#it's not dark cream week yet but I couldn't resist ;)

[zu-is-here]

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thanks to l1met1me for sudden inspiration! <3

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

Shattered Dream from shattereddreamsau by galacii / galacii-gallery

[maureensmistress]

Under the Bleachers - Pattie Boyd x Reader

You and Pattie are best friends and classmates entering your senior year. You shared your first kiss a few weeks ago, and you've been "practicing" together every day since. But now she wants to share another first -- only it's not what you might think.

Fluff, angst, kissing, alcohol consumption, catching feelings, implied internalized homophobia, slightly nsfw but not too graphic, a semi-sequel to Just for Practice but can also be read as a standalone.

Word Count: 2k

"Psst!"

You pulled the pillow over your head, still half asleep. "G'way," you mumbled into the mattress.

"Wake up," came an insistent whisper, and you recognized Pattie's voice. She sounded half urgent and half amused.

You flopped the pillow away and raised your head, blinking to see Pattie crouching next to your bed in the pale blue moonlight. She grinned mischeviously, and any thoughts of going back to sleep disappeared as your heart did a little flip. Instead you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and sat up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

"What're you up to now?" you asked accusingly.

"Look what I've got!" she whispered excitedly. She held out a large glass bottle, glinting in the dark, and you peered at it curiously.

"What is it?"

"Vodka," Pattie whispered.

"What?" your voice rose a little in shock, and Pattie shushed you.

"You'll wake up the whole dorm," she scolded in an urgent whisper.

"You-- you can't have that," you stuttered, and Pattie rolled her eyes, nose wrinkling in amusement.

"C'mon, it's senior year. We should have some fun."

"Where did you even get it?"

"From the kitchen. I think it's for cooking."

"We'll make ourselves sick," you argued. "You should put it back right now." You didn't really mean it, though. Pattie could talk you into just about anything and deep down you knew this time would be no different. Didn't actually want it to be any different.

She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, her white skin glowing in the half-dark, blonde hair pale in the moonlight and large, blue eyes shining silver. She was like some kind of unearthly, elfin creature with a dangerously mischevious smile.

You'd never found her very easy to resist, but since you'd given her your first kiss a few weeks ago -- and maybe it was hers too, and sometimes you hoped that it was -- it was even harder. Just knowing how those soft pinks lips could make your whole head go blank and the world start spinning around you was so distracting, so hard not to cave into.

"Don't make me drink it by myself," she pouted. "This is the first time you've ever had a drink too, right? We should do it together."

You twisted your mouth to the side and tried to look reluctant. "Well..."

***

You and Pattie knelt under the bleachers, lit only by a cream-white moon. It was only early September and the nights hadn't gotten cold yet, but you'd still put on your jacket over your thin nightie, if more for modesty than anything else. You could still feel the blades of grass tickling your legs through your nightgown.

Pattie huffed a little trying to unscrew the bottle, and you reached for it. "Let me."

But Pattie managed to get cap off right at that moment, and she stuck her tongue out at you.

"Oh, very mature," you said, but you couldn't help but giggle.

Pattie was the first to take a mouthful. Her whole face contorted with disgust and she squeezed her eyes shut, bringing a hand to her mouth. She swallowed hard and then blinked her eyes, which watered slightly.

"How is it?" you asked wryly.

"Delicious," Pattie replied staunchly, her voice slightly hoarse. "You'll love it."

She passed you the bottle, and you sniffed it. It was acrid and harsh, and you wrinkled your eyebrows. But Pattie was looking at you expectantly, and you remembered her soft, pink lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, and you closed your eyes and brought the glass rim to your lips.

It burned the moment it hit your tongue and you almost choked, but Pattie hadn't and you weren't about to let her outdo you. She's always been like a big sister to you, which was a little irritating because she was only a few months older than you -- you'd both been eighteen for a while now.

Stubbornly, you swallowed it down, ignoring the way it made your nose wrinkle and your face scrunch up, and then took another swallow just to prove that you could.

"Okay, okay, I'm suitably impressed," Pattie said playfully, taking the bottle back from you. She took another sip, a bit slower and more carefully this time, and managed to keep her face smooth. She looked mature and sophisticated sipping vodka like it was nothing -- at least if you ignored that she was drinking straight from the bottle while kneeling in the grass.

Still, you felt a little proud, a little important as the two of you passed the bottle back and forth. You were getting better at drinking it, too, and you and Pattie joked and giggled while you took turns. You got about halfway through the bottle before the warmth in your chest began swimming in your head, making your limbs feel loose and light. You could tell, from the way she fumbled a little with the bottle, that Pattie was feeling it too.

You watched her stick her little tongue out, searching for the rim of the bottle, and watched how the silver moonlight slid back and forth on the bottle as she tipped it back. She still flinched slightly when she took a drink, but you wondered if the burn still felt painful or if, like for you, it had become a welcome harshness that lit all the nerves in your lips and mouth on fire.

With alcohol on your lips the world was so much fuzzier and vaguer, but you could feel every nerve in your lips so much more sharply, every heartbeat pulsing under your skin, and you longed to feel Pattie's heartbeat too. To feel the way her skin fluttered under your tongue like the one time you'd found the nerve to kiss down her throat, and then she'd gasped in pleasure and you'd gotten scared and you'd both stopped.

You realized, gaze flicking from her lips to her eyes, that she was watching your lips too.

"Maybe we should practice kissing while we're drunk," you suggested, and then blushed hard. Still, you had to keep going now. "Maybe we'd be better at it. Looser, you know? I'm just saying we do it for practice, is all."

"There's something else we could try," Pattie said, still watching your lips.

A thousand things flashed through your mind, and it was harder, now that your head was swirling, to push them all away. "W-what's that?"

"We really shouldn't. But... people do silly things when they're drunk," Pattie said, not really answering. "I don't think they count."

And then she cupped the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was open-mouthed, heated, intentional. Like she knew exactly what she wanted to do with you. It felt different from your tentative practice kisses in the library, or even from the more confident kisses you'd settled into recently.

She'd only let her hands move to your body just the once -- it made it harder to pretend it was just practice for the boys. But Pattie pushed forward so her body pressed up against yours, pressed you backwards into the grass so you were propped on your elbows and half laying down. The weight of her body on top of you felt grounding and exciting all at once.

Her mouth burned against yours from the lingering taste of vodka and the unbelievable heat of her lips and her tongue. The two of you had gotten good at kissing over the last few weeks -- or at least, you'd gotten good at kissing each other, and Pattie swirling her tongue around yours in the way that you liked. You moaned and pulled back a little to suck on her bottom lip.

Maybe it was the vodka swimming in your head, and maybe it was just that after weeks of kissing you needed something more, but there was no hesitation as her hands fumbled with the buttons of your jacket. Your fingers met and entangled as you helped her take it off, lying back in the grass completely now so your loose hair made a halo around your head.

Pattie was on top of you but she pulled back slightly from the kiss, her breath ghosting over your face in ragged gasps, and cupped your face with both hands. The two of you locked eyes for a moment and you felt something terrifying take flight in your chest, something you'd never really felt before, not even with Pattie. It roared in your ears and made the world feel far away, but Pattie you felt in every inch of your skin, tasted on your lips and felt pressing your whole body down to the earth. You wanted to twist against her, to feel and examine every place your bodies touched.

And then she was kissing you again, and you tangled your hands in her hair with a kind of abandon and passion you'd never had before. But it was alright. It didn't count, just like Pattie had said. So you tugged at the hem of her shirt and slipped your hands underneath, feeling the soft heat of her skin and ghosting your hands over her body until they found her breasts and squeezed them through her bra.

She gasped into your mouth, but then one of her hands slipped from your face to your left breast and she gently, tentatively held it through your thin nightgown. You arched your back, pressing into her touch, trying to express without words that you wanted this, and she must have understood because she found your nipple and brushed her fingers over it. The touch was so gentle and light, teasing, and you felt heat pooling between your legs.

Your hips twitched involuntarily, all but grinding against her, and Pattie moaned into your mouth and you realized that she felt it too. That the electricity did not stop at the edges of your being but was coursing through her, through both of you, joining you together into a creature that felt as one. You weren't entirely sure what you were doing anymore, just arching and twisting underneath her in response to her touch and trying to follow those electric sparks into her skin.

And then you felt Pattie's fingers at the hem of your nightgown, and you froze.

You'd fantasized about this before, you might as well admit it, but had never, ever dreamed that it would come true. Was this really happening? Did Pattie really want it?

Would she regret it in the morning?

And that thought was like ice in your heart. Years of telling yourself you and Pattie were only friends, nothing more, never more because that would only make Pattie shy away came pouring back. You'd always been so terrified that she would find out how you really felt about her, about the soft, dark things you thought about at night, and that it would scare her away and you'd lose the person you loved most in the world.

It doesn't count, you thought to yourself defiantly.

But to you it did.

You gently disentangled from Pattie, pushing her away. She looked at you with confusion and a touch of hurt, her eyes wide.

"What's wrong?"

"I-- I feel sick," you lied. "I need to go to bed."

"Oh.... Okay." Her voice was small, and it made your heart ache, but you didn't have the courage to do anything about it.

You pulled your jacket back on, not looking at Pattie.

"Are you--" Pattie started, and then cleared her throat. "Are you mad at me?" You had a bad feeling she was trying not to cry, and you were desperate to apologize, to wrap her in your arms, to explain that you would never be mad at her, but you were just so, so afraid.

"Of course not," you said instead, still not looking at her. But even so, you knew she didn't believe you.

The two of you walked back to the dorm in silence, throwing the half-empty bottle of vodka in the bushes. It went without saying that you would never do this again. You wanted to hug Pattie goodnight like you normally would, but she wordlessly brushed past you to her own bed, and you heard her crawl under the covers without saying goodnight.

It wasn't until you were curled up in bed, the swirling feeling in your head starting to go away and leave behind a dull headache, that you actually let yourself cry.

[serenevenene]

Frustration

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

DNI if you are a MINOR or TRIGGERED BY DARK CONTENT

Kinktober 2021 - Day 8 : Nanami Kento Week

It was always worth teasing you.

Soft!dom, ooc, con, penetration denial, smoking, thigh riding, quirofilia, edging, abuse if you really squint

Nanami pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, huffing the smoke all over your naked body. You were sitting on his leg, you wet pussy rubbing against his thigh. You leaned over to hug him. You wanted to feel his skin on yours but he refused to let you undress him. His hand found the small of your back as he took in another breath of nicotine. Your slick had soaked through his pants at this point and he could feel your hands shake even as they held onto his shoulders.

Nanami momentarily felt a pang of regret. Your hands were usually so steady and so sure in every aspect of your life. He loved that about you. But..he also loved being the reason why your hands wavered. He briefly considered giving you what you wanted - what you needed. But DAMN did you look so sexy as you panted so hard he could feel your breath on his neck, your sweet scent overpowering the smell of tobacco.

Everything. All of it. You.

You made Nanami just want to tease you more.

"Babe, put it in already," you said, voice cracking. You felt your eyes tear up from being edged for so long without any promise of relief.

"Not yet," Nanami responded, kissing you gently under your jaw. You clawed the back of his dress shirt and clenched your jaw. The lack of force behind his actions was frustrating you to the point of insanity.

Deciding to take the situation into your own hands, you forced your mouth on him, your hand firmly keeping his head still as your tongue danced with his. Finally, you felt him lean in -- the first ounce of passion he's given you all night. You knew he loved it when you were aggressive with your hands, and knew doing this would weaken him.

When you finally released the kiss, Nanami unbuttoned his pants. Excited at what the action implied, you hastily unbuttoned his shirt, ripping it off his person the moment you undid the last button. He managed to strip his lower half, exposing his dick to the warm air between your bodies. Instinctually, you moved forward, your hand guiding him to your entrance.

"Not yet," Nanami said, sternly this time. He pushed you back onto his thigh.

With a gruff voice, Nanami reminded you: "This is your punishment for getting so handsy without permission." The hairs on the back of your neck stood on-end.

