#I just wanted to kind of put a little explanation why I seemed to disappear

[hedgehog-moss]

I saw an astronaut walking on the side of the road today, which is the kind of thing my brain will placidly accept at first, only to go "Wait, an astronaut" a minute later once I'm done with my previous train of thought. By then I felt like it might be too late to stop my car, but I ended up stopping anyway because I didn't want to spend the rest of the afternoon wondering.

I waited for the astronaut to catch up with me since they were going in my direction, but they didn't. Eventually I got out of the car and retraced my steps, and after a bend in the road when I saw no one walking towards me I decided the visitor must have gone back to their spacecraft and I would never get an explanation for this—and then in the distance I caught a glimpse of the white space suit disappearing into the forest.

I managed to catch up with them and they turned out to be a distant neighbour of mine (let's call her M.), and what looked like a space suit when I was driving by was a beekeeper's outfit! (Sorry for the pointless suspense but I was taking you on the same little journey my brain went through.) M. was tickled when she learnt that I mistook her for an astronaut—she told me she'd borrowed her husband's too-big shoes which made her drag her feet, hence why she looked like she was having trouble readjusting to Earth's gravity.

Then she said that one of her hives had swarmed, and she was pretty sure she knew where the swarm was. I had no idea how swarming worked so as we walked in the woods she explained that when a hive becomes too crowded, the queen will get replaced by a new one, and the old queen will leave along with half of the bees. After this split, the swarm will cluster somewhere nearby and wait while scout bees fly away in search of a new hive location. "That's when you have to catch them—if you can find the swarm. But here it is!"

I wasn't expecting quite so many bees!! I'm pretty scared of all flying creatures so allow me to pat myself on the back for what came next—I thought I was about to learn how to catch a swarm from a prudent distance, but M. asked if I could give her a hand, seeing as her husband was supposed to be here to help but clearly wasn't.

The first step of catching a swarm was spraying the bees with sugar water, and I was glad not to be asked to help with that, as it seemed like something that could make bees angry. ("On the contrary, it makes them less agitated!" I was told, but that remained to be seen.) Step 2 was pulling on a rope tied to the tree branch in order to lower the swarm into the new hive, and that was the job I was recruited for. The rope was long enough that I could stand several metres away to pull on it, but my role in this swarm-catching business was still all too clear to any angry bee looking for someone to blame.

I remembered reading that bees can sense the electric field of flowers, so I thought there was no way they wouldn't sense the staticky nervousness coming from the rope-puller, but thankfully they completely ignored me.

M. was offering one fun fact about bees after the other, in a very relaxed voice, which was very interesting and very soothing for both me and the bees. She said this particular colony was very sweet ("some bee colonies are meaner than others?" "yes of course"), and that swarming usually happens a bit earlier in the year "but it's been raining so much lately, the bees had to postpone all their activities, just like us" and also "swarming involves quite a bit of planning ahead of time; for example worker bees have to put the queen on a diet so she won't be too fat to fly. Did you know that?" I did not!

Unfortunately our first attempt to catch the swarm failed. The bees entered the hive, had a quick look around their new home, then left in disgust and formed a thick, angry, buzzing cloud over our heads, while I tried to think nothing but bee-loving thoughts to make my electric field harmless and friendly.

Then one after the other all the bees returned to the exact same spot on the branch where we'd first found them. ("Because it smells like the queen" said M.) We examined the near-empty hive and found that a mouse had made a nest in there! She was no longer here but the traces of her passage were evident (some of the comb was very nibbled.)

As we were removing the supplies brought in by the mouse (sticks, hay), M.'s husband joined us and he had brought a spray bottle containing some sort of bee-attracting liquid (pheromones?) (I didn't have a close look at the bottle because I made sure to stay far away from the bee-attracting liquid, while he sprayed it inside the hive.)

He had also brought a white sheet which he spread under the tree, explaining that the bees will want to get away from the bright surface and look for darkness, thus hopefully getting inside the box. Another thing I learnt is that once the queen enters the hive, the nearest worker bees will spread the message by turning round and fluttering their wings to send a chemical signal in specific directions, which will be picked up by other bees farther away; at strategic intervals some bees will light the beacons of Gondor turn round and fan their wings to relay this scent-message until the entire colony is informed of the queen's new location.

We were more successful the second time around! This time the bees who went in didn't immediately get out again to return to their branch. Well I say "we" but I didn't volunteer to pull on the rope again, so I can't claim any role in this victory. But my personal victory was that I stood quite a bit nearer this time so I could watch everything closely, and I felt more intrigued than nervous. Bees were constantly zipping past me but it had become clear that my electric field was pure and they bore me no ill will. I was always fond of bees from afar and happy to see them do their thing in flowers in the spring, but today's adventure got me interested in their daily life as well, so I think I'll read some books about bees this summer!

I was reading last month about the morality of termite colonies (Maeterlinck's La vie des termites) and I had a feeling this man must have written some poetic stuff about bees as well—and he did. Here's a translated excerpt from his book "La vie des abeilles" :)

[ro-is-struggling]

Hello Hello & Congratulations

Recently gotten back into some Bucky feels & wanted to ask for him with lyric prompt 2 please! Made myself laugh with a friends to lovers idea where you're cooking for Sam & Buck & Sam slides a magnet into your back pocket cause obviously he's the best wingman (& tired of the pinning). Then I found comic panels with Buck & a little white cat & if that's Alpine!! & that first show prompt is open... Don't want to over ask but just know if it's down to the wire & no one asks for it...someone asked for it >.> Thanks for reading and stay hydrated!

Hi beautiful! Thank you so much for participating in the celebration and I’m so sorry it took me so long to post this! I LOVED this prompt and the little twist you gave it so much I wrote this in like a few hours. It’s short and sweet, I hope you like it💜💜💜

More Than Friends || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam is tired of always getting caught in the middle of the flirting and nervous glances you and Bucky subject him to every time you're in the same room, so he comes up with a plan to give you two the little push you so desperately need to confess your feelings —and laugh at you along the way.

Warnings: set somewhere after civil war where team cap is on the run together, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, Sam being tired of your shit 

English is not my first language

Word count: 2000

Notes: I'm pretty sure this one is gender neutral? but I wrote it with a fem reader in mind so I'll tag it like that just in case some description slipped my tired brain while editing

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

Sam was tired of watching you and Bucky dance around the feelings you two clearly had for each other. Sometimes he thought you were doing it on purpose, like some kind of elaborate prank to torture him as revenge for the times he made fun of you. It was the only logical explanation he could find for your attitude. Otherwise he didn't understand why you would continually refuse to face the obvious. You were in love and everyone seemed to see it but you.

Life on the run was torture when he was stuck with the two of you. Watching you two get flustered from being crammed in the back seat of the car, Sam really thought that maybe he should have taken the Clint and Scott route and made a deal with the authorities. Home detention sounded so much better compared to the heavy tension in the air that seemed to follow you everywhere. On particularly bad days - like that time a man flirted with you in a bar and Bucky was in a bad mood all day - even traditional jail seemed like paradise in comparison. 

Sam had tried everything to help you. He used to leave you alone on missions, put you in the same hotel room under the pretense that they had no more rooms, even made you sit together in the back of the car when you traveled. But despite all his efforts, you were no closer to facing your feelings than when he started. Even his subtle comments and pep talks didn't help. Every time he even dared to bring up your feelings, you acted confused and dismissed his words. He had tried it with Bucky and with you separately and you both had had almost the same response, which only proved Sam's point. 

The rest of the team was tired of you too, but since they didn't have to spend half as much time as he usually did stuck with you, they didn't care. Wanda would disappear from time to time to see Vision, and Steve and Natasha were usually together in their own little world, figuring out what the next step would be. Which left him stuck with Bucky, you and the unbearable tension in the air. That's why no one understood his suffering and therefore no one was willing to help him. 

Steve and Nat had told him that he should give you time, that eventually you would figure out your feelings and everything would get better. But Sam was beginning to think that would never happen. You had been dancing around each other since the day you met and showed no signs of changing. He had done everything he could to help you in subtle ways —talking to you privately or creating certain situations without your knowledge— all so as not to expose you and embarrass you, but apparently that was exactly what you needed, for something to expose your feelings and force you to confront them. And he had the perfect idea.

It came to him suddenly as he watched the two of you struggling to get comfortable in the back seat of the car. It was way too small a model, clearly not meant to comfortably transport a super soldier, so Bucky ended up taking up more than half the seat. Sam watched as he fiddled nervously with his hands, adjusting his position every five minutes to make sure his legs didn't accidentally brush yours. And as the sunlight beamed on his metal arm, Sam chuckled to himself at the thought that maybe next time he should give you pants made of magnets just to annoy Bucky. 

It was like a light switched on in his head. It was the perfect way to get back at you while helping you deal with your feelings. A hilarious idea all around that made Sam proud of his creativity. It wasn't hard to execute either, he just bought some magnets and waited for you to leave the bag with your belongings unattended to slip them into the back pocket of one of your pants. 

Not knowing when you would end up wearing said article of clothing added a layer of spontaneity to the situation. Even Sam had forgotten which pants he had chosen and when he saw you emerge from your room in the morning he didn't even realize his plan had been set in motion.

It was the first time in a long time that you hadn't slept in a crappy motel. Thanks to an old contact of Natasha's, you were able to stay in a safe house that had several rooms, good water pressure and a large kitchen. It wasn't the Avengers compound, but it was much better than the places you'd become accustomed to living. So, to celebrate you decided to prepare breakfast for the whole team.

You didn't let anyone help you, the very idea of someone else hanging around the kitchen while you worked on the pancakes made you anxious. You weren't a great cook by any means, but you found it easier and more relaxing to work when you had total control of the kitchen. So you sent everyone to wait elsewhere while you finished cooking. Steve opted to go out for his morning run and Natasha went back to bed, mumbling something about being woken up when there was food on the table. That left you with Sam, who settled down at the kitchen island with a glass of water to chat and keep you company. And not long after, Bucky popped his head through the door frame.

"Bucky! Just the guy I needed right now!" you said with a smile as you saw him enter the kitchen, dragging his feet as he rubbed his eyes to shake off the sleep. "Breakfast is almost ready, could you get the plates from the cabinet, please?"

Sam didn't think much of it, only that he would have to prepare himself for a morning of uncomfortable looks and flushed cheeks since you were in Bucky's way and to help you he would undoubtedly have to get closer to you than he seemed to be able to handle normally. Sam didn't remember his little joke until he felt the unexpected gasp you let out when Bucky's metal hand made contact with your backside as he reached behind you for the cabinet. He nearly choked on his water, laughter getting stuck in his throat as he watched Bucky panic, not understanding what had happened.

"I-I didn't... I mean, I'm sorry, I..." The super soldier tried hard to form a coherent sentence, but his mind was short-circuiting and his cheeks were turning a vivid shade of pink as he pulled his hand away from your body with difficulty. There was an inexplicable pull that drew him to you, making his metal arm move of its own accord, seeking to cling to you again. Bucky had to take a few steps back from you to make sure that didn't happen again. 

