#and then giving them the silent treatment? yeah siblings

[just-a-queer-crow]

My thoughts on Chimney Punching Buck:

Okay so I’ve seen a lot of Chimney hatred becuz of this scene in particular and it upsets me becuz Chimney was right. I said it.

Now do i think him punching buck was right? No. Do i think he had his reasons and took them out it the wrong fashion? Yes.

Everyone seems to think that Chimney was being irrational in this situation and Buck was a holy saint who did nothing wrong. No. Buck was wrong this time.

Let’s look at Maddie. Maddie has been alone for years. Her parents abandoned her for their grief and she had to raise Buck alone, and then she entered an abusive relationship where she couldn’t get help for years. She was never wanted or desired. And yes Buck loved her but he was a child and couldnt provide the love she deserved.

Maddie running away from Chim and Jee was becuz she felt like she didnt deserve them. She didn’t feel like she was worth saving.

She NEEDED someone to run after her. To show her that she IS wanted, she IS needed.

Buck kept her location a secret from Chim becuz he still looks up to her like a child would to a parent in some ways. He has a bit of a hero worship for her in some ways and doesnt really understand the extent to which she needs help becuz shes been such a strong figure for him their entire life and hasnt really let him see her be weak.

Chimney on the other hand HAS seen her at her worst and knows her intimately. He knows she needs someone to love her with their entire being and thats what he did by running after her. She needed to know she wasn’t alone and Chim did that for her.

And Chim punching Buck was when he was at the height of his emotional breakdown. He was terrified, upset, probably running on very little sleep, of course he was going to snap. I don’t think he should’ve punched Buck but i don’t that makes him the devil.

And neither does him ignoring Buck. He’s obviously frustrated becuz thats his everything right there and he cant find her. She could be dead for all he knows and Buck kept it from him.

Both of them have their flaws in this situation but Chim knew what Maddie needed and Buck didn’t. And Buck’s not in the wrong for not seeing that, he just didn’t know and needed to learn that.

[mangocustard16]

SEVENTEEN AS YOUR OLDER BROTHERS

genre: fluff, humor, banter(i tried) warnings: cursing, playful sibling banter wc: 910ish a/n: thank you anon! and please reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated✿

seungcheol

he would fit well into the caring and protective older brother type. takes you out to eat all the tasty food he had with members. also classic in asian big brother fashion he would tease you to the point where you are pulling at your hair in frustration, but the moment someone else tries to talk shit about you! OH! he is throwing hands

jeonghan

the type of brother who eats the ramen you cooked for yourself (true beauty han seojun reference) he would make a fuss about you sitting in your room with a BOY. "he is not my boyfriend!" "then come out and sit in the living room you idiot" definitely the one who suggested the open-door policy

joshua

he could compete with your parents on who could spoil you more. buys you all sorts of gifts and sweets when he's on tour. like literally, homeboy had to buy another suitcase just so he could fit everything he bought. he gives you advice when you need it and even when you don't need it, and supports you in anything you do.

junhui

the type of brother who cried on all your graduation days yes, even elementary. growing up in different countries, he would be the type to ask you, how your school work was going and if you were keeping up with your studies with tears streaming down both of your faces. the type to send you gifts for scoring good marks in your weaker subjects

hoshi

he is the older brother who acts more like the maknae of the family. you would have to constantly remind him about putting his clothes in the laundry basket and might even have to stay up late because he forgot his project was due the next day. you would love your brother to bits but he will annoy the living shit out of you

wonwoo

he is very laid-back and easy to talk to. You could tell him all your secrets, and he would give you advice. is tired of deleting 139904 pics of you in the same pose off his phone and makes sure you can hear him whine about it but makes sure that he backs up about 3 of them

woozi

woozi is protective, but he also gives you your space and lets you make your own decisions. lots and lotsss of stupid arguments and silent treatments. definitely the type to take the blame if your parents were mad at you. if something was going wrong at home he would be over straight away, even if his schedule was packed.

dokyeom

another fake older brother spotted. he would probably embarrass you in front of the guys you like, just a little, and just for fun because he would never approve of anyone you ever bring back home. he knows that you look up to him, and this is what pushes him to keep going. the type of brother to wake you up by creating a ruckus and running around playing the sogo.

mingyu

we all know how mingyu and his younger sister talk to each other, that's just the way it is all the time. CURSE WORDS, CURSE WORDS, AND CURSE WORDS flying all across the house, across the table EVERYWHERE. but the moment someone tries to talk shit about you, mingyu is gonna make sure those are the last words coming out of their mouths

the8

the most chill brother of them all, still quite protective but knows that you can protect yourself, but is there in the back just in case. growing up apart made him cherish you so much more. showering you with gifts, giving you princess treatment cuz you are his little princess. saved up his breakfast money in elementary school to buy you the bubble machine for your birthday.

seungkwan

he would be wholesome and annoying at the same time as a brother. always interested in your business, "who are you talking to?" "you shouldn't talk to her i heard she's a bitch. Yeah". he loves to GOSSIP. if you both were in the same school, he would tell you all the gossip. he would also tail you to your class and would be waiting outside afterward so that you both could continue your argument.

vernon

cannot argue with you for the love of god because you understand each other too well. but whenever you argue it is about the pettiest things. "how DARE you eat the last slice it was mine". literally scares off every boyfriend you have ever had. holds you and pats your back when things get overwhelming. also the brother who convinces your parents for anything you want

dino

this boy nags you more than your parents. "look at your watch. what time is it huh? don't you see it is dark outside? when were you planning on coming home if i hadn't called you?" the only way he stops is when you throw a pillow right at his face. the type of brother to change your wallpaper to scare you. fighting him is like fighting a wall both verbally and physically. cuz this man is built like a wall and when he knows it is indeed his fault he just closes his door and refuses to listen. makes up by getting you mc donalds.

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[boltupbitches]

Being a kecle and dating nick bosa and having both brother give her the silent treatment or they blow up on her till. nick goes and talks to them like after each time he's played them so he wouldn't even talk to Jason til the championship game

Welcome to the Family - Nick Bosa x kelce!sister

(sibling cold shoulder stuff; SFW)

His girlfriend didn't make the trip to Philadelphia to see him play against Eagles. She was back at their home in Santa Clara, nursing a bad cold and holing herself up in guest bedroom away from Nick to prevent him catching her cold during the playoffs.

Nick thought it was ridiculous. She was very sick at first, causing him to consider not even playing in the Dallas game until she chewed him out for it. He was worried about her and the cold she caught, but couldn't seem to shake off.

He was moments away from contacting Mrs. Kelce when his girlfriend finally let up and allowed him to come in the room if he promised to keep a distance and didn't try to kiss her.

Now, she was feeling much better and he was relieved about that, but he was still worried about her. Thankfully one of his teammate's girlfriends, who didn't make the trip either for personal reasons, stopped in to check on her.

He was now in the middle of chatting to his mom and brother before it was time to head out of the hotel when he heard a woman's voice call his name.

He turned around to see the warm, smiling face of Donna Kelce staring back at him.

He was surprised at the sight of her before smiling and accepting the hug she offered him. "Hi, Mrs. Kelce! Great to see you."

She chuckled and chided him, "Now Nick, we spoke about this the last time you saw me. You can call me Donna."

Nick turned and looked to his mother and brother who were watching on curiously. "Mrs. Kelce - Donna, this is my mother, Cheryl Bosa, and my older brother, Joey. Guys this is Donna Kelce. Angie's mom."

Both parties greeted each other warmly, Nick's mom complimenting the split jersey Mrs Kelce was wearing in support of both of her son's playing today.

"I spoke with Angie on the phone a bit ago. I had no idea she was sick!"

Nick nodded and sighed, "Yeah she's been stubborn about it all. She kept herself locked in the guest bedroom the last two weeks, but finally let up about it this past week and let me in to take care of her. She thinks she picked it up at work since it's going around."

Mrs. Kelce nodded, knowing just how stubborn her youngest child was. "Yes, that's definitely something she has in common with Travis. Well - Jason too. They're all stubborn brats at times." She joked.

Nick nodded, saying nothing to the last part, but agreeing whole-heartedly.

His relationship with the Kelce brothers was odd. Her parents were friendly and greeted him with open arms. Her brothers did not.

Travis was the first to finally accept and come to terms that his sister was dating a fellow NFL player, and approached Nick after the 49ers loss earlier in the season to the Chiefs.

Travis had approached him and shook his hand after the game, saying, "Tell Angie I'm stopping by tonight before we fly out tomorrow."

Nick nodded and they parted ways.

That night, Travis sulked a bit at the couple's kitchen table as his sister chewed him out for being an asshole the last couple of months. Nick said nothing and stayed out of it.

Neither man was surprised when she then got to serving dinner and asked to say grace together. That was just Angie's way.

Things were good after that. Sure, they weren't best friends, but an understanding and respect formed between the two of them with Travis even occasionally reaching out to congratulate him on his team's win.

It was just Jason.

Who was still being, "a stubborn asshole whose ass I will kick," according to Angie.

Nick had yet to meet the older brother personally, but knew the man didn't care for him.

Mrs. Kelce gave him another hug again, telling him good luck and saying goodbye to his family as she made her way out of the hotel.

His mom complimented her decision to stop by and greet him.

He appreciated it too.

-----

Nick was deeply upset and hurt as he limped his way off the field. It was crushing to lose so badly like this.

It was if the well oiled machine of the 49ers just came apart in the span of minutes the second Brock went out and Johnson came on.

Everyone there or watching knew it too.

They injury on his ankle was just the icing on the fucking cake.

Just as he was getting ready to leave the field and find refuge in the locker room, wanting so bad to just go back to his girlfriend, he was interrupted by a hand clapping his left shoulder.

He looked up in irritation, both at being interrupted from his gloom and at himself for not realizing someone was likely calling his name just moments ago.

He was surprised to see the serious face of Jason Kelce staring back.

Both were quiet for a moment before Jason held his hand out to him, "Good game, man. I'm sorry it didn't turn out in your favorite tonight. You guys have been killing it all season."

Nick cleared his throat and accepted the handshake. "Thanks. Yeah.. I guess that's just football." He said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to his girlfriend's oldest brother.

He had overheard the phone argument that day she had with Jason, and had heard the stuff Jason said about him.

He was pissed for the longest time over that, but soon realized that it wasn't really about him at the end of the day personally, but just a man trying to look out for his baby sister.

Still, this was awkward.

"Look," Jason stared away for a minute before looking back at him, trying to ignore the loud cheering of the stadium around them. This wasn't the best place to hold a conversation, but he clearly wanted to do it now and Nick, while exhausted, knew it was pretty important too. "I've been an asshole. I'm sorry for the shit I said to Angie about you and your character. I'm sorry I upset her and made her cry too. She's my baby sister and I am always prepared to step in when necessary. I know that's not much of a consolidation in all of this, but I am sorry for causing any strain on your guys relationship. It wasn't right."

Nick just stared at him for a moment or two, processing what he was saying, before responding back, "I get it dude. I really do. Things have been tough and if I had a younger sister, I couldn't imagine how protective I'd be too of her. Just know she means a lot to me and I'd never go out of my way to cause her hurt."

Jason nodded and reached his hand out once more, "I'm glad we could talk a bit. I don't want to hold you up any longer as I see cameras coming this way. I'll reach out to Angie tonight. I know she's going to have a shit ton of stuff to say to me when I do, but I'm ready for it. We'll need to link up at some point."

"For sure." Nick said.

They shook hands again and parted ways.

Nick was still in his head as he made it off the field and to the guest locker room, muting out the noise around him as he thought about what just happened.

He knew the cameras were recording for a distance as both of them spoke, and he knew Angie was likely watching from home and saw it too.

He was sure his phone was blowing up with texts from her.

After he finished showering and changed, he took a seat in front of his locker as he watched his teammates solemnly pack up and change quickly to get the hell out of that stadium.

He had a few minutes before he had to go talk with the media.

He opened his messages and immediately saw Angie's at the top.

Angelina 🤪 I'm so sorry baby. :(

What did Jason say to you? I will fly out there and kick his fucking ass! Let me make sure I pack my inhaler tho

That was over an hour ago and Nick for a split second was worried that she would be crazy enough to fly out here just to rip her brother a new one.

He quickly texted her back.

Nicholas 🐻 Thank you, babe. And he actually was apologizing. He said he'd be calling you later to see about getting together to clear the air.

You feeling any better?

Her response was immediate

Angelina 🤪 I am feeling a bit better than earlier. I'm glad to know it wasn't him being an asshole. Cause he knows I will come out there if I have too.

Nick quietly chuckled a bit to himself at that, knowing how true it was.

Just then his name was called to go out and speak to the press. He sighed and slipped his phone into his pocket as he got up.

While his season was now over as well as his team's chance at the Super Bowl, he'd take the personal win of making amends with his girlfriend's older brother.

Now, if only Angie doesn't kill him when he tells her his plans of not attending the Super Bowl..

[fitrahgolden]

WEARY MEMORY: 11 - ONE MEMORY THAT I CHOOSE TO CARRY

[NOTE: CW - Pregnancy, discussions of birth control and postpartum depression, and non-graphic depictions of early stage labour (no complications).]

Anthony sat bolt upright, mouth agape. Kate sat up as well, facing him on her knees. When several moments passed without him saying anything, she grew concerned.

“Anthony?”

“You’re pregnant?”

She exhaled. “Yes.”

“Wha… When did you find out?”

“Yesterday. Well, Monday, technically. I’ve been taking tests all week. I took the last one yesterday.”

Anthony fell silent again and Kate grabbed his hands and intertwined their fingers.

“What do you want to do?” It seemed as if it took all his strength to push the question out. He slowly looked up at her. “Are you happy about this?”

Kate bit her lip as she thought. “The first couple of days, all I could feel was shock, honestly. I definitely wasn't expecting to win this kind of lottery.” She chuckled wryly at the thought of being one of the less than one percent of people with an IUD who get pregnant. “I just kept taking tests. And thinking about us. Thinking about the kids. Adding a baby to all this change we're going through, it's…a lot, to say the very least.”

“Yeah,” Anthony whispered, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.

“And then…” she took a deep breath.

“You thought about what happened after Kav.”

Kate nodded.

“You're scared it's going to happen again?”

“Yeah.” A few moments passed before she spoke again, with more confidence. “So, I called my therapist, got back in touch with my psychiatrist, and read a shit ton about PPD after subsequent pregnancies.”

“Good.” Anthony nodded. “That’s good. Did that help?”

Kate shifted forward so she could sit on his lap. “It helped. It's helping. We could handle it. If it happens, I could handle it. We'd know the signs this time. We'd know which treatments worked for me before.” She pet his cheek. “It may not even happen,” she said quietly, with hope.

Anthony pressed his eyes shut as he rested his forehead to Kate's. “Does that mean you want this, Kit?”

Kate gave him a quick kiss. “I want this, Anthony. But not if I'm alone in that.” She looked into his eyes, the unasked question hanging between them.

“You aren't alone.”

“So, you…”

“I want to have another baby with you. We can do this.”

“We can do this,” she echoed.

“And we're going to do this.”

“We are.”

“We're having a baby.”

Kate giggled. “Yes.”

“Holy shit.” Anthony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight. He rocked them from side to side as he kissed her hair.

Kate turned to look at him and pointed a finger to his chest. “This is the last time, Bridgerton. You must have inherited your father's fertility, and I am not having eight children. We apparently need a second line of defence. So, I'm going to need you to take care of that after this baby is born.”

“I will, I promise.” He was smirking.

“Ugh, you do not get to be smug about this.” She climbed off of him and laid down.

“I bested an IUD!”

“I hate you.”

“I don't think you do, Kit.” Anthony snuggled in behind her. “You're having my love child.”

“The absolute nerve, going against science like that,” she mumbled. “It's just plain rude, is what it is.”

—

After Kate told Anthony, they basically had no choice but to tell everyone else right away. It was as though saying the words out loud was all her body needed to start looking pregnant. Not that it was terribly surprising that she was showing so early. It was her fourth child, after all.

Telling the kids went relatively smoothly. Kaveri thanked her parents for giving her a baby. Maaran's only concern seemed to be keeping his room. Edmund was the biggest surprise. He hadn't said much of anything when everyone was gathered together in the living room, but later that night, there was a knock on their bedroom door. Edmund wanted to let them know in private that he loved being a big brother, and he was excited to have another sibling to take care of. Kate burst into tears, and Anthony tried his best to convince their son that she was happy.

—

Anthony stood in his blue suit underneath a tent next to the pond on his family’s property in Kent. Maaran stood to his left in coordinating blues, chest puffed up with the pride of being his father’s best man. He looked out in front of him at the small gathering of only their closest friends and family. It was perfect. Or, it would be soon. Three very important people were yet to join them.

Kate had been adamant about having the wedding during her second trimester. After she stopped feeling ill all the time, but before she was too annoyed with still being pregnant to be particularly good company.

Anthony’s jaw ticked with restlessness, but immediately relaxed again as he gasped. Kaveri skipped into the tent, a basket of flower petals in hand. He watched his soon to be second youngest as she paused at the opposite end of the aisle and primly fluffed her poofy white dress. ”If you can’t see Amma’s dress yet because it’s too special, you can’t see mine, either, Dad.” She gave herself a pep talk that was no doubt for her ears only before pointing to her cousin Auggie, who was in charge of the music. Auggie gave her a thumbs up and dutifully skipped to the next track. Finally, Kaveri danced down the aisle, twirling as she dramatically threw petals. About ninety percent of them landed on the wedding guests instead of the ground. Once she got to the front she threw more directly at Maaran, Anthony, and the officiant. Anthony was grateful for a reason to laugh to save himself from crying. He picked his daughter up, meaning to give her a kiss, but received a raspberry from her instead. He set Kaveri down, and she ran to her Paatti Mary to drop off her basket before assuming her second role as maid of honour, standing opposite her father and brother.

“I did really good!” she cheered.

Well, that did it. The first tear fell as Anthony nodded at her and put a finger up to his mouth. Kaveri paid no heed.

“Dad, look! She’s coming!”

Anthony’s stomach dropped before he even looked back down the aisle. Once he did, he was certain staying upright throughout the ceremony wasn’t going to be an easy feat.

Edmund, looking nervous but determined in his own blue suit, moved down the aisle. And on his arm was Kate, kissing her son on the cheek and whispering something to him, before looking ahead, meeting Anthony’s gaze. She looked amazing–and ridiculously out of his league–in a floor length form fitting lace gown. Her hair was down, at his request, and she wore a crown of flowers that matched Kaveri’s.

The walk seemed to take an eternity, but finally, she was in front of him. Ned held out his hand for Anthony to shake. He grabbed it and pulled his son in for a tight hug.

“I love you, Ned.”

“I love you, too, Dad.”

At least Edmund was crying, too.

Anthony looked to Kate again as their son joined their hands before taking his place on the other side of Maaran.

“Hello, Mrs. Sharma-Bridgerton.”

“Uh-uh. I'm Ms. for about ten more minutes.” Kate reached up and thumbed away his tears.

Anthony placed a hand on her bump, “Are you alri–?”

“Anthony…” Kate warned. “Not right now. You promised a week of no hovering.”

“Right.” He took a deep breath, grasping both her hands. “You’re my home, Kate,” he whispered. “Thank you for letting me back in.”

