#while i had to grow up with my mom telling m that the doesn't think my sister was ever bi

[iris-warlock]

my dear sister,

it is not fair

that you grew up with a different mother.

and when i need you the most

you're miles away.

[rikisniffles]

chapter twelve [西村力] my first love was a boy ✧ NISHIMURA RIKI (NI-KI) X M!READER

SYNOPSIS — l/n y/n is a member of boynextdoor under hybe/koz. being an idol has always been y/n's dream, and ever since it became true he has been more than happy. despite being an idol, he doesn't know many other idols outside his group. when he runs into his seniors, a seemingly never-ending spiral of embarrassing moments occurs.

disclaimer !! : every idol in my stories is a character and does not always reflect the actual person (i do my best but for entertainment purposes, it may be off)

— fic masterlist / info

chapter twelve - ni-ki fell harder

warning: written part

"Can you not tell anyone about what we talked about the other day?" Ni-ki stands above Sunoo, who sits at the table in the kitchen.

Sunoo looks up, swallowing the bite of food he had been chewing, "Wasn't going to," He takes another bite of the ice cream bar in his hand.

Ni-ki sits beside him, leaning on the table and staring at his phone screen. Sunoo sighs, pulling his attention from the book in his other hand and placing it on the table.

"What's going on now?" Sunoo asks.

"Nothing," Ni-ki mumbles into the table as he leans his cheek on the cold table top.

Sunoo leans forward, flicking a finger on the younger's head. Ni-ki covers his forehead with his hand, complaining about the pain.

"Don't lie to me, young man!"

"You're not my mom!" He sits up, sighing, "Y/n texted me."

"Okay?"

"I left him on seen while trying to figure out what to say." He confesses.

Sunoo sighed, shaking his head and taking the last bite of his ice cream, "Are you ready to admit you have feelings for him yet, or...?"

Ni-ki grows red, "I don't." He avoids eye contact with his hyung.

"Uh huh," Sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, "If you don't have feelings for him, then why is it so hard for you to talk to him?"

Ni-ki ignores Sunoo, opting to look at his darkened phone screen. Sunoo rolls his eyes again, snatching the phone off the table. Ni-ki rushes forward attempting to take the phone, but failing.

"What the hell are you doing?" He grows defensive.

"Nothing, I don't even know your passcode relax," Sunoo puts a hand up, signaling for Ni-ki to stop, "I'm taking it away because you won't look at me."

"Desperate for my attention?" Ni-ki smirks teasingly.

Sunoo shushes him, "Stop trying to deter the conversation. Ni-ki, I hate seeing you so miserable.”

“I’m not miserable.” Ni-ik groans, leaning his chin into his hands. “Just confused.”

“So you admit that you are at least thinking about it?” Sunoo perks up.

“No,” Ni-ki rolls his eyes, “I don’t like them like that.”

“Like who? Like what?” Jake walks in holding an empty cup, going straight to the sink to rinse it. Sunghoon squeezes in after him, going to the fridge and standing there too long.

“Will you close the fridge, you’ll spoil the food!” Sunoo stands up, walking over to Sunghoon who pays him no mind.

“Who does Ni-ki not like?” Jake continues to push, walking towards Ni-ki’s chair.

“None of your business.” Ni-ki yawns, leaning back in his chair as stress fills him.

“Come on, tell me,” Jake smiles, grabbing Ni-ki’s chin in his hand and shaking it. Ni-ki pushes him away.

“Leave him be, hyung.” Sunoo yells from the fridge. Sunghoon and him dig through, looking for something for Sunghoon to eat.

Ni-ki pushes away from the chair, standing up from the table and attempting to escape from Jake.

“What does Sunoo know that I don’t?” Jake whines, wrapping an arm around Ni-ki’s shoulders to block him from escaping.

“Nothing, let go of me.” Jake’s grip tightens.

“You got a girl you’re not telling us about?” Jake teases. Ni-ki freezes, then pushes Jake off of him. Without a word, he storms out of the kitchen and back to his room.

Jake’s shoulders drop, suddenly feeling guilty about his teasing.

“What’s going on with him?” Jake turns around and makes eye contact with Sunoo, who is now sitting next to Sunghoon at the table.

Sunoo shrugs, set on keeping Ni-ki’s secret of distress. Sunghoon chimes in, “He’s been snippy lately.” Sunoo turns his head toward Sunghoon.

“Yeah, I noticed that.” Jake bites his lip, “I hope he’s okay.”

Sunoo’s fingers fidget, “I’m sure he’s okay.”

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— koki's note ★ ; im gonna try and keep the updates frequent but I've been so busy :CCC hope u guys enjoy 👍👍 here's niki finally accepting it as a treat

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[goldenlikedayl1ght]

blank space - m. murdock

a/n: uhm... this one is dedicated to my friend arin who doesn't like daredevil but is encouraging me to be more unhinged. i hope you guys enjoy because i had a blast writing this. possible part two in the works, please like and reblog with comments and feedback <3 warnings: i cannot emphasize this enough-- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT there is so little comfort to all of this hurt. matt is abusive and mean and reader is tortured and quiet and readers dad is an addict and a gambler and also stabbing, cursing, talking about fucking, sub/dom dynamics, nicknames, fem reader, lmk if i missed any! word count: 3.5k summary: Your dad makes your life horrible. Matt can make it worse. paring: dark!matt murdock x reader now playing: blank space (taylor's version) - taylor swift "so it's gonna be forever/or it's gonna go down in flames?/you can tell me when it's over/if the high was worth the pain"

You never meant to get involved with him.

Really, it wasn’t anything you did.

 As usual, it came back around to your father, who had a bad gambling problem, as well as a substance issue, and would often be tempted to gamble big prizes for things like coke or heroin. He would bet money, college funds, heirlooms, your house.

But of course, he couldn’t pay these debts.

Your mom had been gone for quite some time, and you suspect this is where your fathers’ addictions stem from. But you’re trying to just make your way through your adult life. You had gone to a local college, unable to afford much else. Now, you worked in a dingy little office where they constantly abused your work ethic.

Between your grief, his constant betting on your lively hood, and your asshole boss, you felt your bones grow tired. Not the sort of tired that could be fixed by a good night’s sleep. The sort of tired that could be fixed by a new life, not that you had the means for that.

You think your mother would haunt you for the rest of your days if you abandoned your dad.

Friday night came, and you were ready to go home to the small apartment you shared with your father, and drink some wine, and get a nice sleep.

You had been told by your boss that you needed to stay late to translate paper files to the digital system. No, you would not be getting paid overtime.

It was dark by the time you finally left, your feet aching in your heels as you made your way through Hell’s Kitchen, wanting to get home so as not to start crying on the streets of New York.

You don’t make it home.

As you turn the corner by your block, you notice a van creeping up on you. How long had it been following you? If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would know.

But the van pulled up next to you, and you did the only thing you could in this situation. You started to run.

Only, you made it about ten feet before you twisted your ankle with these stupid fucking heels. As you fall, you let out a cry of pain, and before you can think, two men are outside the van. They grab you by the arms and pull you into the van, the whole time you struggle.

Someone puts a black hood over your head and wraps duct tape around your hands. Your ankle is fucking aching.

You aren’t sure how long you drive for, but someone is then pulling you out of the van and drags you along. They give you an opportunity to walk but your ankle hurts to the point where you can’t walk.

They drag you again, and your foot is dragging, and holy shit, you can’t believe that your biggest concern while being kidnapped is how much your ankle hurts.

Eventually, hood on your head still, you are sat in a chair. Your hands are untied, and you want to jump up and fight, but you know your ankle won’t help you here.

They quickly tie your hands back to the chair, with rope this time. Whoever ‘they’ are.

You’re starting to have trouble breathing, because you’re realizing what sort of situation, you’re in right now.

You’ve been kidnapped for something; you have to assume in some way that it’s to get back at your father.

The hood is pulled off your head, and your eyes take a moment to adjust.

The room you’re in is dark, dingy. You know there’s two people behind you, big enough to carry you. You can hear water outside the room, assuming you’re in an abandoned office by the docks. Then, there’s three people in front of you.

One is a man, with long blond hair. He wears a nice suit and is just standing in front of the door. Another is a woman, with even longer blond hair and she also dons rather luxurious apparel. Your dirty work clothes make you look meager next to her.

The last is a man with dark hair. He wears a simple, rather expensive suit, and red glasses.

If you weren’t on the verge of a meltdown, you’d probably realize how hot he is.

Oh, he also holds a knife.

The blond man talks first.

“So. Do you want to start, or should we?”

“What?” Your ankle throbs.

“I guess we should, then.” He hums. “Do you have five grand worth of heroin on you, dear?”

You could throw up.

“I—”

“No, of course you don’t. You and your boyfriend probably used it all.”

What is he talking about? Now, on top of being in pain and panicked, you’re confused.

“The man you live with?” The woman finally speaks. “I assume you two used all the heroin he stole.”

You realize she means your father. You realize that your father stole five grand worth of heroin. What else did he steal?

“What else does he owe?”

“No, darling,” she scoffs, “We ask, you answer.”

“I don’t do heroin.”

“So, how do you know he owes us more?”

“Took a wild fucking guess.” You spit. “Figured you wouldn’t kidnap someone over five grand, figure money is no object.”

The man with the knife steps out of the shadows. Your heartbeat races, and he chuckles. He crouches in front of you.

“You’re a spitfire. I like that. In fact, I love that in a woman, don’t I, Foggy?” He turns his head back slightly.

Foggy answers.

“That you do, man.”

His head turns back to you. But you get the impression by his glasses that he can’t see. So how is he looking right at you?

“If you give us some sort of sass like that again, I’ll stab you and make sure you feel every second of pain.” You whimper, and he laughs again. “Not so cocky anymore, are we, sweetheart?” He stands and goes behind you, his arms landing on the outside of your own, caging you in. He leans down and whispers in your hear, “Is this.. turning you on, sweetheart?”

You don’t answer.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

“Liar.” He whispers back, the knife gracing over your ear. He cuts your ear just enough to make it bleed, and tears slip down your face. He makes his way back to the front of you and crouches again. “I’ll ask you again. How do you know he owes me more?”

“I figured he would, when gamblers start, they don’t stop.”

“Not only did you lie to me again, you also just gave yourself away. Lie to me again and I hurt you worse.”

Your foot that isn’t hurt goes up and kicks him in the face. At least it tries, because his reaction is too quick, and he grabs your ankle.

“Bad, bad girl.” He tuts. He lets go of your leg and picks up your other leg, the one with the bruising, swollen ankle. You start to shake. His hand squeezes the wound and when you yell in pain, he just coos at you. “Aw, does that hurt, sweetheart?”

You’re busy crying.

“Answer me!” He demands. It shakes you to your core. You realize you do not know who you’re dealing with, and you’re even angrier at your father for jeopardizing you like this.

“Yes!” You sob, and this seems to satisfy him. He takes the knife in his other hand and slowly cuts open your stocking, loving the way you’re shaking with fear.

 “Keep moving and you’ll cut yourself.”

You try to calm yourself down, on the verge of a panic attack. The knife grazes your leg, and he starts to focus in on your thigh, twisting the knife around your skin.

“How do you know him?” he asks. And you aren’t sure why you try it. You don’t know how he knows when you lie.

“I’ll find a way to pay you back, just let me go, I promise, I’ll tell you where he is, just—”

Then you feel it.

The knife pierces your thigh and is lodged into your leg. You scream in pain, gripping the arms of the chair. Fuck, it hurts. Your vision blurs, and you’re unsure whether it’s from pain or from your tears.

 He stands up in front of you, ignoring the stares from Karen and Foggy. He knows he might have gone a step too far for someone he’s pretty sure is innocent in all this. But he can’t help himself. He likes hearing you wither in pain, and he likes being the person administering the pain. He has all these things he’s in control of, but at this moment, no one else is in the room. It’s you and him, in a rather intimate moment.

He pats your chin, “C’mon, focus, right here, sweetheart. Tell me the truth and I make the pain go away.” He tells you, breaking through the wall of pain and fear that blocks your ability to think.

“He’s my father!” You finally cry out. It comes out as if you’re yelling in church, screaming to God a confession you can’t bear anymore. The only thing missing is your position on your knees, but being below this man like this is as close to an altar as you can see yourself being. “I know he has a gambling problem, and I know he has a drug problem but that’s it! I don’t know anything else, I just lost the parent roulette, okay?!” Your words come gasped out, in between sobs and when you’re not too distracted with your pain.

He seems to be satisfied with this. He gets back down, closer to the ground. Now he’s the one at the altar, but the devil has no place in a church, only between your thighs. He tilts his head and kisses the inside of your thigh.

