Console Room

little under-appreciated peridot moments that i love
  • “IS THIS YOUR BIZARRE ICON??!??!?!?!!?!?!” (holds up image of a crying waffle)
  • “the fusion experiments are developing properly….a few have even emerged early-EYOOHA
  • That little noise she makes in that moment in Catch and Release where she’s in the bathroom yelling at the Crystal Gems and she’s lying down on top of the towel bar holding a plunger and she almost slips
  • (Steven: I know you use my tooth brush!) “n….no……..well, Yes-”
  • (voice cracking immensely) I h A V EN>T  Cr A C K ED!!!!1
  • when she keeps holding the drill the wrong way in Back To The Barn
  • the one scene that she has in Steven’s Birthday
  • the face she makes in It Could’ve Been Great when Steven says “Just look at that view”
  • That scene in Message Received when Steven locks her in the car and we see her from inside the car and she looks like this
  • That moment in Log Date 7 15 2 where Garnet catches her wearing the alien boxers and she rips them off in the most dramatic way possible
  • W H E N S H E H U G S S T E V E N I N G E M D R I L L
  • That moment in Same Old World where she makes exaggerated sound effects while telling their story about drilling the Cluster
  • Her little hand gestures in Barn Mates
  • The cute little cartoony smile she makes in Barn Mates when Lapis asks her if she’s okay
  • When she puts the tablet on her arm in Too Short To Ride and it looks like she’s dabbing
  • When she keeps saying “ow” very flatly while Steven and Amethyst are trying to stretch her in Too Short To Ride
  • That lil moment in Beta when she’s talkin all casually about the Beta Kindergarten and she just twirls a tuna can in the air using her metal powers while she talks
  • In Gem Harvest when she’s trying to get the Pumpkin Dog to say “clod”
  • In Adventures In Light Distortion where’s talkin about how she can change the settings on the Ruby ship and it’s indirectly confirmed that she changed the settings of the entire ship from The Return so it would be green like her
  • The loud yelling she does when she’s levitating the cars in The New Crystal Gems
  • The fact that she can levitate cars in the first place
  • The way she says “Look at it! It’s great!” in The New Crystal Gems while presenting the new car wash sign to Greg
  • The entirety of her role in The New Crystal Gems
  • Her wet hair in Room For Ruby. I legit screamed when I first saw that
  • In Room For Ruby when she rolls around in the dirt with Steven and Navy???? so pure
  • When she tries to console Lapis in Room For Ruby
  • just…her????? i lov peridot so much

I noticed something about the latest episode that hasn’t really been discussed? Or at least I haven’t seen any discussion about it. Basically the possibility that just for a moment, Rose was able to talk to Steven

Listen, just like how the room Connie acted, room Rose went along with Steven, not acting like the Rose we have seen in past episodes, at least not fully. 

She maintains these half-lidded tired looking eyes as if she is not fully there and continues to behave how Steven has always dreamed she would be

Its somewhat unsettling to see these sorts of expressions in contrast to the wide eyed, expressive, excitable emotions we usually see from Rose in flashbacks. 

But then Steven said “You’re not my mom.”

“I’m not?”

We know from open book that the room basically takes all its orders and interpretations from Steven. The room Connie was going along with Steven just like rose was, until she was told not to do what Steven wanted, something that contrasted what she was supposed to be. And room Rose was told “You’re not my mom.”

So she began to act in an un-motherly way, her image becoming intimidating and a storm rising all around her.

But then, she does something room Connie wasn’t able to do. She doesn’t continue listening to Steven’s ‘order’ that she wasn’t his mom anymore. She goes on to console him.

“Steven, you know that isn’t true. In the tape I left you I told you how much I wanted to have you and let you exist, do you think what I said to you in the tape was a lie?”

Her expression seems much more alert and focused, she’s lost that ‘fake’ sort of feeling she had before. She strays away from what Steven told her, that she wasn’t his mom, something room Connie wasn’t able to do. 

This action makes it seem like just maybe, she was really able to communicate with him for a moment. That she wasn’t just a construct of the room, only able to follow orders and listen to what Steven says. 

She acts like a mother when she was told she wasn’t. You could argue that this is simply Steven knowing what he needs to hear and the room showing it to him but you cannot completely rule this theory out:

What if Rose really was able to console Steven through the room?

Ilvermorny Headcanons pt. 2:

  • every other saturday theres movie night of new illegally/magically downloded movies in the dining hall at 9pm 
  • no house elves in the kitchens, it’s staff and pukwudgie students (that volunteered) 
  • a translator spell was invented for students who didn’t speak english very well or at all, or just preferred to speak in their native langauge, and if any other student made any comment like “you’re in america, speak english”, they would spend the rest of their weekends in detention 
  • the wampus common room has two giant stone knight statues that protect the entrance and open the doors for you, anyone is welcome into the common room, just not the dorm rooms, it’s an incredibly, loud, welcoming, and cozy common room
  • the horned serpent common room is within the library, the password to get in changes every month, and is usually a phrase from literature, it is almost considerbly messy, books scattered everywhere, spilled potions, almost empty potion bottles, cauldrens laying around 
  • the pukwudgie common room is on the same floor as the kitchen, they make up the entire floor, it always smells amazing and is as welcoming as the wampus common room, just not so loud 
  • the thunderbird common room is outside of the castle, in treehouses, the treehouses surround the castle and are all linked together, a very sleepy and very real thunderbird sits in the trees, protecting their rooms from storms or outsiders 
  • football season and march madness is insane 
  • the small town a few miles away from the castle is a very touristy town, full of fake anf for fun witch shops 
  • wampus colors - deep red, orange, gold, and black 
  • horned serpent colors - silver, green, blue
  • pukwudgie colors - orange, red, brown, yellow 
  • thunderbird colors - grey, light blue, dark blue, brown 
  • quill and ink are only used for final reports, that or typed, normally students just use pens and pencils 
  • due to a few thunderbirds and horned serpents in the river that goes around the castle the weather is usually rainy and stormy 
  • if students desire and/or their home life isn’t ideal or safe, they may stay in the castle on holidays and during the summer
  • many students who excell in potions go on to be chemists 
  • lots of hand on magic 
  • the surrounding mountains, forests, and rivers are full of nymphs 
  • some students bring in video game consoles for their common room and dorm rooms 
  • starting at 16 students start to get jobs in the small shops within the castle or down in the tourist town 
  • no indigenous cultures are magic, some actual indigenous people have magical abilties just like the rest of the students, but not their culture 
  • there are no-maj electives such as art, computer programming, web design, film, forgein langauge, american sign langauge, writing, journalism, choir, band, theater, shop class, and almost endless social studies classes

Based off of @letkeithinfodump’s lovely Langst post

Do Not Tag As Sh/@nce or Sh/e!th or any other Sh@/adin ships

Lance could feel himself start to shake as Shiro had announced to them who he chose to lead Voltron in case he couldn’t.

It was Keith.

Lance took a breath and balled up his fist. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to blink away the stinging in his eyes as he stared at the floor.

Why should he even be surprised? It’s not as though he couldn’t see Shiro’s obvious bias towards Pidge and Keith. He knew that it wasn’t their fault or that they meant to be favored but it stung and he was getting increasingly frustrated at this.

Lance bit his lip before taking another deep breath and trying to calm himself down before catching Shiro’s shoulder when he told them to disperse.

“Shiro? Can I talk to you about something?” Lance asked

“Uh, yeah sure, about what?”

Another breath. “I wanted to talk to you about choosing Keith as the back-up leader.”

Shiro quirked a brow, Lance could tell he was going to have a hard time with this.

