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So, Iâm gonna have to take a break from my insane reading streak bc finals are just around the corner. But, I thought about making a short recap of the three books Iâve read in these past days
The clockwise man
It was a cool book, I didnât like it as much as the next ones, though. But maybe thatâs part of the charm? It felt like the doctor was somewhat harsh and rose was written quite dumb, sheâs not dumb. There was a kid named Freddie, he was nice but a little quirk was him being hemophiliac, tf. Anyways, I got carried away. The plot is: the doctor and rose arrive in London 1920, they stumble upon a man who has just been robbed, but the marks left by the burglars look mechanic. Eventually we discover itâs the dudes from the episode: The girl in the fireplace (I think it was called. Yk, the Madame Pompadour episode), and we know it bc thereâs a ticking noise even if thereâs no clock around. But the twist? Are they the real villains? Or is someone else behind a bigger scheme?
The monster inside
The doctor and Rose crash on a desert like planet, as they begin to walk they get ambushed by scary looking space policemen. Theyâre under arrest for trespassing. What? Turns out the planet is actually being used as a jail. But as they accept whatever will happen to them, they get separated. Aliens go in one jail, humans in another, which by the way, is on a different planet (but on the same system). The doctor works on how to get Rose back, and Rose finds out thereâs Slitheen on board. Well, theyâre not Slitheen, but every raxacoricofallapatorians looks the same to her, and uh oh, them being on board with her? That means trouble
The winner takes it all
The doctor and Rose are back on Earth after Rose finds out her mum has won an all inclusive, everything already paid for, vacation. At the same time, thereâs this new video game everyoneâs talking about. Sick graphics, quite difficult, almost impossible to beat; then the doctor comes along and beats Mickeyâs high score. Turns out the aliens people killed in the game were real, and the graphics are sick but in a different manner now
#doctor who#ninth doctor#rose tyler#mickey smith#jackie tyler#doctor who novels#The clockwise man#The monster inside#The winner takes it all
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Apologies, I meant that the âall the women love him and all the men want to be himâ are more of a Moffat thing than Eleven vs Ten. If I recall correctly, the episode featuring Madame de Pompadour was written by Moffat, but I have no idea if the episode where Sarah Jane makes her return was.
I just feel like any episode that Moffat writes or has influence on features on women characters remarking on how hot they find the Doctor, which causes the female companion/current love interest (or love interestâs boyfriend, in Roryâs case) to fume and seethe on the sidelines. (Seriously, I have no recollection of Amyâs crush on the Doctor, but it was just so unnecessary.)
I love River, but before the reveal of how her purpose was to kill the Doctor, I didnât think she had more presence than teasing and flirting with him and despite their chemistry I couldnât help rolling my eyes at her, because thatâs so Moffat. He has this way of creating objectively cool female characters but they are made less cool by having their lives revolve around the Doctor. Amy could have been interesting, but he fumbled her; River was amazing after the reveal and with the literally star-crossed timelines; Clara was reduced to a lapdog from what I remember. As annoying as Rose was, her love for the Doctor seemed just that, but it wasnât her absolute purpose. Same goes for Martha and especially Donna.
Russell T. Davies, the writer before Moffat, definitely had his issues with rampant misogyny and racism, but somehow his characters had enough personality to overcome those defects of his writing, I thought. I was also, like, 14 when I watched all this so this is all probably a boatload of nonsense.
No, it's not nonsense, it's an interesting perspective.
I actually have the opposite feelings about Rose and River. I'm seven episodes into season 2 and I'm not really sure what Rose's personality is meant to be or who she's meant to be, even if her journey began a season before, I feel like I should know who she is by now and really the only thing I can tell you is that she's meant to "care" and that she seems to get jealous if another woman so much as talks to the Doctor. And it also feels as though the show is working overtime for me to believe this connection the two of them have but I actually don't believe this "love" or this "bond". I had my issues with Amy and I even had issues with Amy and the Doctor's connection but I believed it way more than Rose and the Doctor or at least Rose and Ten.
Now, Rose isn't narratively revolving the Doctor the way River or even Clara was in the sense that Clara, the Impossible Girl's, purpose is/was literally to save him and River literally says that she waits for the days she sees him and she's raised to murder him but even before the reveal that she was Melody, I knew who River was, she seemed to be the only person who could go toe to toe with the Doctor, and despite their love story and her grand affection for him, she never came across as enamoured to me. So while narratively speaking her movements all really have to do with the Doctor, I never actually got that impression in the show, and part of that is definitely because Alex gives a very self-possessed and adult performance where she doesn't come across as infatuated or petty or besotted, she comes across as her own person whereas with Rose, I don't think Billie is a bad actress, I actually quite liked watching her be Cassandra for that episode because it showed me that she could have some kind of range but I don't really see that with Rose, she just kind of seems like an eager puppy.
Whereas from what I saw of Clara, which wasn't much, she isn't in season 7 that much, rather than coming across as a lap dog, to me it just seemed like she had no qualms with the Doctor, like she isn't The Girl Who Waited, she isn't in a painful, epic romance with him, she's just happy to go on adventures and be his right hand so at least in that season there isn't really any tension between them.
My issue with Moffat from what I have seen from seasons 5 to 7 is more that he does these overarching season arcs that you would think have consequences and ramifications and would alter dynamics and relationships, which would be interesting, but then he reverses what he did at the end of the episode or the next episode so that everything can be exactly the same for the next adventure and it makes a lot of things feel pointless.
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Hey, Josuke
Josuke Higashikata is head over heels for the girl in his third period history class. (Ch.1)
Watching from his desk, avoiding the gaze he so wished to have as his. He woke up every morning at 4:30, making sure his hair was styled perfectly, not just for his eyes, but for hers. Her, with the soft palms that grazed the back of his hand while passing a paper to him. Her, with the beautiful hair. Her, with the eyebrows that furrow ever so slightly when concentrating. Her, whose side profile he had entirely engraved in his mind due to his constant zoning out in her. It made him upset, how thoroughly he wanted her to be his. It embarrassed him, she probably didnât even know his name, too occupied with her girlfriends sitting at each corner except for her left, where he sat. He hoped every day, hoping that she would look to him, even though he knew it would be next to impossible to meet her soft eyes. Until that day arrives, heâs more than happy to gaze longingly from the measly 18 inches between their desks that both held them close and separated them.Â
This has been the cycle throughout his freshman year. Walk into third period, take a seat, watch as she walks in while the bell rings, surrounded by a handful of girls, hiding her full face from him until she sits down. He gets a minor view of her beautiful face as she puts her bag on the ground, pulling out a pen and her notebook. He admires her, thankful she hasnât realized the daily occurrence. He takes notes, writing her name over and over, catching himself smiling, thinking of the day he says hello. Â
Itâs so... Embarrassing. Him, Josuke Higashikata, can��t say something as simple as a hello to a girl? Heâs typically so brash, eager, and ready. He is quite eager, but not ready. How can he be, sitting next to a girl more beautiful than what should ever be allowed? Â
âTomorrow. Iâm talking to her tomorrow.â He thought to himself, tearing his eyes away from the girl in front of him. Â
He rested his jaw on his fist, his elbow on his desk as his left leg bounced up and down. He continued his day, going from 1st period, 3rd period, 5th period, and finishing up with his 7th class. Walking home today, he thought about how he would do it. What was he going to say? How would he say it? Would he smile, or would he smolder? There are so many things he needs to think about before executing his plan. What next? And what after that? He had to plan everything out, he needed to make his first impression perfect. He fell asleep that night, his heart filled with longing. This was typical. This was his normal. His heart was stolen by a girl heâs not sure even knows his name. Â
The next morning, he woke up as normal. He washed his face, brushed his teeth, styled his hair and made himself breakfast. He always waited for the last moment to wake up, so most days he found himself not having time to check on the news or weather. He walked out of his front door, looking up to a cloudy sky. He figured that he would be fine, the rain wouldnât hit until heâs already inside of his class, so he didnât bother to go back to his room to find his umbrella. He continued his journey to the school, when he began to feel soft, cold, wet drops on his face.Â
âShit.â He sighed, trying to use one of his bigger notebooks to protect the product-filled hair on top of his head. Â
Sadly, his efforts did little to stop the downpour, ruining his stiff pompadour, returning his hair to natural, silky, shiny, and slightly wavy state. He was lost in thought, wondering if he would have enough time to fix his hair with the remaining gel and hairspray, that was currently getting washed out, using the schoolâs bathroom mirrors. Â
Suddenly, his worried came to an end, feeling a dryness around his face and head. He looked up slightly to see a pastel umbrella, and then he heard a familiar voice, one that has never addressed him directly, but one he has heard over and over in the back of his head since the beginning of the school year. âHey, Josuke.âÂ
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Hi I have a writing promt.
A story that is written from both pov's that shows Draco and Harry falling in love with each other. Little moments together where they fall a bit more in love. Things they do that make the other thing "Wow I'm so in love with him". Ect.
Harry had always been starkly aware of Draco, but it was after the war, in the Wizengamot, when he actually noticed him for the first time.
Draco was sitting next to Pansy Parkinson, holding her hand so tight that he was leaving white marks. Harry got a glimpse of them when Pansy was called to give her testimony.
Then the unthinkable happened. Instead of demurring, which she was allowed to do âwas expected by everyone to do, was what every other member of a Death Eater family had done so farâ Pansy answered all the prosecutorâs questions. She gave true testimony and denied her parents the imperius defence.
Draco was waiting for her when she came down from the stand. He grabbed her hand and led her away with measured steps so it wouldnât look like they were running.
 *
The second time Harry noticed Draco like that, as a person rather than as an opponent, was, coincidentally, the first time Draco saw Harry as Harry. Not as a school enemy or a war enemy or The Boy Who Lived or The Saviour Of The Wizarding World. Not even as Harry Potter. He saw Harry as just Harry.
It probably helped that Harry was unrecognizable under a thick layer of soot and grime so Draco didnât know who he was calling an idiot. Draco also yelled to stop immediately and step back and, miraculously, Harry did. No hesitance.
Not all Death Eater had been arrested and not every awful individual had joined Voldemort, which meant that there were plenty of terrible people out in the world. Someone, Death Eater or not, had attacked Wisteria House. The house where rescued and freed house-elves were hosted.
Draco understood that the house-elves werenât the goal. They were just the bait, a cheap collateral. The point of the attack was to have someone (maybe Harry, most probably Granger), cross the door quickly, without looking around them, and walk straight into a deathly trap.
Draco saw the trap, called out a warning and Harry listened. He listened to Draco.
Both of them walked away with a different opinion of the other. No one comes out the same from a burning building.
 *
 The third time went like this.
âOccupied.â
âJe- Blimey!â
âFind your own corner in the shadows to hide, Potter. This one is mine.â
âI donât have time to find another spot.â
âToo bad. W- wait! No, quit it!â
âScoot over! We can share.â
âNo, we canât. This is my dark spot, go away.â
âEither we share or I make sure they find you too.â
âAs if I care. Iâm not hiding from your devotees. Go away.â
âItâs Clay Buckthorn.â
â⌠be quiet, then.â
They hid in there for an hour, talking in whispers and sharing a bottle of butterbeer, while Secretary Buckthorn, the most persistent and insufferable politician to ever crawl out of the Ministry, looked around for a popular face to join his campaign. They were about to leave when in came Rita Skeeter, pressuring Percy Weasley to answer her questions. They watched from the shadows as she pressed and cajoled and he resisted. It was a bit like watching some sort of fight sport, only after ten minutes they werenât sure who they were supporting.
 *
Harry thought Draco was dating Pansy Parkinson and maybe he still was. Evidently, it was all for show. No need to read so much into it. Â
There was this old witch complaining about tradition and values. Nothing no one hadnât heard before many times. People these days had no respect, it was disgraceful and so on. But then she turned to Dennis Creevey and his boyfriend (some Slytherin kid, Harry didnât know him), and she asked if their families werenât ashamed of them. Two men together. They ought to be.
Harry wasnât sure if she knew about Dennisâ brother or not. It was hard to believe that people could be so deliberately cruel to a stranger. The question stopped him from immediately jumping to her neck. He had been accused of blowing things out or proportion before. And by before, he meant that morning when he called out that rude shopper who cut the line before a goblin.
Meanwhile, Draco rolled his eyes in that magnificent way of his. For someone who acted so proud and proper, Draco had a very expressive face and the rolling of his eyes was a spectacle to behold. He stood from his table, grabbed Theo Nott by the lapels, and kissed him on the mouth long and hard right in the middle of the crowded restaurant. Afterwards he sat down, perfectly composed, and both Theo and him turned to look at the witch like the smuggest pair of snakes in the forest.
The witch left the restaurant soon after. Dennis lost the wretched look on his face and Harry paid the bill on Dracoâs table, earning a nod from him on the way out.
*
The day Dracoâs heart began to beat a different rhythm was a hot Thursday in summer and someone had tried to kill him.
It wasnât a particularly well thought attack and Draco took precautions. He wouldnât have gotten anything worse than an intense headache and maybe some sore muscles. Still, Harry felt the need to push him to the floor and shield him with his body from the sparks and shrapnel falling over them. Harry had stopped the hex in mid-air, which was admittedly impressive. Draco watched the purple rivulets of the failed curse slowly descending around them and wondered if he was in shock. That would be embarrassing. This clumsy attack on his life didnât deserve any shock.
Harry jumped from him (so nimble!) and chased down the would-be murdered, on foot, like a muggle. He, he just ran down the street, didnât even cast a spell until he caught up to him and brought him to the floor. Draco was sorry to miss that part, although there were very good pictures on the newspaper the next day. Harry looked amazingly heroic. One of the pictures had him jumping in mid-air.
Draco didnât know if this was something Harry did for everybody or if it was just for him, nor did he care. His chest and stomach and⌠other parts, were confused enough about how to feel, and his heart, in particular was beating to a new tune. Â
*
So Draco could make moving shadows to play stories and it was amazingly beautiful and Harry loved it, he loved it, and no, it was not the potion talking, he was perfectly sound of mind. St Mungo was about to let him go! But Draco had come visit him and when Harry complained about being dreadfully bored, Draco had put on this absolutely magical spectacle (yes, Harry knew they were both wizards, it was still magical; no, no potion talking, it was an honest opinion). In the end Harry stayed the night, just like the mediwitch had begged him to, and fell asleep with the shadows performing a dance before him.
*
Draco didnât call it love because he was quite an obstinate young man, but he was at that stage where he would easily admit that he was willing to lay down his life for Harry. He only had trouble with the word, not with the sentiment itself and its manifestation.
They were at the Ministry. It should be a pretty simple and straight-forward process. Go in, Pansy signs the documents, Draco bears witness and signs his own documents, go out. But of course it wouldnât be so simple. A pretty pureblood witch doing anything against her family was a spectacle. The press wanted photos, people wanted to see it live, and, of course, there was the ever present mob who just wanted to shout awful things. Usually Pansy dealt with the mob by herself, swiftly and with a sting.
But today was different, hence why Draco had informed Pansy he would be accompanying her before she could ask him to. It wasnât like the day she gave her testimony, but it was close enough. In a way, it was worse. A year ago they had her testimony to think about. Today it was just signing a document. That could hardly distract them from the crowd waiting for them. Â
A push. A yelp. A crash. And Harry Potter gallantly preventing a very old wizard from having a huge flower vase fall on top of him. Somehow, Harry didnât cast protego in time, so he avoided being brained by the vase but was splashed by the water and stood completely drenched in the middle of the Ministry main hall.
Across the mass of curious people and reporters and workers and people who had come to shout awful things, Harry looked at Draco. He gave him A Look. If he had more time, Draco would stop and think of a suitable metaphor for Harryâs eyes, their colour and intensity. But he didnât, so he grabbed Pansy by the elbow and together they crossed the hall without the crowd noticing. Everyoneâs attention was naturally fixed on the way the Saviour of the Wizarding Worldâs wet clothes clung to his chest.
Afterwards, once he had seen Pansy safely (and discreetly) home, Draco went to find Harry. He was perfectly dry now, but he had a faint scent of flowers around him.
âThe rose garden is lovely in June,â Draco said, which should be enough but of course Harry didnât understand him. Harry was kind, brave, handsome and clever in the most useless way so Draco had to actually explain, with words, that Weasley and Granger must have realize by now the extent of their fame and what it would mean if they married at the Burrow, where anyone could break in. Hence, why Draco mentioned his lovely rose garden where they could get married if they chose to without anyone invading their privacy.
âHermioneâs extended family is muggle.â Harry said, and dear Merlin it was even worse than Draco thought. They were going to pick a muggle place. So not only people breaking in, but a violent attack against the muggles too. Just what you want for a wedding.
âThe Malfoy family marries for power, not blood purity.â Draco explained in a whisper. âThere is no repello muggletum in our houses.â
âWhat!?â Harry cried, drawing immediate and sharp attention to them so they had to leave quickly and find a quiet place where Draco explained that Grandmother Imogen âthat is, Lucius Malfoyâs motherâ was a muggle but, most importantly, a peer of the Realm.
Harry stood in shocked silence for a minute, and after a lot of âwhatsâ and âhowsâ and âno, really, how could you join Voldemort?â he accepted to at least extend Dracoâs offer to the happy couple. Â
*
Draco said he didnât plan on attending the wedding. Just because he was offering his summer house it didnât mean he expected an invitation. He got one anyway, because Draco had showed them his summer house and two country houses belonging to his muggle cousins and was very careful not to mention Malfoy Manor at any point. Ron appreciated it even more than Hermione. Â
He rejected the invitation anyway because he said he much preferred to sit by the gates and send stinging hexes to anyone trying to intrude. It was his one chance to curse people indiscriminately and he didnât want to waste it.
He showed up later, during the reception, looking handsome and with a pleased smile on his face. He grabbed a glass of champagne, immediately transformed it from a flute to a pompadour without wasting a drop, and sat himself next to Aunt Muriel whom he proceeded to engage in a long and acrid dispute until Ron and Hermione had left. Dear Aunt Muriel didnât get a chance to insult the bride, or the groom, or any of their families really.
It was right then, while Draco forged a lifelong enemy (her life, not his) by insulting her garden (how did he know so much about flowers), that Harry realized he was in love. He was in love. He was in love. He wanted to be with Draco and insult people together and scandalize prejudiced old bats until they themselves were old bats.
*
Harry picked up a fight with the officiant (to be fair, that comment about the goblins was very unfortunate) and they ended up getting married at a muggle registerâs office and Draco was so, so, happy. His family was obviously displeased. Cousin Nerissa said that her fiancĂŠe could officiate and was very offended when Fred Weasley said no one wanted to be married by a man named Cuthbert. It was amazing. George Weasley sat next to Cousin George, the baron. Hermione and Ginny Weasley started a fight with the most traditional-minded relatives (from every side). Cousin Audrey came out to the family when she was caught propositioning Luna Lovegood. Pansy Parkinson got engaged to no less than three lords and said they could sort between themselves who got to marry her.
Draco was so in love. It was amazing.
#asks#verse:finding common ground and falling in love#what is it with flute glasses anyway#it's impossible to find pompadours these days#harry potter#draco malfoy#Anonymous#textpost
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The Nightmare Picnic - Wally Darling x Reader
You're a brand new resident in the wonderful Welcome Home Neighbourhood, and it's the perfect day for the picnic! But your dear friend Wally Darling doesn't seem to be enjoying the fun. What will happen when you decide to try and cheer him up?
content warnings for: eye imagery, scopophobia, hypnosis, impossible physics, Eldritch, and unreality. go in assuming that Wally is a weird little guy, and youâre both terrified of and kind of enjoy that fact! đ you can also find this fic on my AO3. i hope you enjoy!!Â
The day you learn how to love Wally Darling begins like any other.
It is a balmy day, the air soft and thick and dizzy with butterflies. The sun shines with relentless cheer, and nary a cloud can be seen in the sky. Such a day in the Neighbourhood cannot be spent languishing inside, and all your new neighbours think the same way. So, which lovely activity did they decide upon? Why, a picnic on the grass, of course!