You looked at him with an incredulously tortured face. He didn't give any hint of being remorseful for his actions.

At this point, you got angry. You sneered at him as you lifted your arm to slap him, but he was quick to stop you, halting the motion of your swing by restraining your wrist. He pulled your arm down causing you to lean closer. He had forgotten his strength, making you wince at the pain.

"You're not being very cooperative," Nanami whispered in your ear. "What shall I do with someone so disobedient?"

"Please," you begged. Even though you had resisted crying, the tears came anyway. Before you knew it, your hips started grinding against his thigh again. You needed to feel something and this was all he let you have. Nanami's dick twitched as he felt your lower lips clamp around the crest of his thigh. Feeling your wetness directly on his skin was a different experience all together. He couldn't think of a time when you've been wetter.

Shit...he wanted you.

"Five minutes. If you can be a good girl for that long, I'll start." His hands dug around your hips and pushed you downwards, your lower lips parting ways to maximize the area creaming on his thigh.

"Fuck," you responded.

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Tags: @wifeofkakashihatake @mintyrae

[karmelek-writes]

comfort zone I part 3

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

Word count: 4,5k

Warnings: angst, swearing, suggestive comments, mentions of sex, smut, adult themes

A/N: Hey guys! This is part three of the "comfort zone". I wanted to thank you all again for supporting me and commenting, reblogging, and liking the series! Also, sorry for the delay. The next part will come out on Friday, as usual. Let me know what you think of this part! (sorry for any mistakes, English is not my native language plus this part wasn't proofreaded)

Love, W 🖤

When you entered Tom's bedroom you immediately felt your tensed body softening as the smell of Tom intoxicated your senses. There wasn't another place on this earth you felt more comfortable in than his room. It wasn't big but the cream-painted walls and huge mirror in the middle made it seem vaster. There wasn't much furniture, just all the necessities, but you had to admit that Tom had been keeping his room clean and fresh. It was typical, yet lego Death Star set and spiderman figures arranged neatly on a bedside table screamed Tom. You kept teasing him about this but in reality, you found it endearing. The souvenirs he brought home from the places he had visited were dusting on the shelf, reminding him of good old days having fun on set and hanging out with the cast after work. What always got your attention was his cartoon figure leaning on the wall next to his bed. He got it for his birthday after landing the role of spiderman as a joke from Harrison, his brothers, and you. Even when Tom was younger everyone knew he was born to act. His family and friends would tease him about it calling him a movie star which always made him fuss around. When he finally made it to Hollywood, you all knew what you had to do. You told him that you all had a surprise purposely hyping it up. Judging by his reaction you expected him to throw it out but he kept it. At times Tom was a nerd but it made you like him even more because despite becoming a literal movie star, he never stopped being this little cute boy who still slept in spiderman pj's he was gifted on his 19th birthday.

The cartoon figure was what you were looking at when Tom cleared his throat and locked the door. The action made you turn around to glance at him with confusion written all over your face. His focused gaze and sudden shift of behaviour confirmed your suspicion that it was going to be a serious conversation.

"So… Are we going to talk about what happened?" Tom's nervous voice rang in your ears making your heart rate speed up. You knew that was the moment you had to confront him about your feelings. “Because for the last couple of days I’ve been thinking about everything. I would hate to leave like that.”

“I know,” you sighed mentally preparing yourself to recite the speech you’ve created in your mind in advance. “Look, ever since I met you I feel like my life has gotten better. I never thought I would have such an amazing person in my life,” in the corner of your eye you saw Tom smiling excitedly at your compliment. His honey-brown eyes were sparkling and you had to stop yourself from hugging him and running your hand through his messy curls. “What happened between us was sudden and I’ve said it already, I don’t regret it. Actually, I’m quite happy with how things turned out,” you chucked at the end hoping it would relieve the stress and hesitation in your voice. Your words were all that brunette needed to confirm that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. In the room illuminated by the moonlight, Tom’s silhouette moved closer to you. Having approached you, he touched your exposed arm and traced his fingers up so gently as if he was scared he would break you if he pushed harder. His hand on your body caused shivers to appear and a slight flush crept into your cheeks. You hated and loved the contact silently hoping he would give you more. It seemed like your thoughts were heard as Tom slowly but confidently started to walk you backwards until you fell on his unmade bed. He leaned as close as he could, placing both arms on the sides of your head making it impossible for you to escape.

"I don't want to leave you here," he fussed, highly aware that the next few weeks were going to be hell without you lulling him to sleep, inquisitively going on and on about your day. Resisting the urge to pout you tried to overcome the feeling of sadness slowly accumulating in your chest.

"And I don't want you to leave," a deep sigh escaped your lips, pushing back the thought of him flying away the following day. "But we are here now, so what are you going to do about it?" you extended your arm to grasp Tom's messy curls, daring him to cross the boundary unconsciously set up the moment you've become friends to dive in the pleasure. Tom didn't give you a verbal answer, but knowing that actions speak louder than words, he lowered himself to place a soft kiss on the crook of your neck. The cracked lips caused a wave of shivers to run down your spine, your stomach dropping as you felt sudden wetness between your legs. Mixed with the wet marks left by Tom's tongue, the sensation made your eyes shut, spots emerging in front of them. All your senses were keen, escalating the intensity of the experience.

Tom was determined to work you up as he unhurriedly worshiped your body. A deep moan followed by a throaty “fuck” were the sounds at which you opened your eyes. Your longing stare met Tom’s one and you could swear right then, right there you had never seen a more mesmerising sight. Brunette’s once soft strands now had stuck to his forehead glistening from the sweat. His usually pale cheeks were now painted deep pink - a result of his unholy thoughts combined with the sight of your perfectly shaped body. Eyes dark with desire, hungry to capture every inch of your figure. You noticed beads of sweat dripping on your already wet chest, your shirt clinging to your torso enhancing curves you’d work so hard on at the gym. Lifting yourself on your elbows you signed to Tom to help you strip. You weren’t a self-conscious person, nor were you hesitant to show your figure, but you didn’t like to preen yourself on it. However, you felt the rush of confidence wash over as you caught Tom lustful ogling and wanted to take control of the situation. Shifting from underneath you poked Tom’s chest and pushed him to lay down. Foggy mind and the burn you’d felt on the skin still were dislimning your senses causing you to clumsily collapse at the top of Tom in your attempt to straddle him. Silent ouchs followed by a breathy laugh falling from the boy’s lips made your heart clunch in embarrassment. Much to your surprise, he kissed you as if he wanted to assure you that he didn’t find your awkwardness unnerving. In the few seconds of your make-out session, you recomposed yourself and broke the kiss wanting more as the throbbing between your legs became unbearable.

In the heat of a moment, you took off your bra leaving your breasts exposed for Tom to admire. You didn’t miss how his pupils dilated and his mouth went dry just by gaping at you. This fueled up your nerve leaving no place for doubt and hesitation in your mind. Shamelessly, you rocked your hips against his own at a slow pace. Grunts and scratchy moans could be heard, falling from Tom’s lips like prayers begging for your pleasure. With his eyes shut and fists clenched, he couldn’t look more beautiful, more vulnerable, falling into pieces for you. Finding pleasure in the position and the power you hold over him, you let yourself get lost in the bliss of his hard cock sliding through your folds, the tip teasing your sensitive clit in a steady motion. Wrapping his arm around your waist, Tom lifted himself until he was on an eye level with your chest, his mouth immediately clinging to your breasts, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. Slowing down your pace, you cupped Tom's face and connected your lips in an aggressive kiss, teeth brushing and tongues intertwined. Fighting for dominance, Tom flipped you so that he was on top. Groaning, you brought him impossibly close leaving no space between your sweaty and hot bodies. Tom's little whimpers were more often now that he was thrusting into your hips, trying to bring himself closer to the limit. Knowing you couldn't last much longer you moved your hand to slip it into your undergarment only for Tom to stop you to do it himself. He licked his fingertips and shoved it into your panties, rubbing your clit in circles.

“That’s okay, cum for me baby,” Tom muttered, trying hard to catch his breath. Completely lost in the moment, you obeyed his command and let go of the tight knot that formed in your stomach. The sensation of Tom’s body pressing against you and his fingers playing with the heart of your femininity caused you to almost black out, starts appearing in front of your eyes. Letting out a pornographic moan, you tried to arch your back gripping the sheets so hard your skin turned white. You couldn’t tell for how long you were wiggling under your best friend’s body but it felt like hours until you were able to get back to reality.

Coming down from your high you took notice of a wet stain on Tom’s trousers. You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off offering you some fresh clothes and a glass of water. Not thinking much, you accepted his little acts of care and walked past him to change in the bathroom.

Having closed the door, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to calm your racing heart. While you were getting dressed Tom was silently freaking out. He could’t believe that you went this far. It still felt like a dream to him. At that moment he hated his lifestyle, he hated his profession that required him to fly away the following morning, splitting you up in the worst time. Maybe he could convince you to go with him? No, it was crazy. You had your life here, it wouldn’t be fair to take it away.

Tom’s running thoughts were cut off by the click of the door followed by your silhouette emerging from the room with a small smile. Tom returned the gesture and nodded at the bed, silently asking if you wanted to lay down with him. Getting back on the soft mattres, you let out a sigh contemplating if you should bring up your feelings. Truthfully speaking, you didn’t know how to act and it seemed like so did Tom. He sat down at the foot of the bed, facing away from you. He was scratching the nape of his neck - a habit that always betrayed his nervosity. He then suddenly stopped and it seemed like he came to terms with himself as he turned around to look at you with tears threatening to fall from his eyes and imperceptibly bleeding lip. He had to bite it to prevent it from trembling but the pressure was hard enough to rip the fragile skin of an organ. You couldn’t read anything from the look on his face and it scared you. Not thinking much you embraced him from behind placing your forehead against the side of his face. You wanted him to feel you, to detect that you were there for him.

“I-I don’t want to l-leave,” a broken stutter left his lips, repeating the words he had used before.

“I know, but people expect you to go,” you whispered to him, slowly rocking you two from side to side to the sound of the clock tickling and driving cars coming from outside the window.

“Tell me something that will make me stay,” his words echoed in the quiet room, so desperate and calling for help. Not thinking much you blurred out the first thing that came to your mind.

“I think I’m falling in love with you and that scares me but I don’t want you to go either,” before you got a chance to register your confession, Tom wrenched himself away from you to see if you were serious. He definitely wasn’t in the mood for jokes so when he identified your stoned expression he knew you meant every single word. Suddenly, a way of regret and pity washed over him, not being sure how to tell you the truth without breaking your heart.

“I… That’s… Um…” he tried to initiate the conversation but his mind was so fogged from regret and miscomprehension.

“You don’t feel the same?” you more of stated with so much heartbreak in your voice it took everything in Tom not to lie and tell you he’s always loved you to fix his mistakes. He stopped himself from it because you deserved something better than that. On the spur of the moment, he cupped your face hoping it would help him get to you easier.

“I love you, I really do but…” he couldn’t finish the sentence. It would kill him to watch your face fall with disappointment and sorrow, let down by the only guy who promised to cherish you forever.

“You don’t have to say anything more. I understand,” pushing Tom away from you, you got up making your way to the door wishing to get away from him as soon as possible. You were hurt beyond your expectations. All of the little moments you shared, the kiss, tonight, it meant nothing. You were livid at yourself, you didn’t know for what more - being so stupid to believe that he could ever love you or that he would ever want you for something more than just an easy fuck. Fueled by the sudden anger you turned to Tom with disgust painted all over your face. “Was I just a girl you wanted to try for a day and dump? Was I just good fun for you? Did you have fun playing with me?”

“God, no! I didn’t mean it to happen! I just did and I’m sorry, okay? Just please sit down and let me explain,” you were extremely angry but you needed answers so you stayed in your place, waiting for Tom to continue. “I tried so hard to love you. It just never felt right like there was something missing and I-I don’t k-know what it is but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you. I do love you, can’t you see that?” you didn’t reply for a few seconds and Tom started to get nervous. “Please, say something.”

