#not sure if that says something about me or the rest of the fam

[absedarian]

I was at my mom’s birthday on the weekend and spent some time talking to my nephew and his gf. At some point, several phones in the room start ringing, and all three of us cringe.

Me: I haven’t had my phone on anything but silent in at least 15 years, possibly longer.

Nephew + gf: *nodding sagely*

Me: I don’t get how some people can stand to actually have it on sound, especially those sounds …

Nephew: *points over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting with a sad shake of his head*

Me: Well, we’re more or less the same age, so it can’t be that.

Nephew: Technically, and technologically, you’re about 20 years younger and cooler than them, so there’s that …

[deus-ex-mona]

rage is a ✨way of life✨

[theflyingfeeling]

me in the Olli/Allu delelu land trying to explain how Olli acting weird and Aleksi suddenly smoking and them secretly glancing at each other must be all connected somehow

because they ARE!! 😭 we may be yet to connect the dots, but we're getting there okay, we're not crazy 😤

(don't forget the sunglasses!! I haven't figured out how but I just know they're somehow relevant in all this as well 😤 he just seems weirdly attached to them (and the bandana around his neck which he's been wearing in literally every picture we've seen of him for almost two weeks now?? not counting the pictures taken in the pool) like, did he pay and arm an a leg for them (I'm not sure if he's worn that exact pair before? I may be wrong though lol I often am with stuff like this) and justified the purchase to himself by swearing he'd wear them every chance he gets for the rest of the year lol

[clrasecretdiary]

I do, I do, I do | Spencer Reid x Reader

In which spencer proposes to you.

Absolutely tooth rotting fluff

Contents: Head over heels spence, pet names (honey, angel, darling...)

Warning: none!

a/n: title is a reference to "helpless" from Hamilton & there's a scene inspired by "the tortured poets department" (can u tell I love music?). This is my favorite fic I have ever written.

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You and Spencer have been dating for 5 years now and, since last year, the team had begun asking the two of you - especially Reid - when were you guys going to “tie the knot”. You and Spencer had talked about it, both agreeing that you both did want to get married, but we’re not in a rush.

Now, you’re at Spencer's house getting ready for one of Rossi's famous dinners. When you look through the mirror, you see Spencer leaning against the door, watching you getting ready while he cuffs the sleeves of his black button-up shirt.

“You’re looking divine angel”

“Thank you honey” You say, turning to him “By the way, this is your last chance to kiss me, unless you also want to wear some red lipstick to Rossi’s”

He giggles, giving you a quick peck on the lips before leaving the bathroom to let you finish getting ready.

Later that night, you, Spencer and the rest of the team are all sitting at the dining table, talking and laughing. This is one of those few, but extremely special moments in which you guys forget all the horrors that happen at work and just are happy together.

You’re in an extremely exciting talk with Garcia about the latest fashion news, a topic that both of you really loved when you feel Spencer playing with your hands, something he usually did, so you did not pay much attention to it. But, at a point you felt him place the small ring he sometimes wore on your finger, specifically your left ring finger, the one you put wedding rings on. When you looked down at it, your heart almost stopped.

He leaned closer to whisper in your ear “It looks perfect on you” and then took it off, continuing to talk to Morgan about… Something. If you were to be honest, after that, you spaced out for a couple seconds, your heartbeat seemed so loud that it replaced all the other sounds around you.

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2 months later, you’re remembering this moment as you get ready for a very suspicious dinner date with Spencer. Since what happened on Rossi's get together, you knew he was thinking about it and started your detective work to try and figure out when it might happen.

You had asked - no, begged Morgan and Penelope for any kind of clue. It's not that you wanted to know exactly when and where, you just needed a clue to know how to prepare yourself. After a while, you just gave up and decided to let it happen.

You became suspicious when Spencer asked Hotch for you both to have a day off, something you both rarely requested. He also bought you a Vivienne Westwood dress you had been eying for years now.

“Spencer Reid, you did not. Oh my god you're crazy” You said as you opened the box

“Did you like it?”

“Are you kidding? I love it, thank you so much” You say, leaning in to embrace him in a tight hug

“Maybe I can take you to dinner this Saturday, and you can wear it” He says between giggles because of how wide your smile was, oh how he loved pampering you.

“Sounds perfect honey”

Now, finally the day you had been so excited for. Could Spencer just have felt like giving you the dress? Yes, but for some reason you felt there was more to it. Maybe the way he spent the whole day trying to hide how nervous he is, the way he’s letting you take your sweet time getting ready, saying things like “don’t rush honey” or the mysterious call he received from Morgan earlier that day but you were sure something was going to happen.

You finish getting ready and get into the car with him, he’s showering you with compliments the whole way. When he stops the car something is off, this is not a restaurant, in the dark you can’t really make out where you are but it seems familiar.

He gets out of the car, going around and opening the door for you, helping you get out. He walks you to the entrance of the place and opens the door that you now have recognized to be the library you two loved and also the place we’re he finally asked you out on a date after years of secretly-not-so-secretly being in love with you. Only now, there was a small round table there, with lit candles and a table set for two.

The shock made you not realize that Spencer had now let go of your hand, as you look to your side, you're met with your boyfriend down on one knee and a small velvet box in his hand.

“Honey, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you. You’ve been my best friend, the best thing that ever happened to me, you make all the crazy stuff we go through easier, because we’re goin through it together. There’s no one I would rather live life with than you, so will you marry me?”

“Spencer..” That’s the only thing you manage to say, shocked and feeling a kind of happiness you never experienced before. “Of course I will. Oh my god I love you so much” You say, pulling on his arm so he stands up and you kiss him deeply. Feeling an amount of love you never thought was possible.

Once you pull away, he places the delicate ring on your hand and kisses you again. And all you can think is how you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

[lazycats-stuff]

What about male reader being Alfred's nephew who came to live with him because his parents died or were just unfit parents? Alfred isn't all too happy that he's here, but not because he hates him, no, but because Gotham isn't the safest place and the fact that he's bow living with the vigilante family isn't the greatest fact. I feel like Alfred would be very overprotective of his nephew, and just the family's reaction to Alfred's nephew, i feel like the family didn't really ask Alfred about his family and such .

Oh yeah, some Alfred for the soul. That man needs more love. Also, this will be under Batfamily since I'm too lazy to put a new masterlist for Alfred.

Summary: Alfred's nephew comes to live with Bruce and the rest of the fam.

Warnings: child abuse, mentions, mentions of what happened, everyone trying to make sure that (Y/N) is comfortable, Alfred being protective.

Alfred left the UK and London behind a long time ago. He had his training and career as a soldier and then as a spy. Soon enough, his path led him to the USA, where he got a job as a butler for the Wayne family, even before Bruce was even in the picture. It wasn't really easy to leave his life behind, but Alfred knew it was for the better.

He needed a new beginning after everything he has witness over the years. Especially since his sister cut contact with him. Alfred, while said, he knew he couldn't change her mind in the slightest. But that didn't matter today. What mattered was his new family and his four grandsons and son.

Yes, he did consider Bruce to be his son. After all, he did raise him from when he was 7. And as his four grandsons came along, he was happy.

As far as his old family? Around 13 years ago, his sister had a baby. A boy named (Y/N). Yes, Alfred kept some tabs on his family, just to make sure that everything was like okay back there. Years went by and when (Y/N) was 13, Alfred got a call.

It wasn't a pleasant one.

Alfred sighed as he ended the call, rubbing his temples, muttering a lot of unpleasant things underneath his breath. His nephew (Y/N) was taken out of his sister's custody because she was abusive in every since of the word. And in every shape too.

Starving, beatings... Neglect...

Alfred was really mortified and he could barley speak as he remembered the conversation... He sighed and quickly made his way down to the kitchen opening up the cabinet where he held the strongest drinks in the manor. He poured himself a glass of scotch, since it was the first thing he could see.

I downed the scotch in one sip before pouring himself another one. He sighed yet again, leaning on the kitchen counter, trying not to snap.

" Something happened? " Bruce asked from behind him and Alfred sighed for the third time.

" Well master Bruce... Something did happen. " Alfred said, taking the glass and turning around to face Bruce. Alfred knew that (Y/N) had to come live here... But this family is full of vigilantes... But this is also a safe space too.

" What happened Alfred? " Bruce asked, worried for the man. Alfred is often composed and sarcastic, but now, he was shaken and just... Sad?

" My nephew is in the custody of CPS, well, at least the British version. " Alfred started and Bruce crossed his arms as he leaned on the doorway.

" I didn't know you had a nephew... " Bruce admitted softly and Alfred chuckled, sipping his scotch slowly.

" Yeah... My sister cut contact with me a long time ago master Bruce... " Alfred acknowledged and Bruce nodded, not knowing what to say.

" Either way... I'm the only family he has master Bruce, which means he will have to come here. " Alfred whispered, downing his scotch again.

" That's not a problem Alfred. I'll make space for (Y/N), clear out one room for him and talk to the boys. " Bruce responded and Alfred shook his head, making Bruce frown and tilt his head in confusion.

" That's something I know you would do master Bruce. " Alfred explained and poured himself more scotch. " It's... You are Batman and the danger that comes with that name... I can't bring my nephew into more danger. " Alfred finished explaining and downed the scotch once more.

" It will be different. We will be honest with him. " Bruce said and Alfred did have to agree, they had to be honest with him.

" He will flying here tomorrow master Bruce, so we will need to pick him up. But before hand, we need to talk to the boys. And it will need to be serious. "

" Of course it will be serious Alfred. (Y/N) will feel safe here. And if any boys are out of line, send them to me Alfred. I'll call them down now so we can talk about this. " Bruce said before he went upstairs.

Alfred just finished a bottle in the meantime.

Bruce sat his sons down, telling them that this is very serious.

" Now, listen to Alfred intently. He is officially a lead on this. " Bruce said and sat down. The four boys looked at Alfred, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

" Well... My nephew is coming here to live with us. His parents, my sister and her husband were abusive to him... Physically, verbally... They starved him too... Either way, he is in a bad mental place. Which means that you four better be on your best behavior. No fights in front of him, both verbal and physical. Don't force him to talk about it and try to befriend him. " Alfred finished, looking at his grandsons with a pointed look.

