#makes me wonder if I beg to be treated normally like every other human being on this planet maybe the. I’ll be considered

[kavehater]

There comes a stage where you simply are so confused you don’t even know how to react anymore.

[kick-a-long]

i find it so desperately sad that goyim generally would be so much less antisemitic if jews started physically fighting back with guns or sticks in every country. calling for the murder of muslims all over the world, if the jewish population was big enough to have large scary groups of crazy fringe fundamentalist synagogues all over the world, a billion strong, that preached murder and hate so goyim could look down on jews like some noble savage in need of assistance and western education and protection. so we could be reformed in obvious patronizing ways because there were so many of us that we had militant violent fringe extremists, like christians and muslims have, mixed in with the normal jews.

if jews didn't have such a reputation for success and intelligence maybe conspiracy theories would stop blaming us for controlling the world. if we felt less in danger maybe we wouldn't be so obsessed with long term survival.

is antisemitism some warped form of envy? maybe. what sucks is that jews are no better or worse than anyone else. some jews are brutes and some are the most wonderful people imaginable, just like any other group. what sucks is we don't all live up to the reputation of tactical geniuses and wizards with mind control magic. all of us jews are just tired and abused humans who have lived with 2000+ years of generational trauma and the endless fall out from a popular jewish book written 3000+ years ago describing the best practices of jewish culture. It has some great stories, histories, life advice, diet recommendations, hygiene, and rules about how to treat others.

is that such a crime?

trying to show a path forward? not demanding anyone else follow those rules but wanting to do our best to follow them anyway? how to live a good life that makes the world better and makes you proud to have been on earth for the time you were there? jews fail to do this all the time, just like everyone else. I fail all the time. why are people so obsessed with that? people say shylock is a stereotyped antisemitic character but,

"I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge! The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction."

so why do jews always have to be the better man? why do we have to apologize for being angry and sad and hating the people that attack us? that was written by Shakespeare, a christian in the 1600s who who had probably never met a jew, they were expelled from england, but imagined us as money lenders, the only profession left to jews at that time. even he saw the double standard. it makes a good point.

now, i don't want vengeance, i don't want violence, but i feel vengeful. i feel angry that i am unsafe because of play actors and terrorist supporters who want revenge for jews existing but scream bloody murder when jews refuse to dig their own graves, beg forgiveness for ever being born, and lay down in them to be mocked and pissed on and abused in the worst ways imaginable for the entertainment and conquest of it. i want peace with them. they are as human as i am, full of foibles and anger. i want nothing to do with them. i want them to never come near a jew again for the rest of time.

i am sad. all i want is to feel my feelings and advocate for what is the most ethical and practical work around to a world filled with unending suffering while i am still alive. i want them on thier side to live in the world they want and me on my side to live in the world i want. why don't these children of all ages, lost in delusions of fantastical battles and ultimate good and evil, see that? why can't I be a human first as well as a jew first? why do they ask me to pick? why am i not allowed to pick?

it's been almost a year. we're all so tired.

I'm going to a music festival. I'm trying to decide whether to wear a star. why is it dangerous to wear a star around my neck?

[narcoticwriter]

I'm Finally Breaking My Silence.

I can't take it anymore. Someone has to know about this. It's been years since the realization dawned on me and years since I've kept my lips sealed, but I can bear it no longer.

It makes no fucking sense how the tall Genshin women have heels.

This is a meme, but I'm also on something else entirely. Maybe it's delusion.

I don't care if it's for the fanservice, I don't care if it's hot, and I certainly don't care if people like it because it makes no sense whatsoever.

I don't know how people can run around in varying landscapes and roads on heels. I don't know how the heel itself would survive such treatment. And I don't know how the wearer, no matter how skilled, would not trip and fall on their ass.

Some instances can be afforded more forgiveness than others, but this will not stop me from compiling a list of how I feel about them individually and as people:

Actual Insanity -

Beidou: The Alcor is a wooden boat. One day, that heel is slipping through a small hole in the floor, snapping off, and sending her careening across the starboard. Someone's going to laugh. And then they will be tossed into the brine before being pulled back out and promptly begging for forgiveness. I cry.

Jean: The Gunnhildrs are masochists. The pain is worth it for Mondstadt, as always. How does she do it, running around everywhere and carrying the Knights of Favonius on her back? There's no way that she doesn't kick off the boots while sitting at her desk when it becomes too much to bear.

Dehya: When she says that she wants to slay on the battlefield as much as her looks, I did not think that the shoes would also be a thing to consider. And in sand? Are you mad? Those heels are sinking. No wonder her burst cancels when she jumps. Imagine having to rework your precarious footing every single time.

Yelan: This sick woman unironically likes it. She probably enjoys the sensation of pain every single time it becomes borderline pleasurable. It doesn't help that she looks forward to it being treated too. Herbalist Gui is getting really sick of having to wrap her feet in gauze after slathering it with medicinal foot cream.

Rosaria: I don't know if she's capable of caring anymore, actually. She doesn't seem to process this the same. The woman has an aesthetic to commit to and she doesn't do anything halfway, including her fit. She says she doesn't get drunk, but you know damn well that it and the nicotine numb the pain.

Eula: Anyone who says that they can do reconnaissance work and wear those things is lying, and Eula Lawrence is no exception to this rule. To add insult to injury, she also has spurs on them. Spurs on those beasts of shoes. Respectfully, she needs to twist her ankle and be put on bedrest for the day, so she can think about it.

Candace: I can't believe that this mentally brought me to my fucking knees. How dare you? You live in an area that is mostly sand and dust! You go out in the night and kill things! You're constantly out and about taking care of things! WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH HIGH HEELS?!?

Shenhe: (head in hands) I don't even know if she knows that this isn't normal to wear. I'm going to Cloud Retainer's domain and demanding that she be put in something that makes more sense. She lives in the mountains for Archon's sake! She may not act entirely human, but trust me, she is one at the end of the day.

It Makes Some Sense -

Kujou Sara: She's won, actually. Geta are allegedly much more comfortable to wear than heels. She slays, stays stylish, and isn't suffering while doing so. Good for her, because this is one of the only wins she has in a long, long list of L's, mostly attributed to Yae Miko if you take the time to really look at it.

Lisa: Is she really going to be running around all that much? No! Because she has her little helpers to go around and do things for her. And even if she has to go around by herself, she does so at a rate that isn't breakneck speed. Also, I personally believe that she has some potions and enhancements to help out with it.

Ningguang: She barely gets a pass. Barely. I personally don't believe she takes that walk around the pier every day. It's every other day at the most consistent. At every other function, you can trust that she has a seat and that she's not on her feet. She can afford to have such accommodation.

Raiden Shogun: If her body wasn't a puppet that she made for herself, I would absolutely put her in the other category. She absolutely made sure that she wouldn't feel pain while wearing those things and it shows with how she's able to move like she does in combat.

Yae Miko: I won't call it foul and say that since she can shift into a kitsune form, she's not going into this category, but provide the proof in other ways. Do you really see her going anywhere in a hurry? Precisely the point. She could probably get away with people carrying her places.

[AAAAAA] -

Arlecchino: I have no words for the atrocity that is those heels. None at all. If I think about them too much, I'll start frothing at the mouth, and not in any good way.

Conclusion - My heart weeps prematurely for Clorinde and Navia. Fontainian fashion can kiss my ass. I mourn their feet.

[anon-sect]

PART TWO

Collab with @jkob85

For three straight weeks, all that Mike knew was Drake's feet and shoes. He was worn to every workout session. He was worn to work nearly every day. There were a few days that he would spend in Drake's sock drawer, but only about a few of them. The only reason he wasn't too dirty was that Drake would wash him in with his regular clothes every now and then. Only to be put back on feet after coming out of the dryer. He saw Drake had no respect for any part of him that was still human. He was literally treated like clothing worn on foot. Drake didn't even speak to him at all for the past three weeks. He mentally begged to be let go every day, because he had not subcome to the domination of Drake's feet yet. He hoped and prayed for the opportunity for him to escape.

Drake love his new socks so much that he nearly wore them every day. He did make sure to wash them every now and then. He wanted Mike to last him a long time as his socks. He sometimes thought about saying something to his footwear, but it would look silly to be talking to one's socks. He opted instead to treat Mike just like he was, a pair of socks. His favorite thing to do was to work out in them. His feet never hurt after a workout when wearing him.

After three weeks of wearing Mike nearly non-stop, he decided to give him a chance to at least speak. The thought of making him normal size would risk him running away. He didn't want his favorite toy to do that. But if he was a shrunken human, he would be too scared to run and would depend on his owner for safety. Drake liked that idea much better.

Drake removed his socks and placed them on his bed, one sock on top of the other. He programmed into his TF device to restore the socks to human form but at only six inches tall. He would make Mike big enough to play with, yet small enough to see that running away would be dangerous to his health and life. He fired at the socks on his bed. They began to morph back as one and reshape into a human form, but only at six inches tall.

