Seeing what presents my baby sister gets and realising I really drew the short straw by being the firstborn

My Adoring Fan chapter 9

a/n: time to get back to this

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“Alright I’ve got them...” Aurelius dumps his books in the center of the little group consisting of Zulima, Max and himself. “Where’s ‘Zay?”

“Your dad wanted to talk to her as we passed by your parents’ room.” Max offered. “About what happened at RAD.”

The white- and black-haired boy nodded. “Alright then. Let’s get started then.” He flipped open to a random page and checked with his cousin and the human to make sure they hadn’t already covered the material yet: Transfiguration.

With a negative answer they began.

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Arella was deciding on something to make for lunch, when Cyrus and Mahlon made it back home from their time out. As soon as the toddler could get his little shoes off, Mahlon was in the kitchen tugging on the hem of his mother’s shirt as he bounced like an excited puppy.

“Mama! Mama! Mama! ‘M hungry. When’s lunch?” He asks with wide green-to-blue-to gold gradient eyes. “Awso- Awso- Awso, me ‘n Cy... me ‘n Cy saw a weally pwetty kitty on da way home.”

“You did?” She asks with a soft chuckle. “Well, I’m not sure what I’m making for lunch just yet so why don’t you help me decide. Sound good?”

The toddler nods as Arella picks him up and places him on the counter. Cyrus enters the kitchen shortly thereafter.

“Sorry I couldn’t keep him occupied longer, Mum.” The half-demon reaches into the fridge to grab out a sportsdrink. “I know Dad’s not in the best of shape today so I tried to get Mahlon to stay out with me longer but he wouldn’t have it. Is he doing any better now, though?”

“A little bit...” Arella nodded. “He and your sister fell asleep together upstairs so I’ll wake them when lunch is finished.”

“’Zay’s home?!” Mahlon’s eyes lit up as he hopped down. “I wanna see ‘er.”

“Mahlon, honey, no. You’ll wake them right now.”

“But I wanna see ‘em!” The boy complains.

“They’re not going anywhere, Buddy.” Cyrus chuckled. “And I thought you said you were going to help Mum choose what’s for lunch?”

“Yeah.... Yeah but...”

“No buts, little one.” Arella smiled as she opened the fridge. “Your brother is up in his room with Zulima and Max. You can go see them if helping decide what’s for lunch doesn’t interest you anymore.”

Mahlon nodded taking off for the stairs as Arella turns back to the fridge to continue her task

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“Auwelius!” Mahlon exclaims as he jumps on his older brother’s back. “Why’dyu come home eawly? Hi, Zuli!” His multicolored eyes narrowed when he noticed Max, “Human... go away.”

“Hm?” The older teen looks back, “Don’t worry about it just yet, bud.” He ruffles Mahlon’s fluffy black hair. “Also don’t talk to Max like that. You may be the baby of the family but that doesn’t mean you get to act like a brat.”

Mahlon on let out a hmph as he turned his attention to one of the spell books. “What’s that?”

“It’s a spell for transfiguration,” Zulima explained.

“Can I see how it's done?”

“Sure,” Max offers, “I can do it for you.”

“No!” The toddler growled as he glared at her. “I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Auwelius or Zuli. Not you, Stupid.”

“Whoa,” Both Aurelius and Zulima cut in.

“Cool your jets there, Mahlon.” Zulima started, “Max just offered to show you what you wanted to see. You don’t have to be mean.”

“If you can’t act nicely, then you can go. The door’s that way.” Aurelius points toward the door. “The three of us are trying to study.”

“No! I wanna stay! I wanna stay!” The nearly three-year-old shouts as Aurelius covers Mahlon’s mouth with his hand.

“Mahlon, stOP! You yellin’ at the top of your damn lungs like this is not a good thing. Dad’s probably sleeping right now. Do you really want to be the one that wakes him up?” Mahlon shakes his head as Aurelius removes his hand from his brother’s mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

“Too bad it already happened.” Mammon says as he leans against the doorframe. “Mahlon, apologize to Max and then go downstairs.”

“I’m not sayin’ sowwy. Not to ‘er,” Mahlon crossed his arms with a huff.

“It wasn’t optional, Mahlon. Say yer sorry. Right now.”

“No! You can’t make me!”

“I sure as hell can put ya in time out until yer ready to though. Downstairs, now- or do I gotta come over there and get ya myself?”

Mahlon only shook his head and marched out of Azalea’s room, headed downstairs for his punishment.

“Here’s yer phone back, Max. Send me that audio so I can get it to Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.” Mammon sighed, “There’s no excuse for the four of ya ta have had what was said ta ya said ta ya.”

The blue-eyed human only nodded as she put her phone away and the demon left.

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As Mammon and Mahlon make their way downstairs, the demon flips on a 5-minute timer on his phone.

“When this timer goes off, I’ll come get ya and we’ll talk about why what ya did was wrong and why ya did it, ‘kay?” Mammon says as he puts Mahlon in a corner for his time out and the boy nodded. The white-haired demon flips on the time and heads into the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Hey, right behind ya,” he says as reaches over Arella to grab a water bottle from the fridge. “So... Mahlon’s in time out right now because he’s refusin’ to apologize to Max for callin’ her stupid.”

“What? really?” Arella looks up at him with wide eyes. “That’s the second time he’s done that while she’s been over...”

“Yeah ‘n it's gonna be the last too.” He hums, “I think he’s just jealous of her because ‘Zay gives Max the attention that he wants from her. Ya know how much he loves ‘er despite the way she treats him ‘n how possessive he gets over us or his siblings.”

“Yeah, I thought we’d managed to curb this behaviour from last time though...” She rubbed her temples. “How are you feeling though after you’ve had that nap? You ready for lunch, love?”

“I’m a lil’ better. Kinda nauseous from not eatin’ all morning so I’m more than ready for lunch. Maybe gettin’ some food in me’ll help kick the rest of this. I’m tired of just sittin’ around doin’ nothin’.

“Just take it easy, alright? Remember what the doctor said all those years ago? Rest is the quickest way to come out of this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m just bored.” He sighed as the timer went off. “Welp, time to go talk to our son.” He took a swig out of his water bottle and went back out into the living room to talk to Mahlon.

“Alright, I’m going to wake Azalea and collect the others for lunch.” Arella says as she climbs the stairs.

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“Azalea,” Arella calls softly as she’s tries to rouse her daughter from her nap for lunch. “Time to wake up, my little flower.”

“Don’t wannaaaaaa,” The teen only rolls further onto her side trying to bury her face in the pillow. “’m not hungry.”

“I know you don’t but you have to. You’ll never sleep tonight and then you’ll be tired for school the next day.”

“Noooo, I’ll be fine.”

Well, if her daughter was refusing to get up, Arella had other strategies to wake the girl. Her hands snuck to Azalea’s sides and she began to tickle the girl.

“Ah! Stop! Stop! I give!” The half-demon laughed as she tries to roll further away from Arella only for Arella to pull her back in when she was in danger of falling off the king-sized bed. “Mercy! Mercy!”

The human ceases the tickle attack as she holds her daughter close. “I’m glad you saw it my way,” She smiled. “Lunch is ready, Princess. Your brother and I made sandwiches.”

“Which one? I have two.”

“It was Cyrus and no- you have three brothers, Darling.”

“Does Mahlon really count?” She asked.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean he can’t do much in the way of helpin’ if he can’t even reach the bloody counter now, can he?”

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” She let out a relieved sigh as Azalea laughed softly.

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“So, are ya ready to apologize to Max, now, Buddy.” Mammon asks as he sits with his youngest on the couch.

“No... I’m mad at her.” the black-haired boy puffs his cheeks out in a pout.

“You’re angry at her? Why? Did she do something to upset you?”

“She took ‘Zay away.”

“Whaddya mean by that, Mahlon?” The demon asks as he readjusts the boy on his lap. “Max didn’t take yer sister away from ya.”

“Yes, she did. ‘Zay don’t love me no more... She’s always with Max...”

“Mahlon, bud, that ain’t true,” The Avatar of Greed sighs. “Your Sis is just bad at showin’ those types of feelings sometimes but I promise you she does love ya... in her own way.”

“How do you know?” Mahlon’s multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Can I let ya in on a little secret?” He asks as Mahlon nods. “When you were a baby, Azalea hated ya. She didn’t want ya to be here- even still she’s not really yer biggest fan.”

“What? Why? Did I do someting wrong?”

“No, it's just that up until Mama and I had you, she didn’t have ta share our attention with anyone but Aurelius so she felt like you were taking us away from her and she felt like she was being replaced. Ya see, babies require a lot of work after their first born so we really didn’t have a lot of free time ta spend one on one with your brother and sister like we used to. She resented having ya around but as ya got older and ya started ta get more independent and not in need of constant supervision, she started ta calm down about it.”

“So she doesn’t like me?”

“She’s getting better about it. Ya just gotta give her time which leads me to my next point: You can’t be mean to Max. Not only is it wrong since she’s been nothing but nice to you, but do you really think your sister is going to like that you’re being rude and nasty to her friend?”

“... No...”

“So doncha think you should apologize?”

“Mhm...”

“That’s my good boy,” The demon ruffles his son’s hair. “It’s lunch time now so let’s go ahead and wash our hands and get to the table, ‘kay?”

“’Kay,” The toddler hops down from his father’s lap and heads off for the kitchen.

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Trust Fund Baby ♡ Kim Seokjin

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x reader

Genre: Fluff + Softcore Smut with a side of Comedy

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: includes softcore porn, mc cries during sex bc too much feelings, fake engagement, Jin’s mum dislikes YN

Summary: Kim Seokjin is the biggest Trust Fund Baby, it is no secret but he’s almost thirty and on the line to inherit his dad’s CEO position, which makes his family set a deadline for his engagement or he loses it all.

OR

The one where Seokjin is no good with buried feelings but Y/N isn’t any better (they kinda hate each other and they have to share a bed okay, thats the cliche here)

A/N: banner made by me, whoa I finally got this bad boy finished that took quite some time, well, I hope you enjoy, these past few days haven’t been nice to me but I’m slowly working on it. Much blessing to all of you reading this first attempt at a slightly longer shot.

Seokjin has always been one to enjoy the finest things in life, traveling around the world at any given time? check. shopping without checking the price tag? check. attending a top tier university? also check. 

The thing is, one can only live so long without having to actually work for every single swipe of a black card. He is about to turn 28, youngest child of the most successful tech innovator in Korea and a former second-place Miss Universe, and he has yet to bring a girl home that provides him with some kind of secured future to the family name.

“We are not getting any younger” his mother had said the first few times the topic was brought up during their usual family Sunday brunch, but the words fell on deaf ears.

When his dad started getting involved in the matter, Seokjin knew he was over and done with.

But as much as his dad was headstrong, Jin was one himself too, he entered each blind date knowing that he would make whoever was sitting across from him, absolutely despise him after less than an hour went by, which was quite a hard task in itself, seen as he was pretty good looking and with a heavy amount of money under his name. 

See, he would have probably agreed to marry to some of the girls that his dad sent his way, but every time he sat down for dinner with each of them, they were not even trying to fake being interested in him, just his lifestyle, whether it is if his dad was about to name him CEO any time soon or how much money they could blow off in the wedding.

He could do it for the rest of his living days, scaring off his father’s candidates, that is. It was somewhat fun, earning a weirded out look when he mentioned he liked bathing in goats milk religiously, or how he allegedly liked being put to sleep like a baby, he even once went as far as admitting a fake toe kink in the most perverted way possible when one of them just wouldn’t budge.

Then again, his fun could only last so long, as his father called him up to the office to give him a 30-day ultimatum or his trust fund would be taken away for good. Now that had the gears in his head working, how on earth would any sane enough person agree to marry in a month-long time.

“I’m not saying you’re not a keeper, hyung but I honestly don’t think I can take up such a responsibility,” Namjoon laughed as they sat in one of the campus’ lounge chairs while they waited for their class to start, the elder groaned in response.

“Could you imagine having to marry THE Kim Seokjn in less than a month, but also having to meet the standards of tech genius Mr Kim and universal beauty Mrs Kim” Jungkook laughed at his friend as he patted his shoulder in pity “I don’t think anyone is willing to put themselves through it hyung”

“Could you just- I don’t know, help me out a bit? I already know I’m fucked” 

“Okay, let’s say… who could pass the scrutinising judgemental eye of the Kims?” the blond one offered, just a bit of teasing in his tone “They would have to be a girl, your father seems adamant on that one” he paused as if in thought “ A nice family name would help too”

“She would have to be good looking too, my mum says Seokjin-hyung’s mum can never be seen without looking like she is about to own a runway” 

“Well that’s about it, I will be broke for the rest of my life, I won’t be able to pay my student loans, it was nice knowing you guys, I’ll just have to work at some greasy old diner to pay for a one-bedroom apartment somewhere out of the city and we’ll never hang out again because I’ll be a disgrace of society, this handsome face will just wrinkle and spot without the high maintenance and- ugh” he buried his face in between his hands, resting on the table in an overexaggerated manner after his rant, making the youngers try to stifle a laugh

“Whoa, what is the drama queen crying about now?” Taehyung, another friend of theirs approached the table after hearing the not so subtle commotion “Hyung, if your night cream went out of stock again, you know I can get my mum to ship some to you, we’ve talked about this”

If Seokjin’s dramatic outburst from before had made them laugh, Taehyungs’ confession made them burst in a fit of laughter that had both of them holding onto their sides “You’ve- you’ve had to restock Seokjin-hyung on- on night cream before?” 

“And now he’s going to kill me, stop laughing!” he took a seat next to them “What is this about anyway?”

“His dad said he has to marry or they will completely obliterate his spending rights” 

“Oh but, how hard can it be? You’re Kim Seokjin, just ask a girl to fake marry you” 

“He’s just worried that after having a taste of Worldwide Handsome, they won’t let go ” Seokjin let out an overdramatic groan at that, continuing to fake cry, sound muffled by his arms

“Then just ask someone that doesn’t give two shits about your money or reputation to fake marry you”

“I don’t think such a person exists, hyung”

“Yah, Y/N is a good option, her family is filthy rich too” 

“But isn’t Y/N… you know, a bastard child?” Taehyung was known amongst their scene as a social butterfly, not caring about the protocol they were subdued into when they were children, so it made sense that while for them it was almost a rule to never consider an illegitimate child a friend of theirs, Taehyung would just jump over that fact.

“Which is exactly my point, if you show up to your parents’ house, saying you’re ‘oh so in love with this black sheep’ I could bet my life, they’ll let you off the hook”

 So maybe Taehyung was right, you were his best shot so far. Contrary to what most people new to the scene of Korea’s high society believe about your social status as an illegitimate child of the car emporium’s CEO and national treasure, he knows you are more of an insider, having grown up with him but… pretty much on the side. It wasn’t like you were alien to his lifestyle, but as you both grew up and he was involved more in the family business, you had grown apart, going as far as rebelling against your father once you were grown up enough to understand what being a bastard child meant for you. 