“See? Good girls get rewards.” Bad girls get stabbed. He stands up, and with him, he pulls at the knife. Blood gushes as you cry out in pain again, sure he'll leave you to bleed out, to be fed on by rats.

He drops the knife at your feet and adjusts his tie.

“What should we do with her, boss?”

“Go get her father.” He says, “But don’t let her go just yet. I’d like to keep her a while.” You think you’ll be sick. “Knock her out though, we don’t want her knowing where she is.” That’s the last thing before the butt of a gun meets your head.

It’s a nice relief from the pain.  

• • •

You wake up on a bed with silk sheets. It’s almost nice enough for you to forget about the whole situation. Maybe your whole life has been a dream, and really, you’re a rich housewife for a man who loves you deeply and your mom is still alive.

But then you sit up, and your stockings are ripped, and your heels are gone.

A brace wraps around your hurt ankle. A bandage wraps around your thigh. The pain isn’t there anymore, you’re not sure what drugs have been given to you.

The room is rather barren, you realize, with little to no works of art or even photos, and it’s rather dark. It’s also freezing cold, a central air system whirling around you. You wonder, if you’re a prisoner, then why put you in a room like this?

What is happening?

The door opens and immediately you went to defend yourself, though there were no weapons around you.

The man from the night before steps into the room, and he looks... casual. He wears dark jeans and a tee shirt, his glasses discarded. Bandages wrapped around his knuckles.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” You don’t respond, just stare at him. “I’m Matt.”

You stay quiet.

“You’re not being tortured anymore, honey. If you want, you can lie and be mean now, I don’t bite. Not anymore. Not unless you want me to.”

“I’m Matt.” You repeat, unable to believe it. “You stab me in the leg and kidnap me, and you go as casual as ‘I’m Matt’?” He grins.

“I told you; I love a woman with some fire.” You wonder how many times he’s used that line on people. “Telling them they’re beautiful just doesn’t hit the same way when you’re blind.” He says, going over to a door, and when he opens it, you realize it’s a closet.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

“No?” He turns to you, and smiles. He says your name. How does he know it? “You went to college for Marketing, cute. No siblings. Your mom died a few years ago, after a long battle with cancer. I’m sorry.” This sounds sincere. “You were engaged once, but he cheated on you and is now married to the other woman.” And he goes back to stinging. “Your father, I know all about him. David is an addict and a gambler. Now, addict, I could deal with. Addiction runs deep but it can be managed. It’s the gambling that frustrates me, and Sweetheart, If I’m frustrated, you must be riled up. He gambles everything, I should know. He gambles it to Foggy, who shares it with me.” He hums. He picks clothes out of the closet and heads back to you, “The pants are your size, but the shirt is mine.” He tells you, laying the clothes out in front of you. “Don’t worry about me watching, or anything.” It’s almost enough to make you smile.

You get changed, the challenge of slipping into the slightly lose jeans the hardest part. The bandage fits right in there, but even whatever pain meds have been given to you, aren’t enough.

“So, your father,” You groan, your face in your hands. You get it, your father is awful, and he hates him, but you know that your father is awful, and you know that you hate him. Why must he keep involving you? “I know, sweetheart, you’re in pain, and you hate him, but just stay with me on this.” he says, a cooing tone to his voice. You don’t know why, but you’re compelled to listen to him. “Your father forces you to live in this small apartment, because you’re the only one who works, and he always manages to find your money to gamble away. But it’s not just the money, it’s your electronics, your nice shoes, any pills you have in the house. And really, by doing all this, he is gambling you. Because not only is he risking not being able to pay his debts and someone taking you, but you’re tired. Aching for absolution that will never come. But the worst part is that even though all this stems from his grief around your mom, he gambled her wedding and engagement rings, the one you were always told you’d be proposed with.”

Tears well your eyes.

“Please, stop.”

He sits next to you on the bed, and you don’t have the energy to move away from him. In fact, you lean against him ever so slightly. He must know it too, you figure, since he can tell when you’re lying and when your heartbeat races. He’s warmer than you imagined. He’s a beacon of warmth in this cold, dim room.

He takes something out of his pocket, and then drops it into your hands. It’s a necklace, just a simple chain. Three things hang on it. A silver charm with an ‘M’ on it, and two rings. Your mom’s engagement ring, and her wedding band. You thought you’d never see it again, not after you came home and went to your jewelry box only to find out from your dad that he had lost it in a poker match a few weeks before.

You clutch the necklace in your hands.

“M for Matt?”

“Or Murdock, whatever you’d like.”

“You’re in charge, right? Just how in charge are you?”

“I run everything. There isn’t a corner of this city that I don’t have men in.” So, he’s the kingpin. The boss. Matt Murdock, a man feared by all, gentle to only you. Only for this moment.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

“Bun, I was never going to let you go. But I don’t think you want to leave, either.”

You stay quiet. You can’t run. He made sure of that. Was he always going to stab you? Had he decided that from the moment he heard you whimper or was it your reaction to his pet names that did you in?

His fingers come up to graze your ear gently, but you flinch, since it’s where he had cut you.

“Bunnies are always so sensitive to the ears. Fragile. It’s not like you can hop away. Besides, you need time to heal, and I could take away all the pain. No more mean fathers, no more mean bosses, and no more mean thoughts.” He says gently. “I could put you back together.”

His voice is soft, as if his intentions are as well, but you’re sure he’ll destroy you. He will not put you back together, only break you down, collecting tiny pieces of you for his collection.

You consider it. You would never have to work again. You would never have to do anything again. You would never have to see your father again.

You turn your head, and nod.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.” It wasn’t as if you had a choice in the matter. But nonetheless, He grins, and takes the necklace from you, only to wrap it around your neck, and clasp it on.

Despite the rings being something you had longed for, the ‘M’ alone weighs on you like a boulder.

He tilts your head gently, his fingers brushing against your chin, and you look away, ashamed of what you have done. He grabs your chin and keeps you looking at him. He leans forward and for a moment you just stay, feeling his hot breath against your lips. Tears escape from your eyes and run down your cheeks. He tuts softly and kisses your cheeks where the tears lie.

“Sh, Sh.. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he comforts. His other hand trails down to your thigh, where two of his fingers find the stab wound, and push into it. You whimper in pain, grasping his wrist. He sighs deeply, “Pretty noises.” He hums. “I would never deny you anything, bun. But if you deny me what I ask, it won’t end well for you. Understand?”

You nod, but when you aren’t verbal, he pushes down harder, the bandage and his fingers soaking with blood.

“Tell me. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Matt.” You manage to whimper out. He takes his fingers away and kisses your cheek.

“Good. Good job, honey.” He says softly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking your blood off them. “Sweet, sweet girl.”

He leans forward and kisses you, and it’s full of a gentleness you weren’t sure he was capable of. You kiss back, afraid of what he’ll do if you deny him again.

He winds up kissing you to sleep, not mad at you for falling tired as you kiss. You lay with him in these silk sheets, freezing cold as you cuddle into him. He relishes being wanted. You accept that this is love. He feels you shivering and pulls you closer.

His hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers tickling the bottom of your torso. You whine when he does this, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He laughs, kissing your head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll buy you blankets. Blankets, Diamonds, anything you want.” He tells you. You’re tired. You just want to nap. You want him to give you more of the drugs that dull the pain of your thigh, and you want to eat something homemade that you didn’t cook yourself.

You want to give in and remain thoughtless. Just be happy with him since no one is looking for you anyways.

But as you drift off to sleep, feeling his hands crawl along your skin, you begin to plan. You’ll let him think you’re in love with him. You’ll let him love you, fuck you, put you back together. You’ll be his bunny, his arm candy, his toy to dress up and do whatever the fuck he wants. You’ll let him think he owns you.

He’ll know that he does.

And you’ll become close to his friends too. You’ll dress in pretty dresses, and he’ll pretend he’s oblivious to how much everyone wants you.

 And then, when your wounds heal, you’ll run.

You’ll flee the country, you’ll change your name, dye your hair.

But you don’t yet realize how relentless he is. How deeply enamored of you he is. By how determined he is to have you.

Escaping the devil will not be as easy as you think it might, not when he can hear your heartbeat, not when he can smell you, not when he wants you.

And it doesn’t help when he gives you the honor of killing your father.

That’s when you start to fall in love with him.

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Accomplishments Gen 1 pt.75

The night Kason and M made up, Beckett never stopped by or called. M had sent him a text but didn't think much of it when he didn't respond, concluding that the date had either been really good or was another one to file with the growing list of failed dates Beckett had been on.

The next day was a free day for most of the Gratz household besides Kason, who had work. He spent the morning tending to the plants in the garden, it was secretly his baby. He had planted and nurtured every plant that grew there. Recently he decided reluctantly to leave Spirit to take over caring for the garden while he focused on work. There was a promotion coming up and with his outstanding performance, he was hoping to secure it by the end of the weekend.

M, on the other hand, had gotten the kids fed, dealt with a squabble between Venus and Aphrodite, who seemed to constantly be at each other's throats, settled them into their own individual activities, and decided she was feeling creative. For the cosmic duo, the storm was mostly behind them, which was ironic considering a huge thunderstorm was rolling into the Bay.

M was supposed to take Aphrodite to Chestnut Ridge that same Saturday but she'd gotten a call Friday night from the Ranch instruction. They'd been forced to cancel all horseback riding lessons due to the storm. The Weather channels were predicting it would be 4-days long. Dite had been looking forward to this trip all week it was all she'd talked about before school or during dinner. She had jam-packed all her free time after school and violin practice reading equestrian books or watching the Pony up Kids Channel whenever Venus wasn't hogging the Livingroom tv playing video games.

(Call takes place Friday night)

When M took the call Dite had shadowed her every move. M had paced the span of the first floor, trying to get something worked out.

M: We had classes set up for tomorrow afternoon. Yes. I understand. No, no thank you that's fine. The last weekend works just as well. I really appreciate that. Thank you again. Bye.

She'd barely removed the phone from her ear when Dite jumped her.

Aphrodite: So?!

Ishtar was in the living room watching the continued news coverage. It droned on about the strange 4 day storm affecting Chestnut Ridge but moving quickly into other areas like Evergreen Harbor and Henford-on-Bagley.

M: *sighs* Here's the deal. It's not raining here yet, but the thunderstorm is already in Chestnut Ridge and should start here later today. They don't think it's safe to take the horses out.

M was internally holding her breath. Aphrodite's' response was unexpected for any 7-year-old girl but Dite was special.

Aphrodite: That's okay Mom. I don't want any of the Horses or their babies to get hurt. The horses don't really like the thunder and the lightening.

M was in awe of her daughter and how mature she'd become despite her young age. M rewarded her with spectacular news.

M: Well I spoke with the owner Byron and he booked us for a weekend, to give you personal lessons and he's agreed to do indoor and outdoor lessons. That will give you more riding range and if the weather doesn't hold up they won't have to cancel again.

Aphrodite lit up.

Aphrodite: I get 2 days of riding lessons?

M cherished moments like these, when she could make her children happy and they looked at her with admiration and love.

M: Hmm, yes you get two days of private lessons from Byron himself. We'll get to stay in a hotel and try the local food. But, you're not upset we can't go tomorrow?

M asked wanting to snuff out the guilt she felt at the possibility of disappointing Dite. She had made Dite a promise and she'd wanted to keep it.

Aphrodite: Are you kidding this is awesome! I can't believe I get to take private lessons and sleep in a hotel! Can I call and tell Kelsey? Oh, and Mom, can we still buy me my own riding gear, please?

Her begging was unnecessary. M wasn't the type of parent that said no.

M: After school on Tuesday we can go shopping deal?

Dite jumped up and down too excited to express her agreement with words.

M: I'll take that as a yes. Go on, go call Kelsey.

Having taken care of that the day before, with no other plans M settled into her office to finish the remaining chapters of The Court of Slumbering Fae. Her deadline was coming up and she didn't want to give Takara a reason to come down on her. She was already working overtime dealing with the media. She'd gotten the photos removed and was working on Mercurys slander case against the reporters who had taken Paris' false information and tried to spread it like wildfire. Luckily Takara was like a tsunami, she was known for putting out fires immediately and would take out anyone who stood in her path to get it done.

Zohreh on the other hand was having a rough day. Lately, he'd been clingy and Kason was the parent of his unwavering affection at the moment. So when Kason left for work later that afternoon it was no surprise he threw a tantrum. He stood by the front door crying his heart out till Ishtar came over to comfort him.

Ishtar: Zoh what's the matter?

