#'dream a little dream of me' is their song

[xinganhao]

miscommunication too much communication 🗣️ soonyoung x reader.

an expansion from svt x reverse tropes. dedicated to @totomoshi, my love! ♡

FROM THE ORIGINAL POST

it's a little too hard to keep up with the string of confessions bursting out of soonyoung. the whiplash is dizzying, how he's going from talking about the way he felt when he first saw you, the crush that's been festering for weeks, the dream he had of you last night— and, oh, now he's on his knees. "soonyoung, please get up," you urge, horrified, but he stays on the ground. "isn't honesty the best policy?" he asks, eyes blown wide with overwhelming sincerity as he looks up at you. "c'mon, give me a shot! please, please, please!"

soonyoung who spams you with texts throughout the day. doesn't matter if you're on 'do not disturb'. he will hit that 'notify anyway' option, regardless of whether the text is load-bearing or not. you're lucky to get less than 20 texts in a day. his personal best is somewhere around 159 in a single day, which he's rather proud about.

soonyoung who will keep you on facetime for a minimum of three hours. he'll have you on call the entire night if he can manage, up until he gets that notification that his percentage is below 20 percent. waking up to the snoozing blonde on the other end of your long-forgotten video call is no longer a new sight.

soonyoung who will talk, and talk, and talk to you, no matter where you are. in a cafe? his hands are flying around animatedly as he gives you a play-by-play of his day. on the couch of your apartment? even better— he'll be playing all cute, trying to cuddle up in your personal space as he literally chats your ear off.

soonyoung listens as much as he speaks. you might think he doesn't, but he has a mental catalogue of every little thing you throw his way. a passing comment about your favorite candy as a child. that long-winded rant about an acquaintance you can't stand. he knows your coffee order, which shade of nail polish is your favorite, the songs that always make you cry. he is a wikipedia page of all things you.

soonyoung who is honest, because that's part of 'too much communication', isn't it? it's not quite bluntness; it's transparency. he's always gentle when admitting that you've hurt his feelings, or that he's been feeling a little lonely, missing you a lot more lately. one look at his face and you can already tell what he's about to say before he says it.

but you never have to guess. there are no mind games with soonyoung. he will dull the edges if he has to. he will agonize about how to break it, but he will break it to you, because he values the truth just as much as he cares for you.

soonyoung who is struck dumb when you confess to him, when you give him that piece of your heart that he's been patiently waiting on. he had imagined this moment; practiced his reaction in the bathroom mirror, even. he thought he'd be cool. maybe a bit suave. thank you. tell you that he reciprocated. instead, he finds himself robbed of every single thought clanging in his brain.

soonyoung is a man of many words, and yet you make him speechless.

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[the-tarot-witch22]

What's coming for you in love in 2025? - Pick a Pile

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Pile 1:

(The cards I got for you - 10 of pentacles, knight of pentacles, 9 of wands and the fool)

Okay so the very first thing I heard and feel is, "patience" I feel your love life has been stagnant or stuck for quite a while, or you just don't feel like the need to have someone in your life, you are doing things but for your own, and maybe a part of you deep down wishes for the love the craving, soul shattering style. I am feeling this year will bring you luck in your love life, Like you will be meeting someone around the mid year to next year, But what I am feeling is your person, is taking his time, since he has lots going on , nothing to worry about but is like a bit of stress going on in their life, and you as well you need to go through some transitions before you actually come across them. Their energy is very masculine or well balanced. I am also feeling that it will happen when you let go of expectation and embrace the unknown, take the risk, not just stay in your safe cocoon. I am also feeling the person coming is quite something. He is patient, not that romantic in a way, but his actions will prove otherwise, the small little things or big things you will do for you, but for many of you I am seeing you might meet your person this year, and for some of you I am seeing lots of self love and growth, the song i keep channeling is "flowers" by Miley Cyrus , like even though you crave it you are not as desperate for it. "I can buy myself flowers", "talking to myself for hours, say things you don't understand", you got the gist hmm, and this is also very beautiful it proves, that you have the right energy, but do open your heart, take risks, go out, do stuff for yourself, and very unexpectedly you will meet you person.

The zodiac signs i feel prominent in this group are aquarius, earth signs and fire signs especially sagittarius/leo (sun/moon/rising).

Pile 2:

(The cards I got for you - 2 of cups, 3 of pentacles, and 8 of wands)

Okay so the very first thing I feel and heard is, you're definitely gonna encounter someone this year, it's like a divine connection that I am seeing is coming towards you, I am also seeing the connection between you both, is gonna get develop into something more and quickly very soon, the attraction you both feel will be very much mutual, like you both know and realize what you want and its you both, the feelings are so mutual and pure, for some of you I feel you already know who your future spouse is, so I am feeling you might get close to them. or if not then there is just they are more on your thoughts or dreams and EVEN if you don't meet them it will be like your soul recognize it and it will happen very soon for you both. I am also feeling you both might have met at work, education, travel,, or a group kind of project, or shared interest, and if not you might meet there. I am also feeling you will learn a lot, from this experience, or from them it's not a superficial kind of love it's a love and feeling that is very deep. I am also hearing that is meant to be! I am also feeling that this connection is soulmate connection and you share something deep! I am also feeling from seeing the cards that this union is gonna be life changing and it will change your perception of love and how you see it.

The zodiac signs i feel prominent in this group are scorpio, cancer, pisces, virgo and fire signs especially sagittarius and aries. (sun/moon/rising).

Pile 3:

(The cards I got for you - 9 of wands, the sun, king of swords and the 3 of cups)

Okay so the very first thing I heard and feel is that you guys are SUPER independent, like yeah I can do that i don't need no one type of thing. You might have been a real people pleaser, but I am seeing you are trying to over come it and you also stand up for yourself which is very good thing, and in relationships i feel you haven't had much luck and many of you didn't even had boyfriend or this, but this just means god has some special plans for you. I am also feeling you can't tolerate bullshit of others, you are not the person to stay if someone is being intolerable. And that's a good thing. I am also seeing that you guys have CHANGED IN PAST FEW YEARS which is a good thing for you. Okay, I also got the message that some of you here might had one or two relationships but not serious, many of you don't even know what love is like (not saying that's a bad thing) just typing out the things I channel. So, now let's dive deeper, I am also feeling that this year particularly will bring a change in your life which will be TURNING YOUR LIFE UPSIDE down, maybe you realize who is your person, there will be signs, SO i am seeing and feeling that you don't ignore them at ALL. you will be seeing lots of 11:11, 222 and 444 but also feathers and butterflies. I am also feeling that the change will be so full of happiness, you might not even see it coming in a way. After all, universe has a plan and works in mysterious ways. I am also feeling that in love there is someone coming towards the end of the year mostly fall or in October, I am also feeling the person will be very intelligent and confident, they are like a life of party. I am also feeling when you come across them, you might be celebrating something like you got A job, you passed your exams, you launched your business. They are also very intellectual, and it's gonna transform your life in a very good way.

The prominent zodiac signs are - fire signs and air signs, sun/moon/rising.

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

[ghostlyferrettarot]

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⋆.˚🦋༘⋆Pile 1: Queen of Swords, 3 of Cups and 2 of Swords.

This February, everything may feel a little… random. Like you can't see clearly what's happening or what's coming next. And while it can be frustrating not to have all the answers, the Moon encourages you not to force things. Sometimes not knowing what's going on is a sign that you need to take a step back and allow yourself to feel without trying to rationalize everything.

You may be faced with situations this month that you may have been avoiding. Questions may arise about your relationships, your job, or even your current identity. And even though you may not perceive it now, it's all part of a developmental process. The confusion you're experiencing isn't harmful; on the contrary, it's like a "reminder" from the cosmos that there are elements within you that need to be heard. There will be times when you feel like the pieces are starting to fall into place, but there will also be days when you feel completely disoriented. And that's okay. You don't need to have everything figured out right away. It's a month to meditate, not to rush into solutions.

My recommendation would be not to put too much pressure on yourself. If you find yourself in a situation where things aren't clear, you shouldn't force yourself to make sure everything has immediate meaning. Keep an eye on your feelings, pay attention to the smallest details, and most of all, be kind to yourself. Clarity will come when it's needed, you just have to trust the process and yourself.

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⋆.˚🦋༘⋆Pile 2: The Sun, 4 of Wands and Queen of Wands.

You might feel like the pieces are starting to fall into place again this February, and that will give you a sense of clarity that you haven't experienced in a long time. You might feel more stimulated, more optimistic, or simply intent on giving your best. If there was something that was overwhelming you or that had stopped you, this is the moment when things begin to take a positive turn.

This month, you will experience thefeeling that something inside you is "waking up" in a sense. Perhaps you were already carrying some uncertainties or fears, but now it will give you the strength to face them, i heard "I'm going to put all my effort" as i was channeling your message. It is a favorable month to start a new project, undertake those dreams that you had saved or take on some circumstance that was going around in your mind. You will notice that the energy will be in your benefit. It is as if everything begins to flow without so much effort, like when you discover the right route and everything seems to be in tune.

Even if something is not exactly what you anticipated, your optimistic attitude and your clarity will help you to continue moving forward with confidence. Enjoy everything that this month brings with it. Sometimes we concentrate so much on the objectives that we forget to enjoy the trip. Take advantage of the minimal things, those that give us happiness in the simple things.

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⋆.˚🦋༘⋆Pile 3: 8 of Wands, The Chariot and King of Cups.

This month feels really "fast" to put it in a way, I think it will pass really quickly for you. Surprises can be a bit disconcerting at first, but in reality, they are bringing great potential. Some circumstances could change in unexpected ways, but that is just one component of the process. Don't worry if you feel that things are not progressing as you anticipated. Sometimes, the most significant transformations appear when we least expect them, and the final outcome can be much more favorable than you imagine.

This month could be a bit of a roller coaster, in the broadest sense. Some situations will evolve quickly, and you may feel like you are on a boat, but don't worry. There will be moments of uncertainty, but if you continue to evolve with the transformations, opportunities will begin to arise out of nowhere. It could be a good time to take a little more risk, as everything seems to be going in your favor.

Don't try to control everything. Life has its own rhythm, and sometimes it's best to allow yourself to be guided by the course of things. The surprises that will come this month will take you to unexpected places, and even though you can't anticipate what will happen, trust that everything has a reason to be the way it is. Let go of what you can't handle and continue to progress with the assurance that better things are yet to come <3

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[ifwdominicfike]

record store date with guitarist!matt and girly girl!reader !!

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“oh my- matt look, look, they have bea here!!” you gasp and scurry over to pop album section, matt looks up and finds you picking up multiple records at a time. he laughs and makes his way over to you. “my love, let me see those, y’gonna drop em” he takes the stack from your hands and shuffles through them. “really? don’t you already have like her whole discography?” he squints his eyes at you while holding up a different variant of a taylor swift album “yeahh but come on, it’s pink!!” you say showing him the 1989 vinyl with a big smile.

“you’ll get anything pink huh?” he teases, nudging at your side, making you giggle. “shut up, its adorable it’ll go great with my room, don’t you think..?” your cheeks starting to hurt from the amount giggles and smiling.

“oooh they even have clairo!! look our favorite!!” you say picking up the cover labeled ‘charm’. ever since it had came out, you and matt have been listening to it nonstop. “sweetheart you’re killing me here — im already holding what? six- seven records here” he says chuckling. “ok ok fine i guess im okay for now — but i don’t promise anything when we go to that antique store, the second i see anything bunny related, its mine.” your finger pointing at him, which meaning your ‘serious’.

you had decided to slip the records inside your tote bag, saving matt the sore arms and red marks scattered across them. after that he drags you over to the section he’s been waiting to visit, the scattered albums going from ‘mac miller’ all the way down to ‘the smashing pumpkins’. this was basically matts heaven — his excited eyes scanning over everything like a kid on christmas.

he picks up a record labeled ‘siamese dream’ by none other than the smashing pumpkins, easily one of matts favorite bands. you had only know about that album because he had mentioned a song called luna on there reminded him of you. before you could ask him something else he’s already picking up another record, this time being ‘kiss me kiss me kiss me’ by ‘the cure’ which was another favorite, matt had even dedicated the song ‘heaven’ from that album to you.

twenty more minutes had gone by and matt was close to buying damn near that entire shelf, but ended up leaving with four vinyls and a big bright smile on his face. “matt i can’t believe you spent almost 150 dollars for all of this! i could’ve paid for myself you kn-“ he cuts off with a gentle hand over your mouth. “nuh uh — none of that hun, m’treating my beautiful girlfriend because she deserves it, yeah?”

your face turns bright pink at his praise as you sarcastically roll your eyes at him. “fuck i love you so much” you pull him into a kiss, leaving crimson red smeared across his lips. you giggle as you motion to his mouth. “y-you got a little something..” he wasn’t really paying attention so he hadn’t heard you. “i have what?” he asks obliviously. “you know what.. its nothing! now onto that antique store right??”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

i feel like its been so long since i posted a fic.. im so sorry i’ve literally just been lazy and avoiding my drafts 😭😭, but here’s some adorable guitarist!matt and girly!reader for you!!!

