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14+16: A Quick Visit

16 stepped out of her TARDIS, twirling her new sonic screwdriver between her fingers. She had parked a block away from an old friend's house.

She had considered landing in the backyard but figured the friend wouldn't like it all that much. According to Mel, the friend was rather fond of their garden.

As she walked she kept giggling to herself about how surprised the friend was going to be. Oh yes, this was going to be fantastic fun.

She walked up the pathway toward the blue door, barely able to contain her excitement. She peered inside the window for a brief and saw that their friend was home. Stifling her boutique of giggles she knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," a voice called from inside.

*Perfect, he's the one answering,* she thought, listening to his footstep as she neared the door.

She quickly pocketed her sonic and stood there as casually as she could manage. The door swung open and there her friend stood, mouth agape.

"Rose?" The friend asked, trying to remember how to move his mouth.

"Hello Doctor," the new Doctor greeted. "May I come in?"

"S-sure," the younger Doctor replied moving out of the way for her to enter. As she stepped in, he studied her, running all the variables through his mind. "How are you here? Are the portals open again?"

She shook her head. "No. No portals. I was just in the TARDIS a few moments ago. Now I'm here.

He gave her a skeptical look. "Did the other Doctor have something to do with this? Because if so, something must be happening and he might need help."

She tilted her head from side to side. "He did have something to do with me being here, but I wouldn't worry. Everything is fine now, except," she looked down at her fingers. "I don't quite like the hands. The hands are very different." She looked back up at the younger Doctor, giving him a knowing smile.

It took a few seconds, but as realization hit and his mouth fell open again. "Oh. OH. OOOHHH. You're--" he pointed to himself then back at her.

She laughed and pulled out her sonic screwdriver. "Yeah."

The 14th iteration of the Doctor started pacing and fidgeting. "B-but how? What happened? You.. we... you look like Rose Tyler? What does this mean? Why?"

She put the screwdriver away and shrugged. "I don't know. I mean I know why I regenerated, Time Vortex and all that. One minute I was a beautiful black man, the next I had this face. A face from the past. This keeps happening. First with our 12th iteration, then again with you and now me. The universe is telling us something. And I need to figure it out before we look like the Master."

He stopped pacing. "What can I do? I can hop in my TARDIS, and we could--"

"No," she cut him off. "Your life is here. You've earned this, so relax. I will figure this out. If I do need you, I know where to find you. So stay put for now and enjoy civilian life."

The younger Doctor started fidgeting again. He really wanted to help, but knew she was right. He also knew that Donna would give him an earful if went off galavanting with the new Doctor to solve what was probably their biggest mystery yet.

"You're right," He seceded. "If you get stuck or anything, let me know, okay? I'm a phone call away."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Atem/Mutou Yuugi Characters: Yami Yuugi | Atem, Mutou Yuugi Additional Tags: I saw a reel and was inspired, Nothing to do with my ongoing fic, Atem and Yuugi adopt a daughter, And this is one of their many shenanigans as a family, Slight Dom Yuugi, It makes a tiny appearance, omoyami I guess?, but it's fine, the fandom needs more dom yuugi anyways, I did this in an hour so don't expect much, just enjoy the vibes Summary:

When Atem and Yuugi get a phone call from their daughter's school about 'safeguarding issues', this is not what they had in mind.

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyoujurou

Mature

Also posted on Ao3

Warnings: Breeding kink, Demon Sex Pollen implied, Fingering, rather vanilla beyond that. Nondescript Reader. If I forget anything, please let me know. Kyoujurou doesn't finish I left that to the imagination. Cliffhanger, light smut. Squirting MDNI

Summery: After an encounter with a Demon involving Sex Pollen, Kyoujurou had only one urge to fulfill. Which has him rushing home, to his beautiful wife.

After years of dating and having busy schedules, sometimes it becomes difficult to spend time with your partner. Intimate moments are not that often and sometimes it feels the spark has faded.

Unfortunately, Mimi and Yamato who’ve never had a dull moment in their three-year relationship so far finally came to a point where she felt the spice was fading away. Reluctant to speak to Yamato about it, Mimi sighed and kept quiet about her concerns. Observant as ever, Yamato obviously noticed the change in Mimi’s mood but didn’t breach the subject either. Thinking she needed space, he kept his distance, further aggravating the brunette.

A few months of constant traveling for Yamato and Mimi’s business ventures further kept the two apart. On the given occasions when they found time, both were too eager for each other to take their time in exploring one another as they used to. Sensing something was off with his girlfriend, Yamato decided to do something about it.

