#/They seem pretty distant. But not even negatively

[fallershipping]

Hmm.. There's potential that Looker doesn't really know Nanu all too well. In English it's "I knew him once. I thought."

But in Japanese, Korean, and German, it's more like "I knew him a long time ago, but just a little bit."

It could be possible that the two might not know one another outside of that one mission, or really gotten to know each other more closely.

[starsenha]

UNDERSTANDING / P.J

Pairing ◊ fem!reader x bf!jay

Genre ◊ fluff, established relationship

Warnings ◊ talk about bad mental health, just jay being a sweetheart I'm sobbing

Word count ◊ 1k

Summary ◊ you were so greateful to have a such understanding boyfriend by your side.

a/n: felt really mentally bad a few days ago so this bloomed in my mind hehe, enjoy!

You had been looking forward to your date with Jay all week. The plan was simple: a walk around the park, grabbing some ice cream, and maybe catching a movie later. But when the morning came, you woke up feeling… off. It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt this way before—this heavy, gray feeling that made everything seem distant—but it was the last thing you wanted on a day like today.

You stared at your phone, fingers hovering over the screen. It felt wrong to cancel, especially since you and Jay had been planning this. But at the same time, the thought of putting on a happy face, of pretending you were okay when you weren’t, felt exhausting. Jay knew about your struggles with mental health; you had talked about it before. But still, there was always that small voice in your head whispering that you were being a burden.

With a deep breath, you finally typed out the message.

[you] Hey, would it be okay if we postponed the date today?

You hit send before you could overthink it, your heart racing as you waited for his response. Within a minute, your phone buzzed.

[Songie 💙] Of course, baby! Are you okay?

You hesitated for a moment, your fingers tracing the edge of your phone as you tried to find the right words. You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want to dump all your emotions on him. Finally, you decided to just be honest.

[you] I’m not really feeling like myself today. Kind of out of it, and I don’t want to bring any negativity to our date. I don’t want to bother you.

The response came quickly, like he was waiting for your message.

[Songie 💙] Hey, you are NEVER a bother. I mean that. I’d be happy to spend time with you, even if you’re not feeling okay.

A lump formed in your throat, and you blinked back the sudden sting of tears. You knew Jay cared, but sometimes it still caught you off guard how understanding he was.

Before you could reply, another message came through.

[Songie 💙] Actually… can I come over? I really want to see you, even if we don’t do anything. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I just want to be there with you.

You smiled softly at his words, though you were still unsure. The idea of just… being with someone without having to pretend to be fine sounded comforting, but you didn’t want him to feel like he had to take care of you.

[you] Are you sure? I’m really not in the mood to talk much. I was just going to stay in and watch my comfort show.

You didn’t have to explain what your comfort show was. Jay knew. It was the one you always turned to when you were feeling down, something familiar and soothing.

[Songie 💙] Of course I’m sure. I’ll be happy just to see your pretty little face.

A small laugh escaped your lips despite yourself. Jay always knew how to make you feel a little lighter, even when everything else felt heavy.

[Songie 💙] I’ll come over in a bit. Want me to pick up something for you? I can grab your favorite from that fast food place you love. I know you probably haven’t eaten.

That hit deeper than you expected. He knew. He always seemed to know when you were struggling, even when you hadn’t said much. The thought of food hadn’t even crossed your mind until he mentioned it, and now that he did, you realized how hungry you were. But more than that, it was the fact that he was offering to take care of you in such a simple, thoughtful way that made your chest tighten with emotion.

[you] Okay. That sounds nice. Thanks, songie.

Jay: Don’t mention it. I’ll be there soon.

You put your phone down and leaned back against the couch, feeling a little less tense now that you didn’t have to worry about the date. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with Jay—it was the opposite. You just didn’t want to be a weight on him, to drag down what was supposed to be a fun day. But Jay… he never made you feel like that. Not once.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Jay standing there with a warm smile and a bag of food in one hand. His hair was a little messy from the wind, and he was wearing that hoodie you always said you liked on him.

"Hey, baby," he said softly, stepping inside. "I brought you your favorite."

The smell of fries and a burger filled the room, and your stomach growled. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed this. You smiled gratefully and took the bag from him.

"Thank you," you mumbled, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"Of course," he said, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. "I’m just happy to see you."

You led him to the couch, where you had already set up your comfort show on the TV. Jay kicked off his shoes and settled in next to you, close enough that your legs brushed against each other, but not so close that it felt overwhelming. He handed you the food, and as you unwrapped your burger, he pressed play on the show.

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the familiar show filling the room. Jay didn’t push you to talk, didn’t ask you how you were feeling. He just… sat with you, sharing the space in that gentle, understanding way that only he could.

After a while, you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer, and you felt the tension in your body start to melt away, just a little. It wasn’t that everything was suddenly okay—it wasn’t. But having Jay there, quietly watching your favorite show with you, made things feel a little more bearable.

"You know," he said quietly after a while, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’m always here for you. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days."

You didn’t say anything, but you reached for his hand and squeezed it, your heart full of gratitude.

He squeezed back, and that was enough. You didn’t need words right now. You had Jay, and that was more than enough.

[pepperyduck]

EXCUSE ME MA’AM but your angst kills me it’s sooooo good. would you ever write anything like toji being really distant and out of it for awhile, but saying he’s fine, and him accidentally calling reader his late wife’s name? and then fear and hurt and sadness ensues 🥰😭🥲

hey queen yes i got u. i was high as hell writing this so apologies if it's bad!!!!

word count: 1.1k

warnings: hurt/no comfort, abrupt ending, age gap, toji's wife is referred to as "mama" cus i didn't know what name to use, female reader.

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something was off with toji.

you had dated him long enough, at least you thought, to know when something was on his mind, when something was bothering him relentlessly… but he never opened up about those feelings, it wouldn’t matter how much you pestered and pressed him, he was never going to tell you if he had any negative emotions.

that should have been expected.

toji had a good 10 years or so on you, the extra time in his life was filled with family matters and the tragic loss of his wife — that was seven years ago. he only told you these things plainly; there were never any hints behind his words or tone that he even grieved her. he didn’t even tell you her name, simply referring to her as “mama” or “megu”, something you assumed were nicknames he gave her in their time together.

toji loved and grieved his late wife in silence — there would always be a part of her in him. but since she had gone, he had never found a way to express his feelings, simply pushing everything — sadness, grief and pain — to the back of his mind and focusing on what was in front of him.

you had been his focus for a few months now.

you really thought you were something special to be able to have a guy like toji be interested in you. he was attractive, and cold towards pretty much everyone — except for the women he wanted to get with. but you didn’t know how easily he flipped that switch when it came to women. so, you just assumed yourself as the luckiest girl in the world, striding with a big, scary man on your side everywhere you went.

the two of you were like missing puzzle pieces, almost. often, you gushed to him about your feelings and bothered him into doing the same. his replies were stern and short, a simple “i’m fine” made you content. he didn’t talk much, and you seemed to take control of all the conversations. you thought he was a good listener.

toji tried to spare your feelings as much as possible, but he couldn’t help but revert back to his old ways. it never failed, he would always screw up what he had with ease, like he was used to ruining his own life.

but anyways, back to the problem.

something was wrong with toji. it took you a while to place that something was off. you noticed small things at first, a missing bill out of your wallet or toji not coming home until the early hours of the morning. you knew he had a dangerous, time-consuming job, but it never really bothered you at first.

he helped you pay rent — until he didn’t. you wondered where his money was going; where your money was going. the cash you kept in your purse began to disappear slowly, you just thought you spent it and didn’t remember where. you trusted toji enough to not blame him. you loved him enough, too.

yet the late nights and lack of calls began to bother you. resentment grew over time, until you finally had enough. so when you and toji were finally home alone, late at night, you decided to confront him.

and how badly you’d end up wishing you didn’t.

“tell me, toji. you’ve been acting weird.” concern in your voice, you tried to pry an answer out of your boyfriend. he sat next to you on the loveseat of your shared apartment, fist mushed into his cheek as he rested his head on his hand. toji didn’t even look at you, just cut his eyes away from you at every question.

“i told you, i’m fine,” toji sternly replied, his tone was one of those that told you to drop it.

“you’re not, something’s going on,” you look at him with your body turned towards him, and he continues his stoic stare into the wall.

toji looked so bored, with his scarred lips turned into a slight frown. he had begun to form small dark circles under his eyes, too, and the stubble on his face had began to grow to new lengths. he simply looked disheveled.

“toji, please,” you pleaded, not knowing exactly what you were asking for – you just needed something, anything to go off of and help him. you inched closer to him to wrap an arm around him, but he quickly tried to move your arm off him.

“listen, mama – i mean-,” toji stuttered, too fast before he could realize his mistake, “shit.”

you drew yourself away from him quickly, looking at toji with wide eyes. he turned his head away from you in shame, not allowing you to look him in the eyes – as he knew it would only make him feel guilty.

what the hell? –

you knew he didn’t mean it as a cute nickname. he was calling out to his wife. you felt the small shattering begin inside your chest, a painful pang of heartbreak forcing its way into you.

no, it was just an honest mistake, right?

just a small indicator that toji still thought about his wife, maybe a lot, more often than what you hoped.

just a small indicator that you’ll never be the woman he loves.

make no mistake about that.

silence fell over the room, piercing nothingness filled both of your ears as you began to grow upset. upset would’ve been an understatement, though. you were devastated.

toji curled up into his side of the couch in shame for a few minutes, minutes that felt like long, strenuous hours. you just looked at him in shock, then down at the ground, genuinely unsure of how to react to what he said.

everything was clear,

you weren’t the woman he thought about. his thoughts were constantly filled with his wife, he looked for her in every woman he tried to settle down with – but to no avail, of course. toji would never find the woman he was looking for; because the woman he was looking for was gone.

toji fixed his posture after a few moments, “listen, i’m sorry, i just…��� he trailed off, raking his fingers through his hair in shame and confusion. he didn’t know what to say, or how to make the situation any better. he had ruined it all by the slip of his tongue.

“it’s fine, toji,” you mumbled, looking back up at toji with sad eyes.

he looked utterly ashamed of himself in that moment, a pathetic mess of a man you hadn’t seen from him before. so much vulnerability radiated from him. he pitifully looked you in the eyes, leaning back against the couch tiredly. he just looked so sad. there was a pain behind his eyes you hadn’t seen over the months of you dating.

the next words he spoke to you broke you indefinitely,

“you just remind me of her, so much.”

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[keikikait]

ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ (ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part two. for part one, click here!

pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 2k

summary: after a rude encounter with your next door neighbour, you decide to spend distance yourself from him, spending most of your nights at a friends house.

warnings: SMUT (masturbation, f & m), MINORS DNI 18+, suggestive flirting, not proofread (oops), jealous megumi, slight self deprecation talk (so ig a slight angst warning)

a note: i promise part 3 won't be delayed as much!

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Things have gotten worse since you last spoke.

Each day begins with the jarring sound of his motorcycle revving right outside your window, shattering the tranquility of the morning. The noise reverberates through your whole apartment, making it impossible to ignore. And to make matters worse, he started blasting the worst rap music you’ve ever heard from a portable speaker while he works on his bike on Saturday afternoons. The cacophony of noise fills the air, making it impossible to concentrate or find any semblance of peace within your own home. 

Even though you’ve been trying to avoid him, checking outside your window a few too many times before leaving so you don’t run into him, he’s still been plaguing your mind. You had caught him like a cold or the flu, and now you’re praying that you’ll one day be immune. Sleeping was practically impossible, even the strongest earplugs and the loudest white noise couldn’t block out the sound of his, frankly, stupid fucking bike. You go to work irritable and exhausted, having to hype yourself up in the bathroom before clocking in. You dread going home, begging your manager to let you work late, trying to find every excuse to hang back and avoid your inevitable negative interaction with Megumi.

After days of sleepless nights and endless worry, you had finally reached your breaking point. With a heavy heart, you had mustered up the courage to do something you'd been dreading — ask a friend for a favor. With trembling hands, you dialed your friend Yuji’s number, hoping that he would understand. To your immense relief, he listened patiently and without judgment. You poured out your heart, sharing the sleepless nights and the constant fear that had become your reality.

To your surprise, Yuji didn't hesitate, offering you a place to stay for the days Megumi would wake up early to head to work, a sanctuary where you could finally rest and recharge. You accepted his offer, overwhelmed with gratitude, knowing it would give you the solace you desperately needed. The nights before Megumi's shifts became a routine. You would gather your belongings and head to Yuji's place, seeking refuge from the darkness that seemed to engulf your apartment. 

Each night, you would lie awake in your friend's spare bedroom, listening to the sounds of the outside world. The gentle hum of traffic, the distant laughter of passersby — these were the sounds of a life that seemed so far removed from your own. Part of you loved your time spent away from Megumi. Part of you didn’t. Even though he was annoying, stuck up, and frankly a bitch, he was so pretty to look at. You couldn’t help yourself sometimes, sneakily taking glances at him through your window while he worked on his bike, shirtless and sweating under the Japanese summer sun.

You felt guilty in a way. He hated you, yet you didn’t hate him. Why are you hanging on so tight? You wanted to hate him so badly, especially while you were laying propped up on your bed, had between your soft thighs as you thrust two fingers in and out of your cunt. You couldn’t help yourself, biting your duvet cover to keep yourself from moaning his name too loudly while you came, hips bucking into your hand while you imagined the ways he would talk you through it. You couldn’t help but imagine how handsome he would look with you all over his mouth, grinning at you as you beg to cum. Would he let you? Sometimes you would get carried away, sliding your fingers over your clit to draw out another orgasm, one that would leave you silent curled in a ball on your bed. Megumi seemed like the type to overstimulate you just for fun, after all. He clouded your mind, engulfing you with visions of him encased in smoke. He was beautiful, finite, a shining white light you had a hard time looking at. You were, quite frankly, down bad. 

Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee.

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On the other side of the plaster wall, Megumi was having a similar experience. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, hoping if he revved his engine loud enough in the mornings you would come outside, all cute and grumpy with bedhead, yelling at him to quiet down. Maybe you would only be wearing a T-shirt too. He wondered what panties you would be wearing. Cotton? Lace? None at all?

