#sorry can we please ignore this this is not the impression anyone need of me lmao

[cosmic-abysss]

it's so fucked up that periods exist like tf you mean im drained and i can't fathom doing anything at all for the next like 3 days and then dragging myself around paranoid and tired for the rest?? i have shit to do!!! im supposed to be being productive!!! i have plans im forming a social life like the silly wires in my brain say!!!!! im doing projects and have literally one of the busiest months ahead of me so far this year!!! wtf man this shit needs to leave me the hell alone like i don't need to be dealing with this nonsense rn 😭😭 we know im never going to actually need it for real life so imo it's unnecessary and should stop :(((

[uhohdad]

(18+) König x Reader - Catching Him Getting Off

It takes you far too long to process both your mistake and the sight before you.

Even though you’re stumbling and your vision is blurry, you knew something was up. This was not the room you had left when you went to the bathroom to relieve a bladder so full it threatened to burst. The room you had just left was packed with your teammates, pungent with the smell of alcohol, and flooded with songs you don’t recognize.

This room was almost silent, smelled of musk, and held only one occupant.

Your colonel.

Shirtless.

His impressive, intimidating form sprawled out on a bed he makes look comically small, muscles tight and glistening with sweat. His massive arm bulging to pump what is no doubt the largest cock you have ever seen, at full attention and freed from his sweatpants.

König’s eyes flit to you, so obviously not where you’re supposed to be. While his brow quirks and the pace of his pumps slow, he doesn’t rush to cover himself up or even stop what he’s doing.

When your brain finally catches up, you scramble, shouting desperate apologies and tripping over yourself to leave and slam his door shut behind you.

You do not return to your team. You dart straight to your room, seal yourself away, and pace for the better part of an hour.

You manage to get away with your avoidance for a few days. Hardly lifting your head from the floor and darting away anytime he neared. The burn of his stare is hard to ignore, though. Searing and white hot. But there’s no way you’ll be able to make eye contact with him ever again. Not when you know what his thick cock looks like when glistened with precum and being pleasured by his fist. Not when you’ve already gotten off to the thought of helping him out with his needs by letting him rut into you instead of his hand.

Always blunt and never bashful, he waits until your guard is down before he corners you. He plants his giant hand just in front of your lunch and leans down until you have no choice but to acknowledge him. It’s hard to look at his arm and not picture the muscles you know reside underneath his uniform.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me.”

“Colonel, I am so sorry. I thought I was- Please, can we just forget that even happened? I won’t tell anyone, I- I haven’t-”

“Es ist okay,” He says, soft and reassuring.

It’s so jarring from his usual assertive and even vitriolic way of speaking. You don’t have the sense to hide the furrow of your brow.

His eyes crinkle, and he gives a low hum with a tilt of his head. It’s hard to resist squirming with those intense, piercing eyes boring into you.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“What?” You ask through a nervous laugh.

You heard him, oh you heard him, but you have to hear it again to be sure.

“Did you like what you saw?”

His repetition doesn’t waver. The words roll off his tongue far too casually for such a forward question.

You don’t have an answer for him. You’re paralyzed under his stare, by his brazen words, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke you don’t understand. Your mouth parts in anticipation to answer his question but fail to form the words. He doesn’t wait for you to scrounge up a response before he throws another impossible question at you.

“Do you want to see it again?”

You suck in a sharp breath and finally look away. After a beat, you give a shameful but eager nod.

Suddenly you’re back in his quarters, on your knees before his monstrous, impossible form. Stripped of your clothes while he stands covered head to toe except for the cock freed from his waistband. He studies you carefully, your head craned back and pitiful eyes trained on him. Your mouth is open, tongue stuck out, obediently waiting for the finish he’s working toward. His hands are just a blur, pumping himself to the sight of the tiny little thing kneeling between his boots.

“Sehr gut,” He breathes, “So patient for me.”

He slows to run the head of his cock along your slick tongue.

“You want to get off too, süßes kleines ding?”

While your cheeks are burning and you feel more than degraded, the growing stain of arousal in your panties tells a different story.

“So hübsch.”

König reaches down to cup your jaw and guides you to look at him while his foot nudges its way between your thighs.

“Grind on my boot.”

You whine, keeping your mouth open and ready like the obedient little soldier you are, and lower yourself onto his boot. Cheeks flushed with heat as you wrap your arms around his leg and grind your soaked panties along the leather. Relieving the needy ache between your legs and chasing that warm jolt of pleasure with each brush over your clit.

“Ich werde dieses hübsche Gesicht ruinieren.”

Your eyes instinctively pinch shut when you feel the warm droplets of his finish splatter on your cheek. He lets out a choppy moan as he paints your face and outstretched tongue in his sticky mess, making sure to milk every last drop on his waiting canvas.

“Look at me,” He grits.

He takes a moment to admire his work, tilting your head side to side with a gentle but firm hand on your jaw. He hums content before letting go, tucking himself back into his boxers and buttoning up his pants.

“Swallow,” He orders.

You finally close your mouth as you take down what he managed to get on your tongue, intrusive and salty.

He gives a gentle wiggle of his boot and squints at you, surely wearing a smug grin beneath that hood.

“You can clean your face after you finish yourself off, liebling.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[rose24207]

Mafia Lando. 👌😪

Mafia lando falling for maid reader hard, and lando tells her things like she won't have to work like a maid anymore, they can travel together, but the one thing is that they can be together. But the reader overhears the guards talking about her and lando and how he will find someone else who is newer and has a higher paying job. The reader sad over this tells lando they have to stop whatever they have going on, making him mad. Lando wanted to know what made the reader drive away from him (and also hated seeing her sad and not knowing what happened). He talked to the other maids who told him what they heard the guards talking about. Making him even more madder. Happy ending. Sorry it's long.

By my side

Summary: Mafia boss Lando Norris fights to prove his love to his maid after cruel gossip causes her to doubt their relationship, ultimately winning her trust and heart.

Genre: Mafia!Lando

TW: Mafia

A/N: There you go!! I hope you like it! Please let me know!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando Norris wasn’t used to chasing after things—or people. As the head of one of the most influential mafia families, everything in his life came easily. Wealth, power, respect… even fear. People bent to his will with a single glance, and rarely did anyone question his authority.

But you? You were a different story.

You’d entered his life as one of the maids in his sprawling estate, a quiet, diligent presence who didn’t seek attention. You moved silently through the halls, working tirelessly, barely looking at him when he walked past. And that was what caught his eye. You weren’t afraid of him, but you didn’t try to impress him either. You were just… you.

At first, Lando tried to ignore the pull you had on him. But over time, he found himself lingering in rooms he knew you’d be cleaning, striking up small conversations, and watching the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke about something you loved. He knew he was falling hard when he found himself smiling after a simple exchange with you.

And so, he started pursuing you, though his methods were far from subtle. Lavish gifts, lingering touches, and promises of a life far beyond the confines of the estate.

“You won’t have to work like this anymore,” he’d whispered one night as he caught you dusting the grand piano. His voice was low, intimate, and sent shivers down your spine. “We could travel, go anywhere you want. The only thing I want is you by my side.”

Your heart ached at his words, but you reminded yourself who he was. A man with power and a life far removed from your own. Could someone like him truly want someone like you? You’d given in, though, allowing yourself the smallest hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings were genuine.

But hope is a fragile thing.

One afternoon, you were carrying linens down the corridor when you overheard two of Lando’s guards talking near the back entrance. Their voices were low but clear.

“Can’t believe the boss is wasting his time with her,” one scoffed. “She’s just a maid. He’ll get bored soon enough, find someone with a bit more status.”

The other chuckled. “Yeah, someone who can actually fit into his world. This thing with her? It’s just a phase.”

Their words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood frozen, the linens slipping from your hands as your mind raced. A phase. Was that all you were to him?

You barely made it through the rest of the day, and when Lando sought you out that evening, his usual smirk in place, you couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Hey,” he said softly, his hand reaching for yours. “You’ve been quiet today. Something wrong?”

You pulled your hand away, the action causing his brows to furrow. “Lando… I think we need to stop whatever this is.”

His entire body tensed. “What?”

“It’s not… It’s not right. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” His voice was sharp now, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You don’t want to be with me anymore? Why? What happened?”

You shook your head, your throat tight as you tried to keep the tears at bay. “It’s just better this way.”

Lando wasn’t the type to let things go, and your vague response only fueled his anger. He hated seeing you like this—sad, distant, and unwilling to tell him why. He spent the next day interrogating everyone in the house, determined to figure out what had changed.

It was one of the older maids who finally told him about the guards’ conversation. Lando’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists as he listened.

“They said what?” His voice was low, dangerous, a tone that sent shivers down the maid’s spine.

“They didn’t mean for her to hear,” she added quickly, trying to calm him. “But I think it really hurt her.”

Lando stormed off, his mind racing. The thought of you doubting him, doubting his feelings, made his chest ache. He found you in the garden later that evening, sitting on a bench with your arms wrapped around yourself.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded, his voice softer than you expected.

You looked up, startled by his sudden appearance. “Tell you what?”

“What you heard. What those idiots said.”

Your lips parted in surprise, but no words came out.

“Do you really think I’d waste my time on something that doesn’t matter to me?” he asked, stepping closer. “Do you think I’d pour my heart out to you if I didn’t mean every damn word?”

“But they said—”

“I don’t care what they said,” he interrupted, his eyes blazing. “They don’t know me. They don’t know how I feel about you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and Lando dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“You’re not a phase, and you’re not replaceable,” he said firmly. “You’re everything. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

You stared at him, his words sinking in. The raw vulnerability in his expression made your heart ache, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe him.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice shaky.

“Okay?” he repeated, hope flickering in his eyes.

You nodded, a small smile breaking through your tears. “Okay.”

Lando exhaled in relief, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. “You’re mine,” he murmured against your hair. “And I’m never letting you go.”

For the first time in days, you felt at peace. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real.

Thank you for reading!

[chapel-of-rizztual]

hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️

He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt. 

 Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict. 

He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows. 

He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask. 

“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”

Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I know, baby. I saw what happened.” 

He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does. 

“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”

Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“ 

He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him. 

“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles. 

Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.” 

Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head. 

Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him, 

“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.” 

Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise. 

Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth. 

“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?” 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.” 

Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain. 

“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?” 

Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes. 

“Hurts, Dewy.” 

Dew pouts back at him. 

“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.”  Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's. 

Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp. 

“Feels nice. Warm.” 

Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other. 

“Dewy making you feel better?” 

Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them. 

“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head. 

Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine. 

“Tail?” 

Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade. 

Dew let’s out a little giggle at him. 

“That better?”

Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed. 

Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep. 

That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own. 

He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open. 

“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth. 

Copia runs a finger down his cheek.

“What’ve you got there?” 

Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain. 

“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?” 

Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him. 

“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?” 

Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now. 

“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.” 

He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm. 

The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute. 

On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest. 

[somasbrianrot]

Saw that you're taking requests... Could you do one for Solo Sikoa? So like he's got 2 kids with Almia (God bless that woman, she's gorgeous) right? So something like Almia cheated on him and left him with the kids so now he's a single dad of 2 boys. So now he's insecure/scared that the reader wouldn't want to be with a guy with 2 kids but turns out the reader loves his kids. All fluff please?

I'm sorry if it's too much. It doesn't exactly have to be like this. I'm happy as long as it's some fluff with solo.