" Is that all you had to say? " Dick asked and Alfred nodded.

" You have a nephew?! " Jason exclaimed and Alfred nodded.

" Okay, that... I thought you had no family. " Tim said and Alfred sighed and Bruce smiled sadly.

" I thought you were an agent for the MI6 and had no family... Like killed off. " Damian said and Alfred sighed yet again.

" Okay boys, that's enough commentary. " Bruce said and they all grumbled. " It's important that (Y/N) feels safe here. And Alfred has my full permission to put you all back in line. "

" As if he ever needed permission. " Jason mumbled quietly and Dick smacked the back of his head.

" Thank you master Dick. "

" Everyone, this is (Y/N). " Alfred said, introducing his nephew to his grandsons. " (Y/N), these are the infamous Wayne kids. I don't think anymore introduction is needed. " Alfred said, glancing at his shy nephew.

" Now (Y/N), let me lead you to your room. " Alfred said and gently lead (Y/N) to his room. It was one of the bigger ones, with a lot of room and a comfortable bed.

" Now (Y/N), are you hungry? Because it's lunchtime in America at the moment. " Alfred said as (Y/N) put a small suitcase on the bed.

" I could eat something. " (Y/N) said and Alfred nodded, smiling at the fact that (Y/N) would eat something.

" I was thinking about some burgers actually. I can make a good one, with my awesome recipe. Do you want to come down or do you want to stay in your room? " Alfred asked softly.

" I would like to go down... This is a nice place... " (Y/N) said, still nervous.

" I agree it is nice, now come on mate, lets go down. " Alfred said and let (Y/N) go down. Alfred gently led him down to the kitchen and (Y/N) sat down, the boys all around him, keeping some distance, trying to not make him feel overwhelmed.

" So... Is it true that the Queen is a lizard? " Jason asked out of the blue and (Y/N) rolled his eyes at that, but with a smile.

" She passed away. " (Y/N) said and Jason raised his brow.

" No. "

" Yes. "

Jason scoffed with a smile and Alfred listened as he started making the meat mixture for the patties.

" Is it true that people from London speak the best English? " Dick asked and (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

" It's not true. It's so far from the truth... " (Y/N) said and Dick chuckled.

" Well, the royals are there and they must be educated... So how come? " Dick joked and (Y/N) shrugged his shoulders.

" Is it true that gun control is tighter? " Jason asked curiously and (Y/N) nodded.

" Damn... Well, welcome to the land of freedom. " Jason joked and (Y/N) smiled, but it was tiny. Tiny as hell.

" If you hear a bald eagle screeching it means you have reached the peak of staying here. " Tim stated and (Y/N) rolled his eyes a bit.

(Y/N) turned his head when he saw Titus, the Great Dane walking in with his head high and tail wagging at the sight of a newcomer. Damian was ready to intervene if necessary, but Titus was calm with people.

Damian watched as Titus sniffed (Y/N)'s hands, licking them softly and then (Y/N) hesitantly petting him.

" What's his name? " (Y/N) asked, not sure who to ask directly.

" His name is Titus. " Damian answered as he kept watching, tilting his head in wonder.

" Is he yours? " (Y/N) asked as he scratched Titus' ears.

" Yes he is. " Damian answered and (Y/N) moved down his hand to Titus' cheek. " He is huge... " (Y/N) mumbled as he kept patting Titus, who was wagging his tail.

" He is a Great Dane so he is big. " Damian explained and (Y/N) stopped petting him, making Titus whine.

" He is a big baby. " Jason chimed in and Damian nodded.

Alfred put the things he needed aside and checked on (Y/N) and the way he was handling the situation was great. The boys didn't push him, joked about something with him... And (Y/N) was comfortable. That was the most important thing here.

Thankfully, Alfred and Bruce both have experience with sort of traumatized children so (Y/N) will be able to heal properly. And the truth about them being vigilantes... Well, that can wait until (Y/N) is more stable.

[noforkingclue]

Regret (Dick Grayson x reader)

Summary: you wanted to do it but unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you looked at it) he was there to stop you

You glared up at Dick as he tightened the bonds behind your back. He gave you a pained look and sat down on the sofa next to you. A thick silence fell between you, unusual for someone as normally talkative as Dick.

“I’m doing this for you.” he said eventually

“Fuck you.”

He winced. Not because of the language. The rest of the Fam used far worse language than that. Even Damian and he was just a child. No, it was the tone. It was a harsh coldness that it was laced with. He sighed and said,

“I know you’re angry-”

“That’s a fucking understatement.”

“-but this isn’t you.”

You paused at Dick’s words and glanced up at him. He glanced down at you before quickly looking away. You weren’t used to seeing him like this. You were so used to seeing him so confident and alive. Not like this…

“You understand why I want to do it,” you said, “he killed my friend. I can’t just… I can’t just… I can���t.”

“I know.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against him. You rested your head on his lap and Dick rested a hand against your head. Usually you’d find this gesture comforting but not today. Not with your hands tied up. While some people might’ve liked this, you certainly didn’t.

“I don’t want you to do something you can’t take back,” he said, “you continue with this there’s no going back.”

“Are you saying that I’ll be just as bad as the rogues in Arkham.”

“Of course not!”

Dick ran a hand over his face as he gave you a pleading look.

“I’m saying you’re not thinking straight.”

You pressed your face against Dick’s leg and he slowly tilted your chin back up to face him. He brushed a tear off your cheek.

“Bruce and I will find them,” he said, “we’ll make sure they end up in Arkham for what they did.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, “the revolving door of Arkham Asylum. They’ll be out in no time Dick.”

Dick sighed and stood up. Your head flopped back against the cushions and you gave him a pleading look. Dick had put on his mask and you could see him slowly slipping into Nightwing.

“Did you have to tie me up?” you asked

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because if I didn’t you’d go out there and do something… unwise.”

“Did you have to tie the knots so tightly?”

“Also yes. You’d just escape otherwise.”

As he moved to the window he gave you one last look. You couldn’t see his eyes behind the mask but you didn’t need to to know what they were saying.

“You’ll be better in the morning,” he said, “you’ll see things more clearly.”

Just before he jumped out of the window you said,

“Maybe Jay is right about some things.”

You regretted it as soon as you said it. Dick’s back stiffened before relaxing. He sighed and shook his head before leaving.

Fuck, you shouldn’t have said it.

Even though you knew it was right.

Fuck.

[dandylovesturtles]

Decided to write a quick little something for @whumperless-whump-event Day 4: chronic pain/"I'm used to it."

featuring, of course, Sidelined Leo!

like I said before, since it's disability pride month I'd like to do a few things for the Sidelined AU, so hopefully I will find time for more as the days go. For now, I hope you enjoy this!

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Leo can tell it's going to be a bad day the moment he wakes up.

The pain in his arms and legs has grown from it's constant dull thrum to a more present burn, and there's a pinch between his eyes that tells him a headache is on the way. Really, he's not surprised; the last few days have been really good. He even went out on a mission two days ago, and did a little skateboarding yesterday. It stands to reason that his body has crashed out on him.

Sometimes he feels angry and bitter about it. Today, he just feels a sort of resigned acceptance. And that means maybe it won't be such a bad day after all.

He hits the button on the side of the bed so it bends him into a reclined position, then fumbles around on his side table until his hand lands on his pill organizer. He should probably text someone to bring him water, but it feels like a pain, so he dry swallows them one by one and just resolves not to mention doing that to Dad or Raph.

Then he finally blinks the sleep out of his eyes and looks around his room and... darn it, his chair isn't here. Where'd he even leave it...

His memory is a complete blank on that one, so he sighs and clears his throat.

"Hey, Shell-man?"

There's only a second of silence before Shelldon's voice echoes from who even knows where. Donnie rigged his new room with more electronics than Leo will ever know about.

"S'up bro?"

"You know where my chair is?" he asks, like Shelldon can't track it instantly.

"You left it in the arcade, dude," comes the answer. "Want me to wheel it over?"

Yeah, no way he's getting himself to the arcade today. "Sure, thanks, Shelly."

"No problem, dude!"

Leo lets his head flop back on his pillows while he wants for his chair to be delivered. He fumbles around for his phone this time and takes a look at his reminders.

6:00 PM: Concert with Mikester

"Crap," he mutters, closing his eyes. Right, that yokai hip-hop group Mikey wanted to go see. Leo had promised he'd go with him, but he doubts he'll be able to do it now.

It's not that big a deal. Raph or Donnie will probably go with him if Mikey makes big enough puppy eyes at them. It's just, Leo had been kinda excited about it, too...

The dark buzz that heralds his anxiety flares up, and he sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slow. He doesn't want this day to turn terrible. He needs to relax and accept the things he can't change, like April always says. Even when it sucks.

There's a whir of electronics that signals the arrival of his chair. Leo waits until it parks itself next to his bed, then he swings his legs over the bed and stands up just long enough to sit down in the chair again. Even that leaves him feeling a little winded, but he doubts his arms could have handled the transfer so he doesn't bother trying.

He wheels around his room until he finds his big comfy unicorn hoodie, then drives out into the rest of the lair, making his way up the ramp to the kitchen. He can smell breakfast cooking, and hear Raph's voice.

"Morning fam," he says as he comes in, trying to keep his voice upbeat even though he already feels tired.

"Morning Leo!" Mikey echoes, turning around with a whole plate of waffles. His smile falters a little when he sees the chair and the hoodie. "Oof. Flare up?"

"Yeah," he admits, steering his chair into the empty part of the kitchen table. Mikey sets the waffle plate down, and without having to be asked Raph starts fixing some for Leo, with blueberries on top.

It took work for them both to find the line between helping and babying, but they're better at this now. Leo doesn't mind Raph helping him out this way, especially because he'd rather not make a mess of the kitchen table.

"Mikey, can you grab my fat fork?"

"It has a name," says a tired voice behind him, and Leo smirks as Donnie comes around the side and makes for the coffee machine.

