#because he's gonna respond to questions about it soo

[supernova-proscenium]

[formulafanfics13]

thinking about older brother’s best friend!max who takes little innocent virgin you home after you got too drunk at a party. you trust him so much and he’s sooo dreamy but you can’t figure out how you ended up in his lap with his fingers up your miniskirt, but you don’t want to annoy him when he’s finally paying attention to you, so you furiously nod and drool when he tells you to be his good girl. it’s soo wet and sticky but it doesn’t matter cause maxie promised he was wearing a condom…right? Right??

He doesn't need to know - MV1 🔥

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summary: Max Verstappen is your older brother’s best friend. He’s been around since you were too young to know what you wanted. Now you’re 21. He’s 27. And when he brings you home after a party, drunk and messy in your miniskirt, you can’t remember how you ended up in his lap with his fingers under your skirt. You just know it’s sticky and good and wrong—but Max is finally paying attention to you. And when he tells you you’re being a good girl and promises he’s wearing a condom… you don’t ask. You just nod and cry and beg for more.

warnings: 18+. best friend’s little sister, age gap (21f/27m), you're is Charles Leclerc’s younger sister, virginity loss, dubcon elements (reader is drunk, unsure how it started but fully consents and begs for more), oral (f receiving), rough sex, fingering, creampie with condom uncertainty (Max says he is wearing one but doesn’t confirm), possessive language, praise + degradation, reader is babygirl-coded and absolutely feral for Max’s attention.

He says he’s taking you home You don’t question it. Of course you don’t. It’s Max. Max Verstappen. Your brother’s best friend. The same Max who used to tuck you into guest beds during karting weekends. The same Max who carried you once after you twisted your ankle at the marina, shirtless and grinning like nothing could hurt you as long as he was around.

So when he finds you at the afterparty, drunk and slumped against a hallway wall, crying because someone said something mean and your heel broke, you don’t hesitate.

You wrap your arms around his neck and whisper, “Take me home, Maxie.”

And he does. You don’t remember getting into the car. But you remember his hand on your thigh.

You remember the way he muttered something in Dutch when you leaned into him, all warmth and alcohol and perfume and glitter on your cheeks. You remember the way his hand slid a little higher. Not too far. Just far enough to make you dizzy.

You giggled and curled your fingers in his sleeve. “You’re so warm,” you mumbled.

He didn’t respond. But the engine got faster.

You’re on the couch. His couch. You blink. His arm is around you. His other hand is cupping your jaw. Your knees are over his lap. You don’t remember how.

“Thirsty?” he asks, voice low.

You nod. But he doesn’t move. “Little dress,” he murmurs, thumb dragging over your collarbone. “So short. You wore this around drunk men?”

You blink again. “Max…”

“You wore this around strangers, and you wonder why I had to come get you?”

Your thighs twitch. His hand slips under your skirt. You whimper.

“Need you to tell me something,” he murmurs.

You nod fast. “Anything.”

His fingers press against your panties. Sticky. Warm. Soaked. “You gonna be my good girl?”

You moan. Actually moan. Your whole body arches like he’s just pressed a button in your spine. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, Maxie, I’ll be good.”

“Even when it hurts a little?”

You nod.

“Even when I tell you to take it for me?”

You nod harder. Your panties are off before you can breathe. You don’t even realise he’s got two fingers inside you until you’re squirming.

“Oh- fuck, Max-”

“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans. “God, you’re so fucking wet. You like this? Like me touching you when your brother’s not home?”

You whimper.

“You know he’d kill me, right?”

You nod.

“And you’re still gonna let me fuck you?”

“Yes,” you cry. “Please, Max- please-”

He grins. Something dark. Something animal. “First time, yeah?”

You nod.

His expression softens just enough. “Don’t worry, schatje. I’ll be gentle.”

He’s not. He pushes in slow. Big. Thick. Stretching you open until you sob and hide your face in his neck. His hands hold your thighs wide open. His mouth is on your shoulder, murmuring something low and Dutch and filthy. You pant, shaking, wet and slippery and dizzy.

“Condom,” you whisper. “Max- condom-”

“I’ve got it,” he breathes. “Don’t worry. It’s on.”

You believe him. He starts moving. You don’t remember much after that. Just the sound of him groaning in your ear. The feeling of his hands on your hips. The burn. The wet slap of skin. The feeling of his fingers in your mouth. Your own drool down your chin. His chest sticky against your tits. Your name a wrecked sound in his mouth.

“Say you’re mine.”

“Max-”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you sob. “I’m yours, I’m yours—”

“Good girl.”

He keeps going. You cry when you cum. Loud and real. He fucks you through it. When he finishes, he buries his face in your neck and stays there. You blink up at the ceiling, lips swollen, legs trembling, and whisper, “You did wear one, right?”

He doesn’t answer. Just kisses your shoulder.

[stevinguniverse]

Something ive been thinking about a lot lately.. ^_^

While Steven's on the road after future, I feel like he would experiment with shapeshifting a lot more. I feel like the idea would be born out of insecurity... Like, he's still dealing with so much, he had such little time to process his trauma and how it still hurts him, and he definitely has a lot of issues with his self confidence. I feel like, just every now and then, Steven would shapeshift into other people, like characters he's made up in his head.

I think a lot of his characters would be women... One, because he grew up with mostly women, his most formative years and events he spent with the gems. So maybe he would just default to that.. BUT ALSO I think that he has some issues with gender identity that he would rather work out AWAY from home, whether or not hes aware that's what he's doing.. i definitely think Steven is a little genderfluid.. maybe just genderqueer!! But he never really had time to explore his own identity, he always just had to prove to everyone that he /wasn't/ rose/pink diamond. Coming to terms with the fact that he is Steven is great, but who is Steven?

Anyway I think this character would be the one he usually defaults to.. (I can't stop thinking about her AUGHH) I feel like Steven would shapeshift into her to do random everyday things.. like going grocery shopping, getting food, going on walks, etc. It's still him.. but just different!!

In my mind, steven would use shapeshifting a way to explore his own identity, but mostly as a form of escapism. To separate himself from his trauma and everything he's dealing with.. sometimes it's hard to be the same person you were when everything was going downhill, and it's confusing to try to navigate life as the same person who went through something so horrible.. for Steven it was just traumatic event after traumatic event for YEARS, and even in future he went through soo much. It wouldn't be crazy to imagine he doesn't want to be himself anymore after that. At least not all the time. Sometimes just being yourself can be isolating. Living vicariously through a "perfect person" he's fabricated in his head would be freeing at first, but I feel like ultimately he would just become exhausted..

I think connie would be the first to find out... In future they mentioned meeting up for ?? breakfast (i think it was breakfast)... Imagine Connie is in town a little early, she decides to stop by a store to grab something. Steven is already there (ive imagined this scenario like 50 times already help me) and they end up in the same aisle. Steven recognizes her immediately, obviously, but knows as long as he keeps his form she will never know. Once she leaves, he can just un-shapeshift and then meet her at the REAL spot they're supposed to. But I think in his nervousness, he would drop whatever item he was holding. Connie being nice of course would pick it up and hand it to him. Maybe she would ask him a question, or say "hey, I like your earrings!".. but if Steven responds, she's going to immediately recognize his voice :,) ... (I actually have imagined this turning out multiple ways... Either Steven freaks out and says something anyway and she recognizes his voice, he gets too nervous and un-shapeshifts by accident.. cus he's probably not very great at shapeshifting because I mean.. why would he want to be after cat fingers.., or he would pretend he couldn't talk and quickly leave the store 😭) in this hypothetical situation im gonna say he gets caught shapeshifting and is put into a situation where he has to sit through the date still shapeshifted (i still haven't figured out why he would have to yet ....) and hes embarrassed and also feeling a lot of shame but connie is just confused and a little flustered too because... waow pretty boyfriend....

I do think they would have a long conversation afterwards, like maybe they sit in stevens car and talk... Connie asks him if he's more comfortable being this way. He says not really. Maybe? Kind of? But not really.. she asks why he's doing it, but he doesn't really truly know. He just knows its easier this way. They talk about the implications of him choosing this specific form, he tells her that he's really confused about who he is. His sense of self is all out of whack and he doesn't know how to handle it. He begs her not to tell anyone, and obviously shes like. What?? I wont!!

I think in the end Connie would just want to be supportive no matter what because she loves him ^_^ and Steven would probably cry a little because hes just so darn confused 😔 but eventually i think he would phase out of it.. probably realize hes genderfluid/queer along the way.. even though that wasn't the point of him shapeshifting in the first place..!

Steven being steven by not being Steven.. or something

[weirdsht]

I have this random idea and I neeed to yap about it here lmaoo

I'm just thinking about krs taking care of a teen around locks age, he met them at some point of the apocalypse and decided to take them under his wing.

let's say they transmigrated together or reader a bit after krs, but they meet at some point in the novel, anyways bc krs!cale took care of them for a good 3-4 years before the transmigration he subconsciously does the things he did before without noticing.

another random thing that came to mind:

idk someone: "wow young master, you really know this kid"

cale: "I hope i do i took care of them for a good 3 years"

random person: "when???"

ignore how this might not make sense storywise and probably characterwise, I'm really sleepy 🙏

Homecoming - Cale & Teen! Reader

a/n: i want to write more but my brain is all out of creative juices because almost all of my profs are making us write essays every day. not to mention that directing thingy i need to do for that stupid uni short film

tags: fluff, platonic, reader is unhinge if you squint, gn!reader

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Requests are open and welcome

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“...What are you doing here?”

That was the first thing Cale asked you as soon as he saw you.