He noticed your glances while he was working on his bike. After all, he did it shirtless hoping you would stare. All he wants is your attention, and can you blame him? You’re so soft and pretty, and all he wants to do is scoop you up and kiss you before bending you over his desk, his hand gripping your hair at the root as he fucks you dumb. He thinks about what you would sound like while he fucks you as he jerks off, one hand playing with his balls while the other strokes his cock up and down, teasing the tip with his fingers. He wonders what you would look like on your knees next to his bed, his cock draped across your face as you suck on his balls. He moans quietly when he cums, the liquid splattering onto his chest and abs and he wishes you were around to lick it up. Maybe after he would tug on your hair and have you thank him.

Megumi noticed a lot of things. He couldn't help but notice certain the frequent absences from your usual routine. With each passing day, Megumi's curiosity grew, and he started to pay closer attention to your whereabouts. That’s when he saw it, a dark blue car consistently parked at the entrance of the alleyway leading to your apartment building, the one you would climb in and out of on the days you were gone, the days you were away from him. Of course he took a note of the car, writing down the make and the model and the license plate, just in case.

Something else Megumi started noticing was your moans. You got braver and louder each time, and soon he noticed the way you would gasp and whimper and the little noise you made before you came. Megumi soon started feeling something he hadn’t felt in a while, jealousy. You had a boyfriend or a fuck-buddy, and whoever they are was able to make you cum. That part irritated him, he wanted to be the only one that could make you cum and shake on his cock or his tongue. The semantics of your relationship didn’t matter to him, but you were with someone who wasn’t him. So he waited for you to return, leaning against the railing of his small porch. He knew your schedule now, and you should be home any second. 

As the car pulls up, its headlights shine directly onto him, causing Megumi to avert his eyes. He watches as you step out of the car, bidding the driver, whom he can see now is a guy, farewell before making your way toward your door. The gravel crunched as the car reversed and smoothly drove away, leaving you and him standing alone in the tranquil evening. With a nimble hop, he crossed the railing and approached you, a faint smile playing across his lips. The world seemed to pause for a moment, as if time itself stood still, as you locked eyes with each other.

“Hey.” He says, climbing up onto your porch, swinging his legs over the barrier, and landing on his feet.

You don’t look up as you search for your keys. “You could’ve used the stairs.”

He grins. “Maybe I wanted to impress you.” The comment makes your cheeks warm, but you don’t reply as you continue to search through your seemingly endless tote bag. He sighs, “Listen, I have a question.”

You look up at him, and gods he is so pretty. You feel your blush deepen, trying not to gawk at the way his shoulders and arms look in that fucking black compression shirt. “Ask away.”

He crosses his arms over his chest. “So, you got a boyfriend?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “No. Why?” You finally find your keys, pulling them out as they jingle loudly from all of your keychains.

Megumi scoffs, keeping his arms crossed. “Come on. I’m not an idiot. I hear you moaning through the wall, you know.”

Your stomach lurches, your throat constricting. “Tha-that doesn’t mean anything.”

Megumi laughs, letting his arms drop to his side. “What about that guy that drives you everywhere?”

You put your key into the lock, swallowing hard. “He’s just my friend. I’ve been staying at his place recently-”

Megumi suddenly reaches out and grabs your hand, pulling the key out. “Don’t walk away. We’re having a conversation.” You gulp, holding onto your keys. He was right, that was kind of rude. “Continue.”

You take a shaky breath, unable to look him in the eyes, your gaze flicking around from the ground to the sunset behind him. “He’s just my friend. Nothing more.”

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” Megumi asks, trying to get in your line of sight. “Don’t look over there. Look at me.” You nod, looking at him, muttering an apology. Megumi smirks. “Good girl.”

Your throat dries up. This man is driving you crazy, and you can feel your thighs getting slick under your skirt. You subconsciously squeeze them together. “He-he isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just my friend.”

Megumi nods. “But you sleep together, right?”

“No.”

Megumi hums in response, getting closer to you. You instinctively back up until you hit the other railing. He towers over you, and you’re greeted with the smell of his cologne and shampoo as he smirks down at you. “Then what has you moaning so prettily, hmm? Is there another guy in your life?”

You shake your head. “N-no, I’m doing it, you know…solo.”

Megumi’s shoulders drop in relief. You don’t have anyone else. Does that mean he can have you all to himself? “What do you think about? When you touch yourself?” His voice is deep and smooth, right in your ear, causing your knees to buckle.

You gulp. “Nothing in particular.” He smirks. He doesn’t believe you. He reaches out to brush some hair out of your face but you move away, clutching your keys in your hands. He tries again, reaching for your arm this time, but you move away again.

You feel weird. He’s making an advance, one you aren’t opposed to, but you can’t seem to let your guard down and let him approach you. You sweat, shakily putting your key into the lock. You wanted to turn around, to throw your arms around him and let him take control of you, but you felt the familiar feeling of dread eating at your insides, sliding up your throat like bile. This almost felt too good to be true. You had spent weeks wishing for this exact moment, but now that it’s unraveling in front of you it’s hard to believe it’s happening and isn’t some sick, twisted joke. Had you stretched your self-worth too thin? Were you foolish for thinking Megumi would actually want you?

Megumi says your name so softly you almost didn’t hear it, concern etched on his face and laced in his voice. You ignore him, quickly unlocking your door and sliding inside your apartment, shutting the door in his face.

Megumi stands there, both confused and concerned. Had he come on too strong? Did he waste his one and only chance by scaring you? He reaches out to knock on your door before hesitating. He wanted a second chance, an opportunity to tell you that he didn’t mean it, that he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scared, but he couldn’t bring himself to press his knuckles onto the wood. He drops his hand and walks away, back to his apartment, feeling like he just ruined everything he could’ve had with you.

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part three is here

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[ferie-anon]

🐚 Aspects & asteroid observations etc 🐚

🍵 I notice people with bella asteroid (695) in sagittarius tend to be known for their bigger figure and curvy for females, as sag rules the booty. Men with this placement could have broader shoulders and look athletic or look fit. Btw the bella asteroid (695) can show you where ur “beauty” is.

🍵 Bella asteroid in virgo tend to have an “earthly”/natural and warm beauty. Their skin could be tanned or just have a warm undertone. They could have big doe eyes, from the ones I’ve seen that has this placement.

Bella asteroid in libra or 7th house may be known for their harmonious facial features.

🍵 Moon in 9th/sag tend to space out at times I notice, or they don’t recall certain details/events at times if they don’t remember anything memorable of it.

🍵 Venus trine neptune falling for morally grey characters? 👀

🍵 Nymphe (875) in leo in conjunct the ascendant may have luscious and wavy hair or their hair is ethereal/pretty to others.

🍵 Jupiter conjunct asc = big chest + booty 👯‍♀️ tho I’m sure ppl alrdy know that 🧍‍♀️

Difference between pluto negatively aspecting ascendant vs positively aspecting:

Me having pluto square ascendant and ppl finding it a bit hard to approach irl becuz I look quiet and studious and isolated (pluto square asc ppl are private and keep to themselves)

While my friend has pluto sextile ascendant and people finding her interesting and easy to talk to, cuz shes kinda quiet but also wants to make friends/experience the fullest of life (pluto sextile asc makes them more comfortable and confident in their power and making them magnetic and able to understand others in a deeper and different way).

Also I have another friend who has pluto square asc and ppl think she’s judgy/intimidating or looks to be a critical person at first glance/impression, even tho shes actually chill and friendly. So sometimes they don’t approach at first till they find out shes nice actually.

Random moon sign analysis:

🍵 Interestingly I have two friends with moon in 9th house but they don’t act the same. One of them has virgo moon in 9th house at 15 degrees (gemini degree), and the other has gemini moon in 9th house at 19 degrees (libra degree). Both moon signs are in mutable signs and house(while the degrees are different), but I feel the degrees slightly change the way they process and interpret information. The one with the gemini degree in her moon in 9th tend to be a bit “scattered” and have random unusual but creative and funny ideas, whereas my friend with libra degree in her moon in 9th seems to be more calm and just going with the flow with her thinking and balanced with her side and processing what others are saying to add to it. Since libra degree is cardinal energy, so her process of thinking is more direct.

It could also be becuz the two moon signs are inherently different in their process since virgo moon is more practical but also tries to retain and have a lot going thru their head, while gemini moon’s brains easily access and connect a lot of things in their head at that moment or just intuitively/ gemini moons thinkings are less filled with overthinking as they are not focused on the effects but the "possibilities".

🖋️ Mars at 0 degrees would lash out or have a lot of anger in them. If u tick them off or they feel disrespected, their anger can be volatile or hurtful.

🖋️ Saturn in 4th house could indicate to a difficult childhood or a family life of feeling disconnected or alone at times. One of my friends has this in her natal chart and her family dynamics is complicated, as she feels distant with her father and step-mom, while her birth mother and grandma lives in another country and she feels closer with them.

🖋️ I notice if theres gemini in the big 3 and earth placements in the big 6 together, they may be interested in getting tattoos on their body. For eg. Taurus sun with gemini moon and venus, they may think of getting meaningful word tattoos on their neck. (Eg. Ricky from boys planet has a tattoo on his neck with the word rolemodel on it) meanwhile sung hanbin from boys planet has a word/quote tattoo on his inner part of his arm and he has a sun and moon tattoo around the center of his collarbone/chest (hanbin has a gemini sun pisces moon with taurus venus)

I just notice that if theres gemini and earth placements in there, they’re likely interested in getting tattoos over their upper body, like arm, neck, or back. I think the moon sign can heavily influence where they put the tattoos and wut type of tattoos. Pisces moon may be more visual and may have tattoos of objects that are symbolic to them. Gemini moon may tend to get a quote they find meaningful or a fancy word tattoo. Capricorn moon may have their tattoos around areas of their joints, area wheres theres bone structure to support like the back since capricorn rules the skeletal system.

[animatedjen]

The Mantis door had been left open. Even from the engine room, Cal could taste the salty, Force-stained air of Tanalorr drifting through the ship. It mingled with leftover pyre ash clinging to his vest and boots – he couldn’t bring himself to wash just yet. Any form of penance felt justified, no matter how small.

Cal hunched over the workbench, cleaning dried mud from his saber’s emitter (again) trying and failing to distract himself (again) when the click-whirr of BD’s scanner broke the silence.

“You found another bogling ‘gift?’” Cal muttered. BD chirped negative! from somewhere under the table and emerged with a small, foil-wrapped square.

Bracca. Despite years of dust, Cal immediately recognized the meal bar sold to double-shift employees. This one was dented, shoved deep into a pant pocket to be saved for a day without any other options. BD announced that the square’s interior might be edible, but it didn’t match any food descriptions in his current databank.

“It was barely food,” Cal said. “I’m pretty sure the droids ate better than we did.” Removing the caked-on dust revealed an Echo of rusted iron and rain, the shuffling of hands and goods under a dingy Guild banner, and the desperation of a young Scrapper hiding his last bit of food.

This was from his first night on the Mantis. Cal saw himself there on the cot, a trembling scrap rat of a kid with wild eyes and a broken lightsaber. Sensing echoes from his own memory was rare; psychometry draws upon the experiences of other people. But Cal had a strained relationship with the Force these days – and a strained relationship with himself. Another penance. He found himself drifting towards the bed.

The echo of Cal stripped off his drenched poncho and examined the blaster hole on its sleeve. His gaze darted around the room, then towards the hallway, where Cere’s voice murmured faintly over the hum of the engine. “I shouldn’t trust her,” he exhaled, wringing his Master’s saber in his hands. “She could still turn me in.”

Cal settled next to his younger self. The wind outside was stronger now, dragging purple leaves and glittering flecks across the floor. He sighed and leaned back against the bulkhead.

“She– Cere– she will give everything for you,” Cal whispered. His jaw trembled, and he fought through the grief swelling in his chest. “She’s going to save you over and over. And sometimes you’ll be mad about it, because you think she’s being too cautious. Sometimes her teaching will seem too simple, and you’ll act like you know everything, but you don’t. And when she walks away–” the words caught in his throat. “She walks away and you won’t understand why. And you’ll keep fighting, and you won’t know how to stop, and eventually you ruin everything.”

He tasted salt on his lips. The lights on the ceiling blinked on and off, and on and off.

“So I should leave?”

Cal turned to his own echo, now staring directly at him. 

“I’ll leave,” the younger Cal repeated. “Right now. Make them drop me off on Nar Shaddaa, find work, and go back into hiding. Then none of this will ever happen, and no one will get hurt.”

Five years of sorrow washed over Cal. It was an empty promise from a boy who had not yet experienced the full power of the Empire. But maybe, a quiet voice offered, maybe everyone else would have a better chance without you.

The echo (or whatever the Force it was) glanced past Cal. Somewhere outside, Greez was calling to Merrin. Her reply made Kata laugh, and their distant voices melted into the breeze. “Who is that?” the younger Cal asked.

Cal dragged his boot across the floor. “Family,” he finally replied. “Your family. If you stay.”

“Are they worth it?”

“Yes.” The sharpness in his own voice surprised Cal. Despite everything that went wrong, all the pain he caused, and all the lives lost. You two are the best thing that ever happened in my life, Greez had once said, sitting on this very cot. For all of Cal’s failures, he had somehow been given the best people in the entire galaxy.

And if they chose him, no matter what happened, then maybe Cal could too.

The younger Cal walked to the doorway, hovering at its threshold. “Do we actually do it?” he asked timidly, clipping the broken saber to his belt. “Do we rebuild the Jedi Order?”

Cal met his gaze. “You make a difference. You save people. Not all of them.”

“Is it still worth trying?”

“Yeah. I hope so.”

His echo nodded and disappeared down the hallway. A moment later, Cal heard himself tentatively playing Cere’s hallikset. Then came footsteps and a familiar voice–

–and the memory was gone. Cal stood next to the Mantis couch and stared at the empty space where Cere should be sitting. He pried his fingers from the foil wrapper clenched in his hand and dropped the misshapen lump of Bracca on the table.

“What’s that?” Kata asked as stepped inside. Merrin followed behind, her eyes darting from the meal bar to Cal's pinched eyebrows. A purple leaf had lodged itself inside the fold of her jacket hood.

“Something BD-1 found under the workbench,” Cal shrugged. “It smells weird.”