"I just used it. It's the fat fork."

"It's a GeniusBuilt Secure Grip Adjustable Fork-"

"I'm not saying all that."

Donnie huffs. Mikey snickers, swinging around him to deliver the fork with the thick grip to Leo. He has another set with a loop that can secure to his hand if he needs it, but this one is fine for now.

"Here!

"Thanks Angelo."

"Did you take your meds this morning?" Raph asks.

"Yes, Mom," says Leo, rolling his eyes as he cuts off a bite of waffle.

"Really? 'Cause Raph didn't hear you ask anyone to bring you water-"

"I had some leftover Gatorade in my room," Leo lies quickly.

"Uh-huh." Raph looks at him skeptically. "Leo, you know taking pills without water hurts your throat."

"Meh meh meh, you'll hurt your throat," Leo repeats in a mocking voice. Raph reaches over like he's going to cuff Leo on the head, then seems to rethink it and steals some of his blueberries instead. "Hey!"

"You are all so noisy already," comes Splinter's voice, and he finally comes into the room to join them, wearing the robe he slept in. He looks up at Leo in his chair. "Are you in pain, Blue?"

Leo hums an affirmative. "It's not that bad, though," he adds, because it's not. Comparatively.

Now it's his dad's turn to look skeptical. "Are you sure?"

Leo grimaces. "It's... a little worse than normal," he amends. "But I can handle it."

"Mmm..." Splinter walks off to get in his own seat. "Let us know if it gets worse."

"Yeah, yeah..."

The conversation moves on to other topics, up until Leo's wheelchair beeps at him. He groans, glancing down at the battery indicator, which is firmly in the red.

"You forgot to charge it, didn't you?" asks Donnie, looking amused.

"Shut up, I've been busy!" Leo snaps back.

"If you left it on the charger when you aren't using it then this wouldn't happen."

"Alright, anyone else have any criticisms for me today?" he says, except it comes out a shade too bitter and Donnie's grin falters.

Good job, Leon, way to be a dick. He winces, focusing again on his waffles. His arm is sore from the effort of eating and he wants to crawl back in bed and stay there, which is exactly the sort of attitude he's been trying to avoid.

"...I have the backup chair in the lab if you need it," says Donnie. A peace offering.

"Thanks," says Leo, returning it.

So after breakfast, Donnie helps him swap chairs. His main one is put on the charger and he wheels himself to the living room with the backup, then calls for Raph.

"Think you can help me get comfy, big guy?" he asks.

"Of course," says Raph with a grin. "What do you want?"

It's nice that he asks now, instead of assuming.

Leo directs him to help him onto the couch, then Raph gets him his fluffy blue blanket to cover him up. Even though he took his meds, he can feel the pain radiating at his hips and knees and he guesses he's going to need more later. He sets an alarm on his phone and settles in with a Jupiter Jim flick to fall asleep to.

He's not out yet when he hears the pad of feet, then feels the couch dip as Mikey sits next to him.

"Hey Leo," he says softly, and Leo gives a hum to let him know he's still awake. "You think... you're gonna feel up for the concert tonight?"

Oh right. Shoot. It had already slipped Leo's mind, and now he feels guilty all over again.

He opens his eyes and tilts his head so he can see Mikey. "I don't think so. I'm sorry."

"You don't gotta apologize!" says Mikey quickly. "I'm sorry you're having a rough day."

"It's fine," says Leo. "I'm used to it."

"I'm still sorry," says Mikey firmly. He gets up, then comes over so he can give Leo a very awkward couch hug. "I wish you didn't have to hurt," he says, sincerely.

Leo leans into the hug. Feels the dark buzz of anxiety ebb away.

"Hey, it's alright. All you guys make it easier."

Mikey beams at that, bouncing back up. "Hey, I know," he says. "I'll get Donnie to help me set up a sweet livestream so you can see the concert from right here!"

They don't have to go to all that trouble for him. But Leo looks up at his little brother's shining smile and can't say no.

"That'd be really cool," he says, and Mikey claps his hands.

"Yes! Okay, I'll go get Dee and we'll get on it!"

He races away. Leo chuckles, curling up under his blanket.

Maybe it won't be such a bad day after all.

[yuriisclumsy]

Hi im still not sure if this is how you request😅😅

But can you please write a scenario about a reader who is very flirty with cale and always having a way to insert flirty lines into their conversation while cale just ignores it (secretly liking it) but one day he had enough and responds to a flirty line that the reader just said which leads to the reader being shocked. Also bonus if the fam also actually sees it HAHAHAHA

Thanks for reading🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Who's The Teaser Now?

»»►In this scenario I like to think [Name] has been a servant of Cale’s for years. Like, she saw him when the two were teens , and was like “Well damn, hot momma. You lookin’ fine tonight,” like a high school girl drooling for her crush. And the rest is history.

»»►Having [Name] flirt with you for YEARS makes you unreactive to her remarks; immune to any of her advances. But one day, because he was feeling festive, he decided to reply to one of [Name]’s many flirty lines.

»»►And let me tell you. [Name]. Was. SHOCKED. Pikachu style.

»»►Now we jump to the present.

Cale was on his way to relax in Heris Village, where his villa resided, after the battle with Arm in the Hais Islands. Only to have it disturbed not even two minutes into the carriage ride back to the Henituse Territory, by none other than [Name] the Simp.

She first started soft, asking if he was alright after the battle: “You didn’t get injured, right?” To: “Well, just WHO would even hurt such a refined gentleman such as yourself, Oh young and handsome Master Cale?”

Now Cale was starting to get pissed. He just wanted a nice, AND QUITE, ride back. But no, he just had to hear your annoying voice…. 

Oh. An idea just crossed his mind.

Let’s see if this will resolve his problem, even if there is a possibility of it backfiring. 

“Y’know Master Cale, every girl in the Henituse Territory is now DYING to see your pretty face. Especially after getting that fancy title of yours. A title, which I must say, is rather fitting of you, young master. Honestly, I’m so lucky that I can just admire it whenever you call me. If you asked me to marry you I wouldn’t even think for a second and just say yes. Truly, a dream come true!” [Name] was making his, On’s, Hong’s, and Raon’s ears fall off with how much she was talking.

Ah! Wait a second. This was the perfect opportunity! 

“Oh yeah?” Cale started, “If I were to fall on my knee and ask you for your hand, would you accept in a heartbeat?” He asked as one curious gaze and two unsure gazes fell on him.

[Name] just looked at Cale, unsure at why he was asking. Usually he just orders her to do something to get her away, or simply ignores her altogether.

“Uhh-uhh..yeah?” She answered.

“Then you don’t mind if I do this then,” he said, getting down on one knee in the moving carriage. 

At this point [Name]’s eyes were wide, almost to the point they might pop out her sockets.

Cale took her right hand and looked up to meet her eyes. With a wide smile he asked, “[Name] [Last Name], will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive, and give me your hand in marriage?” He finished.

The children looked at him like he had a loose screw. Had he finally a lost it after not getting a break to be a slacker? Was this his limit? [Name] had an unreadable expression. Almost concerning.

Did I go too far? Cale asked in his head while assessing her expression. What scares me the most is that she isn’t saying anything cheezy inturn, a sweat drop apparent in his face, falls.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

A screeching yell was heard from inside the compartment. The carriage stopped and those outside came running to aid–in what their opinion was a threat–those inside the carriage.

“Young Master Cale! Is everyone alright?! What happened—!?” Choi Han asked in a hurry, swinging the door of the carriage wide open, sword in hand. Only to see Cale kneeling on the floor of the carriage with a [Name] crunched up on the corner of the seat opposite to the door.

What happened? 

All everyone could see was a girl that looked like she was dying slowly in a corner, and a young Master that probably fell from his seat after the carriage suddenly stopped. 

To not make things more awkward, Cale spoke.

“Ah, you guys,” he got their attention, “go back. [Name] just saw a bug. So there is no need to worry.” He skillfully lied, sitting back up.

“...if you insist,” getting a hesitant response from Choi Han, and some worried looks from the others. 

All the while Ron is just smiling in the back. We all know he knows what happened.

Going back to their positions, the carriage started moving again. Only this time, it was quiet. Just how Cale liked it. He looked at the source of the blissful peace to see the girl still in a crouched up position.

“Huff, where did that ‘say yes in a heartbeat’ go?” Cale asked the girl, getting that last remark for his triumph.

In response, all he heard was a muffled “Shut up…!” from her.

Red hues adorned her ears, indicating she was blushing. She was trying so hard to hide her face with her arms and legs too.

How cute.

No wonder [Name] enjoyed doing this to him, being the one on the teaser end is certainly amusing.

He smiled, looking out the window, deciding not to tease her anymore to save her from more embarrassment.

He should turn this into a hobby after seeing that expression on her face.

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[notjustjavierpena]

I miss Husband!Javi! How’s the fam doing?

Lazy

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: The family is doing absolutely fantastic this morning, thank you for asking! You’re lucky that you get to have a little peek. 

Summary: Morning sex and interruption. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, clit stim, lactation (don’t look at me), somewhat interrupted sex, dirty talk, loooove, domestic life, cuddles!

Word count: 

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50275039

Lazy

You thank a higher power for the location of your house when you sleep in on weekends, its treeless garden making the sun able to shine thousands of miles across the universe and through your window to warm the white and crumpled sheets of yours and Javier’s bed. On days of work, you’d often curse the mocking rays of the sun, but today they’re perfect. 

You turn your head on your pillow to see the back of Javier’s head. He is lying on his side, covers resting just above his hips. You think that he might be the reason you are feeling hot and not the sun because when you reach out to touch his back, he is like a furnace. 

It’s moments like these that need to be treasured. A house full of kids rarely gets quiet moments like these, and the thought of being totally undisturbed by them on a morning when the sun is so enthusiastic about showing off, it’s nearly concerning that they haven’t barged in. 

Your fingertips dance up your husband’s spine. The gentle touch makes him stir. You quickly pull your hand back, curling inwards to protect the brief intimate moment from being interrupted. He is so beautiful, you think, and you are in almost awe at the fact that you get to watch the never-ending movements of his chest as he breathes slowly during his slumber. 