Coming home Friday evening, ready to relax for the weekend, Mimi planned on grabbing a bottle of wine, snacks and cuddle the weekend away with her boyfriend binge-watching series. Surprised to find the house empty, she calls for Yamato only to be met with silence. Heading to the bedroom, she is surprised to find a neatly wrapped parcel with her name on it. Opening it, she finds a beautiful black dress and a pair of diamond earnings along with a note that asked her to be ready by 8.00 pm.

Smiling at the gesture, and seeing it was already 6.30, Mimi quickly heads for a shower to get ready for the evening. The dress fitted her perfectly, clinging to her curves just right with a plunging neckline. Answering the doorbell, Mimi was surprised to see a handsome blond pilot standing before her.

Knowing about her preferred men in uniform fantasy, Yamato hired a pilot’s uniform to give his girlfriend an evening of romance and spice she wouldn’t forget. Standing by the doorway Yamato was suited smartly in the uniform, along with the jacket, hat, and aviator glasses. Yamato smirked at the gorgeous but stunned girl who stood before him. Getting into character, he flirted and wooed her, before picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom to love her all night long.

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Fandom: IT Crowd 

Pairing: Maurice Moss/Roy Trenneman 

Summary: the boys have their first fight, and some insecurities get recognised 

Today’s prompt:  “I don’t want to screw this up.”

The first month was blissful, better than either of them could have ever imagined. It went by in a haze of work days, lunch dates and late-night kisses. They were just so in love that nothing else seemed to be able to get to them, no matter what. 

Well, even Paradise has to end someday. 

Work that day had been difficult. Apparently the entire workforce of Reynholm Industries had decided that today was the day for all of their computers to somehow malfunction. The boys had been rushed off their feet going up and down the stairs--the elevator, surprise surprise, was broken again--all day. Not only that, but the phones had been so busy that even Jen had had to help out answering all the calls. The clientele had been rude and entirely unthankful towards them. Moss had had to visit the dreaded Floor Seven by himself, and had come back downstairs looking as if he was about to cry. When the other two had tried to ask him what was wrong, he had shook his head and refused to say anything. So, when they finally got home, it was always on the cards that something was going to blow up. 

“What do you want for dinner?” Roy asked. He was standing in the kitchen in front of his open fridge, staring into it with a worried expression on his face. The only food he had was some wilted-looking salad, a pot of cream cheese and half a tin of beans. Unusually, Moss didn’t shout back, or even indicate that he’d heard what Roy had said. “Moss?” 

“I don’t care!” was the angry-sounding reply. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Roy said, going into the living room as he suddenly began to feel rather piqued. Moss looked up from his phone, which he’d been messing around on, and fixed Roy with an annoyed look. 

“Nothing,” he shot back. 

“Well there obviously is,” Roy replied. 

“Just get off my back already!” Moss snapped. “I told you nothing was wrong, so there’s nothing wrong, okay!?” 

Roy took a step backwards, staring at his boyfriend in shock. Never before had Moss really talked to him like that.

“Well, sorry for taking an interest!” he heard himself retorting. Internally he winced. He sounded far too angry, much more than he actually was. “I won’t bother next time then!” 

“Don’t!” Moss said. Before Roy could say anything, Moss was getting up from the sofa and grabbing his bag and his jacket, glaring at his boyfriend. “Don’t bother calling, I don’t want to talk to you.” 

“Moss!” Roy tried to call. He went to run after him, only to have his own front door slammed in his face. He went back to the kitchen and watched out the window as Moss stalked down the road, hailed a cab and quickly shot off down the road. 

Well, he made his thoughts brutally clear, he thought as he opened the fridge, grabbed a beer and resigned himself to a night of angry TV watching. 

The next morning 

“What the hell happened between you and Moss!?” Jen hissed at Roy as soon as he came into the office. He gave her a strange look. Jen glared at him, and steered him into her office before shutting the door and rounding on him. “He’s been moping all morning! I got drunk voicemails from him last night. Drunk. Voicemails!” 

She looked harrowed, so Roy decided not to ask what was on those voicemails. 

“I don’t know!” he said, answering honestly for once. “One minute we were fine, the next he’s yelling at me, telling me not to call and running out!” Jen made an annoyed noise, putting her head in her hands. “What?” 

“If someone tells you not to call when they’re in that sort of state, it means that you most definitely have to call them!” she said frustratedly. “For God’s sake, how many girlfriends have you had? It’s no different here!” 