Mike saw that he was human again and could speak. He was about to give Drake some choice words till he saw his situation wouldn't be good if he did so. Drake was giant size, and he was tiny. He could stomp on him with his foot, ending his life easily. So, running away wasn't a good option either. He saw Drake still had all the control, and he was powerless against him. "What are you going to do with me now, if you don't mind me asking?" He spoke curious as to why he was human form, but looking at six inches tall.

Drake knew exactly what he was planning. Using Mike as socks felt good, but a tiny sex toy idea entered his mind. He took off his pants and pulled down his underwear. "I want to have some special fun with you. That size makes you the perfect little living toy." He told him while grabbing him in a tight grip, but not stressing enough to crush him.

Mike was not going to be some sex toy. He struggled in Drake's grip. "I am not a toy to use for your pleasure. I am a human being." He screamed while trying to get out of his hand. Only to see at his current size, he was just too weak against him.

Drake enjoyed him resisting, actually. It made him feel even more of a power trip doing so. "You lost the last bet, so you are whatever I say you are, and I use you as I see fit, my little toy. The sooner you accept it, the better it is for you." He also grabbed a condom. He placed one foot over Mike to keep him from escaping while opening the package. Once he had the condom out, he took hid foot off his toy, and placed him close to his cock. He then slid the condom over his cock and Mike at the same time. Satisfied to see Mike trapped, he began to stroke his meat. He loved how ir felt having Mike trapped under the condom around his cock. It didn't take long for him to get hard. The harder it got, the more contrain it got for his tiny toy. Soon, he ejaculated in the condom. It was so wonderful feeling the tiny living toy being grinded up against his cock. He watched as some of the cum drained down on Mike.

Mike thought being a pair of socks was bad enough. Drake used him as a toy around his meat. It wasn't all that painful, but just stressful being confined inside a condom. Once it got so tight, he pleaded for Drake to stop, but he ignored him entirely. He was glad when he finally peaked. The warm cum drenched him from top to bottom. He really had no choice but to taste it as he was covered in Drake's cum.

Drake took the condom off his cock and Mike. "Let me go clean the both of you off. I really enjoyed that little guy. We are definitely doing this again." He told him as he went to his bathroom. He took a wet cloth and wiped off Mike and then his cock. "This might be our nightly thing, little toy." He laughed too an upset look on Mike's face.

"You will return me to normal and return me back home." Mike paused all upset. "I will not be your nightly sex toy fun, you bastard." He added. He didn't want to be a plaything anymore, even if he was small.

Drake saw that Mike needed to learn the rules of his new life, but how to teach the tiny to respect his giant owner. He knew just how. He grabbed up his tiny toy. "Since you want to be so chatty about this. I will show you who is in charge." He placed Mike in a glass jar on a table beside his bed.

For the next two weeks straight, Mike was kept in the glass jar beside Drake's bed. Every night, Drake would place Mike around his cock trapped in a condom and jerked off. Sometimes, he would do it several times a night. The weekends, he would treat Mike like this almost four times. It came to a point that Mike stopped complaining and enjoyed it.

One night, Drake left Mike out of the jar and left the room. Mike saw this as the opportunity to find a way to escape his torture. He ran to find a hiding place.

Drake returned to see that Mike was no longer where he left him. He realized that Mike had tricked him into a false security about loving being a sex toy. He began to look for his tiny toy and pet. When he was about to give up finding him, he managed to locate him and corner him.

"Time to punish you, my toy." Drake spoke as he quickly snatched up Mike off the floor. Once back in his room, he placed Mike on his bed. With the TF ray device in hand and set, he fired at Mike. He watched as Mike flattened out and reshaped into a nice pair of Hanes boxer briefs. "I think a few months around my waist will help you realize that this is your lasting fate." He spoke to his underwear. He got undressed and put on his new special living underwear. "I will wear you every day." He laughed as he rubbed the crotch area, knowing full well that was where Mike's face was. That thought made him get hard. He saw his cock stretch his new underwear and was enjoying it.

Mike was sorry he tried to escape. He mentally begged for forgiveness, but he knew that as an object, Drake would not hear him. He was now trapped as Drake laid down on his bed, watching a show on his TV.

[qlventingspace]

Rando anon, sorry, but I just got back into BL fandom. I heard about the poi incident that happened in april I think, and I thought things were okay since Build had a concert recently. If you dont mind, could you tell me what exactly is going on? Unless you were just venting about the past... thanks in advance!

hi human, if you don't mind I'm gonna turn this post into some of a rant, because I'm about to implode. Sorry, it's not because of you, but because I've had enough of people treating other people as some saint idols just because they're actors instead of treating them as FUCKING HUMAN BEINGS. And disclaimer, I am mentally tired. So tired.

(I'm gonna do bit of summary of everything, so if you don't have time skip to next brackets for what's happening now)

To all hell bent on laughing at us and 'proving us wrong': You think some pretty face is gonna make me forget my morals? We've been there, 7 months of hell, every minute of it. Cause when you love someone you WILL make sure you make a very informed decision if you'll continue or not and you WILL sacrifice the time to do it properly.

We turned every information upside down to analyse it properly and find what is the truth and what is fabrication, so my stance is very solid. I'm making an informed decision (unlike all the people that only come to me saying he's in wrong without any proofs, only shouting).

What you could've missed?

Perhaps you missed that it was Build who made himself scarce to the point his family didn't want to leave him alone for a minute in fear of what he might do to himself while Poi was trying to obsessively reach him, provoking him to speak to her, changing her narrative every 5 seconds, happily insulting people around, left and right, including Builds sister for being some lowly single mother because her husband passed away, INCLUDING religion (islam specifically) and sending death threads to fans. Which of their actions screams A Victim and which Abuser? I beg you use your brain for a bit.

Build is the one who waited for subpoena, since Poi was shouting she was at court (she wasn't). Build is the one who went to court with a folder thick with concrete and empirical evidence. BUILD is the one PROVEN INNOCENT BY A COURT.

And POI is the one who ADMITTED TO MAKING THINGS UP.

(now what's happening currently)

Every time Build tries to move on with his life, some low life (you can guess twice who) brings up unverified 'accusations' against him.

He said it himself, if you don't like him, just don't stay in a fandom. Just don't go around spreading more hate and misinformation about him.

He.just.wants.to.live.in.peace.

As I said in my convo with a hater under my latest post: Is leaking private photos okay when it's half naked man? Is leaking private chats okay if it's a man? There's several 'new' accounts spreading his private half naked photos that were taken without his consent or knowledge he's being photographed (taken by Poi). And now the account is spreading chats (not verified) where he badmouths his colleagues and company.

First of all, there is a fake translation of those chats, that is done by (wonder wonder) a completely new burner account (joined to twt this month I think). Secondly, Build only apologized for the chats leaked yesterday (was it noon?) in those he is complaining about unfair treatment he got from his former company (BOC).

Build never left anything for which he was truthfully responsible for go without an apology.

Why is he required to constantly apologize for the fact that HE COMPLAINED TO HIS FRIEND IN HIS PRIVATE CHAT ABOUT UNFAIR TREATMENT AT THE WORKPLACE?

I'm absolutely sure (sarcasm) that if all of your private chats got leaked now you would come out of it as absolute saints.

And then the account continued to publish thai chats with misleading captions, and fake translations, while the actual translations of those chats weren't that bad as the caption wants you to believe.

All in all it's just a normal person venting to his friends about his life and private matters.

Oh and did I tell you about that account threatening Build to leave the entertainment industry or they never stop?

As of today, guess who's again going to court because he's getting continuous harrassment? Build.

Because he's a victim, whose abuser is constantly attacking him and he has no other means to defend himself but the official jurisdiction.

And think what you want, but the lack of action from the company's side while he was under their care, unfair treatment, complicity in assuring he's gonna stay with Poi when he tried to seek a way out, throwing him under bus while he was under their management and also after, playing on both sides.....

I'll let you make up your mind. But there is too many things that just click together and for me: BOC as a company is complicit. In harrassment, in abuse. They are still working with and following Poi.

If you don't wanna see Build as victim, what about Barcode then? She harrassed him. What about Mile and Apo then? SHE HARRASSED THEM.

Yet the company is still working with her, because she has money and power and they have a sinking boat and planned projects.

I said what I said.

That cursed company will never see a damn penny from me ever again.

And someone on twitter said enlightening thing.

Why is it only now, only THIS company that has a problem with Build? While people from all his previous projects (actors, directors) are hyping him up and supporting him?

Build just wants to live his life. He is just a human being, as we all are. We sometimes do weird shit and bad shit and vent to our friends. But because he's public person he needs to be humiliated and treated like shit publicly while if it was you or me we'd just disapear for a week in our room and no repercussions would await us after?