The organisation of the event is efficient and cheerful. In no time, the lush meadow surrounding the outskirts of the Neighbourhood is replete with cosy blankets to lie on, fun games to play, and a plethora of delicious foods contributed by each neighbour. Luckily, youâd baked a whole tray of cupcakes the previous day, with the intent of handing them out when bumping into your neighbours going about their daily business. The cupcakes were a huge success; even the ever-curmudgeonly Frank, who always has something to complain about, graces you with a begrudging, âItâs good, I suppose,â when you hand him a vanilla cupcake topped with a green-icing butterfly.
'I needed this,â you think as you look around at your new friends. Youâve only been a resident of the Neighbourhood for a few months, but in that time youâve grown so close to its colourful cast of neighbours as if youâd known each other your whole lives. Right now, theyâre dotted across the meadow, smiling and laughing without a care in the world: Howdyâs busy putting together an impossibly long string of daisy chains; Eddie and Sally peer into an origami fortune-teller and giggle at the results; Frank leans over a bush, studying a caterpillar, and Julie and Poppy clap and cheer whilst Barnaby entertains them with a juggling act.
Itâs a gorgeous scene. Today, your heart is warm.
A small flash of yellow catches your eye. Of course, itâs an incomplete picture. You take in Wally, who sits cross-legged under the shade of a verdant apple tree. Heâs holding an apple between both hands and staring at it intently, as if willing the fruit to communicate with him. Itâs an odd expression - you arenât used to seeing Wally in a state of concentration.
âHey, Wally!â you call.
Wally looks up at you and smiles. He beckons you over.
âHello,â says Wally, in his simple way. âIâm happy to see you.â
Oh, what a beautiful voice. Every time you hear Wally speak, itâs like the gentle lapping of his syllables sweep away your worries in a single wave.
As you get closer to Wally, you notice a few strands of his deep blue hair turning flyaway and giving in to the heat, curling away from the otherwise-immaculate pompadour and escaping the death-grip of his hairspray. Heâs a little dishevelled elsewhere, too; Wallyâs neckerchief is coming loose, and though heâs long since abandoned his cardigan, a stray button on his shirt remains stubbornly popped. You find yourself grinning. Wally takes such pride in his appearance that you never get to see him a little less than perfect.
âSame to you!â you say. âArenât you hungry? All the foodâs down with the others.â
That unusually pensive look on Wallyâs face deepens. He turns his eyes back to his apple. âI canât.â
âWhy not?â You rummage in your backpack and pull out a chocolate bar. âYouâve got to eat, bud. You not feeling so good?â
Wally takes the treat from you and examines it for a moment, as if the bar is a scientific curiosity. âThatâs very nice of you��but this doesnât work for me. You should keep it.â
When Wally hands the bar back, your fingers touch for the briefest moment, and a shiver works its way up your spine.
You donât know when this⌠thing you have for Wally Darling began. Despite the countless nights youâve spent desperately trying to focus on something, anything else, your thoughts inevitably return to the little yellow puppet-man and his catlike smile. Thereâs a strange magnetism to Wally which befits his profession as a television host; everything from the delicate way he handles his paintbrush, to his ridiculous affinity for apples, leaves you with a little more fondness than before. Wally has so much affection stored in one small body, and when you first met, you wondered how any person could love so much all at once.
But now, when you look at Wally, you understand.
âIf youâre sure.â You pop the bar back into your bag and sit on the ground in front of Wally, mirroring his cross-legged pose. âThe offerâs still there.â
âItâs tempting,â says Wally, now turning his apple over and over in his hands. âIâd like to know what would happen, if I tried. But Barnaby told me it isnât worth the risk. I trust him to know.â
You have no idea what heâs talking about, but the look on Wallyâs face is so uncharacteristically brooding that you donât feel itâs polite to pry. Wallyâs always been the drifting sort: those large, dewy eyes of his are perpetually lidded, and always seem to be gazing at something no one else can see. But Wallyâs inattentiveness is usually matched with an infectious, excited kind of energy, bursting with nonsense and love.
Today, he almost looks sad. The idea makes you feel sick.
It occurs to you that this may be a personal issue, and Wally doesnât know you well enough to discuss it. So you ask, âDo you want me to look away?â
Wallyâs fingers still. To your surprise, the apple actually drops from his hands and rolls into the grass. Youâve never seen Wally mistreat an apple before - there must be something seriously wrong.
âActually,â says Wally, now looking at you properly, âIâd like to try something.â
He gestures for you to shuffle closer. When you do, Wally reaches forward and takes hold of your forearms. You make a surprised noise, but Wally squeezes you, and fixes you with a smile full of reassurance and warmth. A rush of heat leaps into your cheeks, and youâre suddenly reminded of an interaction you had with another neighbour not too long ago.
It was only a week after you arrived in the Neighbourhood, and you were finally moving the last of your belongings into your home. All of your new neighbours had graciously donated their time to help you in some fashion, and you were overcome with gratitude. On that final day you were more than capable of doing the rest of the moving yourself, but your closest neighbour - the excitable Julie Joyful - volunteered to help with the last handful of delicate items. At first, you were unsure - Julie is a lovely girl and incredibly fun to be around, but so spirited that you feared for the safety of your items. But a good twenty minutes of allowing her to help with the least fragile of your boxes allayed all your fears: Julie moves with the grace of a ballerina, and the two of you soon had all your boxes stacked in your living room.
Burnt orange sunlight poured through the window, streaming soon-to-be-dusk and casting the wooden floorboards with a vibrant glow. You take a moment from the heavy lifting to look out the window. Across the lawn, you can make out a couple of your neighbours engaging in some game. Upon closer inspection, you realise itâs Wally and Barnaby, the former laughing and tossing a series of colourful balls for Barnaby to catch.
You watched as Wally swung his arm and threw a few of the balls a surprising distance, letting the large, spotted dog race off to retrieve them. Wally put his hands on his hips, as if exhausted by the exertion. He turned - and locked eyes with you. Wallyâs face broke out into a huge grin, and he gave you a hearty wave. Feeling horribly embarrassed, you waved back, trying to ignore the painful squeezing of your heart. Youâve only known Wally a week, and yet youâre utterly charmed by everything he does.
A tug on your arm brought you back to the present: itâs Julie. She bats her long eyelashes at you, a knowing smile on her face.
âYou like hiiiiim, â she teased, her voice all sing-song.
âWhat?!â
You grabbed Julie by the shoulders and yanked her away from the window, as if Wally could somehow hear you both through sight. âNo! I donât know where you got an idea like that-â
âItâs okay, sweetie. You donât need to pretend.â
Your face felt like it was on fire. Youâd always been the careful type, ensuring your innermost thoughts and feelings stayed stuffed as far down as possible to keep you safe. But the Neighbourhood bred a kind of emotional honesty with which you were totally unfamiliar. Everyone is so exuberant, always wearing their hearts on their sleeves - some of them even literally, as plenty of your new neighbours wore outfits stitched with cute little hearts! Keeping a secret in the Neighbourhood felt wrongâŚeven a secret crush on the silly little artist whose smile lit up your insides.
So, you give in. âHow did you know?â
Julie giggles. She fishes in the pocket of her dress, and pulls out a daisy.
âI know a lot about flowers,â she explained, as she twirled the stem between her fingers. âWhat kinds grow in different meadows. How much sun and water and love they need to grow. They show it in their petals, and how they lean. People are a lot like that too.
âWhen you arrived, you lookedâŚwilted. Like youâd been kept out of the sun for too long. I could see it, but didnât want to ask why. I think everyone else could, tooâŚand we all wanted to help a new friend who lost their colour.â
âYouâve all been so lovely to me,â you said, by way of thanks.
Julie nodded. âSure we have! And it worked, for a little bit. But for a flower at the end of its days, even fresh soil, plenty of sun and lots of water can only do so much. Your petals seemed faded for good. And thatâs okay. I just wanted you to be happy - whatever that looks like for you.â
You swallowed. âYou see a lot, for a gardener.â
Julie smiled. âWhen you care for flowers, you learn to listen to their needs. Sometimes, youâll have a flower who has everything in the worldâŚbut theyâre still curling up, and shying away from the light.â
She pressed the daisy into your palm.
âWally brings the colour back to your petals,â said Julie. âDo yourself a favour. Donât hide from your sun.â
Another squeeze from Wally brings you out of your recollection. You suck in a deep breath, facing this new reality of Wally holding you, his fingers pleasantly warm and fuzzy.
âClose your eyes,â says Wally gently.
For anyone else, you wouldâve paused - but for Wally, you comply immediately.
Slowly, you feel Wallyâs hands slide down your arms to your hands. He threads his fingers through yours and holds them firm, so tight that you start to feel your blood thrumming from the pressure. Your hearing, sensitive now your sight is compromised, picks up the distant chatter of your neighbours, as well as the friendly sounds of nature at play. Your skin tingles, sweat-slicked from the heat and the nerves.
âI have a question,â says Wally, his voice wonderfully calm and soft.
âYes?â
âWhy do you eat?â
âUhâŚâ What kind of question was that? Wally is admittedly prone to posing questions that only a truly strange mind would think up, but this one is so baffling, youâre thrown entirely for a loop. â...So I donât die, I guess?â
âHa ha ha ha!â Wallyâs unique, halting laugh almost startles you into opening your eyes. âYouâre so funny. Okay. Do you know why I eat?â
This time, it takes you a little longer to answer. A simple enough question, surely with the exact same answer? But Wallyâs voice has taken on a teasing, knowing edge - a sound you recognise from when heâs setting up a punchline. The question must be a trick. So you rack your brains, trying to think of all the times youâd seen Wally eat: where he was, what he was eating.
With your eyes still closed, you reach a strange realisation.
âIâŚI donât think Iâve ever seen you eat.â
A soft chuckle from Wally. âThatâs right. You havenât.â
Wallyâs grip on your hand tightens. Strangely, a weak, static noise buzzes to life, seemingly from inside your skull. You shift, trying to locate the source, but Wally holds you in place. As the noise grows, the sounds of your friends fizzle out and die. Itâs as if youâve been placed on an invisible train and are moving steadily down the track, away from all the familiar sounds of your Neighbourhood - but you canât feel the rumbling of the track, or hear the whistle of the wind.
âButâŚmaybe you should.â
With Wallyâs words the temperature noticeably drops, and gooseflesh breaks out on your arms. You shudder, wanting to open your eyes but finding that you canât: your eyelids feel impossibly heavy. Youâre stuck in place, pinioned to the grass (which you can no longer feel) as that buzzing sound inches up by the decibel, a nasty, steady crawl which leaves your brain awash in a sea of noise.
âOpen your eyes.â
You do so.
And you canât make sense of what you see.
The sky is gone. The tree is gone. The meadow is gone. Every detail from the Neighbourhoodâs comforting landscape has evaporated, leaving nothing behind but a grayscale emptiness which fuzzes in and out like television static. Even the awful buzzing sound abruptly falls away, leaving your ears with nothing but the distant sound of an unseen tide.
Wally still sits in front of you, his hands grasping yours, but itâs like heâs sitting on nothing at all: somehow supported by a cushion of emptiness. Itâs like the texture of the world has fallen out of reality.
Seized by vertigo, you tighten your grip on Wallyâs hands. âWhatâs happening?!â
âDonât worry,â says Wally. âYouâre safe.â
âThereâs nothing here,â you whisper. âWhere is everyone?â
âBack Home,â says Wally. âThey canât see us right now. Theyâre not ready.â His smile turns coy. âBut I think you are. Watch this.â
Wally reaches over and rustles in your backpack. Your heart crawls into your mouth; although you can see Wallyâs hands in front of you, you can somehow still feel his hands holding both of yours, keeping you locked in place. You try to look down and make sense of this impossibility, but your eyes are stuck, glued to Wallyâs face. You can only watch, terrified, as he takes out your chocolate bar and locks in his gaze.
Without warning, Wallyâs eyes flare open, heavy lids drawing back and revealing the full size of his large, black pupils. Wallyâs stare travels steadily down the chocolate bar, a focused intensity searing from his eyes like a laser. Somehow as he stares, bite marks are chunked out of the chocolate, as if some great invisible person is taking enormous chomps out of both the bar and wrapper. In seconds, the chocolate is gone.
Panic grips your chest, and you start to hyperventilate. The world tilts, and youâre scared you might actually puke. Wally blinks, his eyelids half-blanketing those pupils once more, and he looks at you with concern. When his eyes connect, your chest convulses with panic: a type of terror youâve never experienced before threatening to claw its way out of your body and devour you whole.
âWhat happened?!â
âOh, donât be scared,â says Wally, his voice floating and cloudlike. âThis is just how I eat.â
âHow - did you - do - that?â you gasp.
âIâm not sure. Iâve always eaten this way.â Wally inclines his head in sympathy. âI am sorry if Iâve made you afraid. I usually only eat when others are blinking. That way, I donât interrupt them. I donât want to be rude."
You suck in a huge gulp of breath. âWally, this isâŚimpossible,â you manage. âI want to leave - I want to go Home-â
âYou canât.â
Wally shakes his head mildly from side to side, but his eyes seem to stay still, locked into the centre of his face. No matter how much you strain to move, those incredible eyes remain right in front of you, always at the same distance, never looking away - and never blinking. In your peripheral vision, you see Wallyâs hand reach up towards your face. He cups your cheek. The sensation of feeling three arms belonging to a two-armed person on your body sends a rush of nausea through your throat. Wally strokes your skin with his thumb.
âYou understand me so well,â says Wally. âYou see me, donât you?â
âI donât understand.â Another wave of dizziness rises up, pushing behind your eyeballs. The sensation is the same as the pressure of allergies arising on a high pollen day - yet you can no longer smell the flowers of the meadow. You try again in vain to rip your gaze away from Wallyâs, but you canât - and youâre finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.
Wallyâs thumb stops, resting in the dip of your cheek. âI love my friends, but they only see one part of me. The part they want to see. But youâŚâ
His thumb trails to the edge of your lip.
â...you see all of me.â
Youâre split in two. Your brain, the logical part of your thinking, is screaming at you to do anything - to move, to scream, to run as fast as you can into the nightmare emptiness and beg for help. But the other part of you - your traitorous, emotional heart - douses the runaway fire of your fear with the intoxication of Wallyâs touch. You find yourself leaning into his hand, savouring how perfectly his cheek cups your palm, and the slight fuzz of his thumb teasing your lip.
âI do,â you whisper. Suddenly, your body relaxes, and you slump forward. You feel very tired. The panic which gripped your body only moments ago is now quashed, flattened into a fine layer of dust by the weight of Wallyâs impossibly black eyes. Now your nervous system is nothing but the aftermath: the feeling of fight-or-flight chemicals settling into your bloodstream, leaving you weak and sluggish.
Now, Wallyâs eyes are not a source of terror. Theyâre a blanket you wish to curl up beneath, and never wake up.
âI think youâre special, you know,â says Wally. âThe way I feel when Iâm around you isâŚdifferent, than with the others. Youâre the absolute most.â
Wallyâs words settle over your brain like a dream. You watch, your eyes heavy and drained, as Wally brings his hands up to his chest and forms the shape of his heart with his fingers. Youâre no longer scared of the physical contradictions of Wally holding your hands whilst signing his affection. It seems in this reality, Wally can have as many hands as he wants.
This is why Wallyâs next question confuses you so:
âDo you think if our friends saw me like thisâŚtheyâd run away?â
Wallyâs words are becoming harder to process. The world around him tunnels. Even though youâre sure that youâre fixed in place, sitting on some immovable, textureless cushion, Wallyâs eyes grow larger, encroaching evermore on your limiting field of vision. The longer you look, the more of Wallyâs scleras are swallowed by his expanding pupils. Those blown, void-black pools seem to come with their own gravity, and youâre slipping into their inconceivable pull, ready to be strewn and stretched and ripped apart by their physics.
âOh, Wally,â you try to say, but your tongue slackens, and his name comes out as, âWaaalllllyyyy.â âWe love you so much. You canât make us run away.â
Wally smiles, and you think itâs the saddest thing youâve ever seen.
âHow I wish that were true.â
Suddenly, Wallyâs eyes shift just the slightest bit to the left. The effect is like unsealing a pressure chamber. For a moment you are released from his eyes, and your brain and body scramble as one, free-falling and bracing to break against the ground with a hypnic jerk. However, Wally realises his mistake and grabs you by the shoulder - another impossible arm - and forces you to look back into his eyes.
âShh. Donât strain yourself. The more you resist, the worse youâll feel.â
You blink rapidly, trying to reorient yourself in space. Wallyâs touch grounds you again, holding you steady in this non-existent space. You try to reply, but your mouth now hangs open, jaw useless. Saliva collects in a pool under your tongue, but Wally still keeps his thumb at the edge of your lip, now rubbing soothing circles against your flesh.
âWe donât have much time,â says Wally. âButâŚthank you for this. You canât know how much I appreciate you.â
The warm flush of his approval works its way through your unresponsive body. Your muscles contract, dopamine and serotonin coating your insides and bringing your fingers - still interlocked with Wallyâs - into a sudden contraction. You force your mouth into a speech-ready shape, fuelled by his words and his touch and the sheer paradox of his being, and you try so desperately to say, âWally, I love you- â
But then he looks away.
The spell is broken. Like flipping to another television channel, the world around you snaps back into place in one vivid bound. All the colour, sounds and scents of the Neighbourhood re-enter your senses in one huge burst, and the force of it almost knocks you over. Wally - who is still holding your hands, just like before - keeps you steady, crushing your hands together like he would rather die than let go.
âHey, you two!â
Looking away from Wally feels like ripping off a plaster. Your eyes alight on Julie trotting up the meadowâs slight incline, clutching a hotdog in one hand and a cooler in the other.
âEddie wanted me to tell you weâre packing up,â Julie chirps. âLooks like a thunderstorm is coming.â She looks down at your hands, still intertwined with Wallyâs, and grins. âAm I interrupting something?â
âJust some good old-fashioned fun,â says Wally, his voice impassive and gentle.
The ability for words has deserted you. You stare back at Wally, searching desperately for something supernatural in the darks of his eyes. Wally looks normal - as normal as a small, yellow puppet can - and his eyes are back to their half-lidded, sleepy-looking state. It takes a couple of nudges with his foot for Wally to bring you back to earth.
Wally lets go of your hands, and you can feel the blood pumping in the spaces between your fingers. You try standing up, but your legs are weak and wobbly, as if youâd just run a marathon while sitting in one spot. They wouldâve collapsed beneath you, but Wally catches you before you slip. He hauls you up and loops his arm around yours.
âJust hungry,â Wally says with a smile. âLetâs get you Home."
Julie leads the way down the small embankment, with Wally supporting your timid, uneasy steps. You soon reach your neighbours, now busying themselves in tidying up the remnants of your picnic. Upon seeing you, they all crowd around, asking if youâre okay. Barnaby remarks that you look terribly pale, and Sally offers to bring you a drink. However, Wally shoos them off, admonishing them in a familial sort of way. He reassures them that youâve just had a small fainting spell, and need to get some rest.
Now free of the others, Julie, Wally and yourself make the way home - and youâre thankful itâs only a short distance. When you finally reach your porch you want to fall over onto the steps, but Wally keeps you held upright: a firm, reassuring presence at your side.
âYou need to tell us if you get this again, okay?â says Julie, looking at you with worry in her eyes.
âOkay,â you say, giving a weak nod.
âThank you. Feel better soon, okay?â
Julie gives you and Wally a final glance over. Having determined youâll be more than fine in Wallyâs care, she bids her goodbyes and skips off to help the rest of your neighbours.
âHa ha ha,â laughs Wally. âJulie is a good friend. Iâm lucky to have her in my life.â
You look sideways at Wally. He catches your eye, and dips his head in a nod. âI feel the same way about you,â he says.
The question is implied in his voice - a little waver at the edge of his words.
âWallyâŚI donât really understand what happened today,â you say. âButâŚI know it doesnât change how much I like you."
The beam that dawns on Wallyâs face is so wide, it almost cracks in two. âThank you,â he whispers.
You canât help but return the grin. âThank you for being vulnerable with me.â
Wally lets go of your arm, and turns to face you properly. He reaches up one hand, and then hesitates, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours as if pondering a question.
Finally, Wally leans in and gives you a small, gentle kiss on the cheek. You inhale sharply, your arms hanging limply by your side and your fingers curling into questioning shapes. His mouth is plush and downy, and the impression of his lips sends a toasty-sweet feeling rocketing through your body.
When Wally pulls back, his yellow skin is dusted pink about his cheeks.