“Should you have saved that for the vows?” she teased.

“No,” he said simply. “That part was just for you.”

—

After tea was the dancing Kaveri demanded. By the evening, the last of their family and guests had left, and Anthony and Kate officially started their honeymoon–a child free week alone at Aubrey Hall.

—

“Is this OK? Do you need anything right now?”

“No, don't go anywhere.”

Kate was leaning forward into Anthony's embrace, resting her head on his chest as she swayed from side to side on the birthing ball she was straddling. They'd arrived at the birthing centre five hours ago, leaving Edmund with instructions to call either of his grandmothers if he or his siblings needed anything.

“What the fuck is taking her so long? Your mum had me believing she'd just shoot right out of me as soon as the contractions started. She claimed that’s what happened with Daphne.”

Anthony grimaced. “Lovely visual.”

“Shut up.”

Kate fisted Anthony's shirt with both hands as she keened through another contraction. Anthony rocked with her and rubbed her back while he looked at his watch.

“Fucking hell,” she gasped as it passed. “That had to be sixty seconds.”

“Only about forty, I'm afraid,” Anthony said with a wince.

“Surely that's close enough.”

“Not according to our midwife.”

“Well, who put him in charge?”

“You did, love.”

“Oh, right. He's quite lovely and more than competent, actually.”

“He really is.”

Kate sucked her teeth. “Still. I swear to God, Mary Violet Sharma-Bridgerton. You'd better be here by tonight.”

“Or what?”

There was a long pause before Kate muttered in Tamil, punctuated by another “Shut up.”

Within a few minutes, another contraction started. Kate whimpered into Anthony's shoulder.

“Do you want to bounce? Let's try bouncing.”

“Alright,” Kate groaned, following Anthony's up and down movements.

“Well done, Kit. And that was forty six seconds, as well!”

Kate smiled weakly and resumed swaying.

“I never stopped being in love with you, Anthony.” Kate's voice sounded far away.

“Kit?”

“I'm alright. Just going to my happy place. You're there. It's just you and me. Don't tell Kav.”

They stayed silent for a while, Anthony massaging Kate's hips as she rolled them in circles.

“I never stopped being in love with you, either, Kit.”

“I think we just misplaced it in all of the mess.”

“Yeah.” Anthony kissed her forehead.

“Let's keep better track of it this time.”

Anthony backed up just enough to look Kate in the eye. 

“Kathani Kaveri Sharma-Bridgerton, I promise you that we will never lose track of each other again.”

[NOTE: Thank you to everyone who read this. Keep an eye out for a one shot in this universe coming soon.]

[foxofsunholt]

May I ask to how exactly our brother treated us? Was it just general neglect or much worse? What was he like as we knew him?

Some of it is a little more implied than overt—overtly, your sibling (can be a man or a woman or nb) insulted you at most turns and was open with their dislike of you. It ranges from berating to criticizing to passive agressive silent treatment. BUT, that was when they were also a child—which begs the question, where were they learning how to do that?

I got in my thoughts about this so under the cut as to not clog dashes!

When they got older, they stopped with the remarks and remained cold, aloof and controlling. They wanted you to listen to them and got angry when you didn’t; though not as vicious now at all. Trying to coral your younger sibling when you’re a traumatized child yourself is a hard thing to deal with. If anything though, your sibling did not neglect you at all. They always got you food and prioritized your shelter and well-being. It just happened while they were calling you an idiot or refusing to give you any shred of familial affection, especially after the loss of your mother, who was always kind and gentle with you.

Your sibling is certainly in the wrong for treating you the way that they did: insulting you, getting upset if you didn’t listen to them, trying to do what they want and what they thing is best and doubting and deeming you if you didn’t, refusing you any kind of emotional care. They have their reasons, but there is no excuse. They were incapable of being a caretaker, they didn’t have the emotional tools for it, but they were forced into the role and did only what they knew how to do. The older they got, the “kinder” they became—the more you two just stopped trying to talk to each other and they stopped being openly insulting towards your choices. By the end of your 12 year journey together, you two had reached a strained understanding of each other and mostly how to avoid pissing off the other person and left it at that.

OKAY SO I think an easy way--or at least how I think of this in my head--is through a series of questions. How would a child who has gone through trauma, been raised with anger, treat their sibling who they feel has lived a better life than them? If you are a child, and you are forced to raise another child, how do you feel? Your sibling has grown resentful of you--they didn't want you. They don't want you. Yet, they understand that they have to take care of you. And you, a young child, are needy and demanding--you are a child who just lost the two most important people in your life, what else are you going to be? It's two children who have been abandoned by the world, how are they going to treat each other? Neither of them have the tools to be mature. Neither of them should be. You and your sibling were never given the opportunity to grow.

This is in part inspired by my own relationship with my older brother, and my experiences as a younger sibling. If any of you know the feeling of being raised by another sibling, then perhaps you understand more of what I mean when I say "controlling". It's the very distinct feeling of someone else, someone who is not wholly mature, trying to raise you and make you act in the ways that they were forced to act. Your sibling thought you were annoying, yeah. You are ~6 years younger than them (the age gap might change but for now it is 6 years) and they do not possess the maturity or patience for someone your age. They don't want to be doing this.

The way they have treated you is in line with someone who did not ask to be saddled with your care--at least, that's how they see it.

This is all I can say now. You’ll see a lot more of them in game and learn and form your own opinion of them. In some cases, they do apologize for the way that they treated you; you don’t have to accept that apology. In some cases, you might learn what their childhood was like from their eyes.

[lovepmd]

An Explorers!Hero who has late night discussions with Partner about their opinions on some things. They are still learning how to be a Pokémon, what being a human meant, and dealing with this jumble of memories they have sometimes. It’s small things that come to them.

Team does a babysitting “request” (were begged) for the oldest sibling of like twelve just so the eldest kid can sleep—heard someone in the guild comment how the Team basically got a free day and did the work for free. Oldest should have stepped up. Later on, Hero is silently fuming until Partner asks what’s wrong—“The worst part about being a teenager, and the eldest, is that you have the responsibilities of an adult while still being treated like a kid. You are expected to be the perfect example, to always be willing to watch the younger siblings. Yeah, the eldest should try to lead by example. But they also shouldn’t be the second or third parent all the time. Everyone needs time yo decompress.”

Someone complained that Partner did most of the talking for Hero while they just stood silent by the side—“Half the time I have too many thoughts in my head to say what I mean. The other half I am judging the current mood and trying to phrase my words in a way that won’t cause more of a fuss. Every first impression always paints you in a specific way.”

After the Perfect Apple Incident:

Hero didn’t say a single thing after being reprimanded by Chatot for failing the assignment. They only speak up once after Skuntank presents the lone perfect apple—“You must love to eat Perfect Apples like Guildmaster Wigglytuff if you happen to have a spare one now of all times.” They rarely ever address Chatot outside the bare minimum after this—always defaulting to a formal “yes, sir” “no, sir” in a completely neutral tone. Keeps their face as blank as the possibly can… Never directly toeing the line of any insubordination.

Now, the Hero might have just been as annoyed as the Partner about the ninety percent cut from any monetary rewards. (It was no secret they kept a log thoroughly tracking any Poke and rewards received from every request.) But for two whole weeks(?), gone are the days of Hero analyzing the guildmembers biological skills and strengths. Gone are the hellos, good morning, could you give us advice about *insert problem encountered on last dungeon crawl*, to Chatot.

Those nighttime discussions with the Partner had evolved into self-critiquing after dinner which included the other apprentices.

this is just me as explorers!hero

but yes, random tidbits of memories and emotions from their past crop up in interesting ways and they like to talk about it with partner late at night cuz it helps them out with sorting their thoughts and partner is interested in hearing all about it

and 100% to the sort of silent treatment they'd give to chatot after the perfect apple incident

[stregoniconiconii]

no bases for this but i feel like stobin would give the same reaction to people assuming they are siblings as they would to people assuming they are romantic partners (a blank stare)

anybody talking to them receives that treatment..like how dare you interrupt them (they were just chilling next to each other but u interrupted their silent telepathic conversation) lmaooo but yeah I dont really think they conceptualise each other as siblings...they are simply best buds

[unknwnxquantity]

My dad gives me the silent treatment a lot more now, especially this past year. He knows it hurts me. He used to do it to my sister everyday of her existence growing up. He was an absolute monster to my sister. He was so abusive. Mentally emotionally, physically sometimes but not really. It was more intimidation tactics. But now that he’s older he’s more of a shell of the craziness that he was. But now bc I don’t live as close, it’s easier for him to find any way to be upset with me. It’s only until I say something mean to him through text or manipulative or make a joke countering his immaturity to make it look like the narrative is in my control, is when I get a response and we become good again. My mom and sister always point out, he can never be on good terms with all of my siblings at the same time. He finds some way some how, to find a reason to label us as the enemy and ignores one of us. Discards us. He doesn’t know how to be on good terms with people. My brothers the favorite usually so it doesn’t happen to him really— my sister bounces between being his favorite now bc of how tending and overly considerate she is and will still bend over backwards for my dad in some ways, me and my brother won’t— My dad still tries to guilt my brother and use him, but my brother doesn’t stand for it anymore even tho the guilt does eat at him from time to time. “You don’t love me anymore” “I’m gonna cry for you when you leave me”. What kind of dad says that to a kid? He makes fun of his complexion and his hair. That’s been messing with my brother…..The discarding doesn’t happen to my sister as much anymore (thank god, I’d rather take it. She’s endured so much abuse that will last her a lifetime it’s so sad my parents were emotional monsters to her…. My dad was on another level). She learned to put her boundaries down and trained him if he says some dumb or triggering shit, she will leave the conversation. She won’t play into it. She distances. Thats how he learned. He doesn’t have a choice, bc he doesn’t have access to people like he used to anymore. I’m the easy scapegoat now. It hurts. It sucks. I love him so much but Ik I can only take him in doses. I take all the love I can get from him whenever it’s present bc I know it’s conditional and can go away in an instant. I joke it off, I’ll call him mean or manipulative things back to get a reaction or get back on his good side some way. I’ll be like “dad what if I died then what? Then you’ll be upset that you’re mean to me.” I’ve told him at least once I think, “I wish I wasn’t alive” just to get a response from him, to get some sort of loving response. That isn’t right, and he’s the only one I’ve done that to, but he’s done that to so many people AND WORSE WAY WORSE, so I do it to him. Me, my mom and sister consider me and my brother as my dad’s karma bc we challenge him the way my mom and sister never could’ve. But it hurts me a lot. And he knows it. He thrives off it actually. It sucks, the cognitive dissonance of knowing your dad is not a good person. He does not have a good heart. And yet we all love him so much. To know your dad, if he wasn’t your dad, could be a bad person to you (and has done bad things) if you weren’t his blood is.. wild. And we are his blood and yet we are not immune to the abuse clearly, so I cannot imagine. But we take the good and try our best to cut off/disconnect from the bad. A gray area! Cognitive dissonance!

I feel I’m only manipulative to people who are manipulative to me first (I always approach with kindness and good energy until I sense something off.. then I match what you give me). Kind of like a tit for tat. I only do it to people I can’t escape in my life but “need” in my life. Like my dad. Like my stepdad. Like work managers. I give them their same energy back. I don’t stoop to their level per se, but sometimes yeah. It’s scary. The more you do an action no matter your level of awareness and justification around it, will start to seep into your actual personality after a while. I walk the line very cautiously, and then I have to reprogram myself again. And again and again and again. It’s funny the human experience is a constant battle, a constant walking the line and to not tip over into one side more than the other. And when it inevitably happens— when you inevitably tip the scales— it’s a mini journey to get back to where you were (well it’s never really the same, or hopefully better/past where you were with the new awareness). It’s always a back and forth, ebb and flow that is alongside the ebbs and flows of the life around you at that moment.. We all have a darkness within us. The more you tap into it obviously the more it comes up. Obviouslyyyy. There’s always gonna be a darkness inside of us somewhere. ALL of us. It will never go away. It’s ignorant to ignore or deny its existence. But it’s all about maintaining “the beast”. Acknowledging them not shaming them, but not tapping into them too much. Even with the light, you have to tread carefully at times. Oh man what an experience the human experience is!!!

[yguchild]

BONTEN EXECUTIVES AS HUSBANDS/FATHER

warning: none.

genre: fluff.

characters: sano "mikey" manjiro, sanzu haruchiyo, and takeomi akashi.

note: possible ooc. grammatical errors.

requested here and here

pt. 1 | pt. 2

Sanzu Haruchiyo

I think this man doesn't like the idea of having a family. I MEAN, HAVE YOU SEEN THE WAY HE LIED ABOUT HAVING NO SIBLINGS? Anyways, yes, creating a family with this man might go one way or another. It won't be an easy task to convince Sanzu. He probably likes to think of excuses as you talk.

Until you accidentally become pregnant with his child, which at first he denied. Yes, I really think Sanzu is that heartless. I'm sorry. You had arguments here and there, and the accumulated stress would cause you other health problems.

That is where you notice Sanzu subtly do things for you. Your piled paper works, the glass of milk ready atop your desk, the pillows, and even your cravings. (It's a wonder how he knows your current cravings) You're still petty about it, though. So, silent treatment might go for weeks on end until Sanzu himself can't stand it. He will visit you to your office with a bouquet and your current food craving, offering it to you as if you were some deity that needs pleasing. Well, technically, you are.

Even if you tried denying Sanzu, you're too soft for the man. So, yeah, you make up! Yay! Actually, no, it was the start of your hellish pregnancy journey. In summary, it was mood swings, late-night road trips to McDonald's, and everything in between.

DON'T EVEN ASK ABOUT YOUR LABOR. That was a rollercoaster of emotions because (1) Sanzu left you at your house, (2) he faced up goons whilst leaving you in the car, IN LABOR, (3) he was confused about all the screaming and yelling.

"Oh, c'mon, love! Just push!"

"Say that one more time Haruchiyo, I'm kicking your balls."

And, he never dared to utter a word after that, enduring the pain of you squeezing his hand.

Once you had your daughter, he's all mushy gushy in front of the nurses. He didn't even try masking his emotions, gushing over how beautiful your daughter is in his arms. It's a hilarious moment, rather than intimate, to be honest. You love your family, nonetheless.

He will have a crying session confessing how he was afraid of creating a family with you and ruining it himself. He spills his insecurities, doubts, and everything in the hospital room, even promising you how he will protect you and your daughter from harm.

Just like the other Bonten dads, Sanzu will keep your family as far away as possible from the exposure of your line of work. Even asking if you can retire for your family (The decision is up to you, no pressure applied by your partner)

Now that you have your child, Sanzu will not shut up about the two of you. Does anyone know Maes Hughes? Yeah, he's Sanzu's identical twin. He will spoil his daughter, which you will sometimes protest because he's been giving her too much. But, a couple of doe-eyes and cutesy acts from them is enough to defeat you.

"Please, mommy?" your daughter blinks innocently, pointing at the cupcakes you hid in the cupboards.

You sigh, massaging your temples. You blamed Sanzu for spoiling your daughter, but you aren't indifferent to it as well, showering her with love as much as you can. Now, you must test your endurance against her doe-eyes.

"Honey, we talk about this, right?" you crouch down to her level, talking eye-to-eye, "What did mommy tell you about cupcakes?"

"I can only have them after a meal."

"(d/n) can always have them."

Both of your heads turn to the sly man leaning in the door frame. Sanzu had the biggest grin plastered on his face, welcoming your child with open arms. The icy cold outside was still evident on his skin, flakes of snow and small ice sticks to his cheeks. You walk towards him, caressing his cheeks.

"I'm home, darling."

"Welcome home, love." you beam a smile at him, kissing his cheeks ever so gently.

Your daughter seems to notice your display of affection and imitate you, kissing Sanzu's other cheek. Her cute attempt of imitating you causes you and your husband to laugh.

"Well, can I have the cupcake now?" she asks with a voice as soft as a whisper.

You and your husband shared a look before Sanzu said, "Yes, honey, they are for you."

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro

Oh, God, I am crying for this man. Mikey, as much as he loves creating a family, is full of doubts and fear. He had lost all of his family, and he thinks it was his fault or he doesn't deserve any of them. It's a miracle that he let you in and choose to be your husband.

Though, there were days that he will push you away, thinking he brought you down his depravity. These were the moments that he needed you the most, and you are here to tell him that you never regret a thing about choosing him. It is hard, you know it is, but you will keep on choosing to stay by his side.

Marrying you is one thing, but having you pregnant with his child was another thing. It's never in his plan to create a family, once again, afraid that he'll ruin you and your future child. (Literally, hug this man) You assure him that danger won't be coming for your future family and that Mikey has nothing to worry about as long as you are together.

He will be a doting husband after you, asking you occasionally what you need, doing your works and everything, so that you can't move even a single muscle. Protesting against this man won't do any miracles unless you want to challenge him. Which you did, and it ends up with tons of bickering up until morning.

You guys are petty, and it humors the both of you.

He takes care of you and your unborn child, but he will also take care of himself. Mikey will change his habits and starts anew. He wanted to be in a better place for you and your family. He would even plan on disbanding Bonten, not now but someday.

Once your son is born, Mikey sticks to him 25/8. He even watches your son sleep, admiring your little bundle of joy. You had to tell him to keep it down sometimes and let you have a time with your son. Yes, Mikey spends the whole day with your son at your house.

He will keep saying the words that he will protect the two of you, and he will never let harm touch even a strand of your hair. Yes, it's over the top, but considering your work, it's actually not. He will force you to step down your position and keep you at bay before anyone could plan on hunting you down. You were against it at first until you understand how deep Mikey has dug his grave.

He will teach your son Judo and everything he learned in his childhood, reminding your son that he'll use it to protect those he holds dear and not to his greedy advantages. It also brings Mikey back to the simple days, encouraging him to do better for your child's future.

His favorite time of the day is when it's their practice time, being able to laugh and play with your son.

Though, you are fairly strict with your child's manner, often ending up with Mikey taking your son's side. Don't worry, it is nothing a pint of ice cream and a couple of Taiyaki can't fix.

"I swear, (y/n), your son did this!"

"Are you sure you didn't do anything suspicious?"

"Papa tried tickling me, mama!"

"What? No!"

Mikey rolls over the floor in frustration, holding his sore eye. A budding heat of incoming bruise appraises him of your son's power kick, proud to say that he is indeed Mikey's. You crouch down the lying man, examining his reddened eye before shooting your son a look.

"Sano (s/n), tell me the truth. Papa's bruise tells me otherwise." you help Mikey stood up, patiently waiting for your son to answer.

(s/n) was about to cry, looking down shamefully as both of his parents stare down at him. Mikey's heart squeezed seeing your son's dilemma, and he immediately went by his side, smiling at him.

"Hey, little man, you don't have to cry. Papa is alright! See?" he made a funny face, assuring your son that he is alright.

You stand in front of them, a smile gracing your lips, "(d/n) say sorry to papa."

Your son beams at you before turning back to his dad and hugs him, "I'm sorry, papa. I will never do it again."

"Now, this call for an ice cream and dorayaki celebration!"

Akashi Takeomi

Ah, this man. Is there anything that's needed to be said? He's the most mature one out of the bunch. (yeah, he's old) He's a family-oriented guy and probably the one to suggest having a child. He won't pressure you, though, because having you as a wife is enough for this man.