Build is not an abuser. He is proven innocent BY COURT.

All he ever did was that he trusted the wrong people.

[justice4billiam]

OMG—I just need to vent about probably one of the most random things Ive brought to my tumblr.

Cancel culture baffles me!!!

Sure, some people do actually need to be held accountable for their terribly shitty actions.

OF COURSE, I agree with that.

But why do we put celebrities on such a high pedestal?

They're just people like you and me, with normal lives full of everyday struggles, pain, stress, and worries.

People like you and me, who make mistakes.

The way we try to "cancel" everyone over the tiniest things feels so…idk…inhuman…?

Like fuck.

As a society, we seem to forget that we all make mistakes and say and do dumb stuff sometimes.

A lot of what people try to cancel celebrities for are the same mistakes that our brothers, sisters, moms, dads, friends, and even we ourselves make every day.

In fact, us "regular" people often make worse mistakes, but we easily forgive ourselves because we’re inherently selfish.

We idolize these celebrities and beg to know more about them. But the moment they are humanized and show the same flaws we all have, we treat them terribly. No wonder celebrities have to be the way they are.

You know…think about it… have we really progressed that much? Instead of pillorying people in the village square like in the 1800s, we now use the internet to do something similar. The difference is, back then, people could eventually move on and be forgiven. Nowadays, we hold on to these mistakes forever—the same ones we secretly beg to be forgiven for ourselves.

We hear all the time how people wish they knew their favorite celebrities better—wish they shared more of themselves with us but when they do something human—to be HUMAN, we’re quick to tear them down.

It’s like we forget they're just as human as the rest of us, with the same ability to mess up. It’s almost as if we want to see them fail just to feel better about our own shortcomings.

It’s strange how, since the beginning of civilization, we’ve always found ways to tear each other down. We claim to have evolved into higher intellect beings, but we just keep finding new ways to make others suffer. It’s really disheartening.

We’ve become so quick to judge and condemn, forgetting that growth comes from learning from our mistakes, not from being ostracized for them. This culture of perfectionism is impossible to live up to and it's causing more harm than good.

Sure, there are serious mistakes and wrongdoings that need to be brought to light. Some actions are genuinely deserving of cancellation. But when we mix those with the most trivial issues, the whole concept loses its meaning and impact.

Celebrities, despite their fame and fortune, are human beings too. They deserve the same grace and understanding that we expect for ourselves. Mistakes are part of the human experience, and everyone deserves the chance to grow and learn from them without the fear of being canceled.

It’s just shitty.

Anyways thanks for reading in on this mornings venting session 😘🤌🏻

[tithonusramble]

Reflection

So, here I am. Alone once more. This is of my own making, I know that, but it still doesn’t feel good. We all crave companionship. Being alone isn’t part of being human. There is a driving need to be loved and accepted—to find people that make you feel like you belong. Because the world is a terrifying awful place but finding people who make that a little better, helps.

I know that I’ve made mistakes. One of my main issues is with pushing people away when I think they need space but in actuality they just need time. I tend to learn from my mistakes but I can get carried away and forget. I am also human, which I really love to forget sometimes. We all make mistakes and that’s okay but you had to be able to work through and change for next time.

I didn’t want to make anyone upset or mad with me. Truly, it is the worst feeling. My need to belong (to someone) or to be with someone (in a romantic and meaningful way) sometimes overshadows my friends who I already love and adore. I get swept up in needing to be wanted.

I struggle with feeling lonely. I don’t know if it’s depression or just who I am but it’s been this way for a while. Friends can fill that for a while but I can still feel lonely in a crowded room. Everyone could be laughing and joking around, having the best time, but inside I’m numb, apathetic and begging to know that I am involved—that I am appreciated—but instead I feel broken.

I have a different way with my emotions and feeling than others. I process things in a way that is normal to me but I learn that it’s not. It’s a learning curve that I can never truly get over. How can I? How can I convey how I am feeling and thinking and seeing in a way that can accurately translate to another person? It can appear sometimes that I don’t think about consequences or how others might feel. But that is insulting to think of me. In my mind, I am constantly looking at who is around me and asking what they would want—what they are thinking. I know I can get caught up in my own head but I really do want others to be happy around me. Most of the time I’m so concerned with other’s happiness that I forget my own.

I miss the feeling of being happy the majority of the time. I can’t remember when I wasn’t overthinking every detail of everything. My brain is loud. Analyzing and charting every action I make and how it will effect others around me. The problem becomes when I do something to treat myself. When I finally can do something to shut off my brain function, to be free for just a moment. I decide that I can enjoy myself and stop thinking, but that’s when the people around me need me most. I let them down in just a short period of time. Nothing hurts me more.

I feel like I’m screaming. I’m stuck inside my head and screaming for someone, anyone, to understand what’s happening. I’m balling my eyes out. Wailing and howling, clawing my eyes and ripping out my hair in frustration. There’s a bubble of ruthless emotion in constant boil just below the surface but it can never reach the top. I won’t let it. I wonder who that person is. Who I am trapping below the surface. Why do I hate them so much? Do they deserve to be hidden? At any moment I feel the dam could burst and I would loose everything that I have. Bridges crumble and fall and I would be in the rubble, fulling deserving of this.

I am my own worst enemy. I hide myself and pick and choose what people want to see, it makes friends, it builds relationships…it keeps me lonely. At this point, I can’t tell what’s actually me and what is a facade I wear.

I want to cry.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Yellowjackets S2 e3

So that all happened.

Everytime a non-main character starts to get flashbacks, they've died so that coach Ben guy is probably next, if the pattern continues.

Are we to really believe Taissa was sleep-eating with the gals? Not that it matters but I feel like this is just denial. She was wide awake when it all happened. Like I can rewatch to check but I remember her and Van hand-feeding each other at some point. That doesn't exactly scream sleepwalking to me. I think she just doesn't want to cope with what has happened.

I was thinking if Van is alive, why wasn't she with Taissa? I know high school relationships rarely last but come on. They've gone through so much and they're trauma bonded so something big must have happened. I wonder if it's the cannibalism of Lottie's clan stuff.

I'm starting to like adult Nat again but she's on pretty thin ice to be honest.

What was with the bleeding bush? Was that from Lottie's compound or part of the next scene with Taissa? I honestly stayed up just to see what happens to her and Simone. I couldn't tell if she intentionally got in that accident or if it was an actual accident. It's hard to tell when she switches between her normal self and her other personality.

Which begs the question is it just sleepwalking and a response to stress and trauma or another personality that surfaces in high stress situations?

I cannot stand this new Walter guy.

I honestly don't care much for Shauna and Jeff's midlife crisis stuff either.

I love Shauna though. She would be that old lady at the retirement home who casually reveals she killed a guy.

Lottie is getting within romantic distance of Nat and am I going to ship this? No, I'm too invested in Nat X Misty, but in another life maybe.

Lottie doesn't seem to have that accent anymore so maybe she just sounded a bit weird in that one scene.

It's sweet what Nat is trying to do but wouldn't the scent just attract every vulture or other predator to the airplane? Or worse, would it not bring everything to her location?

I'm really worried about that baby now. For starters how did it survive all this stress? And for second, wouldn't it be extremely fucked up by the mom drinking alcohol and eating human meat? Also the starvation and the cold. I don't think this baby will survive.

Misty is adorable. Her new friend is funny. I still don't like Mari.

It's nice to see someone other than Shauna show a sympathetic side to Jackie, even though she's already dead. A lot of time she'd been treated like a burden. The way I imagine they treated Misty before she turned out to be invaluable. I imagine Shauna realised she was in her shoes and that's why she was kind to her.

I have to give it to them though. Not a lot of shows can make you terrified of an Elk. Rightfully you should be scared of them but they're generally seen as a symbol of youth or freedom and dignity. They're seen from afar and give the protagonists courage. They don't scare the shit out of them and nearly knock them off the gene pool.

Is the one with no eyes tied to that funeral flashback? I don't remember much about it but it had something to do with maybe her grandma's funeral? Maybe she saw a dead body being prepared and that image stuck with her and that's the man with no eyes? I really don't remember much about that though and I don't want to google it and get spoiled.

Also Jeff said he's been married almost 25 years. Callie is definitely not the baby she had in the woods cause she's still in high school, isn't she? That baby definitely didn't make it 🥺

Shauna rolled a crit on that intimidation check ☠️

Is Misty spoiling Steel magnolias for me right now? 😭 It was totally in my watch list. I have to give her credit though cause it sounds like she's putting her whole ass in this performance.

What's Taissa miming? It kind of looks like those masks she and Van wore at Doomcoming. Are we finally gonna see adult Van?

Rachel Berry has nothing on Misty 😅

Does this guy know Moriarty was the villain?

Aww the teddy bear 🥹

I guess what tore them apart ultimately was Van's devotion to Lottie.

