me about it.” While enjoying the feeling of cool table on your cheek you noticed one of his papers. You grabbed it and a pencil before erasing some of his math. You could feel him focused on you,

“Staring is rude.” You said not taking your eyes off the equations,

“You seem to be as well.” Chuckling a bit he sat down and tapped your hand drawing your attention to his soft features,

“I think I know what’s bothering you.”

“I already told you what’s bothering me.” He shook his head and clicked his tongue,

“No, not that. When you left for coffee, Kathleen and I had a small talk about your behavior” Jesus, he sounds like a high school principal,

“She told me that you act like this a lot around other people. And it’s my personal hypothesis that you are intimidated by others who you believe to be smarter or better. You’re afraid of losing your job and not being able to prove yourself. I’m assuming that started in your childhood, either with an absent father figure or bullies at school.” You sat in disbelief. No one had ever really laid out your problems and made them seem so simple. Your face heated up and you clenched your hands. Why did this make you feel so stupid? Why did he think he knew more about your feelings than you did?

Standing up you turned away. Once a demanding and harsh voice was now quiet and small failing to hide your distraught,

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

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The rest of the day was slow. Your desk felt like a prison where time never moved forward. Rethinking what he said. The repeated movie in your brain of him lecturing you, All of it slowly morphed into him not making noise at all. His mouth moved but no sound, it was wonderful. You just imagined him, dark eyes, large stature looming over you, soft hands....

“Y/n?”

“Fuck!” You hit your head against the wall and turned to see Kathleen. She leaned in to make sure you’re okay, her perfume hit your nose and you tried not to seem like you were enjoying the moment too much,

“What do you need Kathy?”

“Dr Octavius asked me to give this to you.” She handed you an envelope and hastily exited the room. The crisp paper unfolded in your hands. Reading the letter was like fiery kisses to your skin. Words pouring out like water from a faucet.

Y/n,

We obviously got off on the wrong foot. I do not think of you as a subordinate and I certainly hope you do not think of me as a threat. We both overstepped personal and professional boundaries today. I apologize sincerely for making you uncomfortable. What is science if not testing the waters though? To show my attitude towards a better future working together I invite you to lunch tomorrow downtown. I will pick you up outside at 12:30

All the best,

Dr Otto Octavius

Pinning the letter up next to your project on the cork board you admired it smiling. Perhaps second impressions will set you both straight.

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #mcu x reader #spiderman #spiderverse #otto octavius #tw swearing

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SU Music Rankings

Bc I can and I wanna start some Disk Horse rip. These are all in order of preference, with explanations, etc. It’s a long bitch. That said, I’m not counting little short jingles or small joke songs like Little Butler. This is the meat and potatoes of SU music- just under 30 songs. I might do the rest if people like my takes lol.

I scored it mostly on three bases- how dear it was to my heart, how much/often I relisten to it, and also what it means to the plot. That said, little fun songs don’t automatically go farther down than big, plot-heavy songs either! It’s a strange little balance.

Special Note: I don’t dislike any of this music! I love SU and that includes its bumps and glitches. I just pick favorite children lol.

1.) Change

Was there ever a more Steven moment than when he wiped the blood off his face and kissed it into sparkles? I think not.

If “Be Wherever You Are” is an ode to young Steven, then this is teen Steven’s. Talking about change, and how much and how little it can do. How he holds his arms up for Spinel to hug him, so trusting. How he seems able to just. Break into soft tears at will, and not to be manipulative- it’s just his kind nature. The warmth in his voice. Fuck yesssss.

2.) Change Your Mind

This song is only fifty five seconds and it’s EVERYTHING to me. It really felt like someone was speaking the words I’d always held deep inside of me, unsure of how to say. It feels like a goodbye to someone who never really loved me.

As much as I enjoyed Future, if this was the finale of SU, I would’ve been perfectly okay with that.

3.) Drift Away

This song gave me legitimate shivers the first time I heard it, and it still haunts me to this day. Spinel stayed, and waited, and all she got was a transmission thousands of years later. Fuck.

