#OH THE CRACKING SOUND MMMMMM

[tapakah0]

KAWA KAWA KAWA KAWA KAWA COME HERE *BLOWS YOU ON THE MOON*

*COUGH-COUGH-COUGH* I MEAN I I MEAN THIS M SH** CALL A POLICE FOR ME AGAIN DON'T PUT THEM BOTH IN ONE ROOM TOGETHER AND DON'T SHOW ME WHJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE

CW horror -ish??, blood

I HATE THIS GUYYYYYYYYY Marble Sky by @somerandomdudelmao

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Fernando Alonso with wife reader? She was with him when both AM's drivers are going to the paddock for media days. And he looks so hot wearing an all white fit. He's doing all sorts of things, like making butterflies in her stomach. With the appearance of all black Lance. Maybe a little suggestive and fluff. Thanks!! :)))

You make me feel - Fernando Alonso x Wife! Reader

Plot: It’s media day, and your husband couldn’t look any sexier …

You’d stayed behind at the hotel having slept in longer than your husband who’d been up since the crack of dawn going for a run around the track before getting ready for the day. You’d taken an extra long shower and more time to get ready, until you basically floated into the paddock.

You hadn’t seen your husband all morning and you were excited to finally see him. You wave at the other drivers you pass that you were familiar with like Lewis and Max before rounding closer to the Aston Martin hospitality.

You make yourself known to the engineers around you, smiling and making conversation with them about today and how they thought it would go.

“Oh, by the way Fernando told us that we should send you too him if we saw you before him!” One of the younger mechanics grins pointing into the glass doors.

“Oh thank you Jay!” You smile before wishing them good luck for the upcoming race and goodbye for now. You make your way through the building sending a hello to everyone who makes your acquaintance.

Eventually you see your husband looking better than ever, he was in a white fit, thanks to his own branding. He had a Kimoa white top on and white karki shorts. When he saw you he immediately found his way over to you.

“Mmmmmm hermosa” he smiles pulling you into him, hugging you tightly.

“How was your morning, you were very sleepy” he grins, holding you at arms length to look over your now bright and awake expression, one very different from your half asleep, grunts and groans as he left you as the sun was just starting to peak its way over the building.

“I had a very good sleep, got to spread out the whole way” you tease looking up at him with a laugh. He laughs with a shake of his head.

“You don’t like me snuggling with you?” He asks, moving a hand to his chest in mock offence. He obviously wasn’t actually offended as he knew you liked to tease him like this often.

“Of course I do. But I do like turning into a starfish?” You grin, and he cocks his head to the side wondering what you are going on about. You attempt to think of the way to explain it in Spanish.

“Mmmm I think it would be estrella de mar?” You explain wondering if there was a more technical word for it.

“Ah yes, you do that even when I’m in the bed though” he chuckles and you gasp.

“I do not!” You say slapping his shoulder lightly.

“But you do, you just … sprawl out over me” he grins pulling you into a quick kiss before a familiar voice interrupts you both.

“Hey guys” Lance’s voice sounds past the loud clinking of coffee cups and plates from the busy hospitality suite.

“Ohhhh my gosh!! My son!! I haven’t seen you in ages” you say pulling him into a hug.

“Ahhh you look so nice! Did Fernando send you those clothes. Kimoa suits you” you grin seeing the branded clothes that he was wearing.

“No, I lost a bet with Daniel, Lando and Fernando that if I lost it I’d have to wear their merch at the next race. Wearing Nando’s today, Daniel’s tomorrow and Landos on Sunday” he laughs.

He looked good in Fernandos merch, as right now they were basically polar opposites. The vision of yin and yang.

“I like it, but aren’t you hot in all black?” You ask looking at the sheen of sweat across his brow that was nearly blocked by his sunglasses.

“A little but hotter in the car, work up that tolerance” he grins before checking his surrounding seeing his sister and running over to pull her into a hug.

You see your husband take two waters from a waitress raining his head to take the drinks a little spilling onto the white shirt. Once he’s done he comes back over handing you the remaining bottle nodding for you to drink it.

Your head cocks to the side.

“It’s a hot day, you gotta keep your hydration up okay?” He nods and you can’t help that swarming feeling in your stomach.

Your husband often gave you butterflies despite having been married for the good portion of 6 years. You always told him that was the best part of your relationship despite you being able to read him like a book, he always managed to have a surprise of two that made you feel like a giddy school girl.

“Thanks, you know you’re the best right?” You smile at him shyly and he looks at you shocked. It wasn’t often that he saw you shy in front of him, but he was always proud when he caught you out like this. So that shocked face slowly turned into a smirk.

“You think so?” He asks and you roll your eyes, a light blush crossing your cheeks as you look up at him.

“You know I do, wouldn’t have married you otherwise” you grit out awkwardly.

“Mmm didn’t tell you that you look beautiful today. Like I don’t even understand how you are my wife” he smiles and you nearly melt. You can’t help but lean up to kiss him.

“I think I’m the lucky one” you say softly and ever so quietly.

“Definitely not. I’m not needed for another few hours, shall we pop back to the hotel room? I think I might need to … change” he grins before pulling you back in for a kiss, taking your hand in his.

“I couldn’t agree more”

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[giddyfatherchris]

Bunny threat

Pairing: bts x gn!reader (platonic)

Genre: crack? comedy? all good stuff haha

Warnings: None

Word count: 820

Requests: Open for stray kids and bts!

A/n: okay so funny thing. I wrote this a billion years ago, and forgot it existed (tbh i also forgot i had this account lol). Since i want to bring this page back to life i thought i could update the original version (and correct some grammar mistakes lol) and bring it back as my first official post. So here we go! I hope you like it :))

*gif is not mine

“Stop practicing and come eat!” shouted Jin for the fifth time.

You were all at the studio rehearsing a few new choreos for an upcoming performance. It was now 8:00 pm, and the delivery guy just came in with his precious cargo. As soon as the good smell of the local Korean meals filtered into the room, your seven friends instantly stopped what they were doing to rush on the food like starved men. 

“Y/N! Come before Taehyung eats everything!” urged Yoongi. You faintly heard him scold his younger brother, as he was probably trying to steal said food. 

“Won’t be long. Just let me get this last move right!”

Still in the dance studio part of the room, you just couldn’t be satisfied with the execution of a certain move. It wasn’t precise enough, and you couldn’t eat without having this part right. It would be a defining moment in this new choreo you created for the boys, so you had to get it right. 

Minutes passed, bowls emptied themselves, and you still hadn’t eaten anything. 

“Y/N, stop it now. Too much is like not enough!” advised Joon with his father-like tone. His concern and the smell of the delicious food almost made you stop, but you took a deep breath to focus and went back to dancing without a word. 

“Tae has gotten to the bowl of samgyeopsal!” tried J-Hope to make you rush in to get your hands on your favorite dish. 

“Mmmmmm, SO GOOD!” added the boy while making huge slurping sounds, though you weren’t sure if those disgusted you more than they made you envy him. 

They sat still, waiting to see if you would stop your tireless rehearsing, but you were so intent on doing it perfectly that it felt like they didn’t even exist. 

“They really won’t come to eat.” pouted Jimin while he looked at Namjoon with the saddest puppy eyes. 

“Makes me think of someone,” mumbled Yoongi, not without earning an annoyed sigh from the talented dancer. 

“Alright, Jungkook, I think we need to take drastic measures.” sighed Joonie, already wincing at the idea of your reaction. 

The youngest boy simply nodded, finished his bite, and headed out of the little room without saying a word. The other boys stared at the door, waiting for what was coming. It started with the music stopping abruptly, then you whining, “Oh please, one last time! I was starting to get it. AH JUNGKOOK LET ME DOWN! JEON JEONGGUK!” Some laughed, but they all winced when you started screaming like a lunatic. Jungkook entered the room with you thrown over his shoulder, screaming and whacking his back. He dropped you on a chair and went to his plate with the most unbothered expression. You opened your mouth to start whining again, but Jimin and Tae were faster and stopped you by dropping a steaming portion on your plate.

“Eat. You don’t want to overwork yourself, don’t you?” encouraged Jimin with a caring look. You reluctantly looked at the bowl he nudged in front of you.

“And if you faint, you will forget all the progress you have made, and you will be back to step one,” mocked Yoongi with his nose still in his plate. You rolled your eyes at his remark but still felt a pang of stress from the thought. 

“Funny, but seriously," You started getting up. "One more time, and I’ll-”                                                                                                                                                   

You were cut short by a pretty mad Jungkook as he reached for your wrist across the table. 

“If you get up one more time before you’ve eaten all of this goddamn plate. I will tie you down to this chair and feed you each bite until you’re done, and I won’t be gentle this time.” 

He uttered his threat in a growl, and just at the thought you gave up, suddenly plopping down on your chair. Once he felt your body relaxing he let go of your hand, still looking at you, then at the bowl until you ate four big spoonfuls of the dish. Only then did he focus again on his own, going back to being the cute little bunny he was. All the other members stared silently at you guys, too shocked to say a word. Until they exploded in laughter, you and Jungkook quickly joining in. The bantering followed right after, the atmosphere finally lightening up.

“Don’t be upset Y/N. We just want you to be okay and healthy, but don’t worry we'll help you with the choreo,” assured Jimin as he stood up, finished with his plate, and encouraged you to follow through. 

“Thank you, but… I still have some food left, and I don’t want Jungkook to put his threat into execution.” 

They all laughed at your comment as the brown-eyed boy on the other side of the table shot you a huge bunny-like smile.

[stevenblueniverse]

Bellow selkie au Chapter 10!

Chapter 10 Mr greg

Blue sat huddled in the corner, she'd threw on her selkie coat and hugged her knees, she was still wearing the human clothes yellow had gave her underneath, she was terrfied that human man had saw her. "So we found where your sister lives", yellow said, looking over to blue, "do you think we should go?", blue shook her head and pulled her hood over her, "no...", she whispered, "I'm not going!".

Yellow rested her head on her hand and thought, "but blue", she began, looking back at her, "this could be our chance, our only chance to get her back", blue mumbled something yellow couldn't understand, "pardon me?", she leaned towards her, "mmmmmm.....fine", blue reluctantly agreed, not looking up at her.

"good! we'll just be paying a visit, we'll leave if you get too scared", yellow got up from her bed and put on her boots. "we're going now?", blue yelped, her voice cracking, "yep! I saw her husband was getting back home from work late, he would probably be at work at this time, it's the perfect time to pay a visit!" yellow told her, "and blue", she pointed over to her, "put on the clothes I got you, those ones are too big for you!", "blue I like these!", blue complained!, "...they're mine".

