#had nothing to do with this post I just wanted to put that out there

[swtheartz]

i loved your little drabble of the “breaking up with mark doesn’t work” post and i’d really like to hear your thoughts on how that would go down with some of his variants if you have the time pretty please🫶✨

ohh of course dear !! been thinking abt it and this req inspired me even more info : obsessive behavior, mentions and acts of murder, stalking, he’s crazy in every universe. gn!reader a / n : this is a gift to you guys for 348 followers. i’m soo grateful n happy <33

SINISTER MARK

he thinks it’s a joke at first. you’ve no real reason to actually want to leave him, right? he’s utterly convinced that there was nothing wrong with the relationship. and to be fair, there wasn’t. other than the fact he was possessive as shit and always had tabs on you. would scare off your friends and constantly linger around you whenever he wasn’t terrorizing the masses. the second he realizes that you’re serious? he doesn’t take it very well. you won’t ever find someone better than him. he won’t let you. just what human could ever be better than him?

“You’re not very good at jokes,” Mark says—voice and expression both hauntingly blank. It sends chills down your spine for the simple fact he’s never had such an empty tone. The way he looks at you is something that you can’t exactly put into words. Maybe he’s disappointed. Maybe he’s annoyed, or expectant, or some other emotion that you cannot be bothered to decipher. Not when there’s blood staining your clothes and his, the floor, your cheeks and his hands. Whatever ‘friend’ you were hanging out with was dead before they’d hit the ground. It’s been twelve days since you had gathered the courage to tell Mark you wanted a break, and it took him this long to take you seriously. Thought, it hadn’t taken much effort for him to take a life. “I don’t know why you thought this was a good idea. . .” He hummed, tilting his head as he crouched down in front of you, watching you tremble like a deer in front of an incomprehensible creature. ”But let’s not do this again, hm?”

OMNI MARK

calm. at least, he seems calm. but he also doesn’t take you very seriously. acts as he usually does, even asks you when the next date night is. as if he’ll even be able to make it with his schedule and how often he cancels on you. looks at you as though you’ve said something ludicrous when you answer that there isn’t a date night—you’re not together anymore. surely, you don’t know what you’re talking about. if you wanted him to plan the next date, you could have just told him. he’s usually the one that does all the thinking, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. honestly, what made you think you could walk away from him? the one human he cares for, and you’ve the nerve to try and separate from him? funny.

“We’re not dating, Mark.” The way the two of you stare at each other for a few tense moments is a little awkward, though he doesn’t seem to care. He holds eye contact with you before sighing—like you’re a child who doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Like you’ve garnered the nerve to tell some dry joke. “If you have a problem,” Mark starts, arms crossed against his chest as he ignores your exasperated expression, “we talk it out. Like a couple is supposed to do.” “But we’re not a couple anymore. That is what I’m telling you.” You’re attempting to be reasonable, you really are, but you swear up and down he’s making you feel like the crazy one. This has got to be the third time you’ve had this conversation with him, and it hasn’t even been a week. There isn’t any way you can get through to him and you just don’t understand why. Mark scoffs, again, ignoring you. “I’ll make sure I’m not busy. Crime’s been going down, so it should be fine. They’ll manage without me.” “Just kill me already.” You mutter to yourself, unable to decide whether or not you’ll be able to ever get your point across. . . . You’ll just try again tomorrow.

FULL MASK MARK

more pathetic than mainstream mark. this man is like a wet cat in the rain. tries to maintain distance, but ends up following you everyday, texts you without thinking about it while he attempts to reason that it’s okay. you just need some distance and time, and maybe you’ll both get better. ends up outside your window after a particularly bad fight with a villain he had. he didn’t do it on purpose, he just sort of ended up here. call it muscle memory if you will. all he knows is that he’s a mess without you—needs you like oxygen, can barely think or focus on anything without you. probably the only one that tries to be the best he can be for you outside of the main universe. and probably the only one you didn’t really want to break up with.

“ ‘m sorry.”

“Markus.”

“ ‘m sorry,” Mark sniffles, face tucked into your neck as he clings to you. You’d think of it as pathetic if it were anyone but him, honestly. He’d shown up with your favorite candy and drink, bloody and looking like a stray abandoned on the side of the street. You practically had to drag him through the window when he tried to turn back around. It took a bit of insisting and a med-kit to get him cleaned and patched up, despite him reminding you that he technically didn’t need it. You snapped at him to shut up before inevitably pulling him to your room again—letting him stay the night was an easy decision, almost too easy. As of right now, he was simply listening to the sound of your heartbeat, your soft breathing, enjoying the way your gentle fingers tangled in his hair. It was sweet. Familiar. Something Mark had missed so much it made his heart ache and hurt, to the point felt as though it was being ripped apart. Though, if it were done by your hands, he wouldn’t mind.

a / n : i liked writing this, i might make a part two to this and i’m gonna make the healer reader thing a series if you guys are up to reading that. mwah mwahhhh

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[its-just-m]

I wanted to post something and seeing this just got me typing so most of this probably won't be related to the above.

As someone that gave up on sexuality as a whole when they were a teenager.

At the time I didn't have much freedom to look into it and anyone I did approach about the subject, regardless of gender, said no.

Trying to figure it out at ~30, as a virgin, sucks.

Not only virgin, never been in a relationship, never been on a date. After the 3rd or 4th person in a row saying the exact same thing "You? Pft, Never" I stopped trying.

Was never that good socially and I often put sentences together incorrectly. The meaning is mostly correct but sometimes the wrong word means the person never talks to me again. Never felt confident, often felt like I was the enemy. My physical appearance does not help matters, people treated me like I was dangerous and I started to believe them. So I stayed away from people whenever I could.

This went downhill quickly.

Edit: It's my eyes that people have issue with. Had them called "crazy eyes", "somehow dead inside and too aware at the same time", told I "see too much", had an army vet I worked with tell me "I feel like you have an incredible capacity for violence but society has told you your whole life it's wrong so you've locked it away and it's killing you". Like, bruh.

I had a bit of a (mid?) life crisis a while back, quit my job, got some piercings, and decided to try being more social and also some dating apps.

With the dating stuff I was so unprepared for a lot of the questions they asked, I spent a couple weeks looking stuff up and playing around with personality/ sexuality/ gender tests trying to find answers.

The answers I got were ...

Neutral.

Like,

Not straight, but not bi or gay either

Not cis, but not trans

Not binary but not NB/fluid

Not ace but not alo

There's one sexuality and gender test that has a square chart where each corner has either cis or gay or what have you.

Dead fucking center, both nothing and everything.

Edit: "contrary" might be a better word than neutral, possessing conflicting trais rather than none at all?

Even my looks are just average, not short but not tall, not thin but not obesse, I'm told I'm not ugly but apparently I'm not beautiful either, not ripped but no limp noodle, no big tits or "nice cock" to show off, but not so lacking as to be pitiful either.

I put finding answers on pause and tried to just answer all the dating questions as best I could and figured as I met people I would learn more about myself.

All I have learned is the only way I'm gonna get someone to talk to me or spend any time with me is by paying them. And my financial situation isn't impressive either.

I'm not bothered by the lack of success, I expected failure (though I had hoped i was wrong). More that I want to know who/what I am and I can't seem to figure it out because I don't have anything someone else wants and I can't afford to persuade them financially.

Looking at any kind of romance/ sexual media just makes me feel jealous and lonely. I can't put myself in any of the situations but somehow I could see myself on both sides and it doesn't seem likely to fufil the craving that I have.

Often times I will look at a person and not feel anything. Or I will acknowledge they are aesthetically pleasing. Sometimes I will feel something but struggle to decipher if it's lust or jealousy.

The only feeling I think I understand is the craving for intimacy. I struggle to explain it but it like all the things couples do but without the sex part, or maybe that part too but I don't understand it enough to know where it fits in.

I just want to learn things about them, to touch them in places that aren't inherently sexual but also need consent for.

And the same the other way around. I want someone to see that I have worth (other than the old man that runs the liquor store who's always high). I want to be comfortable enough around someone that being touched doesn't make me want to go light myself on fire.

Oof

Got thru all that and only that last one got me teared up.

Anyways, I've come across a couple things with older individuals exploring sexuality but it's usually either "I'm a virgin and I just need a dark-daddy to teach me pleasure" or "haven't had much luck with men and this chick is making me feel some type of way and btw I was so repressed lol" or 40yr old virgin type a story. Or yoai.

Mostly not helpful.

Idk, I think I've run out of words for the moment.

Edit: I want to add that I in no way feel entitled to the attention of others or that it's their fault for not wanting to be around me, more that I'm never going to be good enough anyways so why try. But then like, sometimes trying out of spite too.

Don't hesitate to ignore!

-M

characters in their 30's and older exploring their sexuality and discovering themselves beyond their teens and twenties is so important and beautiful and worth telling

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you and paige get caught

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paigebueckers fit check

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user3 yes paige! give us nothing!

user4 she been soft launching for two years give us a crumb please 😩

azzi35 you're welcome

paigebueckers you a real one

kamoreaarnold girl boo! we get it

paigebueckers don't be salty that you single and i'm not

user5 hard launch already

user6 leave her alone

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ynpriv possessive much?

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paigenobuckets all mine

azzipriv guys there are children here... kk look away

notkka girl boo i am an adult nikanotmuhl kk lying is bad notkka not you roasting me all the way from seattle space needle

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paige was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. she was already dressed, just waiting on you, who said they were going to be done ten minutes ago — twice. 

“baby! we gotta get going soon!” paige tucked her phone into her pocket, moving towards the bathroom where you were. just as she was about to open the door, you pull it open, stepping out, messing with your hair.

“how do i look?” you run your hands down your sides.

paige’s jaw dropped, always in awe of you. “damn, ma. give me a twirl.” you did. “you look beautiful.”

heat crawled up your neck to your cheeks. walking towards her, your reach up, placing your hands on her cheeks to pull her down for a kiss, which she happily lets you. 

“let’s go?”

“let’s go.”

paige drove through the streets of downtown los angeles, left hand on the steering wheel, the other gently gripping your thigh.

“you sure no one’s gonna recognize you there?” you ask, hands playing with paige’s fingers.

“people probably will, but we take about it. it’s about time they find out the hot ass woman i’m with.”

“oh, stop. we been together two years, you don’t gotta woo me anymore.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

you laugh, a hand coming to rest on the back of paige’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw.

the lights in the packed arena shone bright, casting a golden glow over the court as the game was about to start. you and paige decided to sit away from the court, not wanting to be seen right away if they were court side. you were excited to say the least. any chance to be out in public with paige was rare, always looking over your shoulder for cameras, but for once you didn’t care.

your relationship with paige had been private since the very beginning, but not secret. paige was a public figure, everything she did was put under a microscope. you, on the other hand, was just a student at uconn, catching her eyes as you watched her play from the crowd. 

between her growing fame and the scrutiny of the media, it was easier this way. no unnecessary drama, no outside pressure — just the two of you, safe in your own little bubble. but tonight, after a long talk, you both agreed it was time to step out of that bubble and what better way to do so than a basketball game, just two fans in a sea of thousands.

dressed in hoodies and caps pulled low, healed comfortably in the suite. your legs crossed together as you sat, paige’s hand finds its place on your thigh. 

“okay nil money,” you say looking around the private suite. “you being my sugar daddy huh?” she shrugs, playing it cool, rubbing her hands together. “if you keep doing those rizz hands i’m gonna break up with you.”

“c’mon ma, don’t be like that.” she wraps an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into her. “you love me too much.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night.”

the game has been going amazingly. the sparks making all their shots. everything was going smoothly until the dreaded moment.

the arena’s jumbotron lit up with the words kiss cam, the camera panning over various couples as the crowd cheered each time a pair kissed. you watched absentmindedly until some familiar faces filled the massive screen.

your face.

and paige’s

your stomach dropped when you realized what was happening.

“oh shit,” paige mumbled, trying to stop a smirk from showing on her face. you shove her away hiding your face in your hands.

the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles as the camera lingered on your both, broadcasting your stunned expressions to the entire arena.

paige turned to you, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and and amusement. “well… this is awkward.” 

your heart raced, heat creeping up your neck as the attention of thousands of fans bore onto you. you could already imagine the headlines, the videos, the endless speculation. but then paige did something that made your breath hitch. 

she smiled.

not the nervous, camera-ready smile she flashed for interviews, but the one reserved for you — the soft, knowing one that said i got you. 

screw it.

you grabbed the front of her hoodie, pulling her close as your lips met hers in a soft but unmistakable kiss. the crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, filling the arena with noise. when you finally pulled away, paige was grinning, her fingers tightening around yours.

“well,” she said, leaning in as the screen switched to a different couple. “i guess the secret’s out.”

you laughed, squeezing her hand. “yeah, but at least we got to choose how.”

“we?” paige gave you a teasing shocked expression. “what do you mean we? it was you!”

“shut up,” you mumbled, hiding your face in her neck. she pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your head before turning her attention back to the game.

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paigebueckers the kiss cam kinda outed us tho @/ynpriv

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user1 HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

user2 we waited two years for this!!!

azzi35 y/n baby leave her and let's get married

ynpriv baby i do paigebueckers uh... hello??? no you do not azzi35 call me miss steal yo girl paigebueckers THERES NO STEALING

user3 we love an overprotective gf

kamoreaarnold girl i was CACKLING when i saw y'all on tmz

ynpriv did i look good? kamoreaarnold you looked hot paigebueckers you people need to stop flirting with my girl

nika.muhl ugh i miss her so much

ynpriv nika baby come home the kids and i miss you paigebueckers im done

[cherrygirlfriend]

touchy subject III pairing: reader x exfiancé!rafe synopsis: seeing your ex-fiancé after four years. warnings: angst and comfort. fluff. mentions of miscarriage/stillbirth and DUI. wc: 2.7k part 3 and the last part of touchy subject! click here for part 1, click here for part 2 i really liked writing for them and honestly i'm considering occasionally writing blurbs for them and what their relationship would shape into, lmk if you'd be interested!! originally posted 11/28/2024

part I & part II

seeing you in front of that store felt like it might've killed rafe. the first face he fell in love with, the woman who'd left him with nothing but scars and an engagement ring. somehow, he still managed to stay alive.

but hearing you say his name in the soft voice he hadn't heard in over four years, the same one that you used to tell him you loved him every single night before your body went slack in his arms, that might have been the final blow.

"what are you doing here?" you managed to mutter, your hand instinctively going to your locket, squeezing it in your hand, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by rafe.

"what's this?" rafe asked as the two of you laid in bed, his finger tracing the patterns on the heart-shaped locket resting on your chest, the one you'd worn around your neck for as long as he'd known you.

"this?" you asked, opening the locket, displaying two pictures; one of them was of you when you were a little girl, standing between your parents with a wide, toothy grin on your face, and the other was a picture of you and rafe, taken at midsummers. "i got this from my mom. it's a family heirloom of sorts. when she's born," you looked down at your stomach, "we've gotta get a picture taken of us three so i can put it here."

he let out a small chuckle, "i'm honored that you want me in your heart."

"i think you're always going to be in my heart," you rolled your eyes, "whether i want it or not."

"i'm here to see you. i thought that'd be obvious." rafe said without an ounce of emotion in his voice, the sound causing a shiver to run down your spine. grieving your daughter on what would've been her fifth birthday wasn't a moment you exactly wanted your ex to witness, but this was still rafe. the man you loved for so long, the only man you ever loved, the one you were going to marry, and this was still the house that was supposed to be your home.

so you stepped aside, pulling your cardigan closed as a way to close yourself off from the man as you walked further into the house, not daring yourself to look back at him, fearing the urge that still remained in your chest to just pull him close to you and be in his arms.

you heard the door close, pressing your eyes shut as you stood in front of the fireplace, your arms crossed in front of your chest as if defending yourself, the man's footsteps echoing in the room, "it's cold in here."

"the radiator's broken."

"can you just, at least look at me, or something?"

"do i have to?" you chuckled humorlessly, and when you felt his hand on your shoulder, it felt like the room got ten degrees colder, the man slowly turning you around to face him, and when you refused to look up at him, focusing on the baby blue sweater he was wearing, he brought his hand to your chin, gently lifting it up, just like he did every time he was about to kiss you.

"we need to talk."

if someone was to ask you what would be the most uncomfortable situation you had ever been in, this would be among the top 3, right after you got the 'birds and the bees' talk and the time you said your goodbyes to the same man now sitting beside you, the space between you two big enough to fit another person.

"why did you come back?" rafe asks, without even sparing you a glance. you decide to do the same, your gaze staying on the fire crackling in front of you.

"i don't know. a part of me thinks it's because i missed home."

