#the plan was to post it on the 31st but i know i will forget

[breoasis]

2024 art vs artist thing, i chose that picture of me because it matches the vibe and it's funny that i am 3 pixels, feliz aninovo

Short year review: I am very happy that i brought the ocs back from the dead, they are such a joy to draw and think about and develop, also they serve as the perfect subjects to draw and try ideas that i wouldn't with mcyt. I am still not happy with some of the brushes i use normally but i can't come up with anything better so i guess i will keep on using the same brushes for the time being. I feel like i've gotten a little tiny bit better at painting backgrounds, not like i do it a lot but it is something. Anyways, i want to experiment more with the way i color and so, maybe i will move to another art program idk yet, i tried csp once and there were so many options it fried my brain, i may give it another go.....

[summer-of-bad-batch]

SUMMER OF BAD BATCH 2024 HAS COME TO AN END…TUNE IN NEXT YEAR FOR SUMMER OF BAD BATCH 2025!!

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Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Prompt List

***Fill prompts all summer! No deadlines! See below cut for more details 😎***

200 Followers Celebration Bonus Prompt:

Bonus Alternate Prompt: "Can you braid my hair?"

300 Followers Celebration Bonus Prompt:

Bonus Alternate Prompt: Light in the Darkness

Week 1

Main Prompt: Water Gun Fight

Alt. Prompt: “It’s not what you think.”

Week 2

Main Prompt: Injured

Alt. Prompt: Comfort Zone

Week 3

Main Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Alt. Prompt: “Forget I asked.”

Week 4

Main Prompt: Cadets

Alt. Prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

Week 5

Main Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Alt. Prompt: “Need a hand?”

Week 6

Main Prompt: Battle Scars

Alt. Prompt: “Get out of my room!”

Week 7

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Alt. Prompt: Getting a Haircut

Week 8

Main Prompt: Swimming Lessons

Alt. Prompt: Lula

Week of 9

Main Prompt: “Hold still.”

Alt. Prompt: Stargazing

Week 10

Main Prompt: Hugs

Alt. Prompt: “Just when were you planning on telling us that?”

Week 11

Main Prompt: “I didn’t think I would get this far.”

Alt. Prompt: “Yeah, kid, we’re fine.”

Week 12

Main Prompt: Nightmares

Alt. Prompt: Radio Silence

Week 13

Main Prompt: “Stop touching me!” // “I’m not touching you!”

Alt. Prompt: Crashing Hard

🥳🥳That’s the end of the Summer of Bad Batch 2024 prompt list…feel free to use all prompts and tags forever and ever🥳🥳

You can find the Ao3 collection HERE!

And I know that sometimes, it can be a pain to figure out how to add to collections (please tell me I'm not the ONLY one who has struggled with this 😭), so here's a step by step!

STEP ONE: Post a New Work OR Edit an existing work.

STEP TWO: Under the Associations category, you’ll see “Post to Collections / Challenges”

STEP THREE: Type summerofbadbatch2024 (no spaces)

STEP FOUR: This is where it gets tricky...the collection may or may not auto populate. If it doesn't, that's okay. Just leave summerofbadbatch2024 in there as is, and save the post (you can even save it as a draft and see if it worked!) It should add it to the collection even if it didn't auto populate 🤓

Q: What is Summer of Bad Batch??

A: Summer of Bad Batch is a laidback, summer prompt challenge from June 1st-August 31st. Every Sunday (12am CST), a prompt and alternative prompt will be released to inspire creativity in the Star Wars: The Bad Batch fandom! By filling prompts by August 31st, you can qualify as a:

Participant (completed 1-12 prompts)

Completionist (completed 13+ prompts)

Overachiever (completed 13 main prompts + the 13 alternative prompts)

At the end of the challenge, there will be a form for participants to fill out to let me know what category of completion they fall into. A post will be made for each category giving a shoutout and (if you’d like) a link to your Master List of completed prompt fills.

Q: What can I do to fill a prompt?

A: Anything you want! Fanfic, fan art, drabbles, doodles, cartoons, poetry...the possibilities are endless! The only real criteria is that it has to be based on Star Wars: The Bad Batch.

Q: Will you reblog prompt fills?

A: Yes! However, since I am keeping this blog PG, I will only reblog prompt fills that fit within that criteria. Basically, if it could be in the literal show itself, it could be reblogged here ☺️

(That said, I won’t reblog any clone x clone content simply because it is one of my main squicks 😅)

Also, make sure you tag your prompt fills! That's the only way I'll be able to find them in the wide world of Tumblr! So, tag your prompt fills with #summerofbadbatch2024 so I (and anyone else who is looking for Summer of Bad Batch goodness!) can find your posts!

(And everything is welcome on the Ao3 Summer of Bad Batch 2024 Collection — so make sure to add to it if you’re on Ao3!)

Q: When will prompts be released?

A: Every Sunday (with the exception of Week 1, which will have a special release date of Saturday, June 1st) at 12am CST.

Q: What if I don’t understand a prompt?

A: Send me a message or an ask! I’d be happy to help!

Q: What if I don’t like the weekly prompt?

A: Every week will have an alternate prompt available! And alternate prompts can be swapped out for any main prompt, regardless of which week!

Q: Where can I post my prompt fills?

A: Anywhere you'd like! Personally, I'm only on Ao3 and Tumblr...but I know that this fandom is literally all over the internet, so wherever you feel comfortable posting, do it!!

Q: What if I don't finish filling the prompt within the week?

A: One of my favorite parts of this prompt challenge is that there are no deadlines! If you want to be a Completionist or an Overachiever, you just have to have the prompts complete by August 31st!

Finished week 2 during week 5? Great!

Finished weeks 1-13 during week 13?? 😅 That works!

Q: Do I have to post/publish my prompt fills to be considered a participant/completionist/overachiever?

A: Nope! I know not to everyone feels comfortable sharing their work, and that’s totally fine!

You don’t have to post/publish a single thing to qualify. At the end of the challenge, I’ll link a form for anyone who participated to fill out. This is all based on the honor system…so if you say you completed “such and such”…I’ll take your word for it 😊 If you want, you can still be given a shout out for whatever level of participation you said you completed. Just let me know!

Q: Can I combine prompts?

A: Yes! Mash up those prompts and make a custom, super prompt if your heart so desires!

Q: But can I combine prompts with other challenges?

A: Absolutely! If the other challenge allows it, feel free to combine Summer of Bad Batch as you see fit ✨

Q: Can I apply prompts to works I've already completed/posted?

A: Prompts should not be applied to already completed works.

But if you have a WIP that's been gathering dust that would fit the occasion, that would be fine!

Have a story that you're adding chapters to? You can apply prompts to new chapters! That's fine too!

Q: Will there be a complete prompt list available?

A: Not until after the event, since prompts will be posted weekly 😘

Q: Can I use the prompts even after the event has ended?

A: Absolutely!

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Duff

A/n: These were meant to be all put into one but then I made Duff's really long, then I made Axl's even longer, now I'm working on Steven's but the other's will also be posted separately, either way I hope you enjoy :3

Also if anyone wants to request more for Duff... ;)

Warnings: Smut, no nut November, fingering (f receiving), I completely forget everything that happened since I wrote it so if I missed anything please let me know :3

Intro

Duff walked out of the studio once they were done for the day. He had completely forgotten about the bet until Axl yelled out to him from across the parking lot. “Don’t let Popcorn win, ya hear?!” Whether he was joking or not Duff couldn’t tell, he didn’t care all too much either.

Honestly, the bet didn’t mean much to him in the first place, he just thought it would be fun to watch everyone else deal with it. He never put too much thought into whether or not he’d win or not, frankly he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get home to his partner.

It was October 31st, his plan was to come home and celebrate Halloween with his love, explain what was happening and see where that went.

He walks through the door and is met with you, his girlfriend, wearing what could potentially be the most revealing costume he’s ever seen in his life.

You did a little spin as you frolicked over to him. “You like it?” You asked with a big grin.

“Like what, the two inches of fabric covering your whole body?” He asked, a smile on his face as he admired you, his hands quickly finding their way to your hips.

“What, you no like?” You asked, looking down at yourself. “I got it for the party tonight.” Duff paused, suddenly this hot costume was no longer fun and games.

“You plan on going out in that?” You looked back up to him. “Babe, that’s a fucking thong and some cat ears.” You smiled and turned around.

“There’s a tail, too.” Indeed there was. Duff pulled on the fluffy black thing dangling out of you. A buttplug. You got a buttplug for a costume.

Duff shook his head and pushed your further into your shared apartment. “No way in hell are you leaving in that.” You laughed and flopped over onto the couch. Duff came right over to lay over top of you. “You are staying here with me for one last perfect night.” His lips crashed against yours, you happily went along with it until what he said finally caught up with you.

You pushed him away from you and nearly fell off the couch. “Last night? What do you mean ‘last night’?” You asked, tone full of worry.

Duff thought about what he said for a moment. “Oh, God, no, that’s not- that’s not at all what I meant.” He blurted, pulling you close to him. He sat you in his lap and you shifted uncomfortably due to the toy stuffed inside you. “It’s just, the guys and I made this bet to see who could last the longest through November without cumming.” He explained, toying with your hair. You let out that breath you were holding in and curled into him.

“Jesus, you fucking scared me, Duffy.” You mumbled. The bassist chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. You kissed his jaw, he kissed your nose, then you both met in the middle and your lips collided, ending in a heated makeout session.

You had your night and that was supposed to be that for the month.

A week passed and Duff was seemed fine. He hadn’t had any wet dreams, no real neediness. He did ask you to cover up a little more, though he swears it was because it was chilly. You didn’t necessarily plan on following through on this whole ordeal with him, still you hadn’t made any attempt at anything with or without him.

The first weekend was fine, you had it off and had your fun lying around all day. Monday killed you. Everyone was being an ass, some kid even got on your nerves when he ran into you with an icecream in his hand, getting it all over your new pants.

That night you came home seething, wanting nothing more than to have Duff fuck you into next week but you couldn’t even ask that.

You got in the apartment and slammed the door shut behind you, more than annoyed with the day. Duff poked his head out of the kitchen and, upon seeing you so distraught, he rushed over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. “What happened? Rough day?” He asked as he walked you over to the couch. You groaned loudly. “That bad, huh?” Once he sat down you fell over, lying over the couch and his lap, covering your face with your hands.

“Oh, fuck off, would you?” You grumbled. Your eyes shot open and you slowly moved your hands away from your face, peering up at Duff who glared back at you.

“What was that?” He asked, knowing there wouldn’t be a good answer.

“I-I’m just tired, I didn’t-”

“No, no,” he interrupted, “say it again, I didn’t hear you the first time.” Your lips pursed in a small pout as you stayed looking up at him. “What, you had a bad day and decided to be a brat?” You shook your head. “Thought that I couldn’t do anything about it for a whole month, hm?”

“No, I just-” Duff cut you off again, this time with a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to yelp.

“Say. It. Again.” He repeated. You let out a small whimper. Duff shook his head. “Tsk, tsk... Sweetheart, it’s one thing to say something like that but it’s another to put on this act.” His voice was degrading, cold and mean. By God did it have your cunt blushing for him.

Duff knew he couldn’t fuck you, he’d lose the bet for sure. He didn’t plan on winning but he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of losing, either. To get around this he just fingered you.

He had you in his lap, naked. Your legs hooked for his to give him full access to you and he took full advantage of it, his long, thick fingers pushing deep inside of you. He went slow, making sure to drive you crazy by hitting every spot, then he’d speed up and the room would fill with lewd sounds and loud moans as you cried out for him. Right before you came he’d stop and return to an even slower pace.

You stopped warning him when you were close in hopes of cumming but he knew anyway. “Fuck, Duffy, please! Hah- ‘M so-sorry, please!” You whined, bucking your hips against him, searching for any amount of extra friction, just something to get you over the edge.

“You’re sorry, are you?” He was right by your ear, lips caressing the shell of it. “You’ll be good if I let you cum?” You nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes, yes, I-I promise, I’ll be good!” You were clenching around his experienced fingers in anticipation. Duff planted a few soft kisses along your neck as he continued his abuse on your hole, bringing you even closer to your release.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on daddy’s fingers.” He whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back, your head fell onto his shoulder and your back arched as you came hard around his fingers.

You two never usually even made it a week without some kind of intimacy, even when he was on the road you’d call. That, paired with how much he teased you had a familiar yet different feeling building in your gut.

Instead of simply waves of pleasure rocking through you a gush of liquid shot out. It took Duff a second to realise what was happening but when he did he was quick to change tactics and pulled his fingers out of you to play with your clit, wanting to see as much of you squirting as he could.

He let you finish and gave you an extra few minutes to come back down from that. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His voice was soft and sweet in your ear, a full 180 from the tone he had earlier.

You shrugged. “One of us had to this month.” You joked, your voice airy and tired.

“You thought I could see that and not cum?” You looked up at him with a brow raised. You twisted in his lap to see the giant stain forming in his shorts. “Your ass kept rubbing against me, I gave up halfway through, that was just the cherry on top.” He explained and pulled you to him, kissing your neck again. “You know,” he started, “now that there isn’t a bet to worry about...” He trailed off.

Your brows raised and a smile came onto your face. You stood up and slowly started walking to the bedroom. When you were only a few steps away you turned back to him. “Last one in bottoms.” You teased. Duff booked it to the bedroom.

[masseffectholidaycheer]

'Twas the Night Before the Reaping

🚨REAPER HORN NOISES🚨

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[icarusredwings]

Something The Cat Dragged In

A badly written COMEDY oneshot. (I have no clue how to write 11 or amy im sorry) No smut.

Posted: July 31st 2024.

Words: ~7,900

Ships: The Ponds, River/11/Simm

Prompt: The Doctor and River are trying to domesticate a feral Master with clicker training, and it's going about as well as you'd think.

This fic includes: Jealous 11, SFW worshiping kink, Horrible cat puns, Bondage, Amy being a freak, Pet play, Degrading, an Oblivious 11, and Mentions of Cheetah Virus changing a bored master's deoxyribonucleic structure. Consider that your trigger warning.

“Are you sure this is safe?” The ginger man asked, hesitant about the scrappy man that the raggedy doctor had brought on board the TARDIS.

“Absolutely!” He chimed, the smile on his face clearly larger than how much trust he had in this situation being anywhere near ‘safe’.

He knew that smile. That was the ‘I'm lying because I don't want to tell the truth’ smile. The one you had to watch out for. So nervous that fibber was..