"Well, the cat is out of the bag. Finally!" Sam exclaimed with a mischievous grin that told Bucky everything he needed to know. "Although to be honest, I was hoping you'd find a more subtle way to confess your feelings, Buck. Or at least do it in private."

"You did this?" Bucky asked, though he already knew the answer. Sam simply let out a long laugh as he rose from his seat and disappeared out the kitchen door. "You're dead, Wilson!"

“What is he talking about?”

The sound of your voice snapped Bucky out of his angry state, his gaze softening as it settled on your confused expression. The urge to murder Sam faded as he panicked, searching for an answer to give you. This wasn't the way he would have liked to confess his feelings for you, but he couldn't lie to you either-Sam had made sure of that.

"I..." Bucky hesitated, having trouble finding the courage to tell you the truth. He could hardly remember when he had last been in that position of vulnerability, having to search for the right words to express feelings he didn't know how to describe. He was rusty, the skills and confidence that characterized his younger self had been buried in the past and now he had no idea what to say to you.

"Yes?" You spoke as he fell silent, looking up at him with glittering eyes waiting to hear that thing you'd been dreaming of since the moment you two met.

Bucky sighed, defeated. "I like you, doll, like more than just a friend." He said finally, cringing at his poor choice of words. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that Sam figured it out and has been pressuring me to talk to you about it and I guess he got tired of waiting and did all this to fuck with me."

Bucky was rambling, talking at a speed that was not normal for him. He was also having trouble making eye contact with you, his eyes looking at everything but you. You'd never seen him this... nervous. He was nervous. His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink with each passing second and he spoke so fast that his tongue threatened to get stuck halfway through each word. He was so adorable that you couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"I'm glad that he did." It took Bucky a few seconds to process your words, his flustered expression slowly morphing into a frown of confusion.

"What?" he muttered and you smiled. 

Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled the magnet out. It rested flat in the palm of your hand as you got closer to Bucky. In an instant, his metal hand was on top of yours, cold against the soft, warm skin. You intertwined your fingers with his, your smile widening as he copied your movements.

"I might have to thank him later because, you see, I kinda like you too. And I've been trying to do something about it for so long but I just couldn't, so Sam kinda saved me there cause I was starting to lose it." You let out a chuckle and Bucky joined you, completely understanding the sentiment.

The room fell silent, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable like other times. Although you could still feel the tension in the air as Brucky's gaze traveled from your eyes to your joined hands, lingering on your lips for longer than necessary. He took a step toward you and your breath caught in your throat, your insides vibrating with anticipation.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was a soft whisper. His warm breath collided against the sensitive skin of your face as he rested his forehead on yours, looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hint of desperation. He was waiting for your consent, needing to hear it from your voice before proceeding.

"Please." It was all you could say before Bucky's lips crashed against yours.

It was a soft, slow kiss. Bucky's lips moved with torturous sensuality over yours, a gentle brush that barely satiated your need for him. But despite that, you let him guide the kiss to ensure his comfort. Bucky wasn't usually comfortable with physical contact —not after all he'd been through— and you knew this was a big step for him. So you embraced the softness of his kisses, quieting that voice in your mind that was screaming for you to grab his face and intensify it. It was tempting, yes, but you would have time for that.

Bucky didn't pull away from you immediately when you broke the kiss. He kept his forehead pressed against yours as his flesh hand traveled upward to caress your cheek. He looked at you with complete adoration, his fingers gently stroking your skin, as if he couldn't believe what was happening, as if he was afraid of being too rough and breaking the fantasy into a thousand pieces. Then he let out a chuckle and a smile broke out on your face as you heard such a sweet melody.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, is just that... Sam is never gonna let this go."

[jealousjersey]

promptober day 2: vampire

prompts by @joshfutturman dividers by @/steddiecameraroll

very rushed ahh i didn’t do any of these in advance

vampire derek danforth x mortal reader

You have been serving Derek for a considerable amount of time, spending nearly all of your waking hours with him. You were cared for... Maybe even loved... by Derek. If that was the case, then why hadn't he noticed it before?Two long, pointy fangs stuck downward in Derek's mouth. Despite its subtlety, you managed to turn it into an excuse to make his self-loathing even more intense.

You were unsure whether to inquire about it. and ultimately chose to carry it out.

You decided to ask Derek about the fangs, hoping to provide some reassurance or explanation for what you saw. As you nervously approached the topic, Derek's expression darkened, confirming your suspicions. He had been hiding this secret from you all along, and now that it was out in the open, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he might be keeping. The thought made you question the true nature of your relationship and whether it was built on trust or deception.The next time Derek seemed to be working on plans at home, you sat down next to him, and he timidly raised his hand.

"You know you don't need permission to talk."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You just seemed busy and"

"Go on with it.”

“Sorry, sorry! So um… I recently noticed something, and I just wanted some kind of explanation... It’s probably nothing, but I wanted to know just in case.”

“I’m busy. Hurry up.”

"Okay, okay, so..." Once while you were eating, I noticed you have fangs.”

Derek’s head peaked up.

“It’s probably nothing, but I only ever noticed while you were eating! It’s like they disappeared or something.”

You were interrupted by Derek pinning him to the floor by his wrists.

“Um… W-What’s happening…?” You were flushed, but very confused.

"you have to leave. now." his eyes darken as you've figured him out

“W-What? But why?”

“You know too much.” Derek leaned his hand in and started to clasp it around your throat.

“W-What wait!” You manage to choke out.

“What, do you have a proposal or something you’d like to tell me?”

You loudly gasped for air as his throat was released. "No, I... Are you a vampire, Mr. Danforth?”

“You’ll be gone soon, so... Yes, I am. Though it doesn’t matter much.” He put his hand back.

“Wait!” you locked eyes with Derek. “While I’m more than willing to fill you with the beautiful hope that’s going to come from killing me... I like living around you, Mr. Danforth... I love being able to serve you however you please... I’d never dream of ever telling anyone your secret! I rarely speak to anyone else anyway!” which was the truth; Derek keeps you with him almost always. You didn't have time for other people.

Derek seemed to think about it for a while, then pulled on your leash to bring him closer. “Does ‘However I please’ include using you to feed?”

“Feed…?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh…” you gulped. 'He did mean it like that'... “I-I mean… If it pleases you, of course I’ll do it!”

“Good,” Derek leaned in towards you’s ear. “Because I honestly haven’t been getting the nourishment lately.”

You gasped again. “Wait, do you want to do it now?”

“I mean… As I’ve said, I haven’t been able to feed in a while. And at least I’ll know whether or not you’re comfortable with it in the future. If not, I’ll just go on a kill streak as usual.” Derek’s eyes visibly trailed down towards your neck. “Though having my own living, breathing person to feed off of sounds... nice.”

You took a deep breath. “Well, let's do it!”

Derek straddled you, then bent down, hovering over the area between your neck and shoulder.

Derek bit down on your neck, his sharp teeth piercing the skin. You shuddered, his breath becoming ragged.

'This is taking... A little longer than I expected.' you moan out

Derek’s eyes widened, and he hastily got back up to face you.

“I apologize… Blood from a living person just tastes so much better than the blood I usually get from corpses on the street. I’ll be sure to hold back next time.”

“No, it’s completely fine! You, Mr. Danforth can use me however you please."

An uneasy silence fills the room, he sticks his thumb into you and feels your arousal.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to kill the tension. “Haha. Well. It seems that the rumor is correct, then”

“...What rumor…?”

“Oh, the one that vampire fangs releases a chemical that makes the person being bitten aroused. I thought it sounded ridiculous, but..."

“That’s false.” Your eyes widened.

“What?”

“I’ve never even heard of such a rumor.”

you flushed. “I… Um… Haha, well-”

“Are you horny right now?

“I… Um…”

Derek leaned back into your crotch, and your lips tightened.

“So you are.”

“I’m very sorry. Mr. Danforth, you must be disgusted with me... I can leave you alone if need be! No, what am I saying? I should definitely see myself out. If you could kindly get off of me, I'll”

“Do I look disgusted? I’m just thinking... Derek put his mouth near the bite again, muttering against it. “I do need a way to thank you for allowing me to have such a good meal.”

“You… Can’t be serious... I’d never even dream of defiling your amazing body with someone such as myself.”

“Are you okay with letting me repay you with my mouth?”

“I mean, of course, but—”

“Then allow me.” Derek propped himself up on his elbows and started kissing you deeply, making you whine.

“Haah… I could probably finish just from you kissing me.

“It would be quite unfortunate if you came untouched... I want you to enjoy this as much as possible.”

“I’d enjoy anything you do to me, though.” Derek chuckled softly, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered, "I'm glad to hear that, my love. Now relax and let me take care of you." With practiced ease, his hands roamed your body, igniting a fire within you that only he could quench. As the room filled with the sound of your shared pleasure, you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever.

Derek smirked and started kissing you again, this time bringing his hand down to palm you through his pants. You moaned into the kiss.

“A-Ah… I’m so sorry, but I’m close already.

Derek nodded and took his hand away, making you whine again.

“Don’t worry…” Derek started undoing your pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers. He took it in his hand and gave a small lick to the tip, making you gasp.

“P-Please… Keep going, please.” You brought his hands to grip Derek’s hair as you took him into your mouth.

Soon, you grabbed Derek’s hair harder. “I’m so close.. please.”

He came into Derek’s mouth, and Derek swallowed it. He came back up to kiss you gently, then nuzzled into his shoulder. As you lay there in the afterglow, Derek whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "You're incredible," he murmured, planting soft kisses along your neck. You snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and content in his embrace. With a smile, you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep with Derek by your side.

“Thank you so much, love. I’m very lucky to have you... I wonder what bad luck is coming for me after something like this. He chuckled.

“The bad luck is probably that you finished so quickly.” Derek tried to joke, but it didn’t really land because of his deadpan voice.

“Haha, I guess so.”

“its alright,… Next time I’ll make you last longer.”

“Ah, alright,” you smiled. As you lay there in Derek's arms, feeling content and satisfied, you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have him in your life. Despite his deadpan humor, you knew he cared for you deeply. The thought of future encounters with him made you feel excited and eager for what was to come. With a smile on your face, you snuggled closer to him, feeling grateful for the intimacy and connection you shared.

"did you say next time?" your ears perk.

[wooahaes]

what a cat-astrophe

pairing: non-idol!wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: supernatural au. cat shifter!wonwoo, veterinarian!reader.

word count: 1.5k~

warnings: mentions of magic. injured wonwoo but its not serious. magical chaos hinted at but not elaborated on.

daisy's notes: i had this idea forever ago and im glad i can finally. do something w it lol

Halloween was usually a day you were ‘on call’ at the veterinary office. Of course, you were usually the person on call most days. It was just something for emergencies, and you were glad to help people out—that was why you chose this profession, after all. And, of course, your phone started ringing a little after dinner with a familiar name popping up.

Which led you to where you were now: getting out of your car to see Soonyoung standing outside the building, a black cat curled up in his arms. Once you came a little closer, you realized a few things about the poor kitty: it was breathing shallowly, and it had this tight… something curled around it that dug in enough to restrict movement. In the low light, you couldn’t see what it was exactly, but Soonyoung had already launched into an explanation.

