#I have a handful of time-specific items that I don't want to go poof when I move towns

[thetarotsibling]

LET'S GET TO THE POINT

Okay ! So let's see the intermediate results of the first spell I've done in a *long time* with no memories of what ingredients or spell even mean.

My thought process for this spell was based entirely on ✨vibes ✨.

I want to get deeper in spellwork, which I explored a while back only superficially. I want to experiment with what I have on hand, ingredients and other stuff wise since I'm limited on what I can buy and what I can do (I cannot burn things for example).

Here, my goal was to create a spell to bring me success in my exams. Made the shpill of cleansing my space (my floor) by dancing around and singing, which also put me into the mood to do witchcraft.

Here's what I had on hand for a madeup spell: a lemon, an onion, a tangerine, and other pantry type spices and condiments. I cannot burn things, so what can I do? Enchant an item yipee! But how? Why not accumulate energy somewhere and let the item sip that good ol juice.

And here's when the pringels can comes handy. I do not have jars but it only needs to work as a container, right? I cleaned it, literally and got to work with my ✨vibes✨.

I got the lemon, because yellow looks like success and it also gives energy. I had a tangerine roaming around but did not want to just make a mix of agrumes so I carved a sigil I made for exam success on the peel. I got onion peels too because it was giving me protection and stability against anxiety vibes. I had all my ingredients and my little pringels can. I put everything in it, with specific intent towards each ingredients. I felt it lacked something so I added honey because it gave me prosperity and plentiful result topper vibes.

PHEW. When that got done I mixed everything and then put in my pen with the intent of getting all the good intentions in it. I shook my can every day, keeping my spell in mind.

NOW HOW IS IT GOING FOR ME SO FAR

Now, success, can't say yet. But gosh, energy wise? That is something. Had my first exam this morning so I took my pen out and shook the can one last time. I had a huge burst of energy echoing through me. Don't really know how to describe it but a short burst of me wanting to shake everything and explode kind of burst. It lasted just for a few seconds and then poof.

At first I was going to discard the container but I thought "it's still linked to the pen, so I have to finish the exams before I do anything with it". And here I am, still a week to go. I wasn't exceedingly confident in my abilities this morning so I don't know about the success part. I feel like my pen lost its energy this afternoon, perhaps because I used it for other purposes.

My conclusions for now: I don't think my spell will work for success. But it did accumulate a lot of energy which might be logical if I look at the correspondances of my ingredients and the way I treated my pringels can.

What I learn and how I can go from there: maybe don't go with ✨vibes✨ for the ingredients, and have a specified goal more appropriately fleshed out.

If you read, god you're courageous. See you for other conclusions perhaps...

Starting back into witchcraft with nothing means I did a spell with a pringles' can

[sysig]

I am a vessel and my muse is easily distracted by shinies (Patreon)

[hotjellycow]

𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙹𝚓𝚔

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 18+

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗! 𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒, 𝚋��𝚘𝚠𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜

You said your goodbyes to the last family inside the church and closed the large doors, making sure to lock them. You let out a long sigh of relief that it was finally over and you could relax, as soon as you cleaned up the church. You gathered the books that had been scattered around the rows of seats, whether it be messy children or the forgetful adults that left them there.

You went back to the stand you had just been at since you were the towns priest and had been for a good amount of years, you were a trusted person in many of the church members life and also very attractive to many young ladies.

It was true that many of the women had tried and failed to become your wife due to your status and good looks but you didn't feel yourself attracted to them.

Now you didn't think being gay was a sin but many of the towns people did so you always kept that part of you hidden and you almost convinced yourself you were never gay.

But we all know.

You walked to your office located on the second story of the church building, you sat at your desk and opened up your books to go over some things from that meeting.

As you were reading you could feel a presence in the room, more specifically from behind you, "Toji," you said to the presence behind you. "Aw~ How'd you know," he said appearing in front of you on the other side of you desk, he smiled tooth fully at you.

"You always come to pester me," you said looking up from your reading, "What do you want this time?" you asked, wanting him to just leave you in peace. "You," he said leaning on your desk, "Ah I should've guessed," you said moving your eyes back down to the papers and books in front of you. Toji Fishijuro, the lustful demon that had always tried to flirt with you like that, ever since he suddenly arrive about a year ago from today.

Every sunday after every meeting he would come to bother you, of course you had tried to get rid of the demon with many religious items but he somehow remained. You had accepted the fact he would be there to stay and kept him a secret as to not scare the people of the town.

"Come on (L/n)~" he said laying down on your desk, he had on a lewd outfit that showed almost every part of his body, you glanced up at him for a second before bringing your eyes back down.

"You already know my answer demon," you said writing down some things on you papers, "I know you're attracted to me darling," he said appearing behind you. He wrapped his arms around your neck and put his chin on your shoulder, "Come on baby~" Toji whispered.