“Well you see Shiro…Keith…Keith isn’t a good choice for leader,” Lance had to fight to keep eye contact with Shiro, “you see he’s…impulsive and a hot-head. He’s a nice guy but he’s put us all in danger on numerous occasions beause he didn’t follow an order and he voted to leave Allura behind and-!” Lance could feel his confidence rise but Shiro raised a hand to silence him.

“Lance, I understand your concern but I’ve made my decision already.”

Shiro turned around and left Lance there with his anger festering and his pride hurt even more than before.

He ignored him.


Lance bit into his lip so hard it felt like it might draw blood. He felt the familiar sting at the back of his eyes and the heat on his neck. He blinked his vision in and out of focus as he felt his body shake with anger.

Lance was the only one left in the console room, so his voice echoed and bounced back to him with just as much disappointment and anger it had when the words left his lips.

You’re not the you I thought you were.”

The next time Lance brings it up is when he’s hardened his attitude towards Shiro’s behaviour. He knows it’s not exactly his fault but the way he brushes Lance off is unacceptable and this time, Lance is Not Having It.

“Shiro.” Lance walked up to Shiro, he rather have missed all of the break between training than have to keep in his feelings.

Shiro turned around and sighed, “Lance, look, I know-” but this time it was Lance who cut Shiro off.

“No Shiro, you look.” Lance took one big breath before starting, “I understand that you are the leader and that you were thrown into this by yourself, but you see, you are extremely biased towards Pidge and Keith and honestly, I just can’t let that stand anymore man.”

Lance paused to see Shiro blinking in stunned silence, he took this as his cue to continue.

“Shiro, I understand that you know Keith the best and probably know what he’s capable of. But your making him stressed because your expectations of him are too damn high and you have to accept that there are things that not even Keith can do- nothing wrong with that Keith, it’s ok that you can’t- but instead you just say “I believe in you” and you tell him to basically change everything about himself so he can act like a good-…no I mean, so he can act like you. Shiro, you can’t expect that to magically fix anything!

Lance took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before proceeding onto his next topic, “Do you even talk to Hunk ever?”

“Well-” Shiro began

“Outside of giving orders? Do you ever ask, ‘Hey Hunk, how was your day? Did you do anything new?’ Because as far as I know, all you can say to him is ‘Hunk, shoulder canon.’, ‘Hunk, you go with whoever on this mission to retrieve whatever.’, sometimes you can’t even address him directly! It’s just ‘Legs, do this!’ You don’t actually talk to him Shiro.”


“Also? Isn’t Allura the technical leader of Voltron? She actually knows Zarkon. She actually knows the aliens that we fight and that we talk to. Why are you acting as though you know this stuff? Even if Allura doesn’t know, most of the time Coran knows so he should also be consulted.”

“Yes, well I-”

“Not only that, but you didn’t consult anyone else when deciding Keith would be the Black Paladin. You didn’t check with Keith on how he felt about that, and even then he told you himself and you ignored it. What’s worse is that you didn’t even consult with your lion, the one Keith would be the pilot of. How do you know if she was okay with this? How do you know if this is what she wants?”

Shiro fell silent, it seems that this was the one that made him crack.

He felt a presence next to him and he fixed his stubborn gaze from Shiro to Keith.

Lance was getting ready to argue with Keith when the red paladin turned from Lance to Shiro and said, “Lance is right, Shiro.”

Lance blinked confusedly as Keith continued on, “You don’t listen to him at all. Remember the Blade of Marmora? You didn’t listen to Lance, and I nearly got myself killed. Granted, I wanted to go but… the point still stands.” Keith crossed his arms as he finished his argument.

Lance felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he looked to see Hunk sending him an appreciative look before agreeing with the fire and ice paladins.

One by one, everyone from the Team Voltron stood behind or near Lance and agreed with him.


Shiro looked up from the linoleum tiles, seemingly ready to get criticized once more.

“What do you say?”

Shiro closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath before opening them once more and looking around the small group of people. “…and all of you feel this way?”

There was a small murmur of agreement and short little nods.

Shiro sighed, “You’re right Lance. I wasn’t thinking about anyone else but my own beliefs and bias.”

He turned to the two alteans to his left.

“I’m sorry for not consulting you on matters I know you would have more knowledge on. I…I tried to think that just because I lead Voltron I know everything but…not really.”

Shiro continued on down the line of paladins.

“Lastly, Lance…I’m sorry. You were right and….I was ignoring you. Thank you for pointing this out to me and…I know it was probably hard but…I’m proud of you.”

About two weeks later Shiro went to the Black Lion and asked if she would be willing to pick a backup to pilot her in case something happened to Shiro.

She said yes so, all the paladins (+Allura and Coran) would stand in front of her and allow her large, wisdom filled eyes to scrutinize them.

When Lance stepped in front of her he felt as though every crevice in his mind and soul was being checked and scrutinized. Before long, the Black Lion’s eyes started to glow.

She did it. She found her back-up paladin.


Hunk’s and Pidge’s cheers could be heard in the background as they whooped and hollered at Lance.

Lance felt waves of pride crash over him, before feelings of anxiety and guilt replace them.

But what about Blue?

Lance looked to the Alteans, knowing that the other paladins wouldn’t be able to fill out his spot without creating a new spot in Voltron needed to be filled. He played with the idea of Blue Paladin Allura, and while she could certainly fill out the spot with ease, he knows that she’s the pilot of the castleship, and if her was honest, that was a lot harder to replace than the pilots of Voltron.

Before announcing his decision he used his connection to the Blue Lion to ask her about if that was okay or not. She said it was fine so long as it wasn’t permanent and she could have Lance back. Lance smiled, Don’t worry my lady, you’re my one and only. He told her before turning to the alteans.


“Yes, Lance?”

Will you be the back up Blue Paladin?


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The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much. It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect. But the Doctor was scared of it.

“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.

You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”

That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered. Until today.

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The VKs discover Uno...

“I’m booooorrrreeeddd.” Jay whined as he sat in Auradon Prep’s brand new rec room for the student’s enjoyment.

As soon as Carlos and he heard they were making one, they were jumping up and down excited like little kids charged up on four pounds of sweets.

Mal rolled her eyes at her friend’s childish whines, “Jay they literally just opened it three hours ago. How can you already be bored?”

“Carlos and me already played most of the games plus a lot of the games in here are ones we didn’t have back on the Isle and we don’t know how to play them so I’ll say it once again, I’m booooorrrreeeddd.” Jay slouched down on the couch, adding to his dramatics while Mal just shook her head amusingly watching him.

“This rec room is pretty cool. I never in a million years thought Fairy Godmother would agree to letting us put one in the school.” Doug said as he was playing a round of pool with Chad.

“Yeah. Thanks again Ben for setting this up.” Jane said while playing Air Hockey with Lonnie.

“Oh no problem. I thought the school could use a bit more fun.”

“HAHA! I WIN! IN YOUR FACE DOUG! If only Audrey had seen it.” Chad said doing his little victory dance.

“Chad, you do know you’re supposed to knock in all your balls before you knock in the eight ball right?” He said.

“What? I thought you were supposed to use the colored balls to knock in the eight ball?” Chad asked, his moment of glory turning sour.

“No, if you knock in the eight ball before you knock in all your balls, you automatically lose. Which means I win!” Doug, in turn, started to do his own little dance which pissed Chad off cause he was one of the biggest sore losers in the world.

“Whatever. This game is stupid anyway.” He said placing his stick back onto the table, walking over and joining Jay and Mal on the couch.