Still asks you occasionally.

Like Ran, he has some experience taking care of kids. So, chaos is far from happening. He has his way with calming kids, and you wonder what kind of power does your husband has. Literally, tell me too. He got his name baby whisperer after settling your baby every night, effortlessly so.

He's so stable with everything that he can finish your works, baby duties, his works, and house chores in one day. ON HIS OWN, NOT EVEN ASKING FOR YOUR HELP. The way how he finishes everything and still had supple of time to waste, it's terrifying.

With that in mind, he helped you a lot with work. Sometimes, taking it out of your hand and giving you your daughter to look after. Well, you really love your daughter, so you don't mind it.

You guys are the biggest family in the group with five children. I guess Akashi convinced you that much. KEEP IN MIND THAT AKASHI HAS ALL OF THEM UNDER CONTROL. Power of this man, istg.

He taught your eldest daughter to the third one how to defend themselves. (the last two children are still young) Even working in Bonten, he doesn't want to get his family involved in that kind of matter. Now Akashi would often chaos competition, telling your children who do the best in their father's eyes will have the ice cream he made. End result: All of them had it.

He is a very present father to your children, considering that he had been a father figure to his siblings long before. He is there in every school activity, orientation, etc. No meetings or work can stop this man from attending your son's nursery orientation.

In addition, Akashi likes making kinds of stuff for your children. Homemade ice cream, clothes, a playground, and everything that will cause your kids' eyes to glow. He loves seeing your kids all enthusiastic about the thing he made for them.

You often had your alone time with your husband in the kitchen because, hell yea, Akashi cooks! He makes your meal, and you will help him make them.

That makes every one of you love Akashi.

"It's late, Takeomi," you mumble, entering the kitchen.

You noticed the empty side of your bed, and you wonder what your husband has been up to, searching for him around the house until you see the lights in the kitchen. Getting into a point of conclusion, you quietly peek at your kitchen. And, there was your husband baking.

"Oh, there you are, honey, " he beams a smile, "Would you mind helping me a bit?"

You immediately went by his side, taking the sprinkles in his hand and decorates the cookies yourself. Akashi washes his hands and preheats the oven, going back to help you again, but you refuse.

"No, Takeomi. Let me do this and sit your ass over there." your hands motioned him away, busy with your cookie decorating activities.

He moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, "Then, how about this?"

"You just want a feel of my boobs, Takeomi. Admit it."

"Ah, you got me!"

"Mama?"

Your heads turn to your second child, standing by the door. Sleep is evident on his face, yawning as he walks in your and your husband's direction. Akashi went to take him to his arms, carrying your child and comforting them.

"Are those cookies?"

Finally busted, Takeomi scratches his cheeks, "Yes, darling. You can have a piece if you want."

"Really?" the boy beams.

"Yes, but keep it a secret, okay?" you told him, smiling at both of them.

[miyagifangkai]

You Owe Me

Tagged: @3steff

Request: could you please do a story where the reader is hawk's little sister and is also in a relationship w/ Robby? I think it'd be interesting to see them fighting behind the reader's back (cause if she sees them, She gets mad at both of them).

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: !!!cursing!!!, uhm..I think that’s it?? Also not completely proofread!!!

Characters Involved: Eli/Hawk, Y/N, Robby Keene

Couple Pairing: Robby Keene x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’m so sorry this took a while! I hope you enjoy reading this and thank you so much for the request! 💕💕💕 I really enjoyed writing this one! 🥰 again, I hope you enjoy! ❤️

You and Robby have been together practically the moment you two met. You two had an instant connection with one another.

How did you two meet? Surprisingly, it was when you and your brother, Hawk, had gotten into a fight that lasted about a week. You and him had your quarrels with each other but this time it was serious. This fight was over how rude he was being to his friends when he was going through the whole “badass” phase. He started being a bully towards everyone around him, including you, and you couldn’t handle anymore from him. You had decided to tell him off in front of his friends at school which severely bruised his ego. He has been giving you the silent treatment ever since.

Usually, your arguments lasted about one or two days and then you two were like the bestest of friends again. You and Hawk were close siblings a lot of the time sharing secrets, or helping text crushes, or supporting one another when going through a hard time. You had always protected him when the kids at school were giving him shit about his lip; always being fearless and standing up for him.

That same week a new boy started school, his name was Robby Keene. You being the overachiever that you are, you showed him around school. He was very shy at first; barely speaking a word to you. But you just powered through knowing that the first day of school is hard for everyone.

“This is the library. You can come in here for some peace and quiet or to study,” you say excitedly.

“Okay, sounds– cool,” he barely mustered out.

“Yeah, totally! So what brings you here?” You ask.

“Oh, uh–”

“Oh, I don’t mean to pressure. You don’t have to tell me,” you say awkwardly.

“No! No pressure. Just, it’s a long story,” Robby shrugs his shoulders.

You definitely thought Robby was cute so you decided to make a move because why not, “Well, I have time. Why don’t you message me later if you have any questions?”

Robby smiles, “Oh, okay, sure.”

You give Robby your number and he gives you his and you continue the tour of the school. During the tour you ask Robby out.

“Hey, would you like to hang out later today? If not, that’s totally cool!”

Robby nods his head excitedly, “Sure! Sounds fun.”

You almost do your happy dance but refuse to do so due to your dignity.

That same day you see Hawk catch a glance of you and Robby hanging out at lunch. Robby didn’t necessarily have any friends yet so he kind of latched onto you for the rest of the day. You had caught Hawk staring at you guys and you gave him an angry look. Your eyes narrowed at him and his at you. He nodded his head at Robby silently asking you who he was and you gave him the finger clearly making Hawk mad. You saw him slam his hands down on the table and stand up. You silently curse yourself for the actions you chose to do.

Hawk approaches you and Robby and you look up at him, “What do you want, Eli?”

He leans down and puts both of his hands down on the table, “You know I don’t like to be called that.”

“You think I give a shit?” You smirk.

Hawk sighs, deciding to let it go, “Who’s this?”

You answer, “Robby. Robby Keene. He’s new. First day.”

Hawk says sarcastically, “Well, welcome.”

Robby stands up and says, “Yeah, thanks,” and he walks away. Robby had thought that fleeing away from the situation would help deescalate.

“Great job, Eli! You ran him off,” you slow clap.

“Why do you care? You two dating or some shit?”

You stand up and put your backpack on, “Maybe so.”

Hawk scoffs, “Shit. That’s a lie.”

“No it isn’t! In fact, we are going out tonight as we speak!” You poke your brother’s chest in victory.

“No way, really?” Eli sounded like he was kind of excited for you.

You automatically forget about the argument you two were having before, “Yeah, actually! I’m excited. Even though I dunno what to wear.”

Eli’s voice softens, “Don’t be stupid! I’d go with the purple top you love and your favorite jeans. Total no brainer.”

“Dude, are you actually supporting one of my soon to be boyfriends?”

“Gross, no. But I do like seeing you happy,” your brother gives you a small smile, “Can we be friends, well sibling friends, again? This whole ‘I hate you’ thing was fun for like two days. I miss you, you piece of shit.” Eli chuckles.

You walk over to your brother and give him a quick hug, “Yes. Sibling friends again! By the way I’m ignoring the fact that you called me a nasty nickname, shithead,” you smile.

Hawk gets excited and steps back and you two do your secret handshake.

“So, you need my help this evening? Help you get ready for your date?”

You smile, “Uh, duh dude!”

You finish up the school day and head on home with Hawk.

You immediately start searching through your closet with Eli laying down on your bed like he always did. Eli helped you pick out the outfit which ended up being the jeans and the purple top that he had recommended earlier. You really wanted to impress Robby.

“So where are you two lovebirds going?” Hawk asks.

“I think to the diner and to the arcade, I guess!” You shrug your shoulders.

After you get ready you meet Robby at the diner. He had already gotten you two a table and you felt the butterflies when you saw him.

“Hey, Robby!” You say almost a bit too excitedly.

“Y/N! Hey, oh wow, you look great!” Robby stands up and he extends his arms out for a hug but slowly drops them feeling like a hug was moving too fast and you catch his sense of awkwardness and the redness on his face.

“Hey, it’s fine! I don’t mind hugs,” you try to break the tension from you two.

You and Robby had the best time together; laughing, telling each other about your backstories, and talking about anything that came to mind. You and him were a match made in Heaven and you both instantaneously knew it.

After that evening you and Robby were officially in a relationship and you couldn’t wait to tell Hawk about it. You arrived home that night and not even ten minutes later Hawk walks into your room and you jump back, “Hey! What if I could have been naked?”

“Oh my God, please, don’t make me puke!”

“Shut up, asshole!” You laugh.

Eli starts making fake gagging sounds at you and you lightly push him, chuckling.

You slap Eli on the shoulder, “Excuse you!” you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him, “And you just have soooo many girls swarming you, huh?”

“Screw off, Y/N! I’m gonna have to tell your boyfriend that he’s dating a bitch,” Eli says to you in a mocking tone. You both laugh at his response. You and him spend the rest of the night talking about your date with Robby.

Next on the agenda was getting Robby and Hawk formally acquainted with each other. You weren’t really sure how it was gonna go down but you had hoped that they got along pretty well. Their first meeting was at school with you introducing them to each other.

“Eli, meet Robby. Robby, meet Eli,” you say excitedly.

Hawk extends his hand out and says, “You can call me Hawk,” you roll your eyes at his statement.

Robby shakes his hand and says, “Robby.”

They give each other a slight stare down and you notice this, “Okay, stop comparing dick sizes already.”

Hawk says, “You two are official?”

Robby looks at you for confirmation and you say, “I’d like to think so.”

Robby smiles at you and says, “Yeah, me too.”

You see Hawk narrowing his eyes at Robby and he says, “Treat her right. Or you’re dead.”

Robby looks back at Hawk and says in a deadpan tone, “Nice line. I’m super scared now.”

They both take a step closer to each other and you step in between them saying, “Okay boys. That’s enough of that. Let’s get to class.”

You three disperse and head to class. You knew your brother would be an ass about this but not that badly. Hopefully, things will calm down between them with time.

Things did calm down between the boys. Robby started coming over the house more and the two even started hanging out together as well. They started bonding over karate and video games; you would join them in playing video games and trying to learn karate moves but all you wanted was for them to get along with each other.

You were happy that things were going well for you and Robby and Eli seemed to be happy as well. But sometimes you didn’t get to see what was going on behind the scenes. The boys were faking a lot their friendship for you.

One time when you got up to go to the kitchen you had caught them whisper yelling at each other about something but you decided to let it go when they dropped as soon as you walked in. You had caught them doing the same bickering with each other a few more times but you had chalked it up to them just being boys. But the last straw was when you caught them actually fighting over their karate dojo’s.

“Your moves fucking suck, dude. I can’t believe my sister is with a loser like you.”

“Oh, shit. You really got me there man. Nice one, I mean truly.”

“Fuck you, Keene. I’m done with your shit.”

Robby rolls his eyes, “Apparently not. You keep annoying the hell out of me.”

Both of the boys get into position and Hawk takes the first swing with Robby dodging. Robby is about to retaliate until you walk outside with a couple of drinks and see things start to unfold.

You quickly walk to them and yell, “What the hell is going on?”

Both of the boys quickly get quiet and look at you with Robby saying, “It’s nothing.”

“That wasn’t nothing!”

Hawk responds, “Sis, seriously. Drop it.”

“Drop it? Are you serious? Why don’t you two drop it, huh? I have caught you both multiple times arguing about the same shit. Why the fuck does it matter?”

Both of the boys just stand there silently.

“Oh, nothing to say now? You two apparently had a lot to say to each other before? What’s so different now?”

“Listen, we’re sorry. Won’t happen again,” Robby apologizes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was being an asshole,” Hawk quietly says.

“You being an asshole? Never,” Robby lays his hand on his chest and you see Hawk clench his fists.

You interrupt the boys and say, “That’s enough. I mean, seriously. Why didn’t you tell me you two didn’t like each other? I wouldn’t have let you two stay around each other for so long.”

“Well, we just–” Robby starts.

“We didn’t want to hurt you,” Hawk finishes.

You start to soften up, “Hey, that’s one thing you have in common.”

You see Robby give you a small smile, “Forgive us?”

You lean back a little, “Hmm, I don’t know yet. You two owe me.”

“Owe you? For what?” Hawk asks.

“For lying to me. On multiple occasions!”

You see both Hawk and Robby roll their eyes at you.

“Alright, what do you want from us?” Robby chuckles.

You stand there debating on the boys' demises. You stood there smirking for a little bit and letting them sweat it for a little while. You already knew that you were gonna make Hawk do all your chores for a week but you weren’t so sure for Robby.

Until you got an idea and that's when you get their attention again, “I’ve got it! I know exactly what I want you guys to do and you two are so not gonna like the plans that I have for you both. Eli, get ready to do double the chores for the week and Robby you are so gonna buy me dinner every night for a week!”

You hear them both groan at you but man, didn’t you love always winning.

[sortasirius]

“Unity” and the Broken Boys

BOY Y’ALL BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS AS LONG AS CAN BE AND I TOOK OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I’VE GOT TIME

This is....one of the best episodes in the show.  Yeah, in all 325 of them, this is hands down one of the best.

First of all, stan Amara for clear skin.

That silent treatment babey, right out the gate with the Angst.  Tbh Dean deserves it.

“Like I said, killing Amara, Jack dying...that’s the only way.”

“The only way.  Our one shot.  Our Last chance.  You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?”

“We don’t have to like it, alright?  But you and me, we gotta get it done.”

Amara is such a welcome energy in this whole episode.  She’s warm and understanding, whip-smart and probably more powerful than Chuck.  I love her.

Sam is a wonderful, understanding, loving dad.  I love him eternally.  He loves Jack so much, he’s trying so desperately to do what’s right for Jack but also what’s right for the world.  Jack made this choice, but he can’t live with it.  How do you support your child when their life is at stake?

“Come on man.  Blindly following orders, lying to Amara, sending her to her death. Does any of this feel right to you??”

“It doesn’t matter how we feel!  You know what?  Stay.  Stay.  Someone has to be the grown up here.”

“Yeah well someone has to keep fighting for Jack!”

“He knows what he signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.”

“Jack’s not family.”

Y’all should have heard the noise I made.  What a fucking line.

“I know how you feel about the kid, I care for him too, I do, but he’s not like you.  He’s not like Cas.  He’s just not.”

“I’m- I’m ready.”

You can see the regret, the heartbreak in Dean’s eyes.  You can see how he wants to take those words back the moment he said them, and for Jack to hear them?  It’s unthinkable.

Sam and Cas I’m just so fucking emo dude.

“Sam, you stayed behind to find another way huh?  I woulda done the same.”

AMARA

First of all, LOVE this structure.

Amara and Chuck have such a fascinating dynamic.  Rob and Emily do a great job (as they have all along) by clearly being siblings but...heightened.  You can just tell they both exude power, and the other is the only one they consider an equal.

“You and Dean had that whole weird...thing.”

“That wasn’t you writing?”

“Ugh, not that part.  Gross.”

What I took away from this is what I’ve suspected all along.  They HAVE free will, just not total free will.  Dean and Amara’s connection wasn’t Chuck, there are parts of the story he didn’t write.  Obviously, this comes into play later. 

I also have a hunch that Chuck doesn’t write romance.  I also think that in particular will come into play.

“Balance.  Something we’ve never tried before.  Creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world, this world.  True balance.  The way it was always meant to be.  But you can’t.  You only care about your pleasure, your story.  Well, I guess that makes you the villain.”

“Villains get all the best lines.”

We see again and again this season, Chuck is irredeemable.  He doesn’t care about the angels, he doesn’t care about the world, he doesn’t care about anything.  He is a petulant toddler who has broken his toys. And when he realizes he’s trapped, he gets angry, he shouts and screams, completely at odds with Amara’s peace.

“You can’t hold me here forever.”

“I can hold you long enough.”

DEAN

Pain is the name of the game in this section homies.  Because not only are we dealing with Dean’s pain, we’re also dealing with Jack’s.  Jack says he understands why Cas and Sam mean more to Dean, but Dean clearly doesn’t, he, once again, wants to say more, but is stopped, still stopped by his fear: his fear of not beating Chuck.

Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals.  Let’s talk about Adam and Seraphina.

Adam.  The first man.  And Seraphina.  The angel.

“My old lady.  She’s the only one who could put up with me all these years.”

Yeah okay.  Volume at 100 I get it lmao.

But also: Adam wants God dead not because he and Eve were kicked out of the Garden, but because he went after their sons.  The theme of protecting the children strikes again.

“Killing God is your plan?”

“Yeah, Billie’s been giving us a hand but Sera and me, this is our baby.”

This juxtaposed directly with Dean’s own pain at what he has to do to kill Chuck, to gain his free will: the cost of his child.

Adam’s rib.

And who else might get his ribs hurt, only to be likely healed by an angel?

It’s fine, that’s fine.  I’m fine with that.

“Jack, I don’t know how to explain it but, when I found out about Chuck, it’s like I wasn’t alive.  Not really.  You know like my whole life I’ve never been free, but like really free.  But now?  Now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life, without all this crap on our backs.  And that’s, that’s because of you.  So, I want to say, I need to say...thank you, Jack.  Thank you.”

I’m gonna have to do a separate post about just Dean in this episode, because there is so fucking much to talk about, but there are a couple of things that I think are important:  Dean realizes how wrong he was, to say what he said.  He knows that it’s not true, this is the way he’s always coped with loss, by pushing the person to be lost away, but for Jack to hear it?  He can’t stand for that.

And:

Dean has finally pushed through the barrier.  He won’t be quiet in the face of his doubts anymore.  This is a breakthrough for him, and, of course, there are more to come.

SAM

Sam and Cas, my chaos duo.

The box, the inscription, the door.

Death’s library, filled with dead reapers.

And there it is.  The Empty.

It tells Sam the plan, the plan for Billie to take God’s place.  For everything to go back to the way it’s “supposed to be.”

This has always been the game, since season 13.  This is the longest of long games.

Sam fuckin Winchester, lying his way out of a confrontation with the Empty like the legend that he is.

He comes back with a new purpose: to stop Billie’s plan, and here’s where we get to the heart of the episode and maybe the heart of the season.

“You hear that?  Dean, brought to the edge of doubt.  His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end.  And poor Sam, always gotta know everything.  Can’t leave well enough alone.  This is my ending, my real ending.”

The gun comes out, pointed at Sam.

Hmm...what did I say during 15x05?  Oh yeah, this.

And:

Dean would never survive killing Sam, but he’s willing to do anything, anything to earn his freedom.  His ending, where one brother kills the other and then kill himself.

Why, you might ask, did Sam not mention that the angels would be sent back to Heaven, why does he not mention Cas?  I’ll tell you why, or rather, Becky will.

Plus, Dean looks back at Cas IMMEDIATELY when Sam says that, when he mentions Eileen, and THAT’S the first time he hesitates.  He can’t lose Cas.  But at the same time, he’s willing to do anything to have his freedom.

“Sam we don’t have a choice, Jack’s about to blow!”

“We always have a choice!”

You know me, just sitting here thinking about choice, the ability to choose, and how that translates to their free will.

