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rubythoughts · 2 months

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This can’t be happening.

After all that she went through in her last gane, he can’t be this saddistic.

He can. She is so concentrated on the throbbing between her legs that she doesn’t realize when he’s sitting down next to her.

Her lips tremble with a little quiet moan while the little vibrator stuck between her folds edges her again. Chishiya chuckels as the vibration stops and she is suddenly more clear. Himiko frowns but doesn’t have the energy to move more.

- You find this funny?

- Delightful, actually.

She wants to say another thing but she’s yet again stopped by the vibrations that keep her so painfully close to orgasm. Himiko breathes in and tries to focus on Usagi’s swimming, unsuccessfully.

- It’s been 3 hours, stop already.

His half smile is more enfuriating when the vibrator starts again, this time with a longer hold and she really believes he’s granting her that sweet release. But he’s not and tears slip through her eyes. If it wouldn’t be so public he would actually try to help her come, but voyeurs were never a thing for him.

The tears are too much though, he must have overestimated the situation somehow. She tries to hide a sobb when the vibrations start again, short and repetitive.

- Beg me to stop and I might.

She almost yells at him.

- Please.

- That’s not really begging isn’t it?

- Please, Chishiya.

She is serious and he knows it too, the look on her face is priceless though. So messed up, edged so many times and so willing to come - if he would as much as put a finger on her she might collapse.

- Get up, go to my room and undress.

She is too dizzy to process, but she does it. Anything for the release she’s chasing.

The buzzer starts a few times until she gets there but once she drops her bikkini bottoms to the floor the temptation to just get it out and use her fingers is so big, she almost gives in. She likes the challenge but maybe this time it was too far.

He finds her with her hands almost touching that bundle of nerves in her core, only one more second and she might have slipped.

- Such a good girl for me.

He kneels between her legs and once the vibrator starts once more, his lips - barely touching her clit - form one single word:

- Come.

And she does, while his tongue is now caressing every inch of her womanhood to help her ride the so-long-waited orgasm. She slips somewhere between conscious and unconscious for a few moments and opens her eyes to Chishya replacing the little gadget with his own fingers. He touches all the right spots and his mouth is still on her kissing, licking and sucking every sensitive area and she’s once more tensing with an orgasm.

His other hand is busy with his own issue: his grown bulge threatening to spill any second now, at the sight of her.

They find release together: he hits something inside her that feels so unholly and sweet while she scream his name for the whole Beach to hear.

He’s the one standing up first, wetting a towel and cleaning her after all her arousal went down her legs together with his release now.

Himiko snores softly once he reaches to cover her up with a blanket. He takes one of the books she has around and sits on the chair by the window.

The vinrator buzzes in weird rythms now, discarded on the floor. Chishiya looks for someone in the crowd of partying people.

…..

Kuina is holding a little remote with only one button, staring at it with annoyance and pressing it rythmically. He asked her to hold on to it and not press it but he should know better.

Besides, he didn’t tell her what it does, of course she pressed it. And so many times with no result!

Disappointing.

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Long time no see! Let’s say this is just a thought I had one day - nothing much but I sure hope you like it!

No beta. Smut, explicit content

#chishiya shuntaro #beautiful #aib chishiya #chishiya x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya smut #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya fanfic #toys #imaginative play #playing with my pussy #aib roleplay #alice in borderland #arisu ryohei #usagi tsukino #kuina hikari

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dorytoss · 1 month

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i've been so busy setting up my new let's play that I haven't played my time of my life challenge sobb.

and the thing about me is i love the feeling of setting up a gameplay but then when I actually play it, I feel bored.

hopefully this one escapes the curse

#ts4 #rant #blablabla

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s-4pphics · 9 months

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UGHH MISSED U SM TOO😞 IVE BEEN SO BUSY I wanna sobb, I hate being busy fr (I'm lazy as hell)

-🚬

MEEEEEE😞😞😞

#🚬nonnie

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lblogss · 2 years

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Hi, can you do a fanfic on if Sander got his own season? I would really like it :)

Hiii anon, I'm so so so incredibly sorry for my late reply!! Life has been rushing by so fast and my procrastinating ass kept forgetting to answer 😭 But better late than never!

I unfortunately am gonna have to disappoint you that I'm not gonna be writing a Sander season fic. I'm truly sorry!! (I have a small surprise at the end of the post tho!) Classes have started again and I'm busy with my side job too. And I can't deny that I'm too scared that I won't do Sander justice. Especially since my English/writing skills isn't that good, and I would want to give my 100% to it if I would go for it, cause Sander deserves it so much and I would want it to be perfect. But I unfortunately really don't have the time for that, I'm really sorry! :(

BUT! I found these two fics where other beautiful talented fic writers do have written a fic about a Sander season. Hopefully this is something that you're looking for and will satisfy you a little bit (if you haven't read them already 😉)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31007603 (peaceoutofthepieces, 30k)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27111166 (ineedadrinkorsleep, 2k)

So the little surpriseee 👀 I don't want to fully disappoint you, so I do am planning on writing a very fluffy, soft autumn / wintertime fic of sobbe! 🥳❤️ It will be filled with warm cuddles, cozy blankets, rain tapping against the window, soft whispers, kisses and yeah... you probably get the vibe 🌧️❤️✨🍂☕😉

I'm really sorry once again, but I hoped I helped you at least a little bit! ❤️

#sobbe #cute anon #new fic plans #it sounds a bit vague but it's just gonna be fluffy and soft 😊

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crazyztrain · 2 years

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Mystogan x Reader (Fairy Tail) Chapter 5

3rd POV

Even though the sun was out, the weather in the north was harsher than Y/N is used to. Therefore she was happy to see Mystogan arrive at the market place shortly after her. She immediately waved him over with a smile, although she also seemed slightly dejected.

"Did everything go well?," Mystogan asked, relieved to see Y/N free from any injuries.

"Yes and no. Everyone was very nice but I didn't get any information on the dark mages. I do know where the latest monster attack happen though," she let out a sigh. When Mystogan told her that he was more successful in this regard Y/N felt her spirit rise even if she was a bit envious. She really wanted to show Mystogan that she can be helpful on this mission.

As if she was an open book to him, the blue-haired mage scanned the area before suggesting, "How about we find a restaurant and have lunch? The wind is a bit cold and inside we can exchange information. I'm curious to hear what you found out." Y/N beamed at him and pointed towards a restaurant on the other side of the market place.

They found a secluded table in the corner of the room. After ordering Mystogan took a look around to ensure there weren't any people around to overhear their conversation. "So, what do we have partner?", Y/N placed her face in her hands, propped up on the table.

"It seems the monsters in the mountains might be controlled by the dark guild. The guild exists, but the man who told me about this said that no one knows where the guild is located. However, members of the guild come into town and threaten the citizens regularly. They also extort protection money from all store owners."

"Those bastards!", Y/N exclaimed before clasping her hands over her mouth. Mystogan's eyes widened the slightest bit but soon held pure amusement when he watched the girl stammer apologies with a bright red face.

"I see you must have spent a lot of time with Natsu and Gray," he chuckled.

"But it really is terrible. No wonder the people here are afraid to speak about it," Y/N's gaze help worry and sympathy for the people of Vecca.

