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@eclecticshenanigans
Hello and welcome to EclecticShenanigans, a multi-muse blog with characters from Doctor Who, Teen Wolf, Once Upon a Time, Marvel, Heated Rivalry, and a couple of OCs. Other characters may pop up as well but the main ones are under the cut where you can learn more about them and the mun, Clare, who uses they/them pronouns.
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i believe in you. i always have. For the Director
"That's really kind of you, Doctor. Th-Thank you. I believe in you too."
"Because they are large scale drawing mannequins. I had them made a while back so I could have the general shape and let my imagination figure out what they actually look like," she explained as she began to put the clothes on them.
"That makes sense," he told her as he went to help her get the clothes on them.
The Director nodded and continued getting the mannequins dressed. "It might get boring but if you want to stay while I sketch, you are more than welcome to," she offered.
"I'd be happy to," he told her, "I'm sure it won't be boring. I'll be spending time with you after all."
She blushed at the comment and nodded. "Okay, if you're sure. Layla can lead you to the bathroom and the kitchen if you need them," she offered as she sat in front of her easel.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," he told her as he took a seat next to her.
She smiled before beginning the sketch. She started with the general shapes and then after a bit, began the details, making the couple come to life. They looked similar to the Director but not quite.
â i didn't think you'd care so much. â for the Director
"Of course I do. We gotta stick together in some way, yeah?"
The Director grinned and continued to sneakily walk around trying to find an abandoned ship.
"I found a ship with nobody in it," the Doctor told her, "But I still need to figure out a way inside."
The Director saw the ship the Doctor talked about. She tilted her head slightly before carefully approaching it. She opened her purse and pulled out a knitting needle and a crochet hook. "Sometimes old school is better than tech," she said before working on the locking mechanism.
It was February 14th, Valentine's Day, when the Doctor arrived at the Director's with flowers and chocolates in hand. He told her he'd take her on a Valentine's Day date and already had a good location in mind when he knocked on her door.
The Director opened the door with a smile on her face. She was wearing a pink dress with a red cardigan. "Hi, Doctor. Oh these are lovely, thank you," she said as she took the flowers and chocolates.
Once she got to the water, the Director jumped in, completely submerging herself. She was under for a couple of moments, loving the peace underwater. She then came back up.
@april-barnes
"April, are you really going to make me wait in the lobby of the tower while you get ready? Am I not allowed to see what you are wearing for our day out," he asked the cameras and FRIDAY so that the other could hear him.
Peter laughs at her playfulness, another favorite thing of his. He kept in step with her as they got through the crowd.
Once they got to the stand, he pulled out his wallet. He ordered for the two of them, knowing April's order by heart and her favorite doughnut. "Was that okay," he asked April after he exchanged money with the older woman. He hoped he didn't overstep. He just knew she might still be a bit overstimulated from the train.
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"Thank you. But she's still here," he replied, placing two hands on his chest, "in my hearts. And around us, of course."
He made simple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the two of them. "You're not allergic to anything, are you," he asked, realizing he should've asked before making these. The Director put the crisps on the side of the plates and handed Dustfinger one.
Hearts. Multiple.
Dustfinger kept that at the back of his mind for later. He didn't try to argue; it was natural to believe that those we loved continued with us, in one sense or another.
"Can't afford to be."
He took the plate gratefully, eagerly. It had been a while since he'd had a square meal, and though this was nothing fancy, it was at least enough to quiet the subtle ache of his stomach.
The Director knew that pensive silence. He was very familiar with it when he talked about Gallifreyan anatomy. But he kind of guessed he would be asked about it later and he would be ready.
The time lord sat across from Dustfinger at the island by the kitchen set and began to eat his sandwich as well. "If you want anything else to eat, let me know or you can peruse the cabinets in your own time," he offered.
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The Doctor nonchalantly protected himself from the knife. He let the other man say his piece. He then noticed the hesitation, the fear, maybe? It has been a while since someone feared him. Well, this face anyway.
"Maybe the TARDIS wanted you here. She can be a bit not temperamental but invasive, that's the word," he exclaimed. The ship made a noise and he patted the console. "Sorry, love. Anyway, I don't have your friend. I'm not a threat unless you make me one, and could you please put the knife down before I take it from you," he asked with a tired sigh.
"The...what?"
Basta gritted his teeth, forcing himself to remain calm, to hear the answer out, to lower the knife a few inches.
Appearances can be deceiving. Anything can be a threat.
Physically, the owner of this...ship...was bigger than Basta, probably could best him in a contest of pure strength. But that likely meant he was slower. And he didn't have a weapon immediately handy. So either he didn't need one, or he wasn't accustomed to defending himself and could be taken advantage of it came to a fight.
