#like this is part of improving Stop laying on the floor and wondering why you're even doin this you've always loved it

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little peek at somethjing i am cooking up ...

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Unleash Your Potential: Why an Internet Portal?

In the age of digital marvels, where information flows ceaselessly and the world is at our fingertips, there's an entire universe awaiting exploration that transcends the limitations of the physical realm. In this 21st-century era, we're privileged to access a treasure trove of knowledge, insights, and inspiration that can transform our lives. Imagine an internet portal as your gateway to a holistic journey of self-improvement, where strength, body, and mind converge to empower you. It's more than a digital platform; it's a key to unlock your potential.

Why an Internet Portal?

Before we dive into the depths of this transformative journey, you might be wondering why an internet portal is the chosen vehicle for this odyssey. Well, consider this: an internet portal is like the Grand Central Station of the digital world. It's where countless paths intersect, offering you the chance to embark on various journeys. In our case, it's the intersection of taschenlampe elektroschocker.

So, what exactly does this internet portal offer? Let's unravel the layers:

1. Strength - The Foundation of Power

Imagine your body as a skyscraper. Strength is the sturdy foundation that supports every floor. Just as no skyscraper can reach for the sky without a strong foundation, no individual can reach their peak without strength. This internet portal serves as your architectural blueprint, guiding you to build a powerful foundation, so you can ascend to new heights in your life.

2. Body - The Canvas of Health

Your body is your canvas, and how you paint it determines the masterpiece you become. This portal acts as your palette, offering you a plethora of colors, tools, and techniques to craft a masterpiece of health. It's not about fitting into societal molds; it's about celebrating the unique artistry that is you.

3. Mind - The Masterpiece of Your Life

In the art of life, your mind is the brush, and your experiences are the strokes that create the canvas. The mind, much like an artist, is both powerful and delicate. Through this portal, you'll embark on a journey of mindfulness and mental fortitude, discovering how to paint your life with vivid colors and bold strokes of wisdom.

Now, let's break down the core elements of this internet portal, one by one:

Strength - Laying the Foundation

Strength, in all its forms, is the cornerstone of a flourishing life. It's not just about physical brawn, though that's part of it. True strength encompasses resilience, determination, and the ability to overcome life's challenges. Here's what this internet portal can do for you:

- Personalized Workouts and Training Programs

Picture this as a tailor crafting a suit for your body's unique shape. With personalized workouts and training programs, you're not just lifting weights; you're crafting the physique that fits you best. The portal offers a smorgasbord of exercise routines, from bodyweight workouts to Olympic lifting, tailored to your fitness level and goals.

- Nutritional Guidance

Think of your body as a high-performance car; it needs the right fuel to run optimally. The portal provides a nutrition section that's like a GPS for your diet. Whether you're looking to shed pounds, gain muscle, or simply lead a healthier lifestyle, it will guide you toward the right food choices and meal plans.

- Recovery Techniques

Recovery is the rest stop on the highway of strength. Just as a car's engine needs maintenance, your body requires recovery techniques to ensure peak performance. The portal offers a toolkit for recovery, including tips on sleep, stretching, and even meditation to keep your body in top shape.

- Strength Building Communities

Imagine this as a group of like-minded travelers on the same journey. The portal has strength-building communities where you can connect with others, share experiences, and draw motivation from the collective energy. After all, every great adventure is sweeter when shared with others.

Body - The Canvas of Health

Your body isn't a blank canvas; it's a magnificent tapestry, adorned with your life's experiences. It's essential to care for this masterpiece, and the internet portal provides a gallery of tools and resources for body wellness:

- Diverse Fitness Regimens

Much like an artist experiments with various techniques, this portal offers a range of fitness regimens. From yoga and Pilates to CrossFit and HIIT, there's a form of exercise that's akin to the artist's brush, ready to help you create a masterpiece of health.

- Mental Health Support

Your mind is the artist, but it needs a stable easel. Mental health is integral to your overall well-being. The portal connects you with resources and professionals who can provide the support you need to maintain mental harmony.

- Wellness Products and Reviews

Imagine the portal as an art supply store, offering you the best brushes and paints. It guides you through the world of wellness products, providing reviews and insights to help you make informed choices, whether it's supplements, fitness gear, or mindfulness apps.

- Personalized Health Journals

Much like an artist's sketchbook, this portal offers personalized health journals. These journals help you track your progress, set goals, and reflect on your wellness journey. It's your canvas for self-improvement, where each entry is a stroke of your brush.

Mind - The Masterpiece of Your Life

Your mind is your most valuable tool in creating your life's masterpiece. Just as a painter refines their skills over time, this portal offers resources to sharpen your mental faculties:

- Meditation and Mindfulness

Consider meditation as the canvas, and mindfulness as the brush. The portal provides guided meditation sessions and mindfulness exercises that help you stay centered and focused amidst life's chaos. It's your daily dose of mental fine-tuning.

- Learning Resources

Your mind is the repository of knowledge, and the portal is like a vast library. It offers an array of learning resources, from articles and videos to e-books and webinars. Whether you want to delve into philosophy, science, or personal development, this portal is your intellectual sanctuary.

- Challenges and Goals Setting

Life's journey is incomplete without challenges and goals. The portal acts as your guide, prompting you to set targets and embark on personal challenges. Much like an artist working on a masterpiece, these goals are your stepping stones to progress.

- Mindset Coaching

Think of mindset coaching as an art mentor. The portal connects you with experienced coaches who can guide you in shaping a resilient, growth-oriented mindset. This is the key to infusing every brushstroke of life with purpose and meaning.

A Unique Approach to Wellness

What sets this internet portal apart from the sea of information out there? Well, it's not just about the quantity of information; it's about the quality of the experience. Here's how this portal offers a unique approach to holistic wellness:

- Personalization

Picture this portal as your personal tour guide. It doesn't just throw information at you; it curates the content you need based on your goals, preferences, and progress. It's like having a personal fitness trainer, nutritionist, and life coach rolled into one.