And Sam...I don’t think there will ever be characters I love as much as these.

“I don’t care if Billie gets what she wants!  I don’t man, I’d trade it all, I’d trade em all for Chuck.  In a heartbeat!”

“What about me?”

“You’d trade me?”

“Chuck has to die.  He has to!  Otherwise he’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that man, I can’t live like that, I won’t!”

“I know you feel like that right now, okay? I know you do, but you gotta trust me.  My entire life, you’ve protected me.  From Dad, from Lucifer, from everything.  I didn’t always like it, you know?  But it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on.  It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true.  So please, put the gun away.  Just put it away.  We’ll figure it out, Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me.  We always do.”

Okay I feel like this is going to be one of those scenes that I cry watching for years to come.  Because fuck.  After fifteen years they finally admit that not only did Dean protect Sam from Lucifer, but he protected him from John.  John.  On a par with Lucifer.

Dean and Sam have, for so many years, sacrificed themselves for the other.  Dean’s demon deal, Sam and the trials, every season they have fought to see who can die the quickest for the other.  But this?  This is them fighting to stop the violence, to stop from killing the big bad.  This is them growing, in our eyes, in real time.  Sam has always been able to get through to Dean when no one else had a prayer, but for Dean to listen, for Dean to take his words to heart, to stop the hunt for Sam, for their family, that’s how you know they do have free will.

(Btw Chuck’s eye effect when he dusted Amara was sick as fuck but I’m emo for my boys so.)

Chuck knows it’s a loss, he knows that his story has, once again, been thwarted by the boys making their own choices.  And he’s pissed, but in his anger, we get a bomb dropped on us.

“Spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday.  You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from perdition”?  They did what they were told.  But not you.  Not the one off the line with a crack in his chassis.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Also, just worth bringing up this one as well:

Every Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell.  Every one told him the same thing.  And yet, immediately, with this Cas and this Dean, something was different.  Because what has everyone seen about Cas, from the moment he met Dean?

And there’s our endgame people.  Laid out on the line.

But we ain’t done yet, fam.

We’ve talked about the handprint, but you know:

So there you have it, our prep into the “monumental” 15x18.  I have spec on that, of course, but I think a novel is long enough for this.

What to take away: Dean’s rage was always Chuck’s plan, they do have free will, their love for each other, for their family, is what will stop Chuck’s control, Death is about to come back with a vengeance, Cas’ deal is at play, and, most importantly, Castiel and Dean Winchester are a blind spot for Chuck, something he has never, not once, controlled.

[thatgoblin]

Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield x New Agent Reader

Requested by @ballorawan740

Chris

Your graduation ceremony was full of parades and show. Unfortunately no one could really attend as it was a closed ceremony. The list of agents was classified for protection. While you could tell your family you where you worked, you couldn't tell them what you did.

Your mom sent a card, but that was the extent of the congratulations. It wasn't often you heard from your family, but at least they thought enough to get you a 99 cent card.

There wasn't much of an after party either as it was right to work. You expected to get easy missions, ones that didn't require you to do a lot of actual dangerous work. Mostly because that meant something big was happening and the senior agents would be on the case.

Turns out you were wrong.

Your very first case was with your teacher, Chris Redfield himself, and it was up to you two to find an old lab that's supposedly run by a new version of Umbrella.

Of course it would be. The company just couldn't stay dead, much like the monsters it had made.

At first you're quiet, keeping most of the chatter professional as you didn't want to overwhelm him with every thought that came to mind, but also to keep yourself from looking like every other rookie.

You quickly figured out that's how Chris likes it unless he's with someone he knows well, like Piers or Jill or in this case you.

Over the course of the training, you two had become almost sibling like and you appreciated it. He didn't give you special treatment, but he also made sure you were able handle everything.

'I'm used to you talking my ear off about anything under the sun, so this silent treatment is kind of weirding me out.'

'Sorry! Just kind of getting a feel for things. You, being an actual agent with actual danger and not Piers coming at us with a padded staff.'

'I don't know, sounds pretty much like real danger to me.'

The ice is broken and you feel like you can breath again. While you don't start talking immediately or as rapidly as you're used to doing with him, you do carry a conversation as he drives down the long, winding road in the middle of no where.

The first indication that you found the right place was the shots fired at you.

The second was when you saw a licker come galloping at you.

While you had seen plenty of monsters from being a kid in Raccoon City when all hell broke loose, it was different as an adult. Now you had weapons and people at your side.

You were proud of yourself for not freezing, instead taking a steady aim to take the monster out.

Once the mission was actually in action, you were in the zone. Chris and you worked in tandem without a hitch. It was almost like you were born for this.

Every movement or thought or plan was executed flawlessly. If you had taken the time, you would have patted yourself on the back.

At the end, you found the lab and called it in. Mission successful.

Once the whole team arrived, you and Chris were dismissed and allowed to leave while waiting for the next mission to come around.

'You did good out there, Rookie. Not bad for your first mission.'

'Yeah? You really think so?'

'I've seen hardened military vets scream and flinch when they see a zombie for the first time. You handled them all like a pro. Couldn't have asked for a better partner.'

'Not even for Jill?'

'Well, maybe.'

Leon

Your first mission as a DOS agent is a dumpster fire.

Everything bad that can happen does.

Leon and you were assigned to do a simple patrol before the President arrived at Camp David, which you were thankful the President had not even left the White House yet, when there was a gas attack.

The two of you were able to get masks in time, but others weren't so lucky.

You were lucky enough to have enough ammo on your person to be able to make it inside before the zombies began to form a pack to chase you and Leon down.

Trapped inside, the two of you were quick on your feet to get to the weapons locker, but found it, well, locked. The codes had been changed and the person who had done so had been eaten.

Your phone had been lost in a struggle with a zombie while Leon tried to get the power back on.

There was no signal once you found a phone and the lines had been cut.

The only way to get any word out to stop the President from coming there was smoke signal at that point.

Ammo had run out, leaving you and Leon with whatever you could find as a weapon and your knives.

Your brand new work suit was ruined by climbing through vents to stay away from the zombies.

At once point, you were trying to hide, but SNEEZED, calling the monsters to your location when you were so close to getting the power back on.

12 grueling hours of trying to get out alive as well as contain the outbreak had you exhausted.

The only way you were going to die though was because you disappointed Leon and that was not going to happen. Not that day.

But it did happen the next day.

You were setting fire to the bonfire circle to get smoke signals out as well as call the monsters there. When you were done dumping the last of the gasoline on it instead of putting it in a car to drive away, you realized that you didn't have the light or matches.

Which meant you had to have Leon risk his neck for your mistake and nearly get you both killed.

The urge to walk into the fire as a sacrifice of stupidity was strong, but you kept pushing through.

Even after he yelled at you for the stupidity and almost dying.

Refusing to cry because your feelings were hurt, even among the undead, you just bared down on getting through things.

The bonfire was finally lit and a helicopter was almost instantly circling as you and Leon climbed onto the roof of the building, trying to wave them down.

You two were rescued and pulled to safety as the BSAA were called in to clean up.

Nearly ready to pass out, you were strapped into the helicopter next to Leon, ready to get the cold shoulder for fucking up.

Instead, he nudged you for your attention.

'You fucked up, Kid, but we all do. You still did a good good job out there.'

'Thanks. I'm just glad we made it out alive.'

'Me too. Let's go home.'

[ddarker-dreams]

Contractual Obligations II. Yan Childe x Reader

Warnings: Unwanted physical contact, general yandere themes. Word count: 2.2k. →Part I. 

The sound of heavy, wooden doors shutting behind you feels like a premonition of what is to come. 

Fiddling with your skirt, your eyes dart around, taking in Liyue’s signature rich architecture. Fatui building or not, they still must abide by Liyue’s aesthetic. You thought being surrounded by your home’s design would bring solace. Warm shades of mahogany with gold motifs are illuminated by paper lanterns, giving a glow that would be otherwise pleasant, if not for the circumstances. 

You had anticipated a long wait. Ekaterina, upon hearing your name, informed that you would be seen without delay. The others in the lobby of Northland Bank grumbled at this, much to your embarrassment. It’s no secret that getting appointments here is a time-consuming endeavor. Sailors, business owners, and Qixing’s personal assistants alike had to wait. 

For whatever reason, you were allowed to skip ahead of the queue. The glaring special treatment is bound to spread rumors. Now, here you stand, unable to quell your nerves. This is no different than strolling into a ravenous lion’s den. The vulnerability you feel now makes you wish you were facing a carnivorous beast, at least then you might have hope to defend yourself. 

Even with the unexpected privilege of not waiting in the lobby, you’ve been standing here in this private room for a while now. Thirty minutes is your guess, impatience creeping up on you. Your shoulders slump, a sigh leaving your lips. There’s lots of work to be done when you’re done here, time a precious resource. Wasting it to get answers from the blight on your life is infuriating. 

Figures, the one time you need to speak with Childe, he’s nowhere to be seen. Every other time he’d show up at the least opportune moments. He has a habit of appearing uninvited and ruining what would’ve been a pleasant day. Lost in thought, you consider all that must be done when you return to your parent’s shop, too occupied with your thoughts to notice a looming figure. Two hands go out to cover your eyes, the world suddenly going dark. Heart pounding against your chest, the touch is too unexpected, heat rising in your body as protection.

“Guess who?” Childe hums into your ear with a singsong tone. His scent reminds you of the ocean, fresh and light. 

You frown, noticing how close he is to you, his chest pressed against your back. Does Childe not know what personal space is? “The source of my problems.” 

He lets out a scandalized gasp and slinks in front of you. Childe boasts a lighthearted demeanor, mirth dancing in his eyes, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. Inauthentic as ever, you note. You’ve seen what lays dormant behind the thin veil of boyish charm. The infinite darkness that you never wish to see again. He’s still closer to your person than you’d prefer, but pointing it out won’t do any good, so you decide to overlook it. Picking your battles wisely is vital when speaking with Childe.

“Is that the greeting I get, after rushing all the way here?” Childe sighs. Before you could respond, you notice a new scent in the air, unmistakably leather. It takes you a moment to identify the source. A thin, wispy trail of smoke rises from Childe’s leather gloves that had been touching you just prior. Does that not hurt? Childe catches you staring and laughs. 

“So you didn’t notice,” Childe sounds amused, lifting his hands to inspect them. Raising his hands to his mouth, he bites the tip of his gloves and pulls them off. “Looks like I caught you.” 

He nods to your necklace which is tucked beneath your blouse, scarlet light shining through the fabric. Instinctually, you cover it with your hand, the jewel warm to the touch. Childe’s abrupt physical touch had activated your Vision. It’s only when you take a few deep breaths that the telling glow fades away, but the damage is already done. Did he plan this on purpose? Whatever the case may be, Childe is the last person you want having this information.

Sensing your apprehension, he speaks up. “Relax, I already assumed as much, but my interest is undeniably piqued. Why hide your Vision? This isn’t Inazuma, I was under the impression Visions were revered in Liyue.” 

You don’t owe Childe an explanation, but your intuition tells you he’s not going to let this go anytime soon. This isn’t what you came here for, you remind yourself. Don’t let him distract you.

“It’s a long story,” comes your dismissive answer, glancing around to see if anyone else had seen, even though it’s only you two in here. “Can I talk about what I came here for, please?” 

Childe closes his eyes, humming while considering your proposition. Instead of walking behind the desk in the room, he sits on a bench against the wall, motioning for you to come over. At your blatant hesitation, he decides to pester you, which doesn’t come as a shock. 

“What’s up with that look? There’s plenty of room,” Childe pats the spot next to him for extra emphasis. A dangerous twinkle shines in his eyes with a mischievous smile to match it. “Though, I wouldn’t complain should you come to sit on my lap instead.” 

Your cheeks flush brightly, a weak glare being sent his way which he laughs at. “I would never…” 

“Sure, sure. Come over already, it’s the least you could do, considering you just scorched a pair of my favorite gloves.” Childe’s carefree tone doesn’t match his scolding words, stretching out his arm on the back of where you were supposed to sit. Gingerly stepping over the smoking gloves on the floor, you wonder if it’s somehow a fire hazard, but assume Childe’s Hydro Vision could put it out if need be. You stop just short of sitting down, gnawing on your bottom lip at this new internal dilemma. Glaring daggers at his outstretched arm doesn’t seem to faze him. 

“The offer still stands.” He teases, leading you to huff and take your seat by him. You try to ignore the close physical proximity, but it’s rather difficult, as your thighs are touching. Is this a common theme for Snezhnayans? Why is Childe so needlessly touchy? Maybe you don’t want to know. Childe drums his fingers, staring at you with dangerous intent. 

You’ve wasted enough time here. Hoping to move on to the pressing issue, your lips part without further delay. “So, as I was--”

Childe places a finger to your lips, in an act that leaves you speechless. What is his problem? Furrowing your eyebrows together, you have half a mind to scorch the finger in front of you, but dismiss the thought when remembering his strength. Damn him for getting you riled up with such ease. 

“Uh uh uh,” Childe chastises with a shake of his head. “Not yet. Business can come later. First, you’re going to tell me about that.” 

You don’t need to look down to see he’s pointing at your hidden necklace. “It’s... personal. I have no reason to tell you.” 

“Oh, sweet [First]. I wasn’t asking. You did just burn my gloves, didn’t you? Instead of charging you Mora, which -- no offense -- you don’t have enough of to replace it, I want an explanation. I think that’s a fair deal.” 

So he is going to hold that mishap over you. Messing around with a debt collector and money seems counterintuitive, giving a quick explanation the plausible option. Whatever it takes to get him to drop the sensitive topic. Childe must have a semblance of tact to have made it this far in life after all. 

“Fine, fine. It’s not really that remarkable a reason. I have a younger sister, Chunghua. We used to be inseparable as kids. More than anything, I just wanted her to be happy. You’d do anything to accomplish that, y’know? It was… all my fault, really. She wanted a Vision like mine more than anything -- hair accessories, Mora, pretty outfits -- she never cared for that. 

I had no idea why I was given a Vision and not her. She was the one who prayed to every Archon at night for it, the one who burnt incense and gave offerings, not me. I could see her gradually losing hope every day that she woke up without one, like a piece of her was breaking off. At meals, she’d just… stare, silently, at the Vision around my neck. I don’t blame her for starting to hate me. I didn’t notice until it was too late.”

Taking a deep breath, your eyes fall to your lap. “I only wanted to cheer her up. To see her smile like she used to. When I first got my Vision, Chunghua would ask me to do these little tricks. Forming animals or whatever, stuff kids like. Anyways… I tried doing it again one morning. Needless to say, it didn’t go well, she practically screeched at me. I had no idea that was how she felt. But, yeah. That’s why I hide my Vision. See, not that interesting, right?” 

Childe’s expression feels impossible to read. You’re not sure why you even shared so much, especially with him, but his lack of interruption made you keep going. Maybe you weren’t expecting him to sit perfectly still and listen to every word. Whatever the case, you clear your throat, desperate to clear the gloomy atmosphere. 

“She would’ve reacted the same eventually,” Childe says after a moment of deliberation. You tilt your head, the serious answer was unexpected. “That’s what I think, though only older siblings could understand.”

There’s a brief tenderness in his words that leaves you speechless. If he’s acting, you have to commend his abilities, because right now it almost feels like he’s being genuine. Playing with a strand of your hair, you look past him and clear your throat.

“Yes, well, I suppose you’re right.” 

Childe’s somber appearance twists into a more impish visage. “Why don’t I give Chunghua a talking to? It’s a shame seeing your cute face so sullen.” 

Mortified, you shake your head. “There’s no need for that.” 

“Hmm… a shame. I could really take care of everything if you just let me.” 

“Somehow I doubt that,” you shrug with a frown. “What you could help me with is this ridiculous situation at the shop! Why are there Fatui guards outside the front doors? It’s scaring away customers.” 

“Oh, that’s what this is about?” 

Unbelievable. Childe continues to test your patience at every turn. After your previous conversation outside Liyue, which you’re still hoping was a bad joke, you’d noticed an increased presence of Fatui around the shopping district. That was bad enough for business. Now that they’re stationed right outside your parent’s shop, it’s far worse. Rumors have begun to circulate that you’re somehow involved with the Fatui. This has Childe’s doing written all over it.

“Why else would I be here?” 

He smiles and you immediately regret the rhetorical question. “Because you missed me, of course.” 

“I missed when there weren’t Fatui around the shop. Please, I don’t know what you did, but it’s going to be harder to get money for...” you gulp as if saying it cements the reality of your situation, but power through. “Paying off the loan with this drop in revenue.”

“Tempting as that is, I’m already happy with the results. I got you to come to me and learned more about you. From my position, this is a sizeable gain.” 

Everything from your head to your toes feels hot as if molten lava is stirring inside. He’s not taking you seriously, like the time at the stream and all the times before that. Memories flash in your mind. Your father hunched over letters containing bills, frowning, hair going greyer by the day. Your mother, sneaking out when she thinks you and your sister are asleep to pawn off her old jewelry. Even Chunghua, who offered to take time away from her education to help at the shop. It hits you like a pile of bricks, heart twisting painfully and tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“What do I have to do,” Your voice is so low that Childe has to careen his head to hear it. He blinks, incredulous, waiting for further clarification. Each breath you take feels like a losing battle, your composure threatening to shatter. “For you to stop… whatever this is. I’ll do anything. Give anything. Please, just leave my family out of it.” 

Childe crosses his legs and leans in closer to you, arm secured tight around your shoulder.

“Didn’t I tell you already?” 

His breath is warm against you, lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. He presses his lips softly against your pulse. Smiling, he notices how it quickens underneath his touch, all too pleased with your physical reactions. 

“That what I want to take is you.” 

[xxmoodslimexx]

S/O WHO'S WALTER PECK'S SIBLINGS (And maybe how Walter would react to his sibling dating a ghost busters)

((I love this prompt bcs in the headcanons I have for myself my y/n is Walter’s ex lol))

POV Walter Peck is your brother.

- Peter -

• Wait.. NO! Are you sure??

• He honestly thinks you’re joking with him when you first tell him. There’s no way someone as hot and as brilliant as you could be related to that.

• Adores bumping into Walter when the two of you are together. He immediately ramps up the PDA and bragging about how great everything’s going and how your wedding and babies are going to be spectacular!

• You can see that Peter’s attitude has shifted every so slightly though. His relationship with Walter becomes a lot more teasing than active malice and you appreciate the effort.. Even if it barely makes a difference.

- Egon -

• Oh my God. The amount of physical fights you’ve had to break up is honestly embarrassing for all parties involved.

• Because the thing is, even though Walter and Egon both hate each other enough to fight, neither of them actually can. It just becomes a lot of limbs and slapping and childish moves like hair pulling and name calling.

• Except.. If Walter insults or upsets you. Then shit gets real. Egon stares at him like a man possessed, advances quickly and calmly and punches Walter’s lights out so hard and fast that it takes everyone in the room a second to process what happened, including Egon. He didn’t know he had that in him.

• The Ghostbusters rush to Egon and you rush to Walter (mainly out of obligation) but everyone’s fine. There’s Hell to pay when Walter comes to but the message has been sent and they never fight again. You notice Walter’s a lot nicer too.. Weird.

- Ray -

• Never talking to him beyond a simple hello counts as getting along, right?