âAlways know,â he says softly, âthat I love you very much.â
Then, heâs leaving. You watch in stunned silence as Wallyâs back retreats into the distance, making his way to join the throng of your neighbours. A slight rumble in the distance makes you look up: a cluster of thunderclouds gather at the edge of the Neighbourhood, fat with the promise of rain.
You touch your lips gently, and smile. Then, you retreat inside the safety of your homeâŚwith the warm memory of Wallyâs kiss playing in your mind, and static still buzzing in your fingers.
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I (Absolutely) Do (not) - Mondo Owada/Reader
Masterlist
Rating: Teen
Word Count:Â 3.5k
Warnings: None, just good olâ fluff and angst (happy ending)
Summary:
Today's the big day. Today you're finally going to marry your fiancĂŠ.
Note:
I am currently posting a few of my old works from Wattpad onto ao3, and now tumblr! Keep in mind that most of these are probably a couple of years old. And while they might make me cringe, as old writing tends to do, I don't think I'll ever rewrite any of them due to sheer laziness. I hope you enjoy reading these tho!
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The chime of the church bells startles you out of your thoughts. Today's the big day! Today you're finally going to marry your fiancĂŠ! After being engaged for more years than you can count, they agreed to picking a day and hosting a ceremony. The setting wasn't ideal. At first, you proposed a simple wedding with a few friends and family, but your fiancĂŠ insisted on something grander and more extravagant. So here you are, in a church, having a wedding with barely anyone you know on the guestlist --most of your friends had cancelled due to conflicting schedules.
Your fingers fidget, and it becomes increasingly difficult to not scrunch up the fabric of your wedding attire in your hands. Instead, you drum your fingers on the table in an anxious fit. A knock on your door sends a jolt through your heart, and you nearly fall off your seat. Rising from the chair, you hastily make your way to the door, hoping it's your fiance sneaking away to see you.
"How's it goin', Soon-to-be partner of F/n?" a familiar voice says, throwing your hopes into the dumpster. (F/n stands for your fiancĂŠ's name. Forgive me for the awkward term usage. It's very difficult to find a gender-neutral term for relationships/marriage.)
"Mondo?" You open the door to reveal a dressed up Mondo in his snazzy white biker outfit. He never wears those clothes unless it's a special occasion or he's kicking some ass. "You certainly look fetching today, Mondo," you snicker to yourself.
"Hey! Don't laugh at me! I was told that ya gotta wear white to a wedding," he grumbles, refusing to admit to his blunder. You stare at him, waiting for some sort of punchline, but this is Mondo we're talking about, and he rarely jokes around.
"Traditionally, wearing white is something the bride does. Not to say that other people can't wear white, but often it's the bride who has to wear white."
"Oh..."
"But honestly! You look great in white! It really, um, accentuates your manliness?" You grin and shoot him a couple of finger guns in an attempt to wipe the unamused frown that's starting to settle on his face. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"It's a miracle you're getting married, ya know that?" His words make you sputter, and you slap his shoulder half-heartedly.
"I know, I know. Someone like me settling down seems impossible-"
"No, dumbass. I'm talkin' 'bout how you're gettin' married after being engaged for so long. I thought I was gonna have to pummel some sense into that piece of shit." Mondo interrupts you to prevent any misunderstanding, flicking your forehead. You pout and ruffle his pompadour in retaliation. He clicks his tongue and tries to repair the damage while giving you a serious look. "Listen, ya gotta stop with that self depricatin' humour. It ain't funny, and it ain't true."
"It's my wedding day, and you're still going to badmouth my fiancĂŠ?" You try to steer the conversation away and ignore his last remark. He frowns at the change of subject but decides to drop it.
"I told ya since day one. I don't trust that snake. You told me that they slithered into someone else's bed while you were gone."
"That was different, Mondo! Our class was missing for two years; they thought I died!" You try to justify your fiancĂŠ's actions, choosing to believe in their love for you. Clearly, Mondo is annoyed at how blinded you are by your feelings.
"Ditch those fuckin' rose-tinted glasses, Y/n. It doesn't take a genius to see how shady it was when they asked you to marry 'em after not seein' you for two years! How long did it take for you to have this ceremony? How many times did you doubt whether you would actually get married to them?" He begins to poke holes in your beliefs. Turning your head away, you refuse to meet his eyes, not wanting to acknowledge the possibility you've been played. "Damn it, Y/n! Look at me! Look me in the fuckin' eyes and tell me that this is what you want! To get married to someone who continues to grow distant from you, who leaves you crying alone at 2 am! Cause it sure as hell ain't what I want for you."
You bite your lip, knowing that he's only trying to look out for you in his usual brash way. You hadn't noticed, but your knuckles had turned white from gripping your arms. Taking a shaky breath, you walk to the door and open it. "Please, I need to be alone right now."
"Y/n...."
"I know." He walks up to you, and you pat his arm. "I know you're only looking out for me... because I would do the same. But I really need to be alone right now, need to think for a bit and get my thoughts in order." You know how riled up the both of you get when a spat happens, so you decide it's for the best if you cool off before continuing the conversation. Mondo grimaces and nods his head.
"Well, ya better think hard. Cause there's somethin' important inside that head of yours that you're forgettin'."
"What do you mean? Is there something about my fiancĂŠ I'm supposed to recall?"
"No, it's not that. I would prefer if you forgot about the bastard entirely. Just... don't forget the celebration gift I gave ya. You did promise you'd wear it on your wedding day," he says bitterly, but he sees your confused expression and dismisses his words. "Nevermind, I'll be out near my hog if ya need me." He walks out the door, closing it behind him. The click of the door sends a wave of sadness to wash over you, leaving the room silent with only the periodic chimes of the church bells. Was this really what you wanted? Was it too much to expect your fiancĂŠ to still love you after going missing for two years? You begin to nervously chew on your nails, the glint of the engagement ring glimmering on your ring finger. Taking a brief pause, you slide the ring off your finger and stare at it intently. To disperse any feelings of doubt, you leave the room to search for your fiancĂŠ, hoping to strengthen your resolve over marriage.
Luckily for you, their dressing room is only down the hall. You quietly walk down the corridor, not wanting to attract any attention from the guests. Remembering that you also forgot your breakfast donut in their room when you were sneaking flowers for your fiancĂŠ, you make a mental note to eat it if your fiancĂŠ hasn't already found and ate it before you. You stop in front of the door. However, the door is slightly ajar. Out of curiosity, you decide to take a peek before knocking on the door, but to your horror, you see your fiancĂŠ kissing another person. Your fiancĂŠ is blocking the view of the other person, but things grow heated, and you watch as your fiancĂŠ hoists them up onto the table. You hold your breath. If they could just turn a little, you can catch a glimpse of the cheeky minx your fiancĂŠ is passionately making out with. They pull apart with giggles and lingering touches between them; it makes your heart feel queasy.
"We can't keep this up for long. The ceremony is in twenty minutes," a feminine voice says in a breathy tone. You freeze. There's something so familiar about that voice that it's unsettling.
"Darling, twenty minutes is all we need," your fiancĂŠ replies, launching an assault on the other party. Laughter erupts, and you feel your knees buckle. A strong pair of arms catch you before you hit the floor, turning you away from that horrid sight. You don't remember what happens next, only that you're picked up and carried outside to the hidden garden at the side of the church. Hands gripping the collar of a white trenchcoat, you numbly turn your head to see a familiar pompadour and those violet eyes that you've forgotten you adored.
".....Mondo?"
He turns to you, a furious expression on his face. "You saw nothin', ya got that? Wipe that disgusting memory from your mind!" His eyes soften when he notices that you're trembling. He tries to set you down on a bench, but you refuse to let him go, so he sighs and sits down with you in his arms. "Didn't I tell ya they're a real piece of shit?" You nod slowly, burying your face into his shoulder. He pats your back and says, "Look, if you wanna cry, I ain't gonna stop you. Let it all out so that we can go back inside and kick some ass."
You laugh, but your laughter turns into hiccuping, and your hiccuping turns into sobbing. Crying into his shoulder, Mondo strokes your back in comfort and waits for you to finish. "I was supposed to get married today," you sniffle.
"I know. At least you found out what kind of trash they really are."
"To think that they were cheating on me!"
"Yeah! how dare they!"
"On my wedding day!" you shout furiously.
"What a shitty person!" Mondo continues hyping you up.
"With my own mother!" you shriek.
"Ye-- wait, what?" He pauses in shock. "You're joking, right?" He looks at your tear-stained face, and his expression falls. "Oh shit, you're actually serious." Mondo ponders for a minute before mumbling, "I always knew they were a motherfucker." You gasp. Trying to laugh and a stuffy nose created the byproduct of a weird mating call that whales use. Mondo lets out a chuckle, the vibrations rumbling off his chest and sending tingles through your body.
"So much for getting married," you sigh, the disappointment clearly showing on your face.
"It's not like ya have to specifically marry them. Hell, you're sittin' on the lap of the hottest biker in the world." He tries to cheer you up, which works wonderfully as you giggle, the corners of your mouth twitching into a smile.
"You are wearing white... You can be my bride!" You chuckle, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of Mondo finding a veil big enough to cover his pompadour --or would he just cut a hole instead? Regardless, the image brought a blush to your cheeks.
"Fuck, you really have no idea what ya do to me." He gazes at you and brushes away some of your tears with his thumb. "C'mon, we got a wedding to crash and a fiancĂŠ to beat up!" He stands up, and you set your feet on the ground, taking his hand that he offered to you. You walk through the doors, and suddenly, a priest grabs your arm. You notice he's out of breath with sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Goodness me, child. Where have you been? Your fiancĂŠ and mother are worried sick. They couldn't find you anywhere. We must hurry; the ceremony is starting." The oblivious priest guides you to the grand double doors that lead to the alter. You frantically look behind you to see Mondo clenching his fists before storming outside. Disappointed, you let the priest guide you and begin walking down the aisle once the band starts playing the wedding march. You see your fiancĂŠ standing at the alter, but their eyes aren't focused on you; their eyes are focused on your mother. It feels nauseating to be the only person in the room who's aware of the adultery that was committed several minutes ago, which you don't even know when it started.
Reaching the alter, you feel relieved that you manage to maintain a neutral expression as your fiancĂŠ smiles at you and the vows are read.
"Do you, F/n, take Y/n as your wedded spouse, to have and to hold, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
"Absolutely! I mean, I do," your fiancĂŠ stumbles, earning a few chuckles from the audience, but it left a foul taste in your mouth. The priest then reads the vows for you, and you take a deep breath before answering.
"I..." Your fiance gazes at you expectantly, but you notice their eyes shifting away from your face and glancing at the front row where your mother is seated.
"I absolutely do not!" You declare, shocking even the priest. Your mother quickly rises from her seat and tries to persuade you.
"Oh, Y/n. If it's cold feet you're having, don't worry! Marriage is great, and you love F/n." She tries to reassure you, but you brush her off.
"Why don't you marry them then! I saw you two practically fucking in the dressing room twenty minutes before the reception was supposed to start!" you shout at your mother. The crowd and even the priest gasps. Everyone is whispering amongst themselves, unsure of what's going on.
Your 'fiancĂŠ' butts in. "Now, Y/n. I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding. Are you sure that's what you saw?"
"I'm sure of what I saw. But maybe I should get my vision checked because I don't even know what I saw in you in the first place!"
Your fiancĂŠ feigns hurt and continues to remain ignorant in front of the many eyes watching them. "You can't just accuse me of something you have no proof of, Y/n. Honestly, I'm quite hurt that you think I would do something like that."
Your mother turns to calm down the audience when you notice a giant stain on the bottom of her dress.
"Boston cream..." you mumble.
"What? This isn't time to be thinking about food," your fiancĂŠ frowns.
"No! I left my donut in your room when I went to put flowers on your desk! I watched you and mother make out on top of the desk. That stain is proof that she was sitting on your desk! How else could she have gotten that distinct chocolate glaze and cream filling on her dress?!" Your fiancĂŠ flinches, and your mother swoops in to try and save them.
"I was checking the catering when a waiter ran into me."
"Bullshit," you retort.
"Y/n, it's really not a big deal. Why don't we continue with the ceremony? You won't meet another nice fiancĂŠ like F/n again."
"No! Marriage this and marriage that! It's always you insisting... that I get... married," you finish in a hushed tone. "I didn't survive the antics of a psychopathic bear for two years just to marry some trash I don't even like!" Your head throbs, and you bring a hand up to soothe the pain in your temple. "Holy shit," you mumble to yourself. "I-I never wanted this. Why did I agree to do this?" Furrowing your brows, you try to remember why you agreed to this engagement. You vaguely recall being engaged, but why wasn't it with F/n?
Your mother panics and grabs your hands. "I did this for your own good, Y/n. I couldn't have you marry a biker --a biker, Y/n!" She continues to ramble on, her eyes freaking you out. "We can share. It's no big deal. It was so lonely when you were gone, but F/n kept me company. We can keep each other company from now on." Her grip tightens to the point of it being painful, but you're unable to wriggle out of her iron hold over you. "Oh, you should have just eaten your donut like a good kid. If you had eaten it, none of this would have happened." You manage to wrench her hands off of you and shove her away. Your mother has clearly gone insane during the time you disappeared... has she been spiking your food?
You narrow your eyes at your ex-fiancĂŠ. "Were we ever dating?" You ask. Your memories are a jumbled mess currently, and you can no longer recall what happened when you came home after escaping Hope's Peak Academy.
"Only for a month or two before you went missing. I only dated you to get closer to your mom," they admit, to which you reply with a punch to their face. The audience cheers, and some even whistle, which makes you feel like a total badass. The sound of an engine revving catches everyone's attention, and a familiar figure comes blasting down the aisle on a motorcycle.
"Mondo!" You brighten up upon seeing him. With your back turned, you're unaware of the blow your ex-fiancĂŠ is about to deliver for that punch you gave them. A blur of white flashes past you and the shrieks of F/n echo in the room.
"You fucker!" You turn around to see Mondo lifting them up before smashing their face into the wedding cake that was conveniently placed near the altar. He dusts off his hands before confidently strutting towards you and carries you in his arms.
"Where have you been," you whisper, the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"Pickin' up some of your things. You're obviously movin' in with me after that shitshow." You notice that a duffel bag is sitting in the sidecar, presumably holding your belongings.
"You can't leave, Y/n! The ceremony isn't finished!" your mother wails, flinching when she sees your icy glare. Mondo sets you down on the bike before sitting in front of you. He kicks up the kickstand, and you flip your middle finger at your mother and her lover.
"Fuck both of you! I'm moving out!" you shout right before Mondo speeds out of the reception hall, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. You laugh and whoop in joy as the wind runs through your hair. Mondo glances back and smiles at your state of excitement. "Did you see the look on their faces?!"
"Yeah, the two of them looked 'bout ready to shit themselves. Ya did good, Y/n." You can feel the warmth radiating off his back as you tighten your hold around his waist. Suddenly, you remember the engagement ring on your finger. You had slipped it back on earlier, but now you have no use for it. You remove the jewel-encrusted band and watch the road. Once you pass by a bridge, you toss the ring. A finger on your right hand glimmers.
"Mondo, do you remember where I got this ring?" you ask, gazing intently at the purple gem in the center of the ring.
"Course I do. I was the one who gave it to ya." You knit your brows.
"Is this the present you gave to me to celebrate something?" When he doesn't respond, you crane your neck to catch a glimpse of his face, noticing that it's bright red.
"It was to celebrate our engagement," he finally answers.
You exclaim in surprise, "We're engaged?!"
He nods solemnly and begins to explain everything to you from his perspective. He recounts how the two of you fell in love at the academy, how he proposed when everyone escaped, how you started to ignore him the night after and suddenly became engaged to someone else. "The gang's gonna lose their shit when they see ya!" he happily states, rambling on about how everyone missed seeing you.
"What now?" you ask, still staring at the ring --which is now on your left ring finger.
"Well, you did promise me you'd wear it on your wedding day." He pulls up to his biker gang headquarters. The building is decorated crudely in flowers with a sloppy hand-painted banner of Mondo's name and yours. Tears well up in your eyes, and you try to blink them away.
"Did you plan for this to happen?"
"I sure as hell wasn't gonna let you marry anyone else but me," he huffs, stepping off the bike and extending his hand to you. "I was even ready to snatch ya away if things didn't go as planned."
"But who will officiate our wedding?"
"Of course, it's gotta be my bro, Taka. Who else? Man's so talented, he's gonna be my best bro and our officiant!" You laugh at his words, glad that his bromance with Taka is still going strong. "You're fuckin' beautiful when you laugh, ya know that?" He admires your crimson face and cheekily plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You'll look even better with Owada as your last name." He tugs your hand and leads you to the entrance. You walk through the door together and see all of your old classmates.
"Y/n!" they all shout happily. You grin, practically glowing from all the attention. Your friends cancelled going to the first wedding because they were busy attending your wedding with Mondo.
This is it, this is the wedding you wanted. A wedding surrounded by close friends in a place you cherish.
Mondo squeezes your hand. The two of you walk down the aisle together, where Taka is waiting with a dictionary in his hands. You eye the book and let out a small laugh.
"It was the best I could do on such short notice!" he says, profusely defending himself.
You stare lovingly at the man standing in front of you, his eyes glimmering like the gem on your ring.
Today's the big day; today you're finally going to marry your fiancĂŠ.
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End Note:
Holy shit, I re-read this and fell in love with it all over again. This is one of my all-time favourite works that I've written and I hope you guys love it even half as much as I do.
I noticed while skimming that I used Y/n in this work. I have come to personally prefer not using/reading it, so any current or future works I write will not have it. Although I know it can be a bit difficult in this regard because of wedding vows. I would like to add I will probably also try to avoid anything like f/n (friend's name), y/e/c (your eye colour). etc. Mostly for immersion reasons and my brain hates auto-filling in words.
This work is based on a prompt: "Twenty minutes before you are about to get married, you find your mother and your fiancĂŠ kissing passionately."
Reblogs are appreciated!
#danganronpa#mondo owada x reader#mondo x reader#mondo owada#danganronpa x reader#fluff and angst#angst with a happy ending#hurt/comfort#I can't tag too much without giving anything away and I hate it#Taka and Mondo bromance#We love to see it#You and Mondo get married#Banter#bamf reader#bamf mondo#established relationship?#tbh this is one of my favourites#gender neutral reader
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Fantasy AU!
Josuke x F! Reader- ch9
It takes two!
Minor TW for bullying.
Can't wait to see ya'll next week!
"So," Josuke starts. "What did you have in mind?" Shigetchi smiles, almost vibrating in excitement. You were all seated comfortably in the carriage, promptly entering when Shigetchi asked you to, and unfortunately, Shigetchi had a bit of a rambling habit. Finally, after a few minutes on the road to his villa, he stopped talking long enough for Josuke to get a word in.
"I'm throwing a party this weekend." Shigetchi paused as if he was expecting immediate praise, but the carriage was silent. Okuyasu whistled and started to clap out of pity.
"... anyway." Shigetchi rolled his eyes. " I thought it'd be a better fit for the three of you to gain some leverage on the whole rescue situation. Viscount Brimsey, his family, and his colleagues all will be attending." Your face scrunched up in disgust.
"Family?" The Viscount has only one family member to speak of. His daughter, a redhead named Gwendolyn, was intolerable. Just like her father, she was a Royal suck-up, only she was more of a spoiled brat than her father. Shigetchi nodded.
"Yeah. I'm not too 'xcited about that. His daughter's always been a⌠well," You frowned.
"Trust me, I know. She used to visit the palace during her summer vacations." That, and pay the stable boys to put mud under your pillows. She's always been a rather jealous thing, and you can't imagine how well a future meeting would go without Yukako by your side to defend you from the Royal menace. Okuyasu scratched the back of his neck, looking quite confused.
"What's so bad about her? I thought all those rich ladies are supposed to be hot, and well mannered, and..." You couldn't help yourself from laughing. Where in the world would he get that idea? Josuke sighed out of embarrassment, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Okuyasu, You've been reading too many newspapers." You giggled. Josuke's warm smile was a welcome sight at the action.
Shigetchi stretched widely, causing Okuyasu to shift uncomfortably next to him. He snatched a fancy flask from the inside of his coat pocket, taking a swig of something you hoped wasn't alcohol before shoving it away again. You could feel Josuke stiffen next to you. Wonder what was up with him?