“And you are..?”

Was your question to respond to his question.

Because why is this random nobleman talking to you as if he knew you? Sure he reminds you a bit of Kim Rok Soo but still.

This guy is essentially a stranger and your big brother Rok Soo has taught you stranger-danger.

You can see the redhead sigh before pushing his hair back with his left hand. There’s a look of fondness and frustration in his eyes, another thing that reminds you of your big brother.

Kim Rok Soo wasn’t actually your big brother biologically speaking. Both of you were orphans who found each other in the middle of a ruined world. Two abandoned people who found solace within each other. 

You quite literally tripped into Rok Soo’s life a few months after he became a team leader.

The same way how you literally tripped into this weird noble’s porch. 

Speaking of which, that said noble is now telling everyone to give the two of you some privacy. He even asked the cute baby dragon to put a soundproof barrier around the room.

“Are you doing that to mask my screams when you kill me?”

You couldn’t help but ask once everyone was out of the room. Rok Soo had always told you about not letting your impulsive thoughts win but you couldn’t help it.

Cale sighed loudly and tiredly, exactly the same reaction your Rok Soo would do when you said something stupid.

“No I’m not gonna kill you, and no I’m not going to eat you either so don’t even ask.”

You clamped your mouth shut after that. The question dying on your tongue before you could even ask it.

“I’m going explain myself and then you’ll do the same okay?”

You nodded seeing as you don’t really have a choice. You’re in this guy’s turf and there’s no way you can outrun a dragon and whatever monster of a people this guy has with him. And so you behaved yourself and settled on the plush couch you were escorted to.

“My name is Cale Henituse, or at least that’s my current name. I used to be Kim Rok Soo back on Earth before I died.”

…okay what?

What now?

He was who?

Kim Rok Soo— well you guess he goes by Cale now — knows you well enough to know that this information would cause your brain to overdrive. And so he has a glass of iced water prepared for your poor self to drink.

“Wha- how- huh?”

You tried to formulate words after gulping the water but your mind is still reeling. There’s simply no comprehending this new information bought upon you.

But it’s fine since Cale is willing to wait for you to come around.

Even after 3 weeks of waiting, his still very patient.

He knows when to give you space, but also knows when to spend time with you. Cale knows exactly when you need him to be there for you and when your mind is confused about him being a stranger but also being the big brother you dearly love.

Of course, this raised some questions with the others. Cale suddenly took in another teen one day and he seemed to have known them all his life even though he just met them 3 weeks ago.

“Young master you seem to really know that kid.”

Hans asked one day. In a short distance, Ron was also listening in while dusting some decorative vases.

"I hope I do, I took care of them for a good 3 years."

Was Cale’s nonchalant answer before leaving the room in order to go to your bedroom. He had promised you that he’ll let you wander around the forest today after all. 

Meanwhile, the two servants are flabbergasted — Ron was just hiding it better than Hans.

“...3 years? How did he hide from us that he took care of a child, an entire human being, for three whole years??”

Hans asked and the only answer he got was the dust from Ron’s feather duster flying towards his face.

[boozerbooz]

Hi, I saw you were taking orders so I was wondering if you could make one for the squid game (specifically for Dae-ho) Please 🙏

The reader is a player, almost no one approached him because his appearance was intimidating, so he spent his time alone in his place.

So, Dae-ho had been watching him and told his team that the reader could be a good ally, but they weren't very convinced. They told him that it wasn't a very good idea, since he seemed like a bully who could get them in trouble, and blah blah blah, but Dae-ho didn't pay attention to them and still went to approach the reader to talk.

Dae-ho introduced himself (with that cute smile of his) to the reader. He responded kindly and they had a conversation. Afterwards, Dae-ho took him to perform with his team. Although they were surprised because it was not what they imagined, the reader became friends with Dae-ho, always following him (taking care of him, flirting and so on). Sometimes, when the reader is not with him, the others take the opportunity to make fun of Dae-ho for the reader's behavior towards him.

..Ill be watching you

Pairing: Kang Dae-Ho x Male reader

Contains: He/Him+ you pronouns for reader, fluff, flirting

M/n feels eyes on him as he moves through the crowd to the back of the room, his intimidating presence causing people to move and make way for him. Dae-Ho was a partially.. questionable player, I mean, he always watched you in every game for no reason, always watching every breath you take , so you found him a little weird..

You finally moved to the back of the room and sat down on the edge of the bottom bunk beds before you hear footsteps and see someone’s shoes in front of you.

Dae-Ho fidgets with his fingers a bit before he introduces himself to M/n. “Hello!..” He says, trying to make a bit of small talk before he says his name. “Im Kang Dae-Ho, Dae as in large, and Ho as in tiger!” He says, holding up his hands in a tiger claw motion.

You saw this a little cute and chuckled a bit, smiling at his hand gesture before you introduce yourself to him.

“Im M/n” You say before extending your hand out towards him and he shakes it. The duo talks for a bit, talking about their interests, favorite color, foods, and things like that.

After a nice conversation between the both of them, Dae-Ho brings M/n to the others in his group. Everyone was.. suprised to say the least when they found out M/n was nice.

After awhile, M/n started to care for Dae-Ho more, sometimes checking up on him after games, hugging him, and flirting with him.

In one incident, M/n called him cute once and he swore he saw Dae-Ho’s cheeks flush with a rosy pink color. After that, Dae-Ho KNEW his group was gonna tease him after that.

I accidentally posted it once soo.. yea.. but I hope you like it!

[oddlysouls]

you never thought you'll found yourself sitting on a deserted corner in the back of the school with Suna, the 'ladies man' as you heard rumors about his personality, but when you move to Hyogo from Miyagi, you didn't mind his rumous for a little weed. smoke wafting above you while you both leaned against the wall. the only sounds were the distant chattering of students and the occasional clank of a bike passing by.

"soo, what do you have to sell?" you say while watching him take another drag before responding.

"depends on what you need. Weed, pills, anything specific?" you ponder for a little then asks him curiosly "What strains do you have?" he paused for a moment counting the strains he knew in his head. "I got OG kush, northern lights, pineapple express, and some others" he glanced at you, gauging your reaction "got a preffered one?"

you think for a little then say "yeah, OG kush, how much?" Suna took a last huff on his cigarette, then leaned back against the wall "¥795,13 for 1g"

"okay" you say taking your wallet from your bag, Suna accepted the money, tucking it into his pocket. "alright, i got yours" he said while reaching into his backpack that was sitting by his feet before taking out a bag of weed, then handed it to you.

"thanks man, appreciate it" suna smirked a little more relaxed than his usual stoic expression. "no problem, you need anything else, you know who to call"

"give me your phone number tho" you said while extending him your phone. he throws his cigarette away before grabing it, plugging in his number before giving it back to you with a small smile, a sudden change from his usual expression. "don't abuse it"

you teasingly look at him "i'm going to blow up your phone with messages" Suna chuckled and rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by your threat "sure you will, just remember, i charge per text"

"man, that's a shame, i better find me a new plug then" you say jokingly "and who's gonna give you this good stuff huh?" he said with a smirk, gesturing to the small bag you hold in your hand.

"i can always go back to Miyagi and buy from my old plug" you said confidently remembering Tanaka, your 'old' plug back in Miyagi. Suna raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "oh, so you think you have options? good luck finding someone as reliable as me in that little town of yours"

"oh, please, my old plug is very reliable for your information" you said amused at his confidence. Suna chuckled and shook his head, amused by your sass. "sure, but can they guarantee the same quality and variety? i doubt it"

you trust Tanaka so is only reasonable you said "bet he is better than you" Suna smirked, clearly enjoying this banter "you're really confident for someone i just met. how about a challenge then? name your old plug and let's see who's actually better"

"tanaka" you simply reply making Suna pause for a moment, caught off guard "Tanaka? you mean Ryu Tanaka?" your curiosity picked at his question "yeah, you know him?"

suna nodded, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "yeah, i've heard about him, very impressive guy, but don't undestimate me just because you had a good thing going back in Miyagi"

"yeah, i mean i haven't even tried yours" you said giving him a chance. "exactly my point, you can't just assume i'm not as good as Tanaka" Suna said leaning back against the wall, a hint of a challenge in his tone. "you should at least give me a chance, don't you think?"

you look at him for a moment, then start to reach into your bag to get your grinder and flavored papers as well a filter. "you don't mind if i smoke here?" Suna shook his head, leaning back against the wall "nah, go ahead, we're in a secluded spot anyway, nobody's gonna notice" at his words you start preparing yourself a nice joint with his weed.

suna watched intently how you prepare the joint with an amused smirk. "i haven't seen someone roll one in a while. you're good at it" you only look at him as you light up the joint, suna's gaze lingered on you as you lit it up, his expression still somewhat aloof but clearly amused by you. "you're gonna enjoy that" he said, nodding towards the joint clearly confident on his weed.

you feel the smoke in your lungs before exhaling it in his direction. "I know" Suna's smirk widened as the smoke curled towards him, he raised an eyebrow, a slight playfulness in his tone, "Trying to get me high too, huh?"

with a playfully nod you respond "maybe, want to take a hit?" while offering the joint. Suna chuckled and took the joint with a smirk, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment "sure, why not" he said, bringing the joint to his lips and inhaling deeply.

as you watched Suna take a hit, you couldn't help but notice the subtle details about him. his sharp jawline, narrow eyes and thin eyebrows, the way his fingers held the joint ever so casually. there was an air of mystery and confidence about him, making you perhaps curious to know more.

you take the joint back from Suna, as he watches you closely, taking in your every move. he notices the way you inhale, the subtle flick of your tongue as you exhale, there's a sense of intrigue in his eyes as he observes you.

he leans back against the wall again, his gaze fixed on you. "so, how you feel?" his tone is still nonchalant, but there's a subtle interest in his eyes, as if he was curious to see the effects starting to take hold on you.