No pressure though. It's alright if you don't wanna do this, I just wanted to make a request 🤧

Thank you in advance and love you😘

Omg of course, I've personally never written for Solo so I hope I do him justice

and ily too

No Matter What (Solo Sikoa x Wrestler! Reader)

As the Smackdown Women's Champion you had a reputation to uphold, and that reputation was harder to uphold when you were looped into the bloodline, it wasn't exactly your choice but you didn't really mind much, you got along well with the Usos, Roman was pretty impressed with how you held yourself within your title defenses, Paul didn't really associate with you much, except for in promo's but Solo seemed to be the most cut off of them all.

you had thought Solo's whole silent thing was just an act for his character but whenever you had tried to talk to him he either stays silent or walks away from you, you didn't understand so you went to his brothers to ask

"Jey? Jimmy? you in here?" you looked around catering and spotted the two twins chatting with some of the other talent before they turned to look at you "Hey twin! whatchu need us for?" said Jimmy as you walked over "actually, I just want to talk about Solo" "huh? what for?" Jey questions as you all find a table to sit at "Just the way he's been...ignoring me, I'm worried he doesn't like me!" Jimmy and Jey look at each other before nodding.

"It's not that he don't like you, because he does, I think he just might like you too much, you know?" "No! No I don't know!" "Listen, don't tell anyone we told you this but...Solo likes you but he's scared, see his ex Almia and he had two children, Zion and Za'khi, then she cheated and left him with the kids, and he's scared if he tries to make a move you won't like him because he has kids!" you are shocked at the revelation "Fuck...what do I do? I want to show him I wouldn't hate him because of his kids!" "Well Solo is gonna bring them in because the show is finished, maybe that's how" you nod.

You hear little footsteps down the hall and look over to see two young boys followed by Solo, it immediately softens your heart and you smile widely as the little boys run over to see their uncles, you kneel down eye level with Zion "How are you little man?" he stares at you before smiling and wrapping his arms around you "Whoa!" he nearly knocks you off balance but you're able to catch yourself "It's nice to see you too! is that your daddy?" you point to Solo and he nods, you pick him up and stand with him as his little brother walks over, holding his hands up to you and you pick him up as well.

"Wow! look at you big boys! your dad must be so proud to have you two!" you lift them up and they giggle "do you like my dad?" you quirk your brow at the question from the older of the two boys "I mean he's cool, but I think I like you two even more" you teasingly poke his stomach and he laughs "Okay you two, leave her now" you hear Solo say as you lower them both to the ground but Za'khi won't let go of you.

"Awe, he's like a little koala!" you coo and lift him above your head, blowing raspberries into his stomach "He can stay with me Solo, I love children!" you toss him up and catch him.

"You...like kids?" "yeah! I basically raised my siblings growing up, so I know how kids work" Solo stares at you holding his youngest son as Zion walks over and tugs on his shorts "Can she be our new mummy? please?" Solo shushes him but you managed to hear the comment, a huge smile spreading across your face "I mean I'd love too, only if your daddy would let me" you smile up at Solo.

"I-...really?" "yes, I like you too dummy! but I think I love the kids more" you tease and he smiles at you, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek "God, you're the perfect woman" you cannot help the smile that spreads across your face as Zion motions for his dad to pick him up, the four of you looked like a picture perfect family, you look at Solo and lean over, leaving a small peck on his lips

"And that's going on the instagram" you look over to see jey holding his phone up, he must have taken a photo, Solo glares at him and tries to snatch the phone from his elder brother, you laugh as you watch Solo chase his brother around, the bloodline really was your family

A/N I hope you liked this!

[tubbytarchia]

hi sorry to be an insane anon but actually ty for your pearl posts. i was wondering why i really wasnt enjoying wild life so far and your posts are making me realise it's probably largely bc i watch pearls pov first. i think i'll like it more watching others unrelated to her alliance this season, do you have reccs?

No no please keep being insane. I'm actually having a really good time with s8 if we just ignore Pearl's whole ordeal putting me in emotional turmoil lol. It's a lot to handle..!! But I know she has "plans" and I trust..I trust that her character will be safe and loved again eventually... I think in the long run it'll be an intriguing continuation and it sucks a lot more now than it will eventually, but oof yeah it leaves me in need of a palette cleanser and I'm scared to get my hopes up..!!

Minor/alliance Wild Life spoilers for POV reqs

TLDR: Joel :). But I've noted things I've enjoyed about all the ones Ive seen if you want to take a pick based on your preferences if you have any

Joel is my undefeated favorite for the entertainment value. And I might be insane but he's especially cute this season for some reason.?? Him and Gem make for such a good duo too, they bounce off of each other fantastically, I'm really excited to see how they do

I'm always advocating for BigB because his POV is almost always the most unique. He can like, barely play, he barely communicates with anyone, all he does is stand there and watch like a prey animal. As a warning, his content tends to be largely uncut, but that does mean that he includes anything worthwhile which is nice if you're not watching many other POVs, and often includes things entirely cut from other people's POVs

Skizz, Grian and Mumbo are being funny. Good hardy laugh bros

Etho and Bdubs are on their toxic married couple arc whilst Tango watches. It's a little bit distressing but mostly funny. They literally stand there and argue for an entire minecraft day

Ren and Martyn are, naturally, together, and being horrible so far, I'm very excited for them. Ren mostly runs around while Martyn makes an enemy out of like literally everyone. It's impressive how much of an asshat he's been in just episode 1

Scar is always a fun time and I'm excited to see how his alliance goes with Jimmy! I main Jimmy for his character but I understand he's very much not everyone's cup of tea, he's not mine either, he's just baby to me and I feel the need to keep an eye on him. They've been very cute so far though and I wanna see how they mesh with Lizzie

[smileyerim]

where we end is somewhere far, something hard to understand

part 1: i don't care what we are it just has to work

You’re his. All encompassingly his. Even if he doesn’t know it, or worse, doesn’t want it, you’re his. All you can do is just hope he’s yours too.

title: Understand by Hippo Campus

pairing: idol!chan x hannah’s roommate!reader

genre: smut MDNI, angst, fluff (in that order)

length: 6k

warnings: sex between adults, oc has low self esteem, unresolved ending

net tags: @kflixnet @straykidsland

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The exciting nerves are bubbling in your belly as you stare at the empty duffel bag lying limp on your bed.

Tonight is the night you’re going to see Chris again. He and the rest of his team arrived last night and although it’s silly, it feels as if you could sense his presence from the moment his plane touched down in LAX. He’s been texting you between schedules about how excited he is to see you and how embarrassed he is going to be when you see the crop tops he’s been given to wear on stage.

Plopping down on your bed, Hannah stares at the duffel bag.

“What’s that for?” You blush in response, head hanging low as you roll a pair of gray sweatshorts.

“I’m spending the night with Chris.” You say and Hannah bellows out a loud disgusted noise and you roll your eyes.

“It’s not like that.” She rolls her eyes at you this time.

“Of course it’s like that.” She says, giving you a look of disbelief.

“No, we’re just friends! He got 2 beds!”

She hums and gives you a knowing side eye, “That means nothing if you don’t use them.”

You squeal and move to push her off your bed and out of your room, the blush taking over your cheeks getting to be too much for your liking.

“Okay, okay!” She exclaims as she stands, hands up in defense.

“Fine I won’t tease you over the fact that you’re,” she pauses to give you a fake gag, “sleeping with my,” another fake gag, “brother-”

You cut her off with a yell of her name and she bursts out in laughter “stop it, seriously.” You whine and she lets up, her arms coming around your shoulders to hold you in an unexpected hug.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She sways you side to side as you exhale your anger and let your arms around her waist to hug her back.

“I just,” she says into your hair and your heartbeat quickens.

“I love you both. A lot. So please be careful.” You lean back and laugh before attempting to shut her down again.

“Hannah, it’s not-” she cuts you off.

“No, Y/N, seriously listen to me.” Her arms tighten around your neck as she intertwines her fingers together. “He’s my big brother and I know him better than anyone. He likes you, he likes you a lot.”

You blush at that, staring down at the toes of your shoes touching and she continues.

“I don’t want to see either of you getting your hearts broken so, please, for me, just be careful.”

You nod, the blush on your face still just as hot as before as you look up and meet her eyes again.

There’s a lot that you were hoping you’d never know, and Chris’ feelings for you was one of them. Your ignorance can’t keep you hiding forever behind your insecurity. You need to learn to accept that maybe, just maybe, Hannah’s right.

“We’ll be careful.” You whisper while holding eye contact with her. The corners of her eyes turn up as she smiles and pulls you into another squeeze and you laugh the tears that threaten to fall away.

After a beat of laughing and holding each other, Hannah can’t help herself but to quip, “use a condom, don’t get pregnant.”

“Hey!”

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You’re standing in front of the mirror with sweaty palms observing your final outfit when Hannah calls you from the hallway to inform you that the Uber is here.

One shaky sigh and a final once over of your outfit consisting of simple green cargo pants and a black bra top with chunky silver chains around your neck. It’s a bold outfit, not something you usually find yourself donning but today is a special occasion and you want to impress.

A blush trails up your neck and settles on your cheek at the idea of seeing Chris later after the show and watching his reaction to you. If he thinks you’re beautiful in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, he’s definitely going to find you stunning now.

“Y/N! Come on!” You let out a sigh and one more once over before you grab your purse and walk out the door.

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The venue is packed out wall to wall with fans from your perspective from the second floor VIP box Chris set up for this show. There’s a faint scent of stale fog machine in the air and as each moment draws by you feel the urge get stronger and stronger to drink.

So you do, and are about to down your third free shot from the all inclusive bar before another one of your roommates comes up to interrupt you.

“Easy tiger, what’s got you so worked up?” She says, gently prying the plastic shot cup out from between your pinched fingers.

The truth is you don’t know exactly why you’ve grown a sudden affinity for alcohol. You would be lying to yourself if you tried to claim it had nothing to do with Chris, but you can’t quite pin what is making you so nervous.

You shrug at her, avoiding her eyes as you take a smug sip out of the beer bottle you were hiding behind your arm from her.

“Look, don’t be nervous tonight. Just try and have fun!” She says, placing a cautious hand on your shoulder. You don’t remember ever telling this roommate about your situation with Chris, so you aren’t sure how she knows about your need for nerves. Out of the 4 girls total in your apartment, you only really had bonded with Hannah.

“Can’t you see? I’m drinking to not be nervous and to have fun.”  You quip and she rolls her eyes at you.

“At least let me catch up.”

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Your heart drops the moment he steps onto the stage, the roaring screams of the crowd plugging your ears at the same time that all of the breath is stolen from your lungs. Your vision zeroes in on him and a rush of adrenaline flows through your veins.

“Woah, he’s hot” one of your roommates from beside you giggles and you can’t help but agree.

“That’s my brother! Shut the fuck up.” Hannah exclaims from the other side of you and you laugh at the exchange.

“She’s right.” You tease, knocking shoulders with Hannah when she makes a shocked face in response.

You try your best to keep distracted through the show, drinking beer after beer until your limbs feel a little floaty and the smile on your lips is permanent. Chris is putting on an amazing performance, his natural and trained talent shining through with every song that goes by. You can’t help but move along to the deep bass in the dance songs and sway with the rhythm to the slower ones.

Once the show is over, your heart drops at the prospect of leaving the comfort of your viewing box and venturing out and meeting him. Hannah grabs you by your wrist, whispering a quiet “come on” in your ear before leading you down the hallway to a winding set of stairs going down into what you presume is the basement of the arena. You didn’t realize how drunk you were until this moment, the chains around your neck feeling too heavy and too foreign to be yours.

All of your plans and all of your suspected self control go out of the window the moment you spot him, it’s like all of the air has been sucked out of the atmosphere. He’s taken his makeup off, he’s changed into a much more casual outfit of jeans and an oversized white tee-shirt. He's wearing a baseball cap backwards, too. He’s no longer Bang Chan, the star on stage, but Chris. The same guy you’ve been pining after for months. The same guy you’re pining after even now.

He laughs at something the man beside him says when he spots Hannah as she runs through the crowd of bodies to him. He wraps her up in a hug quickly, an emotional look taking over his face as he holds her tight. He’s whispering something in her ear that you can’t seem to make out. An overwhelming feeling of fondness comes over you as you watch them together, it almost makes you feel like crying.

