#and it was just a sketch for me to get an idea of him

[leashybebes]

Coming in so late so please feel free to save this for whenever you need inspiration, but:

🎥 !

I absolutely, could not be more here for this. 💚

thank you, pal! here's some random pov (we are officially early enough in the planning stage that i have no idea what the pov dealie will be. chapters? scenes? who can say, definitely not me, the person writing it)

Tommy had been content with his lot for a long time. His small house, his solitary hobbies, his quiet little life. He supplements his residuals by fixing up old cars, he runs errands for his elderly neighbours, he almost never gets recognized, he's even had a couple of—admittedly pretty casual—relationships. It had been years since he'd even thought about acting, at least consciously.

And now look at him. One conversation with Sal, who's been his friend for longer than he was ever his agent, by this point, and he finds himself longing for it. The bustle of a set, the slipping-into-a-warm-bath sensation of disappearing into a character, the feeling of being part of something—a cog in a machine with a literal role to play.

Fucking Sal.

Tommy had known from the second he answered the phone what was going on. That wasn't Sal's 'are you still coming to Sunday dinner, the girls wanna show you their Halloween costumes' voice. That was Sal's work voice, and Tommy hasn't had that directed at himself for more than ten years. He should have hung up, not let Sal tell him about the script, not let him paint a picture just as vividly and convincingly as he did when he and Tommy had sat down and sketched out a ten year plan for Tommy's career that had crashed and burned only a few years in.

He should have hung up, and now he's kicking himself because god, he wants it. He wants it with an intensity that makes him wonder if it's been there all this time, just scabbed over and gone numb for more than a decade.

[ghost-proofbaby]

girlie i promise you that your ability to write has not gone away. yes it is a muscle that needs to be exercised but you have a talent for it that will never go away no matter what. you could write about a bird shitting on someone’s car and id still read it ok queen 🫶🏻

first of all you are too sweet and ily. second of all, now i can only think about how each of my favorite fictional men would react to finding bird shit on their car, so i hope you're okay with me taking you on this journey with me. i have thoughts on levi ackerman and satoru gojo with this too but i know you love eddie so... <3

hear me out, because eddie doesn't notice. he's been parking under a tree on your street, and you keep telling him that birds are going to shit on his car, and he keeps claiming, "another day of no shit!" with a shit-eating grin (pun intended). he gets all smug every single day that he thinks he's proven you wrong, until randomly you notice a very dried, very old bird-shit stain on the rear passenger side.

and you point it out, finally getting to be the smug one, going, "told you so."

and he gets dramatic, gasping and going to slap his palm over it to hide it like, "shit? what shit?"

(you have to grab his wrist violently to prevent his damn palm from coming in contact with the shit. if looks could kill, eddie munson would be dead on the pavement from the glare you shoot at him disapprovingly.)

and despite taking your time to bask in the glory of finally proving his stubborn self wrong, you definitely end up helping him try to clean the shit off his car. the two of you go back to your house, and you properly wash the van (he just wanted an excuse to convince you to wear a bathing suit - it doesn't work). you pay special attention to the spot marked in white, being gentle with your scrubbing, whereas eddie is a bit... rougher.

inevitably, the shit has left a massive patch in his paint job, and his violent scrubbing has definitely left behind some scratches.

"you're an idiot," is all you could deadpan, staring at the ugly spot on his van now.

"it's fine."

"you're going to cry about this next week, aren't you?"

"possibly."

one thing leads to another, and for some unknown reason, you get roped into eddie's grand solution: painting over the spot on his van. not just matching the original paint, though - a mini-mural, that he insists on the two of you collaborating on. a flaming D20 that eddie had neatly outlined, and you had filled in with your own shaking hand. it's an entire ordeal of tangled limbs to try and work faster, swiping paint on each other's faces (and asses. specifically, eddie's handprints on the ass of your jeans), arguing over which shades of orange and yellow to use on the flames. you doubt it'll last despite the sealant he coats it with, and your artistic skills hardly match his, but it doesn't matter. eddie makes you sign your name next to his like it's a goddamn masterpiece to be hung in the louvre instead of a random patch on his van that's going to end up with more bird shit on it within a week because he still refuses to change where he parks.

and the next week, he's already got more paints and sketch ideas, enlisting your help with painting over a dent that he swears has a scratch in it too, and he swears the two of you have to make to be less of an eyesore.

you just smile and nod, unable to ever say no to him.

[daizedndconfused]

Can you write hcs about lloyd dating someone who writes a comic book series? Their series is pretty popular and their issues are sold at the same place lloyd gets his starfarer comics from, I think it would be really cute! (especially if lloyd suggested a character idea as a joke and the reader actually put it into the story)

a/n: my first lloyd request?? i haven't had a lot of experience writing his character so some of this may be off? oh well...im excited for something new!

lloyd comic book headcannons

he can't believe he's dating you and he voices it a lot. like sometimes he'll wake up and be like...wow that's my girlfriend and she's awesome. you'll be hanging out doing something simple like watching a movie and he'll turn to you and go 'you're so cool i can't believe you agreed to go out with me' meanwhile he's a literal ninja. you can't help but roll your eyes at him whenever he looks at you like you hung the moon.

constantly pesters you about your next issue. maybe he's at your place just lounging in your room and you're at your desk sketching ideas for your next issue and he's always trying to look over your shoulder, convince you to give him spoilers, or just ask when you think it'll be done for the millionth time. you tell him you don't know and he'll have to read it when it officially hits the stores while pushing his face away from your desk, your sketchbook shut firmly away from his wandering eyes.

you give him the first official copy as soon as it's done and released to the public. you know you shouldn't, but then he flashes those big green eyes at you and you give in every time. you know it's pointless since he'll devour it in less than three hours and you'll be stuck with him poking you and asking if you've started the next one. this gets especially bad when you leave off on a cliffhanger. just be ready to listen to him whine and say how mean you are for doing that to him.

