#and my mom went 'you're not 4 years old anymore!! you should know by know what the parts of the city are called!!!'

[gingiesworld]

I See You (4/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Coersion

18+ MINORS DNI

Throughout the months, Pietro had helped Wanda through her break-up. Although she was shocked to see the state Jarvis was in and Y/N's hand was messed up again. But they didn't care this time.

Wanda walked through the halls in her old clothes. Her black skater dress and docs. Her hair up in a high pony like she used to and her make and smoky eyeshadow. Y/N smiled as they saw her walk through the halls confidently. Even if they kept their distance from her. She always heard their words in her head everyday from the first arguement they had had.

'I was your best friend Wanda. For years I stuck by you. During your emo phase and now you're a cheerleader and you promised nothing would change. Nothing. You don't even see me anymore Wanda. When you walk into the same room as me, your eyes never want to find me. Not like I see you whenever I am near you.'

Those words plagued her every thought. She had also noticed that Jarvis had moved onto Carol funnily enough. The cheerleaders all looked at her with disgust as she went back to her old ways.

"You looked so much prettier as one of us Wanda." Sharon spoke up as she approached Wanda.

"You know what? I don't care what you all think of me anymore." She told them. "I don't no why I ever cared in the first place." She pushed passed them all and made her way to her History class, sitting in her usual seat.

"I'm proud of you Wanda." Y/N told her as they passed her to get to their own seat. Wanda couldn't help the blush on her face as she looked down at her books before the lesson started. She looked back over her shoulder, biting her lip as she noticed Y/N already staring at her.

Wanda was lay beside Y/N in the grass, watching the clouds slowly pass and feeling the calm breeze grace their exposed skin. Wanda soon turned to face them as their eyes remained firmly at the sky above. She hadn't really notice how attractive they were growing up, but now she was lay their admiring their sharp jaw line and deep blue eyes.

"You're staring Wanda." They stated as she shook her head no as her lip was between her teeth.

"I never really noticed how beautiful you are Y/N." She told them as they chuckled.

"I'm not beautiful Wanda." They told her as she shook her head. Looking their deep blue irises as she shook her head at them with her lip between their teeth.

"You are Y/N." She whispered as her fingertips danced across their features. "I see you Y/N. Very clearly I see you."

"I've always seen you Wanda Maximoff. Always." They whispered as she glanced at their lips. A mixture of nervousness and excitement within her.

"Kiss me." She told them as they smiled softly. Lifting their head up to meet hers in a soft passionate kiss. Holding her as close to them as they possibly could.

Wanda groaned when she heard her alarm going off. She ran her hands over her face as she looked at the ceiling. Realising what she should have known all along. She is in love with Y/N. It was never Jarvis or anyone else. It should have always been Y/N and she hated herself for not seeing it sooner.

"Hey Wanda." Pietro greeted her as she entered the kitchen.

"Y/N is going to be staying here this week since their parents have a business meeting." Mrs Maximoff told them both as she made sure she had everything she needed for her day at work. Wanda was actually nervous about them staying with them for the week.

"Where will they sleep?" Wanda asked as her mother smiled to them.

"We can move the cot into your room." She told her as Wanda just nodded. Her heart beating in her chest. "In fact, we can do that now."

"I can stay here on my own mama." Y/N told their mom as she was making sure she had everything.

"No. I want to know that you are safe and Mrs Maximoff is the only person I trust with my most precious love for this world." She said as she tapped their cheek.

"Mom, you're going to a conference for a week. I'm not going to war, I actually don't think they make you join as soon as you turn 18 anymore, but you know. The government changes a lot so what do I know." Y/N told her as she smirked at them.

"You're staying with them and that is final." She told them before she left the house. Y/N watched as she got into her own car and drove off. They had their own bag packed ready for the week before they drove to school.

"I hear you're staying with us for the week." Pietro said as he joined Y/N at their locker.

"My mom doesn't trust me to be alone at home for some reason." They shrugged as Pietro raised a brow.

"Most likely because you'll fuck anyone in the comfort of your bed instead of your car." He teased them making them laugh before they went their separate ways. Wanda's eyes always subconsciously found them now. Even as she watched them disappear down the hall.

"So you do like the freak?" Jarvis questioned as he walked up behind her.

"Fuck off." Wanda said as she closed her locker.

"Why? So you can join a convent?" He teased her as she tried to walk away from him.

"You know I could have them arrested for assault." He told her as she soon whipped her head to them.

"And I could have you arrested for rape." She countered as he laughed.

"No one will believe you Wanda." He said as he leaned in. "Just remember, I own you. I always will." With that he left her frozen in the hall with a note in her hands.

'Meet me at our old spot at 8pm, or say goodbye to Y/N.'

She didn't know what she should do so she decided to follow through with it. She didn't want Y/N to go to prison, but with this decision she was going to lose them either way.

"So, I have to share a room with Wanda?" Y/N questioned as Pietro gave them a sad look. "Can't I sleep on the sofa or even on the porch?"

"Sorry Y/N." He patted their back as Y/N just sighed, placing their bag near her desk.

"You came." Jarvis smirked as he leaned on his car.

"I am doing this for Y/N. Not you." She told him sternly.

"You know, I have had pretty much every girl in both of our classes but you." He told her as he moved towards her. His hands moved to her hips as he moved to her ear. "This is going to be so much fun."

Wanda made it home late, tears in her eyes and expecting Y/N to be asleep. When she silently crept into her room, Y/N was sat up reading a book, their eyes instantly finding her tear filled ones.

"What happened?" They asked her as soon as they put the book down.

"Jarvis." Was all she was able to get out before she cried, moving to curl up on her bed as Y/N nervously sat on the edge of it.

"What did he do?" They asked her as she calmed down enough to tell them of the deal he was having her make. "Don't do it." Was all Y/N said as Wanda looked at them confused.

"I have to or you can get arrested!" She yelled at them.

"I don't care what happens to me Wanda." They told her as they sat back down on their bed. "I could go out tomorrow and get stabbed and I wouldn't care."

"I do. I care!" She told them as the tears fell down her face. "I care what happens to you because you're." She stopped herself as Y/N stood up, watching her very carefully as she took a deep breath. "I see you Y/N. I do. I can't live my life without being able to see you. Hear your voice. See your goofy smile." Y/N remained still as she continued. "I see you." She stepped towards them. "I know that this is late coming but it's better late than never right." They smiled at her softly. "Please say something." She pleaded as the silence filled the air.

All they done was cup her face and wipe her tears away, looking into her jade eyes with a growing smile. Their slowly leaned in as Wanda stood there, waiting for what felt like an eternity for their lips to meet in a soft kiss. She gasped as she felt her whole body tingle. Every nerve was aware of their touch. Their lips moving in unison as Wanda gripped the front of their shirt, trying to pull them closer to her.

"I see you Wanda. I always have." They whispered as they rested their head on hers as she wrapped her arms around their middle. Finally at peace with herself, but the sinking feeling that she may lose Y/N now since they don't want her to do what Jarvis has asked of her.

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Taglist : @dark-hunter16 @whitewidowsbite @marvelwomen-simp @canvascoloredin @idkbubs

[moneeko]

I honestly still think it's cruel that Chloe was abandoned by her father for a woman (mother) who abandoned her when she was about 4-5 years old. I understand Chloe trying to be like her mother to get her mother's approval. That I finally understood that it's better to be myself and not seek approval by a person who has forgotten my existence (I came across such people, one I considered a friend). For the character Chloe; as if I was rewriting the series,

in the last episode when she lost her Miraculous when she allied with the Hawkmoth just to free her parents from the Akuma. She knew she was going to lose her status. She would lose people's trust, she knew Ladybug would never trust her again. She knew this was her last chance. 'Yes, but on one condition that you free my parents' HawkMoth agreed to free them. "Now you're the wasp queen" Chloe felt different now that she was under the influence of the akuma. Maybe it's because of Pollen? She did not know . She obeyed the enemy's orders not to break the contract lest he deceive her. However, hoping that Biedronka will discover and save the day. (. after the fight) Ladybug didn't look at her. She was devastated watching Master Fu lying limply on the ground. She didn't look like an autoratu, a calmly brave heroine, but for a normal girl like her. 'It's your fault!' she screamed holding back tears. Chat Noir tried to comfort her. Chloe returned the miraculous box. Seeing her heroine hug her master with tears. ' Grandpa…' Chloe's eyes widened. this old man was the grandfather of … Ladybugs … Chloe ran away. She ran as fast as possible. ' It's my fault…' She went back to the big apartment. She opened the Closet and started packing. She can't stay here in Paris. She's made so many people villains. It's best if I go to New York. I won't be there and no one. no one will be true. She was waiting under the helicopter behind her mother. She was finally walking though… with Marinette. No No.. Her mother is smiling. " Your projects are amazing for your young age. You should come to New York with me and you will know how show business is. The woman looked at the teenager. "Clawdeen?" "Chloe…" she corrected her quietly, afraid of being scolded. "Well, I'm leaving, I'm taking this girl, I'm not going to let her talent go to waste.' and her mother still wanted to invite Marinette (her rival) to new york. Something inside Chloe snapped.

"Why don't you love me, mom?" Marinette saw the girl she was competing with. She began to cry. "Answer please." - she started wiping her tears with her hands." For these 10 years you were not even able to call me … You were not able to hug me … And others …: She ran away, was unable to return to the apartment and locked herself in the room. She didn't go out for weeks. Ladybug knocked on the window. ' Chloe turned pale but opened it "Chloe how are you feeling" she was silent. Ladybug sat on the couch. "Your classmates were worried about you." "No one cares about me. I'm just a mean brat. They're probably better off without me." Ladybug grabbed her by the arms / "Sabrina's worried about you" "only her… She doesn't deserve a friend like me" "Adrien too." Chloe pursed her lips into a grimace. She held a yellow teddy bear in her arms. "Alya, Kim, Rose" she started listing "and Marinette" At these words of the ladybug, tears began to flow from the blonde's eyes. "I'm sorry I jumped on you then." Chloe hugged her, not letting her finish. "Thank you… I promise to change." Ladybug looked at her "I always wanted my mother to notice me… And I thought it was best to be like her. But no. She's better at herself. She'll change for the better. Even though I won't be queen bee anymore, I still want to help you." Ladybug smiled. "you promise" " I promise"

[nermalsnotes]

Getting Older

When you are a teenager, you can't wait to grow up. Your mom tells you that you will regret not enjoying your life as a young person. You start laughing and tell her I want to grow up and live my life. Boy I should have listened to mom. My mom was a single parent from the time I was 4 on. I should have known that she knew what she was talking about. With the help of my grandparents she raised me. Mom and grandma were two of the strongest women I have ever known.

I just turned 50 and man life is not as easy as I thought it would be. I developed severe depression in 1986, after my my very best friend from passed away from Cystic Fibrosis. My grandfather, the only father figure I had ever known passed away in 1991. In 1992, I marry a man that looking back I didn't love. I only married him was because my first love was already married and I was trying to move on. We divorced in 1993.....separating after only 4 months as husband and wife.

1993, My first love is going through a divorce at the same time I am so, we lean on each other. He and I were best friends in high school and we had picked up where we left off. He came home from the Gulf war pretty messed up and I was there for him, giving reassurance that everything would be okay. We date until 1995 when I get pregnant with our son D We get married in January of 1996 and our beautiful son was born in June of 1996. Everything was going well until he starting to abuse me. We separated February of 1997. We still went to counseling to try to save our marriage, I had left our home and, with my son, moved in to my grandma's house. Our marriage was over when he struck me with our son in the back seat. December 23rd or 24th of 1997 everything was finalized. So much for the promise that everything would be okay. I feel like I failed our "In sickness and in heath" vows of marriage.

Did I still love him? of course I did. However, I had to choose safety of myself and my child was more important than love. I had many friends who watched daddy beat up mommy I vowed that was never going to happen to my child. I would protect him at all costs.

He was never the same after he came home from Saudi. Come to find out he was verbally abused by his superiors and developed PTSD, but also came into contact with chemicals that really messed him up.

You know, a divorce is almost like a loved one dying. What you once had is gone, but the person you're grieving for is still alive. That is the biggest mind f*ck the universe can give you. Grieving for the person you fell in love with not being the same person, but his body hasn't changed, physically he is still the same.

I wouldn't find out til later that I had Battered woman's syndrome and PTSD from the abuse. My ex #2? He is 52 years old living in a group home because the WAR messed him up so bad that he can't take care of himself anymore. This breaks my heart but what can you do but live your life to the best possible no matter how heart breaking it might be to do. So, as 25 years old in addition to my depression, I also had PTSD and battered woman's syndrome. A lot to deal with as a newly, single parent.

Thankfully my mom and grandma helped me until D was 3. More on that next post.

[speakingagain]

I am 24 years old. So far, being in my 20's I have learned quite a bit. First off, you think you know anything about life, you're wrong. Especially when you are just becoming an adult.

Second, your 20's will not be the best years of your life. Literally everyone lied about it. Being an adult sucks, and it doesn't get better. You just learn to manage it better.

Your 20's are just your era to actually figure out what you're going to do with your life and who you are as a person.

Here's what I have learned so far about life and myself:

1) Coffee is my addiction and I have no plans on getting rid of it. If I could, I'd replace my blood with a cold brew.

2) I'm worth more than I have ever thought, and I only learned this because others valued me less than I should have been.

3) Milk is expensive. Gas is expensive. Paint is expensive. Existing is expensive.

4) No matter how appealing it is to hit someone, I would NOT thrive in jail. Even if they deserve it.

5) I have serious issues letting go of things. Physically, or emotionally. I hold grudges. And I keep shit I don't need. I actually have an entire box of shit from people I hate that I refuse to get rid of purely because I want to burn it, but I have no way of doing that safely unless I go up to my family cabin which is a hour away and has other members of my family there pretty much all the time and I'm not about that.

6) I want to be an extrovert but I genuinely hate people and I don't think that will ever change.

7) I got drunk and ate an edible once before a work Christmas party for a job I got laid off from a week before and went as a plus one for someone. Apparently people were highly concerned about me because I was talking so much.

8) People genuinely don't give a shit about what you're doing. More often than not, they find you amusing or slightly annoying. And they go on about their day. Do the weird thing you love, because it makes you happy. Even if you get weird stares. It's worth it.

9) I like cleaning and having things clean. But I hate having to clean. Having a clean space has scientific research behind it, stating that it helps improve your mental state. Do I know this very well? Yup. Do I actually keep my shit clean? Hell no.

10) Your mom will tell you that you're an adult and don't need a mother anymore and then when she wants you to do something you don't want to do, she will say, "I am your mother" to get you to do it.

11) My mom is the coolest person ever because she will vape THC with me (medical purposes duh) before bed and then sit on the balcony and laugh and giggle while staring at the stars with me. It is one of my favorite things to do with her and I really hate the fact that winter doesn't allow that.

12) Your shitty job that doesn't pay you a livable wage genuinely doesn't give a fuck about you. You can get better jobs with little to no experience that pay you well and offers decent benefits. Just quit applying to anything that focuses on customer service and the like.

13) Everyone is dead inside in Walmart. Everyone.

14) Promoting people who are being rude in stores (looking at you Karen) to use their words and ask for what they need is either going to get them to behave like an adult or royally piss them off. Either way, it's hilarious.

15) If you're starting off with nothing and money is tight, the dollar store has literally everything required to start up your kitchen.

15a) do not buy a can opener from the dollar store. It will break every time you use it. Spend a few extra bucks and go to Walmart or target.

15b) thrift stores sells random bundles of kitchen ware for like $2. I once found a $400 set of kitchen knives for $8 that just needed sharpened and CAME WITH THE SHARPENER.

16) If you can't afford to do something nice for yourself every once in a while like go get your nails done or a new pair of sneakers or whatever floats your boat, buy yourself that nice expensive toilet paper. Your booty deserves the best and it's relatively cheap compared to the other things you can't afford but love.

17) You can work on improving yourself, even if you don't have a therapist. Start asking yourself the hard questions you don't want to answer.

19) It is okay to be upset. It is okay to be angry. It is okay to be sad. It is okay to express them. What isn't okay, is forcing everyone to feel your emotions and make them everyone else's problems.

20) I have no idea what I'm doing most of the time, and I'm not sure I will ever really know but it's a vibe.

21) Remember to relax your shoulders and your jaw.

22) I am actually a pretty good looking person, but I prefer to be comfy and wear 'unflattering' things than to cater to other people's images of beauty.

23) Space heaters are way cheaper than using gas to heat your home. Electricity is cheaper than gas. Candles can also be used to heat but aren't as effective, but can be used if you have no power.

24) know your tenant laws. Record every conversation with your landlord, or office people anywhere you rent. They will screw you over just because they assume you don't know your rights. They differ for each state but they are there to protect you from sleezy landlords. Which is 99.99% of landlords.

25) Feeling crappy? Make sure your basic needs have been met. Food, water (not coffee), hygiene, sleep, and attention. That will probably solve your problem.