"i'm fine, how about you?" you ask him while relaxing a little on the wall. Suna mantains his cool demeanor, shrugging nonchalanty "same as usual, i guess, maybe a little more chill" he studies you, his gaze flickering down your body for a moment before returning to your face, the faintest hint of curiosity behind his stoned expression.

you noticed his gaze at your body and slightly amused at his actions call him out "dude, are you checking me out?"

[whinysoobin]

Too thick... c.yj

Choi Yeonjun x fem reader

Genre: smut (MDNI- minors do not interact )

Warnings: overstimulation (f! Receiving), gagging, cum swallowing (pls no). Nothing else ig..

Being fucked by your cousin during the visit to your ancestral house in bussan, isnt the greatest thing you did.... Sure the ghosts of your ancestors which roam around would be disgusted but more over yall were fucking in the room which belonged to your great great great great.... (Etc. Etc.) Grandmother. Or some grandmother of your mother's side.

But you didnt have time to think of all that.. The last thing you wanted to worry about is which ancestor's room this was while being fucked dumb on yeonjun's cock. Splitting you open as he thrusts in deeper and faster. Your hands claw his back and he lets out a deep moan.

Due to in the intense pace of yeonjun, you already found your self in your 3rd orgasm, and him not even done with his first release. Are men supposed to have this much stamina? Yeonjun takes your leg up to his shoulders to get you deeper.

"T-to mu-much! To-too much!" You whine overstimulated as fuck as you release your 3rd orgasm. Yeonjun lets out a frustrated moan. Something was wrong. So you decided to ask him.

"I-is something wrong j-jun? Im sor-"

"No, no, its just.... I cant feel you at all.." Yeonjun pulls out of you. He lays next to you,his cock still rock hard and throbbing as he takes off the condom. Then you realise it, making you slightly giggle. Yeonjun shoots you a confused look hearing you giggle.

"I think those condoms are extra thick. You should have read the label before buying it" yeonjun lets out a groan as he realises. But as he got up your hands find his wrists. You looks at you and tilts his head.

"You are still hard" you point out.

"I know, but its oka-"

"Are you serious iam not just gonna let you go when you fucked me soo good whereas you didnt even get to release once? You need to feel good too!" You get up and your knees hit the floor as yeonjun stares at you in slight shock. But smirks slightly when you wrap your hands around his big leaky cock.

"You dont have to if you dont like"

You didnt respond, instead you wrapped your lips around it, swirling your tongue making sure to lick up all the precum you could.

"F-fuck y/n"

Yeonjun hands find their way towards your hair as he slightly tugs them. As you suck his tip he let's out a loud moan. He sounded absolutely beautiful. Hearing loud pornstar moans slip out of the mouth and knowing that you made him do it, gave you little more confidence knowing he enjoyed it.

He pushed you down even further. the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat as you gagged on the rest of it.

"god…you're s-so perfect like this"

His praises were enough for you to push through, you moved your head back up and then immediately back down to take him in fully again. You could tell he was about to finish because his hips bucked into your mouth. And you repeat your motions pulling each and every sound out of him.

it wasn't much longer before you felt his hot cum inside of your mouth, leaking down your chin as you pulled him out. You wiped you face with the back of your hand as yeonjun collapses onto the bed. You chuckle as you lay next to him.

"fuck, i never knew you were this good..." Yeonjun says as his hands wrap around your body as he cuddles you in. You squish you face into his chest as he chuckles.

"I never knew i was this good. But now that i heard the sounds you make... I kinda feel like an expert even tho this like my second time giving someone a head"

"Who was first?"

"Why would you ask?" You raise your eyebrows at his direct question.

"Just asking" yeonjun shrugs.

Just minutes later you both hear the bell ring. That's when it snapped you both that your parents would have came back from the store. You and yeonjun immediately jump out of bed to get your cloths on.

....

"Where were you both?" Your mother asks and soon she spot you both coming out of the room.

"Just playing games aunty" yeonjun responds quickly with a fake smile on his face like he wasnt lying straight to her face.

"Dinner will be ready in a hour i think... I hope you both aren't hungry" yeonjun's mom says.

"And pack your things we will be leaving after lunch. I think we have cleaned up this place well enough." You mother says as she looks around.

....

"Dont worry. We will see each other again" yeonjun whispers to you as both your mothers say bye to each other. You weren't sure if it would happen any soon because the last time had seen him was when he was 14 and you were 12 and now you were 18.

"Yeonjun say bye to y/n" his mother says as she gets in the car.

Yeonjun hugs you as he whispers "i love you, take care"

.... Years later-

"Hey y/n!! I found this really cool group which makes amazing music! U should listen! And look at this guy! He is one of the group member " you didnt even advert your gaze from your book as your friend goes on and on about her kpop.

"Hey just look at how handsome he is!" Your friend slaps your shoulders to look at her phone. You frown a little as you finally look at the picture not recognising it at first but..

"Yeah yeah he look sooo good- wait.. Whats his name again?" You face suddenly changes as you take in the picture clearly.

"I know right! I knew u would have a crush on him the moment you look at this! His name is yeonjun-" so you were right this was him. "You should stan txt girl! I have been telling you to stan kpop but all you do is keep your nose stuffed inside that book" her words make you finally place a bookmark and close your book. As you kept it on the table your friend fake gasps teasing as you see a big grin spread across her face.

"You know what? Tell me more about this group.."

—★—

Note: this was actually supposed to be small smut(drabble? I forgot what it is called.) Much shorter than this. Only the first part planned in my head. But the more i write, more ideas i get. So idk if i should turn this into a fic.

(Should i? ) (Asking for your ideas and opinions)

The title is a bit weird yk.... I meant the condom not umm.. Maybe him too >_<!

Let me know if you enjoyed this. Feedbacks really appreciated.!! :D

[misteria247]

It Started with Coffee

Stanley Pines wasn't the type to believe in love. For him love had happened once, and that had ended up with him nearly losing his car to a woman he thought had felt the same. So for a very long time, he carried on. Focusing on what was important to him, rebuilding the portal to get Ford back and taking care of Mabel and Dipper as well as Soos and Wendy. And he was content. Until one day, he wasn't. And it was because of one man in particular who threw a wrench into everything.

Fiddleford H. Mcgucket.

Fiddleford for the longest time, to Stan was nothing more than old man Mcgucket. The town crazy hick who lived with the raccoons and who tried to talk to him on occasion in his half sane ramblings. Then Weirdmageddon happened and suddenly Fiddleford was around more often than not. And with that, came the recovering inventor's attempts to talk to him. At first Stan didn't try to respond back, not wanting to entertain the hillbilly because he was missing his twin. It worked for awhile until one day when the stubborn old coot crossed the line. It was morning and Stanley along with the kids and his brother had decided to go to Greasy's to get breakfast. Along the way they'd run into Fiddleford and Ford of course invited him along as well as the kids. Stanley didn't protest, not wanting to ruin their excitement. It was when they'd been seated and were getting ready to order that it happened.

Ford had begun to list off their orders, and accidentally messed up Stan's. The younger twin was going to leave it be. Not wanting to bother his brother with something so trivial when the skinny bean pole from beside Stanford spoke up.

"Ah wait! Stanferd you messed up Stanley's order, he takes his coffee with 3 sugars. He likes sweet things."

Fiddleford was met with a wide eyed stare from his best friend. Mabel and Dipper were also staring, jaws open in awe. Stanley meanwhile just looked at the genius, dumbfounded.

'How in the hell did he notice that? It's not like I broadcast it to the whole world.'

The con man thought, puzzled and annoyed that he couldn't put said puzzle together. Once the shock wore off, the group of five slowly again resumed conversation. But all the while Stan's gaze continued to flicker towards Fiddleford. Confused and wanting answers. It was when their meals and coffee were finished and Dipper awkwardly and shyly said goodbye to the waitress. (Pacifica he believed her name was). That he finally got the chance to somewhat corner the other man. He walked slower to match Fiddleford's pace, letting the kids and Ford walk further ahead of the two of them. And once far enough Stanley finally looked at him.

"How did you know?"

Stanley's question seemed to catch Fiddleford off guard. Hazel green eyes behind glasses snapping to meet dark brown. Fiddleford opened his mouth to respond before closing it again, looking suddenly sheepish and embarrassed.

"Ah well, I uh developed a habit of sorts. Whenever I have a right old time trying to remember people who are important to me. I'll start watching em and making mental notes about em...."

The country hick rambled, looking nervous and uneasy. Stanley just stared, stunned. Fiddleford had thought he was important enough to remember details about him. And not just details anyone would know, but details miniscule enough to be overlooked.

"Yer implying I'm important enough to remember?"

The con man asked, unable to stop the disbelief. The other man looked at him again, eyes wide with his own disbelief.

"Yes?? I reckon so?? Why wouldn't I?? You're important just as much as everyone else."

Fiddleford said suddenly firm in the statement. Stanley just stared, expression unreadable for a beat before seeming to come to a conclusion.

"Heh, whatever you say Mcgucket. If you're gonna be doing that, then I'm gonna have to start doing it too. Can't have just me being important."

Fiddleford's eyes flashed with something in that moment before a grin came on his face.

"Alrighty then."

