#I’m so over the humidity 🥲

[keri-mcberry]

🍂

[ervotica]

hot rod — a.donaldson & p.zweig

pairings; art donaldson x fem!reader, patrick zweig x fem!reader, art donaldson x patrick zweig

summary; patrick comes to visit you and art at college. he finds college life is a lot more adventurous than once anticipated

warnings; mdni, 18+ only, SMUT, threesome, overstim, oral (m receiving), sub leaning!reader and art, more dom leaning!patrick, established throuple, polyamory

a/n; i’m not so sure how i feel about this tbh. i love the dynamic though so i pushed through even when it got away from me a little🥲 there will be another drabble for older!art and his pretty girl soon!!

you and art fuck until you’re brain dead and passed out from exhaustion. always have. neither of you possess an off switch, and when patrick’s not there to rein the pair of you in, things get a little… messy.

his cum is dried in your hair, the sticky substance smeared across your cheek, his knuckles still wet with slick.

patrick walks in, full belly laughs and peels you from art’s sweat soaked form, gives your cheek a pinch when you stir and whine.

he doesn’t clean you up because he likes to leave you naked whenever he has the opportunity — which is more often than not. seriously, you two need close supervision.

he just carries you with him to that shitty little armchair in art’s dorm, the room still stinking of sex and the humid summer air clinging to your skin; art shines with perspiration where he’s face down on the bed.

pat makes do with the lack of room, hooking a bare leg over the backs of your thighs until you’re squeezed snugly against his torso, face smushed to his chest. you’re snoring, and it makes patrick smile, slumping down in his chair to rest his lips against your cheekbone.

you wake slowly, eyes sticky and crusted over with exhaustion. your face is almost nestled beneath patrick’s armpit where you’ve been writhing in slumber and you grumble at the scent of sweat, layered with cheap aftershave. his hard-on presses to the center of your stomach and you can feel everything— the curve it makes now it’s hard and weeping, the feel of the spongy head, the vein that runs through the middle.

“you smell, pat,” you grumble, reaching up blindly to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth and take a long pull from the stick.

“yeah, well you’re not so hot yourself, babe. the whole room reeks.” he reaches down to tug on a loose strand of hair at the crown of your head. “there’s cum in your hair.”

“not my fault.” you stretch upward like a cat, curling into patrick’s chest. “where’s art gone?”

“still sleeping, baby.” he lights another cigarette, sacrificing the first one to you - still resting between your lips - and the clicking of the lighter draws your head upward to gaze through heavy lashes at him.

“come to bed,” you murmur, kissing his knuckles. your free hand coasts a long line across his jaw and you dig your thumb beneath his ear, giggling when he scrunches his features and relents, and pushes you to stand with a swat to your naked backside.

art curls into you instinctively when you roll onto the mattress, your hand threading through the curls atop his head. you scrub sweeping circles across his bare back and he hums a pleased sound, smearing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. patrick splays himself over the pair of you, all long limbs that sit askew to cover as much of your naked frames as possible.

art squints through the yellow light that illuminates the room, bright and artificial on his sensitive eyes. your movements against him don’t halt, a slow, rhythmic, loving sweep of your hands that he’s come to look forward to in moments like this. his jaw tilts upward as he mouths at your neck like a starved man, like you haven’t just gone five rounds and collapsed from overstimulation.

“you two need supervision,” patrick snorts. you quirk a bemused brow. “i’m serious, look at what you’ve done to each other! you look like you’ve been mauled.”

“jealous, much?” art mumbles sleepily, the sound muffled through your skin. you’re laughing and it splits your expression in two, eyes crinkled with amusement as the strawberry blonde boy snipes at patrick.

“should’a come to college with us, pretty boy,” you giggle. “could’a had this twenty four seven.” you dip your head until your brow presses to art’s. “poor pat, with no one to stick his dick in. how will he ever cope?”

“you could help me out, sweets,” he deadpans, the nickname saccharine and sour on his tongue all at once. art watches you through heavy lids. you huff, biting playfully at art’s lip before you tilt your head to face patrick,

“okay,” you chirrup. art’s quick to sit up, separating from your warmth in favour of nuzzling against patrick. patrick tips his chin down, slanting his lips against the blonde boy’s.

meanwhile, you’re working his cock through his shorts, palming the muscle until it chubs up beneath your hand, drooling a wet patch through the fabric. patrick groans, hips rolling up into your touch when you hook your fingers beneath his waistband and tug his cock free.

he moans into art’s mouth and your mouth goes dry at the sight. you’ve always loved to watch them like this, the way they get lost in each other, the way they start fervently pushing into one another’s space until patrick inevitably makes the first move and sticks his tongue down art’s throat.

patrick turns to putty beneath art’s roaming touch, huge paws that squeeze and grope and push at every inch of skin they come into contact with, not stopping even as you press your face to the seam of patrick’s balls, inhaling the sweat-soaked musk that creeps up your nostrils.

art’s hand snakes downward, flicking over pert nipples and ridges of muscle before he’s flicking a thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. patrick’s back bows into an arch as you lave your tongue over his sack, humming into the sensitive skin, full and heavy and begging for release. his hips rock upward into you as you seal your lips over him, eyes heavy with lust as art comes down to meet your mouth over his mushroom head.

it’s filthy and messy, downright pornographic as art licks over patrick’s cock, tongue pressing flat against the corner of your mouth and letting his spit pool there. you’re moaning - unable to help yourself - pressing your face forward to slant your lips over art’s fully. it’s all spit and drool as you lick into art’s mouth, the heady taste of the brunette boy still on your tongue, and then patrick’s bracing a hand against each of your heads and easing his cock through the seam where your spit slick mouths mesh.

you gasp and your damp lashes flutter, heavy with tears, and art’s tugging you frantically by your waist, pressing your bare chest to his own as patrick throws his head back and groans, shallow thrusts deepening. his breath stutters out in short, sharp bursts, chest heaving when your face slides down, down, down, all the way to the base of him until your pretty plump lips are wrapped around his sack.

you suck it into your mouth just as art takes patrick down his throat, the head of his cock bulging through the hollow of art’s throat as spit stretches and bows from the corners of his lips and lands in globs across your face.

you’re too drunk on the pleasure to care, the vibrations of your little sounds shooting right through patrick until you feel his balls tighten; he groans, long and loud, pushing closer to the pair of you as his cock pulses rhythmically and he releases down art’s throat.

you push your way through until your mouth is on art’s again, tongue licking into his mouth to taste patrick, wanting to be marked, claimed by both of them. his lips part, nose pressing to your cheek, and then he’s lifting you into his lap, his cock an angry red and pressed to the seam of your thigh.

patrick groans. there’s no fucking way he’s hard again.

“no more, you horndogs!”

[arixella]

hi! i saw you were looking for angst requests and i thought about your last post with zoro. maybe reader and him were in a relationship before getting separated and the meeting/reunion turns angsty instead? like idk maybe he wants to take a break from the relationship and reader didn’t expect that

thanks ♡

Thank youuu for this request! This was hurting me while writing🥲

Seeing Zoro after the 2 year timeskip💔

Pairing: Zoro x GN! reader Contains: angst Wc: 810

The air on Sabaody Archipelago was humid, thick with the tension of reunions and anticipation. The two years apart had felt like a lifetime. You’d spent every day wondering what Zoro was doing, if he was safe, and whether he thought about you as much as you thought about him.

You had been in a relationship before the crew’s separation—a bond that had been as steady and unyielding as the man himself. Though he wasn’t the type to wax poetic about love, his actions had always spoken louder than words. The way he’d tilt his head toward you when you talked, the rare but genuine smiles he reserved just for you, and how he’d stand a little closer during battles, ready to shield you from danger.

But now, as he approached the Thousand Sunny, something felt... off.

You spotted him before he saw you. His green hair was as unruly as ever, his body broader, more imposing, with that deep scar slashing across his left eye. He looked every bit the warrior you remembered, but there was a heaviness in his steps, a tightness in his jaw that made your heart clench.

“Zoro!” you called, rushing toward him.

His eye flicked to you, and for a split second, you saw something flash in his gaze—relief, maybe—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Y/n.” His voice was steady, but it lacked the warmth you’d been aching to hear.

You slowed as you reached him, uncertainty creeping in. “It’s been so long,” you said, trying to keep your voice light despite the unease blooming in your chest. “You look... strong.”

He gave a curt nod. “You look good too.”

The formality of his words made your heart sink. This wasn’t the Zoro you knew. Something was wrong.

“Zoro, are you okay?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before meeting yours again. “We need to talk.”

Your stomach twisted. That was never a good way to start a conversation. “Okay,” you said cautiously. “What’s going on?”

Zoro crossed his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable. “I’ve been thinking... about us.”

“Us?” Your heart pounded in your chest, a cold dread creeping up your spine.

He exhaled sharply, like he was steeling himself for a fight. “During these two years, I had one goal: to get stronger. To make sure I could protect everyone—protect you. But...” He paused, his eye narrowing slightly. “I can’t let myself get distracted.”

“Distracted?” you repeated, your voice trembling.