4.) Here We Are In The Future

THE MOVIE IS SU AS ITS BEST AND I WON’T BE SWAYED ON IT. Steven being a teen who loves his weird family but is growing just a bit sarcastic to their drama. The adorable love he and Connie share. His slow realization that he will always be working, always have things to do, is both somber and real. The Crystal Gems won’t be safe with one epic battle. They’ll be safe with years of hard work and love. HIS LITTLE HANDSHAKE WITH AMETHYST.

This is a helluva bop and a great way to summarize the main character’s backstories.

5.) Let’s Only Think About Love

Did ya’ll know that Zach Callison killed his throat with that last note? He gave his all for this performance in a vocal range he no longer comfortably do and by god did it SHINE. The FLAIR. The FORESHADOWING. All of the Gems all being awkward about Rose and Steven trying to bring them to the present. Peridot having a mini-existential crisis in a cute yellow dress. I love Zach Callison’s normal singing voice but man is that a fucking bop. Nothing will ever beat it.

6.) Here Comes A Thought

This bad boy helped me out a LOT with some mental issues I was dealing with in high school. I was unmedicated, unsupervised, and full of anxiety. I’d have break downs when I tried to speak about certain things. I couldn’t function. This song inspired me. It helped me feel okay with my intrusive thoughts.

And the episode! -chef’s kiss-. Once again bringing up the morally gray area of training child soldiers. Connie expanding her social group. Steven’s trauma hauling ass in that second half. The ANIMATION. Stevonnie’s gorgeous singing voice. GOD yes.

7.) It’s Over Isn’t It?

Just barely squeaking above Stronger Than You, this ballad is everything gorgeous. The whole episode is. I think Mr. Greg stands in the top five of my episodes for the entire show. It even got nominated!

There’s just so much about this song that I love. The gentle melancholy of Pearl’s voice. How the crew had to redo the shots for this bit bc Deedee went so fucking hard. The hard cuts between Pearl, remembering the love of her life, and Steven, who has begun to feel like he took her away. I’d recommend this song to anyone, regardless of what they do or don’t know about SU, simply bc it tugs so many heartstrings of love, loss, and responsibility.

8.) Stronger Than You

Did you realize this episode aired SEVEN years ago? This bitch was what got me into SU! Hearing about Ruby and Sapphire made my little gay heart so happy inside, and then getting a whole song confirming that they were a couple, that their love powered the strongest Gem on the team? Aaaaaaaaa

To this DAY I get excited when I hear Estelle start singing. This song is timeless. This song will live in media history. God I fucking love this song.

9.) Other Friends

I’m not the biggest musical person, so I hadn’t heard of Sarah Stiles before her casting as Spinel, but JESUS CHRIST the lady went hard. She went SO fucking hard. Sarah Stiles started on 100 and somehow just kept CLIMBING. You can just hear the sheer manic energy building in her voice, the anger and resentment. 10/10 Sarah Stiles is a queen.

10.) Independent Together

This made the list entirely bc the crew was like “you’re gonna get a himbo ass Steven-Greg fusion singing with Opal while Garnet flies across the moon on Lion while floating” and I am forever thankful to them for it

11.) Who We Are

Bismuth deserved more songs. ‘Nuff said.

12.) Peace and Love (On the Planet Earth)

It Could’ve been Great is EASILY one of my favorite s2 episodes. I love the entire concept of this song. Of Steven making music to reflect how much Earth means to him and his family. Of him teaching Peridot some self-care. Also Peridot’s singing voice is really cute and squeaky.

I know it’s silly, but I would’ve really enjoyed a flip around of this in Future! Like Peridot reminding Steven how much he loves music, that he needs to take time to relax for himself, maybe with a new verse or just a remix of the original song!

13.) Something Entirely New

I watched this episode as it aired, and I legitimately almost cried. I love Charlyne Yi’s voice so much ya’ll- her raspy, not perfect singing voice against Sapphire’s deep soothing lull is great.

