#I’m glad we’re aliens together

[spocksgotemotions]

was talking to my friend (also recent autism discoverer) and we were talking about our experiences growing up as autistic but not knowing it. And she was like “I always knew I was an alien :)” and it just :) yeah we’re aliens together and we found someone else from the same planet AND we also have Spock. Isnt that nice

[demonic0angel]

Think you could write anything for Ghost King Danny/Plant Sam?

(Sure 🫡)

She was feeding her children when she felt him. His overwhelming presence meant that any of his citizens could instinctively call him out when he passed by.

She turned and gave a little bow. “Your majesty.”

“My lady,” Danny replied, just as teasingly.

Sam rolled her eyes and threw another piece of meat towards her Saturn flytraps. They chewed messily on the meat, gurgling and crooning from happiness. Danny eventually walked up next to her, looking around at her garden. An overhanging vine dropped down and wrapped itself around his neck, but he didn’t seem to mind.

She sighed and reached over to untangle the vine, before it could choke him again. “You’re too careless.”

“They’re your children, so they’re also my children, right?” Danny said softly. “What’s there to be afraid of?”

Sam looked away, her face feeling hot. “Whatever. It’s your funeral.”

Danny grinned, wide and fanged. “Yes it is. And you’re one of the stars.”

Sam smiled a little and then asked, “How is everyone else? I heard that there’s going to be a party, right?”

Danny sighed. Two alien butterflies drifted nearby and landed on his shoulders. He gently brushed them off as he complained, “You’ve been away for so long that you forgot? It’s our engagement party, Sam. We’re going to announce our marriage to the Infinite Realms.”

Sam had not forgotten. She only wanted Danny to say it aloud. She hummed and drawled out, “Ohhhh.”

Danny gave her a light glare. He stated, “You didn’t forget, did you?”

“Not at all, your majesty. I’m glad we’ll be finally making it official. We’ll be together… for eternity.”

[emmyrosee]

My Baby Midoriya and Secretive Dating? Or, if you're not up to that, trying out a new activity and he's absolutely rambling because he researched everything there is about whatever you're doing with him... but you still manage to pull out a surprise card, maybe?

You look both ways as you make your way down to the dining hall to be with your man, meeting him for some frozen to baked cookies to be shared in the dorm room that you’d also have to sneak into. By the time you make it to the kitchen, he’s already setting up a baking sheet, humming to himself absentmindedly. You grin and slowly slink up to him and, once you’re officially behind him, you skitter your fingers up his side, making him yelp and jump to the side.

“Baby!” He whines, but it’s mingled with a smile. “Scared me!”

“Good,” you giggle, leaning into his side where he then wraps his arms around you, planting a kiss to your head. “That’s what you get for not waking me up to be with you.”

“I didn’t want to bother you!”

“You’re my boyfriend!” You scoff, hopping up and onto the counter while he loads the baking sheet into the oven. “You could never bother me!” He smiles happily and plants himself between your legs, burying his face in your chest and inhaling your scent off of your collarbone. “But it’s okay. I’m glad I’m here now.”

“Good,” he sighs. “Had a bad day… been looking forward to this all day.”

“Awww, my poor baby,” you croon, hooking your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulder, pressing a loving kiss to his temple when suddenly-

“I’m telling you, Kaminari, the likelihood of being abducted by aliens is slim to none-“

“But never zero!”

A panicked blonde and comforting red head come around the corner into the kitchen, and you freeze stone cold. All pairs of eyes lock onto each other, only for Izuku to burst out in a flush and once his mouth opens, it’s over.

“Kirishima and Kaminari, wow it’s so good to see you guys! What’re you doing here so late, we’re making cookies because that’s what friends do together, do you guys ever make cookies, making cookies with your friends is so fun, and you should try it sometime with the group because that’s what friends do!”

You snicker and bury your face in Izuku’s hair, trying to stifle your laughter from your poor, embarrassed boyfriend. You tighten your grip on him, secretly happy it’s Kirishima and Kaminari to find out first.

Kirishima chuckles while Kaminari sinks his teeth into his lip to hide his excitement for this new discovery. Kirishima raises his hands, “we’ll keep it in mind, Midoriya… but maybe another time.”

“Yeah,” Kaminari hums. “Only best friends make cookies at two in the morning, right Kirishima?”

“Right,” the red head agrees. He grabs Kaminari by the collar and drags him out of the room, “well, you kids have fun with your… secret cookies…”

“Will do, Eiji,” you giggle, resting your head on Izuku’s and watching as the pair leaves.

The room is quiet for a few minutes before he swallows thickly and turns his head to look at you, “so… do you think they know…?”

You snort, “with the way you lie? I’m sure they’ve always known, baby.”

“Darn…”

[unholywriter]

Stars | Jaime Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Paring: Magic Reader x Symbiotic alien infused bug boy.

a/n: I know it’s definitely not the time of year for Christmas but enjoy. 💙🪲

It was later, and your shift was ending. Working at a bar downtown in Palmera City, you never knew what kind of rambunctious shenanigans would unfold. But, for Christmas Eve, it was quiet. It was a godly slow day, not many stopped by aside the few occasional regulars wishing good holidays. Thankfully, it was coming to an end. Setting up the bar stools on the table, and making sure all was clean, capped and put away. You slid out the door, locking it behind you. Palmera was nippy, but it doesn’t get too terribly cold around this time of year.

Pulling up your scarf you walked looking at the text message from Jaime, your lover. A smile blanketed your face.

Jaime: Close went good?

You: Yes. Just stepping out now.

Jaime: Need a pick up? I’m near by.

You: What, a roof top a block over?

Jaime: Hey, rooftops are peaceful. 🥺

You: So is being wrapped up in my bfs arms but, sadly you like rooftops more. 😈

Jaime: You’re not going to let me live that down huh? Also, lamp post. 😂😭

As you read the last part you halted immediately. You were a few inches from running into it. You took a breath in and smiled looking up to the sky to see a silhouette of a particular blue looking suited boyfriend of yours. But you knew he was grinning ear to ear underneath that mask.

“tfihs em oot sih edis.” You whispered. Now it was your turn to grin ear to ear as you materialize right beside him. You swore a squeak left his mouth.

“Dios mío mi amor!” He hitched his breath, dramatically placing his hand on his chest. “You know you could have just let me come down and meet you right?”

“Maybe I like the rooftops too.” You smile, and move in closer to embrace him. He embraced you back, and just like he read your thoughts, and well. Khaji reading his; the suit’s mask dematerialized revealing his gorgeous face underneath. And damn those beautiful brown doe eyes of his.

“You were just teasing me about it.” He rolled his eyes, his grip gently squeezing you.

“I know.” You placed your lips against his tenderly, running your fingers though his hair as he kissed you back just as sweetly. “I’ve missed you JaiJai.”

“Sorry for being gone a week, I thought we caught wind on a lead for Ted.” He said grimly. His mood changing only made you soften your expression with more concern.

“How’s Jenny?” You pulled away slowly. You still didn’t leave his touch though. But you knew making sure he was okay and being his emotional support is more important than craving deep intimacy at the moment from him.

“She’s doing well for someone who found out her father is alive. Just not knowing where he is, you know. She’s worried.” He began to explain, his tone and pace nerve racked. You could only assume because, Ted, being his predecessor. A man he’s never met before. Definitely an unregulated, stressful situation. Not only that, Jenny and Jaime had some moments together. But, she stepped away knowing you two were more or so in love with each other without each other knowing. She was the one, (and Milagro) who gave you both a push ironically. Now it’s been a few months after Jaime had Khaji Da infused within him, Victoria Kord, and Jaime’s father almost dying. It’s been rough, but you’ve been there. As a best friend and his lover. He is thankful, and you know it. Just as much as you’ve been thankful for him all these years.

“I’m glad, but we’re here for her. She has you. And Milagro always makes it her business to make sure she and all of us are okay. So honestly, Jenny will be alright.” You smile, entangling your fingers within his. “You will be alright too, got that mi querido?”

“Loud and clear.” He smiled brightly, fighting back his tears. You reached up, rubbing your finger against his cheek.