"Fine! But they're very cute!" , after some more whining she finally put on the red dress she bought, she kept her selkie coat with her on top of the dress. "Why are you wearing that?", yellow asked blue as they walked outside , "I don't want to get sick!", blue replied, moving closer to yellow, she was very scared but had gotten better at hiding it "it's summer you won't get a cold, its very hot outside", "no not that type of sick!".

When they approached the house, blue froze, she started to shake, "a-are you sure h-he won't be here?", she looked back to yellow, she could see how scared she was, "Alright, new plan", yellow sighed, knowing this wouldn't go well and feeling very guilty for the state shed put blue in. "you can stay outside and wait nearby and I'll go in, I've spoke with them before I'll say I'm going to see them on behalf of you, sounds good?", blue nodded, deep down she didnt really have much hope but this plan sounded much better than the last one.

yellow turned back to the house and approached while blue went and slid down a hill to go by the shore to try and relax, as yellow was about to knock on the door it opened and steven, the young boy and son of pink diamond, came rushing out with his father behind him, they immediately stopped when they saw yellow, Steven waved at her and yellow smiled back. "Hello there, I'm here on behalf of someone who lives here, have you seen-", "greg universe? Yeah that's me I don't have my fanmail delivered straight to my home, lady!", the man loudly interrupted her, pulling steven away from her, yellow rolled her eyes, trying to contain her anger but knowing she had to keep calm.

"no im not here for you, mr greg I'm here for-", "whatever, no one else is here!", he interrupted her again, making this even more frustrating, "unless it's steven you want!", he joked picking up steven for a second then putting him back down, "you must have the wrong house lady!", he yelled as he walked away, getting in his van with "mr universe", written on it and driving away, leaving yellow and steven alone outside the house.

"Ugh...so he's that Mr universe", yellow mumbled, greg universe was quite a popular musician around here, she'd been seeing posters and shirts of him everywhere, she even let blue buy one of those shirts, that was definitely one of the worst mistakes she'd ever made. "Hello miss", Steven said, looking up to her, he was very small, "have I seen you before?", he smiled at her, revealing his missing tooth, "yes you have! Actually I'm here to see you mother do you know where she is?", "oh yes!", Steven pointed to the house, with the door still open, "shes in there! Come in come in!", he excitedly held her hand as he lead her in the house.

"Moommmmmm!!", Steven called, pulling yellow into the living room, there sat pink diamond, or rose, sewing a ripped shirt that belonged to steven, she looked up to see yellow, her curly pinkish hair covered most of her face. "She wanted to see you!", Steven told his mother, "oh..", was all rose said, as she looked at yellow. Yellow nervously approached her, she really should've thought this plan through more. "Hello, I'm here on behalf of your sister, she wanted to see you but couldn't", yellow told her, "I understand...", rose sighed, looking quite miserable, "there's many reasons she wouldn't want to go here, how is she?", she looked up to yellow, who was much taller than her and looked giant in the small living room, "shes fine, just worried about you", "oh", rose looked away from her, she could see Steven running up and down the stairs from his room and back carrying toys to show yellow.

"Hello miss! What's your name!", Steven said, walking inbetween yellow and rose, carrying all sorts of action figures, cheap light up cars, animal plushies, toy swords and toy guns, the toys couldn't all fit into his hands and where falling on the floor, yellow slighlty laughed at this, he really was adorable. "I'm yellow, yellow diamond", she answered, "AND IM STEVEN, STEVEN UNIVERSE!", Steven replied, jumping up to try and high five her but instead dropping all his toys and slipping over some. "Oh my are you ok?", yellow asked, trying not to laugh as she helped him up, even rose was slightly laughing at him now, "yeah..", Steven replied, he was OK but very embarrassed.

[jamiesfootball]

Opinions on Nathan Shelley? I think he’s a way more interesting character than people give him credit for and I think the fandom goes way harder on him for his actions than they do on say, Jamie or Rebecca. probably because with Jamie we only see him suck shit and then improve throughout the show but with Nate we get the whole arc. Anyways I’m rotating him in my head microwave sound mmmmmm

I like Nate a lot! I wrote a fairly lengthy post a while back about how him and Ted misunderstood each other throughout season 2. This being tumblr, I can't find that post anymore, but yes. Nate Shelley. Big fan. I love me an insecure, highly intelligent, sensitive nelly who gets one taste of power and accidentally lets it corrupt him. I like a character who has grown used to kindness and respect being expected from him, but never given. I like a little guy whose struggle is that he learns what he thinks is self-respect but is actually just a new form of self-hatred. I like a smol bean who eventually realizes that actually, the kindness was one of the parts of himself he did like, and he has to learn how to do it all over again without falling back into bad habits. I like a gifted kid who never succeeded until he did, but then still didn't know how not to be a disappointment. And I love love love characters who play violins. One of my top weaknesses, that.

Shame the didn't do anything thrilling with his story though. Messy season 3 plot, and way too divorced from the other characters. I did eventually grow to love his girlfriend (once they gave her dialogue that wasn't canned from the box), but honestly I didn't need the focus of it.

Nate's conversation with his dad, while cathartic, didn't feel earned from a directorial perspective. I think even showing us a little bit of his dad cracking in some of the earlier scenes with him would've spoken volumes to get the audience there. Like, I see how it happened, but I didn't see it happen, you know?

Nate and Beard and the loaf of meth? Excellent. 10/10.

The fact that after that initial scene of Nate as a coach we never see him interact with any of the West Ham players again? Booooooo. Missed opportunity. Especially given that West Ham was actually successful throughout his tenure. That could've been interesting parallel to Ted's tenure as a coach at Richmond - the coach who is successful at the game but not necessarily the players vs the coach who is successful with the players but not necessarily the game.

(Yes, I think the football show needed more football.)

Instead we got scenes with Nate and the higher ups at West Ham, who are all some version of worse than him, and while that highlighted how much Nate didn't fit in there, it didn't serve him much in terms of narrative growth.

Oh, and then the finale kind of forgot about him and handwaved the rest of his story. But the finale forgot about a lot of things and then handwaved the rest of the story.

But back to your original question- Nate Shelley? Very interesting character.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "In The Name Of The Rebellion"

In which you owe your crazy conspiracy uncle an apology. XD

Live reaction version.

Ya-vin, Ya-vin, Ya-vin, Ya-vin. :D

Per the dialogue we are setting down on Yavin for the very first time. Apparently I was confused about this the first time around but it's very obvious now that Kanan, Sabine, Ezra, and Chopper broke off from the flotilla at some point in order to head to Mandalore while Hera and Zeb et. al. continued on to Yavin.

As I noticed in my first watchthrough there's a bit of the Rebel Sullust cue in here.

Ezra worrying about Hera crashlanding while Kanan has complete faith in her aww.

"I've seen worse landings." Fpfpfgkjhkf Kanan plz. It should not have taken this long to crack a blind joke.

This time through it's much more obvious to me that Ezra's expressing sympathetic leanings towards Saw and his methods out of frustration over Lothal, a niggling desire to hit back at the Empire hard out of anger. He keeps bringing up the fact that they've promised to help Ryder and his cell and he feels let down by the Rebellion's new hesitance to take action, to defer liberating his planet to "later".

Oh ouch this moment with the map resonates more painfully now with Jedi: Survivor's release and Cal's paralyzed despair over just how big and overwhelming the Empire is.

Ezra's signature is so troubled Kanan can pick it up from feet away. :((((((

Love this soft moment of the two meditating and talking.

I think I've already said my piece about the whole "How we choose to fight" theme, as it is contrasted by Saw "He Who Fights Monsters" Gerrera and Mon "Lawful Good" Mothma so I'll just enjoy this and move on again.

Sabine backing Ezra up on his sentiments about hurting the Empire. <3

"If we destroy the relay the Empire will just build another one." Mmmmmm that kind of depends. Do they have the resources and manpower to spare for that kind of construction project ready and available on the fly? That thing isn't exactly small. Wasting the Empire's resources and buying yourselves time is in fact a valid strategy.

Given that Hera shares Ezra's feelings completely but can't disobey orders, it's arguable that her line here is self-justification or what she's rehearsed as the expected excuse.

Eyyyy the Sabezra Halo jump! Accompanied by lovely music cue.

You know I gotta cap the mid-mission hand catching. <3 Oh and it's even punctuated with Ezra's theme, nice.

Lol Chopper just face-planting into the antenna base.

You know what? I'mma headcanon Chopper botched the spike install on purpose because he wanted to blow the disc too.

That he backs up Ezra's "idea" is only reinforcing that for me. Because this is a terrible idea, Ezra honey, no.

"Oh that is just so typical of our luck." Lol.

<3333

It's adorable how Sabine packed detonators just in case.

Music is really on point this episode.

Shut up and let me enjoy this.

Kanera trust flight moment. <333

Still love how Saw basically kidnaps Ezra and Sabine here and how pissed Hera is about it.

Aaaaaand goodbye Brom Titus. You could seriously make a drinking game out of how many named Imperial officers from previous seasons bite it in this one.

They look a LOT more uncertain despite agreeing to be here in the heat of the moment.

They are Not Impressed, lol.

Hey yet more evidence Sabine isn't Force Sensitive, she can't hear the kyber crystal.

Saw does sound crazy to the kids and to the wider Rebellion but remember, he's ultimately vindicated. The Empire was building a giant superweapon in secret.

Rebels said when in doubt always mistrust your government, I mean what.

Love the kalimba and xylophone in this track here.

LOL THE PERFECT COMEDIC TIMING OF THE SHRILLEST STORMTROOPER SCREECH RIGHT AS THE DOORS CLOSE ON EZRA LEAPING ONTO HIM LOLOLOL.

Saw's so hyperfocused on the actual weapon he doesn't realize these prisoners are yet more proof of his theory.

I'm amazed Saw is still using just stun blasts here.

Gotta say, very effective jump scare with the Deathtroopers here. Also love the horror movie vibes of our trio taking out the Troopers in the smoke here.

This is such a pretty sequence. It makes the kyber crystal seem like some kind of archaic magic artifact. Which, I mean, it is.

Chopper's interactions with the prisoners is such a fun running gag.

Love this little moment of Ezra clearing the Troopers for Sabine. What a gentleman. :)

Yeah so the number one way to get me to not like Saw is still to have him hurt Ezra.

Hi Slavin!

Saw being so obsessed with the big picture of his cause that it makes him apathetic to the plight of the people suffering under the Empire's hand. Thrawn parallels much?

(Oh hello moment that helped make "Reflections" wind up three times longer than planned.)

And the major difference between Ezra and Saw (and by extension Ezra and Thrawn)? Ezra is not willing to step on others in order to gain a victory.

Yeah no, regardless of how right he is, leaving Ezra and Sabine on an exploding ship was a dick move.