And Lottie is still having visions? Or she's just started having them again. Either way shit is probably going to go down again.

It does a great job of tiptoeing around the supernatural. There's definitely hints but also scientific explanations of things but when you're alone in the woods and you don't have those explanations it's easy to believe anything, and especially easy to put faith in things when you have nothing else.

The takeaway here I guess is that Taissa has lost Van and Shauna and Nat and Taissa are maybe the last non-believers. Aside maybe from Trent but I don't think he really matters.

[who-the-fuck-is-sennalye]

Man 10-year-old me was so pissed at everything but honestly looking back she was so right.

A horrible start to the year. First you got enrolled into a split class without even being consulted. This wouldn't be the first time, but the problem was you'd be learning at a sixth-grade level. It's not like you couldn't do it, you were certainly "smart enough." But you didn't want to. And if either us have learned anything it's that nothing gets done when you don't want to. You begged to be put into a normal year five class with your friends, but you were told many times the school wouldn't relent.

You hated your teacher. She didn't like you much either. You found her condescending. She found you defiant. Now suddenly the doctor, who usually dealt with five-year-olds, was saying you have something called "Autism Spectrum Disorder." Your friend had autism. She confided it to you like it was some dark secret. The teacher didn't like her much either. She went to the "special class." You didn't know quite what it was, but you found the teacher of that class even more condescending than your regular one. Naturally you hated her too. The school gave your doctor a list of pathologically described behaviors. You were infuriated at the insinuation that any of them were a "problem." You didn't know what autism was, but from your experiences, you knew it was a Terrible Thing. You didn't want that label staining you for the rest of your life.

You weren't officially diagnosed for another three years.

I mean, no wonder you thought autism was a terrible thing. Every adult that accused you of it was awful and condescending. You had been so used to your parents treating you like a human being with opinions, and interests, and meaningful things to say; you were infuriated when all these doctors and teachers and therapists treated you like this child who just couldn't understand. You were a child. And you didn't understand. But you deserved something better than the stigmatized explanation you got.

A particular instance stands out in my mind. You were in counseling with your dad. Dad said that the clear cups were easier to wash, so you should use those more often. You tried to counter that if he wanted you to use the clear cups, he should make sure those cups are clean. But the counselor interrupted you, said you should listen to your father, because he is the Parent, the Adult, and he knows Better. You bit your tongue and spoke even less in therapy sessions that you already did. But me? I am frustrated for you. Why couldn't I express my objection to my dad? Why couldn't such a trivial matter be open to discussion? Why couldn't I question such a menial request? It's a terrible precedent! A threat to a relationship that, all my life, has been based on open communication! Do you think I would've questioned the request if I believed such a thing would be unacceptable? My parents are an authority, sure, but not an unquestionable one!

If I knew how to articulate this at the time, maybe I would've. But given how silent I tend to be at therapy... I doubt it. The point is moot now. The plastic cups are all gone, and we have a dishwasher now. But the principle of it is what bothers me to this day. The suggestion that my relationship to my parents should be one of unquestioning authority is unhelpful at best and detrimental at worst.

I've gone off topic. I was going to mention friendships and other things probably, but. I think this is the thing I wanted to get off my chest.

To ten-year-old me, I'm sorry your introduction to autism was one of confusion, of condescension, of stigmatization, and of demonization. I'm sorry you viewed it as something wrong with you, rather than an explanation. I'm sorry your parents didn't know how to advocate for you. I'm sorry you didn't know how to advocate for yourself. I'm sorry you didn't know how to articulate your feelings. I'm sorry the people who were meant to help you only made you resent your diagnosis more. I'm sorry they put you in the wrong class. And overall, I'm sorry you had a really shit 2015.

You totally deserved to be pissed.

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ differences [m] [1/2]

[masterlist]

▸pairing: bruce wayne/the batman x f!reader [battinson version]

▸summary: having sex with bruce and the batman is totally different.

▸wc: 3.1k

▸warnings & tags: B REFERS TO BOTH BRUCE AND BATMAN [in other words, I used B as to say, ‘Bruce & Bats’.] events take place after the batman movie (2022), not mention of selina. PART 1 OF 2 . now, we have some warnings and these are; pet names, bats being hunter and y/n prey (as symbol ofc), personality confusion, fingering, licking, rough movements, nude, dirty talk (a little), begging, kneeling, explicit language, fluff after smut, +18.

  The man you were in love had totally two different sides; not because of being a toxic person. He was a good person who just seeks peace for his and Gotham’s own good. Different sides were there because he was a gentle, sweet guy on daylight, and a vigilante, wearing a bat suit in midnight to seek justice. Bruce Wayne and The Batman was totally same person. However, having a mask on and off made Bruce have different sides. The bat suit was giving him power, strength and bravery. With it, Bruce has become more than a human. Everyone saw him as a freak while others found safety with his presence. For you, both Bruce and Batman was your lover. Even if Batman was just Bruce with a bat mask on, he literally became utterly different with his Batman persona.

As the night came to the scene, it was Batman’s time to show up. In daylight, you couldn’t reach Bruce because he was avoiding you for some time now to keep you safe. You respected his choice because his new playboy profile has become famous in whole Gotham city, even if it was a little. He didn’t want you to get recognize by his surrenders because there was a new treat for the city and he wanted keep you hidden and safe for a while, ‘till he discover who is this new treat. They could be someone from Bruce life as well as Bats.

So, when he showed up on the roof of a huge building, hidden from the city’s eyes, a smile already was placed on your now happy face. Whenever you were with Bruce and Bats, you always felt so safe. B was making you feel unique emotions with his presence, every single time.

“Hi,” He tried to look calm but after spending so much time with his two personas, you knew how he was happy too like you. You two didn’t meet for four days ‘till this night, so, you rushed to him, hugging your hands around his neck, placing your head to his strong shoulder. “It’s nice to see you too.” His voice was darker than normal. You wondered what he was thinking that moment.

To get some hints from his half covered face, dark colored eyes and body movement, you stepped two steps behind, now standing right in front of his huge and powerful body, “I thought you had business for this night too.” He was searching for some information from underground of the city, and you were just keeping his records safe and sound in his hidden place on the roof you both had created in order to helping each other. You were not a special person, but your intelligence and ability to solve codes were something that you could work on for him. B said how you didn’t have to do it again and again but you were stubborn. If he was going to fight with crime, you would too. He was not alone. He needed to know that he was not alone.

After sensing your sadness covered with lots of happiness now made him put a little teasing smile, as you could say, on his face, “I didn’t know you missed me this much.”

You rolled your eyes, leaving him there to sit on one of the technological desks he has. You put your one leg to another, hands resting on the table, “I am not the only one.”

His audible footsteps stopped right in front of you, ready to get between your legs. His closeness made you realize how you missed to have him. You body missed him as well as your soul. Knowing he missed you too, in both ways, excitement hit you. Whenever you were with B, you had felt a dangerous feeling on your abdomen. Other than love centered feelings, he was making you take some actions. Actions that seen as sins but given chills to your core.

Without saying anything, he found his place between your legs, touching your cheek with his gloved hand. Oh, how you missed to feel his skin but this was not available at the moment. So, you enjoyed what you had. Closing your eyes, you leaned to his touch. “Was it hard?” You asked, referring to his previous dangerous missions without you in the past four days.

He nodded, still looking unreadable. He was a little different today and you would find out what was wrong.

“It’s okay.” You touched his half exposed face, feeling both his skin and mask. “You have me now.”

“Yes, I have.”

After hearing his unstable voice, you realized how he needed your touches. It didn’t take you more than two seconds to connect your lips together. Warmth of your lips transferred to his cold ones, giving you both satisfactions.

The air turned from cold to hot in a second after having him between your arms again. As lips collapsed each other, bodies became closer to each other, wanting to feel more, having hard times to keep calm posture. However, thanks to Bats’ unreadable behavior right now, you wanted to find out what was bothering him. First, you should give him a clear mind, then you can give him all of you.

You left his lips, but kept closeness, “Tell me.” You said, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

His brows furrowed, looking irritated about leaving your lips and having this conversation right now. “Nothing’s wrong.”

He tried to leave you there but you held him in his place by closing your legs together, crashing his strong thighs. He was trying to escape. There was literally something bothering him.

“You can’t escape this time big boy.”

“It’s just –“ He hesitated for a second, “It’s Bruce.”

A confused expression appeared on your face, “What about him?” It was weird a little bit, referring Bruce as him while Bats was just Bruce’s himself.

“They are seeking for him. About money and statue.”

A sudden concern hit you. Rushing towards your technological equipments for searching names who wants to use Bruce, you asked, “Who are they?”

He didn’t respond. He stood still, not giving any emotion.

“You should leave. Be at home for the next week, ‘till I found them.”

