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calimelontea · 1 year

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it's just not the same!

❥❥i tried to be a little more descriptive in this one, so i hope you guys enjoy! (and hopefully my writing style doesn't sound completely ridiculous :'D)

❥When a cold front hits you and your boyfriend's shared home, how will he react when you come to seek warmth with him in his room? And how will he react if you try to return to yours?

Category- Fluff ☀

Content- Tighnari and Wanderer, GN!Reader, ever so slight hurt/comfort? (you're super cold and he warms you up), a few mentions of death, but nobody actually dies.

❥❥ I was gonna make some more bullet points for Baizhu and Albedo as well, but my job has me working all kinds of extra hours and it's giving me writer's block 😵 so for now I'll just post these ones so I don't leave you guys with nothing this month, and if you guys like it I could do a part 2 for those two as well?

Tighnari

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➼When the other forest rangers said there would be a cold front coming in, you weren't expecting it to be THIS cold. Whereas you were expecting a little temperature drop, some sweater weather and maybe a bit of frost, the cold front in reality was enough to freeze the rivers running through the Avidia Forest.

➼Needless to say, you regretted not taking the advice of your boyfriend when he told you to prepare accordingly, and now here you were, curled up in your bed, shivering as the cold air seeped into your skin.

➼You had tried your best to tough it out, but at this rate, you knew you were going to get hypothermia if you didn't do something soon. So you did the first thing that came to mind. You bundled up in some blankets, put on some slippers and shuffled your way to your boyfriend's room.

➼With some hesitance, you knocked on the door lightly and waited patiently as you heard some movement inside the room. In just a few moments, he was there at the door, an eyebrow raised as he looked at your shaky form.

➼"well well, what's this now? Is it the consequences of your actions coming back to bite you?" he chastised, crossing his arms and seeming to understand immediately the reason you came to his bedroom door. "Nariii" you pouted, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself to try and shield you from the cold. He could tell by how the color was drained from your skin and how blue your lips were that you must've been like this for a while now, so despite how much he wanted to scold you for not heeding his advice, he knew there was no time to waste in warming you up.

➼"Alright, get in here you big lummox" he sighed before grabbing your hand, leading you into his room and closing the door behind him. He hardly wasted any time gathering up some extra clothes from his own wardrobe before unearthing you from the large blanket you cocooned yourself in, layering you up in some proper attire before dragging you off to his bed, both of you laying down together while he rubbed your hands and blew hot air onto them.

➼It was only when he felt confident that you were no longer knocking on death's door that he started to scold you, although based on the concerned look in his eyes, it seemed he was more fretting over you if anything. "You really should take my advice seriously, this could've ended a lot worse for you if you didn't get here when you did" "I know.. Sorry Nari" even though you knew he said this out of genuine worry for your well-being, you couldn't help but shrink a bit when he got like this.

➼He noticed this fact and sighed, "just please don't hesitate next time, I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" he carefully wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, the warmth emanating from his body beginning to sooth your cold skin. All you could let out was a soft "mhmm.." as his comforting embrace had already begun to lull you to sleep.

➼It didn't take you long to pass out in his arms, and while he stayed up just a bit longer to monitor your condition, he couldn't help but feel the corners of his lips turn up in a smile as he looked down at your sleeping form. Despite how forgetful you were, he couldn't deny he loved you deeply. He knew he would have to help you find some proper winter wear soon, but perhaps he could be selfish for just a tad longer. Seeing you in his clothes admittedly made him melt a bit for you.

➼And so, for a while afterwards, he would use the cold front as an excuse to pull you into his room and have you sleep comfortably in his arms. Not only because he had secretly been craving this step forward in intimacy, but also because he genuinely never wanted to see you that cold again, it had scared him a bit.

➼But when the cold front had begun to die down and the temperatures had finally became suitable for regular clothing again, he was a bit surprised when he saw you walking towards your room instead of his. "Where are you heading off to?" he had asked with a flick of his ears, and when you had responded with "oh, I thought I may as well sleep in here since it's warmer, I don't want to overstay my welcome", he frowned.

➼"overstay your welcome? Don't you think we're a little past that point? Come on now, let's get to bed, or would you rather we sleep in your room tonight?"

➼You couldn't help but smile at how insistent he was in both of you sleeping together. He truly couldn't get enough of you, and it was quite telling in the way his tail swished lightly when you agreed.

Wanderer

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➼You were honestly a bit anxious to try and ask at first. Sure, the puppet loved you, he had professed so himself, but he wasn't exactly known for being accommodating. Even to his beloved there would be the occasional sharp slip of the tongue, though a bit less harsh than he would give to most.

➼You worried that maybe bothering him so late at night would make him angry at you, but the way the frigid air bit at your skin and numbed your fingers and nose was far too harsh. You thought it was at least worth a try. So here you were, standing at his doorway with the thickest blanket you own draped around your shoulders, your breath visible in the air as a fog.

➼You lightly creaked the door open just a crack. "Kuni?" you whispered into the dark room, only the moonlight from the window illuminating what was inside.

➼"What is it?" he asked with a sigh, sitting up. He was a relatively light sleeper, considering he technically didn't need to sleep, so he had woken up a good while before you even reached the door.

➼Ofc his ever grouchy tone was present, though slightly muddled by the grogginess of waking up, it had almost deterred you from asking the question, but the cold was seeping into your bones and making your joints ache, you couldn't make this trip be for nothing.

➼"H-hey, is it okay if I sleep here with you tonight..?" you asked with a shiver. "it's.. Really cold"

➼He almost had half a mind to scoff at you and tell you to just deal with it, but as his eyes scanned your shaky frame, he knew he couldn't bring himself to do that. After all, humans could get sick if left in the cold, and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if you had died because of something he did.

➼"fine, get over here" he grumbled. He was glad it was so dark in the room so you wouldn't see the way his cheeks flushed red at the thought of sharing a bed with you. You smiled happily and hurried over, burrowing your way under the sheets, thankful that they were at least a bit warmer from his presence (although that may or may not have been due to his blushing.)

➼He reluctantly placed his arms around you and held you awkwardly at his side in an attempt to share body heat. You really weren't kidding about being cold, he couldn't feel an ounce of warmth in your skin, and he wasn't even human. But compared to the emptiness of your bed, he felt like a welcoming candle flame in your eyes.

➼You had passed out almost immediately once you began to warm up, however he could hardly get an ounce of sleep for a good while. Your sudden intrusion had his mind racing and butterflies in his stomach. He hated it, but he also couldn't help but feel something warm inside, looking down at your sleeping form. How ridiculous.

➼This went on for almost a week, you would come peeking into his door asking if you could spend the night with him, he'd begrudgingly comply, and the two of you would wake up the next morning in eachother's arms. At some point he told you to just "stop asking and get over here already", so some nights you would just slip into the bed with him and he would curl around you almost immediately.

➼Once the weather warmed up enough though, you had decided it was time to return to your own room. After all, you didn't want to overstay your welcome and make him angry with you. So, you began to make your way to your room.

➼He noticed this almost immediately and furrowed his brow. "Where do you think you're going?". "Ah, I was going to sleep in my room tonight since it's warmer now. I didn't want to inconvenience you too much" you explained, giving him a light smile. "Tch, whatever" he grumbled before making his way to his own room.

➼ "Whatever" indeed, because that "whatever" caused him to spend almost all night tossing and turning in his bed without a wink of sleep. He didn't understand why, but his bed felt.. Empty, almost too empty. It was agitating him to no end, why was he acting so childish over some human???

➼Eventually he decided enough was enough. He got up out of bed and marched straight to your room, opening up the door much similarly to the way you once did. "Hey, are you up?" he muttered into your dark room. He could just barely make out your form curled up in bed around one of your pillows, and upon hearing his voice, you looked up at him before sitting up with a "hm?"

➼He carefully shut the door before making his way over to your bed, practically inviting himself in under your covers and clinging onto you tightly. Immediately, his mind felt more at ease. This is what he was missing.

➼"Kuni, is something wrong?" "… I'm cold" "… Kuni, it's 58 degrees outside" "shut up"

➼Needless to say, you're probably never sleeping alone again <3

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the-fluff-piece · 8 months

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Hiya, I’ve only just found your blog and I love your work🥰 would you mind writing a bit of a drama (i’m a drama queen🥲)? I’ve been thinking some misunderstanding like zoro being (unintentionally) popular with girls but one being extremely clingy to the point people, as well as the fem reader, think they are a couple. Female reader gets jealous and sad and Sanji comes to comfort her and Zoro sees that and gets the wrong idea and becomes jealous too. But they somehow find out the truth and blah blah romantic stuff confessions etc. I know it’s ridiculous but I live for the drama🥺 thanks in advance and i will understand if you don’t want to do it but I love ya anyway xx

Hiya dear reader,

Thank you for your kind words! I'm happy that you like my style!

I'm sorry it took so long, but I didn't want to post something unfinished XD I hope you don't mind me setting it before the time skip, I think water seven directly after enies lobby is a great location.

Drama is always good and that's a great setup - LET'S DO IT (got a little longer)

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Zoro has no fucking clue

You defeated CP9 and returned together with Robin to Water 7, where the crew got the chance to heal and relax for a few days.

Together, you really showed it to the world government! Well, mostly the big hitters in the crew. Zoro saved you when it came to fighting, not that you minded it. Whenever you were in danger, you knew that he would show up and defeat whatever marine captain or sea monster was trying to kill you.

When you got the key and released him and Usopp from the cuffs, he flashed you a heartmeltingly handsome smile and proceeded to partake in the absolutely ridiulous sword duel that destroyed half the building - and than he fought against thousands of marines.

He really deserved a break. And a thank you. You had been aimlessly wandering through the streets of water 7 to find something for Zoro, a gift to thank him. And maybe show him how much you like him.

Eventually, you decided to get him a Magnum bottle of sake, enough for his big thirst. It was something he absolutely would love.

Pleased with your purchase, you walked back to your temporary shelter in water 7- but your heart almost stopped. You were already so attuned to his appearance, that you could have picked out that green hair in any crowd - Zoro was here. And he seemed to be moving fast. Trouble? That meat head always managed to find a fight, you better help him out.

The gathering crowd slowed you down almost immediately. You squeezed through to see Zoro fighting with some guy, who was no match for the formidable swordsman.

Putting on a real show, Zoro played with the amateur, who poked helplessly at the air as Zoro effortlessly moved around the battlefield. Drinking in the "Oh!" And "Ah!" From the surrounding crowd, a cocky smile spread over his face.

With his two swords crossed, he finally attacked and struck his opponent down with one blow.

The crowd cheered - a very female sounding cheer. You noticed a lot of girls streaming to him. They clung to his arms and praised his strength- what was going on?

A girl shouted: "He got the pantie thief! He's my hero!" In a ridiculously high pitched voice and ran towards a grinning Zoro.

Pantie thief - of course. You rolled your eyes and waited for the crowd to dissipate. And you waited, and waited. One of them seemed glued to Zoro's arm, giggling and throwing her long, blonde locks around.

"Hey Zoro, let's get back to the others" you tried to get him to leave with you.

"Nah. this girl here will thank me with some booze! Just go back without me." He waved you off while the girl promised him all he could drink.

Rolling your eyes even harder, you went back to the crew at the galley-la building and informed them of Zoro's absence.

"Good riddance!" Sanji muttered past his cigarette. "Want an éclair?" He offered, almost in the same breath but with suddenly heart-shaped eyes.

"YES" you shouted, hungry for some kind of comfort after Zoro just trotted off with a blonde haired beauty.

"Stupid mosshead!" You cursed as you angrily shoved the sweet treat into your mouth.

"Yes he is, if he did anything to you I will kick that guy to the moon!" Sanji chimed in.

"No it's okay." You muttered and continued to mope for the rest of the evening.

Hardly able to sleep, you heard Zoro stumble home at dawn, throwing himself into a corner and snoring almost immediately.

You hoped that it was done with that - until the next morning. You heard Sanji shriek in delight as the door opened: "Such a sweet beautiful girl, did you come to see me, my lady?"

You didn't hear the reply clearly, but a high female voice cooed something and you heard a loud thud as Sanji's body hit the floor, an expression of total horror on his face.

The girl from yesterday pranced past you as you knelt down next to the cook.

"It's horrible..." he hoarsely whispered, seemingly near death, "she's bringing the mosshead breakfast. That beautiful lady..." his eyes closed as he sighed the last half-sentence and with it, his will to live (for the moment).

Hot jealousy surged up again. You stomped to the table, where luffy was sleep-eating heaps and Zoro gingerly unpacked a giant sandwich, seemingly made entirely out of meat.

The blonde bimbo had parked her breasts on the table and watched Zoro with a dreamy expression as he wolfed down the sandwich, splattering sauce all over the place.

"Do you like it?" She asked in a melodic voice.

"Yeah, thanks" Zoro answered with a full mouth. He seemed very content. That ass.

She didn't leave afterwards. In fact, she basically moved in immediately, either hanging on Zoro's arm or sitting close to him, watching him with heart shaped eyes and complimenting his every breath.

She eventually informed the somewhat irritated rest of the crew that her name was Silk (while throwing her silky hair around) and that she stayed with Zoro. Since she didn't actually do anything bad and Zoro didn't seem to mind, everyone accepted or ignored it.

"Come on, snookums, it's so crowded here, let's go out" Silk tugged at his arm. "I know a great liquor place!"

"Yeah why not" he lazily followed her as she maneuvered him like a tugboat.

"Snookums?" you stared after them in disbelief.

Nami, meanwhile, died of hysterical laughter.

"Didn't think that a girl could tame him that much. He's totally whipped!" she laughed and slapped your back while you didn't understand the world anymore.

The sake you bought was still in your bag, still untouched. Maybe you should bring it back to the store.

It was evening, Zoro and his girl weren't back yet. You found yourself so irritated that you couldn't sleep, just like Sanji, who sat at the table and poured himself some wine.

As you sat next to him, he silently passed you a glass as well. He somehow managed to get from perfectly coiffed, full of energy and dressed to the nines to unshaven and disheveled in the course of a day.

"I know why I am upset...but what is it with you?" You ask him.

Two bloodshot eyes stared back at you.

"I can't believe Marimo...that filthy brute, with no style and no interest in women has a...a..." The end of his sentence was too much to bear for him, instead he took a nervous gulp of wine.

"And she's so....soo...prettyyyyy" he dragged out the last word like a pre-schooler in a tantrum.

You gently tapped your glass against his: "to us" you whisper.

"To...us?" He half asked and half repeated and he smiled.

One glass turned into two glasses, and like that the bottle was gone. Your only topic: how much Zoro and that girl sucked.

A new bottle was opened, and another. Soon, you didn't find enough things to hate Zoro for anymore, so instead you moved on to different topics. Sanji told you about growing up in the restaurant while you told him a few stories of your own. After the third bottle was emptied, you were both pretty drunk, and you didn't really remember much anymore.

You drifted off to an uneasy sleep, full of Zoro how he made out with the girl named Silk. How they had children and generally shoved their happiness into your face.

"Oi, wake up. Y/n, wake up!" You heard Zoro's angry voice above you as he tapped you with his foot.

"Wha...let me sleep marimo" you answered, swiftly adopting Sanji's language and inflection.

As you opened your eyes, the swordsman's towering frame took up your entire field of vision. With his crossed arms and grumpy expression, he looked intimidating as hell.

You stretched and realized that you had slept on the floor, leaning against Sanji, amidst a lot of pillows. Sanji must have brought them during the night to make you more comfortable. Now that's a man!

When you moved, Sanji's head fell into your lap, still sleeping, and he immediately began purring like a kitten. Zoro grabbed him by the collar and shook him awake.

"What the fuck YOU think you're doing?" He bellowed at his sleepy crewmate.

"Go and have your nosebleed somewhere else, you pervy cook!" He said as he threw Sanji down again -hopefully immediately regretting it because Sanji answered with a fiery kick.

Not even 5 minutes awake and already near a fight, you decided to crawl away to safety and make some tea.

As you set down with steaming cup in hand, you spotted the blonde girl coming towards you, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Demonstrably, she sighed and commented "what a short night" showcasing her disheveled hair with a pout.

"Uh-hu" was all you could manage.

"You are his crewmate, are you not?" she asked, "how can you live with that manly man on one boat and not fall for him?"

"Yeah, it's a mystery" you answered sourly. If she only knew that you did - and he didn't care.

She continued to talk about something, but you decided not to listen. Instead, you focused on the fight going on outside now, where Zoro and Sanji shouted insults at each other.

