#back when i first started watching dw i did NOT pick up on all the shipper content pre-empty child/the doctor dances

[queen-scribbles]

WHOOPS forgot this one last night <3

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! Can I request smt with Luocha, Dan Heng, Argenti and Boothill? (Separate, and dw if u don’t write for boothill ^^)

You’re dating them and randomly call them husband just to see their reaction. You just say it so casually too during a convo with maybe a friend or a family member

Argenti: ‘Argenti might as well be my husband at this point.’ You said to your friend after retelling a story regarding yourself and Argenti.

‘Awww! I wish Royland was more like Argenti.’ Your friend groaned, glaring daggers at the back of their boyfriend’s head.

Argenti visibly perked up at this, his eyes and smile were practically glowing. Did he hear you right, you consider him as a potential Husband? The gods have answered his prayers and quelled any worries that he might’ve had beforehand. For Argenti fully intends to be your husband one day and until then will commit himself to proving to you why he would make an excellent husband.

The moment he met you, to the moment you begun dating, all Argenti could think of was what it would be like being your devoted husband, your soul partner for the rest of your lives. No one else will do for Argenti but you, and he’s so loyal and extremely devoted to being your partner that the thought of looking at anyone else was so blasphemous; so much so that he’d rather hand you his eyes on a gold platter then ever be tempted by any other.

Argenti has had many dreams about your domestic life as a happily married couple, a happily married couple who were very much still in their honeymoon phase, but when he’s your husband that honeymoon phase would never fade away and die. He would make every day feel just as unique and special as the last few.

He might as well have ‘y/n’s husband’ as his name instead of Argenti because of how much he would use it when introducing himself to anyone new.

Needless to say by the end of the month to the day you and Argenti were officially married and more happy than ever.

Luocha: ‘Luocha would make an amazing husband, don’t you agree?’ You asked your friend, eyeing your boyfriend across the room for his reaction.

‘I thought Luocha was already your husband.’ Your friend asked, genuinely confused.

the moment Luocha hears his name being spoken he doesn’t think much of it, but when it was in the same sentence of as the word husband, that well and truly caught his attention. However it doesn’t take him long to realise what you were doing, but once he realised what was going on it was already too late, as the reaction you pulled out of him was very much a genuine one.

Neither of you had talked about it but according to your friend, you must’ve came across as to others a married couple anyways. So much so that even if you were to ever make it a reality nothing much would change at all for anyone other then himself and you; Yet that didn’t change the fact that the seed was planted and has taken ahold inside of Luocha’s mind as he walked towards you and your friend, placing a hand to the small of your back as he politely greeted your friend, acting none the wiser.

Well your friend might not pick up the hidden cues that told you that he knew, but you did, you could pick up his cues as easily as breathing which makes attempts at teasing one another all the more fun and interesting; Luocha could read you like the back of his hand and you were only starting to get the hang of reading him.

So the look he gives you may not seem like much to other people but to you, it was him telling you that he knew what you were doing, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him in victory because he took the bait you had put in place for him. You didn’t need to hear him to know that the first thing he’d ask once you took your leave would be:

‘I don’t think it’s wise of you to tease your husband. Do you?’

Boothill: ‘you and Boothill? Now that I didn’t see coming.’ Your friend joked as if you hadn’t openly said the most outrageous, thirsty shit about your now boyfriend.

‘Watch it because sooner or later he’ll become my husband.’ You joked back as you and your fiend shared a laugh.

Boothill flashes his sharp teeth in a wicked smirk upon hearing you call him your husband.

Oh now you’ve done it. He’s not going to let you live down the fact that you had called him your husband. He refuses to because he wants to see how you’d react to it. So he’ll make his presence know by confidently striding up to you and resting his hand on your waist, squeezing it, before smashing his sharp teeth once more but this time in a Cheshire grin.

‘Husband?’ He’d ask. ‘Have I secretly been promoted from being your boyfriend without my knowledge? I’m honoured sweetheart, but warn a fella next time before you go and pull this sort of stunt off. Oh wait,’ he pauses before continuing. ‘There’s not going to be a next time because you ain’t gonna be getting rid of me anytime soon. You’re stuck with me forever sugar.’ He cackles as he shamelessly swats you on the ass -hard- for good measure.

Yeah your plan kind of back fired on you because now your the one with the extremely flustered face, and now an sore ass that’ll become a bruise on top of that.

Boothill loved the idea of you belonging to him and only him and vice versa. He’s a possessive prick who’ll gladly put a bullet of two between the eyes of any bastard stupid enough to look at you for longer than a second.

He’s not one to share his treasure and never will be. You’re his now unto forever. Also he’d probably jokingly call himself your husband whenever you meet new people along your journey, and or scaring suitors off by screaming that you/him were married. (You very much weren’t but it works in keeping creeps away, so that’s a bonus.)

He plays on it so much that it’s an inside joke between the two of you and the two of you alone.

Dan Heng: ‘my husband Dan Heng, is just outside getting fresh air, he’s not fond of overcrowded social gatherings.’ You explained to your parents who shared a look of understanding.

Dan Heng, who had finally came back into the house, overheard this conversation and immediately his face burst into flames as his palms became sweaty all of a sudden and his breath hitched in his throat.

Husband?

Him?

Is that why he’s been invited for your family vacations with your parents, grandparents and relatives with their spouses of their own? All because they thought he was your husband? Dan Heng thought he was going to faint then and there from how many times he’s mentioned himself as your husband.

You’ve been together for a while now, but the fact that you were calling him your husband had him feeling some type of way that went beyond comprehension. He likes the idea of being your husband and has had a couple of shameless dreams where you very much were married and had a small family of your own, living a peaceful and loving life together and growing old together, still very much in love. However he always seemed to be at a loss for words when wondering whether in an alternate reality his dreams were your lived reality.

Dan Heng has so many thoughts on being your husband, one of them being that he’d be grateful in being chosen to be your life partner, while the other had still yet to find the words to voice his desire in being your husband aloud without being overcome by his own emotions. So until then he’ll have to suffer you freely calling him your husband in the presence of your parents, not that he’s complaining but he’d rather not be asked why his face still went so red when being called your husband, especially after so long of being assumedly married by your parents.

[irishmammonagenda]

Hii!! 🧚‍♀️It's Wee Emo anon 🍾

Really liked your last work, so here i am again

Can i request brothers reaction on MC who cry over small things?

Like they see little kitten on the street and - WHOOP! - they're bubbling sobbing mess

I'm kinda can't cry (sounds dramatic lol) and wanna MC to feel it instead of me 😬

Love your works, keep going bestie💐🏃‍♂️

HI WEE EMO <3 please ignore the fact you sent me this on april 27th and its now june i had gcses to prepare for 😔✊

anyway, who let you into my house 😧🤨

no seriously i've cried at multiple south park episodes. south park. sometimes i wanna cry when i see my dog i cannot be trusted i tear up so easily especially when im writing🙁

for not being able to cry that is not very good for you fr:

i used to not be able to cry + still only really tear up, some tears drip down and let out like 2 sobbing sounds before im good again, i dont even have to try and stop crying, two sobs and im done, but my biggest tip is, get tired like really sleepy to the point where your eyes water bc of tiredness then watch something really sad.

i ha to literally train myself to be able to cry again bro dw, i wish i could have a big long cry but like 3 mins of crying is better than none, trust me wee emo you'll feel better

#dontbottleupyouremotions

ANYWAY:

this was very hard to imagine their reactions to idk why, but i tried so 😔✊

grma wee emo for requesting <3 and grma everyone else for reading <3

Obey Me Brothers With a Sensitive MC <3

It was safe to say you were sensitive, back when Melanie Martinez's music was a lot better, you really could say that the song 'Crybaby' pretty much encapsulated your entire being, it still did, but you liked to think you were more mature in your music taste now. (You weren't)

Being suddenly catapulted into the Devildom did a number on your emotions, and you found yourself quite numb. But as you adjusted, and bonded with the others, you found that you were back to your usual self, which was a crybaby.

So then how do the brothers react?

LUCIFER

Great. Two Mammons.

At least Mammon No.2 (you) isnt a tsundere about it.

Lucifer does not like seeing you cry. Even if its because something is cute, (although he does find it quite adorable, not that he'd admit it)

This demon is of the opinion that tears should never disgrace your beautiful eyes.

He will invite you to listen to his records with him and purposely put on sad ones or really sweet ones so you grip onto him while you tear up,

He is a demon, after all. ;)

MAMMON

Finally. Someone who cries more than him!

It actually makes him feel safer around you, like you wont bully him for being more sensitive than his brothers.

Actually ends up dropping a lot of his tsundere act around you.

You watch movies together, but always have to check the Devildom version of 'doesthedogdie.com'

Idk, I feel like Mammon would give you a bit of bother for it at first but then slowly start to like, open up more, because he really does see himself in you like that.

LEVIATHAN

He blanks.

One day you start crying because of how cute the anime you both were watching was, Levi thought you were geniunely upset, so he tried to cheer you up.

You end up thinking that its really sweet and start crying harder.

Leviathan PANICKS.

Even now, he still gets really nervous when you start crying, and has popped into his demon form more times than he can count when you grab onto him and sniffle.

Please he's already so awkward he can't handle how cute you are.

You might make him start crying as well :(

SATAN

Satan 100% gets so angry he starts crying so he can kind of understand it.

He's just glad you cry over positive things :)

His favourite moment was definetly when you teared up over a small kitten. (He took several photos and also took the kitten home)

Like Lucifer he 100% invites you to read with him and picks the fluffiest most adorable romance he can find, or the saddest most heartbreaking romance he can find.

He likes when you cling onto him and look up at him with those big teary eyes.

He's a demon. What did you expect, ;)

ASMODEUS

He thinks you're adorable.

Any emotion on your face is adorable to him actually. <3

If you wear makeup he makes sure to get you waterproof mascara and other eye makeup so your beautiful tears dont ruin your beautiful makeup <3

If any of you remember that crying girl makeup trend? Yeah he deffo starts that up in the Devildom (a) to make you feel less embarrassed about it and (b) because he thinks youre so beautiful when you express yourself.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't cry a lot, it's not exactly something that comes naturally to him at all.

Its not that he CANT cry or that he holds his tears back, its just that he doesn't normally process or reaction to things with tears.

Only in serious serious situations will he cry.

So when he sees you crying over one of those little onigiri things that are literally adorable, he thinks that you've somehow hurt yourself. (i nabbed this off of pinterest)

Beel panics, and mentally goes over the ingredients in his head, did he order something with an ingredient that was dangerous to humans?

He calms down when he realises that you're crying because it looks cute.

He feels you with that.

Makes an effort to take you to more places with food items displayed in cute ways.

Though you do have to look away while Beel cuts them up for you, otherwise you wouldnt be able to eat it.

BELPHEGOR

He laughs at you.

Point blank.

Originally when he's in the attic he uses your sensitivity as a way to manipulate you.

But post lesson 16, he really starts to appreciate it more.

This bastard will use his powers as the youngest sibling against you, he'll dress up in cute onesies and give you puppy eyes, all to coax you into taking naps with him.

Which you do.

I have no idea how half of these fuckheads would react tbh

[intuitive-revelations]

Retrospective notes and what to keep an eye on after The Legend of Ruby Sunday

I started writing this while watching through a second time. While my thoughts were still a bit random and out of order, I've edited them into something that makes a bit more sense to read through.

Susan:

A little bit weird at first that Ruby asks why the Doctor doesn't recognise his own granddaughter, given that she doesn't know about regeneration yet and Susan Twist is clearly not mixed race. After thinking for a second, I realised she probably just immediately reconciled this as an adoption scenario, especially with her own family and history.

I've posted seperately about my feelings on the retcon of Susan's origins, but I am still surprised we're going this direction. I also find the wording a little bit questionable, as the Doctor makes it sound like he hasn't had children before, when he 100% did.

A Susan misdirect being linked to the word TARDIS is excellent though, given that she claimed to have come up with the word. (People freak out about what this means for her origins, but I don't see why it can't just be that she's responsible for the English acronym translation convention, which then passed on to all of human history thanks to the Doctor's travels.)

We didn't get Susan this time round, but such a massive red herring implies that RTD is planning to build up to such a thing for real, right? I assume we'll also be talking more about her next episode / in Tales of the TARDIS.

I also mentioned this in my live notes, but I quite like the Doctor's justification for not going back to Susan. It makes sense on its own, but takes on a whole new meaning in light of what happens in Big Finish (even if you do need to slightly nudge the meaning to make sense, and admittedly it still clashes with her participation in the Time War).

The Time Window and Misdirections:

Slightly put off at 'time window' being used as terminology for UNIT's tech when that's been used for actual time portals in-universe before.

Liked all the mentions of chronons though. Need to combine that and "N-dimensional time" into an actual pseudoscientific theory of time physics in Doctor Who with artron energy etc.

The Time Window is also totally how we get the Memory TARDIS, right? I'm guessing that's why the Doctor sent Ruby there, so she can escape into it (though I don't know what that will look like given Tales of the TARDIS surely won't be essential viewing). I wonder if that means the Doctor we'll see in that won't be the real one?

Super sneaky making the time window the 'secret from the Third Doctor era' that is revealed that was teased. Not a lie, but really teases something different to what we got.

Actually, in general kinda mixed feelings about the sheer level of misdirection is this story. You've got the above, all the focus on Susan, maybe the 'Beast', literally playing the Saxon theme (The Master Vainglorious). Seemingly also the thing about where people were stood on Christmas Eve… though I am going to check to see if there's something about the TARDIS / Sutekh. That being said, I'm guessing we're coming back to this, as the pointing isn't really explained yet.

RTD also said the script opened "INT. COFFEE BAR, USA - DAY, 1947" but we clearly never got such a scene. :/

On the other hand, all the playing around and subversion with anagrams was a lot of fun. Very much riffing off of DW tropes. Very funny also that UNIT would immediately pick up on the S Triad thing, given their and the Doctor's history with the Master's own aliases.

Sutekh and the Pantheon

Super intrigued by everything regarding the Pantheon in this episode. So we've got members:

Sutekh: God of Death. The Oldest One / The One Who Waits, the Mother and Father and Other of them all. The Toymaker: God of Games. The Trickster: God of Traps. Maestro: God of Music Reprobate: God of Spite. The Mara: God of Beasts. The Three-Fold Deity of Malice, Mischief, and Misery. Gods of Skin, Shame, Secrets Incensor: Gold of Disaster Incensor's Children - Doubt and Dread. Harbinger(s)

I'm probably too EU-brained, but it feels crazy putting entities like the Toymaker and the Trickster below Sutekh? They're both Eternal/Guardian level, while Sutekh is just an Osiran, powerful but ultimately ephermal. How is he 'the oldest' and the 'mother/father/other' of them all? I guess age could be partially put down to Sutekh's fate in Pyramids of Mars, but actually originating before them doesn't really make sense. I guess he could be an incarnation of a much older being, a bit like the Doctor could be?

However, I also doubt Harbinger is entirely reliable. She's clearly hyping up Sutekh's dominion, so him being the 'god of gods' may not mean much in terms of their origin.

Speaking of which... a lot of allusions to the Devil here, as I mentioned above. Chidozie finds himself in 'hell' and Carla literally calls the shape in the Time Window "the Beast". The security camera is also 66m away (funnily enough, around 73 yards). Add in Gabriel Woolf also playing the Beast in series 2, and you really do have to wonder if there's a connection. If Sutekh and the other Gods really do see him as the same entity as the Beast, then maybe he really could be the oldest of them all.

Side note: "Mother, Father and Other of them all" is great. Connecting the word 'Other' to parentage is also interesting, given we've been talking about Susan...

Going back to the Pantheon - I am now 100% convinced, after theorising before, that we've been meeting members of the Pantheon of Discord.

While there are family connections between some of them, I doubt they really are all related. They're way too distinct for that. But as a loose coalition of malicious god-like beings across the multiverse, it works. Weirdly, it is also reminiscent of some plotlines from the Tenth Doctor Titan Comics. It also feels like the direct opposite of the 'Accord' from the Leftbridge-Stewart series, which was seemingly another coalition of more benevolent deities, including the Azure Guardian. I wonder if they oppose each other?

Some of the namedrops are super interesting too. As I mentioned in my live blog, the Three-Fold deity must be connected to the Six-Fold God, even if just an imitation. Some of the names (eg. Doubt and Dread), being directly named for concepts and emotions, also brings to mind the Menti Celesti.