"and the other part?"

missed us. missed her. "missed my mom, i guess."

your mother had driven you home from the hospital, insisting that she'd stay with you for the next few days; you still hadn't seen rafe. you couldn't face him, couldn't face the guilt you carried around for being the reason your daughter would be coming home in an urn.

she'd gone to the store for groceries, leaving you to sit on the couch you and rafe had picked out, staring at the engagement picture that hung above the fireplace.

you didn't know how it started, how every single vase ended up as nothing but shards of glass on the floor, how the coffee table had ended up as planks of wood, how your fists were bruised from beating them against the walls, your knees bloody from when you'd collapsed on the ground amongst all the glass.

"do you know what day it is?" rafe asked with a weak voice, and you could hear him try to swallow down the emotion crawling up his throat.

his question made you want to let out a small, humorless laugh. you don't know how you could ever forget. "of course." the day i killed her.

rafe stood up, running his hand over his chin before trailing over the short strands of hair on his head, "why did you do it?" he looked to you. "why did you leave?"

"i had no reason to stay." you say emotionlessly, your fingers intertwined as you kept your eyes on them as if you were praying.

"you had me. you would've had me if you just let me be there."

"rafe, i killed our daughter."

"what-"

"i'm the reason our daughter isn't here. i'm the reason she doesn't exist. i'm the reason that today isn't only her fifth birthday, but also the fifth anniversary of her death."

rafe kneeled down in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, not caring if it made you uncomfortable, or that this was the first time he'd properly touched you in over four years, the only thing that mattered to him was that you listened.

"you did not kill our daughter."

"i did."

"no." he scoffed, "you aren't the reason she's dead. the reason is the drunken asshole who drove at you. you loved her with your entire being, with everything you had, even before she was born. you would've been the most amazing mother in the world. don't you dare blame yourself for something you had zero control over."

"i shouldn't have driven in that weather. i knew it was gonna be raining, that the roads would be slippery-"

"no." rafe said sternly, "look at me."

your eyes moved to look into rafe's steel-blue ones, shimmering with unshed tears, his jaw clenched, and only then did you realize that he was cupping your face in his hands, his touch somehow managing to make you feel warm even in the cold apartment.

"i won't have you blame yourself for something you had no fuckin' control over. evelyn was so wanted, by both of us. she would've been so loved. we would've done anything to protect her, and to keep her safe. if any fucker even thought about hurting her, i would've made sure they'd regret ever being born. but you are not to blame for her not being here."

rafe's hands moved from your cheeks to your hands, the man instead taking your clenched fists into his, letting out a small sniffle, and when he pressed his eyes closed and let out a sigh, a tear rolled down his cheek.

"yeah, you could've not driven in the rain. but i should've been the one to drive you to your mom's, you were eight months along, an insane man would make you drive yourself, or i should've made sure you got home before it was dark, or i should've picked you up myself. there are so many things we could've done differently, but that doesn't mean that either of us is to blame for it."

"i spent so long blaming myself for what happened, but not even for a moment did i blame you. you did everything to keep her safe, and i know it, and i'm sure that she knows it too. you loved her more than anything, and i won't let some drunk driving idiot make you feel like you did anything wrong."

slowly, you opened your fists, half-moon prints on the palms on your hands caused by your nails, and without even realizing, tears had been rolling down your eyes the entire time that rafe had been speaking, the man standing up and pressing a kiss on your forehead that felt like it burnt and would leave a mark that'd be there forever, before he settled down next to you.

a strand of hair was stuck on your cheek, almost glued on there by the tears you shed, the blonde man tugging it behind your ear, his eyes still on you, his hands still cupping yours.

"i don't blame you for what happened, nor do i blame you for pushing me away. but i wish you would've let me in, to be there for you, instead of leaving. so we could've grieved her together."

"i think we should break up, rafe."

"what?" rafe turned to look at you; this wasn't what he had been expecting to hear after two months of silence, "if this is about the baby-"

"i can't do it anymore." you closed your eyes, letting a tear run down your cheek, "i need to leave. start over."

you turned your head to look at him, his words feeling like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and even though you tried to find it, there was nothing in his eyes that said that he was lying.

"you don't blame me for any of it?"

your voice was weak and feeble, as if a part of you was expecting him to tell you that he did, but when he pulled you into his embrace, he told you the truth in the best way he knew how to: without saying a single word.

you didn't know how long you had been in rafe's arms; it felt like hours, while also feeling like the moment had lasted mere seconds, like you two lived in your own bubble. it felt like the last four years hadn't happened, like you had never left.

but when he pulled away from the embrace and looked down at his watch, letting out a sigh, you knew what was coming. the bubble burst.

"i should probably get going." rafe let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose before starting to get up off the couch, stretching his long limbs.

"yeah, yeah." you said softly, clearing your throat, trying to act like nothing had happened, like you hadn't gone through every memory you shared while he was just holding you to comfort you, "your girlfriend's probably waiting for you."

rafe stopped in his tracks, turning to look down at you, "girlfriend?"

"shit," you chuckle softly, fidgeting with your hands and chewing on your lower lip, "i guess she's your fiancée, now."

he sat down on the couch next to you while you simply avoided his gaze, not wanting him to read everything you were feeling like he so often seemed to do, but your attempt was unsuccessful, the man bringing his hand to your chin and gently turning your head so you were forced to look at him, his brows slightly furrowed while he looked at you pointedly.

"what girlfriend, or fiancée?"

you didn't know if rafe was acting stupid, or if he was genuinely confused, but you could still remember the woman with him at the jewelry store, the woman who had managed to make him smile, whose back rafe placed his hand on.

"you know," you clear your throat, taking his hand off your chin and turning your head away from him, not wanting him to see the tears brimming in your eyes as you thought about him waiting at the aisle for another woman, "the woman at the jewelry store."

rafe let out a soft laugh, and when you turned your head, facing him, he was nearly keeling over in laughter, his head in his hands.

"what?"

"that-" rafe said inbetween laughs, "that wasn't my girlfriend."

"what?" you mumbled softly, your brows furrowing, "what do you mean, rafe?"

"sorry-" he continued laughing for a while only to be stopped by a soft smack you delivered to his shoulder, before the man took a deep breath, looking at you with a small smile gracing his lips, a sight that still got your heart to flutter, "that wasn't my girlfriend, or my fiancée."

"then... who was she?"

"that was," rafe let out another chuckle as if you had said something foolish, taking one of your hands in his and intertwining your fingers, "wheezie's girlfriend."

you tried processing the words that had left his lips, but no matter what, they didn't seem to make since. "why were you in a jewelry store together? wheezie's only like-"

"wheezie's nineteen." rafe shook his head, "her girlfriend, lucy, asked me to help her pick out a ring. sarah was supposed to go with her, but she had some preschool stuff to deal with relating to jack, so i got stuck with that duty…"

"isn't nineteen a bit... young?"

"it is. but you remember how young we were when we got engaged? or sarah?" a fond smile took over rafe's lips as he turned to look at the fire that was slowly burning out, letting the next words out in a hushed tone. "guess it runs in the family."

"guess so." you say, biting down on your lip, turning to look at the fire with him, your cheeks warm as you felt like an idiot for your assumption.

"i still haven't moved on." rafe said, letting out a breath, "i don't know if i can. i don't think i even want to." you turned to look back at one another at the same time, both of you seeing the same melancholy in the other one's eyes, "there's no one i would ever want to be with other than you."

you took a deep breath, his words ringing through your head as you looked at him, a damp trail running down his cheek was still visible from the tears he had shed, and you took a deep breath, making a decision that you knew would impact the rest of your life.

"me neither, rafe."

you brought your hand to his cheek and felt the tear he had shed under your touch, pulling his face to meet yours until your lips clashed, feeling the exact same that it did four years ago, making you wonder how you ever let it go.

SIX MONTHS LATER...

you laid on a blanket in the middle of a field of sunflowers, your arms crossed behind your head and your eyes pressed closed, letting the sun beam down your face, warming you up as your bare feet were being tickled by blades of grass.

your daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and you opened one of your eyes to see rafe stumble through the long flowers into the small clearing you'd found, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

"don't laugh at me." he scolded, shaking his head as he landed on the blanket next to you, letting out a soft grunt.

"why not?" you asked, sticking your tongue out at him, your boyfriend gasping in feigned offence, about to quip back at you, only to be stopped by the small, chaste peck you pressed on his lips, even the small display of affection managing to leave him speechless.

as he settled down next to you, you smiled while looking up at the sky, white clouds covering a part of the beautiful icy blue nothingness that was so much like rafe's eyes, your thoughts on her. you took rafe's hand in yours, keeping your eyes trained up while you let yourselves just exist together.

"you're always going to be in my heart, evelyn louise cameron." you said softly as you traced the patterns on your locket, rafe turning his head to look at you, a somber expression on his face as he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"yeah, she will. and neither of us will ever forget her."

[arouravis]

❥ 𝟶𝟷 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢

✿ 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎... 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝/𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜-𝟽𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

don’t do it little girl! This is definitely an indication of a one-sided crush. The mars person can be too intense for the 7th house. Therefore, their feelings may not be reciprocated. Personally I hate this placement more than I hate mars in the 8th house (personally can’t get enough of 8th house synastry). Because the feeling that you have for 7th house can be so strong, even if you think you’re being subtle, you’re not!

I also should add, since having mars transiting someone’s 7th house. This could be a potential enemy as well. Could be an indication of falling out with someone, or just not liking them as a person. Or, within the beginning of your relationship— the house person did not like the mars person until getting to know them.

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜:

This placement… UGH! It’s so wonderful and cheesy and warm. Having this with someone is so nice. You could stay in each others presence for hours and hours and it’ll only feel like a minute has gone by. It feels as if you’re constantly in the honeymoon phase. It’s like you’re able to let out this softer, more domestic-like nature. Not in a moon-mars way, but softer and more romantic. There doesn’t have to be any other strings attached.

Shared soft glances and closeness, soft caresses and low-tones of speech. These people can be very patient with each other because they don’t want the moment to end. Sometimes you’ll just look into each others eyes with no thoughts, just the feeling of comfort is stronger than speech.

The both of you know how to love each other and how exactly you’d like to be loved. Shared common life goals and artistic expressions.

I will say tho, if having this aspect and moon-mars synastry. It will leave you fucked up if the relationship does not come into fruition or ends. I’ll talk more about it in another future post.

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜:

I’ve had this with someone as the moon, it is LUST not love. It’s kinda scary how this placement can come into effect. The burning hot passion, the tiniest of touches will drive you absolutely wild. The thought of their voice can send you into overdrive. You just have the need to let them have you an any way, shape, or form.

Very much prone to having pointless arguments, sometimes things can go too far. Mars persons words will have a strong effect on the moon person. Even if the mars person is “joking.” Mars person doesn’t take moons emotions into consideration most of the time.

I personally haven’t had sex with this aspect yet, but if the singular thought of that person can get me riled up, I’m scared to know what it’s like actually putting this aspect to use.

𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗-𝟾𝚝𝚑 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢:

This is nothing to play with! If the person you are with is emotionally closed off, or unwilling to accept or take part in self-transformation…don’t do it. As the 8th house person, I was able to tell the moon person's whole life story before he could figure it out. You have access to each other's deepest thoughts and trauma, and your shadow selves are in full view of each other.

Everything that you think people won’t ever know about you will go out of the window. And it’s because the both of you feel so comfortable to tell each other about yourselves. The topic of trauma isn’t taboo, and it is something talked about often. I could see this as a great placement if the couple likes to transform together.

But like I said if it’s the opposite, it will feel as if you’re in each others brains and you cannot space no matter how hard you genuinely try.

When I had this synastry, I could tell how uncomfortable they would get when I would be able to help them articulate what the actual 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 happened to them. I made them aware that what they went through wasn’t a laughing matter and something that is deeply engraved into their character and they were absolutely blind to it.

It’s not surprising to say that they were indeed uncomfortable. But even then, we’d just go deeper and deeper in, but never too deep. No matter how obsessed I was with figuring out Moon person, there was this barrier that wasn’t going to let down easily.

This connection takes time, trust, and patience. Do not take this connection with a grain of salt.

[thebajablaster]

i will probably Never Post Art of them but doing this for my original ocs because i love them and their 2nd anniv is coming soon (i lied might post art for the 2yr)

btw their names are rowyn and cassius

jonestly i think rowyn just met cass in the back of a bar and was like "oh this twink isnt doing so good"

theyve known each other for ~6yrs. give or take i love timelines (no)

rowyn just thought cass was pathetic as hell and cass just was like... zomg a man

cassius definitely positively. he's really attached to rowyn but will feign ignorance if someone tells rowyn he cares. rowyn actually would give an unassuming carefully neutral statement, but he cares for cass a lot too

they have their squabbles, but have a healthy and mostly stable relationship

cass just likes to help rowyn with cases. thats it lmao

they see each other at work, sometimes off if cass gets drunk but its mostly reprimands and a drive home

rowyn is kinda curt, and cass just drives him insane with nagging- pretty stereotypical office workplace relationship. like think irv and dylan severance almost idk T^T but for meaningful gestures, since rowyns always burnt out, cass always has a blanket in his office to put over rowyn at his desk when he inevitably passes out there

theyre both VERY stubborn. also very loyal not just to each other but to everyone they care about

cass is much more expressive with his emotions while rowyn is the bottle-up type

uhh nah not rlly

its a very on-off doomed yaoi tbh. one takes care of the other, the other shrugs it off, etc

when theyre mad, they mostly just ignore each other. cass absolutely hates it and outbursts while rowyn just bottles it up and freaks out at home

i wouldnt say cass has any goals other than staying with rowyn. meanwhile rowyn just wants to make it another year so maybe??

absolutely. they fight sometimes but they would put their life in the trust of the other

rowyn has some mental health stuff, but nothing huge. cassius always promises to stop drinking, but goes back on it sometimes. its not like a huge issue but it annoys rowyn when he has to pick cass up

well rowyn accidentally killed a guy once so

they both see it as temporary but both really want it to be permanent. power is in your hands ig

both wish they were closer fs

one time they went out for a walk together, and they just talked a lot about life. wow that says a lot about how depressing my ocverse is

they had a huge fight a while ago over cass getting drunk and rowyn stopped him from coming to work for a week because he was petty (hes sort of cass's boss? how do i explain ack)

best memory

just people they work with as friends and people they work cases against as enemies tbh

in public more negative, much closer in private

gay

i mean they might kiss??? or kill each other havent decided yet

absolutely. i mentioned it before but theyre really loyal to each other for heavy lore reasons

i might have carpal tunnel

Questions about two of your original characters about their relationship. Should work for friends/lovers/coworkers/enemies/etc, maybe not so much for family, but you're welcome to try!

How did they meet?

How long have these two characters known each other?

What were their first impressions of each other? How does that compare to their impressions of each other now?

How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Do they get along? Why or why not?

Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?

How often do they see each other? Where do they usually meet?

How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

What is one quality they have in common?

What is one major difference between them?

Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?

Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Do they have any disdain/contempt for each other? How do they show it?

Do they share the same goals in life?

Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

Is one of them keeping secrets from the other? Why? How would they react if the secret was revealed?

Are they keeping a secret together? How do they feel about that?

Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

What is their best memory together?

What is their worst memory together?

When were they the most vulnerable with each other?

Do they have any mutual friends? Mutual enemies?

How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?

If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?

How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?

[ktownshizzle]

Nerd & Nerdier | Chapter 6

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader, Jeon Wonwoo x reader; endgame? x reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Attempt At Comedy, Roommates au, Love triangle

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Moving in with two introverts should have been easy. Not when it’s Min Yoongi and Jeon Wonwoo, who decide they both want you. Unhinged, awkward, and nerdy as hell, they proceed to compete for your attention in the most unnecessarily dramatic fashion that culminates into a… rap battle.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Wildly gratuitous, 100% chance you’ll fall in love with both of them so that’s a problem, no mxm dynamics to be expected

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: Kissing, angst, hearts will be broken - sorry :(, wonwoo’s request is kinda fucked up and MC should NOT have done it tbh but alas this is a fanfic, we’re coming close to the end :(

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.9k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: March 22, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: OmG writing this made me kinda sad, but angst-lovers, do enjoy this mild slice of UGH! Thanks, Cathy Jae and Aqua for your feedback <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

Of all days for Wonwoo to emerge shirtless from the bathroom, it had to be today. Today when you had told yourself that a decision had to be made. It wasn’t like you to drag things out. Not when, in your heart of hearts, you already knew the answer.

“Wonwoo,” you start, your eyes failing to stop itself from trailing that bead of water from his jaw down to his pecs. You clear your throat. “Do you have time to talk later?”

“Umm.” Wonwoo doesn’t meet your glance, rubbing a towel against his damp hair. You don’t miss the way his shoulders stiffen ever so slightly like he already got a sense where you were going with this ‘talk’. 