Kata crouched at the table, poking the foil with one finger. BD hopped up next to her and reiterated his initial findings, but clarified the food item was long expired and no attempt at eating it should be made.

Cal pulled the leaf from Merrin’s jacket, and she in turn brushed a piece of ash from his shoulder. Kata gingerly opened a corner of the foil and immediately made a face. “This is really bad,” she confirmed. “Like nekko barf. Can we show Greez?”

“Lateros smell things differently than we do,” Merrin explained, her expression deadpan. “He will find it pleasant.”

“No way,” Kata teased, but she and BD were already out the door and halfway down the ramp. A moment later, Greez’ yell of disgust echoed across all of Tanalorr.

[kengan-daddies]

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

Taglist:

@zeniiis @tae-v-eat @hauntedsweetsfest @brynanna @cloudy-010

@hippiezworldz @urisu @milybqbes

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre

Character : Baki Hanma

Warnings : Possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, murder, mention of suicide

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma x Motherly! Older Reader

'It's been a month since Kozue's death, and everyone's shock was heavy with silence, she wasn't the most popular girl but she was well known. She was known to be a happy, charming, positive, academic, and blunt girl, she was never known to be suicidal, depressed, or negative. The news flew around like wildfire when a female student discovered Kozue's body.'

'the school was shut down and everyone was evacuated with quickness, the school was out for the next week for proper investigations to be done, everyone who knew her was pulled aside for questioning, and nobody was seen as a suspect. They ruled her death off as the classic case of a suicidal teenager, and her case was closed.'

The Boy Next Door

Baki scoffed quietly as he lay on his bed, his hands laced behind his head and his ankles crossed as he stared at the ceiling. 'The laws get lazier and lazier each year, pretty soon they won't even care to investigate and will just write it off as some petty crime. It's pathetic how broken the system is.' He thought as his eyes drifted close. "Maybe I'll take a little nap, I got nothing better to do." He mumbled. His eyes glanced over at the small clock. '11:22 am... A nap wouldn't hurt.' He thought as he drifted off into a light nap

The sound of you scuring around the house brought him comfort. You were safe, and you were at home... The doorbell rang and his eyes snatched open, he sat up and looked at the clock. "4:45 pm... Damn felt shorter." He said as he got up from the bed. He listened as you opened the door and you happily greeted Kasumi. 'Damn... I really hate to do it to you too Kasumi... But you've been coming around a lot lately.' Baki calmly thought as he got up from his bed, and opened his door. As he walked down the stairs he could hear your and Kasumi's voices clearer.

"It's truly unfortunate." Kasumi said in a somber voice. You hummed in agreement as the sound of glass rang out, meaning you were getting ready to serve tea. "I'm worried for Baki, he doesn't seem too sad but he also doesn't seem very happy either. I just hope he's alright." Came your concerned voice. Baki sat down on the stairs, as he listened in to your and Kasumi's conversation. 'They must be talking about Kozue's death.' He thought. Kasumi grunted softly in response. "Baki's experienced the death of a loved one once before, I'm not too shocked that he isn't dramatic about her death... Then again, maybe he already knew that she was going through something."

Kasumi theorized. Baki leaned back on the steps, his elbows resting behind him as he listened, an amused look on his face. 'That's a pretty good theory.' He thought. The sound of a chair scooting sounded across the floor before a lightweight was put in it and it scooted back sounding more heavy. "Yes... That's true... I remember Baki's reaction to his mother's death... It wasn't a very pretty sight." You said sadly, your voice sounding distant as you went down memory lane. Baki lightly scoffed. 'I wasn't really sad about her death... I was shocked yeah... but I wasn't exactly sad.' He thought.

A heavier weight was shifted in another chair before the table creaked from the same weight. "I hate to say it, but due to Baki's mother's untimely end, prepared him ahead of time... Though, I would've expected him to have a more dramatic reaction to Kozue, due to how much more he loved her." Kasumi said, his voice somber and even but Baki could hear faint suspicion in his voice. Baki's eyes narrowed. 'Not everyone likes a smartass, Kasumi.' Baki thought. The room was quiet for a while, the two adults seemingly mourning Kozue's death silently, the sudden sound of the teapot squealing ended the silence.

The chair scooted across the floor before the weight was lifted off of it, the sound of your light footsteps sounded out as you went to get the teapot off the stove. The light sound of liquid being poured into a container sounded out before it stopped. "Thank you." Kasumi said softly, you hummed in response as the sound of liquid being poured sounded out again while the sound of metal being picked up from the wooden table sounded out as well quickly followed by metal taping glass.

Baki listened to the domestic sounds, a murderous look in his eyes. 'It sounds a bit too comfortable... I don't like it.' He thought. 'The sound of comfort within a home means family... and Kasumi is not family, and he never will be.' Baki thought as he stood up, he silently made his way back upstairs. 'I'll never allow it.' He thought before he turned and opened his door, going into his room for the rest of the afternoon.

The Boy Next Door

The crickets sang their familiar song into the night, the moon, not exactly full shined brightly in the cloudy sky. You lay awake in your bed, your hands laced together as they rested on your stomach, your thoughts swarming with what you and Kasumi spoke of earlier that evening.

{ Kasumi sat across from you, his third cup of tea freshly done, his stare cautious as he stared at you. "Be careful around Baki, something isn't right." He suddenly warned. You were currently drinking out of your teacup when he suddenly said that, you looked up at him in confusion as you pulled the cup away from your lips. "What are you talking about, Kasumi?" You asked. His stare was strong and unwavering as he stared at you. "Don't take this the wrong way, I care for Baki just as much as you do, but I can't help but be worried." He said.

You placed your teacup down on its saucer as you stared at him in confusion. "Kasumi... I don't understand, what are you trying to say?" You asked, you didn't want to just to conclusion or get angry but it was starting to sound like he was trying to say something. Kasumi sighed, almost as if he was preparing himself. "I think that Baki killed Kozue." He said. Your eyes widen as you stare at him in disbelief. You gently shook your head as you stared at him with slight anger. "No... no, no, no... That's impossible, he'd have no reason to do such a thing."

You defended, but Kasumi's stare never gave way and it made your heart ache. "Just think about it, (Y/n). He practically didn't even care when she was found dead. He either knew she was going to commit suicide or he already made plans to off her." He said, trying to make you see reason. You shook your head once more, refusing to believe it. "I'd believe that he probably knew she was going to jump, but I refuse to believe that he would kill her... Baki loved that girl too much... He... He wanted me to accept her as my future daughter-in-law for Christ's sake!!" You defended, your voice rising as the idea of the situation began to dawn on you.

Kasumi sighed once more as he stared at you with a worried look. "Look (Y/n), I don't want to offend you, I'm just-" He was cut off by your scoff as you glared at him. "Too late for that, I invite you in, have tea with you, and you turn around and accuse my son of being a murderer... Yeah, you totally didn't offend me." You said in an upset yet sarcastic voice. Kasumi stared at you with apprehension as his thoughts raced. "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... But, I hope that you can see where my concerns come from." He said in an apologetic voice. You crossed your arms as you sat back in your chair looking away from him as you shook your head.

He stared at you a little longer before he stood up, he walked around the table over toward you, he crouched in front of you, his hand on your lap as he messaged your thigh comfortingly. "Listen... I don't want to lose you, I'm just looking out for you... I just... hope you can understand that." He said softly. You finally looked down at him, hurt in your eyes. "I understand that... I just don't appreciate the fact that you're saying that about Baki... I mean, you know him!! You know he's too kind for that!" You said, your voice rising some as you leaned forward some. He nodded, his stare apologetic and cautious. He didn't want to get you riled up and make Baki come downstairs, he was confident in his skills, but he wasn't very sure if he'd be able to beat Baki if he decided to attack.

"You're right... I shouldn't think so lowly of him, I should know better than anyone else as to what kind of person Baki is... I'm sorry..." He said in a sincere voice. You stared down at him, the hurt in your eyes still evident but not as much as it was before. You nodded, accepting his apology. }

You sighed heavily at the memory before you turned on your side, curling in on yourself as you got lost in your thoughts, Kasumi's words finally weighing in on your thoughts as you battled with yourself. 'It's not true... It can't be... You're not like your father Baki... You're not that kind of boy... Right?' You somberly thought as you constantly juggled your thoughts before eventually succumbing to sleep.

The Boy Next Door

Baki sat on the floor next to your door, his legs bent as his arms rested on his knees. An unreadable look on his face as he thought to himself. 'So... Katsumi's suspicious of me?... I'll have to up my game then... If I kill him now thought, mom would be scared of me, and would probably try to get me locked up, and I can't have that... I'll just have to play it cool for a while, then strike when the moment is right.' He thought darkly as he listened to your soft breathing.

The Boy Next Door

The next morning Baki was up bright and early, he was in the backyard, performing basic morning workouts, and sweat dripped from his body as he put all of his focus into making his body stronger, the sun was appearing and disappearing behind clouds making it a good day to train out. It was a Saturday so Baki had all day to train. He stared into the distance lost in the thoughts that surrounded Kasumi.

The sound of your keys jiggling from inside the apartment caught his attention making him look up curiously at the opened patio door on the balcony. You looked around making sure you weren't forgetting anything before you started to walk over towards the patio door a smile bloomed on your face as you saw that Baki was already curiously standing at the door.

"Going somewhere, ma?" He asked curiously. You sighed tiredly as you nodded at him. "Yup, work called in today, they wanted me to come in so that I could fill in for Barbra." You explained. Baki hummed in thought as he processed the information. He wasn't too keen on Barbra, he didn't really like her but he didn't have an issue with her, just that she was an old, grumpy bitch. "Watch the house while I'm gone Baki, there's plenty of groceries in the house for you to eat from, okay?" You said as you placed your hand on your hip while the other held your keys.

He nodded in response and you nodded back turning away to leave the house as you did. "I'll be back by 5 or 6, behave yourself while I'm gone!" You called out as you opened the door and closed it behind you. Baki sighed in slight disappointment before he looked over at his dog, the old mutt was laying on the couch staring at him. His brows twitched for a bit before he turned back to make his way back out to the yard to continue his training.

"Whelp... guess it's just going to be me and you ol' boy." He spoke to himself as he went back outside, he got back into his training working endlessly to perfect his techniques and make new ones as his thoughts kept wavering from his father, to you, to Kasumi. He had to get stronger to defeat his father, he had to get stronger to keep you safe and he had to think of a way to get Kasumi off his tail. His thoughts went back to his father and worry slightly crawled over his spine.

'I can't let Dad find out about Mom... if he does, then he might her hurt or take her away. It's bad enough that Kasumi knows about her... wait.' His gaze lightened up as a sudden thought crossed his mind he then chuckled to himself. 'Why didn't I think of that sooner?' He thought in triumph as he continued his training, cooking up a plan to possibly kill two birds with one stone. 'It's brilliant, it's almost too good to be my own plan... this is going to be great.' He thought in amusement.

He trained for a few more hours before he decided it was enough and he came inside, he took a shower and ate lunch before he sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, watching some random show he found interesting on Netflix. A knocking sounded out and he looked at the door, he passed his show and got up to answer the door. It was some young man dressed casually, the only thing that caught Baki's attention was the pink cake in the man's hand. "Umm... does a (Y/n) (L/n) live here?" He asked. Baki nodded. "Yeah, she's my mom, but she's at work right now." He explained. The man nodded in understanding as he handed Baki the cake. He then bid Baki farewell as he walked back to his car.

Baki watched the man for a moment, confused as he looked down at the cake, his eyes widened in shock and his knees nearly buckled from fear, his heart raced and his blood ran cold. 'No... no, no, no. I'm not ready yet... why?' He thought in panic. 'I can't stop my legs from shaking... my hands are sweaty...' He thought, his mind taking in every little detail as his fight or flight senses were activated. His teeth grited in slight frustration. "if it's not Kasumi... then it's him." He said agitated.

On the pink cake, written in frosting was a message in hot pink. "Thanks for taking care of my son." He stared down at the cake in annoyance. "Well, so much for not letting Dad find out about her... it seems that he already beat me to the punch." He said aloud in annoyance.

The Boy Next Door

The sound of keys jiggling in the lock sounded out before the door opened, you walked in with a tired sigh as you closed the door and locked it behind you. Walking in you kicked off your shoes before you walked over to the counter, placing your keys and purse down on it as you sighed once more. You looked around, seeing that Baki wasn't downstairs, so you assumed that he was in his bed alseep. It was the weekend so it wouldn't be too shocking if he was. You walked up the stairs, going to check in on him.

You knocked on the door gently. "Baki?" You called out, but you received no answer, not too disturbed by this you gently creaked his door open, peaking in, your relaxed expression turned to one of confusion as you pushed the door open further and turned on the light. "Baki?" You called out once more as you looked around the empty room.

You walked inside, your eyes darting around as you looked for him before you looked down at his bed, with an arched brow you stared confusedly down at the pink cake, the top of it was smeared. "What the?" You questioned in a soft voice as you turned to leave the room. You walked throughout the house, looking everywhere for Baki, but he wasn't home. With slight worry, you fished out your phone from your purse, your brows tight as you dialed Baki's number. You waited for a while with baited breaths as you listened to it ring. "Hello?" came Baki's voice.

You sighed in relief as he answered. "Baki, where are you?" You asked getting straight to the point. "I'm at the park, sorry, I should've left a note." He said in an apologetic voice. You sighed as you turned to leab back against the counter. "It's fine, just please remember to do so next time, okay?" You said. "Okay." He responded. You blinked in thought for a moment before you looked up at the stairs. "Also, Baki?" You questioned. He hummed. "What's with that cake on your bed?" You asked. He chuckled.

"Apparently some girl from my school sent it to me, she wanted to show her condolences for Kozue's death, she said she was deathly afraid of cemeteries so she gave it to me. She would've given it to Kozue's parents but she said they weren't living there anymore." He explained. You gave a hum of understanding as a somber look crossed your face. After Kozue's funeral, her family moved away, nobody knows where to though, they just simply left, without so much as a goodbye. "I see... Well, why is the frosting smudged?" You asked.