“Can you try again?” you asked in a small voice. You kept your arms around yourself feeling uncomfortable out of the blue, your black socks suddenly becoming amusing sight to look at.

“Can I try what again?” confusion was evident in Tom’s tone. He knew he was losing you and he needed to do everything to keep you by his side.

“Try to love me.” silence filled the room as you asked the unfortunate question hoping for the answer you already knew you couldn’t get. But it was worth trying, wasn’t it?

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I can,” the words were hard for Tom to get out, a lump forming in his throat.

“Okay,” was all you muttered and at that moment Tom realised he fucked up. “I should go already, it’s late and you have to catch an early plane so…” you trailed hoping that he will get a hint.

“Please, wait!” he ran up to you as you were to exit his bedroom to wrap his arms around you in one last hug before he would leave. “I will keep calling every day, I don’t care if you don’t pick up or block my number. I will always try to get to you. You’re my oxygen, I need you,” if you were in a different situation Tom’s deep sobs would make your heart ache and feel sorry for him, rushing to lighten up his mood but now you didn’t have any of those thoughts. You just felt numb at his praying, a strange feeling settling in your stomach feeling his touch.

“Please, don’t become a stranger,” Was Tom selfish? Yes, but desperate situations require desperate attempts.

Freeing yourself from the brunette's tight embrace, you looked him in the eye for the last time and left the room wishing him good luck at his new job. He didn’t try and call for you, nor did he run after you. He stared at you silently tiptoeing downstairs avoiding contact with other people. You needed to talk about everything like adults but he knew you needed time and he was willing to give you that. He just wished he wasn’t leaving.

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“Okay so… do you think we have all the stuff we need?” Harrison looked at you, having put your bag in the backseat.

“Yeah, granted that you didn’t forget to bring your big ego” you tried to joke and lift the mood but you knew it didn’t work when Harrison made a face at you. Since your not-so-nice exchange with Tom, you haven’t been in a pleasant mood. You knew that what he did wasn’t cool, but that didn’t stop you from missing him. You took off your phone, glancing at it for the twentieth time in the past thirty minutes only to see that you haven’t gotten any notifications. He said he would call. You felt stupid waiting for the guy who clearly didn’t want you and didn’t even bother to talk things out with you. You must have stared at your phone for a little too long because you heard Harrison clear his throat and saw him giving you a knowing look. You only rolled your eyes and put your phone back in your pocket.

“You can’t keep doing this, you know?” the blonde tried to take up a conversation with you. He knew something was up between you and Tom. He knew when you would stop smiling at him when he cracked jokes or when you stopped mentioning Tom in your conversations, or when he noticed Tom tensing at every mention of your name. He tried to get any pieces of information from his best friend but the brunette would always say that you were busy and that it wasn’t his business. Maybe it wasn’t Harrison’s place to be noisy but he had to admit that your careless aura was making him worry. Even when you were upset you acted more lively than now. He was aware that the matter was serious, he just didn’t know how to make it better… and he wanted to make it better for you.

During the last few weeks, your relationship progressed. Since Tom was constantly working, he didn’t have much time to call or text. And even if he did it seemed as if he wanted to spend it with other people. You couldn’t make out what went wrong in your relationship but you knew it was serious when Tom stopped making any effort. You’ve never seen him acting so indifferent towards you and it scared you. However, the lack of interaction between you two brought you closer to Harrison. You almost forgot how significant part of your life he was. Despite your sour mood, you enjoyed the time spent with him. He always made you laugh and feel needed. Your banter didn’t stop but it has changed into something softer and domestic. You found out that you didn’t mind it at all. Harrison still would do little things to drive you insane like casually tracing his fingers along your neck while putting a loose strain of your hair behind your ear or lowering his hand a bit too much than necessary while hugging you but it didn’t seem so unfamiliar and strange anymore. Talking to him almost daily, you learned to be more comfortable around him. To the point where you would hold his hand sometimes and stay over at his apartment after a long session of studying. That, however, didn’t mean that you couldn’t be playful. You knew that Harrison was as invested in your little game as you were. The rules may have changed a bit but it was still on. You had no idea what it meant for your friendship but it was too intoxicating to stop. Now that Tom was not there you could let yourself fully focus on it. You loved the feeling of uncertainty and on the other hand, you wanted to see how far you could push Harrison’s buttons. You were curious how much of it he could handle and if he would snap at some point. You couldn’t help yourself but subtly torture him with your slight touches during movie nights or walking around without a bra. You liked how worked up he always got. He would try to keep it together and act classy in front of you but eventually, you would catch him checking you out. In a way, it all felt wrong but all his attention was on you and you couldn’t help but feel good having this power over him.

When you got in the car you put on some music and looked outside the window. You didn’t want to talk to Harrison about your issues, especially not your issues with Tom so you tried to ignore his questions. Harrison, on the other hand, couldn’t find a way to make you open up to him. You two talked but he also wanted to support you when you weren’t feeling like you could handle things yourself. He remembered how Tom would complain about you being too secretive, even though you’ve known each other for years. That’s how he knew he would have to work hard for you to warm up to him. But that was the effort he wanted to put in. In the blonde’s eyes, you were the most intriguing person he has ever met. You two first came across in the cafe he worked at. You used to go there for some tea every day after classes during your first year. He’s been watching you for some time before trying to talk to you. One day his colleague dared him to get your number after he caught Harrison drooling over you during his break. So he gathered the courage and shot his shot. You two talked until the end of his break. He tried to get your number but you gave him your Instagram account instead. Soon you started to text each other and became really good friends. He would ask for your number a few more times but you always rejected him telling him to work for it. Harrison laughed to himself and shook his head. Even at the beginning of your friendship, you bossed him around.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, a bit confused by his sudden outburst.

“I just remembered how you used to reject me when we first met.” he turned to give you a small smile and started the engine.

“Oh yeah… You were desperate,” you smirked at him, knowing it would cause a good reaction and you weren’t wrong. Harrison gasped, abruptly turning to face you with fake hurt painted on his face.

“I wasn’t desperate! I just saw a pretty girl and wanted to take her out on a date but you were playing hard to get so you lost your chance,” he said it so casually you thought you didn’t hear him right.

“You evidently hadn’t worked hard enough,” you shrugged as if you didn’t care but in reality, your heart rate has sped up. You hoped that Harrison couldn’t hear your shallow breath. You never knew he wanted to take you out on a date and you didn’t know how you felt about it. The thought of him liking you more than just a friend brought butterflies in your stomach to life, making your whole body shiver. Maybe he wanted to take you on a date before. That doesn’t mean he’s still into you.

“So what should I do to get you to agree to go on a date with me?” the knot in your stomach tightened as his voice dropped down an octave. Was it possible he was still interested after all this time?

“I thought I lost my chance,” trying to keep it cool you exhaled softly hoping that the blonde didn’t notice how you squirmed lightly in your seat.

“Well… It depends,” he moved a little bit closer to you catching eye contact.

“On what?” you whispered gently trying not to raise your voice in fear that you would interrupt the moment.

Harrison’s voice matched yours as he whispered “How hard you can work after,” Noticing your disgusted look, he started to laugh deeply.

“Oh God, your jokes are so poor,” you shook your head at him, not finding his joke amusing.

“Oh come on, I know you’ve been dreaming about it,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Maybe, just maybe you have thought of it once or twice but you’d rather die than admit it to him. "Besides my jokes aren't half as bad as yours"

“Whatever, Osterfield,” you tried to turn around and fasten your seat belt not in the mood to argue but he stopped your actions again.

“Hey look... I want you to have fun today, okay?” his voice softened as he took your hand in his and started to caress your palm. “I know we joke a lot and stuff.. But I really want to give you something to remember, a memory you would always smile at when thinking of it… or when thinking of me,” he chuckled as if he thought he was never on your mind. Oh, how wrong was he. “Just forget about everything and enjoy the moment. Can you do that for me?” you thought you would melt under his gaze. He was looking at you so lovingly with a dazzling smile that couldn’t make you disagree with him. You felt like his ocean blue eyes were piercing your soul, taking your breath away. After a moment you realised that you could look into them for hours memorising the way his pupils dilated when he was looking at you.

“A-alright, I will.” you stuttered but still smiled at him and held eye contact. You didn’t know it was possible but his grin got even bigger causing you to do the same.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” he smiled at you for the last time and turned around to start driving. Harrison said he planned something special for you. You didn’t know what the evening was about to bring but you knew you were screwed.

Taglist: @osterfieldshollandgirl, @tom-holland-is-spiderman-archive, @harryhollandsgirlfriend, @peachyafshawn

[honesthammie]

Te amo

I am working on a few of the other prompts and a part 2 to prompt 4 the soulmate au I just recently got another puppy and I still have uni work to do so I'm a bit behind schedule with these and I'm so sorry. Hopefully this little kinda songfic makes up for it.

13th doctor x female reader

Warnings: swearing as usual, fluffy, sad thoughts, twist the original songs meaning, long as fuck.

Probably terrible as its my first songfic

I don't know much Spanish so some of the examples later on are Google translated and I know it can be wrong so I do apologise for any mistranslations

This is based off Rhiannas song Te Amo but I'm switching it up a little. I dont why 13th doctor came into my head when I was listening to it but it gave me this lil oneshot idea so enjoy! The picture is not mine but the rainbow effect added is done by me! Same for the picture later on.

I've been travelling with this amazing alien for a whole year now. The adventures are always amazing if she's there! The others sometimes complain and say its boring, especially on a junk planet but to see her face light up with excitement makes my day and it well worth the dirt we cover ourselves on by the time we are done. And when she finds something that she thought was useful and it turns out, it's not her scrunch is amazing.

Okay, I'll admit it. I'm in love with this alien. I know, weird, a human and an alien together? But I can't help it! I'm completely besotted with her. If she even looks in my direction, my legs go to jelly and I get butterflies. I know, cheesy. But thats exactly how I feel around her. I barely want to touch her because I nearly fainted the last few times. And I fear she may pick up on how I'm distancing myself from her. I don't want to break her heart and leave, the thought of her look kills me as is so I'm trying to get her to kick me off.

It doesn't seem to be working though. I've been distancing myself since I found out about how I feel, which is now 6 months ago and she's trying to get me to be as close as I was with her.

I'll tell her. On one of our amazing adventures but I can't do it straight forward, it's making me sick with anxiety just thinking about it. I'll fancy it up, make her work it out. Whenever we are next to each other and the moment is right, I'll tell her in another language!

I finally get out of bed after I finished writing in my diary. I slip some comfy clothes on and head out to the TARDIS library and hope no one is there, especially her. I'll be distracted and right now, I need to concentrate. I wonder the warm halls, grateful that the TARDIS had considered my preferences. I think the TARDIS likes me more than the others because I talk to her and show her gratefulness for taking us somewhere amazing and I chat to her regularly and I try to involve her in my conversations. The others find it weird, except for the Doctor, she just smiles and joins in with me. Im still learning how to translate her but I think I've sort of got it.

I reach my hand forward and grab the aged bronze doorknob and open to the giant room. There were so many floors that an elevator had to be used to access some of them as the Doctor said "walking would literally take weeks to reach some floors". Thankfully the TARDIS organises them to make them easier to find. I looked forward and saw an interactive map in front of me. My hands touched the screen and many subjects and categories came up. Anything ranging from kiddie tales to straight up smut, I have a feeling either River or Missy are to blame for that addition.

I've never met them but the TARDIS showed me videos from her database and brought books to my attention about them. They both seem very dirty minded people so I'm not surprised those are there. I wonder if the Doctor has ever stumbled upon this section or is it for none Doctor eyes only? If she does know about them, has she ever read one? No, don't go there you stupid brain! She probably doesn't know!