“Oh, Amy's going to kill you…”

“I'm sure she will! As for now-” Rory watched as the Doctor jumped around the TARDIS a bit, hitting buttons, pulling levers, twisting dials. The usual. What wasn't so usual though was the fact a half blonde man with about half an inch of dark roots was standing there, Glaring at him. Swallowing, He stepped to the left, and then more towards the Doctor, being tracked by his eyes. Something about the way he smirked with such wide teeth made a shiver run up his spine.

Look, He's met a lot of odd aliens and crazies at the hospital but this guy looked at him as if he'd eat him whole in one bite.

“Doctor-”

“Not now Rory! Busy!” Coming around, He seemed to have this be the entire plan, getting the drop on him as he spun behind him, clamping a thick metal bracelet around his wrist, holding it as he quickly clamped the other. “Hey!”

“There we go! That's better!”

Huffing, the man began to try to take off the bracelet only to emit a small red light and a beeping noise. “Take this off of me! Right now!”

“Uhhhh…No.”

“Yes! Take it off or i'll-”

“You'll what? Hm? Still in the habit of telling me your plans are we? God you've always been like that. So clever and yet.. so dull..”

“I am NOT dull! You're stupid bowtie is dull!”

“Hey! Bowties are cool. Now then, Rory this is-... er.”

“Say it.”

“..er..”

“Go on. Say it!”

Taking a breath, The Doctor knew that no matter what he said would be bad. If he introduced him as Koschei, He'd not rest until he at least stabbed him in one of his stomachs.

“Rory, Master. Master, Rory.”

With a great sense of pride, The Master grins ear to ear, Putting his hands out and bowing as if he had just introduced someone extremely important. Perhaps an old friend that once held such great respect but now it seems both of their minds have gone a bit off their rockers. More so the other's, but they both thought this.

“... should I be worried?”

“Oh, Yes.”

“No!”

“Don't lie to them, Doctor! You and I both know what happens when I'm hungry..”

“Doctor? What's he mean by that?” Giving a look of concern, he backed away just slightly enough to trip over a loose wire. This fear seemed to please the blonde while the Doctor rolled his eyes. “Oh you are fine, I just fed you.”

“He's on a feeding schedule? Like… some kind of pet?”

“Do not speak of me like I am nothing but a pet!! I'm far beyond Your comprehensive abilities! Use your tongue to call me anything below your Master and It will surely be a mistake!”

“Yeah, About that, You're in charge of not letting me forget to feed him, okay? Jolly good, alright, Now! I do have to apologize, Your old room was destroyed but we have bunk beds! Cool right?” He rambled.

“Why do I have to make sure you remember?” Rory asks, scrunching his nose as he took another step forward.

“Do you want to find out?” The Master beamed, quite excited about teasing and gaining authority over the Doctor's fellow companions. If anything, They were pets. Not him.

“I wouldn't recommend that! Lets just say, You don't want to find out. Anywho! Back to what I was saying!” For a third time he turns to his old friend, new traveling buddy, hands clapped together politely.

“Your old room is busted. Gonzo! So you'll have to make a new one. Any requests?”

“Wait wait wait-”

“Good god, Rory what now? You're being quite rude!”

“You can't just bring someone aboard who's going to eat me and fly on by!”

“I thought we already established this. Keep up!”

“Yeah, keep up!” The Master shouted, egging the man on. “And if you can't, get off the ship! Do us all a favor and jump overboard.”

At this, he was met with a cross look and his ear being pulled. “Aye stop that! Now you're the one being rude!”

The days that followed weren't so simple. Between the Master trying to get out the front door, snapping at them, insulting everyone he met, refusing to eat certain things, and both Rory and Amy losing sleep with how much they argued, you could say that things were in fact not going well. The Doctor on the other hand said differently, claiming that it took time to get used to TARDIS living arrangements.

The thing that really got him rowdy though was his vaccines. Between scratching, cursing and kicking, it was a wonder how the Doctor was able to manage him at all, even if his methods weren't exactly filled with the most logic, some being closely related to rewards.

When the Master DID finally escape, his punishment was to wear a bell. That's it. A normal bell. Quite a large one though. Suited more for a large dog then a cat.

When he purposely shoved all the trinkets and containers off of the top of the fridge in order to sit on top of it, The Doctor made him a loft to lay on with his own window.

This seemed to have worked for a while, watching the stars as they floated by. But then when the problem arose of him not eating, The Doctor gave him a bean bag chair hoping having his own special spot would make him feel better.

But it didn't. If anything he only ripped it up, purposely destroying it. Coming back to the TARDIS to that kind of mess was enough for Amy to suggest getting rid of him or perhaps caging him up when they left but the Doctor was just in awe at how relaxed he was, snoring ever so softly while lounging on his loft as if he were purring from curing his boredom for the day.

“Aww Amy.. I couldn't. Look how happy he is.”

“He trashed the TARDIS! I thought you said you were going to take care of him?”

“I am! It's just… oh what's that word?”

“Hard?”

“Impossible?”

“Nothing is impossible.” He says, shaking his head.

“But you said that tons of times..”

“And yet none of them were true!” He says, wagging a finger. “I just have to think.”

So he thought. What else could he do? The Master was bound to rebel. That's been proven already.

“Well you better do it soon or else he's going to rip up your fez next..” this gave him an idea.. quite a large one at that.

“Oh Rory!! Wonderful Rory!” He says, grabbing his face as he holds him tight with that excited but manic glint.

“That's just what he needs!”

The two watched as the Doctor ran off to the console, trying to jump over the billions of beads only to slip, Falling for only a moment, popping back up over on the other side.

“A .. fez??”

“No!- well. Yes. But no. You'll see! Now go on. Don't you have erm-” he waved his hand at them, his brain doing that thing where his words were all jumbled up inside, making it difficult to speak. “Kissing to do? Or something? Don't worry about me I got a lot of cleaning up to do and- OH yes! Amy, are you finished playing that game with the rope? You know, the one you told me about?”

The ginger man's eyes widened greatly as he gave his wife a look of terror. The kind you only get when your head was screaming ‘WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT?!’

The woman now blushed, Crossing her arms as she returned the look to her husband, implying that she had everything under control. “You mean that one where we pretend to be Fenrir and see how long it takes to get untied?”

“Yes!” He snapped his fingers. “That one! Quite a loud game is it not? Anywho- Can I have the rope back? I'm glad you two wish to practice kidnapping safety but I'm afraid In this era people are going more with handcuffs then rope.”

Amy's eyes became brighter, the kind that scared her husband to death.

“Handcuffs you say?”

“It seems in most situations they're used more often than rope nowadays.”

“Is that so?”

“..Why are you asking like that?”

“I was just wondering…What if we practiced getting out of handcuffs instead then? It would make a lot more sense to practice with modern tools then-”

“Oh will you SHUT up!? Get a room will you?! God. It's bad enough I'm stuck here with you two. I don't want to hear that either!”

Glancing up, the Doctor grinned seeing the Master awake and his same cranky self.

“Oh, be nice! They do have a room!...Still don't know why you'd ever want me to take out the bunk beds though…” he muttered this last part, rubbing his chin.

“Soooo….Doctor? Cuffs?” Amy started, rocking back on her heels.

“Oh yes! Here you are.” Tapping a button on the console, a small drawer popped out as he tossed two sets at the red head, Tapping another as a door in the wall opened up, revealing cleaning supplies. “Now, if you excuse me. I have work to do. And you mister! You're going to help me!” He shouts, only to be given a lazy bird and a “No i'm not.”

Sighing, the Doctor made a face of disappointment but wasn't surprised.

“I suppose you're not… Got it..”

It's been about 2 months since the Master joined their voyages. So far he's only had about 30 true crimes, and by that I mean he caught one of the homes they visted on fire.

About 53 “naughty” days. The Last week though? It's been secretly excellent. The Doctor thought that things were going great.

He's found that by giving the Master MORE freedom, he's actually learned how to behave quite a bit. It seems that separating him from the tasks of everyday life made him feel unwanted and untrusted (for obvious reason).

Hell, even he was shocked when told he was allowed to do important things.

Not only did he now have free range of the TARDIS but he was allowed to do mostly everything. He's even tried his luck at pushing buttons by sniffing around the other companions' rooms, knocking over and purposely misplacing things. All of which were met with a short talk and sometimes a hug.

This confused him greatly. He just broke something, why was he being forcibly hugged and then scolded? The Doctor would tell him to clean it up and if he didn't would get locked in the room (so he couldn't make another mess) forced to observe as the Doctor cleaned it himself.

He still had the bio bracelets so that he couldn't fully man the TARDIS but the Doctor began asking him to pull levers and asking his opinion on things. But why would the Doctor want his advice? He was a mere prisoner… usually captains of a ship didn't ask the people in the cellar for advice.

His bell had been kept on for safety reasons, mainly because he thought it was funny to chase Rory around until Amy came to spoil the fun by spraying him with a water pistol holding a liquid he couldn't quite place. Sometimes it stunk.

Once he opened his mouth to hiss at her and it went straight down his throat, cutting off the noise as he growled, only to realize it was sweeter than regular water. What was that? Sugar water?? No if it was sugar water it wouldn't stink like that..

Looking out his window, he was content as he watched the stars pass by, not entirely sure of what planet they were at but had a close enough idea of which solar system they were in. He could feel that they were extremely far from earth, further then that pathetic planet pluto, further than alpha centauri, and even further than Estello Aqualo, a planet full of nothing but water inhabitants.

Oh how he hated water planets. He much preferred reddish orange planets like Mars, Jupiter And Saturn. They reminded him of home… and the fact that blue was SO Last millenia-

While laying up here, up on his metal loft, He was mindlessly thinking, something he couldn't often do because of the constant thumping in his head but he's found that these bracelets dimmed the sound into a small tap rather than a thump of a hammer against his skull. He still heard it, oh yes he definitely could but it was much softer. Almost like a lullaby.

Lazily tossing the Doctor's ridiculous fez up and down, he wondered if the Doctor would be able to ever take it away… Rassilon only knew just how threaded the beat been woven into his life. And as much pain as it has caused him… He couldn't help but wonder…

What would he be without it?

Would he go back to being who he was before? An innocent child hoping, praying, Waiting until the day he received his Time Robes and was given his own TARDIS 60? Until he was gifted the honor of having his own team to command?

A team of his friends?

Until he was on the same team as Theta…?

No.

He could never stand with the Doctor. Never fully on the same team but yet- He sat up. They reminded him of those cartoons he watched when on earth.

Wile E Coyote and the Roadrunner.

Iron Man and Captain America.

Batman and Joker.

The Master looked at the hat in his hands, pondering if he should put it on.. or perhaps throw it out the window! Or…

“Has anyone seen my Fez? I seem to have misplaced it.”

“Have you checked your room?”

“I've checked my bunk, yes. I've also checked the clothing closet and storage rooms.”

Listening from above, he let out a deep sigh, hoping down with a clattering of the TARDIS grate underneath. Being glanced at, He took a few steps forward, handing him the hat.

“Wha- Oh! Thank you!” Taking the fez he smiled, putting it on as if he seemed incomplete without it only to quickly hug him before bouncing off to what ever nonsense he was up to now.

Returning the hug, He didn't seem to notice until Rory stood there, Staring at him with an open mouth.

“What?” He grunted.

“...You..”

“Spit it out you ape.”

“..You returned his hat..”

“Congratulations. You have eyes.”

“No no no, I mean… you returned his hat.. and hugged him..”

“He hugs all of us all the time, whats your point? If you say something stupid like friendship im going to stab you.”

“But today you hugged back. You never hug back.”

“And? so Wh- Oohh ….” Now freezing, He blinked. He did do that.. didn't he? Why did he do that?!

Why did he give it to him so easily? He didn't even ask for it back and he just.. handed it to him? And not only the hat but he returned his hug too?

….Why did I do that?

Now the two stared at each other, both worried and concerned on different levels for opposite things. One worried if he was getting soft, or possibly being brainwashed, the other concerned that he was about to lose an arm.

The silence only broke when he looked at his hands and muttered “Am I sick?? Don't answer that!”

Opening his mouth to reply, Rory immediately shut it, Nodding softly in understanding. While he was quite a brave man, he was smart enough to know that the Master WOULD in fact eat him. And the Doctor couldn't save him forever…

For the next couple of days, he thought about this heavily, deciding that next time he would rip up the hat on purpose. Yeah that'll show him! As for now, He had been standing by the control console, looking at the destination only to scrunch up his nose.

Oh great. Earth. 44 BCE. Just what they needed. More interactions with uncivilized humans fighting over politics… at least this would be entertaining. Assassinations always were when they succeeded.

Coming up to the console, The Doctor clicked a few things, Petting part of the tubing with a happy hum. The hum was slow and sounded like something he'd heard many many years ago. Something of taste. Yawning, He listened to the humming until the Doctor walked off to do something else before unconsciously bee lining for his room.

Climbing into the top bunk (The Doctor had the bottom one whenever he did decide to sleep so it was barely used.) The Master pulled the blankets up around him. Tugging his pillow close, closing his eyes. It didn't take long until he started making rhymed breaths, a rumbling in his chest and throat starting to form from the amount of comfort under the thick blanket.

He got cold easily, as most Gallifreyans did due to the natural heat that they grew up with. Even during his time as Prime Minister he wore layers. Lots of them, blankets in the Limos and curling up to Lucy in an attempt to steal what little warmth humans had. Why the Doctor favored London, a cold, rainy and cloudy place? He'd never know. He prefered somewhere warm. Usually the warmer, the more interesting beasts to see scare small children.

A few moments later he stopped the purring, opening his eyes with a confused “Wait a minute..” look. Why was he sleeping? He wasn't even tired and it was 1 in the afternoon. His regular nap time wasn't until 4.

What in all things unholy was going on?? Did the Doctor do this? A curse perhaps? Was it these?

Rolling over, he looked at the metal on his wrists and for the 14th time he began to gnaw on the bracelets, growling in frustration. What was going on!? Whatever it was, he didn't like it… Mmh…Oh well. He was already there.

The next day, a certain clattering of pans made him perk up. He was swinging in his rope hammock, batting at the decorations that the Doctor specifically told him not to mess with, climbing on them, tugging them, kicking them, biting them, etc.

Anything to try and ruin it but it was proving to be quite difficult to do and not be caught seeing as it was thick enough to not break easily.

Sure, he could just rip them down with the strength he had but that would be no fun. It would cut the fun by 78% actually. He'd already done the math. Whenever someone could come in, He'd instantly stop and pretend to be innocently snoozing.

The pang of pans though? That was enough to bring him down. Climbing out of his swing, the Master followed the noise, coming to the kitchen as he sat at the table, the chair specifically to the left side, separated from the others. A nice pillow on his chair as well.