I had a whole point to this post today. I don't remember what it was at this point. Stay safe y'all, and take care of yourself ❣️

[the-firebird69]

We decided to place a few phone calls and we had to do that no so watching you screw around with our son we're getting a beat on you all sudden out of nowhere Dan starts yelling we have to get out of here these people mean business he's talking about fisherman's village and we look around there's kind of moping around so we started hitting them and hitting them he said once you start seeing it they start doing stuff so you see her son get up and move and they're going finally this is your message that you're misses later but BJ is not supposed to see in Charlotte county up at Port Charlotte so he flips out and is yelling screaming. You finally says this which way is it on the bike and he starts going nuts is yelling. My fisherman's wharf and they said don't yell here and they meant him and his child tell him to shut his face and they went ahead and began hitting him. They're taking them down and he's saying ouch and s*** like that. Start screaming and yelling and he's saying it's that guy who's always here and he hears who mike goodhue the willing testament Steeler. Besides yelling and screaming and saying your name is you said her son's gone and you want to get him so he put a hit on him and he tried leaving and they beat him up a bunch of times. Tommy f and Dave next door got into it and Tommy f was a cop and Dave's yelling at him put the taser down you don't need that I'll go quietly and you kept saying it. And there's got a tussle and Dave tried for his gun and Tommy have said don't do that. Well the wrestling someone called the sheriff. It was John remillard came down told the son to stop it and it would not and he had Tommy f and her death crib call me after screening ear to ear it says Trump fell for it in somewhat obscure code and Trump got back got his car and left instead of sons on his own. They lost Dave lost the fight but in the car started yelling all sorts of stuff about Tommy f yeah no so our son says yeah to them like this is what I'm putting up with what am I supposed to do as a 4 year old giant loaded with testosterone and intelligence I'm pissing napalm down your throat so you won't shut your mouth. They said they would be better and they got here and fell apart.

Then they figured out something. It's Dolores and her son said it and it said what are you doing.

They figured out that it's the demons and that they made something happen. And they figured out that the demon hit mom in the accident. And then they got put together. No all this was fine and dandy and this complicated web but it's not that complicated Mac Daddy was doing a lot of it and the max and the orchestrated all this crap to happen and these guys can't figure it out for the price of tea in China that they had it done so it's a huge pain in the ass everyday they learn all sorts of stuff can't remember it don't know who anyone is it's a nightmare they're that vague about life we can't stand anymore

Thor Freya

There's terminology for it and we should be applying just people are rogue agents for s and they require strict controls and a lot more troops and we have protocols that I'm enacting now because that's what they are and they're almost complete robe and they have stronger affiliation with their own clan but it's very weak compared to what it was it seems like they're gaining power by turning their own in and he agreed and we're going ahead and use it it's the concept

Thor Freya

Olympus

[liebelesbe]

Ah. Now my mom is mad bc I haven't managed to make the phone call yet. Knew I could only push it so far

[queerbuckleys]

you're not alone at all [950 words | Maddie & Eddie & May friendship] a/n: there are little baby buddie hints in there if you squint, because at this point it's impossible to write anything any other way. title from comes and goes (in waves) by greg laswell. spoilers(ish) for 5x15

Buck looks up at her, that familiar spark in his eye. The one he gets when he’s getting an idea.  “You know who you should talk to?” He says, the glint never leaving.  “Buck, I already have a therapist,” she throws back and he smiles. “Not what I was going to say. I uh, actually was going to suggest that you talk to Eddie,” her brother ducks his head as he stabs another bite of salad.  She tilts her head, thinking, “Why would I talk to your best friend?” “He’s worked through the same feelings Maddie. You are allowed to talk to him, like that’s allowed, encouraged even,” he says playfully.  “He’ll…want to?”  “I’ll give him a heads up.” “So he’ll do it if you ask?” Buck just gets up to refill his water even though he doesn’t really need to. And that answers the question well enough for her. 

She decides visiting dispatch will be the easiest way to talk to Eddie. And she does miss it. And her former co-workers all want to meet Jee. So really it’s 3 birds with one stone and she won’t pass that up. 

She’s nervous up until the second she walks through the elevator doors and is met with May’s eyes,

“Maddie?!” Is all she hears before she has her arms full of May Grant. And tears fill her eyes, but she’s smiling. 

“I’ve missed you,” May says leaning back. 

“Missed you too kid. Is Eddie around?” “It’s just about lunch so I was about to head to his office. Buck tell you he’s here?” May replies tickling Jee’s tummy and making a face. 

“Yeah. He thought we should talk. You eat lunch with him?”

“Yeah. He’s kinda taken me in as a little sister,” she shrugs as they make their way to the break room so May can grab their lunches from the refrigerator, “he is sort of full of good advice. I think the therapy is really rubbing off on him.”

“I left for six months and suddenly you’re running a twitter and going to therapy? Who are you and what have you done with Eddie Diaz?” She says in lieu of a more normal greeting as she leans in the doorway. 

“Maddie! Buck said you were thinking about swinging by,” he’s smiling a little as he stands and walks around the desk and pulls her into a hug. And she thinks for a moment that it should be awkward. They were never all that close before. But holy shit, this was a good hug. 

“The two of you joining us for lunch?” Eddie asks.

“If that’s all right?” She looks between May and Eddie.

“Of course! This is not some sort of super secret exclusive club or anything,” May says as she sits, passing Eddie his lunch. 

They sit in comfortable silence for a little while, Maddie feeding Jee a snack, until Maddie can’t take the quiet anymore. 

“Do you still think about all you missed?” She doesn’t have to specify and Eddie looks up at her with an understanding smile.

“No. Not really.” And this time he’s not lying, “I did for a long time. But Chris has never blamed me. And I’m here now, and have been. It’s not going to ruin her life.”

“You, you missed the big milestones right?” “Maddie-”

“I know it was different for him-”

“I missed almost everything in the first 4 years. I was barely even there when he was born. I came back and barely knew how to hold him, or comfort him. So I ran. Again. And now, he is the best part of me. And he has never for a day in his life resented me for missing all of that, and not knowing. She won’t. And when she’s old enough to understand, and asks, and you explain it, she is still going to love you.”

“See I told you he was good,” May says biting her lip, “And if I may-” 

Eddie looks at her and she shoots him a look, “Don’t say it Eddie. Anyway, as I was saying, my mom missed a lot too. And she was right here. She went back to work as soon as she could. And I was with my dad most of the time,” she shrugs, “and I’m not scarred.”

Maddie and May stare at her for a moment, considering the young woman in front of them. It’s Maddie who breaks the silence again, 

“Eddie, do you want to hold her?” “I thought you said you didn’t want to scar her for life?” He replies, eyes wide. 

Maddie just rolls her eyes, stands and places her daughter in his arms. He eyes her once while she heads back to her chair, and she just nods. 

She watches as he bounces her and talks quietly to her. He shows her his computer and desk phone. Jee becomes enamored with the desk lamp. Maddie snaps a few pictures and sends them to Buck. 

“You’re really good with her. She likes you,” Maddie smiles at Eddie as Jee grabs onto his nose and he laughs, “Do you like your Uncle Eddie?” She asks Jee, she only babbles in response. 

She’s getting tired and begins to lean into Eddie more, and he instinctively cradles her against his chest. 

“Uncle Eddie?” Sure he’s heard it before from Sophia, but something about this was different. 

“Of course, I mean, she’s got her Aunt Hen, and Aunt May too. She has all of you, because I do, because Howie does. Because we chose that.”

“Yeah, we did,” Eddie says quietly, with a small smile as Jee sighs the tell-tale way she does before drifting off to sleep.

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 5

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing with parents, stereotyping?, reader's parents just being generally horrible people, angst

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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"This is a horrible idea," you whispered to yourself as you got ready in your bedroom mirror, unable to concentrate for more than five minutes without a small panic attack taking over.

Your eyes flicked over to your clock every few seconds. Keishin was due to arrive at your family house for dinner in about thirty minutes and with every minute that passed, you asked yourself over and over again why you ever agreed to this.

Originally, when your parents had insisted on meeting your 'boyfriend' over a family dinner, your heart had dropped into the pit of your stomach; it was the worst feeling you had ever experienced . . . until you told Keishin about it jokingly and he actually agreed. Never before had you felt so sick to your stomach. Dinner was the last thing you wanted, and to make it worse, it was going to be dinner with your parents and fake boyfriend.

Shit.

More than once you had contemplated pretending to be sick or throwing yourself down the stairs, but you just couldn't go through with it. Every time you got close to backing out, a small part of your brain reminded you that this dinner might be the thing that changed your parents mind, and even though the odds of that actually happening were close to none, you couldn't give up without even trying.

So, with knots in your stomach and your palms sweating like never before, you continued getting ready for the evening and prayed that everything went as smoothly as possible.

If only you had known then that it would take much more than a prayer to save this evening.

When you heard the doorbell ring approximately thirty minutes later, your whole body froze and the thought of jumping out your second story window was starting to sound really appealing. But then, you remembered that it would be way worse if your mom or dad answered the door before you could so you rushed out of your room and down the stairs.

"I've got the door!" you shouted throughout the house, almost as if you were marking the front door as your territory and trying to scare anyone else away from it.

Standing in front of the door, you drew in a few deep, calming breaths before plastering a forced smile across your face and pulling the door open. Let the night of hell begin.

As soon as your eyes settled on Keishin, your smile faltered and you gasped. His dyed blonde hair was slicked back like usual, but instead of a headband, it was clear he had used gel. He had every hole in his ear stuffed with a black earring, and to top things off, he had showed up in jeans, a black t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

"What?" Keishin took a step back and examined his outfit. "You said to go all out. I did."

"I know, I know . . . I just . . ." You took a moment to compose yourself. "I didn't even know you owned a leather jacket."

"Yeah, well, you don't know everything about me," Keishin smirked devilishly, proud that he still had a few secrets to himself. "Well, are you going to let me in? I kind of want to get this dinner over with."

Opening the door wider, you stepped to the side and let Keishin inside your house. "You and me both," you agreed. "You sure you want to do this? We could both make a run for it right now if we act fast."

Shrugging the jacket off of his shoulders, Keishin shook his head. "Come on, at least give your parents a chance to change their minds."

Just then, your father's heavy footsteps could be heard exiting the kitchen and approaching the front door where you and Keishin stood together. Swallowing hard, you wiped the sweat from your palms on your clothes and sent one last pleading thought up to the heavens above, hoping that if there was a great being up there, they could be on your side tonight.

This was it. No turning back now.

"If your boyfriend has arrived, Y/N, please don't keep your mother and I waiting. Introduce us." Your father rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks when he set eyes on Keishin. Sure, you had told your parents all about your 'boyfriend', which was why they had insisted on this dinner in the first place, but Keishin was a man that words couldn't quite capture. "Oh. Hello." Your father reluctantly held out his hand to greet Keishin.

"Hello, sir." Keishin shook your father's hand without hesitation. "I'm Ukai Keishin. Keishin is fine though."

Seconds later, your mother joined the three of you. She had a similar reaction as your father had and was not subtle about it in the least. "So this is the man you've been seeing?" Your mother gave you an almost pleading look, like she was silently begging you to come clean and admit that you were joking.

Right off of the bat, things were not going well.

"Well, let me take your jacket and hang it up in the closet." Your mother stepped toward Keishin with the fakest smile you had ever seen on her face.

"Oh, there's no need." Keishin hung his jacket on the banister of the stairs. "I'll just end up taking it out in a little while anyway when I go out for a smoke. It's easier this way, but thank you."

You watched your mother's eye twitch and the smile she had forced threaten to crack. "You smoke?" You could tell that both of your parents were on the brink of snapping right then and there, but they had promised to actually get to know Keishin, and despite all the horrible things your parents did, breaking promises was not one of them.

"I do." Keishin grinned. "I know, I know, it's not good for me. Y/N tells me to quit all the time so I'm trying."

You let out a nervous chuckle as both your parents turned to face you. "Shall we head into the living room?" You started ushering everyone into the other room, hoping to change the subject as quickly as possible.

"Yes, let's have a seat." Your father nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Keishin, watching him like a hawk. "Can I get you anything to drink, Keishin?"

"Just a water is fine, thanks." Keishin had obviously decided not to push his luck too hard because you had been fully expecting him to ask for a beer.

With that, both your mother and father disappeared into the kitchen; your mother to finish dinner and your father to collect the drinks.

Taking the brief moment of reprieve to breathe, you looked up at Keishin. "I've never seen my parents struggle between their flawless hospitality and kicking someone out of their house so much in my life," you chuckled lightly.

"I'm a bit of a shock." Keishin placed his hand on your lower back and led you toward the couch. "I brought out all the stops in the beginning so they could have the whole night to get used to me."

"How kind of you." You sat down, slightly caught off guard when Keishin sat down right next to you and slung his arm over your shoulders. You were about to ask him what he was doing, but then you remembered that the two of you were supposed to be an actual couple and this is what couples did.

As soon as you felt his touch on you, however, your mind flashed back to that night in the park a few weeks ago. Since then, neither one of you had spoken about what had happened on that bench; a wordless agreement between the two of you that you would just move on and pretend it didn't happen.

But as much as you pretended to forget, you never actually could. The feeling of Keishin's hands on your sides and his warm breath on your lips kept you up at night. As much as you tried not to think of him like that, you just couldn't help yourself.

"You seem really nervous," Keishin leaned closer to you a whispered. "You okay?"

Snapping out of your thoughts, you nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just trying not to freak out is all."

"Hey." Keishin tilted your head toward him so he could look you in your eyes. "You're their daughter. No matter what happens, they will always love you. Remember that."

You flashed a smile. Somehow, Keishin knew exactly what to say to help you relax. "Yeah . . . thanks."

Just then, your father returned with two glasses of water in hand. Handing one each to you and Keishin, you didn't miss the way his gaze settled on the sight of Keishin's arm around you.

"Thank you." Keishin grabbed his glass right away and took a sip. You, on the other hand, let your glass sit on the coaster on the table. Despite how dry your mouth was, you didn't trust your shaky hands to pick up the glass.

"Dinner should be ready soon," your father said as he sat down in his armchair across from you and Keishin. "So, Keishin, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?"

"Well, currently, I spend most of my time coaching the boys' volleyball team at Karasuno high school," Keishin answered, his eyes lighting up a little when he spoke about the team he coached; you could tell he really enjoyed it. "And my family owns Sakanoshita Market and I work there sometimes."

"Sakanoshita Market," your father repeated. "That sounds familiar."

You rolled your eyes, not surprised in the slightest that your father had forgotten the name of the place you had been working at for the past few months. "That's where I work, Dad," you told him. "That's how Keishin and I met."

"I see." Your father eyed Keishin and you were surprised that Keishin didn't shrink under the cold, hard gaze like you usually did. "So do you go after all the young women who work at your family store or just my daughter?"

"Dad!" you gasped, unsure whether to tell him off or apologize to Keishin on behalf of your father.

"It's okay," Keishin told you calmly before answering your father's question. "Actually, the store hasn't seen a new employee in years. For the longest time, it was just my mother and me. We are both very grateful for all the hard work Y/N puts in to help us with the store. She is a wonderful employee."

You couldn't help the blush that tinted your cheeks at the compliment. "Thanks."

"No need to thank me. It's the truth," Keishin said before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "And good thing you took the job too, or else we would have never met."

Keishin then shot a sparkling grin your father's way, completely blinding him and distracting him from the shocked expression on your face. You knew you told Keishin to act like the two of you were really a couple, but you never expected him to play the part so thoroughly.

Your father opened his mouth to no doubt interrogate Keishin some more, but before he could, your mother began setting the table and announced that dinner was ready.

Moving over to the table, you took a seat across from Keishin while your parents sat at the ends of the table. As your mother brought the dishes of food over, you took the chance to drink some water and parch your dry throat.

The thought of having to keep this awkward conversation up gave you a headache, but thankfully, Keishin seemed to be handling everything quite well. Just as you had expected, he took everything with a grain of salt and refused to let your parents get under his skin.

You wished you were able to do that.

After the four of you bowed your heads and said thank you for the food, you dug in. At first, everyone was too busy eating to say anything. Somehow, the silence was worse than when your dad had been firing off questions rapid fire.

"This is delicious," Keishin was the first to speak. "Thank you again for inviting me for dinner."

"Yes, o-of course," your mother wavered a little but somehow managed to voice her fake pleasure nonetheless. "Y/N has never dated anyone before so we were curious as to what kind of . . . person . . . had caught her eye."

Keishin nodded, letting the not-so-subtle rude comment roll right off his back. "Well, here I am."

"Yes, here you are indeed," your father muttered under his breath. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though Keishin had heard it, but you certainly had. "So, you said you coach high school volleyball. Is this a long-term thing or?"

Keishin thought for a moment before shrugging. "I'm not sure, honestly. I do enjoy it but I've never given much thought as to if I want to do it long-term. I started coaching because of special circumstances and just haven't stopped yet."

