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fratboykate · 1 year

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so with the strike, are you going to have time to write more... I can't think of a better word, "proper" entries to kyfbau? Like I'm rereading the wedding and I can't really cry anymore for some reason, but the idea of these two dealing with the asshole Bishop parents is just... its so good.

If we strike I won't have shit to do for however long we're out so...yeah. We should've had a strike in 2020 but these greedy fucks were SO LUCKY with the pandemic. Our contracts are negotiated every 3 years so the last time it was up was May 2020. They played victims with their "oh no the pandemic we can't do anything for you" and obviously the world was in shambles then so we gave in. The work conditions have only deteriorated since then. With inflation, TV writer pay has gone down 23% in the last five years and 17% for films. Showrunners are making less money now than lower levels were ten years ago. A LOT of the people writing your favorite shows and movies are literally on food stamps. The model is abusive and it's not sustainable. Pretty soon only the kids of celebrities and other nepo babies will be able to afford to make a career out of this. That's the last thing we want. There's this huge misconception that everyone who works in the industry is rich and a lot of shitbags on twitter are ragging on writers for wanting to strike and calling us greedy/elites/whatever. That idea is WRONG. Probably less than 1% of all actors, directors, writers get paid millions of dollars. Everyone else was supposed to be "middle class" but that has disappeared in the last decade. Ten years ago a fraction of people worked for minimums (basically the equivalent of union minimum wage) and now MOST people including showrunners work for minimums. Minimums used to be the floor of what writers got paid and studios have now turned it into the maximum regardless of experience or previous success. They've been trying to hide behind the "streaming is not profitable" to do ENDLESS shady shit that I won't go into but that you can find if you scroll through the union tag on twitter. We don't even really get residuals for streaming. If a writer writes for a streaming show, your show could be watched millions of times across the world and you quite literally get residual checks worth cents. Meanwhile people who write for broadcast or cable get a hefty check every time their episode airs. That's one of the least offensive things they've been doing for the past few years.

All of the unions have contracts up this year and it's so bad that you might just see a cascade of strikes back to back. But writers are known to not be afraid to shut shit down so, while we're never the first up to negotiate (that's typically the DGA) other unions this year delayed their negotiations to see how it would go for us so they can basically ride our coat tails and get better deals for everyone. The 2007 strike lasted 100 days and it was so devastating many writers even lost their homes because they couldn't pay their mortgages. Writers are terrified but based on everything I'm seeing, when the Strike Authorization Vote results come back on Monday it's going to probably be close to 100% yes. We're fucking fed up and we're willing to risk everything because if we don't fix this shit now, it's only going to get exponentially worse. It's going to be devastating for a lot of people who are already financially struggling but this is the best long term alternative. No way around it. Soooo if we do strike…be kind to writers. Be kind to writers in general, all the time. People online love to pretend they know how this industry goes but you have NO CLUE unless you work in it. None. If you don't like what happened on a show or you have opinions, pretend it's 2001 and keep it to yourself. We get enough shit from the business to also have to deal with pedantic idiots online.

#rants #anonymous #answers #hollywood

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purplesurveys · 6 months

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1772

Have you ever eaten with both fork and spoon, at the same time?: Well yeah, that's kind of how we eat everything in this part of the world.

When’s the last time you bled a lot?: When I had my period two weeks ago.

Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin?: No, I always look away. I hate needles and can't stand to be around them lol.

Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo?: I was sitting right across my mom when she got her tattoo. Now she has a ridiculously high tolerance when it comes to pain, but seeing her clutch a pillow like her life depended on it and squeezing her eyes shut during her entire session scared me off from getting inked forever hahaha. If she barely got through it fuck knows what I would do once that needle meets my skin.

Are you currently full or hungry?: I'm actually a little hungry. :( But I'm feeling sleepy too so I don't trust myself to order food online now and stay awake long enough to wait for it.

Has a taste of something ever made you smile?: Yes, usually when it's food I find nostalgic or have happy memories with. Or if I've been craving it for too long a time.

When you’re done eating finger foods, do you usually lick your fingers?: I used to do this but at some point it started to feel just kind of gross so I don't anymore haha.

Who was the last person to hit you in the stomach?: I don't think I've ever been hit in the stomach, but what an unpleasant thought. I imagine I would retaliate.

Would you ever snap your cell phone in half, if you could get a better one?: No. Whatever happened to just walking into the store and buying a new one?

Do you think twenty-two is old?: Not at all, but I'm also probably the wrong person to ask. I know 22 is nowhere near 'old,' but in my own and very personal experience, turning 22 at the time I did felt like aging 100 years. I have no positive memory from when I turned 22, because it happened in 2020.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?: Astronaut, veterinarian, and firefighter.

Are you planning on going to college?: I did, and I graduated three years ago.

Do you know someone that is/was abused by their parents?: Yes, corporal punishment was commonplace here at least until my generation. I got so used to watching my cousin getting whipped by a belt that I just became desensitized to it at some point. Fortunately millennials took the hint when they started becoming parents and have stopped the practice completely.

Does your cell phone have a touch screen?: Yup.

Do you like strawberry and banana smoothies?: That sounds very nasty.

Would you cuss the person you hate the most out to their face?: I don't hate anyone.

Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind?: My great-grandma's caretaker was deaf mute. I haven't seen her in well over a decade though.

Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair?: I don't think I've ever even sat in a wheelchair.

Have you ever watched static on the television for more than five minutes?: Nope, don't think so.

When you cry, do you hyperventilate?: It's happened before but it's not a regular occurrence. I don't think I've experienced hyperventilating since college. Which is good! That just means I have not felt that heavy ever since then.

Is tapioca pudding nasty to you?: I've never tried it but yeah I'm not a fan of how it looks.

What are you favorite word[s]?: Fuck.

Is there a lot of drama in your life?: Nope.

Five Gum or Juicy Fruit?: Juicy Fruit, mainly because that's the only one I've heard of and actually had in the past.

Do you drink straight from the bottle, instead of getting a cup?: If I'm drinking alone, that's when I have it straight from the bottle.

Have you ever been in a taxi?: Yup.

Do you listen to modern music or classic music?: Modern.

Is your keyboard/mouse wireless?: I have a trackpad.

Can you hook up your computer to your television?: I could; I just don't have the proper cords/cables for it since I've never had to connect my laptop to the TV. Plus I cast everything these days anyway, so.

How many times have you had the hiccups today?: I can't even remember the last time I had the hiccups...

Does weed smell good? Or no?: I'm personally not a fan.

Where do you see your closest friend in ten years?: Married, two kids, super successful and being very very very happy in her life.

What’s your favorite horror movie?: The Shining.

Pronunciation of your name, please?: Ro-bin.

Are/were you loud in class?: No. I hated the idea of being called out so I never chit-chatted with friends. Angela though liked whispering to me which always quietly bugged me because it always put me in danger of getting in trouble hahaha.

Do you cut out coupons but end up never using them?: I've never encountered coupons, not really a thing here.

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tvseries-writings · 3 years

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Not your fault

Elizabeth Olsen x Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Prompt: Hi, I have a request idea where the reader gets hurt during filming, for example a concussion, (she works on the MCU set) and she is engaged to Elizabeth and Scarlett, they become very worried and take care of her. Thanks :)

You sigh as you get out of your caravan. Another day of filming, another long and tiring day during which you can't cuddle with your girls. You take your phone out of your pocket and check your twitter, there are photos after photos of the whole cast and you can't help but notice how fat you are compared to them. People notice this too, you look at the comments and dwell on a couple of them. "How do Scar and Lizzie manage to be with y/n? They are goddesses!" "She was so lucky, who knows why they are with her" "I am wrong I have gained a few pounds in the last year" "She is definitely fatter"

You gasp when someone takes the phone out of your hands and you turn around to look that person in the face. Cobie and Brie are looking at you with raised eyebrows as they look away from the phone.

"You said you wouldn't read them anymore, they say a lot of bullshit y / n" You don't meet their gaze still obsessed with those comments. "They're just keyboard lions, y / n, Scarlett and Elizabeth love you just the way you are," Brie whispers softly as she hugs you in a hug which is then joined by Cobie. "Now let's go record or the Russo Brothers will want our heads" You nod, letting out a small smile and together you walk towards the set.

In less than two minutes, the makeup artists kidnap you to get ready for your scene. They offer you food but kindly refuse, food is not something you want to deal with at the moment.

As you check your tweets again, Scarlett and Lizzie walk into your dressing room. "Good morning" they kiss you in turn and kisses back with a smile. "Good morning loves" Lizzie takes a seat in the chair next to you while Scarlett remains standing. "Did you eat anything?" They both know your relationship with food isn't the best but today you definitely don't want to hear the reasons why you should have breakfast so, you lie. “Yes, I ate a croissant; how long do we have to shoot? " Scarlett looks at the watch on her wrist. "Exactly ... now" All three of you hurry out of the dressing room and find yourself on set. You are shooting a scene in the Avengers complex and your character has to jump from four meters of wall. You are not enthusiastic about it but your stunt-woman, Veronica, was sick and all the "dirty work" was your turn.

"Be careful" You Nod to your girls before climbing the wall.