“I need to focus on my goal,” he said, his tone firm. “On becoming the greatest swordsman. And... being in a relationship... it’s—”

“A distraction?” you finished for him, your voice cracking.

Zoro flinched at the pain in your tone but didn’t deny it.

You took a step back, shaking your head. “I waited for you, Zoro. For two years. I thought about you every day, wondering if you were safe, if you missed me as much as I missed you. And now you’re telling me you want to take a break?”

His jaw clenched. “It’s not about you, Y/n. This is about me. I can’t afford to lose focus—”

“Don’t do that,” you interrupted, anger and hurt bubbling to the surface. “Don’t act like this is all for some noble cause. If you didn’t want this anymore, you should’ve just said so.”

“It’s not that simple,” he snapped, his voice rising for the first time.

“Isn’t it?” you shot back, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. “You made me believe we had something worth holding onto, and now you’re throwing it away because you think love makes you weak?”

Zoro’s fists tightened at his sides, his expression conflicted. “I’m not throwing it away,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I just... I need time. I need to be sure that when I’m with you, I can give you everything you deserve. And right now, I can’t do that.”

Your chest ached at his words, but the anger was still there, a protective shield against the heartbreak threatening to consume you. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve, Zoro. You don’t get to make this decision for both of us.”

He looked away, his silence cutting deeper than any words could.

The pain was overwhelming, but you refused to let him see you break. “Fine,” you said, your voice trembling but firm. “If that’s what you want, I won’t stand in your way. But don’t expect me to wait around again.”

Zoro’s eye snapped back to yours, a flicker of regret crossing his face. “Y/n—”

“Good luck, Zoro,” you said, cutting him off. Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked away, your vision blurring with tears you refused to shed.

Behind you, Zoro stood frozen, his hands clenched into fists. He had always prided himself on his strength, but in that moment, he felt the weight of a different kind of loss—a wound that no amount of training could heal.

♡♡♡

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Just fluff, heart-wrenching fluff

Notes: Okay, so. Last Sunday in my most graceful hour, I dislocated and subsequently fractured my thumb🙂 I also hated what I originally wrote and spent all week re-writing and re-writing this scene. I hope this isn’t trash and you guys like it, I’m so sorry for the delay on this one🥲

Word Count: 1614

Series Masterlist

• April 1st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Ten o’clock on the dot, as promised, a knock on the front door draws me from my reverie. I’d spent the last 30 minutes after getting ready, lost in my head on the couch. Surely today’s talk with Jasper won’t end badly, god I hope not.

Swinging the door open, my eyes snap to his and a smile takes over my face on instinct. “Hey.”

“Good morning, darlin’.” The way his accent wraps around that familiar term of endearment will always make me weak in the knees.

He almost completely blocks my view but bright yellow behind him just barely snags my vision-is that?

“Did you-?”

“Borrow my sister’s apology gift? Yes, it’s a little bit too wet for a bike ride, sweetheart.” Turning to look at Alice’s car, he misses the blush heating my cheeks at the memory of the last time I was on his motorcycle, holding him close.

“Fair enough.” I turn to snag my coat from the hook near the door before closing and locking it.

His outstretched hand helps be down the front stairs before leading me to the passenger side of the beautiful Porsche. Beautiful is an understatement for this piece of machinery, I hate to even ruin the floor mats with my wet shoes.

“Alice chose her gift wisely, Edward did good.” Jasper chuckles slightly at my comment as I lower myself into the seat and he shuts the door gently, cocooning me in silence momentarily until his door opens.

“What she did for him - to save him, this was the least he could do.” Watching him start the car, I realize it’s a manual transmission.

He smoothly shifts it into reverse to exit my driveway before shifting again to leave the neighborhood. My brain stutters a little as I watch him maneuver the car, god - is everything this man does going to be ridiculously attractive?

“Where are we going?” I manage to drag my gaze from his hand and I’m caught, he smirks like he fucking knows.

“Since everyone is home, we’re going somewhere with privacy.” A shiver trickles over my skin quickly even though I’m wearing a coat, somewhere with privacy.

Excitement begins to bubble up in my chest and I opt to watch the trees as the pass by quickly outside my window, trying and probably failing to hide my own smirk.

Jasper

Easing the car to a stop, I watch as the realization of where we are dawns on her.

“Our spot!” A breathtaking smile overtakes her face as she turns to me quickly and I’m stunned, it’s like I’m staring at an angel incarnate, gorgeous.

I chuckle and exit the vehicle, excitement and pure joy flow from her unmitigated and I smile to myself, letting her emotion wash over me like waves gently lapping at the shore.

I barely graze the door handle with my fingers before her impatience at my lack of speed flings the door open. The moment I met her quickly flashing through my mind before I catch the door, stopping it from snapping back closed in her face. “Darlin’-” I tease her, but I’m not the object of her focus.

“This view really is unfair.” Her voice is gentle as she brushes past me and closes in on the railing at the edge, protectiveness flaring in my chest at her proximity to danger.

Sporadic, gloomy clouds dot the ridge line, but the scenery is bathed in a wetness from the rain that highlights the deep tones of the forest. The air is crisp and humid, clean but also heavy with the scent of drenched wood.

“It is.” But I’m not talking about what’s beyond, I’m looking at her.

She turns at my comment and realizes my words since my eyes never leave hers, a warm blush floods her face and I quickly remove the distance between us, my finger under her chin to stop her from hiding bashfully.

“No hiding from me, not this beautiful face.” I whisper as my eyes dance along the planes and contours of her. Her joy increases tenfold and I swear it gives me a new life, she gives me new life.

I kiss her quickly even though it goes against every fiber of my being not to take my time with her mouth, but we’re here for a purpose. For a conversation long overdue.

Jasper

Taking a deep breath and a step backwards to keep my head on straight, I dig down to my very core - somewhere no one else has been, and begin.

“To know me is to hate me - to hate me like I hate myself. I hate what I am at a cellular level. I can’t be a normal guy in love with a normal girl. I can’t allow myself to be caught up in you, your scent, your touch. I have to keep myself in check, I can’t let my thoughts or feelings run away from myself with you near. I can’t seduce you in ways I wish I could without the fear of hurting you.” A deep breath in and out, my throat is raw for the first time in a very long time, like the words bubbling up are burning. “And because I hate what I am, I hate who I am. I’m a monster that killed without complaint or a second thought for so long. It withered away at my soul, at my very core. It changed me entirely, I can’t rewind and get that version of myself back.” I swallow hard. My fingers run furrows through my hair, my skin is fucking crawling. “So how am I supposed to let you love someone like myself? How do I tether an angel like you, to a demon like me? How do I ask you to compromise yourself to fit into my world? Because you have to bend to me, you have to keep my secrets and give up so much of a normal life just to be mine. How do I ask that of the person I hold in highest regard? In the chance you choose this life, choose to change - you’re giving up on moving forward, having children, grandchildren, growing old with someone you love, staying in the lives of your loved ones, the list goes on and on and on. You could potentially come to resent me and darlin’, I wouldn’t survive that.” I pause, letting the words ruminate.

I feel slightly human again, breathing like I’ve run for miles. And I have, I’ve been outrunning this horrible inner monologue for one-hundred and forty-three years. Alone.

Until now. Until her.

Reader

I-I’m stunned. He can’t possibly think all of these things about himself, not this absolute gentleman, this tender and kind man?

“To get to know me-to love me, is a death sentence. I’m a walking liability, I’m not safe. With everything I’ve done, I’m a monster.”

“You are no such thing-” he opens his mouth to interrupt, but I’m quick to stop him. Giving him an encouraging smile I ask, “Let me get this out?”

His eyes are desperate and hanging on for dear life waiting for what I have to say.

“To know you is to love you, Jasper. You are so many things, but a death sentence - a liability, isn’t any of them. Nobody is safe in this world and I’m certainly safest when I’m with you.” Happy tears prick at my eyes as I dredge all of these feelings up, words he should’ve heard a lifetime ago. “And above it all, you. Are. Not. A. Monster. In any shape or form, Jasper Hale. You had a master manipulator as a creator, and she twisted you until you couldn’t take it anymore - until you had to run away. Monsters don’t feel remorse, regret, or empathy. This right here - what you’re feeling when you look inwards, is proof enough that you are not this terrible horrible thing incapable of giving or receiving love.” I smile up at him, so relieved to get this off my chest, “And if the last six months is anything, it’s proof that I don’t want this life if you aren’t in it. It’s insanity to even suggest that I could love anyone else a fraction of the amount that I love you, even more so to insinuate I’d ever build a life with anyone other than you. So no, I don’t care about any of those things, not if I can’t have you.”

I can see the racing thoughts behind the storm in his eyes, the war my words have waged on the inner monologue he’s had for most of his life. I don’t expect to change his way of thinking instantly, but all I’m looking for is just a ripple, a slight shift in the tide, something to work with and build over time because I’m not fucking going anywhere.

This man deserves someone to fight for him and I was meant to dawn this armor.

Jasper

“You have to know that you have an out, you don’t have to do this.” She’s stepping forward to cup my face and the depth of her eyes has me in a trance.

“I’m already all in, I’ve been in since the moment I met you. Stop offering outs, no amount of harsh truths are going to scare me away. It’s me and you.” She says it with such conviction my breath stutters.