“So, do you still want to visit the tree in town square?” You ask, making sure he’s up for it. Yes distractions are nice too get away from everything but you can’t always run away.

“Of course. But I actually had a better idea.” His grin pulled further, a bit of mischief being one of your favorite signature looks that spread across his face.

“What do you have in mind?” You grinned back, curious to what your boyfriend had in store.

“Just trust me?” He grabbed both your hands gently and started to walk backwards, leading you too the edge.

“Always.” You tittered softly, turning back into a soft smile. He then lifted you into his arms. His wings materialized and off you two went. The view was beautiful, of course you’re used to flying via magic yourself but being in his arms with the breeze hitting you even if it was chilly was very peaceful. Soon you could see Palmera City Square, the large Christmas tree erect in all its multicolored glory for season cheer.

“So pretty.” You spoke softly. “What now?”

You both now hovered a far distance from and over the tree. The crowd gathered below enjoying the festivity. “I thought we could have a once in a life time experience not many normal people can experience.”

“Oh?” You tucked some of his curled hair behind his ear still nice and snug in his arms. “So we’re not normal?”

Your tease made him laugh. “I have an alien symbiotic peice of technology infused into my back and connected to every cell in my human body and you? Well, you’ve never been normal mi tesoro.”

The tease back earned him a gentle smack to his shoulder. “Wow, if this is your way too whoo me tonight I might just have to up my game.”

“Hey! I meant you not being normal in the best way possible!” He cheesed. And you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I know my love. So what now?” You beamed happily. Patiently waiting for his goofy, lovable plan of his. Because well, both of you were sixty or so feet in the air and you were beginning to wonder if people looked up wondering what or who was hovering above them.

“Well.” He then begin to help you to where you were now dangling closely together. But your feet hung out, and gravity wasn’t to kind. “Uh.” He laughed nervously, his plan not working in his favor for the moment. “I was going to see if we could just, dance? But, I honestly didn’t think this part through.”

“It’s okay Jaime, that’s why having a girlfriend with magic comes in handy.” You giggled. Holding him close. Taking a breath in you closed your eyes and met his again. “Ekam eht ria a ecnad roolf, kaolc su nihtiw eht thgin.”

With ease your feet met an invisible flooring underneath the both of you. He looked down awe stuck with bewilderment but quickly smiled back. “What did…?”

“Now we can dance.” You took your arms wrapping them around his neck. He tenderly held you by your back. From below Christmas music rang, the smell of peppermint and pine filled both your senses. Laughter and happiness from people all over could be heard. It was truly magical.

“Okay, so bear with me mi amor. My two left feet might become a problem.” His cheeks turned a tint of pink, and soon an even more embarrassed expression crossed his face. “No Khaji!” He looked over his shoulder in a fit of sheepishness. Your smile pulled further.

“What did she say this time?”

“She said she could help me learn because she indulged herself to the internet the other night.” He rolled his eyes yet again.

“Oh no, that poor thing.” You gasped in actual horror. “I hope she didn’t delve too deep into the endless web of dark and treacherous Fortnite dances.”

“Do not give her any ideas.” He widened his eyes. You laughed again. Waiting patiently. “Besides, even if I trip over my feet as long as I’m dancing with you no matter how bad I am - that’s all that matters to me”.

You blushed softly. “Me too. Then lead the way Jai.”

Slowly, he began to lead. His steps a bashful disaster. But, he kept at it, soon both you moving in a circle of rhythm. “I think, I think we got!” He looked down and snapped back up with his playful, dramatic expression of giddiness. One of the many things that you fell in love with about him.

“We are!” You pressed your lips together tighter, and he then placed his forehead against yours.

“Feliz navidad mi estrella.” He said softly as the bells began to chime signifying midnight. “I love you so much y/n.”

“Feliz navidad Jaime. I love you so very much too amor de mi vida.” You softly spoke back. A gentle kiss was exchanged, and the both of you continued to dance above the city square. Locked deep in each other’s arms, but more importantly deep within each other’s hearts. And man, were the stars so pretty tonight as they watched the both of you fall in love deeply.

[victoria-writes]

Love Diagnosis

Pairing: Adrian Monk x Reader

Summary: Monk has a crush on his new assistant (reader) and talks to his therapist about it

Word Count: 1,544

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used for the reader. Trudy Monk, Leland Stottlemeyer, and Natalie Teeger are mentioned but don't make an appearance. Entire fic is just dialogue between Adrian and Dr. Kroger. Mentioned age gap between Monk and the reader.

Read it on AO3 here

Story:

“You don’t understand, doctor. This isn’t some cute crush. I can’t get her out of my head!”, Monk said frantically from the chair he sat in across from his therapist.

“Adrian”, Dr. Kroger began while taking off his glasses and sitting forward in his chair, “it’s perfectly normal to look forward to seeing someone you like. It seems that you and Y/N have developed a special relationship and it’s only natural for you to think of her. If anything, this is great progress. It means you’re moving on after losing Trudy”.

“No, no, no, no”, said Adrian as he waved his hands about, “I am not moving on from Trudy. She is my wife. Y/N is a parasite who has infected my brain. She’s probably an alien. That’s the only explanation. A very pretty alien, but an alien”.

Dr. Kroger smiled, “Y/N is not an alien. It’s okay to be scared. You and Trudy were together for a long time and you were both very devoted to each other”.

“I can’t be scared because I’m not moving on. How can I be scared to do something I’m not doing?”

“Adrian-“

“It’s like she’s taken me hostage in my own mind. Everywhere I look, she’s all I think about. I walked into a CVS with Natalie today to get more wipes and I saw the shampoo section. Why was my first thought ‘What kind of shampoo does Y/N use? She always smells so nice.’?” 

Dr. Kroger sets his glasses on the table next to him, “I’m going to suggest something that may sound a little crazy to you. Have you considered telling her how you feel?”

“…Dr. Kroger”, Monk scoffed, “Are you sure we’re sitting in the right seats? Because where I’m sitting it seems that you may be the one that needs help if you think that is a reasonable solution.”

“So I’m going to take that as a no.”

“Of course, I haven’t talked to her about it!”

“And why is that?”

“….well…”

“Well?”

“…” 

“You’re frightened she may not feel the same way as you do.”

“…yes”

“And if she does feel the same way, you don’t want to know because then you’d have to accept the fact that you’re in love with a woman after Trudy’s passing.”

“yes”, Monk grumbled while looking at the floor with sudden interest.

“So you think it’s better to bury your feelings deep inside and only let them out during our sessions”

“Now you’re getting it. I’m so glad we could come to an understanding”, Monk smiled and sat back in his chair, relieved. 

“Adrian, these feelings aren’t just going to disappear overnight because you don’t want to face them. You see her almost every day now.”

“This is all Natalie’s fault.”, Adrian furrowed his brows as he spoke, “I wouldn’t have had to hire another assistant if she didn’t need so many days off.”

“Natalie needed the time off to take care of her daughter as a single mother. It’s a miracle she was able to balance work and her child for as long as she did.”

“Yeah, well, she should’ve balanced for longer so I wouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“Tell me, what is it that you like about Y/N?”

“She smells nice.”

“You mentioned that already”

“She’s a good assistant. She’s very clean and doesn’t touch me without asking. I like her hairstyle too, not just the shampoo. Her nails are neat and manicured, so I don’t feel disgusted by the thought of her touching me.”

“Anything else?”

“When she does touch me…her hands are soft.”

Dr. Kroger looked at Adrian with raised eyebrows and interest written across his face.

“Y/N, she has a certain way of talking. She emphasizes certain words in her sentences and talks with her hands.” 

At this point, Adrian is staring up at the ceiling and smiling fondly as he pictures Y/N in his mind, “She gets so animated when she’s passionate. And she has so many strong opinions on things. Things I never even give a second thought to. Just the other day, she went on a very passionate rant about what kind of handle she prefers on umbrellas.”

“I would’ve thought you’d have an opinion on that sort of thing.” 