I also strongly suspect we're going to meet the Trickster again. RTD even foreshadowed as much when he illustrated Now We Are Six Hundred.

Big question is... when did Sutekh become connected to the TARDIS? The latest it could have happened is Wild Blue Yonder, and that would be the simplest explanation... but dialogue implies he's been attached and waiting for longer.

Again, mentioned this in my live notes, but the connection of Sutekh hiding in the "Howling Void" and appearing on UNIT scanners with contradictory information like the Dalek Void ship is an excellent connection. Especially, again, with the possible Hell connection:

RAJESH: And what's the Void? DOCTOR: The space between dimensions. There's all sorts of realities around us, different dimensions, billions of parallel universes all stacked up against each other. The Void is the space in between, containing absolutely nothing. Imagine that. Nothing. No light, no dark, no up, no down, no life, no time. Without end. My people called it the Void. The Eternals call it the Howling. But some people call it Hell.

Does this imply he attached himself to the TARDIS while it traveled through the Void? If so... when was that? Again Wild Blue Yonder is a good candidate, as the TARDIS literally reaches the edge of the universe (at least in some sort of spacetime geometry), but this could technically harken back as far as Journey's End, when the TARDIS last visited Pete's World.

A bit of me is intrigued by the description of Sutekh "whispering, delighting and seducing" the TARDIS, but nothing else indicates the TARDIS was willingly carrying him. Again another sign that Harbinger's speech may not reliable.

Remaining Mysteries

No offence to the people who were all in on the theory, of course, but I'm pretty sure the 'TV' theory is nothing. Especially after this episode. I feel like people latched onto the promo shot for this episode which looked like a TV set and confirmation bias took on from there. That being said, I am ready to eat my words if it somehow comes back to that next week!

(TBF, the TV theory obviously does have some relevance to DW in general, what with the Weeping Angels, Doctor Who exisiting in-universe, fourth wall breaks etc. I just don't think it ever had anything to do with this story.)

So Mrs Flood is confirmed to be something alien or supernatural, after the ambiguity with the Christmas 4th wall break. Simplest answer is that she's also serving Sutekh / the Pantheon, but IDK... she seems different.

Still need to know what's up with Ruby's mum too. Annoyingly, the episode makes it kinda ambiguous if she was pointing at the past Doctor (as per the flashback earlier this series) or at the present one. If the prior, I assume she was actually pointing at the TARDIS / Sutekh?

That damn "worlds with orange skies" line. It's probably nothing, right? But why did we focus on it, complete with musical sting. RTD knows that's significant. Hell, it's specifically significant to Susan, with her talking about Gallifrey in The Sensorites, and Ten recalling it in Gridlock.

Also, unless the soundtrack was lying to us, which it doesn't usually (though I guess isn't unprecendented, with the Weeping Angel theme being used in Day of the Doctor when Osgood realises the statues are disguised Zygons), maybe a Master reveal coming up some point in the future? How though, I have no idea.

[pinkthick]

A Nocturne in Melody

Pairing: Vampire!Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9,405(around 30 minutes reading time?)

Summary: Jayce winced, his mouth opening, then closing as he struggled to find the right words. But nothing he could say seemed enough. Finally, he just shook his head. “No, Viktor, it’s not like that. You know it isn’t.”

Warnings: None(?) and dw it doesn’t contain spoilers

Masterlist:A Nocturne in Melody

Part 3

As you both made your way home, the gentle clinking of your cane on the stone pavement echoed through the emptying streets, the rhythm almost soothing beside Viktor’s soft steps. People were still filtering out from the party, making their way through the streets back to their homes, but it felt like they were just background to the two of you. Every so often, Viktor’s gaze would drift to your hand, where the ring now sat comfortably, as though it had always belonged there. Jayce had been ecstatic when he saw it earlier, and Viktor had turned a little pink under his friend’s enthusiastic congratulations.

Jayce had laughed, saying, “I can’t believe you finally did it! I thought you’d have changed your mind after your first try.” He’d paused, a knowing smile lighting up his face as he winked at you.

“What does that mean?” you’d asked, amusement thick in your voice as Viktor fidgeted beside you, looking anywhere but at you and Jayce.

Jayce leaned in with a grin, whispering in a voice that wasn’t quiet at all, “He’s had that ring for ages. I didn’t think he’d ever get around to it.”

“Jayce,” Viktor muttered, clearly embarrassed. “That’s… I just didn’t have the right moment before.”

You’d laughed, the sound bubbling out of you despite Viktor’s obvious discomfort. “I think it’s adorable,” you said, watching as his blush deepened. He was embarrassed, yes, but he was also so deeply content. You could tell by the way his fingers tightened slightly around yours, holding you close.

Now, as you walked together down the cobblestone streets, Viktor finally seemed to recover his voice. “I don’t know if I should find it funny or not,” he muttered, glancing at you, his brow raised.

“Well,” you teased, grinning, “it’s not funny, exactly. You were really stressed about it.”

He scoffed lightly, his mouth twitching in a faint, sheepish smile. “Yes…yes, all right, I was. Terrified, if you must know.”

Just then, a soft drizzle began to fall, each raindrop catching the city lights, creating a mesmerizing shimmer that reflected in Viktor’s crimson eyes. “Oh, wonderful,” he sighed, though his smile remained. “Just our luck.”

You grinned, unfazed by the rain as you adjusted your grip on your cane, taking a moment to steady yourself. “Hey, we’re out here on a beautiful night, newly engaged, with a story Jayce will probably tell at every future party. It’s not so bad.”

He shook his head with a laugh, his hair starting to dampen in the drizzle, a few stray strands clinging to his forehead. The rain began to pick up, transforming from a drizzle into a steady patter, soaking through your clothes as you both looked around for cover. Viktor instinctively stepped closer to shield you, though his slight frame wasn’t much help against the increasing rain.

“Should we make a dash for it?” he asked, glancing down the street that led to your apartment. “I mean…a brisk walk,” he corrected quickly, noticing your glance toward your leg.

You laughed, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I think we can manage. But let’s take our time; I don’t want to slip and end up with a second broken leg.”

Viktor laughed, glancing down at the puddles forming on the sidewalk. “I suppose I wouldn’t want that either.” He extended an arm, letting a few raindrops gather on his palm as if the rain were a strange curiosity. “Funny how things can be so beautiful even in chaos,” he murmured, his gaze distant for a moment before he looked back at you, eyes warm.

You smiled, leaning against him as you both continued at a slower pace, the rain soaking through your clothes but neither of you seeming to mind. It felt peaceful, almost surreal, to be here together, walking under the rain with nothing but the steady rhythm of your steps and the occasional splash of puddles filling the silence. The city seemed quieter now, like it was granting you this moment of serenity, an unexpected gift after everything you’d been through.

“Remember when we used to sneak out as kids?” Viktor’s voice broke the quiet, his tone laced with nostalgia. “Those nights when we’d wander the Undercity until dawn, and then Madame Meredith would yell at us when we’d come back. ”

You nodded, the memory bringing warmth to your chest. “She wasn’t so bad, she did care about us.”

“Probably, but I was still scared of her.” He smiled softly, his fingers brushing against yours as he linked them together, and you felt a shiver run through you — not from the cold, but from the intimacy of the gesture. “I’d give anything to go back to those days… but then, we wouldn’t be here now,” he added, glancing down at the ring on your finger, his expression a mixture of joy and awe.

Before you could respond, a cold drop of rain splashed right onto your nose. You glanced up, squinting as the night sky began to darken more and a torrential rain began to fall. “Are you sure you want to keep walking in the rain?” he teased, a small smirk playing at his lips.

“It’s only a little rain,” you replied, shrugging.

“Only a little rain,” he mocked you, chuckling under his breath as he came close to you, shaking his head in mock defeat. Before you could argue, he surprised you by slipping one arm beneath your knees, the other around your back, and lifting you up in one fluid motion.

“Viktor!” you gasped, your hands automatically reaching up to wrap around his neck as he held you with a surprising ease and strength you hadn’t expected. He grinned, barely winded, and started to move faster, carrying you with determination under the awning of a nearby building.

“Had to keep you from turning into a complete puddle,” he said, setting you down gently as you both laughed. The rain continued to beat down heavily around you, but here, beneath the roof, you were shielded — mostly.

It was only then you noticed the way Viktor was looking at you, his gaze lingering as he took you in, his eyes tracing the way your dress clung to your figure, the fabric soaked and outlining your shape with a teasing, almost ethereal quality. His eyes darkened slightly, his usual reserve breaking down under the weight of the evening and the sight of you. You felt a spark race through you at his gaze — it was a look you hadn’t seen from him before, not with this intensity, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have pulled you out of the rain after all,” he murmured, his voice a little rougher than usual, his gaze never leaving you.

You gave a half-laugh, half-sigh, the tension thickening between you. “You seemed worried just moments ago,” you replied softly.

He reached up, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face as he stepped in closer, his hand coming to rest gently on your head, almost protectively. He leaned in, his lips hovering inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. And then, he closed the gap, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that held nothing back. It was deep and intense, his lips pressing against yours with a new kind of urgency, and you could feel his hands anchoring you, one cupping the back of your head, the other on your waist, holding you firmly as he leaned you back against the wall.

The warmth of his touch, and the strength of his grip left you breathless, caught off guard by how deeply he was kissing you. You felt yourself give in, melting into his touch, and his lips parted against yours, deepening the kiss as if he was trying to savor every second of it. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed closer, the coolness of his hand on your waist in sharp contrast to the warmth of his kiss.

Your hands slid down, gripping the lapels of his coat, holding onto him as he kissed you with a passion that left you dizzy. You could feel the way his body responded to yours, the tension in his muscles as he held himself against you, the feeling of his heartbeat echoing your own. He pulled back slightly and took a deep breath, as if gathering himself, then leaned in, trailing kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. His lips were warm against your skin, each kiss soft yet lingering. His voice, low and teasing, made a shiver run through you. “And to think,” he murmured between each kiss, “you really wanted to break up with me tonight.” He chuckled softly, his tone gentle but knowing. “I wouldn’t have let you either way.”

A flush crept up your cheeks, partly at the thought of how close you’d come to pushing him away, partly because of the way he was looking at you now — intense, entirely focused. He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck in a way that left your heart racing. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you against him, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

“Viktor…” you started, a little unsteady, but he didn’t let you finish. His mouth was at your neck again, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just below your ear, and his knee slid between your legs with an ease that made you weak. That familiar, insistent pressure sent a spark through you, and you shot him a knowing, playful glare.

“Oh, so you’re using that move now?” you managed, the words barely audible as he continued his trail of kisses.

He gave a half-smile, clearly amused, but didn’t answer, his hands slipping lower, tracing along your sides, pressing you back against the wall. His fingers skimmed the curve of your waist, moving with a confidence and sureness that was new but not unwelcome. You felt his hand starting to drift downward, his fingers barely brushing against you, and your breath caught in your throat. You caught his hand, and he thankfully stopped, pulling back slightly, and for a moment you both just looked at each other, caught in a mix of surprise and something much more intense.

You could see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and his voice was soft, almost teasing. “Let me work.”

“Oh, I’ll let you work… when we’re not in public.” You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your tone stern, but the effect was spoiled by the smile pulling at your lips.

He scoffed, clearly unbothered, but he didn’t stop. His hand continued to slide down, his touch sending a thrill through you, and he seemed completely unfazed by your attempt to keep things under control. His fingers grazed along the small of your back, lingering just enough to make your heart pound. His other hand traced slow circles against your hip, his touch maddeningly light, as if testing the boundaries of your resolve.

You could feel your face growing warmer, a mix of amusement and slight embarrassment, but he only gave you a slight smirk, his gaze intent and unwavering. “You’re blushing,” he murmured, almost teasingly, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I wonder why?” you managed to stammer, though the words came out weaker than you’d intended.

But Viktor only chuckled, leaning in, and for a second you thought he was about to kiss you again. Just then, the unmistakable sound of voices drifted into your haven beneath the awning. A few people rushed over to join you, seeking refuge from the downpour, their laughter and chatter filling the small space with an energy that felt intrusive.

Startled, you pulled back slightly, the flush of the moment still lingering, and Viktor straightened up, glancing around. A couple of people shot curious looks in your direction, and you felt a rush of embarrassment, realizing that the both of you had been far more absorbed in each other than you’d realized. Viktor, too, looked a bit sheepish, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to compose himself, and his hand found yours, lacing his fingers with yours in a quiet, grounding gesture.

—

Jayce adjusted the hextech core, watching as its soft blue glow pulsed steadily. He wasn’t particularly focused on the task, though, and he could sense Mel’s eyes on him, her presence quiet but intense. She hadn’t said much all morning, but Jayce could feel the tension building, the way she was holding herself back, waiting for the right moment to speak. Finally, after a long pause, she stepped forward.

“We’ve already talked about it,” Jayce said, not even looking up, trying to preempt the conversation he could feel brewing.

“But I feel like it wasn’t really discussed.” Her voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge to it, a tension that she couldn’t quite hide. “There’s more to this than we admitted to, Jayce.”

Jayce sighed, turning to face her, knowing exactly where this was going. He met her gaze, seeing the concern etched in her expression. “Mel,” he started, his tone soft but firm. “You let Viktor live. You can’t just feel bad about it now.”

Mel crossed her arms, shifting her weight slightly as she continued to stare him down. “Jayce, I let him live because of you.” Her words came out quieter, almost as if she were confessing something to herself. “But I’m not sure now it was the right thing to do. I’ve bent rules too much already, and it was a decision that went against every protocol we have.”

“Viktor isn’t a threat,” Jayce replied, his voice steady as he defended his friend. “He’s been adapting, learning to control it. He hasn’t hurt anyone.”

“Yet,” Mel said, her eyes darkening with the weight of the words. “He’s in control now, Jayce. But we have no idea how long that will last. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The protocols were clear: any transformed vampire is to be eliminated to avoid any further incidents.”

Jayce’s jaw tightened, a mixture of anger and frustration bubbling up. “He’s not like that vampire who attacked the performance hall, Mel. He didn’t choose this, and he’s fighting every day to stay the person he was.”

Mel shook her head, her expression grim. “You’re right; he didn’t choose this. But that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous. Did you ever stop to wonder why the vampire who turned him did it in the first place?”

Jayce opened his mouth to respond, but she continued before he could say a word. “That vampire didn’t attack out of some rogue impulse. He was grieving, Jayce. He lost his partner, and that’s why he lashed out. That’s why he turned Viktor — it was an act of defiance, an act of desperation.”

Jayce’s face fell slightly as the weight of her words settled in. He hadn’t thought about it that way, hadn’t considered the motivations behind the attack. He’d been so focused on Viktor, on protecting him, that he hadn’t given much thought to the vampire who had set this all into motion.

“What happens when she dies, Jayce?” Mel asked, her voice softer now, almost gentle. “Or when you die? You know that’s inevitable.”

Jayce swallowed, his gaze dropping. The implications of her words were clear, hitting him harder than he’d expected. Viktor had found a measure of peace with his new existence, but it was an uneasy one, built on the fragile foundation of the people he cared about still being there, still grounding him.

“I just fear that Viktor won’t accept that,” Mel continued. “He’s still clinging to the remnants of his old life, of the people who matter to him. But we’re all… mortal. There will come a day when he’ll be left alone, and then what?”

Jayce rubbed a hand over his face, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “I don’t have all the answers, Mel. But I know Viktor. He’s stronger than you think.”

“He’s stronger physically,” Mel replied, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. “But emotionally? Jayce, this kind of life requires a certain detachment, a willingness to let go. I’ve seen how he looks at her, how he’s desperately trying to keep things the same.”

Jayce bit his lip, feeling a pang of guilt. Viktor had only just found happiness, had finally started to build a life for himself. And now, because of a choice he hadn’t even made, he was being forced to confront a future that seemed both endless and empty.

“Mel, he loves her,” Jayce said quietly, almost as if he was trying to convince himself as much as her. “And I can’t fault him for that.”

Mel’s expression softened, but there was still a sadness in her eyes, a look that spoke of hard-earned wisdom and harsh truths. “I know he loves her, Jayce. But love doesn’t change what he’s become. It doesn’t change what he’ll have to face when the people he loves start to slip away, one by one.”

They stood in silence, the only sound the faint hum of the hextech core still glowing in the background. Jayce’s mind raced, grappling with the enormity of what Viktor’s future might hold.