You stood up pushing his hands off of you, "I will not be tempted by some sex craved demon!" you said pushing him away, he huffed and poofed on the chair that was in front of your desk. "I don't know why you're so stubborn~ I thought you liked men," he said crossing his arms over his chest.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, of course you thought he was hot but he was a demon and you were a priest. "Look I get that you will not leave but you will not try and make me do whatever sexual acts you have in that dirty mind of yours," you said putting some of your books away in your book bag.

"You can deny my advance but you cannot deny the fact that you also think of 'sexual acts' with me," he smirked. You whipped your head around, "Excuse me!?" you asked baffled, he moved in front of you, "Don't act so surprised, I can feel the lust coming off you when I'm near, the way you stare at my body, if you want me you can just say it," Toji laughed making your face grow red with his accusations.

Your hand shot up to his neck and squeezed making him gasp and his smile falter, "Fine." You pushed him to the ground making him fall onto his knees roughly  with his face in front of your hips, he looked up at you in surprise at your sudden outburst but he soon smirked up to you, "Go ahead, I assume you know what to do," you looked down at him in disgust with a hint of a blush.

"Glad you finally came around," he chuckled before lowering his head back to your pants, he internally smirked at the bulge seen through the fabric, he moved his hands up and zipped down the fly.

Toji pulled your pants along with the your underwear down making your semi hard dick pop out, his eyes slightly widened, 'how the fuck is it bigger than mine, I'm a fucking demon!'  he thought before continuing.

"Shit I didn't know you were this big," he said, his mouth practically drooling with a lustful blush on his face. You looked down at his face as he admired your dick making you embarrassed but also impatient, "Get on with it."

He stuck his tongue out licking the tip of your dick, he dragged his tongue up and down your dick making it harder making it get larger, 'shit its still growing?' Toji continued his movements before taking the large tip into his mouth and sucking, he moaned around your dick at the delicious precum taste.

Your patience grew thin before you grabbed onto his black hair making him glance up at you in confusion, you shoved his head down causing him to take all of you in.

He gagged as tears formed in his eyes at the force, he could feel your precum dripping down his throat making him whimper around you. He made eye contact with you and saw your pleasured face looking down at him.

Toji could feel your hands tugging on his hair for him to continue, he bobbed his head up and down your dick while dragging his tongue over your veins.

You panted at his hot mouth wrapped around you but you could feel he was starting to slow down so you decided to give him a little help. You thrusted in and out of his mouth making him gag and grip your hips, he looked up at you with tears as he let you roughly fuck his face.

"Fuck, cumming," you groaned lowly thrusting harder into Tojis mouth as he sat there with his jaw hanging open before you came, you cum going down his throat. You pulled out of his mouth with cum still dripping from the tip of your dick and onto his face.

Toji gasped while letting out small coughs, he could still taste your cum in his mouth and moved his hand to his face feeling you cum. He looked up at you and licked the cum on his face with his fingers, you couldn't help but stare at his pleasured faced every time his tongue touched your cum. "I didn't know you were so rough~" he smirked making you snap out of it and remember how pissed you were before.

You yanked him by his arm and tossed him onto your desk with his chest pressed up against the wood, you came up behind him and gripped his ass that was seen through his black latex underwear he always wore with the latex top that cut to show his tits.

You pulled the underwear down and tossed them to the side before you spread his ass.

He looked back at you the best he could and watched as you dipped your head down and press your tongue against the rim of his ass. He pressed his head down on the desk and let out short pants, you continued tracing the rim of his ass before pushing your tongue inside of him.

Toji gasped gripping the edge of the table "AH!" he moaned when you thrusted your long tongue all the way inside of him, you rubbed your tongue along his walls before pushing down on small bump of nerves making Toji moan loudly with his tongue out.

"R-Right there!" he shouted making you smile and thrust your tongue on that spot, Toji whimpered while grinding his ass down on your face. Lifting your hand that were squeezing his ass apart you smack his ass making him gasp as a red hand print started to form. You continued thrusting your tongue but by the demons moans you could tell he was about to cum so thrusted harder and pulled out before he could cum.

"H-hey!" he huffed, you just smirked and grinded your dick between his ass cheeks making him gasp again, you then thrusted inside of him roughly. "(Y/n)!" he moaned feeling you completely enter him, he could feel your large dick stretching his ass out more than any other man has.

'Shit, I feel so full' Toji thought but his thoughts were interrupted when you began roughly slamming into him at a fast pace. His tits pressed against the wooden desk as his dick rubbed against the rough surface, "Ah! Yes!~" he moaned feeling your dick constantly abuse his prostate. You had your hands grabbing onto his hips as you thrusted roughly into him.

His ass felt so warm and wet wrapped around you and the sounds of his moans fueled you making you thrust rougher, "Hah~ You're ass feels great!" you moaned. You slapped his ass making him whimper as you continued painting his ass a pretty red color.

"You're dick is s-so fucking big!" he praised gripping the table harder as his thighs shook from your dick roughly thrusting against his prostate.

Toji kept moaning with the sounds of your own groans and your skin slapping against his ass, he smiled with drool and his tongue sticking out. Hearts formed in his eyes as he smiled crazily, he moved his hips back against your hips to make you go deeper inside of him.