"You hurt her feelings! I cannot ignore that!" Sanji screamed. "FLAMBÈ SHOT!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, STUPID COOK!" Zoro answered among loud clashes.

Your head was aching too much, there was too much noise. You excused yourself and went outside - away from the fight - and sat at the pier. It was calm here. Just faint noises of fighting were in the background.

You thought about how childish those two were, always fighting about something. But you were one to talk, you were childish as well. Zoro or Silk had no way of knowing that they hurt your feelings. At least Zoro deserved an open apology. And his sake.

You sighed, already playing the conversation in your head. The waves crashed against the pier, it was really calm.

Too calm.

When you returned to the building, both Zoro and Silk were gone.

Sanji was at the stove, making breakfast.

"Zoro stormed off" he said flatly. "And Silk-chan followed, of course."

They didn't return for the whole day. Dusk came and there was still no sign of them.

It got late, evening turned to night and Zoro was still gone. It was time to have a talk, to let him know how you felt, and to clarify where you both stood. You packed the sake to finally give it to him and be the friend he deserved.

You made your way through the bustling streets of Water 7 once again, aimlessly walking and hoping to find Zoro. It was a lively city with people sitting outside and laughing late into the night. You didn't see the green hair anywhere, maybe they've gone to her place.

Your feet have taken you away from the people in the streets to side alleys, where everything was calm and dark. There were lots or piers looking out to the water where crews loaded and unloaded goods.

With relief, you spotted Zoro sitting on a wooden barrel near the water's edge, alone now, with an empty bottle of sake beside him. His expression was more somber than before, and he seemed lost in thought.

Taking a deep breath, you approached him, determined to have the conversation you had been avoiding. As you got closer, Zoro looked up and met your gaze, and you could see a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Hey," you said softly, taking a seat beside him. "Mind if we talk?"

Zoro blinked and then nodded, a serious look on his face. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to be direct. "I am really happy for you, Silk seems to really like you." You paused, unsure where to go next.

"And I hope you're happy with the cook" he snorted.

"What?" You asked, surprised.

"The cook. And you. I wouldn't have thought..." His voice trailed off and he took the bottle again. Remembering that it was already empty, he threw it into the sea with a sigh.

"That goddamn cook with his nice words..." Zoro mumbled angrily.

"I am not with Sanji, silly" you told him.

"But you slept together...! On the floor!" He stuttered.

"We just fell asleep, nothing more." You said.

"I...I'm not with Silk either." He rubbed his head, "in fact, she was kind of unnerving."

"Than why be with her for days?" You asked.

"You know, it was nice to be appreciated for once. Silk gets it. You always call me stupid or silly." He shrugged.

"You stupid mosshead, everytime I call you stupid I mean that I like your stupid!" You rummaged in your bag for the Sake, "it means that you're adorable and cute and so, so unbelievably, awesomely stupid! And I do appreciate you. You save me all the time. I bought this for you, as a thank you" You gave him the extra large bottle of Sake.

Zoro's brows furrowed as the gears started turning in his head. "I didn't realize... I mean, I didn't think...why did you never say so before?"

"Don't know. You never really cared about anything besides swords and fighting." You shrugged.

"I...I do care, I just...I'm not so good with words." He held the bottle in his hands like he didn't know what to do with it.

He swallowed and looked at you. "You know, I think you're stupid, too. Really silly. The silliest person I've ever met." He laughed and you chimed in.

You felt a rush of relief and happiness wash over you. Maybe Zoro wasn't as clueless as you had thought. Perhaps he had his own way of expressing his feelings.

"Just to be sure...stupid means I like you" He whispered and invited you to sit with him. When you hopped on the barrell, he put his arm around you.

As you sat there by the water's edge, the two of you talked late into the night, sharing stories, laughter, and sake. The noise of the world around you faded into the background as you discovered a deeper connection with Zoro, one that went beyond the chaos of battles and adventures.

And in that moment, you realized that sometimes, the most meaningful conversations happened not in grand gestures, but in the quiet moments shared between two people who cared for each other deeply.

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Epilogue (because I don't want to leave Silk's character as the only evil female catty villain)

Zoro and you eventually made it back to the company house and shocked everyone, first and foremost poor Sanji, with your new found closeness. It would be a long road until you could say the l-word to each other, but whatever your now relationship was, it was good.

It would still be a few days until you could sail from water 7 and you enjoyed the commodities of the city, walking through the busy streets, window shopping.

A store with beautiful cloth caught your eye and you entered. You looked at the exquisite goods when you heard a shop clerk approach "can I help you?"

"No I'm just look-AHHH" your voice and face must have derailed when you found yourself looking at an equally shocked Silk. A moment of awkward silence followed where you saw that her eyes were swollen and she looked really tired.

"Uhm, hi Silk, how are you?" You stammered.

"You know. Not so good" Silk looked unnerved. "What do you want?"

"I didn't know you worked here" you were caught off guard. But now that Zoro was with you, the anger against her seemed childish and mean.

"I'm Sorry if I was mean to you before" you said, surprising the girl, "I was unfair."

"No, don't. I was...overreacting, too. I'm sorry" She said thoughtfully. "He didn't stop talking about you. Really annoying, like he was hung up on you. That's why I was so pushy" Tears pooled in her eyes again.

Helpless, you tried to comfort her.

"Don't...he's just a stupid, stupid man" you told her.

"I know. That's why I liked him" she said, voice breaking.

You guessed that you weren't the best person to comfort her now, so you decided to leave.

"I'm Sorry. I should go now" you said.

"Yeah. Bye" She forced a smile and waved.

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chaysreality222 · 4 months

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How To Get Your Shifting Motivation Back!

hey guys, it's c! it's been awhile since i posted. i've been so busy with my personal life that i've lost some of my motivation to shift. which is why i wanted to make a post about it, to tell you that it is completely normal. if you're feeling like how i do, let's gain back our motivation again together.

Something I want everyone to acknowledge is that it's okay to lose motivation about shifting. You're not going to be and feel motivated all the time and THAT'S NORMAL. It isn't because you're not interested in it anymore, you just really haven't made or had the time. If you're anything like me, you've just been genuinely busy and that's okay too.

Why I want you to acknowledge that is because (I'm not sure if this is a universal feeling but) you start to feel a sense of guilt. "If I made time to shift the past couple of nights, I would have finally made it to my dr", "I should've already finished my new dr script so I can shift", "everyone else has shifted except me because I'm not focused enough", "I'm taking so long to shift because I haven't made any time to". I'm sure all these thoughts and more have passed through our mind when we found ourselves in a unmotivated slump. The guilt + the lack of motivation just causes you to be more unmotivated.

I don't want you to feel guilty anymore, because you shouldn't be. Yes, you could've already shifted BUT you can also shift now. There's nothing that can stop you from doing that.

After coming down from the unmotivated spiral, you can finally move on. Now, here's the fun part to getting your motivation back! Here are some tips I think are helpful.

Tips to gain back shifting motivation:

Make a playlist. Gather all the songs that remind you of shifting, how it feels to finally shift to your desired reality, or how it will feel to finally meet the people in your dr.

Create a mood board. Find photos of people, places, and things that relate to your dr. This is a great way to help visualize. You can also add things that you want with you in your dr. (I personally use Pinterest).

Read. Find and read a book that is based on your desired reality. Get connected with your dr again. You can even read some of other people's shifting stories.

Watch a video, movie, or tv-show. Again, find something that is related to your desired reality. It's a great way to help you visualize your dr and everyone in it. You can also watch videos about other people's dr's or what they put in their script to gain more ideas.

Watch your favorite reality shifting content creators. Mine are generally Ati, Kort, Liz, Alexa, and Kay on tiktok. Watching their videos are inspiring and always motivate me to shift. They also have the greatest advice and stories as well!

Keep a healthy mindset about shifting. (This should've been the first tip). Anyways, your mindset is key. No beating yourself up about not shifting. No comparing your shifting experience to others. Definitely no telling yourself that you can't shift either!

That's genuinely what has helped me overcome many of my 'unmotivated to shift' phases. I'm really hoping that this helped some of you out- I know it helped me. Thanks for being here. As always, Happy Shifting!

xoxo, c.

#desired reality #prttygirlshifterclub #reality shifting #shifters #shiftblr #shifting motivation #shiftingblr #shifting #stars #star aesthetic #motivation

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coffeefiction · 1 year

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Love Binds (Wally x Reader) Pt 3

Here is Part 3, things are getting a bit interesting, it might be a bit confusing too, I forgot to mention that I like putting references on my work sooooooooo do keep a look out for that

Would they play a part in the story? We honestly don't know-

TW: Blood, Fire, character death(s), Angst

This page has been touched by the lonely, the spiral, the end, the desolation, and the eye, please be warned

To the people that wanted to have a happy part 3, I am so so sorry to disappoint you all-

Ps: I appreciate everyone's love for the story and their patience, sorry that it took a while to post part 3 but here it is and I hope you all enjoy!

(There is a song at some point but it is more there as a sort of guide for me that I did not took out, it's called "Youth" by Daughter, lovely song by the way)

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Weeks passed and Wally had never felt so numb, once a joyous man slowly spiral down into sadness and despair. Memories of you linger around his mind, walking like it owned the place and maybe it did...Maybe you had always that effect on him, it's no wonder how you guys hit it off instantly when you two found out that the other lived in the same neighborhood even though you two barely knew each other in college. You were always a force he wasn't scared to be around with....memories of your laughter and smiles toward him were something he cherish the most.......W̴̨̤̮̭͎̋͗ͅh̷͚́͠y̷̡̟̯̰̬̿͛́̔̔̚ ̵̖̉̿ï̶̡͎̩̃̑͒̚s̸͔̥̩̒ ̵̢͚͔̟̬̪̂̓͊͂̍͝í̵̝̗͂̍̂̕ţ̴̉̄͊̚̕ͅ ̶̼̘̜́s̵͉͈̝̑̏͂̒̔̕o̵͖̻̊̍͋̆̀̍ ̸̫̻̟͕̭̒̽̋͗̍̐h̵͚̎̿̚ḁ̵̢͔̩̗̪̈̃̐̋r̸̲͍̻̃͊d̴͚̮̤̣̓ ̴̻̺̻̥̞̏̑͒̍ͅt̶̩̦̟̃̉́o̶̦̩̝̪̳̮͑̒̃̓͠ ̷̤̮̼̽̇͒̾ȓ̴̗̗̬̞ͅḛ̵̼̯͒m̷̖͈̟̻̞̎͠e̸̪̥̅̃͘m̴̫̜͈̺̻͖̉̉̿̐̚b̷̞͚̟̫̩̌̅̿̆ẻ̸͈͓̱̙̫̠̈͆̇r̶͎͔͔̣̰̈́̈́?̵̨̻̩͙̟͉̌̄̿̍̀.̷̡̛̤̦̦̀̿͊̈́̆ͅ.̶̢͙̤̟̬̎͜.̶̨̟̭̙̰͎́͐̇̀͌

As time moves, regret and anger filled him, not towards you....never towards you...he...he cares too much to even direct that to you...

It was towards himself...He was careless, he lost you and he didn't even notice it, did not notice it until it was too late. He had reached a point where he refused to interact with anyone, just staying inside his home and wallowing in this sadness and grief he feels. When all of your friends found that, they were shocked then slowly....they realized the things he had realized...At first, they thought he was pulling a joke, but there was no laughter nor were there in smiles in the first place...

Wally's friends would try their best to get him to leave his home but after the second week, all had decided to leave Wally on his own, and let him process things at his own pace oddly enough, Wally appreciated that, he needed to process things, get his thoughts right.

But Veronica would visit him to check on him, she doesn't try to coax him out of his house but she would accompany him, making sure he doesn't feel lonely. Wally would allow it, welcoming his friend inside his home and the two would either talk or just sit in silence, a comfortable silence as Wally either paints or simply just sit down to gather his thoughts.

And the cycle would repeat, a routine he and Veronica had fallen in. He appreciated it, not saying he doesn't appreciate his other friends' efforts but he wants someone that wouldn't just make him pull himself together just cause. So Veronica just simply accompanying him was enough for him.

More time passes and he longs for you, he longs for that laughter of yours, your silly jokes, your presence. Why did everything end like this? How did everything end like this?...

He's not sure anymore...

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Shadows settle on the place that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

Wally stood in the middle of the room, looking at you. You stood in front of Wally with a sad look, hugging yourself as the room is filled with mist and fog, cradling you as if you were its child.

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line

Slowly, you turn you back on him, walking into the thick fog. He tried to grab you, follow you as the mist slowly engulf you. He called out your name, begging you to come back. With one final look at Wally, you walk into the fog, an acceptance to the situation you were in.

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Wally falls on his knees, sobbing and breathing heavily as the fog hugs him, cold and damp just as how he remembers. He cried out, wanting this feeling to stop. He falls on the hardwood floor as darkness clouded his vision.

Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

Shooting up, he gasp, looking around as smoke filled the room. Coughing, he tried to stand up and look around. The room was engulfed in fire. He called out to someone...a name he can't seem to remember...

Running up the stairs, looking and shouting a name he can't hear himself say but he's saying it, and his crying as he says it.

Pictures of people that he feels like he knows hang on the walls. One where there was a man and a woman with him, both seems to look just like him.

One was where it seem to be when he was young, barely seven...that's specific...

He ignored it, he ignore the photos that hang even if they felt familiar to him.

We are the reckless, we are the wild youth

He hears people shouting from the outside, begging him to get out, to leave the place but he continued. Looking from room to rom, he's begging.

Slowly, his visions blur once again. Falling down to his knees, coughing as smoke filled the room even more. Slowly he falls, hitting the floor once more.

Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth

Gasping as he awakens from another, he looks around. Rain falls and gray angry clouds filled the horizon. He called out someone's name as he stand up. He holds his shoulder, feeling pain in it like it has been stabbed or shot...Maybe it did? He can feel the blood and can smell it but why does it feel like it isn't his?...

He continues with his venture, walking and shouting someone's name once more. Who's name is he shouting?... He shakes his head, trying to clear away that blocking mist.

Slowly....he can hear the name he was shouting...

And slowly...he saw who he was looking for....

That one will die before he gets there

And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones

"(Y/N)!!" He shouted, running towards the body that lays on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he almost trips getting to you...

"no no no no no!" He pulled the cold body close to him, holding the wound that seems to spill blood everywhere....He feels tired too...

He called out your name, begged and cried for it, for you to wake up...Why aren't you waking up!?...

'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun

He held you close, sobbing and begging as the rain continues to fall down the the both of you. The forest was silent except for the rain. He look up and beg to whatever god is out there to bring you back...to take him instead of you...

"Please....."

"Not them....they all that I have left..."

We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this

And He was back to that house, people arguing as he hides behind the wall. He listens in.

"This is the problem, Wallace!! You are so paranoid!!"

"If I am paranoid then explain to me will you!!"

"Explain what exactly?! Explain that my husband is a paranoid lunatic?!"

"Who was that man you were with Willow..."

Silence fills the room as Wally looks into the kitchen where his mother and father were.

"Wallace, for the last time, he was just a friend!!"

"If he was a friend then why were you making out?! Willow for god sake! WE have been married for how long now exactly?! We have a son!!"

"THAT thing is not my son!!"

"Don't even start-"

"NO WALLACE!! THAT thing upstairs is not MY son!!"

Wally simply looks as the younger version of him runs upstairs, alerting the two, and was soon followed by the man he deems as his father, calling out his name and glaring at his nasty mother that had done nothing but insult and ridiculed him growing up.

Slowly, he walks away, going through a door. Ignoring the woman who decided to leave the stove open, ignoring as how the room was slowly engulfed with fire.

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget

He had lost sight of many things growing up, excused people's poor behavior towards himself till you came into his life, till you gave him a push that he needed to finally acknowledge that there was something wrong based on how he grew up. Years of friendship with you did him a good thing, a better thing, more than everyone in his life had done...

So why is it so hard to see you now?.....

My eyes are damp from the words you left Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

Tears once again fall down his face, damp by the words that leave his mind, he cried as he watches both the young version of himself and the one that lost you to a point where it felt like you died...

The ringing soon followed, as both begged for the person they love to come back, the person that accepted him as himself....

Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest

More ringing as he felt something inside of him shatter like a glass.

Cracking even more as he watches...

The fog was back, hugging and cradling him as if he was its son....this time he was alone...

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one

"Wally?"

He turns to the voice and there you sat down with him under the tree, up upon a cliff that overlooks the neighborhood you both live in. Up upon that cliff where he fell in more than one way...