“Yeah, sure.” If that ain't the most non-committal sure you’ve ever heard.

“We can get coffee later? In that place you really like…” you suggest.

“Mhm. Later…”

Except later never comes and it’s been three days of Wonwoo actively avoiding you.

He’s been holed up in his room for longer than usual. He suddenly has a thousand things to do. Streaming late into the night, conveniently stepping out whenever you’re in the living room, suddenly having plans whenever you suggest one. It’s actually becoming annoying.

This afternoon, you promise yourself to rip the band-aid off and corner him as soon as you can.

Yoongi comes home in three days from his writing bootcamp, and there’s nothing else you want to do than surprise him with good news. But you need to talk to Wonwoo first.

The moment Wonwoo’s door creaks open, you don’t hesitate. You stand from the couch, determined, walking straight toward him.

“Jeon Wonwoo.” You had to whip the government name out.

His eyes go wide—like a deer caught in headlights. “Noona!” His voice pitches slightly, and you can see the exact second he considers turning back into his room.

You grab his wrist. “Stop avoiding me, please,” you pout slightly, letting him go to place your arms across your chest. “I’m this close to attempting to chat with you during your stream, but I don’t want to be flamed by your fangirls.”

Wonwoo exhales sharply, like he knew this was inevitable. He walks back inside his room, tilting his head for you to follow.

You don’t come into Wonwoo’s space a whole lot, but what you always liked are the shelves he put up with his toy collection. It told a lot about his playful personality, even though on the outside he seems a little reserved. A pair of headphones is resting on his desk beside his monitor, screensaver flickering dimly in the dark. A hoodie—one you’ve seen him wear a hundred times—draped over the back of his chair, sleeves twisted like he’d taken it off in a hurry. His bed is unkept, like he just rolled out of it before you pounced on him.

“So…” he starts, patting the cushion beside him, a gesture for you to sit.

You do. But now that you finally have his attention, your throat dries up. Where do you even start?

Wonwoo sighs, leaning on his palms behind him. “I feel like I know where this is going, noona.”

You swallow audibly, eyes glued to the swirly screensaver on his monitor as you try to recall what you meant to say. The words are there, waiting, but they feel impossibly heavy.

Still, you inhale sharply and press on.

“I really care about you, Wonwoo. I really do. You’re so kind, so thoughtful—” You hesitate, throat tightening, but you know you have to finish. "But I—"

“No.”

Huh?

He stands up suddenly, jaw clenched, and then he points at you with a slight huff. “You owe me, noona.” The shift in his tone makes your stomach turn. He’s not angry. Not accusing. But there’s something raw in his voice—something desperate, something pleading.

He meets your gaze, unflinching.

"You promised you’d owe me for that book we got."

“What?” You blink. Then it hits you. The bookstore non-date. The way he ambushed you by paying for your novel before you even reached for your wallet.

But why is he bringing this up now?

“I’m cashing in on the favor,” he says, voice softer. “Just one more date. Let me try again.”

You’re unable to speak. This was not how you imagined this to go. He kneels in front of you, gripping your arms gently, firmly. “Please?”

Your heart squeezes.

Because you should say no. You should be firm, clear, honest. One more date won’t change anything. You know it.

And yet, the way his eyes flicker with the tiniest bit of hope makes something inside you crack.

Your mouth betrays you. “…Okay.”

The next day, Wonwoo takes you somewhere quiet—somewhere with no distractions, no Yoongi, no impending decisions waiting to be made.

It’s a hilltop just outside the city, the kind of place you wouldn’t have known existed if not for Wonwoo. Above you, the sky stretches wide, an expanse of dark velvet dotted with stars that feel just a little closer than usual.

He lays out a blanket, sits beside you, and pulls out a tiny telescope he borrowed just for the night. You watch as he carefully adjusts the lens, angling it toward the sky. He gestures for you to take a look, murmuring something about a nebula just faintly visible this time of year.

But your mind is elsewhere. To Yoongi’s picnic date.

You try to focus on the constellations, they’re gorgeous, but you can’t ignore the way Wonwoo keeps looking at you instead.

You try to enjoy the drinks and sandwiches you bought from the Compose you stopped by along the way, but the sandwich is a bit stale and the iced coffee’s gone watery.

You try. Really, you do.

His lips part, hesitating—like there’s something he desperately wants to say but keeps swallowing back down. 

And then, finally, he lets out a resigned breath. "Is there really no chance for me?"

His voice is softer than usual, but the weight of his words feels heavier than anything he’s ever said to you before.

You turn your head, and he’s already watching you. You open your mouth, but the words stick in your throat. Because no matter how you say it, the answer is the same.

"I’m so sorry."

He exhales sharply. A quiet, humorless laugh escapes him as he tilts his head back toward the sky.

"I knew," he murmurs, nodding to himself like he’s confirming what he had already suspected. "I think I always knew."

You don’t say anything. What could you possibly say?

But when he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, you don’t stop him.

His grip is firm, but there’s a slight tremor there, like he’s holding on as tightly as he can before he has to let go.

So you let him. Just for tonight.

Your drive back to the apartment is quiet. Not uncomfortable, not awkward—just a silence heavy with the knowledge that this is the end. When you reach your apartment’s parking lot, the night air is cool, crisp against your skin, but it’s not the reason you feel like you can’t quite catch your breath.

Wonwoo’s fingers get tangled with yours again and even though you both know this shouldn’t be, neither of you moves to break the contact.

The apartment is dark when you step inside, lit only by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. You don’t know why neither of you turned on the lights. 

You both hesitate, standing in the living room like neither of you knows what to do now. Like this is where the change happens. Like the moment you do turn on the lights, a new era begins.

Wonwoo exhales, shifting slightly, rubbing the back of his neck before finally turning to you. His eyes flicker over your face, and for a moment, he just looks. Like he’s trying to memorize every last detail before it’s too late.

"Noona."

His voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to send something trembling through your chest.

He swallows hard, hesitating—then his lips part again, voice lower this time. 

"Pretend I’m him."

You almost flat-line.

"Can you?" His voice wavers slightly, and there’s something desperate in the way he says it. "Just this once. Please?”

You stiffen. "Wonwoo—I can’t. We shouldn’t…"

"I just… I just want to know what it’d feel like if you loved me, too."

His hands curl into fists at his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you. But the way he looks at you—it’s almost unbearable.

Because just like yesterday you should have said no. You should stop this before it gets worse, and you hurt him more than you already have.

But wouldn’t it be a mercy if you did as he asked?

For the last time?

So you do.

You pretend.

You step closer, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against the smooth plane of his jaw. His lashes flutter at the touch, and his breath hitches—like this alone is enough to unravel him.

You whisper the words meant for someone else.

"You make me feel safe."

Wonwoo’s throat bobs. His grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your arms.

"You make me feel alive."

His breathing is shaky now, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes, searching.

"I knew from the start… it was you."

A harsh, uneven exhale leaves him. His hands tremble.

And then, before you can take it back, before you can stop it, Wonwoo kisses you. He grips your face tightly, like he’s afraid you’ll be gone before he can remember this. You want to pull away, you really do. But then you feel something warm against your cheek.

A tear. Wonwoo is crying.

And your heart breaks.

Because if this is all you can give him—one last mercy, one last lie—you let him have it.

So you kiss him back. Soft. Slow. Not real, but kind enough to feel like it. His fingers press into your skin, trembling slightly, and for the first time, you feel just how much this means to him. How much it’s going to hurt.

When you finally pull away, a draft suddenly chills your skin, seeps into your bones.

Wonwoo shivers. You frown slightly.

And then, your gaze drifts… 

To the wide open door. To the two bags. To the bundle of flowers abandoned by the hallway.

Your stomach drops.

Wonwoo follows your gaze and his entire body stiffens.

And just like that, you realize.

You weren’t alone.

Yoongi was here.

And now—he isn’t.

A/N: Dun dun dun!!! WHERE THE FUCK HAS YOONGI GONE?? And is he gonna want to surface soon? (When art imitates life ffr...)

Tell me what you thought about the chapter? Wonwoo baby I am SO SORRY but... yeah, I have no reasons....

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[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Six

Eddie stands in the hallway, his feet cold on the marble floor, feeling useless. The profound lack of confidence is new and...haunting. Going through an extended period of time where he had to face how utterly shit he’s been as a human being has been...well. He’s doing his absolute best to remind himself that all of his friends and family don’t hate him, but that’s really hard considering how utterly shit he’s been.

How much trouble he’s caused for everyone.

He nearly lost the band. After all the hard work everyone put in, they got their dream. They achieved it. They played to sold out stadiums, and Eddie nearly fucked it, nearly fucking destroyed a decade of his friends hard work because he can’t control himself.

Eddie could be the shittest human being to ever exist.

“You should put a shirt on, Chrissy will be here soon.”

Eddie glowers at Steve. He’s got a hundred things on the tip of his tongue. Steve’s a traitor for leaving. Steve’s a cunt for being in his house for a week uninvited in the first place. How dare Steve just...abandon his post, or whatever. How can he just...leave Eddie to this. Steve’s just some guy with a dumb job and Eddie is that dumb job and Eddie hates him for it.

Steve hoists his stupid sensible back pack up higher, a small duffel in the other hand, “I prepped some snacks in the fridge if you get hungry later. Don’t forget the stuff in the dryer, it’ll crease if you leave it too long.”

“You’re not my mom.”

Steve professional mask slips back into place, “nice meeting you, Eddie,” and then he heads to the front door.

“I...wait. What am I supposed to do?”

Steve shrugs, “have a nice life?” he suggests vaguely, his eyebrows, doing that nothing thing that’s definitely a thing.

“And that’s it...you’re just going to leave?”

“Your rut is done, so is my job.” Steve gives Eddie a cold, customer service smile, “Chrissy’s coming over later to hang out. She said something about taking you to the studio tomorrow, that’ll be good, right?”

“I. I mean.” Eddie feels sick. He does not want to face the guys. He absolutely does not want to do that, at all. They’re going to hate him and it’s going to be awkward and it’s going to be shit and Eddie’s lost the people who are most important to him in the whole world and it’s all completely his own fault.

Steve’s face softens a little, back to just Steve and not professional Steve, and he puts his duffel down, “what is it?”

“Thought your job was done,” Eddie grumbles, wrapping his arms around himself defensively, suddenly deeply regretting his bare chest. Steve is well built and golden and healthy looking, and meanwhile Eddie is painfully aware of his scrawny, sad wet rat appearance.

“It is, I’m off the clock. You get one free pass, go for it.”

Eddie feels like a naughty child, staring the shit out of the floor. He gestures vaguely. “What if I fuck it up?”

“You’re probably gonna’.”

Eddie’s head snaps up, incandescent with rage, “what in the actual fuck-”

Steve shrugs, putting his duffel all the way down, “look. Statistically it takes a few tries for sobriety to stick. There’s...a lot of things I’m supposed to say about this, but, honestly,” he shrugs, “I’m not on shift, so, the best advice I have is remember this. Remember how shit you feel. Remember how much you upset Chrissy. Remember how much you fucking hated having me here. Remember how much you hated the center. Remember how fucking dogshit you felt when you found out your band were ready to bail on you. Hold on to it, and when...when you think you might fuck up, just think to yourself, is it worth it? Is it worth losing those people. Is it worth going through all this, again? Because...it isn’t worth it, is it? And, realistically...what really matters is what you do after you fuck up. The self destruct is the easy way out, getting back on the horse is the hard thing...but the right thing.”

Eddie kind of, deflates, a little. Because honestly, Steve's right. No ones ever put it quite like that before. It’s a horribly solid argument for not fucking up.

Steve picks up his duffel, turning to go, but he stops, smiling to himself, lingering for a second in the doorway, “and if that doesn’t work, just think, what would Dolly do?”

The door closes, and Eddie sighs.

The house is suddenly really, really big, and really, really fucking empty.

Eddie goes and runs himself a bath, and if that means he can imagine Steve is still in the house somewhere, there’s no one here to know what he’s up to.

"I didn't hate having you here," Eddie finally replies to no one.

“Eddie, get fucking dressed. What are you even doing in there?”

“Nothing,” Eddie grumbles from under the covers.

The door bangs, “oh my god, you’re not even up, what are you doing??”

“I’m not going.”

“Excuse you?” Chrissy drags the covers off him, and it’s fucking brutal. The air is chillier than the warmth under the covers and the light is too fucking bright.

Eddie yelps and curls up into a ball, “they don’t want to see me. I’ll just...ruin everything.”

“Oh. You’ve finally hit the feeling sorry for yourself stage.”

“What?”

“Recovery. It’s like with grief. There’s stages. I read a book.”

“You read a book-”

“Look. They want to see you. You’ve pissed them off, yes. You’ve been absolutely shit, also, yes.” Eddie curls up on himself even tighter, “but you had a problem Eddie, and you...weren't very well. And now you’re putting in effort and they see that, okay. They want their friend back, they want this to work out, okay?”

“You think?” Eddie mumbles, his face shoved into the sheet.

“Yes, I do. I also think that if you think a good first impression is you showing up fucking late and keeping them waiting then you’re an-”

“I’m up!” Eddie shifts, climbing out of bed, “I’m getting ready. I’ll be like, twenty minutes.”

Chrissy has Eddie a coffee ready in a to go cup in the kitchen, and he grabs it, rooting around in the fridge, he pulls out the last Tupperware, digging for a spoon from the drawer.

“Since when do you eat breakfast?” Chrissy asks as Eddie juggles everything, following her to the car.

“It’s overnight oats, peanut butter raspberry, there’s like, chia seeds and shit in it, Steve makes them. It’s like dessert for breakfast. Honestly it’s even better than his waffles.”

Eddie gets his seat belt on, pulling the lid off and digging in, he catches Chrissy staring at him, “what?” he speaks with his mouth full.

“I...you know what, nothing...just don’t spill that shit in my car.”

Eddie hesitates at the door. They’ve spent a million hours in this studio over the years. It’s like a second home to all of them. Every studio album they’ve ever produced, they’ve recorded it here. It’s like...a second home now. After they got shot to fame. When they didn’t have a clue what they were doing, not really, not in the beginning...this is the place where they learned how it sounded when your music got mixed by an actual professional.

This is the place that breathed life into Eddie’s vision.

He thunks his head against the door, just for a second, Chrissy waiting patiently a step behind him. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t press.

“What would Dolly do?” Eddie whispers to himself, and then he opens the door.

It’s actually been a few months since he’s seen the guys; easily the longest they’ve been apart since high school. Everyone looks a little uncertain when Eddie walks in, and Eddie suddenly feels like a stranger. Like an outsider, in a place he shouldn’t be.

In a place he has no right to be.

In a place he most certainly doesn’t deserve to be.

“Uhm, hi, everyone.”

There’s a moment of quiet that almost has Eddie retreating straight back out the door, but then Gareth is up out of his chair. He’s across the room in three long strides, and Eddie almost flinches back from the hit he thinks is coming, but then he’s in a hug. A big, solid, bone crushing hug.

Eddie closes his eyes, and rests his hands on Gareth’s back, “I’m so sorry.”

“Fucking better be,” Gareth huffs.

The hug lasts forever, like Gareth doesn’t want to let him go, but eventually he has to. Eddie is wrapped in Gareth’s scent. It’s as familiar as his own. Home, pack, brother, it says. Eddie relaxes into it. It’s calm, Gareth’s scent, not really betraying anything other than...Gareth’s happy to see him.

Jeff is next, “I’m so sorry man.”

“Wait? You’re sorry?” Eddie’s enveloped in another hug. Another familiar scent fills Eddie’s lungs. Makes him feel a tiny bit more whole. Another puzzle piece slotting into place, settling his insides. He’s denied himself this for so long, the relationship more and more strained the further Eddie spiraled.

“We saw it happening man, we made excuses. Told ourselves it wasn’t that bad, or it was just a phase. And then before we knew it it...it felt like we’d watched it get out of control, like we just sat back and let you struggle. I feel like we could have done something.”

It breaks something inside Eddie a little, he nuzzles closer, pressing his forehead against Jeff’s shoulder. “I made my own stupid mistakes.”

“In the beginning, yeah, totally you did. But...it became an illness, Eddie. And when you’re sick...you need help. We left it too long. You nearly fucking died.”

“I’m...I’m okay now, okay?”

Jeff pulls back, his eyes wet like Eddie’s, “you wanna play some tunes?”

“Fuck yeah I wanna’ play some tunes.”

Chrissy ordered them Chinese. They’re not allowed food in the actual booth bit, so they sit out in the lounge to eat.