"Okay y / n, as soon as you feel ready,you jump and try to not break anything"

"Thanks Joe, very encouraging," you snort before looking down; you hate heights and everyone knew about it on set, not that the Russos cared much ... "And ... action!" You take a run and jump. It should have been a simple jump but it wasn't, the cable gave way and you fell tumbling to the ground hitting your head so hard that you had a seizure on the spot. "Y / n !!" both Scarlett and Elizabeth scream as they run to your side, someone screams for a doctor as your body is shaking with convulsions. Lizzie sobs as she tries to hold your head while Scarlett moves everything you could hurt yourself with. In less than three minutes your body stops having seizures and Scarlett and Lizzie let out a half breath of relief. The doctor arrives and immediately gets to work establishing that you have a concussion and that it would be best to take you to the hospital for a CT scan.

"If anything happens to her, I'll send so many lawyers on you you won't even have time to breathe." Scarlett whispers menacingly to the Russo brothers before following Lizzie and your body on the stretcher. Cobie and Brie take the car to come to the hospital with you.

It's been over two hours when a doctor finally updates all the people in the waiting room about your condition. Your girls are wrapped in each other's arms as anxiety devours them. "So, y / n is fine, she has a concussion that needs to be kept under control and absolutely must not work for the next two weeks" They all breathe a sigh of relief and then come to see you in your room. Scarlett and Elizabeth pounce on you, letting the stress of the last few hours come out in the form of tears and sobs. "It was terrible, never do that again." Lizzie takes your face in her hands, leaving you a kiss in her tears. You chuckle slightly, stroking Scarlett's hand: "doing stunts is not for me" They both burst into laughter as they hold you close.

Brie and Cobie also come in to greet you. "You're an idiot, you scared us to death," Cobie tells you as soon as she walks into the room "Yes Cobie, I love you too," you smile amused as you and Brie exchange a hug. "I felt the cable break and I thought about how stupid I was to think I could do it without practice" «Has the cable broken? ?! I'll send all the New York lawyers on him and- " You put a hand on Scarlett's making her calm down .

"I'm the clumsy one, we won't accuse anyone" All the girls stare at you with their mouths open. "What?! It wasn't your fault »the girls almost scream as they gesticulate and list the reasons why it's not your fault. A light knock on the door silences them. "Miss y/n, how do you feel?" a doctor enters the room, a certain Yang, from what we read on the nameplate. "I'm fine, can I go home?" the doctor checks the chart before looking at you. "Well, I'd like to keep you here at least tonight but-" "Perfect then, please let me prepare the discharge papers, kindly" The doctor nods before leaving the room.

"Honey, if the doctor says you have to stay here you should do it," Elizabeth tells you moving closer and taking your hand in hers.

Scarlett shakes her head as she looks at you:

“What if there are complications? Y / n stay here, at least for tonight. You scared us to death, please...” she strokes your hand softly.

“Liz, Scar, I'm feeling fine okay? ��And you know how much I hate hospitals, I just want to go home " The two girls sigh but respect your decision, as do Cobie and Brie.

In less than an hour you are in a wheelchair pushed by Elizabeth and Scarlett whois walking by your side as you leave the hospital.

"Was it really necessary?" you sigh, referring to the wheelchair.

"Yes it was." Scarlett raises her right eyebrow as she walks you to the Range Rover parked right outside.

As soon as she enters her you close your eyes and lean your head against the window, the constant pounding is really bothering you not to mention that even the smallest noise causes you unbearable pain. "Are you OK?" Liz whispers stroking your arm and letting you put your head on her shoulder as she holds your steady with her other hand so you don't get banged again on the ride. "Mm," you sigh, enjoying the caresses as Scarlett, also sitting behind her with the two of you, takes your hand and begins to draw circles on your palm. "You don't look very well." Lizzie kisses you on the temple continuing to keep your head still. "I just have a headache ..." "As soon as we get home, we'll take the meds; okay?" Scarlett says and you give her thumb with your hand, unable to nod in pain. "Jeremy and I had a fight last night" you rub your right eye while all the girls in the car have a bad feeling, you are not very lucid at the moment and you could say anything: "he touched where he shouldn't and I told him that if he didn't stop I would tell the Russo Brothers, he told me he would make me pay for it, "you whisper the last words, your head lighter and lighter as Lizzie keeps holding your head still. "Shit ..." Cobie whispers as she and Brie share the same thought. "That bastard." Scarlett growls as she hugs you and Lizzie tighter. "He'll pay for it." Lizzie's cold voice almost frightens you but you relax because you know she's not meant for you.

After about 10 minutes you are dragged into your attic and put into bed with Lizzie and Scarlett on either side. They make you take your meds and after about half an hour you start to feel much better. "Hey." Lizzie smiles at you as she strokes your face. "Hi," you whisper about her kissing her hand "Do You feel better?" Scarlett strokes her hair as she smiles at you. "Very" you sit up and start to get up but get blocked by your girls. "You're not going anywhere; absolute rest »you snort rolling your eyes before smirking. "No, not even that." Lizzie pats you on her arm, smiling in amusement as she shakes her head. "You are boring" "You don't know how much," Scarlett says before bending down, giving you a kiss to mold.

You curl up against each other and stay like that. You couldn't ask for better.

Thanks for reading! I hope it met expectations. Leave a comment if you want <3

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asherlockstudy · 3 years

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Reviewing all my phones simply because I wanna

*including the family phones because I have always been the poor soul that managed all of them regardless of age

Nokia 5110 (1998)

Ah the memories... When the phones were that. Phones. I was probably around 6 when we got that and I was still the one handling it because my parents aren't the most tech savvy people. It was a thick phone, which I actually like, it had 6 but good ringtones and of course it had Snake. That's all we cared about back then. Not as tough as its reputation because we had to change it after 2-3 years.

BTW: my mom insists we also had the famous NOKIA 3310 but I have no memory of it whatsoever. Well, it's not like my mom can tell models apart.

Motorola 120e (2002)

I wonder, what were we thinking as a family when we bought this object? The funny thing is that I am sure we bought it because we (mom) thought it looked pretty. It was slim, silver and UGLY AS HELL. The buttons were super dysfunctional, the screen was tiny and everyday the phone had one new bug. At some point after months? weeks? it simply died. Quietly, on its own. Nobody was sorry.

Sharp GX20 (2003)

Back when Sharp was trendy, this was one pretty phone and certainly the prettiest of the Sharp GXXX line. The design was simply beautiful, the main screen was huge, the main camera was way ahead of its time and you could take a selfie by looking at yourself in the external screen. The small screen would also show notifications, the time, pictures etc. The only nonsensical thing about this phone was that the maximum video and voice recording session was only 10 seconds or something. WTF

Sony Ericsson K750i (2005)

So if you didn't know it yet, here's the fact: K750i is the best phone ever created. The unsung hero. I saw an advertisement for it in a magazine and that was the first time I was fully manipulated by an ad. I wanted it so bad it was the only thing I was thinking about. I wasn't wrong. This phone proved the ultimate GOAT for its time. It was the direct predecessor of the walkman phones and it was in my opinion better because it specialized both in camera and music. The design was simply wonderful, with the silver back opening to reveal the lens. It was also as tough as any classic NOKIA and more. I bought it before 8th grade and kept it till my second year in university (8 years). It was still working fine but it was basically dissolving in my hands. My parents begged me to buy me a smartphone and my friends thought I was ridiculous. They couldn't understand. I am seriously considering buying a 3D model of this phone (it exists) just for the memories.

Alcatel OneTouch Pixi 3 (2015)

See this? This is the worst idiotphone someone had the audacity to create. Bought the gold one for mom because she only cares for looks and she wanted a "smart"phone to feel relevant (even though she can't even use the basic phones). Anyway, even I can't use that phone. Everything about it is bad. Bad responsiveness, bad interface, bad camera, bad screen, bad memory, bad battery, bad CPU EVERYTHING IS BAD There is literally not one good thing I can think about this phone. It's obviously a low-end device but what I mean is it is bad by low-end standards. Utterly horrible. I was tempted to throw it from the balcony quite a few times. If you want to kill time, go read reviews of this monstrosity.