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[delight-angelsbliss]

Hi there! May I request for your Valentine's one, S1 numbers 23 and 30 with Shadow and reader? Thanks and have a great day/night! ☺️

Prompts: "I wish everyday could be like this" + writing a love letter only to throw it away but they find it

Warnings: none that I know of (^-^)

Notes: depressed gamer you're a genius this is such a cute pair!! I was a bit out of ideas while making this cuz of bad cramps but it'll be fine lol my first laptop should arrive today which makes me really happy<3 guys I love Tommy February6 songs too much I'll never let them go.. Guys I totally didn't think of ratatouille when saying your eyes widened with each word because of that one short chef trust Might make a pt2 to this cuz this is such a cool idea but I kinda rushed this cuz of some things I needed to get ready for</3

Shadow was known as a loner who never engages with people unless he knows them well enough and can trust them with everything. He is an emotionally unavailable person with little to no knowledge on how to successfully comfort someone which makes it hard for his peers to engage with him or make small talk since he always gives dry and short responses that are hard to respond to

Since he's so distant to people it felt near impossible to be friends with him, only a few people successfully cracking through his facade and becoming close friends with him

But you wanted something more than friendship, something more, intimate something more romantic, and something more close now of course that was a hard task to achieve

You were certain that if he did reject your advances he couldn't act nice (hundred percent he'd look at you disgusted and degrade you before leaving) which is why it would be hard to face him directly face to face

What you didn't know was that the hedgehog was in fact quote infatuated with you! Stealing quick glances while you're around, getting quiet when you walk in the door, keeping his hands seen whole you're talking to him

It was quite obvious for most, especially Amy and Sonic, instead of teasing him like he expected (even if sonic did tease him a bit) they were telling him to make a letter and how cute that could be

They referred him to some shops that could have cute things and stickers for the letter, even giving him some pointers how to express his feelings in writing (me next please I need a tip or two) after a while of working on the letter, he decided to stop, thinking it would be stupid

Someone as great as you could never like somebody as brooding as him! Why'd he ever try? He decided to go outside and throw it in that dumpster instead if the one inside so no one finds a trade of the letter

What he didn't realize was that he threw it in the wrong trash. The trash was full and if anything else was in there he'd be certain it would fall out. Doubling down he throws it anyway and leaves, going to go sulk in a corner probably

In this hot day he decided it would he best to sulk inside.. As for you, you decide to go take a walk outside since the weather was so nice, while walking around you spot the letter

Like a good pedestrian you pick up the letter and try to throw it in the trash before realizing it was addressed to you! What could possibly be in it? Curiousity gets the best of you, you decide to open the letter and read it... Your eyes widen slowly with each word as you realize it's a love letter from shadow

"I wish everyday could be like this" you say to yourself in surprise. He really did like you?! This felt like a dream come true as more emotions started spiraling in your mind

Now how do you go about telling him you found the note?

[punkrockmlchael]

Imagine reader & rockstar!Gareth (or Eddier, your pick) doing the 'We Listen & We Don't Judge' trend on tik tok & people watch it, expecting hot gossip between the couple but it's just super sweet & wholesome the entire time.

Your mind once again my dear. Spectacular! (Give me 14 of them right now.) I loved the is for both but I’m feeling Eddie right now—I can write a Gareth one if yall want! (Word Count: 420)

“We listen and we don’t judge,” you and Eddie spoke simultaneously as you looked at your phone that was propped up on the table in front of you.

“You first,” you said softly, looking at Eddie.

Eddie nodded, thinking for a second. “Okay, well, when we first started dating and going out on actual dates.. I started a list in my notes on my phone of everything you would order. Your McDonald’s order, your coffee order, your favorite sub and toppings... that way, if I happened to go somewhere without you, I knew what to get for you.” Eddie admitted softly, looking at you.

“Really?” You asked, smiling at him.

“Hey, we listen and we don’t judge,” he replied, looking at you.

“Fine,” you muttered, thinking to yourself. “Remember that Thanksgiving when we went to the wrong house? I did that on purpose because I didn’t want you to meet my grandparents yet. I was so scared you weren’t going to like them and that my niece was going to hate you.” You admitted. Eddie smiled, looking at you.

“I had a feeling that you did that on purpose; you don’t just forget what house you go to for a holiday. But, I love your family baby, almost as much as I love you.”

You blushed, shaking your head. “We listen and we don’t judge.”

Eddie smiled, looking at you. His hand found your thigh under the table, resting on it gently. “I have a whole notebook full of songs I’ve written for you. Little lyrics, notes, there’s so many songs and partial songs in there that I will play for you one day.” You looked at him, mouth falling open as he spoke.

“Really?” You asked softly, a wide smile appearing on your face. He hummed and nodded, smiling wider.

“We listen and we don’t judge,” he said softly.

"I was too scared to talk to you but Gareth pushed me into you the night we met and that's why I ran into you... because Gareth literally hip checked me into your body." You smiled, looking at Eddie.

"Really?" He asked, a smile forming on his face.

"Hey, we listen and we don't judge."

"Yeah, fuck that. I have to go thank Gareth for pushing the girl of my dreams into my lap." Eddie nodded, standing up. He looked at you and smiled, leaving a soft kiss on your lips gently. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Eddie." You smiled, leaning in for another quick kiss.

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[thatonedeadboi]

I don't just want to learn about you, little doll. i want to dissect all that you are. i want to know everything you love and why you love it. every song you sing to and every dream you've ever had. tell me everything you've yearned for and let me make it real. show me every scar and let me get lost in you like the pages of a book.

i dont want bits and pieces. i want to adore you entirely.

[dulcescorderitas]

Hi, I've been addicted to reading your Supernatural writings! Until Season 4 I was always a Sam girl but reading your content, and experiencing Dean in later seasons has been something else for sure. I had a dream with him after reading the "sex in the impala" fic!

Could I request a Dean x reader, where they are between hunts/on the road the boys and reader make a pitstop at a bar in a small town? Reader and Dean have had several "almost" moments but Dean has been too stubborn to admit anything, and reader is waiting on him to make the move. At this bar a man approaches reader and Dean gets hot under the collar about it when he realises the guy is interested in her. I haven't read anything of Dean being protective but I think we all know he would be!

Thank you 💜

dulce’s notes: thank you so much! i’m so happy you like my writing, and i hope this gave you all the protective dean goodness you were craving! let me know if you want more <3

it starts with the hum of the impala's engine, smooth and familiar, rolling over cracked asphalt under a sky painted with the last smudges of daylight. sam’s in the passenger seat, half-asleep against the window, and you’re in the back, watching the world slip by in the reflection of dean’s rearview mirror. he catches your gaze, holds it for a second too long, then looks away, shifting gears like the sudden tension between you is something he can outrun.

the town is a nothing kind of place, just a few gas stations, a diner, and a bar with a neon sign that flickers like it's got one foot in the grave. you’re barely out of the car before dean’s already making a beeline for the bar, shoulders tense, jaw working like there’s something under his skin.

there have been moments. too many, really. times when he looked at you like he wanted to carve his name into your skin with his teeth, times when his hands lingered too long on your waist after patching you up, his fingers pressing into your flesh like he was memorizing the shape of you. there was that night in a motel, after a hunt went sideways, where he’d almost kissed you—where his breath was warm against your lips, his eyes dark and wild, but then he pulled away like the world was ending and he couldn’t afford another casualty.

so now, you wait. wait for him to get his head out of his ass, wait for him to stop acting like wanting you is a goddamn death sentence.

inside, the bar is dim, smelling of spilled whiskey and bad decisions. a jukebox in the corner is spitting out an old zeppelin song, and dean, true to form, is already leaning against the counter, ordering a round. you slide onto the stool next to him, close enough that your thigh brushes against his, and he tenses for half a second before relaxing into it like it doesn’t mean anything.

it means everything.

sam, being sam, disappears into a booth with a book and a beer, leaving the two of you at the bar. you take a sip of your drink, feel the warmth of it slide down your throat, but before you can even settle into the moment, you feel someone approaching.

he’s tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of smile that’s meant to be charming. “haven’t seen you around here before,” he says, his voice thick with the drawl of someone who’s spent his life in places like this. his eyes skim over you, appreciative, lingering in a way that makes your skin itch—not because he’s looking, but because you can feel dean beside you, his body going stiff, his grip on his glass tightening just a little too much.

“just passing through,” you say, noncommittal, but the guy isn’t deterred. he leans in, all easy confidence, and dean shifts beside you, exhaling slow through his nose like he’s trying real hard not to say something he’ll regret.

“can i buy you a drink?” the guy asks, and you don’t even have time to open your mouth before dean does it for you.

“she’s good,” he says, voice flat, edged with something sharp. possessive.

the guy blinks, looks between the two of you, like he’s just now noticing the way dean’s sitting so close, the way his arm has draped itself over the back of your chair, fingers just barely brushing against your shoulder.

“didn’t realize you two were—”

“we’re not,” you interrupt, and dean’s head snaps toward you so fast you can feel the heat of his glare. you don’t look at him. you keep your gaze on the man in front of you, a slow smile tugging at your lips as you take another sip of your drink. “but he sure as hell acts like we are.”

dean scoffs, mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like ‘damn right i do,’ but the guy gets the message. he raises his hands in surrender, offers you a wink and a “maybe next time,” before disappearing back into the crowd.

the silence between you and dean is thick enough to choke on. he doesn’t move his arm from the back of your chair, doesn’t lean away, doesn’t give you any space at all. instead, he turns to face you fully, eyes burning into you like he’s trying to set you on fire.

“you got somethin’ to say?” he asks, low, dangerous.

you tilt your head, considering. then, “do you?”

tension snaps like a live wire. his jaw clenches, his fingers flex against his glass, and then suddenly he’s up, grabbing your wrist, pulling you off your stool and toward the back of the bar where it’s dark and quiet, where the air smells like aged wood and cigarette smoke.

he backs you up against the wall, hands braced on either side of your head, caging you in. his breath is warm, whiskey-scented, and his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them.

“you like pushin’ me, don’t you?”

you smile, slow and sharp. “someone’s gotta do it.”

dean exhales, tilts his head down, his nose brushing against yours, and for a second—for a single, breathtaking second—you think he’s finally gonna do it, finally gonna close the distance and give in to the thing that’s been simmering between you for months.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he presses his forehead against yours, breathes you in, then pulls back, his hands dropping away like he’s just barely won a fight with himself.

“finish your drink,” he mutters, voice rough. “we’re leavin’ soon.”

he walks away before you can say anything, before you can call him a coward, before you can grab him by the collar and kiss him stupid like you’ve wanted to for so damn long.

you press your back against the wall, exhale slow, and try to steady the wild rhythm of your heart.

one day, you think. one day, he’s gonna break.

and when he does—you’ll be waiting.

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[ayumigotabittoolonely]

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It's been years since you have released a song or even made a public appearance, many people thought you might have been suffering from some issues, well not issue it was more of a feverish dream for you because you got the most perfect man you could have ever dreamt off , he was the perfect ideal man , the man that girls would be on knees for , has fallen head over heels for you.

6 years ago

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He was the CEO of Gucci, not like you had fallen for him because of his money, because you yourself were a billionaire. You made your fortune from advertisements, concerts, acting, and of course, your actual profession: singing. You were a famous singer with 14 million followers on X, and you had seen your fair share of people try to use your fame for their own gain.

But there he was, the CEO of one of the most prestigious fashion houses in the world. And when he spoke, he was nothing like you expected.

"Hey," he awkwardly spoke, looking like he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

You were taken aback. The CEO of Gucci, the man everyone revered, and here he was, a bit shy? You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if you should feel flattered or confused.

"Hi, I'm so glad to see you. You wanted me to sponsor your new design?" You cut straight to the point, your voice firm and confident.

He gave you a half-smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He gestured toward the other side of the table, inviting you to sit. As you did, you could feel his gaze on you intent, searching, almost like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

You clenched your fist under the table. If he said anything stupid, anything that even remotely resembled a hidden agenda, you were going to punch him out of pure instinct. But instead of asking for something ridiculous, he just looked at you with a quiet sincerity.