I quickly stop that train of thought and catch my breath. I've never thought about those kinds of things about anyone before. Stupid Timelord, making me go all weird and think dirty things. Now my face is all red, I really hope I'm alone in here. I quickly focus back to the task at hand, finding a new language to learn. The TARDIS seemed to know where to go and blue arrows appeared, guiding me to the right section in what could be a maze.

As I walking, I felt excitement rise within me. What if she felt the same way? What if she was impressed by how far I wanted to go just to say those 3 words? Would her hazel honey eyes sparkle with delight? Would she scronch her nose in amazement?

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the language learning section and there were many alien languages but the TARDIS seemed to have a better idea of what would be perfect for me as a white hardback book fell off the 4th shelf onto the wooden floor. I picked it up and noticed how smooth the cover was and how old yet unused it looked. The white was a little off, almost a dull cream from ageing which made the gold writing harder to read. The title was simple:

Spanish basics and need to knows.

I did always find Spanish in school fun to learn, more than French or German anyway and I don't wanna stereotype this into a typical French is the language of romance. I never really found it romantic sounding compared to Spanish.

I picked up the book and quickly flicked through to the right page and took a note on my phone as to what the translation was and put the worn book away. I quietly thanked the TARDIS and rushed out of the library and back into my room where I could practice without getting caught.

A few weeks have passed since I picked up the new words and practiced them until I was confident and had the TARDIS' approval that I was saying it right. Today the Doctor wanted to take us to this party in the 18th century and we all decided to dress for the part once we landed.

Yaz was wearing a beautiful black and red ballroom gown, accented with little bows around the bottom and lace cuffs. She had her black hair curled into a ponytail. It was simple and cute, much like her style normally. Graham and Ryan wore similar suits but Graham wore green accents and Ryan wore yellow accents.

I let the TARDIS pick my dress. She picked a black and dark blue ballroom gown with blue roses on the bottom. It had black lace underneath and blue lace as the cuffs. The gown also seemed to glitter slightly in the light making me sparkle very subtly. I put my comfy boots on as you couldn't see my shoes as I walked anyway so why did it matter? With all the running we do, I'm not risking my ankles with heels, thank you very much. I had my (h/c) hair in (fave style). It suited my dress perfectly.

I nearly choked on oxygen when I saw how hot the Doctor looked in her suit. It took me a few moments to realise we match. We both blushed at the realisation. Of course the TARDIS makes us match! No wonder why she was more than eager to help me pick an outfit! Stupid sentient ship, shipping us already!

I quickly cleared my throat and complimented everyone on how amazing they looked but I just couldn't take my eyes off the Doctor for long. She was like a magnet for my eyes. Someone help before she realises!

"Don't we all look brilliant? Perfect for the party! 18th century Yorkshire to be exact! What a great century for you guys. Now then, this party is for Nobles and higher, as per usual in these times. Ryan, I suggest you keep in mind about any racist comments that may come out. But as long as you say your Graham's personal butler, you should be welcomed with little resistance. And Yaz, I want you to be (y/n)'s personal maid. That does mean you'll have to follow your so called "masters" around and do anything they ask unfortunately and Graham, (y/n), please act like the others around you and use them. Unfortunately this is the only way all 5 of us can join the party. You'll be fine as long as you bite your tongues. Now the Noble Edward Collins is the host so be sure to thank him for inviting you, even though you technically weren't. And try not to get too drunk, I know what you humans are like! Now follow me." The Doctor explained. I was going to tell the Doctor today, but I guess, I'll have to wait.

The Doctor opened the doors and we were in a cupboard under some gorgeous marble stairs. As we walked towards the party I noticed some family portraits along the walls. They were a very beautiful looking family. The mother had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. The father was buff, long brown hair and daring brown eyes. There were two children, a girl and a boy. The girl had long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, whilst the son had blonde hair and brown eyes. They also had a brown greyhound dog laying by the sons feet. The son must be the host, Edward. He looked not much older than 10 in the last painting but the daughter was no where to be found in the portrait and theu all looked mournful. Is she dead and is that the picture capturing the moment of grief? Why would anyone want that? It's so strange, even for this time period.

The Doctor held me and Yaz close, stopping us in our tracks. My heart was racing at the simple touch. But as soon as the touch was there, it was gone. "I hope its okay with you (y/n) but you're going to have to be married to someone."

My heart stopped for a moment and I nearly choked on air. "What? Why?"

"Because women like yourself would have been married as young as 13 or 14. Now your only choices are me and Graham. You can't choose Ryan as he's supposed to be a butler and you can't choose Yaz as she's your maid. The choice is yours, I just need to know wether or not I should refer to you as my darling wife or not?"

What. The. Fuck.

Why did her even calling me that l, turn me on? Obviously, I'm going to choose her but I'm going to have to perfect my reasoning here.

"As much as I love Graham, it's going to be awkward if I have to kiss him or anything because he's like my grandad! I guess you'll do Timelord. Come on then husband, we don't want to be late to the dancefloor!" I spoke clearly hoping she didn't notice how excited I actually was to have even a hint of a relationship with her. It may be fake but ill take anything when it comes to her.

We arrived at the welcome committee and handed our cards over, aka the psychic paper. We were going as Mr and Mrs (last name). The Doctor was holding my hand this entire time and it's driving me insane. I don't know if she can feel my racing pulse under her fingers but if she can I hope she puts it down to excitement! We walked down the most grandest staircase you would ever lay your eyes on.

First we walked around, greeting everyone as they came up to us or if she dragged me to someone she knew, but not personally. She was cute when she was fangirling over these people. Yaz found it annoying as she just wanted to party but I couldn't help it. The way her eyes shimmer with recognition was more beautiful than any galaxy she could ever take us. Sometimes her eyes flickered with admiration and it did make me have jealousy for just a moment before I remembered, I'm staying with her and they aren't .

As the party moved on we met the host Edward. He looked a lot different than in his paintings. He was around 20 years old now and his blonde hair was below his shoulders. He looked a lot like his father with his muscley build. And he was very charismatic which I did not like as he poured all his charm into the Doctor. Does everyone here know that he's gay or does he see through the Doctors disguise? Either way, it was rubbing me the wrong way. I quickly excused myself with Yaz and walked into the bathroom.

"I did not like him. I do not like this Edward guy. Something about him rubs me completely wrong. He's handsome but something is telling me he knows the Doctor isn't a man."

"I felt the same way. He knows something we don't. Before we go out there again, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Yaz asked. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. She knows. The jig is up with Yaz. "How do you feel about her, honestly? One minute you 2 are inseparable, then you distance yourself and now you are a nervous wreck around her! I won't judge but I just want to make sure my theory is correct."

Shit. I guess I really was obvious. Does she know?

"If your theory is about me falling hopelessly in love with the Doctor then you'd be correct. I can't help it. I'm going to tell her how I feel without being completely stupid. I just need a right moment to say it." I spoke with a heavy sigh. Hopefully, Yaz can help create that moment thay I need. She nods her head and opens the door. We walk back to the Doctor and notice Edward has gone to other guests and she was talking to Graham. I looked around and saw Ryan flirting with a pretty lady near the food table. Why am I not surprised?

A few hours had passed and the Doctor seemed bored with standing and talking so I made a plan in my head. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dancefloor as the next song came on. I didn't quite know how to dance properly but I knew the basics if it. She has to lead and I simply follow suit. It took a few moments but I got the hang of it with the Doctors help. Soon we were dancing so gracefully underneath the most beautiful candelabra that lit up her face perfectly.

Her hair swayed to our perfect dance ever so gently. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and her lips were in a permanent smile. She even laughed a couple of times. Then as the music slowed down to a pace that was perfect, I grabbed her waist and looked her. My heart was going crazy and my legs were about to buckle but I had rehearsed my lines. I can do this.

"Hey Doc. Its been an amazing time with you but I can't continue this without being honest with you. But everytime I get close, I back down in fear. So I'm going to let you figure it out. Doctora te amo. Entiendo que si no sientes lo mismo y me iré si quieres. (Doctor i love you. i understand if you don't feel the same way and i'll leave if you want.)" I spoke with as much passion and intention as I could. I looked into her eyes and saw her confused and trying to work out what I said. I would find it cute if my heart was beating right out of my chest. "Well, I've had a great time but I'm fucking knackered. I'm calling it night. I'll be heading to the TARDIS if you need me."

"I'll come with ya. I'm knackered as well and we both need each other to undo the corsets and mine is starting to hurt a little bit. How we used to do this for a full day, everyday, is beyond my understanding. As beautiful as we look, I don't think its worth the pain this will bring in the morning." Yaz spoke with a slight mumble as proof of her mental state and finishing with a yawn. I chuckled at her state and walked back to the TARDIS with a small amount of chat along the way.

She is right though. These corsets really do hurt you after a while, I'm glad I chose not to wear heels or else I'll be fucked for in the morning. I would literally scream. I think the Doctor had the right idea in wearing a suit, no pain. I do feel bad for leaving her but I just need some space after basically admitting everything that's been built up within me for too damn long. Maybe I should tell Yaz how it went and maybe she can help determine if the Doctor is happy or not.

We walked back into the wardrobe room and I helped Yaz out of her corset. She immediately sighed in relief. She finished getting herself into comfy clothes and started to untie my ribbon.

"So did you tell her?"

"Sort of. I basically told her everything but in Spanish. I just hope it doesn't change anything, except in a positive way, of course! If she wants me gone, I've told her that it's fine and I understand. She's very socially awkward and as cute as I find it, it may not help me in this situation. Do you have any clues on how she may react once she figures it out?"

Yaz stopped untying my corset for a moment and placed 1 finger upon her chin in thought. Her eyes were almost shut and seemed almost completely black in the light. After what seemed like forever, she took her finger off her chin and beamed a toothy smile. Her eyes sparkled as she remembered something and seemed to gleam slightly menacingly. A smirk replaced her smile soon after.

"There's a few times she's shown affection towards you. And I mean romantic affection. She always chooses to hold your hand over anyone else's if given the choice. She always steps I'm front of you when an enemy threatens to kill us all or hurt us in anyway. When you go wandering around on your own, she's terrified thats she's lost you forever to an enemy we don't even know of!" Yaz starts explaining carefully as if she's worried on how to word it.

"Those are just friendly affec-"

"I wasn't done. I was warming up." Yaz interrupts me as I was about to go into a self deprecating speech on how I'm just a friend to everyone and never a lover. "She always looks to see your face on adventures because she secretly loves your reactions, bad or good. When the Master revealed himself, she looked straight at you for support on how she should react. When she came back from the Kasavin, she ran straight to you and made sure you were ok first before any of us. When we were in the Tsungra medical ship, the first person she asked for was you! Whilst she was unconscious on board the ship, she kept mumbling your name, over and over again. When she saw how gorgeous you looked today, I thought she'd take you right there on the spot! She fucking loves you (y/n)! You're just so unbelievably blind to it all!"

Yaz was almost red with rage. Did she really do all that, for me? The TARDIS mustve read my mind and seemed to hum positively in reply. If everything Yaz said is true then she'll be so happy about it and maybe we can be a thing! But then again, maybe losing so many in a similar position as me will turn her away. Maybe her soul is awry and she's asking why right now.

Once I had gotten changed I went to sleep almost straight away, I suppose all that dancing and social ques having tired me out more than I thought.

I woke up to a soft knock on my door. I rubbed my (e/c) eyes and told them I'd be a few minutes as I've only just woken up. It wasn't until I finished brushing my (h/c) hair that I remembered what happened yesterday. All the panic rushed within me at once and I nearly threw up. I took several deep breaths and opened the door.

"GRAHAM THANK FUCK ITS YOU!" I almost shouted at him. He looked a little bewildered for a moment before he seemed to remember what brought him here in the first place.

"Hello Love, I'm here because Doc wanted to speak with you privately in the library. She says that the TARDIS will guide you to her location. She seemed a little off after you and Yaz left. Did something happen? Is everything ok?" Graham asked cautiously. He must be so confused.

"Sort of. I'll explain more when I get back but what do you mean by "a little off"?"