“Me and you?” Unreal, this anchor holding me to earth, this angel willing to brave this life with me.

“Always.” She confirms my fate - our fate, like a simple fact. Short and sweet, just like her

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[aheathen-conceivably]

Hi friend! 🌱, 🍄, 🌲 for the ask game. Hope you're having a wonderful day!

Hehe, hello! It been quite peaceful over here. I hope it’s treating you well too ☺️

🌱 Seedling: What is something you want to begin learning? 

Heathenhubs and I are really trying to learn French together. We each have grandparents who can still speak some Cajun French, and it’s a big part of both our heritage that we’d like to keep alive in some way. Luckily we have a little background in it from school, but it’s been so long that it’s really just a matter of buckling down and putting in that effort again!

🍄 Mushroom: What is a quote you find comfort in?

I answered this one in another ask! But Tumblr still won’t let me link posts 🥲

🌲  Pine: Do you prefer the cold, or the heat?

Oh, man. Imma be difficult on this one…

Overall? The heat, no doubt. Once it hits about 40 degrees, I’m hibernating. I don’t want to go outside, I don’t want to move, I don’t want to exist. And the snow?! Oh no, my babes. I cannot do snow. The few times I’ve been in real snow (like requires layers) my nose is bleeding and I’m crying 😂

BUT! If it’s a question of “Louisiana cold” vs “Louisiana heat”, then my answer is def cold. Just because it’s all relative, you know? Like everyone’s idea of too cold or hot is so influenced by what you’re used to. Louisiana heat is totally just as miserable as cold to me, and for like three months you really can’t go outside either. But our cold? Usually it’s never below 30, with amazingly clear skies and enough humidity to keep your skin from feeling dry and gross.

[lymtw]

🎺🎺🎺mal the second has come🎺🎺

I saw you talking about winter and I couldn’t hold myself back HII

I’m actually so excited for this fall/winter because I hate the heat sososo much and this summer was good for me until august started. stupid month. no amount of words can describe how much august is a cursed month for me and how much I hate it😭

my country’s been at war for a while so there’s a lot of tension in the country BUT FOR SOME REASONS, IN MY HEAD, fall OR winter coming will solve all my problems TT

wearing warm clothes, drinking hot chocolate, christmas and halloween vibes😫 and as gloomy as they are, cold college mornings 🙏

that was so random but yeha have a good day <3

Omg it's Mal 🫡 ✨Hiiiiii Mal hiiiii ☺️✨

Feel free to chime in whenever you want! I could talk about winter all day every day. I'm with you on hating hot weather. Ughhhhh I get so frustrated and I have to work extra hard to stay calm and composed around people who don't deserve my wrath 😭

I really hope you're okay. Please take care of yourself. I'm so happy to hear that you have such a positive and optimistic mindset about the upcoming seasons 🥹💙 I hope the transition from Summer to Fall is good to you 🫶🏼 I know lots of people get sick with the change from hot temperatures to colder ones, but I hope that part skips you entirely and that you only get the best of these upcoming seasons 😚

Ugh you're making me miss Halloween and Christmas and they still haven't happened yet. I'm gonna wear all my sweaters and take so many walks when it's cold and windy and when it starts raining 🥰 *WHIPLASH* UghHGHH I'm already dreading Summer 2025 😭 I'm MISERABLE just thinking about it 😭 Mosquitos... flies... sweat... humidity... SUN???? RAAAAAHHHH I DON'T WANT TO 😭😭😭 I'm really throwing a tantrum over this 😔

I'm done 🥲 Please pop in more often, Mal! We love having you here. Have so many amazing days! 💙

[priscila-runs]

I recently read a super helpful article in Runner’s World Magazine on this idea of “Advanced Balancing,” the idea of balance being that the right mix of training and recovery is what gets you in peak fitness for top marathon performance. From the article I’ve gathered lots of great info on what details to monitor about myself over time to justify any adjustments to my training plan:

Weight (avoid weight loss) morning heart rate (not too high), environmental conditions (heat is a big bitch so don’t be hard on yourself when it’s 85•F and humid and your pace is not your best), hours of sleep (the more possible the better), quality of sleep (be silent, be still), diet quality (high carb intake, avoid greasy), hydration level (I’m really bad about this one), muscle soreness (you’ll be sore often because that’s just the nature of training but any increased soreness is a sign of illness or overtraining), energy level (if you’re always tired/fatigued, something’s off). So basically I should be wired to one of those hospital machines at all times lol. My friend and I were talking yesterday about how the irony of extreme sports is that those who do them are actually very calm people. And it all makes sense now—it’s because an insane amount of balance is imperative to achieving the freakishly absurd like running faster than cheetahs or diving deeper than fkn whales (we were discussing free-diving in our conversation) (for absolutely no reason other than to see if we can). Anyway, I digress.

The big thing the article stresses is to avoid monotony in a training plan—which is something I nipped in the bud right away in my own training. At the beginning of this whole thing, my training plan/routine of five days of 8mile pace runs quickly wore me out making me feel generally fatigued & uninspired, to the point of dreading my workouts. This can’t happen, i said, so I: made room for one full day of rest, added strength sessions, swapped some days around to accommodate life (family trips and unexpected events), and made peace with skipped workouts because well I’m human and life happens. So far the adjustments have led to big improvements in my performance and overall mindset to running. 🔥

On that note, I’ve made some more changes to my plan today which I think will help bring down my overall time muahaha: IE, moved up from one to now 2 speed workouts per week between week 15 and week 20. Hopefully my latest set of plan adjustments will reap more rewards 🥲 I’m also running a time trial half in November where I’m aiming for 8:30 min. LFG 😈

[ghost-bard]

Keres meeting one of the prime defenders exept I just took 3 melitonin gummies and cold

it was a nice night, summer brought warmth and humidity to new heaven that reminded them so much of home. Keres shrugged on a light cardigan as they left the gas station ,grabbing themselves a drink as they walked ,finding themself to a farmiliar building,rickety stairs leading up to a roof that they frequently spent time on,the stairs creek slightly under their weight as they step into the roof,sauntering their way over to the edge and taking a seat,legs dangling above the bustling city below. Their hand reached to their drink when they heard the steps creak again,they looked up to see a figure stumble up,bright red hair pulled back by a bandana,Keres could see the figures shoulder shake as they seemed to clutch at their clothes. Keres stood up wearily drink forgotten as they slowly approached the person,they appeared to be around the same age,as Keres got closer,they could hear soft hiccups coming from the person, and as their eyes made contace Keres gave an attempt at a comforting smile,keeping their voice down as they spoke “hey..” their said softly,the red haired person gave a soft hiccup as they rubbed their eyes violently. Keres rested a gentle hand on his shoulder before speaking again “do you need to sit down,?” They asked,the boy nodding and they lead him to sit down,the boy burying his head in his hands as Keres kept an arm on his shoulders. Keres hesitated before asking “what’s wrong” they asked,the boy hiccuped softly,leaning closer “ ‘ts too loud..my friends are too much..” he croaked out,l as Keres gave an empathetic hum ,reaching into their bag and digging around,giving a soft cheer as they pulled out their headphones,they always kept a spare for when they needed,they put them over the boys head ,and he gave a soft hum of appreciation. After a while his crying seemed to subside as Keres kept an arm around him. It was silent when the boy stood up,handing the headphones back to Keres,they hesitated before speaking “I’m..im Keres by the way “ they said ,awkwardly,the boy smiled “I’m Dakota,I’ll see ya later” his voice had a lightness to it as he headed down the stairs,and as he left Keres looked back at the city,holding the headphones in the hands

Fuck

🥲 poor dakota

[dolce-peach]

soft and honeyed

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: you and obi-wan are frequent battle partners during the clone wars. after a battle, the two of you head back to the jedi temple for some much needed rest -- and a much needed bath.

warnings: just obi being soft, implied nudity but nothing too graphic sorry

a/n: my obi-wan obsession has resurfaced 😆 pls enjoy this lil blurb of fluff and comfort bc THE MAN NEEDS IT 🥺😭 also feel free to leave some requests if you want, as i'm literally drowning in my obi feels LMAO 🥲

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You sat down heavily in your seat, a sigh surfacing as you sank into the mostly unforgiving cushion, but to you, it was the most comfort you had in weeks. Feeling the cool air of the cruiser’s interior as it sped through cold space, you quickly realized you were so used to the planet's rather warm and humid atmosphere.

A familiar presence settled in the seat beside you. Obi-Wan. You glanced over to see his eyes closed with exhaustion.

He was a determined fighter, often pushing his energy past the limit. It was often your job to make sure he didn’t overwork himself, but you didn’t mind. Something about you mothering him was like therapy for you.

“Get some rest,” he said, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, fixing your gaze on the grey ceiling. “Watching you rest is good enough for me. Besides, I don’t sleep well in space.”

He chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll sleep for days when we get back to the temple.”

“That’s if we’re not shipped off somewhere else,” you lamented. “Do you think home has changed?”