“Oh, I do now that I’ve thought about it. I much prefer the curved handles to the straights ones, even if they have grooves for the fingers to sit”, he scoffs and shakes his head, “the fingers are never as comfortable on those as they are on the curved handles and-“

“I think we’re getting off track here. Is there anything you dislike about her?”

“Oh, yes”, Adrian quickly nodded, “She’s a horrible driver and always parks crooked. She’s lucky she has me or she’d anger a lot of other drivers with her parking.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She chews on her mints and I can’t stand the sound. What psychopath chews on those? You’re supposed to let them sit in your mouth.”

“I see.”

“She stands too close to me wherever we go. Like I said she doesn’t touch me without asking but she’s always so close.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Yes, my heart starts to beat very fast and I can’t breathe sometimes. Once I thought I was having a heart attack but she told me I was just having a panic attack and made me do breathing exercises with her.”

“Did they help?”

“Yes, but only for a little bit because she kept standing close to me after that. She was worried I would faint so she stood even closer.”

“And?”

“I’ve never had clammier hands in my life.”

“Did you have these symptoms when you first started to see Trudy?”

“I…I don’t remember. It was all so long ago. Let’s not talk about that.”

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. Let’s move on from that.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“I had eggs for breakfast this morning but the yolk was a little too runny. That made my skin itch.”

“Let’s not talk about eggs.”

“Okay.”

“If you and Y/N were to enter a romantic relationship-“

“That would never happen.”

“Humor me for a second. If you and Y/N entered a romantic relationship, what do you think it would be like? Truly imagine it for me. What would dating Y/N look like?”

“I…I don’t know. I’m not dating her so how would I know?”

“Just try and imagine it.”

“Okay.”, Adrian sighed quietly as he closed his eyes, “Okay. I’m imagining.”

“Go on.”

“We’d have to spend a lot of time together. That’s what couples do.”

“What would that time spent together look like?”

“I suppose we would hang out at my house. Go to different places around town. Maybe to that coffee shop she likes.”

“Which shop is that?”

“The one on third avenue with the blue walls.”

Adrian’s eyes were still closed but he could hear the smile in Dr. Kroger’s voice, “You remember the kind of things she’s passionate about, little details about her, and even what coffee shop she likes.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job to remember things about people.”

“Do you know how she takes her coffee?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know how Natalie takes her coffee?”

“No”

“Do you know how Captain Stottlemeyer takes his coffee?”

“No”

“Interesting. Have you ever thought about kissing Y/N?”

Adrian opened his eyes, “I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I find it very relevant. Have you thought about kissing her?”

Adrian took a long pause before answering, “Yes. Once she stood very close to me, she stands much too close to me, and I…”

“You…?”

“I was looking at her lips and I started to lean in but I pulled away.”

“Did she know you wanted to kiss her?”

“I don’t think so. When she asked why I was staring I lied and told her she had dry lips and needed to put on chapstick. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. Her lips looked very”, he pauses looking for the right word in his mind “soft.”

“Has she ever indicated any interest in you in a romantic sense?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”, Dr. Kroger sighs, “Adrian, there is only one solution to this dilemma and that is to speak to her about it.”

“That would be highly inappropriate. I’m her employer and several years older than her.”

“While that is true, she has the right to know about this. She spends nearly every day with you.”

“What if she quits? Then, I’d have to find another assistant and I don’t want her to go.”

“That is a risk you’ll just have to take. It is much more likely that she will either tell you she doesn’t feel the same way or that she does. She’s your assistant but she’s your friend too. I’m sure she’d understand.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“But what is she does?”

Monk sat in silence with no rebuttal prepared. What could he possibly say to that?

“We’re nearing the end of our time together, Adrian. Next time you see Y/N, politely tell her how you’ve been feeling about her.” 

“...”

“Adrian, tell her.”

“Yes, Dr. Kroger.”

“I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

[thegingergoddess]

au prompt: "I don't know what the hell happened last night, but never again am I mixing my drinks."

The morning light filtered through the curtains, and the Doctor awoke with a pounding headache. He blinked against the brightness, feeling disoriented, groggily rubbing his eyes.

Donna Noble was jolted awake by his mumbling. She froze in disbelief. Trying to gather her thoughts, she turned her head, and her heart dropped. Beside her lay the Doctor, his hair in disarray and a slight smile on his face.

With a groan, Donna tried to piece together what happened. Flashbacks of dancing, laughter, and some very questionable drink choices began to surface. “I don’t know what the hell happened last night,” she muttered to herself, “but never again am I mixing my drinks!”

Just then, the Doctor stirred beside her, blinking rapidly as he came to. “Morning, sunshine!” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

“I have no idea!” Donna shot back, her mind racing. “But I’m pretty sure we’re in some strange place, and I’m not sure how we got here!”

The Doctor sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as he surveyed their surroundings. “Right. Last night… we went to that bar, didn’t we? And then—”

“Then we danced with some aliens who insisted on teaching us their ‘traditional’ drinks,” Donna interrupted, feeling the color rise in her cheeks. “And I think I might have kissed a giant green creature. Or did I just dream that?”

A grin spread across the Doctor’s face. “You definitely did. And it was quite a sight!”

Donna rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “Well, I’m glad you found it amusing. Meanwhile, I’m going to need a strong cup of tea and a few hours to recover from whatever madness we got into.”

“Tea can be arranged,” the Doctor said, hopping out of bed with renewed energy. “But first, we need to figure out what we did last night and why there’s a giant rubber chicken on the floor.”

Donna glanced down, her jaw dropping in disbelief. “I don’t even want to know. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to life and start chasing us!”

As they both burst into laughter, the absurdity of the situation settled in, and the realization that they would face whatever chaos lay ahead together brought them a sense of comfort. They were in this mess, but they would find a way to sort it out—just like they always did.

With a shared determination, they began their hilarious quest to unravel the events of the previous night, ready to embrace the wild and unpredictable journey that awaited them.

[katatonicimpression]

Hi, friend!!

🦅 or 👽 for the SamBucky prompt game please 🙏🏾

Sambucky Prompt Game!

Thanks for the ask! I combined the two lol

“This is why we should never go on separate missions.”

Sam frowned. 

“What do you mean? I see this as a win.”

“Sam, that thing is reading your mind right now and you don’t have a single issue with it?”

Sam looked at the bird perched on his arm and back up at Bucky. 

“No?”

Bucky glared at him.

“It’s a mutual thing,” Sam said. “I can read him too. We’re connected, I don’t know how to explain it better than that.”

“Sam.” Bucky sat down on the coffee table opposite the couch. He put his hands together. “You go off on this mission to outer space-”

“Which went well, by the way. We won.”

“You go to space, and you come back with a bird that’s apparently your soulmate and you don’t think that’s worrying?”

“He’s called Redwing,” Sam said, petulantly.

“Seriously?”

“You like that, don’t you?” Sam asked the bird. 

The bird agreed, he did like it, and yeah it was weird that this thought was just beamed into Sam’s head through some kind of telepathy, but he was starting to get used to it. 

It had been a weird week and a half since meeting Redwing, but Banner and Strange and Richards and seemingly anyone off the street with an opinion had looked into it, and everything seemed fine and above board. Redwing wasn’t dangerous. This bond between them was weird, but genuine. They could read each other’s thoughts.

So, Sam took Redwing home to his and Bucky’s apartment in Harlem, and then his boyfriend came home from a mission, and started all of that fuss all over again.

“How do we know it’s not influencing you in some way? How do you know it’s safe?”

“I just do,” Sam was aware this wasn’t going to convince him. “It’s like I’ve known him my whole life.”

He reached up and petted Redwing’s head.

“Do you really have to be cuddling right now?”

“Cuddling? He’s perching!”

“You’re in our spot!”

“Our what?” Sam laughed. “Buck, are you seriously jealous of a falcon right now?”

“He’s not even really a falcon! He’s probably some kind of alien!”

“Well, yeah, he’s from space.” Sam paused, then shrugged. “From his perspective, you’re an alien.”

Bucky let out some gravelly noise of frustration that was clearly not supposed to be as funny as it sounded, and stormed out the living room.

“Between you and me,” Sam said to Redwing. “I think he is jealous.”

“I heard that!”