- Interactivity

Unlike a static textbook, the portal is dynamic. It encourages you to interact, participate, and engage. It's not a one-way street of information; it's a bustling marketplace of ideas, experiences, and growth.

- Expert Guidance

Imagine the portal as a hub of wisdom. It connects you with a network of experts in various fields, from fitness trainers to nutritionists, psychologists, and mindfulness gurus. You're not alone on this journey; you have a team of guides.

- Community Support

The portal isn't a solitary adventure; it's a communal one. Communities of like-minded individuals provide support, encouragement, and the camaraderie of fellow travelers. It's like joining a group of artists in a studio, where everyone is working on their unique masterpiece.

The Power of Holistic Growth

You might be asking, "Why should I care about holistic growth?" Well, let's pause for a moment and ponder this: life isn't just a checklist of accomplishments; it's a masterpiece in progress. Each element - strength, body, and mind - is a brushstroke on the canvas of your life.

Holistic growth is the act of nurturing every facet of your being, acknowledging that they are intertwined and interdependent. It's not about becoming a fitness model or a Zen master; it's about becoming the best version of yourself. Just as an artist doesn't paint with a single color, you don't live with just one aspect of yourself.

The American Dream of Wellness

In the United States, the pursuit of the American Dream is a journey cherished by millions. It's not just about financial success; it's about living a fulfilling, balanced life. The internet portal for strength, body, and mind aligns perfectly with this dream. It offers a roadmap to a life filled with vigor, vitality, and mental acuity.

The pursuit of wellness is as American as apple pie. Just as the pioneers explored the frontiers, you can explore the uncharted territories of your potential. Much like the quest for freedom and opportunity, your journey to strength, body, and mind is a pursuit of personal growth and self-actualization.

In conclusion, an internet portal for strength, body, and mind isn't just another website. It's the key to unlock your potential, the brush to paint your masterpiece, and the journey to the American Dream of holistic wellness. So, what are you waiting for? It's time to embark on this transformative odyssey and create the masterpiece of your life, one brushstroke at a time.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do. 

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub. 

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it. 

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch. 

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me." 

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile. 

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist. 

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you. 

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back. 

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in. 

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart." 

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in. 

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously. 

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently. 

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess." 

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back." 

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while. 

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation. 

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?” 

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?” 

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing. 

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.” 

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?” 

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone. 

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. 

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept.  "I'd love to!" 

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Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one. 

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee. 

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed. 

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint. 

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife." 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop. 

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess." 

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please." 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?" 

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened. 

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey. 

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.” 

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!" 

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess. 

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person. 

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need. 

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When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him. 

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command. 

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.” 

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth. 

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.   

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.” 

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him. 

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position. 

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?” 

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you. 

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need. 

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need. 

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation. 

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?" 

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you. 

"More, please, master." 

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't. 

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth. 

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them. 

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. 

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper. 

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel." 

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make. 

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are." 

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you. 

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him." 

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you. 

"There you go. That's my good slut." 

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now. 

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh." 

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you. 

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated. 

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum. 

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise. 

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off. 

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

[myhockeyworld87]

Not So Dangerous Liaison - Sidney Crosby - Part 4

Word Count: 2,351

POV: Reader then switches to Sid

Warnings: Language

Notes: Thank you guys for being patient with me. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up with writing and put out some more stuff shortly. Hugs to all!

Not So Dangerous Liaison Masterlist

READER'S POV

 The minute you saw Beau go down your heartbeat a little faster. All of the guys were important to you, though Beau had gone out of his way to be extremely welcoming the last couple of days. You laughed when he turned his form into you, as he marked in the comment section to have his family contact put in your favorite section since he was so accident-prone; and now here he was being the first guy, to put your job to the test.

 You followed him and the trainer down to the locker room, and once it was evident he was going to need more tests; you made the call to his mom. She thanked you profusely for calling her, and you told her you'd keep her up to date with any news that you had. When you were quite sure that the Pens had the game in the bag, you made the decision to go with Beau and one of the trainers to the hospital.

 All the guys were filing into the locker room as you headed out, and god love Beau as he turned when one of them wished him good luck, he practically slipped. You put your arm around his waist and he held onto you as you made your way out to the car that was waiting. It was a couple hours before they could officially say that he'd reinjured his shoulder from a hit he received earlier in the season. Thankfully though, nothing was broken. After giving him some pain medication and popping his shoulder back into place, you called his mother back again, the three of you headed back to the hotel for the night.

 Beau was a bit loopy from the meds that they'd given him, so he definitely needed help getting into his room. Chris, the trainer that had gone with you, headed to coach Sullivan to give him a report, but asked if you would make sure Beau got into his room. He was on the opposite side of the hotel as you, but on the same floor so it really wasn't a problem. "Beau…Beau?" He was clearly half asleep. "Where's your key at?"

 It took him a moment to realize that you were talking to him. "Wallet," he said loud enough to wake the whole floor. "Back pocket." He obviously figured that you were going to get it, as he made no attempt to reach for it, though you weren't sure if that was because of his shoulder injury or the fact that it was taking everything in his power to remain upright. He was leaning on your heavily, which made it awkward to reach around to his backside and find his wallet. "You're so pretty." He said, taking his hand and brushing your hair back from your face. You knew you were going to have to monitor his meds, when he whispered in your ear, "Do you like me, Claire?" Who the hell was Claire, you wander. It was definitely something you were going to ask him once the medication wore off.

 Just then you grabbed his wallet, ah success you thought. Beau's forehead leaned down and touched yours just then. "Come on big guy, let's get you inside." It was then, as you turned to put the key in the door, that you saw Sid peering out of his room, watching the whole incident. You weren't sure what he thought he was seeing but the scowl on his face didn't exactly bode well, though he was not your priority at the moment. Opening the door to Beau's room, you led him in shutting the door and Sid outside.