"Well, plenty of people coach and teach," your mother said. "You seem to enjoy working with kids, so have you ever considered becoming a teacher?"

"That doesn't sound like the worst job, but that would require me to have a teaching degree, which I don't have," Keishin responded.

"What degree did you get in university?"

Keishin chuckled. "I didn't go to university."

Oh God. Your jaw dropped and you wished that a black hole could just open up underneath you and suck you in. Out of all the things your parents hated most, people who didn't go to university were at the top of the list. They always told you that 'people who didn't go to university had no interest in investing in their future.'

Hence why they always pushed so hard for you to go the university they wanted so you could study what they thought would be best for you.

You watched your mother's face go red as she reached for her glass of wine a take a particularly large sip. "Community college, then?" she squeaked out.

"Nope, afraid not," Keishin answered, completely unashamed and even proud. "I started working for the family store right after high school."

The looks on your parents' faces that they didn't even try to hide filled you with a deep sense of shame. You didn't know how they could be so blatantly rude to someone they barely knew . . . well, actually, you did know, and that was the worst part. As much as you wished you could deny it, you had thought the same things about Keishin when you had first met him.

Hanging your head in shame, you let the suffocating silence of the dining room take over.

Feeling something brush against your leg, you looked up to see Keishin smiling at you from across the table. 'It's okay' he mouthed to you. You thought back to the time Keishin had told you he was a big boy who could take a little verbal ribbing and exhaled through your nose sharply, your mood lifting ever-so-slightly.

Keishin brushed his foot against your leg a few more times to remind you that you weren't alone at this dinner before he attempted to restart the conversation. "So what do you two do for a living?" he asked, looking to your parents.

"We are both lawyers," your father said.

You nodded and sighed. "Hence why they want me to go to law school."

"Oh, honestly, Y/N, you say that like paying for you to go to law school is abuse." Your mother shook her head disapprovingly. "Do you know how many children would kill for the opportunities you have been given and yet you want to throw them away just like that? You should be grateful."

You were about to retort but stopped yourself before you did, knowing that it would only serve to start the same argument that you had lost over and over again. No matter what you said on the matter, your parents refused to try and see things from your perspective.

It never once occurred to them that you might actually not want to be a lawyer.

"Tell me, Keishin, if you had a child who you could pay for to go to law school and they told you they wanted to pursue their dream of playing soccer, what would you do?" Your father turned to Keishin, suddenly interested in what he had to say on the issue.

"Dad, let's not talk about that now," you spoke softly, hoping to get him to change the subject.

"No, no, let's hear what Keishin has to say." Your father insisted.

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Well, I think I would just want my child to be happy," he said, his eyes leaving your father to look at you. "I made the mistake of not following my dreams after high school and I regret it every day, so I would tell my child to follow their dreams and try my hardest to be there to support them."

You smiled wide, surprised by how emotional Keishin's words made you feel. For a moment, it was just you and him, and he was saying everything you had ever wanted to hear. All you ever wanted for was someone to be in your corner . . . someone to support you whether your choice was a mistake or not.

"Congratulations, Y/N, you've found a dreamer just like yourself," your father scoffed, breaking you out of your happy trance. "Too bad dreams don't pay the bills."

"Well, when your future is working at a family-run corner store, dreams are all you have," your mother cackled, not even trying to be quiet about it.

Your father laughed as well. "Too true, honey."

"Mom!" you shouted at her, your anger taking over before you even had the chance to think about your actions.

"It's okay," Keishin told you again, reaching across the table for your hand.

You shook your head and tugged your hand out of his reach. "No, it's not okay!" You rose to your feet, finally having had enough. "This dinner was a terrible idea. I cannot believe you!"

"If you've finally come to your senses, darling, we can send Keishin on his way and-" your mother reached for you as well but you shrugged her off.

"I'm not talking about Keishin! I'm talking about the two of you!" You slammed your hands down onto the table, shaking the dishes of food. "The whole night you have been making offhanded remarks and rude comments about Keishin while he has been nothing but the perfect guest. I'm sorry, Keishin, but I can't sit here and let you take their abuse anymore. I've dealt with it my whole life and I won't let them do the same thing to you. You don't deserve that."

"Y/N, you're being a bit dramatic, don't you think?" your father asked, sipping his wine as if nothing was happening, which only made you angrier.

"No, father, I don't think so," you snapped back. "I think that you and Mom are being horrible and I cannot believe that this is how you're acting when meeting someone for the first time. What makes you think that you have the right to treat someone so poorly just because they don't live the same life or have the same ideals as you? You think you know what is best for me but you don't even know me, so how could you?! I would rather work at the corner store for the rest of my life if it meant being genuinely happy over being a snobby, emotionless lawyer any day."

While you vented in front of your parents, Keishin just stared at you wide-eyed, completely floored by how quickly your demeanor had changed from shy and uncomfortable to enraged and animated in mere seconds. The last time he had seen you like this was when you were going off on him and he was grateful your rage wasn't directed at him this time.

Aside from relieved, Keishin felt proud; proud of you for standing your ground.

An embarrassed look flashed across your mother's face. "Y/N, please-"

"No, just don't," you lowered your voice and took a few deep breaths. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that I'm going to put up with your plans for me just so I can have a roof over my head. Mom, Dad, I'm not going to law school. I'm not letting you dictate my life anymore. I'm done."

Stepping away from the table, completely emotionally drained, you looked over your shoulder at Keishin. "Come on, let's go." You waved for him to follow.

Without a word, Keishin stood from the table and followed you to the front door where the two of you grabbed your jackets and got ready to leave.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back!" You heard your father call after you as you left the house, but his threat didn't phase you in the least. If anything, never having to return to that house sounded like bliss right then.

Wrapping your jacket tight around your body to fight the cool evening wind, you sighed. "I'm sorry about that," you told Keishin as he walked silently beside you. "I should never have dragged you into my mess. You don't deserve to be treated the way my parents treated you."

"You don't need to apologize." He wrapped his arm around you once more and held you close, both to comfort you and to keep you warm. "I'm just worried about you. Are you okay?"

You felt tears begin to well in your eyes and frantically wiped them away. "I . . . I don't know," you answered truthfully. "I suppose I should just worry about one thing at a time, and since I've apparently got nowhere to spend the night now . . ."

"You'll spend the night at my place," Keishin stated plainly, not even bothering to ask if you wanted to or not. It was more like an order, but right then, you had nothing against him making decisions for you. As long as the choices weren't made by your parents, you didn't care who they came from.

"Okay," you exhaled. "Thank you."

As the two of you walked through the quiet night in the direction of the store, Keishin pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. Without thinking, you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him, the warmth he radiated bringing you some semblance of peace.

"I'm sorry tonight went so shit," Keishin spoke as he exhaled, smoke spilling from his lips.

"It's not your fault," you told him. "In fact . . . I don't think tonight could have gone any better. In the end, this is how it was always going to turn out. It's better I realize that sooner rather than later."

Keishin stopped and looked down at you. "That's not-"

"It's okay," you said those two magic words this time. "You remember when you told me that no matter what happened they would always love me because I'm their daughter?"

Keishin nodded.

"I wish you could have been right."

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

To Raise Children: Chapter 18

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

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Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: Flynn gets to go home, and Anne tells you something important?

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

Is was Tuesday morning, Flynn was being discharged. He does have to keep his arm in a sling for two weeks unless it is resting on a pillow or something.. You learned how to help him with the cast and everything while he excitedly showed it to anyone who would look. Which was, Lisa, Anne, doctors, nurses, and some old woman who was there visiting someone. Flynn was excited to get back to school tomorrow and show all of his friends his cast. Felix was already at school, you asked Chris to take him because you didn't want to leave Flynn alone. But ultimately, you had to yesterday cause you couldn't find someone to cover both of your shifts. You were able to talk to your teacher at college and he was understanding, so you were able to skip classes the past two days. So Chris spent most of the day with Flynn after you left for work. Your Nana visited yesterday too when she picked up Felix from school so that Flynn wouldn't be left alone there.

"Okay Flynn ready to go home?" You ask as you pack his stuff up into his backpack.

"Yeah!! Can we call Gran when we get home?" He asks following you out of the room carrying his stuffed Dinosaur.

"Yeah of course! Come on Sweetie lets head home." It doesn't take long until you're home. He immediately went to his room to play. Seemingly forgetting his request to call his great-grandma. You go to his room and peak in.

"Hey buddy I'm gonna take a shower okay? Come get me if you need anything."

"Okay mommy!" He grins. "Mommy can I sleep in your bed tonight since I can't climb into mine?" He looks at you happily.

"Of course Sweets." You smile. You go take your shower before checking on Flynn. "Hey bub you should be resting now so how about we go watch a movie? You're pick!'

"Can we call Gran first?" He asks standing up.

"Of course! How about you go get comfy on the couch while I get us snacks and then we can call her?"

"Okay!" He hurries out of his room and to the couch while you shout careful. You yawn, it's been a long weekend. You bring a few snacks and a drink for both of you before sitting by Flynn on the couch and face timing Anne. She answers the phone and smiles.

"Hello the kiddos." She smiles. "You guys home again?"

"Yep! And mommy said I can sleep in her bed tonight cause I can't climb onto mine!" Flynn says excitedly.

"That's exciting! Are you excited to go back to school tomorrow?"

"Yeah! I'm gonna get all my friends! And Ms. Lakes to sign my cast see there's so much room! Only Nana, and Poppy, and Mommy, and Felix and Dr. Rich have signed it!" He rambles on as you smile in the background.

"I wish I could sign it."

"You should come to boston! Then you will be able to sign it!"

"Sorry darling I don't think I'd be able to visit before you get the cast off but maybe in a few months."

"Okay."

They talked for around an hour about random things while you sat by your son and smiled. You were happy that there was one more person who loves your sons as much as you. You knew your whole family, and a few of Chris' friends loved them unconditionally. But to have someone from Jake's side of the family that loves them unconditionally unlike Jake, means the world to you. Especially since you've cut your own mom out of yours and their lives. Not that she had a big part of it anyway.

Soon Anne asked to talk to you alone so you told Flynn to pick a movie while you went to the kitchen. You lean on the counter.

"What's up Gran?" You ask smiling at her.

"Well, a couple years back Jake got another girl pregnant." She begins. You heard about that CJ had told you. According to him she had a little girl. "Well she put the baby up for adoption but I was able to get the number of the couple who adopted her! And I had mentioned the boys. They want to keep as many family ties as they can! They asked me to give you their numbers! I think they said they were visiting friends for Thanksgiving so I haven't actually seen them in a little while."

"How old is she?" You asked looking at the counter.

"Her third birthday is in a week! She's is adorable too." You chuckled.

"Yeah what's their number?" You grab a note pad and pen from the junk draw. She gives you their number.

"You don't have to call them but maybe it'll be nice for all three of the kids. Just think about it dear well I gotta go eat lunch now bye sweetheart." You said your goodbyes and looked at the piece of paper.

"Mommy! Can we watch Buzz?" Flynn asks, you now notice him at the door way.

"Of course! Come on baby let's watch Buzz." He was talking about Lightyear. They were obsessed with all of the toy story movies, but especially Light year.

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T’challa’s Secret Twins (Chapter 7)

A story inspired by “T’challa’s Outside Daughter written by the brilliant author Marvel Heaux

Description: Wally and Jalena are the firstborn twins of T’challa. The twins moved to LA with their mother without any contact from their father. After losing their mom at the age of 10 the twins were taking care of by their family from their mom's side. Now the twins are grown and have become successful. After 15 years and exposure T’challa then decides he wants to be back in their lives. But will the twins let him?

30 minutes until dinner...

Jalena was in her room she thought about how she missed Terrence and the kids. Being back in Wakanda reminded her of a lot of pain and about her mom.

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“I can't do this anymore T’challa. I'm taking our children and leaving.” Jasmina cried while grabbing the twin's clothes and packing them in suitcases.

“Fine. Go! This marriage wasn't working out anyway.” he yelled.

Jasmina quickly turned to T’challa soon after he said that to her. She gave him a sad look before continuing to pack her and the kid's bags.

T’challa just stood there watching his wife back her and their children things. A part of him wanted to stop her from leaving and taking their kids with her but he didn't instead he thought to himself that he could finally have a fresh new relationship and a fresh new life without them.

Jalena shook herself out of her flashback.

She grabbed her phone and facetimed Terrance and the kids.

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“Hey, babe. Where are you? asked Terrance.

“You’ll never believe what my brother did to me.

Terrance gave his wife a confused look.

“He tricked me into thinking we were going somewhere and then he casted a sleeping spell on me then I woke up in Wakanda.

“Wow, I can't believe this. Terrence said trying to wrap his mind around this. He knows her past on Wakanda and how she feels about her father.

“Are you going to stay? Should I come get you?

“Honestly.. I don't know how I feel.” she sighed.

“I mean I haven't been here since I was 4 years old.

“Being back here brings up to many memories that I don't want to think about.

“I don't want to think about how my mom must have felt watching her so-called “friend” sleep with my father.

“Know she's the queen of Wakanda and has two children to replace me and my brother.” she fake chuckled.

“Look, babe, your mom was amazing. What happened between her and your dad isn't your fault.

“You never needed him to make you the person that you are right now which is an amazing mother and wife which I love so much.

Jalena smiled.

“Aww, there's that beautiful smile I know and love.

“Is that mom? Asked Isaiah.

The kids went running to the phone pushing their father down. Terrance looked at them both like they were mad.

“MOM!! They both yelled.

“Mommie where are you? Said Aziyah.

“Mommies in her home country. Said Jelena.

“Why? Aziyah said confused.

“Actually me and Uncle Wally are both here. We're here for some... business that we both have.” she nervously told her children.

“When are you coming home, mom. Asked Isaiah.

“Soon baby. We'll be home real soon.

The conversation was cut short soon as she heard a knock on the door.

“I got to. I love you all.” she waved goodbye to the kids and her husband.

“Bye Mommie.” they both waved.

Jalena hung up the face time and walked to the door.

“Who is it?

“You're little brother who's sorry for forcing you to come here with me,” Wally said to his sister through the door.

“Please open the door so we can talk,” he begged.

Jalena placed her hand on the doorknob. she hesitated before coming to her senses and opening the door for her brother.

The door opened and revealed Wally with a was look on his face holding a little teddy bear that their mom got for them for their 5th birthday.

“So you think Mr. Brownie is going to make up for what you did to me,” she said giving her brother a harsh look.

“No, I figured it wouldn't work.

“But I really wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for what I did.

“Are you know.

“Because it sure as hell didn't seem like it when you were being so damn nice to the people who abandoned us.” she harshly said to him.

“What do you by “the people” there are family.

“FAMILY!! she quickly calmed herself down before anyone outside the room heard her.

“They are not our family Wally they abandoned us just like he did.

“They didn't abandon us.” said Wally.

“You're the one that shut them out all except baba.

“Because BaBa was the one that actually cared for us.

Jalena and T’chaka were always close closer than he was with Wally. Once Jalena got to a point in her life when she realized her father didn't care for her and her brother she tried to cut everyone on her father's side of the family out of her life. T’chaka was the only one that wouldn't stand for it. He always showed up for the twins. When Wally had his first baseball game or when Jalena had her first talent show performance. He always helped Jasmina with the twins even after she died.

“You know you were the only one that baba truly cared for. Wally turned away from his sister.

“That's not true Walls. You were always with grandma or your friends.

“You were never really around us like that and you know it.

“So don't try to turn this around on me or Baba.

“Fine.” said Wally

“I just came to see if you were coming to dinner.

“Ugh. Jalena growled.

“It's clear that you guys won't leave me the hell alone about this damn dinner so.. I guess I'll go.

Wally smiled.

“I don't know why your smiling because after this damn dinner I'm leaving tomorrow.

Wally’s smile quickly went away after she told him she's leaving.

“Now bye I need to figure out what I'm going to wear.” she shoved him out of her room and went into her bags to pick out her outfit.

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5 minutes until Dinner

Everyone quickly made their way to the dining room and sat in their resigned seats.

“Everyone looks amazing.” said Nora.

“Thank you, mama,” Amara said whilst grabbing her drink of water.

T’challa asked his mother where the twins were since everyone was already seated.

“Mama.

“Yes, son?

“Where are my children?

“I don't know they should've been here by now,” she said while looking around the room for them.

“Maybe they got lost this is there first time in the palace.” Amara sarcastically said.

“Actually they've been in the palace way before you and your brother were born,” Shuri told Amara looking at her hard before taking her eyes off hers.

Amara rolled her eyes and grabbed her water again.

“I think we should send one of the Dora Milijaes so get them.” T’challa was about to send for one until the door opened and both the twins walked out.

They both looked amazing. Jalena wearing a beautiful red silk dress with diamond earrings and Wally wearing a nice gray suit.