“And hunt them? All alone?!” Poison of anger was spreading from your voice to Bats’ ears, making him look furious too. “You know I can’t let you go into the rabbit hole all alone, B.”

“This time is different.”

“No, it’s not!” Your hands placed on your hair, pulling it with a little force. Ready to cry because of concern and anger, you tried to sound clear, “I will not leave you. Never.”

Bats came to your side, “You don’t understand. I need you to be safe –“

“And I need to be on your side!”

The attraction between the two nervous and concerned bodies was visible even to an outside eye. Two pairs of determined eyes stared at each other for a long time before the bodies collided to each other. Although at the end of the day one would accept the other's word, what mattered now were the longing passionate feelings that anger brought with it.

As lips connected once again, a huge adrenaline exploded inside, making them act in a rush on the outside.

Batman’s strong arms hugged you from waist, caging your smaller body like you are what he needed more than anything. It’s was like there was poison in his system, and you were his cure. Indeed, you, your body and soul were his cure.

With a step forward, he made your body hit the table behind you. Without leaving your lips, he picked you up, placed your body on the surface of the table. After sitting down, your hands reached for his bat mask’s pointed ears. Holding them with your bare hands, you felt so powerful. The fucking Batman, who was spreading horror and terror for criminal in the whole Gotham city, was letting you touching him with the way you liked the most. He wasn’t complaining anything. He just took your every gesture, body movement and sound as open invitations for his further desires.

Having sex with Bruce and Bats was totally different and now, after spending past four days without your presence beside him which made him miss you so much, and feeling anger, the sex with Bats would be devastating but the most beautiful thing in the world. He was going to take revenge of the days he missed you, and for your previous stubborn behavior and you would just accept it with great lust.

After putting your delicate body on the table, he took his place between your thighs, wanting feel you fully. You knew even without his bat suit, this man was full of strength but it was a fact that with his suit on, you always felt a great passion which drives you crazy every fucking time.

“Bats are you su–“ You even couldn’t finish your sentence about having private moments on a roof which was normal for him as he nearly tore apart your top. He was like a wild animal that was gone for a hunt and came back to his beloved one to calm down his harsh nature, finding both passion and peace.

“It costed me a lot, you know –“ Your nonsense sentence which was a result of feeling a sudden shy cut by him again. He wasn’t thinking at all. He was doing what he wanted to do with you, or to you. You had no strength to make him think. Because of his movements, he was making you forget to think. He just gave you a chance to act according to your own desires. He wanted to see your burning side. Not the shy one, unlike Bruce’s want.

Second piece that ripped out from your body was the black skinny pants. His gloved hands didn’t stop ‘till you had no longer clothes on your body. Now, your exposed body was in front of his black colored eyes, looking like fire’s itself, traveling from top to toe without feeling shy. One of the things you liked about Bats was his shameless gazes. He took every part of your body like it was the most beautiful piece in the world made just for him.

“B –“

Between rapid breathing, you tried to get his attention to you, wanting to ask if he wanted to go more private place or not but he didn’t hear you. He just took your hardened nipple in his mouth, catching the other one with his other gloved hand, giving you a sudden warm feeling. His tongue on your nipple and hand made you soak. You could feel wetness coming from your core to thighs. Batman was right here with you and he was sucking your nipple hardly, making you jump with every tongue motion.

He chanced his mouth and hand’s places, now he was sucking other nipple, sending a joy to your core and making wetness increase its density. Slowly, his right hand traveled from your breast to abdomen, then finding its way to your core. You thought he was going to play with you a little, maybe preparing you slowly but he didn’t. He just removed his glove with a fast move and suddenly, his two fingers were inside you.

“Ah – “

“Shh –“ His deep voice penetrated into you, “Take it.”

He left no room for you to speak, to show how his rough finger moves were taking you to climax. Like a good girl, you took it.

And like a naughty, unreasonable girl, you said, “Not enough.”

Then, his dark colored and dangerous eyes looked at your face, trying to find a weak part to tear apart, making you feel sorry to say that. His eyes were speaking enough though, ‘How brave of you, don’t you think?’

Without saying something more with his eyes or mouth, his finger’s pace increased, going in and out rapidly, hitting your abdomen. He had no mercy. Not anymore. And here you were, crying because of both lust and pain. Regretting for your action wasn’t a choice anymore. You knew you couldn’t take back. He was going to tear you apart. Just now, you were his beloved one who he would find calmness and peace. Now, you were his prey. A prey which he must show his dominance on.

While his fingers kept their pace, his free hand found its way on your neck, holding it high enough to make you face him. Seeing his burning eyes, you reached the climax, ready to let it all go but you knew there was one thing to do, “Please.” You looked at his lips, then eyes again. “Let me.”

He tilted his head to left, “Let you what?” Lowering his head, he tightened his touch, not leaving your core at all. “I can’t understand you if you don’t say what you want clearly.”

Oh, it wasn’t time to play at all!

“Please!” You begged, “I need to –“ A shy feeling hit you again but your lust was far beyond from it. “I need to cum! Let me cum, Bats, please!”

A phantom smirk fled visibly on his lips for a moment, “Good girl.”

And this was all you need.

As your cum fell out from your core to his fingers which were staying inside even after your climax, new hunger hit you. Instead of his fingers, you wanted him. You wanted him to bury himself inside you. You wanted him to fuck you and with that new hunger, there was nothing to stop you from saying this aloud, making him bossy again.

“Fuck me.” There was no shame anymore. “Fuck me Bats. I need it. I need you.”

As fingers left your core, he looked at your pathetic body.

“No.” He said without hesitation, “I will do better than that.”

With his last words, he crouched down in front of you, taking one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.

The moment you realized what he was going to do, his fingers again found their ways inside you, putting some juices you made back in. Because of sensitive skin, higher sensation of passion sent its jolt to every part of your body. Moans weren’t stopping, making roof so noisy. No sound from Bats and so much sound from you. He was hunter, you were a prey.

“Bats!”

You shouted his name as his tongue joined to his fingers, licking every juice you made now and then without thinking about your condition. If he just took a look at your face, he would just see a desperate woman who is wanted to be fucked by him but got something more, something that made her mind go beyond this world’s reality.

No one but expect you could taste the feeling of seeing Batman on his knees, eating your pussy like it is his last meat to get a delicious taste from. Yes, every time he fucked you, you felt wonderful but this, this was beyond. This was something else. Something gave you a superior feeling, making a fact hit your face; you were Batman’s one and only. The one he would give not the whole world but also his proud away.

As his tongue began to hit your delicate spots again and again, you screamed his name again, “Bats!” Breaths were no longer you concern. You felt paradise. “I –“ You couldn’t speak as his third finger joined to others, leaving no empty space.

“Ah –“

All you could do was moan in delight as all the burning sensations rushed through your body. Besides the wonderful pleasure of feeling him so close after so long, nor you or him could expect you to be able to do anything else rather than moaning because of his fingers’ and tongue’s deft moves. You found yourself in a stinging feeling, standing in front of the night and the moon that reflecting its light on your naked form and Bats’ suited one.  With the shame and courage of being naked, he was soon to put out the fire that was boiling inside you, making you reach the second climax of the night. In your last moments, it had never occurred to you to make a sentence or ask his permission to cum. There was just a desire to touch his ears’ again.

With that desire, cold hands held his ears, rapid breaths were taken, and a last moan escaped from tired body, “Bats! –“

Throwing your head back to empty air, you reached your climax.

When the stars of the night find their way from the sky and fall right in front of your eyes, you were honored to have his tongue drink every drop of the cum, not wasting any of it. The man, who was called as a freak by others, was your fascinating beloved. He was the one who would make you like this, being naked in the hell of a night without questioning anything. He was the one who you would expose both your body and soul. He was the Batman. He was your lover.

“B.”

He cleaned his mouth, stood up, showed his huge posture like he wasn’t kneeling and eating your pussy just now.

You smiled, hugging him with your naked body you felt his suit fully but beyond that, you felt his fast beating heart. He was a human after all. He felt everything like you did.

The smile became bigger, “I am glad you are back.” You said, “I love you.”

A few minutes later, he hugged you back, “Yeah.” This was his way to say ‘I love you too’. Even if you wanted to hear it you even agreed to that.

“C’mon,” He said, finding your blanket which you would bring to roof for coldness of every other night. As he wrapped your body with the blanket, warmness felt inside too. “Let’s go home.”

You wanted to say that he was the home but you decided not to. Maybe another night, you thought as both of you made your way to his bat mobile, not saying a word but feeling wonderful.

After all, you were his and he was your beloved.

But it was time for Bruce Wayne to complete the night. Batman would wait his turn any other time.