That is, until you actually start crying when his eyes meet yours over her shoulder. A smile larger than you’ve ever seen on him spreads over his face as he lets Hannah go and makes a straight bee-line over to you.

The tears in your eyes fall the moment he makes it over to you, picking you up by the waist to spin you around in a twirling hug. You grab the back of his neck and squeal in his ear, finally feeling at home for the first time in months.

He lets you down, but he doesn’t let you go when you finally lock eyes, “Hi, beautiful.” He breathes out dreamily, and it’s like no time has passed at all.

“Hi.” You whisper back to him, another tear slipping down your cheek.

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You can’t help but bask in the new feeling of shit just getting real when Hannah landed a kiss on your cheek before you stepped out of the passenger side of her car in front of the swanky hotel you will be calling home for the evening.

Your hands won’t stop shaking around the duffel bag you brought, stepping into the lobby and taking a seat. Chris had texted you earlier that his manager would come find you and let you into the room.

The silence in the empty hotel room engulfs you whole. It feels suffocating being left here alone with your thoughts, only the sound of the air conditioner humming in the background to distract you.

You’ve never liked the quiet all that much, always preferring to have at least one stimuli to distract you from your constantly whizzing thoughts. You always feared that you would wear yourself out by obsessing over them, so constant distraction became your best friend.

Now, however, you don’t have a choice but to sit with your thoughts. Immediately your mind is filled with him. His laugh, his smile, the way he performed on stage tonight, the way he looked at you when he noticed you backstage. Your heart flutters at the last thought and you allow your reverie to be filled with daydreams of you two together. Your first kiss, holding hands, telling him just how much you love him.

That last one hurt, even if it was just your own imagination, a tear pricking your waterline. You’ve spent hours upon hours imagining him with you and feeling the pain of being without him, but he’s never been closer than now and the idea of still not having him while he’s here is heartbreaking. So heartbreaking you aren’t sure what you would do if it came true.

Your tears aren’t left to fall for long as you’re shocked out of your daydream when you hear the telltale sound of a keycard being slid into the lock and the hotel door unlocking. Standing quickly you sniffle your runny nose away and blot under your eyes to clear up any runny mascara and wait.

Your eyes meet as he moves through the doorway and the same smile from before returns to his face. He ditches his suitcase in the entryway and hustles over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold the back of his head, eyes closing in bliss. Chris heaves out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding and melts into your embrace, holding you tighter and tighter as if you might fly away.

You can feel his heartbeat and you’re sure he can feel yours, a smile lifting up the corners of your lips at the feeling of finally having arrived; the feeling of him being here and holding you. Your hand moves instinctively to scratch at the hair on his head and he responds with giggles and a slight squirm in your arms.

“That tickles.” He says into your neck and you respond in your own laugh.

“Sorry.” You whisper back, stopping your movements and dropping your hand to cup the back of his warm neck.

“No, don’t stop.” He says and the smile on your lips grows wider before you hum contentedly and resume your scratch.

He sighs out another big breath, slumping his shoulders to rest slightly against the top of yours, “I didn’t know how much I needed this until now.”

The tears threaten to fall again at that sentence, a pang of hurt strikes your heart behind your sternum as you process his words, choosing just to nod against him.

After what feels like hours he finally pulls back, pausing for a moment to make eye contact with you with a look in his eye you don’t know how to read. He steps back once more, hands still on your waist and skims his eyes up and down your body,

“Wow, look at you.” He says in disbelief and a blush creeps up on your cheek, feeling a bit too exposed by the potentially excessive exposed midriff provided by your mid rise bottoms and bra top.

“What?” You laugh out, trying to read him. Luckily he doesn’t make you read his mind, giving you a look of disbelief before looking back over your outfit and letting out a wolf whistle.

You laugh before his hand moves from your waist to grab the tips of your fingers, gently lifting your arm above your head to signal you to twirl for him. You smile, blush on your cheeks reddening as you do so, feeling his eyes examine you.

When you’re back facing forward he grabs both your hands with his and finally resumes your eye contact with a dreamy look in his eyes.

“You look amazing.” He says with a lilt in his voice that communicates to you he meant every word.

You look down in an attempt to calm your nerves down before responding, “thank you.”

“Did you do it for me?” He says and you let out a nervous chuckle before meeting his eyes that are staring at you with an intensity you weren’t expecting.

Slowly, you nod your head up and down, fluttering butterflies escaping their cage in your belly at the prideful smile he gains after your response.

“Lucky me.” He says pulling you into a hug once more.

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Unfortunately, your time with Chris gets cut short by the time 1AM rolls around. He has early morning schedules and then is off to the next country on their tour list later tomorrow night. So you decide to turn in a bit earlier than you had wanted for his sake.

An issue came to rise when you unzipped your duffle bag to grab your change of clothes for the evening, eventually coming to the unfortunate circumstance that through Hannah’s interruption when you were packing earlier you had forgotten a sleep shirt.

You squeeze your eyes shut, sweatshorts in hand as you contemplate your options. You could go without a shirt and just wear your casual crop top intended for tomorrow's outfit, but you don’t want to be an outfit repeater. You could just go without it, but that idea gets shot down the moment you remember your current relationship status with Chris.

The last, and frankly only option, is to ask Chris to borrow a shirt himself.

It shouldn’t be so hard, right?

You stand awkwardly in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning a shoulder against the doorway as Chris brushes his teeth. It’s insane to you how he manages to still be so attractive when spitting.

“Hey, princess.” He says after finally getting rid of the toothpaste suds in his mouth. You feel the need to take a step back at his pet name, so you do.

Looking down at your socked feet in embarrassment you say your next words.

“We- I-” you take a deep breath, “there’s a problem.”

His face drops and he steps into your space, grabbing you by both biceps, “what’s wrong?”

An embarrassing blush creeps up high on your cheekbones and you nibble on the inside of your cheek, “I don’t have a sleep shirt.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and an exasperated laugh, “That’s it? Man, you scared me.” He says with a squeeze on your arms before dropping his hands.

You giggle along, accepting that your flair for drama may have influenced his fear.

“Sorry.” You whisper, looking down at the floor again in even deeper embarrassment.

“I have a ton, hold on.” He says and you step aside to allow him to enter the main room.

“On second thought actually,” he looks at you with a flirty twinkle in his eye as he’s unzipping his suitcase.

“You could just go without one.” The butterflies in your belly burn to a crisp at the fire that just lit up inside of you, more embarrassed than ever.

“Oh, God, look at you!” He’s clearly amused at your growing humiliation, bellowing out a loud laugh and grabbing his stomach.

Oh, you think to yourself, he was joking.

You begin to laugh along with him accepting finally the ridiculousness of the scenario, nearly missing when he throws a shirt at you.

Keeping your head low as you giggle quietly to yourself, you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for the evening.

Once you emerge from the bathroom ready for bed dressed in Chris’ shirt, you find him sitting on the edge of his bed, back facing you.

He’s quiet, shoulders slumped in his muscle tee and staring at the wall. He seems peaceful but also pensive. It’s at this moment that it hits you how deeply you care for him. It’s not like you weren’t aware before, but seeing him so vulnerable and private is bringing up feelings you didn’t know you had. The man sitting with his back facing you is not Bang Chan, star and leader of Stray Kids, he’s not even Chris, the man you have a hopeless crush on.

He’s human, entirely human. He’s vulnerable, weak, and alone as all humans are. You’ve played up this image of him in your head for so long that you forgot who he was at his core. He has seemed so big to you, so unattainable and perfect that you forgot who he truly was. Just like you, a person at his core. 

You step towards him and sit down beside him on the bed, the warmth of his thigh invading yours. The moment your skin makes contact with his he slumps over to the side, lying a heavy head on your shoulder. Although no words are spoken, you know exactly what he’s communicating. You lift your hand closest to him and rest it on the back of his head, petting his hair down in response. He sinks deeper into you, his shoulders relaxing at the comforting contact. Your heart leaps out of your chest painfully and you bite your lower lip and squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the telltale warm sting in the corner of your eyes that you’re about to cry. Chris’ hand finds your thigh and his thumb moves back and forth slowly over your skin only expanding the emotions you’re feeling. 

You aren’t sure how long you sit there with him in meditative silence, but it’s not before long that you notice his frequent yawning. With a chuckle, you move your shoulder a bit to urge him to sit up. He whines as you stand to face him.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You say and he pouts a childish frown and shakes his head no which makes you laugh. 

“I haven’t gotten to tell you how good you look in my shirt yet!” He says, eyes widening while giving you a once over.

“Oh, well, you just did.” You quip, nudging him with your hip as you move to pull back the covers on his bed. 

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You’ve been lying in bed for what feels like hours awake by the constant flittering thoughts of the man resting in bed 10 feet away from you. He’s here, he’s actually here and yet you’ve never felt further from him than now. The intimacy of the moment you two shared before bed has not left your mind since your head hit the stiff pillow below you. 

Fuck it, you decide as you slip out of bed and make the 2 step journey over to his. Chris feels the bed dip beside him and the chilly night air kisses his skin when you lift the covers. Slowly, you move to lie your head down on his chest, a palm on his bare peck and an ear to his collarbone.

“Y/N?” His arm out of instinct wraps around your middle and pulls you flush to his side.

You hush him before replying with a muffled, “Just let me be close to you.” 

He has no response, lying stiff while your hair tickles his nose.

Feeling his stiffness, you grow embarrassed. Maybe you read the goodnight hug the wrong way, maybe you’ve been reading the entire night the wrong way. So you cower, lifting your head off his chest to look up at him. “Do you want me to leave?”

He doesn’t respond right away, still in shock that you’re here, surprised by how much holding you in his arms feels right. You feel a bit silly now that you’ve actually followed your desires, but there’s something about being so close to him that feels so right you don’t have the bandwidth to be embarrassed. 

“I-” he says, his hands traveling up your back, palms flat against your skin pulling you closer. His eyes dart between your two, reading the desperation and love swirling around in your eyes. 

Before you know it, he’s kissing you. Rules and fears be damned, he needs you. He can’t go home with the regret of not doing something to show you how he feels for you.  

You respond as quickly as your brain will allow you to, immediate alarms going off that you may be dreaming setting your reaction time back a millisecond or two only to be awoken by the force of his lips against yours grows stronger in him kissing you harder, begging for you to reciprocate. Your eyes flutter shut as you move your lips against his, a move greatly appreciated by him as he responds to pull you in closer, kiss you harder than you thought possible. A groan slips out of his throat when your tongue penetrates his lips, swirling  delicately with his. Your kiss is exactly what Chris had always imagined it to be: gentle and passionate, a desperate oasis in a desert. 

His hands light fire as they trail down your body to find their home at your hips, squeezing and rocking you onto him in a straddle. Your ass makes its home on his thighs, saving the main course for later. For now all you want to do is taste his lips and revel in the feeling of finally arriving at the destination you’ve been dreaming of for months. You feel on top of the world with how he’s kissing you with so much yearning like he’s been waiting his whole life to be here under you. 

His mouth trails down your neck and your hand flies up to rake in his hair to encourage him to continue. He leaves multiple sloppy wet kisses in his wake and a couple love bites too. He spends an extra long time marking near your carotid artery, growing obsessed with the feeling of your wildly beating heartbeat against his lips. 

Once he reaches near the bottom of your throat, he chuckles before saying, “It’s so weird, you smell like me.” He says into the neckline of his shirt between kisses.

“I don’t smell like you, your shirt smells like you.” You quip back at him, scratching his scalp and lightly tugging when he finds your sweet spot.

He leans back, a disbelieving look on his face, “Duh.” he laughs.