They both walked over to their seats. Wally noticed that everyone was sitting in assigned seats. Nora and T’challa across the entire table and Ramonda and Shuri sat beside each other while Amara and Imari were sitting beside each other. The only seats available were one beside T’challa and one beside Nora.

Jalena didn't want to sit beside any one of them especially not the fake bitch who was one of her mom's friends that slept and had a family with her father. But she sure ass hell didn't want to sit beside the man who abandoned her and caused her a lot of pain in her life. So she decided it would be safer to sit beside Nora than T’challa so the room wouldn't “burn down”.

Jalena sat down uncomfortably right next to Nora.

Nora felt like she was going to throw up she could feel the tension in the room as soon as the twins came.

She tried to politely smile at Jalena until Jalena saw and just looked at her like she was dumb.

Nora quickly turned away and proceed to drink some wine from her glass.

Imari thought he'd break some of the tension by introducing himself.

“It's umm, nice to meet you both.” he nervously said.

“I'm Imari your.. um... Brother.” he slightly choked inside.

“It’s nice to meet you too I- can't believe I have a little brother. All I have are older brothers and an older sister.” wally looked at Jalena.

“Its really nice to not be the only young sibling now I can finally be the oldest.

Amara continued to roll her eyes and sip her water.

“Well, I'm looking forward to all the time we missed,” Imari reassured his brother.

“You too sis”. Imari looked to Jalena.

Jalena did not like being called “sis” by her younger brother since she doesn't like him and his sister. Instead, she decided to keep her thoughts to herself and not say anything to him.

Nora decided to start the conversation off by asking the twins how they've liked being back in Wakanda.

“So are you guys happy about being back in Wakanda?

“Yeah it's nice it brings back memories,” Wally chuckled.

“How about you Jalena? She asked.

“Hmm, let's see I don't want to be here at all.”she sarcastically said to Nora.

“Why couldn't I have just eaten In my room?

“Hun we all sit at the table and discuss our day...as a family.” Nora nervously said to Jalena.

Jalena choked on her food when she heard Nora say “family” that actually made her gag. Everyone turned their attention to her to see if she was ok.

“Are you ok? Imari asked.

“Oh, I'm fine... just fine.

She sarcastically said to her bother with a smirk on her face.

So “sis” tell us about your family? Amara said to Jalena with an annoyed look on her.

Jalena gave her a stern look before answering her question.

Well in “my” family we tend to always get our way after all we are Lodge Michaelson’s.

Jalena looked directly at her father. Everyone at the table was feeling very awkward and uncomfortable.

“Yeah, but we don't always get what we want Wally looked to T’challa.

T’challa looked back at his son with an uncomfortable look that made him feel nauseous.

“Again I'm sorry kids I really want to make it up to you both if you'll let me-

Before T’challa could finish his sentence Jalena then suddenly started to giggle. Everyone at the table gave her a confused look as to why she's laughing. Ramonda turned to her to ask her why she's laughing.

“What's so funny uswiti?

“You know, what's funny?” It's how you can do more for your other kids than you did for me and Wally.” Now we're just all sitting here dining like one big happy family.

Everyone felt uncomfortable due to Jalena’s outburst about the dinner and not being a family.

Wally tried to calm his sister down but failed to.

“Sis, maybe you should-

“NO!!!

Jalena quickly shouted at her brother cutting him off. She got up from her seat to call out this ridiculous disaster of a “family” dinner.

“I’M NOT JUST GOING TO SIT HERE LIKE THE REST OF YOU ALL AND PLAY PRETEND LIKE WE'RE ALL ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY!!!

You're CLEARLY uncomfortable around us you don't even know WHAT THE FUCK your gonna say to us.

Ramonda then got up from her seat shouted at her granddaughter about her language

“I’VE HEARD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF THE CUSSING YOUNG LADY!!!

“Now SIT DOWN so we can all finish eating Ramonda said with a serious tone and look.

“I'm sorry Grandma but I won't play pretend like you all. If you'll excuse me, I liked to be alone.

“You're excused, T’challa said with a sad tone to her.

As soon as she got up from her seat the chefs brought in dinner.

“Your highness.” the head chef said.

“You're not going to stay for dinner?

“All due respect I'm not your highness and no.. I'm not staying for dinner.

She walked out of the dining room slamming the door.

“I'm sorry about how she acted she's just- Wally tried to apologize before Ramonda interrupted him

“It's ok son it's understandable.” she said to him.

“Let's eat.” said T’challa clearing his throat.

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After dinner was over

Jalena went back to her room she was so angry. She tried to calm herself down. She thought about a song that her mom would sing to her when she was a kid and when she got upset or sad.

She sung it to herself.

Come to me

In the night hours

I will wait for you

And I can't sleep

Cause thoughts devour

Thoughts of you consume

I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I'd know that I’d die without you

Stay with me

A little- She was interrupted by a knock on the door

“I swear Wally I'm not in the mood for this shit.

She opened the door Amara was standing there.

“What the hell do you want.” she angrily told her.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing after the whole dinner fiasco.” she said to Jalena with a fake tone in her voice.

“I'm fine.

“Is that all? Jalena asked.

“Actually... No.

Figures Jalena thought to herself.

“I really came down here to tell you that you and your fake ass of a brother don't belong here.

Jalena paused right in her tracks when she said something about Wally nobody talks about her brother like that.

“He's my dad and this is my family and I'm not going to let you or your brother get in the way of it.

“Little did Amara know that Jalena was about to GO OFF!!!

Listen here you Lil bitch. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK about you!!

Amara froze right in her tracks when Jalena cursed her out. She liked being daddy's little girl but Jalena doesn't even think of T’challa as her dad.

“Your not my sister and you will never be!!

“You want him all to yourself FINE then!!.. I don't want him. I never did. He's all yours.

“You two punk ass bitches can have each other,” Jalena said to her laughing.

“Now GET THE HELL OUT BEFORE I BURN THAT UGLY ASS DRESS OF YOU!! She threatened her.

Amara quickly saw fire come out of her hands and hair. She quickly got the fuck up out of her room.

Jalena slammed the door in her face and calmed herself down again.

Amara was pissed. she doesn't want her father giving all of his attention to the twins.

“Ugh, why did he have to have other kids. Why couldn't it have just been me and Imari,” she thought to herself walking around the palace.

“I guess I'm going to have to make dad see for himself that I'm his one and only daughter.” she smiled while walking into her room.

End Of Chapter 7

Xhosa languages

uswiti - Sweetie

Song lyrics by Rullle- War Of Hearts

[angellesword]

SAVE ME | KTH (12)

Summary: You were determined to kill yourself, but what would happen when instead of ending your life, you ended up summoning the devil of death?

Alternatively:

The Devil: I’m here to ruin you, I’m here to save you.

Genre: Demon au, e2l, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Devil!Taehyung x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: stabbing, blood, evil Taehyung is back, mention of pedophilia.

SERIES: CHAPTER 11 | CHAPTER 13

*****THIS IS UNEDITED. SORRY.

When Taehyung kissed you, he felt hot, drunk, and happy.

These feelings were the opposite of what you felt.

"Ugh," you pulled away from the kiss when you couldn't bear the taste of his mouth anymore.

You could literally feel the remnant of his blood on your own lips. It had a metallic taste and it was disgusting.

"Is something wrong?" Taehyung enquired, brows furrowed because of confusion.

He still felt like he was floating in the air. He had never felt something this strong before.

"N-Nothing," you answered, losing the courage to tell him that you hated the taste of blood.

You didn't want to offend him, didn't want him to think that you did not enjoy the kiss.

You did.

And that's what scared you the most.

Where did the two of you stand after this? What did this mean exactly? Did he kiss you because he liked you? Or did he do it just to give into one of his capital vices?

"Are you sure?" Taehyung blurted out, his voice was soft that it made your heart skip a beat.

Why did he have that look on his face? Why was he staring at you as if he wanted to crash his lips against yours again?

"Yeah," your eyes were roaming around, obviously avoiding his hot gaze. "It's getting late. We should head home,"

It was rude to walk away without waiting for his response. You knew this well. But what were you supposed to do when all that was clouding your mind was perplexity?

The ignorant part of you wanted to think that Taehyung was attracted to you, but the rational part of you was saying that only a fool would think that the devil was capable of liking someone.

Devil.

He was the devil and you shouldn't be fooled.

"Wait—" Taehyung ran after you, his hand immediately found its way to your wrist.

Taehyung swore he could feel the loud beat of your pulse.

"D-Did you not like it?" He whispered, voice so small you were certain he was either afraid or hurt.

"Didn't like what?" You were pretending as though you had no idea what he was talking about.

Taehyung's heart dropped. Judging your answer, he already knew what you felt.

"I was talking about the kiss," it was like he didn't get the hint that you didn't want to talk about it.

"It's fine if you hate it." The laugh he let out was breathy.

You tried to look at his face. He was already staring at you, his golden eyes screamed something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Just..." His grip on your wrist loosened, like he was ready to let you go, which was a clear juxtaposition of what he said after losing contact with your skin.

"Don't avoid me because of it." His smile was sad. "I don't want things to be awkward between us because of a mere peck on the lips."

And there was your answer.

"Right," you smirked before walking away, totally ignoring his groans as he told you to wait for him.

You were walking too fast, like you were doing exactly what he asked you not to do: avoid him.

Yes. You were planning on ignoring Taehyung. Actually, you were doing it now. You also did it yesterday and the day before that.

You were keeping track. Fourteen.

You had been avoiding the devil of death for straight two weeks now.

[4:23pm] you: I'm gonna be home late. Don't wait for me. Don't pick me up. I brought my car.

Even your text message felt like a dismissal. Taehyung frowned upon reading it. You were talking to him in a formal way. No smiley face or whatever.

He scoffed and tossed his phone onto the couch.

He didn't know if he had done something wrong for you to act like this. It was apparent that you didn't want to see him. You always brought him with you to the hospital, but ever since the kiss happened, you made sure to leave home at six in the morning and only be back at eleven in the evening.

There were also nights when you chose to sleep at the on-call room of Cornelia Hospital.

The devil didn't dare to bother you even though he missed you. This was because he was following the advice of PD-nim, his virtual assistant.

"Hey, PD-nim," Taehyung called after retrieving his phone. He needed advice again since it was obvious that giving you space wouldn't do the trick.

He just felt like you were growing more distant to him as day passed.

"What to do when someone is avoiding you?"

PD-nim responded in a heartbeat.

"You should give them space, Master V."

Taehyung clenched his jaw. PD-nim was full of shit. He knew how to address the devil with the nickname he set for himself, but the virtual assistant couldn't give proper solution to his master's problem.

"But it's not working!"

PD-nim took a few second to respond after that.

"Well," the assistant seemed hesitant. "Have you tried giving them flowers? Speaking of which, did you know that 64% percent of men buy flowers, while only 36% percent of women buy flowers for Valentine's Day—"

"PD-nim," Taehyung said through gritted teeth, making the assistant stop. "Can you shut the fuck up?"

"Okay," PD-nim's answer was instant again.

Taehyung sighed, as he gently stroked his chin.

"So flowers, huh?" He mumbled to himself.

Maybe he could try to give you red roses? Or tulips? Would you like daisies?

"PD-nim," Taehyung was decided. He would buy you some floras. "Where is the nearest flower shop from my apartment?"

There was no answer.

Taehyung facepalmed. He forgot how sensitive PD-nim was.

"Fine. You can speak again."

"Magic Flower Shop is four hundred meters away from your apartment,"

The devil switched off his phone and then he went his way to the shop PD-nim had suggested.

It wasn't so bad. The place was decorated mostly with pastel pink ornaments.

Taehyung roamed around the place. There were so many flowers that he didn't know what to pick. He was pondering whether to buy ready-made bouquet or to customize one. He had a lot of time to kill after all.

He didn't like staying in your apartment because loneliness was only consuming him.

"Sunflowers or lilies?" Taehyung licked his bottom lip, skimming his choices.

In the end, Taehyung decided to just ask the flower shop owner to help him. Unfortunately, the owner said she was busy with some pre-orders so she couldn't help Taehyung.

On the bright side, the owner told him that her daughter was willing to help. The latter was a florist. She knew what the devil needed, but she didn't look please to render service.

"What are you staring at!?" The mentioned florist hissed.

"You don't seem very friendly," Taehyung observed, pouting his lips and turning to look at the array of flowers in front of him instead.

The florist sneered in response.

Taehyung hummed, "are you perhaps having relationship problems?" He was talking like PD-nim. This was what his assistant said when Taehyung was acting as if he hated the world.

PD-nim was right. Taehyung was problematic that time. He didn't know what to do with you.

"What is it to you?" The florist snorted once again, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes.

"You're right. It's none of my business so I don't understand why you're diverting your anger towards me," he was losing his patience. "I am your customer. You should be treating me like one."

He had enough bullshit to deal with. He didn't deserve to deal with a rude mortal like this one.

"You're right. I'm sorry," the florist mumbled, embarrassed. She also lowered her voice a little so that her mother couldn't hear her. "I'm just pissed coz my mom won't allow me to leave this shit hole."

Taehyung was surprised when the florist opened up. Huh. People were really something else. They would only treat you right if you showed them that you should be treated right.

Kindness was not an unspoken rule. This was probably the reason why people instantly fell in love with someone who showed them basic act of kindness.

They couldn't distinguish the different between romantic interest from respect and kindness.

"Wow," Taehyung shook his head in disbelief, the corner of his mouth turning up. "This is a shit hole for you? I see that you have high standards."

This flower shop already looked cool.

"First of all, my standards are not high. You are just judgmental," the florist crossed her arms. "You look like an ahjussi so I think by now you should know that just because your so-called standard doesn't live up with the standard of other people, you already have the right to assume what is and what is not."

The florist paused for a while just to swallow thickly.

"This place is a shit hole because I am always stuck here! I don't even have time to see my boyfriend!"

"You have a boyfriend?" Taehyung parted his mouth in shock.

The florist gasped. She had said so many things, yet all that mattered to Taehyung was the boyfriend thing?

Unbelievable.

"What's the problem? You think I'm not pretty enough to have a boyfriend!?"

"First of all, you're assuming facts." Taehyung mimicked the voice of the florist. "Since you look like a kid, I assume that my reaction is understandable."

"I'm not a kid!" The florist gaped at Taehyung. "I'm fifteen years old!"

The devil chuckled upon hearing that.

"So I'm right after all. You are a kid. I understand now why your mother won't allow you to meet your so-called boyfriend," he was still mimicking how the florist acted a few breaths ago.

"How old is he, anyway? That punk better be fifteen too."

"And what if he's older?" The florist challenged.

Taehyung's eyes darkened.

"Then I'll beat him up and report him to the police. Pedophile shit."

The florist looked like the cat got her tongue, causing to Taehyung wiggle his brows in contempt.

"You should breakup with him, kid. I'm serious. I won't have any choice but to tell your mom about this if you—"

"Don't please!" The florist cut him off. She looked startled, tears filling her eyes. "I know he's older than me but he loves me! He said he loves me! We are running away tonight! Please!"

Taehyung was beyond shocked to hear this revelation. This kid knew nothing. She should be stopped.

The devil didn't care if she hated him. She left him with no choice.

Taehyung rushed towards the exit. He spotted the shop owner outside of this store. It looked like she was talking to someone over the phone.

"No!" The florist's lips trembled. She pulled Taehyung's arm, forcing him to look at her.

"Don't tell her!" The girl cried.

Taehyung was about to say something, he was also about to pull his arm away from the child; however, he was too weak to do that.

Suddenly, he was coughing blood.

"Ahjussi!" The florist tried to comfort Taehyung, but the latter shook his head.

No one could help him. This was not happening because he was sick or whatever.

Taehyung knew this was the effect of trying to do good things.

He was the devil. He was supposed to tempt human beings to give into the darkness.

Either that or he would continue to suffer.

Taehyung chose the former option.

He couldn't suffer anymore. He was not stupid. He was aware that he would die if he still played the role of a hero.

He couldn’t do good things anymore. He couldn't be someone who he was not.

"H-Hey, kid?" Taehyung puked. His head was spinning and he felt like his body was burning.

He could even feel his horns threatening to show.

"Y-You....wanna get...o-out of this..." Taehyung panted. "Shit hole, right?"

"Yah, ahjussi!" The girl cried. "How could you think about that right now? You're hurt."

She was sobbing. She appeared feisty but she was just a soft person.

It was a shame that he had to corrupt her mind.

"You won't get away..." Taehyung inhaled deeply.

His head wasn't spinning anymore. It still hurt but it was tolerable now. This was because he was starting to tempt the florist.

Angry people, scared people...These were the type of people who were easy to corrupt.

"Unless we get rid of your mom first,"

"W-What are you saying?" Fear crossed her face; she took a step away from Taehyung.

The devil only smirked.

"Your mother doesn't love you. She doesn't want you to be happy. She's taking you away from the only person who really loves you..."

The florist was shaking her head as the devil fed her with lies.

"I-I can't...that's not—" She trailed off. She wanted to say that Taehyung was lying, yet she couldn't.