And to have Ruby and Sapphire’s meeting be the way it was- for Ruby to bemoan Sapphire losing Homeworld, to being stuck with a single Ruby, while Sapphire is a noble who has always been taught everyone in her “caste” is vitally important (and has, in her own mind, taken that to mean every Gem, as she should) and how they come together and make each other happy. Good shit good shit.

14.) I’m Just a Comet

The fact that Greg’s music career never really blasted off pisses me off to this day bc Tom Scharpling’s voice is fucking BUTTER. Also the song really feels like a jab at his parents now that we know the kind of dynamic he had growing up. “This life in the stars if all I’ve ever known” is definitely him wiping away their existence after reminding them (and himself) the things they used to say about him.

15.) Do It For Her

This episode. This fucking episode. This episode got me permanently hooked on SU. I’d just binged season 1 and was kinda meh about it overall after the bop of Stronger Than You. “Oh,” I thought to myself, foolishly, “I’ll probably just casually watch this from time to time.”

Like three days later Sworn to the Sword aired and that was it. I was hooked! Pearl’s gentle training song turning darker and darker, Connie’s accompaniment from nervous to determined to fully into such a toxic mindset. The fact that SU had the BALLS to discuss the repercussions of training child soldiers, now and later. This episode was everything to me, STILL is everything to me.

Six years and well over 100 fanfics written later, I think it’s safe to say this show swallowed me whole and never let go.

16.) System/Boot.pearl_final(3)

I debated putting this on the list because it’s not anything crazy important, just a way to show things are Wrong, but I had to do it entirely bc Pearl is so damn SALTY.

Like telling us about the Gems makes sense, she felt like she was given a duty, but she went so damn petty. WHY is that Ruby alone. Gross. This Amethyst is a trash dump. Wtf are you people.

17.) Full Disclosure

This episode really feels like a turning point for SU. Before, the show had its dark moments- but now we’re in the thick of it, and it’s not going away. Full Disclosure felt like an rebuff to the idea of returning to any normal we’d established in season 1. Gems are actually a giant species now. Gems tried to kill us now. There’s this Yellow Diamond bitch who got namedropped. Something about a Cluster.

The song itself is BALLER, with its ingenious use of Steven’s ringtone and photos as he tries to decide whether to clue in Connie on all this nonsense. Meanwhile we, the audience, already know damn well Connie about to yeet some common sense into him.

18.) What’s the Use of Feeling Blue?

I’mma admit it- I’m a Yellow Diamond stan. I’ve always loved her- her anger, her poise, her hardworking nature. I actively argued against the “Yellow Shattered Pink” theories back in the day. But, man, when this arc leaked? I got so overexcited I was too jittery to watch it for like two days. It’s easily my favorite arc of the series. The sheer alien nature of the zoo, the Famethyst, and absolutely Patti Lupone’s beautiful ballad. Goddamn. Yellow singing to Blue to try and help her regain her old status, the warble in her voice as she reminds Blue she misses Pink too, the movement of the bubbles as she talks about attack. It gives me shivers to this day. FUCK.

19.) Tower of Mistakes

This is, fun fact, that only SU song I have completely memorized. The story itself is kinda funny! See, we lost internet at my house for a solid 5 to 6 months when these episodes aired, so I only got a very brief window to view them all. But this was the first Amethyst song in a long while, and I didn’t want to forget it! So I keep replaying it in my head for ages. And that’s still definitely a thing.

Anyway will never not be sad that this entire song was about making it up to Garnet for Amethyst’s perceived slights with Sugilite (which was a two-way road), only for Garnet to pressure her into fusion later when pissed and never discuss it again bc Garnet probably never thought twice about it and Amethyst has the emotional openness of a clam that’s just been told its ugly. Helluva way to make someone feel like shit, G. Helluva way to bottle that shit, Ames.

20.) On the Run

I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Amethyst! Needed! More! Songs!