Honestly he was quite proud of this one. The Master had thrown a fit for hours straight until the Doctor gave him a special chair and now he sat in it like a king peering over his subjects (when in truth, It's just because everyone else was too scared to sit next to him while he ate, afraid they'd get snapped at or bitten if the Master thought they wanted his food)

Sitting here, he waited. Patiently at first but his patience was quickly running out when seeing no one else was coming. Hadn't they heard? Were they not hungry? Well good. He'd simply have it all then. There was no waste on this ship. None at all thanks to him, except when it came to pickles or cucumbers. He hated them. They looked and smelled foul enough for him to hiss, gag, and vomit all at once.

Eventually, his patience grew tired as he looked to the redheaded woman who dropped these pans everyday. For some reason, the Doctor kept these pans up high and getting them down was a nightmare, even for him.

You had to move the pans in order to get the plates behind them. Honestly, the kitchen's arrangement system made him think of the time the Doctor used to store his robes with his socks and his shirts with his underwear.

Who did that??

“Where is everyone?” He asked her, in which turn she turned to glance at him, having heard the jingling of his bell already.

“What do you mean?”

“It's time for a meal…yes?”

“No?? it's 3 pm. Why would you think it's time for dinner already?” She asked.

The Master paused.. Why did he think it was time? Wait, why did he come in here in the first place?

Oh yes! The pans.

“You.. dropped the pans.” It was said with a questioning tone at the end more than a statement.

“Yeah? I drop them every time because this kitchen is an utter mess.”

“riiighht…”

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Amy was right. This place was a disaster. If he didn't enjoy the chaos of watching the humans try to figure out the unorganized kitchen he'd say screw it and fix it himself. But what fun would that be?

“What do you want anyway?” She grumbled.

“What?”

“You heard me. What do you want? What stupid little plan do you have now? Come to remind me how dumb I am for dropping everything? Going to threaten to eat me? ...Again?”

The master blinked, tilting his head.

“Well… No I-” Wait.. How dare she speak to him like that! But.. yeah.. why did he come to the sound of the pans? It was odd. Even For him. Perhaps he got his hours mixed up?- No. It was something more than that. Something he wasn't able to figure out.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Amy frowned, now feeling a little bad. “Oh… Are you hungry? Do you want a snack or..something?”

“Huh?”

“It's just that.. you ran in here like a cat hearing a can of tuna being opened.”

“What!? I did not!”

“Oh you SO did. Here, I'll ask the Doctor where he keeps the snacks for you, okay?”

“What do I look like a dog?”

“He mentioned something about buffalo lungs the other day.”

As if hearing a magic word, He smiled at her widely, the kind he only did when actually excited. “He did? Where?”

“But I dont know if they're yours or his… he eats some pretty weird stuff.”

“Aye! Are you insulting our culture?”

“Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it, bellboy? He's not going to give you a treat if you keep misbehaving.”

Glaring, his arms crossed. “...You're the one being rude.. the Doctor says I'M not allowed to be rude so why can you? God he was always a hypocrite..”

“Look just-” But before she could continue, he heard a different noise. A known squeak of an in-need-of-oil door. Turning away, he ignored her, taking off towards the door.

“Typical..” she sighed, figuring she might as well go see if the Doctor would share his snacks or not, just incase he came back.

Running through the TARDIS Involved jumping over a couple of things and coming to a stop as he saw that curly headed woman standing in the doorway holding a box.

Stepping deeper into the TARDIS, Her heels tapped, No- Clicked against the tile, humming as she spun around what looked to be a set of keys on a colorful keychain. She was sporting a sun hat and far less clothing than he remembered her from last time. His nose scrunched at the smell of sun lotion.

Peering out the door, he seen tons of reddish tinted sand and a sky of orange, yellow, pink. A sea of red. A large pink moon, visible in the sky from where he stood. Where were they? When did they land?

“Ah ah ah- Not so fast Kitty. Where do you think you're going?” She asks, smirking with that type of affection that the Doctor would give him at times before snapping the door closed. It was so annoying..

Beginning to glare from the nickname, a quiet growl rose in his throat. She called him this because of the bell around his neck and the fact that she had caught him “purring” in his sleep, when OBVIOUSLY it was snoring. Duh.

“Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, pumpkin.”

His nose scrunched further, Tilting his head like a confused puppy, the way the Doctor does at times. “Why are you calling me a squash?”

“It's a form of endearment! I er- I think?”

Turning, He rolled his eyes. Oh great. Someone else who was annoying- Though… He looked.. different today. His hair was pushed back and shiney, probably with gel. He had that hideous footwear on again too, but now he was wearing a half opened blue palm tree shirt with parrots and coconuts on it. For a moment he was going to question why his shirt was half undone but saw him quickly trying to finish buttoning it up.

“Hello, Sweetie.”

“H-hi” His friend stuttered, trying to stay focused on his buttons and not the fact River was in a two piece and a small cover up tied around her waist.

“What's the rush? You act like you don't want me seeing you.”

“Oh n-No! Nothing like that! Not at all I just thought-”

River leaned in close to his face, that same smirk plastered onto her lips.

“You thought you wanted to make me work for it… Didn't you? Want me to rip it off with my teeth? You naughty boy.”

“I-..” The Doctor swallowed, looking as if he malfunctioned, like a restarting cellphone.

The Master made a fake gagging noise, rolling his eyes even harder as he pointed into his mouth.

“I thought I told you not to be rude?” Was the first thing the restarted phone said once it finished rebooting. Being scolded felt nice. All eyes in the room on him.

“What? I didn't even say anything this time.” He teased.

River smiled wider, fondly shaking her head as she handed him the small Rainbow clicky key chain. It was shaped like a slug and when you shook it, it made noise and moved in a slithering motion.

“You open that box, and it's yours, sweetie.”

“Why are you calling him sweetie?” He asked, stepping forward as If wanting attention too but she ignored him for now. She watched with a pleased grin as he took the box, looking at it, shaking it next to his ear.

“What is it?”

“Spoilers.”

“.. I hate when you say that..”

“I know. I've been having some trouble with it. The box I mean” She explains, her boyfriend now cocking a brow, pouting that the Master was getting more attention then him. If he knew one thing about River, it's that his dear Melody would never give a box to a man if she had trouble opening it. She'd just blow the lock off with one of her fancy guns.

“No you're no-”

She kissed him, grabbing his bow tie and staining his lips that bright red that she wore often. During their kiss, one of his once flat hairs stuck up, flopping over into his face.

Pulling away, he took a breath, baffled at what in the world was going on.

Completely ignoring this, as this was common whenever River came by, The Master was sitting on the floor, shoving One of the dozen keys into the hole, jiggling them around, cursing under his breath whenever they didn't work. Blinking, The Doctor smiled seeing how entertained he was, leaning in close to the woman. “What actually is in that box, River?”

“Oh you two are so much alike. Too curious for your own good.”

“What? No. We're nothing alike.”

“Yes we are. I've been saying this for eons.” the man on the floor muttered, Putting his arms up in triumph as he got the right key out of the dozen.

“What is it?” The Doctor asks, trying to peer over his shoulder.

“It's mine, that's what!” He says, taking out a box all taped up in clear cellophane but he could see the label, grinning widely to himself, keeping it close so the Doctor couldn't see. He knew he'd want to take it away. River was always bringing him treats. As many times as she made him gag, he always knew that her heels meant something good.

Glancing at River with those big puppy eyes, she giggled, taking his arm as she whispered to him. “It's a knife.”

“A what?! Why would you give him that!? You know he's-”

“Ooh hush. Let him have some fun.”

“If by fun you mean killing your parents and possibly me then sure- River why would you-”

She kissed him again.

“Mh- Thank you but you can't just keep-”

And again.

“River!” He whined

And another.

By now, he's learned not to speak or else she'd kiss him a fourth time just to shut him up. Not like it was a bad thing but he really was concerned.

“There's a good boy. Now. Is operation cat-astrophe still happening?”

For a moment or two, he seemed confused until she put her head towards the Master in which he gasped, nodding. “Oh Yes!”

“I see that Door is a check.” She mumbles, remembering how quickly he came when the door was opened.

“We're working on that. Clicky treats is a go I suppose?”

“Mmmhm. You should have seen how happy he was to see me.”

“Good good.. Just wished you would've chosen a different gift..”

“Just watch And see, sweetheart. Goodness so impatient.” She whispered.

During this conversation, nothing else mattered to the Master except biting and tearing through these 10 layers of tape. Growling, he was becoming a bit frustrated, but it only seemed to make him work harder at it, sticking out his tongue for maximum brain operation.

“Oh I love when he makes that face.”

“What face??”

“With his tongue? It's like you and your glasses.”

“What? No-”

“Yes.”

“AHA!!” He had finally ripped open the box, giggling to himself as he took his prize, quickly running off, probably to go attempt a murder.

“Hm. Well that lasted about 5 minutes…”

“How long do you think until he realizes it's bio locked?” She whispered, smirking like ever.

Staring at her, The Doctors grin grew. “Aahh I see.. you..”

“Mhm.”

“So that-”

“Yes.”

“And now?”

“Yup.. aannnd here he comes.” She could hear the incoming jingling from his bell serving it's purpose.

Coming back to them both, he was pissed. He had just tried to stab Amy and nothing happened, The blade just went inside like one of those cheap toys from the supermarket. He felt the blade. It was real, not plastic, So why wasn't it working? It wasn't fair.

“What did you do to my knife!?”

“Whatever do you mean, Pumpkin?”

“Stop calling me a squash you witch! I can't stab anybody! What kind of present is that!?”

“Did you try stabbing… Things?” River says, raising her brows in a pleased, smugness.

“Things?” Pausing for a few seconds, He soon got the biggest shit eating grin, Running away a second time. Moments later, they heard a crash, laughing, and a loud “Hey!!”

The Doctor blinked. “...He just broke your mothers vase..”

“It was a hideous vase.”

“River!”

“What? Now come on. We have some more training to do.”

Later, after the Master destroyed exactly 3 ceramic things, stabbed the table to death, ripped up all Rory's pillows, and used his new toy to cut up some cheese as a snack, He now was curious about the door again.

Sneaking towards it and looking outside like a cat that wanted to go out but was nervous he'd get scolded, he watched as the Doctor set up lounge chairs and towels on the beach.

Again the heels. Part of him became excited. He liked that clicking- But why? Since when did he like River?? He didn't. He didn't like anyone on this damned ship that he was prisoner to.

“Hi cupcake. You wanna go outside sweetpea?”

His eyebrows scrunched. “I'm not a baked goods… Or a flower. Are you insulting me?”

“Terms of endearment, dear. Remember? Anyway, Let's say you and me go outside hm?”

He looked at her with hesitance. She was being suspicious… He wasn't allowed outside. What was this? Some sort of test? Fine. He'd play their game.

“No… I'm not allowed outside.”

“Aww why not?”

“Cause..??” Was she stupid? Prisoners weren't allowed to leave. That's the whole point of his cuffs And collar. Kept on an invisible, metaphorical leash at all times.

“Well… The Doctor and I are going to sit on the beach. Do you want to come?”

The light in his eyes alone was enough to make River want to hug him to bits. Why were Time Lords so cute? Was it some sort of defense mechanism? Or was it the Feline Virus thing the Doctor told her about lingering in his genetic code?

Starting to nod, he quickly stopped, now playing with his hands. “no.. I'll get in trouble..” and just like that, that light died so soon. So short lived. Frowning, she almost felt pitiful for him. “That is true… but wait! Have you ever tried.. you know.. asking?”

“A-asking to go outside..?”

“Yes.”

“He'll just say no. Every time I get out, I get in trouble.”

“But did you ask?”

Poking his fingers together, he made a sound that sounded uncertain. It broke her heart. Now she was going to scold her husband.

“Alright.. well.. if you want to come join us outside, All you have to do is ask. Mkay?”

And she took off her heels, setting them up on the TARDIS dash only to walk out barefoot, the red sands making footprints as she went.

Standing at the door, now he was really unsure. This felt like a trap.. why would she tease him with freedom like that? Why would she give him a knife? And for the love of god- Why did he get excited when he heard her heels clicking on the TARDIS floor?

Slowly, he peeks his head out of the TARDIS, looking around the planet, The sky, the waves, the footprints she left.

“Hey!” Becoming startled, he jumped a bit, ducking back into the blue box. He wasn't entirely sure if these cuffs would electrocute him if he left or not.. even though Amy joked about them being shock bracelets… The Doctor couldn't do that..

Right?

“Do you want a Jelly worm?!” This was shouted from about 50 feet away by a man with his shirt half unbuttoned, holding a bag of candies while River slathered sunscreen all over him.

“I think theyre called Gummy worms, dear.” She mumbled.

“I'm certain they're called jelly worms.”

“Oh yeah? Read the package.”

Looking at the pack, He pouted. “Jelly worms sound cooler.”

Blinking, The Master wondered if he was talking to him or someone else.

“Me?”

“Yeah! You want a ‘Gummy worm'?!”

“What’s a gummy worm?! Can... I come outside?” This was asked in speaking tone rather then a shout.

“What!?”

“What's a gum-! You know what.. nevermind.” he mumbled, frowning as he stepped a foot on the sand, wincing, expecting his wrists to send electromagnetic shocks through his arms. But nothing happened.

Discovering this, he ran out of the TARDIS, circling round it before coming towards the other two, grinning.

“What's a gummy worm?”

“Its a jelly worm.”

“Oh! Yeah. Gummy Worm sounds stupid.”

He mumbled, being given a few of the candies. Glancing at River, The Doctor had a smug look, wiggling his eyebrows at her as she rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” He shoved one in his mouth. “I think-” another “-they're called jelly worms.” A third one.

“That's what I said! See?”

“Everyone else calls them Gummy worms because they're made with xanthan gum.”

“Like Xanax?”

“What!? No!” She laughed. “Goodness. You had some fun as Prime Minister didn't you?”

“What's Xanax?? Is that a fancy drink?” The Doctor asked, shoving some worms in his mouth as the two looked at each other as if mentally playing rock paper scissors to see which unlucky soul got to teach the Doctor about recreational drugs.

“Seeya-” He said, taking off.

“Ah you gotta be kitten me.” She smirks and the Doctor gives her a look as if to say ‘Really?’ Only to giggle too.

“That's just claw-ful!”

River gave a chuckle before sighing.

“Well.. looks like it's just you and me, sweetheart..”

“Fur-ever?” He held out his pinky, smirking as he raised his eyebrows a few times. River giggled, rolling her eyes only to take the pinky, bringing the intertwined fingers up to her lips.

“Fur-ever. Till the end?”

“Until the end of time and more, my darling.” He would never be able to forget her.. not ever. How could he?