"The TARDIS. That's the name of my ship," he explained. "Time and Relative Dimension in Space. I can travel the stars and through time itself. Not that you apes would know much about it, it would seem," he said, muttering the last sentence.
"Now, I don't have your friend. The door is open. You can leave, I don't trap people. On purpose anyway," the Doctor told the man. "Or you could stay and see if he shows up, I don't care."
Sara looked to Dustfinger which made the fireballs fizzle out, her hands covered in soot and slight burns but she doesn't seem to notice. "Connection. You seem connected, bonded even with fire. I-I don't know how to do that. I want it to be a part of me," she said. And not have the darker parts of my magic take control, the witch thought to herself.
The time had come for honesty. It rarely did, where fire was concerned. But there was nothing else that Dustfinger could give Sara, it seemed.
"I can't tell you that."
His tone was gentler than before, soothing as one might calm a child.
"It's not safe -- for you, for me, for...others. I'm the one who guards that secret, and I only fear what might be done with it if I were to let it slip."
He wasn't accusatory or suspicious. Just realistic.
Sara looked at Dustfinger sadly. She was disappointed, yes. But she didn't want the lesson to end. She didn't want him to leave yet. She would still pay him, of course. She had the means to. She just hoped that maybe he could help.
"Do you know what it is like to be feared, Dustfinger," she asked him. "Because I do. People fear me because of what I can do. What was bestowed upon me," she said as she moved her fingers around, green and black energy swirling around them. "I deal with death. And I don't want to anymore."
TW: Lycan Diaries
" I will send it in a few minutes."
Hearing Stiles speak, he could feel the vision coming on, but pushed it away, as seeing the people that hurt the pack would have allowed Rico to punish, which was not his place. Scott was also true to his part, balancing the words of his second, pointing out the bright in the dark. They were still Yin and Yang, allowing him to chuckle at the pair and their unique dynamic.
"Also, I will go into the library with you and show you a few of the restricted books."
Stiles grinned at Rico's words of joining him in the library.
"Again, just take your time with it," Scott told Rico reassuringly. He then leaned towards him. "Thank you for making Stiles happy. We've all been through a lot but especially him. He's my best friend. Kind of my soul mate, maybe. So thank you," the alpha whispered.
Stiles took Rico's hand. "Show me, please," he whined.
@charmed-redemption commented good boy
Scott blushed and nodded. "I am, yeah."
There was little that crossed Rico's mind aside from the man claiming him in a way that he understood. Each thrust made him yearn for more as he went deep, leaking into his hole, linking them in a primal way.
" Fuck... Fuck"
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Scott just doesn't say anything. He just gets on top of his boyfriend and lays on him. He wraps his arms around his middle and buries his face against Kip's chest.
âOh.â
Kip had been laying on their bed scrolling through social media on his phone. He didnât even hear his boyfriend come home. He set his phone down on the nightstand and started rubbing his hands up and down the broad expanse of Scottâs back.
âHi baby. How was your day?â
âItâs a different kind of tired.â Kip acknowledged. Sometimes he felt that way after a hard day of classes and homework.
âEveryone that matters knows that you are one of the best captains the Admirals have ever had. You donât have to prove anything to anyone. Everyone else doesnât matter.â
He nuzzled his boyfriendâs chest as he listened to him.
Scott then looked up. "You matter. Your thoughts and feelings matter to me. Always," he told him, moving up a little and giving Kip a kiss on the cheek, then the nose, then the forehead, and then the lips.
Hayden lays himself down at Shane's feet, sighing. "I am so happy you came over to watch the kids with me," he tells his best friend. "Like I can usually handle it just fine and Jackie deserves time away. But today was randomly hard," he whines.
Shane snorted as quietly as he could so that he didnât wake up Arthur. The young child had once again decided to cling onto Shane like a barnacle. Shane didnât mind it at all.
âYeah you can handle it. Thatâs why I come over at least twice a month to help you.â
Opening the can and taking a sip of soda gave time for Shane to think about how to respond. He could confess to everything. He could come out to Hayden and finally get the weight of the secret he was carrying off his chest.
But there was a small voice in the back of his head that reminded him that there was always a chance that he would be rejected. He could lose not only his best friend, but his relationship with the other Pikeâs as well.
âI know Hayd. Thank you. Iâm justâŚtired I think.â
Now Hayden had known Shane for years. And he knows when his captain won't tell him something or is too much in his own head. But he waits because he'll wait however long for Shane to be ready to tell him.
"If you're tired physically, you can take a nap in the guest bedroom. You know that's basically your room when you feel up for sleeping over," he suggested. "If you're tired in other ways, we can do something that'll turn your mind off."
Scott just doesn't say anything. He just gets on top of his boyfriend and lays on him. He wraps his arms around his middle and buries his face against Kip's chest.