After a moment, Mel spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know this is hard for you. You care about him, and so do I. But we can’t ignore the reality of his situation just because it’s painful to face.”

Jayce’s gaze was distant, fixed on the core’s glow, but his mind was far away, lost in memories of Viktor — the friend he’d known for so many years, the brilliant mind who had dreamed of making the world a better place, the man who had fought so hard against his own failing body. And now, even with his body stronger than ever, Viktor was fighting a different battle, one against time, against loss, against the inevitability of watching the people he loved slip away.

“I know,” Jayce finally murmured, his voice tinged with sadness. “I know. But I can’t turn my back on him. Not now, not ever.”

Mel reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “No one’s asking you to, Jayce. But we have to be realistic about what lies ahead, for his sake as much as ours.”

Jayce nodded slowly, the weight of her words settling heavily on him. It was a hard truth to face, but he couldn’t ignore it any longer. “I know..you’re right.”

Just then Viktor entered the lab, his footsteps echoing slightly in the quiet space. He had intended to come in early to get a jump start on the hextech work, and both Mel and Jayce looked up, visibly startled to see him.

“Viktor,” Jayce said, quickly composing himself, though a flicker of something — guilt, perhaps — lingered in his eyes. “I thought you weren’t coming today.”

“I didn’t plan to,” Viktor replied, a casual shrug masking the tightness in his chest. “But she had to go to rehearsal, and I didn’t want to waste precious time when I could be working on our project.”

Mel and Jayce exchanged a look, subtle but telling. Viktor noted it with a sharp eye, aware that they didn’t know if he’d overheard their discussion moments ago. Truthfully, he had — every word. The conversation echoed in his mind, and although he was trying to brush it off, an undercurrent of irritation simmered beneath his calm facade.

Jayce cleared his throat, attempting to steer the conversation into safer territory. “So…I’m sorry if I embarrassed you last night” There was an awkward pause, and then he added, “but congratulations on the engagement.”

Viktor’s lips lifted in a small smile, though his tone was measured. “Thank you, Jayce.” He shifted his gaze to Mel, who met his eyes briefly before looking away. A flicker of something — doubt, perhaps? — crossed her face, but Viktor pressed on. “It’s funny. I didn’t expect things to fall into place so well. But here we are.”

The pleasant words felt somewhat hollow as he said them. While he was genuinely happy, the recent conversation he’d overheard left him feeling as if his happiness was somehow misplaced, or at the very least questioned. Still, he wasn’t here to argue or defend his choices. He had work to do, and his mind latched onto the hextech project as a welcome distraction.

He moved toward the table, where their equipment lay neatly arranged. “Shall we get started?” he suggested, and Jayce nodded, visibly relieved to focus on their work.

For the past week, they had been toying with ideas for hextech applications, primarily in agriculture. If they could enhance plants, increase growth, yield, and resilience, then the possibilities were endless. But, in Viktor’s mind, the true potential lay not in plants but in humanity itself. The idea of using hextech to augment humans, to overcome their limitations, had been consuming him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. Jayce, however, had been more cautious, even resistant.

Jayce shot Mel a meaningful look as she lingered by the lab bench, and she seemed to take the hint. “I’ll leave you two to it,” she said, though her tone was wary. Viktor nodded politely, watching as she exited the lab, the door clicking shut behind her. The second she was gone, he felt the tension ease, though Jayce seemed a bit uneasy still.

“So,” Viktor said, rolling up his sleeves and setting his focus on the machinery. “How has the hextech’s efficiency been, now that we’ve increased the crystal output? Any issues with stability?”

Jayce shrugged, adjusting his own equipment. “It’s stable, but we’re still running into limits with the plant augmentation. I think we’re close to something big, though.”

Viktor nodded, though his attention was elsewhere. He had already calculated the maximum efficiency with plants and knew it was far from reaching hextech’s full potential. “If we can optimize the output further,” he began, his tone nonchalant, “we might be able to do more than just enhance crops.” He glanced at Jayce, letting the idea linger in the air, watching his friend’s reaction.

Jayce immediately frowned, catching Viktor’s implication. “Viktor, we’ve discussed this,” he said, his voice tinged with impatience. “Hextech wasn’t meant for human enhancement.”

Viktor let out a quiet sigh, though his expression remained composed. “I know, Jayce. You’ve made that point clear.” He picked up a crystal, studying its facets as he spoke. “But there’s so much untapped potential here. You’ve seen it too.”

“We agreed to focus on agriculture,” Jayce replied firmly, though Viktor noted a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “There’s a lot we can do within those boundaries.”

“For now, perhaps,” Viktor said smoothly, turning back to the table. “But boundaries are meant to be pushed. Why limit ourselves when we could be transforming lives?” He kept his tone light, as if merely musing aloud, but he saw Jayce’s jaw tighten slightly.

Enhancing humans had been his true vision for hextech all along, a vision he knew was shared to some extent by Jayce, even if his friend was reluctant to admit it. Jayce sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms, clearly bracing himself for another debate. “Yes, but there’s a line, Viktor. A line we can’t just cross without thinking of the consequences.”

“Consequences,” Viktor echoed, his voice barely hiding his frustration. “Jayce, I’ve spent most of my life facing consequences I had no control over. My own body was a prison, and now, we have the means to set people like me free.”

Jayce hesitated, caught between sympathy and caution. “I understand that. But this technology… it’s unpredictable. We don’t fully understand the risks yet.”

Viktor’s gaze darkened slightly as he held Jayce’s gaze. “And yet, you’re willing to let fear hold us back? I thought you believed in progress.”

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I do, Viktor. But progress without restraint is dangerous. Just look at what happened with —”

He stopped, catching himself, but Viktor’s lips curved into a tight smile. He knew exactly where Jayce’s mind had gone. “Are we really going to let fear dictate what we can achieve?” Viktor asked, his tone almost mocking. “Or is it just that you don’t trust me with this power?”

Jayce stiffened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You know that’s not it.”

“Do I?” Viktor’s voice was soft, but the challenge was clear. He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Because from what I overheard earlier, it seems like trust might be in short supply.”

Jayce froze, his face paling slightly as the words sank in. He glanced toward the door, as if expecting Mel to reappear at any moment. “Viktor, I…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not upset.” His smile was sharp, edged with a hint of bitterness. “I know that some people are always going to see me as a threat.”

“That’s not—look, I’m sorry.”

“You weren’t sorry moments ago,” Viktor replied, his voice barely above a whisper, thick with the hurt he was holding back. He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze burning with frustration and pain.

Jayce took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of Viktor’s words press down on him. “It’s not that simple,” he tried, almost pleadingly. “There are things… situations I can’t control, Viktor. People I have to answer to.”

Viktor’s eyes flashed. “And I’m one of those situations, am I not?” He bit the words out, a bitterness to his tone that Jayce had rarely heard. “A ‘situation’ that you have to manage, keep in check. Is that all I am to you now, Jayce?”

Jayce winced, his mouth opening, then closing as he struggled to find the right words. But nothing he could say seemed enough. Finally, he just shook his head. “No, Viktor, it’s not like that. You know it isn’t.”

Viktor scoffed, and a hollow laugh escaped him, sharp and filled with a bitterness that left Jayce feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. “Don’t I? Because from where I stand, it’s starting to look like that’s exactly how you see me.” He looked down, clenching his fists, his body taut with barely contained frustration. “After everything we’ve been through together… you’re willing to let doubt poison everything between us?”

“It’s not doubt,” Jayce replied, his voice trembling slightly. “It’s fear. Not of you, Viktor — but for you. This isn’t just about us, or Mel, or even hextech. It’s… complicated.”

“Oh, yes. Complicated,” Viktor said, a bitter edge in his voice as he echoed the word, throwing it back at Jayce like an accusation. “The perfect excuse when you don’t want to face the truth.” He shook his head, glancing away as if to steady himself. “I always believed we shared the same vision, Jayce. I thought you saw me, truly saw me. And yet here you are, talking to me like I’m some… anomaly.”

Jayce took a step forward, his hands outstretched in a desperate attempt to reach across the gulf that had grown between them. “Viktor, please, don’t misunderstand me. This isn’t easy for me either. I’m just trying to protect you.”

Viktor’s face crumpled, his eyes filling with a deep sorrow that made Jayce’s heart ache. “Protect me?” he whispered, shaking his head. “From what, exactly? From the very thing that has given me a new chance at life?” He looked down, his voice growing softer, more broken. “I thought you trusted me, Jayce. I thought… I thought you saw my worth beyond the label others have slapped on me.”

“I do trust you,” Jayce insisted, but his voice wavered. “It’s just… the council, Mel — they’re all waiting for a mistake. If I lose control of this situation—”

“There you go again,” Viktor interrupted, his tone hardening. “Calling me a ‘situation.’ As if I’m some dangerous variable, something to be managed rather than… someone you’ve known for years.” He met Jayce’s gaze, eyes blazing with intensity, and Jayce could see the tears welling there, a storm of emotions that Viktor was struggling to contain. “I’m not your project, Jayce. I’m your friend.”

Jayce fell silent, the weight of Viktor’s words settling heavily over him. For a moment, he was transported back to the early days, when they were just two young men with a shared vision and a boundless hope for what hextech could become. They had trusted each other implicitly, no need for words or assurances, just an unbreakable belief in one another. But now…

Viktor turned abruptly, his hand reaching for the shelf where several thick books lay stacked. He snatched one of the books—a hefty volume on plant biochemistry they’d been using for their latest hextech research—and thrust it forward, shoving it hard into Jayce’s chest.

“Here,” Viktor spat, his voice laced with a bitterness Jayce had never heard from him before. “Please, by all means, continue your precious research on plants.”

The force of the book hitting his chest knocked Jayce a step back, and he instinctively caught it, staring down at the leather-bound cover. He looked up to see Viktor’s eyes gleaming, his pupils narrowed, his fangs bared in a flash of anger that felt as raw as it did sudden.

Jayce took a shaky step back, swallowing as he tried to process the sight before him, this version of Viktor he had rarely seen. “What…?” he stammered, voice barely a whisper. “What’s gotten into you, Viktor?”

Viktor’s laughter was harsh, echoing through the lab with a coldness that made Jayce’s skin prickle. “What’s gotten into me?” he repeated, his voice full of mockery. “What indeed, Jayce. I’m the same person I’ve always been… only now, apparently, you’re afraid of me.”

Jayce instinctively flinched, a flash of fear crossing his face as he processed the words. He hadn’t meant to react that way—it was just that seeing Viktor like this, seeing the fangs, the fury, everything he’d tried so hard to ignore or downplay… It was all hitting him at once, too much to take in.

Viktor caught the flinch and scoffed, a bitter, humorless sound that filled the space between them. “Ah,” he said, voice dripping with disdain, “so now you think I’m some wild animal, about to sink my fangs into you?”

Jayce’s eyes widened, his mouth opening as he struggled to find the words to deny it. “Viktor… no, that’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me, Jayce,” Viktor interrupted, his voice low and venomous. He took a step forward, and Jayce couldn’t help but tense, his pulse racing. Viktor’s eyes, normally filled with a quiet, reserved kindness, were now sharp and cutting, filled with a bitterness that felt like it could pierce right through him. “You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel about me,” Viktor continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m a ‘situation’ to you now, an obstacle. An inconvenience.”

“Viktor, please,” Jayce tried, his voice breaking. “It’s not… it’s not like that. I never wanted you to feel like—”

“Oh, save it,” Viktor spat, cutting him off again. “I don’t need your pity, Jayce. I don’t need your empty reassurances.” He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “Do you have any idea how it feels to stand here, knowing that the one person I trusted, the one person I thought understood me, is terrified of what I’ve become?”

Jayce shook his head, feeling helpless, trapped in a moment he couldn’t control. “It’s not fear, Viktor,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m worried for you, for what this might do to you.”

Viktor let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head as he looked away, the bitterness in his expression deepening. “Worried for me,” he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “How noble of you, Jayce. How utterly self-sacrificing.” He took a deep breath, his shoulders shaking with barely-contained rage. “You’re so blinded by your need to control everything, to manage everything, that you can’t even see me anymore.”

Jayce felt his heart sink, his throat tightening with a mix of guilt and shame. “Viktor, please,” he murmured, taking a tentative step forward. “You’re my bestfriend. I just… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his expression filled with a quiet, simmering fury. “Your bestfriend?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “If this is what friendship looks like, then maybe I was better off alone.”

The words hit Jayce like a punch to the gut, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Viktor shook his head, his expression hardening as he turned away. “I’m done, Jayce,” he said, his voice cold and final. “I’m done with this… with you. I’ll continue our work, but don’t expect anything more from me.” He glanced back one last time, his eyes filled with a sadness that cut deeper than any anger ever could. “Because I can’t keep doing this. Not if you’re going to look at me like I’m some kind of monster.”

And with that, Viktor turned on his heel and walked out of the lab, leaving Jayce standing there, alone, the book still clutched in his hands, the weight of Viktor’s words echoing in his mind long after he was gone.

—

The echo of the rehearsal’s last notes lingered in your mind as you walked out into the cool afternoon air. It was one of those rare afternoons where you felt both content and restless—relieved to have finished another day of practice, yet craving the quiet satisfaction of some time alone. Viktor was at the lab, probably absorbed in his work, and you knew he’d likely stay there for hours, as he usually did—you figured you could afford a leisurely detour.

The idea struck you out of nowhere: why not make something sweet, something simple that might surprise him? A cake, perhaps—something comforting that would welcome him home and, in some small way, bring both of you back to a semblance of normalcy. As you made your way to the small produce stand tucked into a side street, a faint nostalgia warmed your heart. You hadn’t baked in a long time, and somehow, the thought of it felt right tonight.

The scent of fresh fruits filled the air as you approached the stand. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you looked over the plump berries, glistening apples, and golden pears. Reaching out, you picked up a few ripe peaches, their sweet, soft smell filling your senses as you added them to your basket. Strawberries would be perfect too, you thought, absently reaching for the freshest-looking bunch.

Just as you were about to pay, a sudden commotion nearby caught your attention. The shop owner was grumbling, waving a broom at something small and dark huddled beside a stack of crates. “Stupid cat!” he muttered, shooing it away. “Get out of here, pest!”

Your heart gave a soft pang as you noticed the tiny creature—a scruffy little kitten, thin and trembling, with matted fur and wide, frightened eyes. It looked barely old enough to be away from its mother. You could see it was trying to find a safe spot, scurrying away from the broom in desperate little bursts, its tiny meows piercing the night air. You weren’t particularly planning on adopting a stray today, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore it.

“Wait, wait,” you said gently, putting your cane aside as you moved closer to the kitten, who had now found temporary refuge behind a barrel. The owner looked at you skeptically, his face still wrinkled with frustration.

“Miss, that thing’s a nuisance,” he said, shaking his head. “All it’ll do is scratch and bite, and it’s probably covered in fleas. Best to leave it.”

Ignoring him, you knelt slowly, keeping your voice soft as you extended a hand toward the kitten. “Hey there, little one,” you murmured, noticing how its ears perked up ever so slightly at the sound of your voice. It huddled against the wall, watching you with wide, wary eyes, as though unsure whether to trust you.

You waited a moment, letting the kitten study you, and then, very slowly, it crept forward. Inch by inch, it drew closer until, finally, it rubbed its tiny, scruffy head against your outstretched fingers. The texture of its matted fur and its bony frame under your hand made your heart ache. This little one had clearly been fending for itself for a while.

“See? Not so bad,” you murmured softly, scratching the kitten’s head as it began to purr—a soft, barely audible sound that grew louder with each gentle stroke. The shop owner huffed, clearly not pleased with your decision, but you ignored him. Pulling an old handkerchief from your bag, you carefully lifted the kitten, who looked up at you with round, trusting eyes. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” you whispered. “Can’t leave you out here all alone, can we?”

Balancing the kitten carefully against your chest, you handed the owner a few coins to pay for your fruits. He gave you a wry look, but took the money without further comment.

As you walked home, the kitten snuggled closer, its small frame warm against you. You tried to ignore the nagging thought that it might indeed have fleas or other issues, but you were already too attached to consider leaving it behind.

—

Viktor moved quickly through the halls, his thoughts still a whirlwind from the argument with Jayce. The lab was a place he’d once considered a haven—a space where he and Jayce could dream up ways to better the world, where he’d built hope from metal and gears. But now, the very air seemed to suffocate him, every moment in that place filled with painful reminders of all the trust that had unraveled.