"Yes! Y-yes fuck!~" he moaned cumming in between his body and the desk but you didn't stop thrusting into him. You smirked and leaned down pressing your chest against his back, "Is this what you wanted huh? To be fucked by a human until you can't even speak, shit," you groaned in his ear making him nod his head frantically while chanting small 'yes's'.

You then stood up and pulled out of him making him whimper and look back at you, you then lifted his body up to face you and pressed his back to the wall with his legs wrapping around your waist with your hands under his thighs.

You brought his face to yours and pressed your lips against his, intertwining your tongue with his as you began thrusting into him again. He moaned into your mouth before you pulled away and looked into his watery heart filled eyes, small tears and drool on his face.

"Maybe I should've taken your offer earlier, your so hot like this," you whispered in his ear, you looked down and saw his red sensitive nipples bouncing with each thrust. Leaning your head down you took one of his tits inside your mouth and sucked on them, "Wait! I-I'm sensitive there!~ Ngh~!" he moaned grabbing onto your hair.

You gripped his thighs roughly as you mouth was occupied, your thrusts stuttered as you could feel yourself about to cum, "Ah~ shit!" you moaned pulling away from your sucking. You pressed your face between his boobs and left small hickies as you were about to cum.

"Fuck Toji! Cumming~" you groaned loudly thrusting one last time into him releasing your cum filling Toji up. Tojis body shook roughly as he came between your bodies, he shook weakly while holding onto your body tightly as he came down from his own high.

You pulled your now limp dick out with a small drop of cum dripping out, your breathing was heavy as you tried to regain your strength.

You brought Toji over back to the desk and sat him in your chair, "Hey, are you okay?" you asked rubbing his cheeks with your finger, his eyes opened weakly as he nodded, a small smirk on his mouth. "AH I didn't really think this through, we don't have a shower or bed here," you laughed but suddenly you were poofed back in your home with Toji on the bed.

'How the fuc-' ignoring how he knew where you lived and how you magically got there you stood up and was about to leave but Toji then lifted his hands out for you to hold him. "I got to clean you first though" you said but he shook his head, "I'm a demon I'll deal with it later," he said weakly.

"You know for a demon you're not as big and tough as you seem," you laughed to yourself before hugging him back and getting on the bed with him. He pulled you in his chest making his soft tits press against your face but it was comfy.

You laid there with the sleeping Toji and thought to yourself for awhile, 'I just fucked a gay sex demon.'

[averagedoctor]

I don't know how many asks you have... but is there a possibility of a fic based at an airport/on a plane, maybe the reader's never flown before or is afraid of it? I'm going overseas and I've got like a 17 hour flight like the day after tomorrow and I'm not personally afraid of flying, and I remember being on a plane a while ago, but I was just hoping for a bit of fluffiness around that idea? Okay if it comes after I've gone though, will still enjoy it any day. Thanks if you do! :)

OH MAN THIS IS OLD I am terribly sorry because I really had wanted to get this out soon after your flight… except it’s now been 10 months or so since then bUT I hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

11th doctor x reader

Pronouns: gender neutral

Word count: 3,342

TWs: none?

Tagging: @evyiione

Summary: Saying that you’re sort of a nervous flier would be an understatement but luckily there’s a man kind enough to help you on your trip

A/N: The specific hatred and feelings from planes is totally me imposing myself on this story oops

Round trip

All around you, people were rushing about, trying to get to their gates as fast as they possibly could. It was an ungodly hour in the morning and here you were at an airport, people watching to take your mind off things as the clock ticked down. Your flight was in about an hour so you were sitting in the waiting area, luggage at your side. Nerves twisted in your stomach and you felt like you were going to be sick. You hated flying, which made flying alone so much more worse. If there was any other way that you could take this trip, you would do it in a heartbeat.

Flying scared you and you didn’t like the sensations that accompanied it, like your ears popping. You wouldn’t consider yourself claustrophobic, but being in a limited size vessel, in the air, with no actual way of bailing out if necessary, with terrifying. It baffled you that people were able to stand it and more so able to make fun of you for such a “silly fear.” Flying might be the most fastest way to travel, but you would rather ride on the back of a snail than get on a plane.

Checking your phone, you inwardly groaned. Time moved both very slowly and very fast. While you hated waiting, the thing that you were waiting for made it all worse. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, but that wasn’t an easy task. If you had a friend with you, you might be able to, but it was all you this time around. You knew that it would only get worse as the minutes counted down.

In an attempt to distract yourself when people watching stopped working, you gathered your carry on items and began to aimlessly wander. There were a few places to eat and little shops, so you idled your way through them, hoping it would take your mind off your oncoming doom (it didn’t). You tried to drag out the minutes, leafing through boring books and seeing the same tourist gimmicks over and over, but eventually even that was unbearable. Defeated, you headed back to your gate area.