Still love Ezra getting to be badass against the Deathtrooper commander.

Shades of Season One "Breaking Ranks".

Aaaaaand bye Slavin.

I love them your honor.

At times I kind of wish this could have been the premiere because it's just so much fun. Has that nostalgic OT feel and sets up the new status quo much better. Ezra and Sabine get lots of lovely interaction and the themes of previous seasons are continued, with Ezra coming to an internal realization that he won't sacrifice the people in front of him now to some unseen "greater good". Which positions him perfectly to be a foil to Thrawn. <3 And sets up our return to Lothal, to fight the war the Rebellion thinks is still far off.

There's so much to like about this two-part episode. It's one of my favorites.

[blacksupremacy86]

Villainous Redemption Part 1

I have been causing hell in Gotham city for a few months trapping Batman in fury of Greek fire.

Red Hood and Robin tracked me over a tidal wave of chaos unleashing on to the many city streets.

I found myself huddling a way in some old fashion warehouse in the green distract of the city to their doom.

Nightwing uses a escrim stick swinging it in the air he flips it hard and smashes through the sky line.

The glass cracks splitting all over the place he lands it rains over him in excitement for him.

I clap a bit kicking the door open applauding his dramatic entrance in to the building or

crime scene.

“Nightwing babe! Good job”

“Please do not call me babe”

“Why not sexy?”

“Back up now or you will regret it”

“I will hold you to that”

“Asshole”

I clap my hands one more time a super loud thunder clap comes from my hand cashing a eruption.

The walls descend on to the building in a huff everything is enclose their no escape for him.

He flips in to the air somersaulting high end his reign with leap to the side attacking me legs first.

I side step him at the time of the lasers hit him hard covering over the room locking him in place.

Snapping my finger reverberating in sound so hard sending him flying in to the wall hit his back.

I stomp my feet the ground stir shaking out of control falling back on to his face Dick is at a loss.

“Oh your down fall is upon you “

“I no longer give a fuck anymore “

“I will soon assume control”

“No please”

“I beg of you “

“What do you beg of me?”

Nightwing conks out for eight hours on a cold night in the pitch of darkness he awoke to no avail.

“Where is he?”

“Did he leave me trap?”

“Come and find me”

“Bastard”

“I know you want me”

“You are obsessed with me”

“What if I am?”

“Then take me”

“I love your Grayson”

“Possess me”

“If you catch me you can have me”

“There you are, found you.”

“What’s my prize?”

“You get to love me”

“Mmmmmm”

“Aaaahhhhh! Fuck”

“So hard! Perfect body”

“Sorry Dick?!l what was that?”

“I took possession of her”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[kwiiwi1]

another post, only told one bro about it + shot to them once again but anywayss

look ok so like.. farting in ur SO or others clothes EEEEEEEE 😣😣😣😣😣😫😫😫😫😫 (it doesn't even need to be ur SO, it could be like a bro yknow)

LIKE OK LOOK OK SO uhh maybe a bro, call em A cause I'm lazy, got all pissy and shit after an argument with their SO, who is ofc B, and they're staying home right (maybe they have a job where they can work from home idk lol)

and idk maybe the dinner they had last night isn't sitting right with A, their tummys been complaining and cramping all day, making such a racket, they've been so bloated n shit 😔😔😔😔😔

and there's like a light bulb moment right, like where their tummy dilemma crashes together with their feelings of being a wanker towards B, and it's like "WOAH 😍😍😍😍😍 IDEAA ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️"

so they go into B's room and spend a few hours picking a bunch of clothes, a few pairs of underwear, some shorts and pants, shirts, maybe they'll snag a couple of hoodies while they're at it

then they get all cozy in said clothes mmm so comfortable so safe, and normally wearing their SO's clothes would bring A some kind of positive joy, but rn they feel evil 😈😈😈😈😈 so evil 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

ANYWAYSS just like.. A probs doing some random thing around the house when they feel a familiar urge near their hole and they like press a hand against their bloated belly before pushing it in and at the same time sticking their ass out

the shorts A's decided to wear hugs their ass so nicely stg before they let rip an absolute monster of a fart, the muffled sound the only thing they hear echoing out around their house as they moan or sigh in relief, letting their stink cling to the crack of B's shorts

A knows they shouldn't be taking their anger out like this, idk farting on ur SO's clothes doesn't feel right to them..

but the deeper more primal part of them thinks its fair, and like even though it's so taboo and embarrassing it's just.. so fucking hot my GOD- 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 (I've really had time to think this shit thru fr)

god maybe A wears a hoodie around their waist, grabbing it and pulling it close to their ass before letting rip, B's clothes muffling A's constant loud rumbling gas, stinking up both the house and their lovers clothes mmmmmmm 😫😫😫😫😫

stuffing a shirt under their ass on the couch and pushing their ass into it with a grunt, farting and crinkling up the shirt underneath nghhh 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

FARTING IN THEIR LOVES OWN UNDERWEAR AKDKKDDKWOFJ 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐 huffing the underwear to get a whiff of their own scent amdnakxjznsn 😣😣😣😣😣😣😣

the smell.. the absolute ripeness of A's stink... the warmth... mmmmmm lord I'm drooling and I shouldn't be 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

having the stink cling and fester to the clothes, practically becoming a part of B's clothes oh my 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 I've had sm time to think my thoughts on the matter fr

and then when they're all empty they take off B's clothes, fold them back up and place em back in B's room before acting all sweet and stuff when B gets back, like alls been forgiven (and it will al be forgiven in like a few hours tho lol)

although the next time B pulls out a random piece of clothing to wear they're a lil dumbfounded and suspicious about how their clothes stink when they haven't worn em... 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

[scriveyner]

chase forever down 17/31

chase forever down | 17/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~1600 words

Atsushi wobbled back and forth before his forehead came to rest against the door to Akutagawa’s apartment. “Knock~ knock~,” he sang, using his head to knock against the door.

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There was an extended moment of silence from inside before finally he heard movement on the other side of the apartment door. Akutagawa cracked it open, staring bewildered at Atsushi. Atsushi turned his head against the door and smiled, then hiccupped. “Hi, ‘kutagawa~!”

“Are you drunk?”

“Mmmmmm,” Atsushi rocked on his heels and planted his face right back against the door. “‘fink so. Dajai-shan took me shomewhere.” He squinted his eyes almost to the point of closed. “Mished you!”

“Idiot, we just saw each other two days ago.” Akutagawa closed the door enough to release the chain, and then opened it all the way. Atsushi slid in the door, expecting distantly to be caught, only to realize that Akutagawa had no such intention of helping when his head bounced off the genkan step. “Owwie.”

Akutagawa let out an aggrieved sigh and nudged him with his foot. When Atsushi didn’t move, Rashomon looped around his shoulders and pulled him the rest of the way in through the front door so that he could at least close it. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Elevenish!”

“Not even close.”

Rashomon half-carried, half-dragged Atsushi into the main room, dropping him unceremoniously on the couch. Atsushi made a small, nauseous-sounding noise, to which Akutagawa promptly returned with a bucket. “If you befoul my couch, you are going out the window.”

Atsushi sat up, blinking, arms wrapped around the bucket with it sitting in his lap. He leaned in close to it, then put his face in the bucket. Akutagawa watched him very nearly get his head stuck, but Atsushi managed to wiggle free and then scrunch up his nose. “Buck’it smells weird.”

“Because it is typically used for cleaning, weretiger, and not meant to stick your face into.”

“Oh.” He played with the handle, flipping it up only to watch it fall with a clatter against the rim.

Akutagawa sighed. “Why did Dazai-san take you drinking?”

“’cause I turned twenty in May an’ he forgot.”

There was a beat of silence, and Atsushi twisted on the cushion to squint dangerously at Akutagawa. “Did ‘u forget too?”

“How could I forget if you never informed me of when your birthday was in the first place?”

Atsushi continued to squint at him, before nodding his head and kicking his feet against the couch. “Well, ‘s in May, so jot that down.” He leaned all the way back, still hugging the bucket to his chest. “Dazai-shan said you should drink too, while you can. What does that mean? Can you not?” He tilted perilously to the side. “Izzat a vampire thing?”

“It is very cute of Dazai to say that, but vampires cannot get drunk, weretiger.”

“Oh.” Atsushi scrunched up his nose again. He leaned away from Akutagawa, and then back toward him again, rocking back and forth like a pendulum until he went too far over and his head thudded into Akutagawa’s lap. He was still hugging the bucket to his chest but twisted his head to stare up at Akutagawa who, he recognized now, looked quite long-suffering.

So, Atsushi tilted his head as far back as he could, baring his entire throat for Akutagawa.

Akutagawa began to look visibly harassed. “Weretiger. I just fed from you two nights ago, this is too soon—” Atsushi touched the side of his throat with fingernails sharp as claws, and dragged them down, drawing faint lines of blood beading to the surface. “You are going to get hurt.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Atsushi sang, eyes closed. “You like to make me feel good~.” He wiggled his entire body in Akutagawa’s lap, realized he could feel the bulge forming, and turned his face in toward it, inhaling deep. “Mm, your cock smells delicious…”

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa hissed.

Atsushi dropped the bucket finally, and it fell off the couch, rolling away. He pressed his fingers against the bulge. “Wanna choke on your cock,” he announced helpfully, practically salivating. Akutagawa grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head, twisting it back.

“Do not do that,” he said sharply. “You are drunk, and you will vomit.”

“Nope!” Atsushi sang, although Akutagawa kept a firm grip on the back of his head. He shook Atsushi by the hair, and Atsushi giggled and bared his throat again. “Make me feel good?” he asked coyly, looking up at Akutagawa through his eyelashes.

Akutagawa’s fangs were showing, pressed against his bottom lip. He was clearly fighting a losing battle and, drunk or not, Atsushi seized on that, climbing up his body until he was straddling Akutagawa, pressing his own bulge down against Akutagawa’s and keeping his head tilted just right, enticing him.

“Fuck,” Akutagawa breathed. “Fine. Let it be upon your own head, then.” He buried his fangs in Atsushi’s neck and Atsushi gasped, arching his back and shaking. His eyes wanted to roll back and his body go with them, but Akutagawa’s hand pressed against the small of his back kept him from going overboard.

Atsushi was warm and hard and hazy. He loosely gripped the front of Akutagawa’s loose sleep shirt, mouth open as the warmth spread through his veins, overtaking the hazy and leaving every limb tingling. Wet was growing in his pants, and Akutagawa palmed him clumsily. “Did you just come?” Akutagawa breathed across his neck, and Atsushi purred happily, still rubbing himself against Akutagawa.