You want to wake him; want him to fuck you until you sigh loudly when he makes you orgasm but morning sex is too risky. Inés will surely jump onto the bed in the middle of the action, and you’ll have to come up with a lousy explanation for what you were doing. Lucas might even catch on at this point, and say something about making babies. Javier would never be able to get over it.

“I can feel you staring, mi amor,” Javier says suddenly. 

You jump a little at hearing his voice so unexpectedly and blush at being caught in the act of ogling him even if it’s so tenderly.

“You just looked so peaceful,” you say. You looked like home.

Javier finally turns around to face you, making the sheets rustle slightly. He gives you a little grin, but he still looks so tired. You would have beckoned him closer, but when he doesn’t automatically seek you out, even dozing off a little again, you make the effort to shuffle closer. 

He lazily wraps an arm around you and tugs you close to his chest. You lift your leg to rest it over his hip, and then you snooze together for a while and you can hear the soft snoring that comes out of his mouth. He is boiling but you don’t mind at all.

Not even when you feel his palm come down to rest on the curve of your ass. Not even when it taps playfully. 

“They’ll be here in a moment,” you mumble as he starts groping you properly, but Javier doesn’t stop. Instead, he pushes your leg off of him.

“Turn around,” he orders, voice thick with sleep. 

You open your eyes to find his, “Did you not hear what I just said?”

“The baby alarm hasn’t made a sound in forever,” he replies, “Turn around.”

You groan irritatedly but mostly just for show, feeling a tingle dance at the base of your spine. You do as he says. The tingle turns into a whole somersault in your stomach so quickly, when his broad hand settles on the space beneath your belly button and then slips underneath the waistband of your underwear. 

“Should fall asleep like this more often,” he murmurs behind you. You want to say that we spoon all the time but he punctuates the meaning behind his words by cupping your whole cunt in his hand. You moan helplessly. 

His other arm scoops under your body. This hand pulls your top up over your tits, settling on one of them afterward to squeeze and pull and squeeze and pull. You sigh contentedly as he pinches a nipple, don’t even flush when a few drops of milk drip down over his fingers. 

He had become absolutely ravenous when it had happened the first time during your pregnancy with Lucas, even if your heart had hammered in your chest due to embarrassment… but now, with breastfeeding your third child, you have indulged him in this several times. 

“Mierda,” he growls, removing his hand from your underwear to brush off the now-several droplets of milk from the back of his hand, “You’re so fucking hot.” 

“Enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Shut up.”

“I meant the milk.”

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and you can nearly taste the sweetness of it yourself. He makes a joke about breakfast, which you tell him is disgusting but then his post-milk-stained fingers are in your panties again. 

You arch into him at the very first swipes of his fingers. He presses them against the sides of your clit, not touching it directly, and goes back and forth and back and forth. It’s slow and lazy just like the atmosphere of this particular morning, and he has you gasping into the air not long after. 

You fist the sheets with one hand. The other reaches up to cover the one on your breast, holding onto it for dear life as Javier builds up the intense pressure in your belly. Your toes curl, “P-please.”

“Está bien,” he coos, “Come for me, baby.”

The pads of his fingers go to your clit now, quickly rubbing from side to side. The pleasure in your body grows even more powerful, taking hold of your breath and legs, spreading out from between your legs. You feel as though you might explode without release. 

Your legs move around slightly. Javier encourages you with filthy words and then—

You come with the loud sigh that you have learned to make instead of practically screaming like you normally did before the children arrived. Your face contorts into an expression of bliss, your mouth falls open at the first spasms of your wet cunt, and your clit throbs heavenly.

More milk slides down onto the mattress too, dripping with each pulse of your pussy because it mistakenly thinks you’re getting the rush of endorphins and dopamine from acts of being a mother. 

“Fuck, you are dirty,” Javier is rock hard against your ass, and you want to indulge him but you only get a few seconds into your earth-shattering orgasm before the door behind you and your husband opens forcefully.

You start to half-laugh half-moan, still not completely settling into post-orgasmic bliss, when Javier starts to panic. He quickly turns around to face the door and hides his body underneath the covers to cover up any indecency. Luckily, you think, this kind of situation is the biggest boner killer. 

You pull your top down without your children seeing it. Then you sit up slightly and look in the same direction as Javier; Lucas and Inés are in their pajamas, having arrived together in a way that makes you think that Inés has gone into Lucas’ room beforehand to fetch her brother.

Now, they’re both standing in the doorway and looking at you both with curiosity as if they’re trying to decipher what has just happened. 

“What’re you two scheming about?” Javier asks in his dad-voice. That seems to work, putting them out of their trance, because the two of them come bounding together towards the bed. 

As predicted, Inés jumps onto Javier’s side of the bed and Lucas comes for a cuddle on your side. You pull the covers tight around your legs, letting both kids settle on top of them. 

“Did you sleep well?” You ask your son, running a hand over his dark hair. He rests his head against your heart, barely replying as he almost instantaneously nods off the second he feels your warmth. You try not to get too emotional about it; still having this kind of moment with him despite him getting older and more independent. He still needs his mother, and you blink a few times to hold tears at bay whilst promising to always be there like this. 

“Mijo,” you coo softly. You absentmindedly keep stroking his hair, hearing his breathing slow and your own seeming to fall into the exact same pattern.

Beside you, Inés talks loudly and enthusiastically about something that you cannot quite tune into yet. Javier seems to understand everything perfectly well, making eyes and nodding in a comical yet serious manner.

“Is that so?” He says. 

“Yes!” Inés replies loudly.

“Indoor voices,” you fuss.

“What?” Javier mimics her volume and turns to you, “What did you say? I can’t hear you!”

Inés squeals in delight. You roll your eyes with a smile. 

It’s then that you notice she has something clenched in her tiny fist, and you realize faster than Javier that it’s a headband. It’s funny because it makes sense of what she has been talking about, and yet it still catches Javier off guard when…

Whack! 

The headband is placed on his head with the grace - or lack thereof - of a four-year-old child. It nearly pokes him in the eye, and he automatically jumps at the unintended violence of the act. 

Inés looks proud of herself when she eventually manages to place it on top of her father’s head correctly. You cover your mouth to hide the giggle that’s about to escape your lips, admiring the pointy horn that sits in the middle of his forehead. 

“You look so cute,” you tell him.

He reaches up to poke the tip with his finger, but he shows no sign of being displeased by what Inés has done. Instead, he tugs her close to his chest to tickle her and you nearly decide at that moment to let him make a fourth baby with you (Something about a soccer team. Only eight more to go.)

“Soy un unicornio muy malo y me encanta comer niñas que se llaman Inés,” he says animatedly when he gives Inés a break from his tickle-attack. He raises his arms above his head, imitating claws. 

“No!” She squeaks with laughter.

You hug Lucas extra tightly in your arms. He seems to have blinked awake at the noise, but he doesn’t move as a sign for you to keep snuggling him. 

“Síííí,” he replies, striking once again with more tickles to make the whole bed shake. He pretend-bites her cheek when he manages to scoop her up, and you feel a desperate need to make up for the interruption you both had to endure. This is worth it though, and you know it is to him too. God, he is sexy.

Suddenly, a cry is heard through the speaker of the baby alarm. Inés knows what this means by now. She backs down, eyes wide, “Sebastian is crying!”

You start to move, but Javier points down to his half-asleep son. He shakes his head.

“I’ll get him,” he reassures and gets out of bed. Inés follows him out of the room without hesitation, reaching for his hand to hold. She still talks about her father’s hairpiece.

As you gently attempt to wake up your son, you wonder briefly if Javier had thought about being dressed up as a unicorn on a Saturday morning when he kissed you that first time after your second date. Then afterward, you wonder if he, then, had been hoping this would be his life when he had kissed you. 

Either way, you make breakfast with a smile on your face the whole time while Lucas joins in to help you set the table, and when Javier returns with his energetic daughter and your four-month-old son, who is sleeping on his arm like it is a strong branch, he is still wearing the unicorn headband.

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[gotham-daydreams]

Hi im so sorry if this has been asked before but in your not series, which i absolutely adore by the way, Since Alfred getting the batfam to see the videos and investigate is what kicked the batfam off on their yandere domino effect, what would have happened if y/n kept in contact with Alfred and only Alfred? Maybe giving him little updates, nothing that could really be tracked but enough to tell them how everything is going maybe like through letters with no return address or something. would he still have done what he did? Or would we still have something else to kick the batfam off on their yandere mode, or would they just never realize that the y/n was gone?

Hello!

Considering what happens in the series and everything- I'd say that Alfred still would try to get the Batfam to look for Y/n. Since, well, I'll let you on a tiny little secret; Y/n did sort of do something like that, but its gotten to a point where there is less 'character', and it's more to the point. It's almost as if Y/n is trying to further distance themselves from the family altogether, and I wonder why they'd go and do something like that 🤔

Though- for the sake of the ask, let's say that all of that has yet to happen, and Y/n has been pretty good about sending letters and such. Alfred would be happier than he is in the series, I'll say that much, but ultimately I think he'd still eventually send out the Batfam to look for Y/n.

This is because Alfred wants to talk with Y/n, and I think I may have mentioned this in another ask- but he basically doesn't want to have to further deal with this "one sided nonsense" as I believe I put it. With no return address, or really anything to go off of location wise- even if he did write something back (and he has), then there would be no way he could send it to Y/n. Not to mention that over the months Y/n has been gone did he get more... greedy as he began to miss them.

Yes the letters are nice, and he does deeply appreciate and love how they're trying to keep in contact with him and only him by using such means, but that ultimately isn't enough for him. He wants to talk with them too, he wants to communicate, and most of all- he just wants to see them again. (Which, that in itself includes a bit more than just simply seeing Y/n, but that's for later.)

He wants to be in their presence again, and just... bond and talk with them without the pen and paper. He wants things to go 'back to normal' in that way, since he doesn't necessarily care if Y/n stays in the manor or not (he does, but he can look past it under certain conditions), he just wants to see them. A want which can develop into an obsessive need- kind of like how it does in the series.