It had been mainly empty when you were sitting there, but with thirty minutes left to go, it was noticeably more crowded. You had been heading for where you were sitting originally, only to find a man in your spot. Frowning, you looked around and found a seat at the end of the same row.

Bouncing your leg up and down, you pulled out your phone and hesitated over the message button. It was so early in the morning that you knew none of your friends would be awake and they would only get annoyed by the messages later. With an uneasy sigh, you slid your phone back into your bag and caught the eye of the man in your seat and noticed how he was dressed.

For such an early hour of the morning, you were surprised at his level of dressiness, and it made you wondered where he was off to to be dressed so nicely. Meanwhile, you (and nearly everyone else around you) were in lazy clothes, like hoodies and sweatpants. You couldn’t fathom how he could stand to be all strung up like that, but there must have been some sort of reason, so you let it go. The clothes you were wearing looked pitiful next to him and you worried that he was judging you on them.

Turning away, you chewed at a nail, your anxiety levels steadily climbing. It was unbearable and you had no way to stop it. It felt as if your impending demise was coming right for you. Your eyes found a clock and located that there were only fifteen minutes left. Fifteen. That’s not enough time for you to be prepared, but, god, you would never be prepared. You wished that your flight was delayed or that some miracle happened and you could just poof your way over there. You would take anything over this. The anticipation was crushing your soul and you knew that the flight itself would be very close to actual death. Your body felt like stone, heavy and unmovable as your heart rate and breathing increased.

Maybe your stress was on high display or maybe your breathing was reaching a loud point of hyperventilation that you were too far gone to notice, but there were some stares and the man next to you scooted over to be a seat away from you.

 “First time?” His voice broke your steadfast panic and washed over you. Whipping your head over, you were startled to find him so close.

“No,” you said through sucked in breath, “no, I’m just a bad flyer. Scares me.” You managed to get out, wincing.

 “Ah.” His eyes softened with compassion. “Do you mind if I…?” He gestured to the seat right next to you and you shook your head, allowing him to scoot over. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled, heat rising to your face. You hated the fact that your fear was now causing a scene and that someone had to take it upon themselves to help you. This was feeling helpless, and that was a feeling you tried to avoid, with your fears especially.

“Nothing to worry about.” He said calmly, a smile on his face.

“At first, I hated flying. I mean, planes? All new and loud and they take so much longer. Of course, only had to be used in emergencies and not all around, but, still.” Glancing at him with a confused look, you thought to open your mouth to ask a question about anything that he had just said, but you closed in when nothing came to mind.

“Longer? They’re the fastest way to travel.” You laughed nervously, coughing slightly from the intake of air.

“Well, to you, yes.” He stated matter-of-factually, saying nothing more on the subject. “But, tell me about yourself a little, ease your mind, relax, like, where are you going?”

“Um, I’m Y/N, and I’m flying out to see a friend of mine. Sort of a get together, it’s been a while, but they live overseas, which is why I haven’t visited before.”

“Oh, that’s lovely! Shame your fear is keeping you back, I could have you there so much faster… but this is more important. Conquer that fear!” He threw a passionate fist up in the air with a grin.

“Ha-ha, yeah…” Your sentence trailed off as the loudspeakers chimed overhead with another announcement. You would be up shortly and that sent all the fading panic right back up into you.

“Oh god, I can’t do this.” You covered your face with your hands, bending over your knees. “I never should have agreed.” Your voice came out muffled from your position and you flinched in surprise when his hand met your upper back with a soothing touch.

“When you get there, it will be so much more worth it. You might be scared of the flight ahead and back, but in between you will get to do so many wonderful things with your friend. Imagine, finally getting to see them again after the ages that it has been. Don’t let something like this slip by you because of fear, Y/N, trust me.”

 “Those are very nice words, sir, but I’m still terrified.” You groaned, rocking back and forth a little bit to try and comfort yourself. Before you or he could get another word in, the dreaded announcement for your fight rang out. Tears welled in your eyes and you found them cascading down your face as you lifted yourself up with resignation. It wasn’t like you could back out of it now, not after you have paid and driven and sat here for so long, but that didn’t mean that you would find any enjoyment in what was about to come. The man stood up with you, hovering by your side as you unsteadily picked up your luggage and pulled out your ticket and other needed credentials. Taking a deep breath, you got in line behind the man and fidgeted with your fingers as it inched forward. He reached the head of the line to a few confused attendants but he whipped out a black wallet looking thing, and that was apparently all they needed to let him through. You wondered what it said because it was just the tiniest bit odd, but there were bigger matters at hand. Handing your ticket over to be checked, you gave a small head nod, and made your way through.

“It’ll be alright.” He said encouragingly but you could only grimace. Stepping onto the plane, you got everything sorted out, put your luggage up, and sat down in your seat. Thankfully, it was a window seat, and even more lucky was that the man you met was next to you for the trip.

“Wow, look at that.” You let out a weak laugh when you were seat belted in. “That’s one in a million.”