Akutagawa’s eyes were glowing that deep, blood red, but he wasn’t doing anything particularly vampirish at the moment besides carrying him to bed with Rashomon’s assistance. Atsushi moaned when Akutagawa dropped him on the bed and pulled his pants and dirty underwear off; he batted at Akutagawa’s head when he cleaned Atsushi’s mess with his tongue.

He was sensitive there, and it made his hips try to come up off the bed, but Akutagawa kept him down effortlessly, showing off the strength that belied his small frame as he swallowed Atsushi’s cock.

It was a miracle he’d managed once already, drunk as he was, and Atsushi moaned but didn’t climax again despite Akutagawa’s mouth. He eventually tucked Atsushi into bed naked before stumbling into the other side of the bed.

Akutagawa’s movements had gone completely uncoordinated as well. He fell against the bed, tripping over his own feet and Rashomon stabbing into the mattress to keep him upright. Atsushi giggled. “You’re drunk too,” he accused.

“Shaddup,” Akutagawa muttered and finally made it into the bed. He rolled in under the covers and bumped into Atsushi, who wrapped his arms around him and bumped their noses together.

“Drunk!” he exclaimed happily. “’s what Dazai-san meant, you could get drunk off me!”

“Shaddup,” Akutagawa said again, trying to push Atsushi away. His eyes were still red, glowing in the dim light, and Atsushi caught his hands and held them.

“Pretty eyes,” he sang. “Pretty Akutagawa eyes~”

Akutagawa blushed hard, trying to pull his hands free but Atsushi was already drifting. He sang his little song to himself about Akutagawa’s eyes as he fell off the edge into darkness, surrounded by glowing red eyes.

=====

“You can’t give him too much,” the too-familiar voice said. Atsushi swam in the haze, drifting, he was laying in Akutagawa’s lap again, his entire body hot, burning, mouth dry, he wanted, he wanted—

“I shouldn’t give him any at all,” Akutagawa’s voice was clear, familiar. Atsushi wanted to wrap himself in his tones like a blanket, fall into it forever. “What if he doesn’t wake up? What if he doesn’t survive it—?”

“He will, you must be careful.” Something warm, familiar, heavy, it tingled through his limbs though they felt like dead weights. He couldn’t move if he wanted to.

Akutagawa’s fingers on his jaw, encouraging his mouth open. Drops of warmth, life, metallic and sweet… “not too much, slowly, weretiger…” and Atsushi’s eyes were open even though they weren’t, he saw a familiar form standing against the wall, arms folded and watching them on the bed, on Akutagawa’s bed…

…Dazai-san?

=====

Atsushi’s head felt like it was going to split open.

He groaned and considered self-suffocation with a pillow, before deciding it was too much work. Maybe he could bother Akutagawa to end his suffering with a single precise Rashomon strike. The light filtering in through the open blinds were daggers in his eyes. “Nngh, ‘kutagawa,” Atsushi prodded him with his hands, and Akutagawa made an equally distressed noise at the advent of daylight.

“Stoppit,” Akutagawa rumbled from half underneath the pillows.

“Voice thingy doesn’t work on me.”

“Fu’k you.”

Fair. Atsushi scrubbed his eyes with his palm, the faintest threads of the dream still tugging at the corners of his mind. He frowned. “Akutagawa, when you brought me here when I was sick, was there someone else here too? I dreamt about it.”

Akutagawa rumbled something that sounded affirmative, then emerged his head enough so that Atsushi could actually hear his response. “Yeah, Dazai-san was here.”

“Dazai-san knows you’re a vampire?” Atsushi said, astonished. Well, maybe not that astonished. Dazai did seem to know everything, and that also did explain a number of things, the first being the fact that he sent a very drunk Atsushi to Akutagawa with the express purpose of getting him drunk. “Huh.”

Akutagawa let out a very annoyed huff. “Of course he knows, who d’ you think turned me?”

Atsushi closed his eyes against the very aggravating, very painful daylight. That also made sense, Akutagawa had mentioned that his life was saved by being turned, and it checked out as Dazai-san liked to make sure his toys were still useful long past their expiry date.

Wait.

Atsushi opened his eyes.

He sat up slowly.

He turned to look at Akutagawa, still half buried in the pillows and trying valiantly to pretend daylight wasn’t happening to him.

“Dazai-san is a vampire!?”

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[metalliceyepoker]

I dunno. I really dunno. He hits all the right spots (wink). Let's see.....

Owns a bigass factory with multiple underground floors.

That has a junkyard. And underground junk pit.

The building is for manufacturing cyborg undead soldiers and workers.

The place is a labyrinth. And huge death fans.

Is a maniac. That glint in his eyes cannot be faked whatsoever. 100% pure manic energy. It triggers my freeze response and 'fuck that creature right now' response.

Cuban Cigar ey. 😏 Two sentences. Fine taste hidden beneath the bitterness. Shotgun kiss.

A hammer, that he slings over his shoulders, can lean on it, is metal so he can manipulate it however he wants, can be disassembled, store the parts in a...fancy case. Too heavy to use and he picks it up with one hand.

Is an engineer.

Got crazy creativity. Look at Sturm. Imagine making something because you can.

Flirty fuck.

That.....voice...........ah my kneecaps are melting.........

Stop purring you bobcat.

Why'd you tip your hat like that. Why'd you walk like that. Why'd you talk like that. What is that pose. What is that expression. You are a showman type of guy? Why do you keep getting better the more I know you.

Conspiring crook. Scheming shit.

Grave robber.

His attire. Y does he wear a spring scale? To weight bodies? For his soldat? Hobo look and military vibe really does it for me. Leather gloves. Black buckle boots. That hat with long ashen hair. Trench coat. Dog tag. Compass for fashion finally someone gets it.

Symbol for him is iron horse. For his HORSE DI-

Biggest ego in the room.

Got death traps.

Shielding his eyes. Smart man.

Have I mentioned enough times how much I love rebels?

Hard working.

Durable. Tough.

Grumpy.

Revenge seeking angy one. Borderline insane from rage. There's a reason why I like Sweeney Todd.

I like middle aged guys.

Partner in crime material.

Awkward in weird moments.

That eye color and the predatory glare combo is cheating. It's branded into my brain now.

Bbbitchhhh. Mirander. Seriously. I love his accent.

German. What's with german men and their handsomeness these days. How'd I only found about this.

Rough around the edges? Good. Need good, coarse whetstone to sharpen my blade and my senses.

I like macabre stuff a little too much. He literally works with corpses.

Oh look! Here is a very dangerous and unstable individual that probably should not be set loose into society! Do it. DO IT RIGHT NOW.

All my intrusive thoughts now sound like him. I saw that short film where Neil Newbon was a claw hammer wielding maniac and cracked open a man's skull. Yeah, now I imagine Karl doing that.

I like violence. He's violent.

That bit of childishness in him.

You left that, 'look out the window' letter for Ethan to find, didn't ya, sneaky? It's written behind a photo of your soldat. Sneaky shit. Clever man.

So disorganized.

Conspiring.

His lips so thick. Scar compliments it perfectly. That scar over his Adam's apple too. His motherfucking lips, guys. I wanna touch.

Mmm chub+worker's muscle combo mmmmmm

Mid-boss fight, 'I feel so alive!', 'I can't get enough of this!' Of course he'd feel alive during literal fight to the death. Of course. My kind of guy.

In this modern world, having the power to manipulate magnetic field and electricity is really huge.

He's an engineer too, managed the entire factory on his own. Knows what he's doing. He really is a force to be reckoned with. Just been too deprived of everything to show his potential.

Want to prove him wrong.

Some peeps here seem to hc that you only ever worked on dead bodies and nothing worse, but I can just sense that homicidal urge radiating off of you all the time. Honestly, same.

That wide toothy grin that's so annoying as much as it's endearing.

I like your grit, man. That kept you from losing it completely for years didn it?

But seeing him flying off the handle will be fantastic too. I can't decide whether I want you content or livid. I like that.

Got more but don't got nearly enough time. Dunno where tf he's been all these years, but he got all the traits I love packed into one man. God. Who knew stars can align. Fak.

[tiptapricot]

WWBN liveblog thoughts

LOOOOVE the classic horror opening oUGhHuoigh

O weird I forgot this is in the MCU proper lol hiiii avengers

Like the fuzzy audio mmmmm tasty

Deep cheesy narration my love

Jack looking worried and pitiful rightttt off the bat

Love the score

I like all the accents mmmmm words sound nice

Sound effects giving me some nice asmr vibes heehohohoho

OH ELSAS BRITISH???? HOHOUUU??? She looks similar enough to Jessica Jones my brain just expected American. They should kiss btw I don know anything about her rn but they should.

Jacks just like: mmmmmm yeah mmm yeah I’ve killed ppl mhm lotsa ppl

Elsa has huge cock energy good for her

THIS END UP ON THE BACK OF THE COFFIN WBGEHEHEHEJJRJR

Man I want my corpse to b a puppet lol that fucks

Jack makes the most expressions. Human(ish) embodiment of O-O

Ohhh I love monochrome things w limited color

He keeps looking more “oh fuck” this entire time

Fire tuba Hee Hee

O heck yea. Nice maze.

All these characters r peak character design

Gettin Wolfy w it maybe? 👀

Smoky feet preents

Elsa killing n violence real

Nice gore

Oh he’s not getting wolfy w it :-( (yet)

“Hey! :-D” o this is so cute

Getting locked in a crypt w the bestie

The inherent intimacy in helping w stopping bloodflow

Jacks just vibing in all of this

Spideees

Corpse robbing w the bestie

“TeD” his voice so nice

HAHA GET HEAD FLAME CRUSHED

“You have a lovely name” so true he does

JUST GO PUT IT IN THE CRACK

JUST SET IT IN THE WALL IF IT—ok good

Oh nOWWW HES GONNA GET WOLFY W IT YEAHHGGHHHH

Uh oh :-( he got monster outed :-(

Elsa’s pretty

“R u ok?”

He’s so cute like he’s just a guy trying his best

Love the music n sound effect panning

Lol GET SNIFFED

“Once.” :-(

Werewolf by night takes almost 40 minutes to werewolf at night

Love the flashy fake lightning vibes

He’s a big hairy beastie guy!!!!

Haha get wolf grabbed

There he ISSSS oh he looks awesome amazing monster movie vibes

Ear tasty

HAHAHWH THROAT CUT EPIC MOMENT

LENSE BLOOD SPATTER YEAHHH SICK

Get bloodstoned idiot

Lots of throat cutting in this

Being the only survivors w the bestie

This is rlly cute

Face tUCHHHHH

There he goessssss

YEAH GET HER ASS TED WOOOOOOOOOOOO

bodySLAMMED

Man thing my love

HEHHEHEH COLOR FADING IN NICE THAT LOOKS SO PRETTY

Werewolf hangover

Pretty gay to b monsters together

Pretty gay to get sushi

Awww :-) Very sweet n pleasant. I would like them to come back pls.