"I agree with you Y/N. And what did you find out?"

At this, Y/N rummaged through her bag and pulled out a map. "Well, it isn't much but this here," she pointed to a circled area on the map," is where a group of monsters attacked three days ago."

Mystogan thought for a moment, "This is good information, we could take a look around this area tomorrow. Perhaps we'll find some hints about the dark guild." Y/N agreed and just at the right time the food arrived. Watching Mystogan eat his meal in a laborious way promted a snort to leave Y/N's lips. Her hand immediately moved to cover her mouth, "I'm sorry, I can't believe I've only been showing you such an unsightly display. The way you eat just looks so absurd, I'm not sure if I should laugh or pity you for this predicament."

"It's okay, you have been nothing but a delight. Actually I have to thank you," Mystogan admitted softly.

"Oh, for what?", Y/N blinked.

"For your consideration. Not once have you probed me about the mask."

"No need to thank me. It doesn't impact this partnership, so even if I'm curious it's none of my business. I'm sure you would tell me if you could, so don't worry about it," Y/N's smile was soft and reassuring.

Mystogan did not move, maybe he didn't even breathe. It was as if he couldn't believe his ears, but seeing the earnest look in Y/N's eyes he relaxed visibly. "Thank you," he uttered before averting his gaze to his meal. Meanwhile, Y/N's eyes were trained at the counter. There seemed to be a commotion but Y/N could only judge by the expressions on the faces of the owner and what must be his wife. The woman had tears in her eyes and through a gap in the door the mage saw a doctor with a stern look on his face.

"Even the doctor can't say what is causing her illness."

"Then we'll bring in another doctor!", the man whisper-yelled.

"What if they just tell us the same thing? We can't afford any more doctors," the woman sobbed.

At this point Mystogan has also directed his attention to the couple. He almost missed it when Y/N stood up and approached them.

"I'm sorry", she caught their attention, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but I overheard that someone is ill?", she inquired politely.

"Don't worry, our kitchen is clean and steril," the man reassured without looking Y/N in the eye.

"Oh no, I'm not asking about that. I just travelled here from Magnolia and I specialize in healing magic," Y/N explained carefully. The man gave her a skeptical look which Y/N understood considering the kind of experience they have made with the dark mages here. He was about to say something when his wife grabbed Y/N's hands over the counter, "Please help my little girl!" She also nudged her husband and gave him a desparate look.

"I can take a look at her. Is she here?", Y/N asked to which the lady tugged on her hands to guide her around the counter. However, a hand on Y/N's shoulder held her back. When she looked back, Mystogan's face came into view, eyes golding a hint of worry.

"Is it alright if I accompany my partner? I feel restless leaving her alone for too long in an unfamiliar place," he requested respectfully. The couple watched him quizzically but eventually agreed. They guided the mages into a small lounge at the back of the restaurant. Y/N's eyes immediately went to a small girl lying on a couch. Her black her was sprawled out in thin strands and her skin was ashen. Her eyes were closed her breathing was heavy. The girl was also so skinny that Y/N wondered aloud how long she has been sick.

"Over two weeks now. Three doctors have been here but nobody can find the cause, let alone a cure," the man explained.

"And you think this woman can do more for the girl?", the doctor from earlier came up behind them.

"I can't know that yet, but my magic allows me to see things not visible to the sheer eye", Y/N explained calmly.

"Oh please. You think anything can be solves with a little magic, when you don't even have the slightest knowledge about medicine. An overconfident breat is just what we need," the doctor bellowed. Y/N was just about to respond when Mystogan stepped in, effectively shielding her from the doctor's glare.

"My very much qualified partner will need a quiet environment to treat the patient. If you cannot remain silent perhaps you could also wait outside," the blue-haired mage declared politely but his voice was as sharp as a knife.

Y/N had to bite back a smile and decided to no longer pay any mind to the rude doctor. She crouched down next to the couch in order to be at eye level with the girl.

"Hello, my name is Y/N and this here is Mystogan. May I ask for your name?", the young woman introduced herself softly. Heavy lidded eyes fluttered open to reveal dull, sunken eyes. The colour still appeared topaz brown.

"I'm Mio. Are you also a doctor?", the girl whispered in a raspy voice.

"Nice to meet you Mio. Actually I'm a mage. Is it okay if I touch you?" Mio nodded. Y/N placed her hands over the girls chest and stomach. "Body scan", she whispered before speaking to Mio.

"How old are you Mio?"

"I'm almost eight."

Chapter 6

#fairytailxreaderinsert #fairy tail imagine #fairy tail x reader #fairy tail fanfiction #mystogan #mystogan imagine #mystogan x reader #Mystogan Fernandes #mystoganxreader #fairy tail #mystoganxreaderinsert #mystoganxreaderimagine #mystoganxyn #fairytailxyn

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voidselfshipp · 2 years

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Paranormal Roomate

Cw: hurt/confort (none of the things my s/I says actually happened)

Summary: Jerico finds out shes sharing her house with someone unsual.

Only mutuals allowed to rb.

-> for this fanfic, I use the AU and visuals of "krosrios " on Instagram. (Aka. Dark//danny//Dan is older than me and the oldest of the feng.ton siblings)

Taglist: @tex-treasures @mercuryships @malewifehenrycooldown

Okay this was weird.

Jerico swears she had put that glass somewhere else, but whatever. Maybe she just imagined it.

Calmly painting away, she almost doesnt notice the sounds of heavy stepping. She stops, and tries to see if they come from outside. But then theres only silence.

"Weird" she thinks, to then shrug, and Keep painting.

Unbeknownst to her there was something going on, a local ghost decided it was a good idea to mess with her, scaring her with loud noises or weird sounds, footsteps.

Jeri at one point got used to it, to the point of talking directly to the ghost itself.

--I need to study, Keep it quiet!-- she said to the air, to then Open up her note books.

And what do you know, the ghost actually complied.

This ghost didnt seem to interact with her besides scaring the daylights out of her or eating food out of her fridge. But today was the exception.

Jerico closed the door of her house a bit too hard, locking it and leaving the keys on its usuall spot.

She threw her bag and jacket on the Office hair and plummeted in the bed. Letting out a loud sigh.

She curled up under the blankets, tears soon to follow as she hugs herself, and sobbs heavily.

She felt the weight of two muscly arms wrap around her waist behind her, something solid against her back. Shes too busy crying her eyes out that she doesnt freak out, only lean in the touch.

A soft and faint aquamarine glow catches her attention, she turns her head and is met with a heavily muscular Man, white flowing hair in a ponytail, red eyes and light Teal skin, wearing a black turtleneck and leather pants with combat boots.

The ghost clears his throat,after some seconds of silence he asks, almost in defeat-- What happened?

Jeri looks up at him, puffy eyes and red cheeks from crying, she just says--Bad day..

He sighs and pushes her head against his chest, body curling against her own in almost a protective manner.

--wanna talk 'bout it?-- The ghost said.

--...I dont know where to start...-- she made a pause, tanking a deep broken breath--remember that test I was studying for? I failed it, then there was so Many loud noises, ive heard them all day, someone poked fun at my insecurities....--she sniffed, the ghost Man looking down at her.

