#calling each other “parenting partners”

[transgender-gamer-girl]

Dirty confession: I, a trans woman, have been sleeping with my mother since Christmas. We got a bit too drunk and ended up fucking, and didn't find out until we woke up and my cock was soft inside her and she had dried cum on her face. It was... very awkward when we both woke up, I woke up first and just pretended I was asleep, probably thinking I was having a wet dream. Only issue is that made me hard. So my mother woke up to herself still wrapped around my now-hard cock.

She kinda just shook me awake and I began to freak the fuck out, realising that I wasn't asleep and it was actually happening. She tried to get up, but in raising herself off me, she slipped back on it, which made us both moan. I think there was a shared "Are we doing this? Do we give a fuck?" moment after that as we both stared at each other, before she muttered "fuck it" and started riding. I had DEFINETLY came inside the night before, but she didn't let me now, and I came on my stomach moaning "mommy". She left after that, and I immediately felt awful and called my girlfriend crying about it. She was at her parents cross-country for christmas, and I'd essentially cheated on her with my own mother. She is into incest though and she assured me that if anything she was fucking ecstatic for me...

Anyway, since then I have fucked my mother fucked a LOT. I was mostly the same gist, after my little siblings have gone to bed, she'd knock on the guest room door, looking real sheepish at the start but more and more bold, and ask me if I'm busy. It started as mostly missionary, but then she wanted to ride me again, and this time she was slamming her hips down and gripping me by the throat, calling me her "Slut daughter". I came like, three times that time, it was intense.

My siblings go to a weird alternative school that starts suuper early in the year, which was great because ma would start signalling me during the day. In the week before I went back to school, which was like only an hours drive away ngl so not that far to go, we were fucking up to five times a day. I only was inside her maybe twice a day tho because damn I'm not that vigorous, but she started getting me to spend breakfast and lunch under the table eating her out...

Anyway, im back at college now and me and my ma have been sending each other depraved shit. She's one of those people who's baseline kink level is "I'm into it", and apparently incest has been a big one since she was my age. She does know that my partner knows, and she called her to discuss the whole thing. The call did develop though, into ma on face time on my laptop pumping her cunt with one of her dildo's while she and my partner boss me around. Since then a group chat was indeed made, and my partner's been roleplaying as my big sister WAY more than usual. I've had so kuch sistercunt 😵‍💫...

To keep a long ask short; in a weeks time, once my siblings are with their respective fathers for the week, ma is gonna make the drive so she and my partner can spend days using me like a dildo.

- 🍄🍁

This is so hot omg gurl 🤤

[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

chap 1, chap 2, chap 3, chap 4, chap 5, chap 6, chap 7, chap 8, chap 9, chap 10

PART 9 MEET CRUELLA & SEEK HELP

The door swung open just as Carlos stood by the pool, his face lit up. “Matheo, you're finally here!”

Mattia approaches, he was wearing a loose tee and shorts for the pool where his father and the young woman were gathered, Carlos put his arm around his little one and looked ahead where the young woman was drinking lemonade.

“Matheo, meet Meredith,” Carlos announced with a smile, gesturing toward the woman lounging near the pool with a lemonade in hand. Meanwhile, Mattia took off his sunglasses, to see the young woman clearly.

Meredith stood up, her smile easy and confident. “Ah, so this is the famous Matheo I’ve been hearing about. Your father talks about you nonstop. It’s great to finally meet you.”

Mattia tilted his head, squinting slightly as if sizing Meredith up. “Really? Well, here I am.” He gave a polite, almost disinterested smile. “I’ll be 10 soon. How old are you?”

Meredith chuckled, glancing at Carlos for backup, but Carlos simply raised his brows. “I’m twenty-two.”

“Only thirteen years older than me,” Mattia replied smoothly, turning his attention back to his father. “And you, Dad? How old are you again?”

Carlos laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Wow, so curious all of a sudden, Chilie!" He said, "How about I go get some snacks and drinks to celebrate?” He pointed toward the house.

Mattia looked at him curiously "Celebrate what exactly, Dad?"

Meredith looked at his partner, as if he were scolding him or something similar, although it was a dissimulation, but for Mattia it was not at all discreet.

Carlos paused mid-step. “Your homecoming, of course!” He winked at Meredith and made his way inside.

The moment Carlos disappeared, Meredith’s phone buzzed. He glanced at Mattia, holding up a finger. “Give me a second, okay?”

Mattia watched him intently as he answered the call.

“Yes... Yes, Mr. Wolff, I’m listening... Oh, the charity event?” Meredith’s voice dropped to a professional tone. “I’m afraid Mr. Sainz will be unavailable. He’ll be out of the country for those dates, unfortunately. Mm-hmm. Yes, I’ll let him know.”

Mattia’s brows furrowed. “Dad’s leaving the country?”

Meredith looked up, startled, then let out a small laugh. “Oh no, that’s just a little white lie. You know, to get him out of something.”

Mattia gave a slow nod, clearly unconvinced, but he let it slide.

“So,” Meredith changed the subject, his tone lighter, “how was camp? Amazing?”

Mattia ignored the question entirely. “You said you’ve heard a lot about me. What exactly did my dad say?”

Meredith smiled, walking close to Mattia. “Oh, only good things! He’s so proud of you— equestrianism championships, top marks in school. It’s clear you two are very – very close.”

Mattia took off his loose tee and showed a half smile. "Well, it's just that we're very close , 'just him and me' We have each other."

Before Meredith could expect it, the boy jumped into the pool, splashing some water on him in the process. He stood up immediately because of this.

Mattia came out of the water and with feigned guilt said, "I'm so sorry! Did I get you very wet?"

Meredith gave him a smile, forced to look like Mattia's.

"No, sweetie, it was just a little. Nothing to worry about,” she said as she dried herself with a towel she had near her chair. She took off her black hat and walked a little closer to the edge of the pool to talk to the boy.

"Hey, the other day, your Dad took me horseback riding. I used your horse. I hope you don't mind."

"Don't worry, Pinon is used to strangers. Of all the others, you look the most normal."

Meredith made a face, Mattia tried not to laugh so that his acting would be more real.

"Others? What exactly do you mean?" The young woman asked, somewhat curious about it, Mattia could see how her smile turned into more of a grimace.

He was satisfied about it, Mattia showed a sly smile. “Shall I offer you the complete information?”

Meredith blinked and asked him. “Explaine it to me!”

“As usual. I’ve seen the routine a thousand times. Horse rides at sunset, romantic dinners under the stars, and always, always a bottle of wine to top it off. It’s predictable, really.”

As if on cue, Carlos returned, his voice breaking through the tension like a knife slicing through butter. “I’m back. Do you want some wine, Mer?”

Meredith couldn’t help it, Mattia gestured dramatically toward her, his face saying, See? Told you so.

His dad noticed the silence immediately and looked between the two of them, suspicion creeping into his expression. “Did you two talks about something interesting while I was gone?”

Mattia gave his dad the most innocent smile, but before he could answer, Mattia dove straight into the pool, creating a splash big enough to avoid the conversation entirely.

Meredith, give him a smile, shrugged. “Should I assume that’s a yes?” Carlos asked, his gaze darting to his girlfriend.

“You guessed right,” Meredith replied smoothly.

Mattia stood on the other side of the pool, observing the adults as they exchanged looks that were anything but subtle. If they kept this up, the entire plan would fall apart. He needed to call his brother right away!

*****

The phone rang, and Martin picked it up, his voice lighthearted. "Y/LN residence. Mattia?"

"Yes, Martin. It's me," Matheo replied, his voice slightly amused. "Sounds just like you on the phone."

Martin chuckled. "I'm sorry, to whom did you wish to speak?"

"Mattia? of course," he said, switching gears. "One moment, please."

He put the phone down, only to pick it up again a second later.

"A Sammy Sainz for you," he said, with a hint of playfulness. "Sounds just like your twin." Matheo rolled his eyes, amused. "My twin? Very funny, Martin. Good one."