He never stopped seeing you around though, once you started going MIA on business dinners and family trips, he thought enough to see you during classes.

However, you stopped being recognisable after he attended a semester abroad, coming back home to see pigtails and pink puffy dresses long gone, in their place, ripped jeans, which were completely unacceptable for a lady, according to his mum, and driving one of your dad’s self-proclaimed archnemesis designs. 

It was a spring semester in high school, he could recall the time as if it were a precious memory, while the rest tried to pretend it had never happened in the first place; at age 27 he doesn’t have to try so hard to recall the way you burst into one of your father’s celebratory cocktails, drunk off your ass, barely managing to get a hold of some mic and screaming into it how he, and everyone else attending the party, had a stick up their asses that didn’t let them see anything but price tags before you were dragged off stage by security. He had giggled at it but his mother had scolded him, asking him to pretend as if you had never existed in the first place.

So of course, the secure way out of an arranged marriage was simple: you. 

Now, this promised to be no easy task, he knew you hated his family almost as much as you hated your own father, but he also happened to know his way into negotiating an infallible plan that would get you to rebel against the system you were so adamant on taking down. 

“Wait wait wait, so you’re telling me, asking me, to marry you” so perhaps approaching you on your way to class wasn’t the smartest way to do it, seen as you halted your hasty walk to turn to look at him, books in hand and looking like you hadn’t slept in days.

“Yeah, fake marrying me though” 

“I would still sign a contract, Jin you do know we would be legally married, right?” he just raised his shoulders as if to dismiss your statement.

“Say, hypothetically I do it, I don’t think your parents would approve of me” you resumed your walk and he found it appropriate to play dumb with a smile on his face.

“Why wouldn’t they?” 

You stopped walking again and blinked a few times his way as if debating inside your head if he really was that dense“Jin… I’m a bastard child, you know how it goes around here”

“Hmmm I’m willing to look past that, yeah” you stared at him for a few seconds before smiling in a knowing way, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him,  not being able to see past his words to his true intentions on the matter since you two hadn’t really hung out for years “So what do you say?”

“No thank you” you weren’t about to turn around once you started to walk away once again, but out of the corner of your eyes you could see him hanging his mouth open in that drama fashion he was known for.

Days passed and each one seemed to go by faster than the last, by the time two weeks were left, he could practically hear the ticking clock inside his head, reminding him that maybe he should have gone for an easier target, perhaps some girl from the country club that seemed to always try so hard to steal a glance from him. But then again, he wouldn’t get rid of her for all he’s worth.

Seokjin tries, again and again, everytime ending up with a no from you, he starts actually trying as his days run low, peer pressure, you’d call it as he set up a huge booth full of roses just outside your dorm building, a mic held in his hand as everyone around him took videos of THE Kim Seokjin making a fool of himself for a girl, your cheeks blazing red as you walked up to him, finally fed up with him as you angrily whispered to him “You’re asking me because you don’t think I am on your level, you honestly think less of me, why? because I didn’t grow up in a golden cradle like you and your friends? because I actually have to work for what I have? You’re an asshole Kim Seokjin, but I will prove you, I can absolutely charm both of your parents, I’ll do it” Seokjin’s grin taking over his features.

The first time you officially posed as Seokjin’s girlfriend, you wouldn’t have thought it would be one of the most nerve wrecking experiences in your life, having grown in a wealthy family, after your mother decided to leave you with your biological dad and his rightful heirs, you were no stranger to their roundabouts, their lifestyle and everything in between.

“Well you cleaned up nicely, Y/N” Seokjin said in a mocking tone, body resting against his black car just outside your dorm building as he watched you close the glass door, ready to drive both of you to his family’s vacation house all the way in Jeju Island

“Why aren’t you a gentleman and help me with my stuff?” you groaned as, once again, your suitcase betrays you and tries to slip away from your grasp.

“Nah, not really my thing” he adjusted his sunglasses perched on his nose as he mockingly added “...darling”

“Kim Seokjin, I am the one doing you a favour by going with you!” you shouted back at him, in a futile attempt to get him to help you as he was already buckling himself up  inside the driver’s seat.

In all wealthy family fashion, as soon as Seokjin phoned back home to let his parents know that he was ‘finally ready to bring his girlfriend over’ his mum had gone all out and invited most of the inner Kim family for a weekend get together in one of their houses in Jeju, with just a text the night before having to leave campus as a heads up for you to get ready, currently on your way to catch a plane. 

“Wait so let me just get this straight” you said, surprised at Seokjin’s story of how the conversation with his mum went down, turning in your seat to face him more clearly “just after month of your parents trying to set you up, you just went ahead and straight up lied to your mother by saying that you’re bringing your long time girlfriend that you just somehow never mentioned before?”

“Yeah, Y/N, didn’t you hear me out the first time?”

You let out something between a laugh and a scoff as you melted into your seat “We’re so screwed”

Two hours and a lot of bickering later, you are still pushing your own suitcase forward as you and Seokjin made your way to a rented car just outside the airport.

“Listen so- these family things are kinda..”

“Stuck up?”

“I was gonna say etiquette-driven, but yeah, stuck up probably fits best” he said as you buckled your seatbelt on, him beginning to drive away and towards his family address, somewhere from the side of your eye you could see his hand trembling lightly on the steering wheel. Could it be that Kim Seokjin was nervous? The Kim Seokjin? 

“Relax Jin, I know exactly how to handle it. We grew up together, remember?” you said smiling at him as he turned your way for a second; to calm him down, but honestly it was more a thing to try and calm yourself down, having ran away from such a lifestyle, stirring things up in your family, only to end up somehow at the center of it all was sure a wild ride to be on.

“Yeah, I sometimes kinda forget you used to be so much better at this stuff than your sisters” his eyes lingered on you a second too long as you stopped at a red light, a small smile taking over his lips and the car behind you being quick to make it known that Seokjin was taking up too long to start the car going again when the light changed.

The ride was pretty much silent and kinda awkward but soon over with as the car pulled up to a familiar villa, white houses with fancy front gardens and over the top luxury cars lining up together as Jin parked on the third house on the right, just beside the one that used to be your father’s, and probably still was.

A woman was waiting by the entrance door, which you soon recognised to be Seokjin’s mum, looking just a tad older than how you remembered her from all those years ago, a bright smile on her face as she rushed to the driver’s side to greet her son.

“Ah Seokjinnie! You never visit anymore, look at you! Are you eating well? You look so thin!” she said as she placed two sonorous kisses on her son, one  on each cheek.

“Yah, eomma, we talk on the phone a lot though” 

“Wait so who’s the lucky lady you’ve brought home?” you stood kind of awkwardly on the front of the car to greet her with a small bow and a faltering smile, your heart speeding up at the memories of what your life used to be, fingers gripping your bag tighter in an attempt to not run away as soon as her eyes landed on you and her smile fell “Y/N? Seokjinnie, is Y/N really the girl you brought home?”

“Surprise?” Jin said from behind her as she not so subtly let out a huff and entered the house as you tried not to notice how your heart sinked at the sight, surely, you had always known deep down that you were quite the talk of the town amongst the families, with you being a bastard child and all, which was exactly why Seokjin had asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend, so his parents would drop the topic, very much preferring to see his son single rather than married to an out of marriage offspring, which not only made you realise that what you had promised yourself to make Seokjin down his words would never be true, you could never in a million years make his parents love you, and you didn’t calculate just how much it would hurt yourself as you tried.

“You can take the room upstairs, I’ll call you when your sister’s back so we can have dinner together” his mother said as she made her way inside without another word

“So I don’t think your mother likes me” you blurted out as soon as you closed the door to the room “Which I guess, goes exactly as you planned, after this I don’t think they’ll be pestering you to marry”

“Y/N that’s the least of our problems”

“What are you talking about?”

His eyes opened up to emphasize along with his hands dramatically pointing towards the bed “There’s only one bed and I have a bad back so I’m not about to sleep on the floor”

“Well that’s the least you could do Kim, I’m not about to share a bed with you”

“Take the couch?” he said as he pointed to a small couch that faced the window 

“Kim Seokjin I’m doing this much for your sorry ass, so unless you want me to go down and tell your mother that all of this is a set up, you take the damn couch”

“Well I never knew you looked that hot while yelling at me, Y/N”

“You’re insufferable” 

“Y/N come on, I don’t fit in that couch” he whined at you as you walked towards the bathroom to freshen up

“Do as you please Seokjin, but you’re not sleeping with me” 

As if dealing with Seokjin’s mum wasn’t enough, his sister was about to burst your head either from all the questioning or out of spite from the looks she was giving you as you sat across from her on the dinner table

“So Y/N, your sisters never mentioned you dating our Seokjin”

“Oh yeah- it was more of a very private matter, we dated for awhile just to see how it went, right Jinnie?” you said the nickname in a honey dripping voice that fitted the fake scenario you had going on

“Ahh yeah, yeah, Y/N and I, we uh- we like keeping to ourselves”

“And I haven’t seen you at your dad’s company dinners after- well, the incident”

“Seung” their oldest brother said sternly, catching up with her intentions “We’re just glad to see you again, Y/N”

“Thanks”

After dinner, Jin and you walked upstairs saying your goodbyes to the rest of his family to enter the bedroom, separately doing your night routines, you lied on one side of the bed as Seokjin prepped a few blankets and pillows in order to lie on the floor “I was just joking, you know? You could sleep on the other side of the bed” you said, feeling somewhat guilty at how he had taken your past statement as a rule

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” he was quick to say, already tossing at being uncomfortable lying on the floor.

“Oh so now you’re being considerate?” you scoffed- sure, Seokjin was kind of a dick, most of the time, but he wasn't half as bad as most people his age and social status, but honestly speaking, if he was so preoccupied on making you uncomfortable, he wouldn’t have even proposed to make you go through this whole ordeal “After what I just had to go through with your sister?”

“Well you kind of accepted to come” he retorted in a soft voice, one you hadn’t listened to him use before, as if over the course of the short dinner time, something had changed in your relationship “A friend doing me a favour, you know?”

“Seokjin…” you trailed off, however as far as you two went back, after news broke that you were somewhat cut off from your father’s heirship, and everyone started treating you cold as ever, you would have thought Jin had gotten the clue “We stopped being friends a long time ago”

“What are you talking about” the night was filled with silence apart from your two whispering voices in the dark as both of you laid there

“Yeah after… that time, we hadn’t talked to each other until now” Describing your relationship with Seokjin was one of the most difficult things to do, while you were still part of the official lineage of your father’s, the Kims had actually even rooted for you to marry Seokjin, whomst you were head over heels at the time, both of you were, but Jin being the good son and heir to a tech emporium, had always disliked the way you stood up against your father and the whole elite thing your families had going on; needles to say, you both completely cut off any strings attached after you proclaimed your despise to the whole wealthy ordeal and you were vanished from your dad’s will. 

“I fail to see your point” and for a second you would have loved to believe his soothing voice in the dark, to still be in friendly terms at least, with him, after all this time.

“Nevermind just- goodnight” you said as you turned on your side to cuddle the pillow in between your arms, his soft voice reaching your ears once more and for the last time in the night.

“Goodnight Y/N”

“I’m just going straight to the point here, Y/N what exactly do you plan on achieving by marrying my son?” Jin’s mother said as soon as you came down the stairs, Seokjin having left the room a while back

“Nothing ma’am, we’re just really in love” something inside you twisting at the lie that could have been truth if things were just a tiny bit different than how they were evolving at the time, the words leaving your lips sounding as the mere truth to your ears nonetheless

“I don’t buy that lovebirds facade, Y/N drop the act now” she turned to look directly at you, trying to sound menacing, which, would have worked, had it not been for you handling her for quite some time now, so you just tried your sweetest smile at her “Whatever you and Seokjin had when you were teens, your father and Seokjin’s father called it off”

“I know” you tried to conceal just how much the reminder hurted, the memories flooding into your mind, of you and Jin being engaged even before meeting each other, the good times you both spent together as friends, a few months as something more, then the lonely nights when it was all over and it had seemed like a dream that just wouldn’t ever come true.

“Just so you know, I’m keeping a close eye on you two” were her last words before leaving the kitchen, off to some other place in the house.

“Yes ma’am”

“Hey, Y/N, we’re heading to the beach you coming?” Seokjin asked as he laid his elbow on the counter, you pull him towards you, taking his hand in your smaller one as you watched his mother closing in on you two from the distance before she set her eyes elsewhere

He leaned in to you, whispering “What was that for?”

“Your mother knows something’s up” you shortly answered

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were coming” Seokjin’s father looked just as he did the last time you saw him years ago, his face contorting into an incredule one as he saw you descend from one of the cars that took you to the beach “Are you and your father on a better place now?”

“Oh no sir, I’m accompanying Seokjin” if he hadn’t believed your presence at first, he surely wasn’t believing the words leaving your mouth; Seokjin’s father had always had a soft spot for you, my hardest working tobe daughter-in-law, he had once said, and even after you and Seokjin’s engagement was called off, mainly by your father even when Jin’s mum said otherwise, his dad had offered you a place in his company’s headboard after you graduated, which you politely denied, knowing that someday, Seokjin would be CEO and you would have to work under his name directly.

“Seokjin? my son?” you nodded “What has Seokjin ever done to deserve you as his fiancee?”

“The same thing I keep repeating myself” you mutter more to yourself than for him to hear

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing!”

The weekend with Jin’s family was as monotonous as you remembered them to be, with family dinner after a day at the beach, plus the constant scrutinising eye of his mother on you two, which made you both hold hands more than the normal amount a real couple should, only to have to spend the night at a lonely bed.

 “Jin, I’m cold” 

“Well you sure aren’t planning on also taking my blanket from me, you’ve taken my bed already” he joked from his made up bed on the floor, which in hindsight, was probably even colder for him than for you

“Jin”

“No can’t do”

“Come cuddle me then” the words had left your mouth before your brain could even complete to process them, the situation all too familiar from years before, like muscle memory, your brain had just dwelled into a common relationship between the two, too easy to slip away from.

“Ohhh you’re already falling for worldwide handsome” he joked, only you knowing the truth his words hid behind them and you felt your face heat up, somehow deciding against backing up.