 Once you got him inside, he sat down on the bed before you could get the covers pulled down. Which made him then attempt to try and lay down, only to wince in pain when he landed on his shoulder wrong. You got him back up, this time effectively turning down the bed and propping some pillows up, before making sure his ice packs were secure on his shoulder. "You good, Sunshine?" You asked calling him by his nickname.

 He plastered on a goofy grin with half-closed lids, as your answer. "Ok well if you need me, you have my number. Just give me a call."

 "Wait don't go, Claire." There that name was again.

 It was nearly one in the morning and you really wanted to get some sleep before leaving for the airport in the morning. "I'll just be down the hall."

 "Five more minutes." He was like a child pleading with his parents to stay up past his bedtime.

 "Fine. Do you want anything?"

 "Water and maybe one of those candy bars." You made your way over and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, then headed over to the desk where the box of goodies you left were. He still had one of his snickers bars left, so you peeled back the wrapper and handed both things off to him. That being done, you took a seat in the chair in the corner close to the window and the bed, sliding your heels off and propping your feet up on the bed next to him. "Thanks (Y/N), you're the best." Well, at least he knew who you were now.

 "Get some rest, Beau."

 You planned to stay only a few minutes, but it turned into an hour, as you dozed off in the chair, only being woken up by the stiffness in your neck. Beau was fast asleep, so you snuck out, backing out of the room so you could close the door silently behind you, as to not wake him. As you turned to walk down the hall to your room, you all but ran right into Sidney. He'd obviously been at the hotel gym, though you couldn't fathom why he would be there at this late hour. You couldn't help but notice the way his drenched t-shirt clung to his body, or how beads of sweat rolled down his chiseled face. It literally made you weak in the knees. It was the look in his eyes though, there was something there that you couldn't quite read. It was still the same heated stare from earlier only mixed with something more; something dark, and almost dangerous. A blush rose to your cheeks under his gaze. You had to physically stop yourself from staring at him.

 When you finally broke your gaze away from him, he asked, "How's Beau?"

 You blurted out an answer before even really thinking. "Reinjured his shoulder, the doctor gave him some pain meds and he was a bit groggy. So I thought I'd make sure he got to his room ok."

 He raised his eyebrows at you, as if questioning your answers, but then he masked the look just as quickly as it came. "Well…goodnight then."

 "Yeah…a goodnight Sid." You hurried down the hall to your room, shutting the door quickly as a feeling of uneasiness settling in. There was something about that look, almost as if he thought something else was going on between you and Beau, but that was absurd. Beau was nothing more than a friend, not to mention you were pretty sure Beau had a crush on someone names Claire. You shed your clothes and quickly went through your nightly routine before snuggling under the covers and putting the whole incident behind you.

 SID'S POV

 It had been a hell of a night. All you did was toss and turn, hoping to find sleep; yet every time you closed your eyes all you saw was Beau telling (Y/N) how pretty she was and her sneaking out of his room later. When you'd first seen everything happen you told yourself that she was just helping him to his room, and so to get your mind off it; you headed down to the gym and ran on the treadmill for an hour, hoping to exhaust yourself into sleep. You'd never expected to see her coming out of his room that much later. I mean how long did it take to open the door and let them in? Surely, there were other things going on during that time.

 You'd seen the way the two acted when they left for the hospital; as if they were a couple. (Y/N) taking care of him tonight only confirmed that. She probably thought no one would see her sneak back to her room, heels in hand. Yet it didn't matter to you that she'd probably just been doing god only knew what with your teammate; your body still reacted to her. Her hair slightly messed, yet still looking perfect, did things to you that you couldn't even begin to comprehend. It had you up late wondering what she'd look like waking up next to you. She'd turned the cutest shade of pink as you caught her coming out of the room and it had you wondering if she would blush like that when her body was underneath yours. Finally, at five in the morning, you decided to stop torturing yourself, and headed for a cold shower, hoping to tame your wild thoughts. At least it cooled you off to sleep for the next couple of hours.

 The little bit of sleep you did get, did nothing to help your personality in the morning. You were literally in one of the worst moods of your life, and when you walked into the conference room where breakfast was set up and saw (Y/N) smiling; your mood didn't improve. She was talking with Chris the head trainer, the two of them sharing some inside joke about something. You grabbed a plate and sat down next to Flower. "Woah, who peed in your cheerios?"

 "Huh?"

 "Just saying you're in a foul mood." You grabbed a forkful of eggs and shoved them in your mouth, unknowingly glaring at (Y/N). "Ahhh I see." Flower replied following your vision. "I don't think you have to worry about Chris, the man is happily married."

 "What?" You finally registered that Flower's words. "I'm not worried about him or anyone else for that matter. I just didn't sleep well."

 "You could fool me, friend." It was just the two of you at the table, your irritable behavior seeming to chase everyone else away. "Come on Sid, we've been friends forever. You can tell me what it is."

 You sighed heavily, weighing what you wanted to tell Marc-Andre. "Last night I saw (Y/N) helping Beau into his room."

 "Oh…and you're…jealous?"

 "I'm not jealous of that." Jealousy wasn't really your thing, especially when it came to women. Or maybe it was when it came to a certain woman in particular. "Well maybe…it's just…" You lowered your voice to a whisper. "I caught her coming out of Beau's room an hour later." Flower burst out laughing. "It's not funny man. I mean she shouldn't be sleeping around with guys on the team."

 "What? Unless it's you?" He had a point there, you wouldn't mind having her in your bed. "But I'm not laughing at that. My room is next to Beau's and I could hear everything. They were definitely not doing what you're thinking?"

 "They weren't?"

 "No," You waited patiently for Flower to say more. When he didn't you urged him.

 "Are you gonna tell me or not?"

 Marc-Andre just laughed more. "You really have it bad for her, don't you?" You just glared at your friend. "Ok, ok, I'll tell you. She must have helped him to bed. Well, Beau was whining, rather loudly. He wanted water, and something else. (Y/N) was just getting ready to leave when he whined again for her to stay, only well...I'm pretty sure he called her some other name. She said something about the chair, so I assumed she just waited till he fell asleep then left. So, see nothing happened."