he jokingly suggests an idea for a character only to choke on his water when he picks up your latest comic and there they are. his mouth is hanging open because it was a joke. he didn't really think you'd take his idea seriously much less add it to your series. sure it's a minor side character, but when he confronts you about you just smile and say 'what? it was a good idea.' he feels both a little embarrassed but also extremely proud that he came up with an idea worthy of making it into the series. his love for you grows tenfold when he realizes that you truly listen to him and appreciate his ideas.

he's very patient with you. sure he likes to be annoying when your next comic is getting released but he also understands how much work goes into making them. plus, he knows how hard it is to find days where both you and him are free. sometimes his patrols will run late or you'll be in a long meeting with some of your publishers/editors/managers. sometimes you guys are so tired, him after being out all night and you dealing with snobby publishers who keep trying to shove bad ideas down your throat, that you'll get together just to sleep.

[chosodicklover]

TWST Characters x Artist Yuu

Malleus🐉/Rook🪶x GN!Reader(more are coming)

Part 1

BTW: Im new to writing, dyslexic and eng isn't my firs lang. So please do feel free to drop any tips and helpful criticism. Thank you :)

Malleus🐉

- Imagine that you are a very artistic person.

- More or less like Rook. Finding beauty in everything. Including the odd unconventional things like mold, falling buildings and so on.

- Then you got enrolled in NRC, you had to join a club.

- So you did. The art club.

- Due to NRC being a college for the elite, they had access to a lot more than a normal human school could ever dream of.

- You took the opportunity and tried everything that normally you couldn't.

- One of the new hobbies you picked up was stone carving.

- One thing about stone carving was that it's a difficult art to master. One mistake and you're starting all over again. It's tedious and expensive, but at least the school is willing to cover the cost.

- After many tries of making people out of the soft stone you gave up and tried to go with something much easier.

- Gargoyles. They were made out of much easier to carve shapes.

- On his weekly night visit to the Ramshackle. You and Hornton had your normal short conversation.

- You randomly mentioned that you were trying something new during art club and innocently told him that now you are trying to carve a gargoyle after falling to carve out a person. 

- He was surprised and then, he had a million questions about what you're making.

- Questions like "Are you looking at making animal or monster type of gargoyles?”(he wasn’t going to ask about human ones as he just listened to you complaining about having troubles with making a human face)

- ”Are they from a specific era from this or your world? Do you even have them in your world?”

- Questions just kept coming, and you didn't know enough to answer his questions after they became more and more full of terminology that you didn't understand.   

- So in the end you decided to invite him to just come and see for himself tomorrow after school.

- He agreed and decided to leave it there. The two of you wished each other a good night and separated.

- Next day after school Malleus came past the art club room.

- Walking by all your scared school mates, Malleus made his way to you. 

- He greeted you and then asked where your work is. 

- Due to how dusty it can get you normally worked outside so the two of you walked outside the back of the art room which was a cornered off garden which was used exclusively by the art students. 

- You walked to a table that was covered with a cloth to shield your art from the elements and potential paint that may fly its way.

- As you uncover the gargoyle that you were working on (a very roughly shaped gargoyle, because you had just started)

 -You excused yourself to go and get your sketch book so that he could get a better idea of what you were going for. 

-You presented him with the book in which you did some research before starting and also showed him your own sketches of designs that you thought of. 

-He got closer to your creation in making, and started imagining the details you may be adding when you get to that stage.

-Then he sat next to you to read and look at your book in more detail with the hopes to hear why you came up with the designs you had.

-He notes that in the pages for the design you were making right now there was one major mistake. 

-The designs that you were looking at were mainly of gargoyles that channel water away from the building they are on but the angle that you have designed the gargoyle to start at a way too steep of an angle for the water to be able to come out off.

-You realised your mistake and thanked him for the feedback.

-You proceeded to resketch a new design 

-You stopped yourself and looked at Malleus, who was watching you intently to see what you were going to do.

-”Would you like me to help with the design?" that came out before you knew you were speaking. (Not that you really minded his help)

-He gave you a gentle smile and got even closer “Dont mind if i do.”

-The two of you spent hours talking about ideas until Sebek made it his own mishon to find Malleus as he was about to miss dinner.

-When he found the two of you he scolded you because ‘how dare you keep my liege occupied with your human nonsense’. 

-Of course Malleus wasn’t happy with him saying that and made Sebek apologise.

-After that Malleus invited you to join them for dinner in their dorm (much to Sebek’s protests)

Rook🪶

- Rook being the romantic guy he is always writes poetry. 

- It is not always about someone in mind, just about how he found beauty in something that gets brushed over by others.

- You with your fat crush on him wanted to share his passion about writing.

- So what better way than to make a poem about him.

- You aren't the best with words. The poem was clumsy and had references to some of his own poems that he read to you.

- One of the poems you liked the most was about him dramatically describing how roses that were in the school garden slowly started to wither. 

- The poem always makes you think of the pick up like “I’ll stop loving you when this flower dies” and the person is given a paper/plastic flower. 

- So you decide to put your own spin to that.

- You got some felt, fabric, needles and threads. 

- You started by using a rich purple felt sheet to make the envelope.

- Then you worked your ass off trying to recreate the Pomfiore emblem as the wax seal button on the letter so that the letter can be closed again. 

- After that you embroidered a black feather that resembles the one on his hat at what would be the back of the envelope.

- To hide the back of the embroidered feather, you decided to line it with a black fabric that had a golden flower design, resembling the golden details on his dorm uniform on the inside of the envelope 

- Once you decided that the envelope had enough details you moved on into sewing it together to keep its shape. 

- Since you finished with that it was time to move on to the actual letter itself.