You raised an eyebrow, not sure if you should be relieved or on edge. "You can talk," you said, trying to break the silence that was starting to make you uncomfortable.

He shifted in his seat, looking almost embarrassed. "I just wanted to say... you’re very direct. I respect that."

You gave him a look, not really sure where this was going. You weren’t here for small talk; you had enough of that in the industry. And you weren’t about to let him charm you with pleasantries.

"I’m not here for games, I’m here for business," you replied, your voice steady, but a little less harsh than it had been before.

He nodded, then slid the design toward you. "This is our new collection," he explained, his voice calmer now, more measured. "I believe it’s something you’d want to wear, and I’d love for you to sponsor it."

You glanced down at the design, your breath catching in your throat. The clothing was breathtaking sleek, elegant, and everything you’d ever dreamed of in a piece of fashion. It was beautiful, in a way that made you almost forget you were sitting across from the CEO of Gucci.

You couldn't stop imagining yourself wearing it, how it would outshine everything else, how you’d look in it when you walked into a room. The idea of wearing something so exquisite made your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, you forgot about all the times people had tried to take advantage of you, the sponsors who had only wanted you for your face, your name, your influence. This was different. You could feel it.

You looked up at him, your voice quieter now, a little unsure. "This design... it’s amazing."

His gaze softened slightly as he met your eyes. "I’m glad you think so. I believe it’s the perfect representation of your style."

You couldn’t tell if it was his honesty or the way he spoke that made you feel a little warmer, a little more vulnerable. You weren’t used to this men who didn’t treat you like a stepping stone to their own success. He wasn’t pushing. He wasn’t trying to manipulate the situation.

For the first time, you felt like you could actually trust someone in this business. Not that you’d let your guard down completely, but he was... different.

You cleared your throat, the tension in your chest easing just a little. "You’ve got yourself a deal."

He gave you another small smile, this one more genuine than the last, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

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And that’s how your story with him went. You sponsored his designs, and they were a massive hit. The more you worked together, the more your worlds collided projects, meetings, late-night brainstorming sessions. What started as business slowly turned into something else.

You hadn’t even noticed it at first, but you were falling for him. It wasn’t his wealth, his position, or the fame he made you feel heard, valued. He wasn’t just the CEO of Gucci, he was someone who genuinely understood you in ways others didn’t.

Before you knew it, you were no longer thinking about the next deal. You were thinking about him. And just like that, you realized somewhere along the way, you had let yourself fall for him.

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One random night at your house, yes, your house. You and Ken had gotten close enough for it to feel natural hanging out at each other’s places, exchanging stories, your worlds blending into something you never expected. He was always the stoic, reserved man, and tonight, something felt different about him.

When it was finally time to leave, you flashed him your usual cheerful smile. "Bye, Ken. I’ll see you tomorrow."

"Uh, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow..." he said, but as he opened the door, he paused. For a moment, he stood there, staring ahead before locking the door again, his hand still on the handle.

"I think I should call off for this day," he muttered.

"Call off?" You blinked, confused. That was strange. He was always so focused, so dedicated. He never took time off from work. "Are you kidding, Ken? You never call in. Is that what you believe is happening here?"

You teased him, but he just bit his lip nervously. For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence. You could see him wrestling with something in his head, something heavy.

Then, he looked at you, his gaze intense. "I’m in love with you."

You froze. "WHAT?"

"I worshipped you," he continued, his voice shaky but raw. "I grew jealous of anyone you spoke to. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you. Even when you were away from me, you were still present in my work. If I never told you this, you would’ve never understood. Hell, I hardly understood it myself... But I knew. And I knew then I have seen perfection face to face."

...

And that's how it was..

You took a hiatus and spent 6 years with him in peace but lately...

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Your fans were going absolutely bizarre. No updates, no news,it was driving them insane. Rumors started swirling, some even claiming you were dying from cancer, which, pfttt, was totally fake. But honestly? You couldn’t care less. You were just too damn happy to notice.

You were living in your own little world, all wrapped up in your boyfiee, Ken. No need for social media drama, no pressure to keep up with anyone else. It was just you and him, lost in your bubble of laughter, late-night talks, and all the little moments that made everything feel right.

People could speculate all they wanted, but you? You were in your happy place, and nothing outside of that mattered.

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Six years later, everything seemed perfect. You and Ken were still going strong, your relationship thriving like it always had. But lately, something was off. Nanami wasn’t acting like himself.

He wasn’t as excited to see you anymore, not with the usual spark. It was as if he knew you’d been waiting. Waiting for him. You could feel it in the way he’d look at you sometimes distant, like his mind was somewhere else.

He was overworking again, and it wasn’t just the usual hustle. This time, it was different. It was frequent, and you could see the toll it was taking on him.

But despite all that, there was one thing that made you pauset he ring. The diamond ring. You noticed it on his desk one evening, tucked away in a small box, and for a brief moment, you almost forgot everything. It was for you. Only you.

You couldn’t help but feel bored, too bored, to be honest. Everything had been so perfect, but now there was an unsettling calmness in the air. So, you logged into your account, needing a distraction. Instantly, thousands of DMs flooded in, along with rumors and speculations about your life. Your fans were starting to question everything where had you been? What was really happening?

It was time to make things right. After all, they were still your fans. They deserved the truth, or at least, a little peace of mind. So, with a deep breath, you began typing. It was time to clear the air, time to remind them why they had supported you all these years.

You owed it to them. And to yourself.

Then you sighed and went back to do some chores , after a few minutes you saw retweets and dms , your wivies I mean your.. friends were shocked by this news too

After you saw the retweets, the messages flooding in, and the happiness of your fans who finally felt like they had answers for your sudden disappearance, you felt a wave of satisfaction. You had cleared the air, given them something to hold onto. It felt good to know they understood, to know they were still there for you.

But... there were still two people left to explain yourself to.

Shoko. Yep, she was a singer too, but she had only debuted a few songs,three or four, to be exact. She wasn’t as popular as you, but she had her own following with around a million fans. Her music? Damn good. Some might call her underrated, but honestly, you thought of her as uthaime,a hidden gem in the music world.

You two were inseparable as kids, more like two peas in a pod. You’d been through everything together, always there for each other. And who knows? There might’ve been a kiss or two in the past. Couldn’t blame her, couldn’t blame yourself either, you guys were hot.

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[lumine-inkedfanfics]

𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓫: 𝓣𝓸 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Tw: MC death. Character death. Spoilers.

Word count: 530 words.

Upload date: 4th February, 2025.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

"Caleb!!"

Your voice lingers like a song, but only in my memories.

"Caleb, look! They are fighter jets! Will we also go on those one day?"

Yet now you aren't here with me to fly through the skies we once thought was unreachable.

"Caleb a little higher! I'm almost there!"

I remember those times, when I'd use my evol to make you fly and pluck those crispy and juicy apples i love....you love.

"Caleb, Caleb, Caleb"

Nightmares are the only memories of us. I wish they were the happier ones, but it's fine....if this is the only memories of you, then I'll welcome this pain with open arms.

You were like the sun, and I the sunflower always seeking your warmth. Yet now I'm a dead sunflower. Where is my sun?

Don't leave me, what am I without you? I don't want to be your moon. Please let me be your sky in which you light up the world. Always together and interdependent.

"Caleb, this is for you."

The dog tag u gave me is now a noose around my neck. Constricting and choking the life out of me.

"My dream is to leave here and live in the stars."

You didn't need to go alone to the stars. You could have taken your Caleb with you. I could have built you anything your heart desires. Don't leave me here alone. I lived only for you.

I am now but a shell of a human. The memories of you vanishing day by day. The chip eating away the last remains of you. Soon I'll join you. My pip-squeak.

Will you hate me?

For not protecting you or for breaking your hopes and coming to meet you sooner in the stars?

But it doesn't matter if it means I get to be with you. We can ride the clouds and explore universes as long as you are next to me.

"Caleb! Close your eyes."

I see images of you when I close my eyes. Wished every star to open my eyes and see you.

Now I bring not 2 but 3 bouquets of flowers to the Linkon graveyard. One for gran, one for me, and one for you pip-squeak.

I can imagine how you must have felt. Please don't play games. Come back to arms. It's enough. You got me back. I'm sorry for leaving you. PLEASE! Please don't do it to me. I'm sorry.

"Caleb make me braised chicken wings."

What once I learned for you is now a useless skill. I can't cook for you anymore? I can make anything you want! Anything you desire! I'll learn any cuisine for you. But please come back to me. Come back into my arms.

You don't have permission to leave me! How dare you leave me here all alone in this retched world.

If you didn't come, I always came to you.

This time too it won't be different. Soon, the pain of loneliness will take me to you.

As I start my plane, I smile.

Soon I'll be there. My beloved pip-squeak. Sunshine. My one and only.

News reports suggest that Colonel Caleb of the Farspace Fleet died in a plane crash.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

A/n: I wanted to cry. So I wrote it. Like, comment and reblog. Love and deepspace gc on insta. Links on my Instagram. Love you all.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

[ask-postcrash-curly]

fine!

“I don’t need trauma therapy from death itself”

yes, yes you do, and as a omnipotent, all knowing, omnipresent being, i am fully capable of offering such things, if only to define abuse. i hope not to bring distress, im not here for that. im here for solace.

abuse is defined as knowingly causing harm or distress. let’s use for an example the moments leading up to that one thing that happened. (it’s hard to talk about because it needs to be talked about.) your heart is beating louder and faster than it ever has. i heard it. you reach him after the walk (or light sprint, if we’re being real) from medical, and he’s already in a defensive state. his arms crossed, his back to the wall, and when given the opportunity to talk, he goes after you, your dignity, your leadership, he’s bashing you, basically. he silences you, what can you say? you can’t. you stand there in a state of freeze. (as in fight, flight, that shit. if i’m a therapist, we’re busting out the therapy talk.) it’s almost as if you leave your body, just until he stops. just until you know you’re safe. you don’t know if he’ll get physical, no way to know he won’t.

aaand then he’s gone, he’s walked into the cockpit, and you’re hyperventilating. your heart hurts from the way it’s been beating.

i won’t go further than that.

that is abuse, bud. and even by that one interaction, you can tell it’s not the first time that happened. if he’s fine treating you the way he is now, he must be comfortable with it already.

i only wish i could deliver comfort. i physically don’t exist, and yet i do, so let my hand on your head not hurt you, but keep company.

it’s fine. there’s nothing we can actively do right now, the only thing you can do is try to keep yourself not miserable.

the people care, mr curls. stop being a sad little capitalist and take a mental walk, and take these songs. they’re nice.

- 🖤

Wh— Of course I was panicking! I didn’t know how he would react! Obviously not well! It— it was just words. He didn’t so much as insult me. l could have talked back. I should have talked back. I wasn’t in danger, yet. And even if I were, I’m the captain. It’s my job to face the danger before it can reach the rest of them. I wasn’t unsafe. Even if he had gotten physical about it, so what? We’re evenly matched. If anything, I’m stronger. I had nothing to be afraid of except what he would do if I left him leave. (And I did.) I wanted the conversation to end because he was telling me things I didn’t want to hear. Not because he was— No, you’re wrong. It was words. All just words.

I’m not good with confrontation, that’s all. I way upset about Anya and worried how he’d react. That’s the only reason why I— And that was barely a confrontation anyway. He didn’t raise his voice. He was so calm by the end of it.

…

It can’t be abuse. It’s just words. He didn’t even yell, so how could that be abuse? Hell, that’s nowhere near the worst thing he’s said to me. …No. No, he never did anything like this before— It wasn’t— I could fight back before. It wasn’t the same as this. I never expected he’d hurt me like this. He was good at hiding how he felt about me. He got insecure sometimes, yeah? Got angry if he felt abandoned. If I said something too out of line. He never just— I never thought he liked seeing me hurt for the sake of it until he hit me when he knew I was in pain to begin with and he knew I couldn’t stop him. Wouldn’t have minded if I could have stopped him.

…Thanks.

“Not miserable.” Hah. Best I can do most of the time is “not actively suicidal.”

I don’t mean to. I never wanted to stay on this path. I figured I’d be happy as long as I got to fly. Just a few short hauls, then onto bigger and better. Real work. I was up here. That was supposed to be enough for a while. Space seemed endless back then. Now it’s empty. Makes me empty too. Whenever I’m on Earth it’s moved on without me in a million impossibly fast ways. I felt like I was losing my mind sometimes. As if no one else noticed or cared that my life is slipping by. As if they thought this job meant something real. I’m no capitalist. I know exactly how fucking little it matters. And that I know matters even less.