[shapeshiftinterest]

How To Say ‘Moon‘: moon and original baby character

2 dads pick their baby up from superstar daycare and moon gets a new nickname

story under the read more

How To Say ‘Moon‘ (also on ao3)

Moon looked up at the sound of soft knocking coming from the daycare doors. With one last glance at the sleeping children, he called for his cable, attaching it to his back and slowly gliding away from the group and towards the entrance.

Opening the doors just a crack, the naptime animatronic was surprised to see both of Jackson’s dad’s on the other side.

“Hey Moon!“ the shorter one chirped, holding up a baby carrier. “We’re here to pick up Jackson.“

“Hello Mr. Reed, and Mr. Reed.“ The taller of the two smiled into his scarf as  Moon’s faceplate spun, matching their IDs to the roster. No reason to be sloppy just because the two were regulars. “I will get Jackson, they’ll be happy to see you both.“

Moon soon returned with the child cradled in his arms. Jackson squinted at the light coming from outside the daycare and whined, turning away to bury their face in Moon’s ruffles.

Moon chuckled, patting their back a few times before handing the baby over to the dad holding the carrier. Jackson squirmed in his arms, doing a 180 to make grabby hands at Moon.

“Mmmm!! Mmmmmm!!“

Their dad bounced them. “What is it, Sweetie?“

Moon watched, curious as to what the baby was trying to do, but not daring to try and hold them again. Unfortunately, once a child was picked up by their guardians they were out of his jurisdiction, so even if he wanted to hold them it was against the rules.

Jackson’s face scrunched. “Mmmmm!!!“

“I think they want to give Moon a goodbye hug.“ The other said, giving up on distracting their child with his scarf.

“Mmmmm! Mom!“ Jackson squealed in delight, grabby hands still reaching.

All three adults (?) froze.

“....“

“Oh my god.“ Moon looked at the shorter Mr. Reed, his arms hovering.

“Oh my gooooooddd!!“ The taller Mr. Reed exclaimed. The two started laughing, quickly passing Jackson to Moon as they both doubled over, unable to breathe. The child wasted no time giving the animatronic the biggest hug a 10 month old could give with their chubby little arms.

“I am so sorry. I swear we didn’t teach them that-.“ Moon started, only to be shushed by a hand appearing in his field of vision.

“No no-ppffff hhhahahaha.“ The shorter Mr. Reed doubled over, wiping away his tears with a wheeze. “It- It’s fine, haha.“

His husband lay on the floor, clutching his stomach. “I can’t breathe, holy shit-“

“Language!“ Moon chastised, Jackson now playing with the bell on Moon’s hat.

“Sorry.“ The two droned, still smiling.

The taller Mr. Reed strapped Jackson into the carrier. “Y’know,“ he said, clicking one of the buckles into place. “It’s probably because you remind them of their crib mobile.“

“Mobile?“ Moon asked.

“Yeah,“ the shorter husband said “Jackson has one of those universe themed mobiles we got as a gift.“

“Plus they’re barely a year old.“ His husband chimed in. “They probably just haven’t gotten the hang of speaking yet, y’know, being a baby and whatnot.“

Mr. Reed playfully kicked at his husband and rolled his eyes. “Anyway we’ll see you again Moon. Or should we say, ‘Mom’?“

The two cackled, waving back as they were ushered out of the daycare by an embarrassed daycare animatronic a full 2 and a half heads taller than them.

[ninjago-text-adventures]

LL is so adorable ❤

~🪀

Zane set down a plate with two well-sized pancakes in front of Lloyd. A small assortment of syrup, chocolate syrup (Jay wanted that specifically), powder sugar, and butter pre-sliced was set down on the table by Kai as Zane went to plate the others' breakfast.

S1 Zane: Can you cover the rest of the setting? I'm going to bring down Cole a plate before you all leave.

S1 Jay: Yeah! Oh, put some boysenberry jam on one of the toast slices. Cole loves that stuff.

S1 Zane: Noted!

Zane was gone a second after stacking Cole's plate. That guy had almost every jam in the fridge shoved on 2 slices of toast...

Little Lloyd poked his plain pancakes, were they supposed to be plain to taste first and then add stuff on it or...?

LL: Do I eat it like this?

Nya: Silly, you top it with whatever you want!

S1 Jay: But you gotta test the toppings first!

Jay lifted the chocolate syrup. Then he squeezed a fat, (un)healthy helping onto his plate, the thick syrup making a SPLORP-ing sound as it enveloped his poor pancakes. They never stood a chance.

Jay then cuts a thick slice with a fork and shoved the drenched pancakes in his mouth. A couple of bites in before he smiled, a good layer of chocolate syrup covering his teeth.

Nya, laughing: That's gross!

S1 Jay: Yep! Works just fine!

LL laughed, reaching for the chocolate bottle.

S1 Kai: Easy there, you can't have too much.

S1 Kai: Unless you wanna get cracked out like Jay.

S1 Jay, mouth full of pancakes: MMMMMM-

Kai helped Lloyd pour a more sensible drizzle over one corner of his pancake.

Little Lloyd watched a couple more times as Jay and Nya ate theirs when he picked up the small (still oversized) fork provided to him and carefully hacked out a piece of pancake.

He shoved it in his mouth and took a few curious bites... and then he chewed faster, his feet happily rocking in rhythm.

Lloyd was actually a pretty well-mannered kid.

After- y'know- Being taken in and getting properly fed.

[shreddedparchment]

A Wife for Thor Pt.13

12/12/2020

The Honeymoon’s Not Over

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,309

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst, light smut, language, talks of pregnancy

A/N: I’m sorry these are taking longer. My grandparents are living with me for a few months and these are going to get a little slower now that they’re here. I hope you enjoy it! If you have a favorite part, let me know what it is! I’d love to hear. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my stories on any other blogs or sites.

REBLOGS are always welcome!

Not knowing what to expect from a marriage to a veritable stranger is predictable. Of course, you’re not going to know what’s to come when you don’t know the man you’ve agreed to marry.

Apart from the responsibilities of the throne you’ve chosen to sit upon, and the obligations you have to provide the kingdom with an heir, the marriage you have chosen for yourself was entered into blindly.

You knew absolutely nothing about Thor when you agreed to marry him. You knew a little bit more by the time you stood directly opposite him and said your vows.

Now, after spending time with him in the company of his comrades, his friends, you know what Thor sounds like when he busts a gut. You see the twinkle in his one eye when they all sit around the living room reminiscing about battles won.

You see sadness over their losses, and the loyalty of his friendship. You see the weight they all carry on their shoulders to give this world its best chance against all forms of threat.

Most of all, you know how proud Thor is to have you by his side. At every moment possible, he’s pulled you into their games and conversations. He’s invited Tony to give you a tour of the compound and Bruce had tagged along and whispered to you smaller things that Tony conveniently left out because they weren’t things for him to boast about.

As the night went on, the Avengers told you their farewells and those that lived outside of the compound took their leave. They told you it was so nice to meet you, shook your hand—or hugged you as was the case with Wanda, Nat, and Steve—and then made you promise to stop by again and stay for longer than a day.

“We’ll make a real vacation of it, I assure you,” Thor promises Bucky who has taken a shine to you more enthusiastically than you thought he would.

Since you made your opinions on Loki clear, he’s been much more eager to speak with you and exchange ideas on more than just overlooking the troubled pasts of people desperate to make a change.

By one o’clock in the morning, Tony and Bruce are the only two left in the living room.

Bruce sits at the edge of the sofa, his glasses balanced at the end of his nose as he scrolls through large amounts of text and numbers on a sleek black tablet.

Tony has taken over the corner of the sectional, his phone pressed to his ear again as he yawns but resists sleep.

You hear him say Pepper’s name and a quick acknowledgement that he misses her when you decide that maybe it’s time to give them their privacy.

You rise slowly, Thor back in the main common room where you’d all eaten dinner, talking to Loki or Hilde on his own phone to keep up with what’s happening back home.

Bruce notices, not as invested in his reading as you’d thought.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You admit, gesturing over your shoulder towards the other room.

“Oh, okay. Have a good night. I think Tony has breakfast set up for eight o’clock tomorrow morning so, the others will be back by then. I think?”

Bruce turns towards Tony who has his legs folded up on the seat, his hand combing through the back of his head as a sappy grin overtakes his face.

“Hey, breakfast at eight, right? Tomorrow morning?” Bruce asks, reaching over to place his hand on the seat of the sofa to attempt and get his attention.

“Hold on, Pep, there’s some weird old man trying to ask me something. I think if I ignore him long enough, he’ll leave me alone.” Tony mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear but muffled enough to make it clear that you’re not supposed to.

From the other end of the phone, you hear a clearly amused female voice speak back, “Be nice. He’s trying to be accommodating for Thor’s wife.”

He throws his hand back towards Bruce and waves his hand at him in clear dismissal.

Bruce sighs and gives you an apologetic smile, but you’re smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry. Just to be safe, we’ll say eight o’clock.”

“Thanks, Bruce. For the tour and everything.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Bruce nods.

“Good night. Good night, Tony.” You call at him pointedly.

Tony makes a point to look back at you, fixing you with a buttery smile, “Goodnight, Cherub.”

You scoff, laughing a little, but give them a wave and move into the common room.

Thor’s back is tense, and it makes you worry.

Despite the conversation you’d overheard in the kitchen, you’re more confident now than before that Thor is devoted to you.

Because it’s in his touch. It’s in his gaze. It’s in the way he pulls you into his side when the others teased you about now being obligated to be an Avenger and the consequent terror that filled your eyes.

“A jest, my sweet.” Thor had whispered, then chuckled with the others.

He’d promised to tell you about this threat when the two of you were alone, but you’re so exhausted and as much as you want to go over and demand he fill you in now, you turn down the long hallway and pass two or three doorways before you reach the bedrooms.

The first door on the left is Thor’s and you slip in quietly, hoping not to interrupt Thor’s phone call.

It’s toasty warm inside. You peel off your clothes and despite wanting to just snuggle into bed, you make your way into the bathroom and the deep tub is long and wide enough for two people.

You flip on the shower instead, the water burning hot and as it glides down along your skin it summons goosebumps as the cold is chased away.

You hadn’t realized how chilly the compound is until now, and wonder if the Avengers are just hot natured. It would be weird for all of them to be like that, but if the ones with powers are like Thor, then maybe they all run a little hotter?

A tickle around your arms, just above your elbows, coaxes your eyes back open.

You hadn’t even realized you were falling asleep. Looking down you see two sets of large familiar fingers.