A few times, The Master would run away, doing circles, Zoomies as river called it but never seemed to get too far from the TARDIS, returning when offered more Jelly worms, each time recieving a praise and a snack for coming back to them.

Now he was becoming bored of the laps, even going as far as putting his toes curiously into the ocean, realizing that it was warm. Like a water bottle left out in the sun. This displeased him. He was already hot from his laps around the beach, he didn't want hot water all over his body. Hot was an understatement. If it were hot like the baths he'd not mind but it was the gross kind of warm. The kind that felt yucky on your skin. God he hated water..

It was then he realized that outside of the TARDIS he had free will, coming over to lift the Doctor's chair, dumping him over only to run away, manically laughing, giggling almost.

“What the-!?”

“Catch me if you dare!” He yelled, Dashing off, further and further away. A rush of adrenaline and freedom taking over him. This seemed like the start of a fun game… that was until he had run so far that he was panting and the TARDIS looked like a tiny dot from here.

Where was everyone on this planet anyway? He'd come all this way and not seen a single person. Not a hint of a town, and definitely not a city. Part of him cursed the Doctor for taking him to a deserted solar system with no one to play with- and on top of that, For not chasing after him. He knew how this game worked, didn't he? One ran, the other chased. It's been like this for thousands of years.

So why not now? Was it because of that woman? The daughter of Amelia Pond? This still confused him greatly. He understood the concept of time travel, duh, but what confused him is why her parents would let her marry A dingus like the Doctor. I mean really? Why did she lower her standards?*

Eventually, curiosity killed the cat. He ran as far as he could, trying to find any forms of life, only finding himself alone. Completely and utterly abandoned it seemed. This puzzled him. Why would the Doctor want to come here? There was nothing but a waste land of sand.

Later, When he came back into the TARDIS painting, sweating, and whining from all that walking and running. He shut the door, collapsing on the floor as he laid there, feeling her cool air coming up from the grates and her cold metal against his skin.

Just because Gallifreyans were resistant to heat didn't mean that going out in the blazing sun with a black hoodie was a good idea. Especially not when there wasn't anywhere to go. Not even a tree in sight.

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in.” The curly haired woman says, Smiling as she sat next to the Doctor on the torn up sofa that they apparently had moved into the TARDIS control room. (For whatever reason)

They probably had just finished kissing (or got interrupted) seeing as there was lipstick smeared over the Doctors lips and he doubted heavily that the doctor applied it himself… He wasn't THAT much of an idiot… He knew how to appropriately apply lipstick.. even he knew that.

“Why didn't you tell me there wasn't anything out there!?”

“We figured you'd find out for yourself sooner or later” The Doctor says, Scooting over, Trying to wipe the lipstick off of him only to smear it onto his hand and cuff.

“Who's we? Come're baabbyyy” River coed, putting her arms out to him.

Without a second to think about it, he began to scramble over to her only, crawling the few feet only to stop dead in his tracks. What the fuck was he doing? And why?

Sure he's laid between them multiple times to purposely frustrate them, but now it seemed as if they were welcoming him with literal open arms. Why? Cocking a brow, He himself was now frustrated, why were they being so… Kind.. to him? For what? His thinking soon sufficed when called for again.

“Come on. Come to mommy. What did that mean man do to you, hm?” She coed.

“I am not! He's just… bad!”

“Oh he's not bad! He's bored.”

"Yeah! There's a difference!" He awnsered And just like that, in her lap he went, being sure to push the Doctor away from her with his feet, trying to be a menace as much as possible, laying his head in her lap as he stared up at her. Petting his head, she giggled, talking to him further to make him feel pampered and praised. If there was one thing she knew, The Master adored being worshipped and given attention. Ignoring him made things 10 times worse, so she's learned that if she petted him long enough he would go to sleep and she could talk to her dear husband some more before the little gremlin woke up.

“What did he do, hm?? So cruel. Leaving you out there all alone?” River smirked as he already was droopy lidded, nodding softly along with the words.

“I did not. It's his fault for running off.”

“Oooh he's done nothing wrong.”

“... It's really hard to teach him when you keep enabling him, love..”

“That's why it's called Paw-sitive reinforcement, Doctor.” She said this in a sing-songy voice, Letting him get comfy as he turned over, Subconsciously nuzzling up to her hands and stomach.

Truth be told, he could care less what they were talking about right now. He was far too tired to listen to them bicker, using it as white noise, hoping it would drown out the drums that pounded in his head every waking moment of existence.

While they were faint, they were still there. At the back of his mind, like trying to smash through a 2 foot thick wall of ice, bound to break eventually, but right now, they gave him comfort. A constant reminder of who he was and that if anything was real? It was the pounding.

The warmth of her hands also gave him comfort, running her pointed red nails through his bleached blonde and trailing up and down his back through his hoodie.

A few minutes pass and the Doctor is now staring at them with a fond look, a shallow pang of jealousy but he wasn't sure about who. He was jealous of River for being able to get HIS best friend so cuddly and he was jealous of the master for cuddling up to HIS wife. It made him want to take him from her, put him on his lap and let him sleep there instead, but also shove him off the couch and take his place. God this was so difficult. How did humans do this relationship thing? It was so… annoying yet.. wonderful! He wouldn't change it for the world. He was so sleepy and… beautiful.

“You're staring sweetie..”

The voice echoed through his brain once, then twice before he looked up. “Huh?”

“You're staring again… Don't worry. You'll get your turn.”

“When?”

“Oooh so impatient.”

“No I mean- I.. When can I hold him?”

Her eyes widened, not aware that she had been hogging, let alone that he would want a turn at all. “Well… You can have him now if you'd like.”

“I..” Man this was embarrassing. “I think I'd like that.”

Carefully, They moved him from one lap to another, Which at first led to a protest of whining and gentle clawing**, Assuming he was falling off the couch.

“Shh shh shh. No honey. You're okay. You're just fine.” She whispered, pulling his hands away, trying to keep him from sitting up by putting her hand up under the thick sweater, scratching his back ever so gently the way he enjoyed before.

Letting out a sigh of relief, His shoulders dropped, curling up the way he liked in the Doctor's lap instead, a deep rumbling beginning from him. “.. He's so tired..”

“From all that running around, probably.” She whispered, enjoying his purring.

“No.. He's exhausted. His last regeneration went a bit..wonky. I don't even know if….If..” He trailed off, the way he did when he wanted to stop talking about something instead of when he forgot what he was saying.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

Snickering, He shook his head. “No... I just.. even Time Lords can only take so much and..”

River knew. He watched him die. He burnt his body. He gave him a proper death ***ceremony- well.. about as proper as you could without others knowing.

“So it's a good thing you're taking care of him. Isn't it?”

“That's the thing. It's not that he can't do it himself, it's just that.. He's reckless..”

“Oh and I suppose we aren't?”

“River.. I don't.. I thought I was the last one for so long. I..” He took a breath, swallowing. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes.

“I can't go back to that.. Hell. For the last few months, I've been spraying him with-”

“Doctor..” She muttered a warning, noticing that the purring had stopped, but he continued.

“Catmint tea just so he'd calm down enough to-”

“You've been spraying me WITH TEA!? THIS ENTIRE TIME?!”

The woman smiled innocently, seeing the murderous glares.

“Whoops! Cats out of the bag.”

“River-! Not now!”

*just wait until he finds out she married Jack Harkness while he had the doctor caged up LOL

** clutching/ trying to hold on, he does not have retractable nails.

*** Like Torvic's. Thats why it hurt so bad.

[moonyasnow]

OK SO!

For after the twins' Birthday Event is officially over on the 24th, what should I do first

I guess, the top 2 ones will be posted on the 26th and 27th since I already have plans for the 25th, 28th, 29th, 30th and 31st— 💀

*

Also hey chat did you know I created my own fantasy world—

I don't work on it a lot anymore but I was making it from between the ages of 11-15

I made a whole separate calendar for it, like 18 countries, several fantasy races and multiple religions

Might create a side-blog to yap if anyone's interested

[swimmingrascalbatdragon]

Starman Prologue

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Potter!OC

Word Count: 919

Summary: In a world where Harry has a sister...

a/n: Ahhh, I'm so excited! This is my first story post, and I hope you enjoy the start of a series.

. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜・。.. 。・゜✭・.・✫゜. 。

31st of October 1981

This was the second Halloween a particular little family in Godric Hallows would participate in. Two young parents were eager to dress up their children to make the best of their situation. A little boy with jet-black hair and a little girl with copper red.

“Oh, James, just look at them! They are just too cute!” exclaimed the woman with a grin.

“I don’t know, Lily. Sirius will have a fit when he finds out we dressed up Lia as a cat. You know what he’s going to say, ‘A cat, you dress up the poor child as a cat instead of, I don’t know, a dog? You know as her favorite uncle.” 

The woman just shook her head, letting out a light-hearted scoff, paying no attention to her husband's little act, focusing on the children in front of her, “I wouldn’t say that little Lia’s favorite uncle is Padfoot. Moony seems like he can give Sirius a run for his money. Isn’t that right, Camellia? You love Uncle Moony?” 

As if to answer her mother’s question, the little girl squealed and clapped her hands in amusement. She looked back up at her husband with a triumphant smirk.

“Do you want to bet on it, Potter?” He looked back at his daughter and his wife, a smirk of his forming.

“You forget, Lily flower, that you are a Potter too, for better or worse.” She got up from the floor to kiss her husband before saying, “Look at you, being right for the first time.” 

“Oh, you are a cheeky bugger, aren’t you?” Pulling his wife into a loving kiss.

As if, on cue, both kids decided now would be the perfect time to start babbling, just cause the adults to pull away from each other. The parents admired their children, small and innocent, with no knowledge of what was happening, no knowledge of the war, nothing. Just two babies dressed up for the occasion, conversing little with their gurgles, babbles, and laughter. The young parents held each other with bittersweet smiles on their faces.

“Well,” breathed out James, “How about we whip up some dinner while we wait for the others to arrive?” Looking at Lily, he watched as she shook her head with a slight amusement reaching her eyes.

“You, cooking? Certainly not, especially not after you try to burn the house down.” Offended by such an accusation, James put a hand over his heart as if he were wounded. 

“My wife, the mother of my two beautiful children, accusing me of burning the house down. At least I didn’t start the fire of the cookie incident; that was Sirius, and you know it!” He countered. 

“Whatever you say, love, whatever you say.” 

With dinner on the stove, the hours are ticking by. “When do you think the lot will drop by?” James wondered, looking at the clock and his wife.

“I am not quite sure. Sirius said that he would be dropping by around seven before the kids are put to sleep, but it is already half past seven.” She responded, biting her lip. She ask quietly, “Do you think he ran into trouble?”

“I don’t think so, but you know Sirius might be running late with the costume he had planned for the kids.” James tried to reassure his wife. Turning to the two children on the floor blabbing to each other hearing a slight distinction of their words, mixtures of 'pa-foo' and 'ooony'. Lily looked at the pair with hinted sadness before turning back to her husband with his eyes on the children.

“I wish things could have been different, James. I wish that we don’t have to hide, to be afraid. They don’t understand the weight of their lives. They’re just children.” She said with a slight exasperation.

James Potter knew this feeling, and he felt it when he woke up and looked at himself in the mirror and at Lily when he looked at his children. The surface never left. It sat in his stomach and would make way to strangle his throat. He felt that it was his fault in the situation that they were in. He thought that he was the one to blame.

“I know love, but best that they don’t know and better that they can be kids. They are too young to know, but let’s hope that war ends soon. If so, they would never have to know and live their little lives peacefully.” He responded hopefully to reassure his wife and calm her down. 

“ We can hope,” Lily stated, more so to reassure herself more than anything.

The thing about hope is that it can do so much. A light aimed to fill the darkness and provide the little warmth needed to feel its comfort. This little family had hope, but the world, the war, their enemies, and many other factors used this hope as a beacon to hunt them down. 

On October 31, 1981, tragedy fell upon a small family in Godric Hollows. The parents of a pair of twins were murdered in hopes of saving their children. Their efforts, however, were not in vain as the cries of two children, a boy and a girl, no older than a year old were heard. Harry James Potter and Camila Marlene Potter were left orphaned. Hope seemed lost to some, but for others, the rumors of Lord Voldemort’s downfall made it seem that the war was over. 

Little did they know it was just the beginning.

[melhyan]

🎇✨ It’s December 31st, 2024! ✨🎇

Here we are, folks—the grand finale of 2024!🎭 The curtain’s closing, the hobbits are heading home, and I’m staring into the fiery eye of 2025 like Frodo with a to-do list. Let’s get into this:

A./ Art Grind Resolutions 2025™️ (No Promises Edition):

Back on the grind! Like Geralt on a monster contract or Gandalf after yelling "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" I’ll be dusting off my brushes, my pens, and my cursed Dwarven sketch tablet. Expect more art, more chaos, and fewer excuses.

A Schedule? MAYBE. We’re aiming for organization here, but no promises—this isn’t Rivendell, and I don’t have Elrond planning my days.

Commissions are opening! That’s right, a shiny new comms sheet will drop in 2025. Look out for it soon! (Or, you know, soon™ in classic D&D planning.)

Adoptables galore! I’ll be trying to whip up 1–3 adorable, edgy, or delightfully cursed adopts every month. Tieflings, elves, maybe even a Witcher-inspired griffin bard? WHO KNOWS.

B./ Level-Up Goals:

More detailed pieces! Like crafting the ultimate dragon-slaying sword in Kaer Morhen, I’m pushing myself to work harder on those sweet, sweet details. Sparkly magic effects? Yes. Backgrounds? We’ll see.

Art tutorials?! A sprinkle of artistic chaos for you to learn from? Maybe. If I don’t get distracted by building another NPC in D&D.

Patreon revamp! I’m aiming to polish this up so you lovely folks can enjoy exclusive behind-the-scenes chaos, sketches, and more.

C./ New Stuff:

Some projects are lurking in the shadows like Gollum with the One Ring. Stay tuned for the shiny reveals.

Oh, and let’s not forget: 2025 is also the year I fully embrace my Self-Indulgent Era™️. That means you’ll probably see a lot more of the hyper-specific, slightly cursed, and delightfully niche content that lives rent-free in my brain. If I want to spend three days drawing Eredin, King of the Wild Hunt, in thigh-highs and a garter belt, guess what? I’m doing it. And if you see it posted, just scroll on by, Geralt. This is between me, my pencil, and my artistic freedom.

I’ll try to stop overthinking every little thing I want to share. I mean, it’s my page—why not throw in some weird Witcher-D&D crossover fanart? Why not write an entire essay on why emo Legolas would 100% listen to My Chemical Romance? (He would. Aragorn would roll his eyes but secretly agree.)