It had...felt a little stilted, at first. Like they all had rough edges that weren't quite sitting right. It took a little while, but playing their older stuff helped. Something cathartic about completely ignoring their big hits. They don’t play a single number one tune the whole time they’re in there, playing their own personal favorites instead, shouting what they wanted at each other in between tracks.

It’s...good. It’s fun. There’s no pressure, and an hour in, they start to really click.

An hour after that, Eddie almost forgets all the bad shit. Almost stops feeling the rift he’s caused.

It’s back now though, back in force, when Gareth asks him what he wants to do next.

“I can’t tour,” Eddie says immediately.

There’s no push back, startlingly, everyone seems to agree, “yeah, I think it’s a bad idea. And to be honest...I don’t really want to. Not for a while, it was...a lot, right?” Jeff asks.

Everyone agrees. Everyone has families, hell, Gareth’s, somehow, got a hot wife and a kid. It’s a lot, being away from home so much when you have commitments like that.

“I wouldn’t mind something local though,” Gareth says, ���maybe just like...stay in the states. Do like, a couple of stadiums or something.” The thought of being in front of all those people feels a little…itchy, to Eddie. He’s really not sure about performing right now, and Gareth clearly clocks it. There’s something there, the understanding. Eddie’s scent is probably going buck wild too, “not until we release a new album though, obviously,” he tacks on. Adjusting. For Eddie.

“Right,” Eddie nods, “right, a new album.”

Eddie hadn’t even thought about it. Didn’t think he had the right any more, didn’t think the guys would support him with anything like that, or even...trust him with it.

“I kind of have,” Jeff starts, pulling some balled up scraps of paper out of his jacket pocket.

Gareth has a whole fucking notebook, “what?” he says at the looks on everyone's faces, “I was bored, alright?”

Eddie gathers it all together, “okay if I...take it home and have a look?”

Everyone agrees, and by the time Eddie goes home again, they have plans for a full day in the studio, Eddie’s been invited to a BBQ at Gareth’s, and Jeff wants to run a games night.

Eddie’s going to have to dig out his dice, which, is kind of a weird feeling. He’ll have to brush up on the Handbook, they haven’t played for...well. Probably years with the tours.

Eddie finds himself kind of excited about it.

[dailymanners]

I get my ideas for posts from a lot of random sources. Some of them are from doing research, like articles / books / etc. about different manners. Some of them are from suggestions people have sent to me or asked me about on this blog. Others are based on experiences.

The doing research is one of my main sources. But I don't think I've talked about before how I don't just post any and every manner I find, I put some effort into curating them, because not all the manners I find make the cut. Some just seem like bad ideas, some are hyper specific to one region or culture and would be considered rude in many areas outside of this one region or culture. Some have no good reasoning other than "this is just what's been considered polite for centuries so do it."

But in case anyone has been curious what are some of the ones who haven't made the cut, here's some of them and why:

If you're scraping ice off of your car, scrape off your neighbor's car too. I've come across this one a few times and have never posted it for a reason. It's a nice thought, if it was icy and my neighbor had scraped off the ice from my car without damaging my car at all, I would personally be grateful. But the problem and why I've never posted it is because of the risk you run of damaging your neighbor's car in the process. If you damage someone else's property while doing a favor they never asked you for, you bet they're going to be really unhappy with you and likely make you pay for damages. Now I have posted about shoveling your neighbor's driveway or walkway, because the risk of damaging a driveway or a walkway while shoveling is much much lower, if anyone has ever managed to damage a concrete driveway or walkway while shoveling please let me know how you managed that. But I also imagine it's less of a problem than a damaged car.

2. Calling service workers by their first name if they're wearing a name tag I worked the service industry for many years, and was lucky enough to never have to wear a name tag. It was already unpleasant enough getting hit on by people three times my age, or getting yelled at and chewed out by strangers daily, and I'm grateful I was afforded some anonymity. The last retail job I had we didn't have name tags, but for some reason beyond me the receipts would print the name of whoever did the sale, and I personally hated it when people would look at the receipt then call me by name and go "that is your name, right?". You encounter a lot of creeps and hostiles in the service industry, so many people prefer feeling anonymous. To each their own, maybe some people in the industry like it when customers use their name, but I never posted this because I know it's not universal.

3. Take off your hat while you're inside The reason is because I have never been able to find a good and logical explanation for this one, most of what I can find is based on outdated concepts like "back in the era of knights it showed trust and vulnerability for knights to take off their helmet while in someone else's residence" or "back in the day women wore huge and elaborate hats that would block the view for others" but nothing on why I can't wear a simple plain beanie indoors. Maybe I'm just personally salty on this. I have a skin condition that causes scalp issues for me, and I find wearing simple and breathable hats like beanies helps me. But when I was an au pair many years ago the host mom would scream at me and call me rude if I wore a beanie indoors because I was "setting a bad example for her children" by doing something so rude as wearing a hat inside. But I never did get a good explanation on why it was so rude and such a bad example for her children. I just wanted to ease my scalp problems. If you have a good reason, please do let me know because I would like to know. I'm sure there's more, but these are a few I can think of off the top of my head that I've encountered a few times but never posted. In case anyone was curious about what does or doesn't make the cut.

A few others are things that are more etiquette that manners like "make sure that x utensil is always to the right of y utensil" and I don't want to dunk on anyone who is big on etiquette rules and finds them fun or interesting, but it's the same problem as the hat problem. The focus of this blog is manners that have meaning and I can give a good logical explanation for how/why it benefits you and others.

And to be perfectly honest, sometimes I post things and later go "Actually, I don't fully agree with that now that I think about it more." But also, I trust that all of my followers are able to think critically on their own, so if they come across a post of time that's actually kinda unnecessary or they just don't agree with, they can think for themselves "actually, I don't want to do that or think that I need to" or even just "this might apply to other people but doesn't apply to me or my circumstances."

[urrmomzfavorite]

PAC : YOUR NEXT GLOW UP ✨

Pile One:

Ohhhh baby, this one is personal. You’ve been putting in the work at the gym, working out, taking care of your hair, your skin, your aura. Let me tell you, baby, it shows. You are glowing! One thing though, the self-talk needs to be kinder. You are changing and transforming a lot of things all at once in your life. Give yourself some grace. You’re getting impatient, feeling like you’re putting in all this work for nothing, and you don’t seem to see results?

I know. Good things take time, love. It’s annoying to hear, but it’s a saying for a reason.

Be kinder to yourself, the way you would be with your bestie.

The results are coming, and you will be ecstatic! But for the time being, enjoy the journey and the process. You have the rest of your life to enjoy being hot, but being present in the journey—noticing all the little ways in which your mindset changes, new thought patterns and habits are created—is key. I need you to acknowledge your power.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

Pile Two:

You are powerful. Your next glow-up is part of recognizing this truth. No more playing it safe, no more hiding your light to protect fragile egos, babe. NO MORE!

It’s going to seem crazy to you that you used to dim your light this much for people who had no place in the spotlight.

It’s time for you to take your rightful place as a leader. People want to hear what you have to say. They want to follow you wherever you go because they sense this wisdom and strength coming from you. They know you’re going places, and they want to make sure they don’t miss the train too.

You’ve held yourself back for way too long. The universe doesn’t want you to hide anymore. We don’t need to stay in survival mode. It is safe to be yourself now, and you are a star!

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

Pile Three:

You are the glow-up, yourself. But listen—not just the digestible parts of yourself you present to the world, but everything. The world is screaming, looking for authenticity, people who are real and inspiring, and you are obligated to answer the call.

*“Alexa, please play ‘All I Do Is Win’ by DJ Khaled.”*

I’m not going to lie, Pile Three, I know you’ve been going through it—feeling like nothing is working in your favor, not being able to see your blessings, dealing with toxic relationships.

Speaking of toxic relationships, let that twin flame GOOOOO, for goodness’ sake, Pile Three. This is why your blessings are blocked. This person is blocking your blessings. The universe will not give anything to you as long as they are in the picture, and it’s not because you don’t deserve it. It’s because they know the second you receive them, you won’t appreciate them for yourself and will give everything to this person.

We understand you love them. The spiritual chemistry is off the charts. But toxic is toxic, love. There are other soulmates, other divine counterparts. Let this one go. They are holding you back and have no place in where you are going.

Your next glow-up is letting go of everything that doesn’t serve you. Please do so you can receive your gifts. 😘

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

[akanemnon]

Hey, how are you?

Hope your doing fine....

I have been reading the comics and loving the posts you make. I wanted to ask you genuinely how are you feeling about all this. It must be very taxing to keep up with a fan base that wants more and more of your work and mind, I just hope your not stressing and overworking yourself. I'm now in my second year of college and I've had meltdown and shutdowns over my assignments (I do games and animation btw), I have just calmed down to start thinking properly and I have released that THIS IS how content creators deal with.

(Also I'm sorry if I'm just repeating a question that someone else asked)

I don't post here alot but I do on other platforms for fun but nothing too serious just silly lil art pieces :P

I hope this comment tells you that we really are grateful for all you've made for us to enjoy together!

Lots of love for me! 💖 I hope you have a nice day.

HA YOU'VE LOWERED YOUR GUARD!

Get punched in the butt .w.

I've said it before, but I never expected all of... THIS.

I never was a big artist and I would rather throw myself out of the window than to view myself as such. But I kinda have to come to terms with Twin Runes being popular. By all means, I am VERY grateful for every reader. For every person who engages with the story. For everyone who holds emotional value in this story. I know for a fact there are people out there like that.

There are people out there who translate this comic into other languages. There are people out there who put their heart and soul into dubbing it. HECK, there are even people who make music for it. I STILL don't get it. But I am honored that people would put their time and effort into honoring the comic in their own ways. Guess it means I'm doing SOMETHING right.

But I dunno if I'm doing a good job at being an online presence. I only know I'm doing a good job drawing and and doing an alright job writing a story. I don't know how to engage with an audience, but I'm trying. Part of me wants to scream at times. And the other part of me tells the one that wants to scream to shove it.

I try to treat people with respect, but I sometimes wish it happened the other way around as well. But I've noticed that people are either intimidated by me, or absolutely have no filter at all. (The kinds of asks I get are concerning at times...) I guess that is what you're getting into when you become a decently big online person.

Despite that I never expected this story to make it big at all, I am very glad I ended up creating it. Because there's always something to learn. I wanna be better. Not just as an artist.

[naybii]

𝓞r 𝓷ah ?

CW: mentions of toxic relationship, forgiveness,mentions of past sex experiences (drunk sex), breast/nipple play, Pet names (gorgeous,good girl,my lady, etc.), cunnilingus, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap your Willie’s, don’t be silly), consent - (non consensual sex is not valid at all.), reader getting called a slut 1x, squirting, creampies (if there’s more. Tell me.)

A/n: I’m Still in writers block, so if I end up liking it I’ll post it. If not. Then I’m not gonna post this story until I can write an actual good story. Idk thought. I gave up on Freak-tober so Idek if I’ll catch up. This writing style is new and I don’t release that much story’s since I need to improve on my writing.. but if you have advice. Ty :33 I just realized that when you try to enter for a new paragraph with an already written one. It deletes it. It’s so fucking annoying. This is NOT. Proof read and this is an old smut fic, I am so sorry. This might be a little shitty..💔

- the following story does Hold Explicit Content, if you’re a minor please proceed w/ caution -

Synopsis: in the night in Seoul, South Korea. You were at this club. Not very crowded which works with you, you were drinking some alcohol, washing your throat down with it. You were having a good time, listening to the Music that the DJ had been playing. It was gonna be a good night. Though, while you were drinking there was a shadow right above you. Like any other person, you looked up and your night was immediately ruined. Why is he here? And what will happen?

“I finally Found you.” The Black-haired male said. A subtle smirk emerged on his face, you wanted to slap that Look off of him. He’s messed you up enough, why even bother with him? He was such an asshole. he would prioritize himself before you. Which annoyed you. And got in arguments with you, a lot of times. So you had the right to not like him, right?

“San, please get out of my face. I Don't Want to Talk to you.” you tried to be polite to him, not wanting to spark a stupid argument in public. Especially because he will make sure everyone knows that he's the ‘victim’ it had always been like that during your relationship. Oh, you got hit by San, his excuse? ‘She was putting me in danger!’ it was the same thing over and over again. “Oh please y/n, I was the victim in this relationship. You made me feel unloved. I believe I had a right to treat you badly. And besides. Maybe it wouldn't have been like this if you had tried harder to make me happy.” he said boldly. Is he hearing himself?

The audacity for him to say such a stupid comment. “Excuse you? So you’re telling me. If I tried Harder to make you happy, I had to throw my whole life away and act like nothing mattered but you?” You Were Offended, the audacity from him the waltz in and throw your Rocky relationship’s blame on you? “Oh please, y/n. I was the best thing that happened to you. Besides I did do you pretty good in bed.” He added to his already Cocky comment. He cleared his throat and chuckled at you. “Who am I kidding? I make every woman who Im with good.” yeah that's it, your gonna punch that motherfucker in the stomach.

“Quit talking about that San, I don't care about what your stats are with people in your bed. That doesn't mean shit. And no? You weren't the best thing that's happened to me. You're being so cocky and it's so repetitive and annoying, the best thing that has happened to me was leaving you.” you retorted. Who does he think he is? “Come on y/n, don't act like you're some saint too.” he pursed his lips. “That's not what you were saying 1 month ago. Either.” that was right. You had hooked up with him while you two were drunk. It was consensual and protected, but it was still a regret of yours. How could you be so desperate?

“That was a month ago, dipshit. By the way. I didn't say anything.” you said confidently. You remembered about the sex. But not About the words or actions. “Let me recap it for you gorgeous, I had asked You ‘Who’s is it?’ and you immediately said, ‘this pussy is yours.’ so it Still is mine, gorgeous.” your jaw Slacked. Wait, what? You don't remember any of that. Of course, you had forgotten. “It was in the heat of the moment, San. I didn't mean it.” you excused yourself. Though you knew damn well you meant everything you had said.

“So, you think I can still have what’s mine?” he asked out of nowhere. It was a Turn-on. Not because it was San. Actually it was because it’s San, but because his straightforwardness was Attractive and enticing to you. “Oh fuck you, San.” you rolled your eyes. “Oh yeah, fuck me.”San said back, snickering. Staring at your ass While you were grabbing your purse, Taking his hand that he had held out in front of you. That hand had quickly snaked to your waist.

That whole way to his apartment, you and San had talked it out. It wasn’t that easy to do since there was some wrongs that both sides of the parties had done. But you guys had ended up talking about it like adults. “I want to apologize, I don’t want to come with any excuses and I just want to start fresh alright? I don’t. Exactly expect you to forgive me instantly since I had messed you up.” You Just listened to him Speak and ramble about, you smiled and Hugged him while you to were walking. “It’s Alright, at least you had acknowledged your wrongs. And I do too.” You glanced over at him. You guys were coming up to this Tall and bougie looking building. You had Assumed it was his apartment complex. Since i mean, he was wealthy and responsible with money.

You guys finally made it to Sans's luxury apartment complex which was around 5 minutes from the club. He rang up the elevator, pressing the button which calls the elevator, he heard the little ping! And the elevator doors swiftly opened, He had made sure you had gotten in first and stepped into the elevator after you. It took a good 20 seconds to get to his floor, the door Sliding open. He grabbed your hand and led you to his Apartments front door. Grabbing the keys, fiddling with it until he got to the right key to open his Door. He placed the key into the keyhole, turning the keys and the door clicked open. Walking you into his humble apartment.

“Welcome home, my lady.” He introduced you to his apartment. It was so much different than the one when you two were together. “Woah.” You said. It was a lot bigger from the outside, but you weren’t complaining. It was clean and Modern apartment. A living room, a 8x8 bathroom. And the bedroom was Clean and comfy looking. “I’m surprised you actually clean it.” You made fun of him. “Well excuse you, y/n. And yes. I do clean it regularly! So don’t doubt in me.” He frowned. And then smiled.

“You need anything to drink, gorgeous?” He asked you, that hot ass smirk on his face. It was Always doing something to you. “No thank you, actually. Yes, just water.” You corrected yourself. “Alright, one water coming up for my lady.” He said so barista-like. “One cup of water for y/n!” He was Sometimes so wholesome. That’s what You genuinely liked about him. “Thank you for my Little order.” You took the water from his hand. “I’m still getting my payment, right?” He Smiled slyly. “Yes, yes you are.” You Sipped on the water, leaving a lipstick mark on the cup. You placed the empty glass onto the marble counter. “Now, can I get that payment?” He asked you in a whisper like tone.