Zohreh: Dadaa w-weave Zohweh!

Ishtar: Come here Zoh. It's okay Daddy's coming back. I'm going to change. You go wait in the office with Mommy and then when I'm dressed we can play! Okay?

He kissed his brothers forehead and walked him to the office then went to change. Once inside he quickly found trouble. M paused her writing to interrupt his destructive search.

M: Zohreh? Can Mommy help you find something?

He trained his soft green eyes on her and pouted.

Zohreh: No. I wait for Ishtaw to pay.

His pale green eyes and curly blond hair made her think of his adult double. It warmed her heart to see so much of Kason in her youngest son, consider the triplets seemed to favor her with their dark hair and moss green eyes. Ishtar had taken on her exotic Tomarang coloring while the girls were fairer toned like their father.

M: How about some company while you wait.

She joined him on the floor as he babbled about Dada, his toys, and his favorite (and only brother) Ishtar until his mood lightened. Ishtar returned and took Zohreh out front to play, leaving their mom to work.

The afternoon passed by uneventfully after that. The kids kept busy while M worked on her book, until Spirit had summoned everyone from their respective activities to have lunch. At 7pm Kason returned home to find Spirit reading on the porch. He greeted her before heading inside to find all the kids gathered in the entryway helping Ishtar complete his school project.

Kason: Hey guys. Where's your mom?

Triplets: Hi Dad!

Ishtar: She's still in her office.

M emerged having heard the voices outside the door. She strolled over to Kason greeting him and sharing good news.

M: Welcome home handsome. The book is finished. I sent it to Takara for last minute edits before publishing.

She whispered with a hint of lust and excitement as she hugged him the sight of him making her instantly flirty. He pulled back showering her with kisses.

Kason: Mmm, you brilliant woman. I can't wait to read it.

She nipped at his bottom lip. His response was low and seductive.

Kason: Save some of that for later. I'll make it worth the wait. You'll never believe what happened today?

He mumbled between kisses.

Venus: Hello we are still here. Gross!

Ishtar giggled and Aphrodite sighed and shook her head at her sister's comment. Kason kissed M's nose one more time for good measure before putting a little distance between them to stop the mock gagging noises coming from Venus.

M: So? What happened?

A mischievous smile spread across his face.

Kason: Nope. You have to guess.

M: Hmmm. Paris quit?

She said only half-joking. Kason snorted.

Kason: Good one, but no we aren't that fortunate. One more and then I'll tell you.

M: Hmm. You..you got the promotion?

Kason shook his head enthusiastically the smile on his face full of pride his eyes shone with accomplishment. He had worked for Bay's Robotic Engineers for almost 8 years. He had been hired mid-level due to his degree but that hadn't stopped him from putting in his all to impress Greg and earn his keep. He'd moved through the ranks fairly quickly, his progress only halted when he needed to take time off after the triplets and Zohreh were born. He had even put up with training Paris and all the craziness that came with having her work for the company. His focus never wavered, he had a goal and finally he could ring the bell on his career. Being promoted to the head of the department he was now Bay's Robotic Engineers new Master of Machines and he could finally call himself a master of his trade.

M: Congratulations!! I'm so proud of you! Guys Daddy got the top promotion at work today!

The triplets jump up to join their parents excited to be a part of Dads big news.

Ishtar: Congratulations Dad! You're like the lord of the robots now!

Venus: Dad does that mean that you're the boss? That's so cool you get to tell everyone what to do.

Aphrodite: Yay Daddy!

Comet barked loudly running around the family's feet with confused excitement. Zohreh toddles out of the living room and M picks him up waiting for Kason to finish with the triplets. She brings Zohreh over to Kason and Zoh immediately squirmed reaching for his father.

Zohreh: DADA!

Kason: Hey buddy!

Zohreh: Zohweh missed you

Kason snuggled his son close.

Kason: I missed you too Zoh. I'm sorry I had to leave earlier Mommy told me you had a hard day but your big brother kept you company. Good job Ish.

Ishtar smiled up at his dad with fulfillment. Zoh just snuggled closer happy to be back in his father's arms. They stood around laughing and congratulating him. Kason was euphoric, his life felt whole. He was at the top of his dream career, he'd found and married his soulmate, and though they'd found trouble their marriage was stronger in the outcome. He was making good money and felt he and M were laying a secure foundation of wealth for their children to inherit when they were gone. The only thing worth perfecting now was his parenting. His kids were his life and he wanted to be the patriarch they felt they could always come to for love, knowledge, and protection. What else could be worth his time and dedication now that his personal life goals had been met? Kason had always been a great father but when it came to his children he knew there was always room for improvement. His parents hadn't been perfect and he knew the same was true of himself and M even though he felt she was as close to perfect as a parent could get.

He started by joining the triplets in tackling their school projects. When all the castles were complete and everyone was cleaned up for the night they gathered in the backyard to celebrate and enjoy each other's company. The clouds were low and ready to open and unleash rain at any moment but it wasn't raining yet. So they roasted marshmallows and hot dogs while Kason played the guitar (another of his hidden talents) while Spirit told ghost stories in anticipation of spooky day which was only a week away.

Around 11 the first signs of rain became evident as the droplets fell on the fire, the logs hissed in protest, leaving faint wisp of smoke in their wake as it tried to smothered small portions of the flames. Everyone found shelter inside while Kason stayed behind to ensure the fire was properly extinguished. Feeling full, accomplished, and filled to the brim with love for each other the family turned in for the night.

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Sidebar: It felt like Kason and M needed a break. Just a day to work on their own careers and spend time with their kids and each other. I also wanted to give a quick update on what was happening with the photos online. With M being a celebrity there had to be some fallout from her husband being called a cheater online. M has an active slander case against the paparazzi which I will include the results of in a later post. Also, I had no idea that Tucker was in the house or by the fire when I took the last couple of pictures. I didn't notice him till everyone was going to bed and got the notification thanking us for hanging out with him.

I sent M and Aphrodite to Chestnut Ridge to go horseback riding when I got there, there was this crazy thunderstorm going on (I forgot to reinstall my sul sul weather app by littlemssam) so I added the Friday night call because apparently something is wrong in Chestnut Ridge and there was like a 4-day thunderstorm almost none stop.

Poses: @elen-shine Homecoming

cc: @ravasheencc Fantastical Play Rug

[mrsonychinus]

my thoughts on Netflix's ATLA live action

As an adult who watched this show growing up and was there for the countdown to the comet (iykyk!!) I have thoughts!

Best: Zuko. angsty, teenage boy depression, father issues, determined to a self-destructive degree. The actor is great at capturing all these facets of Zuko's conflicting, complex character. Really great with the choreography/martial arts too. Its not easy to pull off Zuko's mostly shaven but with a ponytail haircut, but this actor manages it. And yes, the opening scene with him seeing the beam of light from the iceberg and saying, "Finally." did give me some chills. Honestly the actor just captures Zuko really well. Great casting.

Worst: Katara. has the personality of an elegant yet unassuming well watered house plant. Its more because of the writing than the actress… she's doing her best with this depressing egg whites version of Katara she's had thrusted upon her. It's not going to be convincing when Toph comes along next season and calls her sugar queen.

Aang: never has any fun. spends every episode staring into the distance being sorrowful and melancholic. *teardrop rolls down cheek* he is a depressed 40 year old in the body of a 12 year old. He has no fun side to him anymore- an important side for a 12 year old kid to have! Also spends the entirety of season one (you know, titled "water"!) and doesn't learn a lick of waterbending, not even from Katara, who spends a lot of it learning from the waterbending scroll!! Why??? However the actor is doing a great job and I think he captures Aang's essence really well. He is young and I think next season he will improve a lot.

Sokka: I almost forgot to write thoughts down for him, which I think says more than anything else. He's essentially been boiled down to the same old overprotective big brother, but now he comes complete with daddy issues. It's a little hilarious that Katara's worst memory is watching her mom get burned alive by a firebender soldier while Sokka's is hearing his dad say he's disappointed with him. Kind of ruins the moment tbh. They really took all the fun aspects of the main Gaang and dulled them down completely, its sad. At least he's cute though- and imo, the chemistry with Suki's actress was there.

The previous avatars: every single one meets Aang just to berate & yell at him and tell him he shouldn't have friends and where has he been for the past 100 years without giving him a second to speak. What?? Sadly it seems any dignity, grace, or wisdom the previous avatars had in the original, has been completely wiped out in this live action. Also, this idea of them telling Aang about things that are going to happen makes no sense. Did no previous avatar tell Roku his friend was going to betray him, let him die on the island, and start a 100 year long war? Also the idea of Aang being able to communicate ONLY if he's in one of their temples is stupid. What is the point of the avatar state, then? Will Roku be able to teach him anything at all?

Princess Yue: yes I wrote an entire paragraph about her lol. She is one of my favorite minor characters. I think they wanted her to look so accurate to her original counterpart that she just looks too much like a cosplayer, with such a stiff and lifeless looking wig. This is the one and only time I will concede I prefer M. Night's version of Yue as far as costuming goes, though both funnily enough forget her eyebrows shouldn't be dark. The actress was fine. But this version of Yue is quite a different person from og Yue, I can't really compare. Plus, it feels like we see her for a good 10 minutes before she dies for the moon spirit. I couldn't buy into her and Sokka having feelings for each other because it felt like they knew each other for a good 2 hours at most. Ideally, I think these two versions kind of fused together would be perfect.

Azula/Mai/Ty Lee: Grouping them together because. Azula is the most unconvincing out of the characters for me. I don't buy that this girl is supposed to be the princess Azula for a second. I'm neither intrigued nor intimidated, and that's pretty bad as Azula was one of my top favorite characters from the original. The costume is fine, the wig feels cheap, her dialogue is horrendous, the actress can't convince me. Azula isn't smart or cunning, sharp, or collected, and her "working with Zhao" just made her look dumb when the entire plan flopped. She is a whiny, petulant little girl stamping her feet in every other scene. It's not for me. Also, the way her relationship with Ozai is depicted here makes Ozai look like a loser, too. It's like they want us to not be afraid of either of them.

As for Mai and Ty Lee. Ty Lee is fine. She looks okay, the actress is fine for how little we see her. On Mai, the wig is just so bad I don't get what happened. It's like they're struggling on the line of being realistic with the styling, or leaning completely in cartoon-character-came-to-life. I don't think the actress for Mai here was a good choice.

Dialogue: the worst part of this show. When they're not completely quoting word for word from the original, it's.. just bad. Everything is always exposition and thats not good. The few moments that aren't are just... idk.

CGI: not bad. I was expecting worse. Fire, earth, and air all look great. Water feels a little slow, mostly when its just water and not ice but that can be improved I assume. Koh was pretty cool, as was Wan Shi Tong.

Settings: Beautiful!! Omashu looked great. South and North water tribes looked great. Ozai's throne room looked incredible and I was annoyed every time we see it, he is just standing around and not sitting on his throne. It just reminded me how amazing the buildup to Ozai and Azula's reveals were in og season 1.

Costume: Its either a hit or a miss. There's strangley not much in between. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Zuko, Iroh, June, Ozai, Jet, Suki, the Kyoshi warriors, all look pretty great. Then you have characters like Azula, Mai, or Yue, who just look like half decent cosplayers. It kind of takes you out of the moment when it looks like the person is a cartoon character, rather than just a normal person. For example, compare how Katara looks compared to Azula.

Music: of course it was fantastic. A lot of it (I think most) was from the original show, which has one of the greatest soundtracks an animated show has ever had imo.

Final thoughts: Ultimately, it was kind of what I was expecting. You can't condense 20+ episodes worth of development into 8 and expect it all to flow perfectly. However, there are also a lot of changes that really don't make sense to me. I am very curious to know how on earth they will do seasons 2 and 3, as season 1 is the slowest in pace compared to the next two seasons. The original's finale was split into four episodes! Unless they add more episodes for next season, it's going to be a big jumbled mess of lore being shoved into our faces. I am also concerned about Toph. The Gaang so far has been stripped of their fun/unique personality traits. Is Toph going to be the same?

[ghostkidsblog]

Do you have any headcanons about the Shadow Boys when it comes to food? (I know that's random but I'm hungry so this came to mind)

Of course I don't mind, although I don't know which category of food your asking so I'll try to name at least 5-7 food types.

Griffin stagg

I see Griffin actually loving the flavor of mint chocolate chip ice cream or strawberry ice cream but it has to have small bits of strawberry in it or he refuses to eat it.

Spaghetti and meatballs, his mom made it for him once testing out a recipe and now forever loves them and asks his mom to make them for dinner at least 2 or 3 times a week. He would also help his mom make them whenever he can.