"You alright there?"

Gentle as always, you ask him. He smiles at you, a loving one " I'm alright neighbor"

"Be honest with me Mister or I swear-" He laughs " Or what??" he tease as he nudges you, tempting you.

You simply rolled you eyes at him with a smile, leaning against him as you both look down at the neighborhood. He looks down at you, wanting and wishing to stay at this moment, a moment where it's just you and him, a moment where he still had you and you still had him.

But not everything can stay how he want it to be...

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The birds chirp from the outside, the sun was slowly rising up to greet the neighborhood. Wally rises up from his bed, rubbing his eyes as he stared outside tiredly. He lets out a heavy sigh, letting his hair fall down.

After a few minutes of staying in bed and debating with himself, he finally stood up and left the comfort of his bed. Walking to a door to get himself ready for the day while fixing a picture that hang on the wall as he walked by it.

A picture of you and Wally up upon a cliff, underneath a tree, overlooking the neighborhood.

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Chapter 19: Something to Hide

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“Sounds like now isn’t a good time.”

He must've heard the overlapping conversations. You look over your shoulder where Yanqing is eating with the rest of the kids. You face forward and walk to a quieter part of the yard.

“What do you want?”

"A chat. One that will work to your advantage. I know all about your little detective games, but you should stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. It won't do you any good."

"I don't know how much you know," you say flatly. "But, it sure sounds like you're scared of us finding out more, which means you have a lot to hide, don't you?"

He quietly scoffs. "As I said, let's have a chat… and you'll see why. It's about your dear 'ol Jing Yuan. Tell me... How much has he really told you about himself?"

This man’s bluffing. He’ll say anything and everything just to get the upper hand. You should know after all that you found out.

“You haven’t known each other for very long,” he continues.

Someone tugs at your shirt, and you look down and see Yanqing.

“...I'll give you until tonight to think about it.”

Then, the line goes dead.

You lift the phone away from your ear, and then Yanqing asks:

“Who was that?”

You give him a small, tight smile as you slip your phone into your pocket. “No one. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh… Okay. Well, I saved you some food!”

You follow Yanqing back to the table, determined not to let the conversation get the best of you. But you can still hear that man’s voice in the back of your mind:

“...Tell me... How much has he really told you about himself?”

You’re eating the food Yanqing got you when one of the moms comes up beside you. “I’ve never seen you around here before… Where are you from?”

“The city.”

You’re about to take a bite of a mini bread roll when she asks, “Is that where you met Jing Yuan?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well, it’s just… he met his ex-wife in the city through a mutual friend. I was so shocked it didn’t work out. They were such a loving couple, and—”

“You seem to be very interested in his life.”

"Ah, well…" You know she's uncomfortable when she breaks the awkward eye contact. "He seems like a great guy, and—"

"He is."

"Oh, I didn't mean that he wasn't! We were classmates, you know. We pretty much grew up together. And I just..." She gets the hint when you go back to eating your food without even looking at her anymore. You hear her walk away, and then you take a bite of your food.

“Hey.” Seels walks up to you with a small plate of her own. “Hope you still have some of your sanity left.”

“I’d rather deal with the kids than the parents if I’m being honest,” you mutter.

Seele chuckles. “Pros and cons to both.” She subtly nods at the woman who has just spoken to you. “Was she asking you about Jing Yuan?”

“How did you know?”

"She likes to brag that she was classmates with him. Weird flex, considering he's not a celebrity, and all of us pretty much know him."

“Yeah, well, it’s cause he’s rich.” You turn to the other side and see Bronya sipping orange juice from a wine glass. “Don’t judge.”

“Where can I get one?”

Bronya chuckles. “Comin’ right up.” She puts her glass on the counter.

"I want one, too," Seele says.

Just then, you feel your phone buzz inside your pocket.

General: I’m on my way.

"Jing Yuan's coming?" Seele asks just as Bronya returns with two wine glasses and a tub of orange juice.

“Yeah.”

“Well, the man’s got fifteen minutes before the party’s officially over,” Bronya says, filling the glasses.

Once she passes you a glass, you ask, “Do you mind if I ask how the two of you met?”

"We were at the same orphanage." Well, you aren't expecting that. "We met when we were like… seven in Xianzhou. Got adopted by different families."

"We went our separate ways for years before we somehow ended up working at the same company together," Seele says.

“That definitely sounds like fate,” you say.

“We didn’t know at first,” Bronya says, chuckling. “We even got off on the wrong foot.”

"She accused me of the one stealing snacks from the lounge." Seele rolls her eyes. "Proved my innocence later by presenting evidence."

“How did you two end up back here?”

"We were caught up in the massive layoffs that one year." Bronya finishes her orange juice. "The job market was hell on earth, and after months of looking we just… stopped."

“To clarify, we thought that taking a mental break would help us get our energy back,” Seele says. “So, we came up here for vacation. Loved it. And thought…”

“Hey, why don’t we start a business together?”

“And that’s how we started a mechanic business.”

“Just like that?" you ask. "Wow. What a jump! From corporate to mechanic.”

"I work on the vehicles," Bronya says. Then, she nods toward Seele. "She does all the business and administrative stuff. It really was an interesting jump," Bronya says, "but it was related. Our last job was with a company producing electric cars."

“Still…” You and Bronya turn to Seele who’s looking at the counter. “There are times when I miss the corporate life though.”

“I called her crazy,” Bronya whispers to you. “There’s so much freedom in running your own business and doing your own thing.”

"I never said it was bad," Seele says. "Just… It felt pretty daunting in the beginning. But after things settled down, we adopted Clara, and continued hustling from there."

"Um… How did you cope with that, if I may ask? You know... the insecurity and uncertainty in the beginning?"

Bronya looks at you curiously, but it's Seele who asks, "Is this just out of curiosity or are you looking for advice?"

The sound of the doorbell echoes throughout the house.

"That must be our guest of honour," Bronya says loudly. "Didn't all you people want to see Jing Yuan?"

Some kids and parents follow Seele to the door.

As soon as she opens the door, she says, “Good to see you, Jing Yuan.”

“I hope I’m not too late.” He holds up a small present. “I thought Clara might like this.”

“Dad!”

“Hi, Jing Yuan!”

You watch as some kids surround him like he’s a celebrity. He affectionately ruffles Yanqing's hair and politely greets everyone else before his eyes land on you.

Seele gestures for Clara to come up. "Come look at what Uncle Jing Yuan got you, Clara."

Jing Yuan crouches as Clara shyly walks up to him. “U-Um, hello.”

“Happy birthday, Clara.”

She takes the gift with both hands and says, “T-Thank you.”

"Why are you suddenly so shy?" Seele asks, putting her hand on Clara's shoulder. "You've seen him plenty of times."

Clara looks up at her mom and quietly says, “...But not this close.”

Seele laughs. “And what does he look like up close?”

Clara is looking down when she quietly says, “...Handsome.” Then, she quickly runs off with some of the kids, including Yanqing, running after her.

Jing Yuan stands as Seele says, “Thanks for the gift.” She laughs. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

Everyone else starts walking back into the living room, but Jing Yuan walks with you. You’re itching to bring up what Caelus’s uncle said to you, but now isn’t the time nor the place. So, you do your best to shrug off the thought before it eats you alive.

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“He wouldn’t kill someone.” March scrolls to the next page and continues her dramatic reading of Welt’s manuscript. “I’ve known him far longer than you have, my dear. The detective that you’ve grown to love… Has a dark side eating away at him every. Single. Day…” She looks up. “The periods really give it that extra oomph.”

The trio are sitting in their cabin living room, taking a rest day as it's forecasted to rain. Almost thirty minutes ago, it had been just March and Dan Feng. They were playing a board game as their friends were holed up in their rooms. Welt—with his laptop—was the first to emerge from his den and had asked his friends to read the latest plot twist in his novel.

"So, what comes next?" Dan Feng asks. "Don't tell me our Ms. Femme Fatale is just going to leave our ace detective after all they've been through."

“Yeah, don’t leave us hanging, Welt!”

Welt takes his laptop from March and puts it on the table. “The story will get there.”

Dan Feng has a little smile when he asks, "Is that code for 'Sorry, guys. I have no idea what's next. Still figuring that out?"

“No spoilers.”

"Whatever it is… I just need a happy ending!" Then, March sees Dan Heng coming downstairs. "Look who decided to come out of hibernation. What have you been doing all morning?"

“...Researching schools.”

Welt and March glance at each other before looking at Dan Feng. Ever since lunch with you and Jing Yuan, March hasn’t seen the brothers talk. When Welt noticed something was wrong, March explained what had happened.

"Have you decided on one?" Then, Dan Heng says the name of the most prestigious university in the nation. "Why am I not surprised?" March asks.

“Go big or go home,” Welt adds. “But, they’d be crazy not to take you.”

"I've already started my application," Dan Heng says, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Hopefully, I can make it for their winter semester."

Dan Heng has just closed the fridge when his brother asks:

"How long is the program?"

Silence.

He looks around the room. "What? Everyone else is allowed to ask questions but me?"

“Two years, part-time. One year, full-time.” Dan Heng walks over. “...Is there a date for your surgery?”

“It’d be around the same time you start your semester… if you get in.”

March sighs. “Why can’t you two just hug it out like real men?”

“Oh, I don’t know, March. Maybe it’s cause my brother has cooties.”

Dan Heng sits next to Welt. “...What’s going on between you two?”

March and Dan Feng look at each other. “What do you mean?” she asks.

Welt closes his laptop. "I sensed it, too. Something seems… different about you two."

“Oh, I get it.” March’s quick laugh turns into a deadpan look. “I might’ve gotten a few wrinkles because this guy”—she hits Dan Feng’s leg—”is like an adult child who can’t take care of himself.”

“Me? Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself?”

Dan Heng sighs. “Why can’t you two just hug it out like a real couple?”

March and Dan Feng turn to him with an appalled look.

“Why is your face turning red, March?” Welt asks.

"It's not!"

Dan Heng and Welt smile at each other.

Then, March quickly stands. "...I'm going out to buy some drinks before it really starts to pour." She walks beside Welt. "Come with me."

“Me? Uh, okay.” Welt stands and looks at the brothers. “Want us to get you anything?”

“Skittles frappucinno.”

March looks slightly disgusted at Dan Feng's request. "What in the world is that? Sounds like diabetes in a cup."

“It’s you if you were a drink.”

“...Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Welt asks quietly.

“Anything for the cooler brother?” March asks, looking at Dan Heng and Dan Feng almost rolls his eyes.

“I’m good.”

“Well, shoot a text if you want us to get you anything.”

Then, Welt and March are out the door.

After a short silence, Dan Heng says, “...I understand why you’re upset. I would be, too, but—”

“I get it.” Dan Feng isn’t looking at his brother. “I’d hate it if you forced yourself to do something you don’t want to do. Everyone suffers that way.” A small pause. “...I’ll cheer you on.”

“...And I’ll do the same for you.”

“Cheer me on for what? Recovery?” Dan Feng waves his hand dismissively. “If you’re going to do that, might as well be my butler while I recover.”

“Are you sure you don’t want that job to go to March?”

“Listen, that girl will probably be flying to a different country this same time next year.”

“...Is that why you want to stay friends with her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Dan Heng says as his brother looks away. Then, Dan Heng stands. “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” He walks to the kitchen but stops halfway and looks over his shoulder. “...I know you aren’t looking for advice, but I’m going to say it for March’s sake. Talk to her. At least, there’ll be no misunderstandings.”

Dan Heng knows his brother likes to poke fun at his advice, but this time he remains silent.

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Yanqing is asleep in the backseat when Jing Yuan is driving back to the bed and breakfast.

“...Caelus’s uncle called me today,” you say, after making sure Yanqing’s still asleep.

“What did he want?”

“A chat. He didn’t go into details… No surprise there. But, he mentioned you.” A small pause. “...He asked me how well I really knew you, and how much you told me about yourself.”

You don’t know, but there’s a quiet anger that’s bubbling beneath Jing Yuan’s calm exterior. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised that Caelus’s uncle is trying to interfere with his relationship.

“I obviously know better than to just believe him, but I admit it’s been bothering me and…”

“...It’s what he wants.” Jing Yuan takes your hand that’s resting on your lap. “...And, I think I know what he’s going to say.”

You turn to him, surprised. Hang on. Does this mean there is a secret? Neither of you gets a chance to say anything when Yanqing yawns.

“What did I miss?” he asks sleepily.

“Nothing.”

Yanqing looks from you to Jing Yuan but doesn’t say anything and looks out the window. Then, your phone buzzes, and you pull it out.

Have you decided?

You glance at Jing Yuan, and then another message comes.

Time's ticking.

You had to resist blocking this number.

“This is getting fucking ridiculous,” you mutter.

“What is it?”

Jing Yuan pulls up to the bed and breakfast, and Yanqing asks, “Are we walking Mom back?”

You turn around and put on your best smile. “Shall we go?”

Once Jing Yuan parks the car and all of you step out, Yanqing goes on ahead. You quickly show Jing Yuan the ominous text, and he says:

“...I’m going to call him.”

There’s an anger in his voice that you cannot explain. A lion ready to pounce. A dragon awakening. Whatever it is, it’s reflected in his glare.

It doesn’t take long for the line to go through.

“What’s taking so long?” You quickly walk up to Yanqing, preventing him from getting close enough to hear the heated conversation. “...Why does Dad look so angry?”

You crouch and gently turn Yanqing’s head toward you. “Don’t worry. He’s dealing with a customer.”

“O-Oh…”

“Everything will be fine. Trust Mom, okay?”

Yanqing slowly nods and hugs you.

When you hear footsteps approaching you, you turn and see Jing Yuan. But, another voice comes:

“Yanqing.”

You stand upright as Jing Yuan’s ex and her fianceé walk up to you. Yanqing looks from his birth mother to you and back to her.

Her fianceé looks at Jing Yuan. “...Wasn't expecting to see you here, but thanks for taking care of that problem earlier.”

Problem?

You turn to him, and Jing Yuan says, “A guest was causing issues for everyone else.”

Then, his ex looks at you. “...Has he contacted you yet?”

"So, you were the one who gave him my number," you say flatly.

“Wow. What’s going on?” March and Welt are walking together, and as they get closer, you see Welt carrying a small bag of drinks. “This can’t be a family outing, right?”

"What did he want with you?" Jing Yuan asks his ex. "...Just her number?"

March and Welt glance at each other, and then she leans over. “Hey, Yanqing, let’s leave them with the boring adult talk.” She reaches into the bag and pulls out a snack. “Let’s eat on our way back.”

Yanqing runs to March and says, “Oh, but I’m not hungry. I just came from a birthday party.” “A birthday party? Whose?”

March and Yanqing start walking ahead, and Welt follows close behind.

Jing Yuan’s ex looks at him. “Yes. That was all he asked about.”

“...Why are you asking?”

Her fianceé had just come out of the bathroom, and he saw her on the phone.

“We’re on the same side,” Caelus’s uncle said.

She knew it was a dumb question, but she still had to ask:

“What are you going to do?”

“Is it just me, or does it sound like you’re worried about your ex’s girlfriend? That’s a rare sight amongst women.” Then, a soft chuckle. “I’m not going to do anything to her if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m going to put an end to this once and for all.”

By turning you against Jing Yuan?

Jing Yuan has the same thoughts when he says, "He's threatening me and aiming to put her in a difficult position." Then, his sharp gaze lands on his ex. “He’s also going to get you involved.”

“Me…? With what? What could he possibly threaten you with? Don’t tell me it has something to do with Yanqing.”

“No.” Jing Yuan looks at her. “And for Yanqing’s sake, you won’t go along with whatever he says because it’ll end up destroying all of us.”

You slide your hand in his, and Jing Yuan turns to you. It’s written all over your face. Worry. Frustration. Confusion. Only he has the answers, and as much as he doesn’t want to hide anything from you, a part of him is afraid of what you will think after he tells you more about his past. Will you blame him just like he once blamed himself? Will you turn your back on him and walk away?

“I heard my name.”

“Geez, Yanqing,” you hear March say as she runs towards the group. “Don’t go running off like that!” Welt is walking behind her.

“They're too slow!” Yanqing turns toward his dad. “What are you talking about?”

You and Jing Yuan glance at each other, and then you say, “We... were talking about how we’re going to take you on vacation with us. March was the one who suggested it.”

March points to herself with mild confusion.

Jing Yuan nods. “It got postponed because Dan Feng went to see Luocha about his shoulder.”