“Yes,San. Yes.” You rolled your eyes in play-annoyance. Come here already then. “Gladly, my lady.” He walked over to you, then swiftly got you off the stool. He placed you onto the Countertop. And stepped back. Taking a look at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. He walked over to you and undid the dress, moving the zipper down your dress, trying to get you out of your pretty dress. “Let’s get you out of these, my love.” He murmured against your neck. Sending a shiver down your Spine. He looked over at you and smiled. “Raise your hips. And there we go.” You complied with him, raising your hips. He slid the dress off your thighs. Letting it fall onto the ground.

“My god.” He murmured, looking at your Beautiful lingerie, was he Infatuated with you. “Red and black Lingerie,huh?” He asked you. Then taking a good look at you. Fuck, the urge, he has the urge to take a photo of you in that Lingerie, fuck you looked sexy.. his Boner quickly Awoke, Before clearing his throat, not wanting to think with His dick, but.. come on. “Is it alright if I take a photo of you In this… god..sexy Outfit?” he asked You Politely, before You gave him the okay. With him Getting permission, he Takes His phone out, before snapping a picture of your beautiful body. “ ‘mazing sweetheart.” He had that Sly Smirk. Fuck it was hot!

“Let’s take this off now.” He muttered as he got to you, his breath hitting your face as he unclasped Your bra. Then sliding it off and letting that fall to the floor too, your Breasts came out of its confines, slightly jiggling from the Tightness of the bra, that was now off, he Looked into your eyes, waiting for you to say something. “I’m okay with you touching me, San.” He nodded, humming in content and then bringing his hand to your breast, And massaging it, kneading it in his right hand and the other with his left, you Were liking the free no-charge. Massage and You sigh. “That feels good.” You hummed, relaxing yourself. “Let’s see if we can get you to Make some noises, yeah?” He Smiled and Took one tit into his mouth, savoring it then sucking onto it glancing up to you, making sure you were okay. “Oh fuck San.” His face just made this all Hotter, yeah, you were absolutely Turned on.

“You like that ,dear?” He Asked you in a slow and seductive manner. Then swirling his Tounge around your Nipple. The other one hardening in an instant. He pulled away and Started to Roll the Sensitive bud between his index and thumb. You arch your back, raising your hips off the Counter. Letting out a series of Soft moans, and he hadn’t Even Penetrated you yet. You might Just cum, untouched. without Even being Fucked. You pursed your lip. “G-God San. Slow down.” You breathe out. He chuckled softly. Continuing to stimulate your Sensitive Bud. “I’m enjoying this, a lot. And your body is telling me so too.” He pointed out your Damp spot on the front of your underwear. “Fuck,that was on accident.” He could obviously see through your blatant lie. “Riiight. “Accident” hm?” He said in air quotes since he knew you so well, that was not on accident.

“Okay. Well maybe it wasn’t on accident, but you turned me on. So is that really my fault san?” You Replied back. “No, it’s not,pretty girl. Just wondering why you said it was an accident.” He glanced over at you. “Be a Good girl and take your underwear off for me.” He demanded and smiled at you. Seeing you from his peripheral, lifting your hips and Shimmying your Hips and legs. Your Underwear falling onto the floor with all of your other clothes. “That’s some pretty legs. Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” you Nodded and immediately opened your legs. Letting San have a look at your pretty Dripping cunt. “You’re soaked, did I turn you on that much?” He Asked you with a Grin on his face. I’m gonna carry you to the Bedroom, is that alright?” He glanced from your pussy to your face. “Yeah, go ahead.” He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, your ass up in the air. And god, was he strong. “You’re strong, sannie.” You told him. Making him chuckle. “I know what I am, m’lady.” He was so damn cocky. But that’s another attractive thing about him. He opens his door with one hand, then door letting a soft click. He walked into the room, throwing you onto his bed. You let out a Yelp and He closes the door. “I need you to sit on my face so damn bad y/n.” He pleaded. His bulge visible in his pants.

“Then come over here and lay down.” He could hear the smile in your voice. He walked over to the bed and laid down. “I haven’t had dinner so consider you, my dinner.” He smiled, looking at you. “You need help with getting on my face?” He asked you, grinning. “No.” You said sharply, you Shifted on the bed. Getting above his face, straddling his Head, giving him a Good and clear view. You Lower yourself down. And He grabbed your hips, reflexively. Sitting you above his face. His Tounge darting out to taste your Sweet juices. Having your Hands Supporting You, on the headboard. You let out a soft sigh. “Fuck, San.” You Mewl. He Continued to move his tongue through your Folds, the Sounds of explicit Slurping and Squelching Echoed around his rooms align with your moans. “Oh shit, San!” You threw your head back. Grabbing onto his jet black hair. “You’re eating me out So good.” You praised. Riding his face, his Nose stimulating your Clit. You Bit your lip. Riding his Face. And Stuffing it right in his face.

“God, oh my god San.” You Cursed. You already Feel yourself close to cumming. His Tounge was working it’s damn Magic. Flicking against your folds, then Slipping it into your Sweet Pussy, slurping all of the juices. Man were you sweet as hell. “San I’m gonna Cum..” You warned him. He had you ride his face. “Fuck, right there. Oh my goshh.. please..” The combination of pleasure from His nose and tounge was Scrumptious.. and You Started To whimper against your lips. The bed squeaking. “Holy shit I’m cumming!” You Squeal, then Letting go. Grunting and Stiffening. You cried out in pleasure. Shaking uncontrollably as he’s still Eating you out. “Fuck! San please stop!” You go off him. Seeing his face clearly Some cum on his nose and mouth. Dripping down his chin. He sat up and Murmured. Turning you around “Let’s have you taste yourself.” He kissed you. Having you Taste yourself on his Tongue. “Good girl.” He cooed. He got up trying to clearly get his pants off. he Unbuttoned his pants. Fiddling with the zipper. Before laying you down.

“I’m collecting what’s mine.” He Said. Then slipping his Pants Off. you could clearly see the out-line of his cock, through his boxer-briefs. He Slides that off too. His cock coming out stiff, his red, swollen cock head dripping pre-cum. He walked over to you, then positioned you so your legs were Spread open. And facing him. He smirked slyly. And grabbed your hips. Mushroom-tip prodding against your welcoming entrance. “Oh fuck San.” You threw your head back. Before kissing him. “Aww what’s wrong? Is this the first time in forever since you’ve had Dick in you you little Fucking slut?” He murmured Those words into your ear before You Let out a shaken moan.

“Yes, San.. it’s been forever..” you nodded, before He Kissed your Lips. Shutting you up. Before he teasingly Entered the head of his cock in your tight pussy. before You whine for him to put the whole thing in. Before he nodded and slowly pushed Into your Eager and tight Pussy. Before you both let out a Loud moan. “Fuck, y/n your Tight Pussy is so fuckin’ warm and snug.. it’s like it’s made just for my dick.” He thrusted in you, your legs impulsively wrapping his waist, Before he Chuckled. “Don’t want me to move out, hm?” He whispered with a hushed voice. “Fuck, San. faster..” you mewled before He began to slap his hips into you. “Oh shit !” You Moaned out. Tears in your eyes. “San please.. oh fuck !! I’m gonna Squirt around your Fucking cock..” you warned before He Grabbed your shoulders and Slammed into you repeatedly, hitting the Sweet spot in your nice gummy walls, making you see stars before You felt the String in your tummy go snap. Before Your eyes Immediately roll back. a rush of Liquid Gushing out of your pussy and around Sans Cock. You cried Out in Utter pleasure, San then Looked at you while it just kept Coming out. Still pounding you. And He Looked So enamored and Happy. Before He let out a Grunt and murmured. “I’m cumming..” Before he Relentlessly Slammed his hips into yours like his life depends upon it leaving your sensitive Pussy put the Work in, he let out a loud moan. His hips stuttering and Finally Cumming in you, leaving a Mess. He Plopped down onto you. not bothering to pull out while having you in his Arms. panting and Shaking. he kissed your head tenderly. “You did amazing, babe. take Some Rest, my baby.” He said in a hushed voice Before letting you rest, just like the Previous nights you guys had Hooked up. Though. This one would definitely bring you two back.

„ 𝓣he 𝓔nd !! ”

— This was made in oct 2024.. it’s March 2025.. 😭😭 I’ll be brave and post this.. 💔🥀

[jxtina-86]

The Chase - Part 3

Thanks for all the likes for part 2!

In case you missed the earlier parts:

Part 1

Part 2

Pairing: Lando x Fem!OC

Warning: Swearing. Sexual tension you can slice a knife through. Some v mild smut.

Word Count: 4.5k

Likes/Comments/Reblogs welcome! Enjoy!

“Merci,” she says to the waiter as they leave the restaurant, half distracted by Lando’s hand firmly in the small of her back as they walk out the door.

The tension between them is still thick. The rest of the lunch passed in a blur of innuendo and light touches between them, his hand finding hers again when the plates were removed. She’s not entirely sure how she managed to eat at all, the way his eyes kept meeting hers, accompanied with suggestive nods, winks and grins.

He opens the car door for her again, but this time as she passes him to get in, he slips his arm around her waist. Shielded behind the door and almost out of sight, he moves in. She lets him, her mouth already clamouring for him. He kisses her softly at first, feeling her melt into his embrace for a second before she kisses him back and the intensity builds. His fingers run through her hair, holding her to him as her own fingers dance over his upper arms. He pulls back with a soft whine of his own and she can’t help but giggle.

A giggle that soon fades when she sees him bite his lip as he stares down at her. She nudges him back with a grin.

“Down boy,” she murmurs. He pouts but lets her slip past him into the car. He closes the door behind her and she watches as he walks around the car, pulling his sunglasses back onto his face. She leans her head to the side, watching as he gets in and gets comfortable in the seat.

“What?” he gives her a grin when he spots her watching him.

“Nothing,” she murmurs as the car rumbles into life. As he clicks his seatbelt in, his hand reaches over the central console to find hers. She shifts closer to him as he drags it over to rest on his thigh as he glances in his mirrors before pulling out back onto the road. It feels way too intimate a gesture given she didn’t know him less than 24 hours ago, but she can’t bring herself to move her hand.

Then again, she thinks, maybe it isn’t as intimate as what she wants to be doing with him. She glances at the clock and sees it’s only just nearing 1.30pm. Apart from joking around, he’s not mentioned anything else for this afternoon and she feels a slight pit of dread that despite everything, he’s had enough of the game playing and will just opt to drop her back to the villa.

She feels her phone vibrate in her bag and reluctantly withdraws her hand to check it. A voice note from Ruby.

“No no,” Ruby starts. “Well, I hope he does hear it. Right, M. We are all going to the beach. So if you and Lando have managed to get through lunch unscathed and need somewhere to take a post-pizza… siesta shall we say, then you have this place all to yourselves. Enjoy!” She finishes with a trill and there’s a fit of laughter in the background before the voice note ends.

“Okay, well I’ve never regretted listening to a voice note more in my life,” Mia cringes as Lando snorts beside her.

“They’ve really got your best interests at heart,” he comments.

“That’s one way to put it.” She decides to ignore the message and puts her phone back in her bag. “So where are we going?”

“Yours, apparently,” he winks over at her.

“Absolutely not. They’ll find an excuse to come back early.”

“Don’t want them catching us in the act?”

“Oh, you are mighty sure of yourself aren’t you? You’re as bad as them.”

He chuckles. “So where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.”

He scrapes his hand over his chin. “Okay.”

Without taking his eyes off the road, he reaches over to take her hand again, moving it back onto his leg, his fingers splaying over hers as he controls the steering wheel with one hand.

“Needy,” she says softly, watching his lips twitch into a grin.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs in reply.

**

His hands steady her hips, his chest pressed against her back. She takes a deep breath as his hands slip to hers, ghosting over her wrists before his fingers slip between hers.

His breath tickles the back of my neck as he helps her guide the golf club towards the ball towards the hole.

Mini golf was certainly an interesting choice. After the secluded lunch, it felt so open and public. And within minutes of Lando exiting the car, he was approached by a dad and son for a photo. However, she was pleasantly surprised how Lando immediately engaged with the young kid, signed his shirt and crouched down to pose for a photo. The kid looked so ecstatic, the dad too when Mia offered to take a photo of the three of them together. Lando had caught her eye with a slightly surprised look when she'd made the suggestion and when the dad and boy departed, he'd taken her hand again and given it a soft squeeze.

Her golf skills definitely lacked but that didn't seem to bother Lando. In fact, he seemed to be revelling in being able to give her some very hands on advice as they made their way around the course. At the start, she'd felt pretty self conscious about how close he stood behind her, touching her shoulders, arms, hands. She’d recalled his earlier words about photos from onlookers and was wary of how compromising it might look. But he clearly had either forgotten or didn't care anymore and after a while, Mia was caring less about what people might see and more on concentrating on breathing as Lando continued to touch her at every given opportunity.

“What’s the score?” She asked him as he bent over to pick up her ball from the hole.

“I thought you were keeping track.”

“In that case, I’m definitely winning.”

He laughs as they head to the next and final part hole of the course. He goes first, hitting it perfectly so the ball rides the full crest of the hill and down the otherside. He misses the final hole, but he’s not even paying attention, beckoning her forward so yet again, he can make a show of lining her up for the perfect shot.

They are both way too caught up in the moment to hear the faint rumble of thunder in the distance and the dark clouds that are gathering overhead.

His chin rests on her shoulder as his hands slide over hers yet again. But as she swings the club back, his lips meet the crook of her neck.

“Stop it,” she giggles, letting the club swing back without hitting the ball. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that all afternoon,” he mumbles, grinning unashamedly as she tips her head to look back at him.

“Are you going to let me take this shot? Especially as I haven’t done anything to distract your turns.”

“Yes, you have,” he counters, his hands still over hers.

“How?”

“Just being here.”

She rolls her eyes as he guides her arms back again to take the shot. Like his ball before, hers rolls over the crest of the hill too, but hers actually makes it into the hole with a satisfying clatter. 

“I win!” She says gleefully, twisting to grin at him. He grins back, his eyes flickering down before he leans forward to kiss her. His arms curl around her body, holding her close as he pulls back for a second, before his lips meet hers again.

“Congrats,” he murmurs against her mouth.

The first splatters of rain go unnoticed. It's only when it becomes a steady beat that he looks up and around. “C’mon.”

“Typical,” Mia grumbles as they make their way back towards the car park and the rain picks up in intensity.

By the time they get back to the car, they are both drenched. Lando’s white T-shirt is clinging to him like a second skin, whilst her dress is slowly turning see-through. 

Inside the car, Lando scrapes a hand through his wet curls, whilst Mia looks down at her drowned-rat state. She catches his eye and they both burst into laughter, his infectious, making her laugh more.

“Don't take this the wrong way,” he eventually gets out. “But do you want to come back to mine to dry off?”

**

The drive to his apartment building is short and she’s soon standing feeling slightly awkward in his kitchen as he fetches a towel for her. He reappears a moment later, one towel slung over his shoulder whilst unfolding a large towel for her and wrapping it around her.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, moving the towel to dry the ends of her hair. He stands opposite her, running his own towel over his head briefly, before he tosses it aside and peels his T-shirt up and over his head.

Mia feels her mouth go slightly dry. The wet T-shirt had left little to the imagination, but to suddenly see his tanned and toned chest before her is still a wonderfully unexpected surprise of the entire day. He gives her a shy smile when he catches her looking.

“Did anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“Can’t help it,” she replies, vaguely wondering when the tables had turned and she was the one unable to keep her desires in check.

She looks down and realises there is water actually dripping off her dress, pooling on the floor. “Shit,” she mutters.

He doesn’t say anything, just disappears for a second time and then reappears with a pure white fluffy robe. “Here, have this. You can change in there if you want,” he points to where he’s come from.

She pads past him, feeling his eyes boring into the back of her head as she sees the open door to his bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she places the towel and robe on the bed. Glancing around his room, it’s tidier than she had imagined.

Reaching behind her, she fumbles to find the zip to the dress, grimacing as her fingers try and fail to grasp it.

Sighing, she opens the door. “Lando?”

He appears in an instant and she swallows as she realises he has stripped down completely, with just the towel wrapped around his waist. “What’s up?”

“I… I can’t reach the zip on my dress.”

“Oh.”

He approaches slowly and she turns, scooping her damp hair out of the way. His fingers brush across her back for a brief second before he finds the zip and tugs it down at what feels like a glacial pace. She looks over her shoulder as she hears his breath hitch as he realises she’s not wearing a bra. She expects him to leave the zip there, but he continues to drag it down south to where it ends as the base of her spine.

She looks back over her shoulder. “Thanks,” she whispers.

“No… No problem,” he says, clearing his throat.