Animal cookies, his favorite would always be the lion shaped cookies, I mean like it's animal cookies, besides I think he used to play with them when he was little

Apple juice and cherry/ strawberry sodas are his all time favorite drinks, you can't tell me he doesn't enjoy cherry or strawberry soda. Also it's a funny moment when there is a fight going on and he is just there drinking his apple juice box in the background.

Billy Showalter

Billy gives me the type of person to like apple pie, along with any dessert that is apple flavored

Chocolate ice cream all the way. He loves and I mean loves Chocolate ice cream, he also enjoys sherbet ice cream

Hates root beer soda, he actually is a fan of coca cola, he likes the classic cola can.

Loves and I mean LOVES Caramel apples on a stick. His sister introduced him to the dessert ever since he was little and they went to the local fair, and has loved it ever sense then.

Vance Hopper

I haven't thought much about Vance so most of these if not all are ideas from a couple of friends on discord gc!

Vance would like to eat old fashioned recipes because his mother would make them for him growing up. ( It can be french,Italian, heck even Greek whatever you headcanon to be he will always love the old recipes)

He is a meat lover, meatloaf,hamburgers,hotdogs,etc. He will love it if it has meat in it.

Rocky road ice cream, I thought long and hard for this one, I genuinely think he would love the rocky road or any Flavor with huts in them.

Spicy chips, he would eat them without a problem. He has a high tolerance to spicy foods and he loves them to snack on.

Cookies, personally snickerdoodles or sugar cookies. He baked them with his mom and molded them with cookie cutter with whatever shapes they had. I like to think vance liking cinnamon treats sue me for headcanoning that.

Bruce Yamada

Mint chocolate chip & chocky chocolate ice cream, I had that idea in my head since freaking October. He would love those two flavors.

Chocolate desserts/treats he would love to have anything chocolate flavored.

Peaches and apples would be his favorite fruit in my book. He would share his peache or apple in slices with his friends/shadow boys.

Big league bubble gum, he also likes other flavors but I can't seem to find what type of flavors there are.

Robin Arellano

I don't care what anyone says Robin is a HUGE SWEET TOOTH KID, he definitely likes those bonbon cookies in the Mexican store

His mom's cooking is the best, whether that be empanadas, enchiladas, heck eve chicken soup, it's his favorite because his mom makes the best food

He strikes me as a sour gummy worm kid, like he would enjoy eating sour gummy worms while everyone else he knows dislike or hate the taste of them or how they look

Chicken tenders was his favorite school food, the only thing that looked safe to eat was chicken tenders and he would gladly give you a full on lecture/rant on how the chicken tenders are the best option (he also like dinosaur nuggets!)

Mangonada & cookies n cream is his favorite ice cream in my book

Finney Blake

M&Ms and 100 grand chocolate bar is his favorite candies (he definitely separates the cold tone M&Ms and warm tone M&Ms then eats the cold tones ones first)

Vanilla ice cream lover but doesn't mind eating other flavors (he would put sprinkles & other toppings on his ice cream you can't change my mind on that)

Grape and cherry soda lover (he definitely goes to the store only getting grape or cherry soda and nothing else)

Garlic bread is his favorite bread to snack on (his mom taught him how to make it when he was a bit young and still has the recipe on how to make it)

He strikes me on loving a chicken Alfredo and beef stroganoff dish (he was sleeping over at Robin's at the time and robin’s mom made these two dishes and Finney loved it so much he asked Robin's mom on how to make them afterwards)

Sorry for such a late response, I've been busy with both personal and school problems. Thank you for being so patient with me and I hope you enjoy this answer for your ask! :D

-Ghostkid

[kuu-stuff]

Working with teens/young adult who lived with horrible parent, I noticed how little anyone do for them, whatever it's the people working at those places that let them come in after school to socialize, their assigned therapists, any adult around them who knows about their lives and it always makes me so angry, I could never work in a place like this again. And it always boil down to "If we take them away from their parents they will have to grow all alone with no attachement, so maybe a little bit of abuse if okay". And I understand the sentiment but I can't help but think that it would be better growing up all alone in the world and have to fight for oneself, than to live with people who are supposed to love and protect you but who hate you and hurt you constantly. What kind of person do you think that kid will become ? Alone they will have a better chance at loving themselves and doing what is in their best interest, even if they do feel like they don't belong to this world and that nobody cares if they succeed or not. I never experienced the kind of violence some of those kids go through, but living with a single mother, removed from any other family member, always hearing how she want to kill me every time she's angry, her beating me, throwing me outside, telling me she doesn't want me or that my birth was a punishment, that she's ashamed that other parents would see that I'm her daughter, that she'd let her future husband be sadistic to me, making me eat in dog bowls and whatever, all while being so soft and nice to my siblings... It fucked me up bad. And she was a cool and nice mom a lot too ! She cooked well, we'd talk about interesting stuff, she'd watch shows and movies with me, get me nice clothes and pay for classes and all... But I'm 30 now and literally can't be normal to save myself. Because if your parents feel that way about you, certainly everyone else do too, and no matter how much you repeat to yourself that it's not true and that it's all in my head and that it was never my fault, you just can't trust anyone and you're freaked out no matter if you talk to strangers or your own friends. Because it feels beyond people not caring about me, it feels like I hurt people by existing and it's something very hard to fight. And of course as an adult, other adults can't relate, can't understand why you act and feel the way you do, and I think that's a part of the problem. They see kids who survived abuse and they think, well they had way more chances in life than the kids who had no family so they should just shut up and pull themselves up by their bootstraps, and then keep closing their eyes on cases that are "not that bad". But as adults, people who survived abuse know that nobody will save them now when nobody saved them back as kids. They live hiding themselves and their feelings, always relativising their situation because some kids had it worse. I'm just tired of people feeling like kids belong to their parents, that "some parents have it hard so sadly it can't be helped". Those kids will never grow up being normal adults. They will never feel like they deserve anything and they will never feel like they will be ever cared for. I have a friendly relationship with my mother now, I don't even hate her ex who tormented me as well, and I get it that it's nice to have a family you can count on if you're in a very bad situation. But I AM not normal. And now I don't think that I will ever be. Maybe I have someone to save me from the streets, sure , but I wouldn't let myself down so hard to be afraid to end up in the streets if I wasn't told that I'm a disgusting and vile burden most of my life in the first place. You just don't understand the impact it has on people's brain. If I had even just one person who'd be concerned and who could talk to me about those things growing up, explaining that I'm okay and that none of this was my fault, maybe it would have been different. I to this day remember a teacher who called my parents cruel back when I was 9 and it makes me feel like at least someone cared.

[justawolf17]

A Moms Story

Hi everyone,

I ask myself what am I doing here? What am I doing with my life? When I was young, I seemed to have everything figured out, but what I didn't know was just how my life would actually turn out. I wasn't a great student; I always had a problem with authority and being told what to do. I've had an attitude my whole life and thought I knew EVERYTHING. Here I am 33 years old and now know I never knew squat. I graduated high school just barley, I failed 2 required test that was needed to receive my diploma and when I walked across that stage on what should be your first proudest accomplishment, I was given a piece of paper instead of a diploma stating I still needed to take the required test to complete my schooling. I went back to summer school as a "graduated" senior to finish these testing's, wait weeks and then did I receive an actual diploma. I thought I was on top of the world then. 18 years old and now no one can tell me what to do. I started college but since I wasn't a great student and I had more flexibly now and no mom making me to go to school I fell behind, missed too much class and couldn't catch back up so I quit... a feeling that become too easy for me. I went to work and through the years continued to quit when things felt too hard. I partied to hard, fired from jobs, tried going back to school a few more times and quit each and every time. I struggled my whole life, and it all goes back to that moment I first quit at something.

At 28 years old I become a mom, there is no feeling in the world to compare to that first breath your child breathes, that breathe of relief that they are okay. Then sets in reality, it is no longer just you anymore, it's you being able to provide for a child who is helpless and depending on you to feed, change, bath and cloth them every second of everyday. I tried going back to work 8 weeks after my son was born, he stayed home with his dad while I worked and when he was old enough, he went to daycare and that feeling of leaving your child with people you do not know just took over me. I decided to quit my job and become a stay-at-home mom. That was the best years of my life. I was there every day for my son, from the minute he woke up until he went to bed. He is my best friend. However, money doesn't grow on trees and with 1 income and 3 people to support my husband struggled and we struggled. We did what most of Americans do and that is look to the government for assistance. We were given WIC for formula, food stamps for food, and Medicaid for myself and my son. I grew up struggling, living in bad neighborhoods since that's all my mom could afford, I refused to raise my kids in that same environment yet here we were living the same life. We had some moments things were okay and great but more moments of struggling and crying.

At age 30 I had our second son, reality set in again, we now have a family of 4 to support. How are we going to do this? How are we going to afford the things we need. My second son was born 2 months before the corona virus pandemic took over and everyone was on lock down and jobs were not hiring, people were getting let go, many people died, and the world wasn't the same. Here we were with a 2-year-old and a newborn in the midst of a worldwide shut down. My husband had lost his job and was taking many odd jobs just to keep us afloat. We also at one point got evicted from our home but luckily, we made the rent just in enough time and made it through our lease. Times have been tough for us, but times are also tough for the rest of the world. I think when you become a parent all you want is to give your children the life you never had. The life they deserve. I don't write this blog for anyone to feel sorry for us. We are 3 years later, and I can't say we are perfect, but we are better than we were 3 years ago and isn't that what life should be like? Continue to grow and lean? We trusted in God, and he's always prevailed and granted us with many things in life and HE continues to bless us daily.

If you've made it this far, I thank you. I am now 33 years old, working a part time night job to avoid daycare cost for my 3-year-old while my husband works days. I have found something to keep myself busy during the day to bring in extra income. As a mom the motivation to hustle never ends. I want to give my children the best life I can. I started working as an amazon affiliate and this is making a small commission when someone purchases items through my amazon link. I'm asking everyone to check my link out and support this small business I am working on. I'm far from where I want to be, but I no longer give up when things get hard. I want to show my kids what never quitting gets you, I've made mistakes, I'm not perfect but I will try every day to be better than yesterday and do better than before. Please show your support by checking out my link, sharing my story and help me reach my goals.

"Having a strong mom is like having a best friend that can carry you when your legs are too tired to walk.” – Unknown

[larkawolfgirl]

Honestly (DBZ)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Fandom: Dragon Ball

Relationships: Piccolo/Son Gohan, Videl Satan/Son Gohan, Chi-Chi & Son Gohan, Piccolo & Son Gohan

Characters: Son Gohan, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Piccolo (Dragon Ball), Videl Satan, Son Pan

Additional Tags: Family Drama, Family, Confrontations, Arguing, Emotional Baggage, Bad Parenting, Making Up, Queerplatonic Relationships

Summary: Chichi learns about Gohan's relationship with Piccolo before he has the chance to explain it which leads to a bigger argument years in the making.

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Gohan gazed lovingly into Videl's eyes as they lay in bed, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. "I can't even begin to describe how happy I am, Videl. You, Pan, Piccolo, our home, my career…I don’t know how I got to be this lucky.”

Videl smiled, leaning into his touch. “You’re a good man, Gohan. That’s enough to earn it.”

He shook his head. “I could name a hundred good men without as wonderful a wife as you are.”

“Oh, stop! You’re making me blush!”

He leaned in, kissing over her tinted cheeks. “No, really. I can’t thank you enough for pushing me to be honest about my feelings for Piccolo. It’s like I’ve stepped out of a shadow I didn’t know was there, finally seeing the sun for what it is.”

"I'm glad it was the right decision. Seeing you and Piccolo together...the way you look at each other, you understand each other in a way I don’t think I could understand. It’s clear this relationship is important to you.”

“It is,” Gohan agreed, his thoughts drifting to the countless moments when Piccolo’s steadfast presence had offered him solace and guidance. Their bond that had evolved into something profoundly impactful on his life and, by extension, on his family’s. 

Videl shifted closer. “And I know it's been wonderful for Pan too, having another caring parental figure in her life."

"It really has. Piccolo is so gentle and patient with her. He's helped me learn new parenting styles."

Videl nodded thoughtfully. "You should tell your family. I know you've been hesitant, but they deserve to know, especially when it’s something that makes us this happy. And I think they'll understand, especially your father."

He sighed, feeling the warmth of her suggestion mingled with the trepidation that came with it. His father would certainly be confused, but it was his mother he was worried about. Her strict rules and traditional values would surely clash with the unconventional nature of his relationship with Piccolo. “You know how my mom is. She’ll see him as a threat to our family.”