"Well she seemed lost in all sense of the word. She kept muttering "Te Amo" all the time. She was all over the place aswell. She got me and Ryan back here not long after you guys. Something about not trusting Ryan to not get alcohol poisoning without her around. She hasn't really left the library since if I'm honest. She's been in there for 12 hours. I only know she wants you because she whattsapped me on my phone. Whatever is going on, please sort it out, she's starting to really worry me. She hasn't been the same since that Master guy came around." Graham spoke clearly, albeit confused. I nodded my head and walked in the opposite direction to him and hoped the TARDIS would take me there quicker than normal. I want to treat this like a plaster, rip it off in one go.

Sooner than I realised, I grabbed the all too familiar door knob of the library. I took a deep breath and walked in. A blue line appeared towards the interactive map. I awakened the console and I saw a black screen with a few words on it. It looked like a message with how it was presented.

Hello (y/n)! Don't walk until you calm. Breath deeply and try not to panic. I promise you, all will work out in the end. I see more than you realise and I know my thief better than anyone whoever stepped foot into my being. I know of her main problem about the situation. If she loves you, drink this. It won't hurt, she'll know what it is.

The TARDIS

I should have been surprised by this new knowledge that she could speak to me, in a way, but I've seen so much and I am so tender hooks so I didn't take much notice of it. I quickly sat down and tried to control my breathing. After about 5 or so minutes, I felt calm enough to finally meet up with her and hear what she has to say.

I followed the blue line carefully until I spotted her in a comfy room. She mustve gotten changed at some point as she was wearing her usual rainbow outfit, minus the jacket. She was sat on a deep purple sofa, legs curled into her body. Her shoes were on the carpeted floor underneath her, seemingly forgotten for the moment. There were many books surrounding us from many cultures and spieces. One wall had a cozy wood burning fireplace crackling within the silence that surrounded us.

Her face was scrunched within deep thought. Her eyes sparkling with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on; hope, sorrow or excitement? Her lips had a small smirk gracing them and her teeth had bitten a small part of it. Her hands were holding a book in a way where I couldn't quite see what it was.

I didn't want to disturb her as she looked so ethereal with the warm glow of the fire highlighting her in the perfect way. Unfortunately, it's plaster time and I wanted this sorted sooner rather than later. I took a deep breath took in the picture for memory.

"Hey, Graham said you wanted to talk to me? Is everything ok?" I asked gently and as softly as I could so she was carefully brought out of her little world. I didn't want to scare her. She raised her eyes from her book for a moment and bookmarked the page she was at with a little TARDIS paperclip. She placed the book on the table at the side of her and patted the seat next to her.

As I sat down my nerves were through the roof. She gave nothing away as she stared at me for a minute, as if assessing something about me.

"Why are you so nervous? Calm down. You are right, It is to do with last night. You left pretty abruptly after basically confessing your feelings to me. I was so confused, not just about what you said but about myself and what I wanted to do about you." The Doctor spoke monotonously. Did she mean get rid of me? "I had to first of all, find out what you said, well done on learning a new language by the way, one even I'm not fluent at. I'm guessing the old girl had something to do with that idea. Not that, you aren't smart enough but you don't know what languages I do or don't know."

The Tardis seemed to chuckled at the accusation and I simply nodded my head. "I wanted to buy myself time and to impress you."

"You impressed me a long time ago Miss (l/n). That is just a cherry on top. After I figured out what you said, no thanks to my old friend here, I went through a lot of thinking. I've not been in many relationships and you know my history regarding the ones I have been in. You know, River and Missy? And I have such a bad past with it ending in nothing but tears for me. I always lose those I care for deeply." She spoke with tears spilling from her gorgeous eyes. I grabbed her face gently and wiped away the stray tears that managed to escape their home.

"That was when you were a man. You're a woman now, everything is so different. Relationships can be heartbreaking. I know what you're main problem is and the TARDIS has a solution to that. I just need you to tell me the truth. How do you feel about me? Do you want me to stay or not?" I stated holding the small shot glassed amount of liquid in my hand. The liquid was golden and sparkled slightly in the light. There were specks of orange and silver within it and it was as hot as a nice cup of (hot drink). Her eyes sparkled with hope and shock. Her lips were smiling wide. And she seemed to giggle at the sight of it. She held it for a moment as if examining it like a rare artefact, maybe it was. Either way, I trust her judgement and if she's happy about it, then so am I. Once she had analysed the drink, she practically leapt into my arms and pushed me down on my back. She smelled of custard creams and the TARDIS which was odd but completely her and I couldn't imagine her smelling any other way.

"That does solve our problem! What she has just given you is the rarest liquid in the universe seeing as only one thing in the entirety of space can produce it. That drink is known as the nectar of the chosen ones. It's rare as the race that used to make them has practically gone extinct. There's only 3 left in the known universe and you're living in one. That drink is the blood of the TARDIS. It grants you immortality if you drink it. It is said to resemble your favourite beverage no matter who you are. However, it only lasts 100 years and you must drink it every century or else your body clock will kick in and you will age and be as mortal as you are now." She speaks with a warning as we sit up holding holds.

"I have no problem with that. I would sacrifice everything if it meant I got to call you mine. Just please tell me and I'll drink it." I told her with adoration in my eyes.

She held me close and planted a soft and gentle kiss to my lips. It was short but it sent more fireworks than you can imagine through my body. I knew I had found her. She grabbed my waist and whispered next to my ear:

"Te Amo"

[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (two)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3

Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.

AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.

The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed. 

"I told you not to unpack without me." 

You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored." 

You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner." 

All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled. 

"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole." 

You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?" 

"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend." 

You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!" 

"As you wish." 

After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne. 

DAY THREE

The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house. 

"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night. 

You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No." 

Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you. 

You put a hand on your hip. "Why?" 

Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you." 

"What?" This was news to you. "Why?" 

"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it." 

You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?" 

"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now." 

Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…" 

It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something. 

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude." 

Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while. 

The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation. 

Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow." 

It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.

You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived. 

Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you. 

You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace. 

"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar." 

Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try." 

While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today. 

Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen. 

"What?" 

Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now. 

"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning. 

"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you." 

You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…" 

Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar." 

He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see. 

"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife." 

Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!" 

"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me." 

"And why would you do that?" 

"...so I can look at it while I work…?" 

Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you. 

"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers." 

"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens. 

"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!" 

Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly." 

Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.

@escape-your-grape @hoodoo12 @softbeej @go-commander-kim @beetlesstuff @imma-fucking-nerd​ @werwulfy​

[donggyul]

Birthday Present

Member : 이한결 Lee Hangyul

Genre : Smut

Note : I realized that on Tumblr people normally write and read smuts so I'll try to write more smuts because I wrote lots of fluff and angst on wattpad. And the GIF is totally irrelevant but he's so cute 🥺 Also guys, if you guys read this, pls pls pls request smtg. I'm out of ideas. 😣

Warning : Dirty dirty words and swear words so watch out and prepare your hearts!

You waiting patiently in the dark to surprise your boyfriend because he said that he was nearby.

"SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" you said as soon as he walked in.

"What is all this?" he asked surprised.

"I prepared a surprise for you!" you said.

"You did all this by yourself?" he ask looking around.

"Yes! And you have no idea how long it took me..." you said.

"Thank you!" he said hugging you.

"We have to blow the cake too... Wait let me get it out of the freezer..." you said going to the freezer.

"Woahh my favourite ice cream cake!!" he exclaimed happily.

"Yup! I made it especially for you!" you said.

"Ahh... So that's why you've been busy this whole week..." he said finally understanding why you didn't give him a proper explanation when he asked you where you were going.

"Yup yup! Now let's blow the cake..." you said putting the candles on the cake.

"Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to Hangyuliee~ Happy birthday to you!!!" you sang and he blew the candles.

"I'll cut the cake..." you said struggling to cut the ice hard cake.

"I'll do it..." he chuckled.

He cut through the cake and ate a bite.

"How is it? Is it yummy?" you ask.

"Omg... What is this taste?" he said.

"Why why? Is it that bad?" you ask worried.

"No... Its super nice..." he said holding his thumb up.

"You scared me... I'm glad you like it..." you said.

"But... I dont get a present?" he ask.

"I forgot to buy you a present because I was busy preparing for all this..." you lowering your head.

"It's okay... I only need you..." he said lifting your chin and pecked your lips.

"But still it's your birthday... You only get to celebrate it once a year..." you said sulking.

"Then how about we do this... You give me whatever I want... Okay?" he said proposing an idea.

"Okay! What do you want?" you ask curiously.

"Let me think..." he said as his face gets closer to you.

"Will you really give me what I want?" he ask.

"Of course... Anything for you..." you said.

He went closer to you and kisses you softly. You can already guess what he wants.

Your hands immediately wraps around his neck bringing him closer to you. The kiss somehow got heated and it became rougher and rougher.

He pulled away from you out of breath but he ain't gonna stop here.

"I wanna do something special today... You'll let me do it right?" he ask.

"Anything you want Gyul..." you said confidently making him raise his eyebrows.

He didn't hesitate for a moment to attach your lips to his. His hands slowly making its way to undo your bra and massaging your breast, making you moan a little due to the sudden touch.

He pulled you off the chair and pulled down your pants and panties.

"I haven't done anything yet and you're already so wet..." he said touching the outside of your clit slowly.

"Gyul... No teasing okay?"you said.

"Fine... But its only because I can't hold it it either..."he said.

Upon hearing his words, your hands make it was to touch his clothed hardening dick, making him moan.

"Babe... Don't do that suddenly..." he said.

You didn't listen and continued massaging it but he stopped you.

"Didn't you say you'll give me whatever I want?" he ask.

"Of course I will..." you said and he smiled.

He suddenly put one finger into your clit making you moan a bit too loudly. You tried to cover your moans by biting your lips but he kissed you.

"I said don't ever hide your moans remember?" he said.

You nodded, thinking about what he said the last time you guys fucked.

He suddenly stop and took out his finger still kissing you. You didn't know what he was doing but didn't ask either because you agreed to let him do whatever he want.

You suddenly felt his finger you again. But this time it was cold. Making you jerk back from the sudden coldness.

"What is that Gyul?" you ask.

"The ice cream cake you made... I wanted to see if this will taste good together with your cum..." he said.

He took out his finger and went down to lick the ice cream off your clit.

"Mhmmm... It taste better now..." he said still licking your clit until nothing is left.

He took more of the cake and spread it all around your clit. Licking it off everytime. But his tongue didn't went into your clit. He was just licking it around your clit.

"Gyuliee... No teasing right?" you said.

"Don't worry... This is just a starter..." he got up and pulled you into the room.

He pushed you to the wall and started kissing you harshly. Hands moving fast to take out your clothes, his shirt and his pants. You took this moment to pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang up. You guys fucked a lot before but you were still surprised at how big it is everytime.

"Why? You wanna touch it?" he said wriggling his eyebrows.

"Can I?" you ask.

"Fine by me..." he said and layed down on the bed.

You went and started sucking on it. You licked his precum and slowly bobbed your head up and down. Your hands slowly touching up his thighs till his balls, massaging it slowly while sucking his dick. It made him a moaning mess everytime you did that.

"Fuck... Don't stop... I'm almost there..." he said.

He finally cum and you ate all of it.

"I really don't get how you're so good at it everytime..." he said.

"You're good at it too..." you said.

"My baby needs a reward too don't you?" he said.

"Yes please..." you said.

He guestered you to come on top on him. You climbed on top of him and he pulled your hips down, your clit directly at his mouth.

He touched the outside on you clit but didn't do anything other than that for awhile. It was making you so wet.

"Gyuliee... No teasing right..." you said.

"I'm sorry... I always face fuck you standing up so I didn't know how beautiful this is..." he said touching your clit.

He started to lick your clit and fuck it felt so good. He inserted one finger making you flinch. He was thrusting and licking you hungrily.

His free hand roam around your body and groped your boobs at the same time add another finger making you moan loud. You were gripping the headboard for support. He was face fucking you so good.