Stanley didn't believe in love. Didn't believe in the word nor what people said about it. But......maybe he can learn. Especially if this man was willing to stick around. Perhaps, there was such a thing. If Fiddleford continued to throw that wrench, then maybe Stanley could come around to believing it.

[surftrips]

nervous

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: what happens when jj maybank develops a crush on the class valedictorian?

a/n: i haven’t written for jj in soo long so here’s this opposites attract oneshot for y’all. set before sarah and john b get together, it’s the pogue’s senior year of high school. lmk if you want more of this dynamic!

"You have a crush on Y/N? She's like the complete opposite of you..." Pope was saying to his best friend JJ.

"Dude, I know. But maybe that's why I like her so much." Maybank replied.

"What do you guys even have in common?"

"Uhhh... well. She likes to read and I- I can read. I just choose not to."

"We're off to a great start here," Pope said sarcastically, "What else?"

JJ thought for a second. "Oh! Her favorite color is green! I like green."

"Whose favorite color is green?" Kiara asked as she and John B. joined the rest of the Pogues at the lunch table.

"This girl JJ has a crush on," Pope explained.

"Ooooh, JJ has a crush? Who is it?" John B. nudged JJ's arm.

"I'm not telling you guys. You're gonna make fun of me," JJ refused.

"Oh, come on! Pope knows!" Kiara reasoned.

"Yeah, no keeping secrets from each other," John B. reminded them.

JJ sighed, "Fine. But only if y'all promise not to laugh or anything."

"Yeah, whatever, just tell us," Kie was dying to know.

"It's Y/N," JJ announced.

Silence. Then, all at once...

"Wait a minute..." from Kie.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" from John B.

and "That's what I'm saying!" from Pope.

"Guys, come on. You said you would be chill about it," JJ was starting to regret sharing his secret.

"Sorry, it's just... isn't she... like smart and responsible and stuff?" John B was saying.

"Literally... the opposite of you, JJ. No offense," Kiara added.

"None taken. But yeah, she is all those things, John B. That's why I like her. I think she would be good for me. Plus she's pretty," JJ replied.

"And you think you can pull her?" John B. asked.

"Come on, who can resist my charm?" JJ said, smiling.

—

For the past week, JJ had been working on a plan to get Y/N's attention. Which was hard considering the two ran in different circles and shared no classes.

So it must have been fate when JJ ran into her in the main office the following Monday. He was no stranger to the receptionist sitting at the desk, used to running late or being called into the principal's office for skipping class. It was for this reason that he almost missed the girl he had been dreaming about all week who happened to rush in right after him.

JJ wondered why a perfect straight-A student like her would be here, but the sounds of her trying to catch her breath and her frantic state answered his question. Little miss perfect was late, just like him.

He couldn't help but smile to himself, finally, they had something in common. Something he could work with.

But before he could turn around to spark up a conversation, the receptionist called him forward. "JJ, how many times has it been this month?"

"Uhhh.. I lost track after the fifth time," JJ shrugged.

"You know I'm only asking because I want to see you graduate, the disciplinary committee is not going to be as nice," she said.

"I know, I know miss. I'll be better next month."

"How about starting tomorrow? You're all set."

JJ turned around, trying to come up with an excuse to hang around the office, but he knew that he was already pushing his limits.

On his way out, he grinned at Y/N. “Fancy seeing you here,” and left before she could respond.

-

"Dude, you said what to her?" Pope asked, incredulous. It seemed like every conversation JJ had with his best friend these days elicited disbelief.

"Come on! That line is a classic, works every time."

"Name one time," Pope challenged him.

"Uhh that one time with Stacy, or Sasha, I forget what her name was."

"Yeah, great example."

"What's wrong with that line anyway?"

"It's less what's wrong with the line itself and more the situation in which you said it. You probably embarrassed her," Pope said matter-of-factly, chewing on his apple.

"What? How's that embarrassing? I'm clearly hitting on her."

"Because, she was late and probably already stressed out. Y/N is never late, and you just pointed out the obvious to her."

"Shit. I didn't think about it like that," JJ admitted.

"Think about what like what?" Kiara asked, coming over to their unspoken designated lunch room table with John B. JJ was starting to get deja vu.

"JJ saw Y/N this morning," Pope started to explain. "They were both late and checking in at the main office and on the way out he said, 'Fancy seeing you here.'"

Both Kiara and John B. winced. "Why would you say that man?" the latter asked.

JJ groaned. "I wasn't thinking okay! I didn't mean to embarrass or upset her or anything. You think she's mad at me?"

"I mean, you guys barely know each other. There's a chance she might have forgotten already," Kiara tried to reason.

"Somehow that's even worse," JJ said.

"It's alright, buddy. Better luck next time," JB tried to comfort him.

"If there even is a next time," JJ grumbled.

With his luck, there was a next time. This time JJ was in Y/N's territory.

When his teacher asked for a volunteer to run to Ms. Scheer's classroom, JJ's hand immediately shot up. He didn't care what the errand was, all that mattered was that Y/N would be in that room. He knew as much from watching her intently, but from a safe distance in the hallways.

He seemed to catch her attention the second he walked in. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Once again, he was wishing that the circumstances were more ideal. His usual charm seem to dissipate in the presence of teachers.

After handing Ms. Scheer the construction paper she needed, JJ turned to look at Y/N, settling for a wave this time.

To his relief, she softly smiled back at him. He rushed out of the classroom and quickly pulled out his phone to text the groupchat.

JJ himself could not believe it, that someone as beautiful, smart, and amazing as Y/N noticed him. That line has yet to fail me, he thought to himself.

Since it was the end of senior year, there was word of quite a few parties happening that weekend. However, JJ only cared about one. And that was whatever one Y/N decided to grace her presence with.

In order to find out this information, JJ employed Kie to ask around in her circle of kook friends if anyone happened to know where his recent infatuation would be.

It just so happened that John B. was also crushing on a certain kook during this time as well, Sarah Cameron. The two boys hoped that their respective crushes would be at the same place Friday night and waited anxiously by their phones the entire day for a text from Kie.

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Still, JJ found himself looking in the mirror for longer than usual getting ready for Sarah's party. Even just the chance of seeing Y/N there was enough for him to go. Plus, John B needed a wing man because he knew Pope and Kie would just spend the whole time there together.

After taking one last look at his outfit: gray muscle tee, shorts, and his signature baseball cap, he headed out the front door and into Kiara's Jeep.

As they pulled up to the Tanny Hill mansion, JJ started to get a little nervous. Or excited. He wasn't sure which, the nerves and butterflies inside his stomach seemed to be dancing the tango.

Of course he had been to kook parties before, the kooks vs pogues thing had mostly died down by the time they got to high school, but he couldn't help but feel out of place amongst the drunk rich kids of Kildare.

"Are you coming or not?" Kiara asked, already out of her car.

She quickly rushed to meet up with Sarah and some other girls, Pope tagging along as JJ and John B. looked around in search of some liquid courage.

Kie had agreed to put in a good word for John B. after he practically begged her, so all he had to do was sit back and wait. However, JJ would have to be on edge for the next few hours, unsure if Y/N was going to show up or not.

"Dude, you should still have fun, regardless if she shows or not. It's our senior year!" Pope said to him later in the night, seeming more buzzed than usual. That's when JJ realized how sober he was, he was so anxious about Y/N's presence or lack of, that he was only on his second bottle of beer.

He pulled out his phone to check the time, not expecting to see 5 texts from Kiara.

Realizing that the last text was from one minute ago, he left the group of boys he was standing with and ran inside the mansion, making a beeline toward the kitchen.

He slowed down once he was close enough to hear Y/N's voice talking to Kie.

It's now or never, he thought. Entering the kitchen, his eyes immediately caught Y/N's and he swore he saw them light up. Noticing Y/N’s change in expression, Kiara turned around.

"Ah! Just the guy I was looking for!" she said.

"Uh, hey. What's up?" JJ said, trying his best to seem nonchalant.

"Y/N, this is JJ, the guy I was just telling you about."

"Oh, hey! I think I've seen you around," Y/N said, smiling at JJ. His heart melted. Was this real life?

"Kiara, Y/N and I go way back. Remember we were both late that one day?" JJ hoped that he wasn't bringing up a sensitive topic, Pope's words echoing in his mind.

"Oh my god, yeah! That was you!" Y/N responded.

He let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah, I hope I didn't catch you off guard or anything."

"Oh, no worries, it wasn't the first time I've been late."

"Good, I don't know why I thought I made you upset or something," JJ said, scratching his head.

"Why would you think that?"

"My friends, Pope and John B. They said that what I said was stupid and I could've embarrassed you."

"You told your friends about our 30-second interaction?" JJ could see her lips pulling into a smirk and his heart started to race. It was at this point that Kiara slowly began to back up, giving him a thumbs up and a grin when she was out of Y/N's eyesight.

"Well, I only tell them about the pretty girls."

"And how many have you told them about lately?" JJ knew what game she was playing and gladly played along.

"Just the one," he grinned.

"Good, I told my friends about you too," she admitted.

"Y-you did?"

"Yeah, I mean I didn't think much of the day in the office honestly, but after you came into Ms. Scheer's and waved at me, I felt like there was something more going on."

"Well, you would be right."

"I usually am," she said, shrugging.

"What else did you tell your friends?"

"Hmmmm..." she pretended to think, tapping your index finger to her chin. "I told them that there was this super cute guy stalking me and asking around about what party I was going to."

The boy could feel his face growing hot, unsure if it was from her calling him cute or the fact that she knew he was asking about her.

"Aww, no reason to be embarrassed. Guys ask about me all the time," she said.