The people care. What is there left of me to care about? I’m not talking about what’s outside.

You’re right. I— I need to get out of my own thoughts.

…

They’re nice. Thanks. Sorry I don’t have specific things to say. I can’t… put the words together. But I mean it. Feeling a little better now.

Don’t like the last one much though.

[03jyh23]

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🏠┆home in your arms

song mingi x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where mingi missed you

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none!

│roulette prompt 6 + mingi + galactic

You put the key into the lock, making sure you're quiet enough not to wake Mingi up—your flight was delayed and you landed in the middle of the night. You were about to turn the key when the door suddenly opened. Mingi stood there, his hair disheveled. You smiled at him and wanted to say hi, but before you could open your mouth, Mingi pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. He breathes in your scent, and you can't help but smile against his chest.

"I missed you," he whispers, arms tightening around you. "Don't go away for that long again."

You laugh. "Baby, it was only three days," you say as you gently pull away to peck his lips, but he only pulls you back in, burying his face in your neck.

"Three days too long," he mumbles against your skin, and you can't help but melt into his warmth.

He hums contentedly, swaying you both gently from side to side in the doorway. The cool night air wraps around you both, but you can barely feel it with how warm he keeps you. His fingers trace patterns on your back, and you can tell he won’t let go even for a moment.

"Will you at least let me close the door?" you ask yet your arms tighten around his waist.

Mingi chuckles, "Fine, but only if you promise not to leave my arms for the rest of the night." You smile and nod against him, letting him shuffle backward just enough for you to kick the door closed behind you.

You lock eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. He smiles into it and pulls you closer to kiss you, slowly, lovingly.

"I missed you too, love," you say, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are filled with so much love and adoration that it makes your heart skip a beat.

Mingi pulls back slightly, a pout forming on his lips. "You better have missed me just as much," he teases, his eyes twinkling. "I might be devastated if you tell me you didn't think about me every single second you were away."

You giggle, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Every single second? Even when I was sleeping?"

"Especially when you were sleeping," he says with mock seriousness. "I expect detailed reports of all your dreams about me."

You laugh, playing along. "Well, there was this one dream where you were a galactic cowboy, riding through the stars on a glowing space horse..."

Mingi's eyes light up with amusement. "A galactic cowboy? Do tell more."

You can't help but giggle at his eager expression. "You were wearing this ridiculous sparkly spacesuit with cowboy boots and a hat that had little twinkling stars all over it."

He bursts into laughter, the sound warm and rich. "Sounds like quite the fashion statement. Maybe I should try that look sometime."

"Please don't," you say through your giggles, burying your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you both stay like that for a while.

"Come on," he whispers, tugging you gently toward the bedroom. "Let's get you to bed. You must be exhausted from your flight." You nod sleepily, finally feeling the tiredness settling in now that you're home. As you both curl up under the covers, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, you know that no matter where you go, coming back to him will always feel like coming home.

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[noblehouseofgay]

Marauders era x Disney Songs

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Characters:

Sirius- Just Can't Wait To Be King (Lion King)

Remus- Strangers Like Me (Tarzan)

James- Go the Distance (Hercules)

Regulus- I Won't Say I'm in Love (Hercules)

Barty- Why Should I Worry (Oliver and Company)

Evan- Ev'rybody Wants to be a Cat (Aristocats)

Dorcas- How Far I'll Go (Moana)

Marlene- Real Gone (Cars)

Pandora- Into the Unknown (Frozen 2)

Lily- Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Mary- Nobody Like U (Turning Red)

Peter- Bare Necessities (Jungle Book)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pairs:

Black brothers- For the First Time in Forever (Frozen)

Jegulus- Ma Belle Evangeline (Princess and the Frog)

Wolfstar- I See the Light (Tangled)

Rosekiller- Trashin' the Camp (Tarzan)

Pandalily- That's How You Know (Enchanted)

Dorlene- Kiss the Girl (Little Mermaid)

Bartylus- You've Got a Friend in Me (Toy Story)

Moonwater- When Will My Life Begin (Tangled)

Prongsfoot- If I Didn't Have You (Monsters Inc)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Groups:

The Marauders- I've Got a Dream (Tangled)

The Skittles- Be Prepared (Lion King)

The Valkyries- Under the Sea (Little Mermaid)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Characters (angst edition):

Regulus- Mother Knows Best (Tangled)

Sirius- The Best of Friends (Fox and the Hound)

Remus- Pictures in my Head (Muppets)

James- The Next Right Thing (Frozen 2)

Lily- When She Loved Me (Toy Story 2)

Mary- Remember Me (Coco)

[terrortwinunicorn]

And So The Story Continues....

Damian's POV

Last night certainly was a dream come true. Marrying y/n, and now waking up this morning with my wife snuggled into me, a smile on her face, was definitely what dreams are made of.

I gently brush the hair from her face as her eyes flutter open, hooking her chin and tilting her face towards me.

"Buenos días, Señora Martínez," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Buenos días Señor Martínez," she murmured against my lips as she cupped my cheek before we broke the kiss. I rested my forehead against hers. Our eyes met. "We better get dressed before Demi and Matt arrive. We don't need her using her key and jumping onto our bed again."

I chuckled as I give her a quick kiss "Agreed we better get ready and eat before our little eager beaver gets here," I smirk. Making y/n roll her eyes.

We reluctantly leave the bed and dress. I head downstairs before Y/N as she was finishing getting ready. I made breakfast. One of Y/N's favorites, three little pigs omelets, with ham, pork breakfast sausage, and bacon, onions, green, red and yellow peppers, and tons of cheddar cheese, wheat toast, fresh orange juice, and a strawberry and banana protein smoothie.

She came downstairs with her brown hair tied back in a messy bun, a Damian Priest t-shirt, and jean shorts.

"Mm. Everything smells and looks delicious Babe," she smiles as she kissed my lips "Gracias mi dulce esposo."

"De nada, mi dulce esposa," I said against her lips as I had her Love Under the Stars playlist playing, as we hadn't taken Spotify off our TV last night. Just shut it off. God, Your Mama, And Me by Florida Georgia Line, and Backstreet Boys play throughout the house. As I wrapped an arm around y/n's waist as she held my shirt as we held the kiss a beat longer before my hand slipped to her ass cheek, cupping it before patting it "Come on let's eat before it gets cold," I held the chair and she sat before placing a napkin in her lap. She's softly singing along to the song. Making me smile.

I looked at y/n while sitting across from her. Wow, my best friend was now also my wife, I thought to myself as she picked up the orange juice, taking a long greedy drink. She licks her lips, and her eyes rise to meet mine, a smile on her coral lips.

"What?" she blushes, bringing the napkin to her lips, patting them dry.

"Just thinking," I replied as I rest my chin against my hand as I just stare at y/n.

"About?" she inquires, tilting her head slightly, looking at me as By Your Side by Sade began.

"How incredibly lucky I am to get to call you not only my best friend and my lover but now also my wife," I took her hand in mine. I caressed the back of her hand as we looked into each other's eyes.

"Amor, it is I who am incredibly lucky. I get to call you my best friend and lover but now also my husband," she smiles, as Through The Years by Kenny Rogers filled our house. "Now we should probably eat. You, after all, worked incredibly hard on this marvelous breakfast."

I smile as we begin eating, listening to a list cultivated by y/n of all the love songs that she loves, no pun intended.

"I do hope you enjoyed the breakfast, Amor," I smile at her as silence, with the exception of the music, filled the air. As we had finished eating, Y/N places her fork and butter knife down onto the plate.

"It was delicious, Corazón," she smiled, patting her mouth with the napkin. "But then again, you have always been an amazing cook and baker." She took a drink of smoothie, closing her eyes and savoring the flavor for a moment before her green eyes opened and she laid them upon me.

Dreaming of You by Selena began. Our first dance last night was to this song. Our first real dance as thirteen-year-olds was to this song. I stood up after we finished breakfast and held out my hand, "May I have this dance?" I asked.

"Yes, you may," she placed her hand into mine before rising to her feet. I took her into my arms and we began dancing in our kitchen.

I dip her, making her laugh lightly before I bring her back to an upright position. We danced as the song wound to an end. We stop, and she smiles at me, "Te amo y/n." I smile as Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) by Frank Sinatra filled the house.

"Te amo, Luis," she smiles as we stayed in each other's embrace. "We should probably clean up before our guests arrive," y/n states as Good Morning Beautiful by Steve Holy began.

"We should. Demi said they'd be back at twelve noon, and well," I checked my watch, "It's currently ten forty-five in the morning. We can clean up and then dance, at least until they arrive."

"I would very much love to dance with you, my husband," she grins at me as I took her hand, kissing the back of it.

"And I you my wife," I spin her. She giggles before we cleaned up. Placing our dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

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Little Things by One Direction plays. I know it's a weird selection for two forty-two year olds, but we happened to hear it the day of our first official date at our favorite restaurant. When Y/N Shazams the song, we knew this had to be added to Y/N's Love Under the Stars playlist.

She smiles up at me as the doorbell rings just as Change Your Name by Brett Young begins. I took the clicker from the table, shutting off the song and then the TV before we went to answer the door.

Demi, Matt, and their three dogs as well as a large piece of luggage were at the door.

"Oh look y/n. They're herrrre," I say the 'they're here' like the little girl from the movie Poltergeist. Demi rolls her eyes.

"Can we come in, or do we have to pay an entrance fee now?" asked Demi.

"At least they should for you. The way you constantly interrupt them," teased Matt. Demi flipped him off as y/n and I stood aside. Bella, Luna, and Barry came charging into the house as Demi entered, followed by Matt pulling the suitcase in.

"Matt, just take the suitcase to the guest room," says y/n with a small wave of the hand. "You know where it is."

"I do. By the way do I smell coffee?" quizzed Matt.

"You do. Made a pot just for the two of you," I gesture to him and Demi.

"Ah thanks mate.," he smiles before ascending the steps to the second floor where all the bedrooms were located.

Demi helps herself to the coffee, pouring herself a mug and Matt one as well, as y/n and I still nurse our protein smoothies.

"I can't wait to hear about the welcome party for Angelo and Ginger. Of course, nothing will top yesterday's events," grins Demi, making both y/n and me smile at her before y/n turned to me, and I pressed my lips to hers. She smiles softly against my lips. "I'm going to let this slide seeing as you two are newlyweds, but um, remember it's still very awkward standing here watching you two making out."

Y/N cupped my face before we broke the kiss laughing. "Sorry about that sis," smiles y/n.

"Pft. No worries," Demi smiles as Matt came into the kitchen and Demi hands him the mug of black coffee.

"Thanks Babe," he smiles taking a drink of the coffee.

"Shall we get comfortable?" I asked.

Without another word, Demi and the dogs head to the living room, Matt following as Y/N glanced up at me, a smile curling her lips.

"It might not beat last night," she wrapped her arms around my neck as I placed my hands on her hips and smiled down at her.

"Baby, nothing is ever going to beat last night," I press a kiss to her lips as I slowly snake my arms around her, pulling her flush to my body.

"But the welcome party really was fun," she smiles as I lean in, pressing my lips to hers.

"You got that right," I chuckled as I rested my forehead against hers. I reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Y/N," I smiled softly.

"Y/N! LUIS! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" yells Demi.

"We better go before she comes in and carries us into the living room," y/n giggles.

I chuckled before pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "You're right," I smiled as I snaked my arm around hers and laced our fingers together.

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"Okay so where did we leave off?" I smirk as y/n giggles lightly as I tap my chin.

"¡La fiesta de bienvenida estúpido!" says Demi exasperated. ("The welcome party, stupid!")

"Oh right. The welcome party," I nod as Demi shoots me a look.

"Well, the weight of the previous night still hung in the air the next morning;" I began.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

I woke up with y/n still sound asleep beside me. She was wearing one of my t-shirts as pajamas. She had gotten sick when we got home from One Eyed Jack's and thrown up all over her regular pajamas, so I gave her one of my t-shirts to sleep in. She was shivering lightly beside me, so I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to me. She sighed contentedly as she settled into my body. I grinned to myself. I couldn't help but notice how perfectly she fit into me like a puzzle piece. I buried my face into the curve of her neck, and my eyes slowly closing, and I fell back asleep rather quickly.

Waking back up about two hours later, we were still tangled up in each other. My arm wrapped around hers like a vine, our fingers laced together. A smile spread across my face as y/n's eyes slowly open. She moans lightly as the sunlight hits her face.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Stupid sun," she pouts. I chuckle softly as I bring a hand up shielding her eyes.