Samsung Galaxy S5 mini (2014)

My personal initiation to the smartphone world was traumatic in the beginning as I had to buy this phone twice, because I lost the first one after a few months. However, the fact that I paid again for the exact same model is a hint about how much I liked that phone. Small, beautiful with changing skins, simple and so bloody functional. I have no complains whatsoever except the memory proved small for me after 5 years of filling it up. I bought a memory card and then Samsung fucked something up with the compatibility. My phone was broken. I spent a month trying to fix the software myself. I did it eventually. I still have it now but the battery drains in a few hours without touching it. I am heartbroken. I don't know if I should change the battery or it is because of the "touched" software I put in there. And it has become unbearably slow. I knew I had to swallow it and buy a new phone. But I knew, any phone I chose would always be an Android and preferably Samsung.

iPhone 12 mini (2020)

This... didn't go as planned. Let me explain myself. I am an Android fan, I love its interface and customization freedom. I hate everything about Apple. I don't like iphones either. BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT THERE ISN'T ONE SINGLE NORMAL SIZED ANDROID PHONE IN THE MARKET. IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR APPARENTLY USING YOUR PHONES WITH YOUR FEET OR WHAT. I need a phone, not a freaking ear laptop. This was the only phone that could fit in my hand, only slightly larger than the S5 mini. I mean, it's not my ideal choice to sell a kidney for a phone, trust me. It's been several months and I dare say I am... okay with the iphone. I still prefer Android but I admit iOS is clean cut, so to speak. I hate how limited it is in customization and I hate that it literally burns like lava while charging or running a heavy app. But more than anything else, I hate how much Apple exploits its customers. An app that is free on Google Play can cost 10 bucks per month in Playstore. Let's not forget that I had to go buy chargers and cables separately to make my phone functional. Go fuck yourself Apple, honestly. It's a pretty phone but you don't deserve the hype. Camera is very good though. And the one thing that made me bond a little with this phone was that a friend pointed out it is a very "me" phone - it's admittedly a phone that when you see it, you will pick me out of a group of people as its likeliest owner. And so... I don't hate it that much. My concern is what will happen when I will have to buy a phone in the (hopefully distant) future... they don't make phones for my hands anymore. Actually, they don't make phones anymore period

#smartphone #personal #review #list #apple #iphone #android #google #sony #samsung #nokia #alcatel #sharp #motorola #more

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screesflanagan · 3 years

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My New Boss Part 14

Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)

Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)

GIF: My own

The real truth

"boss" "boss"

says a quiet voice.

"Ethan" repeats the voice and gently shakes my shoulder.

"Ethan"

"mhh" I answer while sleeping

"Ethan"

she says again

"Aye, ma love?"

I say and open my eyes. Kim stood in front of me and my sister behind me. I get up jerkily and then hold my head because I got up too quickly.

"Ma Love? What did yer dream so beautifully"

says my sister and grins. I don't answer and see how Kim gives me a glass of water

"Thanks, love"

I say and say right away

"fuck..sorry"

She pinches her eyes and says "everything cool"

I drink it empty and Mòrag says "And how did yer slept?" I get up and say

"Good and ya?" She laughs and says "Aye me too"

I walked into the kitchen and Kim looks me up from below and says

"Go change"

I say confused

"Why?"

"Ethan. Gray sweatpants"

she says and pulls on my hoss

"Geezus Kim. She is ma sister!"

I say and she says

"Not her idiot. This is about me or do you want me to turn red like a tomato because your little friend is awake"

I put a finger on her lip and say

"Hey. Dinnae be so disrespectful, he's not little."

She grabs between my legs and says

"Go change"

I lean my head against her shoulder and say

"Is good. Ok!"

I put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt over it with a V-neck so you can see my chain and my scar.

It was always difficult for me to look at the scar. "What happened cannot be reversed," I say to myself whenever I see it.

I ran down the stairs and we'd watch a movie together. Laughed and talked. In the evening my sister went to sleep and I and Kim went to my office to work

"Break," says Kim and comes to me. She pushes my chair back and kneels. Suddenly we hear footsteps. Kim goes quickly under my desk. The door opens and the first thing Mòrag says is

"Where's Kim?"

I pretend to work and say

"She sleeps"

She comes closer to me and says

"Brother, may I ask yer somethin?"

I look at her and put my pen down

"Aye"

I say without thinking what she could ask.

"When they killed mama in front of your ey..."

I interrupt her and say

"Mòrag, please. It is 3 o'clock in tha mornin, can we talk about it another time?"

She looks at me and says

"Is tha why yer are afraid of cable ties because our hands and feet were tied with them?"

I get angry and say

"Mòrag!"

She is frightened and looks at me confused

"Aye. Yeah tha's exactly why ok can yer please just not mention the word"

She comes closer and says

"I can't sleep. The question always comes to ma mind how did yer get us out?"

I bring my face in my hands and she says

"Please. I'll go to sleep after yer told me, Ethan. I've been looking for the answer for years."

It was all too late anyway so I say

"I broke ma hand to get out of this cable .. ya know what I mean. When the one who took care of us walked away I took your hand and we climbed through the window and then I stopped a car and told her everythin. She then called the police and took us to the hospital because of ma hand.

Mòrag hugged me and says

"Thanks. I dinnae ken what would have happened without ya. I wouldn't be alive" I hug her back and kiss her forehead

"Dinnae say tha. I need yer too and without ya, I would have killed myself"

After a while, she went out and I threw myself on the office chair. Kim came out from under the desk and I hid my face. She took my hand from my face and said "Ethan, I can understand why you didn't tell me the truth. It's hard for you, please don't think I'm angry with you for telling me something else." I look away and say

"Aye, but I didn't mean to lie to ya, I just wasn't ready to tell ye, but I wanted to"

Kim looks deep into my eyes and says

"I know. Your sister just forced you to say it, if you hadn't said it, she'd know what's wrong" I hug her and say "Do I really deserve such an understanding woman?" She hugs me and says

"Yes you do"

Mòrag POV:

I run upstairs again, wondering why Kim wasn't with him. I go to her room and see that her room is empty.

"The baw's on the Slates brother," I think and laugh. Either she was in the room with him or she ran away because she couldn't stand her boss anymore.

#tommy flanagan #oneshot #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #first story #smut #fluff #love story #boss #wu assasin #westworld #westworld hbo

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

03 - Music Room 3007

Chapters songs:

*Dagger; Slowdive

On The Level; Mac Demarco

F song; Strawberry Guy

^^^ when including * in chapters next to a song, that means it is a song that will be performed in the chapter.

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— Y.L. Perspective

"Sunshine girl is sleeping. She falls in dreams alone," sings Toruku in a calming tone into a microphone, along with the strumming of a guitar. "And me, I am her dagger. Too numb to feel her pain."

"The world is full of noise, yes. I hear it all the time. And me, I am your dagger. You know I am your wound." I join in, adding onto his

The words we sang were truly upsetting. About a boy, a lover, who is aware he's hurting the girl he loves. I couldn't compare any relationship I'd ever been through to those lyrics.

Although one had always caught my eye: "I didn't really lose you, I just lost it for a while." It was easy to automatically think of the boy I was duetting with when we covered this; for some time now, Toruku has had small feelings for me.

One of the things that repelled me from a relationship with him was the idea that it would end horribly, and that it would potentially ruin our relationship.

Not to mention how much drama that would cause for two other unproblematic teenagers who were only trying to make a living off of their talent: Hikishi and Giki.

But today wasn't about what would happen between the two of us— today was her day.

"I thought I heard your whisper, it happens all the time." And with that, the song is brought to an ending, followed by my gaze met with the blonde boy.

"That was, once again, better than before. But I feel as if it's missing something." He explains, as he removed the wooden instrument from his arm and leaned it against the bean bag he sat in.

Music room 3007 contained the following: I couple of bean bag seats, a coffee table, a vending machine, almost every instrument in existence in an extra storage room, tools used to record and analyze music, and posters + records we kept throughout the years.

Truth is, music room 3007 wasn't even really a part of the school anymore. Sure, it was still on maps and the district still paid the electricity, cable, and water bill. But barely any students or teachers paid much attention to it, for it was stuffed behind the gyms, which were two large buildings that would block out any view of the smaller one that stood behind it.

'I hope Sugawara won't have any problem with finding this place.' I think to myself, as I stand from the chair to turn the camera and microphone off.

We would set up different amps, microphones, and cameras when recording a cover of a song. This time, it was a basic acoustic from 1993, named 'Dagger' by Slowdive.

After turning it all off, I plop back onto the cushion. "I think we've don't this quite enough times already, 'Ruku. We should upload it already and get on to the second song. I mean, we've been here a whole hour trying to perfect 'Dagger'." I say, removing my uniform's blazer, and throwing it across the coffee table. Next came my tie, and I unhooked the first two small buttons of my white collared shirt. The music room got hot when so many electronics were in use.

"Maybe you're right. We should probably get onto another song." He replied, running his hands in the bridge of his nose and down his neck.

I quickly stand up from my chair and stand behind him, leaning onto his shoulders. "I think you're just tired. Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go home?"

Toruku runs a hand up my arm, patting my shoulder, then sighs heavily. I couldn't imagine how tired he must be after today. His thoughts must've been wearing him down. "Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I don't wanna leave you all alone."

"No need, Sugawara will help me get home, remember?" I ask him, followed by a moan of protest. It worried me that Sugawara and Toruku most likely wouldn't get along, especially since both seemed so compatible at first.

Both his hands leave mine and lay in his lap. "And what's with this Suga guy, Y/n? Is he your buddy?" His voice echoed through the band room, stabbing the back of my brain while I think for an answer that wouldn't sound suspicious. I would say no, but who knew what the future could hold.

"I dunno. But he means no harm! At least I think so.." Tired from squatting, I lift to stand on both feet properly. Toruku slides his hand away from my figure and brings it towards his face. It covers his mouth as he once again sighs. "You seem tired after today, Ruku. Is it because of Moku?"

Hopefully, I hadn't overstepped any boundaries with what I had said. Hopefully, I was remotely correct about why he looked so down. "Yeah, it is. I won't act as if it doesn't bother me because I know it bothers you too. Although it's been three years, I still feel very guilty for going on without her."

