A/N: Yes all of Yamila's chapters are songfics because that is how she thinks.
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When did we all stop believing in magic?
Sebethmeth wailed, throwing a hissy fit. "I'm not gay, Gwenyth!" Gwenyth threw her 2005674253004.7-pound copy of How To Be An Anime Protagonist, my vintage American Girl book from 1400 AD that I had passed down to her for her 84-month birthday, at her brother, screeching "YEAH YOU ARE! CLAIRMANTHA SAID YOU DIDN'T WANNA BE HER BOYFRIEND! I BET YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" I rushed forward worriedly.
"Gwenyth, my honey baby boo boo bear sweetheart princess smookumspie, that's not very ladylike of you! Ladies don't talk, let alone scream, darling."
"I DON'T LOVE CLAIRMANTHA!!! I LOVE JESSIBELLYN!" sobbed Sebethmeth in a very not manly way in the corner, weak scraggly disgusting arms raised over his head and bruised from How To Be An Anime Protagonist.
"That book is vintage. If you would please stop that awful screeching and bring it back to your mother?..." Sebethmeth flushed, his face matching his eyes, and stood up.
When did we put all our hopes in a box in the attic?
He walked remorsefully back to me, arms quivering homosexually under the weight of my book.
"Here you are, mother," he mumbled, looking at the ground as he stood next to me. I frowned at him in Arabic.
"Stop crying Sebethmeth it's gay."
"Yeah, Sebethmeth, it's gay." Gwenyth taunted, hiding behind me. I sighed her name, a warning in my tinkling, bell-like voice. She nodded immediately, black curls bouncing, and danced out of the room on her platform Jojo Siwa Mary Janes. Sebethmeth's arms gave out and How To Be An Anime Protagonist fell to the ground. I graced him with the shining glare of my angry, neon amethyst eyes.
I'm the long shot,
"Sebethmeth, alpha males don't drop books. Don't you want to grow up to be a sigma male like your father?" Sebethmeth's chin trembled again and tears swam in his eyes.
I'm the Hail Mary,
I wiped the tears out of his salmon rose orchid barbie pink orbs, pursing my lips. The manly navy cerulean contacts I had ordered for him hadn't arrived yet. I couldn't let him have gay pink eyes like an albino. "Your tutor Justin Bieber is waiting for you darling, go back to your lessons." He ran away, sniffling.
I looked down at the book on the ground. It had fallen open to an anime drawing of a family, the father missing, the mother looking like a 9-year old wrapping her arms around her unnecessarily hot children's waists. Both were smiling sultrily as their mother beamed between them, love etched into all of their faces.
Why can't it be me?
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Quillaq x Yamilla x Y/N: The Maid And The Alpha
RomanceMe and the other jingle hoes found the names Quillaq and Yamila in a math problem so we decided to write a heartfelt story about them. Quillaq is a sigma male who is married to his step sissy Yamila. Y/N is a clumsy, basic girl with blue orbs and a...