Shortly after, Lonnie and Jane finished their game of hockey, Lonnie coming out the victor. The AKs and VKs all sat down in the little lounge area that was placed in the room with an entertainment system equipped with all the game consoles you could think of and every accessory that went with them.

“So what do you guys wanna do now?” Evie asked as everyone just looked around not knowing what to do.

“I don’t know. We could try playing one of the games on these consoles.

“Nooooo! I wanna play something new that I haven’t played before. I already played most of those games on the consoles in my room.” Jay said.

“Fine! What about a board game?” Mal suggested.

“Snooze.” Jay said, adding some snoring for effect which made everyone laugh while Mal just hit him upside the head with a pillow.

“Hey! Watch it, sister.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Uma asked getting bored herself.

“We could play Uno.” Ben suggested.

All the AKs agreed with excited looks, while the VKs just sat there more lost than the Lost Boys.

“Um, what’s Uno?” Carlos asked.

“What? You’ve never played before?” Lonnie asked in shock.

“Nope, what is it?” Evie asked.

‘It’s a card game.” Doug explained.

“Oh, how do you play?”

The AKs explained the rules to them. Mal, Evie, Uma, and Dizzy understanding while Jay, Carlos, and Harry, had to make sure Gil stayed caught up and understood.

Ben reached back into a trunk behind the couch and grabbed four stacks of cards since so many of them were playing. He handed them over to Lonnie after taking them out the boxes so she could shuffle and deal.

“Alright, let’s play.” Ben said once everyone had seven cards and was sitting around the table.

*Twenty Minutes later*

“I’ll curse you bitch…” Mal said glaring directly at Lonnie as she once again placed another ‘Draw Four’ on her.

Lonnie smirked in smug as she watched Mal draw fours cards.

“Mal! Language!” Ben scolded her.

“Oh suck a nut! Will someone reverse it please!” Mal shouted for the nineteenth time.

“Jay, stop looking at my cards.”

“Don’t change the color to red! He’s got three of them!” Jay shouted, his urge to win clouding his mind.

“Shut it!” Carlos said slamming his free hand over Jay’s mouth.

“Hah! The color is green! You ain’t getting out yet princess!” Uma laughed placing down a wild card.

Evie jumped out of her chair, launching herself over the table ready to stick those cards down her throat but Doug got a hold of her before she could with the help of Gil cause that girl was strong as hell.

Reaching to draw a card since she didn’t have any yellows, Dizzy was happy when she saw she got a Draw Four.

“Hehe, it’s on now.” Drizzy laughed.

“What? Do you have a reverse? TELL ME!” Mal said with a crazed look in her eye as Lonnie laughed at her desperation.

“No, but remember when you knocked that stuff over in the shop back on the Isle Harry giving me more sweeping to do? It’s payback time hook boy.” Dizzy laughed with an evil glint in her eyes.

Carlos finally managing to hide his cards at an angle where Jay couldn’t see placing a ‘Reverse’ down making Mal scream for joy.

“It’s on now bitch.” She said glaring back down at Lonnie.

“Bring it pixie!” Lonnie said. That girl was super competitive and this game brought out the worst in it.

“Hey, I almost got Uno!” Carlos said seeing he only had two cards.

“Oh I don’t think so pup.” Harry said placing down a ‘Draw Two’.

“I’ll put that hook between your eyes, you pervy pirate!”

“Ooo feisty! I love it.” Harry said, barking at Carlos the same way he did when they came back to Isle adding his signature grin.

Uma drew a card, before smacking it down on the table.

“THE COLOR IS RED!” She said, dancing in her seat cause she was about to take these losers down.

“YES!” Carlos said while Jay just grabbed his head and placed it in a head lock. Harry took the chance to peep at Carlos cards…

And his butt.

When it got back to Mal, she realized she finally was down to two cards and she was in luck because they were both reds.

As soon as it got to her, she smacked it down to the table, “UNO!” She shouted.

Everybody groaned at the fact that Mal would be out first, that is until Jay placed a card down with the same number, changing the color from red to blue.

“You’re all getting cursed.” She said before mumbling under her mouth. Ben stood up to try and stop her, Uma challenging Evie and throwing a comment in about how she rocked blue better than her.

Evie launched herself across the table again, Doug and Gil trying to hold her back while Dizzy decided to stomp on Harry’s foot.

“Ow! What did you do that for?” Harry said.

“THAT’S FOR MAKING ME SWEEP!” She said before jumping on top of him, smudging his eyeliner.

Jay and Carlos somehow ended up on top of the table with Evie wrestling over a ‘Draw Four’ that fell on the floor.

Lonnie was busy checking everyone’s cards, switching the good ones out of their decks with her deck.

Jane just watched from her seats, not knowing what to do in this situation. 

Chad was just trying to make sure he didn’t get caught in the crossfire cause well his hair! It took three hours for it to get that natural bounce and body.

As all this was going on, no one noticed Fairy Godmother walk in two minutes ago watching the chaos unfold.

Clearing her throat, everyone stopped dead in their tracks. Evie froze trying to get to Uma, Jay stopped holding Carlos head locked in his arm.

Dizzy lets go of Harry and Mal cut off her curse.

No one moved an inch.

She may have a high pitched squeaky voice, but would you want to be on the end of her ‘mean voice’.

“What is going on here?”

Everyone looked around at each other, deciding what to tell her when Mal surprisingly spoke up.

“Would you believe us if we told you we were playing Uno?”

Alex’s Trauma (2x19)

She doesn’t speak for an entire week.

An entire week where she refuses to open her mouth, even to eat, to drink.

She accepts the IV fluids, nutrients, without complaint, without comment.

Without comment because she won’t open her mouth.

Won’t open her mouth because if she does, the water will rush in.

If she does, her lungs won’t just burn. They’ll burn while they drown.

If she does, she will never stop screaming.

If she does, she will never see her sister again.

At least her death will be protecting her. She’d told her in no uncertain terms to negotiate. That Supergirl – that Kara – is bigger than her. So at least her death will protect her.

Maybe Eliza will take comfort in that.

Maybe Eliza will finally be proud of her.

But she wants to live even more than she needs her mother’s approval, so she doesn’t open her mouth.

If she does, the screaming won’t be hers.

It’ll be Kara’s, it’ll be Maggie’s.

James has already lost his father.

Winn had only just started to have a family.

J'onn’s already lost too many daughters.

J'onn can’t lose her too.


So she doesn’t open her mouth.

Even though he’s standing over her, even though he’s keeping watch over her. Over her sister. Over her girlfriend. Over his sons.

She wonders who’s keeping watch over him.

But she doesn’t open her mouth.

Not when Vasquez drops in to visit, to force Maggie to shower, to eat something.

Not when Lena comes to visit, to force Kara to do the same.

Not even when M'gann rushes in, windswept and desperate, like she just launched herself through the vacuum of space to get to her, to get to J'onn.

Not when M’gann forces James and Winn to help each other eat. Shower. When she nearly has to wrestle J'onn to make him do the same.

Alex just watches.


Never with her eyes closed.

Never with her eyes closed, until the drugs they pump into her force her to, because it’s a relief, really, to see people, other people, people who love her, instead of her own reflection in that damned cage.

Instead of her own panicked eyes, floating hair, her own drowning body.

She watches, but she doesn’t speak.

And they don’t ask her to.

Kara tells her stories. Stories she used to tell her when they were kids – when they were kids and Rick had a crush on her and all she could think about was how he meant Eliza would be proud, even though she’d rather spend time with Vicky Donahue – about Krypton and about laughter and about alien science.