“Well, he told me not to,” was all Roy could think to say. “I thought he wanted space, so I gave it to him.” 

“Just... talk to him, okay?” she said. Roy nodded, turning and leaving her office just as Moss walked in.

He looked a little hungover, but nothing major. When he saw Roy, he turned fully away from him, walking over to his desk and sitting down. Roy sighed, going over and rapping his knuckles gently against the desk to let Moss know he was there, even if the other didn’t look. 

“Moss, c’mon, we need to talk,” he said softly. 

“There’s nothing to talk to,” Moss replied, his voice oddly cold and impersonal. It didn’t sound right on Moss.

“Come on, love, I want to sort this out and put it behind us.” 

Moss looked up at him, a surly look on his face. 

“Fine,” he said. “Talk.” 

“All is asked you last night was what was wrong, and you flipped out on me,” Roy said as he hoisted himself up to sit on Moss’ desk. “Why?” 

Moss shrugged. 

“Don’t know,” he said quietly. “It just sort of... happened.” 

“I don’t want to screw this up,” Roy said. This was true. Roy knew firsthand what it was like to screw a relationship up, and that was the last thing he wanted for this one. Moss looked up at him, a deer-in-headlights expression on his face. 

“You won’t,” he said quickly. “You didn’t do anything, I promise. I just... it’s hard to explain.”

“Talk to me next time,” Roy replied, his voice soft. Moss nodded. All of the annoyance and anger seemed to have melted away from him now. “I love you, yeah? But we’ll never resolve anything if we don’t talk things out.” 

“Okay.” Moss nodded again. “Sorry, Roy.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about, baby,” Roy said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He smiled at him. “Shall we give dinner another go tonight.” 

Moss smiled at him. 

Fandom: IT Crowd 

Pairing: Maurice Moss/Roy Trenneman 

Summary: the boys finally talk about their relationship

Today’s prompt:  “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you!”

Roy looked up at the sound of Moss’ voice. He was even paler than normal, his eyes red-rimmed and his face haggard. He furrowed his brow. 

“What?” he said. His voice was gruff and low. It was sweet, like when he’d just woken up. Moss took a deep breath, coming forward and standing in front of Roy’s desk. He braced himself against it and nearly leant down to be at eye level with Roy, but thought better of it and took his hands off the desk. He put them in his pockets to stop himself from fidgeting with them. 

“We need to talk,” he repeated. 

“About what?” Roy asked. Moss shot him a glare, huffing a little. 

“Us, Roy.” 

“What is there to talk about?” the Irishman said. He got up from his desk, giving Moss a knowing look and going into the kitchenette. Frustrated, Moss followed him. He slammed the kitchenette door shut behind him, standing in front of it to act as a sort of human barricade. Roy looked up and rolled his eyes. “Moss, c’mon--” 

“What are we?” Moss interrupted, his voice low and fierce. 

“Work colleagues?” Roy said with a shrug. “Friends?” 

“You know we’re more than that,” Moss replied. Roy let out a chuckle. 

“In what way?” 

“Friends don’t keep kissing each other and be pretending to ignore it, for a start.” 

Roy fell silent at that. He looked guiltily to the floor, biting his lip. Moss took another deep breath as he reminded himself of all the good things that were going to come if he said this. “I like you, Roy. As... more than a friend. But if you don’t want a relationship, then that’s--” 

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you!”

Moss stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn’t been expecting Roy to say anything like that. He’d been expecting pitying laughter, or an angry rant declaring their friendship over. Part of him had been convinced that Jen was lying to him. And yet he’d just heard Roy say that, with his own two ears. He took a step forward, taking his hands out of his pockets. He was going to be gentle, tender, but as soon as he got close to Roy his logic disappeared and he reached forward, grabbing Roy’s shirt in his fist. He pulled him forward and kissed him before he could stop himself. 

Roy didn’t seem to mind. He pulled him close, putting one hand on the back of Moss’ head. They kissed and kissed and kissed, making up for lost time. Roy ended up pushed against the sink, Moss virtually half on top of him. After a few minutes, Roy broke away. They were both panting. 

“Do I have to keep pretending?” he asked cheekily. 

Fandom: IT Crowd 

Pairing: Maurice Moss/Roy Trenneman

Summary: Moss considers the consequences of talking to Roy about their relationship

Today’s prompt:  “What happens if I do this?”

What happens if I do this? 

Moss’ head was a swirling vortex of questions. He was standing outside of Jen’s office door, looking over at Roy. It was like time was frozen. Roy wasn’t looking up: it didn’t seem like he would be anytime soon. 