“Shut up just-” torn between spilling your “new found” feeling for him that were remains from a past love or keeping it the bare minimum “I’m cold”

“Fine, I’ll be there” he paused, and you knew him all too well to know that he was wearing a stuid grin on his face, wondering if by any chance the innocent banter had a deeper meaning for him too as he added “Almost fiancee”

You could hear a shuffling  of blankets and him throwing his pillows on the bed before he literally jumped on it, whole body hovering over yours, his eyes glistening as they bore into yours as he kept his body weight on his extended hands, a familiar twist in your heart at the distance, his lips on yours in the blink of an eye for less than a second before he rolled off to the empty side of the bed

“What was that for?!” you panicked, not loud enough for anyone to hear but him

“I don’t know it felt right”

As you turned to confront him, the air suddenly didn’t feel as cold as before, a warmth enveloping you both that felt like home, like this place and time was exactly where you were supposed to be all along, your hands coming up to caress the side of his face as his larger ones tugged you closer to him effortlessly without breaking eye contact; both of your faces coming closer to each other, noses brushing against each other before your lips found his, an all too familiar setting for the both of you, everything feeling as if both of your lives had been a movie that had been unwillingly paused and someone had pressed play just as you were close like this, feeling as if all those years apart were nothing when together, his hot tongue lapping your lower lip as you granted him entrance, tongues dancing with one another as time seemed to slow down, a gasp escaping your lips as his cold hand found its way into your pajama pants “sorry, is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, to which you agreed, your own hands scurrying under his top to caress his torso, his lips finding your sweet spot under your ear all too easily, as if he had never forgotten about it, his pants straining by each passing second as you felt him grow harder against your thigh, hand going under the covers to palm him over the fabric, which made him exhale a moan in your ear, feeling yourself grow wetter at the display, all too familiar, yet not enough, you lunged yourself over him to straddle his hips, clothed core rubbing against his covered length in a futile attempt to ease the tension “ah- you’re sure about this, Y/N?” he found himself checking in with you before you both lost yourselves to pleasure “a hundred percent, Jin”.

Seokjin was quick to rid you both of your clothing, both of you grimacing at the cold and giggling about it for a second before you resumed your ways with one another, Jin’s tongue working its way down your body until he reached your folds, eating you out like a man starved, his hand finding yours to grip tight as he went down to business, lapping up your juices and working you to your first quieted orgasm of the night with a questionable experience, were you two to have never broken up in the first place; you quick to turn you both over so you were on top and ready to ride his apparently aching length as soon as he disctrated himself by kissing you post-bliss tasting yourself on his tongue, a smirk forming in his features as he reached on the bed side table to roll a condom on himself, your hands teasing him already as you muttered a “Your parents are in the next room” that was soon answered with a cocky “We shouldn’t let them hear then” before you lined him up with your entrance and slided down on him, hands gripping each other’s as you started working a pleasurable deep pace, moans tangling with the other’s, eyes fluttering shut and a lonely tear rolling down you cheek at all the emotions that you had pent up and were slowly releasing by each thrust as you buried your face on his neck, startling Jin  and making you look down on him to check on you as he noticed you crying “Y/N, are you okay?” he muttered sweetly before kissing your lips in the sweetest form, hips stilling as he was buried deep inside you, him tossing you underneath him, angling his hips better and taking over a more passionate pace, plump lips kissing away your falling tears, as if knowing that they were caused by something bigger than the both of you “God you’re so beautiful” he said as his pace became erratic “Come with me please, Y/N” whether his words or the newly found position as he pulled a leg over his shoulder, hitting all the right spots, worked you to your second orgasm, followed by him spilling in the condom, would remain a mystery as he was quick to dispose the used condom and clean both of you as you edged on sleep, his naked torso colliding with your bare back as he cuddled you.

“What are they doing here?” You muttered under your breath as Jin leaned into your frame, your right arm intertwined with his as you both rounded the corner to greet the guests that Jin’s mother had so carefully selected for the engagement party

“What? Who?” his eyes scanned the room rapidly 

“My father and- Seoyun and Junghee” his free hand rested on top of yours in an attempt to let you know he was there for you, having witnessed first hand all the history between you and your family and mentally cursing his mother for playing you so dirty

“Shit”

“Seokjin I can’t keep doing this” you turned to him, eyes panicked and wide on the verge of tears, his mind racing a hundred miles per second in search for the right words that would make you stay, he had already lost you before, and even though things didn’t quite turned out the way he had planned, he wasn’t about to let you slip away again “I can’t face them again, after all they’ve put me through, Seokjin, they took away my dreams just because I wouldn’t pace around like the rest of them,  this is your life, not mine I’m so sorry” you had ran out of his grip and out the door before his brain could even begin to process it, blinking a few too many times before he called out to you 

“Seokjinnie! What’s taking you so long?” his mother had gathered the guests in the garden for the grand entrance of the newly announced engagement, tired of being kept waiting, walking up to him

“I’m so sorry eomma, I’ll- I just- I have to go” in his mind he was already out the door looking for you, had it not been for his mother’s hand on his bicep keeping him on place and turning him to look at her

“Kim Seokjin, we get it. Your father and I will wait until you find a girl to marry, one that suits you well” Seokjin’s mother was sure a woman that could not be fooled, but this one time perhaps it was Jin that had been fooled by himself on letting himself get close to you and fall in love all over again, just the way it happened all those years ago, just the way it was supposed to be

“That’s what you don’t get mum, I’ve already found the one” 

“Y/N? Jinnie, Y/N is not part of our world, you know it” 

“Then I want to be part of hers. I don’t care if you take my trust fund, take everything, I’ll build myself up, just like she did all those years ago and all of us, we all turned our backs on her, I want to be there for her, like it should have been from the start” he would have loved to record the incredulity in his mother’s eyes as she let her arms fall to her sides defeated, the first time Kim Seokjin had fail to complied with his mother was about none other than in an engagement matter.

Truth be told, you couldn't go far, there was no possible way you could just run home all the way from Jeju Island, but somehow seeing your tear stained face as you slumped over an old set of swings that he now recalled, you two used to go to back in the day, had his heart filling up, butterflies roaming his tummy

“...Jin” you exhaled his name, his mind quickly recalling the night before, how your eyes spilled love all over, how the past days watching you go on your daily routine alongside him, had him imploding with the purest kind of love

“Y/N? Listen I-” he began, a thousand words tangled in his mind waiting to be released

“I don’t think I made it”

“Made what?”

“Your parents to like me” a smirk appeared in his features as his hand came up to caress the side of your face lovingly

“Well you certainly made me like you” he said, close enough to your lips that you could have sworn both of your breaths mixed into one

“I don’t think you ever stopped liking me” a mirroring grin traced your lips before you leaned in to kiss him, whatever the path you two were once destined to walk, it was all different now, whatever turns it may take the only sure thing was that you two would walk it down together after all those years apart. 

Plus, technically speaking, Jin’s trust fund should remain intact since he found a wife in less than a month’s time, and you could always ask his dad for that place in the company he was always talking about.

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.51 prt.1

Luis was a douche. Luis was a douche and Lisa was sick of his shit. Taking Keith with him to see Miriam, Luis tried to intercept the pair of them, Lisa not having it as she towed her husband away from the doorway, hissing at them both not to make a scene. Lance could only roll his eyes mentally at it. Luis had tried taking him off his Mami’s visitors list, it sucked for Luis because unlike him, he’d never pulled that shit and treated the staff with respect they deserved. Having bought flowers the day before, today’s gift was himself and Keith. Luis going through the five stages of grief as he realised Keith was with him. Hooked up to a nasal cannula and BP machine, his Mami looked tired but thankfully awake, her face lighting up at the sight of them

“Mijos!”

Keith froze in the door. Maybe he should have mentioned Lisa to him. Honestly, after breakfast, he didn’t feel like bringing the mood down. Taking him by the hand, he tugged Keith along and over to his Mami’s side. Leaning down, he kissed her on the cheek

“You’re looking beautiful today, as always”

“And you’re a terrible liar. I see you brought your boyfriend along”

Lance wasn’t sure if Mami had forgotten Keith’s name or was teasing him

“Yep. Keith spent the morning being harassed by the gang, so we escaped to Platt to see the most beautiful woman this side of the equator”

“Keith, don’t fall for his bullshit. He’s a sweetheart but he’ll never make for a good liar”

His Mami started to cough, Lance’s heart ached at the sound. He could hear the congestion in her chest

“I’ve noticed. But he’s alright”

Keith’s voice trembled. He wasn’t used to this. And needed an out

“Keith, this Luis and Lisa. Lisa is Luis wife. Lisa, this is my boyfriend Keith. He knows, so we don’t have to skirt around the whole evil bloodsucker thing”

Lisa flashed Keith a very tight smile

“Nice to meet you”

“Yeah, you too”

And then it was awkward again. Recovering from her coughing, his Mami wiped at her lips with her handkerchief

“Don’t you four start fighting. I might be sick, but I will yell if I need to”

Lance snorted

“Mami, the only fighting going on here today will be Keith fighting to steal me away from you”

“He can have you”

Ouch. Mum burns were the worst, but he smiled wider

“I’m wounded. Your youngest and you kick me to the curb like that. Good thing Keith’s a good man”

“I know. I wouldn’t trust my mijo with a hunter if he wasn’t. Now, Keith, tell me honestly, how hopeless is he?”

“I don’t know I can. Coran’s my boss now, and he seems to like Lance... gotta keep the peace”

“Ah, Coran. He popped by again. Him and that lovely young Allura. Then sourpuss came”

Mami glanced to Luis who did not look happy

“You’re my mother. I’m worried for you”

“I seem to have raised a family of worriers. Marco called, then Veronica. She’s bringing the girls for a visit, Rachel too. She seems to be doing better”

Okay. So maybe Lance hadn’t told Keith that he wasn’t the only gay in the village... well, family. Though Veronica was bi, and Lance was kind of certain she had a girlfriend right now, Lance kept his nose out of it. It hurt less being on the outside when he didn’t know everything he was missing

“We’re allowed to worry. I’ve spent 44 years perfecting my worrying. Keith will tell you that I am a grade A worrier. Honour student and all that jazz”

Keith squeezed his hand

“You really are”

“Pfft. Like you aren’t”

“Shiro’s worse than me”

“Fair point”

His Mami started coughing again, Lance trying not to step back into Keith’s arms. Trying not to show anyone he was terrified. From the other side of the bed, Lisa fussed over, straightening up the nasal cannula and pulling the quilt up higher. As his mother regained her breathing, Lisa grabbed the glass of water off the bedside table, holding it and the straw so their mami could take a sip, before collapsing back against her pillows

“Now, who’s Shiro? And is he as cute as you?”

His mother was unstoppable

“Shiro is Keith’s older brother. He hunts too. He lives at a like a Hunk level of worry”

“So he’s a sensible worrier?”

Keith sighed

“No... He’s... complicated”

“I’m sure he is dear. Family is a complicated thing. It’s a warm and loving thing, and it’s a hard thing. I can you love him”

“He’s like my only family”

Lance’s heart melted. Pulling Keith closer, he then let go of his hand before wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist

“I think someone’s trying to tell you you’re not alone. My son does have good taste, at least as far as looks go”

This was true. Keith had been ogled as they sighed in. He’d made the day of more than one old aged pensioner

“You should have seen when we signed in. thought I was going to have to have to steal a walking stick and start smacking kneecaps to keep them back”

“Jokes on you, most of us have had knee replacements”

Mami liked to joke that having a teen looking son kept her young and “on top of the lingo”. Lance blamed the lunchtime soap operas for being a bad influence. And Pidge. Definitely Pidge

“Then walkers are going to have to go walking. You should have seen Mrs Pennox. I think her teeth literally fell out. Is that a courting thing here? Taking your teeth out and giving them to your crush?”

“At our age it’s all about the pills. The better the pills you have, the more sway”

“Mami!”

Luis sounded angry as he scolded their mother. The wanker was jealous. Maybe if he’d been around more, he would have been able to joke like this

“Stop being as stiff as a toilet brush. You tell him, Lisa”

Lisa didn’t want to get involved. Lance didn’t hate her for being a protective mother bear to their kids

“Now, now, Mami. They told you not to get too excited or exert yourself”

“Phooey. My boys have come to visit. Now, Lance, you take good care of this man. Poor dear looks ready to faint”

Keith was all peopled out for the day. Hopefully Lisa would convince Luis to leave for a few hours

“Pidge asked him about his intentions this morning. He got the full experience of her crazy”

“She certainly is energetic. And Hunk? He’s such a good boy”

“Yeah. He was happy Keith came to see me last night. He’s totally worrying though. Filled my fridge with enough food for a week”

“You be sure to thank him”

“I have. Though, I’ve got the feeling my fridge will be literally full when we get home again. Even with two... guests under the roof, Hunk manages to keep them fed”

His Mami looked confused. They’d talked about this more than once. It probably wasn’t smartest to talk about living with werewolves

“Matt and his girlfriend, they’ve just come back from being in Rome. He’s the whole reason Pidge was sleeping on my sofa”

“Oh. Yes. Yes, that’s right”

Mami was upset that she didn’t remember. She was covering, but Lance knew she was. Old age was so fucking cruel

“Enough about them. Wanna hear how Keith came down to surprise me? I had no idea he was coming. But Coran went and gave him the whole weekend off. So he was already there by the time I got home last night”

“That was certainly a very nice thing of you to do. I hope he isn’t giving you too much trouble”

Lance wondered if his Mami had another UTI she’d been really muffled the last time she did. He’d have to check with the staff over it. Keith probably didn’t have any idea why they were going there again

“No, ma’m. I mean, he’s trouble and you can’t help but wonder how he’s managed when he’s been left alone, but he’s been fine”

“I’m very happy to hear that. He talks so much about you. I seem to remember he said you’re living here now”

“With my brother. It’s nothing like Lance’s house”

“That must be nice. Family is important. These two are always butting heads, but deep down they still care about each other. They seem to inherited their stubborn streaks from me”

“Pfffft. You, stubborn, no way, Mami. I simply can’t believe it”

“There he goes again. Tell anymore fibs like that and you nose will grow”

“It’s been the same way for long enough that we both know that’s not going to happen”

Luis scoffed

“Must be hard never aging. You can do what you want to who you want, then skip town when things get hard”

Greeeeeat. Here they went again

“Yep. Being a bloodsucker will do that. No cares. No responsibility. No growing older than looking like jail bait, oh let me count the ways that this isn’t a great life”

“You’ve never taken anything seriously, have you. You’ve always had everything you wanted handed to you”

Lance bit down a groan. Goading his brother would only upset Mami

“Yep. Had my boyfriend delivered to my house. Only cost me a hole in the wall and a new coffee table”

Luis couldn’t admit he was to blame for bringing Keith into Lance’s life. His brother clenching his hands into fists... like that was supposed to scare him or something. His Mami started coughing again, and Lance kicked himself for being petty. Luis just knew how to get under his skin and push all the wrong buttons

“The new coffee table is nicer”

Lance smiled at his boyfriend over his shoulder, Keith smiling back. Thank god for Keith changing topic

“I know right. The new toaster is pretty sweet too. Curtis hasn’t killed it, so that’s nice”

“It must be a nice life not working for everything”

Nope... he wasn’t going to take the bait... And Luis could go jump for making Keith’s happiness shift like that. His boyfriend didn’t deserve to put up with Luis

“Don’t talk about your brother like that. He was in court not that long ago”

Damn. Mami had had enough. Wiping her lips again, her coughing fell between her words

“It’s okay, Mami. It was just a custody and restraining order thingo. All sorted now. Mum got full custody and the dad got his arse handed to him by the judge”

“There you go again, making a joke about those people’s lives”

Lance rolled his eyes mentally. If the father could put down the bottle and straighten himself, and maybe not threaten his ex, then they wouldn’t have ended up in court

“Look. I don’t know why we have to be like this when we’re all here to see Mami. I’m tired of fighting with you. I love Mami. I’m here for Mami. Can we stop fighting?”

