"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗨𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗻 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞" 𝐁×𝐁 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

What happens when a target worker mistreats a Kingpin's Baby mama

One shots!! ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃ I post very inconsistently

Damien is an outcast in his community, after an incident that took place over 10 years ago, people didn't trust him and he didn't trust people. He was a quiet person and everyone was scared of him so he stayed in the shadows. What happens when everything changes and he gets his voice back? Read to find out! I hope you enjoy! I love reading all of your comments so feel free to do so, they make my day <33

In which, a teenager wants to have a better live decides to move from Japan To America. And wants to come after a year. How will everything work out? Will he regret it? How will his friends feel? Read to find out ON HOLD AT THE MOMENT #1 izukuhasadad 12-21-23 - 3-25-24 #1 heyy 12-21-23 - 3-25-24 #1

¨you promise to stay?¨ ¨Always.¨

Monet laughed, and it was warm in the way the first couple of days of summer were. "You did this for me?" he asked as he touched the Santa beard I'm wearing, which itched like hell. "Didn't I tell you I'd make your last day special?" And it was the lover boy in me, the part of me that kept wanting to see him smile, like a real smile, one that wasn't performative, one where he didn't need to remind himself to smile just to come off as likeable and easy. I wanted the one he saved without thinking, the one he didn't even know he still had. "This is what you do when you care for someone?" he asked, soft in a way that made my chest feel too full. My face burned, and my gaze dropped to the snowy ground. "More like love... " I mumbled, hoping the falling snow would hide just how true it was.

He always called me by my last name, Son. I figured he wanted to keep things formal since we're just co-workers who spend our lunch breaks smoking and drinking coffee in silence, but there was a loudness to everything. Our steps. Our hands brushing. A look at me. A look at him. It kept building for a month until the night he stayed over at my place. He went to the bathroom and left his script on the table. I don't know why I reached for it. I read the little notes he scribbled in the margins, then sat back and pushed my glasses up. At the top corner, written in blue ink in this elegant handwriting, I saw it: He thinks I'm calling him by his last name. Maybe I was at first. Then he kissed me on set and something tipped. He stopped being Mr. Son. He became the light I kept looking for without noticing.

Zayden was different from other boys. Even tho everyone knew he was gay they didn't know his secret. Until one day he ran into a boy, everything changing after.

"Tell me baby, is this who we are?" Blackbxb. 🖤