You shrug, hands leaving his shoulders to find the bottom of your shirt to take it off swiftly and throw across the room.

If his eyes were wide before, they’re as big as saucers now as he stares in shock at your exposed chest.

“Better?” You flirt, hands moving back up to intertwine behind his head.

He leans in at that moment to press a tentative gentle kiss to your chest, “Much better.”

He re-embarks on his journey of kisses down your body as one hand flirts its way up your stomach to grab your breast whole, your nipple immediately hardening at the contact from his icy hands. You flinch back and Chris smirks into the top of your right breast,

“Sorry, cold hands.” He says with a squeeze to your left breast.

“You’ll just have to do something else to warm them up then, huh.” You say between loud pants, anticipating Chris’ arrival at your nipple with too much excitement.

Chris’ mouth moves down quickly to your nipple to leave an open mouthed wet kiss before sucking your nipple into his mouth to flick the hardened tip with his tongue. Your jaw falls slack and a moan erupts from your throat. Chris uses the opportunity of your distraction to snake a free hand down to your ass, giving a tight squeeze. 

“Something like that?” He flirts, smirk on his lips as he moves his mouth's attention over to your other breast, leaving his hand on your ass, roaming back and forth in a pet, squeezing often to ground himself. He grows tired of playing it safe quickly, the arm that was on your ass moving to grip around your waist to hold you as he flips you over onto your back. He thinks you look the most beautiful like this, hair splayed all over his pillowcase, topless and with eyes filled with a ferocity he’s never seen from you before but is eager to investigate.

Your hands quickly find the bottom of his muscle tee, pulling the item off of his shoulders and over his head in record speed. He kisses you again as your hands explore the rigid expanse of his torso, trailing the tip of your fingers between the valleys of his abdominal muscles. His own hands have a mission of their own complete as the arm he’s not using to hold himself up tickles  down between the valley of your breasts, over your navel and finally to land on your inner right thigh, teasing the side of his pinky finger over your already aroused center. You moan his name when his pinky finger swipes up over the valley of your labia. 

“Pl-please.” you moan, pushing your chest up into his, teeth gnawing on your lower lip, hips rolling up in the process in an attempt to get friction from his hand. He just stares in awe at your beauty, unbelievably excited that he’s here experiencing this with you. He sits up on his heels now to slowly draw your shorts off your hips and down your legs. He moves torturously slow, wanting to savor as much of this moment as possible. Once your shorts are long gone and you are fully exposed to him lying on the bed, he loses all sense of self control, one hand flying up to stroke your thigh while the other moves directly to your center, using his 2 first fingers to spread your lips apart. With your lower lip between your teeth you watch him take care of you, admiring you for all that you are in front of him. 

In a move you weren’t expecting, his hands chase over to your calf, lifting your leg to be at eye level for him, placing a delicate kiss to the spot just above your inner knee. You can practically feel your heartbeat at your core by how desperate you are for him to just do something. His kisses are slow and delicate as he moves up your leg getting closer and closer to the ultimate prize. Each time he stops to lick and suck you whine, urging him on forward.

He finally places a delicate kiss to your cloaked clitoris, earning a loud moan of his name out of you. He sticks his tongue out to lick a wide strip up over your clitoris, pushing back the hood in the process to give the direct stimulation you need to make your mouth water. One of your hands is grounded in his hair, the other on your breast tweaking with your own nipple as he does his work.

“F-fuck.” you exclaim, hand on his hair tightening their grip as your legs tighten around Chris’ shoulders when he delivers a powerful suck to your clit, tongue moving forward in the act to flick at your exposed nub. 

“Again?” He teases, the vibration of his words against your center feeling deliciously satisfying.

He doesn’t wait for your answer, sucking your nub into his mouth one more time and pressing the tip of his pointed tongue into the nub in a nearly orgasm-causing explosion of ecstasy. 

When his tongue trails down to your leaking entrance, you pull on his hair to bring him back up to face level with you for a heated kiss.  His free hand is busy underneath your kiss as he slips a hand into his shorts and boxers to pump himself a few times to ensure he’s ready. He breaks the kiss only to sit up on his knees between yours and wiggle the basketball shorts down his hips. He stops for a moment right before his dick springs out to admire your expression, totally zeroed in on his crotch with wanting eyes.

When his shorts are finally down his legs you reach out to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, earning you your first moan of his for the evening and his head flying back to stare at the ceiling, your hands tightening in an experimental squeeze before pumping him up and down a couple strokes, thumb pressing harder into the sensitive spot right below the head each time you come up. Soon enough his hand is swatting you away and he’s leaning over you again, cock lightly touching your clit as he kisses you.

“I don’t have a condom,” he says into your lips, rocking his hips slightly forward to offer you stimulation on your clit from his hard head.

“I don’t care, I just want you.” You say against his mouth and he groans, quickly lining up the head of his cock to your entrance and pushing in slowly. You both disconnect your kiss to throw your heads back in earth shattering moans. His shoulders move in a shiver at the sudden stimulation, moving out to rock back into you gently again. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you moan into his mouth as he fucks you deep and slow, fully inside of you at each stroke. His cock hits a new angle when your walls tighten around him and you let out a loud yelp, eyes squeezing shut. He smirks at your reaction, shifting his knee to redirect his cock to hit that spot again, again, and again.

“Holy fuck, Chris.” you say into his neck, pulling him down to rest his upper body weight on his forearm near the side of your head. 

He responds with a sharp breath in your ear before picking up his pace to fuck you faster into the mattress. His free hand comes up between your bodies and grabs one of your breasts, squeezing the nipple between his first 2 fingers, drawing another moan out of you. 

“Fuck,” he says, digging his knees deepeer into the mattress for more leverage to fuck into your harder and faster. 

“That’s it Chris, holy shit.” you moan, hand flying up to his hair to grip at his short locks. 

He lets out a loud moan at your tug on his hair, hips stuttering for a moment at the new wave of pressure that came over him. That urges you to grip tighter and tug again, his hand tightening around your breast in response.

“I-Chris,” You moan after a particularly satisfying stroke  and he nods in understanding, picking up his stroke pace once more.

“Me too.” He says and you use your hand in his hair to pull him down to kiss you as you both reach your highs with spotty vision and unbelievably sincere moans. He continues to rock into you until his cock is too soft to continue to help you both ride out your highs to the full finale. 

Once he pulls out he falls on top of you, head on your chest with an oof. You two remain there for a moment catching your breaths slowing down your heavily beating hearts. Your hand that was previously pulling on Chris’s hair loosens its grip, stroking the back of his head with gentleness as you bask in the afterglow realization of what had just happened. 

He’s the first to open a conversation with a simple, “Wow.” followed by laughter on both ends.

“Yeah,” you sigh dreamily, “Wow.” you mimic him, beginning another fit of laughter to break out between you. 

“Were you- uh- were you planning for that to happen?” He says after resting his chin on your shoulder to look into your eyes.

With a soft smile on your face you answer honestly, “Nope.” you giggle and he matches your smile back to you. 

“Me neither,” he says, draping an arm across your exposed waist. 

“But,” he says as he turns his head to look once more at your naked body, “I’m not mad about it.” he says in a high pitched tone and you laugh again at his antics, truly feeling on cloud nine. He could say anything to you and you’d probably find it endearing enough to giggle at. That’s how happy you are right now.

His hand moves down to your thigh, squeezing a couple times and splitting your legs apart, causing the uncomfortable leak of semen to trickle out of you. 

Noticing the change in your facial expression, he moves his hand back up to your waist to move your face towards him to place a barely-there chaste kiss on your lips. It’s so gentle and sweet that you can’t help the smile on your face growing against his lips. He joins you soon after until you’re both just smiling against each other's lips. He leans back only to nuzzle his nose against yours, causing your nose to crinkle and a giggle to escape from you. He then places a final true kiss to your lips with a contended hum. 

“Why don’t you go wash up, yeah? Then we can talk about what that just meant.” Your eyes widen and you nod, slowly getting up out of bed and padding towards the bathroom with a permanent smile on your face.

Neither of you know much but what you do know is that you two are far from the finish line on your relationship. In fact you’re at the start of the race towards a goal that is very far away and neither of you understand quite yet, but you’re okay with it.

Where you two end is somewhere far away from where you are now, and you couldn’t be happier.

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a/n: the relationship in my life i wrote part 1 based off of has ended up causing me a lot of pain in the time between posting part 1 and 2 so writing this was very difficult. Due to that, I spent much less energy attempting to write something good, more just desiring to write something. I'm sorry it's not the same quality as part 1, I was half desiring to write my own imaginary happy ending, other half just wanting to abandon it and no longer be reminded it ever happened. Thank you for loving part 1 so much, I've never had a taglist this long. It means the world to me

taglist: @elizabeth11moreno @goldieharry @want2besomeoneelse @ynieeeeeee @dreamyenskz @nattisbored @hyunjinsbbokari @skzlzks @lin0ot @iamkuhreesbang @chrisbang-addict @icyllic @a-aaaaaaaaaaaa @idunnomanmynamewastaken @b4ngch4nsimp @hakunaamaatittiessss @writeingdocs @starch1ve @sherryblossom @moonmooncr

[milfmoder]

Fire Emblem Thracia 776 fans please let me direct you to lapogne36's FE5 minimum recruitment LTC run. Its probably my favorite video series right now! This game is the one in the series most notorious for difficulty and pulling mean tricks on the player. It is truly impressive to see them beat the game very quickly without recruiting anyone optional. Optional characters can be extremely powerful in this game, like the mage Asbel who arrives early game just when you need a mage most, and is unstoppable in combat for the whole game.

Optional recruitment also misses out on many staff units, who are extremely powerful and versatile in this game. Early on, most players will recruit Safy, who has a high staff rank and will easily be able to use high rank staves as soon as you get them. She also has exclusive access to the repair staff, the only way to fully repair this game's extremely powerful weapons and staves, effectively doubling their uses. This is a huge deal to lose out on, this playthrough limps through, trying to raise Nanna's staff rank since they have no other options.

As a result of the high power of staff units, FE5 LTC runs are usually renowned for warp staff spam. The warp/rescue staves have infinite range in this game, allowing units to teleport anywhere on the map and trivialize most objectives. While this is impressive, it doesn't LOOK like what your average "casual" playthrough would look like. They would more likely use a variety of units, move through the map using their units' normal movement, and only occasionally use the warp/rescue staves to bail them out of a tight spot, reach out of the way optional objectives, or try some fun cheese strategy. As a result the army's lack of access to staff abusers, this minimum recruitment run plays similarly to the average player's run. It makes it all the more interesting to watch someone beat the game, playing like you did only much much better.

The amount of planning that goes into these runs is always mind boggling. You really need to manage your economy in FE5 and seeing it done with reduced resources is magical. It feels like every weapon use, every gold piece is accounted for with no waste. This is accompanied by FE5's fatigue system, which discourages unit overuse, and the game's quirks regarding who gets deployed where, which both often require you to plan for several maps in advance.

All of this planning, and explanations of the moves lapogne36 makes are written out in the description of the video. Not only are they extremely well written, they lend the video a comforting air of "old internet". Sure audio commentary is nice, but reading the descriptions feels like reading someone's forum thread in a back in 2008. It feels nostalgic, which is fitting for an old game.

While FE5 is the game that most effectively uses its mechanics to enhance its storytelling (it really makes you FEEL like Leif), it is always interesting to see someone completely ignore the story elements and focus on the mechanical aspects of the game completely. The game is treated like a puzzle to be solved like tic tac toe, rather than a narrative experience, which is fascinating. This will lead to some pretty horrendous outcomes for some characters. Eyvel will kill her daughter and get turned to stone forever. Sure, we could save them, but we're not allowed and it would waste turns. Sorry Eyvel!

Please give it a watch if any of this sounds interesting, this series has a criminally low view count.