He gave a sheepish and guilty laugh. "Umm... well you see..." You gave a fond smile as you sighed. "Let me guess, you got greedy and took a taste out of it?" You asked with a knowing tone. "Mmmaaayyybbbbeee?" He responded sheepishly. You shook your head. "Just be home before dinner okay?" You asked. He chuckled in relief. "Okay, I will." He said. You nodded, pleased with his answer. Once the phone call was ended, Baki's sheepish smile faded completely, going back to a numb stare as he pocketed his phone once more.

"Sorry Mom, you know I hate lying to you." He said as he walked down the busy streets of the city. "I gotta pay my old man a real quick visit."

The Boy Next Door

[forever-rogue]

Could we get some smut of eddie and reader where they started dating a little after he was attacked by the demobats and he's staying with her in her home so she can take care of him. Eddie is having a hard time adjusting not only to his wounds but the fact that his half naked girlfriend walking around the house tending to him won't let him touch her until he's healed then one day he's begging and pleading for it and she finally caves but since eddie is still in a lot of pain he's whimpering a lot bc while it feels great he's also in pain and reader is trying to soothe him telling him he's doing so good and to take it easy but he's trying so hard to make her feel good

AN | Oh, but this got all soft and sweet, but also spicy so 18+ only 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language, Smut (unprotected piv)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie heard your voice, soft and distant, and slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the bleariness. A small smile tugged up the corners of his mouth when he felt you brushing some of his rogue curls out of his face, “Eddie.”

“Baby,” he turned his head to you and his heart practically burst in his chest from how sweetly you were looking at him, “you’re so pretty.”

“So are you,” you tenderly stroked his cheek before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He closed his eyes and scoffed lightly; he was still having a hard time adjusting to his new appearance among other things. But you’d made it a point to make sure he knew how wonderful and loved he was, “I mean it. Don’t even bother arguing with me.”

“I’d never,” he turned and nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand, marveling at how soft and warm it was, “I love you, you know?”

“Of course I do,” your sweet laughter might have been his favorite sound in the entire world. It went straight to his heart and always managed to make him feel better, “are you hungry? I didn’t want you to sleep past dinner and have you up half the night and starving.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed the lump in his throat at your kind words. You’d been taking care of him for almost two months now, never once complaining or making a negative comment. He was still recovering, so much better than he had been, but still found that he grew tired easily and his body still ached.  But none of that ever seemed to matter when he saw you. You made everything better, “I’m kinda hungry.”

“Good,” you started to move from the spot on your bed where you’d been sitting next to his sleeping form, “I’ll start dinner. You just rest until then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” he loathed the idea that you were having to do everything for him. Which you totally weren’t by the way, he was just overly dramatic. He was so used to doing things for himself that he really didn’t like asking for anything. But you never resented him for a moment or anything, you loved him - that the important part, “baby?”

“I don’t need help,” you promised and you could see his face fall slightly, “but I would love some company. Are you up for that?”

“Yes!” his entire face lit up as you motioned with your head for him to follow you to the kitchen. He’d been staying with you in your apartment, and you had to admit, you really enjoyed living with him, having it be just the two of you all the time. It had been easier for him to move in with you after everything that happened, rather than going back and forth between your place and the trailer. Plus…you had some hope that he might just stay permanently. 

“Come on handsome,” you held out your hand and watched as he slowly moved out of the bed. You could see the grimace on his face, his sides still irritating him, but he never complained, he just kept pushing through and getting better one day at a time. 

He eagerly took your outstretched hand, but before you could walk out of the bedroom, he gently held you back. You made a small sound of surprise before turning to him, finding him looking at you with a honey-sweet smile. He pulled you into his warm frame, his hands settled on your hips before he leaned in to press the most tender of kisses to your lips. Your arms were at your side; you weren’t quite sure where to put them so you wouldn’t hurt, but when he didn’t flinch away, you lightly wrapped them around his neck. 

You couldn’t help yourself as you stole a few more kisses from, soft and saccharine and leaving you grinning at each other shyly. He let out a small sigh before pressing his forehead against yours, his big brown eyes studying yours intently before whispering, “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed me?” you gently carded a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “I’ve been right here, bub.”

“Missed kissing you,” he confessed, the softness to his voice caused you to melt, “missed holding you, sex, just being close to you. Missed you.”

“Oh my love,” you took his face in your hands and leaned in close so your nose was nuzzled against his, “I…I’ve missed you too. But I just…I don't want to hurt you or have you hurt yourself. Besides, it’s not going to be forever. I could always give you - “

“I know,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “you don’t have to do that, fuck, I don’t ever want you to feel obligated. Soon?”

“Soon. You’re almost there bub,” you promised, reaching for his hand and bringing to your lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles, “soon.”

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Eddie was convinced that you were trying to kill him. Slowly, but surely, you were going to bring him to his knees. He was currently sitting at the dining table, watching as you flounced around the kitchen making dinner. You were wearing a pair of jean shorts, short enough that whenever you bent over or reached for something he could see peeks of your plump backside. Accompanying that was an oversized t-shirt of his that you’d turned into a crop top, allowing glimpses of your underboob, just enough to leave him practically salivating. Your hair was up and makeup minimal, but you were the most gorgeous being he’d ever seen. 

It had also been a long, practically an eternity in his mind, since you’d been intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, or that Eddie didn’t want to, but you were scared. Scared to hurt him or aggravate his injuries further. You wanted him fully healed before putting his body through vigorous movements. It had been so long that Eddie felt like he was going to cum in his pajama pants from the mere sight of your soft, supple skin. 

“You alright?” you’d been speaking, but he hadn’t heard a word, too enraptured by your beauty and grace to do much of anything. You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing your breasts together even more temptingly. Fuck. You were going to be the sweet, sweet death of him, “Eddie?”

“Fine,” but his voice gave him away, climbing about two octaves higher than it normally was, “all good.”

“Mhmm,” you just shook your head softly before turning back to the counter, “were you even listening to what I was saying?”

“Of course,” he scoffed dramatically, despite the fact that it was a flat out lie.

“What was I just saying then?” you didn’t even have to turn around to know he had the most guilty look on his face. You hummed in amusement before continuing to cut up vegetables, “mhmm. That’s what I thought.”

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted firmly, “you’re out here looking like that - like fucking sin - and expect me to function? Unfair. A game I will always lose.”

“Edward,” you teased and looked over your shoulder, giving him a wink, “soon.”

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You could feel his eyes practically glued to you. He was intensely watching your every move as you got ready for bed. You hadn’t meant to tease him, at least not at first, but you decided to have a little fun with it. You made a show of stripping off your shorts and panties, walking around nude on the bottom as you grabbed a pair of his boxers and slipping them on. Your top was next and you made sure to turn to him, offering a quick smile before tugging on a large, loose t-shirt, effectively obscuring your shape. He huffed at that.

You put your hair up and walked to the bathroom to take off your makeup, knowing that he was sitting there and stewing. You’d make it up to him, that was the plan anyway - you’d offer him a blowjob in his time of need. You took your sweet time, longer than you usually would be slowly making your way back to the bedroom. As soon as you entered the room, you spotted Eddie sitting up and leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Hey baby,” your voice was a gentle whisper as you got ready to slide into the bed next to him. He put his hand in your spot and shook his head, a pouty little frown on his features, “what’s wrong?”

“You,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “are you a menace.”

“Eddie,” you kissed his cheek before he could pull away, “I’m sorry - I couldn’t help it. But I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah?” his eyes lit up with excitement and internally you sighed; you wanted to have to sex, but you were more worried about hurting him. It just didn’t seem like it was worth the risk to you, “does that mean we can finally….have sex?”

“I…can I offer you a nice sloppy bj in this trying time?” you teased softly and his expression faltered ever so slightly. You ran a hand through his hair and sighed lightly, “Eddie. It’s not that I don’t want to, because I really, really want to. I’m just…scared. I don’t want to hurt you and I’m just afraid that something will happen to you. If I hurt you or something happened, I’d never forgive myself. You’re almost there…soon.”

He couldn’t bring myself to look at you - mostly because he didn’t want you think he was mad or upset or that he though you were obligated to have sex with him. He just missed being so physically close and intimate with you. He missed having all of you.

“Sure,” he nodded before pulling the blankets up higher, “soon.”

You laid down next to him, turning off the light, leaving only the soft night light in the corner on. It bathed the room in a soft glow and made Eddie look practically ethereal. You stayed still in silence for a few minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you rolled onto your side to face him and found that he was already turned towards you, a curious expression on his face, “I…promise me we’ll stop if it hurts or anything feels off?”

“I promise-”

“Swear it on sweetheart,” you insisted firmly, and he laughed lightly. Next to you, his guitar was easily his favorite thing, “I’m being serious! Do it.”

“I swear on sweetheart that if anything feels wrong or off we’ll stop,” he sounded so ridiculously giddy but you could tell that he was being honest, “but baby, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you insisted softly, “trust me…I really do.”

Before he could say anything else, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours, kissing him with a gentle urgency. He kissed you right back, already softly moaning into your mouth. It had been a long, long time since you’d kissed him or been kissed like this. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed it. Eddie sat back up and propped himself against the headboard, cushioned by some pillows before reaching over and pulling you into his lap. 

“Fuck, you’re so soft and pretty,” he mumbled as he kissed you anywhere that he could reach. He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, biting at the delicate skin to leave behind a haze of lavender bruises. You bit your lip to keep from being too loud, but Eddie was having none of, “oh pretty baby, don’t hold back. Let me hear you, let me relearn all those pretty sounds you make.”

“Feels good,” you whispered against his lips as his hands settled under the shirt and on your waist, warm on the supple flesh there, “missed how touch me.”

He silently tugged on the bottom of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. You answered him by taking it off yourself and tossing somewhere onto the floor. You heard him inhale sharply as he looked you over. He reached up and touched your breasts, massaging them gently, “missed touching you.”

“Eddie, please,” you could feel  the grin on his face as he leaned and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin and causing you to arch into his touch. You were trying your best to be cognizant of his wounds, but your mind was already feeling hazy. It had been so long since he’d touched you. You could feel that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment and you couldn’t help but lightly grind against him.

“Good girl,” he praised softly, lavishing the other breast with the same attention.You carded a hand through his dark curls, gently scratching at his scalp as you leaned into him, “there you go. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” he always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and you wanted him to know that you felt the exact same way about him. Sometimes he’d had a hard time believing it before all of the business in the upside down, but now it was even harder, especially on days when he was feeling low. But you’d always thought he was the best damn thing and vowed to make him realize that. He leaned into your touch and you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “wanna make you feel good, Eds.”

“I know,” he rasped against your ear, “fuck, wanna be all over you but I have to be inside of you. Please?”

“Are you sure, my love?” you took his face ever so gently in your hands, making sure that he knew exactly what he was asking for. He nodded, pretty brown eyes almost black with his lust and hunger for you, “take it easy, yeah?”

“Sweetheart,” he let out a long exhale, his hands settling on your hips in a tight grip. You wondered if you would be sporting finger shaped bruises tomorrow - part of you really hoped so, “I’ll try. But it’s been over two months since I’ve had you, and I’m just going to try not to blow my load immediately.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you shook your head softly, gently turning his face so he was looking up at you, “it’s been a while for both of us, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter, what matters is being together. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a nervous chuckle; his heart felt lighter knowing that you weren’t going to judge him for anything. Not that he believed you ever would, but the reassurance was still nice, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you promised, sitting up slightly so you could push your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. You almost fell in the process, clumsy as ever, but causing you both to laugh, “I guess I’m rustier at this than I thought.”

Eddie’s eyes almost bugged out at the sight of you naked and perched on his legs. His hand was already absentmindedly stroking the soft skin of your thigh as you tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could see the flash of hesitation in his eyes before he slowly nodded and let you pull his shirt off. You quickly did so and tossed it to the side to join your clothes in the growing pile. You knew that he was watching your expression closely to see how you were going to react to his body, but he found nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

“Terrible?”

“Terribly handsome,” you insisted, reaching for the waistband of his boxers. You could tell just how hard he was from the way they were tented, “is this okay?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” he was almost ready to beg, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside of you. You eagerly complied, hooking your fingers in the elastic waistband and tugging them down his legs. He was almost painfully hard, precum already leaking from his tip. There was something exhilarating about both of you being naked and vulnerable in front of each other; it felt so incredibly intimate, “baby.”

“Do you want me to s-”

“No,” needless to say, that was the fastest he’d ever said not to a blowjob, “n-not right now. Just wanna be inside of you.”

“I’ll give you a raincheck on that,” you leaned in and nudged your nose against his, “you know I’d never say no to you.”

“Are you wet enough or…” you cut him off but grabbing his hand, using two of his long, thick fingers and dragging them through your soaked cunt. He moaned lightly at the feeling; needless to say, you were definitely wet enough, “fuck baby, all for me?”

“Always,” you grinned softly, “all for you. C’mere.”

You ran your thumb over the head of his cock and and gathered the precum before using it as you gave him a few slow strokes. The look on his face looked somewhere between agony and pure heaven as he lightly bucked into your touch, “keep doing that and I’m going to cum in your hand.”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you cooed softly, kissing his cheek as he hissed lightly at the feeling, “you can let go.”

“I-I would,” he was breathing heavily, which only managed to turn you on more, “b-but I don’t know if I’ll have enough energy for another round and I really want to cum in you. Will you let me do that, baby?”

“Yeah,” you promised softly, brain going fuzzy at the idea, “okay.”

You shifted up and slowly dragged his thick cock through your folds, before guiding him to your entrance. You slowly sank down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation as you took him all the way. Eddie ran a hand over his face, trying to control himself, “you feel so good. Missed this so much.”

“Me too,” you promised softly, “you feel so good, so big.”

You braced yourself on the headboard, not wanting to put an extra weight of pressure on him, before slowly starting to move. It felt clumsy and uncoordinated after not having done this for so long and needing to get back into it. You laughed at yourself, but Eddie only looked at you with big, soft eyes, “baby, baby, baby. You’re - fuck - doing so good.”

“Feels good,” you agreed as you bounced on his cock, breasts in his face, which only made him grab them and play with them. You arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaped your lips, “yes, just like that, Eddie.”

The boy couldn’t help himself, and started to buck his hips up, meeting you movement for movement. It felt so good to have him again, to feel him all over you, to feel that delicious familiar warmth start to tingle through your limbs that you almost didn’t hear his little whimper. You stopped suddenly and looked at him with concern, and you saw the tears glistening in his eyes. 