 "You don't know that. Maybe it's some pet name he calls her." God, you didn't even want to think about that, it was disgusting. "They could've been doing all kinds of things." You protested.

 "If I heard him ask for water and whine about her staying; I would've surely heard the other things, my friend." Well, that did make sense, but there was still an opportunity for (Y/N) and Beau to do other things. You couldn't stop the scowl from appearing on your face. "Just ask her out and put an end to your misery man."

 "I can't!" A couple of the guys turned your way as that statement came out a bit harsher than you intended.

 Flower just raised his brow at you. "Why not? You obviously like her and I'm pretty sure she likes you too, or she did at one point. You'll never know until you ask."

 "She works for the team now. It would be…awkward. Besides, I think she's into Beau now." Especially after everything you saw last night.

 "It would only be awkward if you let it be, and I don't think she's into Beau. They're just friends. Same as she is with a lot of the guys on the team, including me." He took another bite of breakfast before adding. "Though eventually, someone is going to snag her up. Might not be someone on the team but it will be someone because she's amazing." He shrugged his shoulders then. "You just have to decide if you want to be that someone."

 Dropping your fork you abandoned your breakfast, to mull over what Flower had said. Did you want to be that guy? The better question was could you be that guy? You wanted the answer to be yes, but you also knew it was going to have to wait until after playoffs because you needed your full attention on hockey at the moment. It would only be two months, three at the most, and then you'd turn your full attention on winning (Y/N). She laughed at something someone said at her table and it drew your attention. Concentrating on hockey was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

[mylovelysanshine]

lonely; jung wooyoung [2]

"lonely my heart."

in which, jung wooyoung made you feel lonely.

g: angSt aNGST ANGST

inspired by sistar's lonely.

[1] | [2]

sleeping beside the love of your life for a night was a dream for you, with him having a busy schedule. it was hard for you not to be with him all the time as you were too used recieving love and affection from him back then. but that was the past, he started to treat you as if you were nothing. he didnt bother to wake you up nor wait for you to wake up so he could have his morning together with you.

oh how you wish you could have those moments with him again.

you woke up feeling your hands touching the empty side of the bed, expecting to have him beside you. slowly opening your eyes, you saw no one by your side. you sat up and stretch your body before going out from your room, just to see wooyoung getting ready to go out.

wooyoung? where are you going?

work he replied, so short and so cold

but arent you tired? didnt you came back home late? i bet you slept around 2-3 hours..but if you're really that busy then its fine..oh! have you eaten? let me make for-

shut up, y/n. shut up!

and that was the turning point for you.

why do you care so much about my well being??? why does it matter to you?!

tears started to form in your eyes as he continues

can you at least stop being so clingy for me?? like at least once?! im getting annoyed with you and your daily needs of attention from me, do you understan-

d-does my worriesome bother you so much, wooyoung?

wooyoung stopped, anger still consuming him. you didnt understand why he was so angry with you, you really dont. all you did was like how a normal girlfriend should do.

wooyoung, i-i get it, you're tired but im tired too. do you know i've been waiting for you every night so i could have time with you? knowing that you will have work early in the morning again and again and again?

you choked on your tears, trying not to cry.

did you know that yesterday was our anniversary together and you promised me to bring me out but that didnt happen! because you were busy and i understand that! i didnt complain at all! but inside of me was hoping that you could bring me out somewhere even if its not yesterday!

but i guess you forgot afterall huh? because you were so "busy" with your schedule, right? busy hanging out with the side chick of yours.

wooyoung was about to deny the fact that he wasnt hanging out with any chick when he actually is but you cut him off.

i know, wooyoung. i know you were seeing some girl after i realised you were treating me like shit and the kiss we had, you taste like cherry. i never use cherry, i hate cherry.

he closed his mouth, guilt started to crash in. he looked down, unable to look at you because you know that he felt out of love and cheated on you behind your back.

...i-i just want you to love me again, is it too much to ask?

you whispered, thinking that he's unable to hear but he did and his heart broke into pieces. he looked up, staring at you. you're crying. he then took a step forward, arms spread as he tried to apologise to you in actions.

but you flinch, stepping back as you gave him the stare he would never wished to look at.

the stare that was filled with anger and disgust.

dont touch me.

y-y/n, im sor-

you turn around, not even bothering to look at him nor listening to him. you had enough.

dont bother apologising, its too late now.

but-

get out.

and with that, you walked away. walking towards your shared room and slam the door shut, locking it so he wont come in. wooyoung stared off into distance, tears rolling on his cheeks as he tries to find the words to talk to you but he was too late. you broke up with him because of him, because of how he treated you so coldly and how he had cheated on you.

later that night, wooyoung found himself in the bar with his chick again. he was lost in thoughts, wondering how could he apologise to you and hoping that you wont leave him.

baby, are you okay? the girl tilted her head, looking at him.

he only hum, having no energy to respond as he looks at his phone. no messages from you or your calls, until he tried to message you.

this user has blocked your phone number

he got up from his seat, startling the girl that was clinging on him. the girl eyed him, confused of why he was acting so weird today. she was about to ask him but wooyoung left the bar quickly, leaving the girl alone.

w-wooyoung!

please dont leave me, now

wooyoung open the door of your shared apartment. the lights were off, everything were off. he doesnt feel your presence here.

please

he took off his shoes and ran towards the room that you locked yourself in. he opens it, expecting the door to be locked but it didnt. he also didnt expect for you to leave. his eyes started to water.

y-y/n???

no answers.

he looked around, everything was well organised so organised that it made his stomach churn. you are not that type to clean the whole room because you're a lazy person and wooyoung knows that. he knows everything about you.

he went to the closet, opening it and saw nothing execpt for his clothes. your clothes were supposed to be there. he even saw the gifts that he gave you on the study table when he was in love with you, all those polaroids taken together, the written letters for you, your favourite hoodie of his and the sun necklace that he gave you when he celebrated your birthday. he gripped the necklace that he was wearing, it was a moon necklace. you were his sun and he was your moon, both of you loved eachother but too bad it didnt last.

like both of you promised to.