The hands they’re attached to turn you around and pull you close until Thor’s lips press down against yours, pushing you even further into peaceful bliss.

He opens his mouth wide, coaxing your own to respond as his tongue delves hungrily into your mouth.

You’re slow to respond, so tired but eager and pleased with the affection.

Thor’s knee nudges against the inner part of your thigh and you take a step, but he catches it as you do, and he lifts it up against his hip.

Water rains down along your naked bodies and Thor slides into you slowly.

You moan, low and sweet. Quiet and pleased but lazy.

“Thor…” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he dips down to nibble at your throat.

He pumps in and out so deliciously slow that the stretch of him pulls an orgasm from you quickly.

You’re so sensitive at the moment. You go limp in his arms, and he adjusts to support your body as you relax while he continues to push into you.

He rests your back against the shower wall, hips pulled against his as he fucks you slow. Watching him thrust into you, hips rolling slow, is perfection.

You caress the side of his face and he pulls back to look at you before he kisses you sweetly.

It all feels like a dream, and as he speeds up, you shut your eyes and you’re sent off with another wave of pleasure.

~~~~~~~~~~

The morning is toasty. Large warmth wrapped around you.

You twist where he holds you, straining to look at his face which you know like the back of your hand by now. No eyepatch, you reach up to trace the edges of his missing eye.

He croons and curls into your touch, the space gets red and itchy sometimes from wearing the patch all day.

This feeling, this soft glow in your chest, the way it aches and makes you feel like you could fly is something you didn’t know to expect from your marriage.

This iridescence, this shine that grows from your very center to entangle itself around you and Thor.

“Sleep longer,” Thor whispers, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.

He pulls you closer, large hands splayed against your back as he rubs it several times up and down.

It almost does lure you back to sleep but you force your eyes open.

“We have to go down for breakfast. Everyone will be waiting.”

“Mmmmmm,” Thor protests.

No, he’s straight up whining. Tightening his hold, you groan as he squeezes. Any harder and he’ll crack your back.

“Thor,” You insist, and after a bit he opens his eye and peeks at your face before shutting it again.

“I do not appreciate early mornings when I am supposed to be enjoying uninterrupted time with my new wife.”

“You’re the one that brought us here!” The chuckle that slips through your lips is unintentional, but he’s so cute all pouty.

“It doesn’t matter,” He frowns, “I am King. Things should go my way.”

“Well, excuse me Your Majesty. Should I go tell the Avengers that they need to reschedule breakfast until you’re ready to wake up?”

“Yes,” When you start to move, he shoots up, tackling you to the bed and pinning your arms over your head as you laugh. “Wait, I don’t want you to leave the bed.”

“How the hell else am I supposed to go tell them then?”

“I suppose we can’t make them wait. I am so glad that we’ve still got a few days left to spend at your home. I want to make sure we go back to the palace with my child firmly planted in your womb.” He gushes and even though the words aren’t exactly dirty, it’s got your core throbbing and aching for more of what you think happened last night.

“Did we make love last night?” You really don’t know if it was just a dream or not.

It was all so sleepy, the memory like smoke. It could very well have been a wet dream.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Kinda. I was so tired.”

The amused curve of Thor’s lips give you the confirmation you need, “Yes, you were very tired. I had to catch you after your second climax. You fell asleep just as I also reached mine.”

“I don’t remember,” You confess, trying hard to remember what happened after your eyes shut.

You vaguely remember feeling supportive hands on the back of your head and back.

The soft mattress of his bed supporting you as he placed you on it?

“I’m not allowed to get drunk or to get really tired around you anymore. I hate not remembering my nights with you.”

He settles down on top of you, keeping his weight light and balanced on his side. His hands he brings down along your arms until he has his right cupping the left side of your head while his left hand finds its usual spot on your hip.

“I quite enjoy it when you can’t keep your eyes open. You sang for me on our wedding night.”

His reminder makes you groan and you turn away from him but he catches your lips in a kiss before you can turn away fully.

Thor gives you a good morning. A very good morning.

You both shuffle out into the common room where you’d had dinner last night with wide smiles, playful chuckling, and completely satisfied.

Both of you are so into what the other is saying or doing with their hands that you don’t really hear the murmur of conversation by the long table.

“When we get back, we should break in that bench in your backyard.” Thor whispers.

“Are you joking? That thing is gonna leave so many marks on my body. No way.”

“Come on, I’ll put a blanket, and you can be on top.” He presses his lips right up against your ear as he seduces you, but you’re stronger than that...maybe.

“Mmm, that’s really tempting there, Your Majesty,” you tease, reaching up to tug on his ear until he meets your lips in a quick peck.

It’s noisy and it smacks. So loud in fact, that you two finally notice the way the murmur of voices has disappeared and turned into silence.

Both of you stop, searching ahead for what might have caused the sudden death of conversation and at first don’t see anything.

Well, you don’t see anything.

“Good morning, everyone. What’s-is everything okay?” You ask, finding Steve’s face as he stands with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at you and Thor with his chin tucked in a bit.

He looks pensive and worried.

A quick look at Natasha and Wanda tells you that they’re worried for you for some reason. Both of them sitting at the edge of their seats.

Beside you, Thor has gone stiff.

“Thor?” You look at him, not sure why and search his face to see if there might be a clue but his eye is lasered in across the room and you follow his gaze.

You’re still not quite certain what he sees until movement on the furthest seat of the table draws your attention to a small brunette, with peachy skin, rosy cheeks, and bright brown eyes.

She’s so nervous that she’s almost clumsy, pushing her long hair over her shoulder, her lips quivering into a smile and then back into a straight line several times before they settle into a teeny uncertain curve of her lips.

Pink lips. Not chapped. Perfectly proportioned so that both lips are the exact same thickness.

“Jane…” Thor says, almost like it’s a realization.

“Oh,” Your voice is more timid than you expected it to come out if you ever came face to face with this woman. “That’s Jane.”

You’re suddenly really sad you never Googled her so that you’d at least have been prepared for the absolute petite beauty that she is.

Thor’s head whips towards you and he blinks, mouth opening as he searches for the words.

“I-we-er-I mean...This-this is my wife,” He introduces you breathlessly.

Clearly seeing her has caught him by as much surprise as you. Maybe more.

“Queen of Asgard,” he gives her your full name.

In Asgardian tradition, since Thor doesn’t technically have a last name in the traditional sense like humans do, you’ve kept your own.

“Right,” Jane shuts her eyes, claps her hands gently then nods slowly. “Right, of course. You’re King now! RIght. Your Majesties.”

Her greeting is simple and she even gives a quick somewhat off balance curtsy, probably from her nerves.

“Oh, that’s-”

Thor takes your hand, pulling you just a smidge more into his side, cutting off your protest to her curtsy.

“Thank you for that,” Thor tells her, nodding once. “None of these rascals bothered to bow to my new Queen.”

There’s something odd about Thor’s voice that you’ve never heard before. An anger. Subdued rage. Surprise too. His own sprinkle of nerves thrown in there as well.

You steal a glance up at his face and find a tightness around his eyes as he then drops your hand to slip it around your shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, and the Avengers take this as their cue to rise from their spots and move into the living room or the kitchen.

Jane comes around the table, stopping a few feet away from the two of you.

Their eyes are locked on each other, her pretty browns and Thor’s one electric blue.

The silence, though it lasts only a quick three seconds, is endless. Instantly you’re an intruder and you spot Bruce peeking from the kitchen. He makes eye contact with you and there’s a beckoning from him, a promise of safety and sanctuary in this super fucked situation you find yourself in and you pull out from Thor’s arm and nearly scamper into the kitchen but a large hand wraps around your wrist gently, pulling to stop you from moving.

“Where are you going?” Thor’s face has softened, all tension leaving his beautiful face as he steps towards you to close the distance between your bodies.

It’s still respectful, a good two feet between you as opposed to the narrow six inches he’s kept you in all week.

Something tells you that he’s also keeping you at arms’ length because Jane is right there and it’s only been at most, two weeks since he ended things with her.

“I was going to give you two some space.” You whisper, though Jane is literally right there, so she can hear you.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” She starts, but Thor cuts her off, almost as if he can’t hear her.

“You do not have to give us space, cherub. You are right where you should be, at my side.” Thor doesn’t bother to whisper, but it’s clear in the volume of his voice that his words are meant only for you.

“It feels weird…” You whisper more quietly that it makes Thor move closer and lean his head down.

“It shouldn’t,” He reaches up to stroke your cheek, and you can’t help but peek at Jane.

She’s watching the two of you, her eyes darting away and back and away again, a fleeting look of confusion on her pretty face.

You reach around Thor’s side and give his side a little pinch to bring his attention back to Jane.

“She’s waiting,” you inform him, and flick your head in her direction before turning to face her again, planting yourself beside Thor just as he wants.

“Right,” Thor agrees, then wraps his arm right back around your shoulders. “What brings you to the compound, Jane? I can’t imagine anything would get you out of the desert with what you showed me last time I was there.”

Your heart gives an upsetting lurch at the reminder to Thor’s and Tony’s conversation last night, but you simply lean into Thor’s side some more, pushing down your insecurities for now.

“Yeah, um...I was in the lab when a weird energy spike completely threw off my sensors. It fried my stabilizer. So, I checked with NASA and UNOOSA, CNSA, SUPARCO, and a whole bunch of other contacts at various space agencies around the world and all of them also had similar readings. Not as strong, but they all swear that they don’t have anything in orbit or out in that quadrant. Given the strength of the surge, I contacted Tony to let him know so that he could get word to you but then he told me that you’d be here this week for a day, so I...I decided to stop by and tell you myself.”

She smiles, just a quick awkward little thing, at you and then at Thor.

Thor’s mind processes what she just told him as quickly as it can while you steal a glance at the kitchen again where Tony is peeking out this time.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were going to be so nice.” He tells you, unapologetic that his words will reach all ears in all three rooms.

He quickly ducks out when you frown at him, leaving Bruce peeking out behind him who then panics and also pulls himself back out of sight.

What you can infer from his words is that he’d invited her to come when he’d known that you and Thor would be on your honeymoon in an attempt to get them back together?

As you look back to Jane who stands there staring at Thor with those stupid big brown eyes, you wonder if she knew Tony’s plans and that’s why she’s here.

“What’s the trajectory of the energy you found? What’s it heading towards?” Thor wonders, taking a half step forward, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

Your mind goes into a sudden frenzy as you, like him, put two and two together quickly.

“The threat?” You guess, stepping away from him but also moving around so that you can look at him and speak a little more face-to-face with him and Jane too.

You’d completely forgotten about the damn threat! You’d been so seduced and tired last night that you passed out. Then Thor woke you up so sweetly with more seduction that you’ve put the secret threat Thor has been trying to hide from you out of your mind.

His furrowed brow, large biceps bulging as he crosses his arms across his chest, betray his guilt at having kept it from you. But the two of you know that you have no time to dwell on petty arguments, so you table the argument you’d planned on having last night for another time.

“Could that be it?” You push, looking to Jane who looks a little confused by the tension in both your and Thor’s bodies.

“It might be.”

“What threat?” Jane wonders.

“What’s the matter, Cherub? What’s got you all worried?” Tony shuffles over, probably having heard the bit about the threat.

You give him a quick glance before you look at Jane, “What kind of energy reading was it? Cosmic? Solar? Celestial?”

All of the Avengers who had begun to make their way back into the common room for breakfast along with Thor, Tony, and Jane stop to look at you, several of them with mouths open and in complete surprise.

The silence is deafening, pressing in on you from every direction. Thor takes a step towards you and seems to be the only one unphased by your question.

“I don’t know that Jane would be able to determine the type of energy at this distance.” And yet, he turns to look at her once he’s spoken. “Jane?”

She blinks, still completely in shock by your knowledge, “Uh, I might be able to find a way to determine...how do you know about-?”

“As soon as Thor formally asked me to marry him I started to make a list of things that would probably be good to know in my position. Loki helped me um…” Wait, shoot...maybe you shouldn’t be so open with them?

“The weird sister helped you what?” Tony asks, casual disdain in his voice for the younger Asgardian prince.

You frown at him.

“Nevermind.” You cross your arms across your chest and sit down on the seat right behind you.

“He didn’t mean that, cherub.” Thor cuts in, moving towards you he pulls the seat beside you out to sit down, facing you. “Isn’t that right, Stark?”

“No.” You frown, really not liking the way some of them seem to really hate Loki.

Part of you knows that you can’t blame them. Loki did a lot of bad the last time he was here for an extended period of time.

He killed a lot of people and wreaked havoc on New York. They have every right to be angry at him. Even though you know this, you can’t find yourself letting them get away with their open hatred for him in front of you.

Thor looks at Tony with a pleading, his large hands on your knees as he strokes your legs softly to try and soothe you.

You see Tony roll his eyes from the corner of your own and with a silent exasperated sigh, he throws his hands out in front of him to physically push away his words.

“Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry. He’s made amends, right? He’s spent the time since he came back doing right by those people that he hurt. You’re right.” The longer Tony speaks, the more it looks like it physically hurts him to say sorry.

“Wait, you actually like Loki?” Jane asks, her smile in slight disbelief.

“Didn’t he save your life before?” You throw at her, having heard all about her infection by the Aether and how she’d helped Thor save many worlds.

It’s intimidating and not a story you’d easily forget.

At the time, you’d wondered how you’re ever going to compare to that. She’s helped Thor save Earth twice. What can you do?

Your words have the desired effect, and she quickly deflates as you meet Thor’s eye and sigh slowly.

“They don’t mean anything by it, cherub,” Thor promises, his voice soft and gentle and soothing.

You see the way Jane’s head twists in your direction at his pet name for you but he reaches up to take hold of your chin and turn your face towards his.

“Loki is lucky to have your loyalty.” He praises, looking genuinely happy about it too, but the smile leaves quickly in favor of his curiosity. “But how did you learn about different types of energy?”

“Loki hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe when I told him that I wasn’t sure that I was up for the task of being Queen and wife of an Avenger since I knew almost nothing about anything. I-I did a lot of reading.” You admit, heart in arrest as you gauge everyone’s reaction to Loki’s deceit. “But he only did it because I was crying and really worried and I was almost having a straight up panic attack, and he wanted to help so he offered me a place to learn and I couldn’t-I didn’t have it in me to say no even when he told me how he was going to get me the info so if you’re going to blame anyone, blame me because I was feeling so inadequate and he was just trying to make me feel better.”

Once again, the room is left in silence, save for Thor who smiles at you and reaches around to grab the back of your neck and give it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s alright. We’re not angry. Any of us, right?” As he looks around at everyone, they all nod quickly, giving you reassuring smiles save for Tony who has his arms crossed over his chest now, hand covering his mouth as he shakes with silent laughter.

“You’re angry?” You ask him, and he startles slightly when he realizes you’re talking to him.

“Me? Oh, no. No, I’m not. I just can’t wait to tell Fury that Loki hacked into his servers.” Tony bursts into laughter and has to turn away from all of you and move back into the kitchen to get a hold of himself.

“I’m sorry.” You repeat, reaching down to take hold of Thor’s hand, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, love. Never.” He smiles at you, then pulls you down to kiss your forehead before rising and moving to stand behind you. “Can you get to work on detecting the type of energy it was that destroyed your instruments?”

Jane straightens up out of her slouched pouting as she realizes that he’s talking to her, “Yes. I can. That’s kind of why I came here, to get some help from Bruce. It could also be gamma, so I wanted to consult with him before I made any decisions.”

Bruce lumbers forward between Nat and Bucky, waving Jane over, “We can go now? I don’t exactly have an appetite at the moment. If you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Jane shakes her head and moves for him as he turns to lead the way.

Before she can get too far, she stops and turns to look at you and Thor as he moves back to take his seat next to you, your hands pulled up to his lips.

“Uh, congrats again, both of you,” With a firm nod, she turns and leaves you all to your breakfast.