"Better?" I asked.

She nods softly as I kissed her cheek "Muy bien," I said my lips brushing her ear making her shiver.

"That tickles Luis," she giggles.

"What?" I smirk.

"Your breath against my cheek," she murmured.

"Mm," I moved my lips to her neck "Better?"

"No. Luis that tickles even more," she giggles as I ghost my lips along the curve of her neck causing more giggles to fall from her lips as she squirms beside me making me smirk against her neck.

"Oh, it does?" I ask with a tilt of enjoyment in my voice. I leave a trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. I am well aware of what I am doing but when a soft moan replaced the giggles something awoke in me. I turned her and I pressed my lips to hers. She let out a soft moan against my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck as I wrapped my arms around her pulling her flush to my body. The kiss turning passionate quickly. My hands slowly moving the t-shirt off her hips. I slowly moved us laying y/n onto her back and me on top. She looked up at me. Her eyes meeting mine. No words exchange but she knew what I was asking. She bit her lip and nods cupping my cheek before pressing her lips to mine. The kiss turning into more with each passing second until my bedroom door is knocked on. I pulled away so fast that I sent myself off balance, and the momentum sent me to the floor. Y/N sat up as I pulled myself up into a sitting position. "Come in," I called as I got off the floor and sat on the bed.

The door opened and pops pokes his head around it "Oh good you're up," he smiles "I made breakfast. The three little pigs omelette you enjoy, y/n."

"Oh," smiles y/n "Gracias Señor Martínez. We will be right down."

"Good," he smiles as he looked at me with a smile before closing the door.

I turned to y/n and she laughs lightly before nodding.

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"OH MY GOD! You two nearly slept together sober?!" gasped Demi.

Matt rolls his eyes "And this is why they need to charge you admission," he sighs.

Demi shoots him a look.

"Yes," y/n answered "He didn't even have to ask. I knew but," she looked at me.

"Yeah Pops sorta interrupted it," I sigh.

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We walked downstairs, and Pops had the table set with three plates of omelettes at three chairs. Orange juice sat in a pitcher, and wheat toast was placed on a plate in the center of the table, with butter and a butter knife beside it.

"Oh wow, Señor Martínez, everything looks amazing!" smiles y/n as I hold her chair as she sits. She has pulled on purple and black lounge pants and is still in my t-shirt.

"Thank you y/n," says Pops sitting. I sat to y/n's right.

"She's right, pops; it looks and smells phenomenal," I comment.

"Gracias mi hijo," he smiles

I pour orange juice for y/n and myself as I was about to pour a glass for pops. He waved me off. He held up a cup of tea.

"Gracias, Luis," y/n smiles as she took a long slow drink of orange juice.

"De nada, y/n," I smile at her.

"So did you two have fun last night? I know I heard you two come in about two this morning," said Pops.

"We had fun," I smile as I glanced at y/n and she nods in agreement.

"I know dancing with you was fun," smiles y/n as she placed a hand on top of mine. "And thank you for holding my hair when I got sick almost as soon as we got back."

I reach up and brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek. Her eyes meet mine and after a long pause, I say, "Hey, you're the Baby to my Johnny," I smile.

She blushes lightly as her eyes fell away from mine "Luis," she giggles.

"What?" I ask as I turn her face to me gently, as her green eyes rise to meet mine.

"Seriously, I'm the Baby to your Johnny?" she laughs.

I grin at her. "Absolutely," I boop her nose as she smiles softly at me. My heart stopped, and my stomach did about fifty somersaults.

Pops clears his throat and we both look at him. "You two may want to stop flirting and eat. You have a welcome party to get to in Jersey in a couple of hours," saying it as more of a command than a suggestion.

"We are," y/n looks panicked I can see the wheels in her head turning trying to form the right words, "We are not flirting," blushes y/n.

"Exactly. It's playful banter," I agree.

Pops giving us the 'I wasn't born yesterday' look. "Uh huh, sure you two aren't," he says, sipping his tea.

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"I knew there was a reason I love your pops," Demi grins evilly.

Y/N and I both roll our eyes "We know we were both obvious," we laugh.

"In all fairness, you two had sex together once and were going to do it again had your," Matt points to me, "pops not interrupted."

I raise a hand as I drape my arm around y/n's shoulders.

"Okay that's true but," I began.

"No. No buts. The first time, okay? You two were blitzed. The second time? You both were stone cold sober!" Matt fairly pointed out "So he looks at you," he points to y/n "Doesn't say can I, we have sex? No. But yet you knew of what he was asking with his eyes! And she," he gestures to y/n as he looks at me "agrees to the sex without a single word exchanged. And yet? You two didn't know you liked no scratch that were in love with one another?!" he threw his hands up but he wasn't waving them like he didn't care "What was this going to be labeled? Friends with benefits?!!"

Demi gives Matt a bemused look. "Wow. And I thought I was invested?!"

Y/N tries to cover her giggle with a cough, but to no avail. The same goes for me; my smirk gave me away.

" Okay. I'm invested but I don't interrupt at least," Matt shoots back at Demi.

" But you're invested!!!" she gleefully pointed out.

Matt rolls his eyes "But really what would you two have called this one? Friends with benefits? And just blissfully went about just fucking each other and not realizing it also involved feelings?!"

"Matt. Trust me. It's no use trying to figure out why Luis and I were stupid back then. Let's focus on how we eventually came to our senses and now," she held up her

left hand as I lifted mine.

" We have and everything is now right in the world," I finished.

Demi smacks Matt on the arm "Now if you don't ask stupid

questions I won't interrupt," she says.

Matt's eyes widen "You have a deal!" he says before looking to us "Hurry this may not last long!"

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"Pops we aren't flirting!" I blush "Y/N and I," I glance at y/n "We are. Um. We are having playful banter."

"Luis, I may have been born at night but it certainly wasn't last night. It's just not the words leaving your lips. It's the gestures and the looks you two do! It's not a bad thing. You two can flirt all you want. You're adults. Flirting is not against the law regardless of what I or anyone may have told you two as kids," Y/N and I exchanged looks before both of us began laughing, making Pops smile as he had told ten-year-old us that flirting would get us locked up in prison.

"We know," y/n offers him a sweet smile "Although ten year old me was terrified that if we even looked at each other crossed eyed the police would arrest me."

Pops chuckled, "Sorry about scaring you like that y/n," as he pats y/n's hand.

"Señor Martínez, trust me. It was what we needed. Granted, I kinda wish I could have just listened to you back when I was sixteen," her voice trailing off as her face grew somber.

"The choices we make help us learn and grow," Pops offers. "And well, that was a lesson that helped you learn and grow, y/n. And they have made you an even better person because you're already a pretty amazing person. I understand how my son loves you as much as he does."

"Thank you Sir," she smiles.

"Pops is right y/n," I smile, taking y/n's hand in mine. "And we can't change the past, but we can look ahead to the future, and I want you in mine for as long as you will have me in yours."

"Siempre y para siempre," she smiles as her eyes fill with tears.

I don't even think twice before reaching up and cupping her cheek as I wipe away the tears from her face.

"You got it," I whisper softly as I lean over, pressing a kiss to her forehead. I hear a soft sigh leave her lips, making my heart swell. I place my forehead against hers, our eyes meeting as she gives me a smile.

"Your pops is right, though we should eat. I still have to shower before we leave."

I chuckle lightly because she had a point. We began eating. The only sound was that of utensils hitting the plate every once in a while. The birds' song drifted from outside.

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I am driving to Cape May, New Jersey, as that's where Ginger's grandparents have a mansion and where the welcome party is being held. Now y/n and I didn't plan it but we wound up matching. She wore a black cocktail dress with cap sleeves with a lilac sash at the waist. I wore a black suit with a lilac tie.

Y/N giggles lightly as she watches the world go by out the passenger window. I smirk before turning my head slightly to look at her.

"What's so funny?" I chuckled.

"How we unintentionally match," she says looking at her hands in her lap "You know I would've changed."

"Y/N. I could've too. I mean, I could've borrowed a tie from my pops," I shrug lightly as I keep my eyes ahead of me on the road. Before I took my free hand, I placed it over hers. "I mean, we are paired together for the wedding on Monday anyways, so why not match?" I glance at her, giving her my cheesiest smile, making her giggle lightly before rolling her eyes.

"Luis. You're a giant ass dork. I do hope you know that," she teased me as I pull up to the security station at the gate for Ginger's grandparents mansion.

I rolled down the window trying to not chuckle at what she said.

"IDs and state your business!" said the gruff-looking security guard.

Y/N reached her hand across me, handing the security guard her driver's license. He looked at the license and then at Y/N. She gave him a small, innocent smile. He checked a list in his hand, making a check mark before handing her back her driver's license.

I finally grabbed my wallet and handed the security guard my driver's license. He studies it before checking his list and making another check mark. He hands me my driver's license back before stepping onto the platform that the security guard house sat upon. He hit a button and the large intricate iron gates open. I pull forward my license still in hand.

"Okay, that guard was scary," y/n says, looking over her shoulder.

I nod as I drive up a winding driveway. An immaculate house sat at the end of the driveway.

"That's their vacation home?!" I exclaimed.

Y/N let out a low whistle as she leans forward "I-I wow," she said.

"Right?" I said as I looked at my old suit before looking at y/n. "And suddenly, I feel completely underdressed."

Y/N glanced down at her dress before looking at me "Same amigo."

We both looked at the house again as I pulled up to a valet stand. They opened the doors and we got out. I quickly made a beeline for y/n as she was being gawked at by a couple of the valets. I protectively wrapped an arm around her while glaring at them.

"Do we have a problem?" I sneer. "I would recommend removing your eyes from my girlfriend," y/n's head snapped towards me, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. "Unless you want me to remove them for you," I step behind y/n, placing my hands on her shoulders before steering her towards the mansion.

We get to the stairs and immediately come to y/n's side, draping an arm around her shoulders. We climb them as y/n looks at me, her face still set in a small state of shock.

"Luis, what was that back there?" she glanced behind us as I did the same. The valets quickly removed their eyes from y/n.

"That?" I point my thumb behind us "was me seeing you uncomfortable and me protecting you."

"Thank you Luis," she said as a man dressed in a tuxedo opened the door for us.

"You're welcome," I smile, escorting you into the house by the small of her back.

Angelo comes up to us with two flutes of champagne.

"You guys made it," he smiles.

"Well no shit dumb ass," said y/n sipping the champagne "A I'm family and B we are a bridesmaid and groomsman. We are kinda required by law to be at the welcome party for the wedding," y/n laughs making me chuckle.

Angelo shook his head, "Mingle. I have to get," before we hear a squeak and a small brunette comes running towards us.

"Y/N!! Uncle Luis!!!!!" screamed Layla as she crashed into my legs, making me stumble backwards, but Y/N grabbed my hand without hesitation, steadying me.

"Layla Jolene Ottomano, what have we told you about playing linebacker?" scolded Angelo. "Apologize to Uncle Luis."

Layla looks up at me with the same green eyes y/n has. "Sorry Uncle Luis," she says before turning to Angelo. "I was just happy to see them."

"I know, but we walk calmly towards people," explained Angelo as I stoop and picked up Layla. She threw her arms around my neck before kissing my cheek.

"I really am sorry, Uncle Luis," Layla nods emphatically as she turns to Y/N with a huge smile on her face. "Y/N, you and Uncle Luis match! Does that mean you love each other?" Angelo nearly choked on his champagne.

Y/N blushes as she polished off her first flute of champagne before grabbing another from a passing waiter, flawlessly putting the empty one on the tray. "It was a happy accident," says y/n quickly taking another drink of champagne making me chuckle. Y/N gives me a look and I hit her with the grin I knew made her weak. I see the smirk form on Angelo's face. Y/N mumbles under her breath making me smirk even more.

"Layla Jolene?!" calls Ginger.

I kissed the side of Layla's head before putting her on the floor. "You better go. Your mom is looking for you," I said. Layla quickly hugs Y/N before running off. I shook my head as Y/N looked at me before she walked further into the house. I followed her. I gently grabbed her hand, pulling her into a small alcove off the living room. "You okay?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" y/n asked.

"Squish I saw your face with what Layla asked."

"And she's three. She doesn't understand," Y/N shook her head. "Luis, I'm good," she reached up, cupping my cheek. "I promise. With everything I am," she offered me a smile, immediately making me weak-kneed. "Okay. Let's go mingle."