"Anyway, if the three of you are up for it, I have jobs for you that I think will work perfectly for the information you're looking for." He smirks in an almost evil way. "What do ya say?"
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"I can't believe you agreed to this." You muttered in a playful tone. All the jobs Shigetchi assigned to you were fitting, you as a server once again, Okuyasu as the guard just outside the doors, but out of all the jobs for him to give JosukeâŚ
Apparently, he had caught Gwendolyn's eye while the three of you had been traversing the town over the past few days. Unfortunately for him, (and you) she had asked Shigetchi about him. After a little conversation with undoubtedly some bribery involved He agreed to get Josuke to be her escort. That's how you found out the real reason the kid had "invited" You all.
"She can't be that bad." You shook your head as you buttoned Josuke's borrowed tailcoat. He had no clue about this woman. He also had no clue on how to dress himself properly in such formal fashion, which was why you demanded to help him with his many layers. Honestly, it felt good to be this close to him.
"Oh please, she's like your worst date experience times ten."
"... well, I'm sure I'll be able to handle her." You rolled your eyes.
"Maybe. Rich girls like that tend to fall easily for a handsome face," Did you just say that out loud? Josuke stiffened a bit, and you prayed that it wasn't because you made him uncomfortable. You had to change the subject fast.
"Let's just hope she doesn't try insulting that hair of yours," you giggled a little awkwardly as Josuke ran a hand across his carefully styled pompadour defensively.
After finishing with his coat, and flittering around him to make sure everything was fine, you took a step back. You looked him up and down, appreciating how nice he looked in the clothes, even if they did look a little stuffy.
"You look great!" Josuke chuckled, a light blush on his cheeks. For a moment, but just a moment, he stopped, looking at you fondly with a smile. You smiled in return before a sudden look of shock flashed across his face.
"Hey! Before I forgetâŚ" You followed him with your eyes as he walked over to the grocery bags on the bed, pulling a round hat box out of the fray. You immediately recognized it from the same ones behind the counter at the market earlier today. Josuke walked over to you, holding out the box for you to take, and after a moment of confusion, you realized what he had done.
"You didnât!" You gently scolded. He smiled, nudging the box forward again. You gently lifted the lid, a bright smile spreading across your face at the sight of the old hat.
"I meant to give it to you earlier, but with Shigetchi rolling in I didn't have time." You picket the hat up by the rim, holding it delicately in your hands. You were overjoyed, at first. But when the doubt sunk in it was impossible to get rid of.
The three of you only had so much money to use while you were here. Not to mention you weren't sure how long you would be away from your job. You were sure Okuyasu and Josuke weren't going to be paid by the foundation either. Why would he spend this money on you? There were so many other things you all had to worry about-
"But⌠Why this? Why for me?" Josuke paused, furrowing his brows at you with a sigh and setting the box back down in the bed. When he turned to look at you again it was hard to look away from his blue eyes.
"You deserve to enjoy the little things sometimes. Everyone does. Whether that little thing is an old, out of season hat or not." He started to reach out for you, but hesitated, sticking his hands in his pockets instead. "Plus, with everything going on, you gotta give back to yourself once in a while. Trust me, I know."
You smiled softly, that fluttery feeling blooming in your chest once more. Without thinking, you carefully set the hat back down in the box. Josuke looked like he was about to question you, but he didn't have time before you grappled him into a warm embrace.
Josuke returned the hug promptly. The two of you sat there for a good moment before a servant knocked on the door, letting you know that the guests have started arriving.
"I hope you're ready for this."
"Trust me, as long as you're around I'll be just fine."
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It started just like any other party. With hands gingerly reaching out for oeuvres, simple gossip, sneering Nobles. It wasn't anything you hadn't seen before. It was easy to glide through the crowd, to catch snippets of conversation. Whatever you lacked in strength you definitely made up for in your ability to eavesdrop.
One by one businessmen and noblemen and their wives and family were announced at the door, every once in a while you'd glance up to see the faces entering. You tried not to let it get in the way of the job you were supposed to do, but when Gwendolyn Brimsey's name was announced you couldn't help but lookup.
What you saw made you go red in anger. It wasn't the fact that she was escorted by Josuke, or that she was smugly attached to his arm, it was the disgusting, powder pink dress she had on.
Wrong. That's what it was. It was wrong. The floral elements and lace were gone, replaced by satin and useless frills. The slim, A-line changed and puffed up with surely more petticoats than you could count. That was Yukako's dress. That was your mother's design. Or at least a cheap knockoff of the beauty that it was designed to be.
"Miss...?" You were startled out of your angry stare by one of the other servers. You smiled politely at the young man, hoping that the disgust hadn't been too evident in your face.
"Lord Yangu says that we should start serving champagne now."
"I'll be right there." You nodded, heading over to the kitchen. You pushed down the anger and disgust as you walked. Gwendolyn was not innocent as to what her display meant. That design was the last dress that Yukako was seen in. Your mother's dresses were remarkable. Each cut, design, frill- all of it was signature as your mother's specific tailoring. Everyone who looked at her knew. The only difference is that you knew she was begging to replace your best friend in the social circle of nobility.
You wove in and out of groups with the tray of champagne, trying your best to focus on what they were saying instead of the hate in your heart. You had a job to do, and no spoiled girl was going to take that from you.
"They say the duchess-"
"Oh! These are quite divine-"
"-and he said that to you? I'd-"
"... I can't wait till we can get that bitch out of our hair." The quick part of the conversation caught your ear. And you slowed for a moment, offering the tray to the others around you all the while Laser-focused in on the conversation, it wasn't hard to realize that it was once again the Viscount's goons from the dinner the night before. One out of the duo of men speaking shushed the other, glancing around before speaking softly.
"In more ways than one." The other scoffed. "I've been pulling my hair out for weeks with my stand-" There was that word again. Damn, it was so hard to tell what it meant based on context. Frustration aside, you knew that it was important to mention to Josuke. You busied yourself by refilling glasses around you, intent on listening to the remainder of the conversation.
At least, that was the plan. The high-pitched squeal of your name caught your attention. It was Gwendolyn, still attached to Josuke's side, and waving you over to her crowd with an empty champagne glass.
You begrudgingly trudged over with the bottle, making quick eye contact with Josuke before slowly filling glasses. After calling your name, Gwendolyn paid you no mind as she continued her conversation.
"Honestly, how did you find such a beautiful dress? It looks so much like the one Princess Yukako⌠" The woman trailed off as Gwendolyn shot her a glare. "It's incredible, I mean." Incredible was an exaggeration. You managed to hide your annoyance for the time being.
"I know~ I saw the design on some street in the royal city and just had to ask my seamstresses to recreate it!" You tried not to scowl outwardly. Gwendolyn was only mentioning it because she knew the shop was your mother's. It's like she's just trying to get under your skin.
"It's quite flattering on me, don't you think Josuke?"
"I-erhm," Josuke coughed politely, and unfortunately for him, she held his arm closer. The anger you felt now started to feel like a sad, stabbing pain as she did. Josuke's confident posture hardly changed through the conversation, despite his stuttering, and honestly. It hurt. You knew he was a lady's man, you had known since you met him. Did that fact stop you from being hurt? From being jealous? No. Should it have? You weren't sure.
"The dress is beautiful." His confident tone returned. "Who was the original designer?" Josuke's eyes flickered towards you for just a moment as you finished pouring their drinks. You had had quite enough and quickly walked away from them. You almost felt bad for leaving Josuke behind, but he looked like he could handle himself. He surely didn't need you to chaperone his little date.
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Josuke honestly had no idea how he was going to go the whole night without snapping, and with you walking away from himself and the Red-head girl, angry and torn, he wasn't sure if he could.
He was distracted as the women continued to talk, following your form with his eyes as you faded into the party-goers.
"Sir Josuke?" He snapped out of his haze, turning towards Gwendolyn. He gave her a half-assed hum in response. Her face scrunched up in a mock-up anger.
"Were you even listening to me?" He smiled sheepishly. Damn, he has to think fast.
"No, sorry. I've been a little distracted, I haven't eaten yet today." Gwendolyn's face lit up into a smile again, waving the other noble Woman away as she led him by his arm. Josuke tried not to cringe. The feeling of her skin on his was just⌠It wasn't welcome. It didn't feel right. It didn't help the fact that he wasn't actually hungry.
She wasn't you.
"Oh! That's completely understandable!" Gwendolyn started walking over to the small table of savory appetizers, and he begrudgingly went along with her. He didn't want to respond when she kept talking. But the responsible part of him said otherwise.
"The food here is usually good, but honestly, the selection today is awful."
"Is it now? I thought everything was pretty good."
"Oh dear sir, you can't mean that. Look-" "Hate that- hate that. I'll only have caviar with truffle- oh! You should try the deviled eggs~"
Josuke smiled nervously as she shoved the egg in his face, offering to feed him. Oh no. No-no-no. He needed an excuse to get out of her grasp, and fast. Then, in a sudden moment, he spotted you across the room, heading into the kitchen. An idea flashed in his head, but he had no clue about the consequences that it would cause.
"I'm so sorry, but if you'll excuse me, I need to have a word with my friend over there-" He moved away from her tight grasp with ease, her strength nothing compared to his, but he caught his arm again, looking at him with an accusing, disgusted look.
"Friend? That servant is your friend?" Josuke stiffened. Maybe you were right about this woman. She was awful after all.
"Yes. She is. I'll see you again in just a moment." He said, turning curtly and staking away, all the while a polite smile played on his face.
Although a few groups closest to where they had been started to gossip, most guests were completely unaware as Josuke wove through the floor and over to you. Gwendolyn snarled at no one in particular, narrowing her eyes as Josuke walked away.
"Need any help with that?" The deep voice startled you, causing you to almost drop the tray of dessert in your hands. Two hands steadied you, and you scoffed at Josuke.
"What are you doing? Where's Gwendolyn?" At this point, you were somewhat concerned. Josuke smiled sheepishly, warm hands brushing against yours when he was satisfied that you wouldn't fall.
"WellâŚ" After his short pause, it took less than a second to figure out what was happening. You smirked.
"You couldn't handle her, could you?" Josuke rolled his eyes, a smile still wide on his face.
"Let's just say I needed a quick break from the party." You laughed.
"Sure, but try not to get on her bad side in the process." You mused, lifting a finger to point to Gwendolyn, who was still staring at the two of you, a dirty look on her face you were sure that she would hide once Josuke turned around. And she did, scowl turning into a bright smile when the knight spotted her. She waved him back over, and he sent a quick nod back, turning to you again.
"What time does this thing end again?" You couldn't help but burst out laughing from his words, switching the tray over to one hand while you pushed him with the other. His dazzling smile flooded your chest with comfort before he said goodbye, and walked over to the woman he was escorting.
The rest of the night flew by for you, but you can't imagine how long it must've felt for both of your companions. Strangely, it felt nice to be working again. Your feet started to hurt from all the walking, and you savored the thought of how wonderful you would sleep tonight. Unfortunately for you, a pair of envious eyes caught your daydreaming look. A sharp tug of your earlobe made you yelp, and you stopped in your tracks.
"Pay attention, Churl. Or you'll lose your footing." You glared at Gwendolyn, remembering about politeness and appearances after, and shifting your face into a lin-lipped smile.
"Sorry miss, did you need something?" Her smile did nothing to hide the malice in her eyes.
"I need you to remember your place. Low-borns like you have no place mingling with nobility." So that's what this is about. It was laughable. She had only known Josuke for a few hours at most and yet she was still laying her claim on him. You'd seen it multiple times before, with other various young men at court who she simply couldn't give away to any other woman. She'd lash out at anyone who spoke to the man she had fixed her desires on until she had bored herself with him and moved on to the next.
It wasn't healthy, and you used to hope that she would get help. To be better. But that was when you could still see good in her. Now, all you could see was the entitled person who her father had made. You didn't want to disrupt your appearance as the mild-mannered, polite servant, but someone had to burst her bubble.
"Sir Josuke has every right to speak to anyone he wishes." You had more to say, but you stopped prematurely. You had said enough. She certainly wouldn't take it well if you continued to say that she certainly wasn't exclusive to his affection- attention. Attention.
You had to remember before you went any more down the rabbit hole that whatever relationship you had with Josuke- or whatever you wanted to have, was one-sided. You were pining over a man who wouldn't return your feelings, and yet you wouldn't give up his friendship for anything in the world. If you could just stay his friend, that would be enough for you.
You didn't stop to look at Gwendolyn's face before you turned away from her to walk back to the kitchen. You thought she had taken the words rather well until your foot caught on something.
The ground came fast, and when you hit the marble, the tray of deserts pushed into your stomach. After a moment that felt like an hour of you desperately trying to catch your breath, you sat up slowly, covered in the frivolous dessert. You scowled at the giggles and laughs of the girls behind you, and began scooping the mess off the floor and into the trey.
"Some servant you are, can't even walk without tripping over your own feet. How sad." Gwendolyn sneered at you. You promptly finished cleaning up to the best of your ability, and stood. The red-head stood in your way when you tried to leave however.
"First you were fired from the palace, and now you're failing Lord Yangu and Sir Josuke. I'd just quit now if I were you." Hell. No. Usually you knew when to hold your tongue, especially in situations and settings like this, but you had worked too hard for your place at the palace to let that disrespectful statement slide. You'd been through hell in back for both your station and your friends and this was your fucking snapping point.
"I wasn't fired from the palace, you'd know that if you plucked your head out of your ass during your summer trips and paid enough attention to Princess Yukako and the King to figure out that she wasn't going to let me go anytime soon. And another thing-"
You quickly snapped yourself out of your daydream, completely aware that such words could get you completely kicked out of both your mission to find Yukako and the inner circle of Viscount Brimsey. So instead, with hands shaky from adrenaline, you simply tipped the trey forward. A simple mistake for a shaky servant. You looked straight into Gwendolyn's eyes as a glob of cake fell on her infuriating intricate, powder pink dress.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! That's entirely my bad, madam. I'll bring you some towels after I clean myself up." You relished in the sounds of her immediate wailing. What you did not expect however, was the skinny teenager to grab you by the collar of your dress and seemingly ready herself to hit you. The trey slipped from your grip once more.
"You little twat! I'll-" A pair of strong hands separated the two of you, Josuke pulling you back from her and making sure the trey was held tightly in your grip. When did it- you were sure that you had just dropped it!
"There we go!" He smiled, face a complete contrast to his eyes, which burned with anger. "You still seem a bit shaky, I'll escort you to the kitchen." Gwendolyn huffed, but didn't say a word to Josuke as he led you away.
As soon as you stepped through the kitchen doors you set the tray down, hands shaking even worse now. God- you thought you had seen spoiled brats in your days at the palace, but this chick was impossible!
"Are you alright?" You rolled your eyes.
"Oh, sure. I'm just dandy." Josuke frowned at you, stepping closer.
"Look, you know she's hard to handle. Just try to make two more hours, alright? Just two more hours and you'll never have to serve her again." You scoffed at him, grabbing a kitchen rag from the cabinets to wipe off the sticky mess that used to be desert.
"You don't think I already knew that? I don't know what's changed but she's completely- it's like she's gone mad! She managed to turn worse than she used to be. I just don't understand how she's managed to inflate her ego so much since the last I saw her." You turned to the indoor water pump and grabbed a bucket, slowly filling it with enough water that you could rinse your arms. Josuke paused after your words, brows furrowed, thinking.
He was about to speak when Okuyasu burst through the kitchen doors, he scared the shit out of the both of you. The bucket almost knocked over until it rocked back onto its bottom, the water stilling unnaturally. When you turned, Josuke's gaze was still on you. Soft gaze shortly turning to Okuyasu as the loud man sighed.
" 'don't know about you guys, but I'm starting to think that this is a waste of time." He looked up, scanning faces in the room, immediately sensing the fading tension.
"Everythin' alright?"
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The moment you got back home you went straight to your room without speaking to either of your companions. You were frustrated, angry, sad- today had been such a disaster. You sighed, folding back the covers on your bed and preparing yourself for bed. You had just finished changing out of your ruined clothes when someone knocked.
"Come in." You said, maybe a bit more sour than you had planned. Josuke enters, face already scrunched up in a concerned look. Fuck! You were so tired of that look- even if it was from Josuke, you were tired of being worried about. It's not like he actually⌠cared.
But you know he does.
It's just not in the way you wished it could be.
"What's wrong? You haven't said a word to Okuyasu or I since we got home." You huffed, busying yourself with removing the necklace and setting it down with unnecessary carefulness.
"I'm just not in the mood to talk, ok?!" You snapped. Josuke slowly approached you from the door, sitting down at the foot of your bed so that you couldn't ignore him or go to bed unless he moved.
"Is it about Gwendolyn?" You stiffened.
"Who else would it be about? Josuke, she humiliated me today." He frowned.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Are you?..." You said, your tense shoulders had fallen. You felt dejected. Remembering just how she treated Josuke, how she touched him.
"She was all over you Josuke. I'm not sure you would've even noticed the accident if she hadn't been the one to do it." The words felt wrong as they fell out of your mouth, and the wrongness increased as josuke stood, insulted.
"I- you really think I wouldn't notice that?"
"I don't know!" You tore your eyes away from him, looking at the floor instead. Your insides felt like they were tearing themselves out.
"... I don't know." You repeated. Josuke started slowly walking towards you.
"Have you really not realized it yet?"
"What Josuke?! What could I possibly be missing right now besides a temper?" You said bitterly. Josuke's skin burned hot against your own as he grabbed your arms gently, staring straight into your eyes with an almost- an almost sad look. He lifted a hand to your cheek, caressing your face fondly. You tried your best to not melt into his touch. Regret immediately flooded you. Why were you acting so mean? So jealous? There was no point in it. Josuke deserves to love anyone he pleased. You certainly weren't on the table, you never would be-
Josuke called your name.
"I am hopelessly, irrevocably, in love with you."
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Hi! I really liked your Mermaid AU and cats, it made my day everytime you post a new part or their cuteness đ â¤. Though, I would like to know how the Baratie Arcs go in your Mermaid AU, especially Sanji's reaction on seeing Luffy as a mermaid and Ace's reaction on Sanji's... oh and how did Thatch and Sanji had their.... competition for Luffy's love? Thank you!
Thanks so much for enjoying my AU and my cat pics <3
Ok! So answering this one ahead of the cue, bc itâs easier for me to answer East Blue questions, and I have some thoughts!
So On the Baratie and Sanji meeting the ASL Pirates.
Hereâs a mini story! Contains Sanji x Luffy.
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It's an ordinary day at the Baratie, with the usual shitty customers, the usual starving travelers, and the usual scarce but lovely ladies. Sanji doesn't expect today to be any different. But then, a miracle happens.
A mermaid walks in.
Sanji's sure his heart stops, and his brain almost does too. It's his dream to go to Fishman Island one day to frolic with the legendary beautiful mermaids that are said to live there, and it's a dream only second to finding All Blue. A slightly more tangible one too, since Fishman Island actually has a physical location on the world map, but Sanji digresses.
He'd never have imagined finding a mermaid in East Blue, and yet here one is, she's real and she's inside the Baratie.
Sanji doesn't really stop to consider how a mermaid can "walk."
Everything feels muted, and Sanji feels like he's floating on clouds as he makes his way towards the group at the door. He vaguely notes how many are in their party, but the others are a blur; he only has eyes for his angel, his aquatic goddess, his dream given physical form who has come to bless Sanji's mortal soul.
Up close, the mermaid's even lovelier. She has a petite, round face and the largest, warmest brown eyes he's ever seen, flecks of the subtlest golds and reds hidden deep within their depths like sunken treasure. Her hair's choppy and short but still looks indescribably soft, even when mostly hidden by a ratty straw hat. Her red vest's simple and has seen better days, but the goddess could be wearing rags and nothing would dim her loveliness. Ample, luscious, honestly ENORMOUS breasts look a second from bursting forth from their humble constraints, and Sanji wants to be there to catch them, can practically feel them overflowing from his palms already. Her skin's golden from the sun, and her arms could probably rip a man in two, and Sanji wants to be that man. The mermaid's certainly no court lady, but it must be because no court could ever be worthy of her.
And her tail.