“Ah!" March makes a fist and hits it against her palm. "Yeah, that’s right.”

Yanqing looks from March to Jing Yuan and then to you. “...A vacation? Really?”

“You don’t believe us?” you ask.

“It didn’t sound like you were talking about a vacation.”

The fianceé sighs. “It’s because we wanted to spend time with you.”

You and Jing Yuan turn to him, surprised that he’s playing along.

“...That’s right,” the ex adds. She crouches and puts her hands on her son’s shoulders. “...I miss you, Yanqing. I miss spending time with you.”

He steps back, and the hurt is obvious on her face. But, it’s only for a moment.

“...You're just saying that to get me to go back to the city. But, I don’t want to go back,” he says, not looking at her. “Not forever.”

She exhales softly and asks, “...Are you happy, Yanqing? Are you happy with Jing Yuan and…” She looks at you. “...Her?”

"Yes!" A small pause. “You keep saying that you want to keep me in the city because of my future… but I’m happy right now.”

“...While it’s important to think about the future, it’s just as if not more important to cherish the present.”

March gently nudges Welt. “Stop trynna act all philosophical.”

Jing Yuan’s ex sighs. “...Alright. I understand. But, if you ever change your mind… you know that Mom’s door is always open." A small pause. "Can I get a hug?”

Yanqing takes one step forward, hesitates for a moment, but then walks up and hugs her.

“Is it just me, or did this turn in a direction we never saw coming?” March asks quietly.

“...Just let it be,” you whisper, and Jing Yuan nods.

Eventually, you, Jing Yuan, and Yanqing are walking together towards your cabin. Occasionally, Yanqing runs ahead, leaving you and Jing Yuan at the back.

Jing Yuan’s hand finds yours, and as you turn to him, he says:

“...About what I said earlier, Caelus’s uncle wants you to pick a side."

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you tighten your grip around his hand. “About that… You said earlier that he’s going to try to put me in a difficult position. What… What did you mean? What’s going on?”

“...Before I left my position as Director, I had a friend interested in taking over my position.”

Jing Yuan and his friend from university were finally catching up on life. His friend had invited him over, and the two men were currently seated adjacent to each other. But what Jing Yuan thought was a reunion between two friends quickly turned into a conversation that would haunt him.

“...So, you’re leaving your company,” he said.

“That’s right.”

His friend cleared his throat. “Have they decided on who’s going to take your place?” He awkwardly scratched his head. " I’m actually looking for another job, and, well…” He didn’t need to go on for Jing Yuan to know where this was going. “...Okay, I’m just going to say it. Could you, well, could you refer and put in a good word for me? That’s allowed, right? Because…”

The rest fell on deaf ears as his friend rambled on and on about how he needed this job, but Jing Yuan didn’t need to hear more because…

“You wouldn’t want to be there.”

His friend stopped talking. “Why not?”

Jing Yuan sighed. “It’s… not as clean as you’d think if you know what I mean.”

“...Are people making up numbers or something?” Then, he lowered his voice. “Is the company losing money? Is that the real reason why you’re leaving?”

“No,” Jing Yuan answered flatly. “There are practices that you wouldn’t want to abide by.”

“...Please, Jing Yuan.” This was a response that Jing Yuan wasn’t expecting. “I… could really use the help.”

Your heart is slowly sinking to your stomach as you listen.

“...I told him the consequences,” Jing Yuan says. “But, he was desperate because of his family’s financial situation.”

“Did you refer him?”

Your phone buzzes. You and Jing Yuan glance at each other before you take out your phone. It buzzes again. Now, you have a message from Kafka and Herta with the same worrying content:

CEO of The Knights B&B accused of ruining a man’s life nearly a decade later

Chapter 20

End notes:

We've finally reached the climax. I was going to end this with a cute little scene where Jing Yuan asks Yanqing if he wants to give you a goodnight kiss. But I decided on this instead.

I think I should just make the grand finalé with someone giving Caelus's uncle a good 'ol punch to the face. Man gets arrested and call it a day LOL

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Love Is An Unfamiliar Name (pt. 2)

Snacks

Wordcount: 1,9 k

Warnings: none

A/N: hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

PART ONE

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Few months had passed since THAT NIGHT, you had finished two short movie scores. Like many composers, you occasionally played with a band, starting out as a sound engineer intern during your music bachelor's degree. It was during this time that you met the group who would later invite you to become their bass player for live shows. Almost fifteen years down the line, there you were, laying down bass lines for their next album.

As the session ended, you reached for your water bottle when your bandmate, Tim, called out to you. "Hey there, kiddo. I know you're taking some time off soon. Can I count on you for the upcoming tour? I'm planning just a few shows so I can spend more time with the kids," he mentioned while packing his gear.

"Timmy, you know I'll be there! By June, I should have everything wrapped up so we can start post-production," you assured him. Tim happened to be Amy's husband, whom you introduced, and they had been together for nearly a decade.

"When are you leaving?" he inquired.

"Next Monday, I'm off to Alberta, then back to LA for a few days, off to Paris, then back to Canada, and on and on," you explained.

"The way you put it, it sounds like just a month or two," Johnny chimed in.

"Come on! I don't know why you're talking like that. Most of your work will be in post-production," you retorted, playfully pushing him. Johnny, a master in sound effects, was also part of your team, along with Tim, who excelled in translating emotions into music. Tim, however, would be less involved this time due to his newborn daughter. While he would assist on set some days, you had planned most of his work for the final score during post-production.

"I'll admit, I'm just as nervous as you are," Johnny confessed. "Things are getting real now."

"It sure is, and you're both in this with me. If you mess up, I'll fire you with no mercy," you teased, laughing.

"Remember when we met this girl man, she was 20-something, sitting shy behind a board working on synthesizers? Years later, she's our boss in the cinematographic world." Tim beamed proudly, resembling an older brother.

"Well, you know I'm here because you never let me fall," you expressed gratefully, recalling how they had always supported you as if you were their little sister, even during your toughest times.

"Oh, I forgot how cute and loving you can be sometimes." Johnny embraced you, joined by Jim and Lucas, the drummer who had just entered the room, unaware of the conversation.

"What would I do without you guys?" You chuckled, feeling a sense of belonging, and these guys made it feel like home.

—-

On Sunday, you began packing your luggage, gathering everything you needed to feel comfortable in the hotel that would serve as your Canadian residence for the coming months.

Monday morning, you double-checked everything once again before meeting Jenny at the airport around 2:00 PM to catch your flight, realizing the scale of the project as the entire crew was set to travel on a private flight.

Spotting Jenny amidst a small group at the airport, you recognized familiar faces from the sound department. While conversing with your new colleagues and waiting to check in, you headed to the self-service area for snacks when a familiar voice caught your attention from behind.

"Just make sure not to take the Reese's, Mrs. Coordinator," the voice teased.

"I'm more of an M&M's kind of girl," you retorted playfully. "You can have it all; it’s not like I care... - Pedro," you replied, turning to face him.

"Wow, you can be quite rude sometimes. Has anyone ever told you that?" Pedro seemed taken aback.

"That's just my way of showing affection," you quipped, attempting to break the ice, the joke clear in your mind.

"Like a hedgehog, huh? Got it, Sonic," Pedro replied, retrieving his items. The mention of Sonic brought a smile to your face.

"Sonic?" you questioned.

"Yeah, the hedgehog, Mrs. Coordinator," he continued teasing.

"Please, stop calling me that," you insisted.

"Sonic?" Pedro teased again.

"You're incredibly annoying, has anyone ever told you that?" You fired back.

"A few times, but at least I don’t jump to conclusions about someone else's personality," Pedro responded, a hint of a smile appearing as he took a sip of water.

"What's the matter, dude?" Your feisty side emerged. "I already apologized for that, and now you're going to keep bringing this up every chance you get?" He was right; you can be very rude. "I mean... I'm not... I...

"Nothing's wrong." Pedro's smile faded. "I thought you'd be okay with a joke about a stupid situation, one that, let's be clear, you created. Yes, I brought it up as a joke for the first and last time… ‘cause it seems we have different senses of humor," he continued earnestly. You found yourself agreeing with him, but you were too proud to give up.

"Alright, maybe we do have different humors. And you were the one who called me rude in the first place." You knew this time you sounded like a neglected child.

"Did I lie?"

"No," you conceded, trying not to sound stubborn. "But since we're going to be working together, perhaps we should try to understand each other better. I was joking about the Reese's incident, you know." You sounded just like your therapist now. “…And”

"FINALLY, THERE YOU ARE! May and I have been wandering around like two old ladies looking for their cats," Jenny chimed in, appearing out of nowhere like an angel to save you from yourself.

"Hey Jennifer, how's it going?" Pedro greeted her with a hug that got you thinking. You don’t hug Jenny quite as often as you should. "We were just discussing how we're going to make things work."

"Sure, we were," you muttered, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

"Ah, I see you've already experienced this girl's unique sense of humor," Jenny remarked, trying to lighten the mood. Though her comment irritated you, you knew she meant well.

"Unfortunately, he has, Jen," you replied, attempting to sound nice.

"Jenny, have you ever heard the phrase 'all bark, no bite'? It seems like your friend here fits that bill," Pedro observed with a cynical smile, not in a malicious way but more like a curious mind pondering your next move. Was he provoking you? You got confused...

"I can bite, but only if you ask nicely," you retorted, catching him off guard. His cheeks flushed, Jenny chuckled, and she made her way to the self-service area.

"What happened, ‘Mr. I have an answer to everything’? Cat got your tongue?" You teased him, noting his silence as he processed your response. You started to feel a bit foolish.

"Talking to you is truly a rollercoaster," Pedro remarked, attempting to sound confident, though you noticed his hand twitching. "That's a compliment, Sonic. Before you decide to pounce on me," he added shyly and genuinely. What just happened? Why did you do this to someone who isn’t your usual type? Well, you might be a wooden heart, but certainly you’re not dead.

"See you around then?" He regained his confidence. "All bark, no bite."

You were on the verge of responding that you hoped not, but before you could, he approached you and gently patted your shoulder, his hand resting there for a moment. A surge of electricity shot through your body so swiftly that you felt like a supernova had just exploded within you. Startled, you stepped back, fear creeping in. What was happening?

"Hey?" He looked confused. "Are you okay?"

You nodded in affirmation, and he smiled, remarking, "Quick reflexes, huh?”

This time, you were caught off guard. Physical touch was something you weren’t used to. Your body language resembled that of a feral cat—life had shaped you into this defensive creature. Earth Calling.

"Haha," you attempted to maintain the cool facade you had two minutes ago, "Isn't speed one of Sonic's powers?"

"I guess it is.”

"Well, are we cool then?" you asked, a hint of confusion in your voice.

"Why wouldn't we be?" he responded.

"Pedro, we just..."

"It's okay," he reassured, moving closer as you instinctively stepped back, clutching your pack of peanut butter M&M's like a protective talisman. "Hey, it's really okay. You've said what you needed to say, and I've done the same. We're cool." Sensing your anxiety, he urged, "Trust me."

"Okay, I think we should head back.” You said. “Jenny and May are probably feigning indecision over their purchases to make sure we don’t kill ourselves," you suggested, opening your M&M's pack. He observed your delicate movements, ensuring the package remained intact.

"I’m sure of that... Just like how Jenny watches out for you, May prevents me from fucking things up," Pedro remarked with a laugh.

"Two grown adults with their babysitters," you joked, glancing over his shoulder at Jenny and May. You signaled for them to join you and Pedro, as he turned and did the same.

"Hey, Hi!" May approached you enthusiastically. "I couldn't believe it when Pedro said he'd be working with you! I don't want to sound like a fangirl, but I love your music work! The last score you created was fantastic, and your work with Mended Fragments... I can't wait to see you guys perform live again!"

"Oh, uh, thank you... May," you replied, extending your hand. "I'm truly grateful to hear that,” you said shyly. “I must admit, I still don’t how to act in these situations, but I genuinely appreciate it." Your skin flushed with warmth. “We will play some gigs next year, i can get you some cool spots if you want”

"Really???" She was trying to hide how starstruck she was.

"Wow, enjoy it, May.” Pedro said, “She wasn't this friendly to me when we first met, and I told her I was a fan of her work. The very same day she called me the 'Game of Thrones guy.'" In that final sentence, he glanced at you like a cat poised to knock a cup of water off a table. He was teasing you, and he wanted you to know that.

This time, you didn't take the bait. Instead, you quipped, "You were on a date, Pedro, and my morals weren't the best that night. I'd rather not risk it." You chuckled, while Jenny smirked by his side.

"Come on!" He said it, feigning disappointment. "I thought we were due for another discussion," he glanced at you, "boriiiing."

"Guys, let's go. We have a flight to catch," May interjected, sensing the tension. The four of you made your way to meet the rest of the crew. Taking a seat beside Jenny, you found yourself smiling, and Jenny looked surprised at you.

"It's been a while since I've seen this," she remarked, her expression bright.

"See what?"

"This very one smile," she said, flashing her teeth.

"I'm not—"

"I'm not smiling. I don't feel anything. I'm the ice queen," she cut in, teasingly imitating you. "Everyone, look at how mean and bad I am." She continued…

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you responded, laughing and looking at the surroundings to ensure no one was paying attention.

"If anything happens between you two, you owe me 1000 bucks."

"Make it 2000, because nothing's going to happen. Deal?"

"Deal. I'm thrilled at the thought of being $2000 richer without doing anything."

"Keep dreaming," you retorted, picking up a book to read and acknowledging silently that she kind of had a point.

Fool.

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٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ 18.We must stay focused brothers

TW- Some drug use mentioned.

You ring the bell to apartment 11 nervously, you hadn't been here since last year when Childe threw that end-of-year party. You recoil at the memory of you and Kazuha in the bathroom doing...Not so fun substances. You dreaded if Childe ever threw another party now Scaramouche was back. Your thoughts were cut short as the door was swung open,

"Oh, you're actually on time." He stood before you in a baggy white top and grey sweatpants. Oh boy, this was gonna be a long day.

"I was late once Scara, pack it in," You said, brushing past him and leaning down to take off your shoes,

"You walked?" He asked, looking outside.

"No shit Sherlock, I can't drive"

"I was going to offer to drive you back, but not with that attitude" He walked past you and headed to the living room and sat in front of the coffee table, with the work laid out in front of him.

“Damn…Childe hasn't changed this place one bit” You sat on the floor, opposite Scaramouche and reached to get out your laptop, placing it on the table in front of you.

“When was the last time you were here?” He looked down at you as he spoke,

“Oh it was the last party he threw, maybe 6 months ago at the end of term…right before you showed up”

He hummed in response, typing away at his computer.

“Where is Childe?” You asked

“The idiot went out for something, and said he'd be back later”

You nodded and tried to get to work, but your gaze kept wandering back to Scaramouche, how he sat with his legs slightly apart, his smooth hands tapping away, His sweatpants tight around his- Nope, na nah, end that train of thought right now and get to work. You shook your head, but not before taking a quick photo for Twitter.

It was a few hours in now. Like all of your previous meet-ups, you occasionally traded notes and the odd joke here and there. It felt nice, just to sit comfortably in each other's presence and work together. There was a large part of you that really didn't want this project to be over, but there were only a few weeks left. You just hoped that you guys could be friends after. Scaramouche stopped typing, and looking down at where you were sitting,

“We've done a lot today…we can leave it there for now”

“Oh, ok” You nodded, shutting down your laptop and gathering your things, “Are we still good to do Monday?” He stood up and stretched, arms reaching above his head. You gulped. Only holy thought Y/N, please.

“Yeah I can meet you after shift”

“Awesome. Don't go ghosting me again then” You giggled slightly, but the tone of the room quickly dropped, Scaramouche looked down, crossing his arms.

“Yeah. You'll never let me live that one down.” You laughed awkwardly, trying to save the atmosphere you guys had,

“Come on Scara, it was a joke!” He looked up at you,

“Is it though? Because it seems like a thinly veiled jab to get at me for the past. Just grow up and move on Y/N” You looked down, defeated.

“Oh…”

“Just go. I'm not dealing with your fucking guilt trips right now” He turned away, trying to occupy his mind with anything but the conversation in front of him.

“Right…I'll see you then. I guess…” He didn't say a word after that, you quickly gathered your things before leaving the building, with one thought in both of your minds - Fuck. I just fucked up.

Previous . Next . Masterlist

Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya University. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

A/N.- A very long chapter I know, but I do really love this one! I wanted to post another since last chapter was short!