"Gyuliee... I'm gonna cum soon..." you said as you tighten around his fingers.

He thrusted faster and faster making all your cum spill on his face and he happily licked all of it off. But he didn't stop here. He continued to lick, thrust and massaging your boobs. You didn't stop him either. The pleasure was so good you can't resist.

Your 2nd cum came easily this time. You were too weak to move so he carried you off.

"You tired already?" he ask softly.

"I'm okay... You never stop do you..." you said jokingly.

"Sorry... Can't control myself..." he said cutely.

"I'm okay..." you said.

He smiled and kissed you again.

You sat on him and slowly insert his dick into you. It was big and you still couldn't adjust to the size, making you whine a little after it finally fitted it in you.

You nodded as a sign that he can move after you feel a little comfortable. It hurts but it felt so good. He was groping your boobs making you moan louder. He was thrusting slowly, afraid that you might get hurt but you quickly got used to his size.

"Gyul... Can you go faster?" you said and he did.

He started thrusting faster and faster. The whole bed was creaking because of him. After a few more thrust, you can't hold it in anymore.

"Gyuliee... I need to cum... I can't hold it in anymore..." you said in between moans.

He thrust faster and faster and you finally cummed. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he almost cummed but he stopped. He was about to take it out when you stop him.

"Gyul... Cum in me..." you said.

"Is it okay?" he ask still thrusting.

"I've been taking the pills so I'm sure..." you didn't even finish your sentence when he cummed in you, filling you up.

You rest your head at his shoulder, exhausted from all that cumming. You stayed like that for awhile then Hangyul took you off him and layed you on the bed. Covering you with the blanket.

He layed beside you and put his hands under your head,hugging you tight.

"Happy Birthday..." you said kissing him on the lips.

"Thank you... For preparing so much for me..." he said kissing your forehead before you fell asleep in his arms.

[skvaderarts]

Apocrypha Chapter Thirty Three: Leisure

Masterlist can be found Here! Thanks!

Chapter Thirty Three: Leisure

Note: Wow current events really put me behind on my schedule this week! The anxiety is real, folks! I’ll be okay though. Maybe. Also, I found out that I could actually listen to the DMC5 soundtrack through one of the streaming services and IT IS A BOP. I never realized how good some of that music is! I was too busy trying to achieve Smokin’ Sexy Style! Totally gonna be using that to write to from now on. And also, l now officially consider listening to Legacy as a form of self harm because the feels are too real!

 (-~-)

In all truthfulness, the botanist couldn’t remember the last time that she’d spent so much time around other people that she held dear, her relationships with the rest of her family having been on thin ice for nearly two decades now. Conforming to tradition at all costs was encouraged in her little corner of the world, and as such, deviating from her family’s wishes in the way that she had wasn’t smiled upon. But then again, she had never been one to do what other people thought was right, only truly able to trust her own judgement at the end of the day.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t terribly lonely. Perhaps the crushing silence was what had made her and Vergil such fast friends back in their youth, even if their idea of friendship was a bit unconventional. Most casual passers by would probably assume that they couldn’t stand one another, but anyone who spent any meaningful time around them could tell that, at the end of the day, they had one another’s backs no matter what, no questions asked. It could be tenuous at times, especially when Vergil showed up at her door after two decades to ask her to bend the laws of creation a little to help reclaim a wayward soul, but then then that just meant that even after all of this time, she was still one of the people he knew he could fall back on. There was a part of Magnolia that was actually flattered by that idea. He was legendarily difficult to gain the favor of, and the fact that he had still been able to trust her after so long was a testament to how well they got along, at least on most days.

Magnolia took a moment to collect her thoughts as she took a peak at the skillet brownie that she and V had been working on for the past hour or so. In all honesty, she got the impression that V wasn’t accustomed to spending this much time in close proximity to others. From what she’d come to understand about him, he was more or less solitary, and that was something that she was able to relate to, albeit not due to her own preference. She was far from an extrovert, but one thing she could tell was that something had made both of them decide to just avoid people as a whole at some point. And she had a feeling that his reasons were deeply personal. Which was why she’d been so pleasantly surprised when he’d asked to join her in the kitchen. Be it a result of boredom, or out of a desire to not be alone, she couldn’t tell, and she was not going to ask. At the end of the day, she didn’t really care. She was just happy to see that both V and Vergil were starting to come out of their shells a little. It seemed that everyone in the Sparda family had unfortunate baggage, and she intended to do anything she could do to help them. She didn’t want to see another family end up like she had with hers.

“... I can get that for you.” V said almost offhandedly as he leaned against the window in her kitchen. He was so quiet that she nearly forgot he was there. In that way, he and his father were very much alike. They both had a tendency to blend into the background in a domestic setting, quietly combing through their thoughts or simply day dreaming. She couldn’t be sure. What she was sure of was the fact that there was a key difference between the two white haired descendants of the Dark Knight Sparda. While they were both quiet, V lacked the -was bitterness the right word?- that his father possessed. Perhaps despair? While Vergil was more brooding and dejected, constantly lost in what had to be less than healthy thoughts, V was just… solemn in an almost despondent sort of way as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Both of them had been through entirely too much in proportion to the time they’d lived, and it showed. The question was where did they both go from there? Perhaps they could meet in the middle and their pain would cancel each other out in some sort of collision of mindsets? Wherever they both went from here, she could only hope that it was better than where they'd been prior to this, physically and mentally.

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself dear! You're barely staying on your feet as it is. I’ve got this.” Magnolia said with a pleasant smile as she removed the pan from the oven. V smirked slightly at the comment, painfully aware of how true that was. Due to the lingering weariness he was experiencing, his balance wasn’t the greatest at that given moment. He was fine until he attempted to either bend over or lean downwards. Something about the shift in stance sent all the blood rushing to his brain. But aside from that unfortunate fact, he actually felt just fine, and was sure that by the next morning or so, he’d more than likely be back to normal. Or, at least what he considered normal. 

In all honesty, he was genuinely tired most of the time, but not in the same sort of way that he was now. It was more of a case of being low energy as opposed to being sleepy. Maybe he needed to move to a less dreary climate?

Ah yes, moving. 

How had he forgotten so quickly?

“While we were away, I had ample time to consider your previous offer, Magnolia.” V said as he watched her search for a knife. Surely she wasn’t actually going to try and eat that so soon? Unless her mouth had a better coating in it than that very hot cast iron pan, she was going to burn every inch of her mouth. But then again, that was her prerogative, and he wasn’t in the habit of reminding a grown woman what her limitations were.

She glanced over at him as she produced a knife and an odd shaped metal spatula that was reminiscent of a large nail file. She then began cutting segments off of the large brownie and used the second utensil to pick up two of the sections and place them into a plate, placing them on the tray next to the tea they’d fixed. She then gestured for V to follow her, picking up the tray and heading into the living room.

It had genuinely never occurred to V that she didn’t own a TV until now, the part devil taking a moment to consider the fact that she seemed to have a plethora of books but never touched digital media. In fact, she even owned a record player. It was actually interesting to him how much their tastes seemed to be in sync with one another. While he wasn’t exactly a Luddite, he tended to lean more towards more vintage solutions for things, simply enjoying their overall style and form factor. But he couldn’t say that he was very interested in watching TV, either. In fact, he couldn’t name a single show that had come on in the past… well, ever really. He honestly didn’t care.

As soon as they both sat down, a perplexed look crossed Magnolia’s face as if something seemingly just occurred to her. She practically leapt up and into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with two small glass dishes filled with a scoop each of vanilla ice cream. V resisted the urge to laugh slightly at the sight, settling instead to just smirk and be quietly entertained by the ridiculousness of the situation at hand. As foregn of a concept as it was to him, he was relatively sure that he actually enjoyed spending time with Magnolia. Her quirky yet lovable personality was comforting in a way that he found unfamiliar but welcome, almost as if he’d subconsciously been looking for something like this for a while but had never known it.

“How in the world did I manage to forget this.” She said, placing the glasses down on the tray. The botanist shook her head as if she were deeply insulted by her own actions, her entire face pinched into a disapproving squint as she scooped the frozen treat onto her brownie.” What kind of heartless monster bakes a giant brownie and then eats it dry?! Simply unheard of! I ought to be burned at the stake for the wicked witch that I am.”

At that V couldn't’ help but snicker a little. He was positive that she was more upset about this than she had been to see the amount of blood he’d tracked all over her pristine house just a few short days ago. It was pure poppycock, and he loved it. “Yes, it seems you're far overdue for a reckoning of some kind. Sins of that magnitude can’t simply be ignored.”

Magnolia raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his statement. “Oh, so the young dearie does possess a sense of humor after all! Good thing, too. I was starting to worry!” She smiled and failed in her attempt to hold back a heartfelt laugh, shaking her head slightly as she did so.” In other news, what did you decide to do?” V leaned back slightly, exhaling before remembering that he could probably actually eat the brownie now. A soft smile briefly spread across his face as he looked at Magnolia, trying his best to make eye contact but then flaking out at the very last second.

“... I’ve decided to take you up on that offer.”

(-~-)

There were brief moments in the lives of every living being when they committed to a plan of action, and then immediately regretted their decisions when they came to grips with the outcome. Fleeting things that, in most instances, had far reaching consequences that even the most powerful of beings were powerless to do anything about. But thankfully, this was one of those rare instances in which the consequences were largely inopportune, but also insignificant, aside from the monumental and disproportionate amount of over-dramatic misery that they resulted in. 

In all honesty, there was no sufficient answer as to why Vergil had decided that going to a museum would be a riveting occasion. Although intelligent and well versed, Vergil didn’t really care that much for human history, aside from what he already knew. Learning from the past wasn’t one of his strong suites, but lingering in the past was, both metaphorically and literally. Somehow, some way, he’d just ended up in this place with no hope of understanding why. Aside from the fact that he’d talked himself into this mess, and didn’t really feel like being there any longer, Vergil lacked a sufficient excuse as to why he should leave, for both himself and his youngest son. 

On an impulse, Vergil had attempted to contact Nero via a phone booth near a frankly disgusting nightclub that sat just a block or so from Dante’s office before venturing to Fortuna to seek out his wayward son. The last time that he’d failed to answer the phone he’d been at Fortuna Castle with V, and the two of them had nearly gotten themselves killed. It was something that the two of them were proficient at when left unattended for long periods of time. But then again, getting several layers deep into an ocean of issues was something that ran in their family. Perhaps they were simply continuing the tradition. Regardless, the younger man had agreed to come with him, albeit reluctantly as he had other more interesting things to do like literally anything else other than going to a museum on a weekday.

A quick glance over at the oversized clock that adorned the third story of the museum wall confirmed the Darkslayer’s suspicion: there was still another hour until the establishment closed. Re-adjusting to the flow of time in the human world was proving to be an ongoing task, but despite the fact that it flowed much quicker than many places he’d occupied in the Underworld, the Darkslayer couldn’t help but feel as though time was standing still or going incredibly slow. He assumed that he was late to everything, only to find out that he was actually early, and it was starting to become taxing. 

For a brief moment, he considered mentioning this to Magnolia in an effort to try and figure out what was causing this lingering sensation of temporal displacement before deciding against the idea. He didn’t feel like dealing with that at the moment. It was probably best that he do one thing at a time and not dwell on it. His current guess was that his lack of action was what had caused such a strange phenomenon to occur. Being much more accustomed to an active and high octane lifestyle as opposed to a sedentary one, Vergil was almost positive that he simply didn’t know how to relax. What a strange problem that was to have.

“Okay, so here me out.” Nero said casually as he made his way over to Vergil, letting out a small yawn as he closed the distance between them.” This place is super boring, and I can feel myself ageing literally every second we spend here. Either this place has a spell over it, or it’s just the world’s boring museum. I don’t care either way. Your call, but I think we should leave and go literally anywhere else.”