He took the phone. "Hello?" he said, her tone shifting. "Oh, Sammy, my friend”

Matheo’s voice crackled through the line. “Hi, how are you?” while the other side Mattia biting his lips. "Hey, how's it going over there?"

"Oh, everything's quite lovely here," Matheo replied. "We're expecting a bit of rain today."

“Sam, can you hold on for a moment?"

"Okay, but hurry, Math. I've got to talk to you!" Mattia’s voice was urgent, like he had something big to share.

Matheo glanced at the room, he started to looked around and grabbed the phone and hid inside a storage room under the stairs, where they kept the coats, when he closed it he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Okay, now I can talk," Matheo said, his voice is quiet small but excited. Before Mattia could told what happen, Matheo already talking too fast about what he is doing with their mom. "Oh my God… Mom’s incredible. I can’t believe I’ve spent my entire life without knowing her. She’s beautiful, fun, smart, everything I imagined, but better. And the gown she designed? Absolutely amazing.” on the other hand, Mattia of the phone rolled his eyes and waited for his brother to finish.

"But... she told me how she and Dad first met, and if you ask me, there's a whole possibility here."

Mattia, from the other side of the phone, took a deep breath and groaned. "Matheo, stop! We’ve got a major problem here. You need to bring Mom out here. Like, immediately."

"Immediately?" Matheo balked. "Are you nuts? I’ve only had one day with her. I can’t just-"

"This is an emergency, THEO!" Mattia’s interjected, cutting him off. "Dad’s in love."

Matheo blinked and laugh a bit. "Get out of here. Dad doesn’t fall in love. At least, not seriously.”

"Trust me," Mattia said, his tone firm. "He's serious about this one. He’s always holding her hand, kissing her neck, waiting on her hand and foot."

Matheo’s stomach churned at the thought. "He is? That's... horrible."

"Well, you’ll have to break them up or something!" Matheo urged.

"I’m trying, the young woman has Dad hypnotized as if he were a dog. The only way will be for us to reunite our parents as soon as possible." Mattia sighed, the weight of it all sinking in.

"Matheo, you’ve got to get back here. I need your help."

"I can’t," Matheo said firmly, his voice tinged with longing. "I want more time with Mom. You don’t get it. I’m still getting to know her, and I don’t want to just leave."

“Matheo you know what we have to do. If not now, then when?” Mattia’s voice grew louder, tinged with frustration. “I can’t stand seeing that woman with Dad anymore. It’s annoying just hearing her talk. Matheo, we have to get Mom and Dad together now. It’s the only way,..”

Suddenly, Mattia froze mid-sentence, distracted by a strange crackling noise on the phone line.

“Mattia, I can barely hear you,” Matheo said innocently, even as he crumpled up a candy wrapper next to the receiver. His mischievous smile gave away his true intentions.

“What? Matheo, what do you mean…?” Mattia’s voice was laced with confusion.

“Operator, the signal is gone!” Matheo declared dramatically, pushing the phone away with a theatrical flair. He ended the call with a satisfied grin, knowing full well he had just sabotaged their conversation.

On the other end of the line, Mattia stared at the telephone in disbelief. “Big help, little bro,” he muttered sarcastically before slamming the phone down in frustration.

Meanwhile, back at home, Matheo carefully crawled out of the closet where he had been hiding. As he stood up and dusted himself off, he realized he was not alone. His mother, Y/N, his grandfather, and Martin were all staring at him as if he had just announced he was from another planet.

Matheo tried not to be panic, he forced himself to play it cool. “Oh, it’s, uh, a custom we have at camp,” he explained, keeping his tone casual. “You know, going into the lockers and talking on the phone. It’s kind of a tradition.” He smiled nervously, hoping they would buy his excuse.

Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow, her expression a mix of amusement and confusion. “What a strange tradition, baby.” she remarked, her tone light but still questioning.

“It’s a bit strange, but I think it’s a nice tradition,” Matheo said, clearly trying to ease the tension.

“So,” he said quickly, changing the subject, “have you all had breakfast yet?” His voice was bright and chipper, like he hadn’t just been caught crawling out of a closet mid-scheme.

[quirekey]

HI!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!!

Could you do a fem reader with TFP ratchet who’s in high school (sophomore year or freshman) and goes to a school where there’s a nursing class??

Obviously no romance, more like a friendship! I’d love to know how Ratchet would act if there was another human on the team but who was studying to be a nurse, Also if you can I’d love if you could add June in too since she’s a nurse too!

Tysm!!

YOU ARE TOO KIND OH MY GOODNESSS!! HIII!! I’m so sorry i couldn’t get to you sooner, I hope you are having a great day because this one is so much funnn!! I love platonic :3

[ RATCHET ] & [ FEMME!READER ]

[ ratchet & human!femme!freshmen!reader ] + [ platonic ]

READER INTRO

You were a timid and cheerful freshmen that starred in the medical and scientific subjects. Curious about the newest things and willing to try new experiences knowing it could either be deathly or a cake-walk.

HEADCANONS

- The way you met Ratchet was somewhat strange. You were walking home from school and you saw an empty and vacant ambulance. This never happens and you knew this so you went to investigate. Once you hopped into the passenger seat, you looked around in curiosity, unaware of the consequences. Ratchet was having a bad day and did not want you to play with his buttons today. He drove off immediately to the base and dropped you off outside of it.

- Introducing himself as a Cybertronian was pretty hard. You were extremely afraid of him and he did not have the patience. Eventually you both got along and realised that you’ll be dealing with Transformer adventures and Medical school at once, great. Luckily you were assigned to partner up with Ratchet so at-least you guys somewhat knew each-other

- When you met everybody, Raph and June stood out.

- You and Raph were both really smart and related to one another because of both of your schedule problems. You both struggled balancing good grades and transformer duties due to them both being extremely important. You enjoyed how smart Raph was in Sciences and you both would share some new info to one another, it kinda scared Miko and she started calling it ‘Nerd Talk’.

- June was a nurse for your town and you knew her beforehand. Before you have met the crew, you went to June oftenly to ask for tips and information about the medical field. Your questions were definitely creative and it always had June thinking, this made you stand out to June so she remembered you too. Now that you two were gonna see each other more often, you can ask more questions!

- Ratchet isn’t the type to praise or compliment others directly but he knew that you knew that he was proud of you. He would listen to you cheer in happiness because you passed a class with flying colours. If he could during alt-mode, he’d just smile.

- Just like how Ratchet taught Raph, he will teach you. He has seen you exceed in the medical subjects for humans but he wanted you to push further into Cybertronian. He thought it would be pretty simple since he is a Cybertronian himself but he underestimated how annoying it would be. Learning about a whole new subject that related to engineering and Cybertronians was a bust. You had no motivation to try and it was merely too much for you to handle. Ratchet was disappointed but it was fair.

- You walked home often but every once-in-a-while Ratchet is willing to drop you off instead. This is pretty out of character for him but he thought that it would be best to get along with you and to talk to you as much as possible. Because of this, you guys got pretty close as friends. Your friends thought it was pretty cool but strange that you were being driven by an emergency vehicle and your parents always questioned themselves about Ratchet.

- You were extremely committed to your role as the doctor, always cheering the kids on when they leave for an adventure and checking on them after adventures. When June isn’t here (which is often due to her busy schedule) you replace her spot. You're still learning but this was an amazing way to get experience.

[hollyhomburg]

Prey Animals (6)

—  Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Reader x agust d, Bts x reader,

—  Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, enemies to friends to lovers, Healing & Themes of trauma,

—  Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

—  Words: 4.7k

—  Warnings: Suspense, Death, Murder, Poisoning, Angst, Organized crime, Brief body horror, References to violence

—  Check in at the end for my notes on this chapter! — 

Apparently, they’d been found together in the house. Both of them dead side by side.

The Don had passed first and the beta second. Mumbling something, brain scrambled from an aneurism or worse. Their deaths too close together to not be suspicious. Not to be caused.