“My… cat has been missing for a few days,” he said after a moment, “and then he came home like this. I didn’t want to touch anything in case it could hurt him, and my friend who could help is out of the country visiting his family, so—”

“It’s fine,” you said, digging out your keys to the building. “I can handle it. What’s his name?”

“... Panther.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at that. Seungcheol had told you back when he introduced you to Soonyoung to be wary of his love of tigers. Sure, it could be cute sometimes, but you were thankful he had enough sense to not name a completely black cat ‘Tiger.’ He could name it whatever he wanted, sure, but you knew that people always had questions in one way or another. Why ‘Tiger’? He’s a black cat. Why not something like ‘Shadow’? And so forth and so on. People liked to question things like that sometimes, and you’d had your fair share of pets growing up with ‘abnormal’ names. 

With the building unlocked, you took Panther from Soonyoung and told him to wait outside while you worked. It didn’t take long for you to gather everything you needed, and Panther seemed rather lax. He merely laid there on the table, letting you work at removing what you discovered to be these weird black vines. 

“It’ll be okay, buddy,” you said softly, giving Panther a little scratch behind the ears. He shut his eyes, relaxing his body against the table. “I’ll be gentle, alright?”

To be honest, you were glad that he seemed to relax, hopefully put at ease by you. You had seen cats that would go feral trying to get away from you when they were injured, and everything in-between that and how Panther was responding to you. If you had to, you would had called Soonyoung in to hold him still while you worked. Instead, you turned your attention to removing the vines first before discovering thorns pressing into the poor cat’s skin. There was this abnormal heat underneath your fingers that made you worry about infection—you’d take care of that, too, for Panther’s health—as you worked. Soon enough, you had a small pile of thorns and vines on the table next to you, and that heat had entirely dissipated by the time you were done. You reached for your bandages, only to find that you must have run out earlier that day.

“Shit,” you muttered. You turned back to Panther, scratching him behind the ears again, “Stay here, buddy. I’ll be back in a minute.” 

He merely slowly blinked at you. You quickly gathered everything you needed to dispose of and disappeared into the back, dropping it into a bin as you began to search for bandages. What a weird cat. Then again, if he was Soonyoung’s cat, it kind of made sense. Soonyoung wasn’t weird, but he would find a cat that’s a little quirky in some way. Intelligent, too, based on the way he seemed to entirely understand you. Almost as if he knew every single word you were saying—

The sound of a crash tore you from your thoughts, and you dropped the bandages to rush back to the room. You pulled the door open, half-expecting to see where Panther had bolted from the table… only to see a man, who must have collapsed onto the ground. Immediately, you let out a scream, and Soonyoung ripped open the other door. His eyes widened upon seeing the man, and he immediately bolted to you, hand clasping over your mouth.

“NONONO–It’s okay! It’s okay! That’s my friend!” 

You nearly bit Soonyoung’s hand before you shoved him away from you, staggering back a few steps. Panther was… gone—Where the fuck was—

Oh. Oh. You stared down at the man on the floor, brain piecing everything together all too easily. You could see the wounds on his skin, peeking out from underneath his clothes. This… was a cat shifter. Fuck, you had no idea what this guy even needed. Shifters were different from ordinary animals—thank fuck you didn’t try to give him any antibiotics or anything, especially if he was the kind that had bad reactions to it. Soonyoung had backed off from you, turning his attention to his friend since he’d begun to rouse again. 

Hold on. Didn’t you meet this guy once…? He seemed familiar, at least. Maybe he was one of the intern’s friends? You’d have to ask Mingyu sometime… After you threw hands with Soonyoung for not telling you about this guy in the first place.

“I didn’t know if you’d help if you knew!” Soonyoung said, reaching out for his friend again despite the way he kept drifting toward you. “And—And he was a cat! You’re a cat doctor, not a people doctor!”

Truly, you weren’t sure how to refute the logic. “You knew he was a shifter—”

“Jihoon said I needed to bring him to you before midnight!” He said quickly, almost tripping over his words. “Magic gets weird on Halloween and it could have trapped him like a cat forever.”

“Wouldn’t have been forever,” the handsome stranger murmured, consciously leaning away from you now. He pressed his hands against the metal table, eyes still shut as he stretched. “Just until someone else could help.” 

“See!” Soonyoung pointed toward him for emphasis, before letting his hand fall back down to his side. “Maybe I should have told you, but can you blame me for panicking? Wonwoo could have been in trouble.” 

With a heavy sigh, you admitted that you couldn’t. If you were this guy’s friend, you would have probably panicked as well. “Fine. Okay. Just… I dunno, just go. I wanna go home.”

Soonyoung nodded. “Right. Wonwoo—”

Wonwoo furrowed his brows, clearly not all present as his gaze fell to you. “Why do I want to rub my face on you…?”

Almost as if on cue, Soonyoung’s phone rang. He picked up, putting the call on speaker without much thought while you pushed Wonwoo into a chair, finding the other first aid kit you kept in the room (for human injuries—you’d been scratched before and liked to have bandages nearby). “We took care of him! Tell my vet friend thank you—”

A new voice (Jihoon, judging by the name) immediately sounded out, “Did you touch those vines?”

What the fuck…? You paused for a moment, taken aback by the question, a band-aid nearly slipping from your grasp. “Uh. Yeah? I had to remove them.”

“Shit.” 

Soonyoung looked down at his phone. “You didn’t tell me not to touch them! I didn’t know they weren’t supposed to!”

“I charmed you already, you’re immune from most things,” he said, “they won’t be. Fuck, I’m packing up and coming home early—”

“No!” Soonyoung said quickly. “Just tell us what’s going on. Wonwoo’s back to normal, he should be fine, right?”

“I’ll explain better when I get back,” he said, and you could already hear the sound of shuffling. “But I sent the picture to Joshua, and he said that anyone who touches those vines gets… connected to the inflicted person. Shifter. Whatever got caught up in it. So now they’re…” He trailed off for a moment. “I don’t know. Bonded. I can break it safely when I get back.” 

“Why can’t Shua do it?!” Soonyoung whined. “He’s in the city—”

“He doesn’t have the ingredients that I do and you’re not letting him or anyone else into my room. Just… don’t let them get too far from one another or it’ll hurt.”

You immediately looked over to the way Wonwoo was leaning into your touch, brows furrowed together as his jaw clenched. Soonyoung just watched, mouth agape at how outwardly affectionate Wonwoo seemed to be with you, a complete stranger, already. 

“Jihoon?”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can be. Just… watch out for them.” The moment the call ended, Wonwoo shut his eyes again. He let out a long sigh, “I’m gonna kill him.” 

Wonwoo pulled away from you the moment you were done dressing his wounds, putting Soonyoung in between the two of you. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or flustered in any way, but he refused to make eye contact with you for more than a moment. 

Which meant you’d definitely landed yourself in something deeper than you ever intended.

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Steve distanced himself from the group for a few weeks after everything had happened and he had a reason why but he didn’t know when he was going to tell everyone about what he’s been hiding this entire time. His sudden disappearances at the hospital for over an hour when the kids were visiting max and he never gave them an explanation which raised several eyebrows among the kids. He tried to act as normal as possible but he hated that he was keeping secrets from them, for right now that seemed like a good idea in the meantime. When Steve could finally get away from the group asking him a million questions that made his heart pound rapidly in his chest and he’d start to sweat nervously when he didn’t have an answer for them. Steve let out a shaky breath as he entered his house, he looked around cautiously before closing the front door completely. He kept his hand on his chest to keep the item that he stole close to him and he made sure that he didn’t drop it because the mess he would have to clean up wouldn’t be the most pleasant. Steve quietly made his way to his basement and he tiptoed down the stairs. He used the light that came from the door being open to help him see where he was going, Steve stepped onto the basement floor feeling his nerves kinda of getting better. He pulled the item that was in his jacket out and he placed it on the ground then slid it over to a dark corner in the room. The sound of growling and a bag being ripped open didn’t even make Steve flinch, he was used to it. When Steve was about to leave the room a low voice spoke to him.

“Hey,” the dark voice called out to Steve, “thanks, Harrington.” The voice slowly transformed into a voice that was more welcoming and familiar to Steve.

“Jesus Christ, you know I hate it when you talk in that demon like voice and don’t mention it. It’s the least I could do.” Steve shrugged. He heard footsteps coming towards him making him a little anxious.

Eddie emerged from the darkness revealing his true self which was kind of scary. His skin turned a grey color with dark veins decorating his entire body and his were a light red. Blood staining his teeth from the blood bag that Steve got him from the hospital, he looked like himself but a very corrupted version. It took Steve weeks to get used to seeing him look like this and it didn’t help that he would always have to meet him in the dark, it added to the creepy feeling he felt deep inside of him. Eddie stayed away from the light but he was still able to be seen by Steve from a certain distance.

“I appreciate that but I sincerely apologize for putting all of this on you and coming out of nowhere without any warning. I just didn’t want Henderson… everyone to see me like this, not until things are settled.” Eddie didn’t know exactly what he meant but all he knew was that he looked like a monster and he didn’t want the first time that the kids see him to be a traumatic experience.

“You don’t have to explain yourself the only thing you need to do is keep a low profile and staying in here will help solve that.” Steve reassured Eddie, obviously he was a nervous wreck because technically he wasn’t alive anymore and that freaked him out more than anything. He nodded his head to what Steve was saying but panic was still evident on his face.

Steve took Eddie’s hand into his own, feeling his claws lightly scratch against his palms and wrist. Eddie’s hands were so cold to the touch and for him Steve’s hands were burning him up. All of it felt like electricity was running through their entire body’s. Then tension that started to build up when they met each other’s gaze, fear, longing, lust, all mixed into one big emotion that neither of them could explain.

“Everything is going to be alright, you can trust me. No one is going to hurt you as long as I’m here. Okay?” Steve said softly as he squeezed Eddie’s hand. Eddie was lucky that his skin couldn’t show his cheeks having a light pink blush on them.

“Okay.” Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand back feeling a little more at ease than before. He didn’t expect Steve to pull him into a hug and it wasn’t a half assed one but a genuine ‘I got you’ one. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck to embrace him. Steve kept his arms around Eddie’s waist while he rested his chin on Eddie’s shoulder. He knew that Eddie was terrified about everything that was going on so a huge just seemed like the best thing he needed at the moment. They held each other a little bit longer than expected and when both of them pulled away they looked into the other’s eyes for a long time.

“I should probably get going.” Steve blurted out. His face started to get red just by looking at Eddie in this way. Eddie let out a laugh and took a step back.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie said before going back into the darkness where he was previously. Steve walked out of the room feeling like a weight was being put on his shoulders.

It wasn’t possible that he was into a vampire… into Eddie?

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Ensemble - 112: Anomaly

Souma: Oh? This sure is mysterious…

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Location: Outdoor Stage

Souma: Oh? This sure is mysterious…

I wonder what it is, why is there a crowd? This place is supposed to be one of the most remote and unpopular places in Yumenosaki Academy!

The amount of people isn't inferior to the other stages—not only that, there seems to be an even bigger crowd!