He says nothing and only hugs her tighter, anger in his chest directed at the person who dared make her feel bad.

--Easy...ive...ive got you now..-- he whispered against her hair, feeling her relax, still quiet.

They spent twenty minutes like that, in absolute silence.

--So youre the ghost that has been terrorizing me for months huh?-- Jeri asked, a faint tone of joking present.

--Hey..it never gets old-- he replied with a smirk, sharp fangs poking through his lips.

--Youre quite good looking-- jerico said off handedly-- I imagined you being like...a sheet ghost?

His flaming hair puffs up, cheeks turning a Darker shade of Teal-- Sheet ghost? Really?!

--hey! I dont know how ghosts look like!-- Jerico deffended herself, still joking.

He snorted-- well, cant blame you, I know for a fact that you dont like scary movies...you dont have any idea how ghosts look like

--that fact being that youve been living rent free in my house?

--i -- you-- he sighed-- youre the only one that lets me stay...

--Yeah I know..this house feels empty when im the only one living here...-- Jerico agreed.

--Uh..thanks for lettin' me stay..-- He looked away, awkwardly-- Figured you could use my name...Im Dan..

--Nice to meet you, Dan, im jerico

He chuckled thinking "dork"-- you better now?

--Yeah, thank you

--Dont mention it, hey...--his tone became softer-- ill make you some tea, you just..stay here..

--never thought the ghost who liked to scare the living shit out of me would take care of me like that

--You grew on me, youre too sweet-- Dan answered-- 'sides, if youre sad I cant scare you

--Haha, I like you too, dan-- jeri added sarcastically

He let out a happy "hmmpht" and flew through the wall to the kitchen.

Of course he knew how she liked her tea..., hes been living with her for months.

Though, a part of him was happy that he finally spoke to her, he didnt thought that he would get a crush on her when he first started scaring her. But she was very sweet, and a good person, and he couldnt help himself.

Jerico meanwhile had time to process what just happened. She grew fond of this ghost living with her, but now she had the smallest crush on him. I mean. He was very handsome.

Since then, Dan and Jeri became best Friends, and roomates, sort of.

Turns out, the beefy ghost was good at cuddling, and it didnt take long before Dan realized she had a crush on him. So, one night, they cuddled up in the sofá with some blankets and drinks, watching a movie, she was sitting on his lap, Back to his chest, both wrapped in a big blanket.

--Hey...-- he said, a bit scared-- I like you...

--Like you as in...*like* you like you? Romantically?

He looked away-- Uh- yeah..

Jeri made a pause as if she was processing what she just heard-- well..thats good..because I like you too..

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, to then move to her lips and kiss her with all his strenght, which was a lot..

Jerico kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

--I love you-- he spat out without thinking, love overwhelming Him.

--I love you too...-- She replied leaning in for another kiss. The movie becoming more of a background noise now...

#👻😈💚🖤| dark//danny

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that-one-rat-in-the-cupboard · 2 years

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Lil' snippit from a story I'm working on

Characters: (All Pirates of the Caribbean) Davy Jones, Will Turner, Uma Jones [oc]

Paring: Davy Jones x (daughter) oc [platonic]

Backstory: Davy Jones hooked up with a woman on his one day on land 19 years ago. He doesn't know he has a daughter. (May be ooc but, meh)

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Tears flowed from her eyes, porly hidden by the mist bowing through the air. Blood trailed down her back as salty sea water stung the criss-crossed lashes just bestowed upon her by the captain of the Dutchman. She had been sailing with the crew for a little over a year now. This was the first time the captain gave her lashes, and the eleventh time she was ever given any.

With shaking legs, she started to turn around to continue her work, facing the back of her captain. Her knees fell from under her, landing her a harsh thud on the splintering deck. Tears flowed like raging rivers, carving canals in her cheeks and chin as her sobbs grew louder, crying over the whipping wind. The same wind that forced the fabric of her headdress into her face, a poor excuse at wiping her tears. Her arms wrapped around her chest and shoulders in a pethetc excuse for a comforting hug.

Captain Davy Jones scoffed as he heard her wails, eyes peircing her very soul as he glanced over his shoulder to spout a few simple, yet harsh words, "Get back ta' work!"

Her wails quickly simmered down to whimpers as he turned away from her once more.

"Mercy...please, mercy..." she begged so quietly even the captain was suprised he had heard it.

With a sisnister yet amused chuckle, he turned back to her, "What makes ya think you deserve my mercy?"

Her teeth ground together as her eyes squeezed shut, begging for the tears to stop. Rage slowly began to build. She knew he didn't know, but that didn't stop her from yelling through the wind and mist as she tore off her headdress, "Because I'm your daughter, damnit!"

Her headdress was fisted into her palm, pressed against the dark deckboards as straight, long black hair spilled over her shoulders, pooling at her knees like octopus ink, glistening in the mist of the sea. Along with inky hair, tenticales fell to the deckboards. They were the same color as Davy Jones, and when she raised her head to look him in the eye, he could only see a copy of his own.

The whip in his hand clattered to the ground, his face coated in a blanket of disbelief, guilt, and slight confusion. Even his crew were shocked. They didn't know he had a daughter, and they could tell from his recation, he didn't know either. After a moment, he snapped himself back to reality, a scowl growing on his face once more, "Turner!"

Will Turner stepped forward before his father could, "Yes, captain?"

Davy Jones didn't give him so much as a glance before speaking, "Patch her wounds."

The words were simple, but it shocked everyone. Their Captain had made it adamant that if you got injured while working, you kept working and delt with it later. He was allowing two people in his crew to skip work for 'insignificant reasons' as he had called it in the past. For the first time, his crew had seen him show mercy.

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May take a while for the whole story to come out, (I'm thinking about 3 or 4 parts, maybe 5). Keep in mind I haven't fully finished watching Dead Man's Chest (I will today though!) so if Davy Jones or Will or anyone else seems a bit ooc, I apologize! If I feel the need to edit after I finish the movie, I might if I can find the time. I'm currently moving at the moment, so I'm kinda busy.

This is Az, signing off! <>

#pirates of the caribbean #Captain Davy Jones #Davy Jones #Will Turner #pirates of the caribbean: dead man's chest

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if-music-be-the-food-of-love · 2 years

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hiii ally! i missed youu, good to see you still here 😊 how are you and how is life ? i send you lots of love 💗

PAM!!! Heyyyy 💕💕💕💕 SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HERE!!! I've missed seeing you on my dash! I hope you are doing well and that you have a less busy, less stressful summer ahead of you! I'm surviving lol. Doing alright. Most of my free time these days is spent working on my sobbe fic for the skambigbang. It's due in a month, and I'm slowly losing my mind jskdjdjs. Actually, I"m super excited about it. I just have a lot of editing ahead of me, which is...daunting. When i'm not writing, I'm watching heartstopper for the 50th time. There was a reason i put off reading it until the show came out. Brain rot. I knew it would happen. I adore it, and now I'm reading all the novels. Highly recommend! how have you been?? How are you?? so glad to see you and sending lots of love right back!! HUGS!