It's the most eye-catching part about her, shimmering like it's made of the most precious multi-faceted jewels, and everyone in the restaurant has turned to gape. It's thickest at her hips and ripples with strength in a way that reminds Sanji not of any fish, but of sea kings, fearsome and untouchable. It tapers smoothly to a tip with translucent flukes more beautiful than any stained glass, more like lustrous fairy wings made of crystal flower petals, which wave lazily in the air as she moves, proving that yes, the tail is very real, and she is indeed a mermaid.
Sanji often gushes about love for the maidens who visit the Baratie, but he doesn't know if he's ever truly felt it it beyond the surface of his skin. If anyone had asked him if he believed in true love, he would have laughed off the question, but now, he can't.
Because this must be it, this must be "Love at First Sight," because how else can he possibly explain this impossible urge to grasp the mermaiden's hand and present her with his heart and everything he is, to pledge to follow her to the death and beyond, to--
"'Scuse us," a voice says from WAY TOO CLOSE. "Are there any open seats?"
Sanji blinks, and realizes that there's a wall in front of him.
A wall of muscle to be exact, that turns out to be a man, a man who's taller than Sanji, shirtless, and very, Very fit...and Sanji and said man are standing so close that the tips of their noses are brushing and Sanji can count the man's freckles. Sanji's gaze flicks up, and the man's eyes are right there, staring lazily down at him from point blank range.
...Well this is awkward.
Sanji's mermaid is casually wrapped around the man's shoulders, swishing her bejeweled tail and blinking at Sanji curiously. Her breasts are mashed into the back of the man's head, and the man doesn't seem to notice or care as he waits patiently for Sanji's answer.
As the fog of love clears from his head, Sanji mumbles an apology and takes a big step back to a more socially appropriate distance, and tears his eyes away from the mermaid to assesses the whole group. And although love is so powerful it can override intellect, Sanji's not stupid.Â
By the look of it, they're pirates. There's a lovely lady in the back along with a weaker looking kid, but everyone else looks strong and experienced. And as enamored as he is by the concept of mermaids, Sanji can also very easily imagine the limited scenarios in which one might find a mermaid above deck, far away from Fishman island, and in the hands of pirates.
He might not see shackles on her, but physical bindings aren't always necessary for someone to be caged.
And if this was an ordinary day, and these were ordinary pirates here to make trouble, Sanji wouldn't hesitate to rescue the love of his life from these scum and move right along to celebrating their engagement.
But again, he's not stupid. And these are no East Blue pirates, because there's no way pirates of this caliber have been in the weakest sea for long. No, these are Grand Line pirates. And Sanji can tell that despite his relaxed, non-threatening demeanor, the man carrying the mermaid is dangerous. Sanji's gut screams warning that this man could destroy the Baratie and murder everyone in it without breaking a sweat, and Sanji would be helpless to stop him.
And it's not just him. There are others who are dangerous too, but Sanji's attention is drawn to the tall man who brings up the rear. Perhaps it's the pompadour, but it's most likely the chef outfit. He looks friendly enough, and isn't exuding power like the captain is, but there's definitely more than meets the eye, and Sanji has the weird feeling that he's seen the man before. Sanji doesn't actively keep track of pirates around the world, but the fact that even Sanji may have seen his bounty poster doesn't bode well.
Sanji knows he can't take them on in a direct confrontation. But he's also not going to let them leave without doing anything, if the mermaid's in the situation he thinks she's in.
So for now, he puts on his best customer service voice, smiles, and says, "Come right this way, we've got a VIP section."
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Thanks so much for reading! I know this doesnât answer every part of the ask, but I hope itâs still a fun read! If anyoneâs interested, I can certainly write more on Thatch and Sanji in a separate post, Iâm definitely becoming more and more invested in their complicated rivalry-friendship-mentorship relationship ^ ^
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Doctor Who Davies Era Rankings
The ranking of the seasons is: 1) Season One; 2) Season four 3) Season three 4) Season two. Now Iâll write a different post for the ranking of the episodes for each season.
4) Season Two: Little heads up. I think that all the episodes after the first four position are terrible and I don't really liked any of it. Regardless I'm ranking them form the one I disliked the less to the one that I downright hated.
The Girl in the Fireplace Just like in season one with BoomTown there probably are other episodes more deserving of this place, both for storyline and emotional impact. But I love this one. I love the strength of Madame de Pompadour (and I love Sophia Myles). I love the bittersweet tone of it all. When the Doctor came back for her only to find out she was already dead my heart broke both for him and for her. And I like that they never knew why the robots picked Reinette and followed her through her life, but we get to know it.
Rise of the Cyberman / Age of Steel I am a huge fan of Mickey Smith and I love his character arch. So I love both of these episodes where he gets to really grow and shine. Besides the storyline with Rose's father and Jakie being turned into a Cyberman was really good. And for a while there I was scared that maybe they wouldn't be able to save the day.
School Reunion Anthony Stewart Head was in it and it's already a huge plus. Then there were Sara Jane and K-9. Now I've never watched the Classic Who, but Sara Jane is great and she gives Rose a glimpse of what usually happens with the Doctor's companions. Which we already saw with Jack left behind on a desert space station. Also there's Mickey. And a school got destroyed.
Army of Ghosts / Doomsday I think that these episodes (together with Rise of the Cyberman and Age of Steel) probably have the best storylines. When we learnt that both Cyberman and Daleks were invading Earth... well I'll admit I was a bit scared. Plus I liked Rose's ending ( and I thought it should have stayed this way). It was heartbreaking that she was stuck in a parallel universe away from the Doctor and with no way to come back. But she had her mother, she had Mickey, and a version of her father.
New Earth Cassandra was there. It's pretty much the only think I remember about the episode. And the way she died was sad.
The Impossible Planet / Satan Pit I liked most of the supporting characters and I'm glad someone managed to survive. It's the first time we see the Ood and I think they're fascinating.
The Idiot's Lantern Only nice thing about this episode is the way Rose treated the Father whose name I don't remember. Everything else? Nope. " I am hungry!!!" Come on!
Fear Her I never remember that this episode even exists. That's how forgettable it is.
Tooth and Claw I remember this episode and I wish I don't. Queen Victoria being a werewolf? Founding Torchwood to keep the Doctor away ( still not sure why the Doctor is a threat.) I mean werewolf. I hate werewolves.
Love and Monsters I think most (if not all) Whovians wants to forget this episode even exists. We don't talk about this episode.
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Send in â for my museâs reaction to yours pushing mine up against the wall / from piper to nate.
HII SORRY that this has taken ages for me to respond to alSO WOW HAUJRFBFDEGKJ it got long but tbh i havenât been able to sit and write in what feels like forever so oh my gosh here it is lmaosdjkbhgj anYWAYS i hope that this is okay despite being super long. i actually went in to edit this like: okay cut the content and then added like 5 more paragraphs i am so sorry sjkhbnfjdgnfg have 2 song ?? as compensation [x] [x]
Ducking into the alcove of Fens Way Station Nate runs a hand through his overgrown pompadour, dispelling large rivulets of rain water. âYou ready?â Keeping his firearm dry had been a challenge but he checks over the forestock and firing mechanism on his rifle anyways - it never paid to be lax around here, that was certain.
When Piper gives him the all ready he enters first, cautiously down the ramp and towards the doors. âChained on the other side,â Lifting his ďź°ď˝ď˝ďź˘ď˝ď˝ he scrolls through his short inventory and decides to exchange the long range gun for something a little more practical. His attention lifts from the recently upgraded laser pistol to his companion. âGood eye,â He admits, âNot sure how I missed that.â
He is sure, though. Nathan knows he has been more than distracted lately. The unending quest to find his son- the ongoing grievance of his wife; the overwhelming presence of the Institute suddenly everywhere...
âGlad Iâve got you by my side,â Relying on his old-world sense of chivalry and his incessant need to appear gallant mid-apocalypse he moves in, closer to the gaping hole in the wall. He puts himself first, peering around the corner before stepping into the tunnel.
âDo you hear that?â He isnât sure if itâs the hum of old, sparking electricity or something else entirely but he pushes forward, gun at the ready. It is remarkably well lit in here and he peers around, suspicious of every noise.
Coming to the end of the service tunnel the hum is more of a buzz and he spots a bloatfly hovering over itâs latest victim. Immediately on autopilot he signals with his left hand and moves in silently. He doesnât bother to check with her, knows by now that he can trust Piper to hold her own and then some.
The shootout is brief - for once - and before he can wipe the green, irradiated blood from the tip of his nose he can hear her checking for valuable loot in nearby containers. Nate canât hide the large, lopsided smirk it causes and in an attempt at hiding his reaction he harvests the usable bits from the secondary bloatfly she'd taken down. He is glad to be traveling with someone who can match his level of âdonât give a fuckâ brand of brazenness.
For a time they are both quiet, scrounging through opposite ends of the small, mostly caved in station and he is grateful for it. More than happy to let the adrenaline rush die out for now- not that looting dead, half-bloated bodies wasnât thrilling.
Moving further into the accessible subway car he comes across a Vault-Tec lunch box and when it pops open itâs miniature, crackling speaker blares out itâs congratulations with holographic confetti to boot. He can not help but laugh when a full, ice cold đđžđ´đŞđđ¸đľđŞ đđąđŽđťđťđ pops out, clanking onto the metal seat. With a wide grin he exits the car, palming his prize.
âThirsty?â He asks moving through the decrepit turnstiles and towards the now open office door. When she turns away from the office there is barely time to notice the oncoming threat; the danger he has inadvertently placed her in. âPiper,â He exclaims.
By the grace of whatever forsaken deity that haunts these lands he manages to corral her behind him and in one, large, lunging step he winds up. With the frosted, condensating glass gripped tightly between his meaty fingers he lands a critical hit on the radroach as it lunges, wings spread and screeching. The ďź°ď˝ď˝ďź˘ď˝ď˝ tick-tocks, alerting him to the radiation leeching off of the twitching carapace.
Turning he says the first thing on his mind, âAre you okay?â And taking a step out of the office doorway to fully face her he feels a long, painful stab of guilt, âIâm sorry, I wasnât thinking.â
A shock of pain ignites, delayed and he winces, âI shouldnât have distracted you, I just-â Finally taking a look at his shattered prize he lets out a semi-shocked, âOh.â
His lips twist into a half frown, one edge lifting up and the other sinking, âI was going to offer you this but, uh?â Letting the broken bottle neck go finally, he flexes his fingers, happy not to see any violent or excessive spurts of blood. âSeems it has now seen much better days,â Nate tries to laugh but the superficial cuts on his palm do sting and he ends up wincing halfway through. Crestfallen he lets out another low, âSorry.â
Surely many months ago when she had first agreed to follow him into the wastes there had been some kind of silent agreement between the two of them about the perils they would face, but? His heart races as the scene replays nearly ad nauseum. Nate isnât so sure he wants to put her in harm's way like this again.
Ultimately he does know that it is her decision to make, but he feels? Guilty. Ashamed. Protective. Worried...
Unhooking the pack from his shoulder he is quick about getting a đđđđđđĽ out, trying to avoid comfort in over thinking. Affixing the straps to the top of his military green duffle he takes pause, kit in one hand and shoulder strap from his pack in the other. Half-hunched and suddenly uneasy the duffle hits the ground with a soft thud and ca-chink of carabiners and clips and slowly he regards her, posture straightening.
Feeling like a specimen on a petri dish he tries, âEverything okay?â Itâs scarcely a secret between them or anyone else within ten feet the side glances and long-looks theyâve shared over the past weeks, but? This is different. This is the first time heâs felt pinned by the fervency in her gaze and he opens his mouth to prompt her, âPip-â
đđđđđđĽ forgotten it joins his pack in the settling dust. Hands move, one crinkling into nearly jet-black, gentle waves and the other smearing against her cheek. Lips move and he exhibits full-bodied reciprocation, matching her.
Back hitting the wall he groans lowly, caught off guard by her. He should have known she would be the one to make the first move - as bold and brave as he knows her to be he oughtâve set his sense of being an old-world âgentlemanâ on the back burner long ago. Perhaps that was the one thing holding them up all this time?
Logically he knows it isnât. Thereâs a laundry list of glaring reasons why he hadnât tried to cross unspoken boundaries, but he had certainly thought about it. And at length, too. Even consulted Preston - of all people - about it. The Minuteman had gone silent for a time when heâd asked and for the first time in a long time Nathan had seen fit to listen; really listen to him.
Their talk had helped him clear his mind of some of the dead wife, lost son guilt heâd been carrying, but? It was impossible to offload it all. Mostly heâd set everything on the backburner hoping that theyâd âcross that bridge when theyâd come to itâ.
This - Fens Way Station - was it; their proverbial bridge, it would seem and? Nate is leaping across it.
Whatever doubts he had built up are gone- what had he been so scared of, anyways? Piper was and always had been one of his most understanding companions; theyâd talked at length about Nora and Shaun many times. She would understand him.
To him, in this world- a little understanding means everything.
Nathan sighs into the kiss, rigid body softening and molding. Shock subsiding he latently realizes their situation: he is a good length taller than her. Instead of keeping her on her toes he hunches, meeting her in the middle. His hands move to the small of her back, bringing her in as close as he can.
Certainly this is not how heâd pictured any of this happening, but? With the fire burning in the rusted out, slapped-together cooking station and her pressed so tightly against him, the rest of their destroyed surroundings fizzle out; unremarkable.
Itâs been nearly two hundred and twelve years since he has been this close to another human being and all he can hear is his heart beating in his ears. He has no idea what constitutes 'proper' or 'one foot in front of the other' in the league of physicality these days. Was this too much all at once?
Is it too little?
Coming up for air he manages a look, double checking and voice crackling, âPiper?â He has more to say, but he canât get his thoughts together - he is abuzz. âShould weâŚâ Nate means to tack on âgo homeâ but he fizzles out, gaze falling to her kiss-bitten lips.
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It's a rich man's world
Rose and Doctor dance with ABBA on the background. Rose thinks how relatable Money, Money, Money is. She is still getting used to the new, new Doctor
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The new, new Doctor was... different. He appeared and acted younger. He was... lighter somehow. This Doctor joked and laughed. He couldn't stay in one place for longer than one minute. But no matter how much he had changed on the outside everything in him still screamed "Doctor. That's Doctor" and Rose loved it.
They were sitting in the console room and Rose knew that their last adventure affected the Doctor more than he admitted. What did the thing in the Pit tell him? Rose just shook her head and stood up.
"Can you please turn on the music?" Rose asked softly. Doctor didn't even have time to answer her as ABBA's Dancing Queen started playing.
Rose loved this song. Her mom used to spend a lot of time listening to recordings of Pete's favourite songs. But unlike Rose, Jackie didn't like Money, Money, Money. "It's too relatable," she used to say.
Rose shakes her head, trying to stop thinking about her mother and their small flat on the Estates. Instead she smiles softly and wiggles her fingers. Doctor just sighs but doesn't move.
Her Doctor with big ears and leather jacket would refuse to dance with her. He would grumble about apes and their primitive traditions. It would take her several minutes of staring and biting her lip to make him agree to dance with her
This Doctor is much more...active. He is the one to lead her in a dance and that's why his reaction doesn't make any sense. She quirks her eyebrow, silently asking "What's wrong?'
"I'm still a little bit shaken after jumping into the Pit." he suddenly looks so vulnerable that Rose feels her heart break for him. "Maybe, you can dance alone? Did you know that physical exercises release endorphins, the hormones of happiness, Rose Tyler?" Rose doesn't have time to react as the Doctor is rambling about different hormones and how they affect humans.
"Doctor," she touches his arm gently, making him look at her. "It's okay if you don't want to dance with me. I don't want you to do something you are uncomfortable with. I can dance by myself."
Doctor stays silent for the next several minutes. Rose turns around, ready to leave, when the Doctor crushes her in a hug. Rose lets out a content sigh because hugging the Doctor always feels good. He smells like Time and Space and motor oil and dust.
They are standing like that until the song changes and Money, Money, Money starts playing. The Doctor grins at her and leads to an open space.
"You wanted to dance, Rose Tyler! How can I deny you something so simple?" Doctor is all grins again. He's jumping like a three years old in a sugar rush. He's the one wiggling his fingers now and Rose just takes his hand with a small smile. She did want to dance with him, after all.
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
Shopgirls don't have a big salary and Rose knew it firsthand. She worked hard, and her mother worked hard. But there still was a crippling fear of losing her job and their flat. She loved it no matter how crappy it was.
Unfortunately, it was almost impossible to get a high paying job without a formal education. And Rose had to pay a debt before thinking about her education.
"That's what you get for dropping out of school, girl." And Rose is tired of repeating that yes, she knows that now. She knows that she was young and irresponsible. She knows that dropping out was one of her biggest mistakes. But Rose also knew that it didn't make her less important or worthy of good things (right?).
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball
The thing is that almost every girl wants to marry a rich man. And Rose wanted it, too. She dreamed about meeting a young and handsome man with a thick wallet. But did she want a rich man or that particular type of security only money can offer? Did she want to buy expensive clothes and accessories or did she want to not worry about bills and whether or not her paycheck would be enough? Did she need a big villa or just a place she could call her own?
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
TARDIS had a lot of expensive things. Things that could make her feel rich and powerful. And the Doctor had a psychic paper that let them be whoever they wanted or needed to.
The Doctor shows her different planets that have their own holidays and festivals. They go to balls and high-end events.
But she felt like an imposter. She wasn't educated or sophisticated. "Unlike Madame de Pompadour," Rose thought bitterly and immediately felt ashamed. It wasn't the woman's fault the Doctor had liked her. Hating a girl because of jealousy isn't cool.
A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
The Doctor wasn't a rich man in the usual understanding of wealth. He didn't own a successful company, wasn't a politician. He had no stable job ("I actually do, Rose Tyler!" he told her once. "I've been working with UNIT since my third body. They even pay me money!" Rose just smiled innocently and then asked why he hadn't paid for his chips.)
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same
Jackie Tyler would call the Doctor poor but for Rose he was the richest man in the entire Universe. He gave her stars and planets. He showed her the most breathtaking landscapes. He took her hand and turned her world around. Rose Tyler knew she would never be as exited as she was every time TARDIS landed. And in the end, his companionship was the most expensive and important thing she's ever been offered.
How can anything live up to Time And Relative Dimensions In Space? How can she find anything better than standing on an alien soil for the first time? How can she find anything better than Doctor's stories about everything in the Universe?
Rose knows that there's a possibility that she will find something better one day. One day the Doctor will leave her on Earth and won't look back. It won't be his first time doing so, after all. Because that man, time lord, believes he knows what best for everyone. He runs and runs, leaving everyone dear behind. On most days Rose tends to ignore it but at night, when she can't sleep, Rose is scared. She doesn't want to be left behind, she doesn't want to have a "normal" life and beans on toast.
"You should go to sleep, Rose. I know you are tired," Doctor says softly after she stifles another yawn. They untangle and Rose offers him a small smile.
"Goodnight, Doctor." Rose doesn't go to her room immediately, lingers in the console room. She waits for him to say "there are nights or days on TARDIS, Rose Tyler" but he stays silent. Rose sighs softly and goes to her room. She was actually tired. She can deal with the aftermath of today's adventure tomorrow
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The Lost World Rewrite
So, I recently watched the Lost World: Jurassic Park for the first time and all I gotta say is...
Yeah. So, in spite of the fact I feel that it would be Superfluous and self-aggrandizing, and a maturely written well thought out review would be a better use of my time, I decided to do a rewrite of the Lost World to make it a half-decent movie. I apologize to any fans of the film in advance. This is a rough Idea based on what could be done without completely throwing out the script. Here we go...
The film starts the same; little girl gets mauled by Compies on Isla Sorna
Cut to not Ian Malcolm; there is no Ian Malcolm in this film. There will never be Ian Malcolm in this film. Instead, we cut to Dr. Sarah Harding (played by Julianne Moore) whoâs photographing a crocodile nesting. We learn a little bit about her from her assistant, Nick Van Owen (played by Vince Vaughn), namely that while her theories on Dinosaur young rearing are as on point as Alan Grantâs raptor research, sheâs not so hot at rearing young herself. Case in point, sheâs late for her daughterâs gymnastics performance.