“Maybe, but we’ll make her come around. She loves you, Gohan. She wants you to be happy. You just need to make her see that this is your happiness.”

"You're right, as always." He pulled her tight against him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Videl. Your unconditional love and support means everything to me. I promise, I'll tell them soon."

Videl kissed him tenderly. "I'm proud of you. And I know they will be too."

Gohan smiled as he watched Piccolo gently play with Pan in the living room. She giggled and grabbed at his antennae, her tiny hands exploring the ridges and curves. A soft chuckle rumbled from the Namekian's chest, a sound that had become surprisingly tender and familiar within their home.

"You're getting so big, little one," Piccolo murmured. "Soon you'll be strong enough to start training with your dad and me."

Pan babbled happily in response. Gohan felt his heart swell with love and pride. Having Piccolo in his daughter's life meant the world to him.

As Pan became distracted by her toys, Piccolo turned to Gohan, his expression growing serious. "Gohan, we need to talk about our relationship and how it will impact Pan's upbringing."

Gohan nodded, giving Piccolo his full attention. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

"I know your family doesn't know about us. And while I'll support whatever you decide, I do have concerns about Pan growing up with secrecy and shame around our bond." Piccolo's eyes bored intensely into Gohan's.

The half-Saiyan lowered his head. “I know. I already promised Videl I’d tell them. I’m just worried about how my mom’s going to react. You know she doesn’t like you very much.”

"Then, you will make Chichi see reason. Pan deserves to understand this relationship as benign and natural. I won't have her believing her father is doing something wrong." Piccolo's voice grew firm with conviction. "You need to find your courage and conviction, Gohan. Decide what we are to each other, and let no one make you feel ashamed."

“Even if it means confronting misunderstandings and prejudice?”

“Especially then,” Piccolo affirmed, his expression resolute. “You’re a father, Gohan. Your choices shape the world Pan grows up in. She needs to see strength in conviction and the love in our kinship–not fear or doubt.”

Gohan was taken aback by Piccolo's intensity. But he knew Piccolo was right - he had to stop hiding. For Pan's sake, and his own. It was time to stand tall and declare his truth.

“I’ll stop hiding. For Pan, for Videl, for us. It’s time I show the world the family we’ve built together.”

Piccolo gave a rare smile. “That’s the man I trained you to be.”

The laughter and chatter within the warmly lit living room abruptly ceased as the front door swung open with a resounding thud that echoed through the house. Chichi stood framed in the doorway, her figure rigid and imposing as her eyes landed on the scene before her.

Gohan, Piccolo, and little Pan were nestled together on the couch. Gohan's arm was draped over Piccolo's broad shoulders, while Pan giggled, tucked between them, her tiny hands squeezing over the pink patches of skin on the Namekian’s arms.

"Mom!" Gohan's voice wavered between surprise and concern as he stood up. This isn’t how he’d wanted this to happen. Not with them suggesting the implications he knew she would make, and certainly not with Pan there to witness the argument.

“Chichi,” Piccolo acknowledged, sounding surprisingly calm. 

"What is going on here?" Chichi demanded, her voice shrill.

Unsure how to begin to diffuse the situation, all Gohan said was, “I didn’t know you were coming.”

It was the wrong thing to say, giving her more room to speculate. "Clearly not, or you wouldn't be carrying on like this in front of my granddaughter!" Chichi glared at Piccolo. “Is this what you do when your wife is away?”

Gohan tried to muster up his courage but his words sounded weak in comparison to his mother’s dramatics. “It isn’t like that.” 

"Unbelievable! I didn't raise you to be disloyal! After everything Videl has done for you, this is how you repay her?" Her voice was laced with accusation.

Turning her fury on Piccolo, she jabbed a finger his way. "And you! I should never have let you near my son! You've been a bad influence from the start!"

It was the straw that broke him. Anger he hadn’t even realized he carried erupted to the surface. How dare she treat him that way? It was one thing to belittle her husband or children, but Piccolo deserved nothing but respect.

Shaking, Gohan stepped between them. “Stop it! I won’t let you talk about him that way!”

Pan was used to hearing her grandmother raise her voice, but Gohan almost never yelled. The little girl started wailing.

Instantly, guilt set in, and Gohan attempted to soothe her. “Everything’s okay, sweetie.”

Her crying eased but didn’t stop completely. Piccolo cradled her against his chest. “I am taking her outside. She does not need to hear this.”

“Thank you,” Gohan said, touching his shoulder.

As soon as Piccolo was out of the door, his mother spoke again. “Are you sure you want to trust him with her?”

Gohan glared, his anger flaring again. “Oh course, I do.”

“He kidnapped you, what if he steals her away, too? I’ve heard him talking about training.”

There was no hesitation in his response. “He isn’t going to kidnap, Pan.”

“Why do you trust him so much?”

“Because he has always been there for me. He’s honest and loyal. The only reason he kidnapped me was because the world was in danger and you refused to let me train.”

“You were just a little boy.”

“Yes, I was.”

There was a moment of silence as they both mourned him having to grow up too fast. 

“I knew I should have protected you more…”

 “Yes, you should have. You should have protected my childhood and let me play like a normal kid. But you also should have let me train so that we had a chance of surviving.”

Chichi was shaking now and holding her mouth like she was about to cry. “I was scared. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I know.” Gohan understood where she had been coming from more now than ever. He didn’t want anything to happen to Pan either. “But if we hadn’t done anything, everyone would have all died.”

“I just wanted you to have a normal life.”

“Normal?” Gohan’s hand clenched into a fist. “You call being stuck inside a single room studying all day normal? I wasn’t allowed to play with other kids. The only company I got was during training. You micromanaged every aspect of my life!”

“Because I wanted the best for you!” Chichi shot back, her fist balled at her sides too now. “I didn’t want you to waste your potential the way your father has…Always chasing battles and leaving his family behind!”

Gohan laughed bitterly. "Oh, so it's Dad's fault now? You're the one who never let me make my own choices!"

The dam had burst. Years of resentment poured out of him.

Pacing back and forth, his frustration boiled over. "All I ever wanted was to be a normal kid! To play and make friends. But instead I was forced to study all day, then throw myself into battle after battle. Did you ever ask what I wanted?"

Chichi opened her mouth to respond, but he barreled on.

"No! It was always about what you and Dad wanted. At least Dad had an excuse. It’s Saiyan nature to thirst for power and pass on their legacy, but you? All you wanted was to live the life you never had through me. But I'm not just an extension of you and Dad. I'm my own person!"

Chichi sank into a chair, looking stricken. "I'm so sorry, Gohan," she said softly. "I thought I was doing the right thing...giving you the life I always wished I had. But I see now that I was wrong. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

Gohan's anger melted away. He sat down across from his mother, his eyes full of sadness rather than bitterness. "I know, Mom.” 

Gohan took a deep breath as Chichi wiped tears from her eyes. He knew this conversation was difficult, but it was time she understood the truth.

"I know you and Dad love me," he continued gently. "But I can't pretend anymore. Piccolo has been more of a father to me than Dad ever was. He actually cared about my interests and what I wanted. He didn't just see me as a means to defeat the next enemy."

Chichi bristled slightly at the criticism of Goku, but she held her tongue. 

"Dad was hardly around," he went on. "He was either dead or off training. But Piccolo was there. He taught me how to fight, yes, but also how to think and make my own choices. If it wasn't for him...I wouldn’t be who I am today."

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Chichi’s face contorted with a mixture of hurt and desperation. “I don’t want you to regret the choices you make because of his influence.”

“The only thing I regret is not standing up for myself sooner. I am an adult. You can’t control my decisions anymore, and I choose to have Piccolo in my life–in our lives.”

There was a moment of silence as Chichi sucked in a breath and released it, presumably trying to remain calm. “I don’t care if you want him in your life or not. It is unfair to treat your wife like this.”

“Videl knows. How I feel and what we do.”

She was taken aback by that information. “You are fucking him.” The verb sounded foreign and ugly in her mouth.

“No, I’m not,” he answered, eyes and voice both laced with ice.

“You expect me to believe that when you were just canoodling on the couch?”

“It doesn’t even matter. This isn’t about you, Mom. This is about my family.”

“I am your family.”

“Yes, you are. But you don’t get to dictate this. We are happy.”

“Videl certainly–”

He cut her off, words resolute. “Videl is more than supportive. And Pan adores Piccolo.” 

“She is supportive?” Chichi slumped in her seat. It was as if she was a balloon of hot air and the air had all ran out. 

Gohan reached out to touch her hand, his voice softening. “Are you okay?”

“I just…I suppose I never thought your relationship could be that secure. She must really love you.”

“Dad has his faults, but he loves you, too.”

“I know. It’s just easy to forget sometimes.”

Gohan waited, allowing her time to process the complexities of her own marriage before continuing. “I know you’ve always wanted what’s best for me. But I need you to understand that this is what’s best for me–no, for our family. This is the life I want. With Videl, and Piccolo, and Pan. You have to accept that."

Chichi stood up and went to him, embracing her son tightly. "You're right, Gohan. I'm so sorry I never realized how much Piccolo means to you. All I could see was my baby being taken away from me. But you aren’t a baby anymore, and instead of taking you away, he’s shaping you into a wonderful man. It won’t be easy, but…your happiness is the most important thing."

Gohan returned the embrace, feeling the weight of years lift from his heart. It had taken so long, but finally his mother understood.

They broke apart when the front door opened, revealing Piccolo cradling a sleeping Pan. “I assume you two have sorted things out?”

Chichi nodded slowly, a fragile smile tugging at her lips as she looked at the way the Namekian cradled her granddaughter. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

She met Piccolo’s gaze. “Piccolo,” she began, voice unsteady with emotion. “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. You’ve been a part of this family and I…”

He gave a solemn nod. “Apology accepted.”

Chichi let out a breath, relief flooding her features. She stepped forward and, to Piccolo's great surprise, enveloped him in a tentative hug. After a stunned moment, he gently returned it.

Gohan beamed as he watched the exchange. The rift between two of the most important people in his life was finally healing.

Just then, the front door opened again and Videl walked in, stopping short at the scene before her. "Oh wow, this is a surprise!" she exclaimed, taking in Piccolo and Chichi's embrace and her husband’s obvious happiness.

Chichi pulled back from Piccolo and turned to her daughter-in-law with a smile. "We're celebrating the new addition to our family," she said warmly, glancing at Piccolo.

Videl's eyes lit up with understanding. She crossed the room to slip an arm around Gohan's waist.

"Well in that case," she said, "I think this calls for a feast!”

As Videl moved to the kitchen, Gohan went over to his mother again. “Can you let me be the one to tell Dad and Goten?”

Chichi giggled. “Of course! I can’t say I understand it myself, let alone well enough to explain to your father of all people.”

Gohan couldn’t help laughing as well. If anyone was going to need a simple but clear explanation, it would be his father. “Maybe I will make him some slides like I do for my students.”

She grinned. “Be careful, that might scare him away.”

He put an arm around her shoulder and started leading her toward the dining room. “That’s a good point. Since you’re staying, how about I tell you more about our relationship.”

Chichi smiled. “I’m willing to listen.”

[kelpiemomma]

*Internet hugs perhaps?*

I do have a happy situation to tell,

An old lady I call her my grandma has a chihuahua that her and her littermates were rescued from puppy mill, and that dog did not want to do anything or go close to anyone the first couple of months, she was anxious and wouldn't eat much. My gran is a sweet and lives a laid back life, so that and with great patience after many months this dog came out of her shell, and is more active, she is the is the sweetest chihuahua I have ever met, most I've met are angry (it's nervousness I get it) while she's still is shy and hides from strangers like most chihuahuas but she doesn't grow at people. When too many people or loud children visit, grandma let's her have a safe space to hide away from the noise and crowd. My grandma has lost a dog recently before she got the chihuahua, That dog and my grandma was good to each other and seeing them glow up after being sad makes me happy.