You could almost feel his brow furrow. “Changed? In the course of a few weeks?” he said. “I doubt it. Home could actually do with some change. I bet they still haven’t fixed the flood in the ladies’ bathroom.”

Groaning, you elbowed him. “All I want is a bath. If it’s still flooded, I’m blaming you.”

It was light banter like this that got you through those weeks, and even the battles before that. It seemed like only yesterday the two of you were made Jedi knights and quickly charged head on into a war no one was ready for.

Not that you weren’t ready. You had been ready to face the trials for a while, but because nearly the entirety of the Jedi Temple seemed to be recruited, you felt unsteady suddenly being knighted. You were sure Obi-Wan felt the same, defeating a Sith lord and then being burdened with the responsibility of a Padawan.

The two of you heavily relied on each other to watch each other’s backs, and keep each other sane. Being engulfed in battles all the time was enough to make your head spin. The sound of blasters that always seemed to frighten you became white noise.

When you finally arrived back at the temple to debrief with the Council, you felt yourself relax a little as you walked through the halls. But at the thought of standing in a meeting room for at least an hour, you sighed.

The work was never done.

“Do we have to go see the Council?” you rhetorically asked grumpily. “Can’t we just meet tomorrow?”

Obi-Wan gave you a nod. “You can go wash up. I’ll give the report.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

He sighed. “Well, you did save my life at the end there...again.”

“I suppose I did,” you laughed. “That makes five, I believe.”

Rubbing his beard in thought, he smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “Right. Five.”

You flashed a wide grin. “Well...if you insist on debriefing with the Council alone, then I guess I’ll get a head start on some much needed rest.” You playfully saluted. “See you around, General.”

The Jedi master nodded, his funny crooked grin appearing through his beard as he echoed the greeting. “General.”

Excitement filled you as you sped through the halls to your room to gather some things for a bath. It was a silly thing to be thrilled over, but if there was one thing you learned, take advantage of the tiny joys while you can.

And you knew you were going to enjoy it.

Humming while you practically skipped to the communal bathroom, you stopped dead in your tracks as you felt still water beneath your bare feet. You lifted your gaze to see the sunlight falling through the windows, reflecting on the water that covered the large tub and the floor surrounding it.

You could almost hear Obi-Wan’s laughter as you stood there, frozen and dejected.

You made a mental note to strangle him later.

With another heavy sigh, you walked out across the hall to the men’s room, fuming. You couldn’t care less if anyone was in the room. To your pleasant surprise, there wasn’t a single soul.

It wasn’t long before you filled the tub with scalding water and plenty of bubbles.

Sinking into the bath was by far the best feeling in your life. You wasted no time scrubbing layers of dirt and grime from your skin before you closed your eyes and lay in the tub, letting the steam fog the air.

“So I take it the other room’s still flooded.”

As you opened your eyes, Obi-Wan stood above you. “You and I both know that I desperately need this bath.” You crinkled your nose in annoyance. “Don’t forget, I still blame you.”

“Oh, I know,” he mused.

To your surprise, he began to undo his belt before shrugging off his robes, revealing his rather lean figure. He’d always been a rather conservative person ever since he was a youngling, but you guessed that living together in the most unpredictable circumstances made him more comfortable around you.

Scars carved his shoulders like constellations, including some new flesh wounds from flying shrapnel and rogue bullets. You admired his torso for another moment before closing your eyes, letting the heat of the water soak through your skin.

You could hear him shuffle and kick his boots off before joining you in the tub with a quiet splash.

Looking over, you saw him sink further into the water with a groan. “Too hot?” you asked.

He shook his head with a content smile. “It’s perfect.”

You smiled, gathering your robes. “I’ll leave you to it, then. The Council would have a fit if they knew I was in here.”

“Let them,” Obi-Wan replied, preoccupied with bubbles. “Just stay and rest. You deserve it.” He flashed a quick wink. “It’s not like anything’s going on.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Obi-Wan Kenobi?” you laughed. You hesitated before settling back in the water again. “Speaking of the Council, how was the meeting?”

His blue gaze flitted towards you. “Oh, nothing exciting. They seemed pleased,” he sighed. “They’re thinking of sending us elsewhere in a few days.”

“Of course,” you said, giving a bitter smile. “We’re in the middle of a war. We haven’t the time for anything else anymore.” You leaned your head against the edge of the tub, your gaze on the window above. “This was never supposed to happen. I mean look at us, we’re military leaders now.” You shook your head. “I wish it would just end soon.”

He inhaled deeply. “Me too.”

You turned back to look at him before you found yourself rubbing spots of dirt and grime away on his cheek. He seemed to melt into your touch, closing his eyes as your thumb found more marks on his forehead. Your touch was soothing and rhythmic.

You stifled a laugh, earning a small, somewhat annoyed, “What?”

“You’d think you rolled down a rocky hill into a pile of dirt, not battled thousands of droids,” you said, your thumb brushing over his brow to the top of his cheekbone. “You’re filthy, General.”

“I apologize for war not being more of a...civilized matter.”

Shaking your head, you began tracing his features with your fingers. The edges of his beard felt prickly under the pads of your fingers as you wiped away some bubbles.

“For what it’s worth, you’re doing the best you can,” you murmured.

His lips twitched into a thin smile. “You too.” His voice was soft and rather scratchy from yelling orders through explosions. “This will all be over soon, and we’ll all go back to living normal lives.”

“Normal,” you scoffed, nudging his bare shoulder. “We’re Jedi. We’re far from normal.”

His eyes followed your hands as you grabbed a sponge and your body scrub and began scrubbing his arms. He could feel your anxiety fading away with each scrub, almost like cleaning him was the therapy you needed.

He was infatuated with you, the way your skin glistened with steam. Your expression was relaxed and flushed from the heat, even more calm than when you slept. His head spun at the thought of smelling like you.

As he turned so you could scrub his back, massaging his muscles as you went, he couldn’t help but asking a question to fill the silence.

“Do you ever wish you weren’t a Jedi?”

Your motions stopped, and for a moment, panic made the blood drain from his face, thinking he asked the one question he shouldn’t have. When you continued, he let out a small breath.

“Sometimes,” you admitted softly. “But it’s honestly been so long, I can’t see myself doing anything else. After all, we were raised here.”

He knew how you felt.

He echoed your answer in his head. Sometimes.

Maybe in a different universe, you’d be happy in the countryside on a distant planet, far from the problems of the Republic. You’d eventually settle down with a family, children perhaps, or maybe you’d live your life alone with nothing but nature for company.

Or maybe you’d still be in the middle of all the action. You’d fight and fight until there was nothing left to fight for. Peace would prevail.

Sensing his mind in a haze, you leaned over his shoulder, gently pressing yourself into him. Your chin settled over his broad shoulder and collarbone, with his beard just missing your cheek. “What’re you thinking about?”

He stiffened at your touch before relaxing. “Hypotheticals.”

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “As per usual.” He could feel you smiling as your lips brushed his skin. “Learn to quiet your mind, General. Those thoughts won’t do you any good.”

He turned, facing you. Instead of shying away, you kept your eye contact, brushing his long locks back.

“I can’t help it,” he joked lightly. “Perhaps I’m in need of some guidance from a well-seasoned Jedi.”

You smiled. “You’re looking right at one.”

As he watched your smile widen, he fell into your gaze again. He knew there was no such thing as luck, but he also knew he was the luckiest man alive to have you by his side.

[goodstories08]

Gamer Boy

Chris Evans X Male Reader

Request: Yes @chrisevansxmalereader

Description: Y/n was a famous twitch and YouTube gamer, who’s biggest fan was Chris’s Evans. After long days of filming he would always love to watch his new streams or videos. One day he watched one of Y/n’s Q and A’s when the question of who his celebrity crush was. He was surprised to hear that he was his crush. Criss Evans was the famous gamers crush.

Chris had just gotten back to his hotel sweet after many exhausting hours of acting on the set of infinity war. He fell back onto the white sheets of the bed and took his phone out, he scrolled through YouTube until he found one of Y/n’s newest videos. It was a Q and A while playing over watch, which was a pretty entertaining game to watch.

It wasn’t really the game that mattered, because it was really just Y/n. His outfits, his smile, his cute laugh when he wins or when his teammates do something stupid. Criss played the video and immediately felt himself relax to Y/n’s soft calming voice.

He decided he would get ready for bed while watching the video so he laid his phone on the bathroom counter as he washed his face.

“Who’s my celebrity crush, asked Rondalsd08,” Y/n paused to thing for a second, as well as quickly get a kill. “I would have to say… maybe like Zac Efron,” he said unsure while Cris’s face fell a bit. It wasn’t like they were dating or anything but it still hurt to know he had no chance. “Actually no I change my answer, Cris Evans,” Y/n hummed a bit while continuing to play the game.

“Y’all Caption America can crack my spine in half like you know what I’m saying,” he said before bursting into a laugh. “I have no idea what I’m saying you guys are making me crazy, but I love you all. CRAP! I died,” Cris stared at the phone while eyed. Was he really Y/n’s crush, it was a dream come true. He could even lie that he felt flustered at Y/n’s comments about him.

Cris quickly finished washing up then ran over to the bed and opened Instagram. He quickly looked through his following and there your profile was.