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promise that we will be together until we die? you ask, looking at the necklace and back to him before making a pinky finger.

wooyoung gave you a peck, nodding his head and locked his pinky with yours.

i promise.

so naive.

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wooyoung fell down on the floor, not caring if he was in pain. he cried, cried so hard because of how stupid he was. treating you like a garbage when he supposed to treat you like you were his queen but he was so stupid enough to see another woman behind your back, just because he was bored of you. if you were here seeing him in this state, still in love with him, you would cry with him too because you loved him but its nothing to you anymore because you're not here and he broke your heart.

he stared at the floor, trying to calm himself down as he saw a bright pink notebook laying under the study chair and he took it. it was your diary, you must forgotten to bring it with you. he opened the book and flip it thoroughly, reading your thoughts that was written in the book. he saw a picture of the both of you, he smiles a little as he reads how much you dearly love him back then. he flip and flip until he stopped, eyes starting to water again as he begins to read.

with time,

everything will be forgotten

and so will you

that's what's really sad

now, wooyoung finally relates how you felt when he was gone. he finally feels lonely.

a/n: ah, i feel like there's too many dialouges in this and i think that im overdoing it:/ but this is it! part 2 of lonely! i hope that my atiny readers will enjoy this!! please give me feedbacks so i can improve more! thank you🙇🏾‍♀️ more future works to come so make sure to follow me hehe:D

okay i feel like this is shitndhsjdxjsj

[servesorlais]

tell me about michel being picked as celene's champion! how and why did she pick him, how did he react or feel about it, all of that! meta or drabble, whatever you're feeling!

I have to compile a bunch of different headcanon posts into a general reference sheet, but in the meantime ... have a little ficlet of a scene I’ve been imagining for them. It’s not as detailed as it could have been, and I cheated and wrote this one from her POV, so I’ll have to go back and do some more from Michel’s POV another time  ( I have another ficlet in mind for that that I’ve been meaning to write, so hopefully this will serve as inspiration ) ... but in the meantime, have this. 

Marquis Etienne de Chevin had been Celene’s ally since before she took the throne; he had been sympathetic when her parents had been murdered, and sympathetic when she had hinted at her ambitions to him. There was a saying about how having a common rival could bring people together, and maybe that was where their alliance found its inception: Etienne had no fondness for Grand Duke Gaspard, not wanting to see Val Chevin targeted and overrun by Nevarrans in the event of a war.

The Marquis was a small man, dark in hair and eye, and though his complexion ran pale, he was prone to tan lines around the edges of his mask when the warm summers hit the north of the empire. It bore consideration now for the stark contrast of the chevalier that shared his name – a young man by the name of Ser Michel.

He had arrived promptly at the appointed hour, neatly armored in the blue gambeson and silver plate that the chevaliers adopted as one of their uniforms. In place of the visored helm, however, he wore a simple mask, unadorned by gems or other fanciful ornamentations – save, of course, for the bright yellow feather they all wore, angled modestly but not sloppily. At Celene’s entrance, he had introduced himself and then bowed appropriately.

A boring greeting, in other words.

That was not necessarily a point of fault, but it did leave her the time to gauge his apparent difference from her friend the Marquis. The yellow feather at least made a nice complement to Ser Michel’s blond; beneath his mask, she could see wide blue eyes and long lashes, and an angular face. Pretty, then, as far as boys came. Idly, Celene wondered if her own mask with its delicate lines and feminine details would improve the chevalier’s countenance at all. They had needed to make some adjustments to the design for her previous champion, whose strong jaw and shadow of stubble had offset it too gravely.

It was drawing on the third month since that man had gurgled out his final breath with a harlequin’s dagger in his throat. Celene had needed to make do with her guards and a number of other chevaliers who had been in her personal service already. Oh, one of them might have made a suitable replacement; but they had built up their lives already, just as Briala had warned might be a problem, taking lovers and spouses and pretty villas around Val Royeaux.

“I am happy to welcome you back from Nevarra,” Celene said to Ser Michel as they strolled through one of the long galleries in the palace interior. It was not entirely a private meeting; a few paces behind, two of her regular guards followed, and the bustle of servants around them was choreographed more than the chevalier would know. He was being watched – this was a performance, as everything in the imperial court had to be. “Is Val Royeaux home for you, Ser?”

“No,” Michel answered after a pause that didn’t seem wholly like a hesitation, but was curious nonetheless. “I was raised in Montfort, Your Majesty.”

“You have family there?”

Celene anticipated the answer. She had not gone into this meeting without making an attempt at some research; there had not been time to write to Etienne and ask about this distant cousin of his, but she had been able to ask her chevaliers about the young man. She’d known he was a recent graduate of the Academie – only last spring, she had accepted his oath of service at their graduation ceremony, his name among those of the top graduates. But the group had stood at a distance from her, helms covering their heads, and she had not needed to speak to any of them on a personal basis despite their oaths.

“Not anymore.” To his credit, Ser Michel kept his composure well, but Celene watched his throat bob as he swallowed. Nervous, then. Where he walked at her side, pace controlled so his long stride wouldn’t outmatch her careful, slippered steps, he might have been like one of the purebred stallions spoiling in the stables, all pricked and alert and perhaps wishing they could bolt. 

“Had you planned to return?” Celene asked.

The matter of where Michel’s family had gone was not the main point. Maybe it had been a plague that killed them, or a duel, or a hunting accident; evidently they were long dead. That was hardly uncommon, however. For her purposes, she only hoped that now would be the time for Michel to bring to mention any inheritances he planned to take up, humble though they might have been.

The young man must have known why he’d been summoned here, for whatever effect that might have on his honesty. Celene had neither asked nor stated it directly, but she knew it was a topic of gossip around Val Royeaux that she hoped to replace her lost champion … and what was gossiped about in the capital was gossiped about all around the empire, in the end. Even a dull man wouldn’t have been wholly immune to gossip. 