Winn sets up a video game console in the room and he has James and M'gann play Mario Kart with him. They all look at her more than they look at the screen, and Winn thinks he sees her almost crack a smile once.

“You’re my sister, Alex. Both of ours,” he tells her in the silence after, James taking her other hand and nodding. “We’re never gonna lose each other, understand?”

She understands that he doesn’t want to ever lose each other.

She also understands that there’s nothing he or any of them can do to prevent it.

She blinks at him, and that’s as much of a response as she’s been giving anyone, so he squeezes her hand and accepts it.

James talks to her about CatCo, about being Guardian. About how much he admires her for being a superhero without a suit.

“This doesn’t change that, you know, Alex. You’re not weak and you haven’t failed. If it had happened to any of us, you’d tell us the same. I know it’s easier said than believed, but it’s true.”

M'gann tells her stories of Mars, of red skies and fighting white supremacy, of old loves and new hopes.

J'onn says nothing, except that he couldn’t be prouder to have her as a daughter. He lets the rest of their time together lay in silence.

Neither of them are much for words.

But Maggie says even less than J'onn. Almost as little as Alex.

She never leaves. It’s James who calls her captain and arranges paid time off for her. It’s M'gann who forces her to shower when Vasquez can’t do anything more, but like Kara, Maggie refuses to go anywhere other than the bathroom right off the med bay. It’s M'gann, too, who forces her to eat, but she won’t do it anywhere but Alex’s bedside.

She just stares at Alex.

Stares at her eyes. At her chest, like she’s making sure it’s still rising and falling with her breath.

With life.

And that’s exactly what she’s doing, what she’s assuring herself of.

None of them try to get Alex to talk, but they all let her know she’s loved.

Cared for.

Watched over.

Safe. Safe. Safe.

The first nightmare that breaks through the sedative has her talking again.

Or screaming, more like.

For Supergirl. Whose life is worth more than hers. Whose life is so valuable that it doesn’t matter what happens to hers.

Supergirl is too important.

Her screams make Kara hold her, whisper to her, as she wakes up.

Her screams make Maggie stand, make Maggie, for the first time since they found her, string together more than a few coherent words.

“You matter too, Alex. You’re important. Yes, your sister is important, Danvers, your sister is everything because she’s your sister, but did you ever stop to think that maybe there is no Supergirl without Alex Danvers? Did you really think you’re the only one willing to die for the people in this room? Did you really think the people who love you could ever bear to live without you? Did you really think Kara could live without you? That I could live without you?”

Alex blinks and Maggie’s low voice cracks and Kara blinks out tears and Winn’s eyes widen and James holds his arm because he knows Winn scares at raised voices, even if they’re raised in beautiful words, and J'onn stares at his daughter and M'gann stares at hers, and nobody, nobody, nobody breathes.

And then Alex says her first words since her gasping, desperate greetings when they’d found her.

Her voice is chapped and her voice is gravel, but her voice is alive, alive, alive.

“The people who love me?”

Maggie cracks a small, wet grin through her tearstained face.

“More than I’ve ever loved anyone, Alex Danvers. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I’m sorry I didn’t let you tell me, I’m sorry I almost waited too long for this first, I – “

But Alex is reaching for her and Alex is kissing her, kissing her, kissing her, and M'gann is escorting everyone else out of the room because they need this moment, they need forever’s worth of first moments like this.

"So life is too short, and we should tell the girls we love that we love them, huh?” she asks when they break for breath, breath that Maggie easily breathes into Alex’s lungs, safe, safe, safe. Loved.

“Something like that, Danvers,” Maggie smiles against her lips, and Alex lets herself cry, lets herself break, lets herself be… loved.

“I love you back, Maggie. I love you back, I love you back, I love you back.”

Neither of them say aside from variations of those three words for hours – hours while they kiss, while they touch, while they cry and while they breathe, breathe, breathe – they say nothing but I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

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Originally posted by katerinasgranger

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Summary: You were kidnapped by Hydra 10 years ago but now you’re free. You find yourself at the Avengers Tower while you recover and readjust to real life.

Warnings: language (moderate), SMUT

A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND IS INTENDED ONLY FOR AUDIENCES OVER THE AGE OF 18!!! Feedback is always welcome, especially since this is my first smut. If you don’t want to be tagged in future fics please just let me know, promise I won’t be offended. Or if you do want be tagged and you’re not you can tell me that too! Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You and Bucky had grown so close since your talk. Little by little you had started to tell him everything that had happened to you while with Hydra. But it was so much more than just sharing your traumatic stories, you had grown close physically too. You would wake each other in the middle of the night if either of you had a bad dream and hold the other in your arms until they fell back asleep. You would always sit next to each other on the couch or at dinner. Bucky would sit next to you with his arm around you just rubbing tiny patterns with his thumb into your shoulder or back as you watched movies. It became almost intimate the way you two interacted. It was so nice to have someone that just understood how you were feeling and where you were at mentally.

You woke up to Natasha and Wanda banging on your bedroom door, they had promised to take you shopping today. You groaned and felt the weight on the bed shift next to you as Bucky rolled over. Bucky had a nightmare last night and had come to your room for consoling, but you knew Nat and Wanda wouldn’t believe you if you told them nothing happened. 

“I’ll meet you guys in the living room in 10 minutes” You yelled at them through the door. Bucky groaned again trying to hide his head under a pillow. “Come on get up Buck, quit being fucking lazy.” You rolled off the bed and walked to your closet to get dressed.

“Well you’re not gonna be here so you really won’t know if I don’t get up or not.” He may have been tired but that doesn’t mean wasn’t still a sassy little shit.

“Fine, stay in bed, I don’t care.” You quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not caring if Bucky saw. The two of you stayed in each other’s rooms so often that being modest had kind of gone out the window. You looked over and saw him snuggling back into the bed and decided to just leave him be, after all he was right, it didn’t really matter if he got up.

You met up with Nat and Wanda in the living room, then the three of you quickly ran off to start your shopping. First stop was getting you some clothes that you actually wanted to wear.

“What about this? It’s super cute and would look great on you!” Wanda held up a tiny crop top to your chest in an attempt to see if it was the right size.

“Absolutely not, when on earth would something like that ever be practical?” You took the shirt, if you could call it that, from her hands and placed it back on the rack.

“You know Y/N, not everything you wear has to be practical. Live a little, I mean at least try it on. It’s not like you’re spending your own money on it, so if you buy it and never wear it, no big deal.” Nat snatched the top back off the rack and forced it into your arms. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she was right, Tony was paying for your stuff since it’s not a like a dead woman can go out and get a credit card. You sighed in defeat and took your stack of clothes to the dressing room to try them on. You ended up finding quite a few things that you liked through out the day, as did the other girls. Nat ended up calling a car from the tower to come take some bags from you all so you could continue shopping in peace.

“You know what we need to do next?” Nat beamed at you with a sly grin plastered on her face.

“Fucking eat.” You tossed back.

“NOOOO, well yeah, but after that, we need to take you underwear shopping.” She was almost jumping up and down she was so excited and now Wanda had a stupid grin on her face too.

“I have underwear Nat, I don’t need anymore.” You knew that they thought you and Bucky were hooking up. So they probably thought they were being sneaky in trying to take you lingerie shopping.

“Yeah but you don’t have cute underwear, just that cheap stuff Pepper and I got you.” She grabbed you by the hand and started to drag you down the street. Yet again you sighed in defeat knowing you weren’t going to talk her out of this idea, plus you honestly wouldn’t mind some cuter underwear. You did manage to get her to stop for food before she forced you into the lingerie store.