Hey Y/n, I heared you have a crush on me?

WHAT! You saw my video😓😅

Of course I did, I love you videos their so funny and your great at the games you play.

Oh well thank you, sorry for the captain America comments, just ignore them🥲

I’ll try😂

And actually I wanted to see if you wanna grab lunch sometime, like a date?

REALLY are you serious, I would love to, when are you thinking😍😌😙

Definitely after Infinity War is over with filming. At least my parts at least, so maybe in like three weeks❤️

Cris smiled and stare at his phone, Y/n just texted a thumbs up emoji after and both couldn’t wait for their date. Cris could just imagine how nice he would smell and look, and how kind he acted in public.

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Cris sat on a wooden chair along the ocean shore. He had suggested one of his favorite restaurants which was looking out over the crystal clear ocean. It was pretty humid out so he wore a nice short sleeve button up and shorts.

Chris’s face lit up as he noticed the gamer walking down the isles of tables. He wore a single silver necklace that hung around his smooth neck.

“Oh my god hey,” Y/n said before running up to Cris, who stood up and fell into a quick hug. They both felt a blush creep up their faces as their scents filled each other’s noses. Cris’s strong arms tightened around Y/n’s waist before shortly pulling apart. “How are you doing?” Cris asked while the two took their seats.

“Good, It was lucky you picked today. I’m actually doing a convention down town, you know signing autographs and stuff like that. Today was one of the only days I had off,” Y/n said as he took a sip of whine that Cris had ordered for the both of them.

“Oh, I swear it’s pure luck. I just finished filming infinity war and finally have a break from filming and crazy workouts,” He said while swirling the wine in his glass. “OH! I can’t wait to see it, can’t you tell me some spoilers?” Cris laughed a bit shook his head no, “Come on.”

“I can’t, I’m pretty sure Marvel has cameras on me right now,” He said causing the both of them to laugh aloud. A few others looked to them, probably cause it was two famous guys in what looked like a date. The two stoped and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Hi I’m sorry I was just- um wound wrong if I could get a picture, with birth of you. I’m a huge fan,” The moment of peaceful staring was cut off by a shot red headed girl. Not natural red hair but dyed blood red hair. She held her phone out and the two celebrities smiled as the camera flashed. “Nice to meet you guys,” She said before waving. Y/n’s face fell as he looked to the ground, “What’s wrong Y/n?”

“It’s just, sometimes I wish I were normal again. I wish I could go out to restaurants with hot people and not be tracked down by fans,” the hammer said as he turned to Cris, who had a massive grin on his face. “You think I’m hot,” He said as Y/n’s cheeks grew red, “Maybe.”

Dinner was quick, probably because of the paparazzi that started to show up, and now Cris was walking Y/n to his apartment. The two stopped when they reached the door, “Thanks for the date Cris, it was fun.”

“Maybe we can do it again sometime?,” Cris suggested causing Y/n to bite his lip. He thought for a second before standing on his tip toes and laying a kiss on the mans soft lips. “I’d love to,” Y/n said before opening the door to his apartment and stepping inside. “Wait Cris,” Y/n said causing him too stop and turn around from where he stood in the hallway. “Your apartment is far and it’s late, maybe you can stay?” Cris’s face lit up and he ran into the younger mans apartment.

[comatosebunny09]

Buzzin

I wanted to try something new tonight, but it still ended up turning into horny because…horny. 🥲

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Modern AU

Warnings: Dirty Things, OOC Kyojuro, Fem!Reader, No Seatbelts

Please enjoy, and thank you for reading!

Recommended Tune: Buzzin - Alina Baraz

“Let’s go for a drive!” he says with bright eyes.

You look at him inquisitively over steaming coffee and Belgian waffles. He laughs; you swallow. You ask, “where did this come from?” setting your silverware down with a soft clack. The booth seat groans as he leans back and crosses his arms, shrugging.

“It’s a lovely day out!”

He looks past you, gesturing toward the window. You follow his gaze, observing the scenery outside. It is highlighted by golden streaks of sunlight, shivering trees, and the laughter of passerby.

Today is an ideal day; not a single grey cloud in the sky, and it’s not too humid. There’s been a lull in demon attacks in both your regions as of late, freeing you both up from the demands of your job.

When else will your schedules sync so perfectly?

“Besides,” he says, eyes twinkling with something indiscernible, “there is something that I would like to show you!”

“Okay,” you reply, mouth filled with scrambled eggs, “but I’m driving.” Kyojuro sits forward with his elbows on the table and an indomitable grin that boasts his pearly whites.

“I would not have it any other way!” He pecks the corner of your mouth, a chuckle erupting from his chest as bashfulness fills your countenance.

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Your GPS says that you are seventy miles away from your destination.

The highway stretches for miles, sparse cars on the road, and a large, torrid hand squeezing your thigh. You spare him a sidelong glance from beneath your sunglasses. Lips quirk as sultry tunes fill his convertible. Kyojuro hums along, having heard this song a thousand times thanks to you.

He often tells you how alluring it is to watch you drive his Challenger.

Your cheeks flush at the recollection, tummy stirring with butterflies as you shift gears. It is then that you hear the seatbelt clink and feel ravenous eyes boring into the side of your face.

You shoot him a look, his topaz-rimmed eyes panning into your peripheral. He closes the distance between you, leaning over the center console to latch onto your earlobe. There, he suckles gently, drawing the metal of your earring into his mouth. Elicits a soft keening from you. He grunts in reply, the sound smoother than velvet and setting your core ablaze.

“Kyo,” you warn, cut off by a finger pressed to your quivering lips. His digits tighten against your thigh, effectively shutting you up.

“Focus, Sunflower,” he mumbles into the shell of your ear, hot breath making you lightheaded.

He watches you with hooded eyes, melding the hard contours of his chest against your arm. You return your gaze, pushing delicately on the accelerator. You strangle the gear shifter once his teeth find your neck. See stars as his palm compresses on the essence of your thighs where it kneads you in rough arcs; just the way you like it. Tiny, frigid jolts of electricity ripple through your center at each rotation.

It takes all of you to remain focused.

“I-is this what you wanted to show me?” you ask, hips undulating off the seat to meet his artful hand.

Kyojuro smirks into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, wedging two fingers against the seam of your jeans, bringing your clothed pussy to life.

“This is a part of it, darling.” He laves your throat, giving away his lust and desire for you. “Now, be a good girl and keep your eyes on the road.”

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[superbattrash]

Hello friend, I have a question.

As an autistic person, do you also find that changes in the weather (specifically temperature and humidity) really fuck you over?

I am currently dying from how unwell I feel (:

Hi sweetheart!

Oh my G O D, yes. Any and all changes make my mind go 😔🥲🙃🧠🗡💥 and it takes me way too long to rearrange my brain to accept the things. Plus I’m a naturally hot (lol) person, so the summer heat is uhhh. Challenging to say the least

Hang in there, friend!! We’ll get through it together 💕🙏🏼

[haleigh-sloth]

Ok so this might be of topic but you were talking about the weather like a couple weeks ago and I remember thinking something along the lines of “it gets hot but I’m glad it doesn’t normally get as hot as texas.” It’s just about as hot here now. like for the past couple of week its been hitting the upper 90’s and like it can be past 9pm and it’s still like 85 degrees outside.

WEAR SUNSCREEN

But also I still envy that 😭 Georgia is more north than my part of Texas

It’s been at least 100° over here every day 🥲 and it’s humid as FUCK so I hate it even more. Idk the humidity in Georgia tho 🤔

I’m moving very soon and I could not be more excited 🤩

[riversofmars]

Sorry it's taking me so long to update fics at the moment, physically and mentally drained from work at the moment 🥲

Chapter 3: Acceptance of Rewards and Taking of Risks

Liv slowly raised her arms above her head, careful not to make any sudden movements.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I can explain. I come in peace,” she started as she rested her hands on the back of her head and looked around. She found herself surrounded. The creatures were humanoid in shape but what could be seen of their skin was scaley and green. They were wearing armour of sorts, made of fabric and metal, and lizard-like masks with large black eyes. While Liv had never met any of their kind before, she thought she recognised them from one of the many alien medical textbooks she’d read over the years. They appeared to be Silurians, she figured, which put her on ancient Earth. A step forward.  

The Silurians, however, didn’t seem to understand her at all as there was only hissing in response, in a language the med-tech didn’t speak.

“Helen would be so much better at this, I can’t even-” She wished to have the TARDIS back, the translation circuits that allowed them to converse with anyone with ease. Artron and the Ancient Gods would have had an easy time making themselves understood. Now however… “I’m sorry, I don’t understand you! And you clearly don’t understand me but- I need help.” Liv tried once more, hoping her tone of voice would go some way to express her sincerity and helplessness but the lizard-like humanoids didn’t show any sign of following her words. They did, however, find ways of making their instructions clear: One of them shoved her forward, while others turned to form an escort. They wanted her to start walking.

“Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming…” She picked up the pace and followed into a nearby cave where they followed down a narrow walkway. Liv had so many questions but knew she wouldn’t be able to get answers to them. She searched the depths of her mind for information on the Silurians. While she recalled some medical facts, physiognomy and such, there hadn’t been much on culture or their way of life in the book. She remembered something about different castes that were physiologically different from each other, adapting to their roles in society. She also remembered them to be cold-blooded and preferring warm temperatures. That was becoming obvious as the air grew warmer and more humid as they descended stairs, carved into the rock of the cave. She also remembered them being described as mostly peaceful and she hoped to find that a fact rather than an assumption. 

Liv’s musings ground to a halt when the tunnel opened up to a much larger cave, so large that the dimensions were impossible to assess with the naked eye. It housed what she could only presume to be the equivalent of a city. Metal and stone structures rose from a thicket of plants the likes of which the med-tech had never seen before. It was like its own, humid biosphere. Light shone white from the windows of the city, as well as an orange hue from rivers of lava far below. There was an unearthly feeling to it.

They walked Liv into the city and she had no option but to follow. At least she wasn’t alone, she figured. That had been her greatest fear: to find herself in a time and place where she would be all alone and out of options. While she recognised that communication would be a barrier, the level of technology she saw around herself gave her hope. In a way, it was better than being among primitive humans. Silurians were much more advanced.

She never got as far as being shown into a building. A delegation of Silurians met them halfway on a walkway. Unlike the patrol that had picked her up, they weren’t wearing masks. Liv marvelled at the objectively beautiful structure of their faces, all sharp angles and geometric scales. Most curious, however, was the fact that these Silurians seemed to possess a third eye. Vaguely, she remembered something about its purpose but she didn’t have the chance to dwell on it as one of the three Silurians, female at first glance, stepped forward.

Suddenly and without warning, a consciousness broke into Liv’s mind. It was intrusive and uncomfortable at first but as her eyes met those of the Silurian that was reaching out to her, focusing on her third eye, she felt the connection strengthening and growing more steady.

Understanding, then, became instinctual and natural.

“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” A voice questioned in the back of her mind.

“Right, okay, communication, this is good. Hello, I’m-” Out of habit, Liv spoke the words as well as thought them while the Silurian remained silent. Instead of speaking, her powerful presence cut into her train of thought.

“You are an ape primitive but you are not like the others.” It was a harsh observation but not something the med-tech could argue with.

“Well, I guess I- Yes, I am human, technically, if that’s what you mean. But no, I suspect I’m nothing like the humans you would know… If they exist already… I don’t suppose it’s any use asking what year it is? This is Earth though, isn’t it? Ancient Earth? You’re Silurians, aren’t you?” Liv carried on more enthusiastically. Being able to communicate was an important first step. Maybe luck was on her side, even if the gods weren’t.

“Who are you?” The Silurian questioned and there was a sense of curiosity in her thoughts now. Liv could feel it. While she was suspicious of her, she was also intrigued, it seemed.

“My name is Liv Chenka, I’m a time traveller,” the med-tech answered and while she felt her opponents doubt her claim, she also knew she would feel that she was being truthful, much more so than if they had only been able to talk. “I know that sounds crazy but how else would you explain me being different to the other humans you’ve seen? You know I’m telling the truth,” she reaffirmed calmly.

The Silurian exchanged looks with the others who, through their telepathic connection, seemed to be following their conversation as well.

Suddenly, there was a commotion. Their focus, and with it, the presence in Liv’s mind, were drawn towards a group of Silurians rushing towards them. Two of them were carrying a limp body and another rushed forward, calling to them in hisses. With the contact to the three-eyed Silurian lost, so was Liv’s understanding of their language but she didn’t need to hear what they were saying to understand that medical aid was needed. The med-tech’s instincts took over. She jumped into action, trying to meet them halfway but strong hands grabbed her upper arms, holding her back.

“Let me help,” Liv exclaimed and looked around for the three-eyed Silurian to make herself understood. The female was striding forward herself in what looked like an attempt to help. She was paying no attention to her.

The med-tech looked on, feeling helpless, as they brought their unconscious comrade forward and the female sought to examine him. Perhaps she was a scientist of some description, Liv deduced, as she recalled something about the psychic abilities of the Scholar caste. It didn’t take her long, however, until she spotted the reddish tint on the unconscious Silurian, so very different from the others. It rung a bell.

“Doctor!” Liv shouted to try and draw the focus of the Silurian Scholar. “I’m a doctor.” She was well aware of the power that word carried through the universe. While she couldn’t be sure these early Silurians would have encountered him, the name carried meaning through all of space and time and it made the Silurians look around. “I’m a doctor,” the med-tech repeated confidently and as the female Silurian turned her attention towards her, she felt her presence in her mind once more. Liv didn’t waste any time or allowed them to converse, she explained: “Please, he is clearly ill, I can help, I’m a doctor, a healer, someone who looks after the sick.”

“You stay where you are, human,” the instruction in her head was quite clear.

“I told you, my name is Liv,” the med-tech countered. “And I think your friend is suffering from the Crimson Horror.”

“The what?” There was a lack of understanding evident in her response and Liv understood that this was the very first time they were confronted with the disease.

“Something I read about in the TARDIS… a book about plagues… It’s transmitted by these red leech-like creatures, what were they called…” She couldn’t quite remember but the Silurian could sense the truthfulness in her words. She gestured for the guards to let her go and they did. Liv quickly took advantage of her new found freedom and hurried to the group that crowded around the unconscious victim.

“Set him down,” she instructed and gestured with her hands on the off-chance the others wouldn’t understand her, then she turned to the Silurian scientist. “There will be a small red leech somewhere on his body, like a parasite. We might be able to synthesise an antidote. Otherwise the poison might be fatal.” She lifted the Silurian’s head up, examining his face while checking for a pulse at the same time.

“Bring him to the laboratory,” the Silurian scientist’s voice echoed through her head as she hissed at the ones that had been carrying him.

“No, we need to find the leech now!” Liv interrupted sharply and traced her hands along the distinctive skull formations. “The longer it’s attached to him, the longer the poison will work.” At that, the scientist crouched down as well and examined arms and legs, anywhere clothes didn’t cover. The med-tech continued her search as well and when she ran her fingers along the back of his neck, below the collar, she found something. “Here we are!” She pulled the male forward and with the help of the Silurian female, she pushed his collar down to reveal a red leech that had attached itself right between his shoulder blades. “Does someone have a…” Liv made a pincer gesture with her fingers and one of the Silurians that had carried the sick one seemed to be a construction worker of some kind. He had a tool belt and handed her prongs. They would do just fine.

Liv prised the leech off the Silurian’s scaly skin.

“To the laboratory now,” the scientist barked beside her and the others sprang into action.

“Yes,” Liv confirmed as she stood up. “Let’s go.” She followed the Silurians into the building, there was work to be done. For the first time since the Toymaker had interfered in the course of her life, she felt in control of something again. Surely the last thing he had planned on was her doing good along the way and it spurred on her steps. What better way to defy his pathetic game.

“You have exceptional knowledge, Doctor Liv Chenka,” the Silurian scientist observed with a kind smile. Following three hours of working side by side, Liv had learned her name to be Malra and that she was indeed a scientist and a gifted one at that. In turn it seemed the Silurian woman had learned to trust the med-tech. Malra maintained their psychic connection through it all, which allowed them to work together in perfect unison.

“30 th century,” Liv answered and cast a glance to the patient who was resting on a slab nearby. They had put him in a medically induced coma to maintain his bodily functions as best as they could while they synthesised the antidote. Satisfied that his vitals remained stable, the med-tech turned her attention back to the equipment in front of her, just in time to see the centrifuge opening. “Here we are,” she announced and Malra stepped closer. “This should work,” she assured her and picked up the vial. It was a garish red, not unlike the symptoms of the disease itself. Liv could sense the Silurian’s apprehension but the calm and confidence she felt was bound to spread to her in due course.

“Go ahead,” the scientist nodded in agreement and the med-tech wasted no time as she injected their patient. While the effects were instantaneous, they were prompt enough. Twenty minutes later, there was significant improvement.

“You do need to know though that there will be more. This won’t be the last case you’ll face, quite the contrary, if you’re not careful you will be facing a pandemic,” Liv explained and Malra nodded calmly.

“We will have to rid the world of this plague. Knowing how to make the antidote will put us at an advantage,” she observed.  

“Just be careful, those red leeches are extremely virulent and if the poison is too concentrated, not even the antidote will help,” the med-tech cautioned and received a nod of agreement once more.

“Your assistance is appreciated,” the Silurian smiled and any trace of distrust she had held for her had disappeared. Her thanks was genuine and Liv felt a sense of accomplishment. Even if she hadn’t taken any more steps towards Helen, she had done something she was sure she would be proud of and it made her heart a little lighter.

“Leave a planet in a better state than you’ve found it, that’s the idea,” the med-tech recalled something the Doctor had once said to her, and even as years had passed since Ramosa, she felt the words still resonated with her. They gave her hope and purpose even in the dire circumstances she found herself in.

“You are looking to leave this planet?” Malra frowned at that and Liv nodded:

“I don’t belong here, as you can tell. But it’s not just the planet I’m looking to leave.”