Really, the way to have a happy Alfred that won't send the fam after your ass, is to honestly just visit him once in a while. Which, in itself may be a bit hard if you don't like the Batfam, and aren't willing to even risk them seeing you in the slightest, or just generally aren't comfortable in the Manor at this point. But even if it's just helping him out a bit in the garden, or generally with outside work, or sneaking in just to snag a snack he left out, then he'll be a significantly happier camper that won't manipulate and guilt trip the rest of the family to come and bring you back home. Not right away, anyways.

Just make sure he doesn't ever know if you get hurt or something. Especially if you got hurt at home or because of someone close to you. The intention will hardly matter to Alfred, believe me. The happier you keep him, and watch what you say, the less likely it is that he'll begin to start looking for little things that he'll use as reasoning for kick starting the family acknowledging/worrying about you.

Overall, just through letters and essentially one sided conversations, yeah- Alfred will still basically kick start everything.

The little updates and such will be appreciated, and he'll be fine at first, but at some point he's going to get more greedy, and will want to see Y/n. The letters and such won't be enough, and even if he'll still hang onto them, he's too selfish to be fully content with them for long.

So, yeah! Everything still sort of goes down about the same way as the series! :]

I hope this answered your question!

[doumadono]

Emergency request!

Yesterday evening the Aurora borealis was visible where I live, my family went to get a better view but I stayed home. Still, it was visible even from my backyard. But I missed it entirely because I had terrible diarrhea and vomited, and now I feel ugly, gross and unlucky.

The worst part was seeing texts of family and friends saying 'look outside' and 'it's amazing' sent five minutes after getting sick, and later when they got home no one asked if I was okay. The only solace I have is that if I'd gone with my fam I'd have probably shit myself.

Could I please request Shouto comforting me after having to miss something like that due to sickness? Something I "might never get to see again"? He's my comfort character.

If this doesn't qualify as an emergency I totally understand.

Aurora borealis - Shoto x Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear about your difficult evening. It's understandable to feel disappointed, but please know that missing the aurora borealis doesn't make you any less lucky or worthy. Your health and well-being are the most important things. If it's any consolation, I'm sure there will always be more opportunities to witness the beauty of nature ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Shoto sat on the edge of your bed, concern etched into his features as he watched you curled up under the blankets.

Your face was drawn with exhaustion and frustration, the events of the evening clearly weighing heavily on your mind.

He reached out a gentle hand, resting it on your shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing presence in the quiet room. "Are you feeling any better?"

You glanced up at him, the faintest hint of tears glistening in your eyes. "It was supposed to be so beautiful," you murmured, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I've always wanted to see it, and now I might never get the chance again. And no, my tummy still hurts."

Shoto's heart ached at the sadness in your voice. He knew how much you had been looking forward to witnessing the natural wonder, and it pained him to see you feeling so downcast. But he also knew that there were more important things than seeing a celestial display. "What matters most right now is that you take care of yourself."

You sighed, leaning into his touch as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I just feel so… ugly and gross," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as a single tear rolled down your reddened cheek. "I feel so unlucky," you confessed, your voice tinged with sadness.

Shoto's grip tightened ever so slightly, his warmth a comforting presence against your skin. "You're not ugly or gross, baby," he said firmly, placing a kiss to your temple. "You're human, and sometimes our bodies don't cooperate the way we want them to. It's okay to feel disappointed, but please don't be so hard on yourself." Shoto's hand gently brushed against your hair, his touch soothing. "As I said, your health comes first, always."

You sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek as you leaned into Shoto's embrace. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "You're the best boyfriend."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. "Anytime," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room.

After leaving your shared bedroom where you were resting, Shoto's mind raced as he thought of a way to bring the beauty of the Aurora borealis to you, even though you couldn't witness it in person.

Remembering Denki Kaminari, your common friend from U.A. times, was a streamer, he quickly reached out to him. Shoto pulled out his phone and dialed Denki's number. After a few rings, Denki finally answered.

"Hey, Todoroki! What's up?" Denki's cheerful voice came through the line.

"Hey, Denki. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a favor to ask," Shoto replied, trying to keep his tone steady.

"Of course, man! What do you need?" Denki responded, sounding genuinely interested.

"Well, you see, the Aurora borealis is visible tonight, and… well, my girlfriend is feeling really sick and couldn't come out to see it. And since you're frequently streaming on YouTube, I was wondering if you could stream it on your channel so she could watch it from home?" Shoto explained, feeling a bit awkward.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Denki spoke again. "Wow, that sounds like a great idea! I'd be happy to help out! Let me jus finish my gameplay! Just give me a few minutes to set everything up, okay?"

Relief flooded through Shoto as he thanked Denki profusely. "Thank you so much, Kaminari. This means a lot to me and Y/N. I owe you one."

"No problem at all, Todoroki. Just glad I can help out. I'll let you know when the stream is up and running," Denki replied, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

With a grateful smile, Shoto ended the call, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

After some time, Todoroki returned to your shared bedroom with his laptop and a cup of freshly brewed mint. He passed you the cup and turned his computer on and navigated to YouTube.

"What are you doing, Shoto?" you asked, puzzled by his sudden actions as you slowly sat up, wrapping blanket around your shoulder, still feeling a little nauseous.

"Just wait and see," he replied with a small smile, his eyes focused on the screen.

Then, to your surprise, you saw Denki's stream pop up on the screen, the vivid colors of the Aurora borealis dancing across the display.

"Is that…?" you started, but Shoto cut you off with a nod.

"Yeah, it's Denki. He's streaming it live for you," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and understanding. "I asked him if he could do that, and he agreed instantly. It's handy having a friend who's a YouTuber," Shoto chuckled softly.

As the night sky painted itself in shades of violet, teal, and emerald, the ethereal dance of the Aurora Borealis began. The camera panned slowly, capturing every mesmerizing movement of the celestial phenomenon. The colors shifted and swirled, creating intricate patterns that seemed to come alive before your eyes. As the stream continued, the intensity of the auroras seemed to grow, casting an enchanting glow over the landscape below. Trees swayed gently in the breeze, their branches silhouetted against the shifting colors of the sky. Occasionally, a shooting star streaked across the heavens, adding an extra touch of magic to the already mesmerizing scene.

The chat buzzed with excitement as viewers shared their awe and wonder at the natural spectacle, asking Kaminari for his opinion as well.

You couldn't believe it. The beauty of the phenomenon filled you with awe, and tears welled up in your eyes as you realized what Shoto had done for you. "Shoto, I don't know what to say," you whispered, overcome with emotion.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I just wanted you to experience this, even if you couldn't be there in person. You mean everything to me, and I'll always go the extra mile to make you happy."

[agent-barnes40]

Secrets

Dhawan!Master x Reader (Romantic)

The Master figures out a secret, one that you wished you could've hidden for longer

2177 Words

The Master was particular, he planned everything down to the final little detail when it came to you. Perfect clothing options, food options, preferred snack options, preferred drinking options, he had things down to a meticulous science and practiced ease at this point. He just did things on autopilot now when it came to you. He didn't mind doing these things, he just fell into a routine with them and with you.

Today, you were sitting with The Fam at a little alien café, you had chosen to sit out the outward chair, as it was nearing that time for The Master to just up and grab you and then just drag you off. Graham looked over, a smile on his face. "How have you been doing after the last run in with The Master?"

You shrugged. "Good. He's not all that bad, to be honest. I don't know how he can be as callous and rude as you all say he is."

Yaz looked over at you, a shocked look on her face. "He tried to kill us!"

You turned to face her, an eyebrow raised. "And The Doctor had it covered. She kept you all alive. The Master's even started to stock up on my toothpaste too."

"So what you have a room and bathroom in that shack?" Ryan asked and you smiled softly.

"Its not much of a shack, its the same as The Doctor's TARDIS, just replace the sign with a placard that says "HA" over and over instead of the regular text on the little phone door." You said, smiling as the waiter brought over the drinks you all had ordered.

Luckily it was an alien café that had a human menu, for travelers like you guys. You grabbed the shake you had ordered and when you looked up again, you had to stop and just stare. You hadn't registered who the waiter was and you suspected the others just hadn't realized who he was either.

There was The Master, in the uniform and smiling directly at you and it was like he knew you had clicked it. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes, thank you." You watched as The Master walked off, straight to the back and you were in shock.

The Fam watched as you just stared at the door, and then Yaz reached over and poked you. "Did you just get a thing for an alien?"

You looked over at her and then looked over to Graham, and then to Ryan before you shook your head. "Thought he looked familiar, that's all."

Yaz shook her head. "You have a thing for an alien!"

You groaned, your eyes drifting back over to look at the kitchen door again, and then looked over where The Doctor was. The Doctor was busy chatting with a local about some weird happenings in the area. The whole reason you all were here, you suspected The Master had done something.

Yaz bumped your leg with hers, a smirk on her face. "I'm sure The Doctor wouldn't mind it."

You rolled your eyes, smiling. "Yeah, yeah. I'll definitely start that conversation with her when she decides to sit down and join us."

It was like speaking The Doctor's name enacted some sort of homing beacon because The Doctor practically spawned back at the table. She reached out for the drink she got and got settled in her chair. "Soo, what are we talking about, fam?"

Yaz looked over at you and grinned. You started shaking your head. "Yasmin Khan, I swear!"

Yaz burst into laughter at you using her full name and so did you, causing the rest of the table to join the two of you. You felt good and then you noticed The Master watching you all and you waved a little at him, gaining one back.

"You totally have a thing for him!" Yaz said and you groaned again.

"I do not have a crush on him!" You said, trying to keep your voice down.

Yaz grinned and pointed. "Called it! You do have something for him. Go ask him out!"

The Doctor was turning in her chair and stilled, mid sip and just stared. "Yaz, describe him for me."

Yaz's face contorted into confusion and that's when you realized and your heart dropped. Yaz looked over at you and noticed your expression. "W-well he's got blue skin and.."