• Okay, maybe not just a hello. Ray still can’t resist opening with the odd “hey, dickless” or something similar and, yeah okay, he doesn’t shy away from a sly comment or two either.

• But to be fair neither does Walter. Ray does try and be a little nicer and more friendly but it takes a long long time.

• Eventually you get something close to civil, mainly from Ray’s end. It’s clear Walter still sees him as a complete idiot but at least he’s making you happy so.. Whatever.

- Winston -

• Winston really does give the silent treatment and he sticks to it. He’ll only talk to Walter if he really really has to.

• And this psyches Walter out so so much because your parents? They ADORE Winston and he’s super chatty and polite with them.

• Every time Walter thinks he’s getting somewhere, there’ll be another awkward pause or sarcastic joke at Walter’s expense and it’s back to square one.

• Winston insists he’s not doing it on purpose but you know better. Frankly it’s kind of funny to watch your brother squirm when he’s usually the one being smug and trying to make people feel small.

BONUS

- Walter Peck -

• Walter goes through all five stages of grief in five seconds when you tell him you’re dating a Ghostbuster. Well - Four stages. He doesn’t accept it.

• At first he’s convinced that you’re only doing it to spite him because he’s self centred and in his mind there’s no way a sane person would date them for any other reason.

• He tries to talk you out of it but all his reasons have everything to do with him and nothing to do with you. Don’t you know how stupid this will make him look?

• But at the end of the day you’re his sibling. He never truly gets round to liking your new boyfriend but he at the very least can accept it and be sort of glad your happy.

[royallyjoon]

nephilim (quatre)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violence, manipulation

undoubtedly, the boys have opened their arms and hearts to you. but have you done the same? life has only gotten more stressful for you, and the closer you find yourself getting to them, the more you feel as though you are changing, and the more you push yourself away. you refuse to break. never forget: one’s hubris could be their hamartia. forge your lonely path with conviction. after all, it may not be yours for much longer. the victor or the fallen--exactly who is it that stands to lose the most?

——————————————————————

For a long time now, you had feared that your relatively peaceful days in Ichabod were coming to an end, and recent events only further proved your point. 

Mana’s forewarning carried its weight well, as Aemilia seemed dead set on making an enemy of you. She went from hardly acknowledging your existence to cursing it. 

She would never lift a finger to do her dirty work, oh no, for how could the delicate Augustus princess stoop so low as to take the garbage out herself?

No, she used her puppets Brooklyn, Constance, and whoever else she managed to sink her claws into in the student body to torment you. 

They tripped you in the halls, stole your belongings, and essentially made it difficult for you to bleed into the background like you used to.

Luckily for you, you happened to gain some formidable allies.

Mana was there to tell Aemilia’s lackeys to back down, and they wouldn’t dare approach you with Jimin around. And he happened to be around more often than not, strangely enough.

The three of you managed to form a strange alliance during this time. Your best friend was still extremely cautious around Jimin and his siblings, as were you, but they had gotten somewhat closer, which made you glad. You didn’t want to be the bridge between them, as you thought that would be tiring and more than you could already handle. 

Still, the two were only human. They wouldn’t always be there to defend you. Nevertheless, you were quite capable of defending yourself. 

You didn’t give Aemilia the satisfaction of breaking under her pressure. You held your head up high despite the amounts of rumors flying around the school about you, even if they made you want to split your own skull open. 

The student body, in part, was divided. Half of them wanted nothing to do with you, considering how you were associated with both the Augustuses and the Kims. They were wary of your actions, claiming you were steps away from meeting Wylynne herself. 

The other half whispered about how tired they were of Aemilia’s antics and tantrums, given that this was not the first time she had behaved like this toward another student. 

Two weeks passed by, and neither you nor Aemilia was giving in. The strawberry blonde was beside herself, and so were her poor friends. Every day that she failed to teach you a lesson was another day she went raving mad in private.

Soon enough, her patience would snap. She would find herself going over the tipping point, but the question remains: Who would stand to lose the most when she got there?

It was another stressful day for you at Ichabod Academy as you sat in your lively homeroom. 

Mana rested on your desk, laying their head on their arms. You figured they would be uncomfortable, considering the way their body was twisted around in their seat, but your friend was drifting off without a care in the world. 

You slumped in your chair, looking every bit as done with life as you had recently felt. There was so much you had to be on the lookout for, and today was no different. 

You blinked tiredly and looked at your best friend. You then decided to lay your head on top of Mana’s, who did nothing more than let out a grunt, and closed your eyes in an attempt to get some rest as well.

When Jimin returned from the restroom, he internally cooed at the sight. 

Your head started rocking back and forth as it tilted dangerously on top of Mana’s. Ensuring he wouldn’t wake you, the boy sat you up and leaned your body on him so that your head was resting on his shoulder. 

He smiled down at you in relief. Your classmates took note of his treatment and started to whisper about the two of you, but one look from him and the room quieted.

Unfortunately for you, the peace was short lived. There was a loud crackling over the intercom that shook both you and Mana awake. 

They sat up and glared at their surroundings in annoyance. You opened your eyes in a flash, desperately hoping it wasn’t your first period teacher. 

“Don’t worry, Ms. Diivi isn’t here yet.” Jimin reassured you. “It was just the intercom.”

You nodded in thanks and covered your yawn with the back of your hand.

There was some more crackling and finally, your principal began to speak. 

“Good afternoon, students. I apologize for the interruption, but this is urgent.  Constance Pierre is to report to the principal’s office immediately. I repeat, Constance Pierre to the principal’s office. Thank you for your attention, and please continue about your day.”

You squinted in confusion. 

Constance has never been called to the principal’s office before in her entire life. Even when she was causing trouble for you and other students, the teachers paid no mind and others were too afraid to report her. What could have happened?

The sound of feet pounding against the floor got closer and closer until you could hear it outside your classroom door. A blonde blur passed the room, disappearing as fast as it had come.

“Pierre...why does that name sound familiar?” You murmured to yourself.

“It’s the name of the freshman that went missing.” Mana said as they stretched. “Chance Pierre, I think.”

Your eyes widened in understanding.

“He was-is Constance’s little brother.” They corrected their statement.

Jimin glanced at your shocked expression and suppressed a dry laugh.

Quite frankly, he could care less about the Pierre family. Constance has been nothing but a nuisance to him and his brother.

He’d been willing to overlook the rumors of how annoyingly outstanding and clever the freshman was because he knew his little brother would always be better. 

But after the blonde went so far as to start pestering you, he used the information he’d gathered against Chance in its opportune moment. And he had no regrets.

You snuck a peek at Jimin and saw a familiar, cold decisiveness plastered on his face. It was the only expression you’d been seeing from him for a while now. Any time someone brought up the missing student, Jimin would go frostily silent. 

It reminded you of the difference between the two of you, just like his reaction--or lack thereof--the morning of Chance’s disappearance had.

You figured he was just uncomfortable talking about the situation and was carefully avoiding it, just as he had with you and Mana that first day you spent lunch together.

At least it wasn’t Mom or Mana, you thought to yourself.

“They must’ve finally found him.” You commented, distracted by your incoming thoughts.

Aemilia’s family is specifically in charge of hunting down anyone who can be perceived as a “threat” to the Kim family. Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre, however, acquired social immunity for themselves and their families as the girls are so close.

Or so you thought.

Constance’s disheveled appearance the morning Chance went missing made much more sense, then. She was worried sick about her little brother, and one of her closest friends didn’t even bother warning her or her family. 

You shuddered. Just how many people would Aemilia sacrifice? How far would she go, just for her sick sense of what was right?

You had no intention of finding out.

By lunch time, the rest of the school had heard exactly what happened to poor Chance Pierre.

The fourteen year old boy was deposited in the family’s living room, returned out of the blue just like all of those who came before him. 

His mother had stepped out for a short moment to go grocery shopping and returned to find her bloody mess of a son, who she then quickly rushed to the hospital.

He was covered in bruises, had a broken arm and leg, several broken ribs, and permanent blindness in his left eye. All things considered, he is one of the lucky ones.

His family was just grateful that he was returned to them still breathing.

Whatever the message was, the Pierre family had received it loud and clear. And so had the rest of the town.

No one is allowed to leave Ichabod. Not without being stopped by Death herself. 

Another school day had come to an end, and you walked out the building with Mana and Jimin at your side. 

Seeing how the end of the month was coming up, you and Jimin decided that it would be best if you went over to his house to work on the project again. The beginning of the presentations were not far off and it was about time you completed your research.

It didn’t take long to convince your mother. The both of you found it easier for you to go over to the Kim residence than to ask Jimin if he could come to your home.

You sat on a granite bench outside of the entrance. Mana stood on your left, leaning up against the wall and Jimin sat to your right, perched on the bench. 

You were waiting for Driver Bin and Mr. Waye to show up when you heard a familiar voice call out.  

“(Y/N)! Jimin hyung!” You watched as Taehyung came running out the school doors, Jungkook trailing calmly behind him.

You waved at the two and gave them a tired smile. Taehyung made himself comfortable on Jimin’s lap as Jungkook stood along the wall near Mana.

“Did you have a good day, (Y/N)?” Taehyung hummed, eyes teeming with concern.

“Yeah, it was fine.” You said, struggling to actually mean that statement. 

Mana gave you a knowing look and huffed out a laugh under their breath.

It’s not as though you almost had your things stolen twice in one day.

This morning, Hoseok saw you chasing a junior who was running away with some of your notebooks and folders in hand. 

His charming smile dropped and he gave her a grim look. All he had to do was extend his hand and she placed the items in his palm, which he then promptly returned to you.

Then one of your classmates stole your laptop while you were at lunch in an effort to wipe the thing. Had it not been for Namjoon walking into the library and catching them in the act, you surely would have lost all of your information. 

Thankfully, he safely retrieved your laptop from your classmate. You made a new password for all of your devices and resolved to never let your bag out of your sight again.

“I’m glad you’re coming over again, though! Maybe we’ll get to watch a movie or play some games together.” He flashed you a boxy grin and you sent him a small smile in return.

“Jungkookie’s got loads of games,” Jimin added, peeking his head out from behind Taehyung. “He’s such a hoarder, he rarely lets us play with him. I’m sure he’d let you, though.”

Jungkook punched Jimin in the shoulder, looking at the ground in embarrassment. “Hyung, what are you saying...”

 “Yeah, that sounds nice.” You sighed absentmindedly. “I could do with a break from school and homework for like, the next month.”

The youngest brother flushed, peeking up at you through his bangs. “If you wanted to, I’d be happy to play with you.” He mumbled as he smiled.

“Oh, there’s Driver Bin!” Taehyung called, hopping up and pulling you and Jimin to your feet. 

You hugged Mana goodbye as the black van pulled up to the curb. Just as you turned to follow Jimin, however, someone knocked their shoulder into yours. 

“Oh, sweetie. You should really watch where you’re going.”

Brooklyn stood in your path with her arms crossed. Over her shoulder, you saw Aemilia and Constance standing a short distance away.  They looked as though they were about to make their way towards Aemilia’s family’s car. 

Of course, she could have just walked around you, but why would she ever let you off easy? 

The strawberry blonde wore a satisfied smile and she leaned over to whisper something in the ear of a haggard Constance. Constance merely blinked and nodded in response. 

You smiled at the girl in front of you. “Of course. It was all my mistake. I’m so sorry, Brooklyn.”

You stepped closer as though you were going to confront her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward you before she could step back.

She fought against you but that only made you grip her arm tighter. You could feel your nails start to dig into her skin.

 “I’m sorry that you’re nothing more than a means to an end.” You murmured in her ear.

The brunette stilled.

“I’m sorry Aemilia couldn’t care less about you or your family.”  You continued, speaking in a low voice. “I’m sorry that your so called friend sees you as mere disposable goods, or should I say...a useful little puppet?”

You released your grip on her arm, bringing your hand up to her shoulder instead and giving it a few consoling pats. “Didn’t your little sister just get the lead role in the school play? I would hate for you to be the next Constance...”

You looked toward the blonde just to emphasize your point and Brooklyn’s eyes followed your gaze.

Constance was staring, unseeing, at the ground, nervously clinging to Aemilia like a lifeline. She was strangely quiet and obedient...like a dog in fear of disobeying its master.

Brooklyn looked back and forth between you, Aemilia, and Constance in utter shock. You sent her one more sympathetic look before moving around her to follow the Kims into their car.

The remaining students whispered, wondering about what you said and in the corner of your eye, you saw Mana tilt their head inquisitively. You knew they had questions, questions you would have to answer later.

You bowed in greeting to Mr. Bin and entered the car behind Jimin like last time, Namjoon going in after you.

Mr. Bin closed the door and walked around to the other side of the vehicle in preparation to leave.

“I’ve never seen Brooklyn look so shocked,” Taehyung said from the backseat. He put his hands on the headrest behind you and poked his head around it. “What did you tell her?”

You shrugged. “Something that could hopefully put her life in a different perspective.”

“I don’t know how you deal with those girls, (Y/N).” Jimin said. “Aren’t you tired of the tricks Aemilia’s playing?”

“Don’t you just want to get rid of them, once and for all?” Taehyung asked, tone darkening.

You shrugged. “For whatever reason, she’s currently obsessed with me-”

The reason being all of you-

“-and of course I want her to stop, but I would never give her the satisfaction of letting her think she won. She’s petty, and a bully.”

You texted your mother an update on your location and locked your phone, looking up at your classmates. “She just needs a reality check. I’d be happy to give it to her every now and then.”

Part of you felt like trying to care for Brooklyn was pointless, especially after the way she treated you. The other part of you felt you were killing two birds with one stone--you were opening her eyes and isolating Aemilia in one go.

While Namjoon and Hoseok nodded in understanding, the rest of the boys couldn’t help but worry. 

They all followed Namjoon’s advice religiously in fear of scaring you away. But what if your independence only made it harder for them to be able to be there for you? What if you never came to them on your own for assistance?

...They would simply have to make it so that you had no other choice, would they not?

But the circumstances were not yet that dire, so for now, you had nothing to fear.

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The ride into the woods was pleasantly silent, and this time you made sure you didn’t fall asleep.

All too soon, Mr. Bin drove the van past the wrought-iron gate and up the impressive driveway. You weren’t as nervous as you were your first time visiting their residence, but you still had your guard up.

The boys bound up the wooden steps and opened the front door, piling into their home. You entered last, quietly closing the door behind you. 

As you were taking off your shoes, you spied a pair of nude slides next to all of the black ones.

Jungkook noticed you looking at them and smiled. “Mother prepared them for you. She saw you wearing hyung’s pair the last time you came over and ordered them after you left with your mom.”

“That’s so kind of her,” you said, slightly in awe. “I’ll be sure to express my thanks.”

You never thought you’d reach the day where Mrs. Kim would welcome you so readily into her home, but here you stood corrected. 

“(Y/N), let’s go!” Jimin called to you from the stairway.

“Coming!” You lay your shoes at the door, slid your feet into the slippers, and went to catch up with him, climbing upstairs. 

The library had hardly changed since you were gone. The shelves were just as dusty and dilapidated as before, and the couch was just as comfortable.

You maintained a safe distance away from Jimin this time as well so he wouldn’t get the opportunity to pull any tricks.

You spent the majority of the afternoon on writing the paper together, as you both had agreed. A few hours later, you finished and decided to get a head start on the presentation.

“‘The strength of a Nephilim depends on which angelic order their parent hails from,’” You read out to Jimin as he added to your shared document from his laptop. 

“‘The sheer majority, however, were parented by those in the third sphere. This was the lowest order consisting of the angels most concerned with the affairs of humans: Principalities, Archangels, and Angels.’”

“Got it.” He claimed, typing out a couple more sentences. “I think we have enough for the background information, but Mrs. Hargrove also wants us to discuss the religions they come from, their abilities and their weaknesses.”

You hummed. “Angels are mentioned in a multitude of religions, but Nephilim are really only mentioned in the Hebrew Bible, according to sources.”

“So that question shouldn’t be so difficult to answer,” He smiled, marking it. 

“Nephilim are really strong,” you said from behind the book cover, fascinated by the information it held. “They appear as ordinary humans on the outside but possess celestial powers bestowed upon them by their angelic parent. They’re faster and stronger than ordinary humans, and are excellent at reading people.” 

Jimin took the book from you and glanced further down in the book to see if he could find more specific powers for your project. 

“Oh, I found something here.” 

You opened your laptop and prepared to type as he read. 

“It says Nephilim possess super strength, longevity, the power of flight, healing abilities, teleportation, telepathy, angelic wrath, illusions, the ability to drain someone’s life force, and telekinesis.” He raised his eyebrow in awe. 

You chuckled as your hands raced to keep up with his words. “Illusions, the ability to drain someone’s life force, and what?”

“Telekinesis, the ability to move things with your mind.” He said. 

“I could use that all the time--like, the other day, I was waiting in front of the student council room to return the uniform I borrowed.” 

You recounted the story for Jimin as he peeked up at you. You were too engrossed in typing, however, to notice his gaze.  “I could have sworn the door was locked, but then Namjoon appeared and it unlocked without him pulling out a key or anything. He just flicked his wrist and open sesame.”

Jimin unabashedly stared at you, a small smile on his face. You always noticed the littlest things about them and it made his heart pound for you a little harder.

“Namjoon hyung always comes in at the coolest moments,” he replied, looking down at what you’d managed to gather so far. “So, we have the powers and where they come from. I think we found a section on their weaknesses the other day.”

“Yeah, it sounds like their main weakness is original sin, or the innate tendency to sin, all humans receive once they’re born.” You thought back to the section you and Jimin read before. “Because they’re part human and part angel, they are constantly at war with themselves and the human side typically wins.”

“Do you think that’s a bad thing?” Jimin asked. 

You closed your laptop. “...What do you mean?”

Jimin shifted, tucking his legs underneath him. “I mean, they’re celestial beings. They have cosmic powers at their disposal, access to the heavens, and everything they could have wanted. But they have a choice to throw it away, to sin, for...whatever the reason may be.” He muttered, glancing aside at the carpet. “If they gave it up, do you think they would have made the right decision?”

You paused for a moment, eyeing the shadows nearby branches cast on the library windows. “It think it depends on the person and what they’re sinning for. Whether they were doing it for their own self interest, or to protect a loved one-”

“What if they were doing it because they loved someone?” Jimin interrupted, eyes widened in curiosity.

Your eyes left the window as you turned to face him. “I would admire their dedication. And it’s not as though they lose their abilities when they fall from grace. I only wish that person would be worth it, and that they’re happy.” 

You smiled wistfully. “An angel losing their wings to love someone for the rest of their life. What a sad, beautiful thing. ’Tis the plight of being human, I suppose. They’re really not that different from us--besides the celestial gifts, of course.”

Jimin grinned and hummed in agreement. 

As always, only you could understand them perfectly.

You stood up from the couch and brushed off the back of your skirt. “Uh, Jimin, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?”

He smiled. “Yeah! You just make a left at the corner, then a right, then another right, and there should be a guest room with a bathroom in it.”

You zoned into and out of your thoughts momentarily and blinked, smiling and nodding at him. “Thanks.”

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Perhaps Jimin told you the directions incorrectly, or you made a left when you should have made a right, but there was no doubt about it. You were lost. There was no bathroom where he stated there was, and you’d been wandering around the third floor for several minutes now with no clue as to where it was.