“And now you’re weaselling your way out”

Lance sighed. He wanted more time with his Mami, but this was only going to stress her out when she didn’t need it

“Keith and I are headed out to lunch, is there anything you’d like us to bring back?”

“Just some soap, dear. And something to read, if you don’t mind. I don’t want you going out your way for me”

“Mami, I could walk around the whole planet to see you, and that still wouldn’t be an inconvenience. I love you, and I’ll be back after lunch”

The hug goodbye he gave his Mami, really drove home how frail she was at the moment. He was terrified of squeezing her too hard, but he really didn’t want to let go of her, despite the fact he was trying to look all adult and responsible. Mami wanted a hug from Keith, who obliged, barely holding her because his poor boyfriend didn’t know how good a hug from a mother could be

“I’ll take care of him”

“I know you will. He’s got a good one in you”

Keith blushed, and Lance’s mood picked up for all long enough to leave the room.

Then Luis followed them out.

Lance didn’t need to turn around to know his brother was standing behind them. Counting to ten, he turned to face him

“Do you need us to pick you up something too?”

“I can see what you’re doing. It’s disgusting playing on Mami’s guilt like that”

“Look, Luis. Ya hate me and I know it. I ruined our whole family by being turned. I know. I watched it all happen. I heard every single damn fight. I begged god to kill me off when trying didn’t do anything. Mami is sick. Mami is sick and we’re all fucking scared that this could be it. We all love her. We’re all worried about her. I know you hate me, but I still care about you. I’ve always cared about you. You were my big brother and like the coolest person I knew when I was a kid. We’re past all that now. I’m the nasty family secret. But I have never, ever, wanted to harm any of you. I know having brother with PTS ruined things. I know I scared the fuck out of you with my fangs and fucked up face. But this isn’t about us. This is about our mother. She’s not well. I think she’s picked up another UTI too. So while you hate me, I’m going to use my energy trying to be there instead of sharing that feeling. I’m done with you making me feel like this”

Luis looked furious, switching to Spanish so Keith couldn’t understand

“You think you have everyone fooled, but I know you. You can’t be trusted. You bring pain to everyone you know. You lie to them. Manipulate them. Then throw them aside. I won’t let you do that to her. She’s pretended she’s loved you all this time, but you have no idea what she’s gone through because of you. What she’s had to sacrifice for you”

“I know. I know all of it. And Mami knows I know. I’ve always been your dumb kid brother, no matter how little I mean to you now. I loved you Luis. I loved all of you. I’ve never stopped. I won’t hurt you, so can’t we get along? Even Lisa isn’t laughing anymore”

“You scarred our fucking kids. You and those fangs. Stop pretending you’re something you’re not. You’re not human and God has no love in his heart for your type”

Keith took his hand

“I don’t know what you two are saying, but we’re going. We’re here for Miriam. I don’t know how two brothers can be like this... My brother is an arsehole and he’s done some messed up shit, but I love him. I could never treat him like this. If you keep this up, Miriam will die with none of this being fixed”

Keith made himself a target of Luis’s rage

“What do you know? You’re dating a monster. You’re as sick as he is”

“Don’t you dare turn this on Keith. He’s human. He’s not like me. He was supposed to kill me and after everything he’s lost at the hands of vampires God knows he still deserves to. Vampires, witches, werewolves and demons all exist. And how many of do you think want to be this way. I was attacked. I was tortured. I screamed for someone to help and they never came. I’m stuck in this limbo watching everyone I love grow old and die. Leaving behind friends. Moving and changing my name. I’m sick of it. I never dated. I never felt allowed. I let you drive me away because I know what I am. Keith isn’t like me and I won’t stand for you standing there bullying him because your hearts racing with fear. Never have I told Mami what you did. And I intend to keep that secret for the rest of my life. Even my 22 year old friend has more brains and tact in her little gremlin fingers than you do in that head of yours. Now go back to Mami. She’s worried we’re out here fighting”

Lance considered the conversation done. He hadn’t cried and he hadn’t yelled. He was just so done with this. Fucking Luis. God. He wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he saw sense. This wasn’t about them. This was what’s happened with Papi all over again. He’d never been able to say everything he’d wanted to tell him towards the end. Kept on the outside until it was too late... The things left unsaid were always the hardest. Tugging Keith, Keith insisted on being a good boyfriend. Wrapping his arm around him, he kissed Lance’s hair

“I’ve got you. Let’s get out of here”

*

Lance was off in space. Keith didn’t know where to take him so they could talk. He wanted to take him to the apartment, but Lance would protest over Shiro “not wanting him there”. There wasn’t a whole lot of places he knew around town for this kind of conversation... So maybe it was for the best that Lance was driving and he was keeping his mouth shut, offering support silently by was of his hand resting on Lance’s thigh as he drove.

Pulling into the underground parking of the shopping centre above, Lance remained silent until he finally cut the engine. Letting out a long groan, his boyfriend slumped forward to hug the steering wheel

“I know. I know I shouldn’t provoke him. I know it and I do it and then this shit happens”

“Lance...”

Keith wasn’t quite sure what to say. He’d never really talked to old people and Miriam was not old only but sick. Her memory not working as they repeated pretty much the same conversation

“It’s okay. I know. You’re wondering what to say right now. It’s just... god. God knows I get it. But Luis has no idea how much I want to be a normal human”

“He’s a dick”

“Kind of. Maybe. Okay, yeah. But he’s my brother... I’m so tired of fighting. It’s like, what does he want from me? To bare my god ugly teeth so he can scream “Monster!” at the top of his lungs? And where does he get off judging you? He doesn’t even know you! You’re like the best dude out there, and he’s all like... ugh. Argh! I’m sick of this”

Keith undid both their belts, sliding over to wrap his arm around Lance

“Don’t let him do this to you”

“I can’t help it. I hate that it hurts Mami. And you. Today was bit over your head wasn’t it? Mami’s memory is a bit... so we have the same conversations again and again. I really do think she’s got another UTI. Then again, she’s sick... Anyway... I guess we’re getting lunch. Thanks for putting up with me... and everyone at breakfast”

Keith had enjoyed breakfast. He’d gotten to learn more about pretty much everyone there. He wasn’t sure he’d enjoyed Pidge and Hunk climbing into bed with them, but breakfast was fun

“Breakfast was fun. It was nice feeling included”

“That’s because we all like having you around, idiot”

Keith didn’t think he deserved being called an idiot, but Lance’s version of idiot didn’t always mean what everyone else meant. Yeah, he had next to no social skills, but being with the others he found he didn’t need to, they just... seemed to accept him

“I’m not the idiot. You’re the one who chased the cat for pats”

Lance sighed at him

“It was a cute cat. So fluffy... Blue would be disgusted”

“She wouldn’t like you cheating on her with other cats”

“Luckily this was before her. My poor princess. Her whole house has been invaded. I should get her some treats for being such a bad parent”

Seeing he was dating Lance, Keith guessed that kind of also made him a “cat dad”. He loved Blue, secretly jealous when she’d make a fuss of Matt or Curtis, because he’d never gotten to have a pet of his own. He, Shiro, and Adam, proved hopeless. They’d had goldfish for all of three weeks before they’d turned belly up and Adam had flushed them down the toilet

“I don’t think she cares as long as she gets her wet food”

“That’s true. If she had opposable thumbs I’d be useless. Still, she’s my baby”

Keith knew that, even before Lance had spammed him with photos of Blue and “her precious toe beans”

“I know. Maybe we could find something for her together”

Lance tilted his head to look at him, glasses skewed by the angle

“I’d like that. I know you’re not keen on shopping, but this place has the soap Mami likes best. She probably doesn’t need it, but extra won’t hurt anyone”

“I don’t see the point of walking up and down each isle. It’s like, go in, get what you need, then get out”

Lance smiled at him, and Keith’s heart gave a flip

“Remind me not to bring you when I go with Hunk and Pidge. Pidge likes touching everything, and Hunk can never make his mind up”

“Shiro makes puns. The worst puns you’ve ever heard”

“There’s no such thing as a bad pun”

“He bought a vampire bobble head for our car because we’re dating”

Lance snorted

“I kind of want to see that now. So we’ll go in, get the soap, get some lunch, then hit up the pet store? And you’ll tell me if this gets too much?”

“I should be saying that to you with your super senses”

“It’s fine. I know that it’s only for a short while and when someone’s with me, I can focus on them. Which means you have my full attention”

Keith felt himself blush. Having Lance’s attention sounded awfully like a date, but this wasn’t a date

“Don’t say it like that”

“Why not? It’s true”

Keith wasn’t sure if he wanted his first date to be a shopping trip. Maybe if thought of it as a practice run for the real thing... What if Lance thought this was a date? Nah... His boyfriend would have called it that to begin with

“Just don’t. You ready?”

“As ready as one of two men casually going shopping can be”

Keith opened his mouth, before promptly shutting it. Sometimes it was like Lance was in his head

“Keith, I’m teasing you. It’s okay”

“Shut up. I’m not used to this”

“I know. Let’s go”

*

This wasn’t a date. This was not a date. Not at all... unfortunately. Keith was the perfect distraction as they shopped, and fuck if Lance wasn’t kicking himself for reassuring Keith this wasn’t a date. Sure. He had huge plans for the first time they went on a date. He knew where he wanted to Keith, what he wanted to show him, how he’d surprise him with a hotel room at the end of the night, not for sex stuff but for cuddles and room service in bed... but this not date... was kind of a perfect dry run for the real thing. Like how they’d gone on Hunk’s practice date with Shay.

Buying soap for Mami, and the guest bathroom, and a few other things that Lance thought Shay and Rieva might appreciate, they’d ended up in the food court... being ridiculous. Snagging one of the too few booths, Keith was to blame. Lance had felt like sushi until Keith had bought himself a burger... with wedges that were begging to be be shared. Keith didn’t want to share. Lance didn’t want to buy his own when Keith’s were right there... His sushi looked sad in comparison. Stealing a wedge, his boyfriend glared. Stealing a second one, he moved it away, Lance “forced” to reach past him. The hunter was totally hinting he needed to be hugged into cooperation. Clinging to Keith, Keith tried to ignore him until Lance slung his leg over his boyfriend’s legs. Groaning at him, Keith finally gave in, stabbing Lance in the nose as he tried to feed him a wedge without turning to face him in defeat.

So yeah. They were definitely being that gross couple. When Lance had to throw lunch back up, Keith kept watch on the bathroom door for him. His boyfriend even kissed him when he finally emerged, regretting his choice of wedges and sushi. Sure, the kiss was on the cheek, but Lance damn near swooned on the spot. He wanted to kiss him more, but that’d have to wait until they were home again. Keith’s touch was like a drug to his body. A spark of life that soothed him, no matter the situation. He wanted to fool around with him more. He wanted to touch him more, but they couldn’t do that at home without an audience. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he didn’t want to keep waiting to take that next step. People did dumb things when they were in love, and Lance was fast falling head over heels for Keith. Not that he’d tell him. Forcing Keith into his mess of feelings wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to nurture and grow this thing between them... but it was hard when he could still remember the last time they’d been intimate so vividly. He was ashamed of how good Keith made him feel. He wasn’t sure he would have protested if Keith had slipped and something more had happened. Yeah. He was stupid and he knew it. He wanted that first time to be special, and with Keith, he knew it would be. Spacing out in his thoughts, he’d come back to reality when Keith tried to wipe his mouth for him. He might be stupid, but his boyfriend was an idiot.

Not for the first time that day did their good mood slip. This time it happened in the pet store. Looking at collars for Blue, Lance found he was watching Keith more out of the corner of his eye, than he was at the actual collars. He knew Keith had a shit childhood, but he hadn’t thought about the fact he’d probably never grown up with a pet. In the crowded store, he couldn’t reach out and kiss Keith until he felt better. Instead he followed his gaze to the display box where the puppies were. Despite the countless number of kids, that Lance personally thought should be in school even if it was the weekend, there was this one puppy no one was paying any attention to. He might have mentally referred to Keith a big dog himself, but Lance could see how the neglected pup was something Keith could see himself in

“Wanna go say hi?”

Keith jumped, Lance hadn’t meant to scare him

“No... it’s okay”

“You’ve never had a pet, have you?”

“We had goldfish for a bit, but they died. A couple of homes had dogs... but kids would get jealous”

“Let’s go say hi. I won’t even tell Blue you were fawning over a puppy”

“I’m not fawning over it”

Keith grumbled, crossing his arms as he glared at the floor. Wrong choice of words on Lance’s behalf. Everyone loved puppies, there was nothing to be embarrassed over

“Sorry. I mean... If you want to look at the puppies, I won’t judge... I’m making this worse. I’m sorry. I’m just saying that puppies are cute. I’m going to grab some catnip treats for Blue”

Separating from Keith, Keith wandered around seemingly lost until he ended up near the puppies. The same little puppy was trying to get Keith’s attention, Keith wanted to give in. Lance could see he wanted to give in. The puppy was as drawn to Keith, as Keith was to the little longer with big paws. He was caving. He was caving and he knew it was a terrible idea... but all the puppies and kittens were rescues. Maybe if Keith could cuddle the puppy, both of them would be happier. Yep. He was about to do something very stupid.

sweetener - [six]

Look At Me Now

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count: 3346

Warnings: swearing, sushi, softness

A/N: hello! this part was so much fun to write so i hope you guys like it! lemme know what you think. the title for this chapter is a reference to All Time Low - For Baltimore which kinda fits this chapter perfectly so I recommend listening to that (I’m on such an ATL hype lately it feels like 2010 in my house). p.s. shoutout to @starksparker for the moon story lmao

Updates Sunday nights

You're really fucking cute when you laugh. You're even cuter, Tom thought, when you're laughing at something he said.

Was that a bit egotistical? Perhaps. Perhaps he was a little biased, but he was pretty sure it was true. He was staring, he knew he was, but he couldn't bring himself to look away just yet. Your eyes were closed anyway, screwed shut as you leaned back in your seat, cackling with laughter. As the evening had gone on your laugh had gotten louder, and maybe it was the wine or maybe it was just because you were more relaxed (and maybe one had impacted the other), but what started as a polite giggle had grown into a chuckle, into a chortle that seemed to take you by surprise, and now into an outright cackle. Tom was laughing too, obviously, but he was holding back to make sure he didn't miss anything, make sure his guffaw didn't drown out your giggles.

You started to compose yourself then, so he looked away, looking down at his cider and bringing the bottle up to his lips.