You had to hold in the groan and started to get up, catching The Doctor's attention as she turned to look at you, she called your name and you just kept staring at The Master. "Who do you see?"

"Doctor, I'm not feeling too well. I'm gonna head back to The TARDIS." You said, leaving your jacket behind, wanting to just get it all over with.

You barely got to the door before you felt that familiar hand grab the back of your shirt and had pulled you back. You quickly fell into the grip, stumbling a little. "Hey!"

The rest of the Fam got up, watching as you let the man pull you and then you were shoved to the ground and you winced, knowing your knees were going to be bruised. He usually didn't do the the whole kneeling thing unless he had a bigger plan in motion.

You looked up at him, knowing that all the Fam could see was that blue alien until you heard the sonic and you closed your eyes. You heard the aggravated groan leaving The Master and you reopened them.

"How is he here in place of that blue guy?" Graham asked.

"Perception filter, usually you all wouldn't notice him, but they saw through the filter. Is this the same one from London?" The Doctor was rambling.

The Master looked down at you and his signature deranged grin crossed his face. "Hello Dear."

"Hi. Fancy seeing you here."

You heard footsteps, instinctively turning to look when The Master's hand shot out and grabbed at your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him. You knew it was probably the Doctor judging by how he was reacting.

"Let them go, Master." The Doctor said and The Master's eyes flicked up from you to her.

"You wish I'd stop stealing your precious little pet, they are spending more time with me than you." The Master said, his hand letting go of your jaw as he stared down The Doctor.

"I was wondering why you always took them, but with everything that has happened in the last hour we've been here, its become obvious." The Doctor shot back.

You turned to look at her and noticed the thumbs up Ryan was giving you and you took a deep breath, sending a subtle one back. It was something you as a group came up with if one of you needed to jump in to distract.

Ryan nudged Graham and then Graham nodded, getting the idea. The two of them quickly came up with a plan, one that you wished you knew sooner because in hindsight, it was kind of dumb but it worked.

Graham turned and grabbed your shake while Ryan grabbed your jacket. The two, as confidently as they could, held up the stuff. "Your forgetting something."

You quickly got up, dodging The Master's hands as you bolted for the Fam, sending a little smirk toward The Master. The Time Lord sent you an amused look and you smiled.

The Doctor looked between the two of you and you would've recognized the look on her face if you hadn't been celebrating your little victory over getting out of his clutches. You grabbed the shake from Graham and took a sip.

'Oh, love, it wouldn't be that easy to rid yourself of me.'

"I thought I told you not call me that." You said, not even thinking that the other's couldn't hear what he said. He spent a lot of time in your head and you groaned at the look Graham sent you.

"What have you done to them?" Yaz demanded.

The Master's deranged smile only grew wider at her question and his eyes flicked from you to Yaz. "Didn't you say, Yaz, that they had crush on me?"

Your heart dropped and you slammed the glass down. "Your teetering."

"Oh its a line you let me cross all the time, pet."

"Not to my friends, never my friends." You gave him a pointed look and yet he still pushed.

"Now, was that crush on me or the face I was using?" The Master pushed, the question aimed at you and you shook your head.

The Doctor was looking in your direction as well. You looked between her and The Master. "It was on the perception filter."

The Doctor's face relaxed and turned to fully face The Master. She had already made an escape plan for all of you. She quickly aimed her sonic up at the ceiling, cutting the lights. "Scatter!"

You quickly took off for the door you were already heading for, knowing you were in enough light from outside to be illuminated as you shot through it. Graham and Ryan following behind you as Yaz took off with The Doctor.

You all bolted toward where The Doctor left the TARDIS and you yelped when someone grabbed you, it was softer than before and you barely heard Graham and Ryan yelling as you were pulled through a blue door. You recognized the interior of The Master's TARDIS. He kept the inside the same as the shack but with large and vast hallways, you headed over to your chair. You had always left a new book on the stand next to it, to start reading it when you rejoined The Master.

You yelped as you were pushed to the ground, lightly knocking over a pile of books as The Master stood over you. "What is my name?"

"Master, what's going on?" You asked, you usually didn't feel fear when looking at him, but this time, this time you did. He had that look on his face, that cold calculating look he only gave to The Doctor or to whoever's kingdom he was overthrowing that day.

"Say it again!" The Master demanded, bending a small bit, looking down at you.

"M-Master."

The Master grinned. "Once more pet."

You met his stare and realized he wasn't actually going to hurt you, he was just pissed off that you managed to get a good run away from him in. "Your name is The Master."

"Don't be cheeky. Get up." The Master ordered.

You started to get up, pushing your face close to his as he was still leaned over you. "Can't get up with you being like this, Master. One of us is going to have to move."

"Or you can tell my why you ran away."

Oh so thats what this was really about. You reached up and rested your hand on his face. "I like making things difficult, Master. You like it though."

"Oh do I?"

"You like a challenge. I like to be challenging. Now where are we going?"

The Master straightened up, sliding an arm around you to pull you up with him, making the two of you chest to chest. You barely noticed the position as he scanned your face. You were focused on him fully. "I know you we're lying earlier, love."

"Was I?"

"You have a silly human crush on me. You crave the days I steal you away from her." The Master's words had an air of superiority to them, like he knew the truth of the words he was putting on you.

"You don't understand what your talking about, Master. Lets put a pin in this conversation, please."

"OOOH, you used your manners, love. I'll relent this time but later, we are talking about this." The Master stepped away, your hand falling from his face. He had his answer, you all but confirmed it today and he'd push even more.

The Master's new favorite thing was to make you realize just how hard you had fallen for him.

(Little Bonus because I couldn't help it.) You ran up beside Yaz, waving to the Fam as you got readjusted to life back with The Doctor. The Doctor looked over at you and grinned. "So how was your date?"

"It was fantastic! He.." You stopped mid reply when you realized.

The blond shot her arms up in the air, cheering and certainly drawing the eyes of everyone in the vicinity. "Yaz you owe me!"

You watched the reactions of everyone and relaxed as they all groaned about losing the bet. Yaz looked over at The Doctor, pulling a few pounds out of her wallet. "How'd ya know it was gonna be that easy?"

"Because they've got this whole new relationship glow to them." The Doctor pointed out and you groaned.

"Among other things." Ryan pointed out, his eyes trained on the jacket you were wearing.

You hadn't even noticed you had grabbed The Master's coat. He must've placed his over yours after you had hung it up. "Of course I had to grab his jacket."

[pomefioredove]

Hi! not sure if u write for content that isn't a character x reader, if not, feel free to ignore this req!

but I'd like to req some timeskip hcs for the twst charas.. like what would they be after graduation? I could totally see Riddle being a lawyer but I'm not entirely sure for the rest of the twst cast 🤔

Thank you in advance! Take all the time u need !

ohhh actually speculation/analysis is something I write a lot of! I hail from a very literary fandom and these sorts of prompts are some of my favorites to do!

I could def give my thoughts, just based on what we already know + my own headcanons

➼Deuce: Deuce, to me, is a hands-on learner type. I could see him getting really into mechanics, but... my heart says house husband. tells his kids bedtime stories about Cauldron Deuce (with... um, better morals, we'll say)

➼Ace: professional moocher hmmm Ace is kind of a wild card (pun) to me. I can see his life going in a lot of different directions depending on how the story goes

➼Riddle: definitely something prestigious. we know his parents are doctors, it's likely he'd feel pressured to follow in their footsteps, with other high-paying professions close behind (such as lawyer)

➼Cater: trophy husband(/influencer)

➼Trey: takes on the family bakery. I can see him getting settled down relatively fast compared to everyone else. he just needs a spouse whose as weird as he is

➼Leona: professional moocher (for real this time). In an ideal world he would get fed up with his family and move out, either to another palace they own (you know how it is with royalty and their real estate) or to his own place. but that freedom might get him to really apply himself to something he cares about, independent of his family. would get married if the opportunity presented itself, would NOT have kids

➼Ruggie: Leona's little buddy. Leona assured him a job after school, sooo probably not much different from what he's doing already, but paid. sends fat checks home to his grandma every month

➼Jack: whatever it is, he's committed to it. I can't see him working a dead-end job with no hopes of improving himself, so nothing too academic. the obvious answer is athletics... but he could just as likely become a sculptor. just something that he can apply himself to and continue improving in

➼Azul: businessman. he just has a thing for it. he's running multiple restaurant chains and dabbling in retail before age thirty, and always looking for more opportunities

➼Jade: Azul definitely guarantees him a job, but I think he'd be more interested in staying on land and doing field work. mycologist... or anything that really captures his interest

➼Floyd: cliché answer, he can't decide. likely bounces between working with his brother and working with Azul. may just stay within the "family business" which is implied to be. mafia?

➼Kalim: do we even know what the al-Asims do. besides be rich. well whatever it is, he's doing that. definitely gets married fast, probably has a bunch of kids already. they're just as loud and excitable as he is

➼Jamil: oh Jamil :( please please have a happy ending. I can see him really enjoying academics, especially in positions where he can publish papers and get feedback. good for his ego. may start some insane academic drama, though (nothing he can't handle)

➼Vil: actor/model. confirmed! probably waits a while to get married, he's put off his career long enough

➼Rook: the fact that he wants to go into archaeology is so cute... being an ex archeology (now religious studies) major myself I think it's just so... Rook of him to be interested in history. I would love to talk to him about the Minoans. Or the Xia dynasty. can I marry him while we're at it? he eventually settles down somewhere in the woods

➼Epel: eughhrrggg can I say farming. sorry. I'm from a family of farmers and kinda sentimental about it. the connection to the land is very real and very emotional. but he does other stuff, too

➼Idia: [cue book 6 angst]

diasomnia fam is up in the air for now considering... *gestures to all of book 7*

➼bonus rollo: judge. because it would be funny.

[radiance1]

You know I had this real random au I made on discord on my other account that I logged out of and subsequently lost!

Where Vlad was a priest and Plasmius is his contractually obligated partner.

Except, said contract is actually 50-50 all the way on the scale of a good deal, but meh.