Nat and Wanda immediately started grabbing things off the shelves and racks for you to try on. God they were like animals the way they tore threw the store grabbing stuff for you. Clearly they had been here many times before. 

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” Nat stood in front of you triumphantly. 

You took your things and went to try them on. Thankfully most of the things they gave you were panties and bras so you did’t have to try them on to know if you liked them. You set aside a few lacy pairs of each and a few more practical cotton pairs that were still really cute, but now it was time to try on the lingerie sets. You had never worn lingerie before, back in the day when you wanted to hook up with someone it just happened, there wasn’t really a lot of foreplay or planning so it just wasn’t necessary. You kind of liked the idea though of setting out to tease someone or actually planning on hooking up with someone but lord have mercy it had been so long since you even tried to flirt, you wouldn’t even know where to start. After trying on a few pieces that were all way too complicated, you finally picked up a cute sheer, little dress with matching panties and it looked amazing on you. It made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a really long time, horny.

You had noticed a sex shop next door to the lingerie store. So when you came out of the dressing room you decided to ask Nat and Wanda to take you there next. It had been so long since you even thought about sex. You weren’t a virgin by any means, you had hooked up with quite a few men and women back in the day but it had been at least 10 years since any of that had happened. You walked up and down the aisles of the sex shop trying to figure out exactly what it was you wanted. You needed something that was going to work quick but not make a lot of noise. God, you’d be mortified if anyone heard you. 

Then like magic, Wanda appeared around a corner with a box in her hand. “Here, this is the one I use, it’s super quiet but works, amaaaaazingly, but don’t tell anyone.” She thrust the box at you to take before Nat could show up. You gladly took it, thankful that she had basically read your mind and saved you lots of time and probably some embarrassing questions.

You guys got back to the tower shortly after your little adventure at the sex shop. You wanted so badly to just stay in your room to masturbate but you knew the girls would never let you live it down so you put your stuff away and went back to the common area for a few hours. 

You were so distracted by the wetness pooling in your panties all evening that you must have been acting different because Bucky asked you at least three times if you were feeling okay. You kept telling him you were fine but he just wouldn’t seem to let it go. Finally enough time had passed since you got home that you could tell everyone you were tired and go to your room.

You immediately ripped off your clothes then dug through your shopping bags to find the nighty set that had gotten this all started in the first place. You put it on and stared at yourself in the mirror, you looked just as good now as you had in the store. While standing there in the mirror you reached up under the top and started massaging your breast, it was amazing as you felt your nipples harden under your own touch. You reached your other hand down your panties and started to rub circles on your clit. You were already so wet. 

After a few moments of playing with yourself in the mirror you finally grabbed your new toy out of the bag and put the batteries in. It had 10 speeds and 8 vibration patters, and you were planning on experiencing every combination. You laid down on the bed, turning it on, you pressed the head of it to your clit, using your own wetness as lube to make sure it slid in nice and easily. You started moaning and whimpering as it entered you. You kept it on a low setting to start, you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself and you also didn’t want your first session in 10 years to end too quickly.

Bucky waited a few minutes after you left before going to check on you. You had seemed so out of it since you got back from shopping. He was nervous that something had happened while you were out, maybe you saw something, or worse someone and you just didn’t want to talk about it in front of the others. He made his way towards your room. Once he got outside the door, he heard soft whimpering coming from inside. Worried that you were having a bad dream, he burst in without knocking.

“O-oh my god Bucky! What the fuck!” Your torso shot up off the bed when the door flew open, the toy still between your legs.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. I thought, fuck, shit.” Bucky kept trying to look away from you but the see-through nighty that you were wearing and the toy you had clearly been fucking yourself with were making it really hard for him to do so. Thankfully he had closed the door behind him so you at least weren’t putting on a show for the whole tower to see. “Um, is that new?”

“What? Yes, um, jesus christ.” You flopped back on the bed, your face turning bright pink, not wanting to look Bucky in the face any longer.

“Okay, um, I’ll just go but can I tell you something first?” Unsure of how you would react Bucky started slowly walking towards you, thankful that you weren’t looking at him, because he didn’t want you to see the growing tent in his pants.

“Make it quick Buck, I’m a little busy here.” You threw your hands over your face as you heard him moving towards you, trying so hard not to make eye contact. You peeked out between your fingers to see him standing above you. You scrunched your face, not really sure what he was doing.

“Can I?” He gestured to the toy still inside you. Flustered and confused as to where this was going you slowly nodded. “This part right here,” he pointed to the rabbit part of your toy. “Is supposed to press right here.” He pushed the toy further inside you, pressing the rabbit flush against your clit then turned up the speed. You inhaled sharply at the new sensation then let out a string of moans and curses.

“Oh my god Bucky, don’t stop,” you cried as you writhed around on your bed. Bucky was standing over you, expertly pleasuring you with the toy. You reached your hands back up to start playing with your breasts again. You heard a low grown come from Bucky as you continued to pull at and pinch your nipples. He started to thrust the toy faster and harder into you, he couldn’t wait to watch your orgasm wash over you. It didn’t take much longer before you were repeating his name like a prayer.

“I wanna taste you,” He looked at you for consent before he kneeled down at the end of your bed. Wide eyed, you looked at him and nodded. “I need you to say it baby, tell me you want it.”

“Yes, for the love of god Buck, do it, do whatever you want.” You groaned as you felt his fingers push inside you, replacing the toy that had just been there. He used his thumb to keep your clit stimulated as he watched you for another few seconds before shoving his face in your pussy. The moan he made after licking a wide stripe up your pussy vibrated through your whole body. You felt his tongue replace his thumb while he ate you out and fingered you at the same time. Between the pace his set, the expert way he tongued your clit and surprisingly pleasurable way his scruff felt on your thighs, your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first.

“Oh fuck Bucky, fuck, I need you inside me.” You were basically whining at him. If he was this good with his hands and mouth you couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his cock. He kissed his way up your torso, pulling your nighty up with him, he stopped at your breasts so he could lick and bite at your nipples. You arched your back at the sensation, running your fingers through this hair, yearning for him to touch you more. He continued on up your body, nipping at your neck and collar bone.

“Not tonight doll, another time, I promise.” His mouth roughly met yours in a heated kiss. You rolled your hips against him, grinding your still wet pussy on his clothed crotch as he laid between your legs. He groaned into your mouth, then reached his metal hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit again. “I’m serious, Y/N, we can’t do that tonight. I was not prepared for this, but if you’re not done, I’d be more than happy to keep doing what we were doing until you are. Does that sound good?” He had pushed his metal fingers inside you now and was pumping them furiously. A soft whine escaped your lips as you bucked your hips against his hand. The metal felt so cool and different against your hot skin, it was just a whirlwind of feelings and sensations that you would have never thought to pair but felt so right.

“But what about you?” You cried between the thrusts of his fingers as you started palming him through his jeans. “I want you to feel good too.” He started thrusting his fingers faster as your hand made it’s way down his pants, fingers wrapping gently around his thick cock as you slowly pumped it. As you felt your third orgasm bubble up inside, your hand started to get a firmer grasp around him and you tried to pump in time with his thrusts. You third time was just as strong as the last two as you felt the bubble inside you explode with ecstasy. 