âOh.â
Kip had been laying on their bed scrolling through social media on his phone. He didnât even hear his boyfriend come home. He set his phone down on the nightstand and started rubbing his hands up and down the broad expanse of Scottâs back.
âHi baby. How was your day?â
After adding a small bottle of soda for himself Kip placed the order and put his phone back onto the nightstand.
âIlya would seem to think that you are. Why did you bring it up?â
"Like, yes, you help me relax and make me sleepy but I didnât realize how tired I was until now," he replied.
"Maybe I'm pushing myself too much? Or just trying to show that I'm more than the gay hockey player. I am a great captain and I want the team to do well. Maybe I'm taking on too much, I don't know," Scott rambled.
Hayden lays himself down at Shane's feet, sighing. "I am so happy you came over to watch the kids with me," he tells his best friend. "Like I can usually handle it just fine and Jackie deserves time away. But today was randomly hard," he whines.
Shane snorted as quietly as he could so that he didnât wake up Arthur. The young child had once again decided to cling onto Shane like a barnacle. Shane didnât mind it at all.
âYeah you can handle it. Thatâs why I come over at least twice a month to help you.â
Shane really did love them all. The Pike family didnât have to integrate so seamlessly into their lives but they did and now he couldnât imagine life without them.
Arthur was like a tiny little space heater so Shane decided it was time to gently place him in the playpen that took up space in the corner of the living room. Thankfully he didnât wake up and Shane was able to join Hayden in the kitchen.
âIs the ginger ale cold at least?â He teased
Hayden got a can of ginger ale from the fridge. He stuck his tongue out at his best friend. "Yes, it's cold," he replied. "I'm not making that mistake again," he added with a huff.
He handed it to Shane and then got a Fanta for himself. "You doing okay, by the way? You know I'm here for you, yeah?"
Scott just doesn't say anything. He just gets on top of his boyfriend and lays on him. He wraps his arms around his middle and buries his face against Kip's chest.
âOh.â
Kip had been laying on their bed scrolling through social media on his phone. He didnât even hear his boyfriend come home. He set his phone down on the nightstand and started rubbing his hands up and down the broad expanse of Scottâs back.
âHi baby. How was your day?â
Kip nodded and opened up the DoorDash app to order from their favorite pizza place. He ordered a barbecue chicken pizza for himself and a veggie pizza with chicken and a cauliflower crust for Scott.
âDo you want and sides or something to drink?â
Scott shook his head against Kip's chest. He was happy Kip was taking over this. But he just wanted pizza, and maybe some water from the fridge.
He just kind of laid there. He didn't realize how tired he was until he got onto Kip. Maybe he was starting to get too old for this. "Am I getting too old for hockey," he muttered more to himself but knew Kip could probably hear him.
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Hayden lays himself down at Shane's feet, sighing. "I am so happy you came over to watch the kids with me," he tells his best friend. "Like I can usually handle it just fine and Jackie deserves time away. But today was randomly hard," he whines.
Shane snorted as quietly as he could so that he didnât wake up Arthur. The young child had once again decided to cling onto Shane like a barnacle. Shane didnât mind it at all.
âYeah you can handle it. Thatâs why I come over at least twice a month to help you.â
Hayden pouted, looking up at Shane. "You're so mean to me. Plus, we both know the kids love it when Uncle Shane comes over. Especially the little guy you are holding currently," he pointed out.
He had a feeling Shane and Arthur might be similar in ways but it was still a little too soon to tell with Arthur.
Even though the Pike kids absolutely exhausted him every single time, Shane really did enjoy hanging out with them. He never had siblings growing up and having this extended family helped heal something inside him.
He leaned his cheek gently on top of Arthurâs head.
âDonât tell the twins, but Arthur is my favorite.â
"They already know," he whispered loudly and mockingly. "But they don't hold it against you. They know you love them too," Hayden added reassuringly.
"You need more ginger ale," he then asked, reluctantly getting off the floor. He stretched a bit.
Hayden lays himself down at Shane's feet, sighing. "I am so happy you came over to watch the kids with me," he tells his best friend. "Like I can usually handle it just fine and Jackie deserves time away. But today was randomly hard," he whines.
Shane snorted as quietly as he could so that he didnât wake up Arthur. The young child had once again decided to cling onto Shane like a barnacle. Shane didnât mind it at all.
âYeah you can handle it. Thatâs why I come over at least twice a month to help you.â
Hayden pouted, looking up at Shane. "You're so mean to me. Plus, we both know the kids love it when Uncle Shane comes over. Especially the little guy you are holding currently," he pointed out.
He had a feeling Shane and Arthur might be similar in ways but it was still a little too soon to tell with Arthur.