Her young love was poisoning her mind.

She didn't know what was true and what was made up.

"Come on, sweetheart." Taehyung took a step closer to her, reaching for the knife the florist used to cut the stem of the flowers.

"You just have to stab her on the stomach. She's going to get hurt but she's not gonna die." He was handing her the weapon. "Just one stab. It will buy you time. You can run away while I take her to the hospital."

Taehyung stopped talking when the girl pursed her lips.

Silence engulfed them.

Seconds later, the girl took the knife.

"I'll do it." She said.

Taehyung's grin grew wider.

"That's a good girl."

The florist was decided. She gripped the handle of the knife tighter as she ran towards her mom.

She was close.

But someone stopped her—you stopped her.

"Yeji-ah?" The shop owner called the name of her daughter, her brows were knitted together when she saw how you snatched the knife away from Yeji.

"What's happening?" And of course the mother was confused.

Taehyung fucked up, that's what.

The devil knew this too. He knew he fucked up just by looking at you through the big window of the store.

You saw.

You saw what happened. You knew that Taehyung tempted this poor little girl.

He couldn't be wrong. The glare you were giving Taehyung could attest to that.

Again, you saw.

After almost a year of living with him, you finally saw.

No. You didn't see Kim Taehyung. What you saw was the....

devil.

[hot-wiings]

Homophobia, Transphobic, Deadnaming, Misgendering.

The One Where Shouta’s Boyfriend Keeps Getting Deadnamed and Misgendered.

Requested By: Wattpad User

Edited: 1-4-2021

The mall was full to the brim. Several people bustled about, walking by without a care in the world. Bumping into each other they went by, some not caring, some muttering out little apologies. You tried to keep a tight hold of your boyfriend's hand as to not get separated and lost amongst a sea of people. It was always extremely busy right after new years. Everyone rushed to the stores to return bad gifts that they didn't like or didn't fit, and overall, everything went on sale. Despite the rush, it was always worth the trip.

"You got the list?"

"Yup. First, we should hit 'Dicks Sporting Goods'. We can probably get a really good deal on a new sleeping bag for you, it's kinda old."

"Hey, don't respect her like that."

Shouta scowled down at you as he tore the list of things you needed to search for out of your hands to look at it himself. He wasn't all too sure what you needed to get, and he wanted to prioritize his time by hitting all the stores in a correct time manner. Underwear, Christmas candy from 'Sugar Daddy's Candies' to save for Valentine's day, new binder.

"Give that back, I made the list, only I get to look at it."

You quickly plucked the list out of Shouta's hands and stuffed it in your pocket, crinkling and tearing it a little in the process. Your shoulders slumped and you stared at your feet as you tried to calm yourself down. This wasn't something new, Shouta knew what you were. Shouta knew you weren't born a male but rather a female. He knew you didn't have male genital parts and he knew you used a binder to help rid yourself of your breasts. Despite him knowing it, having him look at your shopping list, one that listed a binder, made you feel self-conscious you still weren't use to sharing this side of yourself with someone.

Your whole life you were repressed from that part of yourself. Your parents, your siblings, your entire family didn't give you that kind of respect. They never respected your pronouns or your new name. They never respected or accepted you. You never came to know that kind of respect and acceptance in your life until you became a hero and began working for UA. Shouta stopped his walking, making an abrupt stop causing you to look up at him in confusion.

"You know I don't care about your binders right? They're something you need, a necessity. It's not something you need to be ashamed of or hide. It's part of you, if you need a new one then that's the first store we'll stop at."

Shouta wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him so you were leaning into him as you walked across the mall, closer to the store that sold good quality binders. They were a bit pricey, but with the post-holiday sale, everything should've been cheaper. A smile slid across your lips as you leaned into Shouta. You didn't know why you got so worked up and insecure over your identity. He wasn't going to judge you. he wasn't going to shame you or stop loving you.

"You're a really good boyfriend, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I like it better when I hear it coming from my boyfriend."

Right as you were about to bring up Shouta's sleeping bag again, and the possibility of buying a new one for him, someone knocks into you practically sending you to the ground. Shouta was quick to jump into action and grab the back of your shirt to pull on and help you get back onto your feet before you fell on the ground. The person who knocked into you adjusted themselves and gathered their bags before mumbling out an apology.

"I am so sorry ma'am- [Birth Name]? [Birth Name] Is that you? I haven't seen you in forever!"

The mall was busy, but not busy enough. The mall was huge, but not huge enough. You wanted the world to swallow you up. Out of all the malls in Japan, all of the busy malls on one of the busiest days of the year, why did your mother have to come to this one? There was a reason the woman in front of you hadn't seen you in forever. There was a reason you never came around for dinner or holidays, there was a reason you never introduced your family to your boyfriend.

"Hi, mom, it's been a while."

"You should come home for dinner sometime, I and your father really miss our baby girl."

Your mother pulled you into a hug. It was unwelcomed and poorly returned. You didn't want to hug her, but you didn't want to make a scene in public, and certainly not in front of your boyfriend. At an early age, you learned it was easier to just give in to your mother and play nice until you could get away from her. Shouta could notice your tightened and stiff body. He could see the tight smile on your face as you pulled away from her. He could tell how you wanted to get away from her, he wanted to pull you away from this woman, but he didn't want to offend you. You're a pro hero, you can fight your own battles.

"I will, it's just been really busy right now."

You won't. You wouldn't ever come home willingly. It's such a lie, but it'll get her off of your back. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can ignore her. The sooner you can go back to not having a mother. Shouta watched as your mother moved your hair and smiled at you. You kept smiling back with that tight and pained smile. It was the kind of smile you used when a villain was beating you. The kind of smile you had when you were on the battlefield, struck with such pain but not wanting the press to see you weak. Shouta knew what you were doing. Pretend it's okay, pretend it's okay, and she'll leave. Pretend to be okay and pretend to be who you aren't.

"I'm sorry but you must have us mistaken for someone else. This is [Y/N], and he is a man."

His words come out so bluntly and you wince. You just wanted her to go. If you didn't engage in correcting her, she'd leave sooner. You didn't want Shouta to correct her, yet something inside your chest swelled and churned as he corrected her.

"I'm glad my daughter has made such darling friends at her new job, but you should know [Birth Name] isn't a boy, not really."

"Really, and what constitutes a boy? [Y/N] has a male name, and he dresses like a boy. Most importantly, he chooses to identify as a boy."

"Well-"

Shouta links your hands together and your fingers laced into each other. He rubbed his thumb into you in a circular comforting motion and your stiffened body began to loosen up more. You were so afraid of your mother, so afraid of her from years of living with her. It was okay, you didn't have to be afraid. You weren't a little frightened, defenseless, and scared girl anymore, you were a man, and a strong pro-hero.

"For the record, he's not my darling little friend, he's my darling gay boyfriend, and right now we're on our way to get me a new binder. Goodbye, mother."

You don't wait for her reply, you don't wait to see her reaction. You turn around and tug Shouta with you. You pull your boyfriend along with you to 'Trans-Trendy Outfitters' with a small smile on your face. You weren't little anymore, you weren't weak and small, you were a hero. This wasn't something you had to be ashamed of, this was something that made you, you.

"Thanks, Shouta, I- I don't think I would have stood up for myself if it wasn't for you."

"[Y/N], I love you and who you are. It's not right for her to dead name you like that, and you shouldn't be misgendered like that either. Don't give me credit though, you just needed a little push."

Shouta accepted you. He accepted and respected you. Your mother didn't matter, your family didn't matter. He was there and he accepted you when your family didn't. That was enough for you.

[a-simp-20]

◆Babysitter's◆

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Characters: Nijiro Murakami,Dori Sakurada,Kento Yamazaki,Jun Murakami,Ua (briefly,she will only be mentioned in the back story)

Summary: Dori and Kento were told by Jun Murakami to take car of his son,Nijiro Murakami

Warning!: mentions of divorce and fighting

Genre: Angst,Comfort,Fluff

Word count: 3.5K

Tag's: @maliceinborderland hope you like it!!

Information: italics + bold means flahsback

Disclaimer: this is just a fan fic so don't take it too seriously

This is the second Fic for the AIB cast,so feel free to Request or comment on who should I write a Fic about next please :D.

It is a normal day in Tokyo. Sun shining through Nijiro's window,right now he's staying at his Dad's house just to help take care of his dad even though his dad could take care of himself. It has been years since he saw his mom and he barely interacts with his other siblings that were not from his family side and basically was from his step dad's side. He had 4 other siblings that were younger then him,but he could only see them if his mom would come visit him with her other husband which Nijiro hated. He never hated his new siblings that much though,they knew that he was struggling and that it was their mother's fault that he became so unsociable when he was just a teenager. Ever since that day when his parents divorced it broke him,he had chosen to go with his dad because his dad,Jun Murakami did nothing to his mother Ua,he didn't hurt her,he didn't do anything to start the fight. Every thing was perfect until that day had come into his life.

Nijiro only sat there on the stairs,the palm of his hand's covering his ears tightly,tear's fell down from his face as he cried silently listening to his parents fight down stairs was all he could do. Nijiro had woken up from his sleep when he heard the door of the house opening and closing,his Dad told Nijiro that his mother was still at work and will be home late today,Nijiro understood and just went up stairs to go to bed. And when he woke up from his sleep cheerfully and excited to see his mother,he only heard shout of anger and sadness. Which brought into the present where he just sits there shakily,fear,sadness and anger building up in his 8 year old mind of his "What about our son!?,what if his future will be a whole damn dampness all because of you" Jun shouted,his hand in his hair as he Paced around the room angrily "Why are YOU bringing YOUR son into this s**t!?,Besides he doesn't mean anything to me!" Ua responded back,Nijiro heard that clearly and his heart started to shattee in him "m-mommy doesn't like me...anymore.." He said quietly wiping his tears away for a bit as he continues to cry silently on the stairs. He didn't know what to do,he wanted to stop the shout and swearing words that came out of their mouths..but he couldn't do that. Besides,he was just a mere child,no one will listen to him in this situation even his own parents.

He decided to get up and went back into his room to sleep. He got in his room,closing the door quietly as he climbs into his bed,covering his body with the thick sheets of it as he slowly fall's asleep.

How many weeks later, Nijiro came back from school. His dad said that he couldn't pick him up from school today and said to just meet him at their house. He opens the door to see his mom and dad sitting on the couch separately from each other "Watashi wa ie ni imasu otōsan, okāsan (I'm home dad, mom)" He said stuttering as he took of his shoes "Nijiro..we have something to say to you" His dad said with a low voice,Nijiro nods as he sit's on the couch beside his dad "Who do you want to go with?" His mom suddenly said "U-Ua..he needs some talking,he doesn't know the situation y-" "I-i know.." Nijiro suddenly spoke,tears almost falling down his face "Ah!- so,you heard..?" His dad said,looking down at him with worry in his eyes.

Nijiro nods slowly as he looked down to his tiny feet "Well...since you already know,we're so sorry that you heard-" "Yes..i know" Nijiro cuts him off again "Then that means I guess it's time for daddy and mommy to....hm,Separate.." Nijiro's head goes up to look at his dad in the eyes "It's about time you told him. Now,who do you want to go with" Ua said,crossing her arms while looking at the two "I- I DON'T KNOW!, W-W-WHY SEPARATE!?" He shouted as tears fall down his face "N-nijiro son..i know it's hard but you have to choose-" "WHY CHOOSE!?,I-I DON'T WANT US TO BE LIKE THIS!" he shouted again,Ua getting annoyed at his behavior "Just pick!,it's not that hard" "Ua!,he's a child we need to take it easy on him" Jun said to her as he hugged Nijiro into his chest "Nijiro,I'm going to say it again...who do you choose between me and mommy,I know it's hard..b-but you have to do it" Jun said,holding him tightly in his arms "T-then...i'm choosing you,daddy"

[6 YEARS LATER]

(Year/date: ??/??/2012)

(Location: ??? Studio)

It has been 6 years ever since he chose his dad's side, they both moved into somewhere else in Tokyo where schools were even closer to their house. Nijiro right now is currently 14 in age and in middle school,he styled his hair so that his bangs would go to the front of his head,kind of a weird style..but his dad recommended the hair style so he didn't mind. He loved his dad so much,his dad raised him ever since that day. Jun is now a single father to one son that he has,he loves Nijiro and he just want's to make him happy. For the past few years Nijiro has been down lately,Jun felt bad that he would stay at work the most because he's an actor and of course the media knows the situation between him and his Ex-wife Ua.He founds out that Ua got married again in 2008 with a guy named Bishū Hasegawa, a non celebrity dude.

He didn't cared though,he only cares for his son and his son only. He still kept their old pictures together as a family on his phone though, he didn't want to loose the precious memories that Nijiro had as a child. Back to Nijiro, he is currently inside a room that had bean bags and other stuff, he didn't know why he was here and how does his dad know this place. Currently he is waiting for his dad to come in the room after talking to  a friend that he met the other day he says, good thing it was school break so that Nijiro didn't have to worry about school,he only worries about the stack of homework he has in his room. He sighs as he sits on one of the bean bags in the room,waiting for his dad to finish the conversation between him and his friend.

After a few minutes of waiting,the door's of the room slams wide open to reveal his dad and another guy that was taller then his dad. He had shaggy long straight like hair that was black,and the under side of his hair a yellowish gold. He wore a black jacket with his sleeves pulled up so it stops at his elbow,the zipper of his jacket goes down a bit to just show his collar bone, he had a galaxy like bracelet and some grey and white leggings,and the last part he had bright blue shoes that were a bit big. The man stood behind Jun as as Nijiro stand up "Nijiro you might be wondering who this young ng man is" Jun said smiling softly,Nijiro just tilted his head to the side,confused "You may introduce yourself" Jun said as he moves aside for the man to stand at full few for Nijiro to see "Hello there,my name is Sakurada Dori. But you can call me Dori or onii Chan (big brother) if you like" Dori said,as he biwed a bit at Nijiro "I'm 21 years old,I'm a big fan your dad as you can see. We met yesterday at a park,he mentioned that you were lonely..so I decided to become your babysitter-" "Wait,you want this oldhag..to take care of me?" Nijiro said,looking at his dad in disbelief "Yes!, of course i am,plus he's 21 he is not that old. I just can't bare to see you,my son so lonely and down. So I thought that Dori here could keep you company for today until I'm done with my work. I'll pick you up after that" Jun said smiling at Nijiro softly "Fine,but if this dude is boring I'm done" "Boring?,who says I'm boring. I literally am a master of Uno when it comes to playing it with my friends" Dori said crossing his arms while looking down at the 14 year old in front of him "heh,try me" Nijiro said,crossing his arms too while looking up at him "I see you boys will get along greatly!,well I got to go to work now,please take care of him okay Dori?" "Yes Mr.Murakami,I will do my best!" Dori said bowing at him "No need to bow!,and call me Jun. Nijiro you behave okay?" Jun said as walked out of the room "Okay dad!" Nijiro shouted through the halls.

And that's the day where Nijiro felt happy again,Dori taught him many things in life. He really likes Dori and ends up calling him his own big brother that day. Dori taught him how to have fun,he even introduced him to Fanta,his dachshund.

That one faithful day,he will never forget..

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"Nijiro?,Nijiro!" Nijiro opened his eyes carefully observing where he was,as he looked at his dad that was on the drivers seat,he realized that he wasn't in his old room anymore. He thought that his dad must've carried him from inside the house all the way inside the car,now he felt bad "Don't worry about me carrying you,besides you're shorter than me,and way more lighter to carry" His dad said smiling at him, "You know you should've woken me up at the house dad" He grumbled tiredly as he rubbed his right eye, looking from the passenger's seat window to be met front faced with his house. He realized that the skies were already a softer darker shade of blue,meaning that it was going to be night time "Well,I can't bare to wake up my son. He'll get grumpy!" His dad said chickling while boiling his nose "Daaad~!, stop!" Nijiro said as he pouted At him,Jun just laughed at his expression remembering the old days whenever he woke him up for him to go to school he would pout and whine..no Nijiro isn't a brat,he's just not a morning person that's all.

Nijiro got out of the car,saying  goodbye and thank you to his dad as his dad drove off into the night.

He sighed as he got in his house,turning on the Air conditioner in his living room as he got into the bathroom to take a warm shower, he stripped off his clothes and turns on the shower,he got inside as the warm water hits his skin. After how many minutes in the shower,he got out and wrapped the white towel around his waist, getting out of the bathroom into his room as he got dressed in his night wear. Tomorrow he's going to shoot as Chishiya again,and he knew he had to go to the studio early in the morning,so he got down stairs to have dinner. After dinner he washed his plate and turned off the air conditioner in the living room, going up stairs to go to sleep.