'At least he knows I'm here with him.' I thought, moving to the bean bag I had been in just a few moments ago. By her, I meant Torukus passed girlfriend, and my best friend: the reason I practically stopped living at the age of fifteen. Honestly, Toruku and I weren't even really that close. I knew her as her boyfriend and he knew me as her best friend. And as close as we were to her, we were never friends. Moku's death only brought us closer to each other, stirring up the beginning of a rock band.

"I know what you mean. I do. Thankfully, this birthday of hers went better than the last two, wouldn't you say?" I ask, leaning on my elbows that sat on my knees.

"Definitely. The previous ones all ended up in fights and long makeups. I guess we're just more laid back about it now," He explains, getting up from his seat, and browsing the instruments that were hung on the wall. His fingers wrap around his belt loops as he stands. "I feel bad for getting over her so quickly."

"I know exactly what you mean. Never forget that I'm right here next to you, Toruku. That we've gotten through this together instead of alone. Although I wish you had talked to me more when it had first happened, I was all alone!" I chuckle at the last part, even if it wasn't funny at all. "I think the life we made out of our relationship has turned out for the better. Look where we are now: moving to American in about a year to sign to a label. Wouldn't she be proud we've gotten so far?"

"Maybe you're right," Toruku says, leaning against the back wall. His hair danced over his eyes barely, as they stared right at me. "Maybe you should hit up Toru and Hajime, ask how they're doing. They went through this too, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I haven't because I'm afraid of what they'll say, or if they even say anything at all. They're both a part of a very different social class after all. If anything, I'll probably get a simple thumbs up on my message." My voice grows low, expressing my tiredness from this conversation already.

Toru and Hajime were two other people that used to be in my friend group with Moku throughout our childhood. Both were loud and expressive and played volleyball, but they were also very kind and friendly towards Moku, Toruku, and me. Once middle school had started, the five of us grew closer and closer by the second. We joined volleyball clubs, hung out at our houses practically every day, and grew popular throughout the years. But once Moku had passed, we all fell apart. She was what held us together after all.

Both Hajime and Toru decided to go to another high school, and Toruku and I went to another. After that, we hadn't heard a single word from them.

"It's worth a try, Y/n. We wouldn't want to seem inconsiderate." Toruku says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets, as well as a lighter. After lighting one, the smoke leaves his mouth slowly, as he continues. "I wish you would at least try to make amends between them. You were closer to them than I ever was."

"I'll try. Just not now."

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After another hour of practice with Toruku, the two of us stood silent on our phones while we waited for Sugawara. Something told me that he had gotten lost. Either that, or he just forgot about me, which I wouldn't blame him for.

But right when I was about to tell Toruku that we should go home, a message from an unknown number had shown up on the top of my phone screen that alarmed me.

[Text Message: ###-###-####]

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on the school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

[Reply to ###-###-####]

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

After the second the message gave me a preview, I fully entered the screen. It had a profile picture, but not a contact name. Although, that was my very first-year-like of me to be irresponsible. [Sugawara] read the title after I'd edited it, and nothing more. Only a few brief messages that we had just sent to each other.

Sugawara

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

Actually, right number! But seriously... I have no idea where the hell you are. Is it off-campus? I might just cry if I don't figure this out. I've been at it for a solid ten minutes.

Ten minutes?? Damn boy, you could've just asked to meet me in the cafeteria or something. Toruku and I have been waiting here for a while as well.

Sorry!!

No need to apologize.

- you have started sharing your location with {Sugawara}-

Thanks. See you in a bit.

After discussing where I was hanging, I decided to look more into this saved contact. 'Had I really been so close to him as to have discussions with him?' I think as I decide to read a few more messages above our most recent convo. They only consisted of homework answers, tutoring questions, and a few more comments about school festivals and such. A good ten invites to a volleyball game were stored in there as well. I hadn't realized how much he had meant to me just two years ago. Time flies, taking most of your memories with you.

A few more moments went by before a knock came upon the room's entrance door, as well as the voice of someone behind it. "Uhm— hello..? Is this the right room?"

"No, go away," Toruku replies in a deeper, scarier voice as he shuffled towards the door to reveal Sugawara standing there alone with a frightened expression.

Suga sighed, putting a hand over his chest while he smiled. "That gave me a heart attack." He says, fixing his eyes towards my sitting figure. "Ready to go?"

I nod, lifting from my seat and stretching out my arms while yawning loudly. "God, I'm tired," I mumble to myself, gathering my bag and the tie and jacket I had taken off, before slowly walking over towards Sugawara. "Isn't it after practice? Shouldn't you be all tired and worked out?"

"Oh, no. Today was only focused on the new players, which honestly didn't go so well." He explained, finishing with a soft chuckle. Though I could tell it was filled with disappointment, for the way he looked down on the floor was purely depressing.

But quickly steered the conversation another way to distract him from it; that was the least I could do. "Oh, well, today it was just Toruku and me. But thankfully we just recorded some extra vocals so we didn't have to record the rest of the teams' jobs."

Sugawara distracts himself, taking small glances around the room as I explain to him what we did. He observes the different colors and pictures on the walls, the furniture we helped ourselves to, and the instruments gathered onto the wall. "It looks quite comfortable in here. To be honest, I'm surprised that the school even lets you decorate this place all by yourselves."

"They didn't, they just don't know about it. It's quite convenient if you ask me.." I mumble, shuffling from one foot to the other. What I said was no lie, we were truly blessed to have had a room to ourselves here on campus. If it wasn't for the band teacher who had shown it to us, we probably would've spent our practice time in a garage where there's no AC or comfortable floors.

Meanwhile, Toruku explained to Sugawara the reasoning behind each decoration, I check the timing. It was 6:00 PM, just in time for my mother to get home from work.

"Should we get going?" I ask the grey-haired boy, as he's brought back to reality. He and Toruku sharply turn, pausing their supposedly intriguing conversation, as he nodded to my question.

"I guess so. Well, thank you for showing me this place, I never would've discovered it if it wasn't for you two." Sugawara states, bowing towards the blonde boy with a cigar.

"Alright, I'll catch you later, Y/n. And it was nice meeting you today, Sugawara." After I have a small hug to Toruku and said my goodbyes, Suga and I were out the door.

Our walk began with the two of us climbing down a few stairs, and jogging towards where the sidewalk actually began. From there on, it was easy getting towards the main part of campus, and walking home would be a piece of cake. For Sugawara, I mean.

"So, do you walk home every day?" I ask, tightening my hands around my bento box. The silence between us rested heavily on my chest; not a single word left his mouth.

But it may have been because he was stuck in his own little world, for soon after my question, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat. "Oh, no— not really. I only walk after practice when I stay late. But on free days, like in the morning, I ride the bus."

Nodding, I explain my way of getting to and from school as well. "Me too. Well, usually my mother would drive me before school even started. Either that or I would ride my skateboard and hide it in some gutter. You know how angry the school gets about skateboards." I laugh, hoping he'd approve of joking with school rules. But knowing Sugawara, he probably already knew I bend some.

"Ah, yes. That's convenient. But how far did you live before moving into [Neighborhood]? Surely not too far, right?" He questions, looking down at me for an honest answer.

I widen my eyes at this, making my answer to his questions obvious already. "Uhm.. no! Just a mile and a half away, not a big deal.." My head turns the other way while I giggle at Sugawara's shock. It wasn't a big deal for me at all, I didn't mind getting the few extra steps in the morning. As for him, he must have not had to walk that far every day to understand. I didn't blame him for being so surprised. It wasn't every day you find someone who voluntarily walks that far.

"Oh— that's.. that's a lot! I'm sorry that you had to do that. It must have been hell! But thankfully you have someone to join you on transportation, right?" Sugawara gives me side-eyes, as a smile appeared on his pale face.

"Yeah.. you're right." My sentence runs low in the cold, shaking as I shift from the sidewalk to the road. The pavement felt hard and slippery due to the transition from winter to spring, yet it was still freezing outside.

"You know... it was strange bumping into you today. To be honest, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I think that's just how you make others feel, you know?" My words come out abruptly, but I didn't mind. After today's long day all I wanted was one honest conversation.

Thankfully, Sugawara felt the same I did. "Spending time with each other must have brought back lots of memories, even if they were small." He says to me, observing the way my feet jumped from the curb to the street.

The feeling he brought was like a scent from years ago when you're a little kid. Whether you're reading by a window, or running through a meadow, you'd forgotten it ever even tickled your senses.

"It's kind of strange. Even if we weren't best friends, you still meant a lot to me. I'm wondering whether or not you're still the same, and if that could be brought back." I explain, drawing out my arms to make a tree-like pose while I played hopscotch with the roads. The keychains that hung on my badge made a 'clunk!' noise against the ID, meanwhile, I discussed. "We've both changed so much, Sugawara."

"You're right, we have. But for the better, you know? I think at the moment I'm mentally healthier than in the past year. And as for you, I think anyone can see that. I don't mean that your time of grief was a mistake, but I'm happy that you've been nicer to yourself."