JJ balked, unsure how to respond to Y/N's candor. She was entirely different from how he imagined her, even better somehow.

"I'm kidding," she laughed. "The truth is most guys are too intimidated by me to even try anymore."

"What? Really?" Sure, Y/N could be perceived as intimidating because of all her accomplishments and positions, but for JJ, that just made her more attractive. He wasn't sure how any single guy on the island could refrain from being pulled in by Y/N's magnetic pull.

"Yeah," she took another sip out of her red solo cup. "But it's whatever, half of the guys on this island are assholes."

"Cheers to that?" he lifted up his half-drunken beer to her cup.

"Haha, cheers to that Maybank," she smiled, downing the rest of her drink. "Wanna get out of here?"

"I was wondering when you were going to say that," he grinned, following her to the backyard.

She led him past the pool where people were throwing each other in, careful to avoid getting splashed, to the edge of the premises where a rock wall surrounded the lawn.

Y/N easily climbed up, taking a seat at the top, JJ following suit.

"I've never been up here before," he said.

"It's kinda like my hiding spot, consider yourself lucky I’m showing it to you."

"Oh, trust me, I do."

"Stop," she gently pushed JJ away. "You cannot possibly like me that much." Though she said it in a joking manner, he could tell that a part of her meant it.

"Oh yeah? Try me," JJ said, desperate to prove himself.

"Okay, name 5 things you like about me. Non-physical things."

"Easy. You're smart. You're ambitious. I like it when you get competitive like at Pep Rally and football games, and I like your sense of humor. Also, your smile."

"Hey! I said non-physical things."

"Yeah, but you don't just smile for anyone. That's what I like about you. Every time you smile, it feels special. Like you meant it for that one person only."

Y/N was blushing now, "You're kidding me."

"Nope, I'm being 100% serious right now. Look, Y/N, in case you haven't noticed, I really, really like you, and even though I just named five things about you, I want to get to know you more." JJ reached out to grab Y/N's hands.

"JJ, you're shaking."

"Shit. Sorry, I just get a little bit nervous around you. I'm usually not like this." Y/N had him acting like he had never done this before, and though he had been with plenty of girls, he had never felt this strongly about them before.

"It's okay," she smiled. JJ thought he would never get sick of seeing that. "I like you too."

"Really?"

"No, I just smile at everyone like this," she laughed.

"So what do you say? You and me on a proper date?"

"Hmmm, where would you take me?"

"Anywhere you want, as long as it's not on school grounds or a fundraiser."

"JJ!" she playfully swatted at him, unable to control her grinning from ear to ear. In the process, JJ was finally able to grasp on her hand and pulled her closer to him.

"Still need verbal confirmation, pretty girl. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal," she whispered, close enough to JJ that only he could hear.

[fiakive]

will showing up to his son’s hockey game all nonchalant and confident bc ice rinks are his place, all calm cool and collected and no doubt his wife loves him. all the parents whispering about “he’s an nhl player” and any of the parents you normally talked to would be like “i had no idea” and the one mom who you’re bestie’s with is not shocked at all bc she knew and is like “oh hey mrs. smith’s husband”

and will’s sons would be soo protective of their mom bc that’s their mom!!! take it very seriously when will leaves for a roadie and tells them to keep their mom safe for him.

and will would be beaming with pride when he sees how proud of him his kids are and how much they want to share with him. and how they brag about him to their friends. and the smith household becomes the hangout house for sure. the cool parents even though they’re strict on rules but are somehow also fun.

just imagine how proud will is when he hears the parents in the stands whispering things like, ‘those kids play so clean such natural talent,’ and he’s just there all casual with his arms crossed, watching #2 and #43 smith skate circles around the other team. same last name, different jersey, different numbers, but identical focus and fire, and it makes will’s chest swell every single time. and after the game, the boys sprint off the ice, still half in their gear, just to bombard their dad like, ‘did you see that move?? i did the one you showed me!’ and the other’s like, ‘dad i scored just like you used to at bc!’ and will is just soaking it all in, giving high fives and ruffling hair like the proudest dad in the world.

their house becomes the hangout spot, no question. all their friends wanna be over there because mr. smith, yes, that will smith is chill but cool, throws the best game nights, and still makes them finish their homework before they touch the xbox. and one of their little girl friends once turns to you mid-hangout and goes, ‘mrs. smith… i think i have a crush on y/s/n,’ and you’re trying so hard not to laugh while gently responding like a good mom. meanwhile will is across the room like, ‘ohhh boy. heartbreak loading. just like his dad,’ and you’re like, ‘yep. dramatic tendencies inherited and thriving.’

and then there’s the phase where both boys decide they want to ‘eat like real athletes’ and you just hear them asking about meal plans and macros, and will’s like, ‘hell no, that’s not gonna happen, my babies are not about to start eating boiled chicken and broccoli at ten years old.’ he’s giving them fun training advice and fun stick tricks, sneaking chocolate milk into their post-practice routine and teaching them balance because he knows they’ve got time, and childhood should still be fun.

the whole smith household is just good vibes, good food, and so much love on and off the ice.

[gojocp]

cute "dates"

wc: 1.3k featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro

a/n: hi!! sorry for being away for so long, school is acc so annoying. i just had a test and i think i did so bad. but whatever, it's over with. anyways, lmk how this is!

GOJO SATORU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Satoru, where are we going?" you ask, holding your hand in his, reassured by his warmth.

"Uh, yeah about that... I don't know where we are.." he responds, giving a sheepish smile in return to your deadpan stare.

You should've known it was a bad idea to sneak out of the dorms with your man-child boyfriend. Having been so busy with your school work and going on missions, he thought it would be good for the two of you to go out past curfew. Alone. In the middle of the night. And you should've never let him persuade you into this.

"...are you serious...?" you stare at him, puzzled. How could he not know where you were? It was his idea. "So, did you just keep walking?"

"Yeah, pretty much.." he confesses, a bashful look on his face. "But, it's fine! That just means more time together!"

"Satoru, babe. It's almost 2 in the morning. We both have class in the morning." You try reasoning with him, wanting to at least get some sleep. But that plan goes out the window as he keeps walking, hands still intertwined with yours. "Why did I let you talk me into this..?"

"Uh- because you love me? Duh!!" you remain silent.

"Babe?" No response.

"Sweetie?" Silence.

"You do love me, right?" Nothing.

"Baby?" Silence again.

"Pooks?" You don't falter.

"Okay fine! I don't even like you! Whatever!" No response.

"I don't care!" Still nothing.

After you don't respond for the nth time, he starts again.

"Baby, I didn't mean it! I love you! I'm sorry for getting us lost. You can hit me as many times as you want. Please, say something!!" he half-begs half-whines, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses.

"...You knew I left my phone at the dorms, right? Why didn't you just use your own?" you question, finally looking up at him. He freezes,

"Uh...Because... uhm.." he trails off, unable to think of a response. "It's because I forgot! Yeah, that's why!" He says, trying to convince you. Your deadpan expression remains the same.

"Okay, okay! It's because.." he pauses, "It's because... I wanted to spend more time with you..." He winces, already scared of your response before you can say it.

"Then you should've just said that. I want to spend more time with you too. We've both just been busy." You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. He pauses- momentarily, before kissing back. His hands are all over you, moving from your waist to your back, to your hair, and back to your waist.

You have to pull away from him completely because if you only move your face away, his lips chase yours for another before you get the chance to breathe.

"Can we head back now? You can sleep over with me," you suggest, holding his hand in yours again.

"Yeah."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

GETO SUGURU: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Theme parks are fun... Until your friends ditch you. That's exactly what happened. Atleast you're with your boyfriend!

You were given a week for a break from school, and your self-proclaimed "genius" friends decided to take a trip to an amusement park nearby. Claiming how it's gonna be "soo fun" and "the best day of our lives", (spoiler alert: it wasn't).

So there you were, waiting in line for the Ferris wheel that Shoko had suggested you all go on, it was late and you could see the moon from the top.

"It's not like we have classes tomorrow, I mean- Yaga can only kill us once, right?" Gojo says, explaining his reasoning for going on the Ferris wheel at 10 pm.

"Uh-huh, sure." Suguru agrees, half-heartedly.

"Ugh, whatever! Shoko back me up on this!"

"Nah."

"Excuse me?! How could you? Some friends you guys are."

"Alright, how many?" the employee asks towards your group. Gojo looks between you and Geto, holding hands. He shares a look with Shoko, before saying,

"Yeah... actually, I don't know what was in those churros but my stomach is about to explode, right now!"

"Huh?-"

"Shoko, come with me!" Gojo takes Shoko by the arm and drags her away, leaving the line and essentially ditching you and your boyfriend.

"Wh-"

"How many people?!" the employee asks again, harshly. Clearly, he doesn't get paid enough for this.

"Just two." your boyfriend replies, holding your hand tighter as the employee leads you both to your passenger car.

The ride is peaceful and quiet, as you watch the people below you and Suguru watches you. It's when the car reaches the top, that you can really see the moon illuminating the city.

"Wow..." you start, at a loss for words, "The moon looks beautiful tonight..." you smile softly, as you gaze at the moon, taking in the view. You pull out your phone to snap a photo to keep for memories.

"It does." Suguru agrees, crossing his arms. However, he isn't talking about the moon. As the only thing he's admiring is you. And your smile, the way your eyes crinkle near the corners, your lips curl up and suit your face perfectly. He can't get enough. That's why he hopes he can admire this view forever. But, like everything, all good things must come to an end. As the car reaches the bottom, you're freed from the belts.