(play Thracia 776)

[outsiders-owen]

So sorry pastry voice. i didn't mean to steal the questions from everyone. i simply got excited. i understand if your upset however.

besides that, im glad i could leave a memorable impression on you Owen! i do talk a lot. but hey! I've got a lot to say!

must be because im a writer.

enough with the attention seeking exposition. I've got more questions! this time i'll spread them out though. don't want to overwhelm you more than i already have. im honestly surprised you manged to answer all of them. maybe demons have better hearing or something.

Ok so!

Apo, how did you feel when you received Owens letter? were you ever going to write a response?

What would it be about?....begging for forgiveness? more lies? an apology? or perhaps addressing that you didn't feel sorry. the fact your so ambiguous about it makes me really invested.

and Owen. are you sure you're fit to be all....power bearing right now? i mean obviously you're supposed to be Superior. but as much as i hate to admit it, you're not acting...healthy. you keep like....glitching out. in cretin responses. i've tried ignoring it but maybe you should talk to Gracie or Soup about it.

also on a similar note. sorry this might be mean but.

Owen. Why did you bring Apo to talk to us if all your going to do is cover and try to speak for him. its like you don't want him here. its like you don't want us to defend him. its like you....well....you'll see.

or maybe you wont. with the way things are looking now more voices seem to want you to....fix things.

I can't say im one of them. im only here for the story, and stories need conflicts.

oh my! i've said quite a lot haven't i? of course i still have more to say. i always do but! ill save it for another time. and watch as you two squabble over these messages.

One last thing however, Apo. you're in good hands. Owens is the strongest member of the clearing after all. No one can hurt you now.

-Salt voice :D

(PLEASE IGNORE THAT I FORGOT TO HIT ANON ON THE MOST RECENT LAST VOICE MESSAGE.)

Oh, it's Salt Voice! Back for more, I see.

Oh my gosh, this is such a long- you've said so much- um- it's cool that you're a writer! What do you write about??

Wait... you're asking about Owen's letter.

I thought-

Let me answer their questions, yeah?

...Okay.

I was going to write a response to Owen's letter. I was going to tell him pretty much how I feel about the whole situation- that I'm sorry for lying to him and I hate how it destroyed our friendship, but that I would pull the lever again because someone was going to do it at some point, right? And better me to live with the guilt than any of the people that I care about.

I was going to apologize and ask Owen if we could keep up correspondence, and eventually, I was gonna convince him to get me out of that- that cell. Guess I didn't have to do that, though.

...Guess not. Um, Salt Voice, I'm- I'm perfectly healthy, I'm not- I'm fine! I keep telling you, it's f ff f finnneee eee e

That doesn't sound fine.

Apo, shut up! I can't- ugh. Glitching out? I don't- talk to Soup, I can talk to Soup, I trust Soup- does she deserve that? Does anyone deserve my trust?

Owen?

Is any of this worth it? I didn't- I brought Apo to talk to you guys s̸̡͎̣͔̙͇̖͔̋͑̅͌̍̇ơ̵̪̌͂͊̏̉̈́͊ ̴̧̢̘̹͚̼͖͌̔͂͌ỹ̵̯̬̮͉̫̇̔̅̈̓̌̅̃̐ȏ̵̢̞̰̬͐͌û̵̯͙̟̖̆͂̏ͅ ̶͖̬̹̩̘̠͚̝͎̈́̄w̶̨̨͉̥̲͔̲̱͚̺̻̘̲̱͚͆͐̐͗̕͠o̷̢̩̞̰͉̭͇̩̜͍̟̖̰͍̾̈͌͂ǘ̴̢̧͕̫̰͕͕̪̹̣̘̾̌̽̽̈́̈͝͝l̴͔͖̳͕͒͌̇̚͝d̸̛̮̻̗̗̰͂̀͗̅͌̎̃̏̊͝͠ͅn̷̛̯̳̫̟͕̯͉̽̚̕͜͝'̷̟̬͈̖̤̮̩̪͚̳͑͑̏̆̄̀̊̀͐̃̅̀̐̕ẗ̴̠͓͉͔̬̺̣̗̗̲̞̽ ̷̳͖̯̎̽̽̑̔͌͒͒͝͝͝ĺ̷̢̢̢̢̡̛̛̼͕̜̭̯̦̜͎͕͖͛̌̽͗́͒̋̈̎͑̅̉ĕ̷̡̳̺̖̱̪͕̭̥̥͖̳̈́̍̏̊́̑̽a̴͉̗͕͕͇̙̙̖̞̯͛̃v̶̛̯̪͈̞̯̑̓̓͋͛͐̅́̕̕ę̸̥̘̮͉̞̤̻͓̻̭͇̱̭̏̇̆̄͌͑̈̒̇̅̓̐̄̀͝ͅ ̷̨̡̛̘̯͎̦̈́̈́́͌̊͌̓̓̓̐͝m̷͖͉̔̄͆́͒̍e̵̡̳̗̲̠͎̞̯͍̋̔̒͂̈́̈̔̀̒̿̏̿̚̚͜, so you wouldn't get bored and abandon me and= I don't- I want him here- I think I do at least- I don't- I can't-

My brain's so jumbled up, everything's so jostled around, there's a voice that's not like you Voices, it's different, i̷̗͌̊̎́̓́̀̂͘͜͝͠͝ẗ̶̛͎͙͚̥̬͊̿̊̄̎͛̅̕͘ ̵͈̰̪̬̼̪̭̈́̽͑̈̐̋̉͗͗̚͘͜ͅs̸͇̩̜̞͙͕͉͉̬̠̪͎̝̯͛̇̂̎̈́̐̕̕ò̶̭͓̼̀̋̇̈̿̆̐̚͘u̸̧̫̻̬̮͙͖̞͒͗͛̽ǹ̵̢̡͇̹̝̟̀͠d̶̨̧̘̭̱͎̼͖͔̞̤̜̦̑͊͋͝s̵̡̧̛̮̩͇̖̈́̐̓̈͂̃̓̎̒͊̂̕͝ͅ ̷̧̞̳̜̬͔̖̖̘̩̗̩̯́͛̈́̀̎̀͋͋̈̔̏̇̑͘͜͝l̷̡̡̖̫̗̳̥̫̟̯͚̽ͅī̷͔̈́̔͗́͌k̵̳̮̣̟͇̱̺͍̪̬̖̳̞͗͛͊͆̿͜ȩ̴̧̹͎͚̯̬̱̱͍̣̜͓̹͒̈́ͅ ̵͙̲̖̮̘͚̟̰͈͇̻͍̦͐̃̅̉͌̀̈́͆̂̕͜͝͝m̸̦̖̬̦̂̈́̐̉͑̀̓͂͘ê̴͚͙̻͚̯͙͇͜

And I keep remembering stuff but then it's gone, it's gone in a flash and I don't know if that's good or bad because I always feel like throwing up after I remember. I don't- I can't-

Owen?

S̸̡̢̨̨̛̱̩͔̳͕͈͈̰̦͕̘̞̰͉̼̀͛̽̄̍̆́̏̄̓͆̒̅̎̊͒̑̎̔̑̕̕̕͠H̸̢̨͇͔̮͎͇̲̝̬͕̗̙̠̘̺̺̻̟̘̬̀̈́͌̀́̔̿͛̅͋̂̑̄̒̓͐̒̚͝͠U̶̝͛͐͑̽̈̚̚��̨̪̪̘̭̳T̶̡̛̲͚̣͙̉̇̾̐͑̈́̌̀͒̈́̅̽̌̕͝ ̵̡̧̗̬̱͖̥͍̙̲̎̈̾̔̀̂͜Ų̸̧̩̯̙͇̘̥̙̥̤̣̻̝̟̪̞͇̊͋̋̃̀̓͗̋̉̓̆̈́̄̔̄̍̈̉̊̕͜ͅͅP̸̛̦͚͎̪̯͙͇̬̙̥̺̟̗̝̣̉̔̔͗̀̄̿̀̏͆̂̈͐͊̉̾́́͐̽͘͘̕͝͝ͅ

S-sorry-

No, no no nonononono- it's not you, it's not you, I can't- I can't- I can't do anything, it's all messed up, my head hurts-

Owen- okay, just let me- let me help you? You're yelling, man. People are going to come check on you and then I'm going to be found. Please quiet down a bit

Į̷̡̧̘͈͕̼͉̬͕̪̺̲̻̻̣̃̽̽̾̆̓̃͂̂̎̅̀̔̑̑́̚ ̵̡̤̲̥͈̖̾̂͐̂̌̍͋̽͂̓͛͆́̄̄͂́̌́̒͒͑͘̕͝͠͝C̶̡̡̲̳̮̬̦͇̣̹̞͈͓̱̳͉͈͒͆̈͐̾̆͜A̶̼̻̲̙̗̗̤̜͖̒̂̒͊̃̃̐̒̅̎̀N̷̨̛̞̦̳̩̰̬̩̥͇̠͔̦̗̪̙̳͇̘̺͐͂̒͊̂̈̿̂̂̀̈́͋̈̊͘͘̚͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅ"̵̗͚̯̼̯͇͖̬̫̲͕̞́̀̈́̔̀̄́͐̊́̽̌̂̚͝ͅͅŢ̵̨̨̛̻͓͕̻͈̦̲̘͈̬̳͉͎͕͖̰̤̌̀͊͐̉͂́͌͑̉̄͌̔̏̑̐́̋͛͌̊̈́͜͠

Owen, please.

i̶̢̜͕̮̩̯̿͐́̾̔̃͜͠ͅ ̴̡̲͈̱̤͕͕̟̗̪͈̜̭̭̦̰̱̱̼̳̓̈́̋͐̒͌͝c̶̢̯̲̝̩̱͈͈͒̾̽̂͋̾̍̒͋̀͗͋̆̆͜͝a̶̡̡̢̧̱̳̼̣̪͎͙̦̝̓̈́͂̍́͂̂̏́̈́͘n̴̛̛͚͖̰͙̂̒̍̉̐̏̿̔̈̈́̆̈́͝͠͝ţ̸̡̛͙̻̲̲͖̟̞̣̮͇͉̅̅́̓̏̃̎͜͝-̶͍̟̰̹̭̞͊̌̆͋͋̈́͊́̉̚̕͝ͅ

Owen, you're scaring me.

...

Are you okay now?

Yeah- shoot, I'm- I'm sorry, Apo- I...

You wanna go get some rest? We can talk about this in the morning?

I- okay. Sounds good.

I'll go back to my hole then?

You can just pull up a bed if you want. If you're not afraid of getting caught. I don't mind.

Yeah- yeah, sure, alright.

Okay.

Goodnight, Owen!

I missed you so much.

Didn't quite catch that, sorry...?

...It doesn't matter.

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A goth love story: The love story of Damian, Rhea and I (chapters 1-12)

Chapter 1-a nerve-wracking day.

5/04/2026

I'm at Chicago's O'Hare airport, waiting for my Uber. Tomorrow is my WWE debut. I'm a wreck of emotions: homesick, nervous and excited. I do a quick check of my suitcase (again!), making sure I have everything. After that, I get into my Uber and head to my hotel, ready to see what tomorrow brings.

Chapter 2-my debut

5/05/2026

It's midnight on the day of my debut. I'm so nervous, I can't sleep. I go to the gym and get my routine started. My routine is modified, because of my disability. I get on the treadmill,and then I lift weights and do some yoga. After that, I go and get some breakfast and coffee. I go back to my hotel, shower, put on my ring gear and do my hair and makeup. Then I got into an Uber to head to the stadium.

Chapter 3-What the fuck just happened?