. . .

taglist: @erensslut​ <3

[inactiveanimeblog]

YANDERE ITACHI X READER

thinking of making an NSFW pt two for this and releasing it this week lmk :)

modern AU where itachi is a yandere, obsessed with his new little puppy.

tw : yandere, kidnapping, pet play, cage, collar, abuse and violence towards reader, swearing, reader is treated like a dog

life was pointless.

no one was coming to look for you anymore, no one cares, and for all everyone knows you could be dead.

but you’re not.

you’re in the basement of a man’s home, locked up in a small cage made for a medium sized dog, clawing at the metal to be let out, crying and begging to be let go.

you are let out every once in a while if you’re being “good.” and it feels nice to stretch out your legs and eat food at the dinner table like a normal human being, not like some pet licking food and water out of a puppy bowl.

it also feels nice to be able to use the bathroom and shower instead of being let outside to piss on the ground and be washed down afterwards by a hose.

every day it’s the same thing. you act up, you get treated like a dog and put in a cage. you be a good puppy and you get to sleep in the comfy warm bed with itachi, you get to almost be treated normally.

but none of this is genuinely ‘normal.’ living in fear with the sick man who kidnapped you is not normal.

you miss your friends, your family. you hated your old job but gosh you’d rather be anywhere in the world but here.

you wonder if you’ll ever get out someday. to see other humans, do regular things, come back to reality.

but with a man as strong and sadistic as itachi you know your chances to escape are slim to none, and you can’t really make a plan when he watches you like hawk. whether he’s in front of you or watching you from the camera’s.

he comes down to the basement to check on you. you don’t even notice he’s in the basement. it’s been six hours you estimated in the cage. you’ve screamed and cried as loud as you could the entire time, you’re surprised you hadn’t lost your voice yet.

he kicks the cage, getting your attention. you look up at him with your teary and defeated eyes. he thinks it’s cute when you look at him like that. you really are a little pup.

he crouches down to your level, puts a collar in front of your face, and smiles.

“sweetheart. you’ve been such a bad little puppy lately you know?” he starts. “if only you could be a good girl then you wouldn’t have to be in this little cage. you could be sleeping with me upstairs.”

“fuck you itachi.” you spit at him.

he chuckles at you. when will you ever learn?

“bad puppies get punished. you know you’re not supposed to bark back at your owner. so i got you a little something.” he waves the collar in front your face, it’s not like he hasn’t gotten you a collar before. this isn’t anything new.

“i know what you’re thinking. but this isn’t a regular collar, puppy. this is a shock collar. so whenever you yap out of that bad little mouth of yours, it’s gonna shock your entire body.”

there’s no way he’s seriously thinking of putting a shock collar on you.

“don’t you dare think about putting that fucking thing on me!” you shout, hitting at the cage like a weakling. his face contorts into anger and he unlocks the cage, dragging you out of it by your hair until your completely in front of him. he lands a harsh smack to the side of your head.

you gotta admit, when he hits you, you can really feel it. he’s not one to play with, but every single last bit of dignity you have, sticks to you. you can’t let him win.

and you wish you would have given up a long time ago. you wish you would have just let him have you, but there’s just one part of you that won’t let him.

the ringing in your ear and the dizziness of the slap has you completely helpless while he undoes your other puppy collar and wraps and locks the new collar on your neck, pushing you back into the cage and closing it.

“there you go pup, this will teach you how to be a good baby.” he smiles again, standing up and wiping off his hands like he just did some hard work.

“plea-” bad idea. the moment you speak your zapped with a stinging and burning sensation throughout your entire body.

trying to take it off doesn’t work either when there’s a lock on it.

“it works perfectly. i knew this would be the best gift for you. now you be a good puppy and think about your actions for the next few hours. i’ll come back to check up on you later.” he says before walking off upstairs and closing the basement door behind him.

you wanna cry, scream, beg him to take it off of you. but you know you can’t and you swear the last bit dignity you have starts to leave you.

[suna-reversed]

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

——-

- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

[belphies-wife]

What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)

In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)

Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.

Also, no beta we die like Lilith.

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Lucifer

➼ Never sleeps, e v e r

➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep

➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this

➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once

➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep

➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload

➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that

➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation

➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept

➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around

➼ Smart bastard

➼  If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you

➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles

➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable

➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping

➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours

➼ He thanks you

➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day

➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that

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Mammon

➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)

➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no

➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after

➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”

➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual

➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”

➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”

➼ Tsundere baby

➼ Obviously, you tease him about it

➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”

“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”

“I said nap, not cuddle.”

➼ Cue the pout

➼ The definition of the 🥺 face

➼ Please love this child

➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”

➼ Usually a little spoon

➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood

➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.

➼ More teasing, obviously

➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar

➼ Poor baby wants love

➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby

➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated

➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles

➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him

➼ f o r e h e a d  k i s s e s

➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles

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Leviathan

➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”

➼ Obviously not

➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s  spin-off series

➼ Why would you even ask?

➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”

➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”

➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working

➼ You’re worrying about him?????

➼ And you’re calling him honey?????

➼ Are you trying to kill him?????

➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”

“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”

➼ Wait you meant a nap together????

➼ You’re really trying to kill him.

➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.

➼ But he was currently too busy dying.

➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.

➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.

➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.

➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”

“No!”

➼ He does sleep eventually.

➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.

➼ Wholesome af

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Satan

➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.

➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree. 

➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3

➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.

➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.

➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.

➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.

➼ Big spoon

➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.

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Asmodeus

➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”

➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?

➼ No, you could not.

➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.

➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”

“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”

➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.

“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”

➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.

➼ It’s a process.

➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.

➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.

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Beelzebub

➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.

➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.

➼ Then he’s ready.

➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.

➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3

➼ You kiss his face a lot.

➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.

➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?

➼ Not counting the custard incident

➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.

➼ He definitely snores.

➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.

➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.

➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.

➼ Overall just really soft.

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Belphegor

➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.

➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.

➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.

➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.

➼ Do I even have to say it?

➼ S m a l l  s p o o n

➼ The smallest spoon.

➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.

➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.

➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”

➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.

➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.

➼ It was obviously intentional

➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?

➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own

➼ Softest boi

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Simeon

➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™

➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?

➼ He can’t.

➼ You want naps? You get naps.

➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.

➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.

➼ Hotel? Trivago.

➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.

➼ Especially forehead kisses.

➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.

➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺

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Luke (Platonically)

➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.

➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.

➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.

➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)

➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.

➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.

➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.

➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.

➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”

“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.

➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.

➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.

➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.

➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).

➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.

➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER

➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too

➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you

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Solomon

➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!

➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.

➼ Not a good idea.

➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.

➼ You  s h r e i k

➼ “Solomon!”

➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”

➼ The  s m a c c  you gave him though-

➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”

“You know you love me.” He grinned.

“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”

➼ He does let you sleep after that.

➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.

➼ You’re so  p r e c i o u s.

➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.

➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.

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Diavolo

➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.

➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.

➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.

➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.

➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.

➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.

➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.

➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful. 

➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.

➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.

“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.

➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.

➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh. 

➼ He didn’t say anything, though.

➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.

➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.

➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.

➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.

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Barbatos

➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)

➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.

➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.

➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.

➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.

➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.

➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.

➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.

➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.

➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.

➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”

➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.

➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Yes. I would like that.”

“Is something bothering you?”

You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”

“Of course it isn’t.”

“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”

“If it would make you feel better, you may.”

➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.

➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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SandB Series

Alpha Werewolf!Taehyung x Mate!Reader

Chapter 12.

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Smut, Angst

Warnings: Feelings of Inadequacy, Use of Oc's Powers, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praise, Lactation Kink, Sexual Acts Involving Jeongguk, Jimin, Yoongi, Use of The Term: Bitch, Pregnancy Kink, Milk Drinking,  Cunnilingus, Knotting, (Minor) Jungkook Handjob, Cream Pie

Being in Summit is eye opening on levels you never thought you would begin to grasp.

It's not just discovering you have powers, it's seeing how these two species you once considered mythological act around each other.

Even how they act within their own groups.

You've come to understand recently, or feel more accurately, that the Fae do not actually like the werewolves. In fact, there's a film of hatred that pours from their territory into the wolves.

It's shocking in all honesty, how do they keep up the charade? How do they keep the wolves from not knowing their fervent hatred?

It astounds you almost everyday.

What you've also come to realize is how different packs are than the one you're in.

Yes, even though you're a human, you've been told very rigorously by the servants that you are indeed still a part of the pack.

With your mate being pack Alpha, it seems that you're also held to a higher standard than all the other wolves in this group.

You can feel constant judgement from other female werewolves when you pass them in the streets or when they just pass by you on a whim.

Sylai, a female Omega you've been spending time with almost as much as Namjoon has been, seems to know all the hot gossip at the drop of a hat. However, she is timid and skittish at times whenever your best friend Alpha is around.

The pretty Omega is always quick to tell you why you're an outcast here and although you shouldn't be upset about it -- you almost always are.