~~~~~~~~~~

“We don’t have to cut our honeymoon short?”

“Definitely not.” Thor frowns, “I would quit my job as King of Asgard if we had to end our private time.”

You smile, despite the pit in your stomach, “You can’t quit, silly.”

“I can. Loki would be more than happy to take over.”

“Well, I won’t let you quit. You’re an amazing King.”

“You’re my wife. You are clearly biased in my favor. I can’t believe a word you say.”

You chuckle at his playful banter, but after a few seconds, your worry for the people of your kingdom takes over.

“But really, Thor. If the threat coming is the same thing that destroyed Jane’s equipment, shouldn’t we go home and, I don’t know, deal with it?”

Thor breathes in deep, considering your words as he finishes pulling off his armor, tossing the last piece onto his red cape leaving him in a plain dark shirt and pants.

In a clear attempt to distract you, he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a distraction.

Mmmph!

“I already have Sif and Hilde working on it. Loki is managing things with the palace, beefing up security for when we get there and until Tony and Bruce can come and make their own modifications.”

“Then we can enjoy our last four days?”

“Enjoy them?!” Thor moves to you, slipping his hand down around the waist of your skirt where it intertwines with the lower piece and with a firm tug, he rips through the fabric leaving only the bodice.

You gasp, hand pressed to your chest as you laugh in surprise.

“I’m going to impregnate you in the next four days if it’s the last thing I do.”

Oh my.

“No, turn around for me cherub, so I can finish ripping this dress off of you.” He coaxes you around and leans down to press a kiss to your back, then rips down the back of your bodice with more firm tugs that shake your body.

His lips trail open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs with a possessive squeeze.

Despite your worries, it doesn’t seem like seeing Jane has affected his desire for you in any way. Somehow you’d never believed his devotion to you, until now.

With meeting Jane now that you’re married out of the way, and Thor’s cock still solid as he rutts into you from behind as he strips you, you feel a lot more secure in the emotions and passion you’re able to summon from him.

Almost like he knows you need it, “Tell me you love me, cherub.”

How can he doubt it?

“I love you, puppy.” It just slips out and Thor freezes.

You panic, turning to look at him because you hadn’t meant to say it, and it was something you’d just been calling him in your head in secret because of that look he gives you when he’s begging you to give in for whatever he wants in the moment.

“I’m-” He cuts you off, smashing his mouth down onto you, open wide as he delves into you, tasting you, tongue searching and coaxing.

“Mmmph,” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him to grip the back of his shirt tight.

He suddenly tosses you back onto your bed, pulling his shirt over his head and then shoving his pants down before he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the edge. With wide splayed out hands he pushes your thighs open and settles between them, two fingers run up along your slick slit making you quiver.

“Tell me again,” he orders, voice so deep you feel it in your toes.

“I love you, pu-AH!”

[my-ghost-monument]

Thoughts on 13x06:

Mostly just incoherent noises again, to be perfectly honest. In simple words, I really, really enjoyed it!

- Three doctors. I loved this way of storytelling. And the two doctors having a bit of a flirt? Contact between all three? Sooo good.

- the one with the ravagers. The acting from Jodie in these bits was beyond supreme. Azure’s conversation with her was truly haunting as well. They were created as a correction to the Doctor. The Doctor is the universe? Time seems to be a being? I think there are answers to be parsed out in her speech, mostly about how wronged they feel, but also, so many questions.

- the one with Bel and Karvanista. Loved the hilariousness of the interrogation scene. The scene with Karvanista was heartwrenching. Karvinsta was a companion??? What??? And that ‘there was a time I would have done anything for you’. How am I meant to cope with that?

Also, the straight up murder of his whole people. It makes sense because the only reason Bel and Karvanista survived was the Doctor crashing them away from invading sontarans into their whole ship. But oh my. The poor dog :( At least he got his well deserved revenge.

- the one in the tunnels. Her and Kate’s interactions were small but lovely. Her and Williamson as well. But the big bit: her and Yaz’s hug.

THEY HUGGED!!! Ahhh! For a moment there, I didn’t know if they would and then they did! So happy we got that. And the look on the Doctor’s face when she heard it’s been a few years. The repeat of I missed you. The closeness between these two! Ahhhh.

- Dan immediately brags about Yaz, we see. But also, I love how you see how close these two have become in their time together. He truly has been her friend and companion.

The rest:

- Fetch my dog. He fetched the dog!

- Vinder and Diane. What a team up. I loved that Diane had figured some stuff out with logic there, and that then later helped save the world. It’s the whole many pieces to a puzzle thing that DW thrives on.

- Jericho and Claire. A brief team up, but I loved it. It’s such a sweet friendship and Claire getting to know they’re all alright was lovely. And her psychic tendancies prove very useful.

- BEL AND VINDER REUNION!!!! Ahhhh! It was beautiful. Everything I wanted. I love that Bel just drops the baby thing in there. When she heard his voice on the communicator I was over the moon. Her bright smiles! I’m so happy they’ve foudn each other finally.

And now they’ll travel (for a bit? forever? who knows) with Karvanista. As Dan says, the family: Mum, Dad, Baby and Dog. At least Karvanista won’t be alone.

- Jericho :( :( :( I’m devestated. Absoulutely devestated. Yaz’s face at that moment got me. They would have grown so close as friends and now he’s gone. It was a beautifully dignified death though.