Recently I think I got the dog to open up to me, I visit in the weekends and I see the little dog waiting for me in the door, she's used to my visits and today and last week she gets her paws in my knees and does excited zoomies and let's me pet her, before she would skitter away before I could get three feet close (don't worry I didn't chase her around and let her come to me in her own terms)

She's the goodest chihuahua I've ever met and I think we are friends now.

augh internet hugs were definitely appreciated 😩 🥺💚💚💚

I'm glad that your grab and the dog are getting along!! My grandma has a dog that we literally lured into her backyard off the street using turkey because he was just wandering. No microchip or collar, so she's had him for a few years now. The only person I understand he actually likes and seems out seems to be my mom, who's the person he initially followed into her backyard (which is funny because my mom loves dogs, but when you know her she's honestly more of a cat person) but he does like my grandma and aunt, who he lives with, as well. They had a Chihuahua mix who was the dog's friend, both of them pretty young (like. Four or five years old sort of young. Maybe a lil older?), but unfortunately he herniated a disc jumping off my grandma's bed and they had to put him down. The chi mix was, of course, the friendly and playful one between the two. I know my grandma has mentioned adopting another dog before, but I'm not sure if she'll do it with the one dog she currently has. Even though she's had him for several years he still has a lot of anxiety. He at least doesn't completely take off away from people anymore though!

M glad you're getting along with the dog better as well 💚 when it comes to animals who have been abused or neglected, I'm not an expert, but time, patience, and existing without asking anything of them helps. It might take a while but it helps. Malik, my horse, really only Likes a handful of people, and I think I'm at the top of his list. I spent a lot of time when I first got him just existing in the stall with him, or letting him loose in an arena and watching him, doing things on his terms. We took a lot of walks without demands. In our arena he likes to hang out by my side and lick my arm, but if Maevus is out she gets jealous and pushes him away from me. Not that she particularly wants to be around me, but she's not going to let HIM be around me 😂

I'm glad you two are friends now 💚 there's a special feeling when an animal who was afraid of people begins to like you! And I'm happy the chi has been able to start trusting you, because it really is a big step when they can do that 💚💚💚💚

[pendragon-writes]

𝒜 𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃

Aged up!Daimian Wayne x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Tw: Typical Dc Violence, blood

Tags: M!Reader is the son of Harley and Ivy, Could be seen as platonic but is hinted toward romantic

Damian wasn't one for love, while all of his brothers and his own father were known for some sort of love Damian was sure that love wasn't meant for him, he always wanted some sort of love and while he was just a teenager and had time he felt as though he was craving it more than ever. He wasn't the only one who craved the feeling of love.

See Damian was used to weird, growing up with assassins, having a loving family full of crime fighters, and meeting meta-humans and aliens alike. But this was a new weird for him. He'd never seen someone walk two hyenas in Gotham in the middle of the night, and certainly not during patrol. "Look, Mom and Ma want me to walk you two but I can't if you keep trying to bite people!" The hooded person yelled. The hyenas howled in protest but a giant 'plant'? He wasn't too sure, Screetched at them silencing them for good. While the hooded figure didn't seem like a threat per se it did pique his interest.

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He jumped down to where the hooded figure was and was immediately getting growled at by the two hyenas, the hooded figure swiftly turned around and threw a dagger at him but due to his training, he dogged the dagger. "Oh, it's just you, when my hyenas were growling I was assuming it was because of a threat," The hooded figure responded. This ticked him off immensely but he did his best not to show it, while he wasn't a threat to civilians the tone the other used sounded as though they were mocking him. Unfortunately, the poor lighting didn't let him see the person's face. "What's your name?" He questioned. "Now why should I tell you that? Just because you wear a Halloween costume and punch bad guys doesn't mean I can just tell you my name now," they responded, in a sickeningly sweet tone, a tone that was familiar yet he couldn't put a name on it just yet.

"What I can tell you Robin, is that we will see each other more often from the looks of it." "What do you mean by that?" He questioned. "I think we both know what I mean." "TT, No, I don't think we do," he argued. "Well, in that case, it's your problem, and hey as much as I enjoyed our talk if I don't get home soon my moms are gonna burn down Gotham looking for me, oh and it seems you have a call." Just as that was said he started hearing a call come through the coms.

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It's been a while since that last encounter, while he hasn't met your mother's personally he had a feeling he knew who they were. If the obvious fashion statement and fighting style had anything to say about it or the fact that just now he caught you talking to a plant. "Who's a good Cleopatra, you are yes you are!" While he didn't reveal his identity to you he wasn't wearing the rest of his suit like he normally would, sticking with just the mask. "Oh, Robin! Meet Cleopatra, my African Strangler." his friend introduced. The plant started snapping a bit but soon calmed down. "Did you want to go to that vegan place you were telling me about today?" "Yeah actually, I'd like that."

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"So, you ever plan on telling me your actual name? I mean we've known each other for what a year and a half." Damian asked. "Hm, only if you share yours. I mean hasn't our whole friendship been about secret identities." "True, but me sharing my name is a bigger deal." "I guess, but equal trust right?" "I can respect that." "How about I introduce myself first in order to honor that. My name is Damian." "Nice to meet you, Damian, I'm Y/n."

[rinnepegger]

this is for the “event 🥺🥺🥺”

hallo! my names bunny! my pronouns are they/he, m requesting a match up for twisted wonderland! now let’s get into it :)

my favorite music genre is probably alternative/indie although i’ll listen to anything but k-pop (nothing wrong w/ it just not my cup of tea). my top songs of all time include artists like, harry styles, hozier, my chemical romance, fall out boy, and conan gray.

a significant memory i have of when i was a child, was probably when i swallowed a tooth pick- i was at a halloween party, and i was hungry af, and for whatever reason the little sandwich i grabbed had toothpicks and i ate all those first, so as m eatin the rest of my food i guess i accidentally picked up a toothpick, and i didn’t know till it was stuck in my throat. and i say there for like 5 minutes just trying to fully get the tooth pick down. after i realized i couldn’t i looked at my friends and was like “y’all i think i swallowed a toothpick” they start panicking so i go to my mom to tell her and then i puke it back up in front of my mom. now she’s freaking out, i explain to her what happened and went back to eat like nothing ever happened.

m a cat person despite the fact that i am allergic to animals :)

i am an ambivert (meaning m both extrovert and introverted) but i learn more towards wanting to date introverts. m also attracted to patient people and people who are homebodies as i am one as well (i only really like going to the park or to go get food). also gamers!!! m not a gamer in any way whatsoever! but i love watching people game! it’s so fun and interesting! (my favorite youtuber is markiplier :))) also my love language is physical touch so m attracted to people who hate being touched (IDK WHY LMAO)

i have not attended an all girls christian school, as i am not a girl nor a christian (m a pagan!!)

i sleep with two body pillows (one as a pillow and one to cuddle) two pillows, and so many stuffed animals. i even have a lil nest on the conner of my room filled with my favorite stuffed animals and a really soft blanket (i lay there when m sad or super burnt out)

anyways i hope this was enough!! :))

YAYYY thanks for participating :DdDDagag you and your stupid toothpicks LMAO but based off your description of attractive qualities there is only one person I can match you with....

I mathc you with.... (🥁🥁🥁)

Riddle Rosehearts!

I'm kidding it's Idia Shroud

Fulfilling the basic criteria of yours and more, you just so happen to fulfill his as well! Wow! What a big surprise!

Barely able to keep up with your slightly chaotic energy, he often stresses over you, trying to get you to play video games with him instead.

However, if you don't feel like playing, it's completely alright as well! He'll just pull out a second chair so you can sit next to him and watch him play, as he explains the game and controls to you (if you ever feel like playing.)

He somehow has a long ass list of things to keep you two occupied since you don't go out much, but sometimes you just want to chill with him; be it laze around or him teaching you to draw, anything that would pull him back to reality for just a while.

Though it may not seem like it, he really enjoys when you sling your arms around and rest your chin on his shoulders. He may tell you to get off, but his body language and expression says otherwise; it's not that he's totally uncomfortable, he just can't admit that he wants more of your touch.

Despite how touchy-feely you may get at times, he can never grow used to it. Overstimulating to his senses? Embarrassing in general? We'll never know what's his deal. He often hides his face in his hands to cover his flaming red cheeks, or rest his head on his table as he whines and grumbles about how embarrassing you are.

But don't feel discouraged! Ignore whatever the fuck he's saying and just keep supplying him with your love; he absolutely loves and craves for it, he just doesn't know how to ask for it.

Don't be surprised if he has a discord server with kittens, however... Low chance that he wouldn't have one.

But if you propose the idea, Idia can't really deny that trolling thirsty guys on discord is a bad idea...

You two snickering behind the screen with snacks in hand, brewing up another cringy sentence that his 'kitten' would say.

"Valentine's day is coming... If I send you some pics can u gift me nitro 🥺"

While you two proceed to go on Pinterest and search up some catfish photo idfk.

He enjoys rambling to you about his current hyperfixations, or the dramatic plot twist in the manga he's reading. He may get carried away at times, but this side of him isn't the most common. Not to mention his voice it's so cute wtf

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

It Takes A Village Chapter 11

Chris Evans X Pregnant!Daughter!Reader

Series Master List

Series summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?

Chapter Summary: it's been a week since you posted that photo and the media has been going crazy.

Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.

Chapter Warnings: parent insulting kid (I don't know if you can classify what she said as mental abuse) Teen pregnancy, media being stalkers

After you small freak out your dad and you both sworn off social media not wanting to see all the rumors from the press and really you just needed time. Your dad didn't give you a second to over think, having you help him with anything really. It wasn't till you were at school talking with your friends that you found out everything the press was saying.

"How are you so calm? The press has been going crazy spreading rumors about you!" Marcus was the first to bring it up.

"I haven't been on social media lately or really my phone, what have they been saying?" You asked scooting over to look at his phone which had an article up about you and your pregnancy.

Avengers star Chris Evans' 15yr-old daughter Y/n Evans pregnant with twins?

"All kinda of stuff they have even been trying to figure out who the father is!" Oscar told you.

"Here look at this one." Liam handed you his phone.

"In one of the teen's most recent posts on Instagram, it revealed she's now living with the actor. In this post showing a photo of her, Evans, and their dog Dodger. She said: "Nice to be home with Dad and Dodger. Living here full time the last couple weeks has been great!" Then last week she posted this photo of herself with a tiny baby bump with the caption: "As my last post as cause many questions maybe this with clear some things up. Two new Evans are. due in November. I prefer not to go into detail about anything about me being home or about the babies or their father, I just prefer the media and my dad's fans staying out of it. I hope you all can respect that ." In it, she mentioned two new Evans. So from this, we take she is having twins. But who is the father? It is unknown right now to us and possibly the Evans family that could be why they didn't tell us in this post. No one in the Evans family has said anything new but Chris Evans Ex-wife, M/n M/l/n has taken to Twitter and said: "Flaunting the pregnancy is no way to treat this I can not believe you are my daughter I raised you better then that." The teen doesn't have a twitter so we assume she has not seen it. Many fans of Chris Evans have made posts sharing their support for the family and how they are excited to know more about the babies. While a majority of them are not approving of it."

You read over the article then your mom's tweet shocked at her words. You knew she wasn't supportive but to be going so far to make a public post on Twitter. You didn't care about the rumors sure got overwhelming but you were more then used to them. You weren't used to your mom doing it though.

"Guys! Stop it you idiots. She was obviously ignoring social media for a reason." Leah said taking the phone from you glaring at the boys.

"You good?" Naomi asked you.

"Yeah..." You mumbled starting at your food.

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You walked home from work staring at your phone, trying to decide if you break the no social media thing. Your dad would never know. You did you opened Instagram and began to scroll through the notifications you got, you noticed that the post announcing that you moved home had all of the comments about your pregnancy as you didn't turn off. You scrolled through few, a lot of them were insulting you and the rest were showing their support, you liked the ones giving you support but did your best to ignore the hate. You sighed before going on to check Jake's page to see if he posted anything. He didn't all his posts were with your old friends, and some new girl you didn't recognize. If you had a Twitter you would've checked it but you didn't. You looked up noticing you were home and closed the app before quickly walking inside. You didn't say anything as you took your shoes off and headed for the stairs.

"Sweetpea! How was work?" Chris asked from the kitchen counter.

"It was good." You exclaimed from where you stood.

"Come here bubba. Tell me about your day." He said, you reluctantly went over and began talking to him about work. "How school did something happen?" He asked noticing how you didn't mention a single thing from school not even a funny joke one of your friends told you.

"I broke the no going on social media thing..." You mumbled.

"Sweetpea." He sighed. "Why?"

"Marcus asked how I was so calm with rumors going about me from the press... And then Liam showed me an article and it had something mom said about me in it and I-i just needed to know..." You mumbled leaning your head on the counter as Chris stopped doing the dishes drying his hands before going to sit on the stool next to you grabbing his phone.

"What did she say?" He asked rubbing your shoulder.

"She said she couldn't believe I'm her daughter and that she raised me better... Dad... Do wish this didn't happened?" You asked looking up at him tears in your eyes.

"Sweetpea... I do wish you could have had more time to grow up before this... And I do wish your mom didn't say what she said... But if this didn't happen you wouldn't be in my house right now would you?"