I’ll sprinkle in more of the stuff I love, the stuff that makes me laugh, cry, or sit there saying, "Is this too weird to post?" Spoiler: Nothing’s too weird anymore. 2025 is the year of feral, unhinged creativity. If you’re here for it, great. If not, well, I’m not changing the dice rolls for anyone.

D./ GENERAL DISCLAIMER FOR 2025 AND BEYOND!

If you catch me lovingly drawing, writing, or screaming into the void about a particularly unhinged, deeply problematic blorbo (you know the ones), please consider this your blanket disclaimer: I do NOT condone their actions, behavior, or life choices.

If they’ve committed war crimes (looking at you, certain Witcher villains), I am NOT saying war crimes are cool.

If they’re the kind of character who would definitely steal candy from a baby, set the baby on fire, and then gaslight the witnesses into thinking the baby was the problem, just know I’m not here for that behavior in real life.

If they’ve poisoned wells, burned villages, or lied on their taxes, rest assured I am firmly against all three (especially the taxes part, IRS scares me cause I'm really bad at maths and they have calculators).

However, will I still make self-indulgent art of them lounging dramatically on a throne, wearing lingerie (again), holding a glass of wine, and staring into the distance like the messy little war criminal they are? You bet your chaotic little soul I will.

Examples include but are not limited to:

The sexy but utterly terrible lich who probably eats people but, like, is so aesthetic about it.

That one D&D villain who monologues for 20 minutes while their henchmen are actively losing a fight.

The morally bankrupt sorcerer who only uses their powers for evil but still has incredible eyeliner game.

Eredin, in lingerie. Again.

Just remember, folks: it’s fiction and art here. Let me thirst for the villains with the tragic backstories and the devastating cheekbones in peace. In real life, I promise I’d be the first to call the local paladin squad on them.

Probably. Maybe. Okay, fine—if they apologized really well, I’d consider negotiating. That said, me thirsting for the local baddie doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go full Vicious Mockery on their ass to roast them to filth about their behavior. I’m not a bard—good looks won’t move me from my morals. Not yet, anyway. (Eredin, stop calling. babe)

So buckle up—if you see more lingerie Eredin, angsty bard OCs, or a niche analysis of why Geralt would win a baking contest against Radovid (he would), just know this is my ✨artistic vision✨.

Let’s raise a glass (or a mug of hot cocoa, Witcher style) to the new year! Thank you for all your support this year—whether it was likes, comments, shares, or chaotic energy in my inbox, you’re the Legolas to my Gimli, the Roach to my Geralt, the Tarrasque to my roll for initiative.

See you in 2025! Let’s make it one for the (spell)books. 💫 (P.S. If I don’t follow through, just blame the dice rolls.)

[fandomtrumpshate]

How Time Flies!

We can't believe it's already been three months since bidding closed for the 2023 auction! This year, we plan to make several blog posts throughout the creation period to check in with you all and cheer you on.

At this point, we're just hoping that you're all off to a good start and feeling confident about moving forward. We know some fanworks are complete already (amazing!!) and others are still in the planning stages (totally okay!!). Check in with this non-binding, highly unscientific poll.

A few reminders:

Bidders still have some time left to provide creators with a workable prompt. The deadline is June 30th. Right now, we expect that you're at least in communication with each other and have hopefully tossed around a few ideas.

The deadline for finishing fanworks is December 31st, 2023.

If you have completed your fanwork, make sure you've filled out the completed fanworks form.

If you need a beta or other assistance, don't forget the Regiment of Fan Laborers is here to help! We sent you an email about this back in March, but do reach out if you need the information again.

[moon-and-seraph]

Moon+Seraph Pitch Week begins next week!

This is a reminder that M+S Pitch Week starts on March 26th and runs through March 31st! Don't forget to read through our Rules and Guidelines, use our pitch template and list of event hashtags, and take a look at the schedule so you know when to share your pitch.

Please reblog this post so we can reach as many writers as possible and tag anyone who you think would be interested in the event!

What is Moon+Seraph Pitch Week?

M+S Pitch Week is a week-long event from March 26th to March 31st of 2023, where writers will pitch their in-progress original sci-fi and fantasy stories on themed days and find other stories to support.

Where can I learn more?

We've compiled links to all of the information and resources for the Pitch Week here!

What if I don't have a SFF story to share?

We plan to expand what genres this Pitch Week is open to in future events. In the meantime, you can participate by browsing through pitches and finding new friends and WIPs to support!

[circle--of--confusion]

Wip Wednesday [Part 2!!!]

Ok I wanted to post another snippet but its from a multichapter christmas fic for later in the year lol. It's so fluffy I'm gonna melt.

Below the cut is Terzo and my OC Amelia discussing Christmas plans. [this one from the chapter "secret satan"]

Some folks in the ministry might say that Amelia puts up her Christmas tree “too early” after Halloween. In their long history, Terzo would always tease her about it every year. When he’d stop by the studio for a quick repair to his cassock, a small quip would leave his lips and in return she’d roll her eyes, remarking that his name is going to the top of her ‘itchy yarn list’. When he found her getting out the boxes of ornaments and décor a few days before Halloween this year, drinking hot chocolate with a mountain of marshmallows, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lightly squeezed; he’s tsking at the glittery sight while he stands behind Amelia, resting his chin on her shoulder. He chuckles to himself, humming.

“Amore mio, it’s too early.” Terzo scoffs.

“I don’t have anything up, caro mio! I’m just getting it ready.” Her voice goes up, beginning her arguments. She gestures to the boxes with her mug.

“Mhm, likely story. I know you very well, Amelia. And I know that the moment the clock strikes midnight on October 31st, you are going to be twitching to get to this glittering siren’s song.” he looks down at the sparkling ornaments and garland, swaying them together. “And I will be chopped liver until all of these boxes are empty.”

Amelia sets down her mug on a nearby table and turns to look at Terzo. “There’s not that much glitter.”

“Tesoro… there’s more glitter in that box than my papal robes and mitre combined.” He shakes his head, smiling. Terzo leans down to kiss her and hums. She tastes like chocolate with a faint hint of mint.

Amelia grins, blushing. “You know how I am about the holidays, amore mio. This shouldn’t come as a surprise. And I love gift giving.” Terzo nods, rising one of his hands to cup her face in his palm. She leans into it, closing her eyes. “And I think my gift for you this year will knock your socks clean off!” Amelia opens her eyes and looks at him with an intense but playful glare.

“I didn’t realize this was a competition.” he removes himself from her and walks to the kitchen. “Any left?” Terzo points to the pot on the stove.

She nods. “You can finish it off. I’ve already had a couple mugs of it.” he begins to prepare the last serving of hot chocolate while Amelia makes her way over. “Are you going to participate in my Secret Satan this year?”

“Secret Satan?”

She nods. “Yes. Like secret Santa, but we’re Satanists so… ‘Secret Satan’. I finally have enough people between the three of us in the studio, you, and Copia.” Amelia rocks back and forth on her feet. “We’re decorating the studio once November starts and then we’ll pick names after it’s done.”

Terzo takes a slurpy sip of the hot chocolate, making a show of thinking it all over. “Christmas in a Satanic ministry… why not?” he chuckles. “Of course I’ll do it.”

She smiles, taking the mug from Terzo’s hands, much to his dismay. “I love you.” Amelia hugs him to her, rising to kiss him deeply and he very quickly forgets the drink as their kiss quickly grows in intensity. Her hand snakes it’s way up to brush through his hair, gripping slightly, earning an appreciative rumble from Terzo’s chest.

His lips press a path down to the crook of her neck and Terzo sucks lightly on the soft, sensitive skin. She shudders and lets out a breathy laugh when Terzo pushes her against the counter’s edge. He pulls back for breath and Amelia whines, frowning with her eyes still closed. “Want to finish this in the bedroom? We can be naughty and nice.”

Amelia snorts, taking his hand and walking them to his room. “So cheesy.”

Terzo wraps his arms tightly around her and pauses their walk. He kisses her temple, replying in a low voice “You love me, though.”

She nods, humming. “I do.”

----

I have a couple plot lines for this story, one of them being a "secret Satan" plotline lol.

[justice4billy]

You're the worst-Part ten

Happy New Year you lovely lot! Sorry for the delay, I have had technical issues whilst writing this chapter so had to post it today rather than yesterday. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings; smut, mutual pining and angst

Billy x Fem reader/ enemies to lovers

December 31st 1991

New years eve came around quicker than Camille had expected. She had managed to get her allocated flight on the twenty-eighth and made it back home. Billy had been true to his word, he hadn't been around Mariah's house since that awkward morning they had shared, and Mariah had been busy taking down Christmas decorations and spring cleaning so hadn't been out of the house much. It appeared that Billy was either avoiding her, or he had gotten someone else to mess around with. She had replayed the phone call and wondered who the female voice was, but after a while she figured it was pointless since she wouldn't get an answer.

She was back in the harsh cold of New York, glad to be home and back to familiar territory. However, a part of her really missed having someone to talk too and coming back to an empty apartment had only emphasized just how lonely she felt.

That's why she was practically bouncing when she met up with Mariah and Danny at JFK airport, on the morning of New years Eve. Her grin was wide as she threw her arms around her best friend, the two girls falling into animated chatter as they hailed a taxi back to her apartment. A plan set in motion for the night ahead, they would have some drinks and get ready at hers and then try to get into a bar.

"Girl, you look amazing" Mariah had squealed handing her a drink. "And this apartment is insane" she gushed.

Camille giggled. "You've seen it before" she stated.

Mariah winked. "I know, but I always forget

how nice it is plus the views" she added.

"Thanks, and you look gorgeous too" Camille complimented back.

"I think you'll get alot of male attention" Mariah suggested taking a sip of her champagne.

Camille blanched slightly. She didn't want any other male attention, males just messed with her head, or in Billy's case her sexual desires.

"I don't want any" Camille replied flatly.

Mariah sighed. "Did you not see Billy before you left?" She asked gently. Camille shook her head. "Nope" she stated before waving her hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter anyways we will have a

good night" she smiled.

Mariah clicked her glasses. "Cheers to that hon" she replied just as her buzzer rang.

Camille rushed towards it placing her drink down and answering it. "Its the taxi!" She hollered over her shoulder, telling the driver she would be straight down.

Mariah widened her eyes downing her drink. "Danny, are you ready? Taxis here" she hollered.

Danny appeared in the door way. "Been ready for ages" he replied.

Mariah rolled her eyes, rushing over to grab his hand. "Come on" she urged as Camille grabbed her purse.

The trio exited the apartment, Camille ensuring it was locked before taking the elevator to the ground floor. The taxi awaiting to take them to a small bar called "Figs" located just outside Times Square.

The bar was rowdy and packed as they squeezed through the crowds gathering to celebrate their night. Mariah spotted a small booth at the back, telling Danny to order some drinks as they rushed to reserve the seats.

"Gosh, it's crazy" Mariah gushed as the girls sat down.

"Won't Danny need some help?" Camille asked.

Mariah waved her hand. "He'll be fine" she dismissed leaning forward. "So, do you see

any cute guys?" She asked.

Camille sighed. "I don't know and nor do I care" she stated. "The last thing I need is a guy complicating anything" she stated.

"Come on, it could just be sex" Mariah stated.

"Yeah, well look where 'just sex' got me last time" she stated mimicking quotations with her fingers.

Mariah bit her lip. "Yeah, well it's hard because you know Billy" she stated. "Whereas a random guy you wouldn't even need to get his number" she bargained.

"No, I'm good Mariah" Camille dismissed.

"Sorry hon, I just hate seeing you glum" Mariah apologised.

"It's okay, I know you're looking out for me" Camille replied just as Danny bustled over setting the drinks down.

"There you go ladies'" he stated ad the girls thanked him. He sat down before pulling out his pager and furrowing his brow.

"Why do you keep checking that?" Mariah enquired curious.

Danny sighed. "I haven't heard from Billy" he stated.

"And? He's a big boy" Mariah stated. "Are you guys in some secret relationship I don't know about?" She joked.

Danny rolled his eyes. "No, the dude likes girls" he dismissed.

Camille took a sip of her drink, yes he was a big boy her mind wondered with dirty thoughts. Her heart tried not to pang at the plural meaning to his words.

"When we fly he checks in with me" Danny replied.

Mariah furrowed her brow. "Why would he know we flew?" She enquired.

"Because I kind of told him our plans" Danny stated sheepish.

Mariah narrowed her eyes. "What the hell? Why would you do that?" She asked.

"He was talking about going to a party, he asked if we wanted to go and I told him we couldn't" Danny stated.

Mariah huffed. "Couldn't you make an excuse?" She asked.

Danny waved her off. "Relax, this is Billy who never leaves California" he stated. "He's hardly gonna follow us out here" he added.

"Room for two more?" A familiar voice sounded that filled Camille with dread

The trio spun around in their seats, Camille's mouth gaping open as she took in the sight of Billy standing in the bar, his arm around a petite blonde. What the fuck was he doing here.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" Danny grinned reaching out to slap his

hand.

Billy shrugged. "Fancied a change this new year, and this one said she's always wanted to see the ball drop" he stated giving his dates arm a squeeze. The girl giggling as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, however Billy didn't pay her any attention his eyes slowly fluttering towards Camille who looked away and down at the table.

"Are you kidding me?" Mariah hissed. "You've never left California since you came back and now suddenly you want to come to New York" she fired at him.

Billy rose a brow at her bristly tone. "Like I said, this one wanted to see the ball drop" he repeated. "Who am I to deny?" He asked smirking as Camille finally looked up.

"Bullshit" Mariah scoffed.

"Babe".Danny muttered.

"Don't babe me, your full of shit Billy" she fired at him. "Since when did you make such an effort? Like I said you've never been out of California and now you wanna come here, after Danny stupidly told you our plans for new years" she accused.

"Mariah" Camille warned quietly not liking the sudden tension in the room. Plus, she didn't want his date to feel awkward.

Billy scoffed. "You don't own New York" he fired back. "I can go wherever I wanna go and if I want to treat a beautiful girl to a good time then why the fuck can't i" he threw back.

Camille baulked at that comment, it was like she hadn't been worth anything. It was just sex.

"Well be my guest, I won't ruin your new years eve" Mariah stated giving Camille a tap on her arm. "Come on, we'll go back and have a few drinks at yours" Mariah stared.

"Babe, don't go" Danny pleaded.

"Its fine, just meet us there before midnight" Mariah stated as she hopped off the bar stool. Camille followed suit her eyes remained in front of her, not sparing Billy a glance even when she felt him burning a hole in the side of her head.