“You could say that.” He winked, busying himself with getting himself as comfortable as he could manage. Airplanes weren’t forgiving to those with long legs. The pilot’s voice crackled over the loudspeakers, announcing your impending doom- sorry- your impending take off. Clenching your seat rests with your fingers, you closed your eyes and bit your lips. Your breath was growing faster and you could tell you were losing it. A hand rested gently on yours and his thumb brushed smooth, comforting strokes. Normally, you would freak out if a stranger ever touched you like this but for whatever reason you felt like you could trust him and he was the only person you knew on this flight, regardless that you just met him.

The plane began to take off, rumbling all around you and your body shook. Your ears popped painfully and you dug your fingers in deeper. The world started to fade away from around you until finally the plane evened out. Slowly, you were able to unsqueeze your eyes, now sore from how tight they were shut, and unclenched your hands. Breathing became more calmer and you looked to the man to see him looking at you apologetically.

“All done, for now.” He gave you a smile, removing his hand and fixing his bow tie. You couldn’t find words yet so you only nodded in confirmation.

Steadying your breathing, you took a glance out the window. You couldn’t deny that the view was breathtaking and you felt yourself drifting off. Too emotionally drained, you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

You awoke to a tap on your knee. Opening your eyes, you jolted up in seat, face aflame. In your sleep, you had become slouched up quite tight against the window, your head lolled against the hard material.

“We’ll be landing soon.” The man said in a calm voice, eyes flickering over your face.

“Oh.” You breathed out, sinking down. What went up must come down and you found yourself hating how gravity worked more at this moment than you ever had in your life. With a groan, you facepalmed, your hand sliding slowly down your face. “I can’t do that again.”

“You have to.” He frowned in sympathy. Of course, you had to, there was no other option, but you knew deep in your bones that you couldn’t. Going up was already awful so you already knew that the trip down wasn’t going to be anything fantastic either. Speak of the devil, as you were in the midst of losing your mind again, the pilot made an announcement.

“Hello, this is your captain speaking. We will begin landing procedures in a few short minutes. Please remain in your seat, belted in, and raise your trays back up and prepare for landing.”

 “No, no, no…” You murmured under your breath, shutting your eyes tight once again. Out of need, you clung to the man’s wrist, grip closing around the scratchy fabric of his tweed jacket. He allowed this, to your surprise. The plane began its descent, picking up speed, bumping a small bit, and you sat stock still, terrified. You hyperventilated once more, tears squeezing out of your eyes. It seemed like forever before you felt the jolt of the plane wheels touch the ground.

You could physically feel yourself flooding with relief as you blushed and released the man of your grip.

 “Thank you.” You whispered silently to him, catching your breath. The plane began to disembark, passengers getting up and squaring away their luggage. You stood on shaky legs and retrieved what you had stowed away up above. The line to exit marched slowly out and you steadied yourself on the aisle seats. You had done it, you had truly done it. It was an incredibly horrible experience, but it was all over. Until you had to go back, but you pushed that far from your mind.

After a little while, you got off the plane, said your goodbyes to the man who was so gracious to you, and collected the rest of your luggage. Now, you were just biding your time until your friend came to pick you up. Since the worst part was over, you found yourself able to actually enjoy getting to see them and happy nerves bundled up in your stomach this time. Your phone pinged, notifying you of their arrival. Just as you were getting up to go, the man from the plane suddenly ran up to you.

“Hold on, Y/N!” He called out, panting as he reached your side. “I know you don’t know me well, so this might seem quite sketchy, but call me before you leave for the airport.” He handed you a small, neat business card with nothing but a number written on it. “Trust me.” He pressed it into your hand before turning his back and striding away. “I’m the Doctor, by the way!” He yelled with his back to you, as if it was an afterthought. Shaking your head in disbelief, you looked at the card and tucked it away in your wallet. It was a weird encounter, but he had done a lot for you today. You decided that you would call him up when the time came, but for now, you had a friend to go meet up with.

 After a particularly lovely trip with your friend, you found that the dreaded day had arrived all too quickly. Hugging your friend hard, you wished your friend well and stepped out to the taxi that was waiting for you outside. Just as you were about to put your luggage in the trunk, you remembered the card in your wallet.

“I’m so sorry!” You called to the driver and rushed off, heading down the street and into an alley. Pulling the card out, you found that your hands were shaking, but it was either seeing what this number was about or getting straight onto a plane again. With twitching fingers, you punched the number into your phone and waited for it to ring. The Doctor picked up almost immediately.

“You actually rang! Hello!”

“H-hi,” You stuttered out, “you said to call before…”

“Yes, I did! Give me just a minute!” He exclaimed gleefully before ending the call.

“What? Hello?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Okayyy.” You sighed to yourself, kicking at the pebbles on the ground. A strange sound filled the air and you looked up to find a blue box materializing before your eyes. You let out a started yelp, jumping back, as it came into full. The doors swung open to reveal a very energetic version of the man you met at the airport.

“Y/N!” The Doctor shouted, running up to you, and catching you in an embrace. You were too stunned to move. “Come, quickly!” He ushered you inside the box that he had just popped out of.