You've come to terms with the fact that werewolves don't normally find their mates in humans, you've heard it from Taehyung's lips on more than one occasion, but you didn't think it would disgust others as much as it does.

When you've had the chance to view other packs, they seem to operate on levels of hierarchy you've never seen before.

The Alphas are always on top, the Betas a close second and the Omegas, most times, are treated like play things. Which is why you can understand that Sylai makes herself so small around Joon.

When you've been able to see other Alphas mates, they're very accommodating and docile. They're almost always pregnant which you understand and they bow to their Alphas every wish.

Sometimes you recall your past fights with Taehyung and lump forms in your throat. You can remember how he wished that you would just listen sometimes or not make comments and it truly makes you wonder… what if you aren't right for him?

You feel strong, thick muscled arms curling around your waist as you stare at the other packs down below your bedroom balcony.

"Hi, beautiful," your mate whispers, spreading his hand over your small belly.

"Hi," you breathe, letting your eyes flutter shut.

He's been away a lot recently, most because of the High Council asking his opinions of what to do with the rabid werewolves still at large -- including his parents.

"I missed you, baby girl." he coos, drifting his lips slowly over your mate mark.

You hum in agreement, running the tips of your fingers over his arms.

He peeks over your shoulder to look down at the random pack near the forest's edge.

He watches the Alpha snarl and snap his teeth at a Beta when he gets to close to his mate. Your fiance chuckles, burying his face in your hair.

"What's funny?" you inquire softly.

"Betas don't know how to behave sometimes," he replies, lifting the hem of your shirt to caress your growing belly.

Sometimes you feel completely out of your element and this feeling has been growing ever since you found out you're one of the Fae.

Maybe it's because you feel like you don't even know yourself anymore. You don't know who you are or who you should be.

The soothing scent of pine and musk breeches your senses once more and you allow yourself to be calmed by your mate at this very moment.

"Sylai has been spending a lot of time with Joon." you comment to him.

He hums in agreement, wanting to ignore his Alpha duties for just one minute of the day. If he accepts this fact, then his wolf will have to welcome someone new into the pack and he would just rather have these moments alone with you.

"I've seen it." he murmurs, pulling you closer to his body.

"Are you going to let her join your pack?" you ask, turning around to him.

You really like Sylai and you would really appreciate more female company around.

"Probably, Joon deserves to be happy." he answers, not wanting to dive head first into the matter.

"I mean, she's really sweet. I think she would be good for your pack."

The words 'your pack' don't sit right with your mate for a second. And he voices it openly as he pulls you over to the bed. "Why do you keep saying that? You keep saying 'your pack'? It's our pack. You're my mate, you're in this pack too." he inquires with a raised eyebrow, sitting down on the bed.

He pats his lap, leaning back on his elbows and like always you straddle him immediately.

"Well, I'm not a wolf. I'm a Fae or… just human so…"

He can smell your timidness, he can hear your heart hammering with worry and his wolf suddenly feels protective.

"What's wrong, baby?" he whispers, dragging his thumb over your lower lip.

You shake your head slightly, running your fingers over his tight black t-shirt that seems to hug each and every sinewed muscle on his chest and stomach.

"Hey now," he breathes, flipping you over so you're laying down beneath him.

You don't make eye contact with him, you don't so much as look above his stomach as he lays down beside you.

"Y/N?" he murmurs, kissing your temple.

It's stuffy in the room, you've come to realize or it just feels that way with his prodding questions.

"Y/N?" his voice is more forceful and you're just embarrassed to speak.

Werewolves aren't known for their patience. They need to know what's wrong, why this is happening and how to immediately fix it or there's very little in the world that will calm them down until the problem is solved.

The growl Taehyung emits throughout the room is a warning to you. It's a warning for you to speak up.

But you've seen Alphas immediately give in to their mates when they bare their necks. So you do so as well.

Taehyung's heart clenches in the recesses of his chest and he can almost scoff at your meekness. "Don't do that," he breathes, nuzzling your neck with his nose.

"Where's my spit fire mate today? What's wrong, baby?" he gasps, burying his face into neck.

"I'm sorry," you bleat.

"Sorry? Sorry for what? You're perfect, baby."

Your fiance can quite literally feel his heart panging with worry. He can hear some of your thoughts like you're screaming in the quiet room.

Inadequate

Unaccepted

Different

Human

Disgrace

"No, baby, no." he hisses, turning your face to look at him.

When your eyes don't meet his, he can only swallow thickly.

"I love you, baby girl." he promises, drifting his lips over your jawbone.

"I love you too." you mumble, looking down at your engagement ring.

"If-If you wanted to get another mate… maybe a wolf… I would understand."

The sharp breath Tae takes between his teeth, makes you shudder beside him. "Don't you dare, ever, suggest something like that. You're my soulmate, do you understand? You're my woman. My mate. I don't want anyone else, I could never be with anyone else."

"I'm not a wolf," you explain, turning to face him.

"So?! What does that have to do with anything?" he scoffs, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Well, most other wolves are disappointed that I'm a human. I'm not-"

"Who fucking cares about those newborn pups?! Who cares what the fuck they think?! They aren't in my pack and they aren't my mate!" he curses, sitting up and carding his fingers through his silver mullet.

You can see his chest vibrating with growls and snarls. You know you're pushing him to the edge but you just can't help it -- your insecurities are trumping everything right now.

"Are you embarrassed of me? Embarrassed of our children? Our pups?" Taehyung inquires, looking at you with hardened blue eyes.

"No," you reply, turning your body away from him.

"Then what is going on in that head of yours? You feel inadequate? Because wolves look at you differently?"

You stay silent, squeezing your eyes closed.

"Answer me, Y/N." he urges, running his hands over your back.

"They...They just look at me like I'm a disease or something. Like I'm not worthy of being with you. And… I don't want to be a burden to you or your pack."

He scoffs loudly, hooking his arm around your body and pressing his chest flat to your back.

"I don't care about others. You're not a disease. You're not a burden. You're mine. You're my beautiful, precious, headstrong mate who is just as much a part of my pack as Guk or Jin." he breathes.

When your silence bleeds throughout the room, he doesn't think he can stomach it for another second.

His canines drop out of instinct and he clamps his teeth softly down on your mate mark. If you were a wolf, you would be arching back into him needily already but it grounds him to know that things aren't so easy.

Yeah, you're stubborn and reflexive but you're his. And he loves that so much that if the Earth was crumbling he wouldn't care as long as you're in his arms.

Taehyung lifts the hem of your shirt, cupping your small belly. "I don't need anyone else but you, Y/N. You're a fierce woman and I count myself lucky to know you and to have you as mine."

"I'm sorry… I was just embarrassed… I don't want to burden anyone." you hiccup, looking down at his hand.

"Never, baby. You're never a burden." he promises, pulling the straps of your tank top down.

From your belly to your clothed core, his hand digs beneath the band of your leggings.

"Why would I want a meek little wolf when I can have a fierce fairy in my bed." Tae quips, turning you flat on your back.

Your breath hitches and you gasp gently when his fingers part your lower lips.

"T-Tae," you whimper, allowing him to position you as he sees fit.

As he climbs above you, his eyes roam over your body as if you're prey and you can't help the excitement that begins to bleed from your pores.

"Do a little magic for me, babe," he quips, kissing down your neck.

Snapping your fingers, you relish in the deep growl he gives when you both are stark naked.

"Pretty girl," he drolls, palming both of your breasts in hand.

When your nipples begin to bead milk, he can almost surely feel his knot twitching to expand already.

"I love you." his voice is a purr that echoes throughout your limbs.

"I love you too."

The kiss he captures you in is passionate and heated. You can feel the sharp points of his teeth raking over your bottom lip until your aching with need at your center.

"Flip over for me, my wolf wants to show you how loved you are." he coos, suckling at your nipple.

Flipping over onto your front, you perch your ass in the air for him and the complete sense of dominating ripples through your mate.

His eyes harden over, pupil dilating as he stares at the puckered mate mark that scars your skin.

"My bitch is so pretty full of my pups," the Alpha growls, knocking his forehead against your temple.

His movements are fluid and firm, spreading your legs to situate himself between them.

The head of his cock glides through your now sodden folds and you quiver with anticipation.

"Alpha, please," you beg, lowering your forehead to the pillow.

His sharpened nails dance over your spinal column, purring at how submissive you sound beneath him.

"What is it my pretty mate? You're aching? You need Alpha's big cock in you? Want me to split you open so well you don't even remember your own name?" he prods, rutting his cock to your core.

"Yes! I need it!" you preen.

His hands grip onto your hips, massaging the flesh within his large, warm grip.

"Well, if that's what you need," he hums, entering you in one intrusive motion.

Your mouth drops open into a silent scream, your hands fumbling to grip the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

This sex is primal and mind shattering -- and everything you need.