The dichotomy between Steven’s play and Amethyst’s honest desire to run away from home is so well-done, especially when you consider a lot of Steven and Amethyst’s actions are playing together. The song is also near and dear to me simply bc it’s my favorite Amethyst episode to exist (well, maybe second to What’s Your Problem, but not by much). Moments like these are all the proof I need that they were right to fuse first.

21.) Be Wherever You Are

This tune really just feels like an ode to who Steven was as a kid. Trapped on an island with no way home, and he’s just happy to be with his friends. The stars are beautiful and not oppressive. Also that one animatic with Lars and the Off Colors playing in the Homeworld Kindergarten to this music was iconic and made this song get stuck in my head for a solid month.

22.) Familiar

I ADORE how the crew use bright neon colors to show how alien Homeworld can be. And Steven recognizing that the Diamonds treat him how the CGs used to, and how prepared he is to “fix” a broken family. It’s a soft, gentle tune about melancholy. Also the Pebbles are beautiful.

23.) Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart

Such a cute little love ballad, but every time I listen to it now I just imagine the heart attack Rose must’ve had at the line “And if we look out of place/Well, baby, that's okay/I'll drive us into outer space.” like there’s a Vietnam war flashback if I ever heard one

24.) What Can I Do?

I’m kind of neutral on this one? Rose and Greg both have great voices, but the song itself lacks many lyrics. I think it was definitely a good way to show Rose’s flaws in thinking.

Also, I’m shocked they managed cram that much vaguely sexual innuendo into two minutes, followed by how Not Hetereo that dance between Rose and Pearl was, and not get their asses chewed by it. You go guys.

25.) Cookie Cat

I love a lot of the vibes this song has. The lyrics are so damn prophetic, but they also sound like the kind of weird 90s commercials I grew up on. It’s been like two decades since I saw the Shirley Temple commercial but I’ll be damned if I don’t remember “Animals crackers in my soup! Monkey and rabbits loop-de-loop.”

26.) Giant Woman

I am. NOT the biggest fan of Steven’s original singing voice. I feel bad saying that, since it was just Zach Callison as a kid, but he never jived well with me for some reason. So I wouldn’t listen to this on the fly.

The song itself is still really good though, with all sorts of fun animation of Amethyst and Pearl being bitchy to each other. It’s a bit sad in hindsight to see tiny Steven trying to get his moms to get along. Ahh, season 1.

27.) Strong in the Real Way

This song has SUCH a strong start. Pearl reflecting on Sugilite’s problems, but the show making sure to show us that Pearl’s lack of enthusiasm towards her also lends itself to jealousy as well as just general malaise. How much she cares about Steven, and wants him to grow up strong.

And then Steven just kinda. Ruins it? I appreciate his enthusiasm for tryna bulk up but to take what was starting as such a rich, personal song and broadcasting it to random strangers just makes me a bit sad. Almost a bit angry on her behalf?

28.) That Distant Shore

I KNOW this is gonna create some discourse, but I’m just not the biggest Lapis stan. I love her voice. I love the visuals of the song. And I get why she felt afraid and needed to flee.

But Lapis never got to take responsibility for her own actions. And, in the end, the song feels hollow to me- because we all know she’ll never talk to anyone about it, know she’ll burst back in and destroy the barn, and no one will ever question it. I like Lapis a lot, but I feel like her arc never was fully finished. She never got help. She never learned to feel safe.

29.) Dear Old Dad

I’ve yet to meet a single human being who likes this episode tbh. There’s some great discussion about what kind of parent Greg is from it, and what kind of dynamic he has with the Gems that he felt he had to fake an injury to hang out with his son. Honestly the first half was fine and dandy. It’s just that then they Greg just went out of his way to drag Steven away from missions and such. It never jived well with his character before or after.

Also, is it just me, or does Zach himself sound like he hates the song as he sings it? There’s no passion or heart in his voice. It sounds like they told him to read off cue cards and he did. Tom Scharpling’s best attempts didn’t save this one for being a skipper. But the episode, unfortunately, isn’t, so it gets a spot on here.

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