- You rewrite the poem you made for him in a better hand writing. 

- Sewing the words of the poem into the felt made you feel like you are being a little corny with the way you decide to do things.

- But remembering Rook he would probably find it charming that you spent so much time thinking about him as you were creating something for him, so you pushed through.

- You finished all that letter work before you had to head to bed. 

- Next morning - it wasn't hard to find Rook as he would probably be in one of his normal ‘beautiful’ spots in the school.

- Luckily, you did find him fairly quickly as he just so happened to be sitting where those roses inspired him to write your favorite poem. 

- ‘The Sevens couldn't choose a better spot’ you said to yourself as you sat next to him.

- ”Mornings like this are beautiful aren't they?” 

- “It's just like any other, what makes this one any different “ 

- ”The difference is that you are sharing it with me, non? And if I'm not mistaken you also have something for me, isn't that wrong ma chérie?”

- Your mouth instantly dried up and you choked on your words as he got close to your face.

- All you could do is just reach into your inside pocket and take out the envelope that you poured your heart into the night before. 

- ”For moi?” (as he didn't see you sticking out the art rooms with a bunch of fabric) 

- He opened the latter after what it felt like ages as he took his time to appreciate every outside detail first. 

- You wanted to fall off the face of the Earth.

- He knew how nervous you were and he was enjoying keeping you on the edge of your seat. 

- Finally when he decided to start reading the poem, he kept quiet for longer than you would have liked. 

- He started with a gentle hum.

- ”Oh ma chérie, I can tell that you poured your whole heart into making this présent, but you spelled this wrong” 

- You turned into a tomato as you followed his finger.

- He laughed at your adorable response.

- He put the letter down and intertwined his fingers with yours and tilted your chin up to look at him.

- ”I would still adore your present for eternity, but we can work on your poem writing skills together before that time” 

- With that the bell rings and takes you out of that bubble the two of you were in as he moved away from you.

- ”Better hurry or you'll be later from your first lesson” 

[secondarysefikura]

Modern au where Sephiroth is Cloud’s therapist, at first their sessions are very normal with Sephiroth trying helping Cloud with his issues, and Cloud slowly starting to trust him. However as time goes by Sephiroth begins to form a very dangerous obsession with his client(turns out the therapist has far more issues then the client) wanting him all for himself, and soon starts stalking Cloud both in real life and online. During their session Sephiroth is now trying to alienate Cloud from his loved ones by manipulating him into believing they don’t care about him, that only Sephiroth really cares about him. As their sessions continue Cloud begins to lean more and more on Sephiroth and his lies, until one day after a pretty nasty session that ends with Cloud in tears Sephiroth gives Cloud his personal number, telling him that if Cloud that he’s more then willing to talk about his more outside of their sessions(as long as Cloud keeps it a secret that he gave him his phone number), and if Cloud is comfortable with it he can always come to his home for a session, free of charge.

I've never watched Hannibal but I am pretty sure that what happens between Hannibal and Will, at least to a certain degree. Makes me wonder if there are Hannibal au sefikura fics. There has to be, right? There is no way there isn't.

Anywho, I super duper LOVE this idea. What if at first, Sephiroth began somewhat stalking Cloud in order to better 'help' him. Maybe Cloud has issues with his memory and with how he perceives and interprets things. He often unintentionally lies to Sephiroth about things that have happened because he genuinely believes certain things to be true. Sorta like how Cloud accidently lies about being a Solider in the main game because he has Zack's memories.

So Sephiroth starts to check Cloud's social media (which is pretty empty, so then he starts checking the social media of Cloud's friends. He checks to see any photos that show Cloud in the background so he can try to make sense of what Cloud actually does between session.) He occasionally will go to where Cloud says he works or visit the places he knows Cloud plans to visit so he can just observe Cloud from afar. It's all with the best intentions, even if he is absolutely breaking several boundaries.

With time he gets more obsessive about monitoring Cloud. He knows where he lives due to having access to Cloud's records and he starts to follow Cloud home. Perhaps he even rents an apartment in the same building that Cloud lives in (or a nearby building) that he begins to stay in from time to time. Of course he disguses himself anytime he goes there to ensure Cloud won't recognize him! He wouldn't want to scare poor, dear, Cloud.

When Cloud goes to the bathroom during one of their sessions, Sephiroth quickly gets photos/makes a sketch of Cloud's key so he can create a copy. Sephiroth later buys hidden cameras and uses his key to break into Cloud's apartment and install them.

At some point Sephiroth stops thinking that he is doing all this to 'help' Cloud and instead becomes convinced that he and Cloud are soulmates or that their fates intertwine. He sees their appointments as dates and believes them to be dating/in love. When Cloud mentions that he recently started dating his friend Zack, Sephiroth is secretly enraged. How dare this Zack fellow get between him and Cloud, and how dare Cloud cheat on him?

No no, Cloud wouldn't do that. Clearly the reason he is mentioning Zack during one of their dates is because he is crying out for help. Yes, that's it. Cloud is being forced into dating Zack and he is asking Sephiroth for help. Sephiroth will have to do something....

[p1eceofpie]

Bangchan - cafe

Summary: You’re doing some promo ads for your business’ socials using your laptop, in a crowded cafe - a man in a mask asks if he can share your table while he works too. You smile and nod, it’s harmless..right?

Warnings: no smut…yet..!

Genre: strangers to hookup? (smut in part 2 😉)

Part 1

You open the familiar door to Nomi’s, your go-to cafe since you moved to Australia, as it’s just around the corner from your apartment. The bell rings and the atmosphere envelopes you, the scent of cinnamon buns and coffee making your stomach rumble while your ears fought to adjust to the chatter around you. There was literally only one table free - so you dashed to put your laptop and notepad on it before joining the lengthening queue. As you watched the couples and other people working with various headphones in, you recited your order in your head: Iced caramel latte - extra caramel. Simple, right? You were conscious of what to order as you could practically see the sweat dripping off of the barista’s faces due to how busy it was.