But then again, the Beta and the Don had always been close. Close enough to die on the same day.

It’s strange for many of them to think of a beta loving someone so much that they’d stay in one place for a year- let alone the 40 that the last Don’s partner had stayed. Being romantically involved with the Don isn’t a requirement of the beta (and thank God for that) their romance although fruitless and without children, had been a natural progression of spending countless hours together.

Yoongi can only hope that the next Don he’ll choose will not require as much attention from him. 

Yoongi knows exactly what it feels like to love someone enough that society’s expectations are only a backdrop. Yoongi knew the beta well, and that weekend- he mourns her just as much as he mourned his parents.

Many in the family think them dying so close to each other is a little bit too fortuitous to be entirely accidental or age. The shadow of an unseen threat hangs in the balance. Murdered or dead, what does it matter? The effect is the same.

There is no Don right now. There is only Yoongi. And the decision of who will inherit the criminal empire lies solely on his shoulders. 

The rules of secession are simple and laid out in terms that the families do not argue with; to be eligible a contender must have direct lineage from one of the founding families.

A head of house is preferred for the role but not required. No adopted members or outsiders. Older than 20 but younger than 55 because the fewer changes of power the better. If they kept merely picking the eldest, the Don would die and change once or twice every decade and that’s too often for the kind of stability required by the family.

No Omegas or Betas either. The Don can only be an Alpha. 

Yoongi will choose the successor by himself. There will be no changing and recanting once he’s made his choice. Although bribery and bargaining are still on the table. He’ll have 120 days from the funeral to make his choice and during that time a moratorium is placed on all major decisions in regard to marriage, deaths, engagement, and alliances. None of the families’ assassins will be called for hits and there will be no naming of any newborn pups in the time being.

And if by chance Yoongi dies before the next Don is chosen, it would come down to a vote between the 12 heads of house.

~-~

(You and Yoongi. 115 days before).

Yoongi doesn’t meet you at the funeral, although he’s sure you must have been there.

Months later he’ll think back to if he saw you and decide that he didn’t because you hadn’t wanted to be noticed. You’d have probably made yourself small for it- sunk into the shadows where you’d avoid detection and suspicion to watch the masses like a teeming anthill. Perhaps you’d turned your gaze skyward towards the end just as he had, to beg for a savior in the vaulted ceiling above.

He doesn’t meet you at the funeral- but at the next family dinner the following Saturday. The meal offers no salvation or satiation. Nothing that either of you are looking for.

Both of you meet hungry.

The family has given him his own personal driver to ferry Yoongi in between his hotel and the various family meetings in the week following the funeral. He’ll only be staying at the hotel for a few more nights until the beta’s residence has been cleared out for him.

During that week Yoongi meets with each of the heads of house personally and privately to re-learn the names of their eligible alphas. He leaves his own brother for last. To make him nervous- or to save the best. Geumjae can choose what narrative he wants.

All he can think about during the drive to the Don’s house is that it’s all terribly predictable that Geumjae wants this. That he wants the throne.

Thinking back on it- what didn’t he want growing up? More candy and the more desert. More toys and more presents on his birthday. More and more and more. The fastest car and the most lethal gun. What wasn’t he entitled too as his father’s heir and the default favorite?

Just like back then- Geumjae is the default here. Choosing him wouldn’t alarm anyone- he might not even be the worst choice in the eyes of the heads of house. Few have shown themselves to be as ruthless and even fewer have taken the family to greater heights than Geumjae has taken the Min family too.

Geumjae isn’t just a good pick, he’s the expected one.

Yoongi doesn’t like the way that the expectations feel, how they worm their way under his skin. Geumjae is an eligible alpha, it’s only natural that he’d want the power and money awarded to the Don’s position.  

His threats from the other night bounce around the inside of Yoongi’s head. He can’t forget them; what Geumjae insinuated.

The idea of his pack getting caught up in all of this makes his blood run cold. Survival is a particular drug, and Yoongi feels it block out all of his love for them- the memory of them, all his little wants and concerns boiling down to abject horror at what Geumjae insinuated the other night. The pack’s survival is the one thing Yoongi cares about, it falls even above his own.

If Yoongi has to make the choice, it will be easy.

The next Don won’t be chosen for the next 120 days as is tradition. What he should do is live out the 120 days, name Geumjae Don and then high tail it out of here. Geumjae might be so thankful that he lets Yoongi go without comment. Maybe he could barter the position with the condition that Yoongi was allowed to go and leave this all behind. A life for an empire. It seems like a fair trade.

Maybe then he could get back to the pack before Christmas.

He checks his phone again for the dozenth time this week. The packs texts have grown more and more worried. Yoongi spends so much of his time looking down at his phone, finger hovering over the call button. Unable to pull the trigger. It’s too much of a risk, even texting them could turn curious eyes in their direction.

Jimin (5:34pm): Do you need help? Just say yes and I’ll find you. Hyung please, just let us know if you’re alright.

He has to act carefully- deliberate. Maybe he’ll call Namjoon and tell him he’d be gone for a few more weeks than he thought, maybe he shouldn’t risk even that. Even that might put them at risk.

Yoongi has 120 days to make sure that the pack don’t get caught up in this, 120 days before he can text them, before he can go home and hope that they’ll forgive him. He doesn’t know what story he’ll tell them or how he’ll justify it. I was hurt, I was in a coma, I couldn’t text you, I was stuck halfway in a ditch. I just lost track of time.

But the real justification, the truth, is something he’ll need to take to his grave.

Until the Don is decided, Yoongi’s the one who will govern the affairs of the family.

There will be no death and no punishments, A time for everyone to gather and mourn and talk about what needs to be done, each voice heard in equal measure. It’s his job as the only beta left to make sure the family doesn’t fall prey to infighting while the next leader is being chosen.

Although the past Don’s house will sit vacant until the next is chosen, they still have family dinners there.

The general rule is that one member of each house should be in attendance every week, there could be more- but there are rarely more than 40 people at the table. Not many of them are in possession of large enough houses to fit their group though Yoongi’s sure half of them are preparing their mansions. To have these meetings on their own turf might give them an advantage. They’re willing to try anything that might give them an edge.

The Don’s compound is neutral ground and yet, a reminder with its sprawling decadent expanse and gardens of what they all stand to gain if they convince Yoongi to choose their sons or daughters.

With its many tiers built into a hill and hidden by high walls, the expansive rooftop gardens guard well-lit doorways and ample balconies of the Don’s residence. The roses at the front have few blooms, mostly just sharp green leaves, this late in the year most things are dying and few are growing.

A Jacko lanterns sits at the bottom of the stairs, carved with a gruesome grimace. The long marble steps are wide enough that a dozen people could ascend at the same time. But Yoongi still hears the hissed protest from one of the elders. They shrivel their nose at it, their scent is so dull with age that Yoongi can’t tell if they used to be an alpha or an omega. 

“American traditions should have no place at our table.”

Yoongi wishes they’d give it a rest. Or at least speak in English, his Korean is rusty.

The heads of the family are done up in their finest suits and gowns, all black. But the logos that glimmer and fine tailoring betray the price of their adornments. It will be a little while before anyone feels comfortable wearing any color. He makes his rounds, saying hello and embracing people whose names he can hardly remember. Wishing condolences and congratulations with equal fervor. And endlessly repeating “I’ve made no decision yet” to anyone who dares even hint at wondering who he’s going to name Don.  

Yoongi almost forgot what the mansion looked like it’s been years since he last set foot here. The roman columns glitter in candlelight. The candied persimmons from last season lie in heaps around an altar with the Don and Betas face displayed large. Hundreds of candles dance in the breeze as each house pays their respect and passes. The incense stings Yoongi’s nose but the cold marble floors and sparce decorations are the same as he remembers. The usually fragrant trees in the entryway sit barren of both fruit and blooms.

But there is one person who lingers at the altar, more still than a statue and avoided like the plague.

Yoongi falls into step next to the women and stays quiet.