"But," I begin to protest as she gave me a simple look, one I knew meant the discussion was over and I was simply not to bring it up again. "Okay. Fine. It's dropped," she left the small alcove and I followed.

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A while later....

Y/N and I were talking with Bianca and her boyfriend, Anson Mckinney when I see Bianca's eyes grow wide and y/n does too. She quickly turned to where Bianca was looking. It's Lucia!

"What the fuck is she doing here?" y/n hissed at Bianca.

Bianca shrugged, "I honestly do-" Bianca stopped as Lucia hugged Ginger's mom, Karen. I think our mouths dropped at the same time.

"I'm not drunk nearly enough for this," y/n shook her head before heading to the bar poolside. Bianca quickly followed her. Me? I'm rooted to the spot as Lucia sees me. A smile passes her lips before she exchanges some final words with Karen. She saunters towards me as Anson looks at me before looking at Lucia.

"Well look at that. My watch is telling me it's time to get the f out of here," he quickly hurried off outside.

Chicken, I thought as Lucia stepped in front of me. She wore a fake smile that almost matched her fake everything else.

"Luis. What a surprise," she bats her eyelashes as I roll my eyes. "I didn't expect you here. Mrs. Fitzpatrick didn't say anything about you being here."

"Oh come off it Lucia. You knew damn well I would be. You know Angelo is one of my closest friends and I'm a groomsmen. You work at the bridal shop Ginger got her gown at."

Lucia laughed as she tried to touch my forearm, but I took a step back. "Oopsie, that's right," she stepped closer to me. I tried to step around her, but she blocked me. "Oh come on, Luis. This is fate. Two times in as many days of us seeing each other. We're meant to be."

I scoff as I look at Lucia before my eyes moved to find y/n. She was at the bar with Bianca watching us.

"Read my lips. You," I point to her, "and me," I point to myself, "are never getting back together. I would be a damn fool if I did. So please don't flatter yourself."

I walked around her as I started walking away, "Luis, all you will ever be is street trash!" she yells. I looked up and saw the flash of anger pass over y/n's face. Bianca did too as y/n set her drink down before making a beeline straight for Lucia, Bianca closely at y/n's heels.

I put one arm out, wrapping it around y/n's waist as Salvatore and Bruno escorted Lucia out. I carried y/n straight to an empty room off the massive living room. I set y/n on her feet as I shut the door.

"Why did you stop me?" she asked, her eyes still burning with anger.

"Well, let's see. You, um, take Lucia out; you have a room full of witnesses that could and most probably would testify against you, especially Ginger's family members. Two, you don't want to ruin Angelo's day, do you?"

"I might. What was that bitch even doing here in the first place?" y/n asks exasperated.

"I got a feeling Karen arranged it."

"Because of course she did," y/n's face contorts in anger "If she wasn't Layla's grandma."

"I know. Bang. Boom. Zoom. To the moon," I said as I wrapped y/n in my arms. She is physically shaking with anger. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Sal and Mr. Ottomano took her out already."

Y/N giggles as she has her face buried in my chest. She picks her head up and looks at me, "You know you can call him Bruno, right? He has literally given you permission to do so."

She keeps her arms around my torso as she smiles up at me. I look at her, and a smile of my own reflects back at her. "I know, but he is my friend's father. My parents have always.." She placed a finger to my lips.

"I get it. And it is really really sweet how you still do it," she stood on tip toe before pressing a kiss to my cheek. As the door opened and Bianca walked in.

"There you two are. What the hell happened?" she said to me. "Why did you stop, y/n?"

"Didn't want to see her get arrested," I admit, as Bianca hands y/n her drink back.

"Fair," nods Bianca as Anson walked in.

"Um, they need you three for pictures," he gestures to y/n, Bianca, and me.

"And so it begins," Bianca sighed, as we left the room, following Anson as he took us to a garden where professionally done photos were being taken of Angelo, Ginger, Layla, their families, and the wedding party.

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"Wait, so you're ending it there?!" asked Demi, as Matt looked at her. Y/N had been passed out the better part of an hour on my lap. Bella, Luna, and Barry joining her in slumber-land on the floor.

"Babe, it's one thirty. I think this story is over," Matt explained, and I nod sleepily. "Besides, y/n crashed out over an hour ago. Dogs too. I'm about to. Let's go to sleep!"

"But!" protests Demi.

"Later we can tell you about Layla's fourth birthday party at the amusement park and how y/n and I got trapped on top of the ferris-wheel, but for now, let's focus on something else, like sleep," I said.

Demi pouts but reluctantly nods her head "Fine," she murmured as Matt and her leave.

I gently scoop y/n up, shutting the lights off before ascending the stairs with y/n tucked safely in my arms as I make my way to our bedroom. Yes, another story was told and later a new one would begin, but for now, now it's sleep o'clock.

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Mountain Immortal

(a Fresh Powder in the Pine Trees story)

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Wei Ying is in the zone. 

It’s after lessons have closed on a Tuesday and he’s sitting at a table in the main lodge, editing his and Nie Huaisang’s latest video footage while waiting for Wen Qing to close up the clinic for the day. “Tangerine” is blasting in his headphones and his beat up laptop hasn’t overheated yet. The clips he’s working on are the fails, the attempts, the outtakes. They’re probably his favorites to go through because the pain has passed, but the lesson lives on, and, most of the time, they’re just really funny. Watching Jiang Cheng eat shit off a rail, while knowing that he’s fine, will never get old. 

So he’s totally in the zone. Which is probably why he doesn’t notice Lan Zhan over his shoulder until he feels a hand shaking him gently.

There’s something like panic in Lan Zhan’s voice when Wei Ying removes his headphones.

“When was this?” he asks.

“Ah? Lan Zhan…?”

“Are you hurt?”

“Am I — Lan Zhan, what’s wrong?”

Lan Zhan points to the screen where the Wei Ying of a little over a week ago just landed hard on his ass after a failed rail slide. 

“Ah, no, it’s fine. Wen Qing said all the bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood is supposed to be!”

Alarm lights in Lan Zhan's eyes, his eyebrows twitch toward his hairline.

“It’s a reference!" Wei Ying says, backpedaling hard and fast. "A bad reference. And a joke! Importantly, it’s a joke. I’m fine. I promise. No bleeding, internally or externally. Just a giant bruise on my ass. And on my pride."

Lan Zhan's expression settles out again, and Wei Ying takes a breath. He scoots his laptop over as Lan Zhan takes a seat, pressing play on the clip so that Lan Zhan can see the Wei Ying on the screen roll on the ground for a minute before hopping back up to his feet and trying the rail slide again.

"Nie Huaisang edits all of the good stuff," Wei Ying says. "I get to play with all the stuff he cuts out."

Lan Zhan hums as he watches Wei Ying fall off the rail a second time, though much less spectacularly than the first. "I didn't know you filmed snowboarding movies."

"Movies?" Wei Ying laughs. "You make me sound like Uncle Xiao. No, no. Just stupid little shit like this. Clips and compilations for YouTube. Huaisang just didn't want to go to film school."

“Uncle Xiao?” Of course he would pick up on that. Wei Ying can see him putting it together. He’s so smart. He can’t not. “Xiao Xingchen?”

Wei Ying really does try not to flaunt his connection to living legend Xiao Xingchen, backcountry snowboarder and filmmaker of many a ski resort employees' dreams. But Lan Zhan is Lan Zhan. His family does own this entire mountain. He won't likely be prone to the same starstruck jealousy as many of Uncle Song's rental techs.

“Uh, yeah. He was a close friend of my mom’s.”

Lan Zhan nods.

“He, uh. He used to film me when I was just learning. And then when I was getting better. He didn’t,” Wei Ying has to clear his throat against the memories before he continues, “he didn’t get into making movies for the money. He’s just always liked filming. Uncle Song fucking hates it. I still don’t know how Uncle Xiao convinced him to be in Distant Snow and Cold Frost.”

“Mr. Song does not seem the type to enjoy being filmed.”

“‘Mr. Song.’ So formal, Lan Zhan!”

“He is my coworker. And a department head.” 

“Sure, but he’s also a fucking knuckle-dragger. Just call him Song Lan. For me.”

Lan Zhan hesitates, and Wei Ying can see the impropriety of it eating away at him. But, after a moment, he acquiesces with a quiet, “Mn.”

“Have you seen any of Xiao Xingchen’s films?”

“I have. We screened Mountain Immortal here after it won an award at Banff.”

“Ah! I can’t watch that one without crying, like a lot.”

“It was a beautiful tribute.”

It was a beautiful tribute. Cangse Sanren, as she’s known in the world of winter sports, and Wei Changze had died in an avalanche in Colorado while Xiao Xingchen had been filming in Alaska. When he heard about it, Uncle Xiao had taken his movie about the history of splitboarding and made it into a memorial to his sister and her husband. Of course, it still flowed really well because he just made it a family thing. Grandma Baoshan was still a main feature as the inventor of the splitboard. She passed her backcountry spirit onto her kids and on down. 

There was so much home-video footage from Xiao Xingchen’s teenage fascination with cameras, so much footage of Wei Ying’s mom. Less of Wei Changze, but there was enough. 

Wei Ying pauses, considering how he wants to take this conversation. He could just pass this off as a passing interest, or shift to talking about outdoor sports in the film industry. But he’s been pushing Lan Zhan out of his comfort zone a lot. Possibly too much. He’s earned this, if he wants it. So Wei Ying takes a deep breath and says, “It’s my family.”

“Your… You’re Cangse Sanren’s son?”

“I am!” He smiles as bright and wide as he used to for her. It almost doesn't hurt to do it for Lan Zhan.

“So when you said ‘uncle,’ you meant…”

“Yeah! Mama was never formally adopted by Grandma Baoshan, but yeah. I meant jiujiu.”

This is the moment, usually, when someone will lavish him with sympathy, condolences or whatever. Wei Ying hates it, but he understands. Death is hard, but more than that it's weird. It lingers, haunting every relationship for the rest of forever.

But Lan Zhan doesn't say all the uncertain placating things that Wei Ying is used to. His face draws in, not in discomfort but in… understanding.

He hums, a small sad noise and then says, “My mom died when I was young, too.”

Wei Ying could almost fall over with relief. Which is. Not the reaction he should have to that. “Do you remember her?” he asks.

“A little. I was six.”

“Oh, I was fourteen.”

“Tell me about her?”

Wei Ying gasps a little, despite himself. “Really?”

“You don’t hav—”

“No, I’d like to. I just." Nobody has ever asked him that before. "Yeah! Okay.” 

Wei Ying takes a deep breath. He doesn’t really know where to start, so he just talks. He tells Lan Zhan stories from his childhood. Stories about snow and laughter and family. 

He talks about her smile and the way she always seemed to have snow in her braid. She used to spray him with powder every time he beat her down the hill. It was funny and very Mama, but it also taught him to go slower, to take his time on the slope. She refused to let anybody else teach him how to ride. She taught him to carve, first on groomers and then in powder. She used to put hand warmers in her boots because her toes were always cold. And she was just constantly losing pairs of goggles. 

He tells Lan Zhan the story of how Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze met. How they shared a chair at Park City and Wei Changze, a skier, had waited for Cangse to strap in. How he had followed her, kept up with her, impressed her. How she’d invited him for a drink at the lodge but, when they figured out that neither of them could afford ski resort alcohol, they’d crawled into the back of Wei Changze’s beat up station wagon and smoked weed in the parking lot. 

He tells him about skiing between his baba’s legs when he was too young to snowboard. About Wei Changze’s impressive will power and consistency, like how he would just quit drinking coffee occasionally when he felt he was too addicted. And his lifelong commitment to skis, despite his wife’s family’s many attempts to convert him. It won him great esteem from one of his mothers-in-law and… something else from the other. 

“Grandma Baoshan always called him an ‘unrepentant skier’ and I was never sure if she meant that as a compliment or an insult.”

He tells him about his first backcountry trip when he was 9. About the absurdly small splitboard Baoshan Sanren had built for him in her garage. And then about Baoshan Sanren’s garage. The things she made, the prototypes she’d scrapped. How Song Lan was, and still is, the only one she allowed to fully access the garage, not even her wife is allowed in there unsupervised. And the way she’d chase Xiao Xingchen away any time he’d tried to point a camera in her general direction. 

He talks about Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan and going on full family outings with all seven of them packing into two cars and driving to the slopes in the early morning dark. How little Wei Ying would just cruise up the skin tracks once they’d been broken in. How he’d built his muscles surrounded by family and fresh powder. How he’d learned early to earn his turns. 

“I’ll take you up a mountain the fun way sometime,” he offers, and then laughs, delighted by Lan Zhan’s eager acceptance. 