Your reached the front of the queue and repeated your usual order.

“Could I get a large iced caramel latte, but with an extra pump of caramel syrup please?” you smiled warmly

The barista responded, “Of course! Can I get your name for the order? You can have a seat and we’ll call it out when it’s ready.”

“Its Y/N”

“Would you be able to spell that out for me?” The girl asked as she wrote it down on a cup

You obliged, thanking her before paying and going to sit at your table, which you had previously claimed with your things. You may have got a few dirty looks from people in the queue eyeing up your table, but it was worth it for a comfy seat.

You pulled your laptop out, and opened your notebook where you jotted down sketches and ideas for your promo. You ran a jewellery business on the high street, and you alongside a good friend - Maisie - ran the Instagram and TikTok page for the shop, she took care of the filming, while you focused on the creative ideas and designed digital posters. You pulled up your shop website and before you could get started, the barista called out your name.

“Y/N?”

Pushing your laptop down slightly, you hurriedly went up to get your coffee, not wanting to waste their time.

“Thank you so much!”

You smiled before returning to your seat and taking a much needed sip, sighing in pleasure at the taste.

“Uhm.. excuse me?” A man in a mask stood infront of you, bending down slightly.

“Is this seat taken? If not would I be able to share your table, I wont be a bother I’m just here to get some work done.”

Although the mask covered his mouth, you could tell he was smiling by the way his cheeks made his eyes appear smaller, you responded quickly, thinking nothing of it.

“Thank you so much! I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get a table in here.”

He laughed slightly before doing the same as you, leaving his laptop while he went to queue. Great minds think alike I guess. While he was waiting, you got a good look at him, he looked about your age from what you could see with the mask on, and he was actually quite tall. Closer to average height, but for a girl like you he was tall. His hair was well-groomed, fluffy almost, and he was dressed in black joggers with a black t-shirt, slightly cropped.

You turned your attention back to your website and continued sketching in your notebook, occasionally shooting Maisie a message with a new idea. The man came back with his drink, and opened his laptop. You noticed he had a backpack too, which he pulled some headphones out of, plugging them into his laptop and putting them on.

Time passed, and occasionally he would sigh in annoyance and heavily press keys on the keypad, alternatively, sometimes he would tap his finger on his cup to a beat you assumed was in his headphones, and nod approvingly. After half an hour or so, your favourite song came through the speakers of the cafe, you glanced up at him to check he still had his headphones on as to not bother him while you absent-mindedly hummed along. What you didn’t notice was that one of his headphones was pushed back, not over his ear fully so he could hear if anyone was trying to get his attention.

At this point in time, he was in the phase of sighing in frustration as he put his head in his hands, and you were quietly humming along to the song. While you were humming, the wifi cut out briefly, causing your website to lag as you tried to adjust something. This pulled a sigh from you in-between your humming. The man’s head slowly lifted from his hands as his eyes shot up to you. That specific sound, was exactly what he was missing.

He pulled his headphones off “Uh- hey, sorry this sounds so weird but..” he sighed before continuing “look, I’m a producer and, what you just did, is exactly what this song needs.”

He quickly turned his laptop around to reveal a jumble of loops and sound clips layered on an app you weren’t at all familiar with.

He laughed slightly “I am well aware that this is extremely uncalled for, but your humming was really nice, and the sigh before you started humming again, if I added some reverb and put it above the track- I mean.. it would be perfect!”

You could tell he was smiling again, although it looked more lopsided, probably due to the fact that he was a total stranger telling you how perfect something you did, without a thought, would be for a song.

You looked up at him and back down to his computer.

“Uhh.. I don’t know anything about recording, but surely there’s already a clip of someone doing exactly what I just did?”

“I haven’t really looked, because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to add to the song, but after hearing you, I can literally envision the song with it.”

His eyebrows raised, he looked sincere, really.

“Can I.. listen?” You pointed to his headphones on the table

He perked up a bit “Yeah, sure!”

Passing you the headphones, your fingers brushed his briefly, and you noticed how warm he felt. You paused before taking them and adjusting each side slightly to fit your head, putting them on. You looked up at him and nodded, he pressed play.

The track so far was only a minute and a half, but it had a dark vibe to it, you could almost hear what he meant about your humming with the sigh.. it would sound nice. When he pressed pause at the end, you took the headphones off.

“Its good, I couldn’t tell if you were serious at first, but it sounds good” you smiled

You could see him breathe a sigh of relief “Thank you.”

“So what happens if I agree for you to use a clip of my voice…Chris?” You asked, looking down at the name on his cup, and curious as to where this would go.

“Well, first you would have to sign an NDA, to keep the track a secret until its released.. but we should probably start with introductions. I’m Chris, as you’ve realised,” He chuckled

“..but I can tell you more about myself when we aren’t in public, thats why I’m wearing a mask, I’m pretty recognisable, but I’m glad you don’t seem to know me.”

He brushed his hair out of his face, letting you see him better, although you didn’t recognise him anyway.

“Right, I’m Y/N, its nice to meet you!”

You put your hand out, and he mirrored you, shaking your hand.

A ping came from his phone, his eyes dropped down to read the message.

“Shit, I’ve gotta go, I really want your voice on this track though.” His hand dug through his backpack before pulling out a little card.

“Here..” He passed it to you, “..this is my business number, I’m afraid I can’t give you my personal number until we arrange a contract, but text me as soon as you can, I’ll sort out a meeting”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before he closed his laptop and grabbed his bag, leaving abruptly.

You looked down at the card.. JYP? You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.. who’s that..?