Mating marks are a dangerous game, a dangerous promise that thankfully Yoongi will be omitted from- because beta’s don’t mate. A bite to the scent gland on the throat- a bite anywhere really, that binds your life to another person’s for eternity.

Yoongi smiles at Mrs. Zhang, the omega of the late head of the house for that same family name. She has glassy eyes but a kind face, and before her husband died, she was one of the omega’s who regardless of family or status, would always drag the pups in for a treat in exchange for a bit of obedience and help folding dumplings.

But she gives no response to him now. Nothing at all that shows she’s reciprocated his kindness or even realized there is another human being beside her. Yoongi knows that her son has taken to bringing her to these family dinners because he feels like it reminds her of better times. Brings her closer to the surface. But part of Mrs. Zhang will always remain with her mate, part of her will always remain dead and there’s no bringing it back.

To lose your mate is to become a ghost- that’s what they’re called, both with insult and with ignobility. The alpha’s and omega’s who lose their bonded partners either die or turn into these specters.  Around 75% of living mates die after their partner passes, it’s not always instant. They’re not really in the clear until a year or so after.

And then there’s the mating marks, and what happens to them.

Yoongi knows he’s staring at it but honestly, he doesn’t think Mrs. Zhang even notices he’s looking. The mark on the side of her throat is pitch black, the skin the color of charcoal or poison. Two small circles that have branded themselves into the side of her throat forever. Thin black tracery stains everywhere, following her veins. Tracing all the way up her neck and across part of her face. Even touching her eye, staining the whites of it dark and hazy.

The color changed associated with ones mate dying has always creeped Yoongi out. The marks, usually silvery or small and pink when fresh, go black as death once it’s happened. It always reminded Yoongi of a cheesy zombie movie (that’s where zombie movies came from after all).

Yoongi alerts one of his cousins on the Zhang side of the family tree, and heads inside without making sure that Mrs. Zhang has been properly cajoled back into her wheelchair.

Even back when he still lived in this city- he was still much more used to the beta’s headquarters than this limestone monstrosity. He knows that the Don rarely slept in this house. It exists for one reason and one reason only.

Appearances.

Appearances are important. It’s evident in the decadent spread on the table. Family dinners are usually prepared by one of the aunties or elders, always an omega. Cooking for everyone is not something the younger family members are usually allowed to do- a point of pride and so terribly sexist that Yoongi can feel Seokjin roll his eyes from a world away.

He can almost hear Seokjin’s voice. He’d certainly have more indelicate things to say about the omega’s sitting around the long table. Each one is perfectly poised at their alpha’s side- but near uniform. Black dresses, red lipstick, hair pulled back into a low bun or ponytail. Not a hair out of place.

All but one. One omega does not have their hair pulled back. At least not entirely, shorter face framing pieces hide your cheekbones.

Yoongi’s eyes do not hover on you.

Although this dinner might have been cooked by the grannies and other trusted omegas, this one is catered by a small staff. Yoongi takes distant note of which family members thank the butlers in their suit coats and which ones make them spill their punch for a laugh.

Your hair falls loose around your face, hiding the way your eyes dart from person to person and Yoongi spies more than one of the elders eyeing you with distaste. It’s hard to find an excuse to look at you, a few people to his left.

You’re at Geumjae’s side, carefully poised, not a finger out of place as you smile and answer the questions asked to you politely- never instigating a conversation with another soul at the table. Picking at your food.

You’re his brother’s new omega wife. The fact that Yoongi never attended the wedding is something he’s teased about but no one really minds. It’s chalked up to his flightiness as a beta. You know how they are- said sagely with a smile, chagrined understanding that does not comfort Yoongi.

He’d always wondered which woman his brother had married, and now confronted with you. He finds himself curious.

It’s dangerous to be curious.

You might be married to Geumjae, but that doesn’t mean you’re a head of house like the other wives. You’re an outsider. Married in. A generation ago, it would have been a scandal. You’ll always be treated with a little bit of reluctance and a little bit of spite. You’re not related to any of them by blood, and that makes you a liability. A risk not all of them are willing to take. 

It doesn’t help that you’re the youngest omega at the table by a few years. You look a little too young- both to be here and by Geumjae’s side. You can’t be much older than Jongho. The wolves at the table eye you like you could be easy prey. 

Yoongi knows you are easy prey.

At first, you’re unremarkable- if not for the gentle sweet scent that flicks across Yoongi’s nose, something refreshing that Yoongi can’t place. It’s something that makes him instantly miss his Seokjin and Jungkook back home. The yearning for them lighting little sparks of heat on his cheeks. Yoongi tells himself that’s the only reason why he finds his eyes hovering on you.

Throughout the whole evening, you stick close to your husband’s side as a good omega should. One of the grannies praises you for knowing your place. Yoongi rolls his eyes internally at that. Gender roles are more strictly enforced within older packs and Yoongi grew up with this, but it’s still nauseating.  

Not all couples wear mating marks and neither do either of you yet. Yoongi notices that there is little on your neck besides a gaudy diamond necklace. So thick it almost looks like a collar. A little tacky. He wonders if you chose it or if Geumjae did.

Geumjae takes it off when one of the grannies asks to look at your unmarked neck, teasing, making sure you’re not hiding a mating mark under there. “The grannies like to look,” someone giggles, In Korean.

Yoongi doesn’t have to wonder if you know Korean because you hardly have any response when someone else replies. “Why? She’s hardly pretty. I don’t get what all the fuss is. It’s a shame really, that Jae ended up with such a wife.”

Moonbyul and her omega is here, her hair pinned back, short enough that she can’t put it in a bun but still tamed. It takes Yoongi a second to remember her name- Hyejin. 

Hyejin snaps at the other omega, “That reeks strongly of jealousy.”

“Your crow’s feet are showing.”

Hyejin scoffs, “You wish.” She answers, in English. Yoongi watches you turn, watches as Moonbyul’s omega looks at you blatantly and you exchange a look.  Your eyes dart back to your plate just as quickly.

Yoongi almost says something. Almost.

You stay utterly still when Geumjae leans to peck at your throat. But Yoongi catches your nostrils flaring ever so slightly.

Getting marked is more binding than a marriage pact- it’s agreeing to share your soul with someone. To intertwine your life with theirs’s. Which is why most people in the family choose to have mating marks- especially if they commit to bringing in an outsider. You can’t snitch on someone who can smell when you’re lying; you can’t kill someone who dies if you do. One of Yoongi’s female cousins asks you when you’ll do it, and you admit- sounding a little too relieved to escape notice- that you’ve decided to wait until your next heat to solidify the mating.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything but eat his meal and observe the way that Geumjae sets your diamond necklace across his thigh. Jongho sits at the other end of the table. And he’s distracted momentarily by the same elder from earlier who complained about the carved pumpkins telling off one of the staff for serving steak that’s medium rare and not rare.

Jongho cringes, and then their voices raise, alerting Yoongi to his plight.

“Don’t you know real alphas eat their meat raw,” she hisses, the youthful waiter apologizes. Holding a tray Infront of his midriff like it might guard his internal organs from her ire. “In my day we’d have taken your fingers for this.”

Geumjae grins next to Yoongi, laughing at how the waiter looks like he’s close to pissing his pants.

“They would not have.”

Yoongi ignores the way that the conversation quiets and the table falls silent. The same way he ignores the way that every face turns to look at him.

The elder splutters. They’re clearly not used to being interrupted, not used to being told off. And why would they be? Only Yoongi would dare, only Yoongi has the right to cajole and corral all of these people here.

Yoongi takes another bite. You put down your glass of wine, the red liquid in the glass sloshing. He watches you from the corner of his eye.  

“Yes, they would have.” It feels like bickering with a child so Yoongi chews slow, letting the table grow more and more quiet. More and more anxious.

“Do you really want to disagree with me?” he keeps his voice flat, lets the threat of the unknown linger. They can interpret his mask as they want, the level way he speaks, and interpret it as a threat without it actually being one. Yoongi takes great pains to gesture with his fork and not his knife. “You’re always going on about how the younger generation has no manners, why don’t you give us a demonstration and apologize.”