Sam sighed, and stood up. He walked over to the window and opened it. 

“Give us a minute,” he told Redwing, who agreed and flew outside.

Bucky, who clearly never made it more than three feet out the door in the first place, stepped back into the room. He slouched towards the sofa and sat down. Sam joined him, swinging his legs over Bucky’s lap, perching on him.

“Ok, yeah,” he said, his words muffled into Bucky’s shoulder. “This is our spot.”

“Damn right.” Bucky caved, putting his arm around Sam and pulling him into a hug. He added. “I’m not jealous.”

“You absolutely are.”

“It’s not jealousy. He’s just a bird. I could take him.”

“Oh my god…” Sam laughed. Then pulled Bucky back towards him when he tried to move away in annoyance.

He wasn’t trying that hard, evidently, because he let him.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Bucky said. “From the mission, I’m glad it went well.”

“Thanks,” Sam said. 

They sat for a second in silence.

“You wanna order?” Sam asked.

“I could eat.” Bucky squeezed him gently. “But I don’t want to move.”

“That’s cool.” Sam concentrated, and reached out mentally. “Redwing, can you get my phone?”

“It’s just going to be like this now, isn’t it?” Bucky groaned.

[etherealhoneybee777]

Okay, the mp100 fandom (and other fandom spaces as well) makes me really hopeful✨

The internet is mostly a cruel and terrible place. It largely exists as an instrument of global capitalism. Governments use social media to push propaganda that either reinforces their fascist, conservative ideals or instills leftists that want to fight back with a sense of hopelessness that paralyzes and scares them. And we’re also getting to a point where much of the content we see online is not only made by AI, but interacted with by AI as well. We’re seeing “art” and ragebait stories that aren’t even made by real humans, but are spread online as if they’re true. Transactions are everywhere, but because everything is a subscription service, we own nothing. Corporations are putting advertisements on even the most sacred corner of the web & encouraging people to constantly consume, to BE consumed with the desire to consume more things, and to fill up the little time we have left with constant, buzzing productivity—because the internet is an instrument of capitalism, and capitalism is about constant expansion, expansion that won’t stop until everything in our lives is quantifiable and our whole being is stretched thin in service of a pointless, unstoppable economic growth.

In the face of that, I think your mp100 art is amazing. I think your fic is amazing. I am glad you decided to share it with us. I am glad you took the time to analyze Mob or Serizawa or Tome. To post screen grabs of Dimple or gifs or animatics or anything else. I’m glad you reblogged my post and added some silly or thoughtful little hashtags. I’m glad you DM’d me or posted a long ramble about Ritsu or Teru or reigen.

People don’t have to do these things. They don’t have to sketch characters or share headcanons or write fic or make watch parties on cute little discord servers. But they do. They do it because it’s a fun thing to do & because they’re talented and passionate. And it makes me happy that on the internet—which is increasingly being used to alienate and control us—still hosts real communities and real people making real art and writing their real thoughts without any kind of profit motive or manipulative agenda. People are literally just posting because they want to share their work and connect with others. It reminds me that no matter what capitalism does, we live in a fundamentally social world & we’re constantly trying to connect with each other about the things we like. MP100 is the thing I like and the people here make me hopeful. I see people post their art/writing/headcanons and I get super happy. I get inspired. I look at people’s bios and all the different countries they’re from and get really happy that the internet can be used as a tool to connect people across the world with the same interest together.

Choosing to create and make friends and be nice and spread positivity over the internet is a uniquely powerful thing. It may not seem like much, (and being on the internet is often framed as “wasting time”) but the Internet is important and the things you do here are actually tangible and real. Making and sharing art—making friends—sharing writing and blurbs and headcanons is a legitimate pushback against the terrible capitalistic machine that the internet has become. I’ve heard a lot of creators say that their art doesn’t get noticed/doesn’t matter because it doesn’t get a lot of attention. But it DOES matter. Because, for every second that someone spends seeing your art, that’s one second that they don’t spend on government propaganda or brain-numbing advertisements or ragebait or AI generated “content”. And even if no one sees your art, YOU spent time making it. You loved it and cared for it and valued it in a way that capitalism can never profit from or understand.

I hope you know that I see your art & love it. I look at it when I’m sad. My gf and I look at mp100 art while we sit outside and feel the world leave our bones. Maybe this is too much, but I’m feeling earnest and joyful tonight & am trying to lean into those feelings.

I’m just thankful. You create and share just because you wanted to create and share. You’re making the world a better place.

[thoscheienjoyer]

You guys really seem to like my threegado stories, so here's another, I call it 'The Sacrifice'

The Doctor and Jo had faced one hardship after hardship in these past few weeks, the adventures were just too much, so the Doctor decided it was time for a well-deserved break. No aliens, no inter-dimensional threats, just a simple trip the old-fashioned way. Through UNIT’s connections, they secured a private plane for their peaceful getaway.

“Are you sure this will be relaxing, Doctor?” Jo asked in a lighthearted manner, pretending to be overly skeptical, but she did trust the man more than anyone.

The Doctor nodded, “Quite sure, Jo, we'll arrive at our destination in just a few hours”

Settling into their seats, the Doctor fell into a light nap while Jo immersed herself in a book. The calm didn’t last long. As the plane began to shake violently the Doctor jolted awake.

“What’s happening?” his companion asked, heavily concerned for their safety as she looked around frantically for some sort of cause.

Before the Doctor could speak, a sinister yet familiar voice crackled over the intercom. “Ah, Doctor, Jo. So glad you could join me.”

“The Master,” the Doctor muttered and stood. If course.

“Indeed. I’m your pilot for this little excursion,” the Master continued playfully. “The plane is going to crash, and I’ve taken the liberty of packing two parachutes. Unfortunately, there are three of us. Take your pick, Doctor." They could feel the smile.

They horrified looks and the Master stepped out with the parachutes as promised. “You see, Doctor, this is where we differ, I would simply leave both of you, but you? Either admit you and me are worth more than one measly human, or save the innocent and punish the villian. I know you’ll make the ‘right’ choice.”

The decision was already made. “I won’t sacrifice Jo, and I won’t sacrifice you either.”

His smirk faded. “Doctor, what are you saying?”

“Jo and you will live.”

Jo grabbed the Doctor’s arm. “No! Doctor, you can’t!”

He turned to her, his expression gentle but firm as he ran a hand through her hair in a way that could almost be seen as parental. “Jo, if I let someone die because they’ve done bad things, I’m no better than they are. We don’t let people die, no matter who they are.”

Jo nodded but tears streamed down her face “But you’re letting yourself die!” she cried.

The Master interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain for the emotional display. “Why would you risk yourself for a human, Doctor? You’re far more important.”

His old friend softly met his gaze. “I won’t let an innocent die, Master. It doesn't matter who I am."

The Master was frustrated and angry at the thought, he gestured to the other timelord. “The universe needs you Doctor, you know that."

The man's resolve remained unshaken. “I won’t compromise my morals.”

For a moment, the Master seemed conflicted. Then, he thrust the parachutes at the Doctor and Jo. “Take them.”

The Doctor's eyes widened and he was momentarily stunned, but he quickly tried to regain his composure. As the Master assumed the decision was final, the Doctor grabbed him, pulling him towards the door. “What are you doing?!”

“We’re jumping together.” the Doctor would not take no for an answer. “Jo, follow us!”

Jo, clutching her parachute, nodded and jumped. The Doctor and the Master followed, sharing one parachute. As they fell, the Master continued to argue. “You could have killed us both with the extra weight! Why would you save me you fool?!”

The Doctor's eyes were full of compassion as he held his enemy so he wouldn't fall. “You may be my enemy, Master, but you’re still my oldest friend.”

The Master was silent, his mind reeling. His Doctor’s.. No, his Theta's unwavering morals, his refusal to let anyone die, even him, and his willingness to save even his greatest adversary—it was confounding. The Master felt a strange, uncomfortable emotion stirring within him as they descended safely to the ground.

Jo landed nearby and shook her head. “He’s just going to cause more trouble.”