—

When you got home, you pulled out the card again, lying on your bed in your pyjamas. You copied the number as you typed it into your contacts along with a contact name you saw fit.

Producer man (Chris)

- Hey, is this the guy from the cafe?

Ah, I was hoping you would text! It’s Y/N, right?

- Yep! Thats me :) - Sooo I have no clue how this is supposed - to go, you said something about meeting - and a contract?

Yeah, are you free next Saturday around 12? You can come to mine, theres some people working on the track too you should meet, It’s super casual, don’t worry!

- Okay, I should be, can you send me - the address?

Sure!

—

You woke up on Saturday morning, checking your phone. It was 9:46, you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and having a shower you finally felt awake. You got changed into your favourite Bershka denim shorts and a pink strap top that dipped just low enough, after all, he said it was just casual.

You had a sesame bagel with some cream cheese for breakfast before scrolling on your phone until you had to leave. You slipped your crocs on at the door and picked up your keys, locking the door behind you and getting into the car, plugging in the address he sent you.

It didn’t take too long to get to his house, about 15 minutes or so. You got out of the car and walked up the neat path to the door, knocking 3 times, you stood back. Admiring the building and front garden.

The door clicked open and you blinked, he wasn’t wearing a mask this time. He had a strong face shape, a big nose and a natural pout to his lips, he was pretty, you couldn’t deny that.

“Hey! Y/N, how are you?”

“I’m good thanks!”

You smiled before noticing the two men behind him, tilting your head slightly.

“Oh yeah, come in! I’ll introduce you.”

He stepped to the side, holding the door open for her.

You walked in, taking your crocs off at the door and leaving them with the other shoes. Looking around, you smiled at the other men, your eyes dragged over their bodies, you couldn’t help it. One of them was wearing a tank top with extremely visible muscles… a quiet sniffing at your feet brought you back. You looked down.

“Oh, thats Berry!” Chris smiled “She loves people, she’ll be obsessed with you in no time.”

You crouched down, distracted by the little furball at your feet, you held your hand out to let her smell you.

“Berry’s such a cute name, hi Berry!” You cooed.

“Yeah, I named her when I was younger, this is my parents house, we’re just visiting Australia for a break.”

“Oh, are you guys all in a band or something?”

The men laughed lightly, along with Chris.

“Something like that” The man the other side of you responded

You stood back up, looking at him.

“Oh yeah, what are your names?” You asked.

Chris spoke up “Okay, so thats Jisung, Han Jisung”

He pointed to the man that just spoke, who gave you a little wave.

He then pointed to the other man, the extremely muscular one.

“And Seo Changbin.”

“Okay so, Chris, Jisung, and Changbin.”

You pointed at each of them as you said their names.

“Where are you guys from? You don’t often hear names like that in Australia.”

“We’re Korean.” Changbin smiled.

“Im half Aussie though.” Chris added.

“Rightt that makes sense.”

“Okay, should we get started? The boys will stay here while we record, and we can write the NDA after recording, I trust you to not leak the track in the hour or so before.”

He laughed before beckoning for you to follow him, he led you to a recording studio.

“Wow, I don’t think i’ve ever been in one of these, let alone one in someones house!”

“Yeah, I was pursuing this career from a veryy young age, so my parents put their heart and soul into helping me, they’re the best.”

“Seems like it.” You smiled.

“You remember what you did in the cafe right?”

He sat at the desk with the computer infront of him, connecting all sorts of wires and cables.

“Yeah, close enough.”

“Okay, I’ll mimic what I want you to do, and you do the same thing, sound good?”

His smile was comforting, and you nodded, opening the door to the room with the microphone.

He gestured through the glass how to turn the microphone on before pressing a button on his side so you could hear him.

He mimicked the exact sound you made in the cafe, and, as odd as this was, you obliged and cleared your throat. Standing closer to the microphone, you did it. hummed a tune, and sighed inbetween. It was so simple, and yet your heart started to race, seeking his approval. You watched him press some buttons and play the recording on top of the track. His adams apple bobbed as he nodded along. Your eyes followed the movement, drinking in how he looked when he was focused.

Hang on, what were you thinking? This guy is a complete stranger and you came to his house without a second thought! What if he tries something..?

Well, he does look really good.. sooo…

Anyway, you pull yourself out of your thoughts as his voice sounds into the room.

“Can we try that again? A bit breathier this time.”

You nodded and he pressed play.

You bit your lip before you hummed, this time, you practically moaned into the mic before you could even stop yourself.

What the fuck?

Where was your self control?

-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes darted to his, as you fiddled with the seam at the bottom of your top.

“...Yeah?”

“Come listen to this.”

Your feet moved before you could think, and you were beside him now. He stood up, turning the chair towards you. You sat.

His arm reached over you to grab the headphones. You could smell his cologne.

“Here.”

He handed you the headphones, and you put them on, your breath hitching as you nodded for him to press play.

-

It sounded good.

Really good.

You were literally listening to yourself moan. He had layered it perfectly. It bounced between each ear of the headphones. It was repeated. It was obsessing.

He pulled the headphones off of your head after he hit pause. You could feel his breath on your shoulder while he was leant over you. His forearms were huge. Your heart was racing.

The air had shifted.

“…Y/N.”

You look up at him, he’s smiling softly.

“You sound perfect. Its exactly what the song needed.”

He gently spun the chair around, so you were now facing him.

His smile faded slowly.

He blinked as his eyes filled with something different.. something… needier..?

“It’s exactly what I needed..”

“Chris…”

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sam says 4 (game master cinematic universe, part 3)

Ruby was at her mum's for a family dinner she couldn't miss on pain of death, apparently, and the Doctor was many things, but a family dinner kind of guy wasn't one of them—particularly when Carla had already slapped him once in the short time he'd known her. He thought he'd broken his streak of bad luck with mums, but… well, seemingly not. So he was companionless for a few hours, and while he could wait for her to get back, maybe catch up on his reading—what was the point of waiting when you had a time machine? 