“I’m not apologizing to a fucking omega.”

Yoongi puts his fork down. And raises his eyebrow.

Jongho puts a hand on the table. “I agree with hyung, you should apologize.”

The hyung rings out, and suddenly the rest of the table is clambering to agree with Yoongi, following in Jongho’s footsteps. Calling Yoongi hyung sends a very particular message. Yoongi knows better, Jongho is just as cunning as Yoongi suspected.

The apology falls from the elder’s mouth after another breath. The waiter bows, accepts it, and walks back to the kitchen. Yoongi doesn’t see him for the rest of the evening. Yoongi goes back to observing the table. Dragged into meaningless conversation after meaningless conversation and the moment dissipates.

Yoongi doesn’t miss the way that Geumjae’s fingers dig into your neck, arm around your shoulder. Or the way that he can see faint bruises on your wrists when your sleeve falls down. Hidden partially by a set of thick gold bracelets. A gift from Geumjae you say when Yoongi compliments them.

Yoongi doesn’t say that they look more like shackles than anything else.

You meet his eyes over the table and your gaze quickly flickers away. Your attention is as fickle as a butterfly in a garden full of thorned roses. Prey animals have attention that goes all the way around- to keep an eye out for predators.

Your eyes hover on him longest. And Yoongi cannot help but feel like you’re assessing a new potential threat.

Yoongi has his suspicions already- and he’s only had one meal with you.

Which is why he compliments the bracelets. Yoongi knows how to be delicate. “Maybe you could show me where to find something like them,” he comments idly, talking to omegas about trinkets isn’t suspicious.

The other omegas sat at the table are dressed like a bunch of haughty crows, bespeckled with enough diamonds to put a jewelry store out of business. They eye Yoongi like he might be something shiny.  

“I think my omegas might like them something like that.”

They all know he has a pack, why should he hide it? Why shouldn’t he say it? Maybe it will stop the haughty omega across the table from preening, from looking at him like Yoongi’s his next meal. His fingers tap against the low v of his neckline, showing more with every twitch of his fingers. Tilting his neck to show his scent gland, his unmarked neck, His Delicately curly hair and a blotted lip is pretty, all but Simpering in his direction.

It’s a lie- both Jungkook and Seokjin hate heavy jewelry. Beyond the occasional studs or the hoops that Jungkook rarely ever takes out. Yoongi’s not really sure why he asks, why he offers to get you alone, why you look at him warily.

Maybe you suspect that Yoongi is like his brother. They look similar enough- almost twins in the right light. The only thing that really makes them look different is the scar that crosses Geumjae’s eye. You glance over at Geumjae and wait for his small nod of approval before you agree to his invitation.

You’re his sister-in-law for Christ’s sake. He should get to know you a little especially since you’re a part of the family now. Yoongi knows from experience how daunting this can be.  How overwhelming the family is.

Reluctantly, he has to admit that there are things about Geumjae that he wants to figure out.

Yoongi wonders why he feels like he’s justifying it.

~-~

The end of the dinner does not go entirely without conquest.

The family is fat and happy and tired from the meal, dotting mouths and taking mints and cocaine lines in the drawing room after tea and coffee. Yoongi declines some but Geumjae doesn’t. He watches as your husband leans in, pecks you on your still bare throat.

“Wait for me at home. Don’t sleep.”

You nod and exit with barely more than a look in his direction. Your eyes slide over Yoongi and everyone else like water sliding over glass.

Yoongi aims to follow. Aims to officially meet you but gets dragged into another conversation just before the stairs. You are down the steps already, waiting two steps from the bottom for the valet to bring your car around. Your breath mists in the cold fall air, a thick dark fur wrapped around your shoulders, but you shiver anyway. Yoongi bids his farewell to the others and goes after you.

Yoongi spends his descent observing you.

Yoongi watches as you reach up and tug your hair out of the bun and let it fall around your shoulders. Slowing when he descends to spend another second looking. The woman was definitely lying earlier when they called her ugly, a voice that sounds suspiciously like Seokjin says in his ear.

Jungkook’s chimes in too, if I’m model pretty and Jinnie is statue pretty then she’s like, fairy pretty or something.

Yoongi wonders if you’d have dared to do that if Geumjae was next to you. The breeze tickles your loose locks, picked up by the wind. His expensive shoes clack against the stairs. But no sooner is he nearing you than a commotion begins behind him and Yoongi turns.

It’s Jongho, it happens so quickly that Yoongi can hardly piece together what he’s seeing.

His father is trying to hold him up, but he can’t quite as he starts to teeter and fall. Jongho’s knees hit the marble steps with a loud crack, and he collapses clutching at his throat and spluttering for breath. His face goes red then purple, eyes bloodshot and bulging. Foam frothing at his mouth. It only takes a few seconds, and Yoongi finds himself jerking forward in his direction. But it’s too late.

Choi senior howls from the steps clutching at his son while he dies.

Yoongi’s heart thuds in his ears as the family surrounds the two of them, calling for the staff, for the doctor but it’s too late. By the end of it Jongho is sprawled on the steps looking up at the cloudy sky. There is blood vessels burst in his eyes red bleeds from the iris out. Yoongi is holding his shoulders but there’s nothing really that he can do.

The staff rush forward but there’s nothing to be done he twitches and falls still. “My son! Someone help my son!” Yoongi tries not to vomit all over the steps as Choi Senior pushes the rest away, nocking someone back into him.

The omegas are off to the side in a gaggle, gasping and clinging to each other, one of them leans close to the other.

“Isn’t it against family laws to take out a hit on someone during the morning period?”

“It is, do you think someone will be punished?”

“I hope it’s not my alpha.”

“Same.”  

I’m being punished Yoongi thinks, letting Choi senior clutch at him. Letting him sob into the beta’s arms under the indifferent eyes of everyone around, their muttering. Someone asks what they should do with the body. “We must find who did this we must-” Yoongi nods and grips his hand. Trying not to spill his dinner.

When Yoongi turns to look back at you. Your car has already started to pull away from the steps. Your face hidden from view by the tinted window.

~-~

(Read the first Version of this story Here)

Notes:

-I went back and added the section so that we see someone with a dead mating mark so that we have CONTEXT honestly a god tier level thought. I feel like this rounds out that part of the story so well.

- Once again I’m hoping that people understand my weird formatting. If something is said in italics that means it’s in Korean! If it’s not mentioned over the phone or in a text message. Basically, my thought process is that things that are said out of the normal guise of conversation- or communicated in a way that is atypical, as a thought or apart of someone’s internal monologue then it should be italicized.

- SPOILERS- there’s something about reading this section where she’s sat at the table with the knowledge that she killed the last don and the beta, that makes all the things the others are saying/thinking about her so fucking funny like she really played them all! She did that! like fuck! reading Yoongi call her easy prey and knowing that he’s severely underestimating her is so- wow I really wrote this!

- Yoongi is lowkey really funny when he’s like ‘I’m being punished’ listening to the people be calloused about the death.

[cyanide-latte]

Profile: Wei Xinyi

Art by @tixdixl (left) and @rocky-road-art (right)

Species: Human

Gender and pronouns: Bigender and gender fluid, prefers they/them but accepts he/him and she/her

Arcane Academy: graduated from a smaller, private mage school in the Land of the Red Dragon

Unique Magic: “Girl Worth Fighting For” - as Xinyi is AMAB and developed their UM during their journey of understanding their own complex gender, their spell allows them to change into a female form for an extended period of time, often having a greater degree of positive influence on the people they interact with, more physical grace and a shift in their speed, reach and prowess in combat

Career/Future: one of the chanyu of the territory of Bàoyìng, co-leading alongside their cousin Wei Renqiao and their uncle Wei Gang

Floyd nickname: Ribbon Eel

Rook nickname: Monsieur beauté mortelle (this one is subject to change, I go back and forth on it)

Twisted from: Fa Mulan (Mulan, 1998)

Additional notes:

Chronically clumsy since childhood, often underestimating their own strength. Training in traditional dance and practicing presenting feminine allowed them to gain better control over this and overcome the clumsiness, though sometimes they still slip up.