“Eddie,” you let out a small sigh, upset to see him hurt - this was exactly what you had been trying to avoid, “oh honey. This was what I didn’t want to happen.”

“‘s okay,” he insisted but the grimace on his face suggested otherwise, “please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

“Eddie,” you touched his face, gently stroking his cheek, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “don’t want to keep avoiding doing stuff just because it hurts a little. It’ll get better in time, it’s already better. But right now, I just want this.”

“My sweet boy,” you relaxed on top, sitting back before slowly moving again, keeping your eyes locked on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he whispered, moving with you, but slowly and gently this time, “‘m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay,” you trusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck as you pulled him close. You could see the blissed out look on his face, “let go, Eddie. Cum for me.”

He buried his face in your neck, spilling inside of you with a soft cry, his hips slowly ceasing their movement as you felt the warmth inside you. But Eddie was never one to cum alone, and moved to play with your clit, which gave that last little push that you needed to cum to. A pretty moan escaped dripped from your lips as your walls clenched around him and you whispered his name like a prayer as he worked you through your release.

The look on his face was nothing short of beautiful as you both came down from your highs, trying to catch your breaths. You kissed him, nothing rushed or intense, just pure sweetness; you could feel him smiling against your lips. 

“That was…awesome,” he grinned as you giggled at him, shaking your head with affection, “had me feeling like a damn virgin again.”

“Same here,” you admitted, “are you okay, my love? Really?”

“Yes,” he promised, “I’m good - really fucking good honestly. Let’s never wait that long again, yeah?”

“Definitely not,” you agreed, before feeling your face warm up under his reverent gaze, “can we…can we stay like this for a while?”

“Of course, angel,” he whispered, “we can stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know about forever…”

“As long as you want,” he kissed the crown of your head as he slowly laid back down with you on top of him, “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Munson.”

[pretty-blkgirl]

Soul’s Desire [Ch. 20]