"Yeah, me too." My words stutter, interrupted by the loud engine behind me. Sugawara and I quickly turn towards the noise, widening our eyes at how close the vehicle was. Suddenly, an ear-piercing honk is signaled from the driver, and I'm quickly pulled from in front of the car to under a streetlight in one's arms.

The action is hasty and happened in just a split second, but enough to save me from being run over. Barely comprehending what had just occurred, I freeze in place just like the slippery road. And as the car honks off, I'm left, once again, alone with Suga. Only this time, uncomfortably in his arms.

Lightning travels down my back once I realize I was being held by a stronger, warmer body. Both my arms were being tightly held by his, and my body barely being separated from his by an inch. I stared right into his eyes, as he did so as well.

"Y/n, you. you've got to be careful. Be careful."

Sugawara's words ring in my ears, as I rapidly blink to regain consciousness. Immediately after, a scatter to search for my school bag, which was thrown only a few feet away from me. After retrieving it, I quickly stand onto my feet and turn to Suga, who's already prepared to continue our walk.

"I'll be careful."

With that, the two of us continue our journey towards home in silence once more.

I've gotta be careful with Sugawara.

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anne-white-star · 3 years

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Au Cheetah!third doctor x reader

Notes : y/n and the doctor go on a adventure to a planet together and the doctor catches the Cheetah virus along the way. read to find out what happends

Please ignore any spelling mistakes thank you 😊

Im so sorry this is a big mess😅 but enjoy anyway

Warnings: implied sexual content please read at your own risk, its not really detailt but its there so you have been warned

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The doctor had decided to take y/n to a far away planet. He thought that y/n would enjoy it and she did the whole day they looked at old stuff and new stuff buildings, performances she even tried new foods she never had taste before.

"I want to show you one more thing" the doctor took y/n her hand and let the way. after 10 minuts of walking they both came to a big tree and there stood a stone bench against it, it over looked a big valey and the sun was begining to set.

"Its absolutly wonderfull" she looked in awe.

The doctor sat down on the stone bench and patted the side next to him "rest your legs we have been walking the whole day" he smiled.

Y/n sat down "i really enjoyed today, we should do this more often"

the doctor smiled back at her "you are right we really should do this more often"

Both of them looked at the sunset when "meow"

Y/n looked around when she looked next to her there sat a big black cat "oh hi there little one" she smiled, the cat walked up to her and started to rub against her leg (I don't know how the kitlings act im sorry if im wrong) "oh you want to sit with us" the cat meowed in respons. Y/n pated a place in between her and the doctor the cat jumped up on the bench and lay down inbetween them the doctor patted the cat his head without looking down on the animal but he kept his eyes on the horizon. after the sun had gone down y/n and the doctor went back to the TARDIS.

"I'll set the TARDIS back in flight to earth you get some sleep y/n we had a long day and you look tired".

"Alright i will see you in the morning doctor" she said while walking away.

The doctor walked around the console "that cat was mutch bigger than i had seen before on that planet but i have seen it before somewhere els but where?...." the doctor mumbled while pressing buttons and pulling levers.

The next morning they were back at unit y/n was still asleep but the doctor was up And about working on a experiment.

"Good morning doctor" y/n walked out the TARDIS.

"Good morning my dear did you sleep wel? "

"I slept fine i was exhousted yesterday so i fell asleep easy" she smiled while sipping her coffee/tea.

The doctor looked at her "y/n could you hand me that tube next to you"

Y/n did as she was asked and gave it to him, she looked him in the eyes "umm doctor i don't want to be rude but have you looked at yourself in the miror this morning?"

"No i haven't how so is something wrong with my hair?"

"No its not your hair"

"What is it then?"

"Its your eyes doctor they arn't blue they are yellow and they look like cat eyes" y/n handed him her pocket miror

"I see what you mean i have seen it before but i can't quite place it unfortanetly....."

"Do you think its bad?"

"Honestly my dear I have no idea"

*Time skip*

"Doctor?"

"Hmm yes?"

"Are you going with me to eat something? I bet the others are already bussy"

"No i stay here i have to find out whats wrong with my eyes"

"Alright do you want me to bring you anything?"

"Just coffee my dear"

"Alright i'll be back in a hour" y/n closed the door and walked away.

"Now i got to find that book" the doctor said mumbeling to himself while walking in to the TARDIS.

As y/n walked in to the cafetaria she saw jo already eating "hi jo"

"Oh hi y/n how was yesterday?

"It was nice i saw a lot of new stuff we went to a market and we had dinner"

"How Nice i bet the doctor is hanging out in his lab again" jo teased

"Yes he is but thats normal the only strange thing is that the doctor his eyes have changed"

"Oh really? How so?"

"Wel they arn't their usual color they are yellow and look like cat eyes"

"Oh wow thats really weird anything ells difrent than the eyes"

"Not that i have seen its just strange"

"Oh wel i bet its nothig y/n"

"I hope so"

"Tell me y/n Do you like him?"

"Who the doctor?...." *sigh* "is it So obvious?"

"Wel yes it is"

"I don't know jo yes i like him but i don't think he's intrested in me"

"Why would you say that? Have you never seen how he looks at you? And the adventure you two went on looked more like a date than an actual adventure"

"Now you say so"

"But you like him?"

"Yes yes i do" y/n smiled softly

When y/n was done with dinner and talking to jo she went by the office of the brigadier she knoked on the door "come in, ah miss y/l/n hows everything?"

"Everything is going alright im here to pick up my papers that need to be looked trough"

"Ah yes here they are" he placed the pile of papers in her hands "hows the doctor doing?"

"He's bussy tinkering around but something weird is going on"

"Oh do tell"

"Wel his eyes have changed they arn't blue they turned in to yellow cat eyes"

"Hmm i see would you mind keeping an eye on him?" (No Pun intended)

"Dont i always Do that?" She raised an eyebrow while grining

"Yes alright" the brigadier grined back

"Well i got to get back If got to bring him his coffee he asked for" she smiled softly.

"Doctor im back and i brought your coffee" y/n opened the door

"Ah wonderfull thank you dear" he smiled and took the cup from her hands

"Umm doctor your teeth" she handed him her pocket miror again

"Oh no"

"What oh no have you found out what it is yet?"

"Not yet i hope to find it out soon"

"Are you starting to turn in to a big cat?"

"A cat?.... but of course y/n you are a genious"

"What?"

"The cat we pet yesterday i think it had a virus with it"

"Do you know what kind of virus?"

"Im not sure i have seen it before but i can't quite place it where" he rubbed his chin and sat down on the desk

"But i pet that cat as wel so why am i not turning in to one" (I don't know if humans can catch the virus like i said i haven't seen the episode yet)

"I have no Idea dear"

"Oh wel i have to do my work and i got to keep an eye on you Mind if i sit here and sort trough the papers?"

"No not at all go on" the doctor stood up And walked to one of his other desks Y/n sat down on one of the lab tables and sorted trough everything.

About 2 hours later y/n was halfway trough sorting the papers. "Ugh i think i'll stop for today i can't concentrate anymore" y/n stood up "i think i'll call it a day im still tired from yesterday but first im going to take a hot bath"

when y/n left something happend in the doctor his head he went in to the TARDIS to his bedroom he started to gather a lot of blankets and cushions he placed them on the big canopy bed and closed three of the four canopy curtains to create a Nice nest for his future mate. When he was done the doctor went back to the lab and he forgot what he just did.

The next morning y/n woke up late round 10 o clock She changed in a dress and high brown boots because y/n wanted to be comfortable in her outfit for the day she walked to the kitchen to get food "what to to get hmm" she looked in the cupboard after y/n looked trough everything she decided to go with (favorite breakfast) after eating y/n went to read something in the library.

When y/n was done reading she went to the doctor's lab "morning sorry i was late i woke up around 10 and went reading something in the library"

"Thats fine my dear would you mind giving me those cables on the bench over there"

Y/n grabed the cables "here you go" she placed them in his hands "any new developments from the virus doctor?"

"Not yet dear but i know what it is"

"Oh do tell"

"Well its the cheetah virus you can catch it from the cheetah people or the kitlings" he showed a picture of a cheetah person

"But we never came acros people who looked like cheetah's.... wait you said kitlings they look like cats right?"

"Yes big black cats that have Sharp teeth..... but of course!!" The doctor stood up "i told you before that the big cat we pated could be responsible for carying a virus that cat was the kitling i catched it from him"

"Um just curious what kind of symptoms are there?"

"Wel my eyes and teeth..... and well"

"Well? Go on"

He sighed "y/n the thing is that it can bring some events with this and its not for everybody"

"What do you mean?"

"Well cheetah people have mating season round this time of the year"

"Oh.. um" y/n started to blush

The doctor cought and rubbed his neck "Anyway would you mind bringing me some coffee?"

"Oh yes of course" y/n turned to the door to fetch some

About 30 minuts later y/n came back with the coffee "here" she placed the coffee in front of him it was already late in the afternoon

"Thank you y/n" he was about to place the cup to his mouth but then he snifed the air "do you smell that?"

"Smell what?" Y/n sat down at where she sat the day before to sort the papers picking up where she left everything to continue

"But don't you smell that then?"