He tells stories of Song Lan teaching him how to do all of the practical maintenance on skis and snowboards and splitboards because he basically did all of it for the whole family. Wei Changze would help and Wei Ying would get the skins all tangled and stuck to each other. How difficult it can be to get that adhesive out of hair. Or hair out of the adhesive. 

“There’s actually a picture in Mountain Immortal,” he says, “of me sitting in a pile of probably ten pairs of skins that Baba and Uncle Song had piled on me because I was causing so much trouble.”

He tells Lan Zhan that his favorite memory, the one he always goes back to, is of just the three of them. They’re at a resort, actually. Which one doesn’t matter, Wei Ying wouldn’t be able to recall the name anyway. All he sees is Wei Changze with his ski poles stuck out behind him for his wife and son to hold onto as he skates the three of them over the flats. 

“I was probably eleven at the time? Mama was squatting low, keeping her board flat, but she kept reaching over and poking at my knees trying to make me fall over.”

He’s crying, he realizes. Laughing and crying. He wonders how long that’s been going on as he wipes the tears from his cheeks. 

It’s that motion that finally pulls him back into the present. The lodge is empty, there’s a red and white paper tray half-full of fries between him and Lan Zhan that he doesn’t remember either of them getting up to buy, but he can taste the salt on his tongue so he knows he’s eaten some. His laptop is dead, but its battery was low anyway. Still, it must have been at least an hour since Lan Zhan found him here. 

“Sorry,” Wei Ying says, “that was probably a lot more than you were prepared for.”

Lan Zhan’s eyes are rimmed red and it’s possible he was crying at some point, too. He smiles. It’s small but real in a way few smiles are. It makes Wei Ying’s heart jump into his throat. 

“Thank you for telling me about your family, Wei Ying,” says Lan Zhan with an honesty that matches his smile. 

Wei Ying sniffs and rubs his hands against his snow pants. He shakes his head to shake away the ghosts. "You should really come out to one of our sessions some time," he says, gesturing toward the laptop. "You would look great on film."

Lan Zhan doesn't roll his eyes. Instead he looks pointedly toward the black screen where Wei Ying was just editing videos of him falling on his ass.

Another laugh jolts its way out of Wei Ying's lungs. This one isn't sad at all. And Lan Zhan is smiling again.

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Prada You Chapter 21

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains harsh/foul language, moments of intimacy, violence, underage drinking, age gap relationships.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 21: War

August 8th 1998

The low hum of washing machines and the distant chatter of two older women talking about the price of food filled the laundromat as I moved through the routine motions of my Sunday morning. Sorting. Folding. Thinking. The clothes weren’t the only thing I was trying to organize—my thoughts felt just as jumbled as the pile of laundry in front of me.

Jey wanted me to move in. Now. His persistence was bothering me greatly.

I bit my lip, staring blankly at the damp clothes as I transferred them from the washer into the dryer. It was all happening too fast. When had I ever said I was ready for that? Ready to leave my mother, leave Michael, leave the little bit of normalcy I still had left?

The thought of my life shifting completely into Jey’s world made me uneasy, but I hadn’t figured out why it bothered me so much.

The small bell above the laundromat door jingled, and I didn’t think much of it—until I felt his presence before I even saw him. Jey. I turned, and there he was, leaning against a folding table like he had all the time in the world. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face when our eyes met.

“Hey, baby.”

My stomach clenched. Not just from seeing him—but because I hadn’t told him where I was going this morning after he dropped me off. How did he even know my ass was here?

I really didn’t want to show my annoyance, so I folded a towel neatly, keeping my voice casual. “I thought you went home to sleep. How did you know where I was?”

Jey walked toward me; hands tucked into the pockets of his black sweatpants. “I always know where you at.”

My hands froze mid-fold. I looked up at him, searching his face. Was he for real right now?

His expression didn’t give me an answer. My mind immediately started running scenarios. Did he have somebody watching me? Or was this just him being his usual overbearing self?

Before I could press him further, he stepped in closer, brushing my hip with his as he leaned on the folding table. “I was thinkin’,” he started, changing the subject, “You wanna learn how to drive today?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

Jey grinned at my reaction, nudging my shoulder. “You heard me. You been wanting to finish learning since that night you had to drive my car to the house on Bend. I got time today, so what’s up?”

I eyed him, trying to ignore the way my heart sped up just a little at the thought. He was right. I had been meaning to finish learning, but with everything Jey consuming my life, I just… hadn’t.

I studied him for a beat longer before shrugging. “Okay.”

Jey smirked in satisfaction. “Aight, bet.”

He stayed close while I finished up, helping me fold clothes, carrying them out like he had nowhere better to be. His touch was softer today, his presence warmer, like he wanted to remind me why I had fallen for him in the first place. Jey could be like this. He could be sweet, patient. Attentive.

It almost made me forget about the eerie way he had just shown up out of nowhere yet again. I still felt like he had somebody following me.

By the time we were back at my place, I was feeling lighter, laughing at something stupid he said as he helped carry the last of my clothes inside. My mama was at work and Michael was somewhere probably terrorizing somebody, so I didn’t mind him coming in.

Maybe today would be easy. Maybe today, I could just enjoy Jey without all the extra weight pressing down on me.

---

The sun was blazing, sending waves of heat through the near-empty parking lot Jey had pulled into. It was the perfect spot to practice. As there was no risk of me hitting anybody shit.

I gripped the steering wheel, my shoulders tense as I stared straight ahead. “You sure ‘bout this?”

Jey’s arm draped over the back of the passenger seat as he watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Girl, if I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be lettin’ you sit in my driver’s seat. Now go ‘head, put yo’ foot on the gas, but slow.”

I exhaled hard, nodding. Doing my best to remember the basics. My foot tapped the pedal, and the car lurched forward, making me yelp.

Jey snorted. “Damn, baby, you tryna send us through the windshield?”

I shot him a glare, adjusting my grip. “Shut up.”

Jey chuckled but reached over, guiding my hands gently. “Relax. You got this. This shit easy once you get the hang of it.”

I took a breath, trying again. This time, the car moved forward smoothly, rolling through the lot without issue. A small grin tugged at my lips as confidence replaced my nerves. I could do this.

We spent the next hour going through the motions—turning, reversing, parking. Jey was patient with me, something I wasn’t used to. He wasn’t barking orders or making me feel stupid for messing up. He was teaching me. Something I found attractive. I liked this side of him.

After one final turn, I parked and turned to him, expecting praise. “Now, rate me 1-10.”

Jey smirked. “Solid 6.”

I gasped. “Excuse me?”

I know he didn’t try to play me like that especially after all my hard work.

“You still scared to go over 20 miles per hour. Ain’t no way I can rate you higher than that.”

I shoved his arm playfully. “You such a hater.”

Jey chuckled before letting his hand rest against my thigh. His fingers traced small circles as he spoke. “When you move in, I’ll get you a car. You ain’t gotta rely on nobody else to get around.”

My stomach flipped. There it was again. I shifted, watching his fingers absently stroke the skin of my uncovered leg. “Jey… why you so pressed on me movin’ in?”

Jey’s eyes lifted to mines, his expression unreadable. “’Cause I want you close. I want you with me every night. Not just sometimes.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek. It wasn’t just about moving in. There was something else to this and he couldn’t change my mind about that.

Jey took my hand in his, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. “I ain’t tryna press you. But I’m serious about this, Nye. I want this to be more. I see it all with you—home, marriage, kids.”

My breath caught. “Jey…”

“Don’t overthink it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “You built for this. We built for this.”

I stared at him, my emotions tangled into a knot I couldn’t untangle. He made it sound so easy. But deep down, I knew…

Nothing about this life was ever easy.

---

August 12th 1998

The scent of hot comb and pressing oil filled my room as Natasha ran the straightener through the last section of my hair. The soft sizzle echoed against the steady hum of the ceiling fan above us. I sat still, staring at my reflection in the vanity mirror, watching Natasha work with skilled hands.

“You really letting Jey dress you now?” Natasha teased, eyeing the red, slinky dress draped across the bed. “This barely got enough fabric to be called a dress. I usually wear something like that, not you.”

I smirked, flipping a strand of my newly pressed hair over my shoulder. “You know how he is. He likes me looking good for him.”

Natasha rolled her eyes but grinned. “Mmhmm. He just likes showing you off knowing other men can’t have you.”

I laughed softly, before shifting the conversation. “Where’s Taya?”

Natasha paused briefly, then started on my edges. “With Jimmy, where else?”

There was something in her tone that made me glance up. “She been with him a lot lately, huh?”

Natasha exhaled through her nose. “Yeah. Ever since he and Jey got questioned by the police, she been… different. I don’t know, she ain’t herself.” She hesitated before adding, “I think Jimmy’s world is getting to her. She not use to no hood shit like that. Them white boys she usually date don’t get down like Jimmy do.”

I held back from saying what I really wanted to. I wondered if Natasha knew just how much Nataya’s life was changing—but that was for Nataya to share with her twin, not me. Instead, I offered a small nod. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”

Natasha sighed. “Yeah, I hope so.”

With that, she pressed one last section, ran her fingers through my silky strands, and smiled. “There. You good to go.”

---

Jey pulled up right on time, his car gleaming under the streetlights. I stepped outside, the summer heat hugging my skin. I felt Jey’s eyes on me before he even spoke.

“Damn, girl.”

He was out of the car in seconds, hands sliding to my waist, pulling me close. His eyes roamed my figure, lingering at the curve of my hips and the way the dress clung to my body. “You tryna kill me tonight?”

I giggled, pressing my hands against his chest. “You bought the dress.”

“And I knew you’d make it look even better than I imagined,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment.

For once, things felt… light. I let myself melt into the affection, deciding to leave our recent tension about moving in behind for the night. I just wanted to enjoy my man.

Dinner was at a high-end steakhouse downtown, the kind of place with dim lighting, linen tablecloths, and jazz playing in the background. Jey was on his best behavior—keeping his hands on my thigh under the table, whispering sweet things in my ear between courses, making sure my glass stayed full. I loved moments like this.

By the time we left, I was feeling warm and content, my earlier worries buried beneath the buzz of good food and Jey’s presence. But as we drove further away from the city, the mood shifted.

I frowned. “Where we goin’?”

Jey smirked, eyes still on the road. “You’ll see.”

Minutes later, he pulled into the driveway of a decent sized suburban house. My stomach twisted. I had never been here before.

Jey parked and turned to me, nodding toward the house. “Come inside.”

I hesitated. Something about this felt… off. But this was Jey. I trusted him, didn’t I? I followed him up the steps and through the front door. The house was fully furnished—plush couches, framed art on the walls, a polished dining table, and soft lighting that made everything feel cozy.

I looked at him questioningly. “Jey… what is this? Whose house is this?”

Jey turned to me with a slow grin. “Our home. After your birthday, this where we’ll be livin’.”

My breath caught. Our home? My pulse quickened as I took another look around, realization sinking in. He had already planned everything without me. No conversation. No discussion. Just a decision he made for me.

“Jey, you can’t just decide that. You can’t keep doing this to me,” I said, voice tight.

Jey exhaled and closed the space between us, hands sliding up my arms. “Why you makin’ this a big deal? You know how good it’ll be, Nye.” He leaned in, brushing his lips along my jaw. “No more sneakin’ around. No more nights apart. Just me and you. Every night.”

I stiffened, torn between frustration and the way his kisses sent warmth through my body. “You don’t even ask, Jey. You just tell me what we doing.”

Jey kissed my neck slowly, his voice dropping lower. “Cause I know what’s best for us, baby.”

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to argue. But the way he was touching me, pulling me in, made everything blur. His hands trailed down my sides, gripping my hips as he walked me back toward the bedroom.

“Lemme show you how good it’ll be,” he murmured, lips ghosting over my ear.

My breath hitched as my back met the bed. Jey knew how to break my resolve. He knew the exact way to kiss me, the exact places to touch that made me forget—forget about the house, the plans, the fact that I was losing control of my own life.

His hands trailed lower, fingertips teasing over the delicate straps of my dress, his lips tracing the curve of my shoulder. His warmth wrapped around me like a promise—one that whispered of a life I wasn’t sure I could refuse. The air between us grew thick, charged with unspoken words and dangerous desires.

I should fight this. I should set my boundaries. But as Jey leaned over me, his breath hot against my skin, I let go.

For now. I could think about everything else later. This felt too good to fight it. So, I didn’t…

---

August 15th 1998

The ringing of the phone pulled me from my half-sleep. I had been laying on my bed, flipping through a magazine, lost in my thoughts when I finally grabbed the receiver.