The smile she gave him was almost expectant, in any case. 

“To Montfort, or Nevarra?”

A deflection, meeting her question with one of his own. So he could navigate the Game if he wished to, then. With a little training, that might be drawn out and enhanced to better effect.  

“Does the answer differ?” Celene returned as she motioned for them to turn the corner into the next room.

It was habit that made her stall as they reached the arched doorway. Her old champion had known his cues to check the other side for her and make sure that no assassins’ blades lay in wait in the shadows, ready to spring on her as she made her entrance. The palace might have been hers, but that did not always mean it was safe; she trusted her servants, but there were always machinations at work, and the rules of the Game could shift suddenly to endanger her.

Ser Michel, deferentially, had stalled to wait. That was when the assailant chose to jump.

From their small frame, they were clearly elven, and had the lithe quickness to show for it. Their face was obscured by a cowl, but it did not affect their vision or their aim as they lunged towards the empress, daggers unsheathed and directed at her throat.

They never made contact.

Celene reacted in time to step aside, but the tangle of silver plate and leather armor spilled onto the marble floors in front of her, forcing her back further. A clatter of metal accompanied one dagger as it skittered sideways and out of the assailant’s reach, landing just in front of Celene’s feet, but another one flashed in the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the wide glass windows.

“-- Stop!”

At the sound of her voice, the scene in front of Celene stilled, and allowed her to see what had happened. Even the shocked gasps from their small retinue halted at the sound of her voice, one of the pleasant perks of her station.  

The elven assailant had yielded, one hand thrown up in a signal that any chevalier should have recognised. An elf should not have known that … but Ser Michel, perhaps more to the point, had. He had managed to pull a dagger of his own at some point, one that Celene had guessed he would be wearing and chosen not to disarm him of, despite the obvious risk it presented; it hovered just above the elf’s throat, while he kneeled above them, one knee pressing down on their chest.

“Your Majesty,” he breathed in acknowledgement.

Despite herself, Celene’s heartbeat pounded more forcefully than usual. Had she been fortunate that Michel had seen the threat coming and reacted accordingly? It would have been an ignoble end to be caught by an elven blade in her own gallery while making an interview for a new guardian. But the elf had yielded without a fight, and by the look of it had not even drawn a spot of the chevalier’s blood in the scuffle.

Celene glanced down at the dagger that had fallen next to her, and suddenly, it made sense.

That belonged to Briala.

To admit before the few present courtiers that her handmaiden had arranged this as a test for her would have been a wound in and of itself, however, and so Celene gave a curt nod, and straightened her shoulders to indicate this was nothing she had not expected. For all anyone would know, it was by her orders that this attack had played itself out. 

“Admirable, Ser Michel,” she said, avoiding the trap of sounding genuinely impressed. “Release your grip. Ainna, thank you for playing your part perfectly.”

It was not really the elf’s name; Celene had chosen one at random from the names of the servants she knew. But as the two of them disengaged, the chevalier and the elf, they bowed regardless, cowl pulled low once again to disguise their face. 

Even with his mask on, the look of surprise and confusion was clearly written on Ser Michel’s features.

They might need to work on that. But he’d proven himself capable, and that was something to work with. 

[xeartofallworldsficsx-blog]

You're Learning

Summary: Feeling down, Ven doesn’t think he’s master material like Terra and Aqua. Though, both Aqua and Terra prove him wrong from time to time.

TerraVen, OoC, Ventus’s PoV.

Warning(s): Yaoi ( boyXboy ) for those Yaoi haters. I guess that’s it.

Pairing(s): Hints of TerraVen.

Note(s): Please be as harsh as you could.

I’m sorry if I got any spelling wrong. The only spelling corrections I have are google. So, if I made any mistakes, tell me.

Criticism is welcome.

Enjoy! xD x3

X-X-X-X Ventus’s PoV

“Hey, Ven? Wanna spar?”

I looked over to see Terra, grinning at me. I tilted my head.

Why? I’m not Master Material like him, nor Aqua.

“Um. Sure.” I reply, as he stood up and offered me a hand, grinning. I took it, wondering what he’s gonna teach me though, “You got something in mind?”

“I just thought we could pass the time.” He said, shrugging, “No big deal, Ven.”

“Good luck, you two!” Aqua said, smiling, “You can do it, Ven.”

I nodded, as Terra ruffled my hair.

I don’t like it, but it’s nice to see a smile after.

X-X-X-X

I was knocked down, panting.

Well, once again, I lost.

It was probably too easy for him.

“You did a good job, Ven!” Aqua cheered, before kneeling down to help me up, “Wow, since when did you decided to hold your sword back-handed? You were a lot faster like that.”

“I-I don’t know.” I reply, smiling. I took her hand, as she helped me up, “I was j-just following Terra’s advise(1).”

“Well, you did great.” Aqua said, ruffling my hair, “You improved a lot.”

“Hey, what about me?” Terra asked, before ruffling my hair too, “But yes. You did a lot better.”

I bet they’re just saying that.

“Th-Thanks.” I say, and groaned. Terra did a whole lot on me, “I guess I better go lay down.”

I ran off, when Terra decided to follow.

“Ven, wait up!”

X-X-X-X

Why did he stop me half way, and take me to his room? I felt uncomfortable enough while sparing with him.

“Ya know, you seem tense.” Terra said, grinning, “Why don’t I help you with that?”

I tensed up.

“Wait, wait, this is sudden. What’s with this all of a sudden?” I asked, backing up as he paused. I was just confused, “Wait, so, what’s with this?”

“Well…” He paused again, before smiling softly, “You seemed to be a lot more stressed lately. So, I just wanna help you relax. Look, if it helps, you can help me first.”

“Wh-What…!?”

“I was gonna give you a massage.” He finally said, “But if you’re uncomfortable with that, how ‘bout you massage me first, and I’ll repay you. Look, Ven, you need to relax, so, let me do this?”