He finally arrived at Esma’s department. The lights were dim, casting long shadows over shelves packed with vials, blueprints, and mysterious gadgets. Esma herself was seated at a table, hunched over a series of schematics. She glanced up as Viktor entered, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“I hope I’m not intruding,” Viktor began, his voice quieter than usual, still tinged with lingering tension from earlier.

“Oh, Viktor—of course not.” Esma rose gracefully, her movements as smooth and fluid as always, a quiet elegance that only someone who’d lived centuries seemed to master. She gestured toward a seat opposite her. “Please, sit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

As Viktor settled into the chair, Esma offered him a vial of blood, as was customary. He shook his head politely, a faint smile gracing his lips. “No, thank you. I’ve… already taken care of it.”

Esma raised a brow, tucking the vial back with a knowing look. “Suit yourself.” She returned her attention to her work but shot him a sideways glance. Viktor hesitated, looking down as he gathered his thoughts. “I wanted to discuss the synthetic tissues you’ve been working on,” he began, his voice low. “Have you ever… tried to revitalize them with hextech?”

Esma’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, though a small, knowing smile touched her lips. “With hextech? No… I haven’t, at least not directly,” she admitted. “I did try using Shimmer once, though.”

At the mention of Shimmer, Viktor’s curiosity flared. “Shimmer? Where did you get that?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

Esma chuckled softly. “Oh, Viktor… I’ve been around long enough to know how to find what I need,” she replied, her smile hinting at the centuries of experience she carried. “And, besides,” she continued, her gaze piercing as she looked at him, “it’s not like you’re a stranger to it, either.”

Viktor felt his stomach drop. "I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, though the hesitation in his voice betrayed him.

“Oh, Viktor,” Esma replied, her eyes glinting with a mix of sympathy and amusement. “I know the scent of Shimmer in someone’s blood. You can’t hide that from me.” She tilted her head slightly, observing his reaction. “I can tell it’s been a while, but it’s still there, faintly—stained in you.”

The words sank in, and Viktor felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. His mind drifted back to the time when his body had been on the verge of collapse, when his determination to continue his work had driven him to take desperate measures. Then Singed, the near-fatal deterioration, the Shimmer—it was all true. He hadn’t thought about it in so long, had pushed those memories aside, buried them under layers of focus and innovation.

Esma seemed to notice his discomfort and shifted the conversation. “Anyway, as I said, I used Shimmer on synthetic tissue once. It did bring it to life for a short period—allowed it to function almost as if it were real. But eventually, it became unstable and… well, destroyed itself.”

Viktor’s interest was piqued. “Destroyed itself?”

She nodded. “Yes. Shimmer has a volatility to it that doesn’t lend well to permanence. It’s effective, powerful even, but unreliable for sustaining life. Hextech, however…” She let the words hang in the air, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she studied Viktor’s expression.

He nodded thoughtfully, feeling the weight of her words but unable to shake the feeling that he was on the verge of something groundbreaking. “Hypothetically, if it did work… if hextech could sustain the tissue indefinitely… it could mean…” He hesitated, the implications almost too vast to put into words.

Esma watched him carefully, her gaze sharp. “Immortality,” she finished for him, a hint of warning in her tone.

He looked down at the tissue under the microscope, his mind racing. “If we could somehow stabilize it, keep it from overloading…” His voice trailed off as Esma’s smile widened, and she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand as she watched him intently. “You sound like a man on a mission.”

He hesitated, feeling a familiar conflict rising within him. His motivations had always been driven by a desire to improve the world, to give people a chance to live without the constraints of illness or decay. But now, with his transformation, there was a part of him that yearned for something more—a chance to unlock the secrets of longevity, to give others the gift he had inadvertently received.

“Congratulations, by the way,” she added suddenly, a sly smile on her lips.

The change in subject caught him off guard. “Sorry?”

“Your engagement,” she clarified “It’s a rare thing for one of our kind. Commitment, I mean. To a mortal.”

He rose slowly from his chair, looking down at Esma with a sharp intensity in his gaze. "If you could help me with this,” he began, each word deliberate, “it won’t be rare anymore.”

Esma’s mouth twisted into an amused smile, one eyebrow arching as if she found his words naive. “As if the council would let us,” she scoffed. “You’re dreaming, Viktor. Even if you could figure it out… they’d shut you down the moment they caught wind of it. Vampires and humans aren’t meant to mix, you know that.” She reached out, her fingertips brushing against his chest, lingering there a moment too long.

Viktor’s face hardened as he brushed her hand off, his movements sharp, almost instinctive. He forced himself to ignore the urge to push her away more aggressively. “You look so frustrated, Viktor. And I can’t blame you. A life like this isn’t for the faint of heart. You think you can create a perfect union between humans and vampires? Trust me; you’d be the first.” She tilted her head, her voice low and suggestive. “But… if you’re really that desperate, I could offer some assistance, for a price.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.”

Esma’s smirk faltered, and she shrugged as if his rejection didn’t sting. “Fine, Viktor. If you want to go it alone, suit yourself.

He turned on his heel, not even offering her a parting word. He could feel her gaze on him as he walked out of her office, the cool, unbothered presence of someone who believed herself untouchable. But she wasn’t perfect. None of them were. Vampires, with all their power, were still bound by limitations they chose to ignore. They may have gained immortality, but they’d sacrificed so much in the process. Not to mention the hunger…

He’d thought of biting you, of sharing his immortality in the only way he could. He’d wrestled with the idea for months, tempted by the promise that you would never suffer the slow decay of time, never be at risk of slipping away from him. But he knew that turning you against your will would be unthinkable; you’d made it clear that you had no desire to live like he did, tethered to a life that could stretch into eternity with unending hunger. And even if he ignored your wishes, there was no guarantee that Piltover would allow you both to survive the decision. Mel would rally the council against him, citing every rule he had already bent, every line he had crossed. You would both be hunted—an inevitability he couldn’t ignore. So, as much as the thought crossed his mind, he kept it buried, waiting for the right moment, for a solution that didn’t involve turning you.

If Esma was going to stand by idly, and if Jayce wouldn’t support his vision, then he’d find another way. He’d always found a way, even when the odds were against him.

—

As you opened the door to your apartment, balancing the grocery bags with one arm and cradling the kitten against your chest with the other, you felt a wave of surprise. Viktor was home. The sight of him—slumped over a mess of notes and calculations spread across the table—made you pause in the doorway. One of his old canes leaned against the table, and it seemed odd to see it there, considering he no longer needed it. For a brief moment, you wondered why he’d brought it out.

He looked up as you entered, narrowing his eyes at the small bundle in your arms before his gaze shifted to meet yours. A slight arch of his brow was the only clue to his thoughts as he set down his pen and pushed back from the table.

“I didn’t expect you to be home so early,” you said, smiling as you balanced yourself with the cane, holding the kitten protectively. “Did something happen?”

“Just needed a break from the lab,” he replied, his eyes flicking back down to the kitten. Viktor’s expression turned wary, like he was assessing whether the little creature was a threat to his carefully organized world. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, making it clear he had no intention of humoring you.

You knew exactly what he was about to say, and a small laugh escaped you even before he spoke.

“I hope you know,” he said, his voice dry and measured as he approached to take the bags from you, “this—” he gestured to the kitten with a sweep of his hand, “is not staying with us.”

As he turned toward the kitchen, you protested, quickening your pace to keep up with him. “But, Viktor—”

“No,” he replied firmly, without even looking back. His tone was clipped, like he was trying to cut the conversation short before it could escalate.

“But it’s just a little kitty,” you tried again, voice edging toward pleading. You caught up to him as he set the bags down on the counter, only for him to turn his attention fully to unpacking, meticulously ignoring you and the kitten in your arms.

“Nope,” he said resolutely, taking out the peaches and strawberries you’d bought. “It smells like garbage, and it probably has fleas.”

You opened your mouth to counter his argument, but he was focused, jaw set in that stubborn way you’d seen a thousand times before. Clearly, he was already committed to resisting the little stray, which made you all the more determined to convince him otherwise.

“I wanted to get shampoo for it and give it a bath before you got back,” you said softly. You could see the tiniest flicker of doubt cross his features, and for a split second, you felt victory within reach. All you needed was for him to look at the kitten, to really look at it. He’d give in; you knew he would. But he pointedly refused to glance in your direction, focusing instead on putting away the groceries with exaggerated precision, organizing everything as if to make a statement. You saw right through him—if he looked, he’d crumble.

The kitten mewed quietly, and you felt it shift in your arms, tiny paws kneading your chest as it settled in. You tried another angle, hoping to tug at his heartstrings just a little. “Viktor,” you murmured, taking a careful step forward. “It’s been through so much, and it’s all alone.” The kitten’s small, pleading gaze, paired with its soft purr, felt like the final weapon in your arsenal.

Still, Viktor held firm, refusing to look at you, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. “It’s not staying,” he muttered under his breath, his voice holding the slightest waver. You were almost certain you’d won until you took one step too far, misjudging your footing as your cane slipped slightly, and you nearly stumbled.

In an instant, Viktor’s entire demeanor shifted. He moved toward you, one hand steadying your arm while the other cupped your shoulder. Concern flickered across his features as he kept you steady, his eyes softening as he took in your unsteady stance. That was all the kitten needed. It wriggled between the two of you, nudging Viktor’s chest with its tiny head as it settled, looking up at him with round, hopeful eyes. You barely contained a smile as Viktor’s gaze shifted down at last, his resistance crumbling as he took in the sight of the little creature nestled so trustingly against him.

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you said softly, watching his expression carefully.

Viktor’s jaw tightened, and he tried to avert his eyes, but you could see the faintest flicker of softness there. His fingers twitched, as though he was fighting the urge to reach out and pet the kitten. “I’m…not getting attached to this,” he said, though even he didn’t seem convinced by his own words.

“Just look at it,” you urged gently. The kitten mewed again, reaching out one tiny paw toward him, and you could practically see his resolve shatter.

Finally, with a sigh of defeat, Viktor reached out, letting the kitten bat playfully at his fingers. It was hesitant at first, but his expression softened further with every gentle tap of its tiny paw. “Okay, fine,” he muttered, clearly already regretting his decision. “But if it’s staying, we’re taking it to the vet first thing in the morning. You might’ve already caught some disease from it.”

“It’s just a kitten, Viktor!” you laughed, thrilled he’d given in. He rolled his eyes, trying to hold onto a last shred of resistance.

“Yes, a kitten that probably picked up every germ imaginable from the streets,” he replied dryly. “So, yes, you can give it a bath, but for the love of God, make sure it’s…decontaminated first.”

You leaned in and kissed him quickly, barely able to contain your excitement. He softened under your touch, though he tried to keep his firm exterior, scoffing as he watched you disappear into the bathroom with the kitten in your arms.

“Viktor,” you called from the doorway, holding the kitten against your shoulder. “I don’t actually have shampoo for kittens...or flea shampoo.” You gestured to the little creature, who looked up at Viktor with an innocent gaze that only amplified its cuteness.

He sighed, glancing around the apartment like he was making a mental list of everything he’d need to do now. “Of course. Why would we have any?” He rubbed his forehead as if this was the biggest inconvenience he’d faced all week, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. His expression softened further as he saw you shifting uncomfortably, resting more weight on your good leg. “I’ll go get it. In the meantime, don’t let it destroy something,”

You gave him a grateful smile, and as he turned to grab his coat, you glanced down at the kitten, which looked up at you with wide eyes. “Now what are we going to call you?” you murmured, scratching under its chin.

Viktor paused in the doorway, seemingly lost in thought. “If it’s going to stay, it needs a proper name. How about…Hippocrates?” His lips twitched, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “After all, it’s a sickly little thing.”

You laughed, glancing back at the kitten. “Hippocrates, huh?” you repeated, testing the name aloud. The kitten meowed softly, its head tilting slightly as if considering the suggestion.

“Or perhaps Galen, if that suits it better,” Viktor continued, watching you both. His teasing softened into something almost affectionate as he watched you gently stroke the kitten’s head.

“Galen?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “We’re not naming a kitten after a physicist or medic, Viktor.”

He shrugged, trying to act indifferent. “It’s fitting. Cats are clever. Plus, he’d have a namesake in someone who actually contributed something.”

“Of course you’d think that,” you teased. “But I think something softer might be better. He’s just a baby, after all.” The kitten nestled against your chest, and, overcome with affection, you leaned down to kiss it. But Viktor’s hand shot out, stopping you mid-gesture. “Oh my God, please don’t.” His voice was filled with exasperation, but his smile gave him away. “Just—no, not until it’s had a bath.”

Rolling your eyes with a smirk, you relented. “Fine, fine.” You set the kitten down for a moment, rummaging in the kitchen for a bowl. You filled it with a bit of milk, placing it carefully on the floor for the kitten. As it took a few tentative laps, you watched with an amused smile. “See? Perfectly harmless.”

But Viktor only shook his head and muttered, “Harmless until it brings half the city’s fleas into our home.”

After he left for the store, you found yourself alone with it, who had finished the milk and was now wandering around the apartment, taking in its new surroundings with wide, curious eyes. You chuckled as it stumbled over its own feet, scurrying from one corner of the room to the other. It barely stayed still for a second before darting off in a different direction, its tiny paws pattering across the floor.

It was small but feisty, its little legs carrying it in wild circles across the floor, making you laugh as it zigzagged around the table legs and even launched itself up onto the couch.

Soon, though, its darting turned into a full-on sprint. The kitten, barely the size of one of Viktor’s books, dashed around the room, bouncing off furniture in a flurry of energy. It dashed toward the corner, where Viktor’s old cane rested against the wall by the table. Just as you turned to stop it, the kitten collided with the cane in a sudden burst of motion, and you winced, hoping it hadn’t hurt itself. But the kitten sprang back unharmed, while the cane wobbled, tilted, and then fell to the floor with a clatter.

To your surprise, the small metal cap rolled off the cane, clinking as it spun away. It was followed by several small vials that scattered across the floor, their faint glow unmistakable even in the dim light of the room. You froze, staring at the small glass vials, recognizing the vibrant, unmistakable hue of Shimmer.

For a second, you couldn’t move.

You crouched down, heart pounding, to get a better look, wondering if you’d somehow imagined it. But no; there they were and the kitten, oblivious, had already moved on, pouncing at a stray piece of paper on the floor.

[carlsworldsworld]

Fren I don’t even watch Twd but pls anything with negan rick grimes or Daryl Dixon I beg

A/n: girl dw I got you I chose Rick and smut if that’s fine with you. Also this was written on my phone so I am so sorry abt the Grammer

Stress relief

Rick Grimes x fem!reader

Summary: You help out Rick when he needed some stress relief lucky for the BITH of you Rosita and Carl aren’t home.

When Ricks group first came to Alexandria you welcomed them all with a warm smile. When you first saw Rick you couldn’t keep your eyes off him you just couldn’t help it. You let your eyes wander down to his hands which were all veiny and you couldn’t help it as you clenched your thighs together.

“Y/N did you even hear me” You looked up at Jessie. “No what were you saying?” You asked looking at her as she rolled her eyes. “Rick, Carl, and Rosita will be staying with you because you don’t have roommates.” She said walking off before you could protest.

“Right this way” you said leading then to your house. The entire way there you could feel someone staring at you. You showed them their showers and rooms, once you were done you got into the shower.

It’s been six months since that day. You knew it was wrong because of how much older he was but you couldn’t help it your growing feelings for Rick Grimes.

( time skip to about 8 months after they met because I’m to lazy to write it all out)

Today was your day off, you got to lay back and relax. Rick had the complete opposite he was sent on missions then after that having guard duty, he envied you. Once he got home you looked at him from the couch “jeez you’re a mess” you paused “where’s Carl and Rosita?”

You looked at the door as if they were gonna walk in. “They’re at hilltop trying to help them with crops and kind of got stuck” Rick said walking over to the kitchen as he explained but before he could open it you stopped him.

“I don’t think so” you looked up at him “first take a shower and clean yourself up then you can eat” he rolled his eyes “fine” he walked upstairs and you went back to sitting on the couch. About 20 minutes later you hear the shower turn off. Rick walked downstairs with just a pair of pants no shirt.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes slid down his body biting your lip when you looked up at his face you saw he was already looking at you and you felt yourself blush. You couldn’t help but notice that he had shaved.