"Okay, okay," you leaned forwards, resting your elbow on the table and your chin on your palm, fingers curling around your jaw. "So he actually thought that each country has its own moon?"

"Yes."

"Like, the moon we see is a different moon to the one they see in the US?"

"Yep."

"Wowww..."

Tom felt a little bad about using his brother's stupidity for his own gain, but only fleetingly - it was his right as an older brother, surely?

"So d'you have any other siblings or is it just the two of you?"

You sank back in your seat again, more relaxed now, running your fingers along the stem of your wine glass as you talked. You'd already been over your family tree, anecdotes and Fun Facts thrown in along the way.

"Yeah, no um, he's a twin so there's those two and then Paddy's the youngest."

"Oh cool, twins. Are they identical?"

"Nah," Tom shook his head. "Both boys but not identical. They were pretty similar when they were little but not really any more."

"Ah okay. All caucasian babies look very similar to be fair." you shrugged, the corner of your lips curving up as you spoke.

"True." Tom chuckled, nodding.

There was a brief pause as you both drank, the chatter of the other people in the bar filling the silence. It was relatively busy, but not so much so that you couldn't hear one another speak.

"Four boys though - Jesus, your poor mother."

"Yeah," Tom smiled as he set his bottle back down. "Our house is, uh, loud, to say the least. Until a couple of years ago there was always at least one broken bone in the house. Mum still sends a Christmas card to the Minor Injuries Unit at Queen Mary's."

You snorted into your wine at that, spluttering, and okay, maybe it wasn't exactly pretty but Tom decided it was definitely the cutest you've looked all evening. Which was saying something, because he was starting to think you always looked cute.

"Don't make me laugh when I'm drinking!"

"Sorry!" He lied, he wasn't sorry at all. "She does though!"

You coughed a little as you composed yourself, still smiling as you set your glass down. Which, Tom noted, was almost empty.

"D'you want another drink?"

"Not yet," you shook your head. "I'm gonna pop to the loo, actually."

"Oh, cool."

Tom watched you hoist your handbag over your shoulder as you stood up, following you with his eyes until you disappeared down a corridor towards the ladies, and he couldn't help but grin to himself at how well the evening was going. It was a little awkward at first, obviously, but only a little. He was saved from that kind of weird interaction of "do we hug? What's the protocol here?" when you first arrived because it was pouring with rain outside, so you were busy shaking out your umbrella anyway. Plus, the weather gave you something to talk about at first, which led to you telling him about how you really needed to get the hole in your boots fixed. You always forgot until it was raining and your toes got soaked, but you were kind of waiting until you went home for Christmas anyway because the cobblers where you lived had a dog that hung out in the shop and you wanted to have an excuse to see how he was doing. That led to him telling you about his dog, and it just kind of went from there, conversation pausing only to order drinks and pick a table to sit at. You'd laughed and aww'd at all the appropriate times when he told you how he'd saved up his wages from his first job the summer after GCSEs to buy a puppy without telling his parents, and were suitably enamored when he showed you photos, whining "oh my God I love her, what an angel" (which, in his opinion, is the only acceptable reaction to Tess). He'd almost choked on his drink when you did a startlingly accurate impression of Harrison, and by the time you were onto the next round all awkwardness and anxiety had melted way.

Tom almost felt stupid - no, he did feel stupid - for how much he'd umm'd and ahh'd about you the previous week, how much time he'd spent whining when he could have been hanging out with you. The thing was, it wasn't that he couldn't talk to girls, or that he didn't know how to flirt, he just struggled to know when to do it. It was fine at work, say - he could make off-hand comments and fire cheeky grins at every other customer, because then there was a barrier between them. It wasn't real, not really. It didn't matter if they liked him or not, it wasn't going to go anywhere and it wasn't supposed to go anywhere. It was just easy. And he knew how to be someone's boyfriend - he was quite good at it, if he did say so himself - it was just the bit in between that vexed him. Past casual flirting, once it got to the "wait do you actually like me? Do I like you?" stage, he lost his footing and got completely thrown off. It'd been so long since he'd actually started a relationship with someone, and last time he didn't even really start it, it just sort of happened, and now he couldn't help but second guess his every move. He hated it, hated how uncertain it made him. He wasn't used to it, and he supposed that was what made it all the more unsettling, like he didn't even know what to do about not knowing what to do.

That all changed though, when that little red (1) badge popped up on his phone next to the Snapchat icon. Once he'd gotten over the initial shock of receiving a photo of you in your underwear, it was like something clicked inside his brain. That couldn't be misconstrued, right? You wouldn't have sent him that if you weren't into him, right? After that, it was all so much easier. He could relax and, as Harrison so helpfully suggested, just do it. He still agonised over what to send back, of course he did, lifting his t-shirt up enough to show a hint of the muscles he worked so hard for and then deciding to just take his t-shirt off altogether (as though that made him look like any less of a dickhead), but after that it was fine. He hadn't even realised how long you'd been texting until you said you were going to sleep, and he decided if he couldn't carry on talking to you right then, he had to ask you on an actual date. A first date? He wasn't sure if the library counted. Probably not. Anyway, this, he was fairly sure, counted as a date.

Tom was snapped out of his thoughts when you set your bag down on the table, so caught up in his own head that he didn't notice you walking back over. Shame, he thought, a missed opportunity to look at you fully.

"Have you eaten?"

You sat down as you spoke, wiggling your skirt down into place. A deep maroon colour, it sat perfectly on your waist, skimming over your hips and stopped at the tops of your thighs. Opaque black tights covered your legs, an off-white blouse tucked into your skirt and heeled ankle boots on your feet.

"Not really," Tom shook his head. "Had a Rustlers at lunch but I don't think that really counts as food."

"No," you laughed. "I'm pretty sure there's no meat at all in a Rustlers burger. Um, there's a Japanese place 'round the corner that I've heard's good, if you wanted to..."

"Sure, yeah." He nodded enthusiastically as you trailed off, picking up his drink to finish off the last bit.

You downed the last mouthful of your wine, smacking your lips together as you stood up. Pulling on your coats, you both headed for the door.

"Think it's stopped raining, thank God."

Tom held the door open for you, smiling when you thanked him. You were right, it had stopped raining, so your wet umbrella, no longer required, dangled from your left hand. Unfortunately, Tom didn't clock that until he was already on your left side, falling into step beside you. If he had, he would have gone to your other side, because he kind of really wanted to hold your hand. Sigh.

"So is this place like sushi or noodles, or what?" he nodded in the direction you were leading him, which he assumed was towards the restaurant.

"Both, I think? You can order proper dishes but they've got a conveyor belt that goes around with little sushi plates on that you just like, take what you want."

Your eyes lit up and you grinned as you talked, the prospect clearly like being a kid in a candy shop to you. It was very cute, and Tom was really kicking himself that he wasn't walking on your right so he could squeeze your hand as it swung about excitedly.

"That's just asking for trouble."

You shrugged. "Instant gratification. Works for me. It's this way."

You pointed to your left, rounding the corner at the end of the block. You turned before him, knowing where you were going while he was just following you, so he fell a step behind. Perfect.

"Oh I see," he sighed, falling back in line with you, only on your right side. "You're high maintenance."

"I'm no-" you gasped, affronted, cutting off when you turned to your left and he wasn't there. You looked over your shoulder before twisting back around to look to your right, rolling your eyes playfully when he started laughing. "That really confused me for some reason, I was like 'where the fuck has he gone?'"

"Too much wine on an empty stomach?"

Tom glanced down at your hand, preparing to reach out and link his fingers through yours - only to find that you'd swapped your umbrella to that hand, your left now free. What the fuck?

"Probably. But no, I'm not high maintenance, I just...I like getting what I want - but doesn't everybody?"

He couldn't really argue with that, so he just shrugged. "Fair enough."

"And right now," you said as you slowed down in front of the restaurant. "What I want is sticky rice and California Rolls."

Perhaps it was unwise to let you sit next to the conveyor, picking things off with a wide-eyed 'oooh' every few minutes. It seemed to make you happy though, so Tom could hardly complain, though he did almost choke on his water when the waitress added up all the plates and gave you your total bill.

"Whoops," you murmured under your breath, biting your lip sheepishly.

Looking up from reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket to see you pulling your purse out from your bag, Tom shook his head vehemently. You'd bought a round each at the bar, though he'd tried to pay for both, but this time he was putting his foot down.

"I'll get it, it's fine."

(It wasn't fine, he was about to go into his overdraft and there were still two weeks left until Christmas break, but you didn't need to know that.)

"No honestly, I ate way more than you did."

He scrunched up his face at that, tilting his head. "I really don't think you did."

The waitress snickered, watching the two of you argue.

"Split it? I'm not letting you pay for my lack of self-control."

"Fine," he sighed exaggeratedly, rolling his eyes. It was clear you weren't going to give in.

You smiled, satisfied, and handed your bank card to the waitress triumphantly.

The bill settled, Tom excused himself to the bathroom before you left. Looking at himself in the mirror, he readjusted the collar of his pale blue shirt, smoothing out the white t-shirt he had on underneath. It was warm in the restaurant, so he'd left his leather jacket discarded on the back of his chair, his arms exposed by the short sleeves of his shirt. Normally he would have rolled them up a bit, but it made his arms look lumpy when he had the jacket on, so he'd left them down. Probably for the best, Adam says it makes him look like a prick when he does that.

After a cursory glance around the bathroom to check he was alone, he gave his armpits a quick sniff - all good - fixed his hair, and leaned in close to the mirror to check that the spot on his chin was definitely still gone and hadn't reappeared since he left the house. On checking his teeth for any rogue bits of seaweed - again, all good - it occurred to him that he'd just eaten rather a lot of seafood, and he really really hoped he had some gum. As luck would have it he did, one piece left in a crumpled wrapper in the back pocket of his jeans. He chomped quickly, aggressively, trying to get the mintiness in contact with as much of his mouth as possible, before tossing it into the bin on top of the paper towel he used to dry his hands. Not wanting to be in there too long in case you thought he was having a shit, Tom left the bathroom after one last look in the mirror, ruffling his hair to make sure it didn't look too done.

When he got back to the table you had your coat on ready to go, your legs swinging off the edge of your seat while you sucked on mint happily. You offered him the other one off the tray that had come with the bill, putting it into your handbag when he declined.

"Shall we?"

He didn't really know what he meant by that, but it's just what you say isn't it. Thankfully you didn't question him for specifics, just nodding and getting to your feet once he had his jacket on. Over the last hour or so your umbrella had dried sufficiently for you to put it away in your bag, Tom noted, both of your hands wonderfully free by your sides. He opened the door for you again, and you waited while he stood there holding it open for an elderly man to shuffle past into the restaurant without so much as a glance at Tom. He frowned as the man passed, but didn't say anything, holding the door open until he was fully over the threshold - obviously, he wasn't going to drop the door on him. You were watching the man too, murmuring 'you're welcome' once it was clear he wasn't going to say thank you. That sort of thing would normally have annoyed Tom, because really there's no excuse for bad manners, but just then he didn't really care, because you smiled as you looked back over your shoulder at him, and he slipped his hand into yours when he came level with you. You bit your lip, but he could see out of the corner of his eye that you were smiling almost as wide as he was.

You walked hand in hand back the way you had come, towards the center of town where the buses went from, a comfortable silence between you as the wind whipped around your bodies.

"You getting the bus home?" you asked as a bus stand came into view.

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "You?"

"Nah I'll get a taxi, bus that goes to mine stops at ten."

Tom looked at his watch, surprised to see it was well past half-ten.

"Shit, sorry, you should have said I-"

"No no," you cut him off, shaking your head with a soft smile. "It's fine, I was having fun, y'know."

You were approaching the bus stop by then, and he was about to say he had fun too, until he saw his bus go past out of the corner of his eye.

"I think that was my bus."

Real smooth.

"Oh."

"They're like, every fifteen minutes though." He checked the live departure board, even though he knew there'd be another one soon, but he could feel you looking at him so he had to do something. "Yeah, due in thirteen minutes."

"Cool." You nodded when he glanced at you. "Should we-" you gestured to the bench under the shelter "-I don't mind waiting."

You dropped his hand as you both sat down, crossing your legs towards him and tugging your skirt down a bit.

"Thanks. But yeah, I, uh, I had fun too."

Your tongue flicked out over your lips, pulling the bottom one between your teeth as you smiled. You must have put lipgloss or something on while he was in the bathroom at the restaurant, because your lips were glistening, little flecks of glitter making them look so plump, so inviting...

"Ahhh-"

A gust of wind blew through the bus shelter, pushing your hair across your face. You brushed it away, but a strand or two stayed stuck to your lips, clearly as drawn to them as he was. Muttering under your breath, you tried to pull them away, but couldn't quite get them.

Cute. Too cute.

Tom chuckled, reaching out and pulling the hairs aside, tucking them behind your ear. His fingers grazed over your cold cheek, and he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity really, so he cupped your jaw instead of dropping his hand back into his lap.

"Thanks," you breathed, and Tom felt more than saw your lips move, because they were right under his, your warmth breath ghosting across them before they connected.

It was different than before - last time was just a peck, really, closed-lipped and chaste. This was more, your lips parting slightly and working with his own. He went to pull back after a moment, but your hand on his thigh stopped him, made him move his hand from your jaw down to the back of your neck. You leaned into him, your lips prising his further apart until your tongue slipped delicately into his mouth. You tasted minty and sweet and vaguely like vanilla - which was ironic, Tom thought.

Or he would have, if he'd been thinking at all, and not entirely consumed with how you were kissing him and how your hand was gently squeezing his thigh and then, oh, you pulled away.

You laughed breathily, your hair whipping against his hand as another blast of wind blustered through. Tom swallowed, glancing between your eyes, down to your lips, and back to your eyes, and all he could think was that he really didn't want to stop kissing you.

"Is this-"

He didn't even get to say "okay?" before you were humming against his lips. He laughed into the kiss, feeling you smiling back.

"Cool."

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Kdramas I’ve watched (part 1)

Hello! This is my first post ever! I wanted to create a list of kdramas that I’ve watched, and what I would rate them. I hope you enjoy this list and maybe find some shows to watch!

The Producers (2015)

13 episodes

Synopsis: “A tireless group of young TV producers and a pop star work around the clock in the entertainment department of a major network” (Wikipedia). The show revolves around Seung-Chan (Kim Soo Hyun), a young man who begins his career for the KBS televisions network. He struggles to get along with his boss, Joon-mo (cha Tae-Hyun), who also happens to be a long time friend of Seung-Chan’s work crush, the music program producer Ye-Jin (Kang Hyo-Jin). Cindy (IU) a k-pop idol who has become rude, selfish, and narcissistic to protect herself from her adoptive mother/CEO and the constant stream of hate she receives meets Seung-Chan during a music show and begins to fall for him. Will Seung-Chan end up with Ye-Jin or Cindy?