The ride back to her apartment was silent,

Mariah sharing a concerned glance every so often as Camille mentally reeled from seeing Billy in the flesh again. It was like he was just trying to hurt her in purpose.

"How about we go to another bar instead? It's only 10.30" Mariah suggested.

"Won't Danny wonder where we are?" Camille enquired. "He can meet us at yours, we'll be back before midnight" she assured them telling the taxi to take them to a bar.

"Okay" Camille stated looking out the window at the New York streets, her mind wandering to what plans Billy had for the evening. Maybe, he had a hotel somewhere she thought then shook her head, it didn't matter she didn't care.

O'Malleys was a packed Irish bar located in downtown New York, the girls had to squeeze through growing crowd to get to the bar both ordering Sex on the beach before squeezing themselves into a booth.

"I cannot believe him" Mariah grumbled sipping her cocktail.

Camille shrugged. "Maybe he did want to do something different" she stated.

Mariah rolled her eyes. "Yeah right, he's so transparent it's unbelievable" she stared.

Camille furrowed her brow, a slither of hope flitted through her stomach. "What do you mean?" She enquired sipping her cocktail.

Mariah huffed. "Its obvious he came here

to see you, but he won't ever just admit it" she stated.

Camille felt butterflies tingling in her stomach. "Don't be silly" she dismissed with q wave of her hand.

Mariah raises a brow. "Hon, Danny literally told him yesterday about our plans" she states. "This is Billy who only left California against his will when he was a teenager, he used to harp on about going back to California and he is the same guy who doesn't believe in New years" she finished.

Camille widened her eyes. "So, he doesn't do anything for new years?" She enquired her eyes flitting to her glass, her finger glazing the rim.

Mariah shrugged. "We sometimes have drinks at ours and he shows up, but my point is he wouldn't come here if me or Danny suggested" she stated with a small smirk. "The boys infatuated" she nodded to Camille.

Camille felt the swarm of butterflies growing bigger, swarming her stomach. "It was only sex" she repeated his earlier statement.

"Sure and I'm the Pope" Mariah quipped.

Camille flitted her eyes to the table. "It doesn't matter anyways, he brought a date with him" she replied. "Which we were pretty rude too" Camille winced feeling bad for the mystery girl.

Mariah rolled her eyes. "She must know

what she's getting into, he is just doing that to make you feel bad" Mariah stated.

Camille's ears perked up. "He said that?" She enquired off handed, trying to to make herself sound desperate.

"No, but I can just tell" Mariah stated taking a gulp of her drink.

Camille groaned. "Why do guys play stupid games?" She asked.

Mariah shrugged, her eyes furrowing as her pager beeped. "Ugh great, Danny wants to know where we are" she groaned.

"And that's a bad thing?" Camille enquired.

"Well you know he will bring Billy along, he won't leave his best friend stranded in a

city he doesn't know" she replied.

"Oh" Camille stated. "I suppose you have to tell him" she stated taking a gulp of her drink. Lord knows she needed some Dutch courage right about now.

Mariah flashed her a sympathetic look. "I know but I'm pissed off, we had plans and Danny has opened his mouth and ruined them" she swore. "Like he has to know Billy being here will make you uncomfortable" she finished a sour look on her face.

Camille sighed. "I mean its a tad awkward, but you can't leave Danny on his own not on New Years" she suggested giving Mariah a weak smile when she clocked her facial expression. "I'll be okay I'm.a.big.girl" she reassured her reaching over to grab her hand. "Plus, I got myself into this mess

you guys shouldn't have to suffer, I'll be civil and play nice" she promised.

Mariah sighed. "Billy better play nice or else my foot is going so far up his ass" she swore typing back before pausing. "Are you sure? I don't mind going back to yours plus Billy is an adult, he can find his way around" she dismissed.

Camille wanted to say no, but she couldn't hide forever. Sooner or later she would need to face him. "Its fine, tell them where we are" Camille urged a lump forming in her throat. God, she needed another drink she thought. "I'll get us another" she stated nodding to the empty glasses.

Camille hopped off her stool, fighting her way through the crowded bar. She signed as she waited patiently in line before finally

getting her drinks cradling them in each hand as she tried not to spill them. She had just put them down on the table when an arm slinked around Mariah.

"Baby" a drunk Danny slurred as he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

Mariah grimaced. "How much have you had?" She asked wiping her face.

"A skinful" Camille heard Billy state.

Her head moved in his direction, noting he was standing at the end of the table with his arm slinked around his date. The girl snuggled up to him with a smile on her face, her eyes fluttering up at him. Billy clocked Camille's movements flashing her a smarmy grin as his eyes fluttered to hers. Camille looked away, her drink

suddenly becoming interesting as she took a gulp.

"God, I hope you make it to midnight we've got plans" Mariah stared annoyed.

"M' sorry baby, don't wanna make you mad" Danny stated with a hiccup making Camille giggle.

"OH, where are you going?" The girl spoke up for the first time.

Camille shifted her eyes to the girl. "Ermm..were going back to my place to watch the ball drop" she stated awkwardly.

"Wow that sounds exciting" she spoke up with glee.

Camille nodded, making awkward eye contact with Mariah before looking back at her. "You guys can come if you want" she cringed at herself before yelping when she felt Mariah kick her foot, a stern look on her face.

"Aww, ain't you so sweet" Billy cooed sarcasm lacing his tone, a smirk adorning his face as he looked at Camille.

Camille narrowed her eyes at his tone. "Just trying to be kind" she fired back at him.

Billy raised a brow. "Sure you are" he threw back at her.

Camille rolled her eyes. "Don't come then, see if I care" she stated flippantly.

Billy smirked. "There she is ladies and gents, feisty as ever" he replied taking a swig of his beer.

"Billy" Mariah warned, cradling a drunken Danny whose head was on her shoulder.

"What?" He spat back.

Camille cut in. "Well your date can come then" she stated giving the girl a smile. "Sorry I didn't catch your name" she stated polite.

The girl perked up. "Tammy" the girl answered. "I've always wanted to see the ball drop" she stared.

Camille smiled. "Well, great then you can come along with or without this brute" she stated flashing Billy a sickly sweet grin as he narrowed his eyes at her. "Excuse me, gotta go to the bathroom" she stated slipping off the bar.

"We can have one more then we better get going, it's after eleven" Mariah stated.

"Yeah, that's fine" Camille threw over her shoulder as she pushed her way through the crowd. She was surprised there wasn't a long queue for the toilets, and that there were only three single cubed toilets for such a big pub. She waited in line feeling proud of how she had dealt with Billy, judging by the look he flashed her she had won whatever stupid game he decided to play.

"Bet your pretty proud of yourself" Billy gritted in her ear.

Camille turned her head to see him

standing with a passive look on his face, his arms folded as he waited in line behind her.

"What are you even doing here?" She asked him.

Billy shrugged, a passive look on his face. But she could tell by how dark his eyes had gotten that he was annoyed. "Told you, wanted to treat my date" he replied.

Camille scoffed. "Yeah right, the guy who never leaves California wanted to come all the way out here" she stated rolling her eyes before turning around. She gasped slightly when she felt him tug on her arm bringing her round to face him.

"What are you insinuating?" He asked, his deep blues boring into hers.

Camille shrugged his arm off. "Did you come here to ruin my fun? Did I piss you off that much?" She accused.

Billy narrowed his eyes. "The fuck would I I that for? You really think so much of yourself don't you princess" he sneered.

A door unlocking had her wrenching her arm out of his grip. "This conversation is over" she stated pointedly before going to enter the cubicle.

"Like hell it is" Billy muttered before entering behind her, shutting the door and locking it for good measure.

"What the hell are you doing? I need to pee" Camille stated furiously as she glared at Billy.

Billy stood by the door. "I ain't finished plus it's not like I haven't seen your pussy before" he stated crudely.

Camille scrunched her nose up. "You're being gross!" She accused.

Billy let out a deep chuckle, slinking off the door and walking towards her. His hand brushing her hip as he cornered her against the wall. "Wasn't so disgusting when I buried my cock inside of you" he whispered hotly his other hand landing on tje wall beside her head, blocking a form of exit.

Camille felt ashamed at the wetness that pooled in her knickers, she hated the effect his filthy words had on her. "Yeah it wasn't, until you acted like a Jackass the next day"

she spat at him.

Billy flashed her a dangerous smirk, his eyes roaming her chest which was heaving up and down. Her breasts moving in sync giving him a view of her cleavage. "Yeah, and you couldn't wait to get out like a bat outta hell" he stated his voice taking on a low timbre, which made Camille clench her legs.

"Thought you would be used to that by now" she threw back.

Billy shook his head. "Yeah well, maybe I got sick of repeating old patterns" he stated. "Or maybe I wanted another round before tossing you out" he added with a nasty smirk.

Camille pushed at his chest. "You're

fucking impossible" she swore.

Billy gave her a devilish grin. "Well it ain't impossible to make you come undone" he stated trailing her exposed collarbone making her flush.

"I'm sure Tammy wonders where you are" Camille replied weakly, her head spinning at this confusing interaction.

Billy scoffed. "What she don't know won't hurt her" he replied.

Camille glowered. "I'm sure you say that about all the girls" she spat at him pushing at his chest. "But I'm not one of them, so if you could leave so I could pee in peace" she stated.

Billy smirked, his hand coming to cup her

jaw. "Or I could fuck you right here, show ya how much I've missed ya" he stated lowly his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"You're such a misogynist" Camille spat at him as she gripped onto his jacker, her legs feeling weak at the dirty thoughts that fluttered through her head. "There's a line so please just go" she begged weakly.

Billy shrugged. "Guess we'll have to make it quick" he muttered before flitting his hands to her hips, pulling her against him and crashing their lips together.

Camille let out a moan as she fell into the kiss, her hands threading through his curls as he picked her up and placed her on the sink. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they lost themselves in a heated kiss of

tongues meshing together.

Billy pulled his lips away, sucking on her bottom lip before moving to her exposed neck peppering kisses along her jawline. "Missed these damn lips" he muttered into her neck as Camille groaned her head flitting back against the mirror. "Missed you so fucking much" he stated sucking on the exposed skin.

"Billy" Camille moaned, her eyes opening as she came to her senses. "Billy" she called pushing at his chest.

He reluctantly moved his lips away. "What baby?" He panted his lips red and swollen.

"Tammy! What about Tammy?" She asked.

Billy flashed her a grin. "I'll let you in on a

little secret" he stated cupping her jaw. "She asked to come with me to make her ex jealous, wants us to take a picture so she can show him" he stated.

"OH, and you agreed?" Camille panted.

Billy nodded. "In a way, just wanted to come here because life got boring without your fiesty ass" he stated giving her a grin.

Camille felt her heart flutter, opening her mouth to agree, she had missed their back and forth arguing and the sex. A bang on the door interrupted the pair, her words dying on her tongue.

"I better go, you gotta use the loo anyways" Billy stated reaching down to land a quick kiss on her neck. "I'll see you later" he crooned sending her a quick wink before exiting the cubicle, the protests of other people dying off in the background when he shut the door. Fuck, things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

…………………………………………………….. Camille adjusted herself before finishing up and exiting the cubicle, she gave the annoyed patrons an apologetic look before pushing passed them and back towards her table.

"Finally, you need to down this and then we have to go it's 11.30" Mariah cried shoving a shot into her hands.

Camille gripped it clumsily almost dropping it, before downing the shot her eyes flitting towards Billy who flashed her a flirty grin.

"So, we all heading back to yours?" Billy

asked looking over at Camille.

Camille nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, we can split a taxi" she suggested.

Mariah flashed her a knowing look. "Billy, will you help me with him?" She asked nodding towards Danny who was laying on jer shoulder.

Billy chuckled. "I got him" he stated grunting as he lifted Danny up, slinging his arm over his shoulder.

Mariah looker over at Camille. "What happened?" She asked.

Camille groaned. "I'll tell you later" she whispered nodding over to Tammy who was following behind Billy.

Mariah nodded. "You naughty girl" she winked as they made their way outside into the cool New York Air.

Flagging down a taxi proved to be a challenge. Eventually Billy managed to flag one down, the driver taking one look at Danny and shaking his head.

"I ain't taking him" he replied gruffly. "Only got room for two anyways" he stated nodding to the two vacant seats in the back.

"You two go, I'll find another taxi" Billy suggested nodding at the yellow cab.

"Are you sure? What about Tammy?" Camille added nodding towards the young girl who was hiding shyly behind Billy.

Billy sighed. "We'll find another taxi, you two just get home" he urged.

Camille nodded reeling off her address to Billy, before entering the cab the other seat occupied by another couple who spoke to them throughout the taxi ride. Camille hoped they would all get back safely to her apartment, her mind worrying over the possibility of things going wrong.

They bid a happy new year to the couple as the taxi pulled up to her apartment, it was 11.45 Camille noted as they exited the cab and into the building thankful they only had to go up one floor as they bundled into the lift.

"God, they better make it" Mariah muttered.

"I hope so too" Camille replied as they got

out of the lift, walking towards her apartment door.

"So, what happened?" She asked.

Camille sighed. "I need a drink" she stated opening her apartment door and going straight for the bottle of wine on the counter.

Mariah shut the door behind her. "Tell me I'm literally dying" she begged dramatic as ever.

"We kissed in the bathroom" Camille confessed.

"OH MY GOD" Mariah squealed. "I told you he had come to see you!" Mariah clapped in delight then paused. "What about Tammy?" She asked.

"That'd what I said!" Camille stated. "He said apparently Tammy wants to get back at her ex, the plan is to take a picture so he sees" Camille explained taking a gulp of jer wine.

"And Billy went along with it?" Mariah asked.

Camille nodded. "He said life got boring without my feistiness" she stated.

Mariah squealed. "He has it so bad!!!" She exclaimed pouring herself a glass of wine.

Camille rolled her eyes, though she could feel the butterflies swarming in her stomach at the repeat of his confession. The buzzer went off signaling someone was trying to get in, she shared a look with Mariah before answering the call.

"Hello" she slurred slightly.

"Its me" Billy grunted on the other end. "Mind opening up before I drop this dickwad on his head" he grunted.

Camille chuckled before buzzing them up. "Think Danny is in trouble" she grinned at Mariah who rolled her eyes.

"Yeah he will be when I stick my foot up his ass" she grumbled.

Camille giggled before a knock sounded on her door. She walked over to open it, holding back a giggle at the sight of Danny slumped over Billy's shoulders an annoyed look on the blondes face as he entered the apartment. She furrowed her brows in

confusion when Tammy didn't appear.

Billy sighed putting Danny on the couch. "You got any glasses?" He asked Camille.

"Top cupboard" she replied shutting the door.