"Girl, you comin' to the party for Sami or what?" Kiyah’s voice was already impatient.

I exhaled, rubbing my forehead. "I don’t know yet."

I was still mad at myself for giving in to Jey. I wasn’t sold on moving in no matter how good he made me felt.

"Nye, stop playin'. You know you ain't got no choice," she huffed. "You Jey's girl. He gonna expect you to be there."

I sighed. She was right. Whether I wanted to or not, Jey was going to want me at that party. And he’d throw a fit if I wasn’t.

"The twins are comin', too," Kiyah added. "Sami specifically wanted Natasha there. He been eyein’ her for a minute. He want that chocolate ill nana."

I chuckled to myself. I had noticed how Sami hovered around Natasha whenever she was around. "Fine, fine. I’ll go."

"Good, 'cause I’m on my way. Jacob let me borrow a car."

I sat up, realizing Kiyah was getting in deep. Just like me and Taya. Natasha could be next if Sami played his cards right.

---

By the time we got to the lounge, the party was already in full effect. The air was thick with smoke, laughter spilling from every corner of the dimly lit space. Drinks flowed freely, and bar food was being passed around like currency.

I spotted Sami immediately, pulling Natasha off to the side, his full attention locked on her. I smirked, realizing how smitten he was. Kiyah was draped under Jacob’s protective arm, whispering something in his ear that made him smirk. And then there was Nataya, sitting comfortably in Jimmy’s lap, eating while he nursed a drink and conversed with the men around him.

That’s when I saw it—a small pouch forming on her belly. She wasn’t going to be able to hide it much longer.

I made a mental note to pull her to the side later, but my attention shifted when my eyes landed on Jey. He was playing pool with Damian. My stomach knotted.

I knew they were friends, but it bothered me how much they were together. It was always the two of them. And Dulce wasn’t far either, lingering around the table like she was waiting for an opening.

I rolled my eyes and turned toward the bar, deciding to drink instead of engaging with Jey just yet. But he didn’t let me keep my distance for long. Before I knew it, he was on me, affectionate and intoxicated. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. "Why you ain't come straight to me when you got here, huh?" he murmured into my ear.

I was about to answer when the energy in the room shifted. Four men walked in, drawing everybody’s attention. Jey’s hold on me tightened before he abruptly let go, his whole posture changing. I looked up at him, confused, before glancing back at the men. One of them looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I had seen him before.

Damian moved first, stepping in front of them, his stance aggressive. The conversation started off calmly before their voices grew louder, and then it clicked. The man who stood directly in front of Damian. I had seen that man before—at Tama’s house party. The one who spoke to me and who Jey fought that night.

My stomach flipped as Jey pulled away from me, his focus locked on the men. I reached for him, trying to pull him back, but he was already moving in their direction.

Jey’s voice was low, controlled. "We can take this outside."

My pulse spiked. I didn’t know who the other men were or what this was about, but I knew one thing—this wasn’t good. Jimmy was by Jey’s side in a heartbeat, and together with Damian and the other Prada Bois, they followed the men toward the exit.

Nataya and I locked eyes, the same thought running through our minds. Without a word, we moved in unison, following them outside. Something was about to happen, and I needed to see it for myself.

---

The humid night air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of sweat, spilled liquor, and burning rubber. My heart pounded as I stepped out of the lounge, the neon glow from the sign flickering above like a bad omen. Then, all hell broke loose.

Fists flew. Bodies slammed into car hoods. The night was alive with chaos. Could we go one night without the bullshit?

Jey and Damian were on the same man, the one Jey had already tangled with at Tama’s. Their fists were relentless, cracking against his ribs and face with sickening force. Jimmy and Sami were fighting off another dude, the scuffle dragging them toward the sidewalk. The men they were up against weren’t alone either—more of them lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike.

They definitely had planned to lure them outside and ambush them.

Jacob had a man in a chokehold against a car, his biceps flexed as the guy flailed weakly. Tama and Tonga moved like a synchronized storm, taking turns landing blows on another man who never saw them coming. Bronson wasn’t even fighting—he was destroying one of the dudes, his fists landing with a precision that made my stomach hurt. Blood splattered the pavement beneath him, the man barely holding himself up.

And then I saw it—him. A shadow moving in from the side, creeping up on Jey, a clenched fist ready to strike.

“Baby!” I screamed, sprinting before I even thought twice.

The man swung. The crack of impact sent Jey staggering forward, but he didn’t fall. I didn’t think—I just reacted. Wasn’t nobody about to whoop my man ass if I had anything to do with it.

I launched myself at the guy, swinging with everything in me. My fists connected, but I was outmatched. He caught my arm, yanked me off my feet, and slammed me onto the pavement so hard my breath vanished. Pain shot up my back, but before he could capitalize, a blur of movement exploded beside me.

Kiyah and Natasha.

They were on him in an instant, fists, nails, and heels flying. He barely had time to react before he was crumbling under their combined assault. I scrambled to my feet, my vision tunneling with rage, ready to join back in, but strong arms wrapped around my waist, dragging me back.

“Calm the fuck down,” Damian’s voice growled low in my ear, his grip firm and unyielding.

I kicked at the air, struggling. “Let me go!” I wasn’t done tagging his ass. Don’t nobody put they hands on me.

“Chill, Nyeya,” he warned, voice taut with authority. “Esta no es tu pelea.” (this ain’t your fight)

Jey had recovered by then, shaking off the hit he’d taken, his eyes locking on the man who dared put his hands on me. I barely had time to register what was happening before Jey lunged forward, tackling him like a linebacker. The guy hit the ground hard, and Jey was on top of him in an instant, fists hammering into his face with unrelenting fury.

The wail of police sirens shattered the air. Somebody had called them.

“Shit,” someone muttered.

The lounge owner stormed outside, waving his hands. “Aye! Break this shit up! The cops on the way!”

The energy shifted instantly. The Prada Bois started peeling away from their opponents, stepping back before things could escalate further. Jacob loosened his hold on the guy he was choking out, letting him drop like a sack of bricks. Tama and Tonga backed off, rolling their shoulders like they were just getting warmed up. But Jey wasn’t stopping.

His fists kept coming, blood coating his knuckles, his breathing ragged. He was lost in the violence, in the sheer need to make the man regret ever touching me.

I twisted against Damian’s hold. “Stop him! Damian stop him!”

Damian let out a sharp breath before finally releasing me, moving in to yank Jey back by the collar of his shirt. “Enough, dude! The cops are coming.”

Jey was breathing hard, his fists still clenched, but he finally backed away. His nostrils flared as the flashing red and blue lights became noticeable as they got closer to the scene. His chest rose and fell in sharp breaths, his eyes wild as they locked on mine.

The other men picked up the wounded from their crew, getting back into cars, pulling off with the quickness.

The police arrived shortly after, telling us all to get inside, their presence sending another ripple of tension through the room. My breath hitched as I prayed none of the Prada Bois would get hauled off. I knew how this went—one wrong word, one wrong move, and they’d find a reason to take somebody in.

The lounge owner wasted no time, stepping in with a practiced ease, his voice smooth as he explained to the officers that the fight had been started by the other men—outsiders who had crashed a private event looking for trouble. The police eyed everybody with suspicion, their gazes sweeping over the bruised faces and torn clothes.

For a moment, it felt like they weren’t buying it, but after some back and forth, and the lounge owner pressing that it was an unprovoked attack, they finally backed off. With a stiff warning, they turned on their heels and exited, their presence leaving a thick residue of unease behind.

Jey exhaled sharply, finally turning to me, his fingers grazing the cut on my elbow. The energy in the room was thick, suffocating. Across from us, Dulce was tending to Damian, but his attention was elsewhere—on me. I felt his gaze burning into my skin, an unspoken feelings passing between us that I quickly forced myself to ignore.

My arm throbbed, blood trailing in a thin line, but before I could assess the damage, Jey’s hands were on me, inspecting every inch.

Jey grabbed some napkins from a close by table and pressed them against my arm, his brows furrowed. "You gotta choose your battles more wisely, baby," he muttered, his voice laced with something deeper than concern.

Before I could respond, Damian stepped forward. "She good?" he asked, eyes flickering between me and Jey.

Jey didn’t even look up. "Yea. I got it handled, Uce. I appreciate you for looking out for her out there."

Damian nodded, but his expression told me he wasn’t convinced. The weight of everything that had just happened hung between us, unspoken but understood. I nodded at him, just to get him to let it go.

It seemed like chaos followed us no matter where we went. My head was still spinning from everything—the fight, the cops, the tension brewing in the air that felt like it was far from over.

---

Things seem to settle down but the moment broke when Jimmy’s voice rang out over the murmur of the crowd.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Nataya was standing her ground, arms crossed, chin high. “What was you thinking? You think I was just gonna sit back and let them jump you?”

Jimmy raked a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “You pregnant, Taya. What the hell were you even doing outside in the first place? Especially when you carrying my baby.”

Everything stopped.

The words cut through the night like a blade. I felt my stomach drop as Natasha’s head snapped toward them so fast I thought she might get whiplash. “Baby?” she repeated, her voice dangerously quiet. “Did you just say baby?”

Jimmy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” she repeated, voice taut. “That’s all you gotta say?”

Jimmy exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “Yeah. Let’s not do this right now though.”

“Not now?” Natasha’s voice rose. “You got my sister pregnant, and you don’t wanna do this right fucking now.”

I gulped. This wasn’t supposed to come out especially right now in the mist of what just went down. Natasha had every right to be hurt though. That was her twin, who shared everything with her. I understood.

Natasha’s face twisted with disbelief. “And when the fuck was y’all gonna tell me? After she had the baby or when she could no longer hide it.”

Nataya looked at the ground, her hands protectively placed over her stomach. “We… I just needed time.”

Natasha inhaled sharply, stepping back like the air had been knocked out of her. “You needed time?” Her voice cracked, eyes flicking between her sister and Jimmy. “Are you kidding me, Taya?

Sami grabbed her by the arm, trying to hold her back. “Chill, Tasha.”

“Nah!” Natasha yanked away, her voice shaking. “This is crazy.”

Bronson, never one for dramatics, exhaled and clapped his hands together. “Aight, man, enough of this. We need to get outta here before the cops decide to circle back.”

Natasha wasn’t done though. She turned back to Jimmy. “So, what now, huh? What you gon’ do? You gon’ be around, or you gon’ leave my sister hanging?”

Jimmy’s jaw ticked, his patience wearing thin. “I already told her she ain't got nothing to worry about. She straight. My baby straight.”

Natasha scoffed. “Straight? Negro, y’all was just locked up not too long ago! How the hell you gon’ promise that?”

That hit a nerve. Jimmy’s entire posture shifted. “Watch your mouth, Nat.”

“Or what?” Natasha shot back, stepping closer.

Sami grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. “Okay, that’s enough,” he muttered in her ear, and after a moment, she let him hold her there, her body still trembling with anger.

I looked at Nataya. She looked drained, her hands still protectively placed over her stomach. She didn’t have the fight in her right now, and I knew she just wanted this to be over.

Jey sighed next to me before stepping forward. “We handling this, aight? Everybody just relax.”

Natasha turned her glare on him. “You knew?”

Jey held his hands up. “Hell nah. I just found out like the rest of y’all.”

Natasha stared at him for a moment, deciding whether she believed him or not, before exhaling and shaking her head. “This is wild.”

Bronson clapped his hands again, louder this time. “Aight, we done here. This shit is done. Everybody go home, get your shit together. We got business to handle tomorrow.”

One by one, people started filing out. The energy in the room was still tense, but the immediate threat of another fight had passed. For most of them, it seemed like just another day.

Jey pulled me closer, brushing his fingers over the cut on my elbow. “C’mon, let’s go.”

I hesitated, glancing at Nataya. She met my eyes and gave me a small nod, silently telling me she’d be okay. I hugged her before following Jey out the door.

As we stepped into the cool night air, he pulled me into his car, his grip firm but careful. Once inside, he exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples. “Shit’s gettin’ messy.”

I didn’t respond. I just stared out the window, watching as Jimmy and Nataya stood by his car, talking in hushed voices. Kiyah, Natasha, along with Sami stood next to the car we all arrived in.

Jey reached over, his fingers grazing my thigh. “You with me, right?”

I turned to him, my mind racing with everything that had happened tonight, everything that had been revealed.

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah… I’m with you.”

I had told myself over and over that I was built for this life. That I could handle whatever came with it. But tonight made me wonder if I had just been lying to myself.

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