Does that mean the aidorus performing here are that excellent? Is it even possible for there to be another reason…?

Perhaps it's war. I see, it's war! I'm itching to participate, it makes my blood boil!

Kuro: Calm down, Kanzaki. You're not a dog, there's no reason for you to get excited like this. Also, stop unsheathing your sword.

Keito: Yes. We are supposed to be the ones maintaining the order. So it would truly be like putting the cart before the horse if we were to cause panic by losing our composure. You should reflect on your actions, Kanzaki.

Souma: I got double-chastised!? But this is an irregular situation!

Keito: I agree. Hmm… We went out of our way to overlook the circumstances and send him off, but I'm worried if Isara can even reach the stage.

Well, it might be due to Isara that this situation came to be.

Kuro: I wonder. You can't see the stage from here so you can't be certain.

Nonetheless, you sure were kind there, mister vice-president. To think you would so easily let go of the fighting power you generously took in.

Keito: Never call me 'kind' again, Kiryu. I just made a logical decision.

AKATSUKI is a unit that works with a select few. Adding a wanderer would only mess up our rhythm.

I have countless reasons, both big and small. Even if you needed an explanation, wouldn't it be too stingy of me to express my opinions precisely?

Kuro: Aah, how irritating. Your talks are always way too long, can't you just tell me vaguely?

You must have just 'wanted' to do this. Isn't it fine to leave it at that?

Keito: Hmph… If you think like that, you shouldn't have asked me in the first place. I need Trickstar to be in a perfect condition, I won't allow them to run away after winning.

Sooner or later AKATSUKI will defeat Trickstar fair and square, after they all showed their best performance.

I would be troubled if they disappear before we can. That's all.

Kuro: Hehe ♪ Nice, you're also a man at heart.

Souma: As expected of Hasumi-dono! You properly understand the meaning of the code of chivalry…☆

Keito: You're noisy. What's more important right now is that there is too much of an audience in such a cramped space.

If someone even just trips a little, it might very well turn it into uncontrollable chaos, so patrol with caution.

Good preparation reduces the coming difficulties. Although Eichi and I differ in that aspect.

(Why did Eichi organize the DDD and throw away the largely desired representative title for the SS?)

(What are you scheming? Where is the meaning in all of this?)

(You are causing unnecessary uproar and having everyone make a big fuss for no reason. If that's really the case, you would be a tyrant, you know?)

(Could it be he… No, for now I should avoid thinking about it.)

(I will just solemnly complete the work in front of me. I am Eichi's right hand. A right hand doesn't think, regardless of what results this DDD may bring.)

(I'm sure you must have foreseen this as well, haven't you, Eichi?)

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𝐵𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓎'𝓈 𝒮𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁!

This is my second costume contest entry for @swampstew's costume contest event \o/

Characters: Buggy the Clown Warnings: None Notes: This is Buggy's event?!? What's he doing trying to JOIN it??

Word count: 689

“Are you sure?” Buggy asks, disappearing into the costume you’re holding open for him. It’s one of those horse style costumes meant for two people. Not that this one looks like a horse.

“I’m positive.” You insist. “You wanted to enter the contest, you thief, and so you have to do it undercover.”

“There’s nothing in the rules that says I can’t participate.” He insists, moving around inside the costume with your help.

“Rules you wrote.” You point out. “No, not that way, put your left foot there, left hand here.”

“Why would I-?”

“Because you lift left and left and then right and right and it’ll look more natural for the costume.” You explain. “You’re holding up more parts by yourself than you’re used to with this, so don’t make it harder.”

“Hmph.” He grumbles, but does as you say. “What is this a costume of again? You said it was flashy.”

“It’s a mythological creature from one of the best stories of the winter season.” You answer, dodging the actual name of character on purpose.

“This is an Autumn event!” He nearly screeches.

“Ah stuff it, it’s an autumn event, but this is a flashy costume, and it suits you perfectly.” You insist, affixing a little reindeer tail to the backside of the costume. “Besides, you sprung this on me a little last minute, buster, you’re lucky I could pull anything together in the first place.”

You grumble the words from behind a row of pins in your mouth. Buggy looks over at you as you’re affixing the last few details into place. He smiles, even though you miss it, forever grateful that you put up with him so much. Putting the head piece on he settles into the costume a little better, but after a few minutes realizes there’s a small issues.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah, Bugs?” You say to let him know you heard him.

“It’s really stuffy in here.”

“… Hard to breathe?”

“A bit.” He says. You smile, he’s trying to not make your job harder, and you appreciate that, but you’d not only hoped for this outcome, you’d bet on it.

“Lemme pop the nose off the head piece and you can put yours in its place.” You say, moving around to the front of the costume, taking the head piece as he hands it over. A seam ripper and a tug removes the little plastic black nose, and lets you quick stitch the fabric down before handing it back. “There.”

“… It’s not going to ruin the costume?” He questions. You look up at him and see he’s legitimately concerned. Poor guy, always so self-conscious of his nose.

“Not at all, Bugs. Gonna make it more accurate, honestly.” You say reassuringly. “This mythological creature very naturally, just like you, had a red nose.” You’d long since learned a way to mention his nose and its attributes without throwing him into a frenzy. Your voice took on a specific, almost professor-style tone, and it seemed to flip a switch in Buggy’s brain that assured him you were just stating a fact, and not picking on him.

“He’d been unfairly teased for his nose too, but managed to win over those around him and save the winter festival of the time.” You finish your explanation and give Buggy a smile. “Kind of like you and how you’ve won over your crew so much.”

Buggy’s eyes start to water, and you put your hands up. “Don’t cry! I don’t have time to clean tear stains out of the fur! You’ve got to be out on stage in twenty minutes at the most, keep it together for me, okay?”

Buggy sniffles hard, looking up for a moment and taking some deep breaths as he nods a little. You give him a couple minutes and he gives you a small “thanks” as you go back to working on the costume. You don’t have much time, but you’re going to make the best Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer that you can.

And as luck would have it, you didn’t have to go about finding a red nose for the costume.

[rogermyreligion]

helloo may i request smut prompt 39 and 50 for roger?

39. “You want it rough huh?”

50. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

"And that's what the theory is about, kind of boring, I know, but I find it incredible," Brian said with a shrug as he took another sip of his beer.

You were almost with your mouth open, brain a little confused by all the information you ingested, "That's bloody amazing," you gasped, "Truly I have no words, how do you know all that?" you asked curiously, very involved in the topic of conversation that you were having with Brian for almost 1 hour.

But you were so focused on his explanation that you didn't notice Roger's penetrating eyes at the other end of the small table they were sharing with the boys.

For the record, you and Roger are not officially in a relationship, just something that started as a one-night stand but turned into a recurring thing, you both have a lot in common and the sex is amazing, his company is too, but you are taking things too lightly, I mean, you're not interested in other guys at the moment but sometimes conversations with Brian get so deep and interesting that you basically forget about everyone in the room, and apparently, Roger can't deal with the lack of attention, no when it comes to you, he wants your eyes on him.

"Fuck," Roger huffed, looking at the empty cigarette box, "Y/n do you have a cigarette? I got empty" he told you with a chuckled as he threw the empty box on the table.

Brian was talking to you but you heard Roger's words, you automatically went through your jacket pockets, grabbing a cigarette and tossing it gently across the table until it reached his hands, "There you go honey," you said normally, you glanced at him for a single second and you smirked at him, returning your eyes to Brian.

Roger took the cigarette, realizing he didn't have your attention. While lighting the cigarette he put his eyes over the situation that was in front of him, Brian and you with cheeky smiles, giggling, sharing drinks, even from his point of view you were closer to him than you normally are, and he don't know why but he thinks you are wearing a low cut blouse.

He can't stop this wave of intrusive and annoying thoughts he's having, he didn't even notice that his leg won't stop shaking under the table. he takes control over his body when he sees that you got up from the table, apologizing to Brian and saying that you'd be back in a second.

He can't take his eyes off you, he looks at you hungrily, getting your whole image together, your outfit, jesus that skirt really looks good on you, it match your boots, Roger finds you irresistible, the idea that he knows that he has the chance of having you wherever and whenever he wants is not enough, not when at this precise moment he is watching you walk towards the bathroom, seeing how men from other tables turn to see you.

He wants you, he wants to talk to you, he wants to fuck you, he wants your attention.

"U good?" freddie mumbled.

Roger snapped his eyes wider at the sudden interruption.

"Yeah, i have to go to the bathroom" he got up quickly and walked towards the bathroom, disappearing into the crowd of people.

You left the bathroom, bumping into Roger who was leaning against the door frame, "I don't know anything about astrophysics but it can get you a good lay if we leave this bar right now," his raspy voice gave you chills under your clothes, he spoke almost like a whisper.

You smiled at his suggestion, adjusting the collar of his shirt, taking advantage of the movement to touch him gently, "whats got into you?" you giggled.

"Nothing? just want you," he was playing with the end of your skirt, "You're killing me," he giggled airly, "You don't even look at me when we're at the table,"

"I’m having a conversation with Br-" you were trailed off.

"Of course you are" he snapped, not violently, but enough for you to notice what was going on.

You smiled slowly and widely, wetting your lips just a bit, "Okay, half hour and we're gone," you tugged at one of his buttons, playfully.

Your next act was to walk slowly towards the table, wiggling your hips under your skirt, you could feel their eyes glued to your back, it burned on your skin, you were feeling tickles in your belly, you had 30 minutes to play your best card.

You knew perfectly well what he was feeling, and you knew that you had no limitations, you could flirt lightly with anyone and Roger couldn't claim anything from you, you knew that later he was going to show you who you belonged to when you got home, and that was what you were looking for.

The next few minutes were endless for Roger. You were a little more cocky with Brian now knowing that Roger was looking at you, laughing a little harder as you gently tapped his shoulder jokingly after something funny, taking off your jacket complaining about the heat of the bar, you made sure you got your hair tied up in a way that exposes your neck and collarbones (Roger’s weakness) The conversation started about astrophysics but ended with you showing Brian a small birthmark on your chest.

It was enough for Roger, lip swollen for biting it, he waited until Brian got up to the bathroom and he faked a scene where you both had to leave, you were happy inside. After a wave of goodbyes Roger hurried out of the bar, grabbing your wrist and calling for the first cab that came across, you were already rubbing your legs together.

-

When you dropped the keys on the table you felt a hand tugged your bun, making your head fall backwards.

"Is it your little game over?" he whispered at your ear, filling your neck with hot air.

"I-" you felt a sudden spank on your ass and you screamed your guts out.

"Shut the fuck up" he almost growled, looking your collarbone, “Look at you, showing your skin to Brian," he tickled your neck, trailing his hand down and squeazing one of your breasts, pinching your nipple, chuckling, "Such a shame he won't ever touch you," he emphasized the word, giving your breast a final squeeze.

You gasped, already trying to rub your ass over his pants.

He laughed at your desperation, forcefully he motioned you to the couch, bending you over the backrest, almost in all fours. He grabbed your hips, burying his fingers in your skin, rubbing his already hard bulge over your ass, lifting your skirt.