#lovely people #Pam 🌺

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lucidpantone · 1 year

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Wtfock S5 might have been a trash heap but I still get teared up when I see the last clip with Fire on Fire playing

I will always praise the powers that be for wtfock not ruining sobbe and letting them go to black with them being super happy and in love. The love birds just minded their own business in season 5 and stayed to themselves planning future trips after covid and nesting. Good for them! I love that I get to close out their story that way.

#wtfock

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drowsydregon · 2 years

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turning anons off until y'all learn to be normal (or as normal as being a tumblr user allows)

#my rambles #also shoutout to the actually normal asks in my inbox that i need to answer but have been to busy to #i'll get to y'all soomst i promise ; sobb ;;

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chocominnie · 3 years

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Redemption — Preview (M)

→: This is book two to my story Desperado. Read that one before continuing on to read this one.

→ pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

→ genre: Angst, smut , a bit of fluff

→ summary: It’s been 4 years since everything that happened. If he could re-do everything he would, but cannot. With Won-Shik dead, and everyone’s back’s turned against him.. what can he do? You took a toll on him to the point where it’s hard to function without you and everyone’s concerned. Another gang has entered their teritory and is giving them a run for their money. The heir to the mafia thrown is now in charge with everyone waiting for his first big move. Yet, how can someone so broken inside take care of business though?

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak. Drug dependency, drug mentions, high angst, mental illness, depression, anxiety, assault, gore, guns, usage of weapons, daddy kink, bigdick!jk, hair pulling, soft sex, rough sex, squirting, mouth fucking, overstimulation, consensual drunk/tipsy sex, protected & unprotected sex. I may be forgetting some so sorry in advance!

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Play this song after reading :)

You were so close. So fucking close to living and you tried. You tried to fight so hard to keep from slipping into an eternal slumber but your body was weak. It took on brutal beatings from the kidnapping. There were multiple blows to your head leaving you with a concussion. Your arms and rib cage were bruised to the point of no return. Too much swelling in areas that need to function properly for you to heal. You were a lost cause. All due to Jeon Won-Shik.

The news of your death did not settle well with anyone. Although they all played a part in it, Jungkook, Namjoon, Ayami, and everyone else, an innocent soul was taken. For once, Bangtan had grieved a death. Usually assignments don’t get grievement, but you weren’t just an assignment. You somehow had came to be someone who was kind, sweet, and fiesty to everyone. Most importantly you meant a lot to Jungkook.

He will never forget that day. The day you died in his arms while he bawled his eyes out repeating the words, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I. Love. You. He said it thinking that you’d open your eyes and somehow see his point of view in things to forgive him. He didn’t want you dead. He wanted anything else but that for you. Jungkook got his first taste of real love, something he had a hard time growing up with. Although you two used to argue, he enjoyed every second that you guys didn’t because he would show you pieces of the real him to you. The real way he wanted to show you love and to recieve it back.

While in the hospital getting treated for his wounds and tests run on him, Casper was the one to break the news to him that you did not make it. Within the split of a second Jungkook was yanking all the cords and i.v’s he was hooked up to and screaming to the point where nurses had to come inside and sedate him. He was going mad. From all the trauma from childhood till now was being let out on anyone who tried to calm him down and hold him down for the sedation. He screamed, cried, kicked, and sobbed loudly saying your name. Casper stood back and told the nurses to stand-by and to let him get it all out.

Of course they listened.

Finally after another 30 minutes of screaming and crying, he’d exhausted himself. By that time his mother had entered the room, nearly on the brink of crying due to seeing her son so distressed. So when he did exhaust himself she climbed in the hospital bed with him and held him, patting and rubbing his back like she used to do when he was a child. He still sobbbed in her arms while the nurses came back again to sedate him with a needle.

It was a rough first night. Hell, it’s been a rough four years in general. He graduated highschool with anxiety and depression. Stopped showing up to enter the school with the boys and sarted to blend in with the crowd. Head down, airpods in, and attempting to catch up on the sleep he didn’t get everynight, in class. Sungmin transferred schools. He couldn’t fathom being in the same school as a murderer, let alone his new brother. Crystal and Namjoon stuck together for the rest of the school year. Ayami went back to Japan. None of them spoke to each other again after being released from the hospital. Bangtan was put on hold for obvious reasons. Everyone seemed to go their seperate ways.

Somehow Jungkook couldn’t seperate his way from you. The drugs gave him hallucinations of you and he’d get high every chance he’d get just to escape his cruel world world and the pain from your death. That new tattoo he got representing you sits right on his right wrist. Your name with a small outlined paw print. Lost puppy. That’s what he first called you. You two were lost souls that ended up infactuated with each other. He also lost himself when he lost you. He’ll never be the same. Never again.

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alstublieft · 3 years

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Circle of Love - Sobbe

30th July 2021

“Robin, look!”

“No, there’s no way..”

“Please...pretty please.”

Robbe let out a deep sigh and eyed his boyfriend’s large green eyes and adorable pouty lips, he couldn’t say no when Sander looked at him like that - it was near impossible.

The couple had decided to spend their Friday afternoon at a Funfair that was set up in their local park, to celebrate their 20 month anniversary which was technically yesterday, but they were both too busy to really celebrate. Walking around each attraction their hands clasped tight, they laughed in sync, bodies buzzing with alcohol in their veins.

Striped red and yellow tents were dotted around the park, each one containing a different amusement, the park was filled to the brim with friends and family, the sun shone bright and it really was the perfect day.

Sander had fed Robbe pink clouds of candy floss and with each bite he’d watch his lover lick the sugary confection from the sides of his mouth, missing a crystal or two.

Later on, Robbe had spent more money than he’d like to admit on ‘Hook a Duck’ but eventually won a plush shark toy which he gifted to his Bowie-loving boyfriend, earning him a sweet kiss to his cheek. Robbe watched lovingly as Sander immediately took the toy, hugging it close to his chest.

But now, as Robbe looked up at the Ferris Wheel that Sander so eagerly pointed out, it’s circumference alone sent shivers down his spine. It had bright neon lights that glowed at the entrance and the seats looked way too unstable to sit on. Nevertheless, one look at Sander’s pleading eyes and he was a goner.

“Okay, let’s go then.” Robbe gives in, trying to hide his nerves with a dimpled smile.

Sander let out a high-pitched squeal and dragged the smaller boy to the queue, he babbled on and on about how he’d love sitting right at the top watching the rest of the world below and how he loved how the air’s density decreased the higher the ride took him and how he felt ‘on top of the world.’ Robbe loved listening to Sander, he would often rewatch the lockdown walk videos he had sent him when they were unable to see each other, getting lost in his deep voice; it was like a lullaby.

Finally they paid for their tickets and stepped onto the metal platform and made their way to their seats, Robbe’s nerves increasing as the seat rocked slightly, he reached out and gripped Sander’s light denim jacket, fingers curling into the material like a lifeline.

Sander, who had stepped on with ease, chuckles and helps Robbe to his seat, a steady arm wrapped around his waist.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, you’re fine Robbe.” Sander reassures, his warm breath hitting the side of Robbe’s face and travelling down the length of his neck.

“Dank je” Robbe whispers, as they sit side by side in their cosy carriage. Robbe’s eyes wandered along the ride, ensuring each screw was tight and the bar to hold them in went all the way down and locked into place.