She steps forward, letting the dress slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet as she reaches for the robe. Glancing over her shoulder she sees he is still standing in the doorway staring at her transfixed. He blinks and meets her gaze.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “I'll be…”

He retreats and closes the door, leaving her to wrap the bathrobe around herself. Scooping up her dress, she heads back out to the kitchen to find him leaning against the counter scrolling through his phone. He looks up, a smile crossing his face.

“Do you want a drink?”

She shakes her head. “I'm okay, thanks.”

She has to pass him by to drop her wet dress on the chair next to where her bag and shoes sit, but he slides a hand around her waist pulling her against him. His mouth finds hers a second later as he turns them so she’s sandwiched between him and the counter.

She feels a hand slip around the back of her neck, his thumb grazing her jaw. A moan echoes through her, vibrating through her lips. His other hand grips her waist as hers slide over his firm shoulders, feeling him flex at her touch.

He breaks away, both of them catching their breath for a second. He looks at her through his thick eyelashes, his eyes dark with lust as he tips her head back gently. Pressing a chaste kiss to her mouth, he presses another to her cheek, jaw and then ducks his head to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck. His tongue wets her skin, before his lips tighten over the spot and she lets out an audible gasp. Her back arches and he takes full advantage by scooping his arm around her waist and lifting her effortlessly onto the counter.

Her hands slide up the back of his impossibly thick neck and into his hair. She tugs softly and he releases his kiss on her neck with a groan. He snickers softly, his fingers rubbing over the spot and she stares down at him in disbelief.

“Did you…”

“Whoops,” he grins. “Only a small one…”

“Lando…” she groans.

He stares up at her, eyes wide, the colour of his irises barely visible with how dilated his pupils are.

Lifting his head, he cups her face gently with both hands, his eyes focused on her mouth. She can't fight the soft sigh that escapes her as he kisses her and he definitely doesn't hold back the moan as she curls a leg around his hips to draw him closer.

Against the heel of her foot she can feel his towel starting to slip. She goes to reach for it with her hand but it's too late and instead all she finds is bare waist as the towel slips out of reach. He doesn't seem to notice or even care, his mouth still on hers.

She pulls away, giggling as he whines. “Your towel,” she tells him.

“Don't care,” he mumbles, pressing soft kisses across her jaw as she giggles again. He tilts his hips back slightly and she feels the towel slip away entirely. His hands ghost down her robed body to her waist, tugging her closer to him. The robe itself is still tightly knotted around her waist but he pushes the material covering her legs aside, his fingers grazing down her thighs as he encourages her to wrap both her legs around his body.

She gasps as she feels his length nudge her inner thigh. He captures her mouth again, the kiss deepening as her hand tentatively skims up over his back, over his shoulder and down his chest between them.

Neither of them notice the knock on the door, then the key turning, not until:

“Shit, sorry!”

Mia feels herself freeze, her hand on Lando’s stomach and he groans as he pulls away from her, his head resting briefly in the crook of her neck before he raises it and looks over his shoulder.

“Max, what the fuck?” His voice is a strained rasp.

“I… I did knock,” his friend reassures and Mia recognises him from the previous evening.

“Get the hint next time,” Lando grumbles.

“I’ll go-” Max starts to back up.

“It's fine,” Mia says, retracting her hand from between them as gracefully as possible.

“No, no,” Lando practically whines, even in front of his friend. “He’s going.”

She giggles. “Yeah, even so… I should go.”

He pouts at her, his eyes pleading. “Please…”

She shakes her head. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Max backing out of the room so she tucks a finger under Lando’s chin. “Bolt the door next time.”

His eyes light up. “When?”

She laughs. “Soon.”

He groans, reluctantly releasing her as he steps back to pick up his towel.

But not before she casts a casual look down and swallows as she catches a glimpse of his dick. She tilts her head to the side as he tucks the towel back around his waist.

“Naughty,” he murmurs and she looks up, cheeks flushing red, caught in the act. “Like something you see?”

She nods without thinking and he grins, reaching out to lift her off the counter. She spots her dress on the floor, still soaked.

“Can I borrow a hoodie or something?” She asks and he takes her hand, leading her back to his bedroom. Opening the wardrobe, he pulls out a jumper and then he rifles through a drawer and pulls out a pair of jogging bottoms.

“They've got a drawstring, in case they're loose,” he says as he hands them over.

“Thanks.” She doesn't wait for him to leave. Perched on the edge of the bed, she pulls the trousers up her legs. Tightening the cord as much as she can, she stands and is relieved to find they only drop slightly.

Glancing over her shoulder, she sees he’s preoccupied in picking out his own clothes so she quickly undos the dressing gown, letting it fall away and replacing it with the jumper.

Despite it being clean, it smells like him and she quietly lifts the collar to her nose and breathes him in. The sleeves are slightly too long so she rolls them up and by the time she's finished adjusting herself, she turns to see him dressed and pulling a baseball cap over his messy hair.

Back in the kitchen, he finds a bag for her soaked dress as she slips her trainers back on. Then his hand finds hers as they head back to the car park. She naturally veers towards the Urus, but he tugs her away and instead directs her towards what she spots is a Porsche.

Opening the door for her, he takes her hand so she can steady herself as she lowers herself into the seat. He slides into the driving seat with ease, firing up the engine that echoes around the car park as they cruise back out onto the road.

She watches him out of the corner of her eye. She knows zero about cars but she has to admit there is something incredibly attractive about the way he handles the vehicle. The confidence he exudes as he navigates the traffic out of the principality and then settles back to open her up as they hit the main road. She on the other hand is fighting to remain calm as they pick up speed and it takes all her effort not to wince when he takes a corner.

“You okay?” He grins over at her.

“Yup.”

He laughs. “You've gone pale.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles, making him laugh louder.

“Blame Max. If he hadn't interrupted us-”

“Compensating are you?” She teases. “Needed to show off in another way?”

“Something like that,” he concedes.

She chews her lip for a second and then boldly moves her hand over to his thigh. He feels him tense at her touch and she looks up to see his jaw clench ever so briefly, before he exhales steadily.

She looks away and out the window nonchalantly but inside, she's secretly thrilled at how much he's fighting to keep it together.

They hit a straight in the road, but rather than hit the accelerator, he keeps the car steady. A hand drops to find hers, bringing it up to his mouth for a brief second before he places it back on his leg.

She feels giddy - the combination of their intense but interrupted kiss in his kitchen, the feel and scent of his clothes on her, the power of the car, the way the backwards baseball cap suits him to a T, the sense of neediness she gets from him, the way when she closes her eyes she can see that one second glimpse of his dick and how long and thick it looked.

He steers the car off the main road, both hands back on the wheel as they take the windy road that leads them back to the villa. She's suddenly flooded with regret that they didn't continue what they started earlier. Why did she open her mouth to say she should go home?

“When can I see you again?” He asks suddenly as if sensing her regret.

“I… I have plans tomorrow with the girls. And I've got to get some work done on Monday…”

“Monday evening?” He ventures hopefully. “Come back to mine? I can get dinner for us…”

She nods. “That sounds good.”

He grins excitedly. “I’ll pick you up.”

“You can come to the door again,” she says in a relaxed tone that surprises even her.

“Wow,” he breathes. “You've changed your tune.”

She giggles. “I know you’ll do it anyway so I’m just giving you my consent.”

He brings the car to a halt outside the villa, letting the engine idle for a bit. A bit too long. Barely a minute passes as they sit unsure of how to say goodbye but out of the corner of her eye, Mia spots the gate cracking open and Lydia looking directly at them.

“I think we need new friends,” she points at Lydia who at least has the good grace to duck away but not before Lando also spots her.

“Cockblockers,” he groans with a slight chuckle as he scrapes his hand over his face.

“Definitely,” she winks at him. “Maybe change your locks for Monday?”

“Don't tempt me.”

She pulls her hand from his leg, gathering her bag. “I should go before they all-” she looks up to see all four girls now crowded around the gate. “Too late.”

“Wait there,” he murmurs, opening his door. She watches him give the girls a brief acknowledgement as he rounds the car and opens her door. Holding his hand out, he pulls her into a hug. Slipping his finger under her chin, he tilts her face up to his and places a soft, tender kiss on her mouth.

She hears giggles of glee from the gathered group as he releases her and slips his arm casually around her shoulders as they walk towards them.

She sees Ruby raise an eyebrow as she takes in her new outfit.

“We thought it was you,” Lydia smirks. “We could hear that car a mile off.”

“Good time, was it?” Ruby winks. “Love your new jumper, M.”

“Why’s your hair all frizzy?” Lizzie frowns.

“And where's your dress?” Cass grins.

“Shoo,” Mia waves her hand at them. “Can't you give us a moment's peace?”

“No,” Ruby says bluntly but they all reluctantly move back inside the gate. 

“So,” she turns her face up to his. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Monday.”

“Monday?” She hears Ruby echo.

Mia looks round to see Ruby standing just inside the gate. “Go away,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Invite him tomorrow. More the merrier. In fact, Lando, bring some friends too.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Lando whispers to Mia. “I thought you had plans?”

“We do,” she tells him.

“It's my birthday,” Ruby interrupts. “And all I want for my birthday is you happy,” she points at Mia. “And you,” she points at Lando, “are clearly making her very happy. So you are more than welcome to join us.”

“Ah, I don't wanna impose,” he says.

“No imposing, I'm inviting you!” Ruby insists before she sees Mia’s face. “Fine, work it out between you but all I'm saying is that he is welcome and if you want to bring some extra friends, we will make them welcome too.” She grins with a wink, dodging out of the way of Mia’s hand and heading back up the path.

“What are the birthday plans then?”

“She’s hired a yacht for the day.”

“Nice. Just the five of you?”

“No, some other friends she knows from around here. I think there's maybe 15 in total. It's a mixed group I think…” She trails off. “You don't have to come to be polite to her.”

“Do you want me to come?”

She chews her lip. “Don't feel like you have to round up some friends for her sake.”

“Is that a yes?” His eyes light up. She nods and he grins. “Text me where and when.”

His arms wrap around her as he turns her towards him. Leaning down he kisses her once, twice, a third time before he releases her. “See you tomorrow,” he grins, backing away to the car, biting his lip and making her stomach flip for a final time.

She leans against the gate, watching him leave.

“Aw, it’s like love’s young dream,” coos Lydia from the door as Lando disappears around the corner and Mia closes the gate. “So, Mia, care to tell us why you’re wearing a jumper and joggers that are clearly not yours?”

“We got caught in the rain,” Mia explains as she heads past. “My dress went see-through.”

“This is why you should have taken him back here,” Ruby winks. “So where did he take you?”

She starts to debrief them about lunch, the golf and then the rainstorm. But she pauses when she reaches the part about going back to his apartment.

“C’mon, you’re holding back on us,” Cass says knowingly. “You clearly went back to his place!”

“You don’t need to give us all the details, but we will willingly take them,” Lizzie grins.

“There are no details. He drove us to his place, he got me a towel and a robe and I got changed.”

“Well, you’re not wearing a robe now,” Lydia points out.

“Obviously, I couldn’t wear that in the car back here, could I?”

“So what was the point of the robe-” Ruby pauses and then laughs. “What happened between you putting on the robe and getting into this get up?”

“Nothing.” Mia feels her face flushing as she runs her hand through her hair.

“Hang on,” Ruby catches her wrist. “What is that on your neck?”

“Nothing,” Mia wrestles her hand free.

“It’s a fucking love bite!”

“Now you have to spill the beans,” insists Lydia. “Although it feels pretty obvious.”

Mia groans. “You are all getting ahead of yourselves. Nothing happened. We… we got interrupted.”

“Uh-huh, a love bite is nothing. Sure. Hang on, who interrupted?” Lydia asks.

“His friend. He’s obviously a close friend, he had a key to his apartment and walked in on us.”

“Walked in on you doing what?” Cass raises her eyebrows.

“Kissing.”

“The fact that you are blushing like mad, means it was more than just a kiss,” Ruby points out. “And it clearly was, given he basically branded you.”

“Fine, but you cannot make any mention of this tomorrow.”

“Ah, he’s coming, isn't he?” Ruby grins. “I don’t know why you didn’t invite him in the first place.”

“Because it’s your birthday?” Mia frowns at her. “Not mine.”

“Whatever. Back on topic. What happened?”

Mia closes her eyes. “We were kissing, his towel ended up on the floor and that’s when his mate walked in.” She opens her eyes to see them all staring at her transfixed. “Stop it. Do not mention this to anyone. Especially him. I don’t want to be seen as gossiping about him.”

“Secret’s safe,” Ruby promises. “But just one more thing. He dropped his towel… Did you get a y’know,” she wiggles her eyebrows. “A preview?”

Mia doesn’t need to say anything. Her grin says it all.

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Thanks for reading - back with part 4 soon...!

[dreamingofep]

His First Bite: A Sinned Awakening Story 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: It's 1959 and Elvis has just been bitten. He doesn't know how to navigate his new life but a night on the town changed it all.

TW: Harem warning, mentions of blood/gore, SMUT, oral, dirty dirty feelings

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.5k

A/n: Well here it is... a dirty extra chapter I had locked in the vault for a year.🫣 When I started writing this, I totally chickened out and could not write such scenario but Vampire!E has been living in my head lately...begging to be let out.😏 I touched a bit on this scene in part 9 when I wanted to show more background of vampire!E and show why he is the way he is. Its just filth and couldn't post it til now so please enjoy this bad boy 😈🩸

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Paris 1959

The hungry pit in his stomach was relentless. Nothing could satiate him. Everything he ended up eating would be wasted a few moments later when he puked it up. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. It must have been whatever was left over from his illness. At least he was off for the next few days and didn’t have to think about anything Army-related. Some of the guys convinced him to go to Paris for a few days. 

It couldn’t be a bad idea, he hadn’t gotten out of Germany since he first arrived. He needed a break from Army life and the incessant pressure that they put on him in here. As much as he wanted to focus on what he was doing here, he couldn’t help but think of home. He missed his old life and the love that he had from his fans. He constantly worried if they would tolerate him and his music when he got out of here. He knew things could be over tomorrow and the next best thing would come along, making him lost and forgotten. He missed being on stage and engaging with the people who loved him so much. 

He straightened his suit as he stepped out of the car. He looks up at the old building with big sparkling letters “Moulin Rouge.” It was a well-known nightclub here in Paris. It was said the girls were divine and they were just the thing to make him distracted with how awful he’s been feeling. He just wanted someone’s attention. Make all this noise in his head disappear. With not being able to eat right, he also constantly heard this pounding in his head. It was relentless and he couldn’t drown it out. Every noise was too loud for him and it was driving him up the wall. Maybe he just needed a distraction and it would all go away. 

The club was told he was coming. They sectioned off a table in the front for him and a few other army buddies to sit at. They served them champagne and anything else they wanted. He wasn’t interested in any food tonight, he wanted to watch the girls on stage and drown in their presence. This nightclub should have been called what it really was; a strip tease club.

The girls started to come out would dance to whatever song the band was playing. Slowly, their clothes would come off piece by piece revealing their perfect bodies. The place erupted with cheers and whistles when there was nothing else left to the imagination. Every girl had a different routine and drove everyone in there insane. Even Elvis. He hadn’t been with a woman in a long time and the slightest thing was making his cock hard. It pressed hotly down his thigh and he did everything in his power to not palm it through his pants. He did everything to try and ignore it but these girls were making him think horrible things. 

Toward the end of the night, he was becoming restless and the pounding in his head was worsening. He was starving but no food would help. He didn’t know what was happening but he might have to see a doctor if this carried on for much longer. Elvis stood up and leaned down to one of the guys, “Get the girls up to my room.”

“Which one?”

He thought for a moment and couldn’t decide.

“All of them.”

They were staying in the hotel next door and he figured it would be easy to sneak them upstairs. He was on the top floor and no one was bothering him thankfully. He took off his jacket and went to the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Something was lacking in his eyes. There was no spark in him. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was but he could see there was something wrong with him. He blamed it on his illness. Whatever he had nearly killed him. 

He heard footsteps coming to the door and the loudest thumping in his ears. He couldn’t figure out what it was but it was taking over his senses. He walked to the door and tried to gather himself before letting them in. The door opened and a dozen girls, either in their costumes or thin robes stood before him. 

“Please, come in,” he says warmly. They each walked in one by one and that thumping sound only increased. They all looked at him with lust, not believing they were in the same room with him and wanted to tear him apart. Some of them made themselves comfortable and sat on the bed or in a chair but all eyes were on him.

“You all were lovely tonight, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” he says low. He takes a sharp breath in before speaking again and he can distinctly smell all of their perfume. Some wore a floral type and some wore something more natural. It was so strange to him to be able to pick up on all these scents and then something else hits him like a truck. He smelled something so sweet, so delicious, his mouth watered at the thought of it. He couldn’t figure out what it was but they all smelled the same way and he wanted them closer to him to find out what it was and lick it off of them. 