Rating: 7/10

This was the first Kdrama I watched, and it was only because of my love for IU. Watching the show for IU quickly turned into watching the show for the plot and character development in general, especially Cindy’s and Ye-Jin’s. This show had plenty of funny, badass, heartfelt, and frustrating moments that always kept me interested. I especially liked watching the interactions between Cindy and her manager! I wasn’t a huge fan of the sort of love triangle between the three producers, but it wasn’t over-the top or annoying.

Oh My Ghostess (2016)

16 episodes

Synopsis: “Timid Na Bong Sun gets possessed by the ghost of a confident young woman who seeks to solve her unfinished business by hooking up with Bong Sun's boss, famous chef Kang Sun Woo.” (Wikipedia)

Rating: 10/10

This is definitely a must see if you enjoy kdramas, especially ones that have lots of romance along with supernatural elements (and a bit of mystery)! I loved the character development of Bong Sun, going from an incredibly introverted girl who was terrified of the ghost she could see to being a talkative woman who refused to run away from her problems. The chemistry between the two leads was amazing, Kim Seulgi did a great job of playing a feisty and headstrong ghost, the chefs were hilarious to watch, and the plot of a murderer who had been possessed for years was interesting. I have zero bad things to say about this show, it’s too good.

You’re the Best! Lee Soon Shin (2013)

50 episodes

Synopsis: “Lee Soon Shin (IU) goes through hardships after the death of her father. Soon Shin and her mother struggle to find happiness. Her love story continues in the mist of ups and downs of her life. Lee Soon Shin is the youngest member of a successful family. Despite her family′s successes, however, she seems to have failed to inherit any talent, and is marked as an oddball though she remains a bright, lively and courageous girl. She then meets the head of an agency named Shin Joon Ho (Jo Jung-Suk), and he turns her life around. Shin Joon Ho is a confident, cold and competitive man who changes later after he begins to understand the real meaning of success through Lee Soon Shin” (my drama list).

Rating: 5/10

This is another show I watched because of IU. It was incredibly hard to pay attention to a show that had 50 1-hour long episodes, so honestly I skipped through most of the parts that didn’t involve Soon-Shin. Yoo In-na plays one of Soon-Shin’s sisters in the show, but I didn’t particularly like her role. This show revolves around Soon-Shin being conned right around the time her father dies, and then actually becoming an actress with the help of CEO Shin Joon-Ho. She gains attention and eventually discovers that she was adopted and that her real mother is a popular actress who works under the same company. This whole show is very dramatic but has good intentions. I’m not a fan of the length of the show and I wasn’t really interested in most of the characters, but there were lots of lighthearted moments and I really liked seeing the relationship develop between Soon-Shin and the CEO.

Guardian: The Lonely and Great God (2016-2017)

16 episodes

Synopsis: “In ancient times, Kim Shin (Gong Yoo) is an unbeatable general in wars, but the young King (Kim Min-Jae) is jealous of Kim Shin and kills him. Kim Shin becomes Dokkaebi (Goblin), possessing an immortal life. At first he thinks that he is blessed, but he realizes that he is cursed. Closer to the present day, Kim Shin has waited 900 years for a human bride to end his immortal life. One night, he saves a dying pregnant woman (Park Hee-Von) who is destined to die. Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper (Lee Dong-Wook) is unable to find the dead pregnant woman. The woman gives birth to a baby girl named Ji Eun-Tak (later played by Kim Go-Eun). In the present day, Eun-Tak is a high school student. She still sees ghosts and hears their whisper of “Dokkaebi’s bride.” On her birthday, Eun-Tak sits by the sea with a lighted birthday cake. At that time, Kim Shin suddenly appears in front of her. Kim Shin does not know why, but he can hear her voice and appears in front of her against his will. Coincidentally, Kim Shin lives with the Grim Reaper at the same house. Eun-Tak and Kim Shin slowly get to know each other, and Eun-Tak soon figures out that he is the Goblin and she is his bride”(Asianwiki).

Rating: 10/10

This is another show that you NEED to watch if you’re getting into Kdramas. The concept of the show was very unique, and the entire cast consists of talented actors who pulled off their characters incredibly well. The romance between the two leads is great, the romance between the second leads is great, literally everything about this show is wonderful- there’s even some straight up bromance between the Grim reaper and the Goblin. I loved how they tied everything back to past lives and the consequences of each person’s actions. The ending is incredibly sad and I most definitely cried several times throughout the show.

Abyss (2019)

16 episodes

“Go Se-yeon is a beautiful prosecution lawyer at the top of her game, and Cha Min is her friend, an unattractive but rich heir to a cosmetics empire. They are both revived into different bodies by supernatural beings using an "Abyss" after their deaths in separate incidents. The "Abyss" is a celestial object which has the power to revive anything that has died; the reincarnated bodies take on the appearance of that person's soul. Go Se-yeon takes on a plainer appearance, whilst Cha Min becomes very attractive and young; virtually the opposite of before. They start working together to find out the reason for their revival and who caused Go Se-yeon's death” (Wikipedia).

Rating: 6/10

This show took me a really long time to finish watching. Like several months long. The plot seemed to fast paced at times and too slow at others, and it was overall fairly predictable. The concept was great but the portrayal was meh. Both leads were wonderful and did a great job of playing their characters, but the show was lacking in characters development and the development of romance between them. Honestly I don’t even remember how the show ended. I also didn’t really like Cha Mum’s girlfriend that much, her story didn’t intrigue me and she never really seemed to have any development, but maybe that’s just me.

I hope you enjoyed this! I really love kdramas but I didn’t really have anyone to talk to about them, so this is the next best thing. Most of these shows are frequently recommended, but I thought I’d just put out my own thoughts for the world to see. Peace out homies!

hey ! i’m rachel. i’m 20 - almost 21 ! - she / her pronouns, gmt timezone ( i live in ireland and spend like a week in england every month at this rate . u guys will get used to it ). a fun fact abt me is that i spoke to hugh jackman & gave him a wolverine pin rly recently . that’s all i got . anyway. i’m playing jellybean jones, the baby of the fp jones fam ! she’s my absolute KID and i would LOVE to plot , so please feel free to shoot me a message or smash that like button and i’ll come at you in the not so distant future. 

⌜   genderfluid, she / they / he   |   out of time by the rolling stones, the local record store, the pop culture fiend   ⌟   ⏤   hey, isn’t that FORSYTHIA PARTHENIA JONES? the NINETEEN year old SOUTH SIDER has lived in town for their WHOLE LIFE, and has always denied their resemblance to DIANA SILVERS. they’ve been a STUDENT & WAITRESS for a while now, and i guess it makes sense - they’ve always seemed so TENACIOUS & INDIVIDUALISTIC, though i have heard that they can be pretty GARRULOUS & ACERBIC. did you hear about how they SOLD JACKED CARS IN TOLEDO TO PUT THEMSELVES THROUGH COLLEGE? i always knew that there was something up with them. you can check out her pinterest board HERE and her stat page HERE.

you can CHANGE the world, girl,                                     you really, truly can.

part one of three : bullet point history. trigger warnings for talk of infant health issues.

august fifth, 2000. it was a sticky autumn night when FORSYTHIA PARTHENIA JONES entered the world with a pitiful cry. the only daughter of two south siders, gladys and fp, and the younger sister of a one jughead jones, she wasn’t born to MUCH ; which made all that she did have matter all the more. a mother and a father who loved her? check. an older brother she would someday idolize and love like no other in the world? double check. a small ventricular septal defect, discovered only after her birth? triple check.

forsythia was, it seemed, destined to be a sickly child. her first few months were dotted with trips to the emergency room and visits to a local doctor, something always seeming to be wrong. infant colic was ten times worse. she caught a chill when she was two weeks old and needed to spend a WEEK in the icu because of the resulting chest infection. the doctors who treated her at birth had been confident over time that the hole in her heart - jellybean shaped, on the very first ultrasound - would close by itself, as many do. hers, however, didn’t. as she got older, the effects became more pronounced. she kept catching chest infections. she couldn’t seem to put on weight. breathing was, at times, a struggle. and she was SLEEPIER than any baby they had ever known before. the original plan had been to wait and see and hope that her tiny heart healed on it’s own. at ten months old, it became apparent that this would never happen ; and the surgery was scheduled. 

your baby is supposed to be PERFECT. she isn’t supposed to take ill every few days and ultimately be wheeled into a room for open heart surgery. it was likely a very harrowing experience, and those first few months of her life were understandably marred - but if there had ever been any doubts before, it became clearer than day when she came out of surgery that the youngest jones was a FIGHTER, through and through. they’d been prepared for a month long wait to bring her home again - it ended up being a fortnight. she didn’t cry, after. she didn’t FUSS. it was as if she had known that the first little while had been tough, and was trying her hardest to make all of their lives that little bit easier. lord knew that the jones’ needed it, especially when the stress of all that was going on with her had combined with their bills. 

now affectionately named jellybean for the defect she had survived, she grew into a remarkably NORMAL child. there were differences, of course, between her and the kids that she grew up surrounded by - she required regular checkups, she needed to dress extra warmly in winter, and she always got that little bit more wiped out than everybody else - but anyone told the story behind the scar in the middle of her chest gaped in shock. the girl who swung from the lower boughs of the trees at the edge of sunnyside trailer park and sprinted after her friends at full speed had once had a hole in her heart? impossible. that sort of health issue was reserved for those with a lot less life in them than the high spirited girl that jellybean became known as being, and never once did she allow it to define her. she was a SPITFIRE, pure and simple, and she’s proud to say that never once did she let herself sit out of an experience just because she was worried about what would happen if she partook.

life was not all sunshine and adventure, though. not every child notices the cracks in their home life appearing. jellybean didn’t. not until the rug was pulled right from under her feet. to her wide eyed and rose colored self, everything seemed to happen overnight. one day, they were happy. the next, her dad was an alcoholic and she and her mum were in transit to toledo, where they would move in with stony faced grandparents who treated her with corporate coldness. she didn’t understand the why of it all - couldn’t have even hoped to, when she was still so young. the reality of her father losing his job and their lives going to shit thanks to it didn’t sink in. all she knew was that she had lost the father she idealized and the big brother that she had always wanted to BE. 

she spoke to them both on the phone, of course. she was even lucky to see jughead a couple times, though their grandparents never wanted to hear about it afterwards, no matter how excited she was. it must have been jarring for him the first time he turned up to find that the pigtailed little girl who loved kids pop that he remembered had sheared her hair and was now listening strictly to pink floyd and other classics. but none of it was the same. not really. it wasn’t having her family together. to say that her drastic transformation might have stemmed from a place of resentment towards whatever forces were at play in ruining her family - that starting to go by JB, so similar to the FP that her nana and granddad refused to allow be mentioned around them might’ve been an act of defiance - wouldn’t have been incorrect. she wanted things to go back to normal. the fact that they didn’t killed her.

and they never really did. she and her mom returned to riverdale, a new opportunity spotted, but things never went back to how they had been before. she learned not to talk about it, though - and now she’s older, wiser, and she knows how to hide her feelings behind an easy bluff. there’s nothing to do but make the most of what she does have, right? a new brother. a new life. a new self. she has to stop dwelling on what she used to have, she supposes ; though sometimes, it hurts to think about what she’s lost. 

part two of three : headcanons.

jellybean is gonna be a lawyer someday, but she NEVER really wanted to be one. her dream from ages 3 to 11, she wanted to be a princess. she overheard some of the older serpents sarcastically referring to the jones family as royalty, and she really chose to run with it - refusing to take off a makeshift crown for the first month and getting called princess jellybean by her father for the next few years. after that phase had passed, though, she found her real passion - and for most of living memory, she’s wanted to own a record store. nothing too extravagant, really, just a first floor, one room sorta deal - she’d plaster the walls with posters of the greats and keep the merchandise in crates resting on rickety tables, and every friday night she’d hold a jams night where people could come and lounge around the floor on beanie bags, listening to some of their favorites. she had it all planned, and it’s still something of a dream - but if there’s one thing that jones’ family knows how to do, it’s sacrifice their dreams for harsh reality. with penny peabody DISGRACED, the serpents and southsiders in general need someone who knows them to represent them, when things go to trial, and feeling a sense of duty to the people she was raised around, jb bit the bullet and stepped up. she’s got a love for arguing and a knack for winning, so much so that god HELP whoever goes against her in a courtroom, someday.

she has yet to officially join the serpents ( her parents wouldn’t approve of it, for one, not now, and there’s a whole host of OTHER reasons ) - but jb went right ahead and got a tattoo on her right hand anyway, cause as a jones, she’s still serpent adjacent. the only difference between the picture linked and the one she has is that hers is done in white ink - her way of keeping things lowkey while still honoring her heritage.

miss her with a motorbike. they’re COOL and all, but jb values her life a little bit too much to trust a two wheeled death trip waiting to happen. she’s more into classic cars, anyway, and has pretty recently invested in the frame of a 1979 pontiac gto from the scrapyard that she plans on fixing up to perfection.

her style is southside meets cute. of course she loves her leather and fishnet combos - but jb is ALSO a huge fan of dungarees and sloganed t-shirts in a whole assortment of colors. anything ‘edgy’ she wears ( big boots, mesh tops, the list .. could go on ) gets coupled with something a little less so ( pink scrunchies, colorful makeup, a disney bag … again, the list could go on ), and that makes her her.

and finally, for now, cause i’m not sure i’ve done a good job of conveying it - jellybean is a good kid. she REALLY, truly is. she’s got some bite to her ( enough of a short fuse that it’s advisable not to test her limit ) & wouldn’t be her fathers daughter if she DIDN’T, but she’s also genuinely sweet. being a serpent doesn’t equal being a bitch, and so long as people out there treat her with respect, she’ll do the SAME. jb doesn’t turn unless she’s given reason to … and if they do, she won’t hold back.

part three of three : wanted connections.

fp & gladys jones ! 

kids from the south ( or north ) side that are in or around the same age, who jellybean would have grown up with / went to school with !! they might have reconnected after she returned to riverdale and now know her as who she’s become, but they also might be people who she lost contact with for a LONG TIME and who never got to see her post transformation - any and all variance on this wc would be fun!

anyone attending carson college who she might, maybe, rub shoulders with !!  i’d love the most mundane of connections - maybe they sit with each other during lunch, or they help each other study, or one time, jb dropped a book on their head in the library and they’ve been friends / enemies since! gimme anything !

regulars at pops / the speakeasy. 

so .. she’s pretty self sufficient, and she’s paying her way in terms of college by working shifts at pops and picking up extras in the speakeasy. she’d know a lot of people from that, i’d wager, and i’m sure she has her favorites!

more people southside serpent adjacent who she can play off of !! one of jb’s goals in life is to become an OFFICIAL member of the gang, which she hasn’t yet - but she is something of a southside princess, and that means she’d know most of them in some way!

p much anything else !