“Do you think you can cook? I practically cook like Carl” he said breaking the awkward tension in the room. “Yea sure I was about to cook dinner anyway” you said getting off the couch, you didn’t even notice when your pajama shorts slightly rose up exposing a tiny bit of the bottom of your butt cheek.

You felt Rick’s gaze on you as you walked into the kitchen. You felt Rick slide behind you going into the kitchen you couldn’t help but shiver. You felt his breath against your neck. “You know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone? Hm” he said pressing into your backside making your hip press harshly against the counter making you let out a small whimper.

He turned you around so you were facing him. “Rick wai-“ before you could finish Rick cut you off “if you want me to stop I’ll stop and just leave you here”

You bit your lip and then answered “then do it” as soon as you said his lips were on yours, picking you up and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed your butt on the island unbuttoning your pajama shirt and pulling it off.

As quickly as he started pulling off your shirt he pulled off his then the rest of both of your clothes. Before he did anything else he stopped to admire you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” you blushed at his words. He walked between your legs kissing you again. Without warning he thrusted into you hard. Making you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.

He paused as he bottomed out his face buried in your neck letting out small moans and planting kisses on your neck. You were panting and letting out small whimpers into his neck as you were trying to accommodate his size.

He grabbed your face making you look at him “are you okay Y/N?” He looked at you with a bit of concern in his face. “I’m fine” you said giving him a small kiss and wiggling your hips urging him to move.

He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you causing you to let out a loud moan throwing your head back. He started a ruthless pace his head dropped into your neck him letting out loud moans and you letting out whimpers and moans occasionally.

He let out a lewd moan as he felt you clench around him “fuck I’m close are you” he whispered in your ear speeding up “yes” you whimpered into his neck letting out a loud moan into his neck as you came Rick not far behind. He groaned loudly as he spilt himself into you to far gone to even realize what he just did. After cleaning you both up he lied down in bed with you cuddling up against you. Both of you falling asleep.

A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this is bad and kinda short I’ve never rlly written smut before so I am so sorry😭😭 also do y’all maybe want a part 2?

[taki-yaki]

Sorry if this is random or comes at a time where you already have a lot of requests, but how do you think Astarion would react to a Tav who has to take care of/raise their younger sibling and has been trying to get back to them in Baldur's Gate the entire journey?

Hi anon, dw I don’t have too many requests atm. I usually get around 2 or 3 at most, sometimes they take a while since I’m usually trying to think of ideas for requests or just busy doing irl things.

But the idea of Astarion having to deal with a Tav with a younger sibling is unique. Also since I’m the youngest sibling in my family, I’ve got some personal tip bits to add.

Astarion x Tav w/ Younger Sibling Headcanons

Astarion usually thought charming another for protection was nothing but a simple task. Go in compliment them, say a few of his favourite lines and then his protection is secured.

But having to deal with your younger sibling is a factor he had not accounted for. Not that he had an issue with you having a sibling, but more of the fact of how much they intervened.

Whenever it seemed you had some time to yourself in the late evenings, when your sibling was ‘presumably’ asleep, he would attempt to make some moves on you, whether it was with some flirting or teasing. When it seemed that he would make some sort of progress with your relationship, the little imp would seemingly appear from nowhere to start asking all sorts of questions.

“What are you doing?, Can I join in? Why do you have white hair, Why are your teeth so sharp?”.

He would try and keep his distance from the child early on. Choosing to forget the last time he was near a child, forced to be reminded of the monster he was that night. The shouts of battle and the screams of the children he dragged away. So why would this one see him as nothing but a heroic adventure after all he only killed a couple of goblins with ease.

When the child discovers that he’s a vampire, along with the rest of the group. But rather than running away in fear, they seem to only be more fascinated by him. 

Of course, they make for a great night's entertainment, with the antics they get up to either blabbing on about the gossip they picked up or saying who they think is your new crush. Being perceptive of others. 

“I’ve heard Tav has been talking with the wizard man”

“Hmm and what have they been saying little one, will you lend me an ear?”

“Some stuff about how strong the strong red lady is, they think she’s foxy, but she doesn’t look like one”

Snickering to himself over the naive comments that they make.

The only moments of peace that he gets with you are when he’s out with you away from camp to help with fights. Leaving the child at camp with Halsin or Wyll to keep watch over them often. 

However, during the fray of one battle, a shrill voice pulled Astarion out of the chaos of battle. The little brat had snuck outside of camp mainly from all the stories that Karlach and Wyll had told them probably, wanting to see their older sibling in battle for themselves.

As they attempt to run over to their sibling, a Gnoll attempts to strike them down, seeing them as nothing but an easy target. Still, he didn’t know what came over him at that moment, either it was to atone for what he did for those gur children or just a gut reaction, he quickly rushed between them, taking the brute of the hit and protecting them, before swiftly knocking the gnoll out.

After the dust had settled, checking them over for any injuries, Tav approached Astaion, 

“I didn’t expect you to be the heroic sort after saving my sibling from doing something so stupid. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Well I can be surprising at times darling, if anything happened to the brat, then you would have been glum about it” before turning his head aside and muttering “And I didn’t want you to see you sad is all”.

Soon after that event, the tyke would badger him even more, seeing him as an idol of sorts. At first, he is miffed by this. But soon leans into it after seeing them attempt to mimic his roguish ways, teaching him how to lockpick chests among other things, which would lead to him being scolded by Tav. 

Although he would find their antics to be bothersome at first, he would eventually learn to grow a soft spot for them and a great deal of respect, with the patience you have for them, even when they’re troublesome, it reminds him of his “siblings”, even when they would give you grief, they would still be there to help in any way they can.

[ja3hwa]

Hey!!!! First of all, I’d like to say that you are probably one of my favorite fic writers out here and I’m always so excited to read your fics! I would like to submit something for the sleepover party (it’s my first time so I hope I’m doing this right). I wanted to ask for a Yunho or Wooyoung (you pick) x reader where they’re watching her favorite movie, like Romeo and Juliet or Pirates of the Caribbean, and the reader is so entranced she’s mouthing all the lines. The Ateez member notice, and it turns him on, like a lot, to see her so passionate about the movie. Right before the characters kiss on screen, he quotes the lines back to her, to her surprise, (he learnt it just for this), and then kisses her, and the two start having passionate sex…. Is that okay? Or is this too complicated? If it is, Dw!!! (Sorry I wrote so much 😅)

Thank youu baby, for the send, hehe. I'm gonna be honest with you i haven't seen pirates of the Caribbean, but i have seen a few different types of Romeo and juliet plays. But I've never watched the films of it, ahhah. Also, i picked Yuyu cause I'm down bad for actor yunho ahah

But let's imagine...

Yunho is leaning back along the couch his left arm draped over the cushions, and the other resting on your lower back drawing shapes lightly on your exposed skin. His legs were spread wide, his thigh leaning snugly against your crossed legs. Your eyes are glued to the screen as you watched your favorite version of Romeo and Juliet for what seems like the millionth time.

This was only Yunho's second time watching it—well as fair as you knew—. He had secretly watched a few scenes over and over to remember the lines. Specifically, the love confession. He knew how much of a romantic you were, so when you asked to watch it, he was thrilled to watch it with you so he could put his plan into action.

His eyes were stuck on you, watching the way you smiled or how you mouthed the words softly. Your eyebrows knotted when a character kissed another. Or how your face turned red when someone said a flirtatious line. You were so smitten for romance. And then, as the scene starts, Yunho can't help but grin.

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon, I swear. That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—"

Your head whipped so quickly that you swore it almost snapped. Your eyes were wide, and your throat went dry. Yunho's smile only grew, his legs spreading wider. "What shall I swear by?"

Your lips quivered a tear building on the corner of your eye. "If my heart's dear love—"

His hand that was playing with your back now slowly snaked around your waist, sitting up to tug you slowly towards him. You let him manhandle you until you were perched on his right thigh. "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

He whispered that line, his lips so close to yours, and then you finally responded. Your fingers lacing into his loose shirt, "What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." You could feel his hot breath on your face. His hands gripped your ass slightly, grinding your body forward so your chest was flushed against his. You had forgotten the movie entirely now as you leaned in to seal your lips against his own. Your mouths move in sync like a play only the two of you can perform. Your hands, dance along one another, feeling every curve and imperfection. Neither of you could tell when or how clothes were lost or how Yunho ended up on top of you. But as the movie drew to a climax, he made sure you did too. Sunk so beautiful on his cock, he listened to your moans like his favorite song.

His thrusts, were so gentle, so moving. Like he spoke words of endearment without his voice. His fingers laced with yours, as his lips kiss any part of your skin. “My Romeo.” You’d whisper.

“My Juliet,” He murmured back.

-

anywayyss hehe. I hope you like this. I tried making it more of a poetic thingy i dont't know. but also thank you for sending in an asks again. ♡♡♡

[muffinsin]

Hi muffin, I just had another chaotic thought that i needed to ask before i forgot again if thats ok.

So readers gone out into the village for something, weather that be for maid duties or getting something for the girls, and on her way back to the castle she sees a lycan stalking her or chasing her so she runs back to the castle.

Once readers back from her trip, one of the sisters ask how it was n reader mentions the lycan encounter. Naturally the sisters concerned, but reader just says ‘dw i pegged it’ but the sisters unfamiliar with the term and think readers like actual pegged a lycan instead of just running away from it. How do you think the sisters would react to reader saying this?

-Deluded anon

Also hows your day been so far? 😁

Absolutely XP some comical fluffiness again after the recent angst!🫶

My day’s been long, but all right! Thank you. How has yours been? :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

She doesn’t at all know the expression

Though, to be fair, until recently she didn’t even know what “pegging” was

She’s feeling quite disgusted when you say it

I mean, not only did you do such a vile thing with someone other than her, but a lycan?

A wild mutant?

A mutt??

At first, Bela doesn’t voice her question, though keeps shooting you odd looks

She can’t help but wonder- why? And how?

She knows how difficult it is to wrestle one, after all, from the few encounters she’s had with lycans in the past

And then, of course, there’s the question as to why, even after you manage to get one in such an…odd position

Did you negotiate?

And what did you use?

You frown as you notice Bela look you up and down multiple times throughout the day

Did you truly take it from behind? Or use your fingers?

Bela is too horrified at the thought of you with such a beast to ask

And how would you even come to such an understanding?

Did you find the damn thing? Have you done such a thing before?

She also feels a little hurt, though refuses for it to show

Why wouldn’t you pick her for such things?

Why choose a lycan when you have a beautiful, sensitive girlfriend that would, despite preferring it at the front, not at all be opposed to feeling you break in her ass?

Eventually though, with a frown and a small pout she tries to keep hidden, she asks

“Why would you peg a lycan?”

She frowns adorably when you begin laughing at her

This certainly is no laughing matter! She stomps her foot angrily, and it only makes you laugh harder

“What!”, she shrieks

Still, when she is guided on sit on the bed and feels your hands set on her shoulders, she relaxes again

“What gives you that idea, sweet girl?”, you can’t help but ask. Your words from hours ago are already long forgotten

“Well, you’ve said so. When you returned from the market”, she states sharply

Again, it brings a small chuckle from you

She raises an eyebrow, and you quickly cut it out when you realise she is starting to feel mocked and is beginning to lose her patience

As your fingers squeeze her shoulders though, she relaxes again and even sighs softly

“It’s just an expression, a term. I meant I ran for my life from the damn thing”, you explain with a small kiss pressed to the tip of her head

She’s blushing now, flustered at her own mistake

She…isn’t aware of such terms, or any slang from the outside, really

Never has she heard someone use it before

“Oh…!”, she hums

You can’t help but grin as her cheeks burn up again when you cup and smudge them

She watches you, slightly annoyed as you pinch her cheeks, then gasps at your words

“Don’t you worry, Bela, you’re the only good girl getting pegged around here”, you tease

She gasps loudly, and for a moment you laugh as she swarms away

You know, she’s going to return what that fierce blush is gone

Cassandra

Cassandra is immediately on you when you return to the castle and slam the heavy doors shut behind you

You’re panting, and laughing, and for a moment she thinks you’ve gone nuts when you throw yourself against her

She watches with wide eyes as you laugh and press a small blade to her hand

“For you! I got it as a present for you”, you say with a large grin

You’re still attempting to catch your breath as she inspects the beautiful blade

She grins too now

It’ll look beautiful as a part of her collection! It’s sharp, and has a black-greenish blade

It looks custom made, almost

The handle is beautiful

She already knows, she will use this weapon only on the soft flesh of maidens!

Only the finest for a weapon of this exquisite!

She is pulled out of her daydreaming, however, as she takes in your smell

You reek of sweat, and a lycan

Immediately, she cups your face to inspect you for injuries as you laugh

“Are you okay?! What happened?! I leave you alone for a damn hour!”, she curses

You only smile and shrug

“Don’t worry, I pegged it”

In an instant, Cassandra pulls back, a grimace of disgust on her face

You what?

Pegged. A lycan?

She resists the urge to make a gagging sound

Why on earth would you do such a thing?

Now, while Cassandra is aware that the beasts have a sex drive she wouldn’t have ever expected you to participate in such things with them!

Aside from this, she feels an emotion she is all too familiar with: Jealousy

How could you do such a thing with a beast when you’ve got her!

You’re all hers! And she’s all yours!

Now, of course you haven’t…asked her to take her like that yet

And naturally, she hasn’t offered

But this?! This is enraging!

“Why the fuck would you do that?!”, she asks angrily. You merely look confused

What? You’re no stranger to Cassandra’s temper, but even this seems uncalled for

“Why’d you do that! I’m here!” She can’t help but shriek. Her cheeks burn up at the last part of the sentence

With a stupid, happy smile on your face you cup her warm cheeks

“Cass, you realise I didn’t literally peg a lycan, do you?”

She looks confused at this

But- you said!

“It’s a term. I just ran away from the damn thing”, you laugh

“From the outside?”, she asks, and you hum to confirm this

Her cheeks only feel warmer underneath your fingertips

“Oh…”, she answers, her eyes not finding yours

You can’t help but smirk at the bit of information revealed to you

Cassandra gasps in shock when she suddenly feels your arm around her waist and your hand cup her thick ass cheek tightly

She shrieks when it’s groped and your warm breath hits her neck as you talk

“I had no idea you wanted me to peg you, Cassie. Well, turn around!”, you joke stupidly with another squeeze of her clothed ass

She rolls her eyes, a small growl passing her lips as she pushes her gloved hands against your front. You grin at the bright pink colour of her cheeks

“Stop that, you pest!”

Daniela

She’s so worried when she sees you return all sweaty and out of breath

“My love! Are you alright?!”

Immediately, you have a clingy bug mutant push up against you and inspect you for wounds

Luckily, there are none, even as your lungs burn with the need to breathe

Her cold skin feels wonderful against your warm one! She giggles when you wrap your arms around her and cuddle her close like a teddy bear

“Oh! That reminds me! I brought you something! I hope the lycan didn’t make me drop it…”, you hum

Immediately, she straightens up and looks at you

WHAT?!

“A lycan?!”, she shrieks

With a small, shy smile, you tell her of how you were chased back to the castle

As her eyes widen and she frowns with worry, you’re quick to assure her

“Don’t worry, my love. I pegged it”, you coo

This only has her golden eyes widen more, though. Then, she frowns

You tilt your head in confusion as she pouts. She looks almost…hurt

Daniela knows what pegging is. Just, not in this context

She assumes your words are to be understood quite literally, and it brings tears to her eyes

But…you’re her lover

And she’s yours

Why’d you cheat on her? With a lycan no less!

An animal!

A mutt!

An actual monster! With no personality whatsoever!

Why wouldn’t you come to her with such a thing!

You know, she’s allowing you to do such a thing to her!

Daniela doesn’t notice she is crying until you cup her cheeks and shush her lovingly

“What’s wrong, Dani?”

You sound so sweet, so concerned

It only makes her cry harder. She loves you!

Don’t you love her? Is she wrong yet again?

“W-Why?”, she chokes out between tears. It seems they don’t ever stop

You only look confused and hold up the necklace retrieved from your pocket

Daniela hasn’t even noticed it yet. It’s…beautiful, with a green, tiny gemstone attached to it

“I-don’t know I thought you’d like it! I can return it if you don’t like it!”, you’re quick to assure her

She only tilts her head in confusion

What?