He ran his hands over the TARDIS console, marvelling at her clean lines and metallic flourishes, the way that even now she felt brand new but familiar, and paused. He’d just pop off for a quick adventure, nothing too dangerous, but—where to go?

He could scan for a distress call nearby, and pitch in to help. He could drop in on Donna and Shaun and Rose, beautiful Rose, and see how they were all doing. Or he could just hit the randomiser button, and jump in feet first wherever he ended up.

He remembered a conversation from a long time ago, when he wore a different face, and his gorgeous TARDIS wore a face too, for the first and only time.

“You didn't always take me where I wanted to go.”

“No, but I always took you where you needed to go.”

He grinned. Who could resist an offer like that? He pressed the button and whooped as the time rotor spun into action, ready to see where the universe would take him.

---

Apparently, he was needed pretty close to where he already was. Earth, 2024. Huh. Same planet, same time—within a few months of where he’d left Ruby, even. The main thing that had changed was the location: he was now in the good old US of A. California, to be more specific, and Los Angeles to be more specific still. And to really narrow it down, the Doctor discovered as he poked his head out of the TARDIS doors, he was in… a broom closet. Not bad, as a parking spot—a bit squeezy, but out of the way. And as he poked his head out of that door, he could finally see he was in the backstage corridors of a studio of some kind. Film or TV, if he was to hazard a guess, it was a different vibe from Abbey Road.

With a shrug, he decided to go exploring.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before a young woman wearing the full-black outfit, headset, and permanently stressed expression of a production assistant came running up to him.

“Are you the fill-in Sam organised?” she asked breathlessly, and honestly, seeing the look on her face, the Doctor didn’t have the heart(s) to tell her no. And really, what was the Doctor, if not a professional fill-in? This, this was why he had a randomiser button on the control panel, because whatever he was about to get himself into was going to be fun.

“Sure!”

“Oh, thank god,” sighed the production assistant, relief dawning across her face. “When Ally tested positive this morning, I thought we were sunk for the record, because we called around and we couldn’t get a hold of anyone. But then Sam said he could get someone in, and, you know, here you are, and just in time, so—ah, yeah, if you could follow me this way?”

Smiling all the way, the Doctor followed his guide through to hair and makeup, looking around as they went. The studio seemed to belong to a company called Dropout, according to the branding scattered around, and things seemed, at least on the surface, to be… well. Fine. He couldn't tell why he'd been brought here yet, which meant that when he found the reason, it was going to be particularly tangled. He couldn't wait! 

And then he looked back at his guide, still engulfed in a miasma of anxiety, and realised he'd been too busy looking for clues to notice the person right in front of him. 

“Hey, it's cool, you've found me,” he started with a gentle smile. “You can relax. Hi, I'm the Doctor. What's your name?”

“Oh!” she said, startled. “The Doctor, yeah, of course. Um, hi, I'm Kaylin. Look, sorry, it's just that I've been so busy this morning, I'm so distracted… Shit, and I would've completely forgotten to get your details too. There's paperwork to fill in, but you can do that later. Um, just for now, though, can I get your pronouns?”

The Doctor thought for a moment. “He/him, for now.”

Kaylin nodded, making a note on her phone. “Okay, cool! And do you have any socials?”

“Not me, babes,” he replied. “I'm hardly sitting down long enough to be able to update, you know?”

“On a day like this, I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “That's okay, Lou didn't have socials either for the longest time. Right, so if you go through there, the team will get you sorted, and once you're done, someone will take you up to the greenroom. All good?”

“All great,” the Doctor replied. Kaylin flashed him a quick, relieved smile, then hurried off.

Hair and makeup was a fairly quick process, the sound mixer fitted him with a microphone, and before too long, Kaylin was back to take him upstairs. 

“This is the greenroom,” she said, pushing the door open. “The rest of the cast for the episode are already here—they’re great guys, and they’ve both been on the show a lot, so they’ll be able to help if you’ve got questions. And if you need anything else, just come find me or any of the other PAs, okay?”

The Doctor nodded, beamed at Kaylin, and walked in.

---

The greenroom was small but comfortable, and its occupants, two men around the same age as the Doctor appeared, looked up as he entered.

“Oh, you’re new,” the taller of the pair said, clearly giving him the once-over.

The other sighed with a mixture of fondness and exasperation, just as clearly used to his friend’s antics.

“Hey, I’m Brennan,” he said, levering himself up to standing from his perch on a chair arm, and holding out a hand. “That’s Grant.”

The Doctor took it warmly. “The Doctor. Just passing through, and happy to help.”

Grant’s eyebrows quirked. “Doctor… something?” he prompted.

“Or is it just ‘the Doctor’?” Brennan asked.

“Just ‘the Doctor’,” the Time Lord confirmed cheerfully. “You’ll get used to it, everyone does.”

Grant didn’t look convinced, but—

“Copy that,” Brennan shrugged, and settled back on the arm of the chair, returning his gaze to the door.

Grant, in turn, looked at the Doctor and rolled his eyes in a clear expression of ‘no, I don’t know why he’s like this, either’.

“Okay,” the Doctor said after a moment of watching the watching. “I wasn’t going to ask, but now I think I have to. What’s up with the door?”

Brennan huffed a laugh. “Well, the last time there was one of those up—” he pointed to the Out of Order sign stuck to the bathroom door, “—we got locked in here for the game.”

“He’s paranoid,” Grant interjected.

“Well, yeah, maybe,” Brennan retorted. “Or just cautious. Because Sam’s been acting weird lately, and we’re coming up to the last few records of the season, so he’s probably planning something way out of the box for the finale. And the original cast was you, me and Beardsley, so…”

He shrugged one shoulder meaningfully, and Grant nodded, conceding both the point and the potential for chaos.