"Doctor i can't smell anything besides dust, old paper and the smell of coffee" She said while not looking up

"It smells like..." he stood up And walked around while smelling the air and he came stand behind her "oh"

"What oh?"

"Its you" the doctor leaned his nose in crook of here neck while inhaling her scent

"D..doctor pl..please stop" she was schaking

"You are ovulating"

"Wh...What?!"

"I told you that we are in mating season round this time of the year and you will be the perfect mate" he wraped his arms around her and picked her up

"D..Doctor put me down p...please"

"No you are mine" his eyes had turned to even smaller slits than before,

Jo heared y/n yelling from the doctor his lab she bursed trough the door with a tranquilizer gun jo shot the doctor in the back of the neck

The doctor let go of y/n and wipped around "Jo what have you...." he stopped mid sentice and fell to the floor.

"Oh jo thank goodness" y/n stood up shaking

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah im fine"

"What was he doing?!"

"Thats the cheetah virus its taking over him"

"Oh goodness what was he trying to do?"

"He wanted to make me his mate"

"Against your wil?"

"Yeah... I thank you for coming in on time" y/n looked at the doctor "we can't leave him just lying on the floor i think its better we bring him to his bedroom come on" y/n grabed him by the legs and jo grabed him by the shoulders together they brought him to his bedroom.

"Umm y/n?"

"Yes what is it jo?"

"Look" y/n turned around and looked at the doctor his bed it was full with blankets and pillows all made in a round shape on the king sized canopy bed

"What the?, where did he get all of this??? Oh never mind lets lay him down" they placed him on the bed "come one jo we got to leave" y/n locked the door and walked away, jo followed her

"What Are we going to do now?"

"To the library to find a book with tips or how we can stop the proces"

About 30 minuts of searching they still din't find what they were looking For "dear old girl would you mind helping us out?" Y/n looked at the celing she waited for a moment thill she heared something fall

"I got it" said jo "oh look it fell exactly on the page where we were looking For"

"Good now we got to make it i know that there is a medical lab in the TARDIS", The TARDIS had rearanged the rooms so that it was right infront of the library "thanks girl" y/n patted the wall "now lets see"

About an hour later the medication was done "so now we have to give it to him" walking out the door they went back to the doctor his bedroom "when will he wake up?"

"Soon we can't wait long"

"I got to keep him up right" y/n sat behind him

"Alright" jo gave the medications to the doctor "he wil wake up About 15 minuts from now"

"I'll stay here you can go on your way again thank you for helping jo"

"Of course y/n be carefull"

About 15 minuts later the doctor did indeed wake up

"Ugh what happend?"

"Well we had to knock you out because Well lets just say stuff was almost about to happen"

"Did i hurt you? Im sorry if i did"

"Its alright doctor but we could't let that happen not without consent or with force"

"I know im sorry y/n" the doctor hide his face in his head

"Its alright" she hugged him "But Look doctor I know you are infected and to be honest with you i have dreamed about becoming all yours but not like that i want to take it Nice and slow and do it savely and not jump in anything to quick" y/n trailed off looking to the side "i really love you doctor and i hope you love me as wel"

"I love you to and Y/n i swear that if you din't want this i would lock myself up And not come out thill this was over" he rubbed his thumb over her cheek. y/n looked at him with big eyes and she leaned in to kiss him, the doctor returned the kiss

"So do you want this?"

"God yes" y/n said breathless

He kissed her again then he started to undress her taking her dress off first when it was on the floor he looked at her "you look absolutly beautyfull" y/n blushed and looked away, the doctor took her chin and softly forced her to look at him y/n looked him deep in the eyes enchanted by their still yellow color. He undressed her tossing everything to the floor and then he undressed him self doing the same with his clothes.

"Are you still sure you want this?"

"As long as it is safe"

"Look in the Nightstand drawer" Y/n looked in there and grabed a condom she gave it to him "i would never do anything against your will y/n I swear".

"I know that doctor" she wraped her arms around his neck

the doctor put the condom on "if it hurts please let me know" y/n nodded.

The next morning y/n woke up entangeled in the sheets and cushions still completly naked "hmm what happend?" And then she remembered what happend the night before, grabbing the blanket she wraped it around her the doctor wasn't next to her anymore. A few minuts later the doctor walked in dressed in a black dressing gown he had a tray in his hands it was full with breakfast.

"Good morning my dear" he kissed her fourhead and placed the tray on her lap

"Good morning"

"Did you sleep wel? " he asked while he nusseld her

"Yeah i did" she started to eat

"Are you cold?"

"Now you say so Yeah a bit"

The doctor stood up And walked to his closet and pulled out a silver satin dressing gown with fur around the sleeves and the end of the tie. He than walked back to her and placed it on her shoulders "here this should do it"

"Thank you" after y/n was done with her breakfast she placed the tray on the night stand, she layed back down the doctor did so as wel he cuddled up to her she was about to fall back asleep when

"Prrrrrr prrrr"

"Uh doctor are you purring?"

"Oh sorry"

"No its alright don't worry" she smiled softly while running her fingers trough his hair.

They both fell asleep knowing that this would pass and that the doctor will be back to normal in a few weeks.

The end

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elsafowl · 4 years

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Spoilers for Las Chicas del Cable season 5!!!

I love how the civil war is depicted. I thought they would tone it down a bit or protect the main characters, but they absolutely didn't. I was shocked by the violence in the first episode, with each character not being on the same side of the war, with both sides doing atrocities to civilians and soldiers alike.

The main story (Lidia going back to Espagna to find Sofía) is a little weak at first, but it allows a lot of secondary (and more interesting) intrigues to be put into place.

Carlos: there is so much to say about him. I am a Carlos fan since the beginning, I liked Lidia/Carlos more than Lidia/Francisco. After the first episode of season 5, I knew there was no way they would go back together, and I was waiting for a redemption arc, but I still didn't expect his death. It's realistic, he was a spy and he double-crossed his side... but still, I couldn't believe it at first. I don't know how to feel or think about his death yet: knowing the context, it makes sense some people would die. But also, Carlos was really played dirty by Lidia, leaving him behind and basically stealing his daughter away from him. But then, he could have tried to contact his daughter during the seven years, instead of becoming a freaking Franco supporter.

Carlota: what the f*ck are you doing, Carlota??? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of her being a journalist and wanting to take pictures and information directly on the front, but her behavior with Óscar?? Shitty, really shitty. For once, we have a lgbt couple, with great representation (they're both bi, with Carlota being a ciswoman and Óscar being a transgender man), and they want to fuck it up? This is really shitty, so I hope they won't make them break up in the second part (if they're not already broken up already). Then, James seems like a nice guy and I liked his little talk with Oscár while developing the photos, but I don't want a new and completely out of the blue stupid and useless couple!

Oscár: well, it wasn't a good half of season for him, for sure. I think I felt the most heartbreak for him: the scene with the Franco general in the room was so frightening and humiliating. I think the actress did a great job portraying her inner heartbreak. She's losing Carlota and her identity, and no one seems to notice.

Marga: SHE WAS SO AWESOME!!! Omg, she was so badass when she tried to oppose the Franco soldiers! A little crazy too, but this season really shows how she changed and became even stronger after these three years of conflict. Also, I loved how she was helping selflessly her neighbours and strangers, I think she was the only character to help others without some sort of secondary purpose or goal behing her actions. And her friendship with her boss (I don't remember his name tho) is cute, I'm glad there wasn't any ambiguity between the two, even when Pablo left to go to the front. Very happy Pablito and Julio managed to survive too!! I don't know how they made it back, but I'm glad!

Sofía & co: I quite liked the new team. They were cute, the romance with Felipe was predictable for a mile away, but I also liked Rosero and Marina (I think? the one who was hurt), they're representing the youth fighting for their ideals, even three years after the beginning of the war. And Sofía and Lidia's relationship was very well developed too: I wasn't expecting them to be so close, but I like it. It's a good homage to Angéles I believe: Sofía is her own character and person, she's new enough to be separated from her mother, but she's also similar to her mother in many ways.

The rest: I didn't mind Francisco being almost non present in the first part. He will probably be more present in the second part, and it made more sense story-wise to have him with Eva in New-York. Plus, it let the space to have Lidia and Carlos share a few scenes together before killing him. Same with Eva: she's 7 or 8 years old in 1939, so she wouldn't be easily inserted in a civil war context. Doña Carmen being the head of the camp was like O.o for me, she is so evil it's not even surprising anymore, actually I even laughed a little because WHAT ARE THE ODDS?? I bet she won't even care that her son died. Also, where is Eliza? I liked to see Cuaves too (is it his name? the police inspector), even if it was for a very short time.

That's it for the moment!! Overall, I truly enjoyed this first part of season 5, I was surprised by some events, shocked by others. If we forget about the state of Carlota love life, I don't think there is an element I totally didn't like - and there is still the second part of the season to repair that. The casting is stellar, the old members like the new ones, and I love the Espagna of the 30s, the architecture and the cars and just the vibe is beautiful, it must have been hard and fascinating to design each decor.

Now we just have to wait for the second part, but I guess it won't be on Netflix for another few months...