“Damn this house.” You muttered under your breath. “Only seven people live here, why is it so big?”

You finally came upon what looked like a guest room, one that hopefully had a bathroom inside, when you heard two voices speaking from the behind the partially open door. 

“Seriously. You need to be more careful with these sorts of things.” The first voice said, deep and mature.

You stopped in your tracks immediately.

“It’s not like I wanted this to happen.” the second one spoke. Their voice was much lower and raspier than the first. 

“Of course you didn’t. That’s why you should pay more attention when doing your work.” The first voice nagged and you heard someone hiss.

“Ah, it’s fine. It was worth it. Still, thanks for patching me up, hyung.”

You were stuck near the crack in the door, too afraid to move in fear of being heard. 

“Whatever. You’re too reckless. Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”

“Oh, come on. How was I supposed to know that the kid would make such a-”

“Stop talking.” The first voice stated, sounding much lower than it had before. 

Your eyes shook at the sudden silence and you whipped around to look at the hallway, quickly searching for a place to hide.

About two steps behind you, there was a five foot long indent in the wall, courtesy of the prominent display of a large painting.

You risked it and threw yourself backward, stepping as quietly onto the wood as you could before throwing your back up against the indent, facing away from the room. 

And not a moment too soon, as you heard the door fly open the second you were hidden from view. You sunk to the floor in a crouch.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” You could hear the younger’s voice sound from the room much clearer now.

You sucked yourself as tightly into the corner as you could.

There was no response from the older and you strained your ears for a sign, a hint, anything.

Breathing felt too loud, swallowing felt too loud, the brush of your clothes against your neck as you turned your head felt too loud. Everything was deafening.

Please don’t find me, please don’t find me, please don’t find me-

There was the slow, soft padding of feet on the wooden floor. You trembled as it got closer and closer to where you sat. 

In the corner of your eye, you could see a socked foot, inches away from where you hid.

“Jin hyung!”

Your savior, none other than Jimin, appeared at the end of the hallway, yelling in excitement.

You know he saw you, of course he saw you. It was impossible not to coming from his direction. You cast your eyes down, praying he wouldn’t reveal your presence.

He grinned as he ran towards the man. 

“You came back early!” The younger boy tackled him in a hug, wrapping his legs around him. 

The force drove the man back several steps and he grunted, his foot disappearing from your sight. “Jimin, you’re getting a bit too old for this, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but I know you’ll always carry me, hyung.” You heard him giggle. 

“What are you doing up here?” The other voice asked, joining the other two in the hallway. You remained where you sat, not moving an inch. 

“Yoongi hyung! You came back too!”

He scoffed. “Of course I did.”

“Answer his question first, Jimin ah.” You heard the elder comment in a much warmer voice than the threatening tone you heard behind the door. 

“I was in the library working on a project with my classmate. She had to use the bathroom but she never came back, so I came looking for her.”

You blinked rapidly, staring at the wooden floor in front of you.

There was a pause. 

“Have either of you seen her?” Jimin asked.

“...No, we haven’t.” The deep and mature voice, which you now matched to the eldest brother, replied. 

“I’ll just keep looking, then. But you should head downstairs. Father will be home soon, he’ll be pleased to know you’re here!”

Due to the series of complaints you then heard, it sounded as though Jimin took both of his brothers by the wrist and led them to the stairway down the other side of the hallway. 

You waited in that spot for several moments, until you couldn’t hear anything but the wind blowing up against the walls. Once you ensured that they were gone, you ran back down the hallway you came, bladder be damned.

Of course. How could you have possibly forgotten Mr. and Mrs. Kim’s two eldest children?

Kim Yoongi and Kim Seokjin.

Had you not moved when you did, and had Jimin not interfered when he had, you might have...no, you surely would have lost your life in that instant.

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You made it back to the library, quickly and quietly opening the door before rushing in.

Jimin still hadn’t returned, so no one was there to see you fly over to the couch and plop down to sit. You tried to catch your breath to slow the pounding of your heart.

Kim Yoongi and Kim Seokjin. You were almost caught eavesdropping on their conversation.

You had never wanted to purge your memory more than in that exact moment.

What if they suspect I heard everything? What if they have the Augustuses’ people capture me for it? It couldn’t have been that important--it sounded like they were just patching up wounds. Maybe one of them got into a fight? Surely this wouldn’t be enough to warrant such violence. Even they have limits, yes? Then again, when did they ever need a reason to-

The library doors flew open and you flinched, looking up at them only to sigh in relief.

“(Y/N), there you are! Did you find the bathroom alright?”

Jimin’s eyes twinkled playfully as he smiled at you. You restrained yourself from cursing at or hitting him in anger and relief, choosing instead to let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah,” you stated quietly. “It was fine.”

At that moment you received a text from your mother stating that she was downstairs.

"My mom says she’s here. I guess it’s time for me to go.” You stated, beginning to pack your laptop and notebooks away.

“Sure! I’ll come downstairs with you.” He smiled and turned away from you to return The Word of the Lost to its proper shelf.

“Thanks,” you whispered, then zipped your bag up.

Jimin was already gliding away toward the back of the library, the leather bound book in hand, but he still managed to hear you. He didn’t respond, but he smirked triumphantly.

You accepted his silence as a “You’re welcome” and took the moment to fix your composure. When you were both ready, he led the way downstairs.

“My eldest sons have finally returned home!” You heard Kim Moonsik cheer from the living room. 

His tone, usually melancholic and oily, was much lighter today. You surmised that even his mood could be improved by the sight of his family.

He sat on one of the two settees while his two oldest sons perched on the long, gray couch in front of him. 

They both had black hair and dark eyes, like their brothers and parents. One was casually dressed in a large black hoodie and black sweatpants, while the other looked comfortable in a neutral toned sweater and slacks.

The one sitting on the left rolled his eyes. “I don’t understand why you had hyung drag me here a week earlier than necessary, Father. It isn’t that big of a deal.”

Kim Yoongi was notorious for his rebellious attitude. You had heard that since his days at Ichabod Academy, he never listened to authority figures--his classmates were afraid of him and his teachers let him do as he please. The only time he would adhere to rules and tradition was at the required monthly meetings, for obvious reasons.

“On the contrary,” The older man chuckled. “Every time you come home is cause for occasion, my prodigal son.”

“Have some sympathy for me here.” The eldest drawled with his arms crossed. “I get a headache every time I’m forced to drag you home with me.”

Kim Seokjin, on the other hand, was an entertainer. He would lower people’s defenses with a friendly expression and a joke. The citizens of Ichabod found him much more agreeable and respectable as Mayor Kim’s eldest son. They thought him harmless. They fawned over him and Namjoon, praising the mayor for how well he’d raised them in terms of respect and diplomacy.

They were fools. For even now, you could see it as he lounged back relaxedly in his seat: Kim Seokjin may be considered kind and polite, but he was by no means harmless. 

“Do you want me to bring you some medicine?” Jimin piped up from beside you on the stairs, drawing the three’s attention. 

You could feel the college students’ gaze burning into the side of your face.

You kept your facial expression neutral and descended the stairs behind Jimin, who skipped down the rest of them. 

“Who’s this?” You heard Yoongi question.

“This is my classmate, (Y/N). She’s the person I was looking for earlier,” Jimin said, seating himself in between his older brothers.

You bowed toward them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Seokjin smiled and reached out his hand. You extended yours, expecting a handshake. 

He held it, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the back of it. “The pleasure is all ours.” 

Yoongi smirked as you took your hand back, fighting a blush. “How lovely it is to make your acquaintance.”

“Thank you, you too. It’s nice to see you again as well, Mr. Kim.” You addressed the older man.

“You also, (Y/N) dear. I’m simply ecstatic you took up our invitation.” Mayor Kim said, the usual, passionate fire in his eyes blazing. 

You fought back a shudder. 

“You know the entire town needs to be present, Yoongi ah.” Mr. Kim continued the conversation from before. “You’re no exception.”

“I never said I was,” the second oldest retorted. “I just prefer to spend less of my break here.”

“How’s everything at school, Jiminie?” Seokjin asked as Jimin wrapped his arms around his midsection, skillfully redirecting the subject matter.

“Strange, as usual.” He mumbled, hesitantly looking up at you. 

“I heard the police finally found the Pierre boy,” Mr. Kim added, and you suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in the presence of this conversation.

Where’s my mother? Weren’t we supposed to be leaving?

“Yes, we heard about it at lunch.” Jimin said. His tone when speaking to his father wasn’t as clipped or standoffish as it was when he was speaking to his mother; rather, it was more lackadaisical. “Right, (Y/N)?”

All four heads spun to you, still standing in the middle of the living room. 

“Why are you standing there looking so stiff?” Seokjin sent you a sinister smile. “Come join us.”

This was the last place you wanted to be, but you had no choice in the matter. You smiled awkwardly and shuffled to the empty settee. 

Before you could sit down, however, Jimin jumped up and pulled you to the couch, seating you in his old spot between his brothers. He then claimed the spot on the other side of Seokjin.

You stiffened and relaxed in a second, praying to everything that you didn’t look as uncomfortable as you felt.

The atmosphere was stifling. You couldn’t breathe.

“It’s a shame what happened to him, truly.” Mr. Kim continued, humming in sympathy. “I sincerely hope something like that doesn’t have to happen again.”

How dare he sit here and act as though he had nothing to do with it? What happened to Chance Pierre was his fault! You unconsciously balled your fist in your lap.

“I’m sure everyone will take this lesson to heart, Father.” Seokjin consoled him. “May they never underestimate the power of Wylynne’s grace again.”

“She is holy and forgiving, but some actions need to be punished, yes.” Yoongi added from your right with a cruel smirk. “Praise Wylynne.”

“Praise Wylynne.” Jimin nodded, eyes twinkling with amusement.

It suddenly occurred to you that you were the only one left who had not spoken. When you raised your eyes to meet with the others’, indeed, they were waiting for your response.

“...Praise Wylynne.” You smiled. False religion or not, there was no way you would be testing your luck in front of the divine priest and his sons.

Mr. Kim nodded in approval, then broke out into a laugh. “Wise, hardworking, and devoted; like mother, like daughter. Wylynne surely smiles upon the women of the (L/N) family.”

You laughed awkwardly. “Thank you, Mr. Kim.”

“Will your mother be arriving to get you soon?” Mr. Kim asked you.

“It was to my knowledge that she was already here-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your head spun toward the sound of your mother’s voice and found her standing in the entryway next to Kim Eunbyul. She wore navy blue scrubs today and her hair was pulled back into a bun with a few loose strands in the front. 

You had thought right. The two were a vision next to each other.

Mrs. Kim walked over, bringing your mother with her. “I apologize for the wait--(M/N) and I were having the most delightful conversation. (Y/N) my dear, how are you?”

She sat next to her husband on one settee and your mother took a seat on the other, empty one. 

This was your second time seeing Mrs. Kim, yet you still could not get over her beauty. She wore another silk housedress, a muslin scarf draped behind her back and over her inner arms. 

Her elegance was neither ostentatious nor arrogant. She demanded respect but gave it in return. 

She had what Aemilia desperately sought after but could never possess.

You nodded with a smile, bowing slightly. “Good evening, Mrs. Kim. I’m fine, thanks for worrying. And thank you so much for the sandals, I really appreciate you going out of your way for me.”

The former actress waved her hand lightly as she laughed. “It was no trouble at all!”

She took your hands in hers and looked down at her feet. “Besides, we match!” Following her gaze, your eyes widened. Indeed, you both had the same style and brand of slippers on.

“Thank you so much for the welcoming her so warmly, Mrs. Kim.” Your mother smiled. 

“Of course.” She assured. “Think nothing of it. I already think of you both as family.”

Your heart warmed a bit and you smiled in response to her words, for you already greatly admired Mrs. Kim. To think that she had taken a liking to both you and your mother...

It was then that the rest of the brothers trekked downstairs in curiosity, then heartily grinned once they realized their oldest brothers had arrived.

“How about we let the kids step aside so us adults can talk properly, hmm?” Mrs. Kim suggested, taking her husband’s hand.

Mr. Kim grinned and squeezed her hand in response. “A wonderful idea, love.”

The boys then quickly pulled you away from the main couches, moving your discussion toward the glass windows. 

You looked back at your mom a couple of times while the brothers greeted each other before focusing on the conversation at hand.

The eight of you stood in a circle near the windows, and you were currently stuck between Jungkook and Seokjin. 

“The other day, (Y/N) said she really liked your interior designing, Jin hyung.” Hoseok piped up. “She said she thought the living room was lovely.”

“Did she? She must have impeccable taste.” He playfully winked at you.

You smiled weakly. “Thank you. I really admire what you’ve done with the space.”

Yoongi, across from you, leaned against the glass. “How is everything at the academy these days?” He asked. 

You hesitated to answer then directed your gaze to the floor thinking the question was not meant for you. When you didn’t hear any of the other boys speak, you looked up and found six sets of eyes on you.

Their gazes were so focused and intense, as if you would break or disappear the moment they looked away. You shifted your eyes.

“It’s not the easiest, but isn’t that what high school is like for everyone?” You grimace-smiled.

“(Y/N)’s being bullied.” Taehyung revealed, draping himself over Jimin’s shoulder. “Aemilia Augustus and her lackeys won’t leave her alone.”

This little-

You whipped your head around to see if your mother had heard anything. Thankfully, Taehyung’s voice was lowered at the time. She seemed engrossed in her discussion with Mrs. Kim. 

“The Augustus princess?” Yoongi asked, interrupting your thoughts. 

“She’s what?” Jin started in surprise, his polite smile turning into a displeased frown. He glanced at Namjoon. The student council president simply nodded in response.

“She has the other kids pester or steal from (Y/N).” Hoseok added, glaring out the window. “The students can hardly stop talking about it.” 

Jungkook gently tugged on your shirt sleeve to get your attention. “If she’ s bothering you--” 

“It’s alright.” You assured them before they could really give Aemilia and her people a reason to go after you. “I’m working it out.”

“And how well is that going?” Namjoon snorted, giving you a knowing look.

You grimaced, locking and unlocking your phone. “...I’m working it out.” You repeated, suddenly fascinated by the wooden floor.

“If she ever gives you a hard time, you let me know.” Yoongi said, holding up his fists. One hand was wrapped in bandages and the other hand was bare, knuckles covered in torn skin and still-healing scabs. “I don’t get these from just lying around, if you catch my drift.”

You gaped at his hands and at the offer. Kim Yoongi? Offering to beat someone up for you? Where had his famous apathetic attitude gone?

“Violence is never the answer, Yoongi ah.” Seokjin replied before you could. He gently took your phone from you while it was unlocked and swiped around until he found your contacts. “If you ever need help, just give us a call. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We’ll always be there.”

You opened and closed your mouth in distress. 

Seokjin pointedly ignored the glare Namjoon was sending his way. 

He was jealous of his younger brothers, who got to see and speak with you every day. Earlier, he’d been in the middle of healing and wrapping Yoongi’s injury when he saw your shadow outside the door. 

He’d barely been able to hold himself back from ripping you out your hiding spot and pulling you into his arms. But then all of their progress would have been for naught. 

So he allowed Jimin to drag him away. 

But not anymore.

He understood that you needed your time and space but, really, their angel shouldn’t be so stubborn around them. 

He held the device out to you and you took it back, observing the six newest additions to your contacts list. He’d taken the time to add not just his number, but the rest of the brothers’ numbers as well.

“Thank you,” You confided with a rare, genuine, and small smile, “really. But I can handle it myself.”

On the outside, some of them nodded while the others frowned at the floor.

On the inside, however, they collectively sighed inside their head, tired of your age old response.

They just wanted you to be able to lean on them, to see them as another option that was always available to you, and only you.

How long was it going to take for you to trust them? How far would they have to go to capture the object of their desire?

Whatever the obstacle, they would surely overcome it. 

Your mother called your name once more and you shouldered your bag, replacing the nude slippers with your school shoes.

“I hope you have a pleasant night,” You said to the brothers, fumbling with your shoes. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow!” Jimin waved you off with a smile and his brothers and parents chorused farewells behind him.

You both bowed once more to the Kim family and descended the stairs, making as hasty but collected an exit as possible.

“I swear, (Y/N), I lose years off my life every time I come to this house,” your mother murmured once you both sat in the car.

“You know what, Mom? So do I.” You exhaled, slumping down in the front seat. “Drive slowly, won’t you? I might be the one throwing up once we reach the edge of the woods.”

Your mother barked out a laugh and nodded in thanks to Mr. Bin as he opened the gate. 

As you drove away from the Kim family home, you opened your messages and texted Mana, updating them on how you’d nearly lost your life this time.

That night, you ate dinner, cleaned up, finished other assignments, and had an hours long conversation with Mana about Brooklyn and your latest visit to the Kim residence.

The way their eyes bugged out of their head when you told them about how you’d nearly gotten caught made you laugh. Of course, it hadn’t been funny in the moment. Even thinking about it now made you slightly nauseous.

But you went to sleep that night all the same, dreaming once again of haunting, magnificent black wings.

——————————————————————

Once the front door of the Kim household closed, Jimin’s cheerful face dropped into a scowl. 

And he was not the only one upset. All seven of them glowered around the room in the aftermath of (Y/N)’s departure.

Kim Eunbyul and Kim Moonsik sat deathly still on the couch, unprepared for whatever was coming.

When someone is explosive with anger, they are destructive. One might break things, they may say harmful words, but for the most part, one takes their anger out in that single moment.

The seven men behind them were different.  

When they were angry, they plotted. The harder it was for them to get what they wanted, the harder they fought. They made sure there would be nothing that could possibly be in their way. 

“We told you to be patient, hyung.” Namjoon broke the angry silence. “Don’t ruin all of our plans with your ineptitude.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Seokjin scoffed. “I put your number in her phone, too. Try being a little grateful.”

“Don’t disrespect your elders, Namjoon.” Hoseok chided, shoving his hands in his pockets. “We told you to put your dog on her leash.”

“You weren’t complaining when Aemilia’s antics gave you opportunities to help (Y/N),” Namjoon sneered. “I loathe her very existence as well, don’t misunderstand me.”

“You should hear the rumors going around at school, Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook frowned. “People are placing bets on how soon Aemilia’s going to destroy her.”

“I know you’re the brains of this operation but if (Y/N) gets hurt, this is not going to end prettily.” Yoongi stated solemnly.

“I won’t let it get to that point.” Namjoon assured.

“Get it together. And keep that girl in line.” Seokjin nodded.

There was a significant reason Eunbyul was so receptive of the (h/c) haired girl and her mother. 

Despite the fact that she really did enjoy your company and was happy to welcome you into their home, she knew what would await her if she ever dared to mistreat you.

You precious thing. You precious, hardheaded, stubborn thing. Why did you not give in to what they wanted? Could you truly not see how much they how much they longed to protect possess be with you?

Perhaps you’ve already started picking up on it, and this was why you wanted to distance yourself from them before it was too late.

You beautiful, foolish thing. It was already far too late.

Eunbyul quivered, squeezing her husband’s hand. Moonsik wore a stony expression on his face, but he squeezed his wife’s hand back with surprising strength. 

When she looked up from her lap, she gasped, for Jungkook was squatting directly in front of her. She felt as though his dark gaze was piercing her soul.