Billy went over to get a glass, his shirt riding up slightly exposing a slither of tanned skin. Camille tried to hide the blush that crept onto her face, or the way his muscular hand gripped the glass as he filled it with water.

"Where's Tammy?" Mariah blurted as he turned the tap off.

Billy turned to the pair giving them a lazy shrug. "Funny enough, she bumped into her ex who got her tickets for the ball drop

so we mutually decided to part ways" he replied sending Camille a slight grin which Mariah clocked.

Billy moved from the sink and walked towards Danny holding a glass out for him. "Drink this" he commanded.

"I love you dude" Danny slurred taking the glass and downing the water.

"Yeah yeah" Billy dismissed before going back to fill it up. "Drink more" he commanded before looking over at the girls. "What time is it?" He asked.

Mariah looked at her watch. "11.55" she stated. "Oh my god position's!" She squeaked moving away from the counter top.

"Well see better in my room" Camille suggested.

Billy smirked at that. "Lead the way" he stated. "Come on dickhead" he stated to Danny who was a bit more sober, standing up on wobbly feet as Mariah linked arms with him and chastising him.

The foursome stood by the apartment window. Mariah holding on to Danny and marveling at how much of times square could be seen from her huge window.

"You got a nice view from here" Billy stated lowly as the clock flashed counting down till midnight. 4 minutes to go.

"Yeah, it's not bad for what I could afford" she agreed flashing him a smile. 3 minutes to go.

Billy nodded his hand brushing hers slightly, fingers reaching out to lightly graze hers. Camille shivered at the slight contact.

"OH MY GOD! 2 minutes to go" Mariah squealed as Danny flashed her a lazy smile.

"I love you baby" Danny stated gleefully.

"I love you too but y9u better be sober enough yo kiss me at midnight" she warned.

Camille blanched slightly at that remark, wishing she could have someone to kiss her mind reeling back yo earlier on.

"One more minute!" Mariah cried out.

Camille took another gulp of her wine, willing away her thoughts as Billy grazed her finger tips once more sensing electric bolts through her.

"You okay?" He whispered lowly.

Camille nodded. "Yeah, you?" She asked.

"Always, but even more now" he replied as the countdown to midnight began. Mariah and Camille chanted along with the crowd.

"Five" Camille counted gasping slightly when when felt a pair or fingers thread through her hand. She looked down noting the tanned fingers sitting nicely between hers a ring shining in the moonlight. She looked up to see Billy looking out the window with a slight smirk on his face.

"Four…three..two" the crowd chanted outside as the roars started to get louder.

"ONE" Mariah practically screamed grabbing Danny's face and giving him a kiss.

Camille stood awkwardly clutching the remnants of her wine in her hand, anticipation bubbling in her veins if she should make the first move. She risked a glance at Billy who was still looking out the window, Mariah had settled on dauntless shoulder watching the crowd go wild.

"Happy New year" she stated with a small smile.

Billy turned to her, giving her hand a squeeze. "You too" he replied.

Camille held her glass up lamely. "I'm gonna refill" she stated reluctantly loosing her hand from his warm calloused one, turning on her heel and walking back into the kitchen. A sigh leaving her lips as she filled her glass back up and took another gulp. Why the hell didn't she just kiss him she thought.

"You okay?" She heard Billy ask from behind her.

She turned around seeing him leaning against the counter opposite her, brows furrowed a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, just feel overwhelmed not how I thought I'd end my year" she stated.

"How'd you mean?" He enquired

straightening up.

Camille sighed taking another gulp. "Well, I started the year kissing my boyfriend of three years not knowing he was cheating on me the whole time". she confessed feeling slightly stupid as she wiped a tear away.

She heard Billy shift on his feet, his boots stopping infront of her heels his hand reaching up to brush the aide of her jaw. His blue eyes stared into hers. "His loss is another man's gain" he stated shifting closer, so his breath cascaded along her face. "Now you get to end it kissing a different guy instead" he muttered his eyes flickered down to her lips, his head shifting closer as their lips connected softly.

The kiss quickly turned heated, Camille threading her fingers through Billy's locks. Tongues meshing against one another, a moan slipping past her lips as his hands landed on her waist, squeezing and palming her ass.

Footsteps shuffling into the room interrupted the pair, as they broke away with Billy coming to stand beside her.

Mariah's head popped around the corner. "Wow, that atmosphere is insane" she gushed.

Camille smiled. "You got your kiss then?" She enquired.

Mariah nodded. "Yep, and looks like someone else did too" she smirked.

"Mariah" Camille warned, her cheeks reddening as Billy let out a laugh.

Mariah smiled. "I'm going to go now anyways, need to get this idiot home" she stated nodding towards Danny who was splayed against the window. "Mind helping me?" She asked Billy.

Billy nodded. "Sure" he replied.

"Don't you need to call a taxi? You can wait up here" Camille suggested.

"I already called one whilst you were in here" she smirked. "But I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast" she stated.

Camille smiled. "See you then" she replied reaching out to give her a hug which Mariah returned. The sound of her apartment buzzer interrupted them as Camille went to answer it. "Taxi is here" she called over her shoulder.

"Come on dickhead" Billy stated draping Danny across his shoulder.

"Where are you staying? Wanna share a cab?" Mariah offered.

"Well, I had a hotel room got a last minute deal with Tammy for two single beds but she's probably off with her guy" he stated.

"You can stay here" Camille offered. She figured she owed him for helping her out. "I can have the couch" she offered.

"If you're sure" Billy replied. "I mean you ain't have the couch" he stated.

"We can sort it out" Camille shrugged.

"I'll see you in a bit" Billy winked moving towards her door, Mariah just in front of him as they exited.

Camille busied herself with getting pillows and blankets out of the linen closet. Chugging the last of her wine as the door opened. Billy entered the apartment, letting out a groan that had wetness pooling in her knickers.

"Danny is fucking heavy" he swore stretching his arms above his head, his limbs popping a slither of skin exposing itself .Camille looked away, cheeks reddened.

Camille flittered her eyes away from the exposed slither of skin. ‘’Do you want to stay? No pressure’’ she added.

Billy smiled. ‘’Sure, if you don’t mind’’ he stated.

‘’Course not’’ Camille added.

‘’You going to bed?’’ Billy asked nodding toward the blankets.

‘’I’m actually not tired’’ she replied. ‘’I was going to have another drink and people watch’’ she replied feeling slightly lame.

‘’Sound good’’ Billy agreed.

‘’There is beer in the fridge if you don’t want wine’’ she offered.

‘’Thanks’’ Billy stated walking over to the fridge.

Camille set her blanket on the rug in the view of Times Square, watching the copious amounts of people still celebrating the New Year.

‘’I reckon that chick wants to be more than friends’’ Billy stated plopping himself down beside her, taking a gulp of his beer.

Camille furrowed her brows in concentration, looking down at the younger girl who was hanging off every word the male in front of her was saying with an animated smile on her face. ‘’That woman seems to be getting broken up with’’ she pointed sadly to another lady, tears streaming down her face.

‘’Ouch’’ Billy stated noting the guy in front of her looked awkward.

‘’Gosh, that is horrid shall we invite her up here instead?’’ Camille asked solemnly.

Billy tusked. ‘’Why? So we can have a threesome?’’ he joked.

Camille scrunched her nose up. ‘’that’s a gross thought’’ she admitted.

Billy laughed. ‘’I don’t do things like that’’ he stated turning his head to her.

Camille met his stare. ‘’Do what?’’ she asked.

‘’Threesomes’’ he answered. ‘’I take care of my girl, don’t like to share her’’ he added pointedly staring her down.

Camille felt the butterflies sore in her stomach. ‘’I don’t do them either’’ she replied dumbly.

Billy grinned. ‘’Good girl’’ he praised.

Camille bit her lip, his praise having an effect on her before reaching up to toy with the necklace splayed against his chest. ‘’I can be a bad girl too’’ she whispered moving closer to him.

‘’Really?’’ Billy smirked his eyes roaming her body.

Camille nodded, reaching out to touch his shoulder whilst swinging her leg over his effectively straddling him. ‘’Want me to show you?’’ she asked sultry.

‘’Fuck, baby’’ Billy swore lowly his hands reaching to grip her hips.

Camille felt the wetness pool in her lacy underwear, reaching out to slowly unbutton Billy’s blue shirt leaving a trail of kisses on his exposed chest as he shrugged it off his shoulders. She bit her lip at the golden abs on display for her viewing pleasure only.

Billy reached forward sucking on the exposed column on her neck, drawing out a long moan from Camille as he fiddled with the zip on the her lacy top, flinging the garment off her.

Billy reached out taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud sending electric bolts through her body.

‘’Fuck’’ Camille moaned gripping his hair, her head lolling back. ‘’Wait’’ she called tapping on his shoulder.

Billy looked up, her nipple falling out of from between his plump lips. ‘’What?’’ he asked.

‘’Lay down’’ Camille ordered pushing at his shoulders.

‘’Really?’’ Billy grinned.

‘’Really’ she confirmed watching as he lay back.

Camille fiddled with his belt, unzipping his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers. Her mouth watered as his thick cock slapped against his exposed abdomen, her hands gripping the base as she licked a fat stripe down his shaft.

‘’Fuck’’ Billy grunted.

Camille took his entire length in her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down his length.

‘’Oh, fuck baby’’ Billy groaned reaching out to thread his hand in her hair. ‘’Take me so well’’ he grunted bucking his hips.

Camille fluttered her eyelashes at him, pausing to suck on the tip whilst pre cum coated her tongue. Billy bucked his hips again as she sucked on his balls, before wrapping her lips around him. One of her hands reached down to push her knickers to the side, moaning as she plunged her fingers inside herself.

‘’Oh baby, that’s fucking hot you playing with yourself whilst sucking me off’’ Billy praised breathless. ‘’I’m gonna cum soon’’ he grunted bucking hips once more.

Camille moaned as he thrusted into her, spurting out hot thick cum into her mouth as she came on her fingers. His dick popped out of her mouth, as she stood up and shut the curtains whilst removing her skirt and knickers leaving her totally exposed.

‘’Get the fuck over here’’ Billy commanded his eyes roaming her naked body as he shrugged off his jeans and boxers.

Camille straddled him, the tip of his cock laying against her ass as he pulled her into a feverish kiss. She pulled away lining him up with her entrance, groaning when she sank onto him and he bottomed out.

‘’You going to take this cock?’’ Billy asked.

‘’Y-yes’’ Camille stuttered as she began a slow pace, groaning as she rocked against him. He felt so deep, like he was inside her stomach.

Billy landed a slap on her ass. ‘’Gonna ride me baby?’’ he asked bucking his hips up.

‘’Fucking yes!’’ Camille squealed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked herself on his cock at a fast pace.

‘’Leave those marks baby’’ Billy grunted, his balls slapping against her bare ass as he gripped her hips. ‘’Missed these fucking pussy and those damn lips’’ he praised.

Camille groaned. ‘’S-so good’’ she babbled.

‘’No other man can fuck you like me’’ Billy bragged. ‘’Can he?’’ he asked fucking into her at a relentless pace. Camille responded with a moan. ‘’Use your words’’ he commanded giving her a sharp slap on her ass that had her clenching around him.

‘’N-no man can f-fuck me like t-this’’ she babbled feeling the coil in her abdomen snapping.

‘’You gonna cum?’’ Billy asked, sitting up so he was deeper inside. His pants becoming heavy, his chest coated in sweat.

‘’Yes, fucking yes’’ Camille screamed as her orgasm rippled through her.

Billy moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he rutted his hips into her. ‘’Shit, I’m gonna blow’’ he warned as he let out a groan before shooting cum inside of her.

Camille panted, her legs cramping up slightly as she collapsed against him. ‘’I need to get off’’ she panted.

Billy let go of her hips, letting her roll off him and onto the soft blanket. ‘’Wow’’ she panted.

Billy collapsed beside her. ‘’Yeah, wow’’ he panted. ‘C’mere’’ he gestured patting his bare chest. Camille obliged, not wanting to mess up like last time before scooting over to him, laying her head against his bare chest. She could hear his heart beating steadily.

‘’You know when I said I was scared of clowns?’’ Billy blurted, his arm coming to rest over her waist.

‘’Yeah’’ Camille answered slightly confused.

‘’I was also scared of my old man’’ Billy confessed quietly, that she almost didn’t hear him. ‘’Fucker used to beat me senseless, thought it taught me respect and responsibility’’ he scoffed.

Camille swallowed. "I'm sorry, he was wrong to do that" she stated feeling her eyes pricking, the memories of her own turbulent childhood coming back.

Billy nodded. "Was always told I was a pussy because I didn't fight back, I could have taken him down" he sighed. "But I could never bring myself too, he was my Dad even if he was an asshole" he finished. ‘’Ain’t spoke to the fucker in five years’’ he added.

Camille sighed, her fingers striking against his cheek. "My mom used to take me to festivals, get high and leave me with strange men" she confessed.

Billy grazed her jaw, tilting it so their eyes met. "You serious?" He asked.

"Yeah" Camille replied. "She also said I wasn't pretty, even tried to cut my hair off to make me look like a boy" she replied sadly tears pooling in her eyes.

"Hey" Billy stated wiping away a tear. "She was wrong, your god damn sexy even when you’re driving me insane" he replied.

The butterflies swirled again at the compliment; Not being used to receiving them from anyone in her life. "Thank you" she replied shyly before flashing him a smirk. "I'd compliment you but we know your ego doesn't need it" she winked.

Billy chuckled. "I know I'm good by the fact

I make you scream so loud" he fired back.

Camille burst into laughter. "Typical" she rolled her eyes breathing as their laughter died down.

"I didn't wash my sheets after that morning" Billy blurted. "For days after cos they smelt like you" he groaned.

Camille’s heart soared. "Really?" She asked.

"Yep" Billy replied with a sigh. "You got me all fucked up sweetheart" he confessed.

"Me too, I don't know what's happening to me" she replied her eyes slowly closing as he rubbed the soft spot behind her ear. She didn't hear his reply, slowly falling asleep with his confession on her mind.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update - 01/07/2024

Nerdie! Happy New Year! How was your first week of 2024?

….I could have used more sleep, but it wasn’t horrible. Just okay overall. There were a few high points. I'm getting organized in life and in fanfiction.

That's a good thing. You're taking your planning seriously? This is The Way. So what's on the way? *laughs at their poor joke*

Don't abuse The Way like that. It's to be respected! But that did earn a giggle. Anyway...

1. The New Year began with all the Pickled Peñas! The @pickled-pena challenge fics were posted on 01/01 but by using the tag: trickle pickle you can still write a Pickled Peña fic if you so choose until January 31st. All Pickle Peña fics are listed here.