After you were done riding out your orgasm, you flipped him over on to his back and made your way down his body. You pulled up his shirt so you could kiss and nip at his well toned chest and abs while you undid his pants. “Can I do this for you Buck?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, face hovering over his crotch. He nodded, honestly a little surprised that you were so insistent on returning a favor that didn’t need to be returned. He groaned and reached towards you, tangling his fingers into your hair as you pulled down his pants and boxers. You looked up at him again, your eyes locked as you expertly wrapped your mouth and hand around his cock. It may have been a while since you had done this but it was definitely not your first rodeo. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt Bucky flop his torso down onto the bed as he let out a low growl in pleasure. You used your hand to pump his cock in time with your bobbing head as you hollowed your cheeks around him. You used your other hand to fondle his balls as you sped up your pace. He gripped your hair tighter and let out a loud string of fucks and shits and you knew that you had pushed him over the edge when you finally felt his cum hitting the back of your throat.

You sat up and wiped your mouth, while Bucky just laid there still recovering from his orgasm. You chuckled silently at him, looks like you still have the magic touch when it comes to oral. You got up, went to the bathroom then brushed your teeth. When you came out Bucky was getting dressed. “What are you doing?” You arched an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I don’t want people to think anything weird about me leaving your room tomorrow.” You knew he was just trying to respect your privacy but it was silly.

“Bucky, you literally slept in my bed last night. No one is going to think anything of it and even if they do who cares.” You walked over and gave him a reassuring hug then pulled him back towards the bed. “Just stay here tonight, please.”

He didn’t try to fight you on the matter, just slipped his pants back off and climbed into his usual spot on your bed. You smiled contently at him as you slipped into bed next to him, curling up in his arms. You didn’t think the two of you had been loud enough for anyone else to hear you, except maybe Nat, who was in the room next to you. Shit, boy, were you going to hear about this from her tomorrow. Whatever, it was totally worth it and you were definitely hoping it would happen again.


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Requested by @midnight-eclipses

Song that is perfect for this fic: “Over the Love” by Florence and the Machine. I’M SORRY THAT THIS EVOLVED INTO AN ANGST-FLUFF SICK!FIC BUT I COULDN’T HELP IT.

You could tell that he was struggling.

He began his new life hungry and uncoordinated. He couldn’t find his feet, or food that he liked, and every time you caught his eye, he looked away like he was ashamed. Of what? You couldn’t tell. You hadn’t wanted him to go, of course. Regeneration was always so difficult, though, so for your sake and his, you always hoped that it would be put off a little longer, just a little longer, until it could be put off no more.

This time, he died for Wilf. You would have preferred, of course, that he hadn’t died at all, but if there was ever someone to die for, it was Wilf. You couldn’t help but be proud of the Doctor. He had been brave. Braver than you had been, certainly (but, in your defense, you didn’t have the insurance of another life getting yourself killed, so there was that).

Regeneration sickness wasn’t supposed to last over three days, and that was a dangerous maximum. On the seventh day, the new-new-new-etc Doctor was still retching his food back up and randomly falling over. So, on the seventh day, you dialed a phone number and prayed that the TARDIS was better at directing phone calls through time and space than she was at directing landings.


Your voice didn’t waver.

No, really, it didn’t.

“Sweetheart?” The Tenth Doctor’s voice crackled through the receiver and you covered your hand with your mouth to stop a completely undignified sound from coming out. “What’s the matter? I dropped you off not five minutes ago, why-”

“It’s been awhile, Doctor.” No sense in beating around the bush. (But that is totally, exactly what you were doing, of course.)

There was a static-filled pause, and then an absolutely terrified: “… Oh, no, please don’t tell me I’m late.”

“No.” You swallowed, trying to find something to look at. He couldn’t see you of course, but you still felt like his eyes were on you. “You’ve regenerated.”

“Oh.” No pause this time. Just oh like that was better than him being a few years late. Which it would have been, if it weren’t for the fact that this regeneration might kill him.

“Yeah.” It’s such a nice word. Yeah. Not as solemn as yes or as casual as yep. It’s just an affirmative, not implying anything other than that you’re not tripping over yourself to be respectful. "Um, everything’s mostly alright, I just need to know- I mean- you’ve got regeneration sickness, and it’s been going on for a whole week now and you haven’t been able to keep your food down. I mean, none of it. You just keep gagging it back up but you’re so hungry and tired and I don’t know what to do.“

You weren’t crying. You might have sniffled a little bit, but you didn’t cry.

No, really, you didn’t.

"Are you alright?” the Tenth Doctor said.

“I’m fine.” What’s that you always say, Doctor? I’m always alright? Me too. "I miss you so much.“

"I’m sorry, sweetheart.” And the Doctor’s voice was definitely cracking and that surprised you, really, because Ten didn’t cry. Not like this. This new Doctor had trigger tear-ducts (from what you had seen in the last seven days, that is), but Ten wasn’t a crier. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You regenerate for a really good reason. I wouldn’t change what you did. What you did was right. I’m proud of you.” It was important. You had to tell him that you were proud of him. He needed to know that. I’m proud of you was almost just as good as I love you, especially to the Doctor. “You’ll be proud of yourself. I just… it’s hard. And I’m afraid. You’re so sick.”

“Try milk.”

“What?” It immediately made sense to you (oh, milk, yes, of course, why didn’t I realize?) but you had to ask. You were used to asking. It made him feel clever and you wanted this conversation to last as long as you could stretch it out. You wanted to hear him talk. “Milk?”

“Well, I assume you did tea,” the Doctor said in the same tone that he might use to say, Well, I assume that you used conditioner after shampoo and not the other way around.

“Yeah, you’re drinking just fine.” Which was a great relief on your part. The Doctor might starve to death, but he wasn’t going to go down because of dehydration.

“Try milk. It’s liquid, but it’s technically a food. Or smoothies, try that. Milkshakes? It’ll get something into him until you figure out something more solid that he- that I can eat.”

“Okay.” And then, just like that, it was time to hang up and to what he told you to do. But you didn’t want to. There was a chance, of course, that you might see him again. The Doctor tended to run into his past selves. But you might not. You might not ever hear his voice like this again and you knew that he was fine, just regenerated, but how could you let go?

And then, as if he had read your thoughts, the Doctor said, “It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s alright. I’m still here.”

“I know.” Actually, you weren't quite sure, but saying that you knew was the best response you could come up with.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Oh, now don’t even start that, missy. You know I’ll win.” You heard him take a deep breath, and then say, “Goodbye, sweetheart. I’ll still be there when you hang up.”

“… Goodbye.”

The line went dead.

When you found the Eleventh Doctor, he was in the console room, leaning heavily against the console as his whole body shook, trembling. He was still in Ten’s clothes. You had tried to get him out of them and into something more comfortable, but every time you made an attempt, he fussed like a little kid. You were going to have to put your foot down on day seven because he needed a shower and he had been vomiting for a week, dagnabbit, he could not keep those clothes on anymore.

The Doctor looked at you from out of the corner of his eye. “You called him, didn’t you?”

Okay. Could possibly be that this regeneration had some jealousy issues and the green eyes to fit. Or maybe he was just upset about everything. At this stage, you really couldn’t tell.

“You said we should try milk,” you said plainly, not letting the accusation in the Doctor’s tone get to you. You weren’t going to fight with him, not right now. Neither of you were level-headed enough to fight like adults. You would end up fighting like children, and that always stung. Children could be so cruel.

The Doctor turned his head so he could really look at you, and he seemed satisfied with what he saw, because some of the tenseness left his shoulders. “‘K.”

“We’ve got a blender in the kitchen, right?” You already knew that there was a blender in the kitchen. "Maybe I can make you a banana… something. Does that sound good?“

 The Doctor nodded hesitantly.

"Are you okay? Do you want to get back in bed?”

“Yes.” That was far less hesitant. He was obviously tired. He hadn’t been sleeping at all, and sleep was the number one most important thing he needed after regeneration. Food was the number two most important thing. He hadn’t gotten either. “Could you..?”