❗️TW ~ SA, ED, SH❗️

So a few months ago I was sexually assaulted while swimming in the sea with my two younger brothers, I was 17 at the time. We were on holiday in a warm, sunny country and taking full advantage of the friendly faces, handed ice cream, treats and delicious new food. I have never been comfortable with my body and have struggled with different ED at differnt times throughout my teens, I also have OCD and a skin picking disorder, so confidence has never come easy to me. Although this summer was different, this summer I had recently come into a new relationship, got amazing grades and finally lived in a place I was proud of sureounded by friends. So as you can imagine any 17 year old would, I felt pretty good about myself. I started to wear swimming costumes again, unfazed by my SH scars and patches or raw skin, after a few years of hiding behind baggy t-shirts and hoodies. Myself and my two brothers were playing around on a float that was grounded in the shallows of the sea, a few men came over probably in their 20s-30s and started to use this, pretty big, float too; it was fine there was enough room for all of us! Then they began to join in with our game (our parents were watching/around) , they helped us climb up, we bounced eachother and because they were ‘men’ they were able to throw the float around a but while we were onboard which was quite fun! They asked us a few harmless questions like ‘are you on holiday?’ ‘do you go to school?’ ‘are you from london?’; These seemed like normal questions, other friends from other places asked these all the time, there was no threat. Until, one of these grown men offered to help my youngest brother and myself up onto the float; he passed up my brother up to the top while I genuinely and politely refused his help, I was fine, I could get up alone! After a few goes he seemed to give up but then his friend joined in an convinced me to take the help, Fine! Now because I have clearly disassociated myself from this scene I find it hard to exactly explain what happened, and I’m always scared to say stuff like ‘I think’ because I know people will tell me that I’m making it up, but here I go. He put his hands everywhere on my body that would make any girl extremely uncomfortable. Its too hard to go into anymore detail and feel wrong to publish that online for anyone to read. “I think”... he wouldve gone a lot further if I had not quickly, but with difficulty, moved away. I was in shock. Numb to feeling, disgusted by everything. I felt sick and sad. I came out of the water full of shame, like it was my own fault. I told my step-mum, and later told my whole family. NOTHING WAS DONE, THE MAN IS LIVING HIS LIFE LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED BECAUSE I DIDNT HAVE THE OPTION TO SPEAK UP. We were in a country that wouldnt have taken up the claim and the man was a stranger in a crowd. So to this day, this is my lonely story in a sea of ones simular. Girls go through this everyday and these monsters that prey, most likely get away with it.

Please tell more about these children please, also omg so many, (like my uncles and Tías) you two gonna get lots of gran-kids.-☆~=

ASkafkshfkashksf I didn’t think anyone would be interested in my babies oh my gosh thank you?? And yes ten is a lot of kids I will admit,, really they first came to life when Remy (my big sibling) told me they had a dream about me and Wade and our small army of children. (in their dream their was a lot more than ten but damn i don’t think I could handle that.) Okay here we go, Dadpool and co.

I’m gonna name them all from oldest to youngest;

Katherine, (16)

Vincent, (12)

Daniel, (11)

Pietro and Wanda, (the twins) (guess who their named after) (9)

Logan, (9)

Peter, (7)

Abigail, (6 1/2)

Lucy, (5)

Natasha. (3)

You probably noticed some familiar names in there, that’s because; one, I am not creative and two, I am very close with other people in the universe and I wanted to name my kids after them okay.

Kathrine is the oldest and is a stubborn hothead, (Wade would say “just like you!’ and I would hit him. Even if it’s true.) she’s a bookworm and loves astrology and anything to do with space. But she also is very interesting in fighting and is always asking Wade to ‘show her some moves’. Surprisingly I was for this idea and Wade was against, as Katherine was our first child she was like glass to him, he didn’t want anything to happen to her and he didn’t want her to be anything like him. (aahhh that hurts to write.) He gives in and teaches her some ‘advance’ self defense. So my baby is booksmart and street smart. She likes to enter school competitions and go on excursions like any normal kid, but she also likes to study or learn some more fighting techniques instead of meeting or making freidns with people her age. Since i’m very close with the avengers and the X-men she always finds ways to hang out with them whenever she can. Wade is always a little worried about her hanging out with all these ‘heroes’ because he thinks Katherine will realize her Dad isn’t as great as she thinks he is and she’ll want one of them to ‘be her new Dad’ or whatever else his crazy mind comes up with. (He’s wrong, Katherine has every little tiny piece of Deadpool merchandise, talks about her ‘amazing, awesome’ dad on her blog and too people at school, is ready to fight anyone who bad mouths her Dad and she always gets him #1 Dad cups. Also on her HANDMADE birthday cards she always makes sure he knows he’s her hero.) (My baby girl is aware of her Dads ever growing doubt and is just a very self aware, genius, amazing girl and I love her.) She’s a daddy’s girl, if you couldn’t tell. She also loves her siblings, very much, she will fight anyone who dares upset them and she’s the one they all run to at school if they need help.

Vincent is the second eldest, he’s very calm and laid-back; he likes to help people and if he weren’t so popular i’m sure he’d be called a teacher’s pet. His kind and welcoming nature naturally draws people to him, he has a lot of friends and discourages them from being jerks and is basically like a mini messiah teaching other little kids to be nice. (he’s so sweet I love my baby.) Vincent is very much a momma’s boy, he helps me around the house, he goes with me everytime I go shopping, he’s always showing me his work and is the kid to see me walk into school and yell at his friends, “THAT’S MY MUM!” before rushing up to hug me. He’s very affectionate, he’s also very soft, he dabbles in sports but he really has a passion for music. His favourite genre is classical and Wade and I got him a violin for his tenth birthday. He was so happy he put on a little concert for us the next night, he’s not the fastest learner and there were messed up chords here and there but we gave him a standing ovation naturally. (with hard work and determination my baby can now play some amazing songs that I do not know the name of because classical isn’t really my thing, but i’m so proud of him.) Vincent, like Katherine, I svery protective of his siblings. He looks up to Katherine and is always looking for his big sisters approval, (which she give more often than not.) He sticks close with Daniel, Logan and Peter. He protects Daniel from bullies and causes mischief with Logan and Peter. Daniel is a very shy, quiet boy; he likes to be around books and just out of sight from people if he can. (He has social anxiety and has had two panic attacks, both in school.) He was the quietest when he was a baby, and most cooperative. Wade is always saying that Daniel is too quiet to be our kid, as we’re both very loud and brash individuals; but then again Wade always says these kids are too beautiful to be his. (my husband needs to stop being so hard on himself I swear that man,,) Daniel has told us that some other kids have bothered him once or twice, (Wade was pulling out his katanas and I was getting ready to tear some parents heads off, but Katherine and Vincent are somehow more grown up than their parents and calmed us both down.) I did nearly tear the principals head off though, Wade managed to find out who the kids were and they got suspended. (And the parents got the shit scared out of them by my amazingly intimidating husband, I love him so much.) Daniel is very interested in flowers and animals, he can name a lot of flowers off the top of his head and their meaning and has listed a lot of different butterflies, my children are geniuses what the heck. He’s very attached to Katherine and Vincent as they’re his big siblings and they have been there at time Wade and I weren’t able to be.  Logan teases Daniel a lot as Daniel sometimes has a stutter, we’re working on getting him not make fun of his brother but their little humans and they do what they will. Pietro and Wanda are my twin angels!! It’s very obvious who their named after, their both very polite and very playful. They do almost everything together but they do like to involve other people or their siblings in their games. They’re both very imaginative and while I am so proud of my babies beautiful minds it does make them slack off a bit in school, they can’t focus for very long in class and would rather doodle in their book or make up crazy game/story ideas. I had the exact same problems while I was in school so I suggested to Wade we get them check for adhd or something like that, Wade was iffy about it and said they were just kids being hyper, imaginative kids. (I honestly just want to go on about how Wade interacts with them all because he is so loving and understanding and patient and he just slows down so much when he’s with them, he wants them all to know he’s giving them his utmost attention and support and love and GOD I LOVE THIS MAN.) It turns out they do have adhd (I have adhd and so i’m basing theirs sort of on mine.) and it’s a pretty sever case of it, we’ve worked very hard on getting all our kids top notch education because we did not get the best and we want to give them what we never had. (but we don’t want to force them in an environment where they won’t learn or grow so instead we choose another route of alternative learning.) It’s not home schooling because neither Wade or I am fit to teach anyone anything, It’s a mixture of distance education and a group that is based more around active learning. (So they can focus easier because their doing stuff with their hands and being fully immersed into the learning process.) They like to create things, anything, they have a new hobby every day and never really stick to one thing. Wade and I love this about our children and we’re happy to go along with whatever they choose to do on that day. Wanda and Pietro love to dress Lucy and Natasha up and show them off to everyone because, “look at our cute younger siblings, look.”Logan is Wade, moving on. No, okay, but really, if Wade was a nine year old boy, he’d be Logan. Logan is a trouble maker, he has a heart of gold but he loves to cause trouble anywhere he can. Pranks are his thing. He loves chimichangas and Mexican food almost more than wade does, he loves video games more than anyone i’ve ever known. If Logan is playing video games, pulling a prank on his siblings, or eating, he is napping. With his Dad. On the couch. (*sigh* my boys, I love my boys.) Logan is constantly roping Peter into helping him with pranks, Peter just likes hanging out with his sibling and doesn’t mind whatever they’re doing. While Logan is a big mischief maker, he does truly have the biggest heart. He sneaks in stray/injured animals so he can take care of them (you know i’m buying random animal food and helping take care of that little baby too, Wade will definitely try to get me to keep them all.) He sits with his younger siblings if they’ve had a nightmare, he makes me and Wade #1 Coolest Mum and #1 Coolest Dad things, he’s always saying when he’s older he’s gonna change the world and fix so many problems. He donated his pocket money to a homeless shelter,, asfhlkshflhjf- my boy- (it was only like fifty bucks at the time but that’s still a lot of money tbh) He loves being with his dad and pretending to ‘fight’ him, Wade will obviously feign losing and Logan will revel in his victory. Logan likes to bake cakes with me even though he decorates them,,, creatively. (vvv messy,, but it’s always made with love and that’s what counts.)Peter, named after the one and only spider dude, is a little bundle of sunshine and I love him. He’s so positive, and sweet and always has something nice to say. He’s a tad clumsy and can trip over air but that’s okay because we’re always there to catch him. My poor baby gets sick very easily but he’s tough and always pulls through. (the first time Katherine got sick Wade burst into tears, he got so scared, she had the stomach bug and was throwing up a lot. Wade dotted on her hand and foot, didn’t let hr move and inch, he sang her to sleep and did not leave her side until she was better and talking about stars and galaxies again.) Wade is always very concerned with how easily Peter gets sick, but doesn’t show it. Peter is very optimistic and is always reassuring everyone he’s fine. He loves soccer, he’s a little champion. He’s also dubbed himself Natasha’s bodyguard, he’s always carrying her around and always boasting about how cute his little sister is. Peter is terrified of big bugs, especially spiders, but if there’s one near Natasha he is going to get a big plastic container and capture the threat, escort it outside and run back inside screaming at a very high pitch as it scurries the opposite direction.Abigail is my darling princess, and also a very big tsundere. (i’m assuming everyone knows what that means.) Her favourite name for Wade is “butthead”, she has many other creative names for everyone else but I just really love butthead, it’s really my favourite. (mostly because Wade just laughs at it and can never think of what to say to it.) (She’s a big Daddy’s girl but that means he gets a lot of the hitting and name calling and whatnot.) She’s really very sweet, she likes acting and has been in three plays now. She won’t tolerate bullying, she stands up for some of the kids that can’t stand up for themselves. But then she calls them dumb for listening to what the jerkheads were saying and it’s just a lot of mixed signals, she’s trying her best okay. She talks to me a lot, i’ve held her while she’s cried more times than i’d like, my baby just doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions very well but she’s trying so hard. (she’s six and a half and already having trouble, is this my fault, am I bad parents?) She has a select few friends, as not many of the sensitive children her age can deal with her small outbursts, but her friends are very lovely and understanding. (it’s mostly the people she stands up for that end up being friends with her, because my baby is an actual angel and wonderful company once she is comfortable with you.) She mainly hangs out with Lucy and they both follow Katherine around like little ducklings. Abigail and Logan,,, do not get along,,, at all,,, Logan my baby I know it’s easy to rile your sister up but could you not please. Lucy is a normal five year old, she likes to play in the mud, make flower crowns, pet dogs, doodle very abstract things on the walls. She is near sighted and needs glasses, (Katherine has glasses too, to help correct her lazy eye.) she loves playing dress up and being with her siblings. She has a speech impediment and so she can’t pronounce some words but luckily no one makes fun of her for it, Wade carries her around on his shoulders and calls her his little princess. We give her princess outfits, tiara and everything. Their all very pretty outfits which I spend a lot of time cleaning after her backyard adventures. (I love my babies and am willing to spend hours doing laundry if it means they’ll be happy.) Lucy is very bubbly and the literal light of our lives, she gets along with all her siblings as she is the second youngest and is just very lovable and sweet. (I feel like i’m biased, I love my children and just keep saying how great they are, oh well.) Did I mention she loves bugs. Because, she does. I love having worms, beatles, crickets and whatnot dropped on my dinign room table, I love it. (I don’t love it.) Also this is not so good when Peter is with her and she pulls out a tarantula like, “Peter look, isn’t he cute?” No lucy, please put him down. Please. (Wade is in charge of getting rid of the bugs, I don’t do bugs. I am very strict on him not just squishing them though, killing of any kind stays outside my house.) And last but not least my lil’ baby Natasha!! She is three and already has a huge personality, she is very bashful and sweet. She loves to give people flowers, and just listen to people. It took her a lot longer to talk than any of our other kids and we were worried she couldn’t talk, she can, she’s just very soft spoken and prefers to listen. She likes to finger paint, on the walls, the floor, the roof,,, everywhere,,, It’s okay though, cleaning is now my new favourite past time. (it’s not. Save me Wade’s to lazy to clean.) (okay that’s a lie he will help out but very rarely.) Natasha is often being carried around by her older siblings, or Wade, or me, she’s three and she’s adorable and we love her okay. She loves sweets, and strawberries. She loves to spend time with animals, and she’s learning how to use my phone already. (accidently selfies are her specialty.) (gah I love her, I love my baby.) This is very long, I could go on even more, I love my kids. Ah okay, thank you so much for asking about my babies I never get to talk about this stuff, I really love them all so much and Wade does too. I need to draw them all at some point, i’ve drawn Wanda and Pietro and Peter and Natasha. There is this sketchy picture I have of all of us but it’s really rough and i’ve changed their designs in my head since then so,, yeah. (and omg don’t even mention grandkids, Wade would blow the entire planet up before he let anyone near his babies; “Oh so you wanna date my daughter/son, huh?” He pulls out his katana and runs his hand down it, pretending to observe it, “Interesting.” He’s gonna scare the crap out of so many teenagers, rip.)