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lilydaisylily · 1 month

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I Love you (part 3)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Y/N (reader)

Hi lovely readers! Here comes part 3 for this series and I really hope you'll enjoy it! If you have some spare time, would really appreciate it if you can hit like and repost this post so other reader can read it too! Love you lots!✨️

Happy reading!✨️

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Jessica fucking Thompson.

You knew that voice anywhere. The very voice that always there to take whatever it is that belongs to you, but always so fucking unlucky for every second of the time. Thank heavens for that.

"Y/N! What a coincident! What are you doing here?" Jessica ask you with a very annoying high pitch voice.

"Do I look like I'm here to cook, Jessica?" You swear she'll annoys you to death by just breathing.

"Aww, don't be like that! Looks like you hurt your hand with, let me think, umm like some kind of an acid accident? How unfortunate." A wicked glint flashes in Jessica's eyes as she eyeing your injury, gloating for your bad luck.

So she's the mastermind here. How predictable.

Sometimes you wonder how on earth does this stupid human being can live and kicking until today, unscattered and happy? Who in their right mind will casually admitting to their crime in broad daylight? You really don't know what kind of good deed she did in her past life to be blessed with this life that she have today.

On the other hand, being a sharp person that she is, Rebecca swiftly turn on her phone recording rightly after she noticed Jessica coming towards you a few second ago. She have this hunch that it will be worth it to record your conversation. Hence, the unofficial confession from the villain has been recorded successfully.

Taking your silent as a yes, Jessica continues to provoke your emotion, "Looks like I'm right, 'ey? Aww poor Y/N! Have you cried to Cheollie about this yet? Oh, wait! You guys are not together anymore, right? Oh my god, I am so sorry! Double boohoo for you, Y/N!"

Before you can even retort her, Jessica continue, "You know what Y/N, you better stop pestering Cheollie from now on because," she paused her word for a second as she look down on her stomach and caressing it gently before she carry on, "Well, because he's going to be the father to our child! I'm pregnant with Cheollie's child, Y/N! It's wonderful, isn't?" Armed with a lovely and gentle smile as her disguise, the bomb of a news that she throws at you makes your heart shattered completely, making you feel empty inside like a broken doll.

"What did you just say?" You can't help it but to question her again, as you're unwilling to believe the news you just heard.

"I'm pregnant with Cheollie's child, silly Y/N! Well, it's just been for like, 3 weeks old, but-" you cannot bring yourself to listen to the rest of her words as you cut her off with an emotionless 'congratulation' and make a bee-line towards your car outside the ER. Rebecca silently followed you out, not missing the evil, psycho grin from Jessica after you left.

"You've got the recording, right?" You asked Rebecca once you both boarding the car. "Yes, President. I'll settle this matter as soon as possible."

"Good. Make sure she reap a dozen of what she sow this time. I think I had enough of her antics in this life." You gave her your final sentence grudgingly while holding onto your injured hand.

"Boss, we found her. She just came out from AV Hospital after her appointment with an O&G specialist. We've looked into the system and found out that," a little hesitation coming from the other side of the line before gathering their courage to continue the report, "well, we discovered that Jessica is currently bearing a child, about 3 weeks old."

There you have it. The deathly report has been conveyed to the hell king and its only a matter of time for the hell to break loose.

"Find out who's the father is no matter the method and don't let this news spread, especially not to Y/N. If she come to realize this because of your incompetant, you know whats coming for you." Before Seungcheol got their acknowledgement on their new mission, his henchmen disclose the information he dreaded the most where you already knew the pregnancy news from none other than Jessica herself.

An eerie silence from Seungcheol's side makes them break into a very cold sweat.

All hell will break loose soon indeed.

"I can work anywhere I want, right? Right Becca?" Your ride from the hospital has been masked with a serene silence until you broke it by asking the question out of the blue.

"Of course, President. Wherever you are, I'll tag along and do my best to assist you." Determined to stay by your side, Rebecca will go anywhere with you as long as you bring her along. That's her promise when she started her service in your company.

"No, Becca. I need you to stay here, to keep all the staff in check for me. I won't be out for long, maybe a couple of months, or maybe a year, top." Smiling, you carry on with your words, "I think my heart needs some healing I never knew I needed, Becca. And its definitely not here." A stream of tears gushing out from your eyes as you can't seem to hold back your sadness any longer. Rebecca can't help it but to engulfed you into the tighest hug ever as a way to console you, even for a little while.

You asked the driver to drop you off at Mingyu's house and once again, you can't keep your tears in when he's already standing tall on his yard, barefoot and looking anxious while waiting for you. He streched his long legs towards your side and give you a big bear hug that you deserve. Rebecca bow respectfully to you both and quietly leave you with Mingyu as she knew you are in good hands.

After Mingyu heard the shocking revelation from you, he can't help but to narrated a long, colourful curses to both Seungcheol and Jessica for doing this to you.

"I swear I'll give them a piece of my mind when we meet up. Gosh, this is so frustrating! What's in his mind that he have the heart to treat you like this?!" Said Mingyu while angrily chopping poor potatoes and tomatoes to make you some of your favourite hot soup of his. His cooking has never ceased to amaze you and you love every single thing about it.

You both take your seat at the dining table once Mingyu finished his cooking. Gosh, his cooking definitely a precious gift from the heaven. "Gyu, may I ask you a favour?" You meekly asked Mingyu about the decision you've made this afternoon. Mingyu put down his spoon to give you his full attention and motioning you to continue.

"I want to go somewhere far away from here. A place where Seungcheol can't find me eventhough he might not and I know you're the only one who can outsmart him on this, well maybe Jeonghan too. Will you help me?" Taking your uninjured hand in his, he agreed readily to your request and he already got some place in mind that he'll share with you later. You thank him for always be there for you before you both heard the door bell ringing.

Bethany and Wonwoo both engulfed you in a tight group hug, well, with a carefully hugging session of course, to avoid any more injury there is.

"I wish I could just chop both of that bitch's hand! Why is she not changing at all? After all these years and she's still playing this snatching game? What a loser!" Bethany can't contain her anger as she stabbed the poor potato in her soup bowl.

"Actually, I just have this one speculation on my mind after the day we found out about your breakup with Seungcheol hyung." All eyes and ears are on Wonwoo and he continue his theory after he got the attention he need.

"I just don't understand why Seungcheol hyung suddenly acted this way. Like, we all knew him for a long time even before you two started dating, right? He's not someone whom will cheat on his partner no matter how short the relationship last between them. Look, I know people can change anytime but old habit die hard, right? So my conclusion here is, I think what is currently going on between the two of you and that bitch Jessica might not be 100% of Seungcheol hyung's fault. Something more might be behind it than the one that meets the eye."

Quietness engulfed everyone in the dining room with all eyes on Wonwoo, feeling both amazed and shocked. Hence, Bethany decided to fill it with her witty remark.

"Wow. I never knew you can speak that long, Wonu-ya. That's a very suprising fact about you that I've learn today. Maybe we can give you some more brain exercise for you to think rather than letting your brain to rot with all those games that you played."

Loud laughter erupted throughout the house and Wonwoo just smile shyly while eating his soup.

"Well, Wonu does have a point there. But no worries. I'll help you investigate this matter while you're resting, love. I might also deliver Seungcheol hyung a punch or two as an early payment." Another laughter erupted and it's caused by Mingyu this time.

After some movie marathon and a few bowl of popcorn, you all decided to retire for the night and retreat to Mingyu's guest room upstairs.

"Have you inform your parents about your upcoming departure?" Beth cuddles you on the bed.

"Not yet. Maybe tomorrow. I guess they'll be cool about it, right?" Your parents is not strict, but they do appreciate it if you and your brother update them about your life every now and then. They did sent their own men to guard you from afar but, hearing from you personally is much better.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N. Seungcheol has been comfortable long enough that he forgot to cherish you the way you should be. For now, just focus on your own healing and let the past stays in the past. The truth will come out eventually and all we have to do now is to wait." Bethany stroke your hair gently and soon you both slowly drift into your own dreamland, feeling safe and sound in each others arm.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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That is all for part 3 of I Love You.

I don't know if you like them but feel free to your two cent in the comment so I can improve my future writing🫶

Thank you for reading, my lovelies and we'll see each other in the next chapter!^^

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the-mad-starker · 1 year

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Starker Smut: Be Mine

Inspired by this post from @anonoite 💗💗 The first one I got was kitty!Tony x kitty!Peter. So here I am coming in with kitty starker Valentine's Day 😌

Can you believe this cute lil thing spawned a 5k fic? I can't 😂 I meant for this to be so much shorter. I wanted to finish it for Valentine's Day but better late than never?

Summary: It's Valentine's Day but Peter knows Tony's keeping a secret from him. His alpha makes sure to correct that mistake.

WC: 5681

(AO3 Link)

Notes: Alpha/Omega, feline omegaverse, Barbed Penis (kind of), Intersex Omegas, Omega Peter Parker, Alpha Tony Stark, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Implied Mpreg, Cat/Human Hybrids, Mating jewelry, Light Angst, Marriage Proposal, Creampie, (some) pain kink, mirror sex, multiple orgasms

Note 2: although I have tagged barbed penis, it's not exactly penis spines cause I didn't wanna... Shred poor Peter 😂 so it's still spines but blunted. So no bleeding 😅

Terminology: toms refer to male cats and queens refer to female cats, but in this situation, tom=alpha, queen=omega

Mating Jewelry inspo cause I doubt I did a great job describing:

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Tony's been secretive lately.

The thought plagues Peter's mind throughout the morning class. His ears, usually perked up and attentive, lie flat against his curly hair and his tail barely twitches.

It's February 14th. Valentine's Day.

The tom wouldn't be so cruel as to break up with Peter on Valentine's Day, would he?

Peter doesn't think Tony would do that to him but it doesn't bring him any comfort. What if Tony wants to give him one last hurrah, wine and dine Peter, then let him down easy the next day?

The feline buries his head in his arms even more because somehow that thought seems even worse than being broken up with on Valentine's Day.

A nudge to his side has Peter peeking out of his makeshift hiding spot. Ned's concerned face greets him.

"It's time to go," Ned tugs him out of his seat but Peter drags his feet even knowing Happy's waiting for him.

"I'd thought you'd be excited to see your alpha," Ned muses, his own ears flopping as they walk.

"He's gonna break up with me, Ned," Peter says as though it's inevitable. His tail curls around his waist as Ned tugs him along.

"What?" His best friend sounds appropriately offended. "No way, dude! You guys are like… perfect together."

"Yeah? What makes you think that?" Peter turns to look at his friend. He's latching onto any bit of hope because he really really likes Tony. Maybe even… loves him...

Ned pauses as though not expecting the question.

"You're both felines?" Ned says as though that simple fact is enough.

Peter groans and bumps against the beta.

"That doesn't mean we're perfect together…" Peter says. He wishes it was that simple. "Maybe he found another queen, a prettier one, with– I dunno, a fluffier tail? …I'm just me, after all. I'm just… Peter. Boring, nerdy Peter."

"Hey, don't talk about my best friend like that," Ned pokes him. "And there's no better omega or uh, queen, than you, Peter."

The way Ned fumbles with the terminology breaks him out of his gloomy thoughts.

"You can just call me an omega, I know the terminology is a bit weird to get used to," Peter tries to smile at Ned. He's grateful that Ned tries so hard. He's such a good friend.

"I'll get used to it," Ned shrugs. "Omega, queen. Alpha, tom. It's the same thing, just… a tiny bit different."

"Well, we call each other omega and alpha too," Peter points out. "So it's fine if you use those terms."

"If I can get used to it in my head, it'll be better," Ned says, determined. "And hey, don't change the subject. Why do you think Tony's planning to break up?"

The omega falls silent gathering his thoughts.

"I dunno, it's just… a feeling. Like he's hiding something from me," Peter says, ears once again hanging flat. "He hasn't been texting or calling as much. And he's been busy a lot…"

Ned takes it all in. He doesn't call Peter crazy or paranoid, which Peter appreciates.

"Peter. He's a genius billionaire that's CEO of his own company," Ned reminds him gently.

"Genius, billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist," Peter feels the need to correct him, his lips quirking up into a half smile.

Ned rolls his eyes but concedes.

"Right. That. That's a lot of stuff to be handling," Ned nudges him.

"Yeah," Peter sighs. "I know… I just… wish I didn't feel like he was hiding something from me."

"So… ask him," Ned suggests. "What's the worst that can happen?"

And just on cue, they arrive at the parking garage where Happy is patiently waiting.

Normally, Peter feels so excited, so giddy, when he sees Happy because that means Tony's waiting for him at the end of the ride. But here, he can't help feeling a tiny bit of trepidation.

He waves Ned goodbye and resolves to get the answer out of his alpha.

What's the worst that can happen, after all? Maybe just a little heartbreak that'll tear Peter's whole world apart.

Yep. Nothing to it.

---

Tony's plans for Valentine's Day have Peter wanting to melt into a pile of goo.

The plan goes as follows:

Happy taking Peter to get tailor fit for a suit

A romantic brunch in Manhattan, set on one of the rooftops overlooking the city.

Spending the rest of the night with his alpha at the penthouse, just the two of them.

The custom made suit has Peter feeling so pampered and spoiled. He always feels so self-conscious when he's on Tony's arm, more than aware of the difference in their social standing. But like this, clad in form-fitting trousers and a waistcoat that accentuates his slim waist, he looks like a model ready for a photo shoot.

The way Tony's eyes light up in genuine pleasure, his eyes inspecting Peter from head to toe and finding the omega more than perfect… The kit glows with pleasure and feels confident enough to step up to Tony.

Tony's ears and tail are as dark as his hair, all sleek fur. Peter's, on the other hand, is a sable brown but what really catches the eye is the texture. Fluffy and curly, every single move has them bouncing.

When Peter steps up to his side, the tom's tail sways forward and effortlessly catches Peter's.

"You look lovely, kitten," Tony all but purrs, snagging him by the waist and dropping a sweet kiss on his lips.

Peter melts in his arms, his tail twining possessively around Tony's.

"It's the suit," Peter blushes.

"Even if you were wearing a t-shirt and sweats, you'd still look lovely," Tony continues with the charm and maybe Peter would've laughed and called him a sap but today was different.

The insecurity is still in the back of his mind so he eats up the compliment and all but purrs when Tony strokes one of his ears with affection.

"You look good too, alpha," Peter says sincerely.

Tony must hear it often enough but Peter's sweet words have the alpha purring in happiness.

Their luncheon is amazing. No matter how often Tony spoils him, the omega still isn't used to this type of lavish lifestyle. The tastiest of dishes are placed before him, the meat practically melting in his mouth while flavor bursts on his tongue.

The view of the city is breathtaking too. The company makes it all even better but when Peter turns to face the tom, he can't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

What if this doesn't last?

Tony continues to distract him though, talking about mutual projects and his general day. Peter gets the full brunt of Tony's attention and he eagerly soaks it up like a parched flower tasting rain.

When they're tucked away in the car, bellies full and hands entwined, Tony mentions, "You're a bit quiet today, kitten. Anything wrong?"

Peter means to shake his head. He's decided during lunch that he doesn't want to ruin things and doesn't want to disrupt the romantic plan Tony laid out for them. If he has to be in denial, then let him be in denial.

He leans his head against Tony's chest and the alpha's arm winds around him, tucking him close to his chest. Tony's heartbeat thumps against his ear, steady and reassuring.

It all feels so perfect and Peter breathes in the scent of his alpha and home. He can't imagine being with anyone else but Tony.

"Don't break up with me," Peter can't help but murmur softly. He doesn't realize he's said it out loud until the alpha he's leaning on suddenly stiffens.

"What?" Tony sounds so confused and that's when it registers.

Peter sits up, eyes wide. When his tail tries to untangle itself from Tony's, Tony continues to hold on.

"What do you mean, break up?" Tony looks so adorably confused that Peter has to bite down on his lip to stop from repeating his words.

"Peter, sweetheart, kitten–" Tony takes his hands and squeezes gently. "Why do you think I'd want to break up with you?"

A minute shiver has Peter's body shuddering. Tony's words ignite hope in his heart. Hopefully, he hasn't ruined everything with his insecurities.

"I thought you got bored of me," Peter confesses, "You kinda… weren't as into our conversations the past week and… I know you're busy so I didn't want to bother you but it made me feel like… yeah…"

Tony's mouth drops open in a Gobsmacked expression and he seizes Peter in a hard hug.