On the other hand, Sander was bouncing with excitement as a worker came and checked they were buckled in securely, wishing the conductor would pull the lever and start the ride.

As if his mind had been read, the carriage swings back squeaking, evoking an endearing yelp from Robbe who has somehow gotten closer to Sander in their tiny seating area.

“Sander, oh my god, oh my god, we’re moving!” Robbe shrieks.

“I know! Isn’t this sick?” Sander places his large hand on Robbe’s thigh, squeezing from sheer joy, his toothy grin could be seen from miles away.

Slowly they drift through the air, catching sight of their friends below who waved and cheered in excitement. Robbe looks up at Sander, analysing his facial expressions, the way his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, the mole on the side of his face which Robbe would always kiss twice because ‘it’s extra special’ a thin layer of sweat shone from the tops of his cheeks, glowing like embers of gold; truly magnificent.

He loves him. He loves him wholeheartedly. Robbe would gladly step onto a million ferris wheels if it meant seeing Sander like this, so carefree, so joyous, so alive.

Sander turns to face Robbe, catching his stare, a radiant smile makes its way to his face, brighter than the stars. They had glided higher, still not at the highest point, but significantly higher, butterflies erupting in their bellies and Robbe had to stop himself from looking down.

“Baby, look out there, you can see the mural.” Sander points with his arm, his voice getting caught in his throat, emotion getting the better of him.

“I still can’t believe you did that.” Robbe says in awe, squinting a bit, seeing himself across the park on a big wall in intense colours. Sander’s declaration of love really was for all to see.

“Why? You’re so beautiful, everyone had to know.”

Robbe moves his eyes away from the mural to look at Sander, his chest filled with warmth, he reaches down and takes Sander's hand on his lap, slotting his fingers between the gaps - a perfect fit.

Their eyes don’t leave one another’s, green melting into brown, brown melting into green. It’s as if the rest of the world went on mute, and it’s just them two alone, on a ferris wheel, sharing the same love.

They don’t need words to communicate, they have longing looks, and the softest of touch; their souls are so intertwined, it would be paradoxical to try and tell them apart.

In the midst of their love-struck haze, their carriage had reached the very top of the wheel, halting to a stop, lightly swinging back and forth, the sudden momentum breaking their adoration.

“Happy 20 Month Anniversary, My Love.” Sander says, voice like melted honey, words ooze out of his mouth effortlessly, drawing Robbe in completely.

Robbe fixes his eyes on Sander’s mouth, the sides curling up into a grin, pearly teeth just peeking through. “Happy 20 Month Anniversary, My King.”

Sander uses his free hand to cup behind Robbe’s neck, fingers tangling in his auburn curls, bringing his love in for a heated kiss, head tilting, breathing out through his nose. Robbe kisses back with just as much passion, wrapping his lone arm round to hold onto Sander’s shoulder.

He's starting to understand why Sander loves being so high up, the atmosphere up here instantly eliminates the noise around them. A dingy carriage, on a rusty ferris wheel, at a funfair in the late afternoon. A haven for two.

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This is dedicated to my favourite person @debussyatmidnight

Millie, my light, my love, where would I be without you? I love you so much and wish you the happiest birthday...<3

I know this is nowhere as good as the gifset you made me, but i promise, as soon as i learn how to create gifs - i’ll make you as many as you want xxx

love, aamana

#happy birthday millie x #wtfock #drabble #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sobbe

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chimtaesty · 3 years

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One Last Time

pairing: ai!hoseok x reader / 2.7k words

warnings: angst, talks of death and illness (fluff, superficial intelligence, fluff, long lost love, futuristic)

plot: After living a long life you get the chance of seeing your long lost love again, but to a price you are willing to pay.

A/N: hi! I'm kinda active with writing and i had this idea a few days ago so i sat my ass down and wrote this in one night. I want to clarify that this au is inspired by an episode of black mirror. This made me tear up a lil while writing so I hope you like it and you'll stay tuned for more of my works

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Life has been kind to you, a daughter, two sons and a kind husband. Nothing that you wanted or worked for hasn’t not worked out the way you wanted it to. When you were twenty five you met your husband, Jinyoung. He helped you through life and helped you take care of the kids. Even the one that wasn’t his. Jihyo wasn’t his child and yet he loved her with all the love he could give her.

Jinyoung passed away about twelve years ago due to heart failure. You felt bad that you didn’t grieve like your children did, you didn’t love him like that, you never did. He was more like a best friend than a lover. A man, who died before Jihyo was born, owned your heart and he knew that.

Jung Hoseok, that was his name. Now, even though you weren’t able to move the way you wanted to, you could feel your body move to his. He was a great dancer and he loved dancing, no matter where, no matter who saw him, he danced like no one ever could. It made you feel light, oh so light. The feeling he gave you was indescribable, not a single person ever made you feel this way again.

“Mum, wake up” you hear Jaebeom's voice. Your second oldest visits when he can. You appreciate the effort. “Mum, wake up. It’s your birthday and we want to celebrate with you.” Your eyes open slower than you want and behind droopy eyes you see the faces of your children, Jaebeom, Jihyo and Youngjae. A smile plasters itself on your wrinkly face.

“My babies, what brings you here” Youngjae rolls his eyes at you as he chuckles “It’s your birthday today. We want to celebrate with you” you gasp slightly, trying to sound surprised. Of course you know, the day you were born is the same day the love of your life left this planet. “Don’t act like you don’t know. Your brain works faster than you give it credit, Mum” Jihyo laughs. You chuckle and wave her off.

“Look, Mum. We actually wanted to tell you something” Jaebeom starts and your laugh dies right there. His tone doesn’t excite you, not in the slightest. “What, honey?” your hand finds his and he assures you with a small smile “We all know how your chances of living another year stand. The cancer has spread and your body won’t withstand it any longer.” You nod, that you are going to die, pretty soon, is nothing new. You are prepared and so are your children.

“We thought about a way to make it more comfortable” Jihyo continues and your brows furrow. You talked about hospice, and you didn’t like it. Why are they bringing this up again? “Jihyo, hun. I am not going to leave the country to die.” Youngjae shakes his head and grasps your other hand. “No, mum. We are talking about a way of you getting to live forever, in peace and without pain. You might have heard of Daydream. It’s a non profit organisation which makes it possible to transfer one's consciousness to their database and to a place called Base Line. “

Your brain is running miles as soon as he starts to talk about “base line”. You know exactly what he is talking about, he used to talk about it all the time. Hoseok liked the idea of being together in eternity. “We thought about it. Since you’re not willing to die early and we all know about your undying love for a man who died a long time ago. We were able to get you a spot in daydream. They are willing to download you and give you what you craved for all these years.”

Your mind goes into panic. How can you live forever, forever in a place that Hoseok dreamed about?. How can you spend your eternity with Jinyoung when the person you so dearly love isn’t him? “Jaebeom, honey. I can’t, you don’t know what you are talking ab-”Mum we know. We’ve known for years.” Youngjae almost whispers. Your eyes snap to his and you can see the sincerity. “What?” the whisper leaves your lips, it almost sounded like a whimper, so pathetic. “We’ve known for a long time that your love wasn’t his. Dad was never the man you loved, it was Jung Hoseok, Jihyos father.”