What would happen if he did this. He wanted to be with Roy, more than anything, but what if Roy wasn’t... into him like that? And even if he was, how would their relationship pan out? Sure, Roy had been in relationships before, many relationships in fact, but none of them had lasted very long. Was that a testament to Roy’s abilities as a partner? 

And he himself had never actually been in a relationship. Not a proper one, anyway. He’d had flings, the odd one night stand on the rare occasion where he’d gotten too drunk to know better with both men and women, but never a real relationship where you settled down together and got a dog and a mortgage and a joint checking account. 

The prospect of a relationship like that was slightly daunting to Moss. At the best of times, he struggled to understand emotions and facial expressions. Surely the expectation to recognise these would only multiply in a relationship? When he upset, he tended to go in on himself, to lash out to those he cared about as he battled with his inner emotions. Sometimes he would get overwhelmed and would have to sit in his room for a while, blanket pulled over his head as he listened to music very loudly through his headphones and tried very hard not to cry. Would Roy be put off by all of that? Would he want to stop associating with him? 

Then again, he thought, he was forgetting all of the good things he would get out of a relationship with Roy. He’d have someone who could help him out when he was struggling to understand somebody else. There would be somebody there who he could go to when he was upset, someone who would comfort him and do their absolute best to make him feel better. When he did get overwhelmed, there would be someone whose arms he could crawl into to be held close, to get the comfort he so badly craved. 

Not only that, but he would have someone to share all the good things with. All the triumphs he came across, however small. The things he might feel a bit silly telling his mother? There would be someone there to listen to them. Someone who he could watch terrible movies with at two in the morning when neither of them could sleep. Someone to share chocolate croissants and sleepy kisses with in the morning.

He took a breath. Time resumed. He smiled to himself, took a step forward and cleared his throat. 

Fandom: IT Crowd

Pairing: Maurice Moss/Roy Trenneman 

Summary: the next morning, Jen has a chat with Moss to see what his side of the story is

Today’s prompt: “We have to be quiet.”

“We have to be quiet.”

Moss gave Jen a strange look. No sooner had he walked into the office that morning, that Jen had grabbed him by the edge of his coat and marched him into her office. He hadn’t even had time to look around the office and say hello to Roy!

“What--” he started to say, but Jen shushed him. 

“Roy’s hungover,” she said in the most exaggerated stage-whisper Moss had ever heard, pointing towards the closed door. Giving her a weird look, he went over and peeked through the glass in the door into the office. Roy was sat at his desk, face down, his hands covering his ears. He imagined that he was probably groaning rather softly. 

“So?” he said with a shrug, turning back to Jen. “Roy’s hungover all the time.” 

“He drank an entire bottle of corner-shop vodka and passed out on my sofa last night,” she replied, deadpan as ever, Moss made a small ah noise, glancing back towards the door. “Look, Moss, I need to tell you something but you cannot tell Roy I told you.” 

He bit his lip, anxiety starting to build in the pit of his stomach. That probably meant lying, didn’t it? Oh, hadn’t he proved to Jen that he was rubbish at lying all those years ago when he told everyone she was dead? He started to shake his head and open his mouth to tell her no, keep this to yourself, when she was talking and it was already too late. “I was talking to Roy last night and he told me that he likes you, but he doesn’t know how to tell you and I was worried he was never going to tell you but I thought you had to know because you can’t keep kissing him and thinking nothing is going to happen between the two of you!” 

Jen said this very fast and all in one breath. Moss, however, did not hear the majority of it as he had fainted, crumpling to the floor the second he heard the words he likes you. 

When he woke up, Jen was hovering over him. She looked worried. He groaned, putting a hand to his head as he slowly sat up. 

“Sorry,” he murmured. 

“Are you okay?” she asked. He nodded, and she let out a sigh of relief. “Did you hear what I said?” 

“A bit,” he said. He glanced up at her, a hopeful look in his eyes. “He... likes me?” 

“Yes!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “Oh my God, it is so obvious! How do you not know?” 

“I don’t know!” Moss replied confusedly. “I just...”

“You just what?”

“I just always thought he was straight.”

“Well, clearly he isn’t,” Jen said, raising an eyebrow. He smiled a little shyly, shrugging at her.

“Still...” he said, looking up towards her. “I didn’t know he liked me.”

She let out a chuckle, shaking her head at him. Helping him up, she shoved him towards the door, fixing him with a pointed look.

“Go out there and get that man!” she said. Moss smiled at her and nodded before leaving the room and walking into the main office space.