The probability of that very thing happening in this instant was high.

She exhaled and carefully avoided his gaze.

“Mother, Father,” he hummed, “is everything alright? You’re shaking like leaves in the wind.”

“Oh dear.” Taehyung replied, resting his arms on the back of the settee behind them. He tilted his head and frowned down at the two as if they were insects, scurrying around in an attempt to escape their deaths. “That doesn’t sound very good.”

“I’m sure it was just a result of them working so hard.” Seokjin smiled at Moonsik. “I must say, I was impressed.” The elder simply nodded and avoided his gaze.

Namjoon strolled over to Eunbyul’s side of the settee and gently pat the woman on her back. “Your performance today was especially moving, Mother.”

“At least she wasn’t trembling in front of (Y/N) like she did last time,” Jimin kissed his teeth. “Useless woman.”

Hoseok bent over in laughter, the outburst shortening into a light giggle as he joined them by the couches. 

“They work diligently, why not praise them once in a while?” He suggested, suppressing another laugh.

“Like I’ll ever.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “I really hope you know what you’re talking about, Namjoon hyung. I’m going to bed before I feel the need to hit something--or someone.” Jimin glared and bounded back up the stairs.

“It’s alright. We’re fine.” Eunbyul forced out. “Thank you.”

“Yes, you should be. If you weren’t, it would imply you did something wrong.” Yoongi smiled.

“And if you did something wrong,” Jin continued, “...well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

She stiffly nodded. 

“Of course not.” Taehyung grinned and pat her head condescendingly. 

“Of course.” Moonshik repeated, willing his hands to stop trembling.

He had never expected this to happen. He never thought he would be living the life that he did.

He had called for power, and he had surely received it, but not in the way he thought he would.

Was the insurmountable power worth the treatment he received in his own home?

Yes. And if he had to repeat it, he would have made the exact same decision. It would surely be worth it. That was what he told himself day in and day out, the prayer he spoke to his god in an attempt to convince himself of the lie.

It would surely be worth it.

“We’re trusting you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.” 

——————————————————————

The Augustus residence was a fairly old building, a beautiful family manor transformed into a modern, affluent home. It stood in the center of the city, as their family used to be the epicenter of society. 

Aemilia found both her home and its location extremely fitting. 

As unfortunate as it would be that she would have to move from this stately home to one in the middle-of-nowhere woods, she was willing to deal with it. She would follow her future husband anywhere, everywhere, if need be.

Usually, the esteemed Augustus home was silent. 

“How could you?” Brooklyn shouted in anger.

But today, those grand old walls whispered in the wind through quite the ruckus.

“The people that work for your family dragged Constance’s little brother out of his home in the middle of the day! They tortured him for two weeks! You knew where he was the whole time, and you didn’t say a thing!” Brooklyn gestured toward their friend. “She came to you for help, and you slammed the door in her face!”

The blonde had stopped talking long ago. She curled herself into a ball and tucked her head into her chest, looking well on the verge of a panic attack. 

The three girls had arrived at Aemilia’s house earlier, prepared to do the usual: finish some homework, study, and binge watch some shows. 

But (Y/N) (L/N)’s words had been ringing inside of Brooklyn’s head all afternoon. 

A means to an end. 

Disposable goods.

A useful little puppet.

She couldn’t take thinking it anymore, so she finally voiced the dreaded question. Brooklyn asked Aemilia what she and Constance meant to her.

The strawberry blonde tilted her head, staying quiet for several minutes. She then grinned and replied,“My ladies in waiting?”

For Wylynne’s sake. She could have at least been less direct than to compare them to literal servants.

Brooklyn erupted at Aemilia, asking her if that’s what she thought years of friendship had amounted to, thus leading them to their current argument.

For whatever reason, it had never occurred to the brunette that Aemilia may be using her. She thought she had broken the barriers the callous girl held for her long ago, but after Constance showed up at Brooklyn’s house in tears, combined with Aemilia’s response to Chance’s disappearance...

Perhaps it was time she seriously reevaluated their “friendship”.

“Don’t you think you could have reassured her that he was alive? Even police officers tell family members when people have been arrested.” Brooklyn glared at the other girl.

“Get real, Brooklyn. This isn’t a stupid police station. This is Ichabod. It’s because we live in Ichabod that Chance broke the law, and received his due punishment.” Aemilia justified coldly.

“A fourteen year old boy in laying in his bed, covered in bruises and permanently blind in one eye. But I need to get real because this is Ichabod, and that somehow makes it okay?” Brooklyn raised her volume, disturbed by how convicted Aemilia was in her reasoning. “How could you possibly think that makes it okay?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Aemilia sneered, “I wasn’t aware that I needed your opinion or approval for my thoughts and actions.”

“That’s exactly the problem! This is about you playing us, using us through your actions! I honestly thought we meant more than that to you!” She snarled in response.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” Aemilia shrugged. “You and Constance used me for popularity and safety, and now you come crying to me, claiming that I can’t use you in return?” She barked out a laugh. “That hardly seems fair. How ungrateful.”

The brunette couldn’t deny the benefits that came along with being close to the strawberry blonde, but for her to twist their entire history and friendship into one of utility? She was beside herself with anger.

“Used you? You think we used you? For what?” She roared. “Your money? Your status? Don’t you think we have those exact same things?” 

Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre were not one’s normal, run of the mill best friends. In fact, they were in extremely similar situations to Aemilia, for their families were also members of the old city elite. 

The Hayes and Pierres had lived in Ichabod for nearly as long as the Augustuses. They may not have had the same amount of prestige that Aemilia lay claim to, but they certainly were not far off.

“You grew up with us and thought we were nothing more than what? Walking labels that strengthened your social status? People you could use to do your bidding?” Brooklyn deadpanned. “We were nothing more than pawns in your game, weren’t we?”

“We didn’t befriend you because of your title or your family, Aemilia. We befriended you because we admired you and your personality. We weren’t the ones that twisted your perception of us into toys, or puppets, or ladies in waiting.” She gave a mirthless smile. “That was all you.”

Aemilia paused, reminiscing on her younger days. In every interaction she ever experienced, she was treated like royalty. At some point, she simply assumed it was natural for everyone to bend to her every whim.

Everyone...except for those two.

They had approached her for some childish reason like playing dolls or tag or other, but it was all genuine. 

“I honestly can’t believe you.” Brooklyn shook her head at her silence and stormed around the room, collecting her and Constance’s materials and shoving them into their respective bags. 

“All these years. All these years, and I was that clueless, that hopeful.” Brooklyn muttered as she gave her a cruel smile. “I can’t believe (Y/N) (L/N) knew you better than I did.” 

Aemilia’s face flushed bright red. 

“Your ladies in waiting are going to relieve themselves of their position now.” Brooklyn carefully dragged the non responsive blonde to her feet, holding both of their bags and contacting her personal driver. She curled her lip. “Please feel free to march your way to the throne by yourself, your highness.” 

The door slammed shut behind them, and for a moment, the residence was silent once more.

Then, with an anguished cry, Aemilia picked up whatever textbooks were nearby and vaulted them at her walls.

First, her future husband. Next, her friends. What would that (h/c) haired bitch steal next? Her life?

“No. No. I won’t let it get that far. I would never let you get away with it!” She screamed, hurling another book. 

Her bedroom door swung open and her father ducked the incoming textbook. “Aemilia! What on earth is going on? Brooklyn and Constance just left looking extremely upset, did you three have an argument?”

She dropped the rest of the textbooks, raced to her father and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Daddy, I need you to call up the special squadron.”

Aloysius Augustus held his daughter’s hands and warily pried them off of him. “Whatever for?”

Aemilia flashed him a maniacal grin. “Namjoon just texted me. He says his father believes he’s found in another soul in dire need of discipline.”

——————————————————————

Ever since engaging in this battle of wills with Aemilia, you tell yourself that there isn’t anything that could surprise you anymore.

Yet the actions of your classmates the next morning were strange. Stranger than you could possibly anticipate.

You entered the classroom and found a group of girls standing in a huddle around a desk, whispering to one another.

The room was strangely empty. Neither Mana nor Jimin had arrived yet, nor had some of your other classmates known for coming to school relatively early.

The girls noticed your entrance and quieted immediately. You found this suspicious, so you decided you wanted nothing to do with them. You shifted your gaze away from them and kept on walking to your seat.

That is, until you heard one of them scoff loudly in your direction.

“I mean, just look at her. She walks around the school as if she’s better than us, just because Ms. Diivi had Jimin sit next to her.”

You froze but their tittering only got louder. 

The girl that scoffed before, a classmate of yours named Seph, left the group and stood in front of you with crossed arms.

“You’re not anything special, (Y/N). You shouldn’t mistake yourself.”

The others seemed to agree with her as, soon enough, they left the desk one by one to surround you.

“It’s really pathetic how you practically beg for Jimin’s attention.”

“The other day, when you made him give you his sweater? It was really embarrassing.”

“Yeah, I could hardly stand to watch.”

They imitated your shivering as they laughed, making it look as though you were having a seizure.

“You used to be tolerable at the least, but Jimin transferred to our class and you finally decided to take the opportunity to climb the ranks, huh?” Another sneered.

You could hardly move. You were stuck in place, the words swimming around in your head.

Externally, you stared down at the ground in confusion, but internally, you were shocked. You couldn’t believe the accusations the girls were coming up with.

Even after everything this town had been through, the Kim brothers still had some sort of deluded fan club...and now they were coming after you.

“What the hell?” You finally said, lifting your head to look each of them in the eye. “Why would I go begging for his attention?”

“Don’t try to deny it, bitch.” Seph snarled. “You used to keep your head down and mind your business like the rest of us, but now, all of a sudden, you’re relishing in the spotlight.”

“We’ll see just how much Jimin likes you soon enough.” One of her lackeys snickered.

They left you where you stood, turning their attention to the doorway.

You could see Jimin from the glass window in the door, waving goodbye to Taehyung as he headed off to his respective classroom. He reached down to twist the knob and pulled the door open.

Had you blinked, you would have missed the entire thing.

Seph pulled a bucket out from under the desk they were all crowded around and threw its contents all over Jimin.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in shock as he was doused in water from head to toe. His uniform was soaked and his hair lost its floofy nature, flattening down over his eyes.

One of the girls ripped the bucket away from her and shoved it into your hands. They moved back in tandem, shocked gasps hiding their deeds as Jimin wiped water out of his eyes, which landed on you holding the bucket.

“(Y/N)...?”

You were just as shocked as he was, mouth agape. The evidence was completely against you.

He looked up at you with teary eyes. He looked hurt, so angry, you figured there was no way you were going to get out of this.

“I didn’t do it, why would I?” You protested.

“Jimin, are you alright?” The ringleader picked back up, skillfully concealing a triumphant smirk with an open look of concern. “(Y/N), how could you do such an awful thing? Especially after he’s been nothing but kind to you...”

Wow, does she get lessons from Mrs. Kim or something?

You dropped the bucket in surprise. “No! Jimin, it wasn’t me, I promise, they just grabbed the bucket out of nowhere-”

This is it. My mother is going to have to bury her daughter young. I failed to provide for her, or thank her for everything she’s done for me. Your thoughts couldn’t stop racing. 

“Even for a prank, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?” They continued behind you.

“She’s been acting all this time. I’m not surprised.” 

“He treated her so well and it all just blew up in his face.”

“That’s just like her.”

“She’s lying directly to his face, how fake.”

“Disgusting.”

They continued spouting lies in front of Jimin, telling him about how you were only using him, how you would curse his very existence behind his back. 

Jimin approached you, his wet shoes squeaking on the tile floors.

You backed up, intimidated, bumping the back of your leg against another desk and falling to the floor.

...Would begging help? 

When you finally looked up at him, begging felt like an appealing option.

Jimin’s eyes glistened, chocolate colored irises now hardened and flashing gold.

They were even colder than the ones you’d seen in your dreams, and you felt the temperature around you drop considerably.

You must have been going crazy with terror, something that wasn’t completely amiss in your town. The girls behind you were feasting on the fearful expression in your eyes.

Then, right as you were about to stand, Jimin gently put his hands on your elbows and guided you up.

To their surprise, he tugged you to your feet, wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and pulled you in for a hug.

“You must have been so scared, weren’t you, (Y/N)?” Jimin whispered in your ear. “Those rats dared to mess with you. They tried to come between us with petty rumors and tricks. It’s okay, I’m here now. I believe you.”

He rubbed his hand up and down your back, the water from his uniform seeping into the front of yours. “I’ll make sure you have nothing to fear.”

Jimin pulled away from the hug, smiling at you. He then turned to face the girls, and with that same chilling smile, spoke.

“You all enjoy playing pranks, yes?”

The girls’ expressions changed in a matter of seconds, from snickers and taunts to tearful pleads.

Seph could hardly pick her jaw up off the floor. “Jimin! It was (Y/N), we all saw her-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You heard a low chuckle sound from the doorway and whipped your head towards the sound.

“I saw everything with my own eyes.” Hoseok stood in the entrance, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame.

When had he gotten there?

“And quite frankly, I don’t take too kindly to you lying about what happened to my darling little brother.” His famed smile slipped from his face as he stared down the girls with more hatred than you’d ever seen him possess.

“Jimin...” you reached out to get his attention, but he couldn’t pry his gaze away from the detestable scum that stood before him.

How quickly the tables had turned, you thought as you watched them cower.

Jimin calmly walked toward her and tucked his hand underneath her chin, yanking her ear to his mouth.

He directly whispered into Seph’s ear, but everyone in the room besides (Y/N) heard the same thing, the message pulsing loud and clear inside their heads.

“I’ll make you wish you had never done that.”

He left the group huddling against one another in fright.

“You’ll have to try harder than that.” Hoseok smirked and kicked off the door, walking off with his hands in his pocket.

You stood, incredulous at what had just happened.

“Jimin.” You lay your hand on his shoulder and he covered it with his, turning to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide with expectation.

“Let’s go see your brother, we can get you some new clothes.” You said softly. He smiled serenely and nodded, dragging you to the door by the hand.

Before you could step out, however, he turned around to face them and glowered. “Clean this mess up.”

Seph whimpered and knelt down to pick up the bucket. The other girls scrambled to collect paper towels to dry the floor.

You watched them, trying to conjure up some form of sympathy. That could have been you, cowering beneath him. Moments ago, that was you.

Frighteningly enough, that familiar, heart-strengthening feeling made no appearance. There was no hatred, no remorse. You felt nothing as you were dragged away to the third floor.

Jimin knocked on the door to the student council room, smiling as he spotted his brother. Namjoon, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Hyung! I need a new uniform.”

He stepped back to let the two of you enter. Jimin released your hand and beelined for the atrium, grabbing a new shirt and a pair of pants. He then stepped into the bathroom and loudly shut the door.

“Do you mind telling me what that was all about?” Namjoon looked down at you for a moment before his eyes flew up and he stared at the wall with newfound interest. “Feel free to grab a change of clothes as well.”

You followed his gaze and jumped at just how wet the front of your shirt had gotten. “Thanks,” you muttered, desperately hiding your blush.

I’m seriously finding myself back here too often.

You got another polo from the closet and left the door open as you changed, praying that Jimin wouldn’t leave the bathroom and that Namjoon wouldn’t walk around the corner. To keep him busy, you filled him in on what had happened moments before.

When you were finished, you stepped out into the main room with your wet shirt folded over your arm. Namjoon leaned against the wooden table with his arms crossed. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked as though he didn’t know whether to laugh or punch someone.

You glanced at Namjoon and thought back to the way he looked at the people around him.

It quickly dawned on you how bothered you were by Namjoon’s view of everyone around him as some sort of game. 

He always wore an amused smile on his face: when he was looking at his mother in his family home, when he heard what Constance did to you, when he saw all of the students worrying over Chance, and whenever Aemilia and her antics were brought up.

He probably thought he was so clever at hiding it, at being the misfortunate yet accomplished gentleman that everyone perceived him to be, but you saw right through his act.

“The audacity they have to dare make such a ruckus on school property,” He clenched his jaw. “Don’t worry. They will surely receive proper punishment.”

You nodded, eyes glazing over with indifference.

You were too grateful that it was not you or Mana and too exhausted to be concerned with the affairs of other students.

They should have been prepared for this, at the very least. You were only worried about the well being of you and your loved ones.

Did that make you incredibly selfish? Did that make you just like...them?

A hot flash of anger rose in you and died as quickly as it had appeared.

Perhaps Namjoon’s act angered you because it was so similar to, no, better, than your own.

Your face twisted in response to your thoughts. “Thanks for the help. I’ll be sure to pay you back. Tell Jimin I’ll see him in class,” you muttered and bowed then left, needing to separate yourself from them as soon as possible.

Namjoon watched you leave, intrigued by the sudden look of displeasure you wore. “...She noticed,” he chuckled to himself.

"She must not have liked it,” Jimin said as he walked out, fully changed. His hair was still a little wet, but it was nothing he couldn’t take care of later.

Namjoon scoffed.

His little brother subsequently seized opportunity of your absence to explain to Namjoon just how delightful you looked in front of him.

“She looked as though she were about to beg, hyung. As gorgeous a sight as it was, those lower beings had the nerve to send her to her knees.” Jimin growled. “They terrified her, made her think I was going to hurt her.”

“What would you like to do with them?” Namjoon asked him as he leaned against the wooden table, a familiar smirk on his face.

By the end of homeroom, those girls were removed from your section. By the end of lunch, they had left your class and the school completely.

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The final bell rang and you lifted your head off your desk. You’d been trapped in your thoughts since earlier today, but your class schedule had given you no time to focus on your inner monologue.

Someone’s finger tapped your shoulder and you snapped out of your thoughts, directing your attention to them. 

A freshman stood before you nervously and passed you a folded piece of paper. 

“Thanks,” you muttered.

The kid nodded and scurried out of the classroom.

You unfolded the paper, reading the slightly disorganized handwriting. 

You and me, (L/N). Show up alone. Rooftop. 4 pm.

You didn’t even need to ask the kid who it was from.

“This is the game you’re going to play?” You mumbled to yourself. “You still can’t even confront me face to face.”

Unfortunately for you, you already were alone. Mana never came to school today, as they had gone with their father to visit their grandmother at her nursing home, and Jimin was going to be in robotics club for the next forty-five minutes or so.

Then again, Brooklyn and Constance didn’t look like they were attached to Aemilia’s hip today either. The brunette spent all of lunch sending her a bunch of particularly nasty glares from across the cafeteria.

You eyed the clock. fiddling with your phone. After several minutes of deliberation, you opened it to text your mother that you would take yourself home today. 

Let’s get this over with.

Approximately thirty minutes later, you shouldered your back pack on and made your way to the school staircase. 

You texted Mana an update on where you were going and what you were going to do, just in case. After a second thought, you also texted Jimin.

They must not have had their phones on them because they didn’t text back immediately, so you locked yours and put it in your pocket.

When you finally arrived to the rooftop, you saw Aemilia standing near the edge, strawberry blonde ponytail swinging in the autumn breeze.

You already weren’t feeling well and wanted to go home several hours ago. Alas, you were here. 

Your school rooftop was moderately large; appropriate, considering the size of the building. There was nothing up there but a few stacked, forlorn chairs, scattered materials, and blocks of concrete that functioned as storage spaces.