"Silly kit," Tony says and the feeling of his hand sliding through Peter's hair and rubbing against the velvety soft fur of his ear is so soothing, so right.

"Happy," Tony calls out to their driver and Peter jerks, embarrassed that he forgot Happy was an unintentional audience in this. "I think it's time. Change of course, take us to the secret spot."

"Tony…?" Peter asks, unsure.

The alpha kisses his forehead and only holds him tighter.

"Shh, sweetheart, this will explain everything."

And because Peter trusts Tony, loves Tony… the omega closes his eyes and just breathes in the soothing scent of his boyfriend as Happy changes course.

---

The place Happy takes them to isn't familiar to Peter but that isn't unusual. The stores here scream luxury so it isn't a neighborhood that Peter would have reason to frequent.

The name of the boutique is a simple word, Promises, and when Tony leads him to the entrance, the door is opened by a peacock. Or– Well, Peter assumes it's a peacock man since the employee has a distinctive crest of blue feathers swaying above his hair.

"Mr. Stark," the man doesn't seem surprised to see him or Peter. "This way, please."

They're led inside and it's a spacious area with a few mannequins lined against the walls. The lights in the store are specifically placed to shine on the mannequins and there are strands hung on the bodies where bright sparks of light are reflected back.

Peter wants to get a closer look, attracted by the light, but Tony's hand in his has him tugging the younger man to his side.

A teasing pinch to his ear has Peter flicking it instinctively.

"C'mon, kitten," Tony says, "You'll see for yourself why we're here."

Peter still wants to peek but he's also excited to learn more. They rejoin the employee, following behind a train of brilliant green feathers.

They're shown into a room. A dressing… room? Fitting room? It's the fanciest dressing room Peter's ever been in. Definitely the most spacious.

In the corner, a large section is curtained off from the rest of the room with thick light blue curtains. In the center, there's a small platform that's surrounded by mirrors so that the person standing in the center could see every angle.

There are bouquets of red roses on corner tables. And there's a small white couch against the wall for the comfort of waiting partners.

Suddenly, Peter knows exactly what Tony's been so busy with.

"Tony, this…" Peter trails off, helpless, and even more helpless when Tony leads him to the curtained off area.

The curtains are retracted to reveal a single mannequin, very similar to Peter's size. Peter wouldn't be surprised if it is his exact measurements.

The mannequin is decorated in fine strands of gold. Just like the front of the store, the light here is specifically positioned to showcase the jewelry. And that's what it is… Jewelry. Peter hadn't been able to see clearly when they were brought in, but he realizes now that it could've only been jewelry.

"Tony…" Peter breathes out as he approaches the mannequin. He lifts a hand and hesitates as though touching them would make them disappear.

Tony approaches with him and when Peter hesitates, the alpha calmly presses his hand down on the thin strands that make up the chest piece.

"It's yours," Tony tells him softly. "I've been coming here to check the progress. Make sure everything was perfect, the diamonds, the rubies, the arrangement… It had to be perfect for my future mate."

The courting gift is beautiful. It's made up of delicate gold strands that make up a chest harness. It starts at the neck where a beautiful collar sits. From the collar, two strands of gold gently trail downward and wrap around to the back. Connected from these chains, two more meet in the middle where there are rubies. The first chain would sit right where his collarbone would meet and the next chain would be between his pecs.

From the last chain, three gold strands are attached. The center dangles just short enough to rest above his belly button while the other two are long enough to wrap around his waist.

And separate from the chest piece, two more delicate strands of gold circle around the waist, crossing in an X at the front.

Peter knows it must've cost Tony a fortune, one that the omega probably can't even fathom.

"Alpha…" Peter murmurs when he turns to Tony. The tom's tail is flicking nervously and his ears are pushed forward eagerly.

"Peter… I hope you know now how serious I am about you," Tony tells him. When he steps closer and pulls Peter into his arms, he leans down and rubs their noses together.

Peter can't help the soft rumble that comes from his chest. His grip on Tony's arms tightens and he leans into him.

"Kitten… Peter… Peter Parker…" Tony murmurs. "Will you be mine? My mate? My queen?"

Even though Peter expects the question, it still makes his heart jump. He gives a brilliant smile, his fluffy curls bounce when he leans up and kisses his alpha.

"Yes, yes–" Peter says between kisses and smiles and a heart full of joy. "Alpha, my alpha. I want to be yours, wanna be your mate, your queen, only yours…!"

Tony returns the kisses. Peter can feel the press of his alpha fangs against his lips, their kisses are so full of passion.

When Peter pulls away breathless and giddy with happiness, he can't help but look back at the courting gift. An engagement set, he now realizes.

"Wanna try it on?" Tony's voice, low and suggestive, almost makes him jump.

Peter's face blushes pink. A lot of the jewelry is meant to show off Tony's claim on him. The collar, specifically, is the traditional piece and often, it tends to be the only piece necessary for a mating. Tony, of course, is going for a full set.

The jewelry is meant to show off Tony's adoration for him, but it's also a quiet declaration to Peter himself of Tony's love. The collar is meant to be shown off but the other pieces, the ones that Peter can wear under his clothes or hide away, those are just for him.

The chest harness and the pieces that hug his waist are only for him and Tony.

Peter wants to try it on and he wants to show his alpha just how well he knows him and his body.

"Yes," Peter answers, turning and nuzzling Tony's neck. "Will you put it on me?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Tony murmurs with a crinkling of his eyes, "I'm at your service."

It's not the first time Tony has seen him naked. They're way beyond that and are intimate with each other's bodies. Tony has kissed freckles and moles on Peter's back that the omega hadn't even been aware were there.

It's safe to say that Tony knows Peter's body more intimately than even he does himself.

So when Tony starts to remove the expensive suit he bought for Peter, the omega lets him until he's completely bare. He's more than a little hard, more than a little slick, and Tony can smell it on him.

Tony's eyes when they look at him are all dark pupils and full of hunger. But the anticipation makes it all the more worth it and Tony turns away, though he has to adjust himself too.

Peter hums teasingly, rocking on his heels and waiting eagerly.

The first piece that Tony places on him is the collar. It goes around his neck, neither too loose nor too snug. When Tony secures the clasp on the back, he brushes over the gold with reverent fingers when it settles into place.

Then a necklace is put on him. Peter hadn't even realized that it's a separate piece, it matches the set so well. The sparkle of a ruby settles right in the hollow of his throat like it belongs there.

The chest harness is next and it attaches to the collar seamlessly. Peter likes that he can wear them separately or together. When Tony goes to secure the harness, Peter obediently lifts his arms so Tony can reach the back.

Just as he expected, a line of gold dangles from the harness and barely reaches his belly. The ruby is just as red, just as beautiful as the one on his throat.

Tony's hands linger on Peter's hips when he places the last piece but the alpha behaves himself. Peter almost wishes he didn't.

Once that's secure, Tony steps back and lets his eyes linger in appreciation.

"How's it look, alpha?" Peter asks shyly.

The piece had looked stunning on the mannequin and even though he knows this is custom made for him, he wonders if the jewelry is too fine, too delicate, to look right on him.

"Come," Tony beckons him, taking his hand and leading him back to the center of the room.

Peter feels self-conscious walking around naked but Tony has always been a possessive alpha and has always taken Peter's safety into consideration. He knows he can trust the tom to keep his privacy safe if only because Tony would ruin anyone who even glances at him.

The alpha helps Peter up onto the platform. He stands behind the omega as Peter takes in the sight of his body covered in Tony's claim and he looks…

Handsome. Stunning.

The alpha looks at him in the mirror, eyes dark, his tail curled possessively around Peter's waist. Standing in front of the alpha, Peter feels so small and covered in gold, he feels just as delicate.

He feels adored and loved.

Tony's hands roam over his body, feather-light, as he teaches the strands of gold.

"Do you like it?" the tom needlessly asks.

Peter catches Tony's hand as he settles over his belly, large enough that his palm nearly covers the width of him.

"I love it, alpha," Peter says honestly. He turns towards Tony, smiling brightly.

The alpha is satisfied and he nods before smiling mischievously.

"Good, although…" Tony turns and steps away, confusing the poor omega. He takes a step to follow but then waits patiently when Tony goes to the door.

Something is handed off to him from the other side but Tony makes sure that Peter is still safely ensconced inside, hidden away from any curious eyes.

The box he returns with is longer than it is wide, easily the length of his forearm. When he opens it, Peter's brows raise in surprise.

There's another piece in there and it matches the set Peter is wearing.

"Alpha?" He says curiously.

Tony knees in front of him and looks up with sparkling eyes.

"Did you really think this was all I had for you?" Tony teases gently before he leans forward, takes Peter's hand, and kisses his knuckles. "No, kitten mine, what you have on now… is just the start."

He takes the new jewelry out and holds it up for Peter's inspection. It's just one piece and compared to the chest harness, the direction of the gold is going the opposite way. Instead of falling in a V, the chains here go from a point and lead downwards.

Peter isn't sure where it's supposed to go until Tony gently takes a hold of the back of his knee and urges him to lift his foot. When he does, Tony carefully helps him balance so that Peter lightly places his elevated foot on Tony's bent knee.

The new piece of jewelry is secured around his thigh like a garter belt and Peter shivers at the feeling of Tony's hands on him.

"There we go…" Tony murmurs, pleased. His fingers stroke the sensitive skin on his inner thigh.

"Alpha… what did you mean by this being the start…?" Peter has to ask, otherwise, he'd lose himself to the feeling of Tony's hands. Something embarrassing would truly happen then, like Peter whimpering.

Tony continues to stroke his inner thigh with a loving caress and then he leans forward and places a kiss there.

Peter shudders and his entire body feels like it's being lit up from the inside when his alpha's warm breath brushes against his skin.

"My mate, my queen," Tony calls him, "The set you have now is not complete yet. I'll spend the entire first year of our mating adding to this one and when it's complete, I'll do it again and again…"

Peter's breath catches in his throat. It sounds like so much but it's also so very Tony. He can't deny that it makes Peter feel so very… very spoiled.

You don't have to… He wants to say but he knows Tony wouldn't do something unless it was something he wanted. So the only thing Peter can do is run his fingers through Tony's dark hair, rubbing his dark ears and purring contentedly.

"Alpha…" Peter licks his dry lips. Tony being so close, his alpha scent free and unfiltered, is doing such things to Peter.

He knows his alpha is doing it on purpose and Peter is more than willing to follow his lead.

"Alpha…" Peter murmurs again when those gentle hands start to press deeper into his skin and Tony's purrs against his inner thigh. His face turns to where the omega is hard, his cocklet aching for attention.

"I'm glad you like my gift," Tony says, purring as he nuzzles the hardening cocklet. "Let me show you how appreciative I am that you're accepting."

He sets Peter's foot down, allowing him to better balance for what he's planning next.

"Shouldn't I be thanking you, alpha…?" Peter gasps out when Tony takes his cocklet into his mouth.

The alpha's mouth is hot and his tongue is soft and wet against Peter's cock. The omega, so sensitive already, grips the tom's hair, trapping strands of it in his fist. He needs it, something to hold onto, as Tony sucks on his cocklet, the small thing fitting so easily in his mouth.

For such a small thing, it's so very sensitive and Tony knows it. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around the top and tracing the underside of Peter's cock with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh… Oh…" Peter moans, squeezing his eyes shut when Tony's fingers creep up his thighs and start to tease his pussy.

He's wet, dripping with slick. His insides part easily for the alpha's questing fingers but once they're inside, they clamp down, desperate for something bigger.

"Alpha… Tony…" Peter begs, muscles clenching tight as the fingers dig deeper, pumping into him with purpose. "I want…"

Slick wet noises come from between his legs and his ears grow hot with the filthy sound of it. Tony's mouth on him, his devious tongue playing with his cocklet… Tony's fingers fucking his wet pussy…

Tony knows him so well… His alpha…

"M gonna… Alpha, please… I can't…" Peter wants to protest, wants to be fucked before he comes but Tony continues to suck and finger him even when Peter grabs onto his ears and tries to wrench him away.

"Mm…! Ah-alpha…" Peter is helpless as he comes into the alpha's mouth. His tail lashes out, spasming as his insides clamp down on Tony's fingers and he floods the warm mouth he's in.

Wetness gushes from between Tony's fingers and the alpha hums and swallows.

"Alpha…" Peter complains when it gets to be too much. His legs feel like jelly and he melts into the alpha's lap, slick staining Tony's pants but neither care.

He purposely rubs against the alpha's cock, almost desperate despite just having an orgasm.

The orgasm sates him for two seconds because his body takes note and demands more. He hasn't been mated, hasn't gotten fucked and he needs more than a suck and a fuck for his omega body to be satisfied.

So he writhes in the alpha's lap, a desperate needy thing that only wants one thing.

"Let me thank you, alpha," Peter begs him, kissing Tony's lips and tasting his own seed in the alpha's mouth. It only makes his body burn hotter, his insides feeling achingly empty.

"Alright, kitten, I'm not gonna say no to that," Tony says against his lips. And yet, he seems reluctant to part from Peter's mouth, licking and nipping at his lips.

Peter gets handsy and not only does he rub against Tony's erection with his ass, but he also reaches down and fondles what he finds. Tony's cock strains against his pants, large and demanding and so so hard…

Tony hisses at the direct touch and that does it.

"Turn around, kitten," Tony growls against his mouth. "Let me see that pretty pussy."

Peter shudders and obeys immediately, going on his knees and lifting his tail to the side so he's exposed and vulnerable to his mate.

"So perfect…" he hears Tony murmur behind him.

A touch to the base of his tail has him lifting his ass higher and pushing into Tony's touch. When Peter lifts his gaze, he sees their bodies in the mirror and it shocks him.

The jewelry is still glimmering brilliantly in the light but they look even prettier against the flushed pink of his skin. His face is particularly red, even more so when he sees his alpha positioning himself behind him.

Large and intimidating, the alpha is staring intently at the place between Peter's legs. It makes Peter squeeze his thighs together before he forces them to relax.

"Alpha… C'mon, alpha… Take it… take what's yours…" Peter says, tail waving in an almost hypnotizing gesture.

"God, you're such a temptress…" Tony groans before he rushes to pull his cock out.

Peter licks his lips when he sees it reflected in the mirror. Tony's alpha cock, thick and ready. He jerks when he feels the heat of it slap on his ass but a harsh grip on his hip keeps him in position.

"Here you go, kitten… You need it so bad, don't you?" Tony says as he positions the head of his cock at Peter's dripping pussy. The tip teases the omega's hungry hole and he shifts on his knees just to feel the alpha's cockhead nudging in.

"Please, please…" Peter whines when he can't get it inside by himself.

"Shh, I have you, kitten… Gonna give it to you…" Tony doesn't make him wait any longer and pushes inside.

Just the girth of his alpha's cock makes the breath in his lungs rush out when it pushes inside. The length, though, it feels as though Peter's split apart every time. It's only practice and familiarity that has Peter taking the impressive cock in its entirety.

Even then, that first thrust doesn't let Tony sink all the way. It's still enough for Peter to buck against his hold, hips wanting to simultaneously pull away and push back.

Tony groans, loud and clear, and pulls out only to fuck back in. Peter gasps, scrambling for purchase when the tom starts to fuck him hard, trying to inch his entire cock into the tight, wet space of the omega's body.

Peter's eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head as Tony works his cock in.

"Mmph! Mmm alpha…!" Peter cries out, pleasure making his body eager and primed for the rough fucking their kind enjoys.

Tony's cock works him open but he's still so big, so large inside him… Peter's insides are going to ache for days and it's what he wants… That type of pain that has the feline omega arching his back, begging to be mated and bred.

He could never have this with anyone else. It is only ever Tony for him, his tom, his alpha…

The pain of being fucked harshly transmutes into a type of pleasure that has Peter crying out and only begging for more.

"Alpha–" Peter cries out, "Mm, it hurts… hurts…"

Tony's hips never stop working. By now, his cock has sunk all the way in, plowing into Peter's insides over and over again.

"Yeah?" Tony pants, breathless, and then he folds his body over Peter's, covering him completely. His teeth nip at his mating mark and Peter feels like he's going to fall apart. "Hurts good, doesn't it, kitten? This is what you wanted. When you waved that pretty tail at me… Bent over and gave me access to that pretty pussy of yours…"

Another thrust, this time shorter but no less impactful.

"Mm!" Peter moans, his head tilting to give Tony better access to his neck. "Yes, alpha… yes… hurts so good… alpha's cock… splitting me open…"

"Mm…" Tony groans. He sets his teeth against Peter's sweat damp skin, teeth encountering gold and pressing in against skin despite that. "Don't want me to stop, do you, kitten? Want me to go all the way? Let my barbs out and make you pregnant…?"