Your eyes fill with tears. They knew, they knew everything. Secrets you kept in the deepest depths of your mind have been discovered all these years ago. Your life was a lie, everything you lived to protect was a lie. “I-I-don’t-”Mum, it’s alright. We are not angry with you.” you start to cry. A violent yelp leaves your lips as all of the thoughts, emotions, memories flood back into your mind. The pain you feel is unbearable, it makes you double over in the comfort of your bed. Youngjae holds your shaking form, whispering comforting words.

“But h-he didn’t-”He did, mum. He was able to get a spot as a beta test person almost fifty years ago. His download was saved on their server. They opened his interview file about twenty years ago and tried to contact you. His reason for joining the program was you, mum. He wanted to find a way to stay with you for the rest of eternity. Dad kept it a secret but we want you to be happy. We want you to be free of pain and live a happy life with the person you love, with Hoseok.” Youngjae sobbs.

You can’t believe it. All these years he was merely miles away. The person who made you feel how no one else could, the love of your life was a few hours away from you.

xxxxx

The car ride is long, almost seven hours to go, but you don’t mind. While your children call their families, read their books or listen to their music you reminisce, you reminisce about the moments you spent with him. The memories you made with him come back.

“Come on, give it a shot.” you frown, the thought of embarrassing yourself further displeases you a lot. He smiled at you with his hands out for you. His brown straight hair frames his handsome features perfectly. The softness of his skin, the lightliness of his smile and his comforting smell that coats the air. Everything makes you smile back at him.

“You know i can’t dance, i much rather watch you dancing” it makes him chuckle and his head falls back with a wide smile plastered on his face. He shakes his head and comes closer, almost too close. A step closer and you are pressed against each other, even with the step in between you, you can feel him. The warmth, the comfort and the love.

“I don’t care about your dancing skills. I want you to have fun with me. How about this, you put your feet on mine and I guide you.” a grin escapes your features and he takes it as a yes as he pushes your feet over his. “Just follow my rhythm, I’m right here, i’ll always be” you nod and lean your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, the way he breathes and the way he hums the melody to stay on tact.

“That’s it baby, just like that. You’re a natural, you’ll master the wedding dance in a heartbeat” your eyes find his as his sentence reaches your ears. He would want to marry you? “Wedding dance?” you whisper and he halts his movements. His searching eyes study yours, trying to find displeasure. “Well, yes. I would love to be married to you. No one else should be by your side, not that anyone is better than me” he chuckles and you can’t help but laugh as well.

No one was ever better than you.

“Go to sleep, mum. We have one more hour to go” Jihyo whispers behind you and puts you to sleep with a gentle rub on your shoulder. Once again you reminisce in memories, in more painful ones.

“Don’t you understand where i’m coming from? Why are you so blind, i can’t have a child right now” you shout. He rubs his temples with a frown. “I’m not forcing you to have a child, I just want to know if you want to ever-in the future- have a child with me.” he shouts back at you, the tone in his voice was angry, very angry.

Your eyes are wide and wet, trenched in tears as you back away. He doesn’t care though, he is too busy throwing the next mug on the floor. “Is it me? Would you have a child with someone else because I'm such a mess? Am i not responsible enough? Am I not enough?” he shouts and throws the plate to the floor. Porcelain shatters on the wooden floor with such anger. You’ve never seen him like this, ever and it scares you.

“No, why would you not be enough?” he laughs in the midst of his emotional breakdown. “Because it damn fucking looks like it. Did you already cheat on me, huh? Is that why you’re so damn quiet?” he steers and all you see is red. You almost sprint over to him, your body finds it’s way over the tiny kitchen island like it has done it a million times, it seems so easy. Your hand connects with his cheek with such speed that you are afraid you might’ve knocked some of his teeth out.

Hot tears coat your cheeks as you try to find your words “Don’t you ever accuse me of cheating on you. I know you are angry but this is low, very low.” you whisper. His angry eyes shut and he shoves you out of his way. He grabs the car keys and almost kicks the door open

“I’ll be out for a while, don’t wait for me”

You jolt awake with a loud gasp “Don’t go” you whisper through tears. Just as you see your son in front of you, you realise that it’s not this day, the day he left you. “Mum, are you alright?” Jihyo has a hand on your shoulder in concern. You quickly wipe the tears away to hide your emotional rukus. “Look, we’re here. Right there is the facility” Youngjae points at the big building up the road. “You almost made it, mum” Jihyo beems at you. Your little girl smiles at you with such compassion. It’s something only children are able to do, look at their parents with such love, with such adoration. Having to leave them behind weighs heavy on your heart.

xxxxx

“Mrs. Y/LN, here you will have some time to say goodbye and talk about whatever you might want to share with your family. After you are done we will inform you about the process of downloading and what we know about Jung Hoseok.” a young lady, not older than your daughter, informs you.

All of you sit down, a heavy silence dominates the room. No one is brave enough to say something, to say goodbye. “I love you-”Mum, you don’t have to-”No, Jihyo, i have to. I want you to know. I love you all so much, and I would stay much much longer by your side, if I could.” your hand finds Youngjae’s and a shaky breath leaves his mouth “Mum” Youngjae whispers.

“I’m sorry that I won’t see you children grow up, Youngjae. I’m sorry that i won’t see you get married, Jaebeom. And I’m mostly sorry that you will never see your father, Jihyo. Hoseok would’ve been such a good father. I’m sorry that things haven’t always worked out the way I wanted them to. But I’m honored to call you my children. I’m so proud of you, of everyone of you. You made me the happiest mother there could ever be. I love you and I hope that you’ll remember me as such. Not the weak, ill woman I was the past seven years. I want you to remember me as the woman who raised you, the woman who loved to dance, the woman who was strong. Do me a favor and remember me as such.”

Jihyo sobbs against your shoulder and you let her. In merely a few moments they won’t have a mother anymore. They’ll be without the support of a lifetime, without their lifeline. Without the person who gave them shelter and love, their mother.

“We’ll always remember you as the strongest woman there ever was, as our mother” Jaebeom whispers under tears. You smile and pet his head like you used to when he was little. “I’ll miss you” “Mrs. Y/LN, the transfer is ready” you are quick to stand up. “Go, live your life. Don’t be sad for too long. Grieve and cry but afterwards you have to live. Promise me to live” you grin in pain. With a kiss to each of their faces you leave the room.

xxxxx

The corridor to the room the woman is bringing you seems endless. The time it takes you to get to your love seems endless. But as she sits you down on a comfortable blue chair your heart calms down.

“My name is Nayeon and I’ll inform you about the process of downloading. We’ll connect your brain to our core and transfer your consciousness to one of our memory bots. Jung Hoseok, the man you so desperately want to meet again, was downloaded on an older memory bot. He was saved on a almost twenty year old bot when we found him so we had to transfer him to one of our younger bot models to guarantee a safe connection to our station “base line” and to your memory bot. The bot wasn’t damaged in the slightest. His consciousness was copied, as for yours is being transferred, meaning that your body won’t be usable after your download. Do you understand? Do you still want to proceed?”