"I guess but... You and mom said you didn't want to be grandparents for a long while and in less then nine months you'll have two grand kids." You mumbled wiping your tears away.

"Bubba it just makes me feel old that's all. I'm proud you're my daughter..."

"But-"

"Nope nope I'll ground you if you keep talking like that." He warned. You giggled. "Now dinner will be done in an hour go do your homework and stay off your phone of I'm taking it." You nodded going to your room dodger behind you. He let out a sigh pulling his phone out and going to twitter. He sighed again.as he went to your mom's twitter page first thing was the post. He retweeted, "Big words for the person who kicked her out." Then he put the phone away and went back to cooking dinner.

Taglist: @toastisgood @coldmuffinpartycloud @thevelvetseries @uniquebeautyqueen

[fifteenskies15]

Twisted Kaguya Hime

(Tokito Muichiro x Demon! Reader)

Summary: Demons and humans never belong together, so does demon slayer and their enemy

Admin's Note: Wow, clearly I'm on roll today, I published two stories in one day, anyways, I have come back with Muichiro's content to feed to you all Muichiro stans, this might be kinda angst since reader will be a demon unde Kokushibo control but they manage to develop a feelings for Muichiro, but let's pretend that Koku had met Mui and that Muichiro have grown up now (approximately 18-20 y/o) here, as per usual, this story is gender neutral

Also, Muichiro might be a bit lovestruck here

"Muichiro...let me tell you a little story..."

"What is it mom?"

"This is a tale of a beautiful princess called, princess Kaguya... Once upon a time... There was an old and poor bamboo cutter called Taketori no Okina, he and his wife didn't have a child and they live in poverty..."

"One day, the old man Taketori found a shining bamboo stalk he cutted it and do you know what he saw? It's a baby girl in size of his thumb, old man Taketori was so elated, he and his wife raised her like she was their daughter and not only that, there's a small gold nugget inside, so... Taketori and his wife is no longer live in poverty, and their daughter, Kaguya has grown up into a woman with an extraordinary beauty..."

"This is the part where Kaguya get her lover, right mom?"

"Many hopeful youngsters did wanted to take Kaguya as their wife, but alas she rejected them all, even with five princes lined up to offer her hand of marriage, she rejected them all regardless, the emperor Mikado is also fell in love with the beautiful princess Kaguya, but alas she's also rejected him, saying that she cannot stay in the palace, but they stay in contact together"

"But do you know, Muichiro? Every summer night when it's full moon, Princess Kaguya is always crying, her adoptive parents were greatly concerned about her, but she was unable to say what's wrong to them, until she revealed that she was not of this world and must return to her people on the Moon..."

"So that means she had to left her parents?"

"Sadly yes... Kaguya hime loves her parents and her friends in earthly being friends, she was very sad but this has to be done...the Earth is not where she belongs, however, the capital of the moon is where she belongs..."

"Even so... Kaguya always missed the protectorate and the kind humans that see her of who she is..."

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"Muichiro..."

...

"Muichiro..."

...

"Muichiro, my dear...are you okay?"

Muichiro tear his gaze away from the moon and turn his attention to you.

A demon...

But you're more than just a demon to him and he's more than just a human to you, even though you're a demon, a being he should be hated, obliterated and sent to hell, you manage to develop a feeling towards him

...Somehow...

Somehow he manage to grow something inside you, inside your soulless and supposed to be numb body

It's none other than love...

It's been quite a while since you feel something like this, or maybe because it's the first time you feel this, all emotions you could ever remember is sadness and rage especially what your family had done to you back then...

"Fufu... You have been gazing upon the full moon, is everything okay?"

Muichiro just give you a smile "Ah, just remembered the tale my mom used to tell when I was a kid..."

"Enlighten me..."

Muichiro rest his chin on his hand, smiling at you "The tale of Princess Kaguya"

A warm smile spread on your face "Ah, I have heard that story from an old couple I met once, it's sad that Princess Kaguya had to go back to the moon to join her people..."

Muichiro nodded, looking wistful "If she's real, I wonder what she's thinking about the humanity now..."

You didn't care much about humans (except for him, of course) but you know exactly what he meant "I don't mean to be presumptuous, but she could be weeping at how humanity change in a terrible way..."

Muichiro nodded and sighed "either it demons and people the Earth is not the same as she remembered, it's quite sad when you think about it..."

"Mmh... My so called parents are one of those people," you said laying down on the grass while looking at the moon "Poor Kaguya had to face the reality of how this world is soiled"

Muichiro lay down next to you, his mint colored eyes find your (E/C) ones "Say (name) if you are Princess Kaguya and I'm the lucky man who manage to have you as my wife/husband, but you're still had to go to the moon what will you say or do?"

You looked at him with a smile and looked at the moon "even if the heavenly beings told me to stay with them, I will not listen to them, that's probably sounds bold and too forward, but what can I say?" You grabbed his hand as your fingers intertwined.

"I'm head over heels for you, and if I'm being forced to go to the moon, I will make my way just to see you even if it means I had to rope the Earth closer to the moon"

Muichiro smiled warmly at you as he gripped your hand tighter "I would too... I know you're a demon but I can't help but having strong feelings towards you..."

He sighed and looked at the moon again "It as if it was yesterday I almost killed you, I mean, well, you did almost slaughter entire village, I don't even know what came into me and... Well... Here we are, being closer and didn't care about who we are..." He said, his face illuminated by the moon.

"If...if there is a chance you could become a human again...(Name)...will you..."

Muichiro stopped, he seems unsure about continuing his word and this is so not like him, is he...being nervous? Agitated even?

"Will I... what, Muichiro?"

He took a deep breath, he sat up then look at you, directly into your eyes "I know it's been a half of year since we met but... I have been thinking... I don't want to lose you just yet, so...will you marry me?"

You widen your eyes, and you have strange feeling inside your chest...

Was it your heart beating?

...How?

How is it possible?

But you couldn't help it and you smiled...

"Muichiro..."

"Well, isn't that sickeningly sweet?"

All too familiar voice cutted you before you could say yes, and to see upper moon one.

Your creator, Kokushibo.

"Kokushibo-sama!" Your body went autopilot and bowed at him, Muichiro just froze, but it's obvious his eyes are gleaming with rage

"Now it's clear why you have been disappearing lately" his eyes looked at Muichiro who looked like he's veins about to pop, Muichiro gritted his teeth as he saw an upper moon in front of his eyes "You have been doing some disgusting thing with my descendant, I see... That behavior is clearly not something to be forgiven"

Kokushibo slowly unsheathed his sword and glaring down at you "You're awfully aware that his Lordship is not pleased with your tomfoolery, (name)..."

You gulped and freeze in fear, you have once got the taste of a punishment from your Creator and you can't imagine when his master knows about what have you been doing behind his back, before you know it, his grotesque looking sword were swung towards your head and to be blocked by Muichiro.

"Like hell I would let you touch her/him, I don't care if you're an upper moon, but if you touch her/him, I won't hesitate to fight you here and now..."

"M-Muichiro..."

Kokushibo looked at his descendant in amusement, he manage to parry his attack, causing Muichiro backed away from the impact.

"How valiant, you think you have what it takes to defeat me?"

Muichiro disregard him and looked at you "(name), are you alright, my dear?" You just nod, a warm tears trickle down from your (E/C) eyes, Kokushibo just clicked his tongue and hit Muichiro's pulse point

"Muichiro!!"

He nonchalantly stepped over him and grabbed you by your collar, as he glared at you

"(Name), I'm sure you're aware that this place is not for you and no longer your home, and on the note, humans and demons doesn't belong together..." He said as he glowered at you, you swore you could hear venom dripping from his words "...and whether you like it or not, you don't belong to him" Kokushibo said pointing at the unconscious Muichiro, and pointed his sword on his chest.

"Even though he's my descendant, my kin, he's the enemy of his Lordship, I won't hesitate to kill him right in the spot" he pressed the tip of his sword as if he was going to pierce his sword through Muichiro's beating heart.

"I'm still merciful enough because I like you (name), it's your choice... Come with me and I'll let him live... For now...or..." He pressed his blade slightly harder that blood sapping out, slowly tainted his uniform "No, no, no!! Don't kill him, please!! I will come with you, but please spare him, Kokushibo-sama!"

Kokushibo looked at you then put his sword back to his sheath, walking towards you with a smile, it's rather mocking... "It wasn't so hard now wasn't it?" He said as he put his hand on your cheek

"And I am a man of my word, I won't kill him, at least for now, and you..." He paused for a bit "...you will stay with me till that day comes" he turn his heel and looked at the sky, "The moon is beautiful, but as beautiful as it is, in few hours the moon will sink and the sun will rise, we better go unless you wanted a worse death than being killed by his Lordship"

Honestly you would rather die because of the sunshine than come with him (despite the fact he's your creator) but if it means he kept Muichiro stay alive...

Then you had no choice

You looked back at Muichiro's unconscious form and teared up slightly, and dropped something in purpose as you followed Kokushibo to fortress of infinity...

"I'm sorry, Muichiro..."

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Few hours pass, Muichiro came back to his senses, he jolted awake and looked around "(Name)?! (name)!! Where are you?!" He winced when he felt sting on his chest.

"That bastard..."

He looked around for you and to see something gleaming under the moonlight

It's your amulet necklace...

He took it and looked at it, it has (F/F), hollyhock and ginko leaves symbol on it, he remembered the day you showed it to him

"See this amulet, Muichiro? I made it myself, I added the ginko leaves because for some reason it reminded me of you..."

"Oh really? And I could guess that (F/F) is your favorite flower... Is that supposed to be the symbol of our unification?"

"Maybe? Okay, yeah, maybe it is..."

Somehow he could feel sadness radiating off the inanimate object he's currently holding.

He knows...

He knows that you won't see each other from now on.

"(Name), my love..."

A single tear fell on the amulet as he gripped on it, sadness replaced with rage as he gaze upon the imposing, full moon

"Just like princess Kaguya, you left me to be somewhere you belong to..."

He looked at the amulet as he remembered that tonight is the last night he see you

"Just like princess Kaguya, someone take me away from you just like how they separate her from the emperor..."

He put the amulet around his neck and gripped his sword

"Of all the things had happened, I will twist the tale, just you wait, my dear..."

His once full of life mint eyes turn back into his lifeless one but it gleamed with desire and vengeance

"I will came to you, and make sure you fall into my arms once again..."

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Admin 15: Oh damn, Mui is a lovestruck yandere in the end,....and I kinda live for it, maybe I should make something with yandere trope for my next story, hehe

Anyways, I'm so sorry that this story make no sense, I might be on roll but I guess I'm being overexcited about it

[kaypeace21]

why is there so much denial of Will being gay?? Like, nothing Will has done has shown him to be anytging but possibly gay. Like, nobody thinks he'z gay because he's a nerd that doesn't have a girlfriend!! We think he's gay because of all the fucking subtext!!!!

There are a few reasons for this, and they’re all (for the most part) rooted in homophobia. 1) There are those who (may or may not) notice the subtext, but ignore it with the excuse of “he’s too young; stop sexualizing him!”. All while shipping lumax, and mileven. Whether they want to admit it or not, this is homophobic! They view (subconscious or otherwise) being queer as inherently sexual, dirty, and adult. And that only straight relationships can be pure and innocent and based on compatible personalities. Straight kids can have innocent crushes (but in their eyes) queer kids can’t- they may not even exist, to them. 

 2) There are some mileven shippers (who whether they want to admit it) hate Will, because the possibility he has powers or is gay- threatens their precious het ship. Because a lot of them don’t see El as her own person (just a part of their ship) or a vessel for being a badass with powers. They don’t appreciate her for the nuanced character she is.  They either get angry at the idea of Will being gay or having powers, or are only happy with him being queer if he’s sad and in an unrequited one-sided love/ or is single forever. Or they’ll say “why don’t you just ship him with someone else… like Dustin?” Ignoring the fact Dustin hasn’t been queer coded like Mike (or had romantically coded scenes with Will), or that people ship byler for Will and Mike, not cause it’s simply m/m. I mean, can you imagine byler shippers saying ‘Just ship El with Dustin, it’s a guy and girl… it’s practically the same thing”? No, of course not! It shows their bias- and how they feel privileged and entitled to their straight ship even though there are millions of similar ships in media to choose from- unlike queer ships which are far and few in between. However, we’re supposed to be the ones who pick another option- and are told our ships are ‘all the same’. Whether they are aware of this bias, they consider queer ships a joke, and all the same.