Vergil considered Nero’s statement for a moment before giving a single nod. He agreed, this place was almost soul crushingly dull. While museums were not exactly the most lively of places to begin with, for a place to be so full of people and still be so silent was just unsettling. And that was before the approaching storm gave the entire place an extra gloomy ambience. At this point, he was inclined to agree with his youngest son. There was no compelling reason to linger in this giant, echo filled building any longer. If Vergil desired an empty space to occupy, there were plenty of options that didn’t test his sanity in such an egregious manner. After all, the city was practically overflowing with places to see. Staying where they were any longer was simply illogical, all things considered.

“I’m inclined to agree with you. I didn’t leave the Underworld just to continue to linger in hell.” Vergil glanced over at the door as Nero sighed in relief and headed towards it, not needing to hear anything further. Neither of them needed the other to spell it out for them. How in the world had Vergil even managed to locate such a desolate place?

Was he actually boring like Dante had said?

Absolutely not. Dante wasn’t allowed to be correct. There was simply no way!

The pair left the building and simply walked a ways up the road, no particular destination in mind. As long as they were not inside of the building, then they were fine. Vergil shook his head slightly at the ridiculousness of the situation they had ended up in, the almost grim hilarity of it not lost on him. Part of him wondered if the place might actually be cursed or under some kind of spell like Nero had joked. It was possible.

“Funny thing is that I actually like museums. Sometimes. It depends.” Nero said as they walked along in the direction of who knew what. He didn’t really care. At least he was out doing something and not at home. Kyrie and Nico were doing something at the orphanage with the kids, so he’d just been hanging out doing nothing of particular note. He was kind of surprised that Vergil had bothered to ask him over in the first place. From what he could tell, his father didn’t tend to like to hang out with other people, least of all in public. What had gotten into him?

Vergil listened to Nero, somewhat surprised to hear him admit that he was interested in that sort of thing. While Dante had made a passing joke about it before he’d left, the idea of it actually being true was somewhat surprising to him. It wasn’t so much the fact that devil slayer in blue was surprised that his brother might know more about Nero than he did. That was almost certainly true, regardless of whether Vergil liked it or not. No, he was simply surprised that Nero was interested in things like museums. The younger devil hunter didn’t come off to him as the sort to hang around those sorts of places.

“Is that so? I… wasn’t aware that you had an interest in such things.” Vergil raised an eyebrow slightly, genuinely impressed with this revelation. Although it was a small thing, it was something they had in common, and he derived some level of reassurance from the idea that he and his younger son were not so different after all. Perhaps if he made more of an effort to speak with him sooner, he would have figured this out already. There was a part of him that felt as though he hadn’t given Nero the time that he deserved, and he desired to change that. He just wasn’t entirely sure how to go about doing so just yet.

Nero nodded, shrugging slightly as they continued up the street.” Yea, I like that kinda stuff sometimes. Even read that whole damn book after you gave it to me to keep an eye on. What the hell is it with you two and books?” Nero trailed off towards the end, something clearly occurring to him.” … You said that V was awake. So what happens now? What’s the plan?”

Vergil’s lack of diction belied his vested interest in the conversation they were having. For once, they were actually getting somewhere. It was a refreshing change of pace between them, especially when he took into account the fact that Nero had barely been able to stand in the same room as him when he’d first returned. It seemed that he was gradually warming up to the idea of being around him, but he couldn’t quite place what he had done to help facilitate this? Had it been the incident at the castle? Perhaps when he’d saved the two of them during their tragically short vacation? Did it have something to do with V or Dante? There were certainly several possibilities, but he didn’t honestly care at the moment. The fact that the two of them were on speaking terms at all was enough for him, at least for the time being.

“You actually read?” Vergil paused for a moment, mentally kicking himself when he saw the slightly irritated look on Nero’s face. He vaguely remembered V telling him something about the way he tended to phrase things at some point during their trip, and he was starting to comprehend what he’d meant by that. He needed to find a way to make that insult less insulting.” I’m fully aware of the fact that you are not illiterate. That isn’t what I intended to convey in that statement. I’ve just never seen you actually read anything.”

The youngest of the devil hunters shrugged nebulously, less irate now than he had been a moment prior.” That’s probably because you never come over and visit or anything. I told you that you could eat dinner with us. That wasn’t a one time thing.” Nero closed his eyes for a moment as if irked by the fact that he was having to say this for a third time. He’d never met anyone this adverse to spending time with their own family before. It was as baffling as it was disheartening, and he really was trying his best.” You’d probably have to fight V for all the extra food though. He eats a staggering amount of food. It’s genuinely shocking. I have no idea where he put it all.”

It was Vergil’s turn to scoff slightly as the mental image of Nero being eaten out of house and home by literally everyone he lived with aside from his tiny girlfriend passed through his mind. Somehow he wasn’t shocked that V could eat his body weight in food every day if given the opportunity. He’d do the same thing if he lived with that friendly little woman. Her cooking was exquisite, and she did tend to make excessive amounts of it from what he could tell. That, and their inhuman appetites were not easily tamed. Dante’s frankly appalling relationship with pizza was a perfect example of this phenomenon.

He desperately needed his twin to start a love affair with some other type of food…

“... Then perhaps I will drop by as I did today more often.” The Darkslayer noted that Nero seemed almost relieved to hear this. Had he genuinely just wanted him to do so in the first place? Was that part of the tension between them? The idea that such a little thing could mean so much to him was a bit of an eye opener as far as Vergil was concerned, and he had no way of reconciling the fact that he’d overlooked this.

A small smile dared to make itself known as they crossed an intersection, still not paying much attention to their destination. At this point, they were purely on this trip for the conversation, and that was something that Vergil could see himself getting used to. He’d come to realize that talking to both of his sons made him slightly less sick than it did when he was forced to deal with everyone else, possibly because he generally chose to do so of his own accord.

“Okay then. That’s good. So where are we going? Because I’m pretty sure we're lost.” The young demon hunter glanced around them, noticing for the first time that he didn’t actually recognize any of the buildings around him. That didn’t really bother him, all things considered, but he couldn’t help but notice that they were quite a ways from where they'd started out.

For a moment, Vergil fell silent. He considered all the possible options available to him in regards to what he considered acceptable answers to that question. This had been an eye opening experience for him in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps he’d been too quick to write Nero off as uninterested in pursuing any sort of meaningful relationship with him, opting to talk to V as he assumed that they had more in common with one another than either of them did with Nero. Even if that had been the case, he still found it fascinating that his youngest son possessed a more intellectual side to him that he’d failed to notice in the past. While he hadn’t thought of Nero as unintelligent by any means, he’d never considered the fact that they might like the same things as one another. 

Now the concept of Yamato allowing Nero to wield it made much more sense to him. 

They might not be as dissimilar as he’d originally assumed. 

A part of him couldn’t help but wonder how his beloved blade would react to V if given the chance. He’d never seen Nero wield it, but considering the fact that it had bonded with him so thoroughly, Nero seemed to be relatively well versed with it. And as for V’s prospects, Vergil had the distinct feeling that he might actually be able to wield the blade, at least physically. That was, of course, if he didn’t swing it and then fall flat on his face. But the idea of what he might be capable of if given the opportunity was admittedly fascinating to him.

It was settled then. He would have to find some excuse to get V to try and use a devil arm once he was in better condition. For now, he needed to allow him to fully recover and actually build up some measure of strength. The cult seemed to be eradicated, and due to the time gap between the underworld and the human world, they had at least a few weeks before Belial could do anything, especially with the majority of his cult decimated. They still needed to visit this island that Dante had spoken of, but the urgent need to do so was suddenly less at the forefront than it had been previously. They would wait for at least a week or two and plan their next steps carefully, lest they spring a trap that they didn’t know was there. And in the meantime, Magnolia could worry over V, and Vergil could attempt to get to know his son a bit better.

The realization that he’d been briefly lost in thought suddenly hit Vergil as he stopped walking and took a moment to collect himself before speaking. Yes, he had the distinct feeling that he now knew where they should be headed.” You asked where we should go next.” Vergil watched Nero nod, clearly wishing for him to hurry up and get to the point. The sun was starting to fade below the horizon, and he was eager to get out of the light rain that coated them as they ventured up the murky streets.” … Is that invite for dinner still valid?”

Nero looked surprised for a moment before allowing a rare, genuine smile to briefly cross his face. He was surprised to see Vergil take him up on his offer so soon. It was a good thing that Kyrie always made extras. “What, you gonna make me ask you a fourth time? Sure, let's go. Since V;s not there right now, we might actually get to eat something!”

Vergil nodded and gestured towards the alley they were nearest to. He wasn’t keen on attracting unnecessary attention from the general public by drawing Yamato in full view of the now rightfully paranoid populace. At first glance, he could almost swear that it was the very one that he’d excited though when he’d returned to the human world with his younger twin brother just a month ago. Well, he’d been kicked, but that was neither here nor there, and he would never let Nero know that Dante had managed to get the drop on him.

As they entered the alley way and he drew his blade, Vergil couldn’t help but feel a strange feeling of contentment at the fact that he actually had somewhere to be for once. Perhaps this was something he could do more often if things went well. He swung the blade, making his signature mark in the air as a portal opened. The Darkslayer then gestured towards the opening that his blade had manifested as if to invite Nero to go ahead of him. The younger man nodded and stepped through, Vergil following closely behind him.

Perhaps the idea of belonging somewhere was something that he could get used to.

(-~-)

Wow, it’s been a while since I wrote a chapter this long! I thought that considering current events, we could all use a little bit of hope in our lives. It’s a scary time, at least where I live. This toxic hellhole that I live in can’t get it together, but maybe the Sparda family can. I don’t know, maybe a few good moments between everyone is what I need to keep my anxiety down right now. This story is my emotional support project, and I hope it’s a safe place for all of you, too. Everyone is welcome here :D I won’t bring all that scary stuff into this. Take care everyone! I’ll see you next week. It’s gonna be interesting since I go back to work for the first time since the pandemic started on Wednesday at 4pm. I’ll try my hardest to get the chapter uploaded by then. Just gotta keep myself sane until after 8:30pm and hopefully I’ll be alright! Curse the holiday season. UG! Stay safe!

[pulpwriterx]

WOODS (2)

They agreed to meet in the place where they had first met.

You asked for it, O Best Beloved, so here it is...

The next week, Rey flew to another forest.

When Rey landed her X-Wing, Kylo’s TIE Fighter was there.

He had hidden it with some brush, and Rey did the same.

When they got to the spot, Rey saw that Kylo had brought a big sleeping bag, and two pillows.

He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, just his tunic and his boots.

And those black leather pants.

“Can you stay until tomorrow? I’m in charge. I get to do what I want.” He asked.

“I can. What’s in the grey box?”

“It’s a cooling box. Food.”

“Real food?”

“I always eat real food. There’s a huge bruise on your shoulder blade.”

“I know. I fell, when I was trying to fight the drone with the blast shield down. How am I supposed to feel where it is?”

Ben shrugged.

“I never could. But before it fires? It makes a tiny whirring sound. Aim your lightsaber in the direction of that sound. You'll never miss, again. Now, sit up. Keep your back straight.”

He put her shoulder back in place.

“That’s much better! Sorry about the ugly bruise. What happened to your hand? Your knuckles are all purple.” Rey asked.

“I was questioning one of the late and unlamented Snoke’s toadies that I turned up. He could withstand sophisticated Force techniques, so I just punched him in the face over and over again until he screamed he’d tell me anything. He talked.”

Rey nodded, sagely.

She was more concerned with what he was unpacking from the grey box.

A plate of sandwiches, made from thick slabs of bread, nerf steak and cheese.

Potatoes, fixed up with vegetables and eggs and some kind of sauce.

And then a small white carton, that was very cold.

“Here. Eat this first. Before it melts.”

Rey opened the carton.

There was something ice cold and blue in it.

She got the spoon from her mess kit, and tasted it.

It had a smooth consistency, and it was cold, but creamy and sugary, and it tasted like blue milk, and vanilla, and a little like cinnamon.