[THE NEXT DAY]

(Year/date: ??/12/2020)

(Location: ??? Studio)

"Okay we're here!" His dad said smiling at Nijiro "Dad,explain again on why do you want to go to work with me??" Nijiro looked at his dad with a confused look "You'll see" His dad said,grinning widely at him as he got out of the car,Nijiro did the same as they both walked to the entrance of the studio. They both got in the main studio to be met with lightening's,cameras and other stuff for the filming. Nijiro went inside one of the dressing rooms to get dressed in his Chishiya costume,his dad following him "Ah! There is our Cheshire!,and oh? I see that you brought the famous one and only Jun with you!" The director said,Shinsuke Sato who looked behind Nijiro to greet his dad with a wide smile "Yes! And you must be the most talented director Shinsuke huh?" His dad said,laughing together with Shinsuke "Dad,don't embarrass me" Nijiro mummbled quietly "Non need to be Nijiro! Me and Shinsuke here are good friends!" His dad exclaims as Nijiro was requested to sit on a black chair so that they could apply his make up and Chishiya wig on.

Meanwhile in the brake room, there were two boy's playing Uno before the filming starts. Both of them already in their characters clothes,and they were both ready for the set. Dori in his Niragi costume holding 2 Uno cards on his hand smirking at the other boy Kento that is in his Arisu costume that has 4 cards in his hands,sending Dori a glare that say's 'you better not have two lucky cards in your hand's or you're dead', Dori just laughed at his glare as Kento put's down a red stop sign card "Hah!,I stopped you! It's my turn again!" Kento said as he put's down the black colour changing card "You may Kento" Dori said smirking at him, kento frowns and thinks on what colour should he pick. He thought on what Arisu would do in this situation "Ah!,I choose the colour....Yellow!" Kento said happily...not longer after that Dori put's down both of his cards,showing two yellow card on the table "Uno game!" He shouted happily "Aww c'mon!, I had plenty of yellow cards! See!?" Kento said showing his cards to Dori.

Dori just chuckled "Well I guess it's my lucky day..Ryohei Arisu" He said smirking,looking at Kento "I'll beat you someday...Suguru Niragi" Kento said,looking at Dori with a serious look until both of them burst out laughing. The two were best friends ever since 2013,they didn't know that their friendship would last for 7 years by now. They stopped laughing when the door of the break room opens revealing a Nijiro that is now in his Chishiya costume and Jun right behind him "Ah,Dori. It has been a long time I haven't seen you" Jun said,smiling at him, Dori walking towards him and giving the much older man a friendly hug "Yes! It's been like..i don't know..8 years?? Since we haven't seen each other?" Dori said smiling "hmm...guess so!" Both of them laughed,Kento walking towards them and bowing at Jun "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr.Murakami" Kento said "Ah,and you must be Kento Yamazaki hm? I've heard you from Dori" Jun replies "Oh,I didn't know he told you about me,but still what brings you here?" Kento asked him "Yeah dad,why are you at work with me?" Nijiro asked,looking at his dad.

"Well..i want you two,Kento and Dori..to take care of my son here" Jun said,looking at both men that is in front of him and his son "I see that I have to be your babysitter again huh Jiji?~" Dori said booping Nijiro's nose"No touching!" Nijiro hissed and rubbed his nose "Aww c'mon you're such a cute wittle baby Jiji~" Kento said,squeezing his left cheek "I said no touching!" Nijiro said as he crossed his arms against his chest "I see the three of you are getting along quite nicely,well got to go now,Nijiro behave" Jun said,walking out the door. Leaving the three boys alone in the room. "So..where should we start?" Kento asked "Maybe the both of you should start by leaving me be. I'm fine okay? I'm almost 24 so f#*k off!" Nijiro hissed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and sat on one of the chairs of the brake room while playing PUBG on his phone "Jeez...how did you take care of him when he was 14?" Kento asked Dori "Well easy,grab his game boy- well phone now and just let his steam off" Dori said,grabbing Nijiro's phone.

Nijiro looked up at him in disbelief with wide eyes, shocked that he took his phone "WHY THE F##K DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?" Nijiro shouted,Kento stumbled back, startled at Nijiro's sudden tone "You'll get brain damage if you keep staring at your phone non stop,let it rest for at least 1 hour. Now we need to shoot a series" Dori said with a glare and a serious tone,Nijiro shivered remembering ok what Dori did to him when he disobeyed his orders. That day,Nijiro didn't listen to what Dori told him resulting a hard pinch from Dori until right arm got a purple bruise on it "Okay fine!" Nijiro said,stuttering a bit. His dad didn't even mind that Dori pinched him,Cause Jun knows what's right for his son and what's not.

After that, they all started shooting.

After it ended Nijiro sat on one of the chairs and stared into space for awhile until he heard someone calling his name "Oi! Nijiro!,here's your phone. Sorry that I took it from you" Dori said smiling,ruffling Nijiro's Chishiya wig. Kenti doing the same as he smiled widely "You're lucky that you have a babysitter like me and him you know that Jiji?" Kento said grinning widely at him "Hm,thanks" Nijiro said,smiling a bit.

[HOW MANY MINUTES LATER]

"I'll buy you ice cream if you behave Jiji!" Kento said,Nijiro Stole Kento's Takoyaki and now Kento is angry "But these are so good" Nijiro said, chuckling while taking another bite of the Takoyaki "Nijiro..give them back" Dori said "okay okay! I was just playing around with you" He said,while apologizing to Kento. After that they both go back home to Nijiro's house.

"So wanna watch some Disney movies Jiji?" Kento asked"Y-yes.."Nijiro said shyly. Ever since when he was little,he had been a fan of Disney movies "Let's watch Frozen II then!" Doris said,grabbing some popcorn and sitting right next to Kento and Nijiro.

And that night,Nijiro would never forget on how he was getting babied by the both of them until his dad came to his house.

[Sorry for the bad ending- I have too many wips right now and I am tired cause I finished this at night,so I hope all of you enjoyed this ☺]

[ricksroaches]

Jimin - Dysphoria ch. 2

pairing: Yoongi x Reader, OT7 x Reader (platonic)

summary: Jimin gets in trouble defending Y/N. Later that night things get deep.

notes: Y/N is based of an OC so if a few traits don't match yours I'm sorry T.T. To clear things up, this chapter takes place like a year before the actual storyline. Present day, Y/N and Jimin are juniors.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: cursing, mental illness, drugs (weed, LSD), smut (fingering, spanking, v penetration), mentions of sexual assault

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Jimin lost his virginity when he was 14.

Too fast? Ight let’s take it back a little.

Jimin was the perfect kid. Obedient, polite, compassionate, the ultimate parent dream package. He was born to please everyone. To give everyone joy, even if that joy was his own. But it wasn’t enough when it came to his parents. Their marriage was rocky even before he was in the picture. They divorced, and his dad moved out when he was 8, leaving his mom to raise him and his older sister by herself. He got a good lawyer and ended up getting out of custody, but his mom managed to get decent child support out of it. If one thing is true about this world it’s that a man with deep pockets can get whatever he wants.

Jimin wouldn’t see his dad for another four years, but life went on as it does; he continued to excel in dance, make good grades, make everyone happy. That was, until Seunghyun came into the picture.

He seemed okay at first. His mom had met him through a friend, and it didn’t take long for them to start dating. He was nice enough, handsome enough, wealthy enough. Jimin remembered the day he met him for the first time.

“Hey, Jimin right?”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Your mom talks about you a lot.”

“…thank you?”

He laughed. “How old are you?”

“11.”

There was a pause. He simply nodded a few times before clapping him on the shoulder. “You’re a good kid. Keep that up.”

Seunghyun began coming over more and more frequently, most times even staying the night. Jimin had grown to like him quite a bit. He always brought something for him like a candy bar or a pair of Ray Bans he didn’t wear anymore. He often took him out to get ice cream and other spur of the moment treats.

Jimin's sister, Roseanne, was also a dancer. In fact, she was the reason he started. She was the whole world in his eyes and the most beautiful dancer he’d ever seen. Her dancing was the kind that sucked the air out of the room. No one dared breathe as everyone’s eyes followed her fluid movements. You simply couldn’t take your eyes off her in fear of missing a detail. It didn’t matter what you were doing. If Rose was dancing, you were watching.

Rose had a dance tournament in L.A., a solid 6 hour drive from their home in San Francisco. Mom was too busy with work to take her, so Seunghyun offered which she gratefully accepted. Jimin wasn’t worried at all, he knew she’d beat everyone there, which was why it surprised him to see her come home with a broken spirit. When he asked her what happened she simply said, “I didn’t make it.” He consoled her while she wept throughout the next two nights.

It wasn’t until the boys’ trip Seunghyun planned as an extra birthday gift that he would understand Rose’s tears. He’d just turned 12.

Jimin separated his life into two books. One of his life before that trip. The other, his life since. He often kept himself up at night wishing he hadn’t gone, and that he would never become the person he is now.

What happened on the trip, however, it didn’t stop. In fact, it happened more and more often, and it wasn’t just him, it was Rose too. The night Jimin heard Seunghyun slip into his sister's room next door, he made a decision.

He started taking the brunt of Seunghyun’s doings to keep him away from Rose. He could tell she was wilting. Her dance had become lethargic and she rarely competed anymore. Jimin wouldn’t have that. If he had one purpose in this world, it was to make Roseanne happy.

The promiscuity began in 7th grade with his first kiss at the back to school dance with Megan Shelby, one of the most popular girls in school. Their brief relationship rocketed him to the top of the dating hierarchy. By the end of the semester, he’d had 3 girlfriends and 4 boyfriends. Oh yeah, he knew he swung that way for a while now.

By 8th grade, things became more sexual. He just needed more. That rush that he got feeling someone else’s lips on his, getting to touch their body any way he liked, being touched himself, it was addictive. In those moments, he could forget about everything and enjoy himself for once.

His first nude was leaked by a boy who pretended to be gay for a month so Jimin would send to him. He didn’t have much shame when it came to sending nudes. He never asked for any, he was a gentleman. But if asked, if the guy was cute enough, he would.

Jacob. God that boy. Jimin was head over heels for that boy. Whatever he wanted, Jimin did. His first time giving head was pretty scary. He gagged a lot and could barely fit half of him, but it was the hardest he’d ever been in his life.

It didn’t take long for Jacob to want more than blowjobs. It was a spur of the moment thing, really. It was the summer before freshman year, Jacob had gotten them invited to a high school party, and Jimin’s mom had just broken up with Seunghyun (for reasons unrelated to this story). That was also the first night Jimin had ever gotten drunk. This was his night to secretly celebrate his freedom from the burden he lived with for three years. He took to the stuff rather quickly and before long Jacob was carrying him slurring up the stairs to a bedroom for him to rest.

Jimin playfully initiated a make out session that got pretty hot and heavy thanks to the alcohol. It was then that Jacob pulled back and popped the question. Jimin thought about it for a good 4 seconds before smashing his lips back onto his beloved boyfriend’s.

A new chapter in the Book of Jimin was written that night.

Jacob ended up cheating on him to which Jimin proceeded to rack up the highest body count in the school. It’s ancient history.

Despite his vigorous sexual awakening, Jimin remained the same angel in every adult’s eyes. It was hard to live with the memories of Seunghyun that plagued him almost every waking moment. He was finding it more and more difficult to come up with excuses for his breakdowns that sent him home from school. He couldn’t tell his mom. It would break her heart. So he dealt with it on his own, hiding all of his pain and fear behind a polite smile.

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SOPHOMORE YEAR - OCTOBER

“All I’m saying is, dying of old age is like dying from not dying.”

Jimin swung his locker closed revealing the unzipped hoodie clad Y/N leaning against the locker beside him. “It took you ten minutes just to say that?”

“If you won’t appreciate my philosophical ideas then I will take them elsewhere.” He eyed her down.

“Y/N, you probably can’t even stand up straight right now.”

“And why might you say that?”

“Because it’s the last day before fall break I know you're high as tits right now.” She let out a slurred chuckle. She leaned her temple against the red metal and gazed at him with a dopey smile spread across her face. “Yeah, uh huh. Didn’t even share with me, bitchass. Now let’s go.”

“Yessir.” She stuffed her hand in her shorts pockets in search of her keys when a rough slap to her ass made her stiff as a board.

“Nice ass, L/N. You should wear those more often.” She could barely recognize the voice as Will Jacobs before he was on the floor with Jimin on top of absolutely wailing on him. He paused his assault briefly.

“You never touch her! You hear me?!”

Will glanced at her before zoning back in on Jimin. “Her? Tell her not to wear something like that and not expect feedbac-” he was cut off by Jimin's fist connecting to his nose with a delicious crunch. He didn’t stop, though. He kept punching and punching and punching. By now, a crowd had formed shouting and chanting for either boy. Y/N didn’t do anything to stop it. She stood there, keys dangling from her finger, in stoned awe. Although the sober side of her would’ve enjoyed to see it happen nonetheless. She was also too stoned to warn him about the principle marching towards the pair.

“JIMIN PARK!” His fist stopped midair, fully reared back to strike. The circle scattered like rats upon their fighters’ capture. He was yanked up by the back of his shirt and Will was hauled to his feet by two security guards, a shit eating grin on his blood smeared face. Jimin turned to Y/N, who’s mouth was still hanging open, while being dragged to the office.

“Just go without me. This is gonna be a while.” To which she dumbly nodded and made her way out of the building baked and confused.

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The sun had set and Y/N still had no word from Jimin. She assumed his mom took his phone as punishment or something so she went about her business, albeit a little bummed.

She had just settled on her bed with her bong nestled in her lap when a soft knock at her window made her jump. She whirled around to see Jimin crouched outside her window. She unlatched it and shoved it up with a half annoyed huff half sigh of relief. “What the hell are you doing?” He ignored her query and slipped through the window and rolled onto her floor.

“I told my mom I’m at Tae’s. I just wanted to see you after earlier.” With a nod of approval, she turned around to inspect her bong for any damage.

“I live alone dipshit you could’ve used the door.”

“Oh, right. I keep forgetting that.”

Yes. Y/N lives alone. We’ll unpack that later.

“So what happened?” She settled back in her spot but set the hot pink crystal contraption on her nightstand. Jimin crawled onto her bed and collapsed into the soft blankets. The smell of weed mingled with the lavender fabric softener to create a devastating blend that could knock anyone out for hours.

“Most of it was just them saying how disappointed they were and how I tainted my ‘flawless’ record. They didn’t even address the reason I gave them for doing it.” His lips twitched into a hateful scowl briefly. “They’re suspending me for three days.”

“But it’s fall break.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’m suspended the first three days we get back. Jokes on them, I just got my break extended.”

“What about Will?”

“He was in the nurse’s office the whole time.” She casually lifted her fist and he bumped it.

“That’s my guy.”

There was a comfortable silence while the two relived the moment in their heads. She was thinking about how stupid she probably looked watching the ordeal. He wished he’d done more damage.

“Hey, Jimmy boy?”

“Yes, bitch?”

“You wanna get high?”

Y/N had just gotten a new sheet and wanted to try it out. They placed the tabs on each other’s tongues and watched the little mushroom design dissolve. An hour later they were sitting across from each other staring at the other giggling incoherently.

She studied every one of his features like it was the first time she’d seen him all over again. His peach hair was parted down the middle, bangs brushing his temples. His clean, solid eyebrows were in perfect contrast to his sun kissed skin. His eyes formed tiny crescents when he smiled only adding to his adorable look. His smile…….his smile. Perfect, pink, pillowy lips she could only describe as belonging to an angel. Glowing white teeth that radiated beauty every time he opened his mouth. His face slowly began to look like an oil painting on canvas the longer she stared at him. Her smile grew ever wider as she traced the brush strokes along his jaw and the delicate shading of his toned neck.

Jimin gazed at Y/N’s face with pure adoration. All of his love for her magnetized by the dopamine dump in his brain, and he hoped she saw herself the way he did. Her wild curls wiggled in place like a cute version of Medusa’s snakes. Very fun to look at when there’s a whole mane of it. Her freckles sparkled like dots of purple and blue glitter and the moonlight that hit the apple of her cheek shimmered and twinkled like it was coated in diamond dust. A barely audible giggle slipped from her parted lips. It made him giggle too. “What?”

“I’m just so happy…” her spacey smile said it all. He could see in her eyes that she truly meant it. He watched as the color changed from blue, to green, to hazel, to grey. The colors mixed and faded slowly and if you didn’t focus you wouldn’t catch it. He counted each individual fleck of gold in the center of her irises and they glowed like fireflies on a summer night.

“…Jimin..?”

He snapped out of his daze to see that her eyes were wider than they were before. He also realized that she was laying on the bed, and he was on top of her. He was frozen. When did that even happen? He stared back at her with equal shock but neither moved away. Her eyes didn’t show any signs of fear or discomfort. She was just surprised.

Every thought he ever had about her was rammed to the front of his mind and he had the crushing need to show her how special she truly was to him. Without further ado, he smashed his lips down onto hers. She let out the tiniest squeak before quickly returning the favor. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled him father down to deepen the kiss. His chest was now pressed against hers and the grip on his hair tightened. Few breaths were taken between kisses while she pushed his jacket down his arms and let it drop to the floor.