“yes”

She puts several sensors on your head and injects a chip into your right temple for the transfer. Weirdly enough, your head is empty. You expected your head to run wild as soon as they started your transfer. “In less than two minutes you’ll go unconscious and wake up in the superficial world base line. Your bot will be securely stored and taken care of. I wish you a comfortable journey. bon voyage

xxxxx

You awake with a small groan as the bright sunlight burns itself into your skin. The gentle wind glides through your hair and slightly dries your eyes as you pry them open. You can smell the salty sea air and feel the rays of sunshine.

The bed you are lying in is big and comfortable, almost as comfortable as the bed you shared with Hoseok. Speaking of Hoseok, why isn’t he here? Isn’t he supposed to welcome you? Your feet find the floor as fast as possible as you run across the room. Just seconds before you dare to leave the room you catch a glimpse of the mirror facing the beach. You see yourself, not the almost seventy year old you, no, the twenty year old you. The firm skin, the still colored hair and the healthy looking body you once had faced you.

You breathlessly stumble towards the mirror to take a closer look and then, then you see him. You’re able to see the reflection of his back through the mirror. Your head whips around and you start to run. The pain, the love, all of the emotions you kept inside of you all of those years made you sprint, stumble towards him. “Hos-Hoseok!” you scream. You run with all of your strength, you hurry to the man you’ve missed so much. “God, Hoseok!” and the moment he turns around you halt. All of your limbs stop moving.

His golden skin, his beautiful face make you stop. You can’t believe that he is here, right here after all these years. “Ho-Hoseok” you manage to sobb. His face morphs into a smile as he opens his arms. “Come on, come to me, my love”

And you run again, you sprint into his arms. His warm body embraces you as you crash.

The weight pulling the both of you to the ground.

“I thought I lost you” you sobb as he strokes your hair.

“I promised you to find a way to stay by your side forever.”

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a-rose-by-any-other-doctor · 2 years

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eightrose and 8? 💜 (also though only if you can and want to!! no pressure at all)

You're literally the only one who sent me an ask so I may have gone a bit overboard

Song #8 on my plays list was Misery Business by Paramore

Read it on Ao3 here

Rose raced out of the room in a whirlwind of TARDIS blue silk, sweeping her heavy skirt out of her way with the most grace than she’d been able to manage all week and it felt like the dress was mocking her.

Maybe it was. Maybe the stupid thing was somehow made out of stupid sentient silk from some stupid planet or another. With the kinds of clothes she’d been seeing at these parties all week, it seemed plausible. She’d met one woman who had been wearing her Cassandra-like husband as a dress. And even that seemed almost tame compared to everything else since

They’d come here originally to follow a lead about some poachers that had been giving their best effort to destroy the ecosystem of several planets a few systems over, which would have, in turn, killed about six billion planet bound people. So Rose and the Doctor had come to Traxion-6: the Galaxy’s best known retreat for the rich and famous.

And for the first few days, it had been fun. Their lead had been enticing and elusive all at once, the parties a fun distraction, especially when the Doctor had actually spent time with her between dances and dinners to compare notes.

But now her feet were perpetually sore, the dresses had grown more uncomfortable as the formality had gone up, and the Doctor was avoiding her.

She fisted her hands into her skirt again and hefted it up as far as she could, turning off the main path into a garden. She didn't want to go back to the TARDIS yet. The chances that the Doctor had seen her exit were fairly high, but she doubted he’d follow after her. But on the off chance that he did, a garden seemed an easier place to avoid him.

There was a worn stone bench in a secluded corner so she sat on it and immediately kicked off her shoes. It wasn’t that the shoes themselves were uncomfortable, but she’d been dancing for hours every night of the last week and her poor feet had taken more abuse than they were used to, even with all the running she did.

She rubbed at the sole of her foot and tried to calm herself down. She could be mature about this. What did it matter that the Doctor was still probably back in that ballroom dancing with someone else? They were only mates. He’d put so many firm boundaries between them to keep that way that she knew she had no proper claim on him. This him wasn’t like that. The last one may have danced with her in the console room and looked at her like she’d hung the stars, but the new Doctor had been running away from her ever since they had seen Sarah Jane. It was like she’d reminded him of Rose’s limited life span and now all he could see was a big timer strapped to her forehead, counting down the second to her immediate demise. Or maybe Sarah Jane had just reminded him that he likes girls with a bit more class than Rose had.

A sob had lodged in her throat and she couldn’t breathe properly around it so she finally let it go, trying to at least muffle the sound a little by pressing the back of her hand against her mouth. It was embarrassing, even if there was no one to see. She’d promised herself after Jimmy that she’d never cry over a bloke again and her she was, in a stupid and beautiful dress, sobbbing like a princess that had been told she couldn’t go to a ball or something. All she needed was a fairy godmother.

She gave a delirious little laugh and wiped at her face, she must look such a mess.

“Miss, are you alright?” a deep, rich voice asked and Rose tensed.

She looked up and gasped at the man who’d seemingly appeared out of nowhere. “Are you my fairy godmother?” She asked before she could think better of it.

His concerned expression shifted to confusion then amusement. “I supposed I could be. Are you in need of one?”

Rose sniffed, wishing the dress could have had pockets. “I think that ship has sailed, actually. The ball already went horribly wrong so unless you’ve got a way to turn back time and fix it…” She trailed off, wondering what the Doctor would think of her wanting to try to change the past again. He’d probably call her a stupid ape again.

He pulled a handkerchief out of the inner pocket of his green velvet coat and handed it to her. There was a secretive smile on his face, like he actually did have a way to turn back time but he wouldn’t be sharing it with her. “I suspect that turning back time wouldn’t actually fix your problem. For starters, if you went back and fixed it, you would have never ended up here and met me with the desire to go back in the first place. Bit of a paradox there.”

She gaped at him. His face was different, and so were his accent and the tone of his voice, but the way he spoke… She’d know that anywhere. “Doctor?” She breathed and those blue eyes, so like her first Doctor's, went wide.

“Have we met?” He asked, not unkindly, but he still seemed a bit alarmed.

“Not this face.” She replied quickly, “But I know a different you. Do you not know me?”

He shook his head, “I’m sorry to say that I don’t. Where am I then? It’s always a delight to have a go at myself.”

“Epsilon Ballroom. We’re supposed to be looking for these poachers but he’s a bit caught up in all the drinking and dancing.” Rose said, proud of herself for keeping her tone level.

But this Doctor saw through her. “And you’re out here crying and wishing for a way to change the past.” He observed. “What asinine thing have I done now?”

Rose gaped at him, startled to hear something so close to a swear in english. The Doctor never cursed in english. He mostly stuck to the chiming language that Rose had assumed was his native tongue, since the TARDIS wouldn’t translate it. When she’d asked her first Doctor why, he’d replied ‘sticking it to the man’ and that had been that. “Nothing!” Rose said probably a little too quickly based on the reproachful look he immediately gave her. “He’s enjoying himself and I can’t blame him for that.”

“You should be enjoying yourself as well.” He said firmly. “I don’t even usually like these kinds of planets. If we came here, I assume it would be so you could have fun.”