The rouge timelord, still grappling with the Doctor’s actions, didn't even notice how he hadn't let go of him yet, he clung like they were still falling and the Doctor didn't stop him. They're always clinging to each other in different ways.

The Doctor just smiled warmly with a nod, like he's accepted this fact. “I know. But for now, let’s get to safety.”

He let go to walk away from the crash site and the Master couldn’t understand the feeling of being cared for by someone he considered an enemy. The Doctor’s commitment to his principles had foiled his scheme and left him questioning everything.

[oddly-casual]

Spoilers for the Tales of the Tmnt teaser trailer (This me talking abt my thoughts and stuff I noticed ;)

With screenshots baby let’s go.

I’m not comparing it to Rise, but it did give off a kind of vibe. Especially with how Leo holds his sword and Raph’s fond older brother stare.

I’m also really glad they got rid of Splinter’s whatever they were, it was a little distracting on his movie design for me so I’m glad they simplified it.

I think this might be the establishing shot of like a news report about how much the public loves the turtles now. Which is crazy bc imagine being an unsocialized shut in teenager and suddenly you have hundreds of adoring fans.

Ma’am 💀 ain’t no way this grown ass woman made that sign deadass. They really took notes on how some fans act abt the turtles that’s crazy.

Fame really does go crazy bc ain’t no way she seriously wants to be married to a crusty teenager.

They’re gonna get their ass beat

Come on now, what did he expect…he had enough sense to rip it off the wall but not throw it…

Lowkey kinda hope they get called into the principals office after this fight because of how much property damage they caused

The art style is wild, but I particularly like these two frames of Raph because they go hard like look at that.

Also maybe a Raph barn fight???

He did say he was gonna kick 🤷

I think this might be the final blow to the fight of the bots just because of how dramatic and center stage it is

The robots, most likely sent by TCRI, seem to have different materials cobbled together. So either they’re shit at making robots or they’re repairing themselves.

Or someone else repaired them with junk, maybe Donnie.

And why number your bots? Shit tagging systems tbh

April is saying like always. Though I do wonder if she’s wearing that little headband bc she’s trying to mimic aliens. It would be the right amount of cringe fail for her personally

Another thing I’m noticing is while everyone else got several shots, Donnie is only seen with a group and not by himself like his brothers are. I think this is just the pilot episode we’re seeing clips of so I’m not too judgy about it but I do wonder what the hell Donnie is doing that he can pitch in and help with the fight.

April we only see once, which is fair, again first episode. I really do hope they explore her character more than what we saw in the movie.

That’s all for now, let me know if I missed anything because you know I eat that up

[nortism]

doctor who liveblog pt 22

s4 ep10 midnight

- i’m glad donna’s getting a nice holiday

- COLIN MORGAN OF BBC MERLIN FAME??! katie mcgrath next pls

- “ladies and gentlemen and variations thereupon”

- ROSE ON THE TVVVVVVV

- oh god was she possessed

- FUCK SHES REPEATING LIKE THE THING OUTSIDE

- SHE GOT HIS VOICE

- that was such a good episode, genuinely unsettling

s4 ep11 turn left

- omg are we in a country that’s not the uk?? i didn’t know the tardis knew how to do that 😭😭

- oh never mind they’re on a different planet, should have known

- and billie piper!!

- oh the doctor’s dead

- get the screwdriver donna!!

- ROSE TYLER!!!!!!!!!!

- oh she’s vanished

- donna’s so funny

- NO MARTHA’S DEAD this sucks

- SARAH JANE SMITH’S DEAD?!?! this au is awful

- ROSE

- i love donna’s grandad so much it’s not even funny

- london’s gone??? thank god the world is free!

- not leeds

- uh oh america

- ROSE

- oh fuck jack as well

- oh great, now the uk is turning into nazi germany

- that’s a big old bug

- rip alternate universe donna

- BAD WOLF?!?!?!!????

- shitttttt

s4 ep12 the stolen earth

- oh fucj the earth’s gone

- MARTHA

- ohh fuck the companions r all gonna come together

- ROSE WITH A GIANT GUN WOOOO

- oh yeah the whole gang in the opening credits

- oh great we’re gonna find out what a shadow proclamation is

- ofc the british are celebrating the end of the world by drinking and rioting

- ofc it’s the fucking daleks

- i feel like there was easy ways to exterminate the human race i won’t lie

- the crucible?? always with the religious imagery

- idk if i trust the space cops

- not the rhinos again

- ohhhh they’re building a mega planet

- for what it’s worth, i trust martha to save the world. she’s done it before

- NO MARTHA

- the loss that is yet to come???

- also which god??

- BEES ARE ALIENS?!?!

- i knew i couldn’t trust the space cops

- ROSE

- when he was a 90 year old teenage girl

- HARRIET JONES MY LOVE

- yay martha’s alive

- aww rose is jealous

- is everyone here a jones?

- HARRIET NOOOOOO

- he’s still thinking about rose 😭😭

- jfc what is that

- ewww

- FUCKING DALEKS RUINING MY REUNION

- oh my polycule did reunite, just under the worst circumstances possible

- FUCK HES REGENERATING ALREADY

- noooo sarah jane

- whatttt

s4 ep13 journey’s end

- did he just regenerate back into david tennant???

- MICKEYYYYYYYYY

- JACKIEEEEEEEE

- oh the whole gang is back together i missed them 😭😭😭

- oh donna i love u

- they gotta stop leaving the tardis lying around!!!

- that’s nice of the daleks to translate for different countries

- that’s a lotta daleks

- donna?!!

- DONNA?!?!!??

- hello is donna regenerating?!?!

- ITS ANOTHER DOCTOR?!?!?

- dw rose this is just an avg day for jack

- nah is the new doctor technically donna and the doctor’s child???

- pls leave my girl and her mummy issues alone

- oh they’re soulmates

- when did martha learn german??

- oh yeah on her world tour

- it would be cool if they subtitled the german bc i’m getting none of this

- not loving the sound of a reality bomb

- omg they’re disintegrating

- oh so we’re destroying all matter now???

- won’t this also destroy the daleks??

- apparently not

- SHES GONNA BLOW UP THE EARTH

- oh fuck the whole gang’s been teleported

- it’s up to u now donna

- uh oh rip the other doctor

- uh oh rip donna

- this is a bit awkward

- YES FHEN DONNA

- the doctordonna

- SHES PART TIMELORD?!

- they oppenheimer-ed him

- K9!!!

- finally an explanation for why he sucks a flying the tardis so much, he needs more guys

- he’s got the biggest family on earth 😭😭

- she’s getting her own doctor?!

- aww she got her kiss?? i think aww?! this is a weird situation all round

- oh no donna’s malfunctioning

- wait what

- is she fucking dead

- HER MIND’S BEEN WIPED!!?!?!

- awww she’s forgotten him

- this is so sad

- aww granddad

- jesus that was bleak

[quietlyimplode]

The language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: day 4 - shock

Warnings: action based blood/explosion

Word Count: 1.7k (gif not mine)

Summary: Clint and Natasha’s first mission after the events of New York.

A/N: Sometimes things are exactly as they appear to be. (Also be kind to fic writers pls, know we read each and very comment on reblogs <3)

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2012

NEW YORK

“He’s better,” Natasha defends, protectively.

“I’m just saying that hiding in vents to spy on your friends is not a good thing,” Bruce tells her.

“He’s not spying, this is a weird situation. We’re here because it’s mandated. We just didn’t know for how long.”

Natasha moves out of the kitchen, wanting to find Clint.

“Just think about it?” Bruce calls after her.

Six months they’ve been here and she knows they’re both stir crazy. Probably all of them are.

Bruce is preparing to go back to Calcutta, and who knows where Thor left to.

She knows Bruce just wants the best for Clint, and she does too; but weekly therapy is enough.

They don’t need more.

He’s no longer catatonic, he’s eating, joking and talking about his feelings.

Isn’t that all she can ask of him?

He’s never had to deal with mind control or someone being in his brain.

The tower is more empty now, though Tony maintains they’re welcome for as long as they want.

She wonders what Steve is going to do.

Her phone rings and she glances at the caller, seeing Maria, she picks it up.

“Yeah?”