Pregnant…

"Oh!" Peter gasps out, his mind going haywire with it. Tony's cock… Tony's come, Tony's barbs… The one thing that would scare the shit out of other omegas that weren't of their kind but Peter is exactly like Tony.

He was made for this. He would only ever get pregnant from a feline alpha like Tony. His body would only ever recognize an alpha of his kind and his heart would only ever recognize Tony.

"Yes, alpha, my alpha… give it to me…" Peter grows desperate, pushing back against the alpha's thrust, now hungry to be filled. "Make me pregnant… Fill me up… Do it, do it–!"

A hand clamps down on his nape and just like that, Peter's body goes soft and pliant.

"Alpha…" Peter whimpers as Tony takes full control. The hold has him incapable of moving but it's necessary for what's next.

Felines mating… It's rough on the omega and Tony needs to take complete control.

With a few more thrusts, Peter's body sways like that of a rag doll as his alpha takes his pleasure. He's happy to do it, happy to please his alpha.

His mind starts to float, pleasure and pain signals mixing in his head until there's only pleasure.

He knows the moment Tony gets close. The alpha's thrusting becomes rougher, almost jarring. The clapping of his hips against Peter's ass is especially harsh, sounding loud in the fitting room.

"Alpha…" Peter mewls and Tony hauls him onto his knees, replacing his hand with his teeth so that the omega remains pliant for him.

He catches a glimpse of them in the mirror, Peter's flushed body held captive in his alpha's arms. A feral glint gleams in his alpha's eyes and he stares at Peter and meets his gaze in the mirror. Between his spread thighs, the alpha's hard cock is seen in flashes of slick wet flesh, his heavy balls pulled tight and ready to deliver a thick virile load.

Tony's teeth in his flesh only add to the pleasure. Tony's rough calloused hand stroking his dripping cocklet… His thick cock fucking in and out of Peter's pussy…

He fucks another orgasm out of Peter and the omega is gone. The pleasure is even more overwhelming, the heightened pain turned pleasure has him clutching onto his alpha's forearm.

Tony's cock sinks in all the way and in the midst of Peter losing his mind, the barbs on his cock raise up, the blunted tips scraping and rubbing.

Peter screams, he yowls when he feels his alpha's cock grow and rub against his already tight insides. His eyes roll to the back of his head as the alpha's cock jerks inside him, pulses erratically, and fills his aching insides with come. The barbs feel even more prominent with Peter's pussy squeezing down like a vice and the omega moans in oversensitivity. The blunted tips rub him just like he needs and his entire body shudders in recognition, his demanding instincts finally quieting down at the feel of a feline male's cock breeding him.

Tony doesn't release him until he's done and so Peter takes it with soft whimpers and whines. He's being bred and his feline body knows it, his stomach cramping as more and more come is spilled into his overflowing pussy. Even when he feels like there can't possibly be more space, his pussy still shamelessly wants more, clamping down on Tony's cock and milking it for more.

When Tony's finally done with him, he lowers Peter gently onto the floor.

As always, their mating takes a toll on the poor omega and Peter looks at his alpha with hooded eyes, barely able to keep his eyes open. Tony settles between his legs, his tail flickering contentedly behind him. The satisfied smile he gives Peter spells trouble but the omega barely twitches when Tony puts a hand on his knee.

He does, however, whine, when Tony places his knee over his shoulder and lifts his hips.

"Alpha… can't…" Peter whines but he doesn't try to stop the alpha when Tony sets his mouth to his pussy. He only squeezes the alpha's head between his thighs and resolves to the fact that he'll most likely be fucked into unconsciousness tonight.

"Shh," Tony murmurs then laps at his pussy, licking away a mix of come and slick. "Let me clean my mate…"

So Peter just lays back and lets his mate clean up the mess, a purr sounding from his throat and Tony working him up to another release.

#starker #madstarker writes #nff #omegaverse #lmao please heed the tags #hybrids #feel like I gotta apologize to anonoite #i wrote such filth cause of a cute doodle 😂😂#FINALLLLLY DONE #ahhh been trying to finish since vday

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lesbiancartoonlover · 10 months

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Hello everyone!

So this is going to be something new. I never made a post like this.

So as I'm sure that most of you know, it's National Girlfriends Day.

So I wanted to surprise my girlfriend with a little something.

@firefly-fromhell I know well that you can't wait to find out what I've been up to hahaha

So, if you don't know yet, my amazing girlfriend is an incredible author. She wrote the absolute gem of "And the waltz goes on" on ao3. I'll leave a link at the end of the post for those who want to check it out.

Now I was thinking about doing this thing where I pick out my favourite line from each chapter of that fic and share it here. It wasn't easy to decide and if I'm honest, I'd just copy paste the whole fic here because every part is my favourite part.

But without further ado, let's get into it:

Chapter 1:

As they walked under thick apple trees, Donna thought this was not the Alcina most people got to see.

Chapter 2:

"And, if I do say so myself, I look impeccable in it," she concluded, running her fingers through her hair.

Chapter 3:

In her eyes, Donna was always the most spectacularly beautiful person at any gathering, and there was not a power on Earth that could convince Alcina otherwise.

Chapter 4:

"Just promise me there are no more ex-girlfriends who are obsessed with you."

Chapter 5:

"Ah, you must truly love her... you will understand me, and what I had to do."

Chapter 6:

And in the back of her mind, there was a nagging feeling the call she had with Donna would be the last moderately normal conversation they'll have in a long time.

Chapter 7:

Donna cried, but she wanted to scream.

Chapter 8:

"I want the castle."

Chapter 9:

"I miss you," Donna whispered, still holding the silent phone to her ear.

Chapter 10:

"Three roses for three daughters, symbolism and all that jazz," Cassandra smirked, looping her arm with Donna's.

Chapter 11:

"Come, let us welcome Donna to the family."

Chapter 12:

"If you had your way, you would probably protect me even from myself."

Chapter 13:

"Many things have changed, but not my feelings for you."

Chapter 14:

"What you two feel for each other is no ordinary love, it seems," Sorina said, then briskly walked away.

Chapter 15:

"Mother Miranda doesn't seem half as miserable as I imagined she would be."

Chapter 16:

"But us monsters don't deserve to feel sorry for ourselves, do we?"

Chapter 17:

She had thought they learned quite literally everything about each other in the course of forty years, yet Donna still found ways to surprise her.

Chapter 18:

"Alcina always hated yellow too," she said, glancing down at her wedding band and chuckling to herself.

Aaaaand that concludes it guys. I hope you all liked it, and if you did, do consider giving the whole thing a read.

As promised, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34720936/chapters/86450344

I hope you'll like this little something I put together, darling <3

#resident evil village #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #ao3 fanfic #national girlfriend day #benetrescu #alcina x donna

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kidge-planet · 11 months

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Kidge summer event

Day 6: smoothie 🥤

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt, Keith Kogane, Hunk Garret, Lance McClain, Allura Altea, Shay, Kosmo....

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge ( Hay : Hunk and Shay ) ( Allurance )

post season 8

A/N: Allura is still alive in that universe.

It was one of the multiple paladin's meeting on New Altea where the Altean Sun was lighting the multiple field of colored junibery flowers.

The paladins were gathered around their usual table where only one of them was missing. Unfortunately, Shiro was in vacations with hid husband, Curtis.

Passing that detail, it was such a nice summer day.

Hunk and Shay, his girlfriend, had made lunch for everyone. It was now time for a refresh...

"What can we do for dessert?.."

Hunk asked in worry.

"Well, I'm sure they wouldn't mind eating a burnt cake... Besides, they're your friends, They would understand."

Shay answered as she was looking at the cake that had burnt in the oven.

Hunk sighed at Shay's words and turned towards the window to see his friends.

He saw how Keith and pidge were close at the table. How Keith tried to flirt with her and how she was not bothered with it.... Actually, she was even flirting back.

He then turned to see Allura and Lance: Allura had a grin on her face, she was starting at both Keith and pidge with the same thoughts then Hunk.

Lance, him, had a hand on his girlfriend's hip. He was also looking at the two but not with the same expression. He was more like: "dios mío, get a room!!"

Hunk got his head inside the kitchen again.

"have you noticed how Keith and Pidgeon are flirting together? Like man, they got very close in the last years and I'm pretty sure they have feelings for each other... The problem Is that or they don't even notice their feelings, or they are just too awkward to try something..."

"There was a time where I thought they were dating..."

Shay admited. She gave the burnt cake to Kosmo that was laying in the kitchen's ground. ( Kosmo with his cosmic stomach could literally eat everything...) The kitchen's ground was cold, that's why he was laying there. 'CAUSE DAMN, IT WAS HOT OUTSIDE!

"it's hot, isn't it little one?.. let me get you some nice ice. Maybe a cold drink would help you too?"

Shay gave a pat to Kosmo before to give him some ice.

"you know what? That gives me an idea of desert..."

Hunk said with a smirk as he turned back to smirk at pidge and Keith...

Later, Hunk and Shay arrived at the table with the deserts:

"Ok everyone! The cake burnt... BUT! I came up with another idea of desert that I hope you'll enjoy!"

He placed the plate on the table; It had 3 smoothies.

One was green and red with a small slice of watermelon and kiwi. The second was completely blue but with two shades of it and a few blueberrys on it. The third one was yellow had Chocolat at the bottom and on the top of it.

"I made smoothies that you guys can share! Allura, Lance, I made you a blueberry smoothie with a small touch of mint inside of it. I picked that taste because you both were paladins of the blue lion... As for Keith and Pidge, I know you guys are not dating but I thought it would be nice if you shared your's... do you mind it ?"

Hunk knew exactly what he was doing. He also knew that they would agree for sure.

"Sounds good to me."

Keith said. He blushed slightly and turned his head to see pidge's reaction.

"Same."

She also blushed.

"All right! For you two, I picked cucumber, mint, kiwi, watermelon and strawberry. Reffing to your lions but also the the fact that you were both the arms of voltron! Now, I hope you guys will enjoy your drinks and that they will refresh you!"

Everyone thanked Hunk and Shay.

Hunk sat next to Allura. She turned at him:

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

She asked with a grin.

He placed a finger in front of his mouth and blinked.

"Hope that one of them will finally be courageous enough to ask the other out..."

She said in a sigh.

"I'm sur they will."

Hunk smiled at the two that were sharing the green and red smoothie. They were laughing together, not even noticing that everyone was staring at them.

They were in there own world, with their refreshing smoothie that sure tasted amazing in this summer day.

( SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!!!!JZJDFBISBDSIBFSIFBFIZND!!! Also, Hunk is the best match-maker ;). )

#kidge summer event #voltron #kidge #voltron legendary defender #pidge #voltron pidge #keith voltron #keith #pidge and keith #keith and pidge #voltron kidge

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xihe1874 · 1 year

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An Icemav one-shot inspired by "Silhouette" (Aquilo).

Let's go out in flames so everyone knows who we are, Cause these city walls never knew that we'd make it this far. We've become echoes, but echoes that faded away. So let's dance like two shadows burning out our glory days.

The devils on your shoulder, strangers in your head. As if you don't remember, as if you can forget. It's only been a moment, it's only been a lifetime. But tonight you're a stranger, or some silhouette.

---- "Silhouette", by Aquilo

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick

Word Count: 1308

Rating: T

Tags: Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Idiots in Love, Implied Sexual Content, Flashbacks, POV Iceman, Inspired by Music, Past Relationship(s), Sad, Soft, Ex's to Lovers, One Shot, Post-Canon, Post-Movie: Top Gun (1986)

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Iceman hates parties and gatherings, especially those that demand his reluctant interaction with the brass. Being the ambitious and promising young Commander he is, Tom Kazansky understands the inevitability of such social events perfectly, but he still loathes them.

He holds the glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it elegantly. The shirt he wears is too tight around the neck, and the tie isn't helping with the situation at all - he already sweats a little under the stuffy material. Despite his callsign, Ice is constantly feeling hot. That's because you are hot, babe. A fond and teasing voice sneaks into his mind from the abyss of memories, sounding eerily like…

No. Ice scolds his brain, no, don't, I am not thinking of him in some Navy balls, for fuck's sake. At least for tonight, let me have some peace of mind without being tangled in my messy past.

You are always thinking, Ice, does your mind ever rest? Is it tired?

Stop.

I love how you say "stop", Ice, especially when you are ordering me not to…

NO.

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"So, Commander Kazansky." Vice Admiral Carlson gives him a curt nod. "Your reputation precedes you." Ice raises his glass towards the admiral. "Sir, I hope all you heard are good things."

"You bet. Flawless service record, marvellous combatting experience, the youngest Commander Navy has ever had… You are a rising star, son."

"Thank you, sir. I am just doing what I can for my country and people." He takes a sip from his glass and lets the liquid slide into his throat. Ice likes red wine, though he is more of a Vodka guy. Beer is OK, too, though Mav loves it much more than…

Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

"You went to Top Gun five years ago and won the trophy?"

Ice struggles out of his stupor and manages to keep his voice even. "Yes, sir."

"Then you must have met Lieutenant Commander Mitchell before."

The following few things all happen in a blur. Carlson stands aside, revealing a short brunette behind him. The said brunette reverts his eyes sharply and makes an awkwardly failed attempt to run away, almost dropping his glass. He puts the glass on a nearby table, squares his shoulders, and turns to face Ice. The emerald eyes are shining brightly in the light like a long-lost dream.

"Commander."

Ice forgets how to breathe.

Two years. It has been two years since those eyes studied him like that, and two years since he heard the voice. The air around him turns to solid metal and squeezes his body and heart, leaving no place to survive. He suddenly feels he is going to throw up.

"Lieutenant Commander." The words are spoken automatically, like a machine on the verge of breaking down.

Maverick looks exactly the same, with blazing eyes and a rebellious stance, his lips always on the way to forming a smirk. No, stop thinking about his lips. He is in a black suit that wraps around his body perfectly. And his body is a no-no either.

"You two know each other?"

He is staring, Ice realizes distantly, but he can't bring himself to care.

Let's eat out tonight, Ice, I know a nice restaurant; their soft-boiled eggs are perfect, exactly the way you like…

Can I, can I kiss you, Ice? I've always wanted to do that…

Ice, need you, need you, please…

Let go, Ice, let go, I've got you, I am here, let go for me… That's it, good boy, my darling…

Mine, mine, you are mine, Ice, mine forever…

"Commander?"

Ice snaps back to reality.

"Yes, sir, we know each other." He answers hoarsely.

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"Ice?"

Ice tenses at the sound of the door opening and refuses to look in the mirror. Leave it to Mitchell to follow him to the fucking bathroom at a Navy party.

Ice hears the door lock behind him. He grips the tub basin so tightly that his knuckles turn white. In the last five minutes, Ice has washed his face with freezing water several times, but he can still feel the gaze lingering on his skin. The gaze that is burning on the back of his neck now.

"So you are into red wine now?"

Ice turns on the faucet to unnecessarily wash his hands and realizes they are trembling slightly. He deliberately avoids the question as well as the pair of eyes.

"Ice."

Ice, Tom, yes, just like that, fuck, yes, please, please please please — "People change, Maverick." That comes out more bitter and harsh than he originally intended. Ice stares at the paper handkerchief in his hand, glances at the mirror from the corner of his eyes, and vaguely sees Maverick flinching. He winces to himself - they are really not good at this.

After wiping his hands scrupulously, Ice decides that they can't stay like this forever and that it is better to get it over with. So he raises his head and finds Maverick already looking back at him intensely in the mirror. His arms are crossed in front of the chest, a perfect posture of confidence and nonchalance, but Ice knows him too well to ignore the tightness in his shoulders.

"How much?"

Ice frowns. "What?"

"How much have you changed?"

A thousand thoughts run through his head, but Ice settles with a lame "more than you think." He tries to shrug but finds himself too stiff to do that. Maverick's jaw is working, a telling sign that he is worrying his inner lips because he is either nervous and anxious or setting his mind to do something stupid and dangerous. Or both.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"No, Ice. I think you haven't changed, not a little bit."

A familiar rush of irritation blinds him for a second, and Ice says between clenched teeth, "And who the fuck do you think you are to assume…" His angry words are brought to a halt by a pair of strong arms around his waist.