So baaaaaaasically, Plasmius was (I think) a demon that appeared before Vlad while he was in the hospital suffering from Ecto-acne and basically gave him a:

"Bind yourself to me or die."

Offer.

Like, literally. Vlad became Plasmius' vessel in the mortal world and Vlad is free to live his life. Well, whenever Plasmius wasn't living his life that is.

Which is pretty rare but anyways.

Vlad was a goddamn workaholic who spent most of his time working away on whatever little thing he could, before the rest of that time was spent with Plasmius taking over his body and doing whatever he wanted.

Most of which, due to having a mortal vessel and not as durable as his demon body, ended up with Vlad being injured a few times than not before Plasmius got a grasp on what Vlad's body could and couldn't take, well, compared to his other human vessels he's had in the past of course.

Then, a few years later, or whatever, Vlad and Plasmius have been going around killing a multitude of priests. Mostly the ones that have a high position and the like, and having Vlad replace them and work there for a while.

Why?

Because Plasmius wanted to find a suitable vessel for his son.

Which Vlad was totally a-okay, the killing priests part and taking their place he means. Taking over their roles were surprisingly easy, and he's memorized enough verses that he could recite the entire thing back-to-back from book to book with no real difficulty.

Oh, and he also found how to make holy water! And he could even confidently say that it works because, hey! He's literally the guy being possessed right now, and if it works against him then it'll definitely work on your probably possessed child, miss Samantha!

(He doesn't tell about the demon possessing him part of course, because that would be more paint something that most surely works in a negative light.)

It quite literally never even became a thought in his mind to try and use said holy water against, well, you know. The literal demon possessing him.

But hey, Plasmius brought it up once and Vlad just gave him the most, blank-eyed stare he's ever seen, and then just moved on with his life.

And Plasmius?

Well shit, he's realized he's picked a wonderful vessel.

(Usually, they would try to eject or kill him at their first opportunity, which is quite rude since he helped. But y'know, past is past and what not.)

So then comes time, after Vlad's like, 25th switcharoo they managed to find a picture perfect vessel for Plasmius' son, and he's like:

Plasmius: Kill him.

Vlad: What-

Like, kill priests? Sure no problem Vlad legit does not care, but killing a child? Not something he can do, he gets some shade for his decision, of course, but he's adamant about it.

So Plasmius, powerful demon from hell who is used to taking what he wants.

Lets him.

At the cost of the boy becoming his son's newest and first ever vessel of course.

And Vlad was kinda on the fence about this, but due to the contract- in which he stated that he'll do anything so long as he lives- is, well, there, he had to chose between the two.

And that, was how one young Daniel Fenton, was made the vessel of demon going by the name of Phantom.

Of course, he wasn't happy about such a thing, but it was going to happen eventually, so at least compared to the original plan he'll live.

(Can't remember if Danny's fam was alive or not here, so I'll just say they dead as hell in that Nasty Burger explosion. Cept it was more of a celebration thing, and Danny was running a little late on his way there and then BOOM.)

Vlad tries to make Danny as comfortable as possible after the possession, and of course Danny isn't happy about it, give all three of them snark and sass and being a genuine little shit. Except Phantom doesn't like that, and since Danny is the equivalent of a newly gotten toy, it doesn't end well for him.

Mostly, in the form of numerous injuries that leads to Plasmius lecturing his son about how fragile mortals are and some- looking at Vlad- even more fragile than some others

You know, since he was trapped in a bed for years and all that.

So then Plasmius and Danny wander around, dragging their vessels along behind them. Vlad and Danny do get a quiet a bit closer during this time, Vlad explaning that hey, he didn't want to subject a child to his fate, but it was either that or death so.

And that kinda thaws the ice a little between them.

Vlad says that it'll eventually get better, he's been at this for years and Plasmius regards him as either his most loyal henchmen.

Which is an upgrade from being viewed as a pet since he can actually add his opinions now, well, he could before but now Plasmius would actually take them into consideration if Vlad doesn't wanna do this or that.

Danny is very obviously bummed out about that, and also kinda pitying Vlad but is also still dealing with the trauma of his family and friends exploding and then having to share (Not really even THAT) a body with a demon who leaves him injured far more often than not because of his stunts.

Well, you could say he isn't having a good time.

Then, cut to a while later, and Vlad managed to make these things that allow for them to be separated, but not past a certain point.

Why?

Because Vlad was getting tired about Plasmius' wants for his body getting in the way of working through Vladco (a business idea he pitched and Plasmius backed once he found out he needed money) and there's only so much mental calculations he could do before he tries to find a way around this.

Plasmius thought that Vlad was finally about to do the expected 'fight back against the possessor' and was even a little hurt, before realizing that no, said thought still hasn't crossed his host's mind and he's just upset that he couldn't work on Vladco because of Plasmius' need of his body.

Plasmius, once again. Realized he picked a wonderful host, though this time he thinks there may be a little something wrong with him.

But that's okay, he still loves his henchmen regardless.

Meanwhile, Danny and Phantom are ecstatic, more so Phantom than Danny, and instantly use them. Thankfully, unlike the rings Vlad and Plasmius have, they have bracelets, the point extends city wide comfortably, a fair bit while past that if they strain it though.

So, Danny has been having the best time of his life now, able to spend it doing normal teen things instead of stunts that'll injure him or kill him and having fun.

Phantom?

Well.

He joined the Super scene.

If I remember correctly, he was a hero and his father played the villain, mostly because Phantom wanted to play as a hero, but he didn't have a nemesis like everyone else or something so-

Then for Phantom and Dann's birthday (Phantom kinda declared Danny's birthday his because it was the day he came to the mortal plane), Plasmius decided to kidnap various heroes to participate in an escape game that's really just an elaborate ploy for said party.

Some balloons here and there, confetti, a few gifts and a lot of things you wouldn't expect when kidnapped by a villain. Then at the end there was a birthday cake and a Happy birthday sign hung up there.

Then a Tv turned on and it showed Plasmius, sitting there in a classic villain chair with Vlad standing next to him- a surprise to most heroes there since Vladco was relatively clean actually- and then Plasmius going Happy birthday and then waving over at Vlad saying that he planned most of it.

Kidnapping various heroes was his idea, of course.

But everything else, from the design of each room to the traps to gifts and all of that, and Phantom excitedly shouts a thanks Dad and Papa, with Danny giving a quieter thanks Dad, which leaves the two of them shocked. Then Vlad, who was currently standing to Plasmius' side and working through Vladco investments and business opportunities, tries to play it cool but everyone (heroes included) can see the pink dusting his ears.

While Plasmius is just laughing his ass off at Vlad's reaction.

That's all I can remember right now, of course with a few tweaks here and there because, well, you can probably tell why.

Oh right, there was also this funny thing where, because of the matching rings that Vlad made and the two were wearing. The heroes thought they were married lmao.

[emmyrosee]

y’all gonna hate this and I’m okay with that. tw//feet. nothing explicit, but I hate feet so here’s your warning too LMAOOO-

Annoying Sunarin is your favorite pastime.

He’d be a liar if he said his wasn’t annoying you, but there’s just something so satisfying about the way he sits there and takes it, only to snap and turn completely feral right back at you.

And it’s not like your annoying is mean or rude, you do it strictly to inconvenience him- like eating all the crusts off his pizza, or drawing smiley faces all over his volleyballs (although, the one time you put “I love you!” sticky notes all over his car was one of the more aggressive annoyances) he still chooses to forgive you when you get under his skin.

This, you’re sure, is one of those times you’re extra determined, wanting his attention and his alone.

But instead he’s doing a stupid Instagram live, talking about his rest week before his team leaves for the next two.

You want war. You’re ready to fight it.

Creeping into the living room, you’re smiling at the sight of him, slouched over the coffee table and head resting on the glass while he talks about the team, his practices, and least importantly, how much he loves you.

That, definitely, is not going to fly.

“Yeah, It’s definitely been weird not having practice every day, but I do like being at home-“

Instantly, he sees your grinning frame standing in the doorway. He looks you up and down in suspicion, but even he can’t wipe his own smile growing on his face. “What’re you up to, booger?”

“Wanna see something cute?”

And at this point, okay, Rintaro should know better than to say yes, or at the bare minimum tell you to show him later, but for whatever reason, he stupidly says ‘sure. Why not?’ and watches as you toddle over eagerly.

You take your spot on the couch and lay on your back, shuffling slightly to be comfortable, and suddenly, before he knows it, your fuzzy-socked-foot’s on his shoulder. He feels his annoyance grow, but he knows you’re doing this on purpose, and he’s not going to give you that satisfaction of making him agitated.

“Guys,” he begins, addressing the livestream which is filling with comments. “I think I spoke to soon about the happy to be home thing.”

“Don’t be rude!” You snap, poking his cheek with a pointed toe. “I’m excited, don’t be mean!” Your fuzzy toe moves to play with his ear, and he shrinks his neck at the feeling.

“Seriously?” He snorts, looking your foot up and down. “On Doja Cat’s green, Planet Her, you’re shoving your feet in my face? On my Instagram live?”

“I wanted to show you my socks!” You say happily, wiggling your toes. “They’ve got toe beans.”

“That’s nice dear, now let me get back to the people.”

“Uh, your live is not as important as my socks with toe beans,” you scoff.

“Please excuse my insignificant other’s nasty ass feet, they’re being a disappointment to their bloodline,” he says, poking his tongue in his cheek before casting you a warning look.

“You’re just mad because your bloodline likes me more than you!”

He blinks with a lazy smirk on his lips, and you, with your foot still on his shoulder, gently go to prod him one more time with your socked toe.

Except now, to your horror filled excitement, his massive hand wraps around your ankle, and you cackle in anticipation. “You’re on camera!” You warn, jerking wildly. He glances over at the Instagram live, comments now flying over the screen, and he shrugs, “they’re fine. You gonna behave?”

You don’t say anything, merely giggling and trying to tug your foot back. It’s another sign of your defiance without actually saying anything at all, and damnit, if it’s a war you want, it’s a war you’ll get.