Reprieve comes in the strangest of ways.

“We have a mission for you,” she opens.

“Australia.”

Natasha’s heart leaps a little and she smiles to herself.

“Send the packet,” she says, “we can leave whenever.”

Maria pauses.

“How’s he doing?”

Natasha finds her way into the elevator, choosing Clint’s floor as an email comes through.

“Got it,” she tells her, “he’s better, he’s ready for this I think.”

Maria is quiet.

“I’m glad; we’ve missed you both.”

Natasha nods.

“Nothing like a mission to Australia to recalibrate.”

“I’ll get Fury to spring for business class, the 18 hour trip is shit,” Maria laughs.

Natasha is thankful, she hates traveling economy class on long haul trips.

“Hey, maybe whilst you’re there you can do some wedding prep,” Maria goads.

Natasha laughs and hangs up on her friend.

It’s been a running joke since the mission in Kashmir, one that since the events in New York, she’d not heard.

Finding Clint reading, she throws her phone at him with the open packet showing.

“Australia?!”

His glee is contagious as she smiles.

Today is a good day.

Natasha feels a bit of lightness in her world, and it feels strange given the last six months.

She can’t remember the last day like it. Maybe before the aliens came.

“Business class?!”

He laughs again.

“What a lowball mission, they must be feeling sorry for us.”

She takes her phone back, and lays down next to him.

“Maria said we should do some wedding prep,” she laughs with him.

His face turns serious, and she wonders if she’s ruined the mood.

“What if we do?”

She breaks into a smile.

“Yeah okay.”

He nods, looks at the packet again.

“We’re going to Queensland anyway. Nothing happens there.”

Natasha nods, lays down next to him and closes her eyes.

“Bruce is leaving tomorrow too,” she murmurs.

“Tony is going to be lonely,” Clint considers.

“Yeah.”

She does feel sorry for the billionaire, who seems to have grown accustomed to having people in his world, to suddenly have none.

“Maybe we should get everyone together and eat tonight,” he proposes, “I think maybe after Australia we could go back to the apartment.”

It’s a big step, not being around people, not feeling the need to have safety measures in place. She doesn’t think she would have even considered it a month ago, but the more she thinks about it, the more it feels right.

“Yeah I think that sounds like a good idea.”

.

Tony spares no expense in providing for his friends.

It’s kind. Natasha isn’t used to the abundance, even after all this time.

“There’s no way we will eat all this,” she tells him, passing him the food.

Pepper, Steve and Bruce sit on one side and it’s the three of them on the other.

Sitting between Clint and Tony, it’s like sitting between her brother and her lover. Or what she imagines that might be like.

She’s going to have to ask Clint what it was like growing up with a brother. She imagines dangerous in a fun way.

Steve tells a story that makes her laugh; and she goads him with a fossil joke, Clint chimes in with another story and the night passes quickly.

Too quickly, it feels and she wants to stay in this happy moment, this good day.

It surely can’t last.

.

Australia is hot.

It’s a different heat to the United States, and she can almost feel the infrared heat engulf her as she steps off the plane.

“Shit,” Clint exclaims.

She stares at him and he shuts up.

He’s to play her bodyguard, and his outburst is out of character. It’s not like him.

It’s like he’s forgotten what he needs to do to be a spy.

She frowns, worried.

This is a low ball mission, but it doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t take it seriously.

Let your guard down and you become an easy target, even if the mission is just surveillance.

He takes her bags in apology and she fakes the persona she’s been given.

Rich people rarely give eye contact to anyone.

She leaves her glasses on and continues on her way through customs. It takes longer than she expects and she internally groans at the lines.

Externally, she complains out-loud. Everyone avoids eye contact.

Australians are a strange bunch, unlike Americans they seem to both simultaneously helpful and not, no one going out of their way to explain things or to point the clueless in the right direction.

The car that picks them up and drives them to the house is black and the driver nondescript.

It’s only when they’re alone in the two story house overlooking the beach that she breaks character and flops on the bed.

“I forget how well you do a rich bitch,” he says offensively.

She smiles.

“Get me a drink, won’t you?”

He laughs and busies himself with making a late lunch.

They have three hours before night, before they start the stakeout and all he’s eaten is plane food.

.

Two hours in the car and he’s so bored he starts throwing popcorn into his mouth.

Then.

The generator blows.

“Nat?”

“Yeah I saw it.”

They move out of the car, trying to get a better look.

“Maybe it’s a coincidence,” he mutters.

She rolls her eyes.

“I don’t think so.”

Natasha moves quickly, scouting the house to see what’s happening inside, their line of sight now gone in the darkness.

“Nat, wait,” he urges, “what if it’s a trap?”

The money launder is clearly on alert.

Two sets of armed guards leave the door and Natasha watches as they fan out. She sneaks past them and Clint swears as she looks back.

Natasha moves into the house.

Two shots ring out, and Clint ducks, swearing softly under his breath.

There’s someone else there and he can’t see them.

Scrambling up and onto the tall fence, he moves across the tallest tree and climbs up it.

There’s a team of two, dressed in black with large night vision goggles that make them look like frogs.

He taps on his ear piece.

“There’s two, on your left, try and take the mark alive if you can,” he orders.

“The two are coming through the kitchen, he’s moving out the up the stairs.”

Ideally alive, with his ties to hydra and the ten rings, he has valuable information they can use.

Natasha gives the signal she’s seen and chases him up the stairs.

Clint holds the two unknowns lined up in his sight.

He sees one set a charge and the other place two more.

“Fuck, Nat, they’re setting it to blow,” he growls, too far away, too high up to get to her before they detonate.

He drops down anyway, yelling.

“Nat, it’s a trap, they’re rigging it to blow, get out,” he says urgently.

He chases after the retreating spooks, and catches one, gun trained on them.

The frog like character shakes it’s head and holds up the detonator.

“No,” he exclaims, and holds his gun up.

They shake their head, and then press the button.

Hot flames engulf the building, throwing both of them back.

He tackles the body to the ground, ripping off the mask, and punching down hard.

Blonde hair and a frown greet him under the balaclava.

Wild eyes turn to him, “better go save Natasha,” a Russian accent growls.

Shock hits him.

How do they know Natasha?

Russian.

Black widow?

His heart sinks as the realization that Natasha is in a burning building.

“Just like Dreykov’s daughter,” she says scathingly, “left alone to die in a burning building with a bad man.”

Clint lets her go and runs.

She’s going to be okay, she has to be.

The explosion wasn’t big enough to total the building, parts still standing as he coughs in the heat, shielding his face.

He hears sirens wailing, and he knows he needs to find her.

“Natasha!” he calls, going in.

“Nat?!”

He calls her name over and over until he reaches the crumbling stairs. Covering his mouth, hoping that nothing else explodes, he climbs them.

Finding a bathroom, he opens the door only to find Natasha behind it.

“Bathtub,” she coughs.

“Stayed in.”

He hands her the cloth he was using to cover her mouth and helps her down the stairs.

“Mr. Nought?”

Natasha shakes her head.

“Couldn’t get to him. Dead, I think.”

They exit the house, Natasha limping and Clint guiding her out.

He wants to check her over, to see if she’s actually okay, but the sirens draw closer and they need to leave.

“I think the safe house is compromised,” he says driving away, heading straight for the airfield.

“We probably need to swap cars too.”

Natasha groans and holds her head, and Clint glances at her.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just go, find a car,” she tells him.

There’s blood but he can’t tell in her black cat suit.

“Who was that?” she asks, looking back.

He doesn’t want to say the words but as he speaks them, the more he’s convinced he’s correct.

“Nat, I think it was Yelena.”

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[i-mean-technically]

an exchange of culture

a small fic for an event in my server!

“Merry Christmas, Optimus!”

The cheery shout drew everyone’s attention to the pink striped girl, who was wearing a bright red hat with white trim. Next to her was Raf with a shy grin and gripping something in his hand and dark-haired Jack with silver frills in a necklace wrapped around him.

“Good morning, Miko,” Optimus returned, having a vague idea of what she was referring to. “Your hat is well-made.”