3) Those who relate to Will and his struggles,  hate the idea of relating to a queer character. There is a reason why shows like ‘Will &Grace’ in the 90s were popular, but even today the second a character who people assumed was straight is revealed as lgbt+ viewers get angry! It’s because they feel ‘tricked’ into liking, relating and empathizing with a character that they would otherwise have immediately put in a ‘box’ and  distanced themselves from . Whether they are aware of it or not, they would immediately attribute stereotypes to them and never try to empathize with them, because ‘they’re gay, and ‘how can I relate to that’? They don’t want to relate to them (because subconscious or otherwise) they think being gay is bad or just too foreign.They don’t see queer people as full-fledged people. They’re just gay- nothing more.

Which is why when they angrily say “he’s just afraid to grow up, HE’S NOT GAY!”  They are essentially saying a gay, abused kid, who has ptsd, and was violated by the MF (and was also hinted m**ested by Lonnie too) can’t be afraid to grow up, since he lost his childhood. Only straight people have these type of human-fears and characterizations!

Forget the fact, that Will also wouldn’t want to grow up- because than he’d have to acknowledge his sexuality (at a time where all you heard about gay men was they were evil , mentally ill, going to hell and dying of aids as a punishment by god). Not to mention Will’s ptsd and the fact he lost 2 years of his childhood on top of that.He even says “I’m not … going to fall in love” (not convincingly) , right after the movie date with Mike.

4) They’re so used to straight media, and everyone being presumed straight and having media catered to them (the straight audience)- That they’ll ignore or miss every hint there is a queer character. 

So what are the hints of Will being gay (or at least- some other lgbt identity.

Called many homophobic slurs  since s1 ( specifically ”queer, fag, fairy, and gay”) by his dad and bullies. Jonathan in s1 tells Will to “not like things just because people tell you you’re supposed to, especially not him” ( ‘him’ referring to their dad). Is positioned behind a rainbow apple poster in the av room (ref. to Alan Turning the gay creator of computers), dances with a girl with a rainbow hair-clip, has rainbow bandaids, has his mom says she’s ”so proud” (lgbt+ pride ref) of the rainbow ship he drew . When Will disparages himself as a “freak”, Jonathan asks Will, who would you rather be friends with-  David Bowie (who was openly bi since the 70s) or Kenny Rogers? Will says Bowie, and Jonathan agrees saying “see, it’s no contest”. In the pitch to netflix the Duffers described Will as having “sexual identity issues”. In the leaked s2 snowball script it says “he’s not looking at the cute girl- but Mike.”

All of s2 directly paralleled ‘romantic s1 mileven scenes’ to ‘supposedly platonic byler scenes’. No joke, they had identical scenes, with almost identical framing and dialogue, but it’s all dismissed as friendship (even though the scenes are identical).Byler was also  paralleled to Jancy, Stancy, Jopper, bob/joyce and others. . You can headcannon Will as whatever you want, but like it or not- Will is queer and m/m! We could debate his exact queer sexual identity , but Will was never written and will never be written to be ‘straight’! Stay mad!

If Will was Wilma, the majority of the fandom would be byler shippers. Think about it! Mike having byler scenes that are identical to s1 mileven scenes, and then additional unique byler scenes. Mike staying by Wilma’s side 24 hours a day for several days (not even changing clothes), carrying her out of the hospital, grabbing her hand (with a zoom in shot),constantly asking her if she’s okay at least 5-7 times, putting his arm around her twice, being the only one who could tell something was off with her (and it wasn’t her normal type of quiet). Calling and running all the way to her house and banging on the door to check on her, desperate. Proclaiming “i’m the only one who cares about Wilma!” Watching her sleep cause he’s so worried, that shed scene reminiscing about how they first met in perfect detail, saying “I asked, I asked if you wanted to be my friend. You said yes, you said yes. It was the best thing I’ve ever done. (like a marriage proposal)”  The “crazy together” scene. Them being close since they were 5 vs the girl he knew for a week (but is somehow in love with?). If the witness said about El in s1 , “ same height… it could be the Byers girl”, instead of ‘boy’ (pointing out the resemblance). Mike getting into fights and getting upset (almost crying) about the bullies insulting Wilma. Mike having a whole binder of her drawings and caressing one of the drawings, after he thinks she died.  Being the only one of her friends to stay awake at the hospital, waiting for her to wake up- so he can see her and hug her first. Almost everyone would be team byler if Will was a girl- they probably would of started shipping it the second Wilma stared at him and was the only one who didn’t lie to him, in the first ep! Another parallel to El! 

And again think about s3 if Will was a girl.They paralleled the (comedic) mileven breakup vs (the sad/serious) byler breakup. Then Mike just complained and burped on the couch vs apologizing to Willma multiple times/even going into a storm to apologize a 2nd time (and to ‘talk’). Willma having a breakdown over the fight vs El laughing and high five-ing Max after.The shed vs the pool shed scene- “best thing I’ve ever done” vs “you’re the most important thing in the world to me”, “blank makes you crazy’ (as El stares confused) vs “crazy together’ (where Wilma says ‘yeah, crazy together). Mike going on ‘movie dates with Willma all the time’ right after making out with El. The last mileven kiss where Mike has his eyes open the whole time, doesn’t kiss back, and says he doesn’t remember saying “I love her” to El (and doesn’t say ‘I love you’ back). Right after having a talk with Wilma about playing games when she comes back (the crux of their fight). Mike getting excited that he’ll be able to visit El and Wilma on Thanksgiving and them visiting him on Christmas (those are holidays where family usually introduces their S.O.) Having the last scene of Mike,  be him looking back at Wilma’s house, and have that whole monologue in that scene be about “feelings changing”, and then he goes to hug his mom like the s1 byler scene where he thought Wilma was dead. And that’s not even all the scenes- and every time byler won by a landslide. If Will was a girl, it would be obvious writing on the wall, that Mike would eventually choose Wilma over El by the end of the series.

But since they are 2 boys, we’re delusional, because queer kids don’t exist … apparently.

[stoopsbookstore]

The Wolf (Chapter 1)

Warnings - Chapter features violence, gore and character deaths

“Yuta! Wake up!” Johnny smacked the younger wolf awake, the forest ablaze around them, “we have to go!”

“What’s happening, what’s going in?” Yuta stood up, his legs wobbly underneath him.

“Some guy set the forest on fire, says he’s looking for you,” Taeyong transformed, running for his life after sharing the information with Yuta.

“We need to get out of here, it’s not safe!” As a wolf, Doyoung gathered the younger pack, leading them away from the inferno.

Yuta saw his packmates run in various direction, Kun and Xiaojun darting to pick up Taeil who had been burnt on his hind legs, Haechan staying with Ten as they attempted to grab their heirlooms, chaos and madness all around them.

“Hello there, bastard child,” a black wolf with a white streak on his back bared his teeth at Yuta, trying to transform, but for some reason could only sprout his ears, “long time, no see.”

Yuta started running, seeing his friends and family getting slaughtered, wolves attacking them relentlessly.

“Yuta! Help me!” Jisung reached for the male, only for the lead wolf to come up and stomp on his neck.

“You’ll never be a member, you stupid fuck!” The wolf started making his way to Yuta, bracing himself against a tree, “you’ll always be alone!”

Yuta woke up in the classroom screaming, the entire class turning around to stare at him. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes red for tears he didn’t realize he shed.

“Im sorry, Mr. Nakamoto, does Romeo and Juliet scare you that much?” Mr. Shindong asked, the chalkboard full of notes of the play and his notebook full of nothing but drool.

“Sorry, sir,” Yuta murmured out, his eyes a dull red, calming himself down as everyone went back to not paying attention except one girl, a sympathetic look on her face.

“Because of that interruption, I think it would be to dismiss class early,” The professor glared at Yuta, “and maybe some of you should focus on getting more sleep instead of getting more pussy.”

The class cheered, gathering their stuff together, Yuta staying back as his friends, Johnny and Doyoung, came up to him.

“Dude, what was that all about?” Doyoung felt Yuta’s forehead with the back of his hand, “are you sick?”

Johnny swatted his hand away from the panicking boy, knowing exactly what’s wrong, “what did you see?”

“A vision of my mom’s pack leader, he burnt everything down,” Yuta shivering as they walked out of the classroom, a pair of eyes on them, "I couldn't save Jisung, I couldn't save anyone."

“Should we tell Taeyong?”

"Tell him what? Yuta had a dream where we all were slaughtered," Doyoung stared at the tallest male, "he would lock us up and throw away the key."

"Well, what do you expect we do?" Johnny swatted at Doyoung, accidentally whacking into Y/N, their classmate, "oh shit! Sorry!"

"No, it's okay," Y/N rubbed her head, Yuta reaching out his hand, "thank you."

The second their hands touched, a jolt of electricity racing through their bodies. Yuta froze, his face stuck in terrror. Y/N took her hand back, staring at the trio in horror.

"You won't being able to save her, fool," a disembodied voice taunted Yuta, looking around to see his friends had vanish and Y/N was strung up, dangling by her legs over a pit of fire, "just because she's your meant to be doesn't mean you'll be with her. You're going to ruin everything for her."

The chain around Y/N's legs disappearing, dropping her as Yuta screamed.

His scream brought him back to the real world, his friends covering his mouth, Johnny helping Y/N up, rubbing her hand.

"Did you feel that, too?" Y/N questioned Yuta, his forehead sweating and his eyes still bulging out.

Y/N ripped a corner of a piece of a paper, scribbling her number on it with a dying pen, the ink fading.

"Call me later please."

Y/N made her exit, Yuta pocketing the number while Johnny pulled out his own phone to call Taeyong.

"Joh-"

"No, Doyoung, he needs to know," Johnny nudged his friend away, "Taeyong, skip your next class, Biology can wait. I'm sure Professor Heechul wouldn't care about you missing one class. It's about Yu- yes. He had a nightma- yes. We think we found his m- Y/N, that girl from our English class. We're on our wa- she just left, but she gave us her name."

Johnny started walking, leaving Doyoung and Yuta in the hall, waving at them to follow him, the trio hustling through the hallways, looking for another one of their members.

Upon arriving at the computer lab, they saw their youngest, Jisung. Johnny walked up and handed the phone to the member affectionately called "their baby," his face terrified as Taeyong began panicking on the phone.

"I have cla- What do you mean Yuta had a nig- and his ma- I'll pack up my stuff," Jisung took out his flashdrive, shoving everything in his bag before the four boys ran out of the classroom, the youngest boy giving the phone back to Johnny.

"We're on our way, we have Jisung. Talk to you later."

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"Mom, have you ever touche-"

"Honey, I already gave you the talk."

"Not like that," Y/N groaned, "I mean, I bumped into this three guys and when one of them was helping me up, I got a shock and then I saw a vision."

Leann stood in silence, her eyes looking at the pot of spaghetti sauce, avoiding the topic, "How about you try some of this?"

"Mom."

"Honey, we can't tell you right now, I'm sorry," she threw the spoon in the sink, "I wish I could and now that we know you're carrying on the family legacy, we have to do this in a very careful way. But what I can tell you in that I come from a very long line of werewolf hunters."

"Hunters?"

"Yes. And I married your stepfather for an alliance that would help us grow in numbers and wipe out the wolves," Y/N looked to the counter, tracing random etchings in the marble as her mother continued, "while I love Shindong, this is mainly for your protection. There's a lot you're going to find out in the next few weeks and we want you to be ready."

"We knew this day was going to come," Shindong had entered the room, kissing the top of Leann's head, "we can start training this weekend. Let me grade all of these works and I can introduce you to what's about to happen. The first paper is one of those half-breeds, Yuta."

Y/N jumped at the name, unnoticed by her parents, "I should go to bed, get well rested for the big day, I guess."

She ran to her room like a speeding bullet train, her heart pounding, as she slid down the door.

Werewolves are real? Any sort of legends surrounding the town could've been real.

Y/N got up from the floor, falling onto her bed before replaying the vision from earlier.

"Help! Someone please!" Y/N tried to wiggling out of the chains, the flames making her sweat waterfalls.

She noticed a wolf, gray fur with bright green eyes growling at a huge black blur, spewing gibberish out of his mouth. The wolf growled as the blur slashed at him. The canine fell to the floor before changing into Yuta, a classmate of Y/N's. The blood ran from his body, the blur laughing at Y/N, her chains dropping her into the inferno.

"Fuck!" Y/N woke up, her body sweaty from the nightmare, her room dark, the moon the only light shining through the window.

A patch of fur had been left near Y/N's pillow. She picked it up, turning on her light to examine it.

It was gray, the same color as Yuta's in her dream.