Her daughter is of course Kelly Curtis played by Vanessa Lee Chester, who in this version will have a larger role and more developed personality. Kelly is Sarahâs adopted daughter and the two have been at a loss at what to do with one another since meeting. Kelly is the daughter of one of Sarahâs oldest friends who died while traveling and Sarah took her in. While their relationship isnât horrible, itâs definitely awkward. Like when Sarah bursts through the gymnasium doors to see Kelly has completely finished her routine and the seat reserved for her has been given to someone else (maybe Michael Crichton or Steven Spielberg in a cameo?)
Later that night, Sarah is called by a mysterious voice on the phone, telling her to pack a suitcase and go outside. She does so and a black SUV pulls up. âGet in.â a manâs voice tells her.
âOK,â Sarah says, annoyed, âwho are you people and whatâs with the G-man routine?â
âI wouldnât exactly call it a G-man routine.â says a familiar voice.
We pan over to reveal John Hammond (Richard Attenborough) sitting across from Sarah.
âCan I offer you a drink?â he asks.
The conversation is much the same as the movie with Ian Malcolm (Hammond explains Site B, tells Sarah about the JP incident, etc.). Only this time, thereâs a big difference: InGen wants to cut ties with the Jurassic Park debacle and intends to let the Costa Rican Government fire bomb it. Hammond wants to get people onto the island and document the animals to drum up environmentalist support for turning it into a preserve and at least stave off the destruction until a humane solution can be found.
âHow can I say no!?â Sarah says. A chance to photograph real Dinosaurs. Never in 65 million years did she think sheâd get this chance.
The team sheâll be going to the island with includes herself, Hammond, Van Owen (âNickâs the best person for the jobâ Sarah insists), equipment manager Eddie Carr (Richard Schiff), Dr. Robert Burke (Thomas F. Duffy) (âare we sure heâs not a country singer?â Sarah asked, eyeing the supposed paleontologistâs ten gallon hat and beard), celebrity big game hunter Roland Tembo (Pete Postlethwaite), and InGen executive Peter Ludlow, Hammondâs own nephew (âI made the mistake of trusting too many people last time,â Hammond said, âthis time, Iâm playing it close to the vest.â)
The team arrives on the Island, where Peter suggests setting up camp in a low clearing, much to Temboâs chagrin (âthat,â Tembo said, rolling his eyes, âis a game trail, Mr. Ludlow. Carnivores hunt on game trails. do you want to find dinosaurs or serve them lunch?â)
The group wanders through deep Jungle, Hammond and Ludlow being the slowest, one due to their age the other due to being a little on the wimpy side. As the journey goes on, it becomes apparent that thereâs some friction between Peter and John, with Peter second guessing John every chance he gets and trying to act like the leader of the group.
They finally come across a family of stegosaur and we get that adorable pet the baby scene from the movie. Eddie is flabbergasted, Nick is taking pictures like crazy, Burkeâs having a conniption, Hammond swells with pride, and we donât really know whatâs going through Peter and Temboâs heads.
Something startles the Stegs (Tembo reached for his gun. âNo!â Nick grabbed the barrel of Temboâs gun.)
Nick fumed âAn animal that hasnât been seen in over a million years turns up and the only way you can express yourself is to kill it?â Tembo smiled. âRemember that chap about twenty years ago? I forget his name. Climbed Everest without any oxygen, came down nearly dead. When they asked him, they said why did you go up there to die? He said I didn't, I went up there to live.â (cryptic, no?)
âWhat could have set them off like that?â Wondered Burke. Roland, however, scented the air. âSmoke,â he said simply, pointing âcoming from that way. They must have thought it was from a forest fire.â
The group rushes back to their camp, discovering the campfire burning. Eddie and Burke make to smother it. However, the camper door opens to revealâ
âI was gonna have dinner ready when you got back.â Kelly said.
Sarah and Kelly have an argument inside the camper, about how Sarahâs never there for her and how she just washed out of her gymnastics team (âI got bronze,â she said, ânot that youâd know. You didnât even stick around long enough for that part.â)
Kelly convinces Sarah she can stay. We cut to a scene of the group in jeeps, riding through grasslands in a heard of various Dinosaurs. Nickâs in the jeep with Tembo, Peter, and Hammond, while Sarah is with Kelly, Eddie, and Burke. (Tembo turned to Nick. âget in the outrigger. You're closing in on a parasaur.â âParasaurolophus,â Nick corrected smugly.â âWhatever,â said Tembo, âThe one with the big red horn! The pompadour! *Elvis!*â)
Nick climbs into the outrigger and begins to film the dinosaurs. In the other jeep, the group is trying to coax Eddie into their own outrigger.
âNo way Iâm getting into that thing,â Eddie said ânot surrounded by dinosaurs.â âWeâre gonna need better shots if we want to save these dinosaurs,â Sarah said, âand youâre the only one who knows how to work the equipment.â âSo do you,â Eddie said, âWhy not pull over and let me drive? I used to drive cabs for a living.â âI know how the use the camera.â Kelly said. Sarah stared at her. âYou do?â âI was in AV club before gymnastics.â
The group snaps Kelly in and they begin their own filming process. For the first time in a long time, Kelly and Sarah seem to be having fun together.
After that moment of chipperness, we cut back to camp. (Roland nodded to Nick. âTree hugger got a great shot of a Pachy... a pachy... oh, hell. One of those fatheads with the bald spot, Friar Tuck!â) Peter and Hammond are looking over a map. Peter insists that they should go to the abandoned worker village on the other side of the island, where they can find easy shelter and supplies (âIT runs on geothermal power, so itâll still have powerâ). Hammond disagrees. (âAbsolutely not,â Hammond said, âthat part of the island has been overrun by Velociraptors.â Peter frowned âWhatâs that, veloc-o-?â âVelociraptor,â Burke said, âCarnivore, pack hunter. About two meters tall, long snout, binocular vision, strong, dextrous forearms, and killing claws on both feet.â âThat doesnât sound promising.â said Peter. âYou should read Alan Grantâs latest paper on them,â said Burke, âItâs like he met one in real life!â)
Meanwhile, Roland Tembo is now kneeling, looking at a track.
âCome take a look at this.â he says. Everyone gathers around. âdo you know what this is?â he asks. Sarahâs eyes grew wide. âWe have to leave.â she said. âWhy?â asked Kelly. âThatâs a T-Rex track!â Burke said. âA T-Rex!â Eddie looked as if he was about to break for the beach and try to swim home. âThatâs impossible!â said Hammond âthe satellite photos showed that the Rex territory is nowhere near here.â
The group decides to risk staying in the area. Later that night, Kelly hears a noise. Curious, she goes outside to investigate. In the moonlight, she sees a team of unknown men in night vision goggles capturing the dinosaurs that they had been filming earlier that day. As the drive off, Kelly grabs onto the back of one of the trailers to follow them.
We cut back to Sarahâs tent. Sheâs asleep, not having been roused by her daughterâs departure. But she is roused by what sounds like deep breathing outside. She surreptitiously looks around and sees a massive snout sticking into her tent. Itâs the Tyrannosaur!
Just then, Peter Ludlow comes out of his tent with a roll of toilet paper, but upon seeing the dinosaur lets out a scream that wakes the whole camp. The rex turns and bellows at him, trashing their camp all the while in a show of dominance. Soon, the whole group is running through the forest. Hammond is almost eaten by the thing if not for Temboâs intervention.
Soon, however, the groups are separated from one another. Hammond slips down a river bank into a ravine, Peter just up and vanishes, and Sarah, Van Owen, Tembo, Burk, and Eddie run behind a waterfall with the rex in pursuit. The dinosaur, unable to follow, gives one last roar of anger and leaves. Out of all the people, however, Tembo looks the least scared. He looksâŚthrilled, actually.
Meanwhile, we cut away to Hammond. He rises (roughly) shaking away the delirium. He looks around, wondering where his party got off to. The T-Rexâs roar is heard in the distance. Better find the others, he thinks. He begins to follow the river; if the group has any sense, theyâll make a new camp on the water. But then he hears a noise and looks down. Itâs a Compy.
We get a very similar scene to Dieter Starkâs (Peter Stormareâs) death in the movie (which was based off of John Hammondâs in the first book) with one or two caveats. First, we donât cut away in the middle. We maintain the scene and the suspense as long as possible (with Compys popping out of the woodwork the more Hammond tries to get away from them). The secondâŚ
There was a sound of rifle fire. The Compys scattered and Hammond felt himself pulled up from the shallow water, finally able to breathe. âTembo,â he coughed.
âIf you have any more suicidal ideas,â said Tembo, âkeep em to yourself.â
Cut back to Sarahâs group as Hammond and Tembo rejoin them.
âHas anyone seen Kelly?â Sarah asked, worried.
âI think I saw her run in the same direction as Ludlow,â said Tembo.
âHopefully, theyâll be safe once they leave the Rexâs territory.â said Burke.
âDonât bet on it,â said Sarah, âTyrannosaurs have the second largest proportional olfactory cavity of any creature in the fossil record.â âWhatâs the first?â asked Eddie. âTurkey vulture,â said Burke, as casually as someone would talk about the weather.
âAny idea where we are?â asked Eddie, desperately trying the change the subject. âSomewhere west of the worker village, I think,â said Nick, examining a map of the island (one of the few they managed to salvage from the camp) âItâd be an easy hike there.â âMaybe thatâs where Kelly and Peter are,â said Sarah, turning to Hammond. âYes, but if they did go there, theyâre in grave danger.â Â said Hammond. âVelociraptors,â said Burke, trying to be helpful.
âDanger or not, we need a radio,â said Tembo, âthat buck tore the hell out of our camp and I donât think we can contact the mainland with smoke signals.â âHow do you know the T-Rex was male?â asked Sarah.
Before Tembo can answer, a different roar is heard. A helicopter passed overhead.
âI thought you said we had a few weeks before they started razing the island?â Sarah said. âWe do,â Hammond replied, âI donât know what that helicopterâs doing her.â âIt was headed towards the worker village,â said Tembo, âso, if we want to see whatâs what, I think thatâs where weâre headed.â
Cut to a scene of the group walking through the forest at night. Finally, they reach a vantage point overlooking the worker villageâŚand itâs anything but abandoned.
More than three dozen people, some of them armed, are walking over the compound. Chain link fence ran the perimeter of the camp, newer than the rest of the camp. Tents, vehicles, mobile generators, the works.
Dozens of dinosaurs sit in cages, all bearing the same logo
âIt says InGen on the side of that truck!â Eddie said. Everyone turned to look at Hammond. âI had no idea about this,â said Hammond, âwhy would I ask anyone to come here?â âI think I know who we should ask,â said Nick, pointing down at the camp.
Itâs Peter, down in the camp, talking with the armed guards.
âWhatâs he doing down there?â asked Sarah. âI think,â Hammond said, sadness in his voice, âIâve made the same mistake twice.â âAnybody seen Tembo?â asked Eddie.
Indeed, Tembo has disappeared.
Cut to Kelly, hiding in one of the trailers. Sheâd managed to evade her captors, but for how long she can continue to do so is up to debate. Stealthily, she creeps out of the trailer and around the camp over to one of the cages. She undoes the latch. She moves on to the next cage. Rinse and repeat.
Cut to inside one of the tents, Peter and several other people, all InGen personnel, stand around a card table where plans labeled âJurassic Park San Diegoâ are lain out.
âSan Diego?â One man (a high ranking InGen worker) asked. âitâs already famous for its animal attractions,â said Peter, gesturing to plans on the table, âSan Diego zoo... Sea World... The San Diego Chargers.â
âI donât think John Hammond would have approved of having these animals on the mainland.â An InGen executive said.
Peter frowned. âWell, Hammondâs not in charge anymore. I am.â He turned to another man, this one a hunter by the look of him. âHowâs the hunting going?â
âWeâve got plenty of plant eaters,â the hunter said, âsome eggs. no raptors though. And our man hasnât brought in the T-Rex like he said he would.â
Peter rolled his eyes. âWhat makes you think people want to see a bunch of veggiesaurs and eggs! Theyâre gonna want a T-Rex!â
âWeâre trying, sir!â the hunter says, âbut we havenât seen any raptors since we got here!â
Suddenly, a worker bursts into the tent âThe babyâs gone!â he said.
Almost as suddenly, a Triceratops bursts into the tent, smashing into the table and scattering the group. The camp is in chaos! Dinosaurs are running amuck. Vehicles overturned, people tossed into the air. But this is the chance Hammondâs group has been waiting for. They make their way down to the village in the bedlam, and make it into the main building of the workerâs village. Eddie manages to contact the mainland, and things are looking up. But then, we hear an ungodly moan from behind a nearby door. Slowly, Burke heads towards the door, picking up a nearby screwdriver to use as a weapon. He jerks the door open to revealâŚ
âKelly!â Sarah cried. Kelly sat inside a broom closet, in her arms a baby T-Rex.
âThey just left him tied to a stick out there,â said Kelly, âand I think his leg is broken.â
Despite the limited materials, the group sets to work splinting the babyâs leg. Itâs pretty much the same as in the movie. Until the sound of a rifle cocking is heard behind them.
âIâll be taking that rex now, Dr. Harding,â Roland Tembo said. Tembo has been on Ludlowâs payroll since the beginning. He was never here to protect the group. Heâs here to hunt the T-Rex. He was the one who staked the baby out, to attract itâs parents.
Outside, the cacophony has died down. The Dinosaurs have mainly been recaptured. Hammondâs group has been brought before Ludlow, who looks at them condescendingly. âYou really thought you were still CEO when you got here, Uncle John? I bought you out the day you asked for my help. Weâll still use the footage you took for our attractions, donât worry.â âSo, youâre going to reopen Jurassic Park then, is that it? Despite my warnings?â âNo, not reopen. Weâre moving these animals to the mainland so we donât have to fly out here every time thereâs a problem. You put us six million dollars in debt every day since you started making dinosaurs. Itâs time to see good on that investment you promised. And the board agrees with me.â
InGen Exec: itâs nothing personal John. Why have a dinosaur and not use it?
âThese are animals,â Sarah said, âthey deserve respectâ
âTheyâll have the best of care.â
âAnd what if they break out! What then?â
Cut to part of Hammondâs team (Hammond, Sarah, and Kelly) being shoved into a trailer with the door locked behind them. Sarah tries to force the door open, to no avail. Kelly runs around, trying to open the windows. Hammond just sits down, despondent at the betrayal of his own family.
Sarah (trying to yank the door open): come on! You stupidâŚ
A familiar roar is heard. A car flips past the window.
âWhat is it?â Hammond asked, âWhatâs going on?â
Sarah: I think things just got complicated.
The buck T-Rex from earlier has tracked the them to the Worker village and crashes through the fence. Suddenly, another roar is heard from the other side of the camp. Itâs the female Rex, and sheâs even more pissed than the male.
âThereâs two of them!?â Sarah asked, incredulous. âWe spared no expense,â Hammond said.
The rexes wreck the trailer the rest of Hammondâs team is in. Nick, Eddie, and Burke make a break for it. The female Rex sees them and gives chase. She and her mate bare down on them and soon capture Eddie, each taking one end in their jaws and pulling him apart for a snack.
Afterward we get a faceoff between Roland Tembo and the male rex (one that would have been really cool in the movie but we didnât get it).
Tembo wastes two shot gun blasts on the rex. Out of ammo, he switches to tranquilizers, which finally manage to bring the beast down. The other rex is soon felled after. Subdued in special harnasses, the rexes are air lifted by helicopters to a boat waiting of the coast of Isla Sorna. All in all, the bad guysâ mission is a success. Well, Tembo wouldnât say so. If youâd told him a year ago heâd get to hunt not one but two T-Rexes he would have kissed whoever told him that square on the mouth. But in the end, it had been so stupidly simple to catch them he just feels crapped on. Didnât even get a trophy.
âYou know, I remember the people who've helped me, Roland. There's a job for you at the park in San Diego if you want it.â Roland turns him down.
Cut to a group of hunters patrolling the tall grass outside the worker village. Suddenly, one of them is pulled under. A hunter a few feet away looks in his direction. âManolo?â he asks. Another nearby hunter is pulled out of view. The hunters are starting to get scared. âLook alive, people.â one of them says. We hear a familiar coughing sound.
A velociraptor jumps out of the grass and mangles one of the hunters. Soon, pandemonium ensues. The crafty raptors had been evading the InGen hunters, watching them, waiting for the right moment. And with two dinosaur attacks in a row and both rexes out of the picture, now was the time to strike! (And there are no tails sticking up out of the grass cartoonishly! Raptors are supposed to be dangerous, not goofy).
Back at the camp, Roland runs towards the danger while Peter climbs aboard one of the waiting helicopters. âGet me out of here!â he cries.
The raptors swarm the camp. Roland manages to kill a few, but not before they massacre most of the InGen workers there. Tembo even has to watch Burke die in front of him. We get a scene where Hammondâs group escapes their trailer, Kelly defeats a velociraptor with gymnastics and the group plus Tembo manages to get onboard a helicopter.
The rest of the movie follows the actual TLW movie pretty closely with a few differences. Namely, thereâs more than one dinosaur rampaging through San Diego, Tembo is helping the remaining team route the dinos back to the ship, we acknowledge the fact that the car they picked in the movie was due to reasons of masculinity, and Peter suffers a nervous breakdown when the dinosaurs break out of the shipâs hold and allows himself to be eaten by the baby rex out of guilt.
Roland fires a tranquilizer shot at the buck rex before it can clear the door. When thatâs done, Sarah asks him what heâs going to hunt next.
âI believe I've spent enough time in the company of death.â he said.
We cut to Kelly and Sarah asleep on the couch while a TV plays news coverage of the boat being returned to Isla Sorna with a statement from John Hammond (once again CEO of InGen).
His speech is pretty much the same, ending with âas someone once told me, life finds a way.â
The final shot of the film is the rex family, the stegosaurs, all the dinosaurs back on Isla Sorna. Content as the Jurassic Park credits theme plays in the background.
So, what did you think? Like it, hate it? As always, I welcome feedback and comments!
#Jurassic Park#The Lost World#the lost world: jurassic park#Jurassic Park 2#Jurassic Park II#Steven Spielberg#Rewrite#Re-Write#Dinosaurs#My Writing#Well Sort of#Fix It Fic#Sarah Harding#Roland Tembo#John Hammond#Kelly Curtis#Nick Van Owen
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Best Friendâs Brother
a/n: sorry man i just love this trope also aaliyah and reader are in college in this thing but shawns the same age. so the difference between shawn and aaliyah would be like idk 2-3 years?
synopsis: your best friend bails on your movie night, so you end up going with her brother.
wc: 3.2k
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You walked up to the front door of your best friendâs childhood home. It was winter break so everyone was back home, leaving a few students at the dorms of the University of Toronto. One of them being you.Â
Your best friend of almost 10 years now lived in the suburbs that neighboured Toronto. Only a half hour drive from the dorms. You drove up to Pickering every Wednesday and Saturday during break to have your bi weekly movie night with Aaliyah.
You never minded the drive, of course. She was your best friend and you couldnât bear staying at your dorm with nothing to do all winter break long. You couldnât really afford a trip back home right now.
âLiyah, Iâm here!â You called out as you unlocked the door. You were given a spare key to the Mendes household as soon as you could drive.
âIâm in my room!â Aaliyah yelled out.
You walked up the stairs and entered Aaliyahâs room. She was slipping on a black silk top over her dark wash high waisted skinny jeans. âA bit much for movie night?â You remarked, plopping down on her bed.
âMovie night?â Aaliyahâs knitted brows slowly rose to her hairline. âOh my god, movie night! Iâm so sorry y/n, I thought it was Friday!âÂ
You groaned and tipped your head back. âLiyah, what the hell? Please donât tell me Jordanâs coming.â
Aaliyahâs face became riddled with guilt. âJordanâs already outside.â She smiled sheepishly, pointing at her boyfriendâs car through the window.
âI fucking hate you. What the fuck am I gonna do with the tickets?â You pulled out the tickets from your purse and waved them in her face.
âYou can go alone? You always said you wanted to try that?â Aaliyah said as he adjusted her bra to show more cleavage.
âNot today I donât! Iâm going with your mom, sheâs much better company anyways.â You huffed, getting up to go find Karen.Â
âMomâs not here. Sheâs out with friends.â
âThen whoâs home?â You were hoping she would say Manny because movies with him were always entertaining. The answer you really didnât want her to say was exactly what she did say.