When he trailed off, you immediately perked up. He hadn’t asked for much other than food or really talked much in general (and that sort of terrified you because it might have been because he was sick but it could have be that he had regenerated into a quiet person and you weren’t sure how you would deal with a quiet Doctor). Maybe he had finally figured out what he needed. “What?”

“Hold me.” Bang, heartbroken with two little words. “Please hold me. You haven’t, yet.”

He looked at you and those beautiful new eyes were so glossy with unshed tears that you felt your own eyes sting.

“Oh, Doctor.” You rushed forward to him with open arms and he slumped his whole body against you, burying his face against the crook of your neck. You felt hot, sticky tears being pressed into your skin. The Doctor smelled acrid, a side effect of being sick for days without washing. A shower was definitely in order. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was so worried, I just didn’t think.“

"It’s okay, right?” he asked as his hands found fistfuls of your clothing to anchor himself with. “This is okay? You won’t leave.”

“I won’t leave.” That was a promise, of course it was. "I’m right here. Have you seen yourself in the mirror yet?“


“You’re the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen that wasn’t a baby animal.”

And then he actually giggled. “Aw.”

He giggled, I tell you.

“Yeah, 'aw’.” And just like that, just like that, things felt right again. Not perfect, but right, like you could see home at the end of the road. "Alright, let’s get you to bed, and I’ll make you a milk-banana-shake-something-or-other.“


Yeah is such a nice word.

Imagine it being your birthday! You go the whole adventure for that day without a single mention of it from the Doctor. You even try to drop really obvious hints, but they seem to go right over his head. Then when you are both safe in the TARDIS after a long days work, you head to bed, bummed that he hadn’t seemed to remember at all. Only to find an hour later, when he called you back into the console room, that he had lit candles all around- on the railings, and the console. You found him standing next to the console, a destroyed cake upside down on his head, looking miserable.

“We had a bit of a malfunction.”
“… Aww, Doc, you look so adorable when you’re sad!”
“I did try to make it perfect though! I got you a present and everything… I’m sorry about the cake… Happy Birthday, Humany.”
“Thank you, Doctor. This is… truly adorable. I thought you’d forgotten!”
“No no no! There were just lots of… challenges.”

(Requested by @willow-days02, Happy birthday!!! I don’t know when you sent in the request, but still :DD)

Driving lessons

So here we are with another of my requests from my ever so lovely littluns. Seriously guys, I love you all. You’re awesome. Eleven with prompts 160 “Do you think you could teach me that?” and 46 “Can I kiss you right now?”

Word count:1659

Originally posted by idontwanttogo

You ran hand in hand with the Doctor into the Tardis, laughing. He let go of your hand as you both shut the doors tightly behind you.

“Oh, they never saw it coming” You breathed, still giggling. The Doctor laughed again.

“Never saw it coming” He agreed, bounding up to the console with you right on his heels. He flipped a couple switches and pressed a button or two as you took off. You watched him a moment, hesitant to word the question in your mind. But what was the worst thing that could happen. He could say no. That was the worst thing that could happen. And how would that be any different than if you’d not asked at all? With that in mind, you leaned over the console slightly to speak to him.


“Hmm?” He didn’t glance up, still looking down at the console as he continued to pilot the Tardis. You hesitated again but pushed forwards.

“Do you think you could teach me that?” You asked in a rush. The Doctor looked up at you, surprised.

“You want to learn to fly the Tardis?”

“I mean, you don’t have to. It’s fine if you don’t want to. Really, I-“

“No, I’d love to” he told you genuinely. You smiled.


“Yeah! Of course! Come ‘ere” He waved you over and you moved to stand beside him. “Now be warned, flying a Tardis is certainly nothing like driving a car. Especially with only two of us, there’s a lot of running around”

“What do you mean, with only the two of us?” You asked, frowning slightly. He paused.

“Well, you see, a Tardis is usually meant to be flown by six people” he explained. You looked over the console, understanding when you noticed there were six separated panels.

“That’s why she’s always rockin’ about” You realized.

“Yeah, that’s why” he agreed, not meeting your eyes and straightening his bow tie, something you learned meant he wasn’t telling you something. That or he was trying to protect his pride. You realized in this instance, it might very well be both. Smothering a smile, you did your best to listen to him as he explained the ‘basics’, which actually included a whole lot of techno-babble you didn’t understand and were sure you didn’t need. You just nodded along.

“-and that should do it” He finished. You nodded. “Did you understand any of that?”

“Nope” You answered instantly. He huffed in annoyance and you could tell he was thinking hard about ways to explain it to you while also trying to keep from offending you.

“Alright, well, fine” he waved it off, moving to the opposite end of the console. He fiddled with something as he continued. “You don’t need to know how it works I guess. Let’s see…” He flicked one last switch with a very Doctor-ish flourish and did a spin before running back around to join you again from the other side. “Now, first thing’s first, co-ordinates. But today we’ll have a bit of an aimless fly about” He shook his head, as if he was mentally shaking the thought of co-ordinates away. “So! You know that first one I presume”

You placed your hand on the biggest lever adorned with lights that usually marked the beginning of his running each time. You glanced over your shoulder at the Doctor, who was standing a few feet behind you, letting you work off what you knew. He gave a nod at your questioning look. You looked down at the lever under your hand, knowing this was something much bigger than he made it out to be. You knew he’d had many a companion before. But how many of them had flown the Tardis before? You didn’t think many, going by his surprise when you asked him to teach you.

Taking a deep breath and grinning, you tightened your grip on the dematerialization lever, yanking it downwards with a shout of ‘Geronimo!’ that made the Doctor’s grin light up like a Christmas tree.

“Now the spinny thing on the next panel- no the other spinny thing!” He called to you. The lights in the console room started flashing wildly.

“I did the spinny thing!” You insisted. He moved, standing beside you to fix the lights.

“Wrong spinny thing, this one here” He explained, pointing out another further along the panel.

“Ooh” You breathed out, nodding. “I see” He did the spinny thing himself before pointing to another cluster of buttons.

“Blue, red three times in three seconds, green. One after the other” He ordered precisely. You nodded, counting in your mind as you did so. The Tardis shook slightly and you glanced around in worry. “That’s alright, just the usual turbulence” The Doctor assured you. “But you wanna know something?”

“What?” You asked, checking the monitor.

“You’re flying the Tardis”

You froze, looking at him in shock. You’d not even realized you were still working until he looked pointedly down at where your hand was steering. You laughed suddenly.

“I am! Oh my god I’m flying the Tardis!” You cried excitedly, jumping up and down. The Doctor laughed at your enthusiasm, running over to another panel to take care of something there. The Tardis shook again and you frowned slightly, glancing at the blue switches closer to the rotor. The Doctor hadn’t mentioned them in for you to use or even in his techno-babble speech, but something told you those were what you needed. You reached out and flicked a seemingly random three of them upwards and two down and the Tardis became still. You looked around, confused. It didn’t help that the Doctor was doing the same.

“What…” He moved to the monitor, looking at it with a frown. “We’re still in flight, how…?” His mouth fell open as he seemed to realize something, looking up at the ceiling in that way that you both did to talk to the Tardis. “Oh, you…” He trailed off again, huffing annoyedly as he practically sulked over to where you were.

“What did you touch?” He demanded poutily. You frowned slightly, pointing towards the blue switches. You huffed again and did a round of the console, muttering to himself about the Tardis and River Song and ‘blue boringers’.