“You have done us a great service, we would be glad to help you,” the Silurian offered and the med-tech looked around surprised at the unexpected suggestion. She could tell the offer was genuine and her heart started beating a little faster.

“Have you got any means of time travel?” She asked outright as there was no point in beating about the bush. Malra would be able to sense her urgency and her intentions, she didn’t need elaborate explanations.

“Time travel? No. Space travel, yes, but across time? That is only the work of the old Gods,” the scientist answered thoughtfully. There was a trace of doubt in her thoughts, despite feeling how serious she was.

“But I need Time Travel, I need to find-” Liv’s hopes crashed as quickly as they had risen at the unexpected offer of help. She should have known it wouldn’t be as easy as that but for a moment, she had had genuine hope of being able to get back to Helen. “But there will be other species out there now, won’t there? Others who might-” Her mind was working feverishly now as she refused to dwell on the disappointment. So long as she was alive, she had hope, she would find a way. If she couldn’t move in time from where she was, she would have to find somewhere from where she could. “Would you give me a ship?” She turned back to Malra who had been following her thought process with interest and concern alike. “Please, something. Some chance to… I have to try,” Liv pleaded.

“What is your quest?” The Silurian asked curiously.

“Your… Old Gods as you call them… one of them he… split me up from my partner… he sent her to the end of time and me to the beginning just to see if we could… so please, any help would be appreciated,” she revealed, hoping for her understanding and compassion.

“You have helped us, it will be our honour to help you,” the scientist answered without hesitation. “But what purpose do you suppose the Gods would…”

“Entertainment? Being fantastically bored?” Liv sighed as that was a question she struggled to answer. “Cruelty? Not all Gods are benevolent.”

“No…” Malra conceded as she contemplated her words. Through their mental connection, Liv thought she might actually understand how she was feeling and she gave a sad smile. Her heart ached for missing her love but there was hope too and determination. She would not be defeated. She had made a promise, one that Helen would hopefully have read at the end of time, and she would keep it. She could sense how the Silurian was affected by her emotions and Liv smiled, doing her best to reign in her thoughts.

“It’s alright, I will find a way back to her.”

At that, Malra straightened up, determined as well as she said: “You shall have a ship and provision, anything we can offer, it is yours,” she announced confidently and turned towards one of the guards by the door, making sure he had heard her. Then, she turned back to Liv and her voice in her head turned softer and the med-tech felt like she could almost understand her spoken words too by now. “Your name won’t be forgotten. Our historians will honour your story. Perhaps, future generations who have such technological advancements will read them and come to your aid,” she suggested and reached out to take Liv’s hand.

For a moment, the med-tech didn’t know what to say. The offer was almost too generous to consider but as she thought about it, she realised it made so much sense. It was the sort of thing the Doctor would do. It was the sort of thing he would pick up on. Maybe he would be able to come and find her one day. All she could do was nod as her throat closed up with emotions.

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“They’re a bit creepy, aren’t they?” Jenny observed once they had returned to the comfort of Paternoster Row. The business with the Crimson Horror had been grim and she shuddered at the image of the red leech that lingered on her mind.

“Certainly. And considered one of the greatest enemies of the Silurians,” Vastra agreed as she hung up her coat.

“Yes, you said… what’s the story behind that?” Jenny questioned her wife as they made their way into the sitting room. Strax had scurried off to make tea and they took a moment to settle on the settee and enjoy the peace and quiet following their adventure. “They seem to be quite dangerous, how did your people manage to wipe them out as effectively as all that?”

“We had prior warning. At least that’s what people believe,” the Silurian revealed as she leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment. It had been a long day. “It’s a legend.”

“A legend?” Jenny frowned, her interest piqued, and her wife gave her a mild smile:

“Well, I don’t know if it’s true or not but supposedly, the very first case of the Crimson Horror was not discovered by our scientists but by a mysterious time traveller,” she revealed and Jenny rolled her eyes:

“Let me guess: the Doctor? Is he everywhere?” She laughed.

“No, this was not the Doctor,” Vastra laughed at her leap. She made an excellent point and with the little information she had given her, it was a sound conclusion. She carried on explaining: “But supposedly it was a doctor, actually, yes. A healer, just passing through.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t the Doctor?” Jenny narrowed her eyes doubtfully.

“Quite sure. Well, as sure as you can be with a legend, not recorded fact. While there are similarities to the Doctor without a doubt, I really don’t think it would have been them,” the Silurian carried on. “Have you, for instance, ever known the Doctor to cross the universe without a TARDIS in order to find their long lost love?” She looked at her wife with affection and considered how she would cross all of time and space for her as well.

“I suppose Professor Song would find him first before it came to that,” Jenny conceded with a light chuckle.

“I shall have to see if I can find a record of it somewhere for you…” Vastra mused, gazing over to the bookshelves. She was sure she had a book somewhere that contained at the very least the fairytale version.

“Is it a riveting tale?” Jenny raised her eyebrows and her wife smiled:

“It is a love story, about two women from completely different times, places, backgrounds.”

“I see,” the human woman smiled, her expression softening as she took her meaning. “And the Crimson Horror?”

“Don’t expect me to quote it but… before it became a stylised fairy story, it was a legend among my people. The elders would pass it on,” Vastra searched the back of her mind as she tried to put the story together as best as she could, she found the words came far easier than she had expected, born out of a sort of collective race memory, deeply embedded in her nature: “They would speak of the Healer that was passing through time moving form the very beginning towards the future: The Healer appeared out of nothingness in a world as foreign as the last and unable to speak the language of the people she found. While her lover, the Scholar, would have been more adept at communicating in a different language, the Healer made do as actions spoke louder than words. She had an opportunity to prove her goodness when she found a curious case of a red illness unknown to the inhabitants of Ancient Earth. Glad to be able to help, she shared her knowledge and averted great misfortune that would have befallen them. For generations to come she would be held in the highest regard and offered help by the people she had aided, ” she recited, then stopped when she noticed unexpected movement beside her. “What are you doing?” She looked at Jenny who had shuffled down, resting her head against her shoulder.

“Settling in,” her wife announced affectionately. “I thought you might tell me a little more.”

“I shall have to see if I can find the book,” Vastra smiled in turn and reached out to stroke her cheek.

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Helen tried her best to get her bearings in an onslaught of stimuli. There was chaos. Loud arguments. Screaming. People were piling on top of each other, pushing forward as the linguist herself stumbled back. She struggled to make out much of anything in the dark that was illuminated only by flickering neon lights.

It was night-time, that much was obvious as she looked up. The sky was dark and mostly empty. There were more stars than there had been at the very end of time but not a great many more. She couldn’t have made it very far back in time at all. The end of everything was still very much approaching. The big difference, however, was that there were people here, even if they were in a panicked frenzy.

The linguist recognised the buildings that had been nothing but ruins by the time Me had inhabited them. They were run down as they were, grimy and worn, and some had been torn down already. It was an overcrowded, dirty world where hope seemed in short supply. The people, most of them humanoid but of all colours, shapes and sizes, looked no different than their world.

Helen inched back further, seeking to escape the crowd and the fact that everyone was rushing forward aided her task.

“Oh my God…” she breathed as she struggled to take in the harsh circumstances around her. She could sense the hopelessness, it was reflected in everything she saw. The inevitable end of everything was approaching and people were terrified. Helen’s heart sank for them but she refused to count herself among the likely victims of the end of the universe. She was in the far future, time travel technology existed and people were bound to be trying to leave for an earlier time. Perhaps she would be able to hitch a lift. If people hadn’t used all available means of time travel already, that was, as they had in Me’s time. She could only pray that she had made it back far enough.

“They’ve come, finally!” A woman not far from her exclaimed joyfully and a wave of euphoria, if of the desperate kind, swept through the crowd. Helen frowned and craned her neck to try and catch a glimpse of what she was referring to. She heard the distinct sound of temporal backlash before she could see anything at all and there were screams too, cut short, the unmistakable tune of death.

“No…” the linguist whispered and jolted backwards when the neon lights flickered just bright enough to outline the Angels.

“Turn off the lights, just close your eyes, just-” Somebody shouted up ahead.

“No! Don’t you know what those are? They-” Helen exclaimed, shocked at the suggestion to do the very opposite of what they should do to protect themselves. The Weeping Angels were tearing through the dark and through the crowd, whenever the lights gave out for an instant. Nobody was listening to her as she was drowned out by another voice from the front of the crowd.

“Stay calm everyone! They’re finally here!” The voice carried across the crowd. “The Angels have come!” The push forward intensified and the linguist realised in horror that they were rushing towards the Weeping Angels.

“I thought they were a legend!” Someone else exclaimed joyfully and cheers and screams mixed in a grotesque scene.

“Excuse me, sorry!” Helen grabbed the arm of a nearby lad who couldn’t be older than sixteen. A boy with his whole life ahead of him, she realised in horror, and yet she asked: “What’s going on here?”

“Everybody is gonna have a turn, Lady, now that they’re here, we-” He tried to pull away from her but she wouldn’t let him go. Maybe she could at least save one life.

“They’re Weeping Angels, some of the most vicious predators in existence, you have to keep looking at them or-” she tried explaining but her voice was drowned out by cheers of joy.

“They are salvation!”