Maverick is holding him from behind. Clinging and clasping for dear life, more accurately, his right hand gripping the left wrist in front of Ice's stomach like he is afraid Ice will break away. "Ice." His call sign sounds choked, and Ice realizes suddenly that the shorter man is shaking as a leaf. He can almost feel Maverick's warmth soaking his back.

"Ice."

The blonde closes his eyes.

It's so strange that after two years, he almost forgot why they broke up in the first place. Maybe it started with some stupid and trivial argument - he didn't remember who initiated that - and then evolved into a full-on row. Insults were delivered unnecessarily, and misunderstandings were deepened. Then both believed that the other was accusing this relationship of being detrimental and was regretting it. A door was slammed, and "Bye" was said in not-good ways. They were both too proud and scared to reconcile, as it turned out, until now.

It takes him two minutes to register that Mav is talking. "... ain't care now, Ice, I don't give it a fucking damn. I don't care what they think; I just miss you so much."

So Ice takes Mav's right hand and left wrist into his hands. He hears Mav suck in a breath, because of the touch, probably, or the belief that Ice is going to break free and punch him in the face. But Ice is tired and cold, and Mav is warm. And maybe, as the brunette points out, he hasn't changed a bit.

He doesn't turn around, just gently stroking the marks on Maverick's wrist that were left because the shorter pilot was digging himself too hard. Maverick's pulse feels solid and intimate, like a long-lost piece to the puzzle that is Ice's life.

"Your fingernails are too long." Ice hears himself saying. "You are gonna hurt yourself."

#icemav #iceman x maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete #top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun fanfiction #icemav fanfiction #the songs of our heart

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vespersposts · 2 years

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Wildchild [9]

Hi lovelies ⛲,

I hope you are cool and happy, perhaps with your mind already on the holidays, or full of time to devote to your passions. 👒

🌾This chapter no particular warnings, so I will leave you to your reading.

As always thank you for your support and chats in the various pillowtalks and DMs, you are a joy!

💣PS: I apologize in advance for any grammatical and/or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language (bear with me!).

➿Genre: long story, contains angst, fluff and smut parts that will be reported in relevant chapter post.

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Satsuki's eyes almost glaze over as she looks at you, facing each other, in your perfectly buttoned and pressed uniform, as if it were the first day of school at Too Academy. She smiles at you, speaks softly and squeezes your arm as if you were the love of her life, not Tetsu.

The schoolyard is hot, but the shade of the large trees in the garden gives some relief to both you students and the droves of parents and onlookers who have gathered for the closing ceremony of the course presentation.

You hold her hand and ask her to accompany you to the music club boys,so you can have a few moments alone.

"Why don't we go to the summer fair together? Tomorrow night? Or Sunday, the fireworks will be spectacular this year! Let's put on the yukata, make ourselves pretty and-" she pauses, seeing your gaze lower.

"I won't stay that long, I'm going back to Kyoto tomorrow morning" you inform her, knowing you're disappointing her, once again.

"Move the train" she tells you, clinging to your hand.

"No" you reply simply, loosening your contact to massage your wrist.

"Does it still hurt?" she asks, surprised.

"It will hurt forever, Satsuki, but you can't live believing that something broken can work as new, neither my wrist nor my relationship with Daiki" you sigh.

" There are limits to what I can do, just as there are limits to what I can now be able to feel. No matter how hard I try, I can't go any further this time" you conclude.

"Is it because of how you feel about Akashi or-" the question dies on her lips as she saw you shake your head.

"It's because I don't feel what I felt before, I guess” you tell her, unable to look at her .

You remain silent for a few seconds, then the music club president's voice brings you back to reality.

"Too bad, 'I guess' means nothing to me" Satsuki tells you, under her breath, just before introducing herself to the newcomer.

You hear the applause, see the happiness on the face of the young girl with whom you have just duetted, and reach out to hug her and congratulate her, just as you wish someone had done with you at her age.

You look into the audience and see Aomine's parents applauding you, her father with a big smile on his lips, Natsume raising her hand in a greeting that you return. If only your parents had been even remotely interested in you, maybe you would have been a better person, less shaky.

You follow the guys from the music club backstage, wishing each of them the best, receiving kisses and hugs in return, until his lazy voice reaches you from behind your back, interrupting everyone's chatter.

"If you don't want to be late for your prize, you'd better follow me" he tells you, pointing to an undefined spot behind him, toward which he heads without even waiting for your response, much to everyone's surprise.

" Captain Wakamatsu would have at least waited for me, you know, Aomine-kun?" you inform him, gaining his attention.

"Too bad I'm not him, right?" he smiles at you, stopping, beckoning you with his hand, which he then shoves into his pocket once side by side you reach the stage for the awards ceremony.

You smile with relief at the principal who hands you the award and a bouquet of flowers, because you know the time for departure is approaching.

You entertain yourself for a few more minutes with the students and their parents, shake hands, take photos and pretend to be comfortable, as you were during all those days.

"We're having a party tonight, are you coming? I can pick you up, I have to catch up with Aomine too, anyway" captain Imayoshi's voice reaches your ears as he sits beside you on the dry-stone wall of the lawn, watching the slow flow of the audience.

"Thank you, but I have an early train, I don't think I can make it" you smile at him, placing the huge bouquet of flowers at your side. He adjusts his glasses on his nose and smiles, that half smile of his, that you already know is an omen of bad news.

"I still don't understand if this sweetened, posh version of you is real, or if you've really changed that much" he tells you with a light laugh.

"I don't get the point, senpai. We all grow up, even you are different from how I remember" you tell him, crossing your calfs and swinging your legs as you always do when you are nervous.

"That's true but ... You have really become a different person, even though they have a hard time interacting with you! I didn't expect that" he explains, pointing to the small group of your childhood friends.

"I do what's best for me" you explain, and he again smiles at you.

"Good" he nods, with an expression that says all the opposite, then turning to the young boy who has joined you "Take her to the club tonight, she needs it!" he tells, leaving you alone.

You stand in silence for a moment, until the captain turns away.

"Even the mean glass guy now?" he asks, extending his arm to help you up.

"He’s charming, actually " you admit, retrieving the bouquet and placing it in his hand.

You see him shrug his shoulders and grumbling something about your sanity, you reply with something equally silly, you finish your little scuffle in the school lobby and a moment later you are on the walkway, just like old times.

You look around as you walk back toward the house, as if searching for something, a sign.

Daiki walks beside you with a slow pace, the bouquet of flowers in his arms attracting the attention of a few passersby, who think you are a romantic couple on a first date, glances full of tenderness and curiosity, but also of appreciation for your good fortune.

After all, it's always like that with him.

Stopping at the traffic lights, you catch yourself observing him: his firm, harmonious features, his soft dark hair, those eyes so piercing, his lips so warm that so many times have given you pleasure, his broad shoulders and his strong back that has always given you that special thrill.

It was all so simple before.

That road was taken most of the time at a quick pace, amidst meaningless words, stolen kisses and giggles, with the only purpose of getting home, badly closing the door and throwing yourselves into each other. Every day was a new chance to love each other more, to seek each other out more, to sink even deeper into the intoxication of that all-encompassing feeling, to show each other how important each of you was in the other’s life.

So close that you thought nothing could tear you apart.

"You ok, babe?" he asks, grazing your knuckles with his fingers before taking your hand to walk across.

"Yeah, I got distracted because it's been a long time since I walked this street" you lie, letting him sink his fingers into yours.

"Did you miss Tokyo?" he asks with a slight smile on his lips.

"Of course, it's natural" you reply, feeling his thumb move over your wrist, the pressure generating a mild ache, the reward for that moment of weakness.

"Why didn't you come back earlier, then?" he urges you.

"Because Kyoto is a city that makes me feel I matter, in Tokyo I feel like one of many" you admit, loosening your contact and taking your hands behind your back.

When you reach Daiki's house, the sky begins to tingle with the colours of sunset and a light wind moves the flowers of the lavender bush in Natsume's garden, who runs to embrace you, and to whom you entrust the bouquet of flowers that she arranges in the centre of the pretty table that has just been set.

"My kids!" she tells you all smugly, as she hands you a glass of cold lemonade, and then drags you into her husband's office, who has selected the best of your childhood photo memories for the purpose.

Daiki on the first day of kindergarten, all strutting in his blue apron, his yellow helmet pulled down over his eyes, like a really tough guy.

You and Satsuki ruffled and barefoot in Shinichi's arms, in the garden of that house, still deserted with flowers.

Daiki and Satsuki competing to see who could drink a glass of banana milk faster.

The three of you and Tetsuya in front of the Teiko sign.

Testu and Daiki smiling and exhausted after a championship game.

Daiki lifts up Natsume.

"See how mama's boy? So proud, not even if he was the groom..." his father comments, laughing at his son's embarrassed expression.

"Leave it to those who still have the bod!" you hear the latter snort, who however proudly looks at the photo in question, making you all laugh heartily.

"When he'll be married, I'll cry every day!" his mother recoils, earning a hug.

"Do you understand what I have to put up with? It's always like that, two against one! " his father informs you, shaking his head resignedly.

You smile, flipping through the pages of the album not to ruin everything, even though you already know Shinichi has noticed your sudden change of mood. As soon as the lovebirds leave the room to put dinner on the table, he approaches you, drawing your attention to one picture in particular.

"I've always loved this one" he tells you, taking it out of the album to look at it closely, with a slight smile "It was impossible not to see how close you two were" he adds, handing you the rectangle of photo paper.

You sigh, because you know what he really means.

Two teens studying together, sitting next to each other in a flower garden, that's what you were trying to look like, sure to be skilled enough to keep the truth to yourself.

Too bad that anyone who saw that picture would have understood what you, in those days, thought you were so good at keeping a secret.

Your head on his shoulder, his open hand on your hip, a speech that had brought Daiki's beautiful face to smile at you.

It was only at that moment that you realised how much you sought that kind of intimacy, back then.

It's embarrassing.

You look for something to say in your defence, but your lips remain still as you look at that boy's father, who is waiting for nothing more than confirmation of his wish.

"Well? Are you coming?" young Aomine tells you in an annoyed tone, appearing briefly at the door only to be followed to the garden.

Sitting next to each other, you feel his arm behind your back, just like in the days of the photo.

It has probably become his way over time; after all, he has no reason to be under pressure; he is at home, surrounded by his family.

Too bad the same thing cannot be said about you.

Shinichi's words have weakened you, and now your brain is telling you that you need to do something to show him and his wife how wrong they are, how misplaced their smiling, encouraging looks are, how indifferent you are to the situation, but especially to their son.

You take a bite and smile at Natsume, for it is delicious.

"I can make it for you whenever you want, but you need to visit more often" she tells you softly, filling your glass with cool water.

"I'll try but between classes and foundation activities, I don't have much time" you admit, amusing your nearby man, whose laughter draws everyone's attention.

"Come on" he exclaims in irritation "You have time for all that Akashi equestrian crap and you don't have time to go back home to see your friends? Satsuki chased you for weeks before you bothered to give her an answer, four-eyes has been pestering me all afternoon to have you at the party, but the only thing on your mind is bloody Kyoto!" he concludes, leaning his chopsticks against the rim of the bowl.

"You're right, but your attitude makes it easier to choose" you reply with a hint of nastiness, to which he would like to respond in kind, but which his father's intervention nips in the bud.

"You can consider holidays, I'm sure a few days off would do you good" he smiles, as his wife announces the arrival of dessert.

"That's a good idea" you admit, as you feel Daiki's hand slide away from the chair to reply to a series of messages that have been metronome to your conversation all evening.

"Imayoshi will be here in an hour, I'd better go take a shower" he concludes, taking a couple of mochi for the ride and abandoning the table, noisily pulling back the chair.

Thank heavens, you can finally breathe.

"When he gets like that it's because he wants to draw attention, he's not mad at you, don’t worry!" his mother tells you, slightly moving the plate of sweets for you to take another one.

You smile, accepting the invitation, and grab that soft treat.

"It's my fault, too " you admit. "I went away, focused so much on the entrance exam that I seemed indifferent to them. Even Satsuki told me the same thing, in a better way " you conclude, intercepting Mr. Aomine’s gaze.

"Does the Akashi family treat you well?" Shinichi asks you, taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, they are very nice " you nod. "Seijuro helped me with the admission test and all the practices, he is so mature and responsible. His father is a man who is only outwardly threatening; he even contacted my parents to make sure they understood the importance of the path I was taking, although I don't think they care" you finish with a hint of bitterness.

"They should be very proud, instead" Natsume tells you, ready to listen to your secret.

"Maybe in the future, if I can prove something. We haven't been a family since granny died. She used to keep us together, now my parents are too busy rebuilding their lives, to care about me" you admit "Since he moved to Osaka, my father is always missing, and my mother ... Well ... She ... That is, she's expecting a baby with her partner so..." you conclude, lowering your gaze to the buckram tablecloth.

"So she will have two children to love " Mr. Aomine reassures you, taking your hand.

"I hope so " you say, looking at the empty seat next to you, where Daiki's cell phone is ringing for the third time in five minutes.

"Yoshiko?" Natsume reads, retrieving the phone in time to see yet another call.

"Ah, she. She's the one he's dating. We'd better bring him the phone, maybe it's important, considering how much she bugs!" you huff as the ringer starts for the umpteenth time.

"Thank you honey!" his mother smiles at you, smartly handing you the device.

You leave the adults to their talk and quickly cross the garden and kitchen, finding the staircase to the sleeping area on the left. You clutch the phone in your hand and slowly walk down the hallway to the end, to his room, from where no sound comes.

If he were still in the shower, you could put the phone down on the bed and leave, without taking unnecessary risks.

Standing still on the threshold, you decide to wait for some sound or movement to reveal to you where the recipient is in the process of preparation.

Daiki's room is always the same: meticulously chaotic, colourful, full of clothes abandoned on every flat surface. He has none of his trophies in sight, apart from the last one thrown in the middle of the huge pillow-filled bed, which will probably end up in the same box as all the others.

The only clue to his passion for basketball is the Too jersey, the one he wore during that crucial game and which you had given back him framed, a few weeks later. You had suggested he hang it above his bed, as a reminder of the promise he made to you on the sweet night of that bitter day, perhaps with the secret hope that you would be the first and last to see it.

"As if! " you sigh, disturbed by yet another call that the cell phone in your hands receives. You hear his footsteps move closer, see his tall figure coming out of the bathroom, and thank heaven he is fully dressed.

"Yoshiko!" you inform, waiting for him to reach you at the threshold, though he quickly makes it clear who is in charge, sitting down on the bed and forcing you to join him.

"She'll call back" he smiles, looking up at you.

"You better call her, she's been looking for you for half an hour" you suggest, pointing to the cell phone at his side.

"No " he teases, adjusting the collar of his pale grey T-shirt.

"Have you become that kind of man Aomine-kun?" you ask him, amused by his perseverance.

"The kind who hates to be tracked down? So I was born with it, you should know. You see, the girl you took over, loved when I was a little wild with her, but maybe Akashi wiped your memory too" he concludes, pulling his lips into a smirk.

"Perhaps" you muse, sitting down next to him, taking his phone in your hands and discovering with pleasure that, by typing in your date of birth, you could still have access to all his secrets.

"Let me see what a wild boy does, maybe my memory will come back" you laugh, shaking off hot incoming messages and then the gallery under his astonished gaze, not really paying attention to either, but feeling inside you the satisfaction and need to put him on the spot.

"Listen to my girl Yuka: Aomine-kun is so cool. So tall and handsome wanna... Oh, I see..." you smile mischievously, leaning on his shoulder, showing him on the display the part of the message that you are not going to repeat "She's pretty bold,isn't she? But the question is ... Will she be wild enough? " you ask him, trying to ignore his gaze fixed on your lips.

"You used to do that even before" he tells you quietly "And I used to push you to the edge, but only to finish the game my way. You loved it my way, back then. Do you remember how this game used to end?" he asks you, immediately returning the issue.

You barely nod, as if the question irritates you, but you try actually to hold back your urge to remember.

The phone rings in your hands again, you press the green button and Yoshiko's voice pierces your ears.

"Just a moment, I'll put him through" you tell her softly, forcing him once and for all to take that call. You leave the room and slowly make your way back down the corridor, back up the stairs and stop in the kitchen, where Natsume calls your attention, showing you a large bag full of sweets and food that she gives you as a survival kit for the return journey.

What if you had it all wrong?

What if that was your happy place?

You feel your eyes sparkle and your nose pinch as the woman hugs you tightly, telling you that you are like a daughter to her.

"Don't stay away for so long anymore" she whispers in your ear.

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