stobotnik

clueless

hihihihi sorry im like trash at writing but bare w me pls fanks <33

im updsting and its not letting me publish certain shits my wattpad is so drunk rn bare w me lob u bestie

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I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes. I felt a soft leather accompanying me. It was.. Stone's blazer? It felt like I've been resting for decades, I felt.. good. Okay. Fine. I saw on the end table that there was a latte in a coffee cup. A sticky note was on it, reading "Stone was here <3" I felt my face turning a shade pink, looking at the doodle. I got up, sitting on the edge of the bed. I grabbed the beverage, sipping it ever so slightly. This is one of the best lattes I've ever had. I hate Stone.

"Sir! Your awake!" Stone sat next to me, putting one hand on my shoulder lightly that I barely feel it. "Are you feeling better?" I hate how Stone checks up on me like I am a dimwitted child. "I can take care of myself, thank you so much. Just shut up and sit next to me, will you?" I demanded. I do not give a damn about Stone. But I do with his lattes.

I looked at my watch. 9:13. What's better than an early morning caffeine beverage? Nothing. Nobody. Maybe Stone, but he is exceptional! I think. Yes, he is. I am always right. Always. Stone looked at his shoes and quietly fiddled with his fingers. He is a small pebble boy, and always will be.

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stone pov >:D

My heart was fluttering of how close I was to the Doctor. I dozed off a lot, while he was talking about the calculation and advantage of his latest innovation and actually start crafting it by using the blueprint. Something like that, but more detailed. He stood up, making dramatic scenarios of how it should work but making it theatrical at the same time. It reminds me of when I was first hired here, working with him.

He had always a different or similar to a dramatic entrance, dialogue, and so on. I found it lovely since that's how he secretly expresses himself through work. Other than that, it's constant yelling, screaming, and taking his anger out on me or other nearby agents. It's mostly taking his anger out, other than that he's just stressed and grumpy. I always stay by his side, since it's my job. It gives me a tad trauma when he takes his anger out, moreover, taking it out on me. Even though I've had bad problems with the Doctor, I still feel this odd emotion for him that makes my heart race. My anxiety running. My breathing slows. My eyes lock in with his.

"Come on, Stone, we have little to too much work to be done!" He sounded like an awful, excited child. I love that part about him, where he lets his excitedness take over him. It's a common to rare thing to find in the Doctor. "Yes, sir." I caught up with him, staying close. He explained common things that should and or could be adjusted. He wouldn't stop talking. It was annoying. But funny, and a bit heartwarming. I blushed while looking at his side profile. He looked mad pretty.

"Aaah, Sto- Stone?" I snapped out of that thought and put my attention directly to him face to face? "Y-yes sir? Sorry." I was scared for my life. He picks up things immediately. The doctor does have a 300 IQ for a reason. "What are you waiting for, a chariot? Quick, little damsel, we have work to do!" I exhaled heavily, but gently. "Sorry, Sir. Right away." I immediately got to work, giving the best impression possible. I walked straight as I could, attempting to exit the manor but just a strong pull almost ripped my blazer, turned my whole body and was face to face with the Doctor. My anxiety got worse and was traumatized. His head was down. His grip got tight. I was shaking severely. He quietly looked up, giving me a death glare.

. . . .

He burst out laughing. He loosened his grip, his hand still on my shoulder. I think he almost cried out of laughter. He wheezed for a moment. "I..." I couldn't speak. I was stunned. "Ohhh, geez Stone, I got you well. I got you... aaah," he wiped a fake tear off under his eye. He chuckled, putting his arm around me and dusting my blazer off. "I.. I'm sorry Stone, but you should've seen your pathetic face! I couldn't, I- I just had to give you a scare. He ruffled my slightly gelled hair, his arm still swung by my side. I blushed out of embarrassment. I felt my pores tighten. I just know it too much.

I love this man.

The Doctor attempted to breathe, despite his tease that was still making him giggle a bit. It was amusing when he's happy. Or, I am a huge pushover to him. I won't admit that's not true, but I don't infer it should be used to tease me if you are not the Doctor. "Back to business, uhh, Stone! Please . . ." He started talking and gloating again, and I actually went back to work, with the perfect impression.

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ivos pov <33

His face was so cute. I couldn't, he was terrified. I stopped immediately from when he was shaking. I couldn't bear to see Stone suffer. He was too innocent and sweet. I have never admitted that to Stone, I don't think I ever will. I'd break character. Lose impression. That is a risk I do not plan on taking. Although I may be icy cold at times, everyone has a tender, soft part in them. Even if they don't want to admit it.

While Stone was gone, I tried to snap out of those warm thoughts and jot down notes and setting up a blueprint paper. Something was bothering my head. I couldn't focus at all. It was all just... Stone. Stone? Why was it all Stone? Stone entered the room, asking for material I requested. "Agent," He met my distracted eyes. "Fetch me a handful gallon of water. I can't stop thinking about you." I mumbled the last part, doubting that he could hear me. At least, I hope he hadn't. He didn't need to know what I thought of him. Moreover, the deeper feelings in my icy heart for him.