“So if Sam comes in to give us the briefing, rather than waiting til we’re on set,” Brennan continued, “or there’s anything else weird going on, I’m gonna know about it right from the beginning.”

He turned to the Doctor. “The only reason I'm not quizzing you is because I know for a fact Beardsley was genuinely scheduled for this, so you can't be a plant by the production team. No offence.”

“None taken,” the Doctor smiled. “That sort of thing happen often, does it?”

Grant and Brennan exchanged a look. 

“More than you'd think,” Grant answered with a grimace. 

“Alright,” the Doctor said slowly, then brightened. “So what is it we're actually doing?”

Grant gave him a disbelieving glance. “You don't know—?”

“Very last minute fill-in,” the Doctor said breezily. “But don't worry, I'm a quick study.”

“Well, you're not that much worse off than the rest of us,” Brennan said encouragingly. “You know about Game Changer, obviously, if you know Sam, and we only find out the rules of the game once we get on set. Hopefully,” he added, with a dark look back at the Out of Order sign. 

The Doctor nodded. No, he didn't know Sam, and he didn't know Game Changer, but he could work out the situation from context clues. This was a game show. And with the Toymaker banished, and Satellite Five not coming into existence for another 198000 years, give or take, he found himself smiling. Maybe third time would be the charm. 

“Mmm, hopefully they aren't going to throw you in the deep end,” Grant said. “Because Brennan might seem lovely now, but as soon as we get out there, he's a whore for points. He'll stab you in the back and won't even blink.”

Brennan barked with laughter. “Yeah, and you wouldn't?”

“Excuse you, I'm always a goddamn delight,” Grant replied, the very picture of injured dignity. 

“Oh, absolutely!” agreed a new voice. The Doctor turned to the now-open door to see a bearded man in a pinstriped suit smiling broadly. “That's why we keep inviting you back!”

Grant bowed sarcastically. “Why, thank you, Sam. Good to know I'm appreciated by someone here.”

“Always,” Sam replied, gently but firmly ending that particular path of the conversation. He scanned the room, and his eyes lit up when they landed on the Doctor. 

“Ah, you must be the Doctor!” he said with obvious delight, walking over with his hand outstretched. “I'm Sam—thanks for filling in for us, you've made sure we're going to have a good show. Seriously, it's a pleasure to have you here.”

“Aw, cheers!” the Doctor smiled, shaking the offered hand. “Glad I could help out, I'm really looking forward to this!”

“Well, great!” Sam exclaimed, then took a step back, regarding all three players in turn. “Now, folks, I'm just letting you know that we're just about ready to start the record, so if you can start heading down, that'd be great.”

Grant and Brennan nodded—Brennan, the Doctor noticed, with relief. 

“See you down there,” Sam said, smiling. “Have a great show, and—”

His eyes caught on the Doctor's for a second, twinkling. 

“Good luck.”

---

Backstage, the Doctor, Brennan and Grant were marshalled into podium order and given a final briefing from the crew. And then, with a thumbs-up from Kaylin, that was it.

Showtime.

“Get ready for a Game Changer!” came Sam's voice from onstage. “Tonight’s guests: he can shoot off a monologue with laser accuracy; it’s Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

Brennan, his back to the camera as the curtains opened, spun on his heel and, with a stone-cold expression, pointed finger guns straight down the barrel, before letting the facade crack open. “Hi!” he exclaimed, and walked over to the leftmost podium.

“It’s his first appearance, but he’s already on fire; it’s the Doctor!”

The Doctor leant against the archway to the stage and flashed a broad smile towards the camera, then in a few skipping steps, had bounded over to the next free podium. What the hell, why not make an entrance?

“And even in the toughest of mazes, you’ll always be able to find him; it’s Grant O’Brien!”

Grant dipped his lanky frame into an approximation of a curtsey, spreading his arms wide, then sauntered over to the closest podium with a grin.

“And your host, me!” Sam announced, a ring of manic white showing around his irises as he beamed down the barrel of the camera. “I’ve been here the whole time!”

“This,” he continued, pushing his microphone shut and stowing it in his jacket pocket, “is Game Changer, the only game show where the game changes every show. I am your host, Sam Reich!” 

As he said his name, he looked at his hands, front and back, as if he was pleasantly surprised to be himself, then gestured towards the three podiums.

“I am joined today by these three lovely contestants! Now, you understand how the game works.”

“Of course not,” Grant started. “You know we don't.”

“We can't, Sam, that's the whole point of the theatre you've set up here,” Brennan said over him. 

“Not yet,” was all the Doctor said, anticipation starting to drum a tattoo of excitement against the inside of his ribcage. 

“That’s right!” Sam said brightly, shooting finger guns at the camera. “Our players have no idea what game it is they’re about to play. The only way to learn is by playing. The only way to win is by learning, and the only way to begin is by beginning! So without further ado, let’s begin by giving each of our players fifty points.”

The Doctor, biding his time, watched the reactions of his fellow contestants. Grant looked at the front of his podium, checking the point total, and nodding approvingly when he saw that yes, it was sitting at a round fifty. Brennan, on the other hand, was starting to frown.

“Players, Sam says: touch your nose,” Sam began, and Brennan sighed the sigh of someone who wasn’t happy to be proved right.

“Oh, no,” he groaned. “Oh, you son of a bitch. Wasn’t one this season enough?”

He touched his nose anyway, as did the others, and Sam smiled encouragingly. “Sam says: touch your ear.”

When they all did, Sam nodded. “Touch your other ear.”

Everybody held still, fingers on the ears they had originally touched.

Sam beamed. “Easy, players, right?”

“You say that now,” Brennan said darkly. “Which makes it worse, because all you're doing is setting us up for failure.”