“What do you want, Aemilia?” You asked tiredly. 

She didn’t say anything, nor did she turn around. You walked a couple steps closer to her and stopped. “Hello?” 

“Did you enjoy yourself, (Y/N)?” She asked, her back still facing you. 

You squinted in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Did you enjoy taking everything away from me? Everything that I deemed mine?” Aemilia finally turned to face you. 

On the outside, she looked no different than she had a couple of days ago, but her eyes seemed...hollow.

“I didn’t take anything from you.” You pointed out. “Though, it sounds like you finally realized how skilled you are at pushing people away from you. That has nothing to do with me.”

“Don’t lie to my face.” She croaked out a laugh. “Don’t you dare claim that you haven’t stolen anything of mine.”

Her gaze turned malicious. “I thought you’d be a bug. Small, easy to crush. I wanted to make you even more insignificant than you already were. Unidentifiable.”

“But the harder I tried, the more I failed to crush you. I wanted to rub you into the dirt, but you kept on escaping unblemished.” She gazed in bored ire at her own two hands as though there was something on them that only she could see.

“So I realized, if I can’t crush you, then I’ll just have to destroy you. Completely.”

Foreign hands grabbed your arms with a vice and you started, immediately fighting to pry them off. 

“Are you fucking serious? What are you doing?” You voice was a mixture of fear and disbelief.

Had your greatest fear finally come true? Were the Kims actually going to make an example of you?

“I’m simply executing my right as an Augustus. I am removing anyone who is a threat to the Kim’s empire. My future empire.” She calmly remarked, nodding tonce o whoever was behind you. 

No. She was doing this for her own purpose. Her sense of order, of what was right in the world.

“Aemilia! You can’t do this!” Your voice raised in pitch and your breathing increased, your blood pumping faster and faster by the second. The hands on your arms were growing tighter and tighter.

“Oh, (Y/N). I tried to warn you several times. You didn’t listen.” She chided with false disappointment. “You did this to yourself.”

“Are you scared? Have you now realized your wrong doing? What a shame.” You watched in horror as a deranged smile crept its way onto her face and Aemilia threw her head back in laughter. “It’s already too late!”

There was no time for her descent into madness.

You stilled for just a second, then rocked your head back and successfully slammed it into your captor’s. There was a low grunt from behind you and the person let you go. You took off without a second thought.

You didn’t even bother trying the school door, as you knew it would be blocked. 

Instead, you ran past Aemilia, shoving her aside as hard as you could, in the direction of the roof’s edge.

The strawberry blonde fell, but her laughter didn’t pause--if anything, it only rose in volume. 

You realized the person had regained control of themself, as they came barreling after you.

Yet you also knew that one floor below you, there was a balcony informally used by all the students as a multipurpose space. To your knowledge, it consisted of old blankets and furniture.

I’d rather take my chances with an old table or couch than these bastards, you thought as you ran towards the eaves.

The closer you got, the harder your heart beat in your chest. You were terrified. But somehow, under all the fear, you were able to rationally think and suppress your fears. 

You willed yourself to keep running and, before you could think about it, threw yourself over the edge.

You were in the air for about three seconds before your captor grabbed you by the jacket and stopped your descent. With surprising strength, they yanked you up and backward, tackling you to the floor. 

Your body met the concrete with a harsh slam and you yelled out in pain. Hopefully, you had received nothing other than a few nasty bruises. 

Aemilia’s laughter had quieted by now and she stood on her feet. She brushed her clothes off with a pleased grin.

“Nice try, sweetie. Mr. Byun, why don’t you give dear (Y/N) here a reminder on what happens should she mess with the Augustus family?” She crooned.

Your captor pinned your hands behind your back and shifted so that they were kneeling on your arms, bones digging into your back. He grabbed you by the hair and slammed your head repeatedly into the concrete.

It hurt.  

It hurt more than when you sprained your ankle that one time walking to a monthly meeting and had to continue walking on it for the rest of the evening. 

It hurt more than when your mother healed a particularly deep cut of yours by stitching it up herself because she couldn’t afford to take you to the hospital.

It hurt more than seeing your mother’s face whenever you asked about your father. 

Everything hurt.

You couldn’t even cry out in pain as it would take up too much of your effort, effort that you didn’t have to spare.

“Thus, I declare myself the victor of our little battle of wills.” Aemilia chirped, not at all disturbed by the violence occurring in front of her.

There was something hot running down your forehead. After a couple of blinks, red crept into your eyes, falling down your face with your tears. 

“Your pride’s going to be the death of you.” You choked out, then winced as the Mr. Byun kicked you harshly in the stomach.

“Should my time arrive, at least I will go out in a blaze of glory.” She said brazenly, beaming with triumph. As she bathed in the light of the afternoon sun, her strawberry blonde hair turned a shocking red.

You blinked blood out of your eyes and squinted up at Aemilia, not that it helped as your blurry vision kept her form shifting in and out of focus.

“Yet I can’t say the same for you.” 

Then the grip in your hair tightened and your face met concrete for the last time, your entire world going dark.

Halfway across the campus, Kim Jimin turned his phone on and felt his heart drop to his stomach as his eyes landed on your text message.

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Loving You (Part 2)

Part 1

Because I just realized how short the first part was... and despite being hell week for me I'm going to give an update because I expected this fic to be just under 10,000 words but now it's double that amount... I did not plan nor expect this... so here we are! I had a solid plotline... and everything just kinda derived off that.

Oh well, I love Wanda anyways.

Warning: Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words.

Taglist : @mitchiesdungeon

You yawn as you read the last chapter of your latest novel. Your phone pings and you furrow your eyebrows… Who knows your number? You haven’t given it to anyone ove-

“The goddamn bookmark.” You groan as you remember. Right. That bookmark was pretty important to you until high school that you’ve written your number on it. You finish your novel before getting your phone. It was an unknown number.

Unknown: Pretty smooth.

You: I forgot that my number was there.

You save her number nonetheless.

Wanda: Oh. Still. This works out for me.

You: Why?

Wanda: I get to talk to you even if you avoid me.

You sigh.

You: You still want to hang out with me?

Wanda: Desperately. I love talking to you.

You blush and gulp. You decide to tell her the truth.

You: I love talking to you too.

Wanda: *Heart eyes*

Wanda: See? Let’s eat lunch tomorrow.

You: No.

Wanda: Why not?

You: People will avoid you.

Wanda: Don’t care.

You: You should.

Wanda: Why should I?

Wanda groans in frustration. Why were you so stubborn? Why can’t you just fall for her charms?

You: Just because.

You: Don’t try to eat with me tomorrow.

You: I won’t be in the cafeteria.

You: Goodnight.

You charge your phone and sigh. You like her. You really do but you can’t drag her into the shitty treatment of a Beta. Moreover, she was an Omega. Omegas tended to treat Betas more harshly than Alphas did. You shudder as you think of last year. You clutch your chest as you cry silently. Never again.

-

You yawn as you trudge through the halls again… maybe reading a long novel into the night wasn’t such a good idea. You go to your locker and get your books for the day.

“You still haven’t told me why.” You close your locker in shock and flinch as Wanda frowns at you. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. “Did I wake you up last night?”

“No. I was reading a novel.” You answer quickly and walk away.

“Come on, tell me.” She follows you and you groan as you drag her into a bathroom.

“It’s because you’re an Omega!” You shout and grit your teeth. “The people here will eat you alive if you hang out with me.” You say more softly and run a hand through your hair. “The Omegas will think that you’ve betrayed them and settled with a lowly Beta.”

“I don-“ She reasons but you glare at her.

“Stop being a stubborn idiot! Do you want to get bullied!?” She stops as she sees the sadness in your eyes.

“They bullied you?” She whispers and reach out to you but you pull away as if she’s too hot and you just got burned. You take a deep breath and hide your trembling hand.

“Just stop trying to hang out with me. It won’t do you any good.” You leave her and she clutches her chest. What have they done to you?

-

You eat alone on the bleachers and read.

“Here you are.” You flinch and look down on the voice. It was Pietro. What could he possibly want? Wanda was the only one wanting to hang out with you. The only one trying to be your friend. What was her twin brother doing here? At your hiding place that you chose so she would finally get the clue and leave you alone.

“Wha-“ He hops on and sits besides you. What’s with the Maximoff siblings and never bothering to ask for permission? You glare at him and stop reading. Damn it, you were at a really good part too.

“You’re the Beta that my sister wants to hang out with.” You gulp and nod in confirmation. “She’s avoiding me and was trying to find you earlier.”

“Did she eat yet?” You ask, worry settling in your stomach. Where is she? He sighs and settles in besides you.

“I don’t know.” You stand and get your bag. You stand and jump down from the bleachers. “Where are you-“

“I’ll find her!” You shout and run away from him. What the hell was she thinking?

-

It took at least 15 minutes but you found her reading on a secluded bench. You sigh as you approach her.

“Why are you so stubborn?” You ask and she closes her book.

“I’m not stubborn, I just don’t want to be with Pietro and his new friends.” She looks at you and your ragged appearance. Did you come looking for her? She smiles at the thought of you running around everywhere just for her.

“Aren’t they your friends too?”

“No. Not when they judge someone based on their second gender.” You sigh and sit besides her. You hold out a sandwich. She smiles then takes it. She takes a bite of it and beams. You get your book from your bag and read.

“We can hang out.” She turns to you with shining eyes. You sigh. “Only in places like this or the-“

“Library.” You both say and you hum. You notice that there were some sauce on the corner of her lips so you wipe it with your thumb. Wanda gulps as you lick it up. She blushes even more when you look at her.

“Stop being a messy eater.” You settle in the seat. Wanda just stares for a few more seconds before eating again.

-

You were in your last AP Class when Wanda texts you. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear your phone ping. Thank god, you remembered to turn it into silent mode earlier. You discreetly open it.

Wanda: I’m in the library, where are you?

You discreetly reply to her.

You: Still in class. Syl.

You hide your phone in your bag quickly when you saw the teacher glance at your direction.

“Miss Y/LN?” You answer the question of the teacher and she nods as you gave the correct one.

It took at least half an hour more before the class ended. You were packing up your things when someone hovers over you.

“So you really do take all of the AP Classes.” You look up and gulp. It was Angel. “You have more than me too.” You nod.

“I-I have to go.” You quickly leave and go to the library. You go to the table that you occupied yesterday and Wanda was there. She was reading again and you sit besides her.

“Hey.” She greets and you hum.

“What are you reading?”

“One of your recommendations from the bookmark.”

“Which one?”

“Digital Fortress.”

“Ah. Dan Brown.”

“Yeah. Most of his works are in here.”

“That’s because I got addicted to his works at one point.”

“So what’s your favorite genre?”

“Definitely mystery and thriller. I read most investigation cases.”

“True crime?”

“Yep. I love watching their documentaries too.” She smiles and you get a book from your backpack.

“How about you? What’s your favorite genre?”

“Definitely Sci-fi.”

“Ah. Then you’ve read The Giver?”

“Yeah. You have?”

“Yep.” Before you knew it, the two of you have a two-hour discussion on the book.

-

You were laughing with Wanda when you notice the clock on the wall and pale.

“Shit.” You quickly stuff your novel into your bag.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come on.” You both get outside and you sigh. “Mom is going to get angry if I’m late.”

“Oh. Okay. Sorr-“

“Don’t be, It was fun hanging out with you.” Wanda beams at that and you give her a smile. “Do you have any ride? Or should I walk you home?” Wanda crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at you.

“What? Because I’m an Omega?” You roll your eyes and huff.

“No. Because you’re my friend, you idiot. I worry if I leave you here alone and your house is too far away.”

“What if my house is close?” You smirk and turn away from her.

“Then I’ll be goi-“ She grabs your bag and pulls you. You turn to her with a smile and she flicks your forehead.

“Idiot.” You rub your forehead.

“So what is it?”

“I’m waiting for Pietro to finish his Track and Field training. He’s my ride.”

“Oh yeah. Your twin is an omega too, right?”

“Yep.”

“Any other siblings then?”

“No. Just us two.”

“How do you handle heats then?”

“Why?”

“Just curious. Both of my older sisters are Alphas and Mom always take care of Ma so I-“ You blush and look away. “I don’t know that much about Omegas.”

“Ah. We typically use a jacket of dad’s and drink suppressants.” You scrunch your face at that.

“How many times do you take it?”

“Typically, twice a day but if it gets bad then thrice, if it’s really bad we double the amount.”

“Damn, that’s a lot of chemicals in your body.” She shrugs.

“The price of a heat.”

“What about your scent?”

“My dad’s clothing.”

“Ah. That’s it?”

“Typically, yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. Just sometimes I can smell some Omegas that have heat even though they’re already wearing an Alpha’s clothing.”

“Whoa. Betas can’t usually smell them.” You shrug.

“Wanda!” Pietro calls out and you two turn at him.

“And that’s my cue.”

“See you again tomorrow?” You smile at her and nod.

“Send me a text again.” You wave her goodbye then leave.

When you get home, your mom is waiting with her arms crossed and you gave a nervous laugh.

“I’m home?”

“Where have you been? It’s-“

“Zale.” You Ma calls out and both you and your mom turns to her. “Don’t pressure Y/N.”

“I was hanging out with a friend and lost track of time. Sorry.”

“A friend?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Alright, then. Go get changed and come back in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks, Ma.” You quickly go upstairs, and Dahlia sits beside Zale. They look at each other and sigh in relief.

“She’s making friends.”

“Thank god, I thought she would be a loner for all of her high school days.”

-

You sit down beside Zale and Dahlia gives you a plate of food.

“Thanks, Ma.” You smile at her and she gives you a pat on the head.

“So, who’s your friend?” Your mom asks after a few minutes and you stop. Dahlia hits Zale but Zale just shushes her.

“What?”

“You’re friend that you hung out with?”

“Ah. Her name’s Wanda. She’s new in town and a sophomore just like me.”

“That’s good, Y/N.” You nod and Zale pats your head.

“She sounds like a nice friend.” You grin at them.

“She is!”

-

You’ve been watching a docuseries again when your phone rings.

“Y/N?” You sit and furrow your brows.

“Val? Why are-“

“Can you come pick me up? Please?” You assure her that you will and you wear your jacket. You can’t help but worry, why was she there? What happened? Why did she want you to pick her up?

“Where are you?”

“Club Prestige.” The defeat in her voice only makes you quicken your actions.

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” You hang up and get your mom’s car keys. Both of your parents are watching a movie and looks at you. You inform them before leaving.

“I’m picking Val up.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know either. I’ll go to her.”

“Drive safely, Y/N, please.”

“Okay. Thanks!” You quickly go to the garage and open the gate. You get inside of your mom’s car and drive after the gate opens up. You got to Club Prestige in under 8 minutes.

“Val? Whe-“ You hear soft sobbing from an alley and see your sister sitting on the ground while hugging her knees. “Val?” She looks up to you and sniffles.

“Y/N?” You kneel besides her and nod.

“It’s me.” She hugs you and wails.

“S-she was kissing another girl, Y/N. I-I thought she wa-was my soulmate.” She stutters and you rub her back to comfort her.

-

You drive your sister back home after calming her down. Your parents, thankfully, have gone to bed already. And even though, you technically still have school tomorrow, you decide to stay up late to comfort Valerie.

“You want anything? Ice cream? Cake?”

“Oreos and strawberry ice cream? Do we have them?”

“I’ll look and even if we don’t I’ll bike to get some.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” You smirk at her. “You’re my sister, Val and I happen to take broken heart seriously.” She gives you a smile and a nod.

“Thank you.” You go to the refrigerator and sigh in relief. The two things she wanted are both there and while you really would ride your bike to get them, you preferred to just stay inside. You get them and two spoons. You give her them and get the remote.

“The Owl House?”

“Please.” She gives you a grateful smile then turns to the tv. You spend all night marathoning the series.

-

“Y/N.” Zale shakes you to no avail. Both you and Valerie slept on the living room. “Little one! You still have school in an hour.” That woke you up and you look around, confused at your surroundings. This isn’t your room.

“Honey, you’re in the living room. You slept here with Val.” Dahlia fixes Valerie’s position on the couch and you stretch your body.

“What time is it?”

“6 am.”

“Okay. I’ll take a shower then.” You get up and Dahlia goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Zale cleans up the mess that you and Valerie left on the coffee table.

“Morning, little one.” You give a kiss to Dahlia’s cheek as you move pass her and sit on the chair besides Zale. She gives you a plate of pancakes and you thank her before eating.

“Sis still isn’t awake?” You look at the living room and can faintly see her arm.

“Afraid not. She’s going to miss her classes.” You scrunch up your face.

“It’s Thursday, Ma, she doesn’t have classes today.” Your parents look at you and you raise an eyebrow at them. “Did you two forget?” They look away and blush while you smirk at them. Dahlia sits beside you and pat your head. You finish eating breakfast and get your jacket.

“Bye, Mom, Ma!”

“Bye, Y/N!” Your sister stirs but stay asleep. You leave your house and go to school.

-

You were getting books from your locker when a voice interrupts you.

���Whoa! You smell like an Alpha!” You glare at Jason, one of the Betas who are friendly with you and would sometimes talk to you. “Good for you, Y/LN!” Wanda frowns at that. You really do smell like an Alpha. You did spend the whole night wearing it while you were with Valerie.

“Asshole. It’s my sister’s scent.” You close your locker and Wanda sighs in relief at your words.

“But we don’t get heats?”

“So? Can’t I spend time with my sister without it being her protecting my scent?” Jason holds up his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes. You get to your first class.

-

Lunch rolls around and you buy some breads and a couple of juices before going into the courtyard. You head to the secluded bench and she was there reading.

“Have you eaten yet?” Wanda looks at you and smiles. She shakes her head and you sigh. You give her half of the things you bought. She thanks you and she puts her book in her bag before getting her wallet.

“How much do I owe you?” You raise an eyebrow as you open up the bread you bought.

“For what?”

“Lunch?” You give her a flick to the forehead and sigh. She rubs the spot you flicked before hiding her wallet.

“Nothing. Go buy tomorrow.”

“And you’ll wait here?” She asks with shining eyes and you sigh.

“Yes.” You eat with her and she smiles.

-

Classes pass by and you meet Wanda again in the library.

“Hey.” You greet as you sit on the chair besides her. She looks at you and catches your sister’s scent… how long will it last?

“How long does an Alpha’s scent last?” She asks and you shrug.

“No idea but as long as someone’s scent isn’t too overbearing or too much then it can last long.” You see her look at your jacket. “Can you still smell my sis?”

“Yes. It’s faint now, unlike this morning.” You hum.

“Betas’ scents are like that. Not overbearing or too much.” She nods.

“I like yours much better though.” You gulp and blush at her words.

“What?”

“Your scent? It’s more calming and soothing to me.” You get even redder. Nobody has ever told you that. Hell, most Omegas and Alphas ignore you because your scent is just average. Nothing special like theirs. Wanda is the first one to ever compliment it.

“T-thanks.” She smiles as you clear your throat and read your book. You really are falling for her charms.

-

A/N:

Hell week is coming after me. Send help.

After I die from my finals maybe someone can summon my soul to hopefully finish this.

Jokes aside... I had another motivation to post this... since one of my favorite authors just followed me and... my heart died? I just really love their stories then they followed and I just.

Thank you, really.