"All night thinking about this," he began to remove his belt with one hand while the other held you in place, "Thinking how i was going to fuck your brains out," when he managed to get rid of his belt he realized you weren't wearing anything under that skirt, "Jesus," he rubbed his fingers along your slit, smiling when he heard your pretty moaning, "You knew." he kicked your legs apart, now having all kind if access to your cunt, playing with it.

"Rog- please," you whined, trying to get more friction.

He dipped three fingers inside you, in and out quickly, "So wet already, i bet you soaked yourself down there at the bar," you moaned deliciously at his words.

"So goo- FUCK" you whined, another spank fell on your ass cheek.

"Don't want words, just moans" he groaned, lowering his pants and jerking him off, "So bad girl, flirting in front of the boys," he looked at your ass, glancing the mark he left there.

You could feel the tip of his cock in your entrance, it was tempting, but not enough.

"You're lucky im hard since i entered the bar, im not gonna keep you waiting," he gasped as he push himself inside you, all the way inside, "Fuck-" he grasped your hips like his life depended on it, "You like this? This is what you w-wanted," he moaned, "You just wanted to be fucked," he kept trusting, hard and deep, he could feel the couch moving.

You grabbed a pillow, buried your nails in the fabric, feeling the heat of your face, enjoying every inch that was inside you, clenching around him and feeling a hot wave of pleasure in your stomach.

Roger threw his head back, enjoying the sensation, listening firmly to your sounds, knowing exactly what spot made you twirl your toes, he gave you a trust that almost made you cry with pleasure, he bit his lips at the sound, "You want it rough huh?" he went faster.

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck- plea- oh" you were a moaning mess, "Yes! and- oh," a tear rolled over your cheek.

He whimpered, "Go-d, take it so nice, good and ni-nice" he closed his eyes, pressing your back down, hitting a spot.

Your legs already trembling, he noticed, he knew you were close, he brought a hand to your clit, and with a couple of circular movements your orgasm hit you like a train without brakes, seconds later, you clenching made him cum, relaxing his muscles, you were panting.

He gave you some final trusts, slowly getting off, when he was done he pulled up his pants, helping you to rebuild your position.

You almost fell when you managed to stand up, knees weak from the position you were in, Roger cupped your red face, brushing the hairs from your face and giving you a tender and long kiss, enjoying the warmth of your lips, both breathless.

You broke the kiss, “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

Both laughed airily, he shook his head looking down to the floor, "Let's go upstairs, i wanna have a quick taste," he glued his lips to your neck as you laced your fingers through his hair.

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[rivangel]

i feel like an elaboration of levi having stretch marks is in order... (if you want to ofc). but just imagine kissing them, him perhaps being slightly shy and a little insecure about them...

(referenced ask) yes please. | 1.3k

It’s sweltering that summer night, ungodly muggy, and so one of the rare times Levi is going to sleep with his shirt off. It’s the first time you’ve seen him shirtless since you’ve been together.

You dim down the lantern before he climbs into bed beside you, and pries you away from that and into his arms, making you giggle. Your cheeks feel hot—and it's not just the summer night. Until it gets too stuffy, you'll cuddle, and you're happy to put off separating for as long as possible.

Then you catch a look of the discolored myriad of stripes peaking out from under his bicep. Easier to see, swift curves line right where his arm and chest connects.

You peek curiously, because they don’t look like your run of the mill scars, and stroke one with the tip of your finger.

He makes a gruff noise of confusion and looks even more confused, frowning at your sudden fascination with a multitude of scars he can't remember the cause of. The thing that's always been strange to him is their dark tones, as if caused by a severe wound, but instead, they seemingly lie under the skin. No healing. Their existence, combined with placement under his biceps and other places has always unnerved him.

"Cute," you murmur as an explanation. "Sorry, I didn't actually expect you to have any of these. I'll stop."

"Have what? Scars?"

You raise a brow. "Stretch-marks?"

That clears up nothing for him. He gives you a blank stare as you kiss his bicep. The light press makes him bite back a shiver. He scowls instead.

You don't know exactly why they endear you to him so much. Those stripes are benign, really, but often looked at with insecurity—that they're marks of failure. But this is Levi, and he doesn't even know what they mean.

"You don't know what they are?"

"Not scars, apparently," he replies quietly.

They're harder to spot, the ones lining his outside his chest here and there. His discomfort is palpable, so in efforts to prove to him you're not criticizing him, you stroke his bare shoulders.

"Nope!—Well... They can appear from quick weight gain or loss. I guess they're like scars. They fade away over time," you explain. Your cheeks heat. "I just think it's kinda cute that you have them."

He stares while considering this information. "'Kind of'."

"A tiny bit." You smirk.

He glances at his arm. Cursory and quick. He's never thought much about his appearance since it matters so little, but he finds a rift in those feelings now. Insecurity. Not because of the marks themselves necessarily, but they tell a story of his past with none of his consent or control.

"I see."

"Mm." Caressing his other arm, you kiss more of the blackish-purple streaks, and dip your head to catch one of the lower ones. His eyes flutter with a short huff. "I wonder if you have any more... Levi, there's nothing to be insecure about," you say, your voice honeyed.

"'m not insecure," he lies.

"Can I keep kissing you then?"

No answer. He looks grumpy and vaguely disinterested as he raises his knee beside you. In the bend of it, long purplish stripes discolor his skin like skinny snakes.

You smile at the sour look on his face despite his willingness to do as you ask.

You stroke them, and kiss them. There's no intention behind it, really, besides to show affection to these special scars he didn't even know the meaning of just minutes ago. And for the first time you've found something Levi seems to be insecure about.

Outside his thighs, peeking out from under his dark briefs and disappearing, are a sea of pink, jutting marks. It seems like his thighs, hips, and his rear have the most, but you're not about to ask to see those. You've barely shared kisses so far as you've been dating.

Instead, you find yourself stroking the outside of his thighs, sliding up over the spandex until you find yourself almost on top again. At some point, you got it in your mind to rake each mark with your eyes, to be thorough. You'd like to kiss each and every one.

"Pretty," you insist.

One moment, you can look down at his red cheeks, a blush that has stretched all the way to the tops of his ears, and the next it's like a tornado sweeps you up and whirls the world around, putting you down on your back. It happens before you can even blink.

He's on top of you now, staring down at you with a curious sort of distrust.

“Sorry... Did I surprise you?”

You gape. “You’re fast.”

He makes a face. “That’s not surprising.”

You giggle, and lean up to give him a short kiss. Then his shoulder. Butterflies flare up in his stomach like before.

Like the kisses you gave the backs of his knees, and his flanks, inches from his pecs, Levi finds himself somewhere tied between being flustered and totally at a loss at whether to tell you to stop.

He's excruciatingly shy, really. Not ready for so much. The kisses all by themselves make him uncomfortable in a way he wants to erase and explore.

With a sigh, he climbs off of you, where you lean up and say, "I can stop... I just really think... you know."

He doesn't know how to tell you to keep going doing this stupid thing without making a fool of himself, and works his jaw there for a moment. His palm slithers across your nape and brings your lips back to his shoulder.

"There are probably more," he mumbles. "But I don't get why you're obsessed. I probably..."

You lean up more, forcing him to sit up straighter. Your lips touch his own nape. "'cause, I-I like you?"

He bites the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, well. I probably brought them up from where I used to live, where there wasn't... weight gain," he struggles. His cheeks are pink.

He can practically feel your brow raise as your hands rise up his back. "Are you trying to change my mind?"

"I... I'm not trying to tell you to stop."

"Lemme just."

You maneuver around him a little more, trying to press him down on his stomach. Showing anyone his back where he can't see makes him hesitate before he relents, feverish to hear more of your praise despite himself. As far as he can tell, you're being completely genuine, which touches him. It's not like they're fucking pretty or anything.

Lo and behold, stretching across his shoulderblades like wings. His back is packed in muscle, so it's not surprising. You simply find yourself fascinated. Pretty.

He swiftly inhales as he feels you kissing his upper back, spread across. Your thumbs are tracing his hips again, too.

Holding his breath, he cranes his neck, and indeed spots them. They's more widespread than he thought. His body has changed since the Underground—more than he thought.

"You okay?"

His cheek hits the pillow again as he squirms slightly, unbearably shy. He's ashamed he's hard from this. "Just don't go too far."

"I won't," you promise.

For a while longer, he basks in the affection and attention.

You fail to resist raking his curves with your eyes, at least a little. How they fill out again down his thighs gives him a feminine beauty in a way. He's lithe and small, but stocky. Skin like imperfect marble; the stretch marks are like ornaments, really, quirks to his character that make you fond. And plus, he has a nice butt.

"I can feel you staring; you're not subtle," he grumbles. "Pervert."

"Okay, okay," you laugh. "I'm done."

You drop down beside him again, where he promptly puts your shoulders down to keep you there. The slightest quirk of satisfaction is on his brow as he follows you in laying down, draping his arm across your waist, laying his head down on your chest. He leaves space between you from the waist down, but he seems perfectly content besides.

You kiss his hair. He blushes neverending.

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[noforkingclue]

Hello again, Darling. I'm glad you're okay with that. But, again, if you are not pleased or not interested, everything is fine, just refuse.

You are in an established relationship with Homelander. You never show up with him at events, but, literally, the whole country knows, that his strongest supe has a girlfriend without powers. You are known by sight only in the Tower. And Homelander himself "protects" you from all this. He's not an obsessive possessive creep, no. How could you think that, no. He's just caring. And he is not suffocates you with his perverted notion of love, of course not. You are not under his eternal control, and he has not scared away your entire environment from you. Of course not, you're just imagining it.

In general, you are not so unhappy with him in a relationship. At times, he's very passable, even cute. Well, you youself, almost voluntarily, agreed to his offer to be together. You know, he's a monster, but, you almost feel sorry for him..? You're already used to him. You don't think it's Stockholm Syndrome, rather you've just always seen a little bit of good in Homelander. Well, probably yes, you probably love him. At least, that's what you think.

You have a pretty reliable, happy relationship. That's what he always thought. But after lunch, almost everyone in the building is kind of tense, and cautiously squint at him. And then, poor Ashley asks him to sit down and informs him, that you are no longer with them. That you're gone. And you did it to yourself. No note, no explanation, nothing. And that there was no way to save you.

But Homelander saw you this morning. You didn't cry, you didn't say stupid things. Everything was fine. You even kissed him goodbye. No, of course he knew, that you had such problems in the past, but he thought you were lying.

And what should he do now? How to react? What should he think now, how to live on?

Note: requests are currently closed

So I hope I got all the details in this request. I know I have quite a few long requests like this so if I don't get all the details in it I do apologise. Just the way my brain works!

Title: Gone

Warnings: suicide, unhealthy relationship

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35, @zannemes, @holy-minseok

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

It was a lie.

It couldn’t be true.

It wasn’t true.

Homelander didn’t believe it.

He didn’t want to believe it.

Ashley’s stuttering voice seemed to disappear into the background as he looked out of the window, jaw clenched. He heard everything. The voices, heartbeats, breathes of everyone in the city below him. He could hear the lives of everyone.

Apart from the one person he wanted to hear.