I thought about it.

Honestly, I certainly feel insulted. Why would I want to massage him just do get a massage back? Not only is that insulting, but proving my point that they don’t see me as the same level as them!

I told ya so.

I didn’t realize I was tearing up, until Terra gave a concerned look, as all I see is a blurry figure pushing me on something soft.

I looked up to see Terra’s sad look.

I wiped the tears as I felt pressure on my shoulders. I winced. Before I could say anything, he flipped me over to add the same pressure on my back.

I felt tense the whole time as he rubbed my back, hard. Before I realized what was going on, Terra spoke.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, as the knots began to loosen, “I’m didn’t realize how bad my wording was. I didn’t realize it could’ve been taken another way… Ven, that was rude. L-Look, just let me do this, and you don’t need to pay me back, if you don’t want to.”

I yelped when he pressed on a particularly sore spot. He did a number on my body when we spared. I was shaking really bad, but it felt nice.

“Wow, it’s worse then I thought.” Terra whispered, and chuckled lightly, “Sorry, Ven. Did I do that? Wow. You definitely need a vacation.”

I whimpered when he kept pressing on that particular spot.

“S-Stop. Stop, Terra.” I whispered back, “L-Let me go. D-Don’t press too h-hard there.”

“Alright, alright.” He whispered, chuckling lightly, “Not there.”

Weird sounds came out of me, as he moved.

What is he doing? Why is he doing this?

“Relax.” He says, quietly, “It’ll feel much better. Trust me.”

I did. I felt the knots going away as he rubbed hard on my back. I felt like he was squishing my lungs, so I was breathing very hard, and these weird sounds keep coming out.

Though, it did hurt, he was right. It felt good.

I closed my eyes, as I just felt his hands.

He stopped, and I just laid there. Worn out. I dozed off.

X-X-X-X

“Ven. Ven.”

I winced when I heard Aqua’s voice. I looked over tiredly to see she was holding a tray filled with food. She smiled softly.

“Good, you’re awake.” She said, softly, and placed the tray on my lap, “Terra made dinner for all of us. He made a tray, just for you.”

W-What…? Oh.

“Oh, no, he didn’t have to, I-I mean.” I paused as Aqua kept that smile. I didn’t want to see that concerned look, so I just smiled, “Thank you. Tell Terra that too. He didn’t have to do so for me though.”

“He wanted to.” Aqua said, and sat down on the bed, “Just like he wanted to spar with you and massage you earlier today.”

I swore, I felt so embarrassed.

“How did you know that?” I squeaked, shaking, “I mean, what… What happened?”

“We noticed you’ve been more down lately, so we decided to cheer you up.” Aqua said, before reaching into her pocket, and handing me a piece of candy, “Here. There is more dessert where that comes from. Eat up.”

With that, she stood up, bent down to ruffle my hair, and left me alone.

I am starting to like the pets, at least. I use to hate it, but the affection is worth it.

X-X-X-X

I watched the piece of candy.

They pity you.

I finished last of my food.

They pity you, act happy.

I pushed the tray aside, and laid back down.

You aren’t master material.

I sighed, as I watched the lights in the window.

Twilight.

I got up, and walked slowly

I should meet the others.

I hesitantly paused at the door, before sighing, and opened it quickly, and ran out.

Just play it cool.

I ran to the usual spot.

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Once there, I noticed no one else was there, and I couldn’t help but wonder if we were meeting at all. I sighed, as I sat down towards the edge.

Silence.

“I knew you’d be here.”

I turned around to see Aqua there. She smiled, and beckoned me.

“Terra just set up his bed for you to sleep in. You’re spending the night in Terra’s room.”

“Wh-What…?”

“No isn’t an answer.” She continued, before grabbing my hand, “I did promise you desserts, didn’t I? I baked a whole bunch, just for you.”

“What!?”

“You sound like a broken record, Ven. Just come with me!”

“What!?”

Aqua just giggled, as she pulled me away.

What kind of day is this?

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We ate a lot of cakes that Aqua made, and I gotta admit, she did a great job. A very great job.

We complemented her, as we ate, and she was so happy that the cakes turned out great. She wasn’t proud of her cakes, but it’s great.

She had fun too, it seems like it.

“You did great, thanks, Aqua!” I cried, happilly, “Save some more for later too! I’m full!”

Terra was too, and he gave an awkward smile as patted his stomach. Seems like he was full too.

“Let’s go, Ven.” Terra said, chuckling lightly, “Save some for me too, for tomorrow, Aqua.”

“No problem! Have fun!”

With that, we left the room to head to Terra’s room.

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“Alright, here ya go, you can change in the bathroom.” Terra said, handing me my Pajamas, “I set up a little mat on the floor, so you don’t need to worry about sleeping in the same bed, or on the floor, or anything. I’ll be sleeping on the mat.”

With that, I nodded, and headed to the bathroom. My thoughts racing as I walked to the bathroom and dressed.

He couldn’t be faking it at this point. He couldn’t be pretending.

He’s lying. He’s lying. He’s lying.

Terra and Aqua isn’t pretending. They were honest. They were honest.

They were lying. They’re pretending to care. They pity you.

N-No. No!

I let out a scream.

No, no! This isn’t right! They’re my friends! They are my friends!

I shut my eyes tightly, practically screaming!

No, no, no, no! No!

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I sat up, quickly, panting.

I looked around, noticing I was in a different room. Then, memories came back.

I’m in Terra’s room.

I began to pant for a while, before I looked over to see Terra laying on the floor.

He snores in his sleep.

I thought about it.

I could leave the room, and go back to my room, or…

I remembered the massage earlier that day. He wanted me to do it to him before he did it to me. I remember… How tense Terra actually is, and how hard he works.

In fact, those muscles are proof he works so hard.

I caught my breath, before it was decided.

I got out of bed, before pushing Terra on his stomach. I straddle him between my legs as I try to remember how he did this.

Let’s see. He added pressure on certain parts of my back, and rubbed. So, he basically rubbed my back.