"Where do you think they are?" you ask, holding Suguru's hand again as the crowd gets bigger.

"I'm not sure, let me text them." But as he pulls out his phone, he gets a text from the very person he's talking about.

Satoru: did you have fun??? i know im the best wingman ever no need to thank me!!

Suguru: wru?

Satoru: bruh, why is that the first thing you ask me? aren't you gonna say i'm such a good wingman??

Suguru: you're a good wingman wru

Satoru: by the front you're welcome by the way!!

The white-haired male gets left on seen as your boyfriend leads you to the exit. "They're by the front, let's go."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Can ya do this?" you ask your boyfriend, shooting basketballs into the hoop at the arcade. "I know you can't." you tease.

"I can, actually." he enters a token and begins tossing the basketball into the net, getting every single one of them in.

"Yeah, well you can't do it as good as me!" you respond, baffled. Where did he learn to play basketball?

"Okay.." he lets out a breathy laugh.

You had just recently been given a week's break from school, and you decided to go on a date with your boyfriend. You had promised to buy him anything he wanted from the place, a thank-you gift for staying up late all those nights helping you study.

"There's no need, I wanted to do it," he responds softly, denying your request for the nth time.

"What if I beat you in a game? Then will you let me?" you ask, still wanting to thank him.

"Sure." he agrees, not wanting to deal with anymore questions.

So here you were, challenging your boyfriend at whatever game you saw (and losing miserably).

"(Y/N), it's really fine. I don't need anything," he repeats himself like a broken record, trying to convince you to stop wasting your energy and head back to the dorms.

"...are you sure?" you ask, feeling guilty that you couldn't get him a gift.

"Yes, I'm sure. Being with you is more than enough. Now let's head back," he replies, guiding you out of the arcade, not missing how you stare at a cat plushie.

When you get out the door, he quickly says, "I left my bag. Wait right here," and storms back into the arcade.

After waiting for a few minutes, he returns. "I'm back, let's go."

You arrive at your dorm and freshen up in the bathroom, when you get back to your bed, you see the same cat plushie you stared at lying with a note attached to it.

'I had fun. You don't need to get me a gift, because being with you is everything I could ever ask for and more. This is for you, sweet dreams.' - Megumi

[kittynugg]

you're not gonna believe this. that fic i wrote yesterday has context that i havent fully written yet.

1 . . . next ->

words: 1,430

ps: kindly reblog this if you like it so more people see it!

summary: A traveling fair is in town! Ford takes the kids, la dee da, they have fun. But when he's down for the count with a sprained ankle the next day, who's there to take them again? Soos, of course! Promises are kept, plans aren't broken. But what doesn't go according to plan is Soos coming home with something that might cause.. a little dilemma. Little. Hint hint.

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Ford let out what had to be his fiftieth sigh that hour, glaring at the brace or strap or whatever he felt like calling it at that moment on his ankle.

He was bedridden. Or, well, couch-ridden, as he still hadn’t figured out the whole bedroom situation, but that wasn’t important. What was important was the injury that would surely worry everyone once they got home. A sprained ankle that he couldn’t quite walk on.

Ah, he remembered it like it was this morning (because it was). The excitement to visit that traveling fair in town with the kids, the tumble taken down the stairs, being helped to the couch by Soos of all people.. Credit where credit was due– he did offer to take them in his stead and saved him from seeing Dipper and Mabel disappointed about not being able to go. And they’d been gone for a few hours now.

So.. that’s where we are right now. There was your recap.

He sighed again. He wished he was at the fair right now, not cooped up in his living room alone and stuck watching infomercials for.. Door– Door Wax? That was what the TV was A) screaming at him and B) displaying in neon text that hurt his eyes. 

Any sane person would just grab the remote and shut off the TV, right? Wrong. The remote was on the TV stand, all the way across the room, and he’d learned the hard way that these fancy modern televisions only had voice commands sometimes. Did not respond to Siri, Cortana, Alexa, or even “please just shut the Hell up”.

Soos had him set up with everything– snacks, drinks (including beer), the strongest pain medication they had on hand which was Tylenol and useless, but not the TV remote. And he couldn’t even drink the beer because of the Tylenol because he valued his liver!

Woeful was a man with undrinkable beer! ..maybe that was dramatic. No, poetic. Oh, stars, was he going insane?

The front door opened before he could decide on that. Mabel scurried inside first, a cone of cotton candy in her hand, then ran up to him. “Grunkle Ford!” She greeted in a chirp. “Soos said you got hurt so I saved you some emotional support cotton candy!”

Without giving him a chance to process her sugar-fueled declaration she shoved the cone into his hand. “I took a few bites out of it.” ..That she did, he noticed, looking over the somewhat-uneven shape. He chose not to think about the germs and instead picked off a small chunk of it.

“Thank you, Applepie, that’s very sweet,” he murmured before popping it into his mouth. “And so is the flavored sugar!” A chuckle escaped him, but he sobered as he noticed Dipper eyeing his injured foot.

He flinched as the back of a pen carefully prodded at the bottom of his foot. “How bad is it? Can you walk?” Questioned his nephew, an eyebrow raised. “And since when did you have six toes?”

“I’m going to let you answer that,” Ford deadpanned in response.

After a moment’s pause Dipper slapped a palm to his forehead. “Right. Duh. Man..” he lamented under his breath. “But, like, are you okay?” 

Eh.. besides the lingering pain in his ankle, the thought that he was rendered unable to walk by a staircase and the fact that he was still hearing about that stupid infomercial? By no means! He was Stanford Filbrick Pines, of course he wasn’t okay. No Pines family member was okay. 

“Of course I’m okay! When have I not been okay?” He smiled confidently, then winced at Dipper’s blank expression.

After a pause, the boy muttered, “kind of a lot.”

“..Okay, fine, but in this particular moment I am.”

“I mean–”

Soos interrupted Dipper, ushering him and Mabel toward the stairs. “Dudes, let’s give him some space.” He urged to Ford’s relief. Don’t get him wrong, he adored those rays of sunshine, but now was not the time. It took a lot to resist the urge to comment when he heard Soos muttering something about him being cranky and needing a nap, eliciting a giggle from Mabel as they climbed the stairs.

And he was alone again.

Emotional support cotton candy, help this pathetic man.

Before he could spiral into his third bout of melodrama that day Soos walked back down the stairs. “Handled them for you, dawg,” he reassured as he moved to join him near the couch. “But, uh.. Listen, dude, I had something I wanted to show you, dawg, kinda wanted to see if you could see if it was the real deal.”

Could he go one sentence without saying some.. Teenager slang nickname word!? Humor him, Stanford, he’s not a bad person. And besides– he was trapped on the couch anyway. It was either this or be forced to watch those “animes” with the irrational hair and incorrect lip syncing. “What’s that?” He inquired, shifting to make himself comfortable.

“I got this at the fair from some old witchy dude,” he began as he took a vial of clear liquid from his pocket. “She said it came from the fountain of youth and maybe you and Mister Pines could use it.” Ford must have scowled at that, because Soos rose his hands in a placating gesture and chortled. “No offense, dude!”

Well, some taken! Ford had aged like a fine wine, thank you very much! Stan was more like.. Milk in that sense. Maybe he was right about Stanley but– did he just say “Fountain of Youth”? As Soos might say, “fat chance”! The fountain of youth was.. Probably deep within some inaccessible cave somewhere! (Sue him, it’d been a while since he found it.) And even if it wasn’t, a carnie wouldn’t go around selling its water for an affordable price.

It was his turn to laugh, then, and he facepalmed. “You’re joking, aren’t you?” He reached out and took the vial between two fingers to examine it. “That’s funny.” The liquid looked like tap water. Sure, any water looked like tap water because tap water was.. Water, but this was suspiciously mundane. The only interesting thing about it was the fancy glass vial.

“..Uh, actually dude.. I was thinking you could, you know..” Soos tapped his fingers together anxiously, a habit he’d no doubt picked up from Stan. How he looked up to him astounded Ford. (And.. how he himself always had.) “..take it to the lab? Run some tests with your fancy science-y doohickeys?”

Doohickeys!? His equipment was state of the art thirty years ago! He invented new equipment! And he was calling them doohickeys!?

He let out an irritated huff, then uncorked the vial. “Look, I don’t need ‘doohickeys’ to test this for you,” muttered Ford, then he brought the lip of the vial to his mouth and downed it with the confidence of a seasoned alcoholic to Soos’ horror.

“Dude, NO!!!” He called out desperately, reaching out to stop Ford, but it was too late. By the time he had the chance to take the vial from him, but a drop remained in the bottom. They watched each other for a moment, not a breath breaking the silence between them, and to both of their horror, something incredible happened..

Nothing. Literally nothing.

It was water.

“..Um.. I suppose it tasted a little sweeter than your average tap water?” Ford muttered, scratching the back of his head and awkwardly glancing away. “You, er.. That ‘witch’ scammed you.” He did air quotes with the word “witch”. 

Soos was too busy stammering incoherently in terror and pointing at the empty vial to respond.

“Soos,” muttered Ford in a bid to get his attention. Honestly, he was almost a little disappointed. He aged well but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stand to be a few years younger! Oh, well, he figured he’d help Soos before he falls into some sort of crisis. “I can assure you that nothing is going to happen. You bought it from a carnie– I- I mean did you actually expect anything to come of it? You were hoodwinked, that’s all.”

..Maybe he wasn’t the best at comforting people, he’d admit, but Soos was blowing this out of proportion! 

“Oh, dude..” he muttered, biting at his nails and casting a glance around, then he turned and sprinted out of the room. “I gotta tell Mister Pines!”