“This is so good! It tastes even better than it looks!”

“Rey, you act like you've never eaten ice cream.” Ben laughed.

“I haven’t!”

“You never ate ice cream? Ever? Go ahead. Finish it. I have more. How could you have never eaten ice cream? In your life?”

“Because I never had parents. Or a home. Ben, when I was 13, I ran away from my miserable life as my guardian’s near slave. With a flyboy named Dack Rann, who told me he was thirty, but later I found out he was closer to fifty. By the time I was 14, he had dumped me back in the sand on Jakku, and I was on my own. Maybe you think your family were neglectful, and I believe you that they were. But you had one. I have nothing.”

“You have me. I promise, I won’t leave you, Rey. Even if I have to come back from the dead. I’m a Sith Lord, a Jedi Master, and a Skywalker. Don’t ever believe I’m dead, unless you’ve buried me with your own hands, and I haven’t come up out of the ground in a week. Gods, I thought you were just on a diet, like women are. I didn’t know you were starving. Eat. Eat more.”

“Are you sure you can trust your cook?”

“You’re looking at him. I can’t trust anybody. I cook all my own food. I even butcher the meat.”

Rey ate all the ice cream, one of the giant sandwiches, and a heap of the potato thing, and she was stuffed.

Ben ate the rest, but he offered more to her, first.

He ate like a Wookiee; his table manners were awful, but Rey had no way of knowing that.

Hers were worse.

Ben didn’t tell her.

He’d never told her that fancy women from Coruscant and other such places took a razor and shaved their underarms and their legs like men shaved their faces.

And some women even shaved their bush.

Ben didn’t mind a little leg hair.

And he was partial to bush.

“What are you thinking about?” Rey asked.

“Your bush.”

“Not now, Ben! I’m so full I think if you got on top of me, I would explode! I need to walk some of this meal off.”

“What kind of bullshit gung-ho Jedi Uncle Luke crap is that? You sleep off a big meal. I’m getting in the sleeping bag, and lying here with the sun shining on my face through the trees and I’m going to take a nap and snore. You should, too.”

Ben even got undressed.

Rey followed his lead.

It wasn’t warm, but it was a lazy day, and the big meal made her drowsy, and Rey fell asleep curled up with Kylo, listening to his snoring and the other comforting sounds of the woods.

***

“Rey. Rey? Wake up, little angel. You’re so cute, when you’re asleep. You snore, and drool, and fart. And when I touched you, you called me Dack, honey, and asked me to put my old Imperial uniform on. Boots, too. So, you like flyboys, huh? Imperial flyboys, too. I’ll bet you want the Imperial Act. But you’ll never ask me for it. You don't have to."

Rey was mortified, but Ben got up, kissed her, and grabbed his clothes.”

“Stay right there. Don’t get dressed.”

Ben went to his TIE Fighter.

“The safe word is Chandrila. But you won’t need it! I’m not that kinky!” he yelled.

He returned in full regalia with his cape on.

And his gloves.

“So, young Jedi. You’ve walked right into my trap. You have not committed yourself to my cause, and yet, you want access to the corridors of power.”

“I…I…” Rey stammered.

“SILENCE!” Kylo Ren roared.

His dark, ancient eyes glinted with Imperial fanaticism and insistent lust.

He clenched his black-gloved fist against his chest as he backed Rey over to the sleeping bag.

Backed her down to her knees.

“Didn’t I tell you I could take what I wanted from you? You’re all alone on this planet. No one will hear you scream. Only me. You think you won’t scream? I promise you, Rebel scum. You will.” He purred.

He casually pushed aside the bottom of his surcoat, so that Rey could see he was visibly and certainly most entirely aroused.

“I can do whatever I’d like, to you. So, I suggest that if you value your freedom, Rebel Girl?”

Kylo Ren caressed Rey's face with his gloved hand, almost tenderly, but there was no tenderness in the way he pushed her face against his black leather thigh.

“I suggest you suspend work on all your projects for the Resistance, on this mission…”

He unbuckled his belt.

“…and start working on me.”

Kylo Ren unbuttoned his uniform trousers, and got his cock out.

“You know what I want.”

Rey nodded.

And when he'd had enough, he made her stop.

“No more for you, you hungry little beast. I can’t believe it, but you like this, don’t you? You dirty little Rebel whore.”

“Please, Supreme Leader. I want you to ravish me. I don’t know why I feel like this about you. But I need your big, stiff Imperial prick.”

He tore her panties off her body, and then Kylo Ren got Rey on her hands and knees, got behind her, and gave her a little slap on the ass.

“Chandrila! Chandrila!” Rey yelped.

“OK. What should I stop doing?”

Rey expected him to be mad.

He didn’t sound mad.

“I told you before. Don’t stick it in my ass. I don’t trust you flyboys, in that position.”

“I wasn’t after your ass. But you just killed your paramour, Rann. When I find him? I’ll kill him just for giving you fear. Why would I want your ass when your cunt is soaked? You want my Imperial cock? I’ll give it to you. Are you ready, prisoner?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!” Rey panted.

The Supreme Leader started screwing her, doggy style.

“If you please me, I may even give you special privleges.” Ben purred.

Now Ben had his hand between Rey's legs, rubbing his gloved fingers across her hot button while he gave it to her.

In his full Imperial uniform.

With his boots on.

Rey couldn’t help it.

“Oh, fuck, Ben, you are so much better at this than Dack Rann!”

“That’s because I’m the King, baby…”

“Ben…”

“…King of the Sky…”

“Ben!!!”

“…hail to the King, Rebel Girl…”

“BEN!!!!”

“…I’ll tell you this, no two-bit flyboy is ever gonna make you come just like this! You’re my Rebel Girl, now! That’s a good girl. squeeeeeeze my cock in your wet, dirty cunt and let me fill you with my hot spunk!!!!”

Now they were both screaming, and then they fell into a jumble of arms and legs on the sleeping bag.

“That’s how I do the Imperial Act, sweetheart. Boots, and all. But I am thinking about killing Rann. It’s bad enough him taking you from your home planet when you were a kid to do it to you, let alone trying to pressure you into butt stuff you obviously didn’t want to do. Rann isn’t even a good-looking older man. He’s a big slob with a beer belly who always looks like he needs a shave. Why him?”

“Chandrila.”

Ben got undressed, again.

“Okay. But I’m getting undressed. I’m sweating like a Hutt.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert, do you, Ben?”

“Nope. You'd be surprised the things girls asked me to do that I refused. Especially in uniform. Did I give you everything you wanted?”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“You did, Ben. I just wish we had some more ice cream.”

“Me too.”

Ben fell asleep, but Rey couldn't.

She woke him uo.

“I lied, Ben. I lied to you. And I don't want to get Dack killed for my lies. I wasn’t 14. I was 16. The Galactic age of consent. Don’t kill him, Ben. I had other offers. Dack was just so…he couldn’t have been anything but a man. He was macho, and funny, and a real tough guy. He used to come back and see me every three months or so. He never did anything I didn’t want him to. Just asked for it. And they don’t call him Two-Gun Rann just because he wears two long-barreled blasters. He has three. I am a pervert.”

Ben kissed her forehead.

“Not so much as me. Do you know who Hela Darkstar is?”

“Red Hela, the Chieftain of the Wolf Clan? The High Queen of Arkanis? Your mother sent me to Arkanis on a diplomatic mission. The Throne of Blood and Iron is made of swords, knives, axes and electroplated skulls and bones. She murdered her own father and stole his throne. There’s a space at the top. She says it’s for the skull of the Great Beast, the warrior and wizard who wronged her. She keeps her first cousin as a male concubine. But she did send us some Arkanian warriors. Why?”

“Fenrir Darkstar is not dead. He retired to Tattoine, and opened a bar and registered whorehouse in Anchorhead. That space you mentioned? It's for my head, but she’s had plenty of opportunities to take it, and never did. Fenrir sent her to the Jedi Temple with her cousin, Armitage Hux, who was Force null, to keep her out of trouble. It didn’t work. When she was dismissed, she drugged me, kidnapped me, and kept me prisoner in her private rooms for three months. I was allowed free reign in Hela's private apartments, but she wouldn’t let me have clothes. Or shoes. I was 20, and I had never even kissed a girl, before Hela took me. When my father made a deal with her father, to release me? I didn’t want to go. We promised each other never to touch anyone else on Tuesdays, the day we met, or Saturdays, the day she made me a man. Even though she hates me, now? I go to Arkanis every Tuesday and Saturday I can. I’ve never been asked to leave.”

“So if I run into Dack, and it’s not a Thursday?”

“If it’s a Thursday, I’ll kill him.”

Rey just laughed.

“Agreed.” She said.

[zu-is-here]

ZUUUUU!!!

So sorry for the late reply heh, like I said, was working tonight, it was perfect timing really.

Still snowy? Ahh so jelly, we've been having the most boring weather, wind, clouds and rain. Basically the most British weather possible.

Oh! Even if you didn't wanna change, it was nice of them to give you the option! Just remember zu, even if the deal is off, please return everyone's lockets to the correct owners.

My work is going good, as I've said before it's not alot of hours rn, but what I do have is going nicely. Tonight was a 90s theme, which I was actually not told until 40 mins before I left!! Ahhg had to run around trying to find something to wear.

It was fun though, played a bunch of classic music, so spent the night cleaning tables and dancingggg.

You know.i searched up the song CPR cuz of that and bloody hell, a song has never made me blush so much, can't believe Sdream was dancing to that XD

I love the way you draw rain!!

Oh thank you!! I'm happy with how it turned out, was just in a lineless mood I guess. Loved drawing them all.

Ooo I'm sure it will be great! I'll miss you while you're away though, I can't wait to hear all about jt!

Heheh...the 'good' boy peed in my room in the door way -_- that's how he's doing. How's the good girl?

I'm actually doing great!! Being super productive on thr next part of my comic!! I'm so so so so soooo happy how it's coming along I'm so hyped! I took some inspiration from your lay outs and I've been moving around pannels for the normal format I use

Alsoooo the boyy

I'm.very happy with my work rn basically!! How's it going with yours?

Hii again! :'D

The 90s!! \(//∇//)\ Awww this sounds wonderful in every way, so nice to hear you had a good time mixing business with pleasure! ٩( ᐛ )و♪

The weather may be not the best, but it's good that the things are as right as rain ♪(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Heheh fair enough! ;)

Guess he just doesn't know the lyrics while Cross does XD This is def not the safest thing to enjoy but the remix is awwwsome and I just couldn't resist cause the contrast between songs fits theim so well ♪ I liked how many recognized the meme without any words tho xp

Thanks again! (〃ω〃) The way you draw lineless art is so smooth and clean *^*

Knowing myself, no trip would be complete without drawing xp Hope so! Thank youuu <3

He didn't mean to! (ówò) The good girl's watching the snowfall through the window while sitting by the radiator <3

OHHH I'm so hyped! \(//∇//)\ I'm really glad to hear it inspired you, and the bois looks ssso good ☆ Keep up the great work! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) I'm looking forward to the next part ♪

I finished the comic over the weekend, aaand there's not much left for the Dark Cream week announcement ;)

How are you doing lately? ♡

UPD:

Oh that was an experience as well! You wouldn't know it without trying xp

Indeed XD

Awww yay! That's so sweet of you, Gayfish, I do appreciate it a lot (〃ω〃)

OMG— it's not here yet but I'm already curious about those deleted Nightkiller scenes :'D

Nooo but this looks quite sansational! :D We usually do it with cheese only (yummy!) but hmmm ♪

Awww that's so sweet! (ówò) Sooo many years later, childhood toys evoke special feelings <3 I do but in my parents' house, some of them are older than me omg *^*

Yep, today was a very productive day! ᕦ(òwó)ᕤ We had a staff meeting (a new year tradition) and it turned out to be much more fun (no diagrams/reports/suits XD)

Heheh (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Ohhh sounds delicious! *^* Gotta try—

I do heheh! Hope you're having a nice time too <3