“-sorry.”

“What?”

He looked over his shoulder at Ashley who cringed back. He turned around so he was facing her fully and took a measure stepped towards her. Ashley staggered back on her heels, terror crossing her face.

“What. Did. You. Say.” Said Homelander

“That… that.”

“Yes?”

“We’re all so sorr-“

Ashley didn’t get to finish her sentence before Homelander’s hand clenched around her throat. He slammed her against the wall, smirking at the slight crunch of her ribs. Ashley clawed at his hand and he took a step closer, squeezing harshly. He closed his eyes and shuddered as Ashley’s nail dug into his hand and when he opened his eyes they were glowing red.

“Your heart is racing,” he said quietly, “Tends to happen when people are lying.”

“I-“ Ashley managed to choke out

“I don’t like it when people lie to me, Ashley.”

“Not-“

“Why are you lying to me Ashley? Why are you keeping her from me.”

“Put Ashley down.”

The calm voice of Stan cut through the tension. Homelander looked over at him, eyes still glowing red. Stan raised an eyebrow and after a second Homelander let go of Ashley. She fell to the ground, gasping in deep breaths of air.

“Ashley, I need to speak to Homelander. Alone.”

Ashley staggered to her feet and scuttled out of the room. Neither Stan nor Homelander spoke. Homelander walked back over to the window and said,

“Where is she.”

“Y/n is gone.”

“I want her back.”

“She’s dead.”

“She can’t be.”

“She is.”

“She promised that she’d always be there with me,” Homelander said, his voice shaking just slightly, “She promised. She was there with e this morning. She was happy. Why would she do this to me?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“We were happy.”

“You kept her locked up.”

“She’s human. She’s weak. She needs me to look after her, to protect her.”

“She was human,” Stan corrected coldly, “But she wasn’t weak.”

Homelander spun around to glare at Stan, eye glowing red. Stan didn’t flinch away and Homelander said,

“I love her.”

“As much as you are capable of loving anyone,” said Stan, “We’re already working on a story. I don’t believe that you’d want the public knowing that the girlfriend of America’s greatest superhero killed herself. Some of sort tragic, sudden illness I think.”

“Fiancé,” said Homelander, “Tell them y/n is, was, my fiancé.”

“Was she?”

“Eventually she would be.”

“Very well. I’ll tell the press office.”

As Stan left the room Maeve entered it. She pursed her lips as she remained by the door, not wanting to get any closer than necessary.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “About y/n.”

“You really mean that,” said Homelander, “You’re the first person who has genuinely meant that. Why?”

“Simple,” Maeve grimaced before fixing Homelander with a harsh glare, “She was too good for you.”

[astrophileous]

Important! Please read!

I'm tagging the people who are on the Love Bugs taglist, so if you don't feel like reading through all of this that's fine!

Tag(s): @camilaheroine @crazyunsexycool @whateverrrrrrrrs @wifeyofeveryone @louderfortheback @marvelousgoldroses

Hello everyone, first of all I wanna start by saying I'm sorry for having seemingly disappeared for the past week. I know that I was supposed to be uploading two new parts of Love Bugs on Monday and Thursday, and I've missed both days so far without so much as an explanation. The truth is, I've been logging in and out for days trying to come up with a justified excuse for this delay, but I decided today that I will just tell you the truth of what's really happening.

I'm not doing very good at the moment.

I know this seems like a pathetic excuse, but it's the truth. As some of you know, I'm a full time college student and I've been slammed with school work for the past week. I'm tired all the time. Whenever I have even a little bit of free time, I use it to sleep. Life is just so hectic for me right now that writing Love Bugs has been kinda put in the back burner.

But that's not all the reason why I've been MIA.

A few days ago, someone left me an anonymous ask telling me that I've done a terrible job on the last few parts of Love Bugs.

Now, at first, I was gonna be the bigger person and ignore them altogether. But apparently that one little comment did more damage than I ever thought it could. For the past week, every time I went to revise my drafts for Love Bugs, all I could think about was how badly I needed them to be done perfectly to make sure no one else was gonna have this same thought about the upcoming parts. I kept thinking that what I wrote was lacking something. That it wasn't good enough to be published yet. And as a drastic measure, I ended up uploading nothing at all.

I know it seems silly to be this badly affected by one rude comment when I've gotten nothing but love from everyone else. But I guess this is your daily reminder that words do hurt, and even if they are written on the internet, it doesn't make them hurt less because behind all of these makeshift profiles and avatars are real people with real feelings and emotions.

Today, I finally braced myself to make this post. I thought it was unfair for all of you to not be offered at least an explanation about what's happening. If you're wondering when I will finally upload the next chapter of Love Bugs, then I'm sorry to tell you that I don't know yet. I have one completed part, but as I've explained above, I just keep going back to revise it again and again because I'm just not satisfied with it.

So, there you go. The reason behind my absence. I want to remind all of you too while we're here to please, please, please be kind to all of the fic writers and/or other content creators in your fandom. We're all doing all of this free of charge. So please, if you don't like something we make, scroll past it. Don't be mean. We don't owe you anything. Don't ruin something that's supposed to be fun just because you don't find it as enjoyable as others might.

This is all I'm gonna say for now. Hopefully, I will have gotten my shit together by the time next upload schedule rolls around so that you guys could have the next part of Love Bugs on Monday.

Thank you for reading all the way through of this long-ass rant. Have a great day xx

[2af-afterdark]

I might reveal myself and send in some drawings when I feel a little braver...I'm a little shy, but I'll try my best to gather some courage to maybe render the outfit digitally before sending it in. But I can give some of my ideas here right now.(and also because I'm not 100% satisfied with the current outfit design...)

I tried to keep it vague but also have enough detail that it makes some sense(I'm also very bad at explanation...), but it might not so I'll answer any possible questions.(also I'm not a writer so it may suck...👉👈)

P.S. its a lot longer than I expected

In my version, instead of MC just suddenly get revealed that they've became God, they have to go through a process, where after they break the last contract, they starts to feel more fatigued than usual, and no amount of devil or human energy can give them their energy back. The Seraphim haven't been in the way for the last few weeks and something happened (I don't exactly have a solid reason yet) leading to all of the angels fill the sky, maybe they want to end everything all at once, hence the reason why they've been away to restore their number, train and such. This is also when MC is back by Satan's side in Gehenna, but they haven't chosen a king yet.

Then when the Seraphim descend from heaven, the closer they are to hell the more they can sense a Godly aura around, causing them to panic and look around frantically, when the Seraphim laid eyes on MC, all three froze since they can see that MC is the one radiating said aura. Giving them an entirely different goal, "Save God" basically. And the dynamic of the angels I used are based on your way of including them, so Gabriel is the main pursuer of MC. Then things happened, Gabriel disappeared, leaving Michael and Raphael to fight against, Satan, Belial, Astaroth and Sitri, while Ppyong, Paimon(he's carrying MC, bridal style), Leraye and Zagan protect and try to bring MC into a neighboring country to get more protection while they wait for further reinforcements. But the amount of angels overwhelmed them so Paimon has to put MC down but not before making sure that they're somewhat at a dead end so no one could ambush them from behind. After Paimon put MC down and started firing away, Gabriel appeared and flew straight at MC, none of the devil could shoot at him since his angel underlings are taking hits for him, so in one fell swoop he snatches MC and just started to fly up, making eye contact with Michael and Raphael signaling it's time to retreat, while MC make eye contact with Satan. Satan's anger fell as fear struck his heart. (My MC is a bit of a softer MC, so she just smiles and mouthed 'I will be fine' at Satan to reassure him that she'll survive, but he doesn't seem to be taking in none of that.) The other two Seraphim maneuver around Satan and his subordinates to return to the sky to retreat.

MC faint as they ascend to the sky and when they wake up the Seraphim are just staring at them. Then Gabriel mention about Devil and Human Energy, and how MC would need Angel Energy in heaven, so we had to fuck him. Then a few more days goes by and we fucked Michael and Raphael as well(hate fucking if you will). After a week up there MC just get encased by a cocoon of some kind, starting their "reborn into a God" stage. While they sleep in the cocoon, the devils came up with ideas to invade heaven and sensing the threat, Gabriel brought cocooned MC to the original God's "throne room"(Idk why I imagine he have one, but he have one) since its a little far from the main angel land, he think it should be safe. So when the day come where hell invade heaven, while the 72 devils rage war upon the lower rank angels, the 7 kings go searching for MC.

Something happens that lead the three Seraphim to guard cocooned MC and something lead the kings toward the throne room, making a 7v3 situation but before anything can happen, the cocoon cracks and crumble to reveal MC in a new outfit but with no extra addition or changes(I was planning on adding half and half wings, as well as a decorated halo and horns but I felt like that's too much, so I stuck with the simple designs of God we can see), who's kinda waking up, after the cocoon is completely off of MC and they're completely awake, they just wanted to end the war as quick as possible so they just hurriedly demand both the Seraph and kings to go out and stop the battles. Even though Michael and Raphael still have doubts, they follow MC's command anyways since they're outnumbered if they try to argue.

After the war ended, MC learns to move and create materials to rebuild any broken down houses n such. And while they're at that, they also tried building a whole court room for the judgement of the angels so that all of the devils that have suffered from the angel's actions could give their ideas, but in order to save their pretty asses, the devils can't kill the Seraphs, since they are needed to keep the human world in balance, because MC was tasked(during their time in the cocoon, a mysterious force gave them some tasks that they must do as the new God) with reviving or creating 2 more Seraphs to restore the amount to original. (My MC forgive the angels for trying to kill her several times, but did not forgive them for hurting and killing the people around her) so the final decision was sealed and the Seraphim have to serve their punishment for quite some time.

And that's all I have for now, I hope it wasn't hard to read (*´∇｀*)

You're good. I followed it.

I love that you made your own story inside the god!mc au! Honestly, I have one too, but I am still developing it based on what we learn about the angels (like, Raphael is way nicer to MC than Michael or Gabriel which is not what I expected at all).

But, ummm, 🦩anon send me their art off anon and I just post it without putting their name on it. You could do the same? Or I could just reply to you privately if you want? Honestly, we can do whatever you want (if you want to do anything at all).

I'm just a greedy little thing that wants to see what people make >w>

[theserenebean]

2003 Mikey slips inside, looking like he's been running from someone

The door swung shut behind him, the little bell chime announcing his arrival. He had a greeting for April on the tip of his tongue, but it disappeared as he took in his surroundings.

"Hi welcome to The Serene Bean, let me know if you have any questions," a voice rattled off with practiced friendliness.

Mikey stared at the girl at the counter, a human teenager with her red hair pulled back in a ponytail. Definitely not April. And that was not the smell of antiques, it was the smell of coffee.

And this human girl was just kind of watching him neutrally. Was he dreaming?

"Okay," he scratched his head, "This isn't where I expected to end up."

"Most people don't," she replied. "Or, uh, turtles either," she added a bit apologetically.

Mikey's face split with a huge grin. He didn't know how he'd ended up wherever this was instead of Second Time Around, but that was a problem to wrap his head around another time. The important immediate situation was: a stranger was being polite to him and that meant he was making a new friend.

