"Doctor's Date" by SexyDoctor 2021 (Bandfic PG-13)

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Title: Doctor's Date
Author: SexyDoctor 2021
Warnings: The Doctor has a ~special~ night

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It was raining like the sky was crying over the injustice of it all. The day would be a bad one, but Flowers Over Bones incredibly handsome cello (it's a cello omg people!) musician Doctor didn't care. He was a doctor of love, and he had a very special and wonderful date. He was dressed in the finest suit from Georgilo Armanist, deep blue that looked like underwater sapphires. His shoes were shined, and the water seemed to avoid them completely like magic. A perfect Adonis flower is pinned to his lapel, not a single withered petal in sight, but it a real flower not a fake one. It his hand was a bouquet of flowers with lots more Adonis because really what else would he have and blood red roses to show his devoted love to his special lady. He could already see her waiting back in his room, waiting for him. Her curves would be laid bare for his fingers to explore and caress, silloutted by the light of a really expensive light. They would spend the entire night together up until the break of the morning sun. He rushed downt he street unable to wait and fullfill the desire growing within his soul. Doctor reached Virgo Entertainment's lofty heaquarters and looked up, wishing he could fly up the to the balcony where his special lady waited.He didn't stop to greet anyone in the lobby. If there was anyone there, he didn't notice them. The elevator up felt so painstakingly slow that the Doctor thought his heart would break before reaching his destination. But no! He held tight onto his bouquet of flowers and his love for his woman. He nearly broke down the front door and then the door to his room. "These are for you!" the Doctor proclaimed loudly. "You are my only TRUE LUV!" He reached over and grabbed he beloved cello and ran his hand over her wooden body. "Let us sing together until dawn, my love!" And then he did magic with his fingers, and it was great.

The end.

(lol Doctor x Cello OTP fight me!)

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[[ OOC: Format and errors intentional. I am sorry. ]]

Comments

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[ Doctor remains oblivious to the existence of this fic for the time being. He's too busy concentrating on music to venture into his fandom's fanart or fanfics. (Then again he likely wouldn't go there even if he had the time.) The only way he'll see this is if someone forwards it to him and makes the link sound worth his while. ]

here to serve

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · Nov ?? @doctortuning Ever tried googling yourself? Go for keywords "Doctor perfect cello magic" and click the first result. #thisisagame #reportyourfindings

[trustme]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou I'm not sure I should be doing this over Twitter. It is the internet after all. #lookawaykids

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning It's already on the Internet, don't worry.

[trustme]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou Fair point. Results in a moment. #stilljustincase #lookwaykids

[ And sure enough... ]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou What in the world? #searchresultsgame

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou I am at a loss for words. http://www.fanfix.com/F/23456... #searchresultsgame

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning What. You're telling me it's not true? #heartbroken

[ brb laughing his ass off in here ]

[trustme]

[ So embarrassing. ]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou Sorry to disappoint you and that fan but my relationship with my cello is purely platonic.

im sorry

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning That so? He sure spends a lot of time between your legs.

[trustme]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou So does yours. #scandalous

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning So does my hand. Not denying anything.

[ god help me ]

[trustme]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou No. Squalo please! You're tweeting that to the entire world!

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning That's fine, the entire world's in the same boat. Worse off, actually.

[trustme]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou I don't think your manager is going to be very happy when they read that.

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning I don't see why he'd care. I'm fucking flawless.

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Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou He might care when people ban MANTICORE because of that tweet.

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning Not gonna happen. People tried banning my band before, it only got me more Youtube views.

[ ...so it's a pattern with him ]

[trustme]

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou I can see how that would happen.

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou Try to keep that subject to yourself next time we tweet.

Doctor @doctortuning @betterthanyou My band isn't meant for that sort of reputation.

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S. Squalo @betterthanyou · @doctortuning too late.

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[ "Here, please give this to the Doctor," says a someone with a hoodie pulled low over their head as they barrel into Ivan, pressing something into his chest. "Make sure he gets it!" Ivan nearly loses his balance as the person runs off. He shudders from head to toe. It's bad enough that he got purposely ran into while his sense of touch is hypersensitive. But to be a messenger too?

It's only when he starts making his way back to the safety of the trailer does he start looking at the crumpled printout that was forced upon him. What in the... Oh. This exists now? ]

Doctor? Are you in here? I think you should see this...

[ Someone has leveled up in the fame department. ]

[trustme]

Yes! Do you need something?

[ He calls to Ivan from where he's seated at the table. As usual the table is covered in sheet music, lyric notes, the portable keyboard, and a bottle of water. ]

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[ Ivan hands over the print out, making sure to hold the edges of the paper to avoid contact with Doctor. ]

A fan gave me this and wanted me to give it to you...

[trustme]

[ Doctor doesn't look up at first as he finishes a line he's writing. ]

What is it? A letter?

[sponsorigami]

Not... exactly...

[ He shakes the paper in his hand, causing it to rustle. ]

It's a story. About you.

[trustme]

Another article? Did they want it signed or...?

[ Wrong type of story Doctor. ]

[sponsorigami]

No, it not like that. She wrote it about you and your... cello.

Just take it, okay?

[ To hell with holding it any longer, Ivan pushes the paper at him and steps away just as quick to hopefully lessen whatever reaction he has to touch. ]

[trustme]

[ Doctor grabs the papers being offered to him and takes a long look at Ivan's expression. ]

You look like you've seen a ghost. What's the matter?

[sponsorigami]

Please read it already. It'll all make sense after you do.

[ Except for why it exists in the first place. ]

[trustme]

All right. [ At last Doctor puts his pencil and notes aside. He leans back in his seat and takes a good look at the paper handed to him. ]

By SexyDoctor2021. Well then. Should I blush?

The Doctor has a special night. Please tell me this story doesn't involve me getting all up in someone else's clothing. Is this one of those- what is it called? Self-insertion fanfics?

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[ This is Ivan leaving the trailer. Doctor's stretched it on long enough, and Ivan is going to try to find some brain bleach. ]

[trustme]

Ivan where are you going? You look like you're in pain. Why don't you sit down?

[ Of all moments for someone to notice Ivan as he slips away it had to be now. ]

[sponsorigami]

[ There's no reply. Ivan simply runs into the crowd, hoping to be lost. He'll have to question him later when it's time to eat dinner. ]

[trustme]

Ivan? Ivan!

[ Doctor jumps up from his seat and yells after him but clearly the young man was desperate to get away. Doctor slowly lowers himself back into his seat and picks up the paper he had been handed. It's difficult to concentrate on reading again when he's still wondering what Ivan took off for. Strange.

A few minutes later it becomes much clearer. ]

WHAT?