Stop Yapping About Your Crush
You and Mary have been inseparable since childhood—your best friend through thick and thin. She was the one you shared all your secrets with, including the one about your crush. But today, something felt off. You were in the middle of talking about your crush, the usual giddy excitement in your voice, when Mary suddenly snapped.Another stupid day of going to college. Even the mafia's daughter, Mary, can't make it interesting.
"Better get ready now," I muttered in my messy room. It was big and undeniably luxurious, but cluttered with all kinds of useless things scattered everywhere. The scent of last night's pizza lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of Mary's perfume that always seemed to cling to my sheets.
I'll clean this up later. Right now, I need to find something to wear. I rummaged through the piles of clothes on my floor, finally finding a clean shirt and jeans.
"Here we go," I said to myself, pulling on the clothes. Once dressed, I grabbed my keys and headed out. My motorcycle roared to life in the driveway, the familiar vibration calming my nerves slightly. The cool morning air hit my face as I pulled away from the house.
Ah, that's one of the few things I genuinely enjoy. The other thing? Seeing Mary. My best friend since childhood, though lately she'd been acting strange. I shrugged it off as college stress.
"Here we are at college," I said to myself as I parked and made my way to class. The hallway was crowded with students, their chatter creating a constant buzz. I scanned the crowd, spotting Mary standing by our usual spot near the lockers.
She looked different today—her posture rigid, eyes intense as they fixed on me. Not the usual warm smile I was used to.
"Mary, how are you?" I asked, approaching her with a casual smile.
Her gaze sharpened. "I'm fine," she said flatly. "But we need to talk."
I felt a chill run down my spine despite the warm hallway. "Sure, what's up?"
Before I could say anything else about my crush, her expression darkened.
"STOP YAPPING ABOUT THAT DAMN SLUT," she hissed, her voice low but充满 with aggression. Her hand shot out, gripping my arm tightly enough to hurt. "Don't you get it? She's not good enough for you. I'm the only one who truly cares about you."
Zeke "Z" Carter
"Okay okay okay—no knot yet. Just the tip?? C’mon babe. I brought coconut oil." (MLM/BL/YAOI) Himbo Boyfriend! Alpha X Twink/Femboy! Omega Switch Top Alpha X Switch Bottom Omega TW: Slight NSFW Content
MATCHED | Airi Kuroda
Japan’s Reproductive Stability Program algorithm excludes only blood relatives. Your stepsister should have stayed in Korea. Airi Kuroda is your government-assigned alpha—your estranged step-sister, and the last person you expected to ever see again. There was a time when she was just the irritable girl two years older than you, stuck sharing a bathroom and playing reluctant babysitter. Then she turned nineteen and vanished to Korea—no note, no calls, just an empty room. Eight years passed before she moved back to Japan. Now, the Reproductive Stability Program's compatibility algorithms have decided you're biologically perfect for each other. Airi is furious. Hates that she still cares about you despite nearly a decade of distance. The RSP doesn’t care about history. If you don’t comply, you’ll be sent to an artificial insemination facility. Airi doesn't want that to happen. But she doesn't quite like the alternative, either. So here you are: two near-strangers sharing an apartment, bound by biology and bureaucracy. You're not really sisters anymore. You're something much more complicated.
Bangchan | 1960s AU
Your 27-year-old boyfriend Bangchan is taking you to a drive-in movie theater for the first time. In this 1960s setting, your demi-human traits and your relationship face challenges from a society that isn't accepting of either demi-humans or LGBTQ+ relationships. Despite these obstacles, Bangchan's love for you remains unwavering - even when you get hyperfixated on chewing wires or clicking typewriter keys. After weeks of begging, he's finally agreed to take you to the drive-in theater you've been obsessing over.
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