Jimin took it upon himself to slip his hands under the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. He slid his palms up and down and stomach and waist, completely lost in the distorted sense of touch that hypnotized him. He was reminded of his task by a soft tug on the hem of his own shirt which he hastily peeled off before diving back into another kiss. He took his course to her jaw and then found purchase on her neck, sucking and biting until wine colored marks dotted her entire neck and collarbone. He made quick work of her plain black bra and tossed it behind him to an unknown corner of the room. He got to work making his marks anywhere and everywhere he could reach. The sharp rise of her chest when she gasped only spurred him on.

His hands snaked down her naked torso and yanked her sleep shorts out from under her before slipping his fingers under the waistband of her undies. Simple black Calvin Klein cheeky cut. Modest, yet tasteful. Her thighs jerked when he found her clit and started rubbing smooth circles, drawing out a silent cry from her behind his lips. He made sure she was good and wet before sinking two fingers past her lips, earning another heavy gasp that made her chest heave against his. He broke the kiss and leaned back much to her disappointment. He pumped his fingers in and out, finding every little nook and cranny to massage. He pressed his palm into the space between her belly button and her entrance and curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, eliciting a satisfying cry from her. He burned the sight of her back arching off the bed at his handiwork into his memory permanently.

He curled and pumped his fingers faster and faster until her walls clenched around his digits and her body shuddered and twitched from the force of the climax he’d brought her. She collapsed against the bed a heaving mess and he gazed down at her with a devilish smile. Demon Jimin had come out to play.

In a flash, he was out of his jeans and back on top in only his boxers. His muscular thighs and arms caged her underneath him as he raked his eyes over her figure before landing on her last remaining article of clothing. Before she knew it, she’d been flipped onto her stomach. His hands glided up her thighs and kneaded the flesh of her ass. With a rough tug, she heard the sound of fabric tearing and cold air hit her core sending a shudder down her spine.

A single, dazzling smack stung her right cheek before the pain was kneaded away. He pressed his body into hers and spoke low in her ear, “You feel that? Only I’m allowed to do that. No one else.”

She could feel the familiar hardness grinding against her ass sending another shiver through her body. He chuckled darkly. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded, her face pressed into her pillow. He dug his fingers into her hips and abruptly yanked them into the air. Her yelp was muffled by the pillow but he definitely heard it. His boxers were discarded and he lined himself up at her entrance. He teased his tip against her folds watching them flinch with every touch. He sunk his full length into her evoking a high pitched cry from her and a low groan that ripped through his chest.

He wasted no time setting a rhythmic pace that had them both a moaning mess. They could feel every single square inch in 4K and their brains could barely keep up. He was so lost in the feeling he didn’t realize he’d sped up significantly and she was gripping the pillow to muffle her pleasured cries. “Why are you hiding those beautiful noises?” He wrapped his hand around her neck and hoisted her upright on her knees. “I want to hear everything that I do to you. Don’t you dare hold back, because if you go quiet I’ll only fuck you harder.”

He sacrificed speed for force in the new position. More sounds of pleasure spilled from her lips with each snap of his hips. His arm snaked between her breasts to grip her neck and pull her to his chest while he fucked into her with devastating force. The harder he rammed her cervix the louder the cries he squeezed out of her. He increased his speed once again leaving her a rag doll in his arms.

With another flip, she was on her back again and he was back inside her before her vision steadied. He hooked her thighs over his own to get a better angle which sent her curling off the mattress once again. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were squeezed shut to concentrate on the feeling. He gripped both cheeks in one hand and pulled her face down. “Look at me.” Her eyes fluttered open and she tried to find his face among the stars that jumbled her vision. He lined her face up with his, “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you cum around my dick.” She breathlessly nodded and tried to maintain his scalding gaze while her body was getting shoved into the mattress with every thrust. The headboard cracked against the wall, accompanying her escalating cries when his thumb moved to circle her clit again.

“..-m I’m-”

“Go ahead. Do it.”

Her walls instantly clenched around him eliciting a jagged groan and his daze darkened. He pounded into her while her climax had her screaming loud enough for him to break. He finished after a burst of inhumanly fast strokes, burying his shaft as deep as he could to shoot his load and riding it out with a few hard snaps of his hips. His eyes never left the sea of her irises.

He leaned back and sat on his heels. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths. He let his head fall back to relish in the aftermath of his ministrations. She watched the beads of sweat trickle between his abs with each swell of his chest. She never thought she’d find herself in this compromising position with someone like Jimin. Yeah, they made out a few times when they were bored but that couldn’t hold a candle to what just went down.

Jimin slid out and rolled over to lay next to her.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you?”

After a shower that quickly turned into round two, they were dressed and tucked in bed. Her head rested on his chest while she fiddled with the collar of the oversized (on her) grey shirt she’d given him. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his fingers traced her ribs under her shirt in slow, meditative strokes. The old Jimin was back.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Why’d you freak so hard with Will? You’ve never gotten in a fight at school, ever.” Her head bobbed with the heavy sigh that escaped him. She lifted her head to look at him. He stared up at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes. His pink lips curved in a slight grimace.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No. I had to tell someone eventually. It might as well be now with someone I trust.” She couldn’t help the rush of confidence at his comment. That good feeling died quickly when she processed what he said. “My mom used to date this guy, Seunghyun.” He had to pause to adjust to saying his name. “He was nice. I liked him. A lot.” She watched his eyes dart around the ceiling trying to remember details of the memory. “They’d been dating for about a year. He was gonna take me on a boys trip to his lake house for my birthday. My sister….She tried to convince me not to go and…and I didn’t know why.” His voice trembled with the last words. “The first night he made me sleep in the same bed as him…The second night…” He looked up to blink the tears out of his eyes. She reached up and wiped them for him with her thumb. “The second night, we were getting ready for bed, and he asked me if…if I knew what sex was. I said yes thinking he was trying to give me the talk. He asked me…..if I ever touched myself…I didn’t know what to say so I said no.” His voice caught in his throat, his words coming out at a higher pitch. “He-” His lips pulled back in a quivering frown and his chest beat with one single, silent sob.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, take your time.”

“He came up behind me…and he stuc-….he stuck his hand…down my underwear.” His free hand flew to cover his squeezed shut eyes, gripping his forehead. “He kept asking be if I liked how it felt…I said I-I didn’t know so he kept going.” It tore her apart to see him struggling to speak the way he was. Tears of her own started to stream down her cheeks. “I worked up the courage to tell him to stop and he did. I tried to sleep on the couch in the other room but I woke up in his bed the next day. I don’t know if he…did anything, but the third night I was standing on the dock connected to the house. It was too dark for the neighbors to see anything. He came up to me again. He asked how I liked the night before again and I was too afraid to say anything so I didn’t. He did it again, but this time he pulled his out and…tried to get me to…t-touch it. I didn’t so he took my hand in his and…,” he took a deep breath “and he…u-used it to-”

“You don’t have to say it.”

He nodded

“I never finished…he did. I don’t remember the last day but I remember on the ride home, he said that if I told my mom….it would break her heart. And I didn’t want to break her heart-”

His sobs came out in soft, rapid beats but she was quick to pull him into her chest to soak her t-shirt. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and squeezed both arms around her torso while his cries shook the pair in silence. She didn’t say anything, simply wrapping her arms around his neck and planting kisses on his ears and shoulders.

“That wasn’t the only time, was it.” He weakly shook his head into her neck. “You don’t have to talk about it. You already did so great. You’re safe.” She continued to stroke his hair while his shaking began to plateau.