Never felt happy in presenting solely masculine, and felt they would never be a perfect heir or a perfect son to their parents. Exploring their gender and understanding who they are did bring them joy, but at the cost of being disowned by their parents and all but one of their sisters.

Taken in by their youngest Uncle Wei Gang, and have been learning the duties of leadership since then. They also consider their younger cousin Ren like a brother, often calling him "Ren-dìdì."

Wishes to expand Bàoyìng's connections with peoples beyond the Land of the Red Dragon, without having the Imperial Capital monitoring and controlling the territory's every move.

Extroverted and very people-oriented.

Visits NRC frequently to check on Ren and interact with the students there.

Carries numerous silk fans of varying design, each with at least one (if not more) magestones set in the frame, allowing them to be used as magical conduits and mage weapons.

In a fic I wrote (which I may post later,) Xinyi is finally acknowledged as being ready to truly be chanyu when they are visited by a qilin, who offers them a single wish and shares a secret with them.

History of bad past romances, with partners often rejecting them upon learning they aren't AFAB. As a result this has led to Xinyi rarely using their UM these days, and they are hesitant about romance...but there IS a guy ready to heal their heart. (see below)

Shipped with my other OC, Chrysanthos 'Chrys' Shroud, elder cousin of Idia and Ortho.

(reminder to self to drop links here eventually)

Taglist: @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @winterweary

@distant-velleity @rainesol @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @twst-migraine

@jovieinramshackle @the-trinket-witch @treydia (DM me if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist for my TWST OCs stuff)

[freyadragonlord]

How do I explain how married Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunje are in the post-epilogue Side Stories without sounding like I am exaggerating or making things up...

[svtskneecaps]

see everyone worried and fretted and panicked and yet quesadilla island looked at pepito and went

[freebooter4ever]

I miss having roommates who were also friends ;_; im tired of coming home alone

[biillys]

yo merry christmas i'm thinking about christmas at the hargrove-mayfield's house throughout the years

wanna think about their first christmas together as a family, maybe before neil and susan even got married, or maybe just after. wanna think about what susan got billy for that first december 25th that they knew each other and what neil bought for max. did neil just pass that duty off to susan and stick his name on the from: section of the gift tag or did he put effort in and actually go to the shops and try and find something, specifically for his new step-daughter.

wanna think about the following few christmas' in california where billy never heard from his mom, never even got a fucking christmas card, but max heard from her dad; spending the time between christmas breakfast and christmas lunch on the phone, thanking him for the present he sent in the mail. wanna think about susan listening in, hearing her ex sounding distant and barely focused, agreeing with everything their daughter says, and biting her tongue; half relieved max hasn't picked up on the fact that sam's handwriting and her own is exactly the same, and half mad that sam's willing to take the credit without even blinking.

wanna think about their last christmas in california where they don't even realise it's their last one there; billy hitting his stride in being the worlds moodiest and most hard done by teenager, max following quick in his footsteps. wanna think about how all the gifts hand-picked by susan would be too lame and embarrassing to be thankful for, both kids screwing their nose up at most presents. maybe billy and max exchanging small gifts that christmas becos they haven't been at each others throats all year, only some, and susan thought it would be nice.

wanna think about their first christmas in hawkins, with things still so messy and uncomfortable and rough, but somehow settling into it like it's their new normal. wanna think about it being cold as fuck, none of them prepared for hawkins winters, and everyone walking on eggshells around each other and pretending it's fine. wanna think about max growing up and officially moving into her teenage years and billy counting down the days until he leaves them, adulthood so close yet still so fucking far. wanna think about them all sitting down for christmas dinner and billy barely being acknowledged, things still so tense even though it's been almost two months since everything went to shit, and max forcing out answers every time susan tries to keep the conversation flowing, her doing her best to carry the christmas spirit.

wanna think about a world where there's no living nightmares, no government conspiracies, and no death, but billy still spirals out of control anyway, feeling trapped and cornered in an unfamiliar town with unfamiliar people, his only solution to lash out and fight, anger and violence and distrust being all he knows. wanna think about max coming to the realisation that there's bigger monsters than her asshole step-brother, that maybe billy isn't the start of everyone's problems, just always somehow the end of them. want her to trace the line back to the source and realise neither of them ever stood a fucking chance.

wanna think about a christmas where billy's eighteen and max is fifteen, and they still live on cherry lane, and neil still fucking sucks, and susan still fucking tries, and everything's still awkward, the four of them never quite becoming the family unit their parents try to pretend them to be, but maybe billy and max get along these days, in a way they never could when they were younger, them going from being against each other to realising it's team up or be picked apart.

max gives him a present she saved up for for months, maybe as they're all going to bed, and billy raises an eyebrow at her before sighing and unwrapping it, still too fucking stubborn to be able to say thank you, but somehow brave enough to reach a hand into his room and grab out a present he got for her, and it's unwrapped cos he hasn't wrapped a present since his mom left, so max does her little sister duty and tells him she loves the wrapping and effort he put into it, before actually looking at what he got her, and he walks into his room and closes the door before she can even acknowledge it for the gift it is.

wanna think about billy eventually moving out, but not making it far; too fucking broke to live out his dreams of going home. wanna think about neil clapping him on the back on moving day and telling him he's done good, that this is what growing up is. graduating school, getting a job, moving out, providing for yourself. that's what makes a man. that it was rough there for a while, and he was worried, but he's glad to see his son's shaped up and straightened out finally, thanks to his solid parenting. wanna think about billy having no idea how to react, thinking that's the closest he'll ever get to his dad saying he's proud of him. wanna think about max helping him move and helping him chose a couch, claiming it has to be comfortable enough to sleep on when she crashes there on school breaks. want billy to tell her to get fucked, but buy the couch she picked out anyway.

wanna think about his first christmas out of home, and how how he probably feels indifferent about it at best, and pain about it at worst. christmas was never like the movies growing up, no matter how much susan tried, so it's not like being alone and having no decorations or presents is going to hurt, but he has enough memories of his mum, and a few moments over the years from when max and susan tried, and there's such a build up and fucking atmosphere about it all in hawkins that he can't escape it even if he tried, and he's starting to realise maybe he's really fucking lonely.

wanna think about neil calling him up and billy answering, cos now that they don't live in the same house and billy's finally taking responsibility for his own life, neil's like a whole new person. he wants to do father-son shit like talk about cars, offer advice about fixing the kitchen sink, tell him when to hire someone to fix something and when you should be able to fix something yourself, wants to watch sports games and crack open a beer on a saturday afternoon, and billy makes up reasons to say no most of the time, but sometimes he caves and says yes, cos there's a small part of him that's always wanted this. wanna think about neil calling and asking billy when he's coming over for christmas, saying that susan's cooking his favourite. wanna think about billy not even knowing what his favourite is, but saying he'll be at breakfast by 7:30am before he can stop himself.

wanna think about billy staying 'til afternoon and max raising an eyebrow at him, muttering don't you have a home to go to? while they clean up after lunch, but then neil offers him a beer, so he ignores her, and listens when his dad says he's welcome to stay for dinner, too. wanna think about billy and max smoking a joint out the back while their parents end the day with a christmas movie, and max turns to him and asks him what neil's deal is these days, and billy shrugs her off, too stubborn to look at it all too closely.

wanna think about billy pulling some money out of his wallet cos he has some now, and he didn't have time to get a present, too busy working overtime, but he has cash, so that'll do. wanna think about max handing him a new zippo, then somehow unearthing a whole-ass wrapped present, and when he opens it, it's a set of cheap fake glass cups, becos billy doesn't have any yet and every time she comes over she has to drink something either directly from the bottle in the fridge or remember her own drink bottle, and it's a housewarming gift, asshole, and this isn't my house, billy thinks, this isn't my fucking home, but it's also all he's got, so he finds a place for them in the cupboard above the sink, and max hunts them down the next time she's over first thing.

wanna think about christmas' in their future, when max moves out, when they're in their 20's and 30's, maybe billy keeps coming home, finding an uneasy peace with his dad reserved for special occasions only, the only few times of the year he's willing to lie to himself and pretend things were never as bad as his memories made them out to be, or maybe everything eventually crumbles, and billy finally gets to put some real distance between them, and finally then, he can breathe and stop pretending.

maybe max continues going, her seeing her mom try and so she puts in the effort to try as well, and maybe that works for a while, maybe even a lifetime, but maybe it doesn't, and by the time both her and billy are closer to 30 than 20, the only family they see on christmas is each other, and billy never wraps her presents, and max only gets him practical things, and they drink and bitch most of the time, but it's so much easier to exist in each others space when they don't have to act and pretend and play parts.