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Hello and thank you anon, that’s a lot of questions.

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?

I’m not entirely sure yet. I started talking to a guy who goes to a nearby college. He’s really sweet, likes history, and talks to me about Star Wars.

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

No. I don’t forgive him. He disregarded my feelings. He broke my trust. He caused so much drama. He made me feel horrible. And now the little fuck is harassing my friend because he happened to hear I was moving on. Fuck. Him. I was going to forgive him, but why should I now?

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

Kittens, kitties, cats, things that go meow.

4: What’s something you really want right now?

A hug or some reassurance I’m not a terrible person.

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?

Deathly, I believe. Why? I’m not entirely sure.

6: Do you like the beach?

Yeah, for the most part.

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

God yes, my sisters, the dog, my friends, etc.

8: What’s the background on your cell?

It’s a pic of my baby cousin.

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?

Mine, my mom’s, my sister’s, the guy I might be interested in

10: Do you like your phone?

Yeah is does what it’s supposed to.

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

Not in the fucking slightest.

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?

Probably the guy I’ve been talking to.

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?

I guess a Rottweiler. People are scared of them, but a friend of mine says they’re great dogs.

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

Emotional pain.

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

Zoo

16: Are you tired?

So tired I’m no longer tired….wooo.

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

If we mean alphabetically first, I’ve only known him for a few months. Lent him my bio text book.

18: Are they a relative?

Nah, he’s a freshman bio major.

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

I honestly don’t know about the first ex anymore. Definitely know I’d never take the second ex back even if we were the last people capable of repopulating the planet. I’m a PERSON not an object and I REFUSE to be treated as such.

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?

Face-to-face, yesterday. Over the phone?, today.

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

If I knew they were the right one? Yes, most definitely, as long as they wanted it too.

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Probably, he seems sweet.

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

None

24: Is there a certain quote you live by?

Leaning more towards this little phrase right about now, “Love many, trust few, and paddle your own damn canoe.”

25: What’s on your mind?

Things, my child hood, weird stuff.

26: Do you have any tattoos?

Not yet

27: What is your favorite color?

Purple

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

I dunno.

29: Who are you texting?

My  friend

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?

No

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

Yes, my friend almost got run over by a car of the way to class because that duded was NOT slowing down.

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?

Jordan- We’ve been through a lot and I know I can tell you anything.

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

I think so.

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Quite frequently as a child. Everyone said I had my dad’s eyes.

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

I’d be pretty angry and pretty heartbroken.

36: Were you single on Valentines Day?

Yes.

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?

I would say so.

38: What do your friends call you?

Jo more than anything nowadays.

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?

Life has upset me in the past week.

40: Have you ever cried over a text?

Yes……41: Where’s your last bruise located?

My knee

42: What is it from?

I have no idea. It’s one of those random ones that just appear.

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

Quite recently.

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

My dad

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

My sneakers

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

I wear my hat if it’s cold, but otherwise no.

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?

Probs not.

48: Do you make supper for your family?

I used to, but with the way my classes are set up, I’m usually never home before my parents.

49: Does your bedroom have a door?

Yes

50: Top 3 web-pages?

Tumblr, Pintrest, and probs AO3.

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?

My mother and myself.

52: Does anything on your body hurt?

My shoulders and hips.

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?

Depends on the person.

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

Pop.

55: How is your hair?

Medium length and the dye is unfortunately washing out. 

56: What do you usually do first in the morning?

Lay there and try to convince myself to get up.

57: Do you think two people can last forever?

I guess.

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?

Since I wanna say I was like 10 at the time, yes.

59: Green or purple grapes?

Purple

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?

Probably when I see my friend Beth tomorrow.

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

Kinda

62: When will be the next time you text someone?

Probably in a few minutes

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?

In class

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.

Studying for an exam

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

Yeah, this guy called Andrew. He was really sweet. Now he’s…well let’s just say he’s got some problems now.

66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

My little sister

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Yup, my friends, my sisters

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

There wasn’t really any thoughts. I was trying to fill this out and fell asleep.

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

Of course, who hasn’t?

70: How many windows are open on your computer?

2 windows

71: How many fingers do you have?

Ten

72: What is your ringtone?

Honestly I don’t even remember anymore. My phone is always on vibrate.

73: How old will you be in 5 months?

I’ll still be 20 until September.

74: Where is your Mum right now?

Probs asleep on the couch.

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?

Not that I remember

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

Sorta, I haven’t talked to a lot of them due to stress and no time.

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

Lord no, that was a while ago.

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?

Yuppers, several classmates, an uncle, and a coworker.

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

Yes....I want to do it again.

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?

Just one.

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?

Yeah

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

I’d hope so.

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

No one, since I don’t do either thing.

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?

Yes, because they could be potentially harming themselves or become at risk for addictions.

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?

My ex boyfriend tried to slip back in when we went out with friends.

87: Who was your last received call from?

My mother

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?

No, I don’t think I could.

89: What is something you wish you had more of?

Time

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?

Repeatedly

91: Do you sleep with your window open?

No

92: Do you get along with girls?

Yes

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

Probably

94: Does sex mean love?

Not necessarily

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

Not in my eyes.

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

No

97: Did you sleep alone this week?

My little sister likes to climb into my bed from time to time, usually after she has a nightmare.

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

My sisters.

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?

No

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?

Probably my youngest sister.

Mums the word 😏

Other day talking to someone about children (they had none) and they were like “ohh I can’t wait to have children, I’m just so worried about the birth, my body after and pooey nappies” Ohh bitch please the pain is horrendous trust me girl but it stops when your handed that baby, the hours after birth ya tits will look like two vein ridden balloons and you will have more blood n clots coming out of ya then a murder victim and bitch do not even attempt to shit any thought of pushing again makes you feel like your going to lose ya liver or some other vital organ out ya pussybox.. Ya belly looks like a deflated ballon with more lines then a road map… But hey if your lucky enough few weeks you’ll go back to normal or you’ll always be left with a few reminders but it’s ok it’s all worth it trust me.. Remember ya pelvic floors girlfriend is all I will say ✋🏻 The times no one tells you about is when that little bundle of joy is not well and got a temperature and doesn’t want feeding or a cuddle or to be put down, or need changing, or noise or no noise and nothing you can do helps, nothing you can do works, your babies not well you can’t help them and you feel like a failure, and all you can do is go through all of the steps repeatedly until finally the child feels happy enough and then you’ve won 💪🏻 sometimes it’s took ten hours but hey you won.. When that little darling starts moving and everything needs glueing to the ceiling or they’ll have that £40 Mac powder all over the wall, they’ll put ya shoes down the toilet, they’ll eat the dog food or that dreaded moment when they put something in there mouth and you dive across the room like Tom daily on speed, shove ya fingers on there mouth fishing for whatever the fuck is in there just incase they choke, you get out he button, the ball, the key, the Lego, the car whatever theve decided to put in there today and then by potentially saving there little life you get them eyes 😒 from your darling toddler which we all know them eyes mean 👀 #Cunt… The child turns 8 and they decide they would like some make up so you say ok, get said make up, teach them how to apply and you say just weekends and I’ll help you when you do it.. Too one of the many mornings your rushing for school, someone has lost yet another fucking shoe.. How they do it I don’t know the shoes have a living place yet two minutes before school the fucking shoes playing run outs and no cunt can find it 🙄 so you finally find the shoe in the one place you didn’t look but asked the darling children too look ten times but obviously they man look 😤 (when a mans eyes graze an area and computer says no, they don’t actually look until you go there move something and say ta daaa here it is you useless cunt) you leave the house, someone forgets a school bag run back and get it child Jesus, they come back did you shut the door? Ermmmm I think so yea, fuck my life off you run and shut the door. Back with the children on that speedy walk to school well you are, whilst repeatedly saying “come on we’ll be late”“ leave that ” well come back later" come on pleaseeeeeeeeee" you turn and look at your little princesses face and fml the child is covered in so much bronzer she looks like fucking MR T, the only option other then crying because you know in the rush you forgot your bag so have no baby wipes, is laugh your fuckin head off.. Which results in your child screaming don’t laugh at me!!!!!!! And sulking, you have to console yourself and her whilst you use the sleeve of your new cream jumper to scrape the bronzer from her face 😫😫 You think your getting somewhere and then you see it’s integrated itself into her facial creases do she now looks like she has a skin condition, your now three minutes from school and the bell goes in one. Whilst sorting out mr T your youngest is rolling in a puddle and your eldest is looking at you with them eyes again 👀 #Cunt.. Make the run to school drop off the eldest who when you try to kiss him goodbye grunts 👀#EmbarassingCunt little skin condition formally mr T, when you explain to her teacher while she has that face and you and lovely teacher have a giggle walks into school you say love you, you get yea love you and again 👀 #Cunt. Two down one to go, take that one in he’s all smiles and then you go to leave, “no mummy coat off you stay” I can’t darling, I have o go to work, mummy’s to big to school, I love you and I see you later “ love you mummy 👀 #Cunt.. Walk out of the school with a Deflated sigh 🙄😤 Fuck I love them. But bejesussss its 8.55 am and I’ve been eyed a cunt 8 times ! Go to work and Fast foward three hours collect the little one and play cars and watch paw patrol on loop for another three hours, whilst trying to do washing and tidy the house.. Leave for school the little darling refuses to walk and wants to take his bike or scooter, first five minute walk which actually takes 15 all well until then they leave the scooter and demand to be picked up for the next two minutes you argue with a two year old about the fact they need to ride there scooter or walk and you’ll carry it, obviously falls on death ears and you realise you have three minutes to get to school so you have no choice to pick up the child and the scooter and power walk to school, get there aching, panting, covered in mud from shoes and scooter wheels, wondering why this happens everyday surely it’s a fuckin workout so why am I rewarding with a jumper covered in bronzer, muddy jeans, sweat and breathlessness but I still ain’t lost this fucking stone?!? #FuckYouLife Get the children what have you don’t today, usually I don’t know or nothing , great sounds lovely well at least you had a good day, arrive at the shop everyone wants a tenner you say no a pound each looks again 👀👀👀 #Cunt from three sets of eyes never a joy. Get home, uniforms off, make sure your rooms are tidy and do any homework, go in put dinner on, feed he dog again, walk in front room little darling has pulled every fuckin toy out of the toybox but instead is sat on sofa with your handbag snapped 13 off the 15 cigarettes you had and is sucking your Blusher brush and playing with not one of said toys, go upstairs the daughter has dressed herself up in a tutu, a crop top, is wearing a hat and fluffy socks, walking round with a baby and her still mr t skin condition face, reminds you of a Tommy rose appreciation club🙄 wash ya face darling, I did, ok well can you do it again I can still see the bronzer 👀 #Cunt.. Go in to the eldest sat in uniform on PlayStation, mate take your uniform off please "will in a minute” now please babe, id rather attempt to get two days wear out of it, even tho that’s rare I know.. He’s still say there “MATE uniform please” pulls off head phones, “I’m talking to my mates mum cheers they’ll a know now your Moany ” 😩🔫🔫 I walk out off room and do two fuckin 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻 at his back, your mum is cool son ok, I’m cool, I’m sure I’m cool right, well I was, fuck I hope I’m cool🤔" Dinners ready, Ahhh family time nice conversation, it’s lovely pleasant, beautiful. Until the little one after eating one potato not touching meat or veg and is now wizz ing a car up ya back and refusing to eat any more, eldest rowing over ketchup , tell em all to give it a bloody rest, eat ya dinner n rein it in, three eyes of 👀 #Cunt Chill on sofa chat n watch some stuff together, bath, one refusing to get in, havin to tell him he may be half a foot shorter than you and a stone lighter but you will throw him other your shoulder and make him have a bath to which your response is “you some kind of weirdo gonna watch me wash ” nearly chin the cocky little bastard and are replaced of eyes 👀 #Fucktoofar One gets in thinks she’s Ariel rolling splashing having a whale of a time and using half a bottle of shampoo to wash her hands, and the little one refusing everything or throwing a jug of water at you Whenever you get to the bath edge, a very wet, muddy, sweaty, bronze covered mummy then says bedtime now, all settled downstairs sit on sofa right eastenders. Open the matchmakers, half a matchmaker down, footsteps running, shouting banging, up the stairs, re runs of that I’ve paused eastenders so much I’m only 7 minutes in, it’s been on and off pause an hour. Off the PlayStation now mate, in a minute 😩😩 hour n half has now passed 85 trips up and town the stairs 16 minutes into eastenders, daughter hates me because I’ve made her come off YouTube my goodnight love you’s are returned with a Grunt and I know 👀 #Eyes After stroking the little ones head and singing twinkle twinkle id say thirty times he’s asleep so I creep out like a fucking ninja, tell the big boy mate PlayStation OFFF now “alright mummmmmmmm I wasssssss, goddddddddddd” Finally finish eastenders and manage to scoff about fifteen matchmakers, realise ffs I need a wee upstairs I go again, go into the princess remove the phone from her hand that was playing the YouTube I told her not too, kiss her head pull quilt round her n think fuck I love this girl, go to the little one remove the car from his hand now he’s asleep enough it won’t wake him if I do so, kiss his head, think fuckkkk I love this child, climb the ladder to the big boy,remove the headphones from his head and am greeted with two open eyes, “ night mum, we love you you know that, and everything you do for us, and you are pretty cool ( Fuck did he hear me earlier im sure I said that in my head 😂🔫) I respond with a lump on my throat because that’s all I want in the world is fuck everyone else but as long as they know I love them I’m winning, say I love you too mate sleep, ok mum love you more” I walk downstairs put on the tenth load of washing this week and it’s only Wednesday let the dog out, browse Facebook, check school bags for letters, send five emails, turn off tv I give up tonight. Walk upstairs and catch myself in mirror n think ahhhh fuck I look dead I swear that’s another crows feet I better sort this fucking face out the other halfs home tomo, and I wouldn’t wanna shag me right now 😫😂 Fall into bed, browse Facebook and just get into that place between sleep and awake and a sleepy princess appears I had a bad dream mum can I cuddle you, yes baby come here, she falls alas pe with my stroking her head telling her a story about princess Elexis and the pink unicorn, carry her to bed, fall back In to bed I’m now wide awake it’s 1.30 7 more matchmaker I’ve been browsing the news feed for half hour. It’s sleep time quick text to the boyfriend I love you I miss you I can’t wait to see you and by see you I mean please rub my back when you get here cause it’s killing, 😂😂 Fall asleep to the thoughts off honestly how haven’t I lost this stone, must be the fucking matchmakers, tommorow I swear I’ll eat well! 5 hours later alarm goes off and it all fucking starts again, but every bit every moan every 👀 #Cunt is worth it because every cuddle every love you every 👀 #godilovemymum makes its all better.. So nappies, ruined body’s and labour well fuck me there the least of your worries girlfriend and I ain’t even hit the teenage years yet 😫😫😫😫😍😍😍