#las chicas del cable #cable girls #les demoiselles du téléphone #season 5 #part one #lidia aguilar #carlota rodriguez #marga suarez #oscar ruiz #carlos cifuentes #francisco #spanish civil war #netflix #serie tv #spoilers #BIG SPOILERS #don't say i didn't warn you #i want part two now please

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fandomgirl2312 · 6 years

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Saving Cayde

I can't cope with the fact that Cayde dies...

So I write a fanfiction in which my OC, Ferra (Cayde always calls her „Foxy“ because of her gleaming orange eyes and red, short hair.), an awoken female warlock saves him by sacrificing herself. Boom. (If you can't handle mary-sue shit, don't read this... )

Warning: some gore + angst

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*Ferra POV*

I shot every lousy Scorn that ran towards me, and the blood of dozen fallen beasts staining the front of my visor made it harder for me to aim and make clean shots. And even worse, the adrenaline and rush of the fight was starting to make my hands shake. I sensed that something was wrong, and hoped so, so dearly that nothing happened to Cayde.

That everything would be fine.

My coppern ghost whirled around me, struggling to heal the wounds that were plastered all around my body, but the precise shot of a sniper is what finally made me fall with a pained scream, my head colliding with the ground and helmet shattering in the process, the shards embedding themselves in my skin and barely missing my left eye.

I grunted when I felt the pulsing pain in my leg and squinted my eyes, trying to focus on my enemies through the blur of my vision.

I could almost not escape the snapping maw of a Scorn, it's yellowish teeth only a few centimeters away from my face, and emitted a wave of solar energy from my hand to send the alien flying in the other direction.

As a result of dodging the attack while already sitting on a steep edge, I tilted back too far and began rolling down the ledge, so I reopened the wounds Eve, my ghost, just healed.

She immediatly cursed something in vex-language and swapped back to english after de-materializating from my side:

'Would you PLEASE stay still for just ONE second? I can't do my work if you keep moving and jumping!'

I finally regained control of my fast descent as I got hold of a cable that hung out of the damaged and crooked ground-plate.

I crashed against the now even steeper ground and a pained wheeze for air left my protesting lungs as the wind was knocked out of me.

I had to stop myself from swooning and looked up instead, seeing that the scorn have found a weapon stand.

'easier said than done!'

The sentence left my mouth quiet and pressed, and I looked over my shoulder, down into the now not so deep abyss. A few broken stories underneath me was a quiet battlefield, and I started to feel sick when I saw the precise headshot on every dead prisoner. That could only be Cayde's work. This could mean he is either fine and has already met Petra, bragging about his Kills and how cool he must have looked.

Or...

My ghost materialized directly next to my ear, her voice immediately screeching.

'...been working with you for YEARS now. FOR. YeARS! You know how pissed I get when you don't let me do my job, and you don't...'

I rolled my eyes when Eve's nagging voice brought me back to reality, and I looked up again to see that some scorn began to climb down towards me, gun in hand, already aiming at me and Eve.

My eyes widened as the first salve flew by my head, so I snatched my ranting and now utterly protesting ghost out of the air and let go of the cable, jumping backwards to the lower platform.

A small light-jump curbed our fall, and as soon as I hit the ground again, I limped, as best as I could, into the shadows of the higher floors. The scorn seemed, surprisingly, not interested in following us. Eve has finally turned silent and got to work, so I let myself slump against a wall and slide to the ground, wounded leg stretched out.

I pulled my broken helmet off my face, the shards of the Visor still stuck in my skin.

I pulled on the shards with some light I formed in my Hand, all pieces leaving the cuts clean and net even hurting anymore.

Eve carefully weaved the thin strings of light in the hole the bullet left in my leg, and the light did the rest.

I took the minute to check my ammunition and reloaded my pistol, my eyes falling on the side of the weapon.

It had a cranky, smudgy text written on it, and I smiled when I read it for the hundredth time:

Cayde was here :3

I didn't really know when he has written this, and I didn't really care. But it was from him, and that's all that counts.

Suddenly, oh so suddenly, the single shot of an all too familiar gun, the Ace of Spades, ripped the momentum of silence, and my head whipped to the direction it was coming from, gun raised, panic at high levels.

Eve has already finished her work, and her optic looked troubled, almost scared in my eyes, the coppern shell reflecting the light of the fires around us.

I immediately stood up and ran-floated, as quiet as I could, towards the collapsed concrete wall, where the sound was coming from.

And as I slowly, slowly neared the corner, I focused on the sounds that came from the other room.

I almost didn't hear the faint and pained cough of a mechanic vocal chord, and I snapped around the corner, forgetting all my caution.

I froze.

My gun slipped out of my hand, colliding with the ground soundly, but I didn't hear anything.

My worst nightmares have turned to reality.

It was Cayde.

Wounded.

On the ground.

And his ghost was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as I defroze, I stumbled towards him, tears already threatening to escape my eyes.

This was supposed to be a normal Mission, like all the thousand missions before. Going in, having fun shooting bad guys, going out, laughing. But not this time.

I collapsed by his side, and the vents in his neck immediately whirred a bit louder, his optics refocused on the tears on my face and another pained wheeze left his vocals.

Eve immediately came to my side, scanning him and his wounds, already concentrating: But then, she stopped, looking at me, her shards expressing sadness, and I knew immediately that she couldn't help, even if she tried to. My shuddering hands slowly rested on his chest, feeling the incredible heat of his processors working so hard to keep him alive, and even more tears started leaving my eyes.

'Hey foxy...' another strangled cough left him.

His hand calmly took hold of my trembling ones, and I smiled through the tears, looking into his eyes again.

I saw him give up, finishing up with his live, and it broke my heart to see that.

And suddenly, my heart stopped.

Technically, I COULD save him. With some Warlock-magic, it SHOULD be possible.

I knew, Ikora forbid us to perform rituals like these, but in that moment I didn't care, only one thought flew through my mind. And that was saving Cayde.

I repositioned myself and closed my eyes, I crossed my legs, straightened my posture and breathed. Concentrated. Focused on the light in the room.

I felt the robotics light, faint and disappearing, right in front of me, and I laid my hand on his chest yet again, this time calm and not shuddering.

Cayde was too far gone, too close to death to react, and I slowly grasped the light in him, pulling at it, keeping him close and giving him the light that was within me.

At the same time, my other hand floated over his body, forming runes, and I started to feel that the ritual worked. I opened my eyes and saw, but mostly heard, how the metal plates in his face bent back into place, I on the other hand suddenly felt strong and disgustingly stinging pain in my jaw.

I gave him my light and took his injuries.

That's what saves him.

But kills me.

Eve finally realizes what I am doing and her optics change from a confused to a shocked expression, and then to a pained one, her shards loosing all her gleam and all her strenght.

Cayde's optics snapped back to life and he gasped for breath, immediately looking at me, seeing what I am doing.

I already took most of his wounds, and I felt bruises form all over my Body. But when my Hand floated over to the gazing hole in his chest where the bullet of his own gun struck him, he gripped my arm and held it incredibly tight.

'Don't...' was all he could mutter, still too weak to do anything else, and his gleaming blue eyes held so much pain in them. But it wasn't physical pain.

I started to tear up even more, and I bit my lip, forming all my strenght that was left to perform the last ritus. I thought about how the city would need him, the vanguard of hunters, far more than me, a expirable, simple warlock. And I knew, after I have done that last move, there would be no turning back. I would be doomed to die, to really die. But he would live. And that's what counted.

So I just moved my Hand over the point where the bullet sank in his metal form, his hand on my arm not able to stop me.

I wasn't ready for the searing pain that shot in my chest, and I opened my tightly shut eyes again to look at the mech's chest. The hole started to close by itself, and instead the pain in my chest got worse.

There was almost no light left in me, and I stopped the transition of life between me and Cayde, gripping at my chest with one hand and slumping down.

Blood oozed out of the fresh wound and stained my once pearl white uniform, and the dark room around me started to blur out. The sounds turned strange, and I saw the weak flickering light of Eve, who wasn't able to help me because there was no light left in all the three of us.

I was about to tip backwards and lose consciousness when a strong and hard arm wrapped around my back.

But I still only limped against it, my head falling back and my neck arching.

Then I felt a gloved hand in my neck, pulling my head upright and I winced in pain. Bright orange eyes collided with blue optics, both in pain, both troubled.

'No... foxy... dammit Ferra!'

He stopped to look up at the ceiling, his jaw slightly clenching as he suppressed to scream and cry at the same time. And even now, when hand in hand with death, I smiled and couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful face, but at the same time felt sorry to make it look so pained.

He started rocking me back and forth in his arms in a distressed and lost way, and I whispered with unexpected calmness:

'You look really old without your cape'

His optics landed down on me again, oily tears leaving his eyes as he lost control. His head sunk to my shoulder, sobs rocking his body. I lifted my hand slowly and tugged the hood of his cape over his head, pulling him closer, seeking some sort of comfort in the endless cold of death crawling towards me. I tried to comfort him with small words, to soothe him as I faded away, and my eyes fell on my gun I had left at the entrance to the room.

'Eve... my gun...'

She immediately understood my plea and swirled towards the crimson red pistol. The ghost pinched the holster of the gun and lifted it up with great effort, her flight back to my hand strongly swaying up and down.