He laughed, glancing surreptitiously at her name-tag. Red. "Yeah, I guess you don't get a lot of turtles around here, huh?"

"Actually--"

A new voice cut in as a worker appeared from around the corner. "It needs to be filled to the line," he called over his shoulder, "And don't leave the--oh."

He had turned to face Mikey fully.

"You'd be surprised," Red finished matter-of-factly.

"I didn't realize we had a customer," the other worker, who was also another mutant turtle, fussed. "You should've called."

"He hasn't ordered anything yet," Red replied. "Besides, I don't really trust Jones by himself back there."

Her words were punctuated with a loud crash.

The turtle sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "I don't really trust Jones period, to be honest."

Mikey's mind was reeling. He was staring at a walking talking in the flesh not one of his brothers for real mutant turtle, and a human who seemed completely chill with his existence--with their existence.

"Did you have any questions about the--"

He lunged forward, practically on the counter before he could think about what he was doing. "What's your name? How did you get a job here? Are there any openings? Not that I'm looking for a job, but like is that a thing that's possible? Can mutant turtles have jobs? Are you a mutant turtle?!"

"Uh, yeah. I'm actually--okay this might be a bit overwhelming--"

"Where do you live? Do you have to stay hidden, because it doesn't seem like you're staying hidden. We have kind of a community who's chill with us, too. Have you ever been to Second Time Around?"

"Whoa, whoa," the other turtle held up his hands, motioning for Mikey to slow down. "Take a deep breath, Mikey. I don't think--"

Mikey screeched, stumbling backwards, then moving to the other side of Red, as if the human he'd known for only one minute longer could or would protect him from this mysteriously familiar stranger.

"He knows my name!"

"This is why I'm up front," Red put her hands on her hips. "You and Jones always try to rush things."

The other turtle looked mildly indignant, then shrugged. "I'm just gonna get started on his drink. Mikeys always order the same thing on their first visit."

He turned around and busied himself with a blender, leaving Mikey to gape at Red, a hundred more questions in his eyes.

"So, do you want the short version, or more details?"

He blinked. Okay, that was actually a really thoughtful question. He kind of wanted all the details, except now that he was pausing to think about it he realized that his brain was buzzing way too much to take in any details at the moment.

But that was, like, a thing about him that his brothers knew. It was kind of weird for Red to know it.

"Short version," he decided, already planning to drag his brothers in here and get the detailed explanation together.

"I'm April, that's Donnie, Casey Jones is in the back. There are a bunch of versions of us, we're at kind of a mobile connecting point. So you could meet a bunch of versions of your brothers here if you come back a lot. Also, we have a loyalty card." She slid one across the counter. He scooped it up.

"Okay, I think I get it," he leaned back, stance slowly relaxing. "Kind of like the Battle Nexus, but for turtles and with coffee."

Red blinked twice, and shrugged. "Sure."

"So," Mikey was trying to process it all, make it fit more neatly in his head. "So, that's your Donnie?"

"Oh, no, that's not my Donnie. That's a different Donnie. Not that I have a Donnie. And my Casey isn't a cop. Not that I have a Casey."

She seemed oddly flustered.

"You don't have a Donnie? Or a Casey?!" He wished he hadn't brought it up. He would hate to learn about a multiverse where a bunch of versions of him had friends he didn't have. He was more determined than ever to be this April's friend.

"No, I do," she clarified hastily.

The other turtle, Donnie apparently, turned back to face him, drink in hand. "Her Donnie and Casey both have a crush on her."

"Ohhh," Mikey nodded as her odd behavior clicked into place. He didn't really know what it was like to have a crush or be crushed on, but he did have a lot of secondhand experience through his comic books, and man, love triangles were the worst.

"I am sorry you have to deal with that," he said sincerely, "But I'm not gonna lie, it's a big relief from what I thought you meant!"

"Yeah," she brushed her bangs out of her face, even though they fell right back in place. "Sorry. That did make it sound pretty bad, huh?"

He chuckled, hoping to lighten her mistake. It was only, like, his second time making friends with an actual human teenager, and she seemed crazy nervous. Not as nervous as his April had been, but she was also frazzled from being chased by Mousers and, well, not a teenager.

Maybe he'd drag Angel by later, too. She knew how to put people at ease.

"Can you imagine a world with all of us, and no Donatello?" he asked. "It would probably turn into, like, the bad ending of a video game."

Donnie's eyes crinkled fondly. "I think you'd be surprised how many people would say the same thing about their Mikeys." He pushed the drink across the counter.

Mikey blinked at it. "What's this?"

"Undue Harm."

He gave him a look. "Dude. I just gave you a compliment and you're giving me Undue Harm?"

He shrugged apologetically. "If you want something else--"

"No, no, wait," he snatched it up. "What's in it? How much does it cost?" He studied the menu.

"Hey, wait a minute. There aren't any prices on this menu!"

Donnie and Red exchanged a look.

"Everything comes with a price," Red explained, "But we can't always predict what it will be."

Mikey squinted at them suspiciously, but nonetheless took a noisy sip of his drink.

It was weird--and it was good! He felt almost indignant that they knew his tastes so well, when they'd only just met.

"I'll be back," he said mysteriously, walking backwards towards the door.

"Watch out for--"

He rolled across the table Red had been about to warn him about, then slipped back into the streets of New York.

[the-quiet-blogger]

"The Giggle"

You know it's been a while since I've gone truly absolutely batshit over a Doctor Who episode, but here we are. Spoilers, obviously, under the cut.

First of all: UNIT

While I'm not a huge fan of The Doctor working for/with Earth-based Space police, I think it's a great idea to have the companions in a safe environment where they have a place to use all of the knowledge they've gathered during their journey throughout the starts. They get paid to continue doing what they love and while it does set things up to have future (LIVING) companions to make little cameos (or even an option for a spin-off series, I think that it's ultimately a good choice that RTD decided to let the companions have a space where they can live, grow, and continue to help.

One problem I have with this is that this is exactly where Martha and Mickey went at the end of 10's run -- and yet absolutely 0 (zero) mention of them or their whereabouts. They're the OG companions joining UNIT, so where TF are they??

Also this guy?? The Vlinx?? I both love and hated that we didn't get much explanation for this Guy in the Chair. Just "Oh you're helping?! Sure! Absolutely no reason to think that this new alien and the weird thing that's happening are related ANYWAYS--"

A bit like Panda from JJK where it's just "yeah and this is Vlinx, it works here, moving on,"

LOVE the jab about antivaxxers using the narrative of the Zeedex. It DOES help, but since you're asking the masses (who all wholeheartedly believe that they are right and everyone else is wrong) to put this on, it becomes a bit harder -- we saw how Kate reacted the moment she willfully put it on. Also return of our #Queen for her role as the News Anchor. Glad she has a name now.

Secondly: Donna <3 my absolute beloved. She has grown so fucking much. From yelling at the world because that's the only way to be heard to quietly asking The Doctor what is wrong. She has grown into her own woman, though of course still missing a lot of main action before the metacrisis was resolved (I could write a whole other deep dive about that episode too). When she noticed that the laughter was notes -- "The Giggle" hiding behind the screen, I was so proud of her. This is why the Doctor needs an "every day" human -- and Donna is so blunt that she won't hold back on her observations, though I have to wonder if the whole recorder conversation with Rose was how she came out. I hope so, that's just so chaotic.

I've seen some people argue that there is still some TimeLord in her because of how smart she's been in these last few episodes.

To that I say

"bitch, do you not remember the bees disappearing???"

Donna Noble is a genius and an idiot. Both can exist in the same person, in the same character, and that's exactly what they proved with the previous episode.

and SPEAKING OF her being a genius

She loves The Doctor, not romantically, but in a "platonic soulmate" kind of way that makes my heart full. When she realized that The Doctor never mentioned Mel or any of their adventures, she pointed it out. Not only that, she told The Doctor point-blank that there's always something that the Time Lord seems to be running from. There's never really been a moment when he's stopped and talked about any of the shit that he's been through and she can tell that it's starting to wear on him.

"Maybe that's why your old face came back. You're wearing yourself out"

and he immediately changes the subject and charges forward despite her telling him a harsh truth. She's travelling with him again, sure, but it was supposed to be some short little trip and I think the main reason she went with him in the first place (whether or not she will admit it) is because she saw her friend in crisis and wanted to be around to help -- to figure out what exactly he needed from her. With each episode, she's tried to guess why his old face came back, but nothing stuck.

The fucking puppet show.

Now, I feel like this is a great way to catch up new fans with any old Doctor trauma that they may have missed. It was also a way to shove it into The Doctor's face just how many of his loved ones that he was responsible for killing.

Now, before I hear any one say "but what about ______??"

Rory wasn't as close to The Doctor as Amy had been. "The first face this face saw" and while they did become closer later on, he would always have a special place in his heart for Amy. He watched her die for fucks sake.

Martha wasn't mentioned because as far as he knows, she's still alive and kicking ass. That's part of the reason he will up and abandon certain companions, so he doesn't get them hurt.

The Fam - left behind and alive. Remember 2/3 of the original Fam chose to step away from the TARDIS and Yaz was left before 13 could regenerate as she "needed to do this on [her] own". While, yes, I'm sure the Doctor feels guilty about leaving them behind, it's not nearly as bad as getting them killed.

Anyone else had either survived as far as The Doctor was aware, or hadn't been as close as those particular companions. That is why those 3 were chosen.

Now, back to the puppet show

Mentioning not only the lost companions but also the Flux

God I do not have the time to go into this half-assed recreation of a tragedy trying to be as big and bad as the Time War and Gallifrey. I feel like Chris Chibnall felt snubbed with a female presenting Doctor and gave us the most half-written mediocre bull shit he could have. RTD is already having to fix it with mentioning it several times and exactly what happened in the aftermath. Just looking up "Doctor Who Flux" you get so many results that all try to "explain" it.

If your audience has to look up how your writing makes sense, you aren't smarter or cleverer than the masses, it's just shit writing.

However,

While the actual Flux episodes and following regeneration made it hard to understand not only what happened, RTD breaks it down.

There was a terrible decision to be made. The universe was dying. The Doctor had to choose and a lot of deaths now lay on the Time Lord's shoulders.

BUT! That was also the only piece of The Doctor's trauma that couldn't be waved away with

Which is when The Doctor challenged the Toymaker to a game.

Back too 2023, we get...quite honestly one of the best scenes I've seen in New Who, only rivalled by Here Come the Drums with the Master dancing along. No, Rasputin doesn't come close to this cunty rendition of Spice Up Your Life.

Amazing, cunty, terrifying, entertianing, and fun.

"I think they're still falling" -- BITCH?!?!?! Ugh. I want more of the Toymaker. What a fun villain and Neil Patrick Harris knocked it out of the goddamn park. No matter what you thought about this episode, this dance routine was a highlight.

I also love the reference to when The Doctor had tried to reason with The Master, asking to go amongst the stars with fun filled adventures, taking on the burden of being their jailer and caretaker for the rest of eternity if it meant that humanity was safe.

Of course, we all know what comes after the Toymaker refuses the call to the stars.