Listening to Soos’ footsteps down the hall, Ford decided that now he was alone. 

And the remote was still out of his reach.

[frozenjokes]

i continued being unable to sleep so i continued shoving as much of your writing into my brain as possible, by which i mean i just read alllll of the mumbomaid au pretty much at once and am being Normal about it

i love them all, i love all of them so much, i'm very invested in their shenanigans, i love how almost nobody understands gender and they all misunderstand it differently

i am ALSO aro in the "no i don't have feelings for anybody, yes i would date basically any of my friends" way and everything surrounding scar's aromanticism is so well done, i kept being soo exasperated with grian and the like. the incredibly allo misunderstanding of aromanticism, and not listening when scar and cleo try to tell him he doesn't get it, i have friends i've had almost those exact conversations with (but slightly less messy because of varyious factors including but not limited to Not Being Desert Duo, Thank Fuck) just ajfhdjdhjshdjfsk

also also i love textbook monsterfucker scar and i'm convinced bdubs thinks etho grew up in a cult or some shit (i'm throwing words at this ask box like spaghetti)

anyway uh. i'm probably gonna keep wanting to say words about your fics as i keep reading them and the ao3 comment section scares me so. i will probably be back, feel free to tell me to buzz off if this is not a preferred communication method

-guy that said mapleshade=p!scar (maplescar? scarpleshade? there's gotta be something here, did i mention the sleep deprivation sorry if this is all insane rambling lmao)

maplescar is a really cool tortie kitty name I like that a lot. maplescar would go crazy. ALSO PLEASE KEEP SAYING WORDS!!!!! say words FORWVER!!!! spam my ao3 comments and I will respond to them 9/10 ten times!!!!!!! I love talking I love when people talk to me THANK YOU!!!!!! you could send me an ask every single time you finish a chapter and I would kiss you on the lips each time but my followers might be killing you with hammers so. Pick your poison.

yeah my favorite part of mumbomaid is that no one knows what a gender is and they misunderstand in all different ways you put it 100% perfectly. I also find Grian to be frustrating but he’s also a vessel to explore More Feelings and in his defense a little outside of complicated aro/allo interactions scar is a bit of an asshole. They are both assholes. Two guys they Will have their cake and they Will eat it too and they are exploding because of it. I too thank god every day I am not desert duo I! hate them. Generally though I do not feel bitter about allo misunderstandings of aromanticism because I spent 21 years of my life also not understanding. Which. Is the fault of a normative society. However. It is deeply difficult to understand the internal experience of someone who functions differently than you on a chemical level. This is a bit of a tangent but my mom and I’s ability to communicate has been drastically improved by the acceptance that I am autistic. She sees me and we reflect on my life together and it makes Sense that the way I experience the world is Different so whenever we talk about something my mom doesn’t understand in relation to me her mind is so open because she knows my perception of the world is not the same as hers. neurodivergence isn’t entirely related to queerness but it has genuinely opened up so many doors for our communication. she goes aromantic? oh yeah that makes sense. I think she catalogs it with the autism which is correct because to me autism and Every Other Way I Experience The World is related. This is say I have a very amusing experience with one of my trans friends where he was like: …so you’ve never questioned your gender,,, like…. Ever..? and I said nope. and he like couldn’t believe me. He did obviously but it’s the idea that our experiences are so integral to the people we are that it’s extremely difficult to imagine it any other way. can you tell I’m a psych major yet. what was I talking about.

I haven’t thought of exactly what bdubs thinks about etho’s past but it’s probably something like that. Deep down, it doesn’t really matter. Bdubs just wants to protect him. He’s so worried, but he just wants etho to feel safe.

lightly suggestive under the cut bc I talk about the monster fucking a little bit and I don’t know your age/if my elaboration is unwarranted I’m just talking. I’m here for a silly time not a sexy one.

monsterfucker scar is dear to me. extremely important. Grian will never be able to do to him the, frankly, deranged things he fantasizes about. they can try but the mood is going to be ruined when scar is like :( your tentacle dick isn’t real. and Grian is going to sigh with his dumbfuck strap and the blue curtains and lights they hung up to make it look like they were underwater. Their entire experience in the bedroom is going to be a series of extremely comedic extremely unfortunate events to make up for the fact that scar is never getting any fish pussy 😔 scar will be put off the mood because Grian just isn’t Convicning enough like COME ON if I don’t believe I’m going to die THEN what’s THE POINT??????? their home life is just increasingly deranged. grian has accepted that he will never be able to compete with the horrors of the ocean and you may think that’s a ‘but he’s still a little jealous though..’ but he’s not. He’s accepted it. Full acceptance. The kind of worn down you get from fishing for a mending book for weeks on end but without the agony and more just. Amused. goodtimeswithscar is going to die young and by drowning but you’d better believe he’ll do it in ecstasy.

[queenpalms]

Are you single?

ok so idk why this question is prompting this release below, but, it is…and depending on who’s asking this question I think either way I’m gonna lean into it lol

TLDR; FULL AFFAIR BETRAYAL MULTI-LEVEL BREAKUP TO HAPPY LOVE STORY ENDING

soo last year I went through a long drawn out and horrendous breakup w my bf of five years , it was like a fucking movie full of lies , relapses, and a full on affair with one of my best friends of ten years who also has mania that she self induces with abusing adderall and drugs. and then once I found out abt their affair she obsessively fixated on me, and persued to literally ‘single white female’ stalk me in ways that are so fcking weird and disturbing like - gossip girl style slandering me in a LENGTHY article that she published on this weird online blog where she lists everything she’s doing to me as if I’m doing it to her lmao; claims I stole her aesthetic when she has built her whole identity on mine since she approached me one night at a party asking “are you lushsuburb?”; shows up uninvited at the events I throw to try and sabotage I guess no idea; recently enrolled as a student at the college I work for and called HR and my director multiple times to say she was threatened by me and couldn’t attend class lmao, called the historical society I volunteer for and talked to the President (who loves me n he was like … who tf is this bitch) to say that she’s worried about me / I’m suicidal; messages our mutual friends to falsely claim I’m suicidal as well; called multiple fake welfare checks on my house sending cops to my front door banging which is so fcked up let alone triggering in so many ways due to my abusive childhood; constantly goes to every single one of my fav bars in Miami just to territorially piss and talk shit abt me to whoever will listen; posts stories to Instagram with music that my ex wld show me too/ we shared together; etc etc

oh yea and they also secretly lived together for months while I didn’t know where the fuck he was lmao she literally harbored him in her her moms house in KENDALL😭 and I was close to her mom too since I had helped her thru so many manic episodes before I was 10000% ride or die for her , felt protective over her etc. annnnd I didn’t know where my ex was because after he signed a ONE YEAR LEASE w me he ghosted me the next day after a fight, and didn’t respond to me for WEEKS while I desperately blue wall texted him every day to no response . I had never been absolutely abandoned like that before, and it was extremely hard esp after laying my head down next to him every night for YEARS. We were even freaking engaged !!!! (I didn’t wear / have the rings tho cuz we had been rocky for a while, which i was cutely reminded of when his MOM asked for the rings back on Facebook messenger after I was messaging her asking where her son was lol how gaudy)

Anyway so I had to move by myself and I unfortunately let it get to the point of two days before I had to leave nothing was packed cuz I had just been laying there depressed (he also left ALL of his shit pretty much abandoned me w everything, and our 3 cats) and people I barely knew threw my shit into boxes. I had to have an estate sale and I posted it to Instagram to sell most my shit bc I cldnt afford to move by myself . Which btw the ex bff stalker girl came to 😭and I kicked her out so fcking fast even BEFORE I knew my ex was sleeping and living with her lmao cuz I intuitively ALREADY KNEW WHAT WAS UP. I even found out later she also tried to set it up so I wld run into them together at my FRIENDS FUNERAL which she only went to for clout she doesn’t even know him, and i cldnt go because i was at home crying depressed and confused with my life crumbling around me. anyway . My new place is still a mess and just it’s all fcked still but it’s getting better . If u know me you know that I love my environment to be pristine and I have a collection of decor etc and all of this has severely affected my mental health. I didn’t expect to be paying double the rent either. Pretty much the worst breakup I’ve ever had since 2018 Jordan (hey Jordan FUCK YOU TOO!!!)

So in conclusion I just thought that whoever is asking this question may have an agenda or is curious cuz of my vague depressive posts over the last six months and I’m tired of protecting people (which i still am tbh) cuz what happened to me was severely FUCKED UP n trust me that’s not even most of it , I mean to have. This zombie shit play out before my very eyes is actually unreal

but whatevr the motive of this anon is … im gonna smack this question with pure honesty and transparency which is true to myself in every way. N ima let the people know b/c thats what i do and tbh i know its entertaining . which is fine. Im happy to be of service bc my life has never been normal lol

oh yea and I met my ex on tumblr too 🙄

With all that said , I am NOT SINGLE !!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 n I am very happy with someone now who is communicative and mature n creative🙏🏼 we have wonderful chemistry n I’m happy to share I’m rebuilding now :))) n ima be rich soon amen

[sharp-silver4795]

HAPPY LATE FRIDAY 13TH!!

Soo, do you have any hcs for Liu in juvie? Or about his experience there?

I love your headcanons!! :D

Liu in Jail!

Omfg you absolute sweetheart!!! Ofc i will give you Liu tea!! I love him sm istg-

Story Portion (always need this part!!)