[nb-and-nd]

just gonna leave this here, this is a part of an addition I made to another post but I feel like it's relevant here too

I regret to inform you the middle class insecurity industry has now given us the concept of "microcheating", which is when your husband talks to people or has friends

[homunculus-argument]

Have you ever thought of something in your own worldbuilding that you didn't intentionally plan, but just connect the dots afterwards like "wait, that actually checks out"?

Like in the story of the Book I Am Not Working On, there's the fisher folk. They don't fish, actually, they live in diaspora and nobody really knows why they're called that, anymore. They're more known for their numerous, strict and often seemingly random and nonsensical ritual purity rules, and stereotypically having absurdly large numbers of children. The twist is, they don't actually have more children than any other peoples of the Empire, their purity rules just ensure that they maintain higher levels of physical hygiene in everything to do with childbirth and handling infants - and therefore have a lower infant mortality than other peoples.

The "why do these people have huge families" thing also had another side: Fetishisation. The fisher folk's purity rules also involve no sex outside of marriage, and there's a myth on top of the stereotype that the reason why they seem to have a massive amount of kids is because their husbands are so good in bed that their wives cannot turn them down even if they're 100% done having kids. And since fisher folk do not have sexual relations outside of marriage, no outsider has had enough fisher dick to verify this.

But while they are loyal to partners, they are also polygamous, both ways around. A perfectly normal fisher marriage arrangement may feature a man and his two wives, and his second wife's first husband. One household may cover seven married partners, and all their mutual children. It's considered taboo to pry into which kids are "really" whose, paternity is unknowable and unless you were close enough to the family to know which one of the wives gave birth, the biological mother is none of your business either. Every partner in the marriage is equally a parent to each child born within it.

And this is where my own "wait hold on" comes in. Besides the lower mortality, the illusion of fishers having insane amounts of kids may also partially come from the way their families are structured. If you've just met a group of five people you don't know anything about, and they all claim that they have nine children each, it wouldn't cross your mind that they might all be claiming the same nine children.

[philosophicallie]

my vitriolic hate for the parentals only grows btw. everything i overhear is in fact a big fat negative in our relationship

[yundeob]

A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

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I’m kinda curious as to how the batboys would react with a partner that randomly compliments them (like really sweet and sappy things too, “you’re so pretty, I love how smart your are, you’re perfect,” etc.) + refers to them as Boyfriend, no name, just Boyfriend

Like the reader would be all “hey! This is Boyfriend,” while holding onto him.

Ahhh, I love this concept!! (I only did part of it, but please let me know if you want the other part!)

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Bruce: Would be very confused at first because he's always used to his partners introducing him as Bruce Wayne. And he always knew they did it so people realized their partner was dating a billionaire. He'd expect it from you, like with everyone, but then you simply introduced him as your boyfriend. Alright, that was strange. He assumed it was because it was just your coworkers he met and you didn't care much what they thought. Then it happened with your friends and your parents and each time you introduced him to someone, not as Bruce Wayne the billionaire, but simply your boyfriend, he felt his heart clench a little. His wealth or status hadn't won your heart, he had.

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Dick: When you don't introduce him by his name the first time he meets your friends, he says nothing about it. He assumes it was a one off. But no. You kept calling him that, barely saying his name at all, if ever. It was always "Oh, my boyfriend likes that restaurant too!" And "Actually, my boyfriend has an early day tomorrow, we'll pass." He soon realized it was your own subtle jealousy showing. You called him your boyfriend every chance you got because you didn't want a single one of your friends looking at him for too long, let alone any strangers getting the idea they had a chance. He was a bit proud, honestly. He found it adorable how you'd drag his arm around his waist to emphasize your point.

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Jason: He feared love more than anything. It terrified him to give his heart to someone when it felt so fragile he thought if it broke one more time he'd die for good. But then he gave it to you. He still felt hesitant and you knew that. Which is why you would call him your boyfriend every chance you got. You wanted him to know how much you liked people knowing who he was to you. He realized quickly that you did it for his benefit but couldn't bring himself to ask you to stop. He really liked having you say it and it made him a bit more confident in your love for him each time he realized you weren't ashamed of him.

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Tim: You do it to tease him, but he never responded in the right way whenever you did. He'd lean in as well and start referring to you only as his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner just so it was fair. He rather enjoyed the way it sounded when you called him that. He still couldn't believe you'd actually put up with him, so hearing you state so proudly that he was your boyfriend made him elated. How would it not? He knew you meant it as a dramatic, over the top joke, but he loved hearing it anyway. So much so that you both eventually stopped with the theatrics and began using it sincerely.

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(Aged up) Damian: He's a proud man, typically. With an ego far taller than him. You called him your boyfriend once before you started dating and he lost it, angry that you didn't give him the chance to ask you to be his girlfriend properly before you began using those labels. Then, you'd use it to annoy him at first. Never saying his name when you introduced him to your friends or family bugged him and you knew it, but you slowly came to enjoy it for reasons other than his frustration. He had to admit, he learned to like it after a while, too. You

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But if Batman won't adopt Danny... who will?

Starfire, and she is all over her new little brother!

Shortly after establishing the Teen Titans, Robin (Dick) introduces “Phantom” to the group, because seriously, he’s not introducing him as “Danny.”  Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret identity when you use your name in your superhero moniker.  And shows Phantom his room.

Robin’s actual goal is to get Phantom to join the Titans, but even taking short cuts through the Ghost Zone, Jump City is still a good ways away from Amity Park, and he has parents, so… It’s still a nice gesture and all, and Phantom will come visit, but no.

Still, he’s never met other teens who are heroes in their own right like he is, so he’s excited to meet Robin’s new team.  The other Titans think it’s a little weird for this not-member to have his own room in the Tower, but the place is huge, and Robin trusts him, so it’s fine.  It’s a bit awkward at first as they’re all still getting used to each other, but Phantom quickly makes friends with all of them.

But it’s his friendship with Starfire that grows first and fastest.  As soon as he finds out she’s an alien from another planet, he latches on and must know everything.  Starfire more than welcomes the attention. While she knows the Titans care for her, they’re not always… receptive to the traditions and customs of her culture. Phantom, on the other hand, is enraptured as she tells him about her culture, her holidays, the planets she’s been to, everything.

So she asks if he’d be interested in learning Tamaranean? Yes! 100%! Absolutely! Phantom picks up the language quickly and returns the favor by helping Starfire with her English. While the ability to absorb language through lips is handy, it’s by no means perfect, and Phantom helps her with things like contractions, slang, idioms, etc.

It also helps that after a couple sparring sessions with each other, Phantom and Starfire realize just how durable their partner is.  For Starfire, the people and things on Earth can be so delicate. And for Phantom, if he doesn’t watch himself and hurts a human too badly, it’s just more justification to call him an “evil ghost” that should be ripped apart molecule by molecule. Both are thrilled to finally be able to fight all out again without worrying about the consequences if they lose. And Starfire also uses it to teach Phantom some Tamaranean martial arts for aerial combat so maybe he’ll stop crashing into so many walls.