I sighed when she dropped it in my hand, the familiar feel of it's handle comforting me.

Cayde was lost in my arms, sobbing quietly to himself, gripping me tight, so I gently tugged at the arm that was slung around my neck.

The exo slowly lifted his face from the crook of my neck and looked at the gun in my hand, chuckling low with sad tone to it when his eyes fell on his writing.

'I thought you would re-paint it...'

I tried to smile, but started coughing as the strong pain shot through my chest again.

The blue optics looked at me again, worried, pained, saddened. And when I pressed my gun in his hand, the expression got worse.

'Take good care of Eve for me... and get your gun back...'

He nodded slightly, closing his eyes and pulling me closer again, putting the gun in his empty holster.

I slung my arms around him again, listening to the soft and strong whirr of processors and vents in his body, remembering that he would live, that he would carry on.

I smiled when I felt his warmth, his presence, his entire being with me.

I felt my heart flutter, I felt it grow weaker, I felt it struggle...

The world completely darkened around me, and the last thing I heard

was the pained scream of a hunter.

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Help me I have serious trouble with sleeping since forsaken came out...

That actually was my first fanfic... and english isn't my mother tongue xD

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my-mystic-messenger · 7 years

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Okei so I read the military HC thingy (I freakin loved it) and I was wondering if you could write a scenario of Jaehee reacting to Male!MC (or female, your choice) surprising her at a RFA party after being away for a little more than 2 years in the army, like actual fighting part of it (the RFA wouldn't know them). You don't have to if you don't want to!! It's your choice cause you're the amazing author and I understand if you don't want to do it!!

This was an interesting take on things.Since there are no male MC’s in the game, nor any in my MC-Squad, Ibasically had to design a new male MC for this one. Not that I mind.He is very similar to Myung-Dae Chang, both character as well as lookwise. Maybe he’s her brother? I dunno. Not that anyone cares. Anyway:Meet Min-Kyung Chang !

I really hope that you like it!

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Fandom: Mystic MessengerRating: General Warnings: NoneCategories: F/MRelationships: Male!MC x JaeheeWord count: 1550

Jaehee had been amidst greeting theguests when she’d heard someone playing around with the mic on thebig stage. No one was talking or saying silly things, but she’d heardthe familiar sound of the moving cables and someone tapping at themicrophone to check whether the boxes were working. They were, a loudsound making everyone’s head snap around to glare at the stage andwhoever was causing the ruckus. Jaehee sighed, waving Zen over togreet the guests in her place so she could check what was going on.

Usually Jaehee was the one responsiblefor the speech and general introduction of the party. Thereforsomebody else meddling with the microphone was unnecessary and sheworried it was Luciel pulling some sort of prank. Ever since Mi-Hihad taken over organizing the RFA parties and helped him through theslump he’d found himself in, Saeyoung had been even more obnoxiousthan before. He’d made it his mission to make his brother and fiancéelaugh as much as humanly possible. Sadly it was usually at theexpense of others.

However, when she reached theauditorium the room was filled with guests, darkened completely otherthan the light shining onto the stage. Still, no matter how hard shetried, Jaehee could neither squeeze her way through, nor was she tallenough to look over everyones heads. All she could do was listen as afamiliar song began to play, the soft melody of a single, simpleguitar silencing the entire room. Jaehee’s heart sunk at the firstnote, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of hearing thefamiliar voice that followed.

Suddenly Zen was behind her, twostrong hands resting on her shoulders, smiling down at her. He handedher a tissue, one that Jaehee hadn’t even noticed the needed untilshe was wiping away the tears running down her cheeks. Min-Kyung.Min-Kyung singing the song they’d dance to at a University dance, theone they’d officially become a couple. Min-Kyung, her first love, theone she’d dated happily for years. Min-Kyung, the one that she’d letget away almost three years ago when he’d gone off to war, leavingher behind.Jaehee couldn’t blame him. He’d needed thefinancial support the army offered. It wasn’t like he’d abandonedher. In fact, they’d actually briefly entertained the thought ofgetting married right before his deployment. That way he could havetaken her along wherever he had to move. It had been Jaehee who’drefused and despite all the love, looking back at it she knew it hadbeen the right decision. She’d finally gained independence, found herown off-campus apartment and gotten a job at C&R International.It would have killed her to go with him.Sadly, it also killedher that she didn’t. She’d missed Min every single day. Especiallyduring those lonely nights after yet another day buried under loadsand loads of work making her question whether she was at the rightplace in her life. Calling him was difficult, however, and by thetime she got a chance to reply to his letters Jaehee didn’t want toruin those short moments of unison by crying about such mundaneproblems. Especially considering that Min was somewhere risking hisactual life on a daily basis.

However, as weeks started to blur intomonths letters became more and more rare. Eventually they started toshorten as well and when Min announced that his deployment would lasteven longer – months suddenly turning into years – their contacthad broken off completely. Both of them had been to immersed in theirown lives and problems to keep the relationship going the way they’dwanted it to. Sometimes it was simply better to break things offwhile they are still good instead of running them into the groundcompletely.

Still, Jaehee had never forgotten aboutMin, often times talking to him in her mind, imagining what he wouldsay if he were there. She’d never moved on from him either, one ofthe many reasons she hadn’t dated in the past couple of years. Fromthe sound of it, she hadn’t been the only one still hung up on theother. She’d been so mesmerized by the singing she’d apparently notheard a word that Zen said, only being shaken out of her trance whenhe began pushing her forward, people actually making way now that Zenwas involved.

“W-What are you doing”, Jaehee stuttered,not as sovereign as she would have liked to be. “I’m getting you tothe front row and close to the stage. Someone is waiting there foryou and from the looks of it you’re eager to see that someone too.”The closer they got to the stage the stronger Jaehee’s heart began tobeat in her chest to the point she felt it hammer in her throat. Itwas increasingly hard to breathe and Jaehee soon began to feel dizzy.There were just so many things that could possibly go wrong and hermind was going over all of them.She wasn’t the young, livelygirl Min had left behind. Her hair was chopped off, she wore uselessglasses now and the bags under her eyes were deeper and darker thanever before. Despite having been skinny to begin with, Jaehee hadlost even more weight due to stress and poor eating habits to thepoint she considered herself much too thin. Sadly, there was littleshe could change about it, as work came first. Not only her looks hadchanged, however, but her character too. She’d turned almost bitterwhile Min was every cheery. However, the second she laid eyeson the man performing just for her all the worries were gone. Thehands from her shoulders disappeared as Zen retreated and along withhim it seemed like the whole world disappeared too. There was justMin, looking very different and yet the same. His hair and body hadchanged, his face had grown manlier and his glasses were gone and yetit was that very same smile he’d always reserved just for Jaehee thatlured her right back in. Years had passed and yet she felt as atpeace around him as ever.

Once he’d finished performing the songhe’d thanked the audience for the patience, handed the guitar over tothe band putting up their stuff and jumped of the stage to go seeJaehee. His eyes glanced over the crowd until finally their eyeslocked. The way his face lit up upon seeing her was probably the mostbeautiful and reassuring thing Jaehee had ever seen in her entirelife. He pushed through the people and towards her, wrapping his armsaround her and swirling her around. Jaehee blushed, happy that mostpeople didn’t seem to notice.

“God, I missed you so much”,he whispered, holding Jaehee against his chest. The words made herbody heat up and she was more than thankful that while the gesturehad been grand, Min had decided to keep such declarations private. Hepulled away from the hug only enough to look Jaehee up and down, hisbeam turning soft as he cupped her face, trailing the line of hercheekbone with his thumb. “Jaehee, my little bird, so much hashappened and yet I love you just as much as I did when I left. Isthere any hope…you might feel the same?”It was a loadedquestion and Jaehee felt herself hesitating. Not because she didn’t,but because she was nervous about what such admission would mean.Both of them had changed and therefor they would have to get to knowone another from start, see whether their new versions still workedout as well as their younger versions did. Still, leaning againsthim, strong arms resting on her hips and giving her halt, Jaehee knewthat she did and probably always would. So she returned the smile andnodded. “Yes, I feel the same but Min - “

He cut her off, pressing a fingeragainst her lips. “No more words tonight. I know what you want tosay. We are grown-ups now and puppy love doesn’t work anymore. I knowwe changed and missed a lot of time in each others lives, but I’mmore than willing to work on that, even if it takes me a lifetime.For tonight, however, let’s go back to the past where everything wasstill innocent, yes?” Jaehee was confused at his words until hereached into the pocket of his blazer and got out the exact samecorsage he’d gotten Jaehee for their first date.

Jaehee laughed. Laughed in a way shehadn’t in a long time. Something about Min just managed to make herfeel light and free again, no matter what. So she held out her wrist,watching with delight as he put the corsage around it carefully,pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. He bowed like a gentlemanbefore pulling her impossibly close, starting their little dance thatwas new and yet so familiar. Later Jaehee would ask him a million questions, allowing reality to slowly catch up to them, but for those couple ofhours, the world was pure, perfect and theirs.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #jaehee kang #jaehee #request #ficlet #headcanon #scenario #mc x jaehee #male!mc

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