She shakes her head, and despite the pain she feels, allows you to pull her in your arms

“Why’d you peg the lycan?”, she asks, her voice small

You force yourself not to laugh at your sweet, naive girlfriend

“Baby…”

She looks up at you, teary, golden eyes finding yours

“Yes?”

“I didn’t literally peg it. I just ran from it. It’s just something you say”, you explain as best as you can

She’s confused

“Why?”

“I’m not sure”, you shrug. “Some sayings don’t really make sense but we still use them. Like, bittersweet. How can it be both?”

She seems to think about this

“A sugar covered lemon is bittersweet”, she hums

Daniela giggles at your bewildered expression

“You’re right!”, you gasp, and she giggles, her worries already forgotten again

[detectivereads]

Darkwing Duck F.O.W.L. Play by Amanda Deibert

10/5

This post is for fan entertainment, I’m not being paid.

As it obvious, I am huge Batman fan, he is my favorite hero and is the best hero in my opinion.

Granted when I was kid, I didn’t connect the dots that Darkwing Duck was a parody of Batman until I was much older. I always liked Darkwing, and when I could, I would try to catch his cartoon.

But now that I am older and stepping back and looking at Darkwing from a distance I loved this hero almost as much as Batman. For Darkwing his rouge gallery is just like Batman is enormous, and you can draw parallels to Batman.

Also, Darkwing has some amazing sidekicks like Gosalyn Mallard and Launchpad McQuack

OK on to the comic!

Behold on the roof tops stands a lone figure, the silent knight of St. Canard, he is the lone lego block that is under the bare foot of villainy, there stands…. Darkwing Duck (*cue thunderclap*).

In the first chapter of this comic, Darkwing is being honor by the city of St. Carnard for all his heroic deeds, but the celebration is stop by Darkwing Duck most electric criminal MegaVolt.

Megavolt is using his power over electricity to control the people who are in attendance, with their cellphones.

So, Darkwing and the crew has to use their heads to stop Megavolt and not really do any damage to the mindless citizen.

The next chapter Drake Mallard takes Gosalyn to the newly open toyshop, after her help with Megavolt, Dark thinks it’s time for Gosalyn to do some normal kid stuff. After shopping around a bit Drake and company comes across the Darkwing Duck toys. But they come alive and well as the rest of the toys, who would crazy enough to make evil toys?? The evil toy master Quackerjack has come out to play.

These next two chapters are like part 1 and part two that it centers around one villain, and we are introduces the lovely mistress of spells Morgana. Drake explains to her that he wants to hang up the cape, Gosalyn needs a stable normal life, and Drake wants Morgana to join him.

(*INSANE FANGIRL SQUEALING)

I kid you not I thought these two were perfect together when I was watching the cartoon growing up. When Drake said that I couldn’t even think of words on how happy I was.

With some objections from her family, Morgana join Drake and Gosalyn in St. Carnard.

Drake is having trouble adjusting to his new life as a working stiff, he misses being Darkwing. He has a very bad presentation at Gosalyn school where Morgana has to go and pick him up.

But throughout the chapter, vines have started to take over places in St. Carnard, with the vines now taking over Gosalyn’s school. Morgana and Drake team up to be the pruning shears of justice, and now it’s them against the floral menace Bushroot.

Ok I wanted to say this, has there ever been an issue of Batman where Bats goes to a day spa, that is not linked to a case. For health and pampering.

This next villain wasn’t one of my favorites growing up.

DW and Lanchpad are at the spa to get some pampering done, since having three super criminals and a small spat with your girlfriend’s family in a close time frame. A superhero needs to think about their health.

When relaxing in the pool, DW notices a familiar statue of the liquidity villain Liquidator.

Now I did enjoy this chapter, but Liquidator wasn’t really one of my favorite villains like Bushroot or Quackerjack. If I remember the episode, he was a salesperson before he turned into the Liquidator.

However, I did like this chapter because it wasn’t just DW and LP having issues with a villain.

Gosalyn and Honker in support of their favorite principal who what being let go, they stage a walkout in support of the old principal. But this new principal plays dirty, he installs candy machines in the school and Gosalyn and the other kids are quick to support the new principal.

However, these candies are mind controlling candies and the kids are quickly ready to pummel Darkwing with dodgeballs. Only one person is able to organize this kind of hostile takeover, the evil organization F.O.W.L.

The last chapter is one heck of a fight between Darkwing and his team and the villains and Negaduck. I like the setting where the big fight takes place, at a carnival.

Darkwing duck is a hero that is near and dear to me. I am so excited that he got a resurgence and all the comics that are coming out. I have some high hopes that we get more stuff for the cape crusader.

[novelcain]

*visibly SHAKING* MAFIA MAMA LMK Reader!!!!! 😭

Mk is her baby boy now, (NO it doesn’t fucking matter if he’s a Teen or adult! HE’S HER BABY!)

I could totally see her being a Normal civilian at first before she met Dragonhead Wukong (did I use that right?) so most people think she’s all innocent and dainty.. until someone says something about Mk in her presence.. I don’t think even she knows when she mentally adopted him.

Reader: THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY SON!?!? *grabs Macaroni’s gun (he was already holding it out for her.. he’s seen this shit happen before, and he’s loving it. It’s hilarious.)

Mk: 🥹 Mama’s so cool.

The unfortunate soul: *Is suddenly VERY aware this woman knowingly joined the troop of the infamous Sun Wukong during the start of their relationship* W-Wait, I d-didn’t mean it.

Reader: Too late! NOBODY TALKS SHIT ABOUT MY BABY!! *shoots him in the butt when he tries running away*

Wukong: 😍 Marry me~

Reader: Darling we’ve been through this, I spent nearly two YEARS planning our wedding. We are NOT moving up the date again!!! 😑

Wukong: .. fine… 🥺

🎃~

(Lol you 2 seemed to be on the same wave length so I figured you wouldn't mind me throwing you in the same room so to speak. djvwdvbwnv omg and you're both orange!)

Omg, pumpkin, I love the thought of Reader just being a normal civilian before meeting Dragonhead Wukong (dw love you usin it right) and the idea of reader patching up mk is so cute, orange.

I'm imagining a slightly different scenario:

MK and you had plans to go to lunch together to discuss his part in the wedding. You both thought it was a lovely day and since the café was close by you both decided to walk there. However, you wish you had just taken a cab now. 

You were being manhandled at the back of the alley by one man while MK was fighting three others near the entrance to the alleyway. 

MK didn't want anything bad to happen to you, and while he was focused on you, he got taken by surprise and got hit over the head with a steel pipe. As you watched him fall limp to the ground, you saw red. You couldn't care less for your own safety anymore. Your boy was hurt. And watching the three thugs stomp on MK while he struggled to shield himself in the fetal position made you snap. You shoved off the thug holding you by the hair and reached into your purse to pull out the small handgun Wukong had insisted you keep on you at all times. 

You whipped around and jumped as you shot the gangster that was holding you point blank in the head. You then turned your attention back to the triads beating MK. You were shaking but kept your firearm trained on them regardless. They looked taken aback by your retaliation. They were under the impression that you were just some regular girl Wukong picked off the streets and not someone capable of shooting a man in the face with almost no reaction. True, you were shaking, but your face looked so blank. You were wide eyed and slack jawed like you weren't even in control of your own actions anymore. 

One of the thugs almost immediately snapped out of his shock and went to grab his gun out of his suit only to get shot in the neck as soon as he moved. The other two flinched and one went to run but you quickly shot him in the back around his center mass, and the other went to grab his gun but was sucked into a shadow on the ground before he could. 

You were still in shock and had your gun still raised expecting the man to pop out in front of you at any second. You shakily looked around for any sign of the man and just as you were about to lower your weapon you felt a hand grab your shoulder. 

"AH!" You yelped and ripped away from the person before turning and firing with your eyes closed at where you assumed the person's head would be. 

You slowly opened your eyes to see if you got the last man only to see Macaque standing there with a clenched fist in front of his face. 

"W-Wha—" You found yourself unable to complete your sentence. 

"Nice shot," Macaque opened his fist and the bullet you fired dropped from it, "But maybe don't shoot the handsome demon that came to rescue his nephew and future sister-in-law." 

"I-I—" 

"No need to thank me I was just—" 

"MK!" You cut off the monkey mid-sentence and immediately ran to MK who was trying to get up. While you were distracted, you missed Macaque mumbling something about being forgotten after you tried to shoot him in the face. "Don't move, MK! J-Just stay down and rest for a bit." 

You carefully grabbed MK and pulled him down to sit with you, placing your gun on the ground next to you so you could direct him to rest his head on your lap. Once he relaxed into your grasp, you brushed through his hair and flinched when you felt a warm wetness on your fingertips. You gently turned his head to check the wound only to find that it was already healing itself. 

You let out a sign of relief as Macaque crouched down beside you to get a look at his student. After a quick glance, he realized that MK had already passed out in your arms, so he directed his question to you. 

"How's he doing?" Macaque asked softly, not wanting to startle you again. 

"I think he'll be okay." 

"Of course, he will be... and you?" 

"I'll... I'll be okay." 

There was a moment of silence within the alley way as you tried to calm down while Macaque quietly glanced over you to see if there were any injuries. 

"Let's get you two back to Wukong." 

"Y-Yeah." 

Macaque then stood up and walked around to get behind MK before reaching down and carefully picking him up, trying not to jostle him too much lest you turn your momma bear rage on him. 

He stood up once more with MK and directed you towards the closest wall where he opened a shadow portal. He was about to enter but stopped when he heard you speak up. 

"Hey, Macaque?" 

"Hm?" 

"Is that guy still alive? The one you took." 

Macaque paused. 

"For now." 

"Good. He's the one who hit MK over the head. I didn't get to repay him for that yet." You walked past Macaque with a stone-cold look in your eyes. 

Macaque stood there in shock for half a moment before letting out a dark chuckle and following you through the portal. After Macaque went through with MK, the shadow portal warped before enveloping the entire alleyway. When it receded, any evidence that something happened there disappeared without a trace. Not even the blood splatter remained. 

Macaque walked into the condo and set MK down on the couch and you walked over to check on MK one more time. When you were certain he’d be okay and would probably wake up soon, you turned your attention back to Macaque. 

“Take me to that man. I wanna be back before MK wakes up.” 

A sinister grin stretched across the macaque’s face as he made eye contact with you. Your face spoke of nothing but malicious intent. 

"You're becoming crueler every day, little girl. Welcome to the family~." 

I'll be putting this on ao3 since I have more to add to it that I don't feel like writing rn so I'll just make a second chapter.

Here's the link incase you wanna look out for the second chapter. 😋

[afterhourswjay]

Hey, I've been struggling with my depression lately, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to do something for Hawks, Mirio, and Aizawa (seperate) comforting someone with depression? Thanks🥺

You and me both, bestie/lh I gotchu a pick-me-up dw!! (at least, I hope it is), and I hope you start feeling better soon 😊😃💗

Dried tears, and gentle waves

The reader is struggling with their depression. How does their boyfriend help them out?

characters: hawks, mirio, aizawa my requests are open. i'm also open to chatting, if you don't feel comfortable sending in a request :3 warnings: slight angst but this is going to be mostly fluff

Hawks || Keigo Takami

no matter how good you are at masking the symptoms of your depression, kei will always know when your struggling

usually he'll wait for you to talk to him, and support you to the best of his ability until you do

sometimes, tho, he'll gently probe you for answers. generally a quiet 'how're you doing, songbird?' or 'do you want to talk about it, chickadee??'

if/when you don't feel like chatting, or if your in non-verbal mode, he won't try to force you to talk. instead he'll do things according to your love language to show you how much he cares, and how much you mean to him

he'll 100% chat to you tho. he'll ask you if you want a hug and, if you nod that its ok to touch you, he'll wrap you up in his arms and wings. he'll ask if he can give you a smooch and, again if you nod that he can, he'll leave a big one on your forehead nows not the time for being intimate

he'll then gather up your favorite snacks, using some of his feathers to take them to the couch. meanwhile, he makes sure your in comfy clothes, and then burritos you up, carrying you to the couch before plunking the two of you down and starting up your favorite shows and movies

if/when your ready to talk, he's all ears. he's engrossed in your conversation, providing the perfect mix of hummed and verbal responses that slowly helps relax you

he doesn't judge you for any of your negative emotions. the last thing he'd ever want to do is make you feel like you can't come to him when your not ok

if you tell him you've been struggling with thoughts of hurting yourself, he'll work with you to try to find not only solutions but to also help you with implementing preventative measures against it too

Mirio Togata

the first thing you did when you and mirio started dating was to make sure that the two of you were 110% on the same page

that meant that you both had to open up about stuff that was kinda uncomfortable to talk about

and one of those things that you told him about was that you struggled all your life with depression

once you told him the general pattern of how your depression goes, the two of you both brainstormed ideas on how to best help you out

what you two came up with was: when mirio first notices you in an episode of depression (generally on the tail end of it), he'll ask you questions that are easily answered via nods and shakes of your head - so no questions along the lines of 'how was your day?'

usually to help you out, mirio will guide you to his dorm (after the school day, of course) where the two of you will cuddle together on his bed

you usually will take a little nap with mirio finishing up some school work and making sure his bag is all ready for the next day

then he'll gently wake you up, get you some food - usually consisting of your favorite fruits and veggies along with a small bag of chips, and then he'll make a nest of blankets on his bed where you two can cuddle back up and watch a couple of shows before curfew

once curfew is close to closing in, he'll walk you back to your dorm, where he'll make sure you have everything ready for the next day for school, and will also make sure your all set for the night

with that he'll give you a good night kiss with your permission, and then you'll part with a promise to hang out the next day

Shota Aizawa

sho is very perceptive

you can't really hide anything from him, even if you really wanted to

he's quick to ask you whats up

if you decide telling him is best, then he'll help you to the best of his ability. he is a hero after all

if you simply want him to just exist in the moment with you, then he'll do that

he'll try his best to cook your favorite meal for you, but he's not the greatest cook

if your simply feeling like eating some of your favorite take away food, then he'll gladly order some of all your favorites

while the two of you are eating, he'll ask you whats going on

he won't allow you to make any self deprecating remarks

he'll gently, but firmly let you know that he loves you and that your a very strong and capable person

that while it sucks that you've had to go through so much, you've grown so much and that because of that he has full confidence in your ability to also get through this little rough patch

besides, he's here if you ever need any help

and the 3 cats love you unconditionally and don't like it when your sad

somehow they always know when you and sho aren't feeling well, be it physically or mentally. as such, their all over you

the second you lay down on the bed in you and sho's shared room, there's one laying in your lap, on your chest right up against your chin and one on your stomach

all three are purring like little noise generators

sho makes sure your all comfy with a blanket over your body two of the cats like being under the blankets

[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Naela realizes she can’t trust everyone in the acting business. Somehow the only person who makes her feel safe is a man she met yesterday.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Not edited, maybe I will eventually. Some angst, deception, and crying. Once again, this man makes up for it dw.

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue

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CHAPTER TWO -- TRAPPED

Naela had never been a morning person. Her mother often told stories about how grumpy she was even on Christmas morning. Needless to say, she would have to get used to waking up before the sun.

Looking at the time as she turned off her alarms, she realized she knew only one other person who was awake at this time every morning. She was thinking about her mother a lot last night after talking with Pedro.

In hopes to seek some comfort, Naela called her mom, who answered after the first ring.

“Buenos días, Mija!” Naela clearly didn’t take after her mom in that regard.

“Buenos días, mamá,” she muttered weakly, still basking in the warmth of her bed.

“How is Columbia? Is it everything Abluela said it was?” She chuckled lightly.

“All I’ve seen so far are the walls of my trailer,” she yawned, making her mother laugh harder.

“Pobrecita. Send me some pictures, okay? I have to open this morning.” Naela’s brow furrowed at her statement.

“Where is Sebastian?” She counted on her older brother to be there for her mom since she couldn’t.

“Oh, he’s closing for me now. I can’t see well at night anymore, especially when I’m driving.” Her mothers tone told her not to worry, so she didn’t.

“Okay, mama. Te amo.”

“Te amo mucho, mija.” Naela sighed as she let her phone fall against the pillow. Making her get out of bed at this hour had to be a crime. To her surprise, the silence was short lived as her phone began to ring. oAfter a few moments of hyping herself up, she finally pulled herself out of bed, taking the comforter with her. She groggily clambered into the living space and stopped at the coffee machine. After rubbing her eyes, she could finally read the labels on the coffee pods they had on display. It almost seemed wrong not to choose Columbian Roast, so she plucked the pod out of the chamber and put it directly in the top of the coffee machine. She quickly picked a mug and started brewing her first cup of many coffees she would need during this shoot.