As soon as I enter the stadium, the whole roster just freezes. Then I hear two familiar voices say, "Damn she's so fine!!" It's Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley. They approach me and I freeze. These are my celebrity crushes and idols. I try to introduce myself, but Damian stops me. "Stop right there. We know who you are. We've been waiting for you." Suddenly, I'm pinned against the wall and feel a pair of lips on mine. Those are Rhea's lips. When they said that they were waiting for me, this wasn't what I was expecting. I thought that they were going to beat me up. After a few minutes, Rhea ends the kiss. "Good luck tonight. I'll be watching." My bisexual panic sets in as Damian approaches. He puts his lips on mine and kisses me. After a few minutes, he ends the kiss. "Good luck tonight. Like Rhea said, we'll be watching." Still shocked, I head to my dressing room to talk to my dad before my match. "Hi dad." I said. "Hi sweetie. I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight... Are you ok? You're bright red but you also look like you've just seen a ghost." He says. "I think I'm in love. Damian priest and Rhea Ripley just ambushed me and kissed me." I end the call and head out to the ring.

Chapter 4-what the fuck just happened part 2

I head out to the ring and sure enough Damian and Rhea are watching. Rhea winks at me. For some reason, Damian has a leather jacket in his hand. I ignore them. I don't need any distractions tonight including them. My opponent is Zelina Vega. She's not gonna stop me. I'm invincible. The match is a long one but I come out on top. After my match, Adam Pearce, Damian and Rhea enter the ring. They are all handed microphones. "Wheelchair Warrior, I'm impressed. I have the perfect opportunity for you. Damian, you can take it from here." Adam says. "The team of terror has been looking for a new member for a while. We tried everyone we could think of. After trying half of the roster, Adam told us that there was a special talent coming out of NXT. We were skeptical at first, but you've impressed us. So wheelchair warrior, will you please be the third member of the team of terror?" Damian says. "Yes, definitely!!! I can't wait to work with you guys more closely." Damian hands me the leather jacket. "Put it on. You've earned it" I put it on. It fits perfectly. I get out of the ring and head backstage. Damian and Rhea follow suit.

Chapter 5-falling for Rhea and Damian

5/10/2026

Now that I'm part of their faction, Rhea, Damian and I have to travel together. I meet them at the gate of the airport. Next stop:Des Moines, IA. We boarded the plane and easily found our row. "You're in the middle." Damian says to me. Ahh! (Bisexual panic setting in!) I'm in between the two hottest people on the roster! This is a fucking dream come true! We sit down and Rhea says to me:"Has anyone told you that you look absolutely gorgeous today?" I blush. "Thanks, Rhea. You look absolutely gorgeous today too." Damian starts talking to me, but I can't focus. All I can focus on is how sexy they both are. (Damian's eyes and Rhea's hair, OMG!) I can't help myself. "Sorry Damian, what did you say?" " I asked if we could learn more about you." I tell them everything I can think of. How I got into wrestling in the first place, about my childhood,etc. Before I know it, we land. We get our bags and Damian says, "Here's the plan. We're going to go to our hotel and unpack, and then we're going to meet up for dinner." Rhea and I say, "Ok." When we got to the hotel, Rhea and I found out that we were sharing a room. (Don't worry, it was a room with 2 beds.) "Awesome, that means more bonding time with my new teammate." Rhea says. We quickly unpack and meet Damian downstairs and head to dinner. "You guys ready to go? He asks. "Yeah let's go." Rhea says. When we're in the Uber, Damian says, "Rhea and I have already picked the restaurant. We didn't know what you liked." We go to a nice Italian restaurant. We get seated immediately. Before the waiter comes, Rhea says, "Damian and I chose this place because we have something special to ask you." Then they say," Will you be our girlfriend?" I'm shocked. "Wait a minute. Our girlfriend? You guys are dating and you're polyamourous?" "Yeah, we've been looking for another romantic partner for months now, and you're a perfect fit." Damian says. " So what do you think? Will you be our girlfriend?" Rhea asks. " Yes!" I said excitedly. We finish dinner and go back to the hotel. When we got back to the hotel, Rhea decides to have an impromptu make out session. She grabs the collar of my shirt and very seductively says," Come here, Mami." (Excuse me? Did she just call me Mami? Aren't I the one who's supposed to call her that?). She pins me up against the closet. We're so close that I can feel her heartbeat and see the spark in her eyes. Then she kisses me and I freeze. She's gorgeous and such a good kisser. After thirty minutes, she carries me to the bed. I fall asleep immediately. I feel a finger on my face as she moves my hair out of my face. "Goodnight, Mami." she says. She eventually falls asleep next to me.

Chapter 6-Our first gym session and event as a throuple.

5/12/2026

When Rhea and I get up, we notice that we have the same text message from Damian:"Do my queens want to go to the gym with me?" Rhea and I both reply,"Yes." Then we get ready to go. I just put on a sports bra and some sweats. After we finish getting ready, Rhea and I wait for Damian downstairs. When Damian gets downstairs, he looks at me and says, "When we get to the stadium, I need your leather jacket." I'm a little suspicious, but I say,"Okay." He kisses me on the cheek. We go to the gym for a few hours. After that, we go back to the hotel, shower and put on our ring gear. When I get out of the shower, Rhea says, "I left a surprise for you on the bed." I look at the bed. It's a new set of ring gear. It's purple and black with a little bit of white. "You and Damian want me to wear this in the ring?" I ask. "Yeah. Why not? You'll look super sexy in it." I very hesitantly put it on. I turn around to show Rhea. "See? Super sexy, like I said." She says. I blush. We go downstairs to meet up with Damian. Rhea immediately has a question for Damian. She points to me and asks, "How sexy does she look, Damian?" He has the best answer. "You look absolutely breathtaking!" I blush again. I wasn't expecting that answer. We get into the Uber and headed to the stadium. When we get to the stadium, I hand Damian my leather jacket. He thanks me and turns to Rhea. "Show our beautiful girl the clubhouse. I'll be back." Rhea and I walk a little further down the hallway. She suddenly opens a door. It's a dressing room like mine, but about ten times bigger. "This is the clubhouse. It's got everything you can possibly think of. We don't spend much time in here, but when we do, it's a lot of fun." She shuts the door, and we meet up with Damian and head out to the ring for our promo. When we head out to the ring, I ask Damian for my leather jacket back. " Not yet, I need to use it for the promo." We get into the ring and are handed microphones. Rhea starts talking first. "As most of you may be aware, we have a new member of the WWE roster. As you may also be aware, Damian and I have been looking for a new team member for months now." Damian goes from there. "Rhea and I watched her debut match and were so impressed that we decided to make her a member of the team of terror. Please help us in welcoming the Wheelchair Warrior to the team." Damian then slips my leather jacket on. "Turn around." He says. I do, and the crowd goes crazy. I take it off, and Damian says, "Look at the back." I flip the jacket around. I see a skull patch that is black and purple. Underneath the skull, it says," Team of terror." I hold up the jacket, say,"All rise!!!" and leave the ring. Damian and Rhea follow suit, and we go backstage.

Chapter 7-My make out session with Damian. Rhea's championship reign begins.

When we get back to the clubhouse, Rhea gets ready for her match. She kisses both of us, then heads towards the stage to make her entrance. We hear Rhea's theme song play, and then Damian drags me towards the back of the clubhouse and pins me against the wall. He takes off his shirt and I forget how to breathe. "I'm glad you're wearing that ring gear. You look so sexy in it." He says. He kisses me. It's definitely the most passionate kiss I've ever had. Better than Rhea's even. "Rhea and I are lucky. We have the hottest woman on the roster by our side." He pulls me close to him and I can feel his heartbeat. His heart is racing. I look up at him. There's a spark in his eyes that I can't explain. Then the door opens and we separate. It's Rhea. She looks excited. Then I see why. She has the women's world title around her waist. She gives us a hug. "Babe, I didn't realize that this was a title match." I said. "I've been after Liv Morgan for weeks now. It was a falls count anywhere match. By the time we were done, she was in the back of an ambulance with a broken neck. Anyway, Damian and I have something to ask you. But first, he needs to put his shirt back on." She says, looking directly at Damian . He blushes. "No, let him keep his shirt off. You know as well as I do that he looks hotter with it off." I said. Damian keeps his shirt off. I sit down next to Rhea. Damian sits across from us. "Damian and I want to know if you'd be willing to move in with us. Our relationship dynamic isn't the same without you." Rhea says. "I have to agree with Rhea. We're sad without you." Damian says. I think about it for a minute and look at their faces. They truly seem sad. "Yeah, I'll move in with you guys. Just tell me when." I said. "Does 2 weeks from now work?" Damian says. " Yeah it should." "Ok great. We love you." Damian says. We leave the clubhouse, close the door, and leave the stadium.

Chapter 8-moving in with Damian and Rhea.

5/26/2026

It's moving day, but it's also the raw after king and queen of the ring. I get up early and make sure I have everything. I've pretty much packed my life into three suitcases. One contains my ring gear, clothes, makeup and toiletries. The second one is just for my books. The third one is for blankets and knickknacks. I grab my boarding passes, lock the door and leave the keys in the mailbox. Then I get into my Uber and head to the airport. I board my plane and quickly check my phone. There's a text from Damian: "We'll be waiting for you at the airport in Boston. See you soon ❤️" I shut my phone off and settle in for my flight. 2.5 hours later, I land. Sure enough, Damian and Rhea are waiting for me. They hug me. "There's our queen. How was your flight, babe?" Damian says. "It was ok, but I missed you guys." I pick up my bags and then Damian, Rhea and I head to the stadium. Once we were in the rental car, Damian asked, "Why do you have three bags?" I explain what each one has in it. We get to the stadium and head straight to the clubhouse. 5 minutes later, we hear a knock at the door. It's Adam Pearce. "Damian, ladies, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Zelina Vega has been injured and I need someone to replace her in her match against Bianca Belair. Would one of you ladies be able to replace her ?" Rhea and I look at each other for a second. "I'll do it, Adam." I said. "Ok great, I'll see you in about 30 minutes." I give Damian and Rhea each a kiss, and then head to the ring. My match with Bianca is a long one, and she is a perfect competitor, but I come out on top. I go back to the clubhouse to recover from the match. Damian is waiting by the door. "Hey beautiful, great match. I've got to deal with Finn. I'll be back." Rhea is sitting on the couch. I go over and sit next to her. "You should've seen Damian after you won. He was so excited. He had the biggest smile on his face." She puts her arm around me and we watch Damian's match together. We hear him berating Finn:"You were my brother. I loved you. But then you changed. What happened?" He's angry. As he should be. Finn betrayed him. Finn tries to execute his finisher , but Damian catches him and executes the South of heaven chokeslam and pins Finn. Damian comes backstage and says, "You ladies ready to go?" We link arms and leave the arena.

Chapter 9-moving in with Damian and Rhea part 2

We head to the airport and board our flight. We'll be there in a little over an hour. I sit down and Damian gives me a kiss. "Hey I'm proud of you. You know that right?" "Yeah of course I do." I said. "I'm proud of you too." Rhea says. She also gives me a kiss. Shortly after that, we land at JFK airport. We get our bags and get into our Uber. Damian says, "Hey, do you want to go to Times square?" Rhea and I both say, "No!!" Damian says,"Why not?" I set him straight. "First of all, babe it's two am. Rhea and I are tired. Second of all, we know how you are really feeling about your match with Finn, and you're trying to hide your feelings by wanting to do something fun." "Yeah, you're right. Let's just go home." We spend the next fifteen minutes of the Uber ride in complete silence. Pretty soon, Rhea says, "We're home , you guys." We get out of the Uber and Rhea unlocks the door. "Welcome home, babe. We love you." All three of us went to the bedroom and fell asleep.