“I– I’m not sure that this will fit the both of us and my bags…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find that it will.” He beamed, pushing you in front of him so that you could glimpse the sight for yourself.

“Holy…” You breathed, spinning in slow circles to take everything in. “It’s… it’s…”

“Bigger on the inside?” He quipped, proudly.

“Massive.” You finished, mouth gaping.

“Well, yes, I guess so.” He scratched at his head, sounding a bit distraught you hadn’t come to the same conclusion as him. “But! This is a solution to your problem!” The Doctor grinned at you, stepping in front, arms spread wide, presenting whatever you were in to you.

“What is it?”

“It’s my TARDIS! Time and Relative Dimensions and Space. Basically, anywhere, anytime you can think of is right at your fingertips- more like mine- but you get the picture.”

“So… it’s a time machine.” You dropped your luggage with a thud by the door, walking slowly up to where he was standing in the middle. “Wow.”

“I know you’re a nervous flier, and that the trip back wasn’t anything you were looking forward to, so I figured I’d offer you a second option. Much faster, almost no turbulence, more spacious, and overall much better than any commercial airline.” He patted the machine in what seemed like an affectionate manner.

“But I’ve already paid for the plane ticket…” Your mouth quirked into a frown, feeling defeat.

“Not to worry!” He sprung into action, searching around for a minute, before producing a small envelope from the depths of who knows where. “Here’s the money, and don’t worry, it’s all legitimate, I made a few calls at your expense.” He winked and handed it over to you. Sure enough, inside was a check for the plane fare made out in your name. Looking from the envelope to the Doctor to the envelope to the Doctor, you felt your heart swell with joy. A total stranger, not only offering you a ride in his time machine (a train of thought you would have to get back to at another time) but also getting you your money back. You were incredibly moved by all this kindness that it was now your turn to rush him and squeeze him in a tight hug.

“How can I repay you?”

“No need, just know that you can always call me whenever you need a ride to some place else that would normally involve a plane. Now, let’s get a move on so I can show you the true majesty of her.”

He wasn’t lying about how smooth the trip was. A small bump was hit on the way, but it was over in a matter of seconds, and now you were home. Supposedly. You found that you were filled with nervous energy as you walked towards the doors, a hand tentatively wrapped around the handle. With one simple shove, you opened the door to see that you really were home.

“Oh my god.” Turning, you saw the Doctor with his arms crossed, a content smile on his face. “Thank you.” You gathered up your luggage, lingering by the door.

“Call me, whenever you want, for flights or even for other trips. Don’t be a stranger.” The Doctor said genuinely, wringing his hands. The thought crossed your mind that he was lonely.

“Of course, I will.” His face broke out into a grin and you smiled back in return. Bags secured in your hands, you went to take a step out of the TARDIS and turned around one last time. “I’ll see you around, Doctor.”

“Until we meet again, Y/N.” He tipped his head and went to close the doors behind you as you exited. The sounds of the TARDIS whirring filled the air again and you found yourself turning back. By the time you had, they were already gone. His card was clenched tight in your hand while you walked back to your home, bags thumping along the uneven sidewalk.

The future might be unsure, but you knew with certainty that yours would involve the Doctor. 

[shiyabelleth]

You really don't remember, do you?

Category: Hurt/No comfort Inspired by the angst prompt:  Dark was bullied by Wilford Warfstache when they were both children. Wilford doesn't remember doing it. Enjoy.

Dark sat at his desk, staring out the window, the world around the manor encapsulated, floating in the void. He could flick his wrist and launch an image, but what was the point when the black only surrounded his room? There wasn’t any reason to adhere to anyone but himself in the comfort of his own solitude.

The demon looked down at his tea, sighing slightly as he saw his reflection, his iris flashing blue before getting caught and turning back to its normal color. Damien wanted to see the world, it seems. Dark just sighed and looked back out the window, thrumming his fingers around the teacup on the coaster, a dainty silver spoon resting on a napkin, from where he had stirred a truly absurd amount of sugar into it. It’s a relaxing beverage, Dark, not cotton candy in a cup.

The resonating heat from the little cup did little to warm his ever-so-frozen fingers, or quell his cold touch. He had tested it before by putting his arm in his fireplace. His skin cracked and peeled, but he hadn’t felt a thing but a stark lack of warmth. The demon counted it as a lost cause, but still clung to the little things like a warm cup of tea to try and fix his disposition anyway. It never worked.

Lost in his thoughts, the man didn’t notice the door to his study slip open, or that sweet smell of cotton candy and pure sugar slip in until it was looming over him, followed by an obnoxious pink floof of hair that smelt like berry dye, and a grinning face adorned with another splat of obnoxious pink.

“What’cha lookin’ at, Tall, Dark, and Terrifying?”