But what really changes the relationship is the Body Swap incident (not to be confused with the Freaky Friday incident). Similar to what happened with the Puppet King in Switched, Phantom and Starfire switch bodies while fighting an enemy.  Unlike what happened in Switched, Phantom and Starfire and two teen powerhouses with green energy powers triggered by emotions. And the emotional triggers they use are in the same ballpark. Starfire’s “unbridled joy of flight” to fly is very similar to how Phantom revels in the pure freedom of flight he feels. Both get angry when they use blasts. It’s very much a “if you believe in it, you can do it” kind of power set. Starfire can’t really figure out Phantom’s more ghostly abilities like invisibility or intangibility, but they very quickly adapt to each other’s shared powers on the fly during battle.  But there’s one power Starfire wants to use against the hordes of minions that Phantom won’t share the trigger for: the Ghostly Wail.  He tries to tell her it’s not a good move, that it’ll use up too much power, it should only be used as a last resort, it’ll cause too much collateral damage, etc., but Starfire wants to know, and eventually he tells her.

“T-terror… and desperation.”

Starfire rushes to give Phantom the biggest hug ever because those are such horrible feelings, and she doesn’t want to imagine what conditions must have led to him developing such a power because no one should have to feel such feelings. He is right; and that is not a power she needs to use to win this battle.  The minions are defeated, the villain is forced into a temporary retreat, and the Teen Titans return to the Tower to regroup and plan.

However, Starfire doesn’t know how to power through and hold onto Phantom’s ghostly form, and as soon as the adrenaline from the fight wears off, rings of white light spread out of her middle, and Phantom turns back into Danny in the middle of the living room.

But more importantly, everyone needs to get out of the way RIGHT NOW because while Phantom can ignore his biological needs for days, Danny can’t, and Starfire has never had to pee this badly ever in her whole life and everyone needs to MOVE, PLEASE! as she rushes into the nearest bathroom.

Phantom/Danny is now panicking, because even as an alien, he’s pretty sure she’s bound to notice that some bits of male anatomy that should be there are… missing.  He’s begging her, through the door in Tamaranean, not to tell anyone about his secret.  He’s not ready to come out yet, and he’s honestly pretty scared he’s about to lose her friendship, too.  Starfire doesn’t really care. So long as you’re a strong warrior, Tamaraneans don’t care what’s going on in someone’s pants, and she’s just relieved she didn’t have to figure out different plumbing while in his body.  Starfire opens the door.  While she knows that the people of Earth are not always as understanding, Danny need not fear her.  She will not tell anyone he's trans until he is ready to tell them himself and supports him and goes in for a hug.

Except you haven’t washed your hands; gross!  They both laugh it off, but when Starfire goes to wash her hands, the water freezes.  The cold energy in Danny’s core is building, and Starfire doesn’t know how to let it out.  They need to switch back to their own bodies soon, or Danny’s body, and Starfire, might not survive.  A little more training so Starfire can turn back into Phantom, and the Titans are ready for the final act, take down the final villain and Starfire and Phantom are back in their own bodies. 

But after that, Phantom is no longer Starfire’s friend.  Danny is her little brother, and she tells him her name is Koriand’r, or Kor’i for short.

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem Reader

Headcanon: How would he be when he's obsessed?

Note: English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

The first time Jason stepped into Wayne Manor, he looked more like a stray cat than a boy. When Bruce introduced him to you—you couldn’t help but notice the defiance in his eyes, like he expected you to reject him immediately. But instead of recoiling from his rough edges, you smiled and offered your hand. It was the first moment Jason felt truly seen.

Jason didn’t know what to do with kindness, especially not from someone who looked at him like he was worth something.

“You’re going to love it here,” you said warmly, still holding out your hand.

He didn’t take it, but he didn’t forget the gesture either. That moment rooted itself in him, and he clung to it in the months to come.

You were the first person to make him laugh in years. It started small—quiet chuckles he tried to hide—but eventually, you had him cackling so hard that tears streamed down his face.

You were unlike anyone Jason had ever met. While Bruce was the stern, brooding authority figure, you were warmth and understanding. You treated him like an equal, never pitying him for his past or scolding him for his sharp tongue. You’d sit with him during his training, patch him up after patrols, and listen to him vent about the unfairness of Gotham’s streets. Jason began to feel that you were the one good thing in his life—a tether to keep him grounded.

Even in those early days, Jason couldn’t help but feel a flicker of jealousy whenever you spent time with others. Whether it was Dick dropping by the Manor or Bruce pulling you away for a mission, Jason would watch, his jaw clenched and fists tight. You were his sanctuary, and the thought of sharing you with anyone else left a sour taste in his mouth.

Jason always found reasons to keep you close. He insisted on sparring with you during training, claiming no one else could push him like you did. He memorized the way you moved, the sound of your laughter when you managed to pin him, and the way your eyes narrowed in concentration. He lived for those moments.

Whenever you went on patrol, Jason was there, watching your back like a hawk. At first, you thought he was just being protective, but over time, his behavior grew more intense. If a thug so much as glanced at you the wrong way, Jason’s fists would leave them unrecognizable. “They deserved it,” he’d mutter, his knuckles dripping with blood, his gaze softening only when it landed on you.

Jason began planting seeds of doubt about everyone around you. He’d point out flaws in Dick’s plans, subtly criticize Bruce’s parenting, and even question Alfred’s judgment, all to make you feel like he was the only one you could truly rely on.

When Jason died, it shattered you. The boy who had been your closest friend, your partner in everything, was gone. Bruce tried to comfort you, but nothing could fill the void Jason left behind.

When Jason came back as the Red Hood, his first thought was of you.

You. The only light he’d ever known. The one thing that kept him tethered to humanity. And you hadn’t saved him.

His obsession became worse, this bitter, consuming need to make you pay for abandoning him—and to keep you. Jason spiraled, his love for you warping into something darker, something unrecognizable.

Jason stalks you now, though he doesn’t see it that way. He calls it watching over you. You’re his, and Gotham is dangerous, especially with the Bat family’s enemies constantly circling.

He knows everything: where you go, who you talk to, what makes you smile. The line between love and control blurs with each passing day.

Sometimes, he visits you in secret. You’ll come home to find your favorite meal waiting on the counter or a new book sitting on your bedside table. Other times, you’ll catch glimpses of him in the shadows—just a flicker of red and black before he’s gone.

And then there are the times he lets himself be seen. He’ll stand in the middle of your apartment, waiting for you to come home. His voice is low, almost dangerous, as he says, “You don’t lock your windows, princess. Someone could get hurt.”

You try to confront him, try to reason with him, but Jason isn’t the boy you knew. He’s sharper now, more unhinged.

“You think you can just forget me?” he growls, pinning you against the wall. “You think you can move on, live your life without me? That’s not how this works princess.”

Jason’s obsession manifests in unpredictable ways. One moment, he’s protective and tender, swearing to keep you safe at all costs. The next, he’s violent and possessive, tearing apart anyone who gets too close to you.

He’s killed for you, though he’d never admit it. That coworker who flirted with you too much? Dead in an alleyway. The stranger who catcalled you on the street? Beaten within an inch of their life.

“I’m doing this for you,” he says, his voice trembling with something raw and desperate. “You don’t have to worry about anyone hurting you. I’ll take care of it.”

You try to push him away, but it only makes him cling harder. Jason doesn’t see the line between love and obsession. To him, it’s all the same.

Jason’s ultimate goal is simple: to have you. To keep you with him, away from the dangers of Gotham—and away from anyone else.

“I’m not asking, princess,” he says one night, dragging you into his arms. “I’m taking you. No one else gets to have you. Not Bruce, not Dick, not anyone. You’re mine, and I’ll burn this city to the ground before I let you go.”

And maybe, deep down, a part of you doesn’t want him to. Because for all his madness, Jason is still Jason—the boy who made you laugh, who understood your pain, who loved you in a way no one else ever could.

But at what cost?

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.