She grinned brightly up at him, bouncing in place. “Thanks! Ms. Darby showed me how to use a sewing machine. I made it myself.”

“An impressive feat,” Optimus replied, feeling a small smile tug at his lips. The children were always bringing something new into their lives, and always kept things from getting dull. “Is there a special occasion for your attire?”

Somehow Miko’s smile got even wider. “It’s Christmas! Best holiday America came up with.”

Agent Fowler snorted from where he was typing up a report. “She’s not wrong,” he called out, not looking up from squinting at his screen.

“It has turned into a capitalist nightmare,” Jack agreed with a tilt of his head, and Optimus saw him twitch when his skin touched the silver necklace.

“Fuck the government!”

“Language!” Many voices said at once, and Optimus turned down the sensitivity of his audials once again.

“Isn’t Fowler legally required to arrest you now?”

“This place technically doesn’t exist.” Fowler still hasn’t looked away from the monitor.

“That means no rules!”

“Upt, upt, upt! There are rules. Many, in fact!” Ratchet had his hands on hips and was frowning down at the children.

“Not that Miko actually follows them,” Jack teased. Optimus was glad that the boy-no, young man, had grown comfortable enough to do so. Even just a few months ago Jack would have stayed silent, hanging back from them.

“Psh,” Miko waved her hand at Ratchet and Optimus had to hide a smile at the indignant expression on his old friend’s face. “Rules suck, and presents are awesome.”

That got every one of his Autobot’s attention. **Presents? For us?** Bumblebee asked, doorwings hiking up in excitement.

Optimus found himself intrigued as well. No one has gotten a gift in… a long time. Their current base was technically a loan, as was most of their equipment. A gift, from their young charges…

Something warm bubbled in his chest, spark feeling too big for its casing.

“Yep!” Miko was beaming, eyes nearly glowing. Jack and Raf drew up behind her as Optimus felt his bots gather around the balcony. He knew that she couldn’t understand the young scout, but it wasn’t hard to guess what could have been said. “We didn’t really know what to get giant alien robots sooooo we’re kinda just winging it.”

“And Raf’s really the only one who celebrates anyway,” Jack added.

“I thought it was something all humans did,” Bulkhead said, sounding confused. Optimus was as well.

“A lot of humans, sure,” Jack said with a shrug before scowling and lifting the necklace off and placing it over Raf’s head like a crown. “But my dad was Jewish and Mom doesn’t celebrate any holidays.”

“I’m not Christian,” Miko said with a shrug. “Doesn’t stop me from wanting to do presents though.”

“It’s pretty big in my family,” Raf said, smiling up at them. “Christmas is the one time of year that everyone comes home and is together. We celebrate family more than Jesus.”

“And you’re family!” Miko said before Optimus could ask more about Jesus from the point of view of the children. “So we’re celebrating together.”

“Everyone comes home, huh?” Bulkhead murmured with a sad sort of smile that had grief pulling down at Optimus’ spark.

“Yep,” Jack said. The way he said it got everyone’s attention. “Bulkhead’s present is first, special delivery even.”

Optimus could feel the confusion spread around them just before the proximity alarm goes off and Wheeljack comes screeching into the base later.

He transformed with a flourish, walking towards Optimus and his stunned Autobots. He spread his arms and a smirk crossed his scarred face. “Why the long faces? Did the party get canceled?”

Bulkhead shook off his shock first and released a booming laugh, rushing towards his friend. “Ha ha! Jackie!”

Optimus stood back near the humans as his Autobots, his family, came together eagerly. He glanced down at Jack, noticing that Miko was already racing towards the reunited Wreckers. “This was very kind of you to do, Jack.”

The young man shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “Miko wanted to have a party, and get a gift for Bulkhead. Raf’s the one who found Wheeljack’s comm.”

The warmth in Optimus’ spark spread to the rest of his body, and he very carefully reached out to tap Jack on the top of his head. “Merry Christmas, Jack Darby.”

Jack grinned up at Optimus. “Happy holidays, Optimus Prime.”

[sensitive-trait]

On a fine summer afternoon the Border sisters were playing astronauts and aliens in their treehouse. Despite the heat they had been out there for hours fueled by their imaginations.“Another alien is aboard the ship! Initiate intruder protocols!” Alice yelled, pressing her imaginary comms button.

“It’s okay, that's just my brother.” Charlotte's casual reply brought the game to a screeching halt. 

“Your brother?” Alice repeated, wondering if Mum and Dad had neglected to introduce her to him. “Yeah. If we’re in space, then we’re near Sixam and  probably have a bunch of siblings out there.” Charlotte rationalized. She’d been thinking about this quite a lot lately. Wondering what the rest of her family must be like. 

Alice didn’t know what to say. She knew Charlotte was probably right. Luckily, their father ended the awkwardness by calling them for dinner.

The family ate outdoors, enjoying the summer weather. Since it was such a lovely night, Charlotte proposed the girls spend the night in the treehouse. Their parents agreed, so long as they stayed together. 

Alice turned in early, eager to read under the covers, but Charlotte stayed up as late as she could. Peering through the telescope for a sign, with increasingly droopy eyes. Until sleep eventually won and she headed into the enclosure to join her sister. 

The next morning, the girls woke to another bright sunny day. But Charlotte was disappointed, “They didn’t come.” She whispered. 

“I’m glad,” Alice quipped, not meaning to sound harsh. “You might have a lot of siblings out there. But I only have you, so I don’t want you to go anywhere.” She remedied. 

Touched by her sister’s words, Charlotte gave her a hug. “No matter what, you’ll always be my favourite sister.” She promised, and then the two headed for breakfast. Bickering like nothing had ever happened.

[skyland2703]

Same anon as the Javi headcanons.

How do you feel about Amelia/Ollie/Javi, and what are some headcanons you have about them??

I just finished watching Cosmic Fury, and I loved it!!

That’s… an interesting ask, anon.

I don’t ship the three of them, together, particularly. (Ollie/Amelia and Ollie/Javi are NoTps for me… it’s mostly because of the insufferable fandom—) so my ships would be Javi/Amelia + Ollie/Aiyon.

But yes, I do have some trio dynamics in mind whenever it comes to them. Platonically, of course.

Ollie is their third braincell. Javi and Amelia can’t DO anything at all, if Ollie isn’t there to supervise. Think: DAD friend, with two absolutely hyperactive dumb idiot friends.

Amelia and Javi are Buzzblast Reporters, yes? Amelia anchors the news reports they do, with Javi as cameraman. And more often than not, they land up in trouble.

Ghosts, mafias, monsters, aliens, politicians, Javi and Amelia somehow end up making themselves unwanted, EVERYWHERE, as nosey journalists. And Ollie is their “first point of call” the second shit starts going… DOWN.

Car broke down in the middle of the road? OLLIE!!!

Angry goons chasing them because of a daring report they made unmasking a mafia? OLLIE!!!

Trapped in the mafia’s basement because “you’re gonna pay for this”? OLLIE!!!

Tied to an altar for a satanic sacrifice? OLLIE!!!

Stuck in a haunted house with no way out? OLLIE!!!

Ollie doesn’t mind it though. They’re annoying, irritating, they’d be singing songs over his head when he’s trying to focus, they call him all the time, no matter where he is, he can’t get two seconds of respite from them— they’re often in compromising positions, and Ollie feels like he needs to burn his eyes when he walks in on the unsightly sights.

But ultimately, Ollie knows they’ve got his back, if he’ll ever need them, they’ll give anything to save him too. He can count on them.

But also: if Ollie doesn’t save them, nobody can.

And fave: In the future, after everything rangering is done and gone by, they’re in their late twenties, and Ollie and Aiyon have married, and moved into an apartment in a big city, one day, early morning, the doorbell rings, and Ollie, toothbrush still in mouth, stumbles over to answer the doorbell. He opens the door to find Amelia and Javi standing there in front of him, Javi with a large cardboard box, barely able to stand, Amelia with a bouquet, the day’s newspaper and cookies in hand, both smiling at him.

“Hello neighbour!!” Amelia chimes.

“What” Ollie mutters through the toothpaste—

“We’re moving in, two apartments down” Javi winks at him.