The voice next to his ear startled him, and Dark flailed, hitting the cup and sending it flying, spilling the milky liquid across his desk, a distinct crashing and shattering sound echoing with none too soft plinks of glass and porcelain against the hardwood floor. The mess sat as Dark tried to bring himself back into reality, blinking profusely as he willed both Damien and Celine back into his aura, both of them trying to soothe his sudden turmoil, which only stood to make him even angrier, annoyance flickering into his small range of emotions.

Wilford backed away slightly, raising a brow and pulling lightly on his suspenders.

“Didn’t mean to shock you so much, Darky boy.”

Placing a hand on his own chest, the demon calmed his breathing (when did that get so bad?) and got up, scooting the chair back and walking over to the armoire, opening the ornate doors and shuffling through it before grabbing some towels and walking back to the mess he had created stiffly. Wilford looked at the furniture, wandering closer as Dark cleaned up the mess.

The senior journalist opened the cabinet a bit more, peering into the open space, which was stacked neatly, albeit gathering a bit of dust from lack of use, vintage and oddly designed cups and vases resting snuggly on shelves lining the side of it, along with another row of books, and towels in the side doors. There was a kettle, and spoke to hang it over the fireplace that Wilford had only just now noticed was dying down, as if it needed attention, but wasn’t receiving any. Laughably, Warfstache liked comparing his friend to the fire, despite him being so frozen to the touch. If you don’t stoke a fire, it eventually goes down to an ember and suffocates itself with lack of oxygen.

Wilford took a hold of one of the cups, running his fingers over it, a deep ‘D’ engraved on it, along with some rhinestone finish.

“This is probably a bitch to clean,” he thought out loud.

Dark looked up from where he was cleaning the liquid, pausing at what he saw.

“It is,” the Demon replied curtly, going back to his task, although it wasn’t calculated, or collected. He just wanted it done so he could have a reason to tell the Colonel- No! This was Wilford. To tell /Wilford/ to get the hell out of his study. A ringing was beginning to crackle from his aura as Dark scrubbed his desk and the floor.

The pinkstached man blinked as he was assaulted by the horrid screeching of the damned starting to emit from the man crouched over the floor. He seemed upset.

“Hey, pal, you okay?”

“What gave it away, the screeching?”

“You’re scrubbing a spot with no liquid to the point of burning a hole in the floor.”

“...Oh.”

Wilford set the cup back down, wandering back over to the man who was frantically cleaning. He managed to get all the liquid up and began to pick up the pieces of the broken teacup, focusing on items and not the ringing in his ears and head. When his friend laid a hand on his shoulder, however, his finger slipped and a long gash was a result, deep black and red blood dripping from the cut. Dark just stopped moving completely.

“Oh.”

The reporter tilted his head, kneeling down and making to grab the broken glass and remove it himself. Dark gripped his wrist to stop him and Wilford pushed forward, making the demon stumble a bit, not expecting the strength behind it. He fell off to the side and hit the floor with his opposite elbow.

“No need to push,” Dark grumbled as he pushed himself back up.

Wilford grabbed the bloodied glass piece. Dark was still holding his wrist, and his own pink shirt sleeve was darkening with the blood dripping from the gray fingers holding him still.

“You’re much weaker when distracted,” the pinkstached man noted.

Dark stiffened, his grip tightening before relaxing again as his anger spiked and then settled again, blinking a few times as his newly blue iris faded to red before back to grey.

That’s something Dark had to deal with constantly.

Anger.

Damien was pissed.

Celine was pissed.

And Dark was always seething, or fuming, when the two were triggered. This time wasn’t any different, but the Demon had been trying to fight it lately. He had been trying to fight a lot of things lately.

“I suppose you’re right.”

Wilford raised a brow, looking up at his friend, surprised.

“No fight? No harsh remark?”

Dark narrowed his eyes and Wilford laughed a bit in his throat.

“It’s not that I want you to fight me, old friend. I’m just a bit surprised. Reminds me of a bloke I met a long, long time ago. At least, I think I knew him? This old brain isn’t what it used to be.”

Dark was quiet as Wilford went back to picking up the pieces.

“We poked fun at the guy. Sensitive soul. Cried at little things. He broke a teacup once, while I was over. His sister made him leave the room because he was crying. He wasn’t gone but two minutes before he came back in, seething, and did the same thing you did. Cut his finger picking up the pieces, and started crying again. It was a right good show until he got into bawling baby bitch territory.”

The demon bit his lip and let go of his friend, getting up, cradling his injured hand as he hurriedly left the room, not even bothering with the door as he just teleported away from where it was. The fire went out.

He landed in the infirmary, startling the Jims, who were there for a checkup.

Dr. Iplier didn’t even jump as he sensed the other.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Dark?”

“Just came to grab some gauze and medical tape, carry on.”

“Is this for a victim, or for you,” the Doctor replied, not looking up from his notepad, “I don’t want you using my stock for your sick pleasure. It’s to help people you want to live, not delay the pain and then ultimately have them killed. It’s a waste of bandages.”

“Me,” Dark bit out testily.

The doctor seemed surprised.

“Oh, you’re hurt?”

“Yes, but it’s nothing.”