âJust Shawn.â She shrugged before her eyes went wide and a grin spread over her face.Â
âDonât even think about it. Iâm not going. Iâll stay here until you come back and we can watch whateverâs on Netflix until sunrise. Iâm not gonna go with him.â You crossed yours arms over your chest and sat on her desk chair.
âBut you know you wanna.â Aaliyah smirked, pulling you up from the chair. âThis crush has been going on for too long. Come on, if you go with him tonight Iâll take you to the fancy French place for dinner. You know the one, Aubergine du Pompadour.â She said the name of the restaurant with the worst French accent you could imagine, replacing every word with whatever sounded like it fit in.
âAuberge du Pommier.â You rolled your eyes, correcting her. âThat place is hella expensive, Liyah. We canât go. You know I can hardly afford gas.â
âWho said Iâd let you pay?â She scoffed. âShawnie boy gave me his card for Christmas. Told me to go crazy. Consider this part of your Christmas present.â Aaliyah grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Were you really considering this? Yes, definitely. Youâve had a crush on Shawn since forever. He was always nice to you, helping you out whenever he could. But you were sure he just saw you as a little sister.
âOkay.â You whispered, head still tilted back.
âOh my god, really?â Aaliyah squealed.
âYeah, but only as friends. Iâm not gonna try to do anything. Weâre just friends. Just my best friendâs brother.â You confirmed, looking Aaliyah in the eye.
âMy best friendâs brother, my best friendâs brother. BFB, BFB, my best friendâs brother is the one for me.â Aaliyah sang in a low voice, not wanting her brother to hear.
âShut it!â You hissed, struggling not to smile.
âLiyah baby, you ready?â Jordan asked as he walked into the room. âHey y/n!â He shot you a smile.
âJordan, you are dead to me.â You replied, picking up a pillow from the bed and throwing it at him.
Jordan caught it with ease. âThe fuck did I do?â
âWhy are you taking her on a date today? Itâs movie night!â You whined, incredibly close to jumping up and down like a toddler having a tantrum.
âOh shit, sorry y/n. Thought it was Friday.â Jordan winced, placing the pillow back on the bed.
You rolled your eyes and shot him a glare. âWhat the fuck have you guys been smoking, itâs Wednesday.â
Jordan came up behind Aaliyah and pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso. âI was telling her, she should go with Shawn.â Aaliyah told her boyfriend, looking up at him.
âOh, thatâs a good idea!â Jordan smiled, looking back at you. âFinally gonna make a move?â
âNot in a million years.âÂ
âStill thinks he sees her as a little sister.â Aaliyah grumbled.
Jordan chuckled. âMhm, sure. Letâs pretend you two didnât make out at that-â
âIt was one time!â You cut him off, eyes wide. âBesides, he was drunk. Doesnât even remember it.â
Jordan raised his brows at you, as if to ask if you were serious. âHe told you that?â
âUh, no. He didnât say anything after, just assumed he forgot.â Your voice trailed off.
âPfft, alright whatever. We have a reservation weâre gonna be late for.â Aaliyah piped up, looking pointedly at Jordan.
âYeah, we do. You want me to drop you off at your dorm or are you going to the movie?â Jordan asked, taking his keys out of his pocket.
âNo, Iâm gonna see if Shawn wants to go. If he doesnât, Iâll just go home. Have fun you two. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â You smiled as you handed Aaliyah her coat.
âHow about you stay over, eh? We can have a sleepover when we get back.â Aaliyah asked, putting her hands on your shoulders.
âYeah, thatâs a good idea.â She gave you a kiss on the cheek before she left the room, leaving you to your own devices.
You spread yourself out on the bed, listening to Aaliyah and Jordan drive off while you thought of what to do next.Â
You could always just throw the tickets away. Never ask Shawn and stay the night. Tell Aaliyah he said no and that you went alone. But she would definitely ask Shawn why he said no. And he would be as clueless as ever. She would get pissed that you lied. Ugh too much trouble.
You hopped off the bed and headed to Shawnâs room before you changed your mind. You knocked the door three times and stepped back.Â
âComing!â Shawnâs voice could be heard through the door. He opened it and his eyes landed on you, causing a smile to spread across his face. âHey, y/n. How are you?â He hoped his cheeks werenât as red as they felt.
âIâm good. How about you? When did you come home?â Small talk wasnât your favorite, but any words exchanged with Shawn were precious.
âJust a couple days ago. Staying here until Christmas, but then Iâm going back to my place. You coming here for Christmas this year?â You were probably just high off of being around him, but it was almost like Shawn sounded hopeful.
âUh, yeah I am.â You replied, looking down at the carpeted floors. You knew if you explained why, Shawn wouldnât hesitate to offer you a ticket home and you were in no way going to accept that. So you changed the subject âListen, I booked two tickets for a movie, but Liyah bailed on me. I was hop-thinking, maybe you would wanna... come with?â
âOf course! I mean uh, yeah sure. When does it start?â Shawn asked, retreating into his room to change out of his sweatpants you assumed.Â
âWeâve still got plenty of time. Starts in two hours. Liyah and I usually take the long way to listen to more songs. Thatâs why Iâm here so early.â You explained, wiping your palms against your jean clad thighs.
âNo worries.â Shawn smiled, looking you over. He perked up when he saw what you were wearing. âNice hoodie.â He smirked.
You looked down and saw that you were wearing the Pine Ridge hoodie Shawn had given you ages ago. You hadnât attended Pine Ridge, so Shawn knew it was his. âDonât get cocky, now.â You rolled your eyes with a smile.
âWho said anything about cocky?âÂ
âThat look on your face says cocky. Iâll be waiting downstairs.âÂ
Your conversation with Aaliyah and Jordan echoed in your mind as you walked down the stairs. It was like they knew something you didnât. It was like they knew for certain that Shawn liked you back. But that was impossible. Maybe they were bluffing to get you to act on your feelings. But Jordan... how did Jordan know about the kiss?
Shawn kissed you at his birthday party during the summer. It was so abrupt and sudden and he was pulled away immediately afterwards, leaving you all alone. After Shawn made no attempt to contact you the day after, you kept it a secret for so long. You told Aaliyah a full two months after it happened. She promised she wouldnât tell anyone, and Aaliyah never breaks her promises. So who the hell told Jordan?
âYour car or mine?â Shawnâs words broke your train of thought, shaking you out of your trance to look at him pulling on his shoes on the staircase.
âYours, Iâm all outta gas.â You chuckled.
âYou gonna be okay to go home?â You couldnât help but feel a few butterflies batting their wings in your stomach at the slight protectiveness you were getting from him.
âIâm staying over, but Iâll figure something out tomorrow. Come on, I have a playlist in mind.â You skipped your way out of the house, scrolling through your phone to find the playlist.
You walked to the passenger side of Shawnâs Jeep, waiting to hear him unlock the car. When you heard the beep, you pulled the car door open only for it to still be locked. You looked up to find Shawn standing near the Tesla and not the Jeep.
âI thought we could take this one for tonight. We always use the Jeep.â Shawn shrugged.
âThatâs because I love the Jeep. Come on Shawn, you know Iâm not one for fancy shit.â You looked at him and nodded towards the Jeep one more time.
âWhatever you want, honey.â There they were again, those pesky butterflies.Â
You climbed into the car and connected your phone to the car bluetooth. You hit shuffle on the playlist you had ready as Shawn buckled up.
âI love this song.â Shawn smiled, head bopping to the melody. Shawn looked at the screen that he had installed where the radio used to be. âIs the playlist called Shawn?â
âYup.âÂ
âWhy do you have a playlist called Shawn?â
âI have a playlist ready for anyone I might be in a car with. Thereâs Liyah, thereâs Jordan, thereâs Liyah and Jordan. I have their song on there âcause the look on their faces when it comes on is so adorable. And one for my mom and your mom and you know, a lot of people.â You scrolled through your playlists, naming them and explaining little things about each one.
âThatâs cute.â Shawn pointed out. âThe thing about Aaliyah and Jordan. That you know their song. I donât even know their song.â
âMm, perks of being the best friend.âÂ
You and Shawn easily slipped into conversation, stopping every once in a while to sing along loudly to any particular song. You noticed half an hour into the drive that the 15 minute ride to the movie theater was taking much longer than usual. Shawn was taking the long way...Â
When you arrived, there was about 10 minutes left before the movie would start. Shawn missed a lot of turns apparently. You walked in and got your snacks and beverages and went to your screen.
You had no clue why you had booked this movie because it was the cheesiest rom-com you had ever seen. It came to the point where it was a full on comedy for you. You were glad Aaliyah hadnât come with you to see it because she would have hated it. Shawn however, found it absolutely hilarious.
You snickers kept getting you glares and loud hushes to be quiet from the movie goers around you.Â
"Hey, you wanna get out of here? The parkâs like two minutes away.â Shawn whispered into your ear about halfway through the movie.
âI thought youâd never ask.â You snickered. You let Shawn take your hand and lead you out of the cinema.
You walked in a comfortable silence towards the park nearby, hands still intertwined. But you werenât the one keeping track.
âWe used to come to this park all the time in high school, remember?â Shawn reminisced, holding out a swing for you. You slipped on and nodded for Shawn to get on the one next to you.
âI remember. I miss those nights. We were such kids.â You chuckled, digging your boot covered feet in the snow beneath you.
âTell me about it.â Shawn scrunched his nose. âI had my first kiss here. I think it was 8th grade.â
âNo way, me too!â You smiled, turning to Shawn. âWho was yours?â
âBetty Stevens. You?â
âJordan.â You grimaced.
âWhat? No way!â Shawn laughed. âDoes Aaliyah know?â
âOf course she does! I would never do that to her. It was spin the bottle back in 9th grade. He was super sweet about it, though.â You smiled, remembering him asking if you were okay with it.
Shawn scoffed. âWhy the hell were a bunch of freshmen playing spin the bottle at a public park?â
âI honestly donât remember.â You laughed. âRemember that bonfire we had at the beach one time. It was a bunch of your friends and Liyah and I tagged along. The one where Brian stripped and jumped into the freezing water. Thatâs one of my favorite memories, you know?â
âI remember that night. Me too, but the Brian part isnât what makes it one of my favorite.â Shawn smiled, inching his swing closer to yours.
âUgh, shut up. You know what I mean.â You rolled your eyes in response, hitting his boot with your own. âThat night, when everyone left and it was just you, me, and Liyah. And we just talked all night long. Didnât come home till the sun was up. I love that memory.â
âMy mom got so mad at me that night. For keeping you guys out all night long to watch the sunrise.â Shawn chuckled, his hand now holding one chain from his swing and one from yours.
âYou never told me that.â
"It didnât matter because it was so worth it.âÂ
âWhy is that?â
âBecause you love watching the sunrise.â
You and Shawn walked back to the car, hand in hand. The drive home just as long as the drive to the theater, and just as full of butterflies.Â
When you got home, you slowly unlocked the front door as to not wake anyone up. Tip toeing up the steps until you reached Aaliyahâs room.
ây/n?â Shawn whispered, taking both of your hands into his. âDo you wanna go on a date?â
âLike a date date?â You whispered back, eyes blown wide.
âMhm, at the Auberge du Pommier. I know youâve been wanting to go.â Shawn nodded.
âI have.â You replied.
âFriday at 8. Is that okay with you?â He asked.
âItâs perfect, Shawn. Thank you for coming with me tonight. I had a wonderful time.â You whispered, smile evident in your voice as it was concealed in the darkness.
âMe too.â Shawn leaned down and kissed you lightly on your lips. âFriday at 8. Iâll pick you up.â
And with that he walked down the hall and into his room. You slowly brought your hand up and traced your cupidâs bow. It was like your lips were on fire.
You slowly opened the door to Aaliyahâs room and sat down in her desk chair. You couldnât believe it. This had to be a dream.
Your phone pinged and you numbingly took it out of your pocket. You had to read the screen a few times before your brain processed what was in front of you.
jordan: how did it go tonight?
you: it was good
jordan: good?
you: fine it was great
you: listen i need to ask you something
jordan: shoot
you: how did you know about the kiss?
jordan: well
jordan: he told me
You put your phone on the charger and began rummaging through Aaliyahâs closet to find something to sleep in.
Shawn told him. That means Shawn never forgot.
You climbed into bed next to Aaliyah, who was fast asleep until you did so. âHey, youâre back. How did it go?â
âIt was good. How about you?â You pulled the blanket Aaliyah was hogging and brought it up to your chin.
âIt was really nice. We went to the cutest restaurant and they started playing our song as soon we got in. Felt like it was a sign from the universe.â Aaliyah smiled, eyes closing as she slowly drifted back to sleep.
âYeah?â
âYeah. Listen, if you still wanna go to the Pompadour restaurant, tell me so I can call in advance. You know how busy those types of restaurants get around Christmas.â
âActually, Iâm gonna go with Shawn next Friday.âÂ
It was like you flipped a switch because Aaliyahâs eyes flew wide open. âWhat?!â
âShh, go to sleep. Iâll tell you about it tomorrow.â
âYou canât just say that and expect me to fall asleep.â She groaned.
âGoodnight, Liyah.â You grinned.
You tossed and turned all night. Well not literally, otherwise Aaliyah would have murdered you. But you stayed up all night thinking about the kiss Shawn gave you before he went to his room. There was no way you could mistake it any longer. Shawn was definitely into you. You couldnât believe it.Â
You had managed to fall asleep for about an hour before the sun came up. The sunlight filtering in through the window woke you up, making you regret not closing the blinds the night before.
You grabbed your things and trudged downstairs. You grabbed a muffin from the breakfast table where Karen was already sitting. You gave her a hug and a wave goodbye and headed to your car.
As you sat down, you remembered you were almost fully out of gas. No way was the little bit left in the tank from last night going to be able to get you home.
You looked down at the gas gauge only to see your tank was completely full. You looked up and saw a sticky note on the rearview mirror.
figured something out for you -s
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part 2
thankyou for reading my lovelies. i thought of this like a day ago or something idk but i also had bfb by victoria justice stuck in my head for a while so this is what came of it. pls dont forget to leave feedback! @shawncxlvins here it is love!
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Once-Upon in Morioh-Cho: 1999 Summer Flashback đ¨
In the previous chapter:
Sophie has approached the house, wiping sweat from your face.
- Higashikata-san, welcome me to Morioh-Cho!
Chapter 2:
Stand name: [Mrs. Brightside]
Stand master: Marmalade Sophie
Ability: observing areas as if they are a hologram and transporting into them. Attack âLight Splashâ allows to blind enemies and leaves small burns on their bodies. If Sophie is not focused, she will not control an area.
The girl is sitting at the table, putting her leg under a hip, and correcting the notes on the sheet. The room is lit up with one small lamp which stands on the chest. Sophie looks at the watch and notices that it has already been 1 a.m: the time, when many people go asleep. She has taken a glance with boredom at the crumbled paper, trying to formulate her thoughts and aims. Suddenly, the girl breaks into a tricky smile and starts write something fast.
- What will you say about that, Higashikata Josuke? It seems that our interview is turning into a quite interesting thing, is it?
Sophie has giggled and has attempted to imitate a serious face, imagining that she wears narrow glasses, a long black dress and ugly old shoes. She has begun to read out the questions and has burst out with a loud laugh, not reached the last one.
- No, no, I need to focus myself on the content. I must cross it out.
⢠Who inspired you to go through the police?
⢠How do you cope with your feelings at work?
⢠What is your dick size?
⢠Have you ever pissed at the street corner?
⢠What secrets do you use when you catch a criminal?
⢠What porn genre do you like?
⢠Do you want to fuck me?
That day had become a key to cope with assignment which was sent to the girl. When she used [Mrs. Brightside], she did not expect that the police and ambulance had just dealt with the cruel robbery. Sophie was struck by the officerâs great work, imagining how it would be if she interview him.
- I absolutely donât remember his face⌠I guess Higashikata-san may be strong, intelligent and brave man, who devotes all the spare time to protecting Morioh-Cho. I suppose it will be gold experience, - says Sophie and with these thoughts she lays a bedsheet, grabs a blanket which covers her and has fallen asleep.
The police station is located near the center of a bed town. It is a modern two-storied building with sophisticated layout, distinguishing among various insignificant constructions. To reach this place was not a difficult mission for Sophie because the police station represents as an important part of Morioh-Choâs protection. Standing in front of the designated point and crossing out todayâs uncomfortable questions, the girl confidently has entered the large glass door.
The interior has been completely predictable: gray walls, a small number of plants on the windowsills, simple white lamps and many other things indicate that the place reflects a serious purpose. Near the entrance, Sophie sees a big metal detector and a man, representing as a security guard in the dark-blue uniform. He takes a glance at the girl and starts to come up.
- Who are you? Youâre not allowed to come in.
- Iâm Marmalade Sophie who works at Morioh-Cho radio station. I create an article about the policeâs work of the town thatâs why yesterday I reached an agreement to interview the officer Higashikata Josuke. I can show you my identification and then you let me through, do you?
- I donât care about your personality because my work is to protect the building and people who are here. Take off any metal objects and open your bag.
- Wanker.
- What?
- Oh, never mind.
The girl has just put her earrings, bracelet and necklace, which is made of gold, on the table. When Sophie did these movements, she realized that it looks like checking before the final exams at school in Russia. The girlâs mood is gradually getting worse that is why she starts to get nervous and sweat.
- Oi, lady!
Sophie has turned around, seeing a stranger. It is a man of tall height and stocky build, wearing a dark pompadour and light hair on the sides, densely combed back. His face has small and irregular features that are complemented by two long intersecting scars. His amiable smile does not calm down Sophie that is why her armpits and hands start to sweat more. The girl is thinking about how she can reach Higashikataâs office without unpredictable meetings, but today it has turned out to be impossible.
- Mademoiselle, may I introduce myself? My name is Nijimura Okuyasu, a senior police officer. I hear that youâre a practicing student who works at Morioh-Cho radio station, and today you have come to find out some information about our work, donât you?
- Nice to meet you, Nijimura-san. Iâm Marmalade Sophie, youâre absolutely aware of my business. Donât you help me to see Higashikata-san? I need to interview him.
- Of course! I can take you to the first floor.
Climbing up the stairs, the senior officer told Sophie some special points. It turned out that Nijimura-san has close relationships with Higashikata Josuke who remains a total mystery for the girl. Eventually, the couple has reached an important room.
- Good luck and donât be afraid.
- Thank you!
When Sophie has opened the door, she can observe big windows which are skipping sunlight to the office, including beautiful furniture. There is a large desk which is made of real wood, a cabinet is full of books and folders, a board hangs on the wall, covered with photoshoots, a black matte sofa and a coffee table in front of it. The girl is more interested not in the interior but in the figure, sitting on the armrest of the chair.
It is a man with large features, especially his deep-blue eyes and full lips. It is funny the thick arched eyebrows match his relaxed and kind face. Sophie can only see this sitting pose but she can guess his height exactly because of the frame. Higashikata-san looks stunning: dark hair represents as a wild pompadour, gold circle-earrings get the girlâs attention and uniform with expensive decoration suits perfectly. There is no reason to doubt that he is so handsome.
- Good morning, Marmalade Sophie. Have you reached the police station without any problems? Iâm waiting for you, - says the man, standing up from the armrest.
- Good morning, Higashikata-san. Yes, I have. Thank you.
- Perhaps, you want to drink, do you? If it is, I will be able to ask a secretary about a cup of tea or coffee.
- Thank you but I donât. And now the closer: your colleague told me that youâre aware of my visit. I was really inspired by your great work when you catch a robber. It was so fantastic! Can I ask you some questions about the police? The town and Japan must know the heroes which will be described in my article.
- I ask the questions here, not you.
Instantly, there is awful silence. Sophie did not expect that she would embarrass herself like that for the first time. The girl looks at him, starting to get nervous again, choosing the right words to continue this awkward conversation. Sophie often takes everything personally that is why in the school times she was always crying about little things. One day the girl broke her leg and had a decision to visit a doctor. At hospital a haughty woman shouted at her, accusing of breaking the queue. Sophie burst into tears in front of the doctors, sobbing every minute. Now she feels the same.
- Oh, what happened to your face? Itâs a joke! My stupid jokeâŚ
It does not help.
- So⌠You seem pretty young, youâre a student, arenât you?