CW!! ⚠️ R4pe, murd3r, d34th penalty, su1c!d3

So, he was 16 at the time of his arrest, and assault is one of those cases in Florida where it’s considered an adult crime for 16+ ppl, so he went to adult jail~

While he was there he met a man named Jessie.

Jessie refused to tell Liu anything about why he’s in Jail, but he (for some reason) wanted to look out for him.

The only reason Liu wasn’t ripped to shreds was because of Jessie.

Jessie didn’t have to pry to get Liu to spill his guts.

Every horrible thing that happened to him spilled onto this man’s lap. Jessie didn’t respond, didn’t ask questions, merely hugged him.

“It’s alright, kid. Let it out.” He said, as Liu bawled into his arms.

Jessie was the dad Liu needed and gave him the comfort and love that Peter failed to give.

You know it’s sad when your stepson takes more comfort in a convict than you.

Liu never knew why Jessie was put in jail, I might tell, depends on what you want 😉 but he told Jessie why he was there: Charged for assault when trying to avoid being raped…

Jessie gave him much needed advice and tried to help Liu get out early by calling out the bullshit reason he got arrested.

Once released, Liu started writing letters to Jessie. He told him every fucked up thing that happened until the day he hung himself.

The first person to receive a letter that Liu was dead was Jessie.

Later on, when Liu’s second death came, Jessie brings a big box of Liu’s letters that he sent to Jessie after being released.

If Liu was gonna die for his crimes, although justified, he wanted Liu to get the last bit of closure.

Jessie would be later given the rest of his life in prison when he attempts to kill Keith himself and kills everyone who ignored Liu’s pleas for help.

Angy EJ go brrr

CW!! ⚠️ mentions/references to NSFW shit but not much

It is a very long story to explain how EJ knew Liu before the Mansion!

But! When his mans goes missing without explanation, he’s gonna try and track him down!!!

Sadly, EJ never finds him until he gets out of jail-

Very heated interactions ensue to assert dominance and ownership (in a healthy EJ way or as healthy as EJ can be)

Kisses all over, cuddles, and demanding pets

EJ has been pent up and stressed without his man. He needs his Liu.

No smexy shit happens since, at that point, EJ wasn’t physically mature enough to do so. He just needs a few more human years

That’s not the case for Liu tho- soooo 😳

Poor fucking Liu, man

CW!! ⚠️ mental health, psychopathy, lack of justice, r4pe, moral compass turned upside down

Panic attacks. So. Many. Panic attacks.

He’s so upset. He sees it as morals collapsing…

Really reframes his sense of justice and is going to be half the reason that a massacre happens in Oregon and Arkansas.

Being thrown in jail for self defense against a rapist and molester is going to have severe consequences on him that manifests into violence and psychopathic behavior

Jessie Dad

Like I said, nothing is gonna happen to him as long as he’s there.

He stands outside of the showers for him and tries to make sure that he is at least somewhat “comfortable”

However, we’ve all heard that predators don’t do well in prison but the victim will. Especially if the arrest is stupid.

It doesn’t take long for other inmates to get the gist of what’s happening with Liu

Cells suck

Since Liu is in adult jail, he’s gonna be there for the whole experience.

It doesn’t take long for him to spill his guts to his cellmate. Granted his cellmate literally asks for it.

So, when Liu changes and needs to use the bathroom, he makes sure to face the wall.

I assume it would be a common courtesy anyway- but I ain’t never been to jail lmao

Either way, Liu is still traumatized and fucked up

Divider Creds: Sister-Lucifer

also- I am working on the Kagekao ask and the system ask! I’m just kinda slow lmao

[truessences]

Series 2 - Tenth Doctor with Rose

Christmas Special "The Christmas Invasion"

Love that Jackie and Mickey can hear and recognize the TARDIS engines.

Look at the new graphics.

Lmao Jackie asking what else he has two of 😂

Friend: I miss when the companions friends and family had personalities.

Me: Yeah because I've enjoyed Jackie and Mickey even if they've annoyed me. Sorry, I couldn't care less about the Sundays.

This show reminds me so much of Supernatural sometimes.

This spinning tree is sending me.

Jackie is so funny lol. Her rattling off all the stuff he may need. Good line deliveries.

The Doctor choking on his extra energy is me choking on my phlegm (I was allergy sick while watching)

He pissing me off lol. I know he's in pain but spit it out! - When he was trying to tell them what's going on but he kept writhing and flinging himself everywhere.

Is he bed ridden because he kissed the TARDIS energy out of Rose? Like Ncuti wasn't bedridden and I've seen a lot of the other regenerations and they seemed to just go.

Omg it's Stu Wolff lol

This whimsical ass music and these people are probably about to throw themselves off the roof.

Now how did them people get on top of the Roman coliseum.

Friend responding to my regeneration question: That was a Ncuti special, remember he bi-generated.

Me: Oh yeah. 🙄

Damn these aliens love killing people by showing their skeletons.

Ohhh, is this why people joke about there being like multiples of DT's Doctor, because he got his hand cut off?

Friend: Can neither confirm nor deny.

Me: Oh shit, Harriet decided to blow up that ship.

I get it Mickey, but move on. "You're never gonna stay are ya?" No, you knew that after the second time. It's not like the 4th time lol.

Friend: He should've known that after she explicitly sad there is nothing for her there. (I emphasized lol)

Episode 1 "New Earth"

Omgg it's the cat ladies

I bet the girlies were going crazy seeing the quick shot of Rose kissing 10 in that promo.

Cassandra is so gross.

I always enjoy when characters get possessed because then they can be funny lol.

Friend: I think Billie Piper does a great job at Cassandra.

Me: She was really fun. They need to blow up this hospital. Once they get the well people but these diseased people... can they even help them? I'm stressed.

Billie being Cassandra made me think of the times Lana was possessed on Smallville and she was always so fun. Much better than Lana herself.

10 is so yelly. Like calm the fuck down.

Cassandra is funny! "Oh I hate telepathy. Just a head of full of big face!"

Friend: There's a reason why fans are constantly talking about her lol. She's so camp. Villains WISH they were Cassandra. Like unfortunately, Maetro wanted to be this camp and was not.

Me: Ohhh sweet lord, I'm a walking doodle." 😂😂

Maestro was also so yelly and could have been soo much better since Jinx is so so good.

Oh hey, I know this lady (at the Cassandra flashback). Oh! She's in Harry Potter!.

Episode 2 "Tooth and Claw"

I feel like Robert didn't have to die. Like he could have ran in there with them, the door could have held the werewolf for a second.

I know this heifer isn't hiding a wolf bite.

Oh I forgot this place was called Torchwood estate.

Rose's running joke about "being very amused" was whatever.

Friend mentions how she doesn't like this episode because it's boring but also 10 and Rose are acting like children. I agree. I didn't like their dynamic here. Annoying and silly.

Episode 3 "School Reunion"

It's set in a school! Exciting!

That lunch lady just combusted!

This kind of reminds me of the plot in Up, Up and Away with how they're using the computer to put the kids in a trance.

I wish the Doctor replaced me at work and I randomly won the lottery.

Now who is this lady? 10 seems smitten. I'm assuming he knew her in a different version of himself.

Friend: Sarah Jane is my fucking gorl!

Me: Oop, not a Rose and Sarah Jane pissing contest.

Omg, they just ate the remaining teachers.

K9 is a good boy. His batteries are failing. 🥺 Ohhh my god! 😭

Oh K9 is alive!!!

That was fun.

My friend talks about how much she loves this episode and how the actress for Sarah Jane was great. And that while most of us have never met SJ, that we see with DT's acting how much the Doctor loves her. RTD does a great job showing the complexities that come with traveling with the Doctor and what happens when he leaves.

Episode 4 "The Girl in the Fireplace"

I think it would have been fun to see 10 realize he needed glasses.

This lady playing Reinette is from this movie I loooved so hard "Triston + Isolde".

Him bursting through the mirror on horseback is hilarious.

Oh he invited her on the TARDIS.

Damn, him walking away from the fireplace made time go in her time. That's sad. Why would he do that? So stupid of him.

I liked this episode.

Episode 5 "Rise of the Cybermen" & Episode 6 "Age of Steel"

I don't like Mickey's new haircut.

Oh look, it's DT's father in Harry Potter.

This scene immediately came to mind lol. DT was acting crazy. Also my first time seeing him.

Cybermen!

Sometimes him clicking that sonic screwdriver is so funny lol.

Rose was irking my nerves. When she was running off to see her parents and 10 was telling her not to because they're not her parents. And then of course Mickey wanting to run off too because he knew 10 wouldn't chase after him.

I don't like Rose's hair this short. Makes her look old. It's almost like they wanted her to match the fact that 10 is wearing a suit but he doesn't care.

Episode 7 "The Idiot's Lantern"

Damn, that old man let the TV lady take Rose's face.

Episode 8 "The Impossible Planet" & "The Satan Pit"

I feel like the TARDIS should have an autopilot mode to fly herself as close to the Doctor as possible if something like this happens.

Ohhh no, the solider guy got left in the vents. 🥺

I didn't have much to say about "Love & Monsters" or "Fear Her."

Episode 12 "Army of Ghosts" & Episode 13 "Doomsday"

Oh! So Freema was in an episode before being Martha. Like Belinda.

Chile, they about had me. Pete saved Rose in the nick of time. 😰

This is a long two minutes lol. I feel bad for her. You better act Billie!

First time seeing him cry in however many episodes as 9 and 10 just to see 15 cry every episode. I think 9 might have cried once at the end but idk lol.

Not gonna lie, I teared up during the finale of Series 2. I don't ship Rose and 10 but it's a sad moment for two people who clearly love each other. They had good chemistry.