The Jims noticed the blood coating the Demon’s hands, pressed against his abdomen, cradled carefully to avoid it spilling. It looked much worse than it was.

“THE DEMON! HE BLEEDS!”

The Doctor looked up at this, unamused.

“Be quiet, or no treat at the end of this.”

The Jims quieted down, but their eyes didn’t leave Dark’s hands as the Demon, a bit unnerved, walked away from them, shifting through the first-aid kit and grabbing what he needed. Cleaning his wound and disinfecting it with a small hiss through his clenched teeth, the demon worked as if he had treated this specific type of wound before, and it was confusing, to say the least.

“Why do you know how to treat that,” Reporter Jim piped up, unable to hold his tongue. He was always very observant.

Dr. Iplier tsked.

“Google,” the demon lied smoothly.

“Google can treat ouchies?”

“Yes,” the demon lied again.

Dr. Iplier glared at him.

“Stop lying to them, they’re easily influenced!”

“Who said I was lying,” Dark challenged, closing the first-aid kit and shoving it back into its box, observing his newly bandaged hand. Eh, he’d had worse.

The door to the infirmary opened and The Jims barely had time to process anything before Dr. Iplier was shoved toward them and a ball of pink flurry came barreling towards Dark.

Dark yelped as he was grabbed and teleported away in a poof of pink.

The Jims looked at the spot of pink glitter standing where the two men had just been, the box still cracked open from where Dark’s fingers had been latching it shut.

“...Wow…”

“Can we teleport?”

“What if we teleported with fireworks!” Cameraman Jim yelled excitedly.

Dr. Iplier groaned and walked to go clean up the pink glitter mess Wilford adored leaving all over the place.

“You can’t teleport, Jim.”

“Phooey!”

When the two stopped teleporting, they crashed to the floor, Wilford holding the demon down in the tackle he had begun before they were whisked away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Dark growled out, glaring up at the pink menace causing havoc in his normal life.

“Why did you leave so suddenly,” Wilford pushed, sitting back, holding the demon by his arms, pinning them down as he leaned down, staring intently into Dark’s grey eyes. A thin ring of blue and red was dancing around his pupil as the demon thrashed under him.

“Answer me,” he goaded, all sweetness as the journalist spoke. Dark wanted to slap him across the face.

“It’s nothing,” Dark growled, pulling at where his hands were being held down.

“Bullshit, tell me!”

“Let me go!”

“Why are you hiding from me!”

“Wilford, let me go!”

“Not until you tell me what the fuck I did wrong!”

“Let me go!”

“Tell me!”

“WILLIAM, LET ME GO!”

The air that had been building with intense ringing hit an all-time high and the glass in the room shattered, exploding everywhere. Wilford didn’t even care as it flew around him, some even cutting him and his clothing as it flew into the walls. He only cared about the fact that that name sounded familiar, and that Dark had said it.

“What...What did you call me?”

Dark turned off to face the side, cheek resting against the floor as he stared off into nothing.

“Dark...Dark, I’m being serious, old pal, what did you just call me?”

There was no answer, and the pinkstached man was beginning to tighten his grip on the other to get a reaction. Dark couldn’t feel the warmth of his hands, and Wilford’s own fingers were freezing from the prolonged contact.

“...Dark, please.”

The demon turned to face him again, just staring up at him dully.

“William. I called you William. I had a client with the name, once upon a time. It’s a slip of the tongue.”

Something warm and wet dripped down his face and landed on the demon’s, sliding into the crook of his neck as he stared boredly right back. His eyes were grey, bordering on black, no blue or red anywhere to be seen. This was all Dark.

“You really don’t remember, do you?”

Wilford blinked, a few more tears escaping.

“Remember what?”

“William. Damien. Celine. Abe. Benjamin. Mark. You don’t remember anything, do you?”

The aura was coming back.

“I don’t...What are these names, Dark?”

A few more tears fell and Dark began pushing himself back up, Wilford being pushed back as Dark loomed over him.

“The Colonel.”

Wilford cried a little more, confused as he scrubbed at his pinkening cheeks.

“The Mayor.”

“Dark, what-”

“Who do you think that kid was, William?”

“I-I’m not-”

“That was your best friend, Colonel.”

“D-Dar-”

“That bawling baby bitch. That was Damien.”

Wilford began backing away, Dark crawling right after him.

“You’re frightening me, ch-chap.”

“Do you want to know why he cried?”

Wilford backed away more.

“It reminded him he was human.”

Dark loomed closer.

Wilford refused to look at him, shaking now, tears trailing down his burning face, salt irritation turning the pigment violent pink against the tan complexion.

“It reminded him he could feel more than anger and loneliness.”

Dark tilted his head, his eyes were bright blue right now, as was most of his aura, Celine having stepped back to let Damien have this. Dark hooked his fingers under his chin and forced him to look up.

“Look at me, dammit!”

The journalist finally opened his eyes and more tears left him.

“That child. Was me.”

Dark shoved him away.

"I would give /anything/ to feel that sadness again."