There was an empty chair behind him by the window and he sat down, spreading his legs out before him. He could hear them all take a sharp breath as they looked at him. He didn’t know how to get them closer other than inviting them to him. There was one girl with big blue eyes and red lipstick who didn’t stop looking at him from the moment she walked in. She was really beautiful and there was something about her he liked. 

“Come here,” he says gently with a smile. 

She happily walks over and steps to the side of him, wearing a sly smile. He takes her hand in his and squeezes it. 

“What’s your name darlin’?”

“Claire.”

“Oh, I love that name… you were so mesmerizing up there,” he coos as he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her onto his lap. That warm, sweet scent flooded his senses once again and his whole body responded to it. It was a hunger and a lust that burned through him. He had trouble breathing with her this close. 

She sighs into his touch and plays with his shirt. 

“Thank you, we were happy you could make it. We heard you were in Europe and wondered if we’d ever get a kiss from the one and only,” she teased. 

“Is that what they’re saying about me?”

“I don’t know about everyone else, but us girls were quite interested,” she quips. 

He looked down at her lips and they were plump and inviting. His eyes continued to trail down her chest and the robe that she wore was practically see-through. Her hard nipples poked through and he couldn’t help but want to suck on them. She was warm in his lap, radiating with need with every second that went by. He places his hand on her face and takes another deep breath in. God that smell was electrifying. He needed that wherever he went. 

“All of you can kiss me for as long as you want,” he hums as he presses his lips to hers. 

They were soft and full and she let out a soft moan when his lips crashed into hers. She looks up at him dazed and shocked at how good it was. She went in for another kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. Another wave of her scent came hurling at Elvis and he groaned because of it. The way he was acting was strange even to himself. He had never been like this with any woman. 

Another girl walked to him and waited for her kiss. The girl in his lap didn’t get up as one by one, every girl in that room got kisses from him. They all groaned when they felt his lips on theirs, pure ecstasy pouring into them. It made his cock hard just the way they were reacting to him. He didn’t have to do much and these girls were dying for attention from him. 

The girl in his lap started to unbutton his shirt and slip her hand across his chest. Her skin was so soft and the pounding sound he heard in his head only got worse. He pulled her in closer and started to kiss her more feverishly. She loved it and let her robe fall off her shoulders. He slipped his hand along her waist and his mouth moved down her face. He covered her face in warm wet kisses and moved down to her neck. That pounding sound became crystal clear when his fingers touched the side of her neck where he could see her pulse. His hand slid down to the top of her breast and the sound he heard matched the feeling of her heart pounding away under his hand. 

I can hear their hearts… how is that possible…

Everything in him was telling him to put his mouth on those spots. He needed to feel it against his skin. His hand squeezes her breast and he brings her nipple to his mouth. He sucks and squeezes her, making her make this soft moan that makes his cock harder. He felt someone at his legs, rubbing their hands up and down his calves and their breathing ragged. 

Someone pulled his hand off of the girl and brought it to their own breast, making him squeeze her too. 

"Please touch me," she cries.

He pauses and looks at these women fawning over him. They were all so desperate for him and the sounds of their heartbeats nearly drove him mad. He had to focus on one at a time. 

His mouth was back on her nipples and sucked and teased them till they were red and swollen. He moved up her collarbone to her neck and groaned when he felt her galloping heart race against his lips. His mouth sucked on her neck harder and he felt this overwhelming power surge through him. She trembled against him and held onto him tighter.

The girl at his feet slowly started to slither her hands up his thighs and palm his length through his pants. He groans deeply and quickly looks down at her. It felt so good, he hadn’t had anyone touch him like this in so long. He watches her hands try to unbutton his pants and reach into them to pull his cock out. She looked up at him with innocent eyes and slowly pumped him in her hand. God, he could fuck her all night with the way she looked at him. He nodded his head at her to keep going and she happily obliged.

That mouthwatering scent continued to swirl in his head and almost became too distracting. He began to feel overwhelmed if he didn’t get what his body was craving. He started to breathe heavier as the girls around him took turns kissing on him. They kissed any part of him that they could get their hands on. It drove him wild and he started to kiss them more feverishly and nip at any exposed skin he could get his mouth on. They responded with moans and sighs from his touch and it made him feel intoxicated. A buzzing high started to take over and he wanted more from them. This hunger inside him couldn’t be suppressed.

He returned his attention to the girl on his lap and grabbed the back of her head forcefully.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

She takes a sharp breath in before reaching down and jerking his cock slowly, groaning when she feels the size of him. His eyes roll back and buries his face in her neck. That sweet smell was the best from there and he feels like he’s in a frenzy. He can’t control how much he wants to stay there and bask himself in her scent. 

He sucks and nips at her neck harder, feeling a pool of warmth reside under her skin. His jaw has this sharp pain that takes over his mouth but he tries to ignore it. He found it harder to breathe and all he could think about was wanting to nip at her neck a little harder… like that would be so satisfying for him and help this hunger inside him.

He lets that dark voice win and sinks his teeth into her neck. She screams out in pain but her blood pools in his mouth quickly and once his tongue tastes that perfect nectar, he’s unglued. It was the best-tasting thing he’s ever had in his mouth. It was rich and sweet and made the hunger inside him come more alive. He held onto her body tighter and started to suck harder and gulp mouthfuls of her pooling blood. He was in heaven. She scratched at this chest and continued to cry out in pain.

The other girls started to see the blood dripping from her neck and became frightened. They all quickly stepped away and gasped in horror. Elvis took his teeth out of her and felt so good but the moment he opened his eyes and saw what he had done, he was mortified. The girl’s face was scared beyond belief and scrambled to get off of him. She covered her neck and winced in pain. He didn’t know what he had done. He bit someone and he liked it far too much.

He stands up from the chair and begins to panic.

“Darlin’ I-I-I, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you-,” the stammers and they all cry out terrified and turn their faces away from him, like his very appearance is the most horrifying thing they’ve ever seen. The bathroom was directly to his right and he could see crystal clear, even from here, these bloodthirsty red eyes. He didn’t understand what was happening. In long strides, he rushed to get a closer look at himself. His eyes were terrifying and blood was smeared all over his mouth. 

“Oh my God,” he says shakily.

When he opens his mouth, he can see the razor-sharp fangs that descend from his normal incisors. He truly was terrifying and couldn’t understand what was happening.

He was a vampire.

That was the only thing he knew for sure. The hunger he’s had these last few days wasn’t for food but for blood. And that incessant pounding in his head wasn’t a headache, it was everyone’s heartbeat he could hear, calling out to him like a siren. It was fuzzy, but he remembers that night the army captain came to his bedside and promised to give him a gift, something to guarantee him making it out of Germany alive. He couldn’t believe it. He felt deceived and fearful. He didn’t know what this meant for his future. 

He heard the girls murmuring in the other room and he realized he needed to do something about them. He walks back into the bedroom and they all tremble looking at him. He felt helpless and just wanted them to forget what they’d seen.

“I’m sorry.. p-please forgive me,” he pleads. They all hold their breath and look away from him.

He takes another step forward and begs for them to listen.

“Please! I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please forget what you’ve seen!” He pleads.

They all look at him and the fear washes away from their faces. They look at him with awe again and want to get closer to him. Elvis was relieved and breathed normally again.

He could make them forget whatever he needed them to. They wouldn’t remember how his eyes were monstrous and bloodthirsty. 

He had power.

His throat felt tight and that hunger he had earlier came back with a vengeance. He tried to calm himself so he wouldn’t scare them again was difficult but he had to try. He looked at them all in the eyes and licked his lips before speaking.

“Do you trust me?”

They nod their heads at them and look at him like they want to take a bite out of him.

“Good don’t be afraid of my eyes or my teeth, I’ll be gentle,” he breathes, “Do you want me?”

They nod their heads and whimper at the question. That made him feel disastrously weak and pull his shirt off his body and pulled his pants down. He got on the bed and sat up with the pillows behind his back, his legs spread and his cock at full attention.

“I want you too… I’ll try to please you all night, if that’s what you want.” He wasn’t sure how he was going to do that, there were a lot of them and only one of him but he just wanted them close. He wanted to bask in their scent and fuck them til the sun came up. 

One of the brunettes came forward first and got between his legs, looking at his cock with anticipation. 

“Come closer,” he begged, “Get on top of me.”

He could hear how her heart pounded against her ribcage at the request. God, he couldn’t get enough of it and it excited him in the worst of ways. 

She straddles his hips and presses her wet cunt to his shaft. They both groan when they feel how needy they are. He pulls her close and starts to suck on her neck. She groans at the sensation and grinds herself against his length. He felt the bed shift in weight and more of the girls wanted to get closer to him, hoping they would get an ounce of his attention. Elvis had never felt so deprived of human touch but this searing thirst in his throat made it so much worse. His hands squeeze onto her hips and gently lifts her up and sinks her down on his aching cock. She squeezed tightly around him, not prepared for the size of his length. He momentarily lifts his head from her neck and looks her in the eyes, encouraging her to move. She groans helplessly and slowly bobs up and down on him. He curses how good her pussy feels. So warm and tight around him.

He looks to the right of him and another girl is trembling watching Elvis please the girl on top of him. He motions her to come closer to him with a flick of his finger. She kneels on the side of him and rubs his chest. He guides his fingers under her dress and to his pleasure, she’s wearing nothing underneath it and is soaking wet. He rubs his fingers back and forth through her folds until they are covered in her arousal. He then pushes two of his fingers at her entrance and slowly thrusts them in and out of her. She holds onto him tightly, overwhelmed with the feeling of him inside her, and cries out his name. Just watching these girl’s faces get off because of him made him want to cum.

Another girl to his left started to kiss on him and beg for his attention. He pulled her close and sucked on her breasts, making her groan prolifically. He couldn’t get enough of them. He had never done something like this but it had never felt so right. He began to thrust his hips harder into the girl on top of him and he could feel her walls flutter after every move he made. The hunger washed over him again and he wanted to make this beautiful girl cum all over him while he sunk his teeth into her neck.

He pulled her close and wasted no time. His hips drove into her, making her cry out his name and he sucked on where he wanted to take a bite. He felt this overwhelming instinct come over him and he gently sunk his teeth into her neck. She cried out but didn’t stop moving on him. He let the blood pool into his mouth before greedily sucking it out of her. It was the best feeling he could have imagined. He felt satisfied beyond belief. The sound of groans filled the room as some of them watched him make these girls come undone. His fingers still pumped in and out of the other girl and he could tell she was about to finish. She was grinding herself on his fingers begging for release.

He groans into the girl’s neck when he feels her walls pulse around him and squeeze his cock. He had to take his teeth out of her neck to make sure didn’t bite any harder as she rode him through her orgasm.

“That’s it baby, keep cumming. You feel so good,” he growls. She keeps her eyes closed and nods her head, grinding herself at the base of his cock. He turns his head to the side and watches the other girl cum on his finger, squeezing them for dear life. She drips down his knuckles and he nearly loses it at just the sight.

The girl on top of him slumps onto his chest, gasping for breath. Elvis takes the opportunity to lick the remaining blood that was leaking from her neck and give a satisfied groan.

“Please forget I bit you, I’m sorry for the pain,” he whispers in her ear. She hums in agreement and slowly gets off of him. He then slowly took his fingers out of the girl next to him who was also just as spent. He wanted a taste though. He wanted to see if a certain person’s blood tasted any different from another. He pulled her in and took a bite into her neck and reveled in the sweet taste of her blood. It all tasted good to him and he couldn’t waste a drop. 

After he was done feeding from her, the girls stared at him waiting to hear what he wanted next. He looked down at his hard cock that was begging for release. Another girl came forward, her heart racing uncontrollably when she looked at him. She crawled in between his legs and he stopped her from coming any further. He leaned over and caressed her face when he looked at her.

“Make me cum, please. I want you to use your mouth,” he instructs.

She whimpers at his instructions and takes his hard length in her hand, pumping it a few times before licking the tip of him. God, it felt good. He closed his eyes and enjoyed how her tongue worshipped him.

He wanted more blood, it clouded his whole mind. He didn’t know how to stop. This was all so new to him.  So he pulled the next girl in and attacked her breasts with kisses and nipping them softly. Her sweet moans only egged him to go further. He picked her up easily and had her straddle his face. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her glistening cunt to his mouth. He eats her out in a fervor and enjoys the taste of her. Moans filled the whole room as he felt his release coming. He bucked his hips into the girl’s mouth and had her take more of him. She happily obliges and he hits the back of her throat, making his hips buck into her again and releasing his hot cum into her mouth. He groans heavily against the girl on top of him and makes her come undone too. 

They were all overcome with ecstasy and pleasure radiating through them. He gently lifted the girl off of him and took a bite into her breast, relishing in the sound of her galloping heartbeat so close to him. One by one, he tasted every single girl’s blood that night, barely able to get enough but he felt so much better. That hunger that he was dealing with the last few weeks subsided tremendously. It was well into the early morning that he discovered he didn’t grow tired. He had been trying to close his eyes while at the army base but never felt like he got an ounce of sleep. Now he knows why… vampires don’t sleep.

He also discovered not too late into the evening, he didn’t need rest from any activity. He was able to keep his cock hard all night even after finishing. He had never felt such pleasure like this and kept his promise of pleasing every girl in that room, some of them multiple times. By the time the sun was up, everyone was asleep well into the afternoon. Elvis had girls on top of him peacefully sleeping and not scared to death that a vampire fed from them all night long. He checked their necks and the spots his fangs pierced into their necks had completely healed. Some of them had slight bruises on their necks from his sucking a bit too hard but nothing too telling it was a vampire that did it. 

He manages to slip out of the bed and take a shower. He looked at his reflection and thankfully his eyes went back to their normal blue shade. His face was a smeared bloody mess and had to wash it off. He didn’t want the reminder that he was now a monster. A monster who craved blood so much he couldn’t function otherwise. The cool water felt good on his skin and he took his time there. There was so much he didn’t know. He didn’t know anything more about vampires other than what folktales have said for generations. All he knew was he craved blood and that made all the rest of his senses calm down. Everything felt so overwhelming if he didn’t have his teeth buried in someone’s neck. 

Elvis put on new clothes and the shrill sound of the phone rang in his ears. He tried to cover his ears with his hands but it was no use, everything was so loud to him. He quickly emerges from the bathroom and angrily picks up the receiver.

“What!?” He growls annoyed.

“Mr. Presley, This is Mr. Leonard, the owner of the Moulin Rouge. You need to get the girls back here for the first show of the evening,” he says sternly and very annoyed.

“Sure,” Elvis snaps and hangs up immediately.

The sound of a knock on the door ticks him off more and he quickly opens the door.

“What?” He snarls before looking to see who it is. It was one of his guys standing there, surprised by his tone of voice. 

“Hey… the owner isn’t very happy you took all of the girls last night…” he says carefully. He looks past Elvis’ shoulder and sees his bed full of naked women and more of them sleeping on the floor.

“What the hell happened last night?” He asks wide-eyed.

Elvis can’t help but chuckle softly, “you wouldn’t believe me even if I tried explaining,” he says slyly.

“But I can tell you this, I’ve never been better.”

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[whitecompri]

A post on twitter about choosing a character to help you to cook give me a cute idea, so may I ask for reader wanting to cook something for a very dear friend and she asks for the help of her boyfriend Sonic, but reader's friend is autistic and don't handle meat well so chilly dogs (and consequently any other dishs with meat) are banned from their menu, so Sonic and reader will need to think harder and maybe they even do a mess trying to cook something they aren't used. (MADAM I MUST TO SAY THAT I REALLY LIKE A LOT YOUR WRITING AND CHARACTIZATION OF SONIC AAAA 💙💙)

Cooking With Love

Pairing: Sonic x Reader

Genre: Light Comedy, Fluff

Rating: G (General Audience)

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks for the request! I'm really grateful that you like my characterization of Sonic, I've been having a lot of fun writing about him lately. I tried to make something really cute with a little bit of comedy in between, I hope you like it.

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You opened the apartment door, entering the house deep in thought, distracted. Your movements were automatic as you headed toward the kitchen.

In the living room, your boyfriend was sprawled out on the couch, watching some comedy show while drinking soda from a can. His green eyes immediately locked onto you as you passed through the hallway. He raised an eyebrow, surprised that you neither stopped to give him a kiss nor scolded him for not using a coaster and staining the coffee table.

Sonic frowned. He had been leaving it there on purpose to tease you, but a feeling of concern crept in. It wasn’t like you to come home looking so worried. So, in a flash, he jumped off the couch, leaving the living room and following you down the hallway, arriving at the kitchen of the apartment you shared.