Still, it felt nice. I wanted to repay him, and that thought made me smile.

I wanted to repay Terra on helping me earlier.

I started to rub his back. Gently at first, then I added pressure as I continued.

I made sure not to press too hard as I rubbed his back.

His breath began to shorten, and small sounds came out.

It sounded weird, but it let me know he liked it too. Joy fluttered as I continued.

I could feel the knots leaving his back.

I almost giggled. Really.

I couldn’t help it, really. It felt just as good to repay.

Especially Terra.

Once done, I was tired. I stopped, only to stretch. I decided to try and lift Terra on his bed, only for him to plot down, face first, on the floor.

I winced.

I tried again, only this time, he fell to his side, his head bonking on the hard floor.

I sighed, giving up.

I fixed Terra’s position to where he was on his side, and laid down next to him. Cuddling him.

I had his arm wrap around, and I smiled.

He was so warm.

I sighed happilly.

So warm.

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Silence.

So cold.

Where’s Terra?

I sat up, only to realize I was on Terra’s bed. I rubbed my eye, trying to wake up, when Aqua came in.

“Oh, good morning! I didn’t think you’d be up by now, but I guess Terra was right!” Aqua said, before revealing a tray of food, “Breakfast in bed? Terra decided to cook for you.”

“For me? D'aw, he didn’t have to, Aqua.” I reply, smiling, “Give him my thanks though.”

Aqua paused for a minute, before smiling back. She placed the tray on my lap.

“I will.” She gave me a hug, “Good to see you’re okay now. We missed having a happy you around.”

She pulled away, before walking out, giving me a small wave.

I looked at the tray of food.

Terra made food for me. He did so much for me anyways. He wanted to… He wanted to.

Even though I felt happy, tears still whelled up. I wiped them away.

I’m so happy. I’m so happy.

I’m started to eat my food.

It was delicious.

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We met at the usual spot, and Terra sat next to me. Aqua didn’t arrive yet, so we were basically alone.

Terra then ruffled my hair.

“I wanna thank you for this morning.” He said, grinning, “I know what you did.”

Embarrassment washed over me, and I buried my face in my hands.

“I woke up when you turned me, and I was just about to ask what you were doing, when you started.” Terra continued, “After a while, I noticed you were quiet. So, I pretended to sleep… I didn’t think you’d try to get me on my bed. My head and face hurts though. The real challenge was trying not to move…”

“You could’ve just told me!” I cried, still embarrassed, “Or said something to let me know! You didn’t have to pretend for me!”

“I couldn’t help it!” Terra cried back, “It seemed like you were happy, and that’s all that mattered to me!”

He laughed, as I groaned.

After a while, he sighed, and patted my head again.

“Thank you, anyways. I didn’t realize I needed that.” Terra said, giving a small smile, “I was joking the first time, when I said it, but I really am sorry about that.”

Silence.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t in the right mind.” I reply, and hugged my knees, “I kept thinking you and Aqua pitied me, and kept me around just because I was an easy target when we spared. I thought you just proved me right, when you and Aqua… Really, you guys didn’t have to cook for me, or have me around at all. I’m not master material, nor I am a good friend. I am just sick of these thoughts, but…”

“Hey, hey, Ven.” Terra nearly whispered, and pulled me into a hug, “Um. I’m sorry. However, I really do want to keep you around. I really do want to spar with you, because you are master material. I wouldn’t ask you other wise.”

“B-But Master Eraqus…”

“Screw Master Eraqus.” He shook his head, chuckling lightly, “I respect Master Eraqus, but for not putting you on the same level as us, he should be in the wrong, not you. Um, but don’t tell Master Eraqus that.”

“Oh, I already know.”

We turned around to see Master Eraqus himself, Aqua behind him. Terra and I stood up to bow to him. After a while, he smiled, and waved us down.

“I apologize for making you think that, Ventus.” He said, giving a soft smile, “You are like a son to me, like how Terra is to me, and Aqua, like a daughter. I think you have the potential to become master, and I would’ve happilly named all of you Master in a heartbeat. However, there is a reason why I’m giving you all a hard time. You can’t be a master if you don’t have the wisdom, or strength to be one.”

He started to pace, slowly, like how he does when he teaches us lessons.

“You see, you can’t be, if you don’t try.” He said, shaking his head, “We’re all equal in one way or another. Even if one is shown weaker in one field, they make up in another field. For example, what you lack in speed, you make up in strength. It could be the same vise versa. Though, that doesn’t mean you will never be faster or stronger. You would need to practice, and practice, until you can just get it right. Remember the first lesson I taught you, Ventus?”

I remember. I hold it dear in my heart. I nodded.

Silence.

Oh.

Master Eraqus nodded, smiling. He walked up to me, and ruffled hair, like Terra and Aqua does.

I usually like it when Master Eraqus does it, but now it seems different. I use to hate it when Terra and Aqua does it, but now…

It seems I prefer the opposite for once.

“I see you got use to Terra and Aqua’s affection.” He said, and turned to walk away, “Well, see? You’re learning.”

He walked out, leaving Aqua, Terra, and I alone. After a while, we all started laughing.

“Oh man. That was tense.” Terra said, and ruffled my hair, “Wasn’t it?”

I chuckled, as both Aqua, and Terra started messing with my hair.

“See, Ven? You’re learning!” Aqua said, and gave me a hug, “Remember what I pointed out yesterday? You started to hold your Keyblade backhanded. Which made you faster. Much faster. You’re equal to us, no matter what happens. You’re gonna stay with us weather you like it or not.”

“So, don’t ever think you’re not master material.” Terra joined in, grinning, “We think you are, no matter what you say.”

More silence.

“Y-You guys are right.” I say, chuckling, “Thank you guys. Very much.”

“Now, can we spar?”

“Of course, you’re on!”

We got ready, and spared on.

Just a small bonus: I won for once.

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(1) Terra told Ventus at one point that he was trying to move his body. When, really, he should let his body move him. That was Terra’s advise towards Ven.