-Masterlist-

~~~~|~~~~

You always thought it was silly the way Chan shamelessly sniffed at Felix’s hair whenever and wherever. But as he lay on your shoulder, hand resting on your upper thigh, you can’t help but make a mental note to ask him what shampoo he uses later.

“How was your schedule y/nnie?” Chan asks as he walks into the living room with 2racha following close behind him.

You shrug, a little grin forming, “Nothing special. We just filmed a fan chant video”

Your day was simple, but a little awkward. Your conversation with Dae created an uncomfortable atmosphere between the two of you. You understood her protectiveness, but you didn’t like her interrogation, and you two agreed to talk when you returned home.

“Lucky” Han sighed, sitting next to Lee Know on the sofa opposite you and Felix, “We had to record, go to a meeting, and film tik toks”

“Poor baby” you teased, earning you a not-so-threatening glare from Han.

A few minutes of banter ended when Hyunjin and Seungmin entered the house with boxes of pizza and cases of beer.

I.N. ran to get plates from the kitchen, coming back with his usual fox-like smirk.

“Maknae first” He cheeses, giving you a plate as Hyunjin sets the boxes of pizza down

“No, it’s okay! You guys can eat first”

“It’s not a choice y/n” Felix confessed, “We let our youngest eat first, plus you’re a guest, plus you’re our newest soulmate. So, you have like, triple dibs”

You knew going back and forth with the group would be useless, so you made your plate and asked Chan for some of his pineapple juice.

“Of course” He winked

“Me too hyung,” Han says to the older, who only stares at him blankly before going into the kitchen

Chan came back with a full bottle of pineapple juice for you and a reasonable amount in a cup for Han, the full cheeked man pouted but accepted his juice with no complaints.

Seungmin took a seat on the other side of you, smiling shyly when you looked at him

“Should we eat, and then talk?” He questioned, which seemed to get the rest of the group’s attention

Honestly, you wanted to get the conversation over with. You knew it would be uncomfortable for you, so maybe doing it while everyone was eating would be better.

“I can talk now” You murmured, ears heating up when you realized all eyes were on you.

“Um, I wanted us to all get together because I wanted to apologize to you guys all at once. I think it’s pretty obvious I’ve been avoiding you all, and I want you to know it’s not because of you guys, I’ve just been going through a lot and I didn’t want any negative energy spreading to you all”

Everyone nods silently. You can tell they’re thinking about what you said, but the silence is making you even more nervous.

Sensing your anxiety, Chan speaks up, “We understand, and we forgive you”

“Do you?” You question quickly, “You guys aren’t upset”

“Upset isn’t the right word” Hyunjin admits, “Maybe a little disappointed? I know for me, I really am excited to get to know you better, so when you weren’t talking to us, I did feel a certain way”

“Me too” Felix admits, “But it wasn’t anger or anything. We figured you were probably going through something, especially with you guys debuting, so we figured you’d be distant, but radio silence did kinda suck”

“I thought that maybe we did something?” Seungmin chimes in, “Like, you seemed shaken up after our date”

You cringe a little remembering the whole lake fiasco

“No, truly you guys have been nothing short of great. It’s just me. From now on, I am fully committed to getting to know you guys and building our relationship. I’ll be damned before I fumble eight soulmates”

A chorus of laughter makes the scene more comfortable.

“We’re excited to start this new chapter” Chan spoke, “And I can’t wait to see what the nine of us will accomplish together”

With that, you guys talk for hours, switching between serious and unserious conversations. You couldn’t help but feel like you were right where you were supposed to be.

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[dairy-farmer]

DamiTim idea.

When Damian joins the family he never tries to hurt or kill Tim. In fact, he is distant and polite to him at all times. He develops a brotherly antagonistic relationship with Jason and the father figure relationship with Dick, but he goes out of his way to not form any kind of real relationship with Tim. He calls him Drake, never invites him to hang out or spend time one-on-one like he does occasionally with Jason or Dick or Cass, and in fact they rarely talk to each other at all.

Tim, and the rest of the family, aren't sure what to make of it. On the one hand, the fact that Damian treats Tim with the kind of distant politeness you would a casual acquaintance or co-worker isn't exactly great. But on the other hand, considering he was raised by assassins and Jason tried to kill Tim a couple times when they first met, it's honestly better than most of them were expecting. But the main issue is that Damian always make sure that people are very clear on the fact that he and Tim are not brothers. Not rudely, not maliciously, but firmly nonetheless.

If people comment about the two of them being brothers, Damian's usual response is something along the lines of 'While did indeed taken and adopt Drake, The two of us do not have anything resembling a familial relationship, which I am quite happy about."

It probably would have been more concerning if it had a negative effect on their night job, but it doesn't. Damian has never complained about Tim's ability to do his job, has never hesitated to be his backup or come to his aide. He just doesn't seem interested in having a personal relationship with him.

Until!

The day Damian turns 18 the whole family has gathered at the manor for a family breakfast before getting ready for a big celebratory gala in the evening. Damian is the last to arrive, and politely greets everyone like normal, before he turns and smiles at Tim with a "Good morning, Timothy. You're looking well." Before continue on as if nothing has happened. Everyone is pretty shocked, but considering everything that has to be done by the evening no one really gets a chance to talk about it.

Later, at the gala, once all the guests have arrived and food and drinks are being consumed, Damian gets everyone's attention to give a speech; he thinks the guest for attending, thanks everyone for the gifts and their kind wishes, and then turns to Tim.

Very formally he asks Tim if he would do him the honor of accepting his offer of courtship, with an eye towards eventual marriage. Shocked silence, followed immediately by a sea of loud voices: guest gossiping, Dick and Bruce basically screaming "WHAT?!?" at the top of their lungs, and Tim just completely frozen and shock and bewilderment.

After all the guests are quickly shooed home there is a family meeting where everyone tries to figure out what the fuck is going on, at which point they finally learned the reason behind Damian's odd treatment of Tim.

Before showing up and joining the family Damian had made sure to read up on every piece of information about the family that Ra's and The League had, in order to familiarize himself with everyone and plan his integration. That was when he came across Tim's file and he fell in love instantly. Not only was Tim absolutely lovely in appearance, but he was highly skilled in combat and vigilante related skills, as well as a wide variety of civilian skills, as well as being friendly, helpful, and intelligent. Damian had been worried about Tim developing familial/sibling feelings for him, which would make it quite difficult to convince Tim to court and marry him. He was also aware that some people, particularly in high society and the media might take issue with them being legally related via Bruce's adoption, as well as the age gap.

So in order to deal with all those issues Damian decided the best course of action would be to keep a polite distance from Tim in order to prevent any family feelings from developing, while waiting to come of age and making sure it was well known that he did not viewed Tim as a brother in any way. Now that he has of age, of course, Damian is planning to pull out all the stops in order to make Tim his.

Over the next few weeks he showers Tim with gifts; and not just normal romantic gifts like flowers and chocolate and jewelry. Every single gift is painstakingly selected to cater to Tim's interests and tastes: flavorful and elegant coffees and teas from around the world, professional high grade photography equipment, autographed and exclusive superhero and skateboarding merchandise, as well as smaller gifts and trinkets. Damian spends a lot of time with Tim, who was confused and slightly reluctant at first, but was quickly won over by Damian's thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

It takes less than 6 months for the two of them to announce their engagement. The ceremony is lovely, they are deeply in love, and then they spent the entire honeymoon fucking nasty. Damian worships and destroys Tim's body in turns, with a level of skill that Tim is incredibly confused about since he knows for a fact that Damian has never dated anyone (which he now knows is because Damian was in love with him). At the end of their two-week honeymoon, it's pretty much a guarantee that Tim is pregnant.

👀👀👀👀👀 damian planning from the get go to make tim his wife and officially courting him as soon as he was able to!!!

and despite the initial distance between him and tim damian manages to close it in a matter of months because unlike so many people, damian genuinely had an avid interest in tim and payed close attention to the things he enjoyed and liked which was why tim ended up returning his feelings!!🥺🥺🥺

[dreamingofep]

Forbidden Love💔❣️

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Reuniting with Elvis was supposed to be the highlight of your summer, but with unresolved tensions between you two, things aren’t what they seem. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, TENSION!!!

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my new fic! Very excited to share this with you all. 1969 was quite a year for Elvis and just needed to write what he was doing that summer🤭 Enjoy!

If you'd like to read any of my other fics, start here or Ao3! Hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

June 15, 1969

You grumble sitting here, trying to figure out if you both would get by this month. It’s always been a little tough, that’s just how it’s been lately. But the last few months have been exceptionally rough. You were waitressing at the local diner seven days a week. Before that, you’d usually be out auditioning for any film or TV show. You practically lived on a movie set since you were so busy with different projects. It was your dream you’ve chased your whole life and felt you had what it took to be in Hollywood. 

You moved here when you were twenty-four, hoping to get attention for a new movie in the works. It was a lot of hard work, but you did get roles. You got a few lead roles or even things like background work.

Things changed when you married John. He was once so loving and supportive about your dreams, but drastically changed once you two married and moved in together. He was much more distant and borderline cold when he talked to you. You were always so excited when you got a new audition or had a really good day on set. Your mood would instantly get deflated when he talked about how he thought a certain movie was silly or how he thought you could spend your time doing more useful things. 

It always felt like a punch in the gut when he said those kinds of things to you. You pushed yourself to ignore such negative thoughts though. Nothing was going to stop you. 

You met John because he was friends with Elvis in the 50’s. You and Elvis were friends before John ever came around. But things changed between you and Elvis and you didn’t know exactly what happened that caused such a riff.

You were surprised being in Hollywood at the same time Elvis was, you never ran into each other. There was a part of you that missed your old friend. He was always so much fun to hang out with and you were sure he was the same way as he was years ago. There was always this hope when you booked something on the MGM lot that you would run into Elvis and you would catch up like no time has gone by. But your naive way of thinking only made you more disappointed as the years went on.

When you saw articles about Elvis in the paper or saw his picture in a magazine, it made you miss him more than anything. It would be nice to have a friend when times get tough but he never reached out. 

Your family knew the Presleys and had a similar upbringing in Memphis. You would have dinners together sometimes and got along with Elvis since you were the same age. He was exceptionally handsome and all the girls loved him. You saw he had beauty inside and out though. He was more than just a pretty face. You didn’t pursue anything romantic with him. It was easier to just be friends. You thought of him fondly and wanted the best for him, that’s all you could do. 

As the years have gone on, you found yourself unhappier than ever. With the financial strain looming over your head, you weren’t going out for as many auditions as you used to and your life felt so empty without art. John was out all day searching for new jobs lately, straining your relationship further. But you understood he was trying to make more money and pick up any job he could find. You tried to take as many shifts at the diner to help him out and not make him feel like the financial responsibility was all on him.

It was time to do something about the current situation you’re in, you just weren’t exactly sure what to do. You go to turn on the radio, trying to drown out the incessant worried voices that were ringing in your head. You turn the volume knob up and one of Elvis’ songs came on. That voice always put you in a good mood and the idea popped into your head; maybe Elvis could help him find a new job or hire him personally?

“When was the last time you talked to Elvis?” You ask over the music. 

“A few weeks ago, why?” 

“You should call him, see if he has any recommendations for jobs for you,” you say nonchalantly. 

“I don’t know… I don’t want to overstep,” John says shortly. 

“You’re one of his oldest friends, I don’t think he’d be upset,” you try to reassure. John sighs and goes into the other room to make the phone call, closing the door behind him. 

It was true, they had known each other since they were teenagers and kept in touch quite often. It made you a little sad he never asked about you or made an effort to talk to you. So many things changed when he got drafted. You lost contact with him and when he came back to the States, he was trying to be a big Hollywood star. He didn’t have time for you anymore. It stung, but you knew he’d be just fine without you. 

John came back into the room quietly, looking uncomfortable. 

“He said yes,” he says surprised. 

You look at him a little shocked, “he said yes to what?” You ask. 

“He said I could go and work for him,” he says a bit relieved. 

“Oh my gosh, that’s great!” You say. 

“I start tomorrow. He wants us there at his Hillcrest house in the afternoon,” he explains. You were so happy this was happening. 

You were relieved Elvis was doing this for him! This could change so much! Depending on what Elvis could pay him, your lives might be much different! Maybe you both wouldn’t have to struggle and worry so much about finances. Perhaps you can start acting again… there were so many possibilities with this new turn of events. Your life might get a lot better because of all of this. 

*

You couldn’t pinpoint why you were so nervous to see Elvis again but you were. A part of you felt like you did something wrong and that’s why he stopped talking to you. You knew that was all in your head but you couldn’t shake the feeling. You must have changed your dress a dozen times thinking the color didn’t suit you or it wasn’t the right thing to wear, but you were running late and had to settle for this dress you were wearing. It was a simple, black and white sundress with cherry blossoms scattered on the lower half. John was waiting in the car for you, impatient as always.

You lived about twenty minutes away from Elvis’ Hillcrest home. You had never been to this house before but heard it’s really beautiful. It was up in the hills and was in a relatively quiet neighborhood, perfect for a rock and roll singer to be left alone.

You pull up to the iron gates with a red brick driveway and wait for someone to open the gate for you both. The car stops and you pop out of the car quickly. You felt like a child with this unwavering curiosity. The front had a beautiful entrance and so much lush greenery and flowers surrounding the long driveway. You felt like you could be in the countryside rather than in the heart of Los Angeles with all this vegetation. The smell of jasmine and pine filled your nose the longer you stood out here and never knew more of a heavenly scent. The house was pretty modern and very clean from the outside. 

“Do you wanna come inside or are you just going to stand there?” John says. 

You snap out of it and cordially smile at him even though his tone ticked you off. You walk quickly to the front door with him and John opens the door, letting you step in first. 

The foyer was spacious with gold picture frames of Elvis and his parents in black and white. You missed them, they were always so sweet to you. The white marble floors shone brightly and the sound of your clicking heels echoed through the front entrance. The dining room was on the left with a large black table with matching chairs around it. 

You peek around the corner and see suede-white couches in the living room with a large mirror above them. This place felt warm and inviting, like a home. It reminded you of Graceland in a way, how the second you walked through the door, you felt 

safe and cared for. 

“Hey EP,” John says gleefully. 

You quickly turn around and see Elvis walking into the dining room. You have to hold your breath as he walks in because you barely recognize him. Or you forgot how good-looking he was. 

He walks in confidently wearing a yellow, silk button-up that was unbuttoned to the middle of his tan chest and black slacks. A black leather belt was fastened at his waist and his leather boots echoed in the halls. He let his hair grow out longer than you’ve ever seen and it looked quite nice on him.  Elvis reaches his hand out to shake John’s hand and smiles as he greets him. 

You stand there frozen, unable to move any closer to him. They start to exchange words and hug each other. As Elvis pulls John in for a hug, he makes eye contact with you. His gleeful grin turns into a wide-eyed stare in your direction and his smile fades. Your heart thumps wildly, not sure what to do or say after an expression like that. Elvis pats John’s back and continues to look at you with a blank expression. 

“Hey y/n,” Elvis says low. 

Jesus that voice, it did something incomprehensible to you. It was so sultry without even trying. 

“H-hi Elvis,” you say timidly. 

The longer you stare at him, the more you realize how long it’s been since you’ve seen him last. He no longer has that baby face but he somehow still has that boyish innocence strewed across his face when he looks at you. He looks so much taller now even though you’re sure he hasn’t grown that much taller over the last ten years. Elvis had this newfound confidence in him that you had never seen before. It was like he glowed from the inside out. There was a magnetism to him that you’ve never encountered by just looking at a man. His entire presence was overwhelming and had you awestruck. 

Elvis turns back to John and puts the smile back on his face before facing him. 

“It’s so great to have you here man. You should have called sooner. Why don’t you go outside and meet the rest of the guys? I don’t think you’ve met everyone yet. They’ll explain more of what to do, I’ll be there in a sec,” he says positively. 

John makes his way back to the front door and nods his head at you. The door closes gently and you slowly turn your attention back to Elvis. He still has that same look on his face. He walks cautiously over to you, inspecting you carefully. The closer he gets to you, the more details you can see on his face. His eyes looked so blue and mesmerizing. His gaze was so intense you had to look away or you might find yourself blushing. He stops a few feet away from you, keeping a comfortable distance between you two. 

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” He asks you. You meet his eyes and haven’t been this close to him in ages. You feel like you’re eighteen again and completely tongue-tied. You smile sweetly at him. 

“It has. Over ten years since I’ve seen you,” you say.  You can’t help but sound a bit sour when you say that. Puts into perspective how much has changed over the years. 

He hums softly to himself, his eyebrows furrowing, “you’re right… I haven’t seen you since that night,” he says a bit smugly. 

You freeze, you hated how he put so much emphasis on that sentence. You brush that off and try not to show that his words got to you. 

“Yeah, at your going away party. That was the last night I saw you before you went off to Germany,” you throw back. “And I somehow haven’t seen you since.”

He stared blankly at you, clearly affected by your calloused words. You turn away from him, walking over to the living room to look at the different decorations but to also hide the smug smile that formed on your face. 

“I’ve been busy,” he mumbles behind you. 

"Mhmm," you hum.

You look at the side tables that had a couple of different pictures of Elvis with friends and family. There was a particular one that caught your eye. It was one with Elvis and a girl who had her arms around his neck. She was pretty with big eyes and long blonde hair. 

You suddenly get this weird shiver down your spine. You remember you only feel that way when Elvis is behind you. His presence was suffocating and everyone knew when he walked into a room. Call it a blessing or a curse, but he just had this indescribable thing about him. You had to be in the same room as him to understand. 

You don’t have to turn around to know he’s behind you when you talk, “Who’s this?” You ask pointing to the picture frame. 

“Uhh, that’s uhh- that’s Dianne,” he says a bit shyly. 

“Mmm… your girlfriend I assume?” You say smartly. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” he says flatly. 

You finally turn around to face him, confused by his tone. 

“What do you mean ‘you guess’?”

You can tell he’s slightly agitated by the question. He stares at the picture for a moment and looks back at you. 

“We have… an agreement of sorts. We go out together any time we know there’s going to be cameras. It helps my image you know?” He says shortly. 