- Yes, I am. Iâm a sophomore and my department⌠Whatever. May I start an interview?
- Of course. There is no need to stand, sit down.
The conversation started with simple questions about the police and its definition in the officerâs eyes. Higashikata Josuke told Sophie many interesting facts and accidents which had to face. He answered that the reason, why the organization operates as a single well- set mechanism, is because of industrious people who work there. The main aim of Morioh-Cho police is a protection of the town.
- You said the organization is good at coping with difficult and confusing criminal cases and thatâs right: there are no unsolved ones but I have found out some information about Kosaku Kawajiri. This man vanished about ten years ago and the wife and the son still have been waiting forâŚ
- I wonât be able to answer your question.
- Why? Itâs general questâŚ
- I donât like to repeat: I refuse to answer this question, - says the officer, taking his eyes off.
It is getting dark outside. From this room it can see how street lamps have started to light up a full road. The officer is sitting against the window that is why his face is covered with a mysterious shadow, which can admit only the perfect features.
- You have a secret, in which you donât want to involve me and my readership, do you?
- Marmalade-san, youâre pushing a line.
- A true journalist never pushes a line, he tend to think real information. If I write wrong things in my texts, I will mislead many people. Please, tell me about this perâŚ
- Do you hear me? The conversation is over.
- Higashikata⌠Josuke, is it your name? The part âskeâ can be read like âjoâ. What an interesting one, - says Sophie, teasingly looking at his face.
- What are you up to?! - asks officer, getting furious.
- Exactly, the interview is over. Goodbye, JoJo.
The girl has stood up and shut the door roughly. Sophie is thinking about how she can get an archive, where definitely there are important notes about citizens. Perhaps, can the girl use [Mrs. Brightside] to find a direction? But at this time, she is being mad at Higashikata-san and at the thought that her mind treats him as a lovely man. Suddenly, someone grabs her elbow in a sharp way.
- Whatâs wrong with you? No need to become Dale Cooper in a skirt.
- Harry S. Truman, immediately, let me go.
- One more move and I will speak differently with you.
Sophie sees his eyes. She cannot believe that this kind and pretty face may hurt her. The girl is not surprised that Higashikata Josuke turned out to be very tall and upper-body. Their glances have met for a couple of seconds.
- To hell with it, I'm off! Itâs a torture being here! - shouts Sophie, approaching the entrance, - Just so you know, this guard made me to open my bag and show my personal stuffs! He knows that girls keep spare pants and sanitary napkins, such a pervert!
Two men are standing against the wall and watching how Sophie goes out, ignoring the metal detector.
- Higashikata-san, I canâŚ
- You canât. Let her go.
âŹ
ď¸ To be continued

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hi!! coming back to say that you're right again in your tags about S2 being the most solid and consistent series. i would love to hear your thoughts on what makes it so!! imo it's something to do with:
- ten finding a family in the tyler's (and mickey, eventually)
- how much, underneath their all-encompassing love, ten and rose genuinely like and want to be around each other. the way they'd go to the end of universe and back again for each other and the mutual trust and respect they have.
- the way all the episodes flow together
- the soundtrack (wow the soundtrack is spectacular, excellent work there).
My, look at that! An ask!
Firstly, can we collectively take a moment to appreciate all that OP has said above? Because thatâs GALAXY BRAIN level of genius, thatâs what it is
Secondly, okay well you brought this upon yourself, I wasnât fully prepared for this but here it goes: S2 is one of the most solid seasons of dw for me simply because, in my head, when I think about it and do a ranking of every episode, there simply isnât one that jars me the way others do, there isnât one that I find extremely weak. This is how I see it: Christmas Invasionâmost iconic introductory episode, dramatic entrance of a newly regenerated doctor that won our hearts from second one, New Earthâgood, Tooth&Clawâexcellent, School Reunionânot my personal favourite, but good, Girl in the Fireplaceâ*pterodactyl screech* hold on, hear me out, yes, we all know that Moffat did everyone dirty, that the characterization of Rose and the Doctor and Mickey and even Madame de Pompadour is absolute shit, but from a stylistic and narrative viewpoint the episode still works, Cybermen/Age of Steelâgood, The Idiot Lanternâexcellent, Impossible Planet/Satan Pitâmasterpiece,  Love&Monstersâvery good, Fear Herâvery good, Army of Ghosts/Doomsdayâexcellent!
This might sound like a very cheap oversimplified explanation but, thing is, comparatively speaking, other seasons had really weak episodes: Iâm not a fan of The Long Game (I donât think thereâs anyone in this fandom that remembers Adam fondly), and oddly enough the double episodes in S3 and S4 were very poor? Which is a shame because, you know, double. Daleks in Manhattan and The Sontaran Stratagem are okay-ish, but the fact that theyâre two parters is just too much; they couldâve easily been condensed into just one and had the same impact. And I donât say this with spite or anything, I love Martha Star Jones with all my heart and S4 is my all-time favourite, but itâs just that Iâve found that S2 is widely underrated. People are strangely critical of it for some reason or simply label it as âbadâ (I wonât go into details because dudebros on the internet who think their opinion is important make me tired). And yes, Iâm including the bastard children of dw in this as well: I am saying that Love&Monsters and Fear Her are good episodes AND I AM SAYING IT LOUD AND CLEAR FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK! I will always defend my precious bastard children.Â
Apart from the flow of the episodes, thematically⌠well, you could argue that S2 didnât have an arc built up through a series of motifs like âBad Wolfâ or âHarold Saxonâ or the lost planets, but that doesnât make it any less compelling for me. I think the development is more, as you so brilliantly pointed out, in the characters, and in the joy of simply going on adventure, which is the heart of the show after all! We get to see a Doctor that is utterly giddy and goofy and hasnât yet been hardened by loss; Rose, who keeps on facing new situations and saving the day, and how their friendship shifts and adapts and ultimately grows and expands, yet their relationship never overshadows the plot or the narrative (bonus points for that!). With Nineâs reluctance to the domestic gone, Ten comes off as more human and close, and we see how he slowly finds a sense of belonging in the Tylerâs peculiar family (which sorry but still BREAKS MY HEART TO THIS VERY DAY). And again, yes youâre right, their relationship is very enjoyable to watch because well, theyâre the Doctor and Rose, theyâre inseparable! and not even in a romantic way; the fact that they donât start from zero and already know and are comfortable with each other adds to the familiarity between them, and we always see them being a cohesive team. Iâll never get tired of saying how incredible gratifying it is to see a relationship so positive and supportive on television, no matter whether you consider them in a platonic or a romantic way :)
And yes! Soundtrack has some memorable pieces too!Â
#i could go on a rant about how the doctor and rose's relationship is friendship-coded and not romance-coded#and how much fulfilling and richer that makes their relationship#and about how it isn't heteronormatively-coded#but oof that's a talk for another day#also I just realized#the arc of S2 was Torchwood Institute#from the Christmas Invasion to Tooth&Claw to Doomsday they're always present#so well yeah more bonus points!#idk again this is just my humble opinion#everyone has their favorite episode and they're favorite season#but i also think you have to be able to appreciate each one in their own way#perhaps s2 wasn't as good as s4#and RTD's writing was clearly more polished with time#but that's no reason to ditch all his previous work#anyway I'm rambling forget me#thank you for asking!#it makes me very happy that you pop by and read my tags!#keep being a sweet pea!#ask#asks#ask me anything!#dw#doctor who#s2#rose tyler#doctor/rose
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Brighter Than the Sun
August 25th. Today was the day. Gon had been waiting for this day for years, and the anticipation only intensified when he received his acceptance letter in the mail a few months ago. After a teary goodbye with Aunt Mito, he was finally off on his own and starting college.
A freshman in college AU!
Chapter 1: New Places, New Faces
August 25th. Today was the day. Gon had been waiting for this day for years, and the anticipation only intensified when he received his acceptance letter in the mail a few months ago. After a teary goodbye with Aunt Mito, he was finally off on his own and starting college. Whale Island wasnât that far from York New City, though Mito fervently disagreed--âNot that far?! Itâs a boat, train, and bus ride away!â-- Either way, Gon had arrived safely, and as promised, he texted her to let her know. The entrance to the campus was a large iron gate, and a statue of a catbear stared down at him.as he crossed the threshold of his fatherâs alma mater. Â
Ging had walked these same grounds decades before and went on to become a world renowned Archaeologist. His career was demanding and exciting, so much so that it kept him abroad most of the time. It became Gonâs dream from a very early age to follow in his fatherâs impossibly large footsteps, traveling the world exploring and discovering artifacts and lost civilizations. It had to be amazing if it was worth missing out on so much of his sonâs life.
Suitcase in tow, he climbed the stairs leading to the administration building two at a time, and eagerly tugged on the large oak doors. Once inside, he noticed a small line forming across the lobby. A banner reading âFreshman Check Inâ was hung above a long table on the back wall. He joined the line and waited, shifting from foot to foot as excitement coursed through him. When it was his turn to step up to the table, a petite woman with blonde pigtails came into view. She smiled warmly at him as he approached.Â
âHello! Welcome to York New University! Whatâs your first and last name?â
âHello, thank you! My name is Gon Freecss.â
She sifted through some folders lined up neatly in front of her before pulling one out of a stack and handing it to him.Â
âThis packet has your room number and key in it, as well as a brochure of course options. Youâll want to select your classes and build your schedule online as soon as possible. Youâre in Hunter dorm located just North of the library. Follow the brick walkway through the courtyard and you canât miss it. Best of luck and welcome to YNU!âÂ
Before he could say anything more, the next student in line was being motioned forward, so he turned and headed out the door and to his dorm. Grass and trees decorated the space between buildings, and the walkways were buzzing with students. The biggest and oldest looking building he passed had a cool tower on the side of it. He wondered what it was, and couldnât wait to find out!
After a while he arrived at a large, multi story brick building. Gold lettering over the entrance read âHunter Dormitoryâ. With a deep breath, he headed inside. His room number was 405A, so he boarded the elevator, and pressed the button for the 4th floor. It let him out on the top level of the building and into a long hallway. He passed room 400, then 401, 402, 403, 404, and finally, at the very end of the hallway, 405.Â
The front door opened to a common room with a couch, mini fridge, a tv, and a coffee table. On the far wall there was a door to the right labeled âAâ and one to the left labeled âBâ His room was pretty standard, just four white walls with a bed, desk, and dresser. It looked so plain and boring, he couldn't wait to make the space his own. He had to remember to thank Mito for reminding him to pack some decorations. There was a window by the bed overlooking a courtyard, and on the left wall was the door to the bathroom. When he stepped into the shared bathroom, he saw another door on the wall opposite his. Curious, he turned the knob and peeked inside. It opened to a room that was identical to his own. His roommate must not have arrived yet, as the room was still empty. Disappointed, he closed the door with a click.
He returned to his room and flopped onto the bed. His mind was racing, imagining what his roommate would be like, what his classes and professors would be like, what friends he would make and what clubs he would join. This had all been just a dream for so long, and now he was, finally living it. His phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know that it was 12:45. Oh! He almost forgot! He stood in a flash, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and skipped out the door for freshman orientation.
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Killua was not very excited about being forced to attend a freshman orientation. Wasnât the whole point of college to get away from people telling him what to do? Nevertheless, here he was, making his way to the small group forming under a large oak tree in the center of the campusâs main courtyard. As he approached them he noticed a tall man standing in the center of everyone and motioning for people to move as he called out.Â
âPlease gather around me so everyone can hear!â The man was wearing white slacks, and his dark hair was shaped into a large pompadour. When the group was settled, he spoke again. âHello everyone, and welcome to York New University! My nameâs Knuckle Bine, Iâm a junior here and the RA of Hunter dorm! Iâll be your guide around campus today. Itâs my job to help you guys get acclimated to your new environment, and to teach you the inâs and outâs of life here at YNU!â Â
His eyes scanned the group from one end to the other, a smile on his lips. âTo start, Iâd like to break the ice here with an introduction game! Weâll go around the circle and introduce ourselves. When itâs your turn, tell us your name, your major if youâve chosen one, something about yourself, and a reason youâre here at the University! Iâll go first. Iâm Knuckle and my major is Pre-Veterinary Medicine. Something about myself is that I love animals! I came to college to make a career for myself that helps them!â His smile was warm as he turned to the person to his left with expectant eyes. âNow, your turn!â
Killua did his best to focus on the petite girl who was now speaking--shit, what did she say her name was? Ponzu?--but his mind was busy rushing to think of the right thing to say for when it was his turn to speak.They were a group of complete strangers, standing together in the grass, and they were really expected to just⌠introduce themselves? With such weird and arbitrary questions? What was he supposed to say? This was not how he wanted to start meeting new people once he finally got away to college.Â
Alright, name was easy, major was undecided so also pretty easy, if a little embarrassing. What was next? Something about himself? What? That was such a broad thing to ask! And he only had a few more people before his turn. And shit! He had not been paying attention. He glanced up to see where the next person speaking was. Okay, he had about 6 more people before it was his turn. His eyes fell on the next person, a boy about his height with black spiky hair and bright, round colored eyes the color of honey.
âHello!â he waved cheerily around the semi circle, a bright smile on his face. âMy name is Gon Freecss. Iâm not exactly sure of my major just yet, but Iâm thinking about Environmental Biology or maybe Anthropology. Iâm from Whale Island and I love hiking and exploring. Iâm here because this is my lifeâs next adventure and Iâm excited to learn and make some new friends!âÂ
Killua thought this guy was a little overzealous, but he seemed nice enough. He was wearing green shorts and a cream tank top that revealed tan, muscular limbs. His gaze roamed up the boyâs body, noticing broad shoulders, a strong jaw, full lips, and then, those eyesâŚeyes that were now staring right back at him. Crap. He quickly turned his head away, a blush creeping across his cheeks. Welp. That was awkward. Oh shit, now there were only 2 more people before him. When it was finally his turn, he spoke quickly and avoided eye contact.Â
âIâm Killua. Iâm undecided and Iâm here because I graduated high school and this was the next step. I guess something about me is that I like to skateboard.â He felt a rush of relief as the next person started speaking, and focused intensely on the rest of the people as they spoke so his eyes wouldnât wander back to that boy--Gon--again. Â
A few people later, and Knuckle was the one speaking. âAlright! Thatâs everyone. Now that weâre all acquainted, we can begin the campus tour! Follow behind me closely, and feel free to ask any questions you may have along the way!â With a bright smile, he turned on his heel and walked across the lawn.Â
The tour was relatively uneventful, Killua was pretty bored most of the time. Hadnât these people done a campus tour? His mother barely let him attend a college so far away, let alone without touring it first. The only thing keeping him occupied was occasional glimpses at Gonâs facial expressions. He was very easily amused and his face lit up with each new place they entered. Killua had never seen someone so happy and energetic before. It was almost tiring to watch, but he found himself looking up at the boy frequently. They walked through some of the classrooms, followed by the main campus administration building, a few of the degree program offices, the campus gym, and finally the cafeteria.
âOkay guys, weâve got one stop left, but first, weâre going to break for lunch! I like to eat my lunch on the green,â he motioned to the expansive lawn they were standing on, âbut youâre welcome to eat inside as well. Just make sure you meet back here in 45 minutes!âÂ
With that, the group dispersed. Killua, deciding he wasnât hungry enough to venture into the cafeteria, sat down under a shady tree. He was scrolling mindlessly on his phone when he heard soft footsteps in the grass next to him. He glanced up to see who it was and his breath caught in his throat. Golden eyes were staring down at him, accompanied by an ear to ear smile.
âThis seat taken?âÂ
âUh, no?â Killua watched as Gon crossed his legs and plopped down in the grass next to him.
âYou donât have any food, arenât you hungry?â Gon asked, voice tinged with concern.
âOh, I guess I just didnât feel like dealing with the cafeteria line.âÂ
Gon immediately began rifling through his backpack. He pulled out a sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of water. âHere, have some of my lunch!â He passed the apple to Killua, and offered him half of the sandwich as well.Â
âNo thank you, I couldnât take your lunch from you.â
âYouâre not taking it from me, Iâm sharing it with you! Câmon, at least have the apple.âÂ
He wanted to argue, but Gonâs smile was almost a pout and his eyes were burning into him, so he quickly grabbed the apple and took a bite. Gon grinned in response and took a bite of his sandwich.
âSo, your name is Killua? Iâm Gon! Itâs nice to meet you!â
Killua swallowed hard and ignored how his stomach flipped when Gon said his name.Â
âYeah, itâs nice to meet you too.â The two sat in comfortable silence for a bit, eating and watching the activity on the lawn around them. Gon was the first to speak.Â
âSo, are you from York New City?â
Killua shook his head. âMy family lives on a compound in the Kukuru Mountains, a few hours North of here.â
âOh yeah? Thatâs so cool! My Aunt Mito and I went on a hiking trip there a few years ago. The forest at the base of the mountains is beautiful!â
Killua raised an eyebrow. âThe forest is also pretty dangerous, yâknow.â
Gon chuckled. âDonât worry, I basically grew up in nature, my survival skills are pretty good. Not that Mito wouldâve let me hike off trail or as far as I wanted to anyway.â
âYou said youâre from Whale Island, whatâs it like there?âÂ
âWhale Island is beautiful. The forest there is lush and the wildlife is diverse. I spent all of my free time outside exploring alone, learning every inch of the island.â
âAlone?â
âYeah, there werenât many kids my age. Itâs a small port town; so a great deal of the population there is people in town for business for a few weeks or months at a time. The locals are mostly older folks. There were only a few families around when I was growing up, but they all had girls. I made friends with them just fine, and with the kids that would move in and out of town. But I never really had solid friends, and never a best friend.â
 Killua nodded solemnly. âYeah, I know what you mean. I never had any real friends either. No one I could trust or that I actually enjoyed spending time with. I got to know the kids that my parentsâ business partners would regularly bring to parties, and I knew some kids at boarding school too; but most of them were boring or snobby or both. So I was alone a lot.â Killuaâs gaze shifted down, his fingers nervously raked through the grass. He wasnât sure why he was suddenly spilling his guts to a stranger, but something about Gon being so open made him want to open up as well. He could feel Gon staring at him, and when he looked up he was met with a pair of warm golden eyes, and an understanding smile. That smile made his stomach flip...again.
âKillua?â
âYes?â
âWould you like to be friends?â
âI--w-what?â he stammered, eyes wide with surprise.
Gon didnât waiver, his smile only grew wider. âI think youâre really cool, and Iâd like to be your friend! Would you like to be mine too?âÂ
âUh, s-sure. Yeah, we can be friends.â he rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to calm his embarrassment along with the excitement bubbling up inside of him.Â
Gon was positively beaming. âIâm so glad! This is gonna be great!âÂ
Gonâs excitement was contagious, and Killua couldnât help but smile.
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For the rest of their lunch break, the two talked and laughed. They were really hitting it off, and Gon was so happy to have made such a cool new friend. Killua even promised to teach him how to skateboard if he taught him how to fish! Before they knew it, Knuckle was clapping his hands and waving for everyoneâs attention.Â
 âOkay folks, it looks like everyoneâs finished eating, so itâs time to finish our tour!â He pointed to the large building behind them and motioned for them to follow. They all stood and headed across the lawn towards a large brick building with a marble staircase on either side of the double door entrance. It was the building with the tower Gon noticed earlier.Â
Knuckle led the group up the stairs and inside. When he spoke next, it was in a hushed tone. âEveryone, welcome to the library! This is the biggest building on campus, and where you will probably spend most of your time.The best way to learn this place is to explore it yourself, and since this is the last stop, feel free to stay as long as you like.Youâre also free to go whenever youâd like. Iâll be around for a bit if you have any questions or want to chat. I hope you enjoyed the tour today and again, welcome to NYU!!â He ended with a bright smile, and the group began to disperse.Â
After a chat with Knuckle, Gon headed straight for the elevator to explore each floor. He asked Killua to join him, but he declined saying he had some stuff to do, so they exchanged numbers and went their separate ways. By the time he finished in the library, it was well after 5. He stopped at the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat and then headed back to his room.Â
He was unpacking when he heard shuffling in the other bedroom. His roommate must be home! He headed out to the common room and knocked on the other door. Gon heard some more shuffling before the door swung open to reveal a familiar face. He stared in surprise and ocean blue eyes stared right back through a frame of silver hair.
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