I immediately started crying. Before The Doctor even started with those last words, I wasn't ready to say goodbye. We went from "I don't want to go" to "allons-y". From him dying alone in his TARDIS to being immediately surrounded by loved ones

"He's not dying alone"

And he didn't have to.

I choked on my crying so hard I almost died myself. I know David Tennant had always said that he thought The Doctor was asexual to some degree, but this is just ridiculous. /pos

But, when you consider the salt line at the edge of the universe and how that myth became a reality because of The Doctor's actions -- the fact that bigeneration was once a myth and now a reality suddenly opens up a whole door of possibilities for this upcoming season with Ncuti Gawa.

Now, The Doctor(s)

14 was consistently surprised in their actions, their off-the-hand comments. Something that 10 always struggled with was saying how much people meant to them.

And one thing about 14, they are filled with love. They openly say "I love ____" whereas 10 never did.

"Rose Tyler, I--"

Having to leave those he loved behind, never wanting to admit when he cared more than he did. As long as he spun and ran away from his feelings, they could never catch up to him. Right?

14 is different, always saying "I'm here", "You're okay" and slinging around the word "love" as if they would never grow tired of it. 14, obviously, is The Doctor after Amy, Clara, Billie, and the Fam. After avoiding a family with the Ponds, losing Clara after realizing they were toxic for her, a friend who never expected anything more from them, and Yaz's fam who only wanted to be a safe space for them to be able to turn to. Yaz, the last companion that was pushed away by The Doctor, had loved them and told them so and gotten nothing in return.

And there were so many different ways that 14 showed this love. So many hugs!! So many reassurances!! And so much love that The Doctor was sharing amongst everyone who could hear them -- and yet not a drop of that love or compassion showed inwards.

I am so emotional about this hug, it's not even funny. Literally healing their younger self. The love, the understanding, the "I'm here" -- finally someone who understands literally everything 14 has gone through. The acceptance of the hug (THE TUCK INTO THE NECK?!?!?FSKFBWILDNLADN) I fell to my knees!!!!! SOBBING!!!!!!!!

BUT!!! Not only is 15 born on the battlefield, but also born surrounded by love and fun. Pants or not, 15 is ready to save the world and make it a good time for those around them. Self assured, fun, smiling, and loving-- 15 jumps into the world with a confused hug and love for their past & current self. After years of therapy, I keep hearing some of the same phrases along the lines of "you have to look to your past/younger self and let them know that it's okay, that they shouldn't have had to go through all of that alone" and this was exactly that, only on a Time Lord scale.

Now, personally, I had fun watching the game of catch with the Toymaker after 15 was introduced. I thought it was a fun way to share the spotlight with Gawa as the 15th Doctor and let the audience know some hints as to what we have to look forward to.

The terms of endearment melted my little heart. I'm always a sucker for a good nickname, both in real life and in fiction and 15 was full of them.

"Honey, sweetie, pumpkin pie, you are too traumatized to be flying the TARDIS right now, get OUT and take a NAP"

That was basically what was said, right?

And then this...home. The Doctor having a family. This is quite honestly the perfect, happiest ending that The Doctor wearing this particular face could have had. All those years running away, fighting hard, and keeping on a strong face, and this is what that was for. All that running and avoiding, and love for everyone else but themself and now they finally can take a break and focus on taking time to say "what the hell". Maybe go to therapy. There's so much fic potential for this as well, the kinds of companions they could run into casually or little every day struggles that are literally alien to them.

I've seen a lot of posts upset that this plot point seemed to be circling around two points: 1) this a repeat of the metacrisis ending and 2) not the first time The Doctor had domestic bliss.

To that, I say:

the metacrisis Doctor was half human and would be able to grow old with Rose in that parallel universe. It was also the traumatic ending of the DoctorDonna (or so we thought) and on that beach, the Doctor, the Time Lord Doctor, still couldn't say how much Rose meant to him. He also said that living life, day after day, was the one thing that he could never have.

2. On Tranzalore, The Doctor was not resting. He was taking care of the tear in the universe and defending it from the monsters that would constantly be on the attack. Every day was a fight. And when he spent those 24 years with River Song, he knew that this was the last time they would meet before her end. How can you relax when you know that these are the last moments you're going to have with your loved one. You watched them die and this is the best that you can do with them in their last days, knowing that you can't stop death from coming.

And there is something so incredibly healing about The Doctor allowing themselves to stay here, with only occasional trips to the Moon with their favorite niece. and the possibility of them perhaps becoming a Curator -- who knows!!

And now we have Ncuti Gawa's 15th Doctor to look forward to and all of time and space!! I am so incredibly excited to see where this takes us on Christmas.

[elliottshadowcadet]

okay now that i'm done watching shameless i am going to share every single thought i have about it. first thing first, season 11 was terrific and sometimes painfully cringe to watch and made me want to throw something at the screen but ya. the season finaly sucked and i kinda hated the ending cus it was so vague and lame in a way? like the only thing i liked was that when frank died he got flashbacks of memories with his kids which made it feel more emotional and like we've been with them for a big part of their life (which we basically have watching them grow up) and i guess it also made me feel like he somewhat cared about his children? it gave a whole nostalgic feel to it. i also didn't like all the plot holes and open endning situation, like i want to know if carl and arthur bought the alibi, and how kev and v's lives changes after they moved and what everyone else do with their lifes. LIKE did lip and tami have another baby and did debbie and that crazy woman heidi who got introduced in the last two epidodes run away to texas? AND LIAM, actually so so mad bc they have done his character so dirty and he's been forgotten so many times. i did like the scene where he could feel franks prescence in the alibi right when he died, but like then what? he was going to live with lip and tami i think? ian and mickey are probably going to be fine in their new apartment but yea kinda meh. ALSO don't know if people noticed but in the first episode of season 1 frank introduced his kids in the same kind of way he said goodbye to them in the last episode of season 11. kinda liked that little detail. THERE AREE ALSO SO SO MANY CHARACTERS WHO HAVE JUST DISAPPEARED AND NEVER REALLY GOT AN EXPLANATION AS TO WHY, LIKE MANDY- what happened to her ? i miss my girl and i wanted her redemption arc after all that shit shes gone through😭

anywho, i still have no idea of who my favorite character is because it is constantly changeing, like i love-hate almost all of them yk? but some of them are definetely at the top, like kev and v for example AND LIP fucking love lip. AND SVETLANA I LOVE HER SM. i also miss sheila she was a girlboss </3 carl and ian are also in the top 5 for sure and i ABSOLUTELY LOVE liam and wish he could have gotten a better storyline sooner. debbie is a very hated character which is understandable to a certain point, but a lot of her bad behavior just like many of the other gallaghers come from their parents, which many people seem to forget when it comes to debbie? the way fiona treats debbie in the later seasons also play a big role in her change i think, but thats what kinda makes me angry when it comes to the debbie slander. people forgive fiona and say that her behavior is from needing to take the parental role at a very young age and from the abuse frank and monica put her through, which is true, but that last part is also the case for debbie ? and the other gallaghers as well. i just think its strange how people only seem to forget that when it is about debbie yk? then again she has made many horrible and bad desicions which makes her character unlikeable and i totally get and agree on that. one last thing i have been thinking about and can't really understand is why most of the gallagher siblings think that frank is a better parent than monica just because he's been more physically present? like that makes no sense, because most of their trauma comes from the alcoholic abusive dad who's never been there for them mentally or physically, but since monica left completely and frank "stayed" she is portrayed as this monster of a mother who left her kids. now i am not saying that she was a good mother, but she has not put the kids through close enough as much as frank has, and that is why i'm confused as to why they hate her more.

buy yo think that was it for now

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

Grim sent one more, powerful ball of blue fire, landing the last blow to the trickster ghosts.

"Hwaaahhh! We gotta get out of here! Before we get disappeared for good!" The largest ghost yelped as his friends agreed, fading into the background."

Several moments of silence passed, Yuu and Grim shocked at the results of their teamwork.

"H-huh? Did we... win?" Grim gasped, making his way to her.

"I... I think so?" In relief, Yuu slumped to the ground. It took her one moment before she began to laugh excitedly, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. "Grim! That...That was incredible! You were so cool!"

"Aw, geez. I was scared outta my-" Grim stopped himself, before proudly puffing out his chest. "I mean, they didn't faze me one bit! Just a walk in the park for a mage of my caliber! Whaddaya got to say now, ghosties? That's right!" He hopped up, a small celebration in his tired demeanor.

Yuu heard footsteps behind her, turning her head to see that the headmage had simply spawned behind her.

"Good evening! In another gesture of my immense kindness, I have brought you dinner!" He chirped, holding a plastic bag with food in tupperware. Something in the bag made her stomach turn, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste.

Crowley placed the bag on a table before he finally noticed Grim, who sat near her stomach. Crowley raised a confused brow. "Wait. That's the creature we ejected for causing trouble at orientation! What is it doing here?!" He exclaimed tensely.

Grim did not take too kindly to the way he was addressed, as he immediately stood up and glared at the headmage. "Takin' care of yer ghost problem, that's what. You're welcome, by the way!"

"What is the meaning of this, Miss Yuu?" He asked.

"He came looking for shelter, I gave it to him. He helped me escape the ghosts." She gave a short explanation.

"You know, on that topic, I do seem to recall that this dorm had a mischievous ghost problem." Crowley mentioned. "Ah, yes... That's why it was abandoned, in fact. The ghosts scared away all the students." Yuu stopped him, glaring.

"You mean to tell me... that you KNEW and you still put me here?!" She cried, making Crowley jump slightly.

"W-well, Anyway. Are you saying that you two joined forces to drive them away?" He turned to Grim, avoiding her icy gaze that bore into the back of his head.

"'Joined forces' ain't exactly how I'd describe it. More like I drove 'em away, and the human watched." Grim stated. Yuu dropped her glare, and her jaw dropped slightly at the insulting representation.

"And I only did it 'cause I wanted some tuna. Hey... Wait a minute! I never got that tuna ya promised!" Grim turned to look at her.

"Would you two be so kind as to demonstrate your ghost-eradication methods for me?" Crowley asked.

Grim snorted exasperated me. "One, no, 'cause I already wiped 'em all out. And two, no, 'cause where's my tuna?!" He glared, clearly hungry. Crowley chose to ignore the little monster and proceeded to corner the two, leaving little room for refusal.

"I will play the part of the ghosts. As for the tuna, you'll receive it when you defeat me. Oh!" Crowley chirped. "What generosity, Crowley..." He sang as he pulled out a vial with a thick liquid, uncovering it. "Now, to chug this transmutation potion!"

A strong minty scent wafted over to her, making her gag and quickly turn away. Yuu turned to look, only to see the man down the thick, neon green liquid. She shuddered at what she imagined the texture might be, turning away once again.

"Ugh." She wrinkled her nose in distaste, turning back to face Crowley. She jumped back slightly when she noticed that in place of the tall, birdlike man, floated a ghostly white figure wearing a crow mask.

"... Crowley?" She brought her hand up to massage her temple.

"Yes, my dear?" The apparition responded, giving her Crowley's signature smile.

"What the frick is this?"

Chapter 7