“You’re safe.”

~~~

The next morning was peaceful. Jimin woke up not feeling like shit like he’d expected. He actually felt….good. Given the bomb he dropped last night. But, she didn’t treat him any differently than she did the day before, and he was grateful.

She cooked for him while he showered, and they hung out having their regular old conversations like nothing happened. Although he noticed something. She was sober. It was nearing 6:00pm and he hadn’t seen or smelled weed since he barged in on her session. She stayed sober….for him. He didn’t like to admit it, but he enjoyed sober Y/N better. Granted, he still loved her any other day of the week, but he loved seeing her natural personality when she wasn’t in a dark place at the moment. And she didn’t seem to be now. Sober Y/N was smart. Sober Y/N gave great advice, and before she dropped him off at home, she left him with some.

Jimin typed in the code on the door and the lock clicked with a mechanical whir. Making sure not to make much noise, he shut the door behind him. He made his way upstairs and down the hall. Framed photos of him and Rose dotted the walls, and as time went by, their smiles were more and more forced. No one could tell but them. He eventually stopped in front of the door he was looking for. He softly knocked and he heard a muffled ‘come in.’ He opened the door to his mom’s room where she was sitting in bed, reading glasses on her nose, looking over the blueprints she’d drawn. She was an architect.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Cover photos by @BIGHITTED on Twitter

[xeo-kunsatan]

Beast Choices Chapter#5 Sister's Promise (Special Part 1)

★-†Before starting this chapter, I'll recommend you to have any snack with you because this chapter is going for long, without nothing more to say.. Enjoy the Chapter!†-★

3 weeks after what happened in the Vegas

Betrayus and Muriel where organizing the preparations for their wedding.

Muriel: do you have some ideas to where we will do the wedding?

Betrayus: Not Really, it's difficult to choose any place for it...

Muriel: Owww..

Betrayus: Owww... Wait!.. now i can remember.. Roxy can help us with this!

Muriel: Shit it's true! Do you still have her number right?

Betrayus: Yeah bebe~

Betrayus taked his phone and called Roxy.

Betrayus: Hello Roxy, Are you there?

Roxy: Beto! What a surprise dude, how both you're doing?

Betrayus: Uhmm Roxy, my name is Betrayus, not Beto.

Roxy: I know but I can't pronounce it well, anyway how are you Beto?

Betrayus: Really good Roxy, hey can you recommend us a place to celebrate our wedding?

Roxy: What!? will you get married!? Congratulations, listen i think i have a recommendation for you, now that I'm working on Mexico City, there's a place you would love to celebrate your wedding.

Betrayus: I heard you~.

Roxy: It's Called Xochimilco, In this place you can have a good ride in neat boats called trajineras and also taking in count you love spooky stuff, there's the Dolls island, a Scary island with full of old Dolls or Body parts of them hanging in the trees.

Betrayus: That place sounds perfect! You're working there right?

Roxy: así es [That's Right] I'm working there as a guide and "driver" of the trajineras for the guests.

Betrayus: That's good to hear, thank you so much Roxanne.

Roxy: At your service Beto, I'll be happy to see you again.

Betrayus: We too, Bye Roxanne.

Roxy: Nos vemos pronto [See you soon] Beto

Betrayus finished his call and went back to Muriel to tell her about the idea of celebrating their wedding in Dolls's Island in Xochimilco, Muriel didn't doubted in agree with excitement.

The Next Day

Muriel had started giving the invitations of the wedding which where less because both had no friends which was good for them because it means less money to pay,

All of them where given to their guests but 2 more Left, Muriel was holding them doubting if should she invite her father and sisters or not, she seemed undecided.

Betrayus: What's wrong Mury?

Muriel: *sighs* should i invite them?

Betrayus: *Jokes* I invited my Mom

Muriel:*chuckles* you dummy!

Betrayus: Heheh, sorry.. maybe this also can be an gratefulness to your father for what he gave you Since I dunno 4 years.

Muriel: and in that 4 days i had less contact with him by letters.. im Honestly not mad with him nor my sisters anymore.. at least not with Yeena.

Betrayus: Did you didn't told me that your both sisters treated you like trash?

Muriel: Uhh Late Plot Twist? Yeah the writer forgot that Yeena was the good sister lmao, so..

Betrayus: *Chuckles*

Muriel: Anyway I'll invite my Sister Yeena, If she can came here

Betrayus: This is your decision Muriel, if you want to invite her to our wedding, I'll be okay with it, My Mother is coming anyway *chuckles*

Muriel: Yeah *chuckles*... *Sighs*...

Later at night Muriel Send one of the invitations to her Old home.

Pac Russia, Parctic Town

3:24 pm.

The postman have arrived in the Plizetxki family cabin to leave a letter for them to then leave.

A young woman which was visiting their old home, went outside to check out the mailbox, she found out a invitation to a wedding in PacMexico Xochimilco. That wedding was of her younger sister which feels guilty by her left.

Yeena Plizetxki

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 8th

Sign: Virgo♍

Race: Pacworlder Russian/Korean.

Blood Type: B+

Yeena: *Sighs* Muriel....

She was holding the letter while she remembered all the harm her twin and father did to Muriel.

Muriel (6 years): i don't understand.. where's mommy?

Yoona (9 Years): *crying* She is gone because of you!!

Yeena (9 Years): *crying* y-es.. as.. she said..

Muriel (6 Years): b-but D-Dad that's not t-true... R-right?

Marlos:*sighs* is True....

Muriel(6 years): H-How do you!?... Is not true! Is not True!..*Runs off to her room crying loudly*

Yeena (9 Years): Y-you both are so mean!! S-she can't be the guilty of mother's death, she is just a little child!

Yoona: (9 years) *slaps Yeena* Shut up!! Yeena!!, Our Mother would be alive if Muriel didn't had to go with her to a ride, is Muriel's fault!! got it!!??.

Yeena: B-But Dad!..

Marlos:*Sighs* I'm tired *he goes to his room*

Yeena (9 years): *goes to her room and takes her stuff to Muriel's Room which was crying while she was holding a porcelain goth doll*

Muriel (6 years): *Sob* why do you came here? Mommy is not here because of me *sob*

Yeena (9 years): *Hugs Muriel crying as well* that's not true, don't cry Muriel.. I'm here..

Muriel (6 years): *sob* Yeena..I-i also lost the bracelet...

Yeena(9 years): W-what?....

Muriel (6 years): My Bracelet....

Yeena (9 Years): Oh My....

Muriel (6 years): *sob* would i'll be able to control it?...

Yeena (9 years): *sighs* Y-yes..*sob*.. I promise I will help you, Dear Sister..

Yeena had the promise of taking care of Muriel and Orient her about how to control that beast inside her.

While her Twin Sister Yoona treated them like shit, Yeena was always there to help out Muriel even with the fierce secret inside them.

Yoona after Muriel abandoned Pac Russia, she abandoned Pac Russia too, moving on to Pac South Korea where she would continue her studies as doctor,

She and Muriel where too focused in their stuff which made her forgot a little to contact eachother.

Returning to this moment of the story, Yeena went to her old room where she was hosted to pack up her stuff, taking the invitation with her, while that Yoona which passed by saw her.

Yoona Plizetxki

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 8th

Sign: Virgo♍

Race: Pacworlder Russian/Korean

Blood Type: B-

Yoona: You're leaving too soon?

Yeena: Yes, i have to do to a important travel.

Yoona: What's more important than visiting us?

Yeena: You know it so well but you never considered it as important...

Yoona: I don't know what are you talking about..

Yeena: *Sighs*... It's Muriel, she is will get married..

Yoona: Tsssk.. Now What's up with He-.. Wait what!?

Yeena: Yes, so I will travel to Pac USA to see her, that's where she lives with her fiance.

Yoona: Huh?... Ugh I didn't understand why you preferred her instead me that I am your twin.

Yeena: Yoona.. Seriously?, Do you have an idea how you are speaking?

Yoona: What?

Yeena: Yoona you're 28, 28! To Think and speak that immature, When Mother died, Muriel needed us more than anything as well we needed and still need her, and what did you do to her? Made her feel worse about something she wasn't guilty?.

Yoona: Muriel always was a stain in this family!!, Mother always had her attention to that Brat, and what happened? Mother is death by saving Muriel!

Yeena: ... I can't believe that you're telling me this...*sighs*.. *Slaps Yoona*

Yoona: AUUCHH!! Y-Yeena!..

Yeena: in that case.. you're not my sister anymore..

Yoona: B-But-..

Yeena: *Takes her Baggage*... Goodbye Yoona.

Yeena was about to left the cabin but her steps where interrupted by her father

Marlos Plizetxki

Age: 59 years

Gender: Male

Birthday: August 14th

Sign: Leo♌

Blood Type: B-

Marlos: Yeena.. wait..

Yeena: Huh?

Marlos: *sighs while he is holding a Box* If you're going to meet up Muriel..I'm still not ready to meet her.. so please.. give this to her..

Yeena:*takes the box* Yes Dad, thank you... And also... You can't be afraid to see her again forever, because you don't know when it would be too late for it..

Marlos: Yes... Go ahead.. please be careful.. i love you Yeena as well your Sisters.

Yeena:.. i love you too Dad..

Yeena Left her old home and taked a Taxi to the airport. During the Travel Yeena called Muriel after many time.

Yeena: Hey, Fluffy~

Muriel: Omg... Yeena!? Is that you?

Yeena: Muriel! Long time without talking!

M&Y: I Was so focused in my studies and work so i didn't called you-, oh Shit! Same!!.

Muriel: I've been working as a Psychiatrist

Yeena: Oh! That sounds Great! I've been working as Doctor.

Muriel: Oh my! that's wholesome!

Yeena: that means we are both Doctors, right Dr Muriel?

Muriel: That's right Dr Yeena.

Yeena: Hey i received your invitation and of course I'll go, Yoona it's better to her to not being there and Dad.. he is still guilty and ashamed to see you.

Muriel: Again? Gal, he needs a psychiatrist quickly but that's the problem.. *jokes* he is ashamed to see me

Yeena: Hehehe, I'll hope he recovers his confidence.

Muriel: Same too, I'll miss him.. just a little

Yeena: Muriel!

Muriel: Heh I'm joking, relax

Yeena: *sighs* I'll see you there, see you soon Fluffy.

Muriel: I'm waiting~

The Call ended and Yeena Taked a plane to Pac USA.

2 days later..

Pac United States/ Pacopolis City

2:04 pm

Yeena have arrived to the Pacopolis airport and meet up with the surprise that Muriel and her fiance Betrayus were waiting for her.

Muriel: Yeena!!!

Yeena: Fluffy!!!

*Both sisters hug eachother while their eyes were filled with full of Happiness Tears*

Muriel: I Can't believe that you're here! I missed you so much!

Yeena: I missed you too, I was wishing many nights to see you again!

Suddenly a waving tail came out from Muriel

Yeena: *Gasp* Muriel! Your Tail!

Muriel; Heheh Shit..

Betrayus acted quickly and covered Muriel's Tail by hugging her

Betrayus: Carefully Fluffyplum~

Yeena: *Smacks Muriel* Dang it Muriel You're still without any single sense of danger Dummy!

Muriel: Owww Sorry, Can you forwive me~?

Betrayus: Oww Mury~

Yeena: Thanks for covering her back for me dude

Betrayus: Heh, Thanks...Wow.. Mury, your sister is a white Sphere too?

Yeena: Oh my-, Fluffy your boyfriend is really a white sphere too? I thought that Pac USA didn't have any white sphere of that race just Pac Latin America.

Betrayus: Ouch.

Yeena: I'm sorry..

Betrayus: Just Kidding hehe

Muriel: *chuckles* Yes, she is more similar to my mother and Yes there are some in Pac USA but here are less

Betrayus: I see, well welcome to the Family Yeena.

Yeena: Aww thank you, Brother in law, it's such an honor

Betrayus: The honor is mine having my sister in law here.

After the conversation Betrayus and Muriel taked Yeena to their home where Santana was waiting for them.

Santana: Hey guys

Betrayus: Hey Santy!

Santana: Oh my! You most be one of Muriel's Sister... Uhum.. the good or the Bad?

Yeena:*chuckles* Booo~ the evil~

Santana: *laughs* Ok, this is the good!

Muriel: Heheh, Santana this is Yeena, Yeena this is Santana, my Sister in law.

Yeena: It's nice to meet you.

Santana: Nice too meet you too Darling~

Yeena and Santana started speaking about their siblings and how much important they are for them and yeah.. some gossips about her lifes.

Pacopolis

Ruby Cube Apartments, Door 66°

Yeena and Santana where sharing the second room, Yeena didn't managed to take a sleep yet.

Santana: What's wrong?

Yeena: N-Nothing... Just.. I'm lazy to take other plane when I already arrived by one~

Santana: you're not big fan of planes, don't ya?

Yeena: Kinda.. I'll always travel in plane because of my work but.. all that work travels, I'll take them alone, well I'll take it with my work mates, but don't get along with them in a friendship way because I'm not really interested, Im just focus on what I have to do.

Santana: And that Means this is the first travel which you will not be Alone.

Yeena: That's right... After all this years Im with her again..

Santana: I'll understand you girl, but don't worry.. what matters now is our younger siblings happiness

Yeena: Yeah, I can't even believe that she finally found someone who loves her and protects her so well.

Santana: Both needed from eachother that's what makes them so united.

Yeena: i literally have a day of meeting my brother in law... and he already won my approval.

Santana: Heheh i Wonder how~ *yawn* it's getting late.. good night~ *backs to sleep*

Yeena: Good night~...

To be Continued..

[killiansprincss]

Could This Be Us?

This is my work for @csjanuaryjoy​ this is my first year taking part and I’m excited to share with you all! I’ve made it my goal to write more this year and this seemed like the best way to do that goal! This is just a cute fluff missing scene that I hope brings you joy!

Also on A03

Summary: set in the few weeks before 4b when everything was clam, Emma and Killian agree to babysit Neal and Emma slowly begins to let down her walls and Killian becomes vulnerable. Pure fluff. Babysitting adventures.

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Emma was happy. The Snow Queen was gone and Gold was banished to the real world. There was nothing and nobody that could hurt them anymore. They could begin their normal life, well as normal as a town filled with fairytale characters could be. Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming and her boyfriend was Captain Hook, so it was a little crazy, but for the first time in her life, Emma was truly happy.

She goes downstairs to see her parents cooing over her baby brother. Again, still weird that she was 30 and the same age as her parents, and had a newborn baby brother. Even weirder that he was named after her dead ex boyfriend, but his death did allow them to defeat Zelena. And she couldn’t tell them the horrible things Neal did to her, it would only ruin their sense of hope and belief that everyone could be a hero.

“Morning Kid, want me to drive you to school?” Emma asks her son, as she pours her coffee.

Henry spent 4 days at the Apartment Lot with Emma and his grandparents, and the other 3 days at Regina’s. It was their best attempt at normality, and Henry seemed to like spending time with David, dropping not so subtle hints that he wanted to take up sword fighting lessons.

“It’s okay Mom. I think I’ll walk, Ivy is meeting me early as we’ve got our science project due today so we need to go over everything.” He tells her. He was getting pretty friendly to this Ivy girl, Emma was sure he had his first crush, but wouldn’t say anything in case she ruined anything.

Checking the time and realises she’s late, she takes a final sip of her coffee before saying, “I’ve gotta go. Killian’s helping out at the station today and I’m meeting him at Granny’s for breakfast.” It had become a weekly tradition to meet Killian for breakfast, she was getting him to try everything on the menu, and this week was Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup.

“Wait, Emma before you leave.” David says, picking up Neal from his crib. “We wanted to know if you and Hook would babysit tonight. We haven’t had a night to ourselves in a while.”

Emma smiles, “We would love to. And since when do you approve of Hook babysitting? Does this mean you like him now?”

David rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile from his face. Truth is he was warming to the fact that a pirate was dating his daughter, he was a good guy, he cared for Emma and he was proving day by day that he wasn’t the man he was years ago. “He’s still a pirate dating my daughter, so he’s under careful supervision. But if he makes you happy I’m not standing in your way.”

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“Morning love.” Killian waits for Emma outside the lot, which he really didn’t have to do seeing as he lives in the room he rents at Granny’s.

She gives him a quick kiss, and takes his hand as they start walking. “So my parents have asked us to babysit my brother tonight. I told them we would, I hope that’s okay.”

Killian gives Emma a worried look. “Just so you know Swan, I know nothing about babies, I’m not so sure how helpful I can be.”

Emma smiles at her boyfriend, he could’ve easily said no, but he didn’t. “That’s okay. I didn’t raise Henry, I also don’t know the first thing about babies, so it’ll be an adventure for both of us.”

Killian was so lucky. He truly was the luckiest man in the universe. He never imagined Emma would be with him in the way that she is. He also never imagine he would help look after her baby brother with her. If Liam could see him now, he hoped he would be proud.

They walk into Granny’s hand and hand and sit down in the booth. Emma orders them both Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, and waits patiently to see what he thinks of them. She shows him that he has to cut into the fluffy circle stack and pour the syrup all over them, the more syrup the better.

His eyes go wide as he chews and realises it’s delicious. “It’s so sweet. This is breakfast food?”

Emma laughs as she digs into her plate. “Oh yeah it’s breakfast all right. I don’t know what you eat for breakfast in the Enchanted Forest but we have many sweet options in this world.”

“Much better than the things I was eating whilst at sea.” He says as he pours even more syrup onto the pancakes.

“And what was that, Rum and more Rum?” She teases as she takes a bite off her plate.

“Ha-Ha Swan. Contrary to your belief, I did eat actual food as a pirate. Not nearly as sweet as this though, it consisted of dried fruits and nuts, then once we docked into port, we were able to have bread and other fresh pastry delicacies.” He chooses to leave out that in Neverland his diet did consist mainly of Rum and non poisonous fruit from the Island.

Emma smiles. This is what happiness looks like. Watching her pirate boyfriend eating Pancakes for the first time. She could get used to it.

/\/\/\/\/\/\

That night, Killian comes over around 6. Her parents had decided to go to a restaurant in town that wasn’t Granny’s, but after constant reminding that Emma had their number to call should anything go wrong. Not that it would. Hopefully.

Emma’s donned her leather jacket for some comfy clothes, leggings and an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun. Not her usual sheriff, or saviour look. Killian however is still in his modern leather jacket and jeans, not quite understanding that babysitting would be much easier in comfy clothes.

“Here, put these on.” She tosses him a pair of David’s clothes, sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, hopefully her dad won’t mind, he did say he was liking Hook more and more every day.

“Swan, the clothes in your world are utterly ridiculous.” He says as comes out of the bathroom, looking a lot less like a pirate, and more like a man.

Emma smiles, she had to say he looked good in sweatpants. “Trust me if Neal pukes all over you, it’s a lot easier to get it out of an old t shirt that it would out of leather.”

Killian looked vulnerable. For the first time really. She’d seen him in a lot less clothing before, but she never noticed how vulnerable it makes him look. Underneath all the leather, was a man who had been broken before.

He looks down at his Hook, “do you want me to take this off?”

Emma immediately tells him no. “I don’t see why you should. It’s a part of you, and he’s gonna have to get used to it.”

Killian smiles, the little prince will have to get used to it. Because he’s not going anywhere, he’s sticking around. He will never leave Emma like all those before.

“So where is the Little Prince then?” He asks.

Emma leads him over to the crib in the corner of the room, “Do you want to hold him?”

Emma trusts him. Wholeheartedly. So he agrees to hold the baby.

Neal fusses at first in Killians arms, but he fusses with everyone. He just needs to get used to it.

“Am I doing it okay Swan?” Killian asks as he fusses, but he isn't crying which is a good thing.

“You're doing great.” Emma smiles at him. This was a rare sight, Captain Hook in sweatpants holding a baby. Emma was getting butterflies in her stomach looking at it. She and Killian had been together for a few months now but she could already see a future with him. Being with him was so different than it ever was with Neal, even Walsh, despite it being all fake, was so different to Killian. He never tried to shower her with gifts or presents or big romantic gestures like Walsh. Killian was just there, by her side. And that's all she wanted.

“I think the Little Prince likes me.” Kilian beams as Neal starts laughing at the faces Killian was pulling.

It was scary. Emma was sure she was in love with him. She just couldn’t bring herself to say the words out loud. Because as soon as she said them, things would change between them and it would become real. When she told Neal she loved him, he left her. Killian wouldn't leave, she knows that. But it still scares her.

“Oh no. No. Swan. What’s happening, why is the little lad crying?” Killian asks frantically, starting to panic that he was doing something wrong.

“He’s hungry,” Emma tells him, grabbing his bottle from the counter. “This should be warm enough by now.”

Killian takes the bottle and gets Neal to drink.

“You gotta make sure you’re holding his head, it’s sensitive at this age.” Emma says making his arm support her brother's head.

“You’re good at this you know.” He says as she helps him. “How is it you know all this?”

“Just watching my mom do it really. Also, my cursed memories of me raising Henry. Even though it didn’t happen, I remember learning everything from the books. I remember staying up all night when he cried, and learning how to be a mother at barely 18.” She decided to confide in him, she’s never told anyone about her cursed memories, or about her time in prison, but she feels like she can confide in him, tell him anything without being judged.

“I was 17 when I gave birth, cursed or not, I turned 18 a month later and a few weeks after that I was released from prison. It wasn’t my finest moment, but in my cursed memories I had Henry to keep me going. When I woke up and got my memories back, it made me wish I never gave him up. Because those 12 years were the best 12 years of my life.”

It feels good to open up. She’s letting him in slowly, but it feels nice. He doesn’t pry, he doesn’t ask too many questions, he just listens to her.

“After our father abandoned us, Liam practically raised me. I felt empty and hurt, but Liam, he was there even in my darkest days. The best years of my life was when we were in the Navy together, before it all went wrong.”

They were two halves of the same coin, both abandoned and lost everyone they ever cared about. But together they were healing, both themselves and each other.

“I think he likes you!” Emma says wiping her tears away as Neal becomes fascinated with Killian's Hook.

Killian looks down at the little prince in his arms to see him trying to grab his Hook with his tiny little fingers. “Everyone likes me Swan. I’m not surprised your brother does too.”

“I didn’t like you at first.” Emma teases.

“Aye but my charming wits and looks won you over eventually.” He teases back, causing the smile that he loves to see.

It would be so easy in this moment to say the three words. Killian knew it the moment she kissed him back in Neverland, and in the missing year he realised how much he loved her when he thought he’d never see her again. But he knows better. If he said the words right now, it would cause a rift, and maybe cause her to run. So he doesn’t, he will wait for her to say the words first. He’ll wait forever to hear her say it, it doesn’t matter. As long as they’re together.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it Swan!” He speaks too soon as he begins to rock the little prince to sleep, he decides to bring up the contents of his tiny stomach all over Killian.

Emma tries not to laugh, but she can’t help it as laughter fills the lot.

She takes Neal from Killian so he can clean the sick off his shirt, “told you this would be a better idea, imagine trying to get that off your leather vest. There's another one of David shirts on top of the dryer, you can put the dirty shirt in the basket with the other dirty laundry.”

Looking after her baby brother with her 300 year old boyfriend is honestly not even the weirdest thing about her life at the moment. But it’s something that she never thought she would be doing, she was 17 when she gave Henry up and she thought she would never want kids, or even be ready after that. But just seeing how good Killian was with her brother, it got her thinking could she want this life? It wasn’t off the table. A baby with her hair and Killians eyes. Maybe one day.

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“He won’t stop crying. Why won’t he stop crying?” Emma cries. They had been trying to settle him for almost an hour now and she’s getting tired. If this was a recurring thing then maybe having a baby of her own wasn’t something she wanted. Especially as it was barely 8.30.

“What else can we try?” Killian asks with Neal in his arms trying to send him to sleep by rocking him slowly.

“I don’t suppose you know a lullaby?” Emma asks, half joking, not really expecting him to.

Except he starts to sing, or hum a melody. It’s quiet enough that she can’t hear the lyrics properly, but Neal seems to like it. So much so that it stirs him off to sleep.

Emma’s really impressed. “That doesn’t sound like a sea shanty. Since when does Captain Hook know a lullaby?”

“My mother used to sing it to me and Liam. Before she died that is.” He tells her, putting Neal down slowly into his crib.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don't be, love. It was a long time ago.”

“Can you tell me about her?” She asks.

“I was 5 when she died, Liam was 8. I don’t remember much about her, Liam probably remembers more. But I know she was tough, she wouldn’t have taken my fathers bullshit. She used to sing that to Liam and I every night before we went to sleep. I sang it to myself sometimes on the Jolly in Neverland after Liam died. It comforted me.” He brushes it off as if it’s nothing, similar to how Emma talks about her past. She takes his hand and interweines their fingers as she leads them back to the couch.

“I like hearing stories about your past. About your pre-pirate days. Reminds me you weren’t always cursed.”

She wraps her fingers around his Hook, she’s never been afraid of it. Or afraid of the man attached to the Hook. She can’t help but imagine one day a baby with her hair and his eyes fiddling with his Hook the way her brother did tonight. And that’s scary.

Emma has a way of seeing the good in him, despite his cruel actions she sees beyond it, sees the pain it’s caused him in the past few years as he attempts to better himself. “I certainly was cursed with bad luck but sadly my actions were of my own accord. But I’ll tell you one story of the time Liam and I got caught in a storm at sea. Liam was a Lieutenant at that point and wanted to prove he could handle it, the stubborn arse.”

And so he tells her stories of his time in the Navy. He tells her anything she wants to hear, and he realises this is the first time anyone has really asked about Liam, or his past. The women he spent the night with back in the Enchanted Forest, well they never did much talking. And with Milah, she was focused on forgetting her past so didn’t care much to ask about his.

“I wish you could’ve met him. He would’ve loved you.” It’s nice, speaking about Liam, telling her the stories he hasn’t really ever told anyone-or thought about in centuries.

Snow and Charming return a few hours later, to find their daughter and Hook asleep on the couch, Emma’s head resting on the Pirates chest. Snow smiles at the sight, and even David isn’t appalled at the sight either, appreciating that his daughter is happy. Snow grabs a blanket and covers the two of them.

“Is that my shirt?” David whisper screams at his wife seeing the pirate wearing his clothes.