Once it was finished, she withdrew to the pull out couch and sipped her coffee while she watched the sun rise for a bit. She tried to check her social media, but the spotty service was not having it. After she felt conscious enough, she threw on a t-shirt and shorts, since it was just a table reading for the day.

Once she was ready, she started making her way to the studio. It was much cooler with the sun still creeping over the horizon. At first, she thought she was the first one up, since it was so quiet, but once she got halfway to the door, she heard her name.

“Naela!” This time is didn’t annoy her, it actually brought a smile to her face. She stopped in her tracks and turned to face the man jogging toward her. “Did you sleep well last night?” he continued, starting to walk with her at a slow pace.

“I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow,” she admitted, giggling.

He beamed back at her, “Yes, me too. I don’t remember going to sleep— one minute I’m watching latenight telenovelas and the next it’s six am,” he adds jokingly.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what channel that is because I can only call my mom with my phone right now." They laugh together.

"I'm sure she loves that." She sighed, it was true. They were silent for a moment as they approached the glass doors, composing themselves. Pedro quickly grabbed the door first, holding it open for her.

She smiled, "Gracias."

"Es un placer, hermosa" My pleasure, beautiful. Naela looked up at him as she passed through the door, shaking her head at his cheeky smirk. She could hear him chuckle, unable to take himself seriously.

After walking down a long hallway, Naela could smell the coffee. The one open door had to be where it was coming from, so she led them inside. Once she rounded the corner, she was met with a generous spread of breakfast pastries, fresh fruit, and doughnuts.

"Wow, I didn't think I was that hungry until this moment," Pedro pipes up, making the small group laugh. As they picked their breakfast and poured their coffee, more actors started trickling in and doing the same. They eventually took their assigned seats across from Joanna and Boyd, just like last night's seating.

The reading went really well, Naela thought. Some scenes were more awkward than others, like when Javi was meant to be on his knees begging Lucia for a kiss in a drunken stupor. Pedro made up for it by making her laugh with kissy faces.

Once it was over and everyone was filing out to leave, they were about to follow when Naela finally noticed her Manager, Mike, waving them over. Pedro's manger came out of the connecting office Mike was standing in front of and did the same. Naela looked to Pedro, who didn't seem nervous in the slightest. She still had her guard up, but his calmness helped her feel safe.

"We just need to go over some terms with you, okay?" Mike said cheerily. Again with the act, why is he so chipper? She didn't give him a response, she just followed Pedro into the office. She took note of the director behind the desk and the main writer next to him.

"I meant to say this earlier in the reading, but you two and your characters are so important in making this show a success. You are the respite we give our audience after the tragedies depicted in the show." Paul, the main writer started. Naela smiled, but she wasn't sure if that was the correct response yet.

"Yes, exactly. Javi and Lucia, in my opinion, will be the tie between making this a show for everyone and actually getting everyone to watch it." Tom, the director added.

Mike stepped up next to Naela, saying quietly to her, "With that being said, you should know that sometimes actors have to do these kinds of things--" It wasn't quiet enough.

Pedro immediately took a step back, his entire demeanor changing. It was honestly a little scary, on top of the confusion she felt from Mike's words.

"You mean she doesn't know? You didn't ask her?" Mike looked positively terrified as well. His posture shrunk as he withdrew to the wall.

"Am I in trouble?" Naela asked weakly. She begged the tears she felt pricking her eyes not to fall.

"No, no, not at all, sweetheart. Just take a seat," the director answered, gesturing to the leather seats in front of his desk. Her confusion quickly turned to anger. Ugh. Sweetheart.

As she followed his directions, she heard Pedro scoff. She turned to see him storm out of the office before looking back at Tom. Pedro's manager started after him, but stopped when the director held up his hand.

"No, just let him go. He'll come around." Tom sighed and leaned over the desk, making eye contact with Naela.

"So...whether or not you knew what you were signing is not really important. The fact is, you signed one contract for filming with us for six months here. The second contract you signed was for another six months of publicity." Naela was still confused. How would that be a problem? Interviews and internet posts was something she looked forward to doing.

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would say no. I wanted you to at least meet Pedro first--" Wait. What does this have to do with Pedro?

"Enough from you. Seriously." Tom interjected. "Naela, I'm sorry this is how your manager let you find out, but what's done is done."

"Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" By this point, Naela's chest was heaving and she was staring to sweat in her seat.

"You and Pedro are going to help us keep the audience engaged in between seasons by being in a PR relationship. Have you ever done something like that before?" She shook her head. Did it really matter at this point?

“I have a boyfriend—“

"Naela, listen. We aren't going to force you and Pedro to do anything crazy. We just need you to be spotted together on a few dates, maybe take each other to a few red carpets and appear on each others social media. Sounds pretty doable, right?" He held out his hand like a peace offering. What else was she supposed to do or say?

"Yeah, sure..." She reluctantly took his hand.

"Perfect. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning." Tom smiled, but it almost felt evil. She didn't understand how she could be tricked and no one felt an ounce of remorse for her except for Pedro, who had no power in the situation either. She slowly gathered herself and turned to leave, glaring through Mike as she passed. The fresh air hitting her as she left couldn't even make her feel better.

"Naela!" God, what now? She saw Pedro jogging towards her once more. "Naela, I'm so sorry, I had no idea--" He looked so concerned and apologetic.

"It's okay, Pedro--"

"No, it's not okay! I can't believe he did that to you." He placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb in a comforting cadence. "I never would have said yes if you didn't want to--"

"Pedro, it's okay. It's not the worst surprise ever." She smiled unenthusiastically.

"Are you gonna be okay?" It was the only thing that truly mattered to him in that moment, and she could feel that.

She nodded, "Yeah. I'll be okay." He looks at her with sympathy. He feels terrible, and she can tell. He pulls her into a tight hug, wrapping his strong arms around her. She took a deep breath, feeling safe for the first time in a while. She wanted to let go, to cry and tell him everything she felt but she didn't know him like that. Nor was that the right place to do so.

Instead, she whispered, "Thank you," into his chest as he rubbed her back. He finally let go, but it still wasn't long enough. They smiled painfully at each other before going their separate ways.

Once Naela go to her trailer, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She instantly dissolved into tears as she fell onto the futon. It was the kind of cry where you forget to breathe and almost choke. She prayed for this every damn day since she knew she wanted to be an actor. Now that she had it, it wasn't at all the fantasy she thought it would be.

She didn't call her mom, even though she wanted to. She didn't want her to worry, or worse, tell her 'I told you so'. Realistically, she knew her mother would never have to heart to say such a thing, but she didn't want to take any chances.

Even though she really didn’t want to, she did have to call Josh. She also knew exactly what his reaction would be too.

“Are you serious? You told them no, right?”

Sobbing, she held her phone out in front of her, allowing her boyfriend to see her pixelated and grainy form through the screen. “Babe, you don’t understand, I already signed the contract. My manager lied to me, that’s why I’m so upset—“

“I do understand. Just quit.” His tone was condescending as he raised his voice.

“Right, because I have enough money to fly myself back to America right now.” She wiped her dampened cheeks as she sighed, exhausted from fighting with him already. She heard him start to respond, but he was cut off by her spotty connection. Her screen froze for a few seconds before the call failed entirely. She dropped her phone onto the couch next to her before pulling her knees into her chest as her sobs started back up again.

She just wanted someone who understood.

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[deathofacupid]

games // part two | peter parker

masterlist to this is here!

part two is here

tw: a couple curse words

god i'm so brain dead rn send help

(pls don't mind the spacing for like any of my fics they're all wonky cuz they're copy and pasted from wattpad...)

unknown number: hey, it's peter. when do you wanna meet up?

y/n perked up at the sound of her phone buzzing, eager that she'd have something to do now. she rolled over and grabbed it from the nightstand, letting her eyes adjust to the bright screen. y/n blinked; peter?

oh, yeah, the cute kid in science. she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, did he already want to start on it?

unknown number: if you want to get it out of the way lol

unknown number: obvi we don't have to rn lol

unknown number: it's up to you lol

unknown number: ur reading these

unknown number: and not responding

unknown number: so i'm assuming the worst

she quickly renamed him to "peter" before responding.

y/n: so you're cute and funny, def scored one

y/n: dw it's not too early

y/n: i appreciate the eagerness

y/n: and honestly you can come over

peter: rn?

y/n: if u want

y/n: like, ofc it's short notice so u don't have to

he responded pretty quickly to that.

peter: no

peter: i mean i have plans

peter: but they aren't that big

peter: so yeah

peter: i guess i can come over

peter: i suppose

y/n: cool then

y/n: see you in thirty?

peter: sure

she dropped her phone back onto the stand, picking herself up. y/n shuffled over to the mirror, deciding whether or not she looked representable. she decided that another coat or two of mascara wouldn't hurt, and she added a layer of lipgloss, as well.

only when her stomach growled did she realize that she was hungry. so y/n left her room and got into the elevator, hitting the button for the 6th floor. when she got out, she saw that her dad was sitting at the couch by steve, nat, and vision.

she watched as vision shook his head, "i do not understand the end goal of this game."

"you're supposed to be the first to finish your cards," nat sighed, and y/n got a feeling that she had to explain this multiple times.

"but why?"

"bec- never-mind, just go, it's your turn," and after a moment, "no! red and yellow have absolutely no correlation! it's not even the same number!"

tony snorted, "you guys fucking suck, you know that, right?"

"go ahead, steve, you know you want to," y/n called out, pouring herself a cup of lemonade.

"christ," he rolled his eyes. "once, it was once! when are you gonna let it go?"

nat added, "bad words are sad words."

"oh, by the way, dad, peter's coming over."

"okay. wait, why?"

"we got a school project. we wanna get it outta the way."

"ooooh," the love of your life teased, though at the moment, she wasn't quite the love of your life.

"i am detecting a change in your heartbeat, y/n."

"god! it's not like that!" yeah, why was there a change in her heartbeat? it was beating against her ribcage, and she was clearly flustered. it was just peter, y/n told herself. just peter.

she chugged the glass down as an excuse not to do anymore talking before moving back to the pantry to grab a pack of sour cream and onion. y/n brought that back to her room and crashed down onto her bed. after she was done eating, she popped a piece of gum in her mouth because... actually she wasn't sure. it was sort of... instinctive.

not because she wanted to kiss peter.

well, maybe, actually.

a hook-up never hurt anyone.

she didn't think much of it. she didn't want to think much of it. to pass the time, she put on some boring, irrelevant show. soon enough, there was a knock on the door. y/n flicked off the tv and pulled it open.

"hi, pete."

he blushed, and she figured it was the nickname. and for some reason, she really liked that look on him. "h-hey." y/n moved to the side to let in him, and he took two awkward steps forward. she flopped down on the bed, pulling out her science stuff.

"you can... you know, sit down," she gestured to the beanbag and the desk. "take your pick. or you can stand, that's fine, too."

"oh- no, i-" he cut himself off, sitting down on the beanbag, freezing as he sunk into it. "it's- um, comfy."

"thanks. i think. damn, parker, you're so awk," she laughed. he laughed along, too, because she had that type of energy. her laughter was contagious, in the best type of way.

"okay, what did you wanna start with?" y/n asked, when the laughter died down after a second or two.

"um- i-i-...maybe just brainstorming better?"

"sure, then. she said power-point prez, right?"

he cleared his throat. "uh, yes- yeah."

she gave him a soft smile as she raised an eyebrow, "i don't bite. promise. you can relax."

"i- i am relaxed," he said, cursing thor as his voice cracked.

"you're sitting like an old man with your hands in your lap. but if that's how you normally sit..."

"no! i mean, no. i don't," he relaxed his shoulders, getting comfier.

she nodded, pulling up a word document, "okay, so basically, atomic defects in solids are one of the most promising single-photon sources or 'quantum emitters', an important building block for many quantum technologies. but... i assume you already know this stuff, being the genius you are."

he blushed again, and she smirked. "uh, yeah. in order to design and engineer better quantum emitters, we need to use their optical and electronic properties, as well as defect formation."

"and migration," y/n added.

"yeah. we can first-principles quantum mechanical calculations c-combined with machine-learning techniques to u-uncover key properties such as, um... defect dynamics, formation mechanisms, free energies and stabilities at... room and elevated temperatures."

she paused, "okay, wow, didn't think of it that way. go parker!"

peter blushed once more, and now that she was thinking about it, his face hadn't really gone back to normal this entire time. they went back an forth, and y/n was happy that he seemed for comfortable around her.

they did lots of subtle flirting, well, she did, he just blushed. peter and y/n had gotten to know each other better, and they did talk about things that weren't quantum physics and condensed matter.

he didn't end up leaving until somewhere around nine, and that was since they'd lost track of time. once he left, y/n laid in bed, hands tucked under her head, staring up at the ceiling. her heart beat faster at the thought of peter and she cussed under her breath, because she didn't like him. they were friends.

he was just nice for a guy, and that made her glad because most guys were pretentious douche-bags.

besides, she flirted with everyone. even cap (but that was as a joke to piss off her dad, steve, albeit, thought it was annoying too, but technicalities). so this was no different.

her heart beat faster.

she didn't like him.

she didn't like anyone like that.

right?

[lala1267]

Bow down bitches.

Summary: You were a beautiful model. You weren't very fond of Elvis at first, but when you began to like him, you ruined everything. Your security guard was a part of the problem.

Warnings: smut kinda, not Elvis x reader. (it's not a heavy smut dw). Swearing, punching, and blood (if you squint).

I was a sexy nineteen year old girl who was named Natalya. I was a model for chanel. I had long blonde hair, big dough eyes, and an hourglass figure. I was perfect. I was used to getting what I wanted when I wanted. If someone were to say no, I would either have a fit or storm off. I was a bitch. But being a sexy bitch wasn't easy. Every man that I met wanted to get me drunk and naked. I was a beautiful girl that was used for her body, many times. Men would touch and tease me and play it off as a 'joke'. I did what I wanted, I would party, drink and smoke. I was living my best life.

Sunday, 5th June, 8pm 1970.

I was backstage getting ready for my walk. It was a very important walk since there would be celebrities watching in the front row seats. But I wasn't nervous, I knew I could outdo all of the other models as usual. I was put in a small tight blue dress that was dotted with expensive rhinestones. I also wore lavish white heels, and my hair was left to flow along my back like a blanket. My makeup was amazing, I had light blue eyeshadow with long black eyeliner, and my lips were a glossy pink. I was next up, I was just thinking about which celebrities would be there. Once I heard my name, I knew it was time. I strutted out with confidence, my hips swayed, and my arms swung. My walk was very arrogant and sassy, but it was also elegant and beautiful. I looked at the celebrities when I locked eyes with the one and only Elvis Presley. I didn't know why he was even here. Surely, he had his singing stuff going on. He stared at me like i was a goddess. I wasn't far from one. His deep gaze didn't faze me. Once I turned around, he flashed me a smile, which I didn't return, I needed to remain professional for the sake of my job. I strutted backstage and began to get undressed and pack my things. I got dressed into a pink, short, flowy dress and a pair of white converse. I left my hair down so that it could seep over my shoulders like water. Thirty minutes had passed, and I was ready to go home. I walked through the main entrance, and I was instantly mobbed by paparazzi, I simply smiled and gave them something to take pictures of. As I got into my car, I was told by my driver,

"Excuse me, ma'am, Elvis Presley has offered to take you to his hotel. He said he wants to get to know you." I rolled my eyes.

"Get to know me, my ass. All guys say that when they just want sex. Besides, I'm not interested in him anyway."

"Ma'am, this could be good. You don't have to date him. He sounded very desperate, at least consider giving the guy a chance."

I paused to think before replying.

"For goodness sake, alright, take me there." I said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Ma'am, he said that he can send a car over to pick you up."

"I don't need his shit, I have my own car." I angrily said as I crossed my arms. The only reason I agreed to this was because Elvis was known for girls chasing him. Mabey he should do the chasing for once.

Arriving at Elvis's Hotel

I stepped out of the car and onto the cold cement road. It was 10pm. I was ready to go to bed, but of course, Elvis had to bother me at this time. I walked into the lobby with my favourite security guard, Mike. He was a very kind person. I walked up to the reception.