Rose laughed and it felt a bit cruel, laughing in his face like that. He didn’t even know her, not yet, and he had no idea what kind of man he would eventually become. “I’m sorry but that’s hilarious. You haven’t taken me somewhere because you thought I’d enjoy it in months.”

The Doctor frowned at her. “Then why are we here then?”

“We’re supposed to be tracking down this poaching ring and putting a stop to it.” Rose explained, supplying him with everything she could remember about their original plan.

He started laughing. “Well that’s quite brilliant, actually, because that’s why I’m here as well.”

Rose looked at him carefully, wondering if he had someone traveling with him, if he didn’t, would he ask her to help? She hoped he would, just for an excuse to put more comfortable clothes on and actually do something. “How’s the investigation been going for you?” she asked carefully.

He gave a secretive smile, “I’ve found the culprit, actually. Unfortunately, the coward is hiding in an exclusive party that’s invitation only. In the Epsilon Ballroom.”

Rose blinked and then beamed at him. “Is it really? I just happen to have an invite to that party?”

“You do? How fortuitous.” He replied and Rose felt like she might vibrate out of her skin with excitement. This was what she’d been missing, that little bit of tension that hung in the air while she and the Doctor teased each other into sharing information. It was fun and she’d been missing it.

She nodded. “I do. And it just so happens that I’m allowed a plus one.”

“Oh, perfect. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to bring me as your date?”

“I might need a few minutes to make myself presentable again, but I would very much enjoy that.”

He looked her over in a way that made a shiver chase down the path that his eyes had taken. “You look beautiful.”

She waited a moment for him to tack on ‘for a human’ but he never did. “How old are you?” She blurted out, wondering exactly how much time there had been between this Doctor and her first one. Just exactly how many years had it taken to turn this man into the Doctor she knew?

The Doctor looked bewildered for the briefest second, “You know, my dear, I entirely lost count a century or two ago so I’ve taken to counting the years since I regenerated. I’m currently six.”

Rose threw her head back and laughed, “Of course you are. Still one hell of an age gap.”

This seemed to confuse him again but he let it go. “I’ve some make-up wipes in my pockets somewhere. Perhaps we can clean up what remains of your mascara.”

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When Rose entered the Epsilon Ballroom for the second time that night, she felt like a new woman.

It turned out he not only had make-up wipes, but a tube of mascara and eyeliner as well. When she’d given him a questioning look, he’d made a joke about auditioning for a movie on a whim and needing to look the part.

So she’d fixed her make-up while he’d soniced the blisters on her feet until all the pain was gone. Then he’d volunteered to redo her hair, twisting it back up into it’s updo with that familiar ease that her Doctor had anytime he messed with her hair.

The dress even felt easier to move in, like it had somehow relaxed with her.

They made a circuit of the ballroom, somehow managing to completely avoid her Doctor while the velvet one stayed tight to her side, surveying the room with careful eyes but a friendly, unguarded expression. Then he snagged them both glasses of a bubbling pink beverage being severed in champagne flutes and pulled her into a corner. “Over my right shoulder. See the woman by the balcony doors? Arrine Tasta. She’s the one we’re after.”

Rose glanced over his shoulder and her jaw dropped. “You’re never going to believe this, but she’s literally been all over you since the day we got here.”

The Doctor frowned. “That’s worrying. Have you seen me since we got here?” Rose shook her head and he continued. “Arrine’s specialty is rare creatures. And Time Lords aren’t exactly rare on Gallifrey, but there are very few of us wandering around the Universe.”

Rose choked on her drink. Time Lords? Plural? That meant that this Doctor had to have been from before the war. He patted her back gently and she was able to swallow her drink and breathe with minimal coughing. “You think she wants to collect you?”

His eyes went a bit dark. “I think she already has.”

***

All in all, it was boring, so far as daring rescues and breaking up smuggling rings went. Sure Rose’s Doctor had looked completely ridiculous with the way he’d gawked at his younger self and Rose when they’d shown up to rescue him, but beyond some sputtering, he hadn’t had much to say.

But they’d gotten the Shadow Proclamation involved to get all the creatures back to their natural habitats and the younger Doctor had watched Rose with complete awe as she directed the Judoon more efficiently than he’d ever seen them operate.

Once his older self was freed from the cage Arrine had put him in, they stood side by side and engaged in the staring contest that was typical for when he met himself. But there was more to it this time. This time the Doctor knew that he would eventually become a massive prat who ignored his companion’s needs to the point that she was in tears and was so oblivious that he completely missed the obvious threat right in front of him. “She’s in love with you, you know.” He said finally.

The older Doctor flinched. “I know.”

“Then you’re an even bigger moron than I originally thought.”

“You don’t understand-”

“No you’re right. I won’t be able to understand the sheer levels of stupidity you’ve risen to until I’m you. But I do understand that she loves you quite a bit and was able to recognize me within a minute of conversation. She also seems to be suffering under the impression that she cannot ask us for help. You should have seen the blisters on her poor feet from spending the last week on them.” He snapped. “I would have thought that no matter how much time passed, we would still treat the people around us well.”

His older self gaped at him. “I didn’t- she never said anything.”

“Well why would she when you were too busy ignoring her?” The older Doctor started to say something but the Doctor cut him off. “No, I’m not done. I know that you’re ignoring her because you love her too. I can feel it echoing down the timelines. So I suggest that you actually do something about it.”

“Or what?” He challenged and the Doctor rolled his eyes.

“Or I’ll do something about it for you and then you won’t be able to run away from your feelings any longer.” And with that, he walked away, having decided that he just needed a push and he knew exactly how to do that.

***

Rose had finally gotten to sit down again once the Judoon had an idea of what was actually going on and where to start. They weren't bad, the Judoon. A bit gruff, and much too literal, but she’d seen and dealt with worse.

“Rose?” the younger Doctor asked and she wondered where he’d gotten her name because she was pretty sure she’d never told him it.

“Yeah, what is it?” She asked, standing up again, even though all she wanted was to stay seated.

He stepped closer to her and her breath caught in her throat. “I’m afraid that I’ve just had a conversation with my future, and I’m not all too happy with what I’ve seen.”

She swallowed nervously, “Yeah?”

“Yes. In fact, I’m convinced that I’m a complete idiot and a coward that doesn’t deserve you in the slightest.” He said and Rose felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“What?”

“I’m afraid that he’s completely in love with you. But too much of an idiot to do anything about it.” He explained. “And he knows about your feelings but he’s been ignoring them. I’m leveling the playing field, as it were.”

Rose’s head was spinning. The Doctor was in love with her? It seemed so impossible after everything, like someone had reached right into her wildest dreams and made them come true. “I- what am I supposed to do with that?”

His hand came up and cupped her cheek. “Rose, I’m many things, but first of all is an idiot that tends to stand in the way of my own happiness. I’m telling you exactly what would make him happy, so that hopefully the two of you can get it right. Like making an investment in my future.”

“Oh. But what if he rejects me?” She whispered.

“I won’t.” He assured her. “Now that you know, there’ll be nowhere left to hide from my own feelings.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and backed away from her. “I know that I’ve come to do this, so he might hide from you on the TARDIS for a bit. Don’t let that dissuade you.”

Rose nodded. “I won’t.”

“Good.”

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