Chapter 10-My fun day with Rhea. I have sex with both of them. 5/27/2026

When Rhea and I wake up, we can't find Damian anywhere. He's not in the bedroom, bathroom or living room. He's not in the kitchen either. Then Rhea finds a note on the kitchen counter:"Good morning, my beauties. I'm gonna be at the gym all day. Just need to clear my head after the match last night. I've left 2 bouquets of flowers and some tickets to a showing of Hamilton on our bedside table. I'll have a surprise waiting for you guys when you get home. Damian." He put the word surprise in quotation marks. " Why does he do that?" I ask Rhea. "Do what?" she asks. "Put the word surprise in quotation marks." I said. "Oh." She whispers in my ear, "It means that he wants sex." Holy crap. I shove my thoughts aside and leave with Rhea. I give her a kiss. "I love you." I said. "I love you too." She says. We immediately hail a cab and head to Broadway. Before we enter the theater, we turn off our phones. We enjoyed the show. After we leave the theater, Rhea checks her phone. "Damian's not going to be home for another hour. Do you want to go get some pizza or a hot dog? I'm starving." We decided on pizza.

Then we head home. Damian is waiting for us. "There are my queens. You guys ready? We're going to get freaky." He smiles and winks. Rhea literally drags me into the bedroom. She takes off my shirt, and starts to take off my bra, but suddenly stops. "Are you sure you want to do this, Mami?" I nod, but mostly out of nervousness. This is the first time that she, Damian and I have been intimate. She continues removing my bra. After my bra is off, she carries me to the bed. Damian is waiting. I'm so nervous. Rhea places me in the middle of the bed. She lays right next to me, whispering in my ear while Damian gets on top of me. Rhea caresses me as Damian penetrates me. I close my eyes, moan and fall into a state of euphoria. Damian goes deeper and Rhea keeps caressing me. My moaning gets louder and I climax. Rhea says, "OMG, you're so perfect Mami." I fall asleep in her arms.

Chapter 11-My first interview with Cathy Kelley.

5/30/2026

Damian, Rhea and I are in Atlanta for smackdown. We don't have a match or a promo today, so I don't get why we're here. " Why are we here again?" I ask Damian. "We're here because Cathy Kelley wants to interview you. You haven't done an interview since before the draft." He kisses me. It's a long, lingering kiss and I don't want it to end. But I know it has to. With both him and Rhea by my side, I head out to my interview. "Corey, Wade, I'm here with the wheelchair warrior. "What did your debut match against Zelina Vega feel like? What was going through your head?" Cathy asks me. "Well first of all, my first thought was "I can't do this." But I did it. I was super proud of myself. Then Damian says, "We were super proud of her too. That's why we made her a member of the team. We love our girl." He kisses my neck. Rhea does the same. "Thanks for your time." Cathy says. We head back to the clubhouse and finish watching the rest of smackdown.

Chapter 12-some special alone time with Damian

10:30 pm

I'm back at the hotel, getting out of my ring gear when I hear a knock at the door. "Come in." I say. It's Damian. "Don't bother getting out of your ring gear. I'm gonna take it off of you anyway." He says. He pins me against the wall, and starts kissing and biting my neck. "Why aren't you with Rhea tonight?" I ask. " Rhea got her alone time with me last night. It's your turn." He says. He unhooks my bra, and I can see the passion in his eyes. It's electric. He carries me to the bed, gets on top of me and says, "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and Rhea. You know that,right?" "Of course I do. You guys are the best thing that's ever happened to me." As he takes my panties off, he caresses me and kisses me. I close my eyes and moan as he penetrates me. "I love you so much, babe." He says as he goes deeper. I moan louder and say, I love you too, papi." He runs his hands up and down my body. I shiver. Damian smiles . "You like that don't you?" I nod and then he does it again. I cry out passionately, and climax. I eventually fall asleep in his arms.

(Chapters 13-23 will be included in a separate post)

[imaginespazzi]

Ah as long as you're good!

Haha, you know I'm always along for the ride with whatever you write, but be careful what you wish for cause you may never escape my long ass reviews/insights 😭

I'm ngl, I barely even read the other two ideas you put down (I'm sorry!) cause I saw "angst" and "baby" and was like yep, SOLD 😃 Nah fr, I'm such a sucker for baby/kid fics lol; I feel like I go through baby fever every couple months atp but then very much remember that I can barely take care of myself most of the time, let alone a tiny human being but anyway (this was totally irrelevant).

Suffice to say, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the exes to lovers idea and the premise you've laid out! It sounds like it could get pretty damn angsty, which I should never be surprised about the potential for angst when you're at the helm (in the best way) haha, but also I'm feeling like there could be a lot of fluff too (i'm manifesting). I just know the interactions between Paige and Azzi's kid will be so endearing (for both Azzi and us) but also I'm envisioning a menace duo that'll drive Azzi up the wall. That little girl is gonna have P wrapped around her lil pinky SO FAST. And well, I already know Azzi would be the best mum 🥹 (I could also be 1000% wrong with all these assumptions I'm already making about their characterisations in the fic, so feel free to ignore if I'm just spouting total nonsense).

Anyway, I'm already keen to know why they broke up after college?! And then the circumstances around Azzi having a kid! Azzi's daughter's first impression of Paige! The on-court dynamic! How the UConn gang features in it! ALL OF IT! Importantly, which W team are they gonna be on?

Also, I vote for a title cause even though I know we never referred to the UCLA fic by its name, I still used "in between shades of blue" for my spotify playlist so the title does come in handy babes 😂 OH BTW, will you still do the lyric preambles for this one too? 🙏

^see what I mean by my long ass thoughts 😩

Ok, i'm officially done. Can't wait for this one, Nivi (but also, take all the time you need ofc). 🫂💗

-🙋‍♀️

I would never want to escape your long ass reviews/thoughts, they're my favorite type of ask to get in my inbox!

LMAO you're so real cause lowkey I was leaning towards this one anyways and I just needed everyone to validate me (thank you!) that it was in fact a good idea. But dude same!! Like I would love a child but I am in fact not at all ready for a child. Also I works with kids so that both really increases my baby fever and also very much makes sure to remind me that kids can be something.

You know me, I loooooove the angst and there's just so much potential for it in the plot so how can I refuse? But I'm so excited to write about the kid and her interactions with the two of them, just cause they're both so good with kids and it's gonna be easy to write.

I'm ngl to you babes, I don't know the answer to most of these, especially what team, like I'm so confused so if anyone has any ideas, please send them! I think maybe Minnesota or DC just cause I like to add their families in and that would be easier but I also do that for every fic I feel.

Yes, definitely gonna have lyrics for intros probably. Partly cause I like it but also because it's easier than coming up with something else lol.

[brawlqueen]

PSA * !

while i don't need or really....like? to make these posts, and i try not to be personal unless my mutuals are people that i am comfortable sharing it, but i've definitely been struggling to write period. writer's block, call it what you will, but it's definitely been causing me anxiety when it shouldn't. so i decided to start replaying uchikoshi games of course, i just finished ai.tsf and am onto a.ini, as much as i have some gripes with it, oh well, we make our own canon - but i wanted by choice, to kinda explain that.

one thing that's really really important to me is mutual communication. that doesn't translate to: 'tell me everything that's going on and every personal detail. ' it just means, i feel that if something is up with me that's affecting my fun on the dashboard, then i wanna just bring it up.

most of my friends here know i've been having a lot of social anxiety. which is kinda weird for me since i'm a fairly confident / extroverted person! but you know what that's okay, but i've been kind of a ghost on my discord. i keep second guessing everything i say to most everyone, and it has nothing to do with a single person, there's nothing wrong i feel about any of my friends. i'm just /anxious/.

i also, am just accepting that due to some personal health issues, nothing major, (ex: insomnia amped up, for mental reasons ) that my adhd is all over the place. most of the time when i get to be home i'm snuggling my bear uh -- i mean, my rescue great pyrenees sasha or just doing 'icon therapy' which is me making batches of screencaps and converting them to icons.

i'm not ignoring anyone, and i just don't know what to really say right now in a lot of conversations. i stumble over my typing and delete little sentences because my anxiety has been so bad. but also for me, with that adhd, sitting in it is infinitely worse, and i'm sorry if this sounds like i'm complaining. i just like being upfront!

so yeah, dm buddies i'm not ignoring you, or purposefully being slow. roleplay partners / friends, new mutuals waiting on meme asks or threads, hell even mizuki's birthday stuff, which is FOREVER btw to this stan, i am not trying to make it seem i'm disinterested or quite frankly i don't drop threads unless you would like me to. i just may not be at the speed you like. and that's okay! we meet each other half way.

but yeah i kinda really have wanted to address this because i can feel mizuki kinda coming back if that makes sense? there's so much to explore with her, but even mutuals i don't even know that i dearly want to interact with, please know you can send random asks or throw people at mizuki any time. i know this isn't a job. i know not to force myself, and trust me, i don't.

but i just...didn't want to leave the wrong impression that may be 'lily's ignoring me / lily dropped our stuff / ' it isn't so much bluntly, for anyone as much as it is me wanting to tell you i just don't operate that way i guess? i wouldn't treat someone like that. everyone has their way of operating on this site and as long as it's not hurtful i think it's fair and valid. i just wanted to explain. for myself, and hopefully clear up if anyone is confused about me.

i appreciate everyone's patience and the talent they bring to the dash, even if i don't know your muse(s), but i do know that i followed you for a reason so please be patient with me as i get through this. i think writing is so relaxing for me, so slowly feeling mizuki come back is a very, very comforting thing. she's my favorite girl ever, the girl ever period for me, and i never aim to make this a job.

so i'm gonna be gentle to myself and these asks and threads you might go 'well that was ages ago' and that's okay. what's important for me is that my intentions are always clear, and hopefully, always seen as they are as best i can: well meaning. that said, since i don't wanna make this a job, please don't do it either okay? - lily.

[fairycosmos]

hey fairycosmos i was wondering if you could give me some assurances. i want to break it off with this guy i'm dating who hasn't been treating me right but i am so afraid of being alone and never finding anybody else. i know the relationship is not healthy and i'm not happy but i don't know if i will ever find anyone who can give me what i want

hello im very sorry to hear you're going through this :( it must be really difficult and you do deserve better than being put in such a difficult position!! one thing i will say is like. you're scared of being alone and of feeling lonely right but don't you already kind of feel that way, being involved with someone toxic? is this really the kind of intimacy that adequately soothes that fear of being isolated? aren't you already facing what you're so afraid of, in one way or another? and plus, while it can be really hard to believe when you've been stuck with the same person for a while, being single really isn't this great big point of suffering that the world wants you to believe it is. im not saying it's all sunshine and rainbows, but there's a certain freedom about it, and a comfort in knowing you're not at risk of being hurt. because i think that's really what the bottom line is - this dude isn't treating you right, and the more you experience that the deeper into this cycle of fear and uncertainty you'll fall. i might be off the mark here, and if i am just ignore me, but i kinda get the impression that you're waiting for the moment it'll feel "good" or "less scary" to end things with him, but something doesn't have to be easy for it to be necessary. like cleaning a wound with antiseptic and having to deal with the sting for the long term benefits. you know what i mean? it's ok if it's difficult and painful to break up with him. we can do difficult and painful things. what's not OK is allowing someone to mistreat you just because you're in the habit of it and you can't remember what it's like to not have him around. you can and will grow to get used to it again, you can and will grow to depend on yourself if given the opportunity. and as a side note - what makes you think he's the only person in the world whose ever going to be interested in you? there's billions of people out there. it's very very statistically likely you'll find another relationship if you seek one out in the future, whether you can see that right now or not. you don't think you'll find someone who can give you what you want, but clearly this guy isn't giving you what you want either. and you know that for sure, right? i understand that this is a really tough desicion and it's ok to not feel ready or to need time to work up the courage. but i really really wanna encourage you not to stay with someone shitty out of fear. leaving is always hard until you've left. sending a massive hug your way - please don't hesitate to talk to the people you trust around you about this, you deserve to feel supported and heard as you work through this emotional struggle. much love x

[mynewchapter]

With the Percy Jackson series coming out soon, I thought to read the book series again. I'm on the third book The Titan's Curse. Where Nico di Angelo is first introduced. It reminded me of an additional chapter I made for the last book from the second series The Blood of Olympus. I'm not much into writing fan fiction, but I always felt Nico deserved a happy ending. I wrote it back in 2014.