“No, I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. I thought you either have a girlfriend or you don’t,” you say a bit smartly. 

“Well, when you’re me, and you’re thirty-four, it’s not a great look to be a bachelor anymore. At least it looks like I’m happy to the public and with a woman I could possibly marry in the future.” He says it like he rehearsed it a thousand times. 

“Oh. I didn’t know… I’m sorry you have to force something like that,” you say gently. ��Do you like her though?” 

He shrugs his shoulders, “I can enjoy her company sometimes. But deep down, I couldn’t care less if she’s here,” he admits. 

You were taken aback by his comments. You once thought of him as a romantic but it seems something deep inside him changed…

You don’t know what else to say about that and as you look into his eyes, you see the hurt that resides there. There’s some voice telling you in the back of your head to comfort him. To just reach out your hand and place it on his chest. He was your friend after all. You hated to see anyone hurt especially one that was Elvis. But you turn to sit on the couch and to get some space from him, knowing you might be here for a while with John doing whatever he’s doing outside. 

“And how’s married life for you?” He asks a bit sarcastically. 

You look up at him almost shocked at his tone. You were married to one of his closest friends after all. 

“It’s fine,” you say shortly. 

“Just fine?” He asks. “You’re not living your fairytale life?” He quips. You didn’t like anyone poking fun at you and especially your personal life. 

“Why do you care Elvis? Things are fine and that’s all you need to know,” you snap. 

“I was just curious since he called me in a panic,” he says nonchalantly, leaning back onto the couch with his arms stretched out along the back of it. He stretches out his long legs and your eyes trail up and down them. Jesus, he was so distracting....

“And he said things were rocky between you two,” he tells you. 

You were shocked at this admission! What do you mean things were rocky? Well, you understood how it might be seen like that. You both were the most distant you’ve ever been since getting married. You just blamed it on working so much that you didn’t make time for each other and the overall financial strain. 

“That’s really none of your business! What happens between me and my husband is none of your concern. We’re doing our best,” you say with your voice wavering slightly. 

He nods his head as he looks at you with a softness in his eyes. 

“Then tell me, how are you really? Are you okay?” He asks. 

The way he looked at you was so tender, so sweet, but you didn’t like how he talked about your relationship. His words got under your skin so easily. It was like he was waiting to laugh at John and everything your life had turned out to be. You couldn’t let it go, it bugged you too much, and knew you were fighting fire with fire if you kept going. 

“You’d know how I was doing if you picked up your damn phone or read the letters I wrote to you. Did you even receive them?” You snap. 

He stares at you like he wants to snap too but he holds it together. 

“Yeah… I got them…” he says coldly. 

Your heart sinks a bit, hurt that your suspicions were right all along. He received all the letters you wrote to him while he was off in Germany, worried about how lonely he’d be by himself there. Even after he came back to the States, you continued to write to him but with no avail, you never got a letter back. John got his phone number when he was back at Graceland and you tried to call him to see if he’d at least talk to you but he would never take your call. He was always ‘busy’ or wasn’t there at the house. After a while, you gave up. You got the message he didn’t want to talk to you. And now, the message is extremely clear. He doesn’t want anything to do with you. 

“You got them and you didn’t bother to write me back?! Even just one phone call telling me you don’t have time to talk would have been better than hearing radio silence from you all these years!” You say agrivated, raising your voice slightly. He stays silent, looking at you with a straight face and a heated gaze. 

You stand up quickly, anger taking over your better judgment. “Are you going to answer me?! Or are you just going to sit there and not respond like you always have?” You spat. He continues to not say a word. The silence was deafening in here and you wanted to leave as quickly as possible. You don’t have any more patience for him. 

You start to walk out of the living room and can’t help but have the last word. 

“You know I was dumb enough to want to be in a movie with you? I was this close to being in one with you a few years ago. It was between me and this other girl. The producers loved me. They said I had it. Then last minute, I was told they were going in a different direction. I guess it was a good thing I didn’t have to deal with your piss poor attitude,” you tell him. 

His expression stayed stark and his gaze didn’t waiver. “Yes, I know about that. I’m glad something was done about it. It would have been an unenjoyable experience for both of us,” he snarls back. 

You were taken aback by these hideous words. You couldn’t believe he said such things to you. It was mean and uncalled for. How did he even know you were up for a movie with him? Who told him?

There was no time to ask these questions because your patience had run dry with him. 

“You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe I thought I missed you after all these years,” you say as you start to walk away. 

You only make it a few steps before you feel him grab your wrist and still you. You grunt in surprise and quickly turn back to face him. He was so close to you. Being this close and looking up into those luring eyes was intoxicating. You could feel your breathing hitch in your throat as you stood there unable to speak. 

“What,” you squeak out weakly. 

“What could you possibly miss about me hmm?”

You can’t speak, he’s looking at you like he could devour you. 

“What parts of me do you miss?” He says low. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks and the heat coming off of him makes you feel lightheaded. You can’t breathe the way he keeps looking at you. 

This was low for him. How dare he bring up such things. Especially things that were so far in the past. 

“Fuck you. How dare you-,” You seethe in his face but he cuts you off, taking another step closer. 

“Tell me. What do you miss? My lips? My hands?” He challenges. He gently lifts his other hand and uses the back of it to caress your face. He barely touches your skin but when he does, it’s like an electric shock running through you. It’s the most calming and electrifying feeling. You can’t help but lean into his touch. 

“Elvis,” you warn, looking defiantly into his eyes. 

He takes another step closer, chests almost touching. He turns to the side of your face, his lips inches away from your ear. 

“You probably still think of my hands when you touch yourself, don’t you,” he breathed. 

You feel your mouth go dry and your heart shudders in your chest. You have nothing to say, nothing to refute that with. You slowly pull your head away from his and look into his eyes again. They were serious and commanding. They made you want to crumble right there at his feet. 

You don’t notice it right away, but both of your chests are heaving slightly as you’re standing there. You didn’t realize your hand was squeezing his bicep tightly. His arm felt toned underneath his shirt and you inadvertently squeezed it tighter. 

Nope. You can’t do this. That ship has sailed a long time ago. 

His bedroom eyes drift down to your parted lips. Neither of you move, it’s too tense to say anything but you can feel the way he wants to keep you in this moment with him for as long as possible. He bites his lip sensually and you hear his breathing hitch. He was so distracting, how he was drawing attention to his plump lips. You remember all too well how those lips felt when they crashed into yours…

“Hey EP where are ya?” A man’s voice belts from the front door. 

You quickly take a step back from Elvis, desperately needing space from him. You heave for breath and brush your hair off of your face. You can’t believe you got so flustered by him. It was cruel what he did. 

Looking back at Elvis, he had a smug smile on his face. Oh, it made you so angry. Was this all a game to him? You hadn’t been here for more than ten minutes and he was trying to dig his way under your skin. 

“I’m comin’ hold on,” Elvis yells out. He smirks at you as he lets go of your arm. His eyes trail over your body once more and sighs softly.

"I'll see you around, honey," he murmurs.

You hold your breath once more. That word he just used made you feel weak and indefensible.

Honey...

Lord, he hadn't called you that name since...oh... yeah, you remember the last time he called you that. That night seemed like a lifetime ago but now that Elvis brought it up, it was in the forefront of your mind. You remember everything so clearly and catch yourself thinking about his hands...his lips... uh oh.

This isn't good.

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[on-leatheredwings]

to be fair dick was my favorite for a while! maybe that's just due to nostalgia but i definitely had a dick grayson era. I think my favorite (yandere wise) would be tim? I like the way you put it; he’s charming but still more approachable than dick. I think part of that is that, to a lot of people, dick never seems to get angry. tim feels a lot more human because he’s not this constant pillar of support for everyone, he gets tired and it’s pretty obvious. yandere or not all of the bats are putting up a facade most of the time. maybe their guards aren’t up 24/7 but batman definitely trained them to . dick feels distant and dissociative in a way because only a few people have seen him really ticked off. tim’s also younger, and probably knows how he’s expected to act around others or socialize with his peers. he jokes around a lot i think but part of his charm is also just his. awkwardness? i think dick’s more charismatic than charming, anyway. (not that tim is more friendly than dick, he’s just more normal. his normality is part of his charm!! he’s not perfect and it’s realistic. i think dick has more charisma because in a way, everyone’s accepted that he’s just this perfect, universal constant. he’s well rounded: he’s friendly and you can bring him home to meet your mother but at the same time, he’s intimidating and his presence demands attention. i like to think that it’s stage presence, and that he got it from his (short) time with the flying graysons.) this is very much another tangent sorry! i have a lot of thoughts on them.

I !!!! AGREE!!! ENTIRELY!!!

TIM IS ACTUALLY THE MOST 'NORMAL' OF THEM by regular person standards...

meanwhile dick is like. the Perfect Guy .

I think if his darling ever saw him truly ticked off they'd get scared, even though the anger isn't being directed at them. his family grew up seeing cracks in the surface of his facade, also saw him fighting as robin/nightwing, so it's not shocking to them, but to you... dick's only ever been smiley and teasing and kind. he's never said anything terribly negative about anybody. so seeing him punch a guy out or coldly put someone in a headlock feels obscenely wrong...

and no don't apologize i love thoughts

[muzanswaifu]

A Step Ahead - IV

Part I | Part II | Part III

Yandere! Tomioka x Fem! Reader

18+

Previous Choice: "Apologize for running away from him in the woods"

This is the fourth round of the game. Census has determined that you shall apologize to the man for running away from him earlier. Danger. Danger. Danger. Tread carefully.

Warnings: Yandere, Slow Burn, Awkward Interactions, Smut later on

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“Uhhh- about earlier…,” you began, “s-sorry about… running away from you… back in the forest. I was scared you were… some creep. No offense-”

You swallowed nervously as he made an actual expression for the first time, and not a good one. His feline eyes narrowed, mouth thinning. He gave a small hum of acknowledgement, a negative mood excluding off of him. Was… he actually mad about it?

A deeper uneasiness befell you, a dark thrill running up your spine. You cowered a bit from such worry, already beginning to retreat yet again and stepping back slowly.

“Where are you going?”

His voice shocked you from its sudden interruption, your ears unprepared to hear him utter any words that were above a whisper.

“Oh,” you gave, “I-I was just… going for a walk around here, so… byeeeee-”

Shuffling to the side, you tried to maneuver around him, but his eyes followed you like that of an old painting. Even as you started walking he pursued you, keeping by your side as you continued your stroll. The air was thick enough to cut with a knife and just moving was a challenge as every bone in your body begged you to fawn.

You both wandered down together on the old, pebbled road, an awkwardness eternally damning you as the man had about as much charm as an ornament. Pretty on the outside but only meant for decoration and not function. But you were nervous. And when you were nervous… you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, unfortunately.

“Sooooo, that’s some interesting outfit…” You were referencing his black uniform and haori, the ladder a strange and not very flattering pattern. “Is it for work?”

You heard him lick his lips for a moment before answering.

“Yes.” No explanation whatsoever.

“... What do you do?”

“Hunt.” Again, no context. He wasn’t very good at this.

“You hunt… what?” People? The mood? Your time?

“Demons.”

You laughed at this, assuming his ridiculous answer had to be a joke. Or moreover, you were hoping it was a joke. But after you’d resumed silence and observed his reaction, that of pure indifference, you soon realized he wasn’t. He was absolutely serious.

You stupidly continued, “Like… like predatory animals… right?” He couldn’t possibly mean actual monsters. That would mean he was not only horrible to talk to, but also insane. He gave a sigh and nodded.

“Fine,” he said, as if it were a compromise. Like you were negotiating his prey. At this point you were just going to let it be. It’s not like you were dying to continue talking about it.

You resumed your silence, realizing it was probably for the best. He didn’t seem much for talking. He didn’t seem much for anything. It was getting pretty late, the sky pitch black and empty, all the stars gone and hiding. You wish you could hide away too.

“What’s wrong with your family?”

You were taken aback by the question, not expecting him to have remembered your initial statements to him. “J-just some stuff with my mom,” you hesitantly replied, “We don’t exactly get along.”

“Why?”

“...She doesn’t like me very much.”

“Why?”

He sounded like a broken record. Or a child who couldn’t stop asking questions. Suddenly you wished you could go back to silence.

“We just never bonded, I suppose. It was a tough pregnancy for her.” You offered up that ladder piece of information in hopes that he wouldn’t pester you for any further evidence. At least you hoped it did.

“... I see,” he mumbled, looking off again. He seemed very distant, you realized, like his mind was somewhere else. Like he was planning something. And perhaps it was rubbing off on you as you finally noticed that you were several yards into the woods, far more off path than you would have liked to be.

“Uhhh, s-sorry, town is more… this way,” you pointed out, backing toward said direction. The look in his eye made your blood run cold.

“Come.”

He commanded it, almost like you were a dog waiting for an order. He sounded far too pressuring for your taste.

You questioned, “Where?” but he gave no response, only looking on at you, as if daring you to take one more step from his direction. You felt the deja vu of his sight fill your mind as you remembered your fear in the woods. He looked horrifying in the dark. You only blinked once, and he was already right in front of you, his large hand wrapping around your forearm and guiding you back toward the thick of the woods. “Come.” he told again, although it was pretty useless as he’d already had you quite literally in his hands. You felt frozen, unsure of what to do in such a scenario. On one hand, you didn’t want to go rushing home to get in trouble, but on the other, you didn’t want to follow this guy into the forest either. If you go home, you know for a fact there was punishment waiting, but what did he have in store? Fun? An escape? A break? Or did he have something more sinister? Just because he was attractive didn’t mean he couldn’t be a danger too. What if he wanted to hurt you? Or worse?

[gotskamstuff]

I'm gonna be honest here, words cannot describe how much I hate that Rudison thread on Twitter and how resentful I am to that person for creating it.

The whole thing is narrating fans speculations and rumors as ultimate facts on what happened to Rudy and Madison behind the scenes when in reality NO ONE knows what happened between them for certain and what angers me the most is knowing that these are exactly the type of things that make both of them (especially Rudy) even more distant and cold and detached from the show.

I might be dramatic but this shit could've singlehandedly made things catastrophic for the show, there's no way it hasn't reached them or anyone from the cast/Netflix... like, 18 MILLION views and 80k likes is insane and I know for stuff like this Rudy would lose his mind.

I honestly can't stand when the "fans" act like this towards Rudison, they're always crying about how much they miss them and how they wish they could go back to what they were and then they purposely go on social media doing and saying things that they know damn well Rudy and Madison can't stand at all, it's almost as if they do it on purpose…and then act all surprised when the two of them get uncomfortable on camera.

What good is this gonna do to them and to the show? It's only gonna make things 10 times worse and much more hostile, the only thing this helps with is creating an even bigger fracture and a more uncomfortable environment for them and the rest of the cast/crew.

If Rudy wasn't leaving the show already maybe he will now, 'cause a shit like that going viral to 18 million people AND COUNTING, I know is gonna make him (and Madison) mad.

I'mma be honest, I truly hope they sue for that thread (especially since the account is now monetizing from it with the blue check) 'cause it ain't normal how easily people think they can say and do whatever they want behind a screen about people's personal lives without any repercussions (‘cause news flesh Rudy, Madison and their partners are people whose mental health also matters).

Spreading fan speculations and rumors as real facts and creating such a malicious image for the both of them to MILLIONS is insane.

We always say "omg they're so immature" but to be honest Rudy and Madison have been far too patient for far too long, people constantly say the most deranged things to them and their partners (including friends and families at times) without any consequences...it's not normal.

On the long run shit like this inevitably has consequences on their mental health and their relationships and there’s gonna be a point when they’re gonna be TOO fed up and can’t deal with it anymore, don’t act surprised then if they leave the show, y’all did this and seem pretty happy while doing it.

That thread created such an unpleasant atmosphere right before the release of the new season and attracted so many negative reactions towards them that I honestly don't understand how anyone who calls themselves fans of the show, of Rudy or Madison can be giddy about it.

Play stupid games and win stupid prizes... don't act surprised if Rudy leaves OBX or if they don't look at each other in the face during promo when some "fans" do THE MOST to add fuel to the fire.

It’s less than 2 months since the release of a season that we've waited for almost 2 years and the fandom should be filled with excitement and positivity talking about the story and theorizing about it, yet everyone is doing the most to ruin it focusing on the wrong stuff (which are sadly hard to ignore when the consequences effect the show hence all the fans).

I hope by the time the season comes out y'all will have calmed your tits with the malicious gossips, bunch of Regina George wanna be.

[dasinclair]

At first I was kind of grossed out by the concept of Debbie x Cecil because to me all their interactions seem pretty negative, but now I'm interested- what is appealing about the ship to you?

"this is why i have always hated you, cecil."

"it's why i hate me too."

i think their interactions are incredibly bittersweet. cecil is in a position where he can't afford to get attached to anyone, where his personal feelings shouldn't and can't matter in the big picture, and yet it's clear that he cares so deeply for debbie. he's looking out for her always. he hates ever having to hurt her, and he hates himself for it when he does

cecil is more gentle interacting with debbie than with anyone else. he wants to give her peace of mind, make her life easier - he pleads with her not to take on oliver's care by herself. is it unethical for him to "keep an eye on her" the way he does? yes. but he's so concerned for her well-being, and he can't help but show it in distant and not-so-distant ways

there's the history between them... the show portrays cecil as something like a longtime family friend to nolan & debbie, and he and debbie both blame themselves for being "fooled" by nolan. nolan was always the link between them, and now there's this big empty space there, but they're still entangled with each other. cecil wants to help her pick up the pieces, but at the same time he's a painful reminder. it's complicated

debbie resents cecil for the way he is - for having these Mysterious Duties that he has to disregard emotion AND morality for - but, having been married to a superhero for so long, i think she also understands that sense of duty even when she's frustrated and hurt by it. she sees him go face-to-face with nolan and defend her, she knows what he's trying to say when he misspeaks about "back to normal"... maybe, despite it all, she's the one who comes closest to understanding him? at least outside of the gda. she can say things to him that he needs to hear, things that no one else would say to him, and he listens

it has this tense and tragic element that i find really compelling. i think they really could find something resembling solace in each other, breaking through all sorts of emotional barriers to get there. things they don't even have to talk about, maybe because it hurts too much, but also because they just know. i hope that makes sense