- The Grand Serpent’s exit is the best thing ever. Vinder and Kate get their revenge all because he couldn’t deal with Kate getting one up on him. He ust had to go hunting and now he’s exiled in a very fitting way. Love it.

(Also, I feel like we’re not done with the doors? We might be. But cracks in time and space in one area? Makes me think things).

- Dan’s ‘rejection’ via Diane makes complete sense. Yes, it wasn’t his fault, but it’s because of him that she was snatched. Of course she’d want some distance/to back off entirely. But the poor guy :( at least he gets the Doctor and Yaz, ready to pick him back up! It makes sense why he’d choose to go travelling with them too.

- The closeness continues with Yaz and the Doctor. That scene of apologises and confessions was so right in the chest. Yaz being conident enough to say yeah, she should have been told; the Doctor confessing to why but then Dan interrupts! While the scene is frustratingly cut, I think it makes sense. Nothing ever comes out easily.

- Now, about the ending. We’ve got a reckoning with Time. An ‘all things have its end’ which sounds very like what Ten was told. And then Master. Mmmmmm. I’m not too sure what I think about it.

The fobwatch being tucked away inside the TARDIS was a perfect thing though. Keeps there in case it’s needed storywise, but the Doctor also chooses not to open it yet. She’s not ready so she gets to put it away and hold onto it for later. The perfect end, really, because she’s really not ready to make a decision either way. I suspect that’ll come in the specials.

Final thoughts: I loved the ep. It was very chaotic but I found it easy enough to follow, the important threads were tied in well and it was a greatc onclusio to what has been a really awesome series. I was nervous about this whole serial thing when it was announced and overall I’ve enoyed it! Could I have done with more Doctor and Yaz time? Yes. Do I think the whole relationships of all the characters were well done and realistic? Also yes. Am I intrigued for what’s to come? Most certainly!

I do wish next year we were getting a whole season of the Doctor/Yaz/Dan team up, but... hopefully the specials pan out well! I’ve enjoyed Chibnall’s ideas for this whole series, so I am more than hopeful about the grand finish.

[gureishi]

I really love your writing! Could I request #2 for Saeyoung? Perhaps a hurt/comfort :)

Ohhhh, thank you so much!! That makes me really happy to hear ♡

And here is the fic! I think a lot about making Saeyoung go to sleep and honestly don’t know how I’ve never written this scenario before. Darling sleepy overworked boy.

two: fall into your arms again

SaeyoungXReader, T, words: 1764

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You’re dreaming of driving when he calls you—it’s a recurring nightmare of yours, where you’re at the wheel and suddenly you realize the car has no brakes. The ringtone makes its way into your dream, and you’re panicking, you’re panicking—where is the phone, why can’t you stop the car?

You wake abruptly, eyes flying open in the way they sometimes do after a nightmare. The phone is still ringing. You scramble for it and find it tangled in the sheets.

You squint at the screen: it’s after three in the morning.

“H-hello?” You yawn as you answer, your head falling back against the pillow.

“Ohh…did I wake you up? I guess I lost track of time,” he laughs, but it sounds forced. You push yourself up a little in bed.

“Saeyoung, are you okay? Did something happen?” There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. Things have just finally started to go well.

“No, no!” He’s too loud, too enthusiastic. “We’re okay! Saeran is asleep.”

“Saeyoung, it’s almost four in the morning.”

He yelps. “Really? I didn’t even notice! I’m sorry, babe. Ignore me and go back to sleep. Please.”

You sigh, sitting all the way up, propping the pillows behind your head. “Will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“God Seven is bothered by nothing! God Seven was just doing some work and wanted to hear his kitty cat’s cute voice! Ha-hah!”

“Saeyoung…”

“Activate kitty communication mode! Meow! Meow? Meeooow!”

He’s too adorable—his distraction tactics are too good. Once upon a time, you would’ve given it to it, would’ve let him ramble nonsensically until he wore himself out. You know better now.

“Saeyoung, when was the last time you slept?”

You hear him counting to himself. “Twelve, thirteen, fourteen…twenty-six, twenty-seven…” Oh no. “Forty-four hours ago!” he sings triumphantly.

“Saeyoung!”

“Whaaat?”

“Forty-four hours ago was when I last spent the night. You haven’t slept since then?”

“Nooope. But it’s okaaaay! God Seven can work for much longer without sleeping because it’s what he was programmed to do!” He draws out his syllables, speaking in a sing-song.

“Hey. Stop. Listen to me.” You know he hears the frustration in your voice because he shuts up right away. “You do not work for the agency anymore. Even Saeran is sleeping right now, like a normal person. You do not need to work through the night anymore.”

“But I do,” he says. His voice sounds a little more subdued now. “The agency may be done, but there’s still so much cleanup work to do. There’s so many loose ends. If I’m resting, they’re tracking Saeran, tracking Vanderwood, tracking you… I can’t—”

“No,” you say. “Uh-uh.” You’re already slipping out of bed, groping around in the dark for some sweatpants. “I know there’s still work to do and I know you’re worried about keeping us safe. And you can do that work. After you’ve slept for eight hours.”

He laughs and it sounds almost like a sob. “I’ve just found him,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him. “I’ve just got him back. If anything happens to him…”

“I know,” you say. “I know, babe. But none of that matters if you work yourself to death in the process.”

You’ve got pants, you’ve got shoes. You grab a jacket and the keys to the rental car Saeyoung insisted on paying for so you wouldn’t be reliant on him while he was holed up in his bunker with Saeran.

“Hah,” he says. “It would take a lot more than a few hours of work to kill me.”

You’re outside, the cool air bracing you, waking you the rest of the way up.

“I’d like you one hundred percent alive instead of just barely hanging on,” you tell him.

You throw open the car door with perhaps slightly too much force.

He hesitates. “What was…are you outside?”

“Yes. I’m coming over.”

“You—g-gah, what?!” He sounds frantic. You hear a crash—almost as if he’s sweeping something (realistically, a pile of junk food) off his desk.

“I’m coming over right now and putting you to bed. If you don’t want me to stay, I won’t, but you are going to sleep one way or another,” you say. You start the car and you know he hears it through the phone—you’re not playing around.

“I’m perfectly capable of—” he whines.

“Thirty minutes. Love you,” you say, and hang up before he can respond.

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You get there in no time because the roads are empty. He’s cleverly disabled the car’s built-in GPS so that the rental company can never access any of the data, never pinpoint his address (not that his bunker actually has an address). It doesn’t matter: you know the way by heart.

You give the password that will let you into the garage, park, and peer into the retinal scanner by the door—he’s added this feature for you, only for you. The door welcomes you by name and swings open with a soft click.

The bunker feels bigger and emptier at night; it’s completely dark except for the tiny ray of light coming from his office door, which is cracked open just a hair. You sigh. You’d had hope—just a little—that knowing you were coming would guilt him into just going to bed already. But he is stubborn.

You pad across the huge living room and knock gently on his door. He knows you’re here, of course—he’s probably been watching you on the cameras ever since you pulled into the driveway. But just in case—he’s not someone you want to ever catch off guard.

“Hi,” he says softly—his voice sounds far away. You push open the door.

“Oh, Saeyoung…”

His office is never exactly tidy, but this is a disaster zone.

There are chip bags and other assorted wrappers strewn over the desk and on the floor around it. Several creepy, half-built robots lay at odd angles on the couch and floor, as if he’s been fiddling with them as he works and then tossing them aside—one blinks eerily at you with its single eye. There are clothes thrown over the couch and the backs of his various desk chairs, as though he’s been managing to periodically change outfits without ever setting foot in his bedroom.

And there he is, your precious, anxious, manic boy, sitting in his chair with his knees pulled up to his chest, hunched over his desk, fingers still moving over the keys even as he turns to look at you.

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“That’s a crappy greeting for your favorite person in the world who just drove here in the middle of the night,” you say, but you’re not not really angry at him—how could you be, when he’s in this state? You cross the room, stepping over the piles of junk. Up close, he looks terrible—there are dark circles under his eyes and he has that pale, hollow look he gets when he goes too long without seeing the sun.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. “Bright, wonderful people like you should be asleep at this time of night.”

“Everyone should be asleep at this time of night,” you tell him. You brush the messy, tangled hair off his forehead and kiss him on the cheek. He closes his eyes for a moment, humming contentedly; then he reaches for you, tilting his head up for a proper kiss. 

“Nuh-uh,” you say, and he deflates, pouting. “Find a stopping point—the first possible stopping point. Then you are going to bed.”

“Orrrrr…” he murmurs, nuzzling his head against your waist. One hand trails up your leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Saeyoung.”

“Fiiiine.” He reluctantly spins his chair around, types another line. “You go get in the bed,” he says, eyes on the screen. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Nope.” You cross your arms and sit on the couch, moving aside half of a robot dragon. “I don’t trust you.”

He makes a sound somewhere between a hiss and a groan and starts typing more quickly. Good. If he’s motivated to finish faster because you’re now losing sleep, then so be it. At least he’s stopping.

The sound of his typing soothes you. You fiddle with the little dragon—it will be very cute, once he builds the other side of its head. His typing slows. He hits a few more keys. You recognize the sounds of him finishing up—god knows how much collective time you’ve spent listening to him work.

“Okay,” he says at last, and you look up to see him getting out of his chair, a little clumsily.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

You skip to him and grab his hand. “Bedtime,” you say seriously, tugging him behind you: through the door, down the hall. He laughs, and it’s the most genuine he’s sounded all night. You throw open the door to his room and take a running leap onto the bed. He’s still laughing, watching you from the doorway with warm eyes.

“Come,” you say, wriggling yourself into the blankets, holding out your arms to him. Obediently, he shuts the door and comes to you, falling headfirst onto the messy pile of pillows and blankets and you. He groans quietly, his shoulder muscles finally relaxing. You pull him toward you and he settles his head onto your chest.

“S’feels nice,” he slurs, snuggling into you. You see how hard the exhaustion is hitting him now that he’s closed his eyes; you make a snug nest of blankets around him, tucking them up to his neck.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper. “You can rest now.”

“Mmmmmm but…” His words are hard to make out, his voice already thick with sleep. “But there are soooo many other things we could be doing…in this bed…”

He tries to lift an arm, vaguely brushing his fingertips over your neck. You giggle.

“Shhhh, love. Maybe in the morning,” you tell him. You kiss the top of his head, nuzzling your nose into his messy, sweet-smelling hair. He doesn’t respond. “Babe?”

His head is heavy on your chest. You feel his breath on your neck, slow and steady. You smile to yourself—he’s already asleep.

So you wrap your arms tightly around him and close your eyes, head propped on top of his. You are a mess of blankets and limbs and heartbeats and you feel impossibly, indescribably safe. “Goodnight, Saeyoung,” you whisper.