“Here angels! Take me first!” Someone was yelling.

“Everybody calm down, you will all have a turn!” Another voice through the chaos and the instruction went unheeded. The chaos only grew.

“What is happening here?” Helen demanded to know, digging her nails into the boy’s arm as she held him back with all her strength.

“The angels have come to take us back, they have been travelling what’s left of the universe, our last hope!” He answered hurriedly, trying to tear away as if he was worried he wouldn’t get his turn. His words ran through her mind and suddenly, the puzzle pieces snapped into shape and a terrifying shape at that.

“Of course, they-” Angels would sometimes send their victims back in time and consume the sum of their unlived days. She remembered what had happened in New York, she remembered what happened to Veklin and the Monk and- “But-” What she was seeing was in no way just the displacement through time. With every flash of light, more bodies were lying on the floor amongst the advancing Angels. “But it’s a massacre!” She exclaimed as she tried her best to keep her eyes fixed on the stone creatures. In spite of her best efforts, they moved with every flicker of darkness. There were hundreds of them, she couldn’t keep her eye on all of them at once and they were ripping through the assembled crowd like wildfire.

“They will send some of us back. You just have to get lucky,” the lad shoved her back and pulled his arm free.

“They’re in a feeding frenzy, they will rip you apart!” She shouted, terrified, but he wasn’t listening, he started running, trying to catch up with the other people.

“We’re heading towards the end of the universe, we’re all dead anyway, might as well take our chances!” He yelled in response but didn’t look back. The lights flickered dark again and she lost sight of him in the chaos. All she could do was hope he was one of the lucky ones that would get to live out their days in the past. So many weren’t as the bodies piled below the imposing statues.

Helen decided to run in the opposite direction to everybody else. There was nothing she could do to stop what was happening. These people had made their decision, they had seen the death and destruction, and chose to take their chances anyway. The linguist felt sick. Not just because of the sight of so much death but because she was left to imagine what the people of this world must have been feeling to willingly throw themselves into the arms of Weeping Angels.

Suddenly, she found herself in front of the building Me had kept the Time Tree in. It seemed as good a place as any to try and hide in. For a moment, the notion crossed her mind that the Time Tree might already be there, that it might have more of its seeds left and she would be able to use it again but then, what if that meant it wouldn’t be there anymore at the end of everything? Before she had a chance to fully play through the consequences of such a paradox, she found the doors unlocked and easily opened. She hurried inside and the decision was taken off her hands when she found the space empty.

She didn’t dwell on it. She locked the door behind herself. Sadly, none of the many extra locks that Me had used had been installed yet, so she had to simply hope that the Angels wouldn’t bother to come looking for her. Surely, once they had consumed as many people as they wanted, they would have no need of her.

Exhausted from her dash and the emotional turmoil that boiled inside her, she sunk onto the floor and leaned her back against the door. She could still make out the chaos outside but the noise was slowly dying down. Helen’s heart sank. Soon she would be the only person left on the planet, how was she supposed to move on? Judging by the sky she had seen, there weren’t many worlds left that she could flee to, even if she could find transportation and if people were desperate enough to hope the Angels would take them away, it meant she was unlikely to find any other means of time travel.

“Oh Liv…” she mumbled into the empty room as the world grew ever quieter outside. “What am I supposed to do?”

She waited. Soon silence fell outside and she still hadn’t received an answer to her question. Me wasn’t here yet and it seemed she was now the only person left. For a moment, she wondered if she should wait for Me, considering the paradox of using the Time Tree once more but she knew it might be a lifetime before she arrived. She couldn’t wait that long. She had spent forty years without Liv before, she couldn’t do so again. With a heavy heart, she pulled the inscribed plate out of her coat and regarded her words, her promise. Don’t give up. I won’t.  

It was almost as if she could hear her say the words and felt stronger and reassured. She thought back to being stuck in the escape pod after Padrac had set them a trap. Liv had refused to give up then and inspired both her and the Doctor to keep going. Helen smiled to herself, noting how she was doing so again now. She wouldn’t give up. She wouldn’t lose hope. Even if the one hope, the one option that she found herself facing, seemed utterly mad. As she thought about the odds and the things they had faced together over the years, it was beginning to seem almost sane. A calculated risk. She hadn’t been able to keep track of how many people were actually displaced versus those that had been killed, but maybe she would fare better, given the fact that she knew her body to be radiating temporal energy. It was what had attracted the Angels to her and Liv in New York and it was the reason why suddenly, there was ominous knocking on the door behind her.

Helen jumped and scrambled to her feet. She hadn’t finished her train of thought, her calculation of the odds and the empirical survey of whether the risk would be worth taking. It seemed she would be pressed for a decision.

“Hello, Human,” a voice sounded on the other side of the door and the linguist’s blood ran cold. It was like the sound of chalk scraping across a board, marble rubbing against marble. It set her teeth on edge.

“So you can talk when you’re not being watched, that’s new,” Helen shot back, gathering her courage as she fixed her eyes to the door. If they opened it, at least she would be able to stop them in their tracks and do things on her terms. “Has this unlimited access to food helped you evolve?” At this point in time, the Angels were probably far more than those she had encountered in the past. There was no way of knowing what else they were capable of by now. She hoped it meant they would be able to send her back very far indeed.

“You’re not like the others,” the voice continued and she gave a bitter chuckle as she considered that there were no others to compare herself to now. For all she knew she was the last person on this world.

“No, I guess I’m not,” she retorted defiantly and squared her jaw.

“You are full of temporal energy,” the Angels hissed and Helen nodded, even if they were still divided by the door.

“Yes, I am. I’m a time traveller,” she chose to explain. “Does that mean you want to displace me rather than kill me?” She wasn’t sure whether stating a preference would work in her favour or not but she had to try.

“You are not like the others,” the Angels repeated and Helen took a deep breath.

“And you’ve finished your murderous frenzy, I hope.” The Angels seemed calmer now and she thought this, too, might increase her chances of survival. The fact that they bothered speaking to her gave her hope.

“We will feast on you,” they announced confidently and the linguist nodded to herself.

“I suppose you will, won’t you… I suppose that is my only option…” There was banging on the door and it trembled in its hinges. “And you wouldn’t just kill me, you would send me back cause I have so much potential, so much temporal energy. Like the Monk, you-” She wasn’t sure who she was talking to now, the Angels or herself. “But to trust a Weeping Angel…” The door flung off its hinges and Helen inched away, if only for a moment. The Angels stalled in their tracks as they always did once observed. That at least hadn’t changed. “Oh Liv…” The linguist smiled a sad smile as she thought of her. She was out of other options, this was her one and only chance. “But wherever it is, it’ll be a step closer...” Wherever she ended up, it would be closer to Liv and if the Angels killed her, well… she would wait for Liv in whatever came after. “Alright.” She gathered her courage and took a step towards the statues that were already reaching for her. “So I just blink, don’t I-” 

And she did. 

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“ And the Scholar gathered all her courage as she clung to the engraved plate she carried close to her heart. She had to believe as belief was all she had. As she closed her eyes, a wave of calm washed over her as it was her love’s face she saw in her mind’s eye. The Angels whisked her away, took what they desired and gave her what she needed: another step in the right direction .” At that, Clara shut the book and looked to her charges with affection as they had listened with rapt attention.

“Oh please, keep going!” Franny exclaimed, visibly disappointed and Digby pleaded:

“Clara, please!”

“That’s it for tonight, I’m afraid, time to sleep,” the governess announced, despite being delighted at how much the children were enjoying the story. It had been one of her favourites when she was growing up and she was glad to be sharing it with them.

“Where does she end up?” Franny asked, refusing to settle into bed, even as Clara stood and put the book down on the shelf.

“And what of the Healer, where is she now?” Digby pressed, no less intrigued than his sister.

“If I tell you now, I won’t need to read it tomorrow and surely you won’t want to miss out on your bedtime story then,” Clara pointed out and gestured for them to scooch down in her beds so she could tuck them in.

“It’s such a good story,” Digby observed but couldn’t suppress a yawn, which made Clara smile.

“Love stories usually are,” she commented and pulled the duvet up to his chin.

“Have you ever been in love like that?” Franny asked, watching the governess as she made her way over to her.

“Not yet, but who knows. Finding someone that you would risk anything for, that’s a big commitment,” Clara answered kindly as she repeated the gesture on her.

“It’s worth it if the other person would do the same for you,” the girl stated and Clara nodded.

“It certainly would be,” she agreed with a smile. “Now get some rest you two. We’ll find out where they ended up tomorrow.”

[yuyu-bi]

lmao i’m actually excited to redo my hair again even though i’m probs gonna get the exact same style but maybe not as much length and a different hair color 🥲 i just have to wait for my schedule to come out since i want to get it done in august and they’re only available on certain days lmao

it’s not that it even looks bad but it is starting to get a little frizzy since my hair has grown out on the top but at least since it’s knotless it doesn’t look that bad lmao but i def do want to redo it soon since it’s been over a month lmao but at least it’s growing and doesn’t feel bad or anything

the humidity has been insane like it’s literally been raining on and off over these past months so at least my hair hasn’t been dry lmao