[evan4ever]

Vegas, Baby

Part 11

Warnings: negative perception of Emma Roberts so if that bothers you, you may want to steer clear of this one 😅

a/n: I’m so shocked by the amount of love this series is getting 😭 I honestly didn’t expect to make more than 3 parts and here I am making part ELEVEN LIKE WHAT?!!! You guys are amazing 🙈😩 JUST AN FYI I know Emma would never be this way, I literally love her sm but it fits the storyline and narrative so just go with it okkk😅

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG PLS DONT STOP LOVING ME

Part 10 here

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The week was awkward. It was full of tension and discomfort on both ends after having sex the week before. Neither of you knew what you honestly felt or didn’t feel and neither of you were ready to dive into that conversation yet. Hormones? Maybe. Stubbornness? Absolutely.

You still spent the week looking at the different jobs that LA had, as well as apartments. You weren’t sure what the sex meant or if it meant anything at all. At this point, you knew you had feelings for him, and it scared you because this was never supposed to happen — you both made that clear in Vegas. It shouldn’t change just because you brought a life into the world together, right? It didn’t make sense. It just didn’t seem right.

And Evan gave no other hints that he was feeling the same. Besides the one kiss you shared and the sex last week, he was hot and cold. One minute he’d always be attempting to touch you whether it be a hand grab, a hug, forehead kiss, even times where he’d hold your waist whenever he was next to you or moving behind you. He’d always be feeling you somehow. Then other times, he’d seem cold and distant, like he didn’t want to be around you. He was careful not to start another fight, quick to apologize if he’d snap at all or say something that wasn’t the nicest.

You didn’t understand and you didn’t know how to go about it. Do you just come forth with your honest feelings? Or do you find a job and move out so he can have his space back without telling him a single thing? Nothing felt right.

“Do you want to join me?” You blinked a few times looking up at Evan who stood at the door zipping his light jacket up. Your mind was elsewhere that you completely missed what he had said, being so tired from the sleepless nights you’d been getting and almost not even seeing him enter the living room, where you were sat rocking Joey. He raised his eyebrows slightly in wonder.

“Sorry I didn’t even hear what you said..” You cleared your throat shooting him an apologetic smile. He let out a light chuckle and walked into the living room, taking a seat on the coffee table in front of you, resting his arms on his thighs to hold him up while facing you.

“I said that I was going to head down to the studio and talk about an upcoming project I’ll be in, get a head start before being thrown back in next week. Was wondering if you’d like to come. You know, maybe get out of the house? We’ve been pretty cooped up.” He let out another small short laugh, you nodding in response.

“I honestly would love that” you sighed lightly at the thought of getting out and about. “But I’m not sure if we should take Joey out yet, you know with Covid and all the other viruses?” You questioned, furrowing your brows.

“Most still wear masks here. You don’t have to but that hopefully might put your mind at some ease? I’d really like to take you out and show you around a bit, let you meet some people. Sarah will be there, you know she’ll be all over Joey” you both giggled lightly, “might give you a small break?”

You knew he was right and that you would have to take short out of the house at some point, it just made you nervous. Finally you sucked in a deep breath and gave him another nod to which he replied with a wide grin and carefully took Joey from your arms.

“I’ll get him changed while you get yourself ready.” He insisted and you smile gratefully, turning and making your way to your room to change. You internally thanked yourself for deciding to shower today since lately showers were nonexistent. You just needed to put on some presentable clothes and do a quick makeup look.

You chose a simple outfit, slipping on some Jean shorts and throwing your sweatshirt over a cropped tank top and some sandals. It felt weird to be wearing shorts in December, but that’s LA living. It was a bit chilly for the area today, so a sweatshirt sufficed just fine. You threw on some light makeup, foundation contour concealer and some mascara. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt like a human again. Your hair fell naturally down your back, your few freckles stood out, and it was like a breath of fresh air.

You quickly grabbed your bag and made your way to the car where Evan already had himself and Joey buckled in, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling your own seatbelt. You glanced at Evan feeling his eyes on you and shot him a quick half smile to which he sent you a wide one in return.

“You’re glowing” he stated, looking back to the window and backing out of the driveway and onto the road. You pressed your lips together at his statement, feeling butterflies erupt within your tummy, but couldn’t bring yourself to say anything more than a quick and quiet “thanks”.

The drive felt long, realizing how big LA really was and his current studio he would be at for his next project all the way across town. Though the ride was full of Evan explaining to you what every nearly every place and building you passed was. It was second nature to him, but as soon as he told you what things were, you forgot. It would take awhile to learn your way around this large city. Though you enjoyed the lightheartedness during the drive, full of light laughter and terrible jokes that you both would make. It felt good, normal even. For a moment you forgot all your previous stresses and you savored the time it would last.

Once you arrived, Evan parked in a garage and shut the car off getting out and undoing the car seat to stick it into the convenient stroller that it could attach to, so you wouldn’t have to disturb your sleeping baby. You swung your bag over your shoulder while Evan put the diaper backpack on, you smiling wide at the site of him.

“You look like a total dad” you joked, him laughing in response.

“Good thing I am one now, suits me well don’t you think?” He asked as you followed beside him, nodding dramatically.

“Oh yeah, it’s definitely your style. Own it” you giggled, him shoulder bumping you gently as you teased him. You took in your surrounding, never seeing a parking garage this big or nice. It was shocking, really. And Evan quickly took note of your amazement.

“Some are even nicer. And others not nearly.” You looked at him when he spoke, your eyebrows raising high. He glanced at you and smiled again before looking back at where he was going, leading you to an elevator that took you down to the sidewalks of the outside, busy world. You walked about half a block before entering a large red building that looked like it could be brand new, following him closely down a few halls before entering through a door that led to a large open space.

You looked around in awe, noticing quick that they’re recording studios where many movies are shot, specifically action packed movies with lots of stunts. You were amazed, having only ever seen them on the videos you’d watch here and there when you came across them. You never expected to enter one firsthand.

“Evan!!” Your attention shifted when you heard a familiar woman, looking ahead of you both as Sarah herself came jogging over, immediately taking Evan into her arms, him hugging her back tightly. “I’m so glad you could make it!” She grinned, pulling back from the hug before turning her attention to you. “Oh y/n, you look fantastic! I’m so happy you decided to join us!” She then pulled you to her tightly, taking you by surprise. You giggled lightly, returning the warm hug, happy that this experience was much brighter than the last. When she pulled back from you, her eyes flickered down to Joey and she let out a small gasp, grinning at you again. “And you brought the little one! Oh my” she gasped again as she bent down so she could see him, careful not to wake him, “he’s just beautiful.”

You gleamed at her words, your heart feeling full of joy. “I think so too” Evan said, your eyes meeting his that were already on you, a proud smile on his face which you quickly returned. It made you happy that he was so proud of being a dad and proud of his son. You felt the same, but you couldn’t explain how it made you feel seeing it in your baby’s father. It was exhilarating.

“Please come join us!! We’re going over and getting our scripts now. I’m so excited for you to see what this industry is all about.” Sarah gleamed at you.

“I’m excited to get to.” You nodded in complete honesty. You always wondered what being an actor was all about and now you’d get to witness for yourself.

“Evan! Nice to see you!” An older man greeted Evan with a handshake and the man hug thing that guys did. You recognized the man but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Happy to be here. Uh, Ryan, this is y/n. Y/n this is Ryan Murphy, he’s the writer, director and producer of American Horror Story, Dahmer, and many other great films.” Evan nodded, your eyes widening in realization. You were a fan, sure, but you never really got to know the faces behind the shows you watched. You usually only knew their names and Ryan Murphy was one of them.

“It’s great to meet you, y/n. Evans told me quite a bit about you.” Ryan nodded, shaking your hand.

“Wow it’s… really great to meet you too. I’m a fan of your work.” You admitted, your cheeks lighting up as a typical fans would. He gleamed down at you and gave you a firm nod of appreciation before looking back at Evan.

“Well how is fatherhood treating you? You look great!” You stood next to the two men as they caught up, your eyes wandering around the large open room and skimming over the many faces that filled it. You didn’t recognize many people, any really, but you loved the idea of being in a room full of actors and getting to see what they do.

“Do you act at all?” Your attention was brought back to Ryan who was looking at you again, your mouth falling open at his question and eyes widening.

“Oh no” you shook your head, “no I’ve never acted before. Well unless you count theatre arts in high school. I took a few years of that but that was a long time ago. It was fun but where I’m from there’s no opportunities so it never crossed my mind again after graduating and..” you cleared your throat realizing you were rambling and pressed your lips into a tight, embarrassed smile. “No, I don’t.”

“Ah theatre arts is where it all starts!” He rhymes, your eyebrows shooting up and nodding along with him, eyes flickering to Evan who stood with a pleased smile on his face. “Would love to see what you got sometime. Everyone can act, just a matter of finding the right people.”

You were awestruck at his request, clearing your throat again and simply nodding in agreement, at a loss of words.

“Great! We’ll set that up sometime. Anyways, Evan, your script is being held by Damien back there you are free to grab it and take home with you today. Until then, feel out the set and talk to your peers. Get to know each other!” Ryan called back as he walked away leaving you with Evan alone. You blinked a few times, unbelieving that all of this is even real.

“He loves discovering new talent.” You looked at Evan as he pressed his own lips into a smile. “Found me and helped me get to where I am. I owe him a lot.”

You smiled lightly at his honesty, admiring him in this moment.

“It could be fun.” You tilted your head in confusion, your eyebrows narrowing a bit encouraging him to elaborate. “If you got yourself a career in acting with his help. It might be fun. Endless opportunities here. Maybe consider it?”

“I don’t know if I could get past the stage fright” you laughed nervously, biting ahold of your bottom lip. You were honest, you never considered acting considering where you lived. In high school, theatre was a favorite class of yours. You dreamed of being an actor one day, but that dream faded after you graduated and were hit with reality. And, you were incredibly awkward and nervous around large crowds.

“You get used to it. Believe me. I’m still awkward to this day” he chuckled, resting his hand on the small of your back as he moved you along with him. You allowed him to lead you considering you had no idea what to do or where to go, leading you to a man who held a large pile of papers in his hand. Damien, you presumed.

“Hey man. Nice to see you” the man greeted Evan before shuffling through the papers and pulling out a paper clipped group of multiple pages and handing it over to him, Evan taking it with a thank you before turning back to you.

“What’s this movie, or series, about?” You asked curiously. Evan just shrugged.

“I didn’t get much info on it yet. Just one scene that I read through and decided to take. I’ll let you know once I go through these” he held up his stack with a quick raise of eyebrows. You chuckled and nodded.

“Do you apply for parts anymore? Or usually get offered them?”

“They’re mostly offered to me at this point. Perks of playing multiple roles over the years, I guess” he shrugs, giving you a small goofy smile that made your heart melt. You opened your mouth to reply, but quickly was cut off by a new female voice.

“Well hey stranger, or I suppose we can call you daddy now.” Both you and Evan turn to face the new voice, your eyebrows raising when you recognized the woman immediately.

Emma Roberts.

You were a fan of her work. You grew up watching her on movies and TV shows. You stood completely shocked as you faced her now. Evan, on the other hand, gave her a tight smile and a nod of the head. She walked up and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, one of his arms giving her a quick hug back.

“Um well, my son can definitely call me that but anyone else calling me it would be weird.” He chuckled, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as his eyes flicker over to you before back to her. She took a small step back while the smile never leaving her lips. You only stood, feeling more awkward as each second passed by.

“Come on, it’s not like I hadn’t called you it before silly” Emma giggles, nudging his shoulder with her hand. He clears his throat and looks at you again.

“Uh Emma, this is y/n. Y/n… Emma Roberts.” He nods. You gaze at him a moment before looking at Emma. Her eyes were on him not meeting yours, not even acknowledging you.

Awkward.

“It’s nice to meet you Emma, I’ve been a fan for a long time—

“So you’re a dad now!!” She cuts you off talking to Evan enthusiastically. Your eyebrows furrow together feeling a bit disrespected, but your head quickly recollected the memory of the few pictures you had seen on them together a few years back. You had forgotten they dated. For awhile, if you remembered correctly. But obviously you didn’t give any time of your day to a celebrity couple; you never did. “How does that feel? Isn’t it just an amazing feeling? I remember the day my baby was born. Really, there’s no feeling like it.”

Evan glanced at you again apologetically at her cutting you off before looking back to her. “Yeah. Yeah it’s really great. And y/n is just an amazing mother. It came so naturally to her.”

Your cheeks heated up at his words feeling like he was trying to bring you into the conversation all while you silently begged him not to. You didn’t want to be forced into a conversation with someone who had no interest in talking to you.

“Mm. That’s great.” Emma’s own lips pressed together tightly as she now glanced your way before back at Evan. “I love being a mama. It was like my calling. Ugh! We should catch up. Let our little ones meet? What do you say?”

Your eyebrows shot up. This was definitely something that needed, or should, be talked about together — just you and Evan. You only stared at him waiting for his reply while silently hoping he’d respectfully decline until further notice.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah sure, I suppose. That would be nice, right y/n?” His eyes glanced back at you waiting for your own reply. Your lips pressed together tightly in a newfound annoyance, before forcing them into a smile and giving him a quick, aggravated nod.

He once again smiled apologetically, before Emma grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into her for a hug. You took another step back and crossed your arms over your chest.

He had every right to take Joey where he wanted and to let him meet whoever he wanted him to, but it would’ve been nice to have it discussed with you a little first. Especially with Joey only being weeks old, you weren’t too comfortable with it.

“Well, perfect!! I’ll text you where to meet and when. I know this perfect spot! It’ll be a great place for us to catch up. It’s small, so smaller the party better.” You catch her side eye at you before quickly looking back to Evan. At this point, you were over this conversation.

You grabbed ahold of the stroller and turned away from them, walking out of the large room and into a hallway. You weren’t sure where you were going, but you felt like you needed some air so you were going to find some.

You followed a few signs that eventually let you to an exit, walking out of the large but crowded building and instantly taking in a deep breath of the fresh, hot, air. You didn’t realize the way you’d been holding your breath in their, or the way that Evan’s interaction with Emma had made you feel. Claustrophobic? Uncomfortable? You weren’t sure and couldn’t pinpoint the right word but you knew it was an ill-intended feeling that you didn’t like.

You had no right to be territorial of Evan. He wasn’t your boyfriend. A friend who you happened to have a kid with that was letting you stay at his place. And occasionally had sex. That was all. Whatever that is.

You finally found your way to Evan’s vehicle, after what felt like hours. You leaned against it and checked on Joey, smiling at his sleeping self. He was such an easy baby, you thanked the heavens for it. So… laid back.

You covered him back up just as you heard Evan’s rather panicky voice call out to you. You looked up and watched him jog his way to you, stopping before you and resting his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. Your eyes narrowed slightly, confused.

“What?”

He glanced at you with an unreadable expression. “What? Serious? You just took off! You don’t do that here! Not… not in Cali. This isn’t your small town anymore y/n, there’s a lot of bad people and bad situations that could happen and you’re a woman by yourself with a small child! You can’t.. you just..” he shook his head as he went over words in his head. “Just wait for me. Let me come with you.”

You blinked a few times, unsure whether to feel flattered or annoyed.

“I was tired of listening to Emma completely bypass me every way she possibly could, so I came to the car.” You shrugged nonchalantly, his head rolling with his eyes.

“Come on she wasn’t..” he shook his head, trailing off. He knew she was, but obviously wanted to make the situation better.

“You should definitely meet up with her.” You gave him a tight smile. He just looked at you confused, now.

“Well yeah, I told her we would—“

“Just you. You and Joey.” You smiled down at the covered seat before back to him. He was still utterly confused, not picking up your interior meaning. “She wants to reconnect, Evan. She doesn’t want me there. So if you’re interested in mending…things… with her. Go. I’m not gonna stop you?” You shrugged again.

You definitely weren’t being honest, you hated the thought of it. A but passive aggressive, but you weren’t going to stand in the way if it’s what he wanted it. It would give you a push to get yourself together and leave. It might be what you needed.

Evans mouth opened to say something but closed quickly. He was speechless, and that only confirmed your questions. You gave him another nod before opening the back door and placing the car seat back in. Evan slowly took the stroller and folded it, placing it in the back before glancing at you, watching you finish with Joey before meeting his eyes. You both stood on opposite sides of the vehicle, silent, staring.

You gave him a small smile before getting into the passenger seat, your eyes immediately beginning to water. You quickly placed your sunglasses on and buckled yourself in, turning your head towards the window to avoid Evan noticing the silent tears.

It felt like your chest was closing in. Evan wanted to mend things with Emma, his ex, whom he was with for years. You couldn’t blame him but damn, it fucking hurt. You wanted to think that maybe you were jumping the gun, putting words or thoughts into Evans mouth and head for him, that he didn’t actually feel this way and you were just assuming. But assuming the worst keeps you from getting too disappointed. And, if it wasn’t how he felt, he wouldn’t denied it or fought against it; encouraged you to come. That he wanted you to be there. But he didn’t say anything, didn’t object. Only stated as he put two and two together, obviously fond of the idea.

It hurt.

You could see Evan glance at you occasionally on the ride home; but never saying anything. You weren’t sure if he noticed the tears or change in demeanor. And you weren’t going to ask.

So you sat in silence next to him, quickly getting yourself and Joey out when he parked in his garage and making your way to your room, stopping at the fridge for the bottle and closing your door behind you.

You laid on your bed silently, admiring your baby as you fed him. His every little detail; small button nose, fuzzy dark hair, wide dark eyes like Evan’s. He was your proudest part of life. You barely got to enjoy him yet and he was everything you needed already.

But your mind kept wandering to the life you could have with Evan, as a family. A real, complete family, with another kid or two. Somewhere in the suburbs, riding skateboards and drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. It was the perfect picture, and that made everything hurt even more. It was fake, unreal, delusional. Evan didn’t want that? You weren’t sure if he ever wanted to settle down. Maybe he liked the new feeling every few months, and you made him have to tie down a bit. Could he resent you?

No.

He helped. This was a two way street, he had just as much to do with making a baby as you did. So he could blame himself if he needed someone to blame. You just wished he’d tell you whether he wanted to have this life, be a dad, or not, so you could walk away easier than what he’s been making it.

Fuck.

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