“Was I not supposed to?” You asked hesitantly. He waved you off to mutter a moment more before standing right behind you. He reached over to put the switches back and the Tardis hummed in complaint as the room shook again.

“The stabilizers” He muttered, making you grin as you realised what he was upset about. “The Tardis showed you the stabilizers” You bit your lip, trying and failing to hold in a laugh. He glanced at you, pouting again. “Stop it” he whined.

“Alright. I’m sorry” you conceded. You turned to him only to find he was standing a lot closer than you were expecting. Your breath caught as you realized his hands were still on the console, essentially trapping you between himself and the machine. He’d gone unusually silent also and you wondered if that meant he’d noticed.

The Tardis landed with her usual whooshing sound but neither you nor the Doctor gave her the grin you gave every other time. You barely noticed.

“I think that may be enough for today” You whispered, afraid if you spoke any louder you’d scare him off.

“Yeah” He agreed just as quietly. His eyes flickered down to your lips and you briefly wondered if breathing as little as you were would be a problem. “C-could I… I mean, would you mind…” He struggled a little. You moved a hand to rest on his chest softly, effectively cutting him off. His eyes moved between yours, as if he was looking for an answer to his unasked question.

“Can I kiss you right now?” He asked softly. You didn’t respond for a moment, still wondering if this was some kind of amazing dream you’d wake up from any moment now. Not trusting your voice, you nodded. He stared at you another moment, as if waiting for you to say no all of a sudden. Then he moved forward quickly, almost catching you off guard as his lips met yours and started moving expertly.

You could faintly taste custard on his lips and found yourself wondering why you’d never imagined that would happen. But god, he was a good kisser. Of course he was, you corrected yourself, he’s over two-thousand years old. You shifted so one hand rested on his shoulder while the other grabbed at the material of his bow tie, keeping him right where he was. That was rather handy, you realized. Perhaps you should use that more often kissing him. Because there was no way you were going to let this be a one-time thing. One of his hands moved to your waist and a moment later his other hand left the console in favour of your loose hair.

When he pulled away you found yourself realizing it had all been mere moments. But it was the best moments of your life. You laughed and he looked worried for a moment until you shot him a smile, letting him know you weren’t laughing at him. He smiled in return and soon was laughing along with you.

“I’m gonna go ahead and guess that was two thousand years of practice right there” You got out through laughter.

“Just about” He admitted, suddenly looking nervous. You smiled coyly before going on.

“How ever am I going to catch up?” You asked innocently. He smirked in return when he realized what you were doing.

“You just need practice” He told you, leaning in again. You grinned triumphantly as your lips joined once again.

And all because of that question that had been hovering in your mind. It was a good thing you asked, because this was certainly not the worst thing that could have happened.

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Requested Anonymously

Written for @eurusholmmes [Okay, y'know what, every Twelve fic is for you now.]

Accidentally made this into a Magical Realism/Soulmate AU even theough that’s not what the Anon asked for at all but I just wanted to give Twelve some love I’m sorry! Also went with a different style, showing most of the story from a companion’s point of view. Bonus: I have discovered that I can’t say “Clara clarified.”

The moment you stepped into the TARDIS was not how Clara expected it to be. And she did expect it, was the thing. She knew, the moment you met, that you would become a passenger aboard the TARDIS, because there was no way you couldn’t be. Not when the Doctor looked at you like that.

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Timing - Eleventh Doctor X Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Minor language

Summary: The Doctor (Eleven) is tries to get the confidence to tell the reader how he feels, but she takes the opportunity to get lost in the Tardis.


Giving oneself a pep-talk was much more difficult than it seemed, and unfortunately, the Doctor was learning it first hand.

For the thousandth time that evening, he banged his head against the library wall. “You can do this,” he muttered to himself. “Its just Y/N.”

Actually, that was the exact problem. Every time he even thought about her lately, he couldn’t help but feel… Funny. It was only recently he faced the facts and figured out what exactly that funny feeling was.


Head over heels in love. He tried not to let it happen, but here he was now, banging his head against a wall while she was in her room, probably texting some human boy that was much more handsome than himself with cooler bowties.

And damn, he really was in trouble now, wasn’t he?

“You’re a Time Lord, you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He kept on muttering to himself, hoping to calm himself down. It wasn’t working.

“You’re going to do this,” he said, trying to raise his hopes. “You are the last Time Lord of Galifrey, and you are going to tell that girl how you feel.”

He stood back from the wall and took a deep breath, leaving the library. He could feel his confidence wavering as he got to her door and knocked. And when she didn’t answer, it came close to crumbling. He shook off the doubt and cleared his throat.

“Y/N? Are you in there? I need to… Talk to you.”

I sound like an idiot, don’t I?He thought.

When he got no reply, he said louder: “Y/N?”

He furrowed his brow before heading off to the console room She must be there instead.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t in there, and the confidence he was had fell into a panicy mess. Quickly, he began a scan of the ship, looking for life forms. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what was surely her appear on the map.

Why in the world was she so deep in the Tardis? he thought. She was so far back, how did she even get there?

Whatever the reason, the Doctor knew he had to go after her.

So, he weaved in and out of the Tardis halls, making left turns then right turns and lefts again and rights again… When he felt he was drawing close to where she was, he began to call out her name.

“Y/N!” he shouted, over and over. It wasn’t long until his cries became more panicky when he was answered with silence.

He gave another desperate yell, louder than any pervious. This time, he received a small reply:


He breathed a sigh of relief, straining to hear her. He ran in the direction he thought it was from.

He rounded the corner, and grinned. Y/N was standing there with wide eyes, and he ran forward to pull her in his arms. He held her tightly and felt her smile.

Pulling back, he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked at her face. “What happened?”

She looked at him sheepishly. “I got lost.”

“Well, you had me worried sick,” he said. “A on top of that, you have absolutely the worst timing ever.”

She furrowed her brow in what the Doctor would consider a very cute way. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath. “I mean it took me all day to build up the courage to do this.”

He pressed his lips to hers, and after the initial surprise, she melted into it before breaking away to breathe. The pair grinned at each other, faces red as the Doctor fidgeted a bit.

“Well,” Y/N said, smiling ear from ear. “If you still have the courage, I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

Thoughts into a Reality (A Langst AU Mashup Fic)

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Lance began to grab the few items that he had with him and stuffed them into a bag he had found a while back when roaming the castle. Suddenly, Matt burst into his room soon after Lance had started to pack, and was out of breath and panting. Regardless of Matt’s feeble attempts to dissuade Lance, trying to tell him that he is important and wanted by everyone in the castle, but Lance just ignored him and walked out of his room. Making his way to the kitchen, Coran joined them in the hall on their way, collaborated with Matt and tried to talk Lance out of whatever he was going to do.

Lance quietly grabbed about a month’s worth of rations and stuffed them in his bag. He sat in the kitchen listening to the two men trying anything to make him not do what he was about to do. Lance stood his ground and just slowly shook his head, no emotion showing on his face. After minutes of silence between the three of them the tension became too much.

“Look, obviously no one on this team besides you two believe that I should be a part of Voltron, so why even be here? I’ve decided that I should just take an escape pod back to Earth. It would lift the burden of a weak paladin off of everyone’s shoulders, and I can see my family again. It’s a win win for everyone.” Lance spoke with a monotone voice.

‘Dear God what have we done to him, this kid is is so underappreciated that we’ve slowly just shattered him’ Coran pondered. He and Matt shared a knowing glance that spoke the horrible truth. They could not change this boy’s mind, he was lost in his grief. Lance looked at Coran with a sadness in his eyes that could make anyone cry on the spot.

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