NICO

He never excepted so many questions. Nico felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders when he finally told Percy that he had had a crush on him. But for four days, Percy wouldn't leave him alone. Percy kept asking questions. Nico did his best to ignore them or if he saw Percy he would hide. "But what do you mean I wasn't your type? Dude! We've been friends for a long time! Why did you never tell me! Is this why you pulling away from everyone? Was this my fault?!" Impressed that Percy could still breathe. Nico pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled loudly. "Percy, it doesn't matter if you were my type or not, it would never have worked, besides you HAVE ANNABETH! Can we please drop this?"

He walked away fast, hoping Percy wasn't following. He had to find Annabeth, if anyone could control Percy it was her, he wandered around the camp, until he spotted her in front of Athena's cabin.

"Oh my gods! Annabeth, I need your help with Percy." "What's he doing now?" "He won't stop asking me questions, I'm ready to slug him." Annabeth fell over laughing, "well I think you dented his ego a bit with that "You weren't my type" comment." "Can you please stop laughing, this is serious." Nico felt childish for doing so, but he stuck his tongue out at her. "Fine," she tried to catch her breath, "I'll see what I can do." "Thank you!" He looked at his watch, "Dang, I'm late. Talk to you later Annabeth."

Nico ran as fast as he could to the infirmary, he stopped for a moment outside the door to catch his breath. As he walked in, a large number of demigods greeted him, there were still a few that looked nervous around him, and he couldn't blame them. It didn't bother him, he just kept walking to the back of the cabin. "Well look who it is, the son of Hades himself." A blonde hair guy stood up straight, after examining a broken arm. "Glad you could join us." "I'm sorry, I had to ask Annabeth for help with Percy, he won't stop questioning me." Damn, Nico thought, too much information. Will Solace gave him a questioning look, "Oh, what is he asking?" "Um, nevermind that." Nico tried to think fast, "uh, is there anything I can assist you with today?" "Hmm, well actually yes, thank you for asking." Will seemed to have dropped the subject. "We keep running out of bandages, could you please cut us more? Everyone is healing fast, but there are still a lot of injuries." He walked Nico over to a small desk, held out the supply of bandage rolls and scissors.

The days kept on like this, with any free time they had, Nico and Will would hangout near Thalia's tree, and look to Camp Half-Blood, just talking, joking,and laughing. Nico finally felt like he belonged, he had friends, actual friends, not kids just pretending to be nice. Percy seemed to have finally let the questions go and they could all have normal conversations. When Nico was alone, he would design the new interior of his cabin, brightened it up.

Everything was going relatively well for a month after the war with Gaea, but Nico knew happiness only lasted so long for children of the Underworld, and was worrying about when this would end. Nico and Will sat in their usual spot, not saying anything, just relaxing. Nico slipped into deep thought, his realization that even with how nice it was being friends with Will Solace, he would never be truly happy because the friendship wouldn't go anything further. "What's wrong?" Will knew when there was something wrong. "Hmm, sorry. I was just thinking." "What about?" "Nothing, we're cool." Nico was hoping the matter wouldn't press on. "Dude, I'm like almost your best friend now, right?" Will smiled Damn, no such luck, Nico thought, he hesitated, "ye-yes?" "Well then you should be able to tell me anything, am I right?" His blue eyes pierced into Nico's soul, so much concern, Nico wasn't used to it. "I'm just," Nico paused, "afraid that what I say, might lose you as a friend, and I don't want that." "Please just tell me, I promise you'll still have me as a friend," Will reassured. Ugh, stubborn demigod, Nico thought. He took a deep breath. "I like you." Nico took a moment before he looked at Will's reaction. Will laughed, "I like you too." Ugh, Nico dreaded this moment, he's kept himself from saying the word. But it made conversations like this hard, he never wanted to be so different from the other demigods, but this and being a son of Hades was just cruel. Nico took another deep breath and the words came out so fast that he couldn't stop himself. "No, I mean I like, like you. Like how Percy and Annabeth are, and this past month has been great, and I'm glad we are friends, but I'm sad that it will never go any further than this, and with me saying all this, I just don't want to lose-" Nico was interrupted by Will kissing him. Once Will pulled away Nico just sat there, frozen, silent, and wide-eyed. No words came to mind. Will laughed. "I told you like you too." "I, I, uh, okay," Nico's brain hadn't fully restarted yet, "Um, that uh, was um, not, the um reaction, I was, um, excepting." Will grabbed Nico's face, "di Angelo." Nico couldn't stop staring into those blue eyes, "yes?" His voice cracked "Shut up." Will leaned once more and they kissed again.

[bananastarion]

hello :)

I saw your post about you deleting your own art. I think a lot of people on here know the feeling, I know I certainly do. I immediately felt weirdly grandmotherly about what you said in your tags, like, oh no! oh poor baby! here, have some raisin cookies and some tea, let me hug you, nanny's here or whatever X)

I have deleted some stuff in the past as well (I write). It can feel better this way, it's a kind of mental hygiene, yea?

But listen, honey. That's the point. I'm making a bit of an assumption here, but to me it's downright terrifying to post the thing I've poured my heart and soul into and send it out into the webs. Maybe it's a little like taking your kid too school for the first time. If it (your art) doesn't do as well, if, for some reason, it doesn't seem to resonate with your audience as much as it does with you, that's incredibly hurtful.

So, because I feel that pain, I really do, I'd like to share THE best creative advice I've ever gotten:

When I was experiencing bad writer's blog, a GORGEOUS writer here on tumblr whom I admire very much, said this: "We (writers and artists) are capable of an incredible feat of self love. Ideas build up in our heads, long before we start actually creating. Then, one day, out of the blue, we sit down and type the first word" (or draw the first pencil stroke in your case, yes?) "people who don't create, have no idea how much it takes to do that." And that will probably never change. Sad, but true. That is sometimes reflected in the amount of response we get. (fuck notes am i right) Letting yourself get too dependent on that can feel really poisonous. It is, I believe, the exact opposite of that self love. The perceived "love" other people show for our work. It sucks the life right out of you. Everybody feels the need for that praise. When we fall in love with another person, we feel the same urge to tell them and shout it out into the world. But we also have that instinct to keep it (the love, the art) to ourselves, protect and shelter it. Think of a teenager in love for the first time. They may be more likely to blurt it out, unaware that people don't always respond to us as tenderly as we may wish. And that hurts, like hell.

But no matter how frustrated you get, always, always try to find your back to that! The self love! And self love doesn't mean seeing no flaws in your art, never criticizing or questioning what you do and how "well" you do it. It means to KEEP DOING IT, no matter what. Take breaks if you need to, breaks are great. But always get back to the self love. That is why we do it, I think.

So post if you feel ready for it. Or don't if you need to swaddle that babe for a little while longer (what). But keep creating and keep loving it.

If you need a partner in crime and art, please: feel free to hit me up anytime. We could be accountability buddies, or art buddies or the agony-that-is-the-creative-process-buddies, or just friends :)

And if this monstrositiy of unsolicited advice is totally missing the point, feel free to ignore me. :)

Sorry it took me a minute to get back to you, I've been super busy this week helping my dad plan a wine dinner ahdjkfh it's a whole thing... anyway.

It was really kind of you to take the time to write all of this for a stranger, so thank you. I used to be a prolific writer and artist, it would just flow out of me effortlessly. It was never on a professional level or anything, but I didn't do it to impress anyone. I did it entirely for myself.

Then some things happened in my life that destroyed my confidence (not just in my art, but in general) and my creativity suffered immensely. I developed a terrible block that has lasted for years, with no end in sight. Every time I try to get back into things, I find myself frustrated that my output isn't even close to par with what I had done years ago. And most of my work from the past has been lost or destroyed, so I have nothing to show for it. It feels so frustrating, like some part of me has been lost that I can't recover, and now that I'm older it feels too late to bother trying to get it back. So when I finally, actually try while fighting my block every step of the way, putting in a tremendous effort for a lackluster result, only to have my perceptions (seemingly) confirmed by receiving no validation, it really hurt me in a way I wasn't expecting it to. I was considered a prodigy as a child, but my skills quickly stagnated and declined as I got older due to mental health issues... I feel like I let everyone who once believed in me down. Even my own mom, who has a masters degree in art, said "You were good for a child, but you're just not very good anymore. Maybe it's time to find something else", and that was kind of the final nail in the coffin for me.

I think you hit the nail (different nail than the one in the coffin...lol) on the head, that it's not my creativity I've lost, but my self love. Your insight was beautifully said, and rings true. Sorry to just dump my life story on you here, but thanks for listening and caring. It sounds like you can relate, and I'm sorry that you can, but I'd be happy to help encourage you and engage with your creative work as well! Hit me up any time! You seem like an awesome person, and your message was in tune and on time for me. :)

[tintysun]

I’m gonna make and leave a semi-personal post here because this keeps coming up.

WARNING! A bit TMI and a few harsh truths.

People oughta stop falling in love with me (or claiming they have). For real, my entire existence consists of sleeping for 10-12 hours, spending another 3-5 staring into the distance, and whatever’s left doing whatever I want (which may or may not include things that please you). I don’t know what else you’re projecting, assuming, or expecting, but that’s it. Well, that and being insane on the internet. My looks? I’m “mid” by today’s standards. And if by some miracle I end up taking over the world, you don’t gotta be romantically involved with me to be a part of that.

I’m currently, and who knows for how long, unable to fall/be in love. Even sex with me would be mediocre at best without that element. I don’t fake orgasms for anyone; never have and never will. Hugs, cuddles, and snuggles might be okay enough if they’re the tired/resting kind, because that’s a state I can sympathize with and join in. And that’s basically what’s left of me in this department. Whether you’re at fault for that or not, I may have wandered into the land of narcissism, with all these guys listening to Andrew Tate or any other clueless podcaster who speaks confidently in their ignorance and arrogance, corroding their brains, and it left me without faith.

HOWEVER, if you do feel a strong pull toward me, know that chemistry, even the intense sort, doesn’t necessarily have to mean something romantic. It might just be spotting a pal you can laugh off problems with or, I don’t know, someone to rain hell on your worst enemies and/or manifest an entirely new reality with.

And sincerely, it has nothing to do with who you are. Maybe you’re a great person capable of genuine and abundant love like no other. But I don’t know that and I’m out of chances to give to (romantic) love. So put me in a different category. I assure you that I’m a worthwhile buddy - unless you’re an insufferably awful person, then I can’t be a buddy to you.

As for being hit on by people who are married… that’s a topic I can’t be bothered to tackle anymore. Y’all are grown-ups. Sort out your shit. I am done giving the benefit of the doubt just because I once found myself in the spot of realizing I wasn’t meant to forever be with my partner in that sense, and we shortly broke it off. But you, asses, aren’t breaking anything off, looking like dicks, and are making me feel more sorry for your spouse instead.

Lastly, if anyone is under the impression that having various “options” is something I enjoy, it is not. If I was more vain and overall egotistical, or as non-committal as people’s BS has made me look, I might be like, “Ha! Another sucker at my feet!” But that’s not how it goes for me. On the contrary, I feel burdened and as if forced to search for a needle in a haystack. It’s not fun for me at all. I’m exhausted.

With all that said, I understand we’re all imperfect human beings and etc. So I’m not too terribly mad. But I still need a break.