The blue hedgehog leaned against the doorway, analyzing your form and posture. You had a recipe book in your hands, flipping through the pages with concern. Pushing off from the doorframe, he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey, babe, something wrong? You look like someone who lost a bet." He teased, trying to get a smile out of you. Your hand rested on his cheek before you turned fully toward him. Sonic kept his hands comfortably on your waist as he studied your expression.

"It’s nothing like that. It’s just that… My friend is coming over tomorrow, and I want to cook something nice for him." At your soft words, Sonic’s ears perked up at the idea of cooking something. A wide smile spread across his muzzle. He simply adored how you were always willing to go out of your way for others, always doing everything you could for the people around you. A sweet smile lit up his face, realizing that you were worried about this, which made him want to help in every way possible.

"Ah, easy! Chili dogs! Done deal!" He looked at you with that smug little grin of his, waiting for your response. "Since you agree, let’s start gathering the ingredients. We’re gonna make the best chili dogs of our lives." He was about to let you go to open the cabinet, but you grabbed his wrists.

"Sonic, no." You looked at him seriously.

"...Sonic, yes?" He responded quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Listen, my friend has some dietary restrictions due to his autism. That means no meat, got it?" He blinked slowly at you before smiling.

"What about a chili dog… but without the sausage?" He seemed proud of his idea.

"That’s just bread with sauce, that’s not a meal!" You crossed your arms at him.

Sonic looked thoughtful for a moment, placing a hand on his chin, narrowing his eyes in concentration. Then, he raised a finger, his eyebrows lifting as if he had just had a brilliant idea.

"I got it! What if we put veggies in the bread along with the chili sauce?"

"Sonic, no chili dogs." You turned your attention back to the recipe book.

"Think about it, though… what if we just call it a Chili Veggie? No one needs to know there’s no sausage."

"No." You said curtly.

He pouted at you, pretending to be deeply offended, but he couldn’t keep up the act for long before bursting into laughter. He hugged you from the side, keeping an arm around your waist as he skimmed through the pages of the book with you.

"Alright, let’s figure something out, and I’ll help you make it." He let go of you, starting to rummage through the cabinets, looking for useful things for whatever recipe you chose.

"What do you think about vegan pizza?" You met his eyes, questioning.

"Doesn’t that seem too complicated? We’ve never made pizza at home before." He said softly, checking the fridge.

"You’re right… Better pick something simple, we don’t want to make a mess, right?" You continued flipping through the book.

Sonic opened the freezer, spotting some frozen foods.

"What if I just fry something and see how it turns out?" The hedgehog asked, holding a bag of frozen fries.

"The last time you fried something, Tails had to fix the stove."

He let out a nasal laugh. "That day was crazy. Who knew throwing water into hot oil would do that?"

"Sonic, if you want to cook, the basic knowledge you need is that throwing water into hot oil is going to cause something similar to what happened that time!" You put your hands on your hips, looking at your boyfriend, who just chuckled softly.

"Well, good lesson then. You’ve been in charge of frying ever since that day. I’d rather keep my quills away from fire..." He laughed quietly, closing the freezer. "We could just grab a bunch of fries, throw some cheese on top, and call it dinner!"

"That’s a snack, not dinner. We have to think of something more proper, no lazy ideas like that." He nodded, crossing his arms, still thinking.

"You know… what about pancakes?" He asked, leaning against the counter beside you.

"Hmm, that actually sounds like a good idea. We could make vegan pancakes. I think there was a recipe for something like that here." You flipped through the book faster until you found the image of what you wanted. "Here, Vegan Banana Oat Pancakes. Looks good, right?"

He smiled at you, nodding.

"Yeah, sounds good… I still prefer a good old chili dog, but I guess trying something different now and then is nice. Let’s check the ingredients, I’ll go buy them if needed." Sonic moved closer beside you, scanning the recipe ingredients. "Looks simple enough. Alright, I’ll be back in a blink! That way, we can have everything ready for tomorrow."

He got into his running stance. "If you need anything else, send up a smoke signal! But pick something that doesn’t require a stove, because me and fire… well, you already know."

The blue hedgehog winked at you before dashing off, leaving the apartment door open. The breeze left behind by his speed sent papers flying, the book flipping pages rapidly when the air hit it. You just closed your eyes, feeling the gust wash over you.

You even chuckled a bit, but when he got back, he was definitely getting another scolding for using his speed inside the house again.

--*--

The next day, you were organizing the ingredients into separate bowls, preparing to start making the pancakes. Sonic approached, his hands behind his back, watching closely as you worked.

"Need help with anything?" You asked while placing some bananas into a bowl to mash them.

"It’d be my pleasure." He gave you a small grin. You smiled back, handing him a bowl.

"Here, add the oats, salt, baking powder, and cinnamon according to the recipe, and mix everything properly."

"You got it, boss!" He took the bowl, starting to pour in the ingredients.

For a minute, you got distracted while mashing the bananas with a fork. But when you turned to look at him, your eyes widened at the absurd amount of ingredients Sonic had dumped into the bowl.

"Sonic, are you making pancakes for one person or an entire city?" You asked, incredulous.

"Babe, I’d make pancakes for an entire planet if you asked me to..." He smirked at you.

"You were supposed to follow the recipe."

"How was I supposed to know how much to add?" He crossed his arms.

You turned around, grabbed a measuring cup, and placed it on the counter in front of him.

"With this?" You crossed your arms.

"How was I supposed to know measuring cups exist?" He picked it up, examining it.

You decided not to answer that one and simply went back to your task, grabbing plant-based milk and vanilla extract to add to the bananas.

Sonic watched you for a few seconds, standing still, observing the way you stirred with the spoon, mixing everything.

Frowning in concentration, he grabbed a spoon firmly, plunged it into the bowl, and started mixing at incredible speed. It didn’t even take a second before the sheer force sent the ingredients flying everywhere, hitting you and making you shut your eyes.

Wiping your eyes, you looked to the side, trying to understand what had just happened.

"Could you not mix it so fast…?" You said quietly, but Sonic raised a hand, telling you to wait.

"Princess, you know better than anyone that asking me to slow down is a huge crime. Besides, it doesn’t make sense. The faster I go, the faster we finish."

"Yeah, that’s great, but only when you’re not turning my kitchen into a mess!" You pointed at the floor, now completely chaotic in just a few seconds of Sonic trying to cook.

"Don’t worry, I’ll clean everything up later, but right now, I gotta focus..." He started mixing again, quickly.

"I already told you not to mix so fast!"

Laughing, Sonic brought his face closer to yours, stealing a quick kiss. He looked at you with those green eyes, intense with emotion, making your face heat up almost immediately and your words die in your throat. Blushing, you turned your face away, grabbing your mixture.

"J-just pour it in here now... I'll keep mixing." You took your bowl and placed it near him.

Your boyfriend could only watch you with a huge smile on his face—after all, he loved spending moments like this with you.

--*--

You took the dirty dishes to the sink, wanting to get a head start on cleaning the kitchen, leaving your boyfriend in charge of simply pouring the batter into the pan and cooking the pancakes. Since it was a relatively easy task, you figured there wouldn’t be any problems—after all, it wasn’t anything extremely dangerous.

What you didn’t expect was for him to get bored of flipping pancakes so quickly.

Sonic slumped his shoulders, his feet tapping incessantly on the floor as he struggled to finish cooking the pancake. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing you focused on cleaning the utensils used.

He let out a brief sigh, closing his eyes. That’s when an intrusive thought and an idea that seemed brilliant popped into his head. Smirking, he grabbed the handle of the pan with both hands, shaking the pancake slightly to check if it was loose enough to flip. Seeing that it was, he made a motion to toss it into the air.

The pancake barely moved. Sonic grumbled softly, trying again with more force. This time, it almost flipped but still landed on the same side. Narrowing his eyes, his ears flattened back as he prepared to put more strength into the motion. Then, he did it, tossing the pancake up.

He waited with a determined grin for the pancake to come back down… but it never did.

Sonic squinted, looking up, his eyes widening as he saw the pancake now stuck to the ceiling. He stood there for a few seconds, observing, pondering what to do next.

You turned around, curious about what he was doing, only to find him standing still, the stove on, holding the pan—but with nothing inside. One of your eyebrows arched as confusion hit you while you tried to figure out what the hedgehog was up to.

Taking a few steps toward him, you stopped at his side, wondering what he was looking at. Your gaze traveled upward, and your eyes widened at what you saw.

A pancake stuck to the ceiling. Your jaw dropped slightly as you took in the sight.

"Sonic... how did you do that?" You asked softly. The hedgehog jumped slightly at your presence but quickly smirked at you.

"If I knew, princess..." He chuckled. "I’m still trying to figure out what happened here too." He scratched the back of his head, turning his gaze to you as he took a step closer.

"I don’t know whether to be mad or impressed." You let out a nasal laugh.

"Just leave it, (Y/N), it'll fall down eventually..." He turned around to grab the bowl of batter to pour more into the pan. That’s when something hit him on the head, making his ears instinctively flick backward. He stood still for a few seconds.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter as you saw that the pancake, which had been on the ceiling just moments ago, was now resting on top of his head, sticking to his quills.

Sonic watched you laugh, a small grin forming on his face. Then, he reached up, grabbing a piece of the pancake and bringing it to his mouth, chewing on it.

"Hmm, at least it tastes good, right?" You both laughed even more at the situation. And you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the way he handled things so lightheartedly.

--*--

Finally, you both stood in front of the finished plate of pancakes, looking proudly at what you had made.

"It took some effort, but it was worth it. They smell amazing," you commented, nudging him with your elbow.

"They really do look delicious, though I’d still take a good chili dog over them." Sonic stepped forward, grabbing the top pancake, folding it in half, and taking a bite.

The moment it touched his tongue, Sonic hissed in pain, sticking his tongue out.

"...It’s hot," he mumbled, waving a hand in front of his mouth. You placed a hand on your temple at the sight.

"Sonic... For Gaia’s sake. Can’t you have a little patience and wait a few minutes for it to cool down?"

"Babe, patience isn’t my thing..." He grinned at you, blowing on the pancake to cool it off.

You just shook your head, still not understanding some of your boyfriend’s strange habits.

--*--

Sonic wiped his hands with a clean towel, his gaze calm and composed as he observed the scene at the kitchen table. The hedgehog leaned against the wall, still holding the towel.

At the table, you sat with a big smile, chatting and laughing with your dear friend. Carefully, you placed the plate of pancakes in front of him, his eyes lighting up with joy as he picked up a fork, cutting the first piece with a huge smile on his face.

Sonic smirked slightly, watching how attentive you were. The blue hedgehog wasn’t the type to get caught up in little details like that, but he simply couldn’t stop noticing every little gesture you made, every expression on your face. His sharp eyes followed every second with great attention.

Your dedication and effort to make those around you happy were something Sonic deeply appreciated. It reminded him of how much you always tried to make him as happy as possible. And he wanted to return that. He wanted to make you the happiest person in the world forever. He wanted to always be by your side, for everything.

He crossed his arms over his chest, watching with tenderness. In that moment, only one thought filled his mind: "No wonder I fell in love…"

--*--

Sonic finished washing the dishes that had been used. You had just said goodbye to your friend, locked the door again, and walked back into the kitchen, finding your boyfriend rinsing the plates. You approached him, hugging him from behind.

"Thanks for helping today... I love you so much." Sonic couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle, blushing slightly. He dried his hands and turned to face you.

"I love you so much too, princess. You can always count on me whenever you need."

The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a few long seconds until you spoke again.

"Do you think he liked the pancakes?" You looked at him with a worried expression.

"Babe, of course, he did. His eyes said it all. I’m sure he loved them."

Your expression softened, and then you buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar, reassuring scent.

"Hey..." Your eyes met his when Sonic called for you. "If every time we cook together is like this... I hope we do it a lot more." He gave you a quick wink.

You felt a familiar warmth in your heart at his words, smiling as he leaned in closer to you.

"I hope we get to do this more too…"

"Hey, princess, what if next time we make something easier... like chili dogs?"

You playfully punched his stomach, making him laugh as he hugged you tighter. He pressed his muzzle against your face, finally capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

And you could hardly wait for the next time you’d cook together.

[calliecopper]

Yeah, this is very real. While it's important to acknowledge that Ian had his reasons for many of his decisions, many of those decisions DID hurt Mickey. They're not some magical couple that are always confident in having one another no matter what; they're real people who feel real hurt when the other does them wrong, and feel real doubt when faced with challenges in their relationship.

Mickey was terrified of Terry finding out about him being gay, so he lashed out at Ian and told him he was nothing but a warm mouth. Mickey's response is understandable, especially after we see Mickey's fears realized in S3E6, but his words still hurt Ian and pushed him into the arms of Ned. Mickey tried to push Ian away after Terry discovered them because he felt it was the easiest path forward. Again, it is understandable since he just went through extreme trauma, and his worst nightmare actually came true, but Ian still was left crying alone in his room, heartbroken. Mickey felt he didn't have a choice in marrying Svetlana. Again, what really could he have done? Ian still felt hurt enough to feel the need to flee Chicago altogether.

So when Ian is faced with a lifelong illness that he has witnessed first hand, through Monica, ruin lives, he has doubts. He doubts his own self-worth because he has been TOLD that he has no worth. He doubts not necessarily that Mickey loves him right now, but that over time there will be strain, and Mickey will regret being with him.

"I'm bipolar, right? I dont know who I am from one day to the next, how do you know you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Ian, still grappling with his new diagnosis and still feeling those doubts breaks up with Mickey. Understandable, because he's going through extreme mental turmoil at the moment. It still breaks Mickey's heart, after all the work he had put in to make things right. When Mickey is arrested, Ian takes it as a sign to try and move on, and put distance between them for both of their sakes. Fair enough; Ian is still going through a really hard time, and grieving his boyfriend being in prison for 8-12 years without trying to move on would make things even harder. Mickey still feels abandoned. Ian decides to not cross the border with Mickey when they're on the run. Again, a very sound decision; Ian has rebuilt a life for himself that he thought he'd never get back after his diagnosis. Mickey still, yet again, feels abandoned.

So when Ian hesitates on getting married, Mickey sees it as yet another failure. He's tried time and again to make it work; he faced his worst fears in coming out to his dad, broke out of prison to be with Ian, got himself thrown BACK INTO prison to be with Ian, and yet Ian still won't commit. Mickey feels like he isn't enough for Ian anymore, because even after trying his hardest over and over again to be who Ian needed him to be, Mickey always ends up losing him.

"No, you're just saying you don't love me enough now."

They've broken each other's hearts again and again, and it has lasting effects on their relationship. There's festering hurt, sadness, and insecurity. Actions and words that have cut deep. But they still persevere. They were never some destined couple, always meant to find their way back to each other like magnets. They weren't always 100% confident in the other's love for them. They've actively been forced apart and have even pushed each other away, but they always claw their way back to each other, because despite the doubt, they take a leap of faith.

So yeah, not to take over this post, but I feel this is important perspective to keep on their characters and relationship. They're not always confident in themselves or how much the other person cares for them. Their love does not immediately overcome all obstacles; they have to fight both internal and external battles to be together, and that's what's compelling about them.

i find it wild when people don’t realise how insecure mickey is in later seasons about ian loving him (i think this at least decreases after they get married, but it probably still comes up sometimes). mickey literally says:

- ‘did you ever think about me?’ in 7x11 (he was not confident that ian wanted him, he was not sure of himself or ian loving him, he was of the belief that ian hardly gave enough of a shit about him to spare him a thought)

- ‘is this the only reason you proposed to me?’ in season 10 (okay, the quote makes sense in context but it’s the absolutely gut shattering way that noel fisher does it that absolutely kills me, same with the scene at the border)

- ‘no, you’re just saying you don’t love me enough now.’ in season 10 (is this not the most blatant thing in the world?? he’s literally saying that he doesn’t think ian loves him out loud and plainly??)

i’m not blaming ian for this, not entirely at least. sure ian did some shitty things, definitely contributed heavily to those insecurities, but there were reasons for those things and bla bla bla. we know by now that i love ian and im not hating on him.

personally i think mickey’s obviously wrong, that ian does love him, think about him, care about him because obviously. i think its also to do with his abusive childhood, how he never had love so doesn’t know why he would get it now as an adult.

all i’m saying is that people who believe ‘mickey always knew ian loves him’ did not watch the same show i did. even normal people who don’t go through the crazy shit they did question if their partners love each other, so why is it seen as some kind of weird crime for mickey to have thought that ian stopped loving him. there’s nothing wrong with that and i think you would have to be pretty delusional to sit in prison and think the guy that left you twice still likes you.

(again, i think ian did like him, im just saying mickey wouldn’t have known that)

this is in reference to some more shit i saw on tiktok that made me need to rant again