"Hello, how may I help you." The lady behind the desk asked whilst she chomped on her gum like a damn horse.

"I'm here to meet Elvis. Where is his room." I asked.

"Well, Elvis doesn't seem to have anyone on his visiting list. Are you sure you're here to visit him?" I crossed my arms as I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure, just call him or something." I snapped as I started growing impatient. The lady let out a small sigh before picking up the phone.

"Yes, there is a girl that is saying that you invited her here." The lady said. I watched her face drop as Elvis instructed her to give me his room number. She huffed as she looked up to me, who had a smug smirk on my face.

"Room is 34, on the second floor." She stated as she lost eye contact with my blue eyes. I just fake smiled and waved as I walked over to the elevator. I pressed a button that read,

'Floor 2'

I turned to Mike, my security guard.

"That lady pissed me off." I said angrily. I felt his hand rub my back in a circle motion before he spoke.

"Well, at least you got your way in the end, and you are prettier than her anyway." He said as he looked down to me with his piercing blue eyes. His blonde hair hung infornt of his face. I smiled as I hugged his arm. Once the lift opened, we stepped out and made our way to the room, linking arms. Mike nocked on the door that had Elvis's name on. We waited until the door opened. We were met with some random guy who was definitely not Elvis. He smiled.

"Ah, hello, you must be Natalya." He said cheerfully. I just nodded as I spoke.

"Yep, that's me."

"Why don't you come in." He said. I grabbed Mike's arm and pulled him in with me, I didn't want to be alone with Elvis. I didn't even like Elvis. I looked around the rather large room. It had lavish red carpets and long purple curtains. There was a kitchen and a living room area. I looked around until I saw Elvis eagerly walking up to me. He was about to pull me into a hug when I stuck my hand out for him to shake.

"Nice to see ya Natalya and..."

"Mike." I said. Elvis's face dropped slightly.

"Is he your boyfriend or what." I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms.

"No, he's my friend, best friend, actually." I said in a tone. Elvis nodded. I looked up to Mike, who was towering behind me. I just gave him a look that basically meant,

'I hate Elvis already'

I turned back to Elvis.

"Well, shall we sit." He asked with a stupid smile on his face. I nodded. Mike and I followed behind Elvis. We sat down on the sofa in his living room. Elvis looked up at his freind, the one who had let us in.

"Ya can leave now, Jerry." he said. He turned back to me, who was opposite him on the other sofa with Mike. I was very close to Mike since I didn't like the man that sat in front of us.

"Tell me about yourself, darlin." Elvis said in a deep voice. His voice made me itch and cringe.

"Yeah, don't call me that. But I do modelling, and my name is Natalya." I said bluntly. He sat up.

"Well, I see that you are close with your friend Mike, he must be a good man." Elvis said in a sly tone. I looked up at Mike who was visibly annoyed. I held his hand to tell him to calm down. I looked back at Elvis who was watching me.

"Yeah, we are close, and he is a very good man. He's the best man. He treats me well." I said as I flicked my hair. Elvis and Mike had a mini staring contest for a few seconds. Mike was clenching his fists and was about to lose it. I placed my hand on his and whispered.

"You should go, I don't want a fight to happen, I'm too tired for all of this." I looked into his eyes as he nodded. He gripped my hand before standing up and walking out of the door. I turned back to Elvis, who was staring at me.

"You kicked him out?" He asked excitedly.

"No, i just told him to leave since you guys don't seem to get along."

"Yeah, damn right we don't." He said in a raspy voice. I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs. This was going to be a long night.

30 minutes later

We had been talking and getting to know eachover for a while now. I still didn't like him.

"Shall we watch some TV in my room." Of course, the only place he had a TV was in his room. What a coincidence. I was tired and I didn't feel like being a bitch so i nodded and followed him. I sat myself down on the edge of his bed, facing the TV. He grabbed a bowl of popcorn that was in his room for some reason. He placed it on his lap. He turned on a movie that was popular at the time. I reached my arm out to grab the popcorn from his lap, he purposely moved it so that my hand met his cock instead of the popcorn. He laughed and i pushed him harshly, it wasn't fucking funny.As time passed, the man seemed to move closer and closer. We were now touching shoulders. I was sleepy and tired and he noticed this. He wrapped his large arm around my figure. For some reason, I wasn't pissed off, I hate to admit it, but it felt quite comfortable. I leaned my head into his chest and placed my legs over his. He played with my hair. I could smell his expensive cologne. It was sexy. I began to drift to sleep when I felt Elvis pick me up and place me in bed. He wrapped me up in blankets so that I was cosy. He took his shirt and pants off only leaving his boxers. He climbed into the bed next to me and placed his arms on my hips. His touch sent chills down my spine, I was still fully dressed, but I was too tired to change. His hands rubbed along my waist. They travelled down to my bare thighs and lifted my dress up. His large hands travelled around my ass and hips. I turned around to face him. I looked into his eyes before he cuddled me. He felt so warm and calming. For some reason, I wasn't able to stay angry at the man, he was too intoxicating.

The next morning

I woke up in Elvis's arms. I felt cosy. He was awake, his hot breath hit my hair. I looked up at him.

"Goodmornin', doll." He said in his deep sexy morning voice. I smiled for the first time.

"Goodmornin', Elvis." I said as I traced my hand down his chest. He grabbed my hand and kissed it romantically. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't resist. I leaned closer and placed my lips onto his. His lips were soft and begging to be kissed. I pulled away and laughed. So did he. Suddenly, i felt a sense of guilt rise in me. What about Mike? I have betrayed him. I felt disgusted in myself even though me and Mike weren't dating.

Me and Elvis got up at the same time. As we walked into the kitchen, I felt his hands on my hips. I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a waffle from the packet. I placed it in the toaster. As I waited, i felt Elvis's body against mine. His hand traced up and down, and his breath was hot. I looked up at him and smiled. He was a good man. Once my waffle was done, I grabbed it and took a bite. I turned around to Elvis. I brought the waffle up to his pink lips. He bit into it. I smiled at him and played with his black hair.

"I really like you." He said as his hands were on my waist.

"I like you too." I said as a smile appeared on my face.

I watched Elvis walk into the living room. I followed him like a dog. He sat on the plush couch as he turned the television on. He looked to me and patted his thigh, indicating that he wanted me to sit. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me as I leaned into him. I was wrong about Elvis, he wasn't some superstar that fucked thousands of girls. He was a man. He was mature and just my type.

1 hour later

I was in the hotel bedroom, gathering my things as I needed to leave. Elvis was still in the living room, watching the television. I was almost ready, I had done my hair and put on the clothes that I had arrived in. I liked Elvis, but I had already spent too much time at his hotel room, I needed to sort out business. As I walked out of the door, I was met with Elvis, who was towering over me. I looked up into his sad puppy-dog eyes. He raised his hand to cup my cheek.

"Do ya have to leave. I really like your company." My heart shattered at his words. But I had a life of my own and a job.

"I know, Elvis, but I need to go. I have my job and..." I paused as Mike came to mind. I couldn't tell Elvis that I was thinking of Mike. His heart would crumble.

"Nothing." I continued.

"I just need to go, I'm sorry, Elvis." I quietly said as I walked past him. I felt his hands hold mine before I pulled away. I walked out of the gates of heaven.

1 day later

I had just finished another modelling show, and i was backstage with Mike. I was packing my things as I talked to him.

"Did you have fun at Elvis's last night?" He said in a slightly pissed off tone.

"Uhm, yeah, it was alright." It was one of the best nights I've had for a while.

"Well I missed ya." He said quietly. A smile brightened my face as I turned around to face him. I looked into his blue eyes.

"I missed you too." I said. He smiled as he lifted his hand to play with my hair. I felt my cheeks turn pink.

"Do I flatter you, my dear?" He said flirtatiously. My cheeks were now hot and red. I rolled my eyes sarcastically before replying.

"Well, I ain't gonna say no." I said as giggles escaped my pink lips. I had liked Mike for a while, and I think he felt the same way.

"You need a real man. Like me, not Elvis." I was slightly taken back by his sentence, but I didn't have time to reply as I felt his plump lips on mine. I didn't stop him. I was enjoying it. I trailed my hands down his chest as he grasped my ass. A slight moan escaped my lips as I felt his hands grip my ass once more. Just then, a girl walked in. I instantly pulled away, and so did he. I wasn't that embarrassed, but Mike definitely was. His face was bright red, and his breath was unsteady. I found it funny that such a big, strong man would be acting like this. I covered my mouth as I tried to hold my laughter in. The girl finally began to speak.

"Uhm, your car is waiting, ma'am." She said. I just simply smiled and nodded like nothing happened. I looked back to Mike, who was still in a state of shock.

"Come on, baby." I said in a flirtatious tone just to embarrass him even more. I loved it when I had the upper hand on men. I walked out of the room with Mike trailing behind me like a lost puppy. He was so cute. I got into the car with Mike next to me. The car started, and we were off. I traced my hand along Mike's muscles. He stroked his hand on the inside of my thigh, slightly pulling my dress up. His hand got closer and closer to my panties. He looked at me with sexieness in his eyes. He bent over to whisper in my ear.

"I can show you a real good time, I can make you scream my name." He whispered in a raspy tone. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and chills ran down my spine. His words and touch aroused me. I smiled before moving to sit in his lap. I shuffled around to get comfortable, and I felt Mike's hard push onto my ass. I looked at his face i knew that he was resisting the urge to not fuck me in a car with others in. I smiled before leaning over and placing wet kisses from his lips to his neck. I had him under a spell, a love spell. I straddled him like a seat and grinded into him like no one was around.

"What are you doing?! The driver will see us." He whispered-yelled into my ear.

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to give him a show as well." I said with an evil smirk. I carried on grinding like there was no tomorrow. I was feeling brave. I lifted my dress up so that it was resting above my bare boobs wich were shoved in Mike's face. I quickly pulled it back down as I tried to hold my giggle in.

"You're crazy." He said as he laughed.

"You only live once." I said confidently before continuing,

"Besides, I have a nice pair of boobs." I said as I laughed.

The driver pulled up into my house driveway. I got off Mike and planted a kiss on his wet lips.

"I'll give ya the rest of the show when we are inside." I whispered flirtatiously. We both got out of the car and watched the car drive off into the distance. Once it was out of sight, we rushed inside and up to my bedroom. He stripped me off aggressively and pushed me onto the bed. He was on top of my bare body. I opened his shirt and reached down to unbuckle his belt. I needed him so badly. I was thirsty, hungry for the man. Once his lower half was completely exposed, he rapidly pushed himself inside of me. He was good at this. Loud moans escaped my mouth as heavy breaths escaped his. His pace quickened, and so did my breaths. Soon, he pulled out and splashed his babies all over my stomach. I smiled proudly as the last moans flooded out of my red lips.

The next morning

I woke up naked along with Mike, who was also naked. I smiled at his beautiful sleeping face. He was a pretty sleeper. I quietly got up. As my legs were firmly on the floor I felt a terrible ache rush through them.

"For fuck sake." I said to myself. All of that riding didn't come without consequences. I walked over to my vanity and grabbed the pink silk robe that was hung over my chair. I wrapped it around my bare body and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, and I began to make a waffle. As the waffle sprang up from the toaster, I heard a nock on my front door. I put my waffle on the counter and walked over to the door. I opened it to the last person I was expecting to see. I looked up to see Elvis with a bouquet of perfect pink and red roses. My heart shattered as I remembered that just last night, I had made love to my security guard. He smiled before speaking.

"Good morning! I got your address from one of your friends, I hope you don't mind. But I got you a gift just for you, my pretty girl. " he said cheerfully as he held out the gorgeous flowers in front of my face. I took them into my hands as I forced a smile onto my face. Just then, I heard footsteps travel down the stairs. A voice followed.

"Oh baby, last night was amazing." Mike said in his deep morning voice. Once he was downstairs, he woke up properly to see me with Elvis at the door. I turned to Elvis, who was both furious and disheartened.

"Elvis i-i can expla-"

"I should have known that you were just a whore who wanted my money. How could you. You said you liked me." His eyes were watery, and his hands were shaky. I would've argued back, but he was right. I did tell him I liked him and I also kissed him just to come home and fuck my security guard. I didn't say a word as I realised what was going to happen. I heard Mike's voice raise and Elvis's voice raise. They were yelling at me and at themselves. They argued back and forth until Elvis stepped forward and gave Mike a heavy blow to the face. I looked up with wide eyes to see Mike with a bloody nose on the floor. Elvis ran towards his powerless body on the floor. I liked both of them, but I didn't want to see any of them get hurt. I jumped in front of Mike's body. This was a bad decision. Elvis's fist landed on my face instead of Mike's. Elvis's eyes widened in shock. His face slowly turned into an angry expression.

"L-look what ya made me do!" He yelled as he quickly walked out of the door. Me and Mike were both on the floor, injured and hurt. I knew once Mike recovered, he would walk out of the door that Elvis had just walked out of. It was just a matter of time

[megglesthegeek]

hi! hope you're having an amazing day :)

though I just really want an answers to all the questions, unfortunately it’s not how it works, so here’s my pick (still alot, so feel free to skip any)

dw: What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

any fandom: What is your wildest headcanon? What led to your interest in the fandom? Why did you start writing fanfic? What inspires you and your writing?   and any of these questions you personally really want to answer (?)

Thank you @vikrik for the well wishes. It's been a pretty decent day! Hope yours was, too. I'm going to answer all your questions to the best of my ability. So:

What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic? This is hard, because you specified Doctor Who, and while I have been rereading some of my fics lately for… purposes, I tend to forget a lot. But, I snickered to myself when rereading this bit: “So, now that I have your attention, welcome to the only planet in the universe where we get to say this: they’re on the payroll.”

Rose frowned and then sighed. “I never did properly quit, did I?”

“I wouldn’t have accepted your resignation even if you had.” Kate countered.

“Still earning a paycheck?” Rose asked, but Kate merely shushed her.

Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? I will be super nice, and share this little bit from Chapter 3 of the WIP I have going: “Oh, that was heavy. Why so glum?” Miss asked, halting her tune immediately and turning on the bench to watch Rose set down the two cups and pastry bag on the table between the two chairs. She then made her way to the encasement, limbs heavy with annoyance as she went to free Missy from within. “Got to switch up bakeries in the next couple years,” She grumbled as she turned on her heel and headed for her preferred chair. “Gettin’ to be recognized, which doesn’t bode well for me.” “Use a perception filter,” Missy suggested with a wave of her hand as she came to join Rose. “Or just, you know, murder them a little bit.” Rose let out a surprised chuckle. “Yeah, how’s that gonna get me my brekkie, then?” “I said a little bit,” Missy deadpanned….

Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend? I fandom hope a lot when I read, so it's been an age since I properly sat down and read some Who fic. That said, I'm going to be a bit of a bitch (in the best way) and give a shout-out to my bestie @g-b-m-s and their amazing fic "Ommision," which is my personal favorite of their Who fics, and I would love to see them finish, so you can read it and send lots of encouragement their way. :D

What is your wildest headcanon? I came back to this one last. I almost went with a "that's not really a headcanon" answer, but then it came to me: Dhawan!Master came before Missy. Yes, I know there's an explanation of how Missy wasn't the last one, but since it's in the comics or audio and not the show I'm counting it.

What led to your interest in the fandom? I have always had an interest in fandom in a way. There are two fandoms from my childhood I still hold dear. But I didn't really come into until I was an adult and discovered that there were people online who liked to talk about and celebrate these things as much as I did. I went from someone who was sort of sheltered, who was very nerdy and told not to be, who was told fanfic was bad and to never write the first time I had even heard the term to being relatively open about it. I don't know if anything led to an interest in it, so much as the communities allowing me to accept that I had a passion for it.

Why did you start writing fanfic? I wanted a Rose stays with the Doctor fic, but without 3+ chapters of them being angry at each other, without Rose dying during the YTNW, and (frankly) smutless. I could say I wrote fanfic back in my teen years, but those were for school projects, and again, didn't know it was an actual thing, then told it was bad, and then took ten years to read it and see that the professor who told me that was full of crap. But, yeah, it came down to liking a concept, but wanting to do it different.

What inspires you and your writing? Love. Romance is always a big focus on my writing and always has been. But not only just the falling in love, but how the relationship change and grow as time goes on. It's why I haven't written any real breakups in any of my fic between the people who are meant to be together. I want to see them get through the tough times.