2. I finished my Space smut with feelings series Sard’ika Sessions. 🥰 You never forget your first series. It’s quite special, I feel I represented Din well and bent The Creed but didn’t remove any helmets prematurely. I put in all the feelings I wanted (because smut can have feelings too!) And Din saying the things that I giggled and squealed as I wrote them. 😘 This is The Way. Din had his way, all the ways. 🥰

3. Working on WIPs via the WIP Tag/Ask game which @trulybetty got me into. I thank her for including me. I may need to work on some of those titles.

Pedro characters from the WIP list include:

Dave York (4 from the list - guess which ones)

Marcus Pike (has 2)

Dieter Bravo (has 3)

Frankie Morales (@i-own-loki he's not dying)

Joel Miller (Frankie and he are tied for one each)

Din Djarin (one as well)

New characters to my writing:

Benny Miller (one listed, 2-3 not listed)

Santiago Garcia (two listed)

When I turn my brain off after coming home. I note different ideas or vibes I had. Sometimes there's bullet points, sentences or just a few words and a description. @tinytinymenace also has this same issue.

Well, there are three people to thank for plunge into the York Pit. The first, is @goodwithcheese with her asks to be about Dave which lead me to write 3-4 paragraphs to each ask. Also her end of the year confessional. Which is hilarious because apparently the way I misspelled someone’s name (I won’t say who, I feel embarrassed about it still 😣) was specific to me. It should also be noted, that maybe one of the two people I’ll mention next reblogged it saying they may know who it is and to DM them. So subtle, and I laughed because my reaction was, “How did they know?!” 🤣 The person who pointed out the spelling error was @for-a-longlongtime who should be a PI 🕵️ and had encouraged me to start writing the Dave cat-mouse fic. As for the reblog, that was the sweet @legendary-pink-dot who I’m not sure if it was my spelling mistake or the way I write. Special mention goes to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for her recent Dave York fic Inamorata

So your friends seem extremely observant!

That they are! If you want to learn about physics, keeping track of where body parts are and tantalizing smut you read Adi’s Nothing that I Didn’t Know she’s going to have more and we’re going to need all the hydration. Dot ran the Catfish Pond PhD Degree program in 2023. She knows our dear Frankie “Catfish” Morales exceptionally well, every curl and freckle I’m pretty sure. Both very smart and eagle- eyed ladies. 👀

Sounds like we should check both of them out! They sound like a blast!

They both are! And so is Megan when she and @trulybetty when they aren’t trying to get us all under control and herd cats and organize things. 😅 Or maybe they are with threats usually, but nice ones. You gotta be there.

We don’t know what to make of that. We’re concerned but intrigued.

As am I most of the time. It’s a good place to be. 😎

Making her update long enough, Hornado hooligan departs!

Wait, what does that name mean?

Ask @mysterious-moonstruck-musings and @undercoverpena they know, they’re both menaces. ❤️❤️

Love Nerdie 💕

[t3kandson]

Fan Fiction I’m working on

* If you want to be Tagged in any or all of these let me know 💜*

As previously mentioned here, how i work at my fan-fictions have changed to my health as have been in and out of hospital a lot recently. Please check back here regularly as I won’t be posting monthly updates no more. Just editing this page as I go along.

I know some tags in my Masterlist aren't working I’ve written so many so it’s a big task sorting them out.

I know a lot of the links are broken please bear with me. All one shots (Though the Masterlink tag links I don't think are) are updated and I'm working on a lot of the series link updates.

Update; My tumblr not letting me link ANYTHING

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Recently published

Jealousy's Fair Game

Cix Kim Yonghee

Published 24th January

Broken Mama

A.C.E. Kim Byeongkwan & Kim Sehyoon’s part 2 , to Baby Mama

Published 15th May

Part Three Bittersweet Mama

Published 23rd May

Part Four Of Baby Mama, 2 + 2.

Published 31st May

Make Me Your Bias

Ateez Jung Wooyoung

Published on 31st May

Blackpink Park Roseanna

Personal masseuse

Published 30th June

Next two Chapter of The Boyz Lee Juyeon, Stray kids Seo Changbin & Bang Chan Player

Player and the three dads

Published 19th July

Player in Denial

Published 11th August

Player in Danger

Published 15th September

Player No More

Published 28th October

Kard BM

You Don't love me no more

Published 13th August

A.C.E. Lee Donghun x The Boyz Eric Sohn

Deathly Powers.

Published 11th September

Power Starved

Published 31/10

Reunited in death

Published 20/11

A.C.E. Kim Sehyoon & The Boyz Son Youngjae aka Eric Kawi Bawi Bo. Published 2nd December

The boyz Eric Sohn

Tamed Fuck boy

Published 22nd December

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Written & Ready to Publish

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Written but not yet edited

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ff I’m Working on

Third, Fourth & Fifth Part of The Boyz Choi Chanhee, Bae Jacob and Son Youngjae, Friends in Despair & Friends thrown in love. (13.7 between 3 parts)

BTOB Lee Minhyuk (7.1k words)

Hidden Boss

The Boyz Lee Hyunjae (1.9k words)

Third Part of NCT DREAM Lee Jeno & Lee Donghyuk Stranger & Saviour.

(700 words)

Sequel to Monsta X 06 Lush (700 words)

Oneus Kim Youngjo (O5 🤫🙄) (600 words)

The Boyz Son Youngjae, DKB Yang Heechan & A.C.E. Kim Sehyoon. (600 words)

Part Two of Monsta X Yoo Kihyun & Lee Hoseok, Youth of No Regret

BTS Kim Taehyung & Park Jimin, Monsta X Im Changkyun & Ze;a Park Hyungsik.

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Continued from previous oneshots/Series to be written

Sequel to The Boyz Kim Younghoon

Family Friction

Sequel to The Boyz Kim Sunwoo’s Blossoms in Jeju.

Sequel to Monsta X Son Hyunwoo & Lee Minhyuk’s Forgetful Memories.

Sequel to A.C.E. Kang Yuchan Age is Just a Number.

Sequel to Ateez Guessing Game.

Sequel to 011 The Boyz Beware.

Another Chapter of Oneus Kim Youngjo & A.C.E. Kim Sehyoon’s Conflicted Love. (Including plans for a Spin off for Youngjo)

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One shots for

The Boyz

Lee Sangyeon

Ji Changmin

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[shwarmii]

hi, i'm @/shwarmi, and tumblr tERMINATED MY BLOG (AND ALL MY SIDE-BLOGS WITHOUT WARNING ME) and i messaged them to get it back but idk when theyll get back to me, so here i am in the meantime, hello, i guess this is my back-up account now, yes, my url is a pun on Roman numerals, anyway, sure do fucking hope i gET MY BLOG BACK JFC

edit: i've been filling out a ticket form about Account Termination once a day (here's the link to it if you ever need help finding it for yourself in the future; please don't try to help me via spamming the ticket form or anything, they explicitly ask to not involve other people uninvolved in your account AND i feel bad enough doing spam once a day already; but, anyway, yes, i recommend doing what i did and having bookmarked the aforementioned link and just copy&paste my form answers into the ticket from a seperate document, like from Google Drive or something, so you don't have to retype it everytime), and i have recieved no reply nor even a confirmation e-mail. hence the lack of updates on how my account is doing. there's no other way to contact staff, except maybe via Twitter, as their support e-mail is no longer accepting messages (hopefully bc of the following they will be in contact with you sooner than they have been with me, bc i didnt know this following tip this past week i've been filling out that ticket and noW YOU DO, you lucky bastard. do what i did with a seperate document to prep in case this is a multi-day process, but hopefully you'll get farther in less time than i have bc jfc i wasn't even getting a confirmation e-mail beforehand big McYikes)

BUT!!1! a friend of mine who was terminated last year said to attach my un-terminated e-mail's account (aka the e-mail i am using right here for @/shwarmii, and not for the terminated @/shwarmi like i had been doing liKE A DUMMY APPARENTLY) to the ticket's general "Put your e-mail here" slot and to explain within "The more details, the better" part your original e-mail attached to the terminated account in addition to the rest of your explanation. and i finally got a confirmation e-mail that my ticket has been recieved! yes, it was just an automated response but yay! finally!! progress!!1! i at least got a fUCKING CONFIRMATION E-MAIL, HAHA, VICTORY!

god i fucking wish i knew about the "just dont use your e-mail linked to your terminated account" tip a week ago jfc on a hot dog stick, my guys, finally, a confirmation e-mail, gahhh

since i now have a confirmation e-mail, i will wait five buisness days (so today is the 8th and a Monday, therefore, i'll wait until Saturday which is the 12th except i said "business days" ergoooo Monday the 14th) to e-mail them again. i hate waiting tho ughhh like, fine, i'll do what i gotta do but also ugghhhhh

↳ additional note: this update/edit was made on 8 August 2023. @/shwarmi has been terminated since 31 July 2023 (or 30 July 2023, and i just was too exhausted to make the account/post until the 31st. i forget. i was in the middle of moving and im disabled, so i was over-exerting myself big-time. i had processed that my account had been terminated at the time and just responded by taking a nap lmao rip but yeah, therefore, it's all been a blur)

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. COOL. (Narrator: It was not, in fact, "cool".) I WAITED AS PLANNED (this update is being written on 14 August 2023) AND STILL NO FOLLOW-UP TO MY CONFIRMATION TICKET. HATE THAT FOR ME.

instead of sending in a new ticket as i originally planned, i replied to their confirmation email since it said i could do that (for permalinks or whatever) so that they will HOPEFULLY get back to me without me having to be a pest about their automated systems, ugh.. (i have cropped out my email and the Ticket Number(? i assume that's what that string if letters and numbers are anyway) for privacy reasons, but here is what the confirmation e-mail looks like and how i replied. i am including this mostly to help out anyone who may be terminated in the future have an idea of what to expect and an expectation of "OH, okay, so i can reply to THIS email-address, got it" kind of nonsense or whatever. why not lmao)

i will wait another five buisness days, so that'll be on the 21st of August 2023. hopefully, i will update with good news before then (aka: they'll haVE REPLIED MAYBE PLS PLS PLS) but i guess i will have to be annoying if not

it is the 20th (so they have one more day before i have to be annoying anD I DONT WANNA BE.. pls send me ideas of how to be annoying that doesnt include the Hateful Xitter pls, my only idea is to DM them there and i dON'T WANNA) and even my gmail thinks the lack of response is fucked up lmao rip

having a Bad Brain Day streak rn due to my (abusive) dad's failing health and unpacking and all this other shit i have to do post-moving like switching my insurance and renewing my liscence and fuck all, so bothering tumblr about not replying to me is gonna take a bit more of a backseat for a minute, hold on

it.. is now August 30. brain still in gutter, but i forced myself to make a xitter/twitter (don't follow, ill delete the account after they help me or not). and it wouldnt let me dm, so i had to just @ them and post. brain so sad that i cannot even be amused rn that @/shwarmi on there was taken by a shwarma restaurant. @/tumblrsupport's Replies tab shows signs of helping people as recently as 2 hrs ago, but idk if there's another queue here. i guess we'll find out?? i just want my accounts with all their posts and shit back pls, this has taken so long to try to do 💔

edit: if you're curious, it is 3 Sept 2023 and i am still waiting (it looks like they are looking at people who @'ed them on Sept 1 rn and iM LIKE "PLSSSS, I @'ED YOU ON THE 30TH OF AUGUST PLSSSSSSS", gonna give them until the 5th before i tweet again i guess 🥺)

i am not god's strongest soldier. i continue to cry out for help, alas, i have yet to receive an answer

it does not help that the twitter account sometimes says to people: "What is your Tumblr URL? We can check and see if there was a glitch of some sort. But be advised that if it is a TOS violation situation or a bigger tech issue, we cannot assist/reply on Twitter" so that doesnt make me panic aT ALL that maybe i broke TOS without any form of a warning or knowledge that i wasnt following tumblr's terms of services regarding things like nsfw and whatnot (narrator: they were panicking)

i hate it here. staff should at least be able to tell me (via email, if not twitter) that i wont be getting my account back or whatever else instead of just saying NOTHING??????

going to do all this again (tweet support, make a whole new ticket (i still have the info saved thankfully), reply to my old email confirmation) on September 27th (an arbitrary date based on I Have A Lot Going On Rn) if they continue to not reply. if i hit the 30 images limit, guess ill be reblogging and adding even MORE to this thread jfc juST TALK TO MEE!!!1!

[bekkathyst]

Munich Gem Show Finds Sale + Procedure October 28th 2023

Hello friends! Everyone planning to participate in the sale today, please read! This is how everything will work. Tonight all new items will be listed.

I will start posting items for sale directly here on Tumblr. To claim an item and place your order, do the following:

Reply to the post (those who are unable to reply for whatever reason can reblog) saying “sold” or “mine". It’s important you do this so we can see who claimed something first.

Keep a list of everything you claim (with the item number for each item). Once I’m done posting, please send me a message on the instant messenger.

Include the following information in your message:

Your email address for the invoice, the country you live in (for shipping purposes - we are shipping from Austria), and the list of what you claimed (with the item numbers). Also please let me know if you want your order to be *open box* or *ready to ship*. “Open box” simply means you want us to hang onto your items after you pay so that you can continue to add things from future sales to either meet the free shipping minimum or just so everything can be shipped together for convenience 😊

Be sure to send your info at the end of the sale or whenever you’re sure you’re done claiming.

Invoices will be sent tomorrow (Sunday) and possibly take until the day after as well. Invoicing will be done through my online shop “Bekkathyst” - the invoice gets sent to your email and you get the option to pay with a PayPal account or with a credit or debit card. You don’t need to have a PayPal account to pay.

Payment is due by the end of Tuesday (October 31st). Please pay as soon as possible.

Unfortunately due to problems we have encountered before - if you claim items and then at the end of the sale don’t respond to your invoice or ask to cancel your entire order, you will be blocked.

If you decide you’re backing out of a claim before the sale is over, message me so that I can delete your comment. Please try to avoid doing this. Thank you!

All orders of $60 or more will ship for free!

We will now offer an “open box” option in which you can continue to keep your order open (aka have us not ship it yet) for future sales so everything can be shipped together once you’re ready. When you send your info please don’t forget to let me know if you’d like your order to be *open box* or *ready to ship*. Thank you!! 🙏

We are able to offer everything today at lower prices because doing a sale like this saves us tons of time compared to nicely photographing everything and listing it on our website. For this reason please note that items are selected randomly from the listings and it isn’t possible for us to take special requests unless stated in the listing. That being said, please be courteous and respectful, as this will likely get stressful!

Any questions? Feel free to ask! I hope you’ll join us and have lots of fun! <3