Sam gasped, pretending offence. “Would I do that?”

“Yes,” Brennan and Grant replied in unison, which drew a grin from the Doctor and set Sam off chuckling.

“And I'm not having it,” Brennan continued, leaning his elbows against his podium and pointing at Sam with the hand not touching his ear. “You better watch yourself, because I know how this game works, and you're not going to get one over on me.”

“Strong words, Brennan!” Sam said, clearly delighted by this response. “Okay, then, let's start making things a bit more interesting!”

The game continued as per Sam Says usual, some rounds done as a group and some individual. Points were won, sure, but lost slightly more frequently, and even the Doctor found he was having to concentrate to avoid getting caught in the host's traps. 

It was fun. Genuinely, it was like playing a game with friends, and the Doctor felt himself leaning into it. There wasn't any sign of danger—maybe there wasn't a mystery to solve at all, and the TARDIS just decided he needed a total break. 

Well, probably not. But the way things were going, he was able to let himself hope. 

“Alright, players,” Sam said a good few rounds in, just as pleasantly as he would start any other question, and the screen behind him dinged as a new prompt popped up. “Survive the death beam.”

For a second, everything was frozen perfectly still. 

And then came the crash, the explosive noise of heavy machinery moving relentlessly through a drywall set.

The Doctor was already moving. “Everyone down!”

“Duck!” Brennan yelled at the same time.

The two of them hit the ground within milliseconds of each other, but Grant was still paralysed in the face of the giant, science-fiction type laser cannon that had just ploughed through the wall. 

It whined ominously, screaming its way to fever pitch. And then a sharp pain in Grant’s ankle made him stagger, pitching forwards onto the carpet behind the podiums as the Doctor rolled away to avoid getting pinned.

“Sorry, babes,” the Doctor whispered. “But it was either kick you to get you down, or—”

A hideous metallic screech ripped through the air, and all three of them could feel the crackle of ozone as a beam of energy swept across what had, moments ago, been neck height.

“…Or that,” the Doctor finished with a grimace.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Grant breathed, suddenly very conscious of every inch of his 6’9 frame. “Thanks.”

“Well done, players!” Sam exclaimed delightedly from above them. “But… sorry, I didn’t say ‘Sam says’, so that’s a point off for everyone.”

“What the fuck!” Brennan snapped.

“Are you actually insane?” Grant demanded at the same time, his voice overlapping with Brennan’s.

In response, Sam just wheezed with laughter. “You can come back to your podiums,” he said, cheerfully ignoring them.

Nobody moved.

“Very good!” he acknowledged, and even without seeing his face, the grin was obvious in his voice. “Okay, Sam says: come back to your podiums.”

Although the words were innocuous, and his tone was just as light and breezy as usual, there was nevertheless an edge hiding just underneath the surface. And while the death beam loomed large in the minds of all three players, it was impossible to consider disobedience as an option.

Slowly, they stood, returning to their places. Now they had the time to look at it properly, the death beam was even more sinister, and Brennan and Grant both kept flicking nervous glances its way, ready to move if it looked like it was charging up again.

The Doctor, however, was focused purely on the man standing in front of them. Unbothered, Sam met his gaze like a challenge, a mischievous smile playing about his lips.

“Oh, you’ll love this one,” he said, and the screen changed. “Sam says, starting with Grant: say my name.”

Grant frowned in confusion, but answered quickly nonetheless. “Sam Reich?”

The man himself shrugged tolerantly, moving on. “Brennan?”

Brennan just stared at him coolly. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“Well caught, Brennan!” Sam said happily. “Sam says: say my name.”

“Sam,” Brennan replied, suspicion clear in his voice. “Samuel Dalton Reich.”

He nodded, still with a hint of indifference. “And lastly, Doctor.” His smile broadened. “Sam says: say my name.”

It was easy. Too easy. And as the Doctor looked into the eyes of the man calling himself Sam Reich, he felt his hearts stutter in recognition, because something had changed. He wasn’t hiding himself anymore, and while the face was different yet again, the Doctor would know the shape of that soul anywhere. It was impossible. It was inevitable.

“You can’t be,” he breathed. 

Sam smirked, leaning in across his podium. “Oh, but Doctor… I’ve been here the whole time,” he stage-whispered with a wink.

“He said you lost,” the Doctor said, shaking his head, looking wrong-footed for the first time that Brennan and Grant could recall. “You lost, and he trapped you.”

The other two watched, uncomprehending, but Sam just smiled, drumming his fingers against the podium with an audible beat, fast but distinct. Four taps, four taps, four taps. “I’m waiting.”

The Doctor took a slow, deep breath. Set his jaw. 

“Master.”

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Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

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"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

— 

When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[fatedroses]

He has, in fact, not had his coffee yet.

[sahsukay]

in my fix-it everybody lived alternate universe kakashi is that girl on r/aitah whos training her boyfriend like a shelter dog

[xxplastic-cubexx]

idec anymore. sending this out into the wild

[untalentedace]

Very rough comic thingie on something that never gets talked about! (in the way I view it at least.)

I hear a lot of people talk about the SA in the show, some of which used for gags. But I've only seen it talked about with the girl characters. Yagi gets mobbed by fangirls in the movie and kissed, unknown if consensual or not? (I see it as SA personally) Only heard it talked about three times in the past 4 years I've been in this fandom! I feel like if he were younger and not a guy, it'd probably be brought up more, considering other sa gags in the series get brought up.

Sure he's been seen letting people touch him in the first few episodes, but still, I'm giving the gag a more serious thought. I'd imagine that after having it happen for so long, he'd be more used to it and allow the touches (whilst feeling discomfort inside), which... Doesn't make it right. This is for me and the... 3 others who think of this scene in a more negative way, aha 😅