Shrugging, he rips the fluffy sock off your foot and throws it back at you, looking at your foot curiously.

“Do you think I could fit your whole foot in my mouth?”

“EXCUSE ME?” you shriek, immediately trying to pull your foot from his grip, which only tightens as he looks up at you with a smirk.

“Do you know how famous we’d get on the hub? Just me, suckin’ at your toes, flicking them with my tongue-“

“GIVE ME MY FOOT BACK!” You cackle, swatting him with your sock as he chuckles and finally does release your leg, watching in full amusement as you scramble away.

He watches his viewers reactions to his filth fly across his screen (some of the more perverse ones having to be blocked) and he shakes his head at you as you escape quickly to the bedroom. “Keep your dogs in control, will ya? This live is important!”

“You were just talking about pregnancy cravings, no it’s not!”

He takes a deep inhale through his nose, then he sighs dramatically and shakes his head.

“I’ll log back on later, guys. Gotta go polish some piggies.”

“NAAAOOOOO!”

Needless to say, that would be a tactic you’d never use again to get his attention, this mission being unsuccessful.

Or… was it?

[quietwings-fics]

in the meantime

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Gen (Thirteen & the Fam) Additional Tags: Gender Identity, It/Its Pronouns For The Doctor (Doctor Who), Genderqueer Character, Genderqueer Doctor (Doctor Who), Coming Out, Friendship Wordcount: 1,845 Summary:

The Doctor clarifies its gender.

It's disoriented.

Really, it's the height that gets it first. The Doctor's been tall for centuries now. Bad enough running around high on regeneration energy, trying to save its new friends, but with half the legs it normally had? And it's still getting used to that. There's always an inch between where its hand is and where it should be. It adjusts to looking up rather than down at most everyone when it talks to them. Graham and Ryan are around to practice that on, and Yaz is around to remind the Doctor of how nice it was to easily look down its nose at people, once.

And if it focuses on all of that, then it doesn't have to think about the other thing. 

Which works until it doesn't. It's over (four-point-five billion) two thousand years old; it should know better by now.

"There, see, she's always cooped up in here." The Doctor looks oddly at Graham. It isn't sure where else he expects the TARDIS to be but within-throughout herself. "You should really get some fresh air, Doc. Without the threat of death attached to it." The Doctor stands on the console platform and fumbles the greeting it carefully prepared while waiting for its companions. Friends. Fam. It rises on the balls of its feet without the words coming back, and then it turns back around to the safety of the TARDIS console to find different ones without having to look at them. She dispenses a helpful biscuit. The Doctor doesn't have to speak with its mouth full.

They say she, they mean me, it taps the console in rhythm with the saying. They say she, they mean- The word is poking into its lungs and making it hard to breathe. Footsteps left and right, and even without a greeting, they all seem comfortable coming back. Good. They should be. It wants them to be. This should be like their home, too. They say she- The Doctor inhales biscuit.

The next few seconds consist mostly of coughing and nearly not dodging Ryan's intended-to-be-helpful knock against its back to stop said coughing. He doesn't try a second time, and as it shakes off the sudden biscuit assault on its esophagus, it catches his apologetic look. Ryan's very good at the not-touching bit. They'd all probably be good at it, if it said anything, but it didn't and doesn't and likes too much that Ryan started noticing on his own without being told, (enough to silently bear it and wait for Graham and Yaz to catch up, too.)

"You alright?" Yaz says. The Doctor looks from her down to her hands folded against the TARDIS, sees the right index nail chewed shorter than the rest and adds a tally to how many times it's noticed that. The count is thirteen now.

"I'm really more of an it," the Doctor says because of that. Then, like an olive branch, it offers, "but you can call the TARDIS she. She's always liked that." Not one of its Fam looks like they know what it's talking about. It pauses, tries to remember which parts of this conversation have been out loud and which have only been in its head (most of it), and realizes they have every right to be confused. It would be confused, if not for the permanent residency it has inside itself. Semi-permanent. It's been a weird life. "When referring to me," it clarifies. "It. Like"—stars and planets, ghosts and relics—"biscuits. Or, biscuit, singular, you'd call multiple ones 'they', and that's not right anymore. For me, not for the biscuits."

It had no idea how harsh that pressure against its lungs was until it's gone in a rush. A popped balloon.

"What?" Yaz says. It's what they all want to say—At least, judging by their expressions, not something the Doctor's ever skilled at doing but it's better with these eyes than the last pair, it thinks.—but Yaz gets there first.

The Doctor sucks in a breath to try to keep the pressure from reasserting itself. "It," it repeats. "It. You keep saying she, but-" It doesn't like being on the back foot like this, so it switches, pinches its mouth. "You didn't even ask. It was rude." It feels good, for a moment, to see someone that isn't itself reel, but then it remembers that it's Yaz, and she's just trying to understand, and now, she looks like she thinks she's failed the Doctor. It draws back in on itself. "No harm done," it says, raising its hands, back to smiling. Smiling's good, smiling sets people at ease, and it's an easy set of muscles to control. Yaz is already relaxing again. No harm done, Doctor, no harm done, it reminds itself.

"This has to do with how you said you were a man before?" Graham ventures. The three of them always say that like they still don't really believe it, and it really isn't sure how that's the difficult bit, between the time travel and the TARDIS and the aliens. Maybe it's because it keeps saying it. Humans... Twenty-first century? They usually keep those things secret. The Doctor doesn't see the point.

"I made an alright man," the Doctor says. "Not sure about how I'm doing now, though. It's new. Am I a good woman, Yaz?" It looks at her, the moment the words leave its lips, and for a moment, Yaz is not Yaz, Yaz is big eyes and a familiar smirk and Clara-my-Clara. Only for a moment, and then she's just Yaz again. Yaz, sort of frowning, sort of pained looking, like she's swallowed something too large and got it caught in her throat. The Doctor is about to clarify that it wouldn't choke her with a question like that, that it's older and wiser and knows the answer is no nowadays anyway. It's only asking about genders, which shouldn't be as hard.

"You've-" she starts and never finishes the thought. She tries another one. "You're doing okay?" Yaz is lying to it. The Doctor decides it won't notice.

"Thank you," it says, smiling at her.

"It's not the sort of thing you get 'good' at," Graham says. "It's not a competition." It frowns at him until it parses out that tone. He has no idea what the Doctor is talking about, but he means it kindly.

"Of course it is," the Doctor says, and it looks- Oh, it snaps its head away from the empty corner of the TARDIS fast and hard enough to hurt, but it was looking for her, waiting for her laugh, waiting for her to agree. "Just not one I've ever won. When other people are judging." There wouldn't be any doubt who the winner was if she was here. But she's not.

"Doctor," Ryan asks, "are you not a woman?" His voice is not his voice. The Doctor blinks. You know that, Bill. The Doctor blinks again. Ryan is waiting for an answer—because he doesn't know—and the Doctor tries to think through the Bill-shaped words as they bounce inside its cranium, only each time they sound less like Bill and more like steel and- 

"No. Yes. Ask a different question," it demands, too loudly for the room and too quiet to hear itself inside its own head. Ryan's eyes dart to Yaz. The Doctor would welcome her voice, too. Any voice. Anything at all.

"If you're not a man or a woman, you'd be..." Ryan glances at Yaz again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" she asks. He immediately turns his gaze away, flustered. The Doctor shuts its eyes and lets their voices fill up its head.

"I thought you might- Who else am I supposed to look at?"

"You could ask me," Graham says. Ryan and Yaz both turn to him. "I didn't say I knew, but you shouldn't assume-"

"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor interrupts. "I'm just the Doctor." It wants that to sink in first, so it might avoid some questions. "The label you're looking for is"—It pages through a collection of words, narrowed by species, by language, by decade.—"nonbinary."

"And you're..." Ryan still trails off without saying it, like he's afraid he'll do something wrong.

"No," the Doctor says. Thinks. "Sometimes. I'm better at that than some of the others."

It might be easier for them if it had said yes.

It wants to be understood. These things stand in opposition to each other.

But it knows. Allowances must be made. Baby steps. Room for mistakes.

It runs fingers over the TARDIS console. "Don't say she. We can start there." The weight settles on its lungs again, but less, bearable, for now. It hears Ryan inhale, but no response forms. It hears Yaz tap her nails, bitten and not, on the console, without arguing.

"No, we can start with what you want to be called," says Graham, quite certain of himself. The Doctor meets his gaze.

"It," it says, one last time. It doesn't mean that to be a challenge, and it doesn't think Graham hears it as one either. But it is.

"It," he repeats, and he does a funny thing with his mouth, snapping his expression between his certainty and the sudden stumble of what it's asking of him and back again to the determined stubbornness to follow through on a promise. "That'll take some getting used to. No more than the rest of you, Doc." The Doctor wants to take Graham's honesty, keep it in a bottle, and shake it to hear it rattle around. It smiles with no need to soothe anything or put anyone at ease.

"Really?” it asks. The challenge is gone. What’s left isn’t disbelief because it knew, eventually, at some point, they’d all come around to this. It’s just surprised that it’s this easy. Nothing’s ever this easy.

“Of course,” Yaz jumps in, sounding more sure of herself than the nervousness in her eyes betrays.

“Granddad’s right. It’ll take a bit, but I’ll get there.” Ryan fixes the Doctor with a look, one that pins it and holds it steady in a way that’s very hard for anyone to do. “And we’ll catch on faster if you’re telling us when we get it wrong.” 

“I was planning to,” it says. It wasn’t. 

Ryan believes it and drops that look, possibly without ever knowing he managed to see through the Doctor so clearly.

It glances between its Fam one last time. It stops itself abruptly when it realizes it’s biasing it’s own data-seeking, more prone to stiffening its spine at the hint of what might be a scowl than seeing how bright all three of them are looking at it.

Acceptance, acceptance, it will one day stop being a stranger. 

"Good," it says. "Good!" It closes off that part of the conversation and tucks it away, handled. It returns to perfectly stable ground. "You want fresh air? I know a city in the clouds, can't get fresher than that. The planet's surface is all seas, so..."

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