Ollie: 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

I’m glad you liked watching cosmic, anon!! I think it’s one of my fave seasons now 😁👌🏻

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹💙 Angel (Hajoon Series Part 1)

Note: This is a bit different than what I have done before but I hope you enjoy! Remember, this is fiction and not meant to represent any of the real idols!

Summary: During a concert Hajoon suddenly starts feeling lonely and separated from his members.

CW: low self-esteem

I can picture heaven now

When I’m with you

Hajoon truly believed their lyrics „two is better than one”. He had felt better busking together with Jaehyeong than alone all those years ago. It felt nice to go to the gym with Woosung instead of alone. He enjoyed songwriting sessions with Dojoon, they were better together than on their own.

Just. Recently he felt like “three is better than four” would also fit the group. It wasn’t that he disliked any of his members, au contraire he loved them all very much and he was grateful for them everyday.

He didn’t even know how it had started, if he was honest. Well, it was the middle of the concert when he first noticed it. His drum kit was shoved to the back so much he wasn’t even sure the Black Roses in the front row could actually see him due to the height of the stage. Still, he watched how Woosung and Dojoon were dancing and hyping up the fans. Even Jaehyeong was walking up and down the stage with his bass, smiling at Black Roses.

Out of a sudden Hajoon felt alone, hidden behind his drums. When they first started performing as a band he had loved how they could cover him, shield him from curious and judging glances. Now they were moderately successful – Woosung, Dojoon and Jaehyeong not holding themselves back anymore and just vibing – but Hajoon was stuck. Even if he wanted to he couldn’t just get up and interact with their fans. He couldn’t join his brothers while they enjoyed themselves. Unbidden tears welt up in his eyes and he blinked hastily to clear his sight. Then he made a mistake.

It wasn’t very noticeable, just a bit off. He was sure some of the fans wouldn’t even have realized but for Woosung who started laughing and turned to look at him, winking. Hajoon knew his mindset was wrong, something had gone wrong, but sudden anger flared at the leader. Rationally he knew Woosung didn’t mean harm – he was all about showing how real they were, that the made mistakes, and also glad he wasn’t the only member making mistakes (though he was the one who fucked up often enough, forgetting lyrics or his voice cracking). None of them had ever been angry with Woosung about that, never about showing their real side. They had their fun teasing each other about stuff like that. They were all happy to show they made mistakes and weren’t infallible.

So Hajoon just bit his lip and focused on the music. The rest of the concert was a blur. He barely remembered throwing roses to the fans or packing up. It seemed like he had blinked and they were on their van back to their house.

Hajoon sat alone on the passenger seat, next to their manager who was driving them, the other members intruding each others spaces in the back. Hajoon felt strangely alienated from them, the three of them talking excitedly about the show and the reactions of Black Roses to them standing close to them. It wasn’t a conversation he could join even if he wanted to, again separated from his members. So, since he didn’t feel like talking to the manager, he just stared out front into the dark night.

Just an angel with a broken smile

On the ground

He had never been more glad for having a concert in Seoul. They would soon be home where he could hide in his own room. While normally he loved travelling, he just wanted to sleep and forget about the whole day. Of course his members had other plans.

“Hajoon, what do you want to eat? We’re getting take-out”, Jaehyeong said, leaning to the front to get closer to him.

“Uh, I’m not really hungry”, Hajoon said, not even lying. Somehow despite having not eaten since a few hours before the concert his stomach didn’t complain of hunger at all. Shower and bed was all he needed.

“Are you okay?”, Woosung asked suddenly and leaned forward too, “you seem a bit … I dunno? Spacey? You can’t tell me you aren’t hungry after performing for two hours. Besides, I noticed you made a few mistakes today.”

Hajoon took a deep breath and kept staring straight forward. He had kept making mistakes but Woosung hadn’t called him out after the first time – he wasn’t sure if he was just sick of the drummer making mistakes or worried for their reputation when people realized he wasn’t as good at drums as people thought.

Where had that thought come from?

Hajoon knew he was good, he had always been good at rhythms and keeping a beat. He had won three youth competitions years ago. He was good, he was a good drummer. Why had an off-day doubting his place in the band?

“Hajoon-ah?”, Woosung asked. Shit, he had been quiet for too long.

“Sorry, hyung”, Hajoon mumbled, “I just feel slightly carsick and have a bit of a headache.”

The manager tuned into the conversation: “Do I need to pull over?”

“No. I just wanna go home.”

“Think you are getting a migraine?”, Dojoon questioned worriedly. Hajoon just shrugged. He did have a headache but he doubted it would turn bad. He couldn’t fault Dojoon for the suspicion though. Concerts with flashing lights as well as driving did seem to trigger his migraines sometimes. And Hajoon always got easily nauseous even from normal headaches, so carsickness could be a result of that too.

“How about you take a shower when we’re home and I will make you a pack of ramen without flavouring. You can eat as much as you are up to and then go to bed”, Jaehyeong suggested.

“Thank you”, Hajoon whispered. The car turned quiet after that, the other members apparently not into conversation anymore or worried they would make his headache worse. Hajoon felt guilty. He hadn’t wanted to drag them down into his weird mood.

Together we’re one

Two’s better than one

It was around midnight when they arrived home, nearly at the same time with the delivery service that the others apparently had ordered. Hajoon was ushered inside by Dojoon who had wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Go shower, Joon-ah”, Jaehyeong said kindly, taking his jacket from him, “I will have the ramen ready for you. Do you need anything else?”

Hajoon shook his head, staring at his feet. He was embarrassed to make such a fuss when nothing really was wrong with him. But with his kind and worried members it seemed like it was the hill he would die on tonight.

“I’m not even hungry”, he said, desperate to not inconvenience Jaehyeong. The maknae had after all just performed and apparently was too exhausted to cook for them all but still wanted to help Hajoon. While it should make Hajoon feel loved and cared for he just felt numb and cold. When Jaehyeong didn’t look convinced, he added: “You don’t have to make me something.”

“How about this: If you find you are hungry after your shower you tell me and I will make you something, okay? If you want to go straight to bed after, do that. Whatever helps you feel better”, Jaehyeong replied. Hajoon felt like he might start to cry receiving so much kindness.

Knowing he couldn’t speak without revealing how close to tears he was, he just walked to the free bathroom. Dojoon was apparently already in the hyung’s bathroom upstairs as he saw Woosung on the couch on his phone as Hajoon passed by. Woosung didn’t look up.

Cynical daze

Forever you could be amazed

Standing under the hot shower barely helped. Hajoon wondered what had gotten into him today. He normally didn’t feel like this, so separate from his members. It had been Woosung, Dojoon, Hajoon and Jaehyeong for years. But now it felt more like Woosung, Dojoon and Jaehyeong and, oh yeah, right, and Hajoon. The drummer had no illusions about their very different levels of popularity with the fandom.

Woosung was well liked by everybody he met, a combination of his wits, charms and gorgeous features. Besides, he was the leader, he was the one who spoke with their international fans being the most fluent in English, and getting noticed more like that.

Dojoon was just a loveable goofball, the reason for most of their fun and often the mastermind behind their Tik-Toks. He was just effortlessly funny and he had an incredible stage presence.

Jaehyeong was their lovely and amazing maknae, with his cute smile and caretakers qualities. He was so outgoing, loved to interact with fans and who would dislike a maknae anyways?

But where did that leave Hajoon? Shy, sometimes a bit clueless, quiet, self-conscious Hajoon? The fourth members hidden behind his instrument, the one who couldn’t interact with Black Roses? The member who often was lost with their English conversations and opted to stand back and watch whenever something happened.

He couldn’t fault Black Roses for liking him least. He was just Hajoon at the back. There was no jealously in his mind, just sadness. If anybody had to be least liked it made sense it was him, he wouldn’t have it any other way. How would he feel knowing he was more popular than the amazing people he worked with? He understood why it didn’t bother the others this way. They were better than him. How would Hajoon even deal with popularity? He hated the spotlight. Yes, it was best like this.

There’s no escape

We’ll be in the rain

Part Two: Nauseous

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - The Rose