Taehyung can hear your thoughts screaming once more and he's pleased with what he hears this time.

More.

Complete.

Mine.

Ours.

Nuzzling your neck, he lets your cunt accept the intrusion of his large cock. He takes to caressing your three month pregnant bump to distract you.

"That's it, baby. You look so gorgeous stuffed with my cock inside your pregnant pussy." he mumbles against your ear.

You can feel his muscles contorting and hardening against your back.

"I would never love someone like I love you. I would never wish to be buried in someone like this, baby girl. Let them talk all the shit they want, because you're the one that gets this hard cock at night." he growls, rolling his hips for you to feel every inch of his cock within you.

Your mouth waters and a sharp moan emits from you at the feeling.

"No one takes my knot but you. And no one would ever take it so well."

Taehyung lets his prideful thoughts bleed past his lips because he knows you need to hear them. He knows you need the assurance. And he may be Alpha, but he's a slave to your love first and foremost.

When he pulls his length almost all the way out, your body sings with hot pleasure -- it's every thick vein and ribbed muscle along his cock that gets your mind numb.

"Only my beautiful mate," he thrusts back in to prove his point, "gets fucked stupid by my cock."

Your back arches, his name falls from your lips like a prayer and you don't even have the strength to lift your head up and look back at him.

He creates a dazing, relentless pace, fucking you just hard enough to keep you babbling but not hard enough to get your orgasm to approach.

He's proving a point. He's making you his again and again with every thrust.

His canines sharpen longer and they clench down on your mate mark just hard enough for you to feel a sting sing through you.

"Hey, Tae-" the door is thrust open and you can barely focus on who's just intruded but your mate just chuckles against you.

"Come in and sit." he orders, pushing your hair away from your mate mark.

His fingers glide over your distending skin, kissing down your back with soft, open mouth pecks.

"My mate thinks she's not enough for our pack." he announces and fuzzily you can hear murmurs of shock.

"She thinks she's not worthy of my knot and my pups," he growls, fucking into you harder.

"Tae!" you whine, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

"But she's a pretty bitch that still bends to my will," he coos, focusing on how much of your arousal has coated his long, thick length, "Yoongi, come."

He pulls you up by your shoulders, pressing you up against his chest with a snarl.

Yoongi sits before you, not knowing where to look but licking his lips hungrily.

"You want him to suckle? You want our pack to need you, bitch? Is that it? You want your scent all over all of them? To show these filthy mutts who live in this city that you're a queen amongst mongrels?" he inquires, kissing the shell of your ear.

You don't know what's driving you, you don't know if it's the insanely arousing thought of being above everyone else or it's the thought of being on top of this pack. But the sharp 'yes' you moan out has Yoongi growling with anticipation.

"Feed," he orders the Beta.

You gasp loudly at the foreign feeling of Yoongi's lips against your puffy nipple. You adore how his eyes screw shut at the taste of you. His hands grip onto your sides and you're lost for words when he ruts his clothed hard cock against your thigh.

"See, my beautiful mate, you're above all here." Taehyung coos, pressing his hand to the apex of your thighs and rubbing smooth circles to your swollen clit.

"Jimin." Taehyung calls and you hear the earnest whimper of your best friend.

"No, I don't think I should… I'm-" Jimin breathes nervously.

"Well fuck, if you won't I will," Jungkook groans, pushing Jimin out of the way.

Your head lolls back to your mate's shoulder and your vision becomes blurry with the attention your body is being given.

Taehyung knows that his wolf is sharing you for the sake of proving a point but he can't help the way his cock twitches within you as he watches Yoongi hump your leg like a dog in heat.

Jeongguk's lips on you are familiar and suddenly you can smell the forest from that fateful day when your fiance shared you with the youngest pack member.

"You gonna cum? Hmm, beautiful? I can feel your pregnant cunt trying to milk my cock," your mate growls in your ear.

The small whimpers of the wolves suckling from your breasts, sends you over the edge and Yoongi is quick to press his hands against your rib cage to keep you from falling.

"That's a good little bitch," Taehyung gasps, fucking you with a fierceness to cum inside you.

"You want it, baby? You want my cum?" he goads, kissing over your mate mark.

"Yes, please," you cry out, carding your fingers through both Yoongi and Jungkook's hair.

Jimin lets out a sharp whine, feeling conflicted on what to do. But, this probably will never happen again in his lifetime and even though you're his best friend… he's not missing this. "Fuck it," he curses, jumping onto the bed.

He eyes you wearily for a second, avoiding your stomach which he knows is solely the Alpha's property and heads straight for your swollen, over-stimulated clit.

Your mate on instinct cups your growing stomach, growling as his best friend makes his dissent.

Your body shivers like a leaf when Jimin's plush lips kiss at your bundle of nerves.

"Oh God!" you cry out, gripping onto the boy's hair harder.

Yoongi curses against your breast, pulling off your nipple to catch his breath as his shorts become sticky and slack against his golden skin.

"Fuck, baby girl. I'm cumming," Taehyung murmurs breathlessly.

The swiftness of Jimin's tongue knocks the wind out of you and you spiral into another orgasm with ears filled with white noise and eyes seeing stars.

"Shit! Y/N!" your mate growls, pulling you back roughly to his cock until you’re squirting your arousal onto his thighs.

Jungkook whimpers needily, guiding your hand to his swollen cock.

"Pup," Taehyung warns him, stilling your hips as his thrusts become erratic.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, cursing loudly when he begins to cum inside you.

His lips tremble against your mate mark when his knot begins to inflate and you can only whimper at the stretch.

"Good girl taking my cock so well," your fiance coos, pressing his index finger beneath your chin and turning your head to kiss him.

"Noona, please. God!" Jungkook whines, nuzzling his face to your breast.

Taehyung can only give a breathy laugh against your lips. "See how needed you are? Guk is going to explode if you don't help him."

Jimin pulls away from your core with innocent eyes and he kisses your forehead gently.

"I'm gonna go check on Baek and Chan." he murmurs, hopping off the bed.

Your mate's eyes follow him as he leaves the room and he doesn't appreciate the bloom of pheromones that bleed from the Omega. Almost as if he's caught feelings for you.

You haven't noticed with your attention on the youngest.

He suckles eagerly from your breast, whimpering and whining as he fucks up into your hand.

"Gonna cum, noona. Oh shit," he whines, burying his face into the valley of your breasts.

You hum sweetly, combing your fingers through his long black locks.

The warmth that explodes onto your hand is a knowing sign of the youngest's release and he cries out softly against your skin.

"Clean her up," Tae warns him and he's quick to do the Alpha's command.

You can feel your tiredness beginning to exhaust you and your mate knows it right away. "She's sleepy, let me lay her down," he whispers, laying on his side with you.

The tug of his knot has you wincing slightly but he makes up for it with his sweet kisses to the back of your neck.

"One time thing," he tells them.

Yoongi pulls at his cum covered shorts with a grimace. "Good enough for me."

Taehyung's large hand caresses over your head and he can't help but think of the scent that was drifting off Jimin in waves.

"I love you," you mumble, closing your eyes.

"I love you too baby girl. You and our pups," he replies, drifting his hand over your belly.

He knows your asleep when his breathing gets shallow and his knot finally deflates after a while.

Taehyung turns onto his back, perching his hands beneath his head as he closes his eyes. His ears perk up and he takes a sharp breath through his nose when he hears Jimin mumble across the mansion.

"I-I don't know. I just felt so-"

"Don't let Taehyung catch you talking like this! She isn't ours," Yoongi hisses to the younger Omega.

"I almost had her before Taehyung y'know, is it so wrong of me to still want her?! You all wanted her at that moment!" Jimin scoffs.

"Jimin, what we did was to help a member of our pack feel safe. You are becoming obsessed with her." Jungkook accuses.

Taehyung's eyes spring open, a deep low growl emitting through his chest. He can feel his canines and nails sharpening themselves. Gripping his shorts, he jumps out of bed with one thing on his mind -- vicious anger.

He can hear the maids and servants whispering nervously as he stalks through the wolframite hallways.

Your mate isn't in the headspace to calm anyone down at the moment, he can't possibly think of others when his wolf is yearning to tear out his best friend's jugular.

Slamming the doors to the dining room open, his eyes scan his pack before finding him.

"Oh shit," Jin mumbles, cupping his mouth.

"GET OUTSIDE!" Taehyung barks to the Omega.

The whole pack avoids eye contact even Jimin.

Taehyung is fast -- so fast that Seokjin's hair blows in the breeze he creates.

The pack Alpha grips the Omega by the neck, hurdling him over the wooden bench he's currently sitting on and dragging him towards the large glass doors that lead out to the backyard.

"Taehyung!" Jimin whines but he's quick to shut up at the feral snap of Taehyung's teeth.

"Someone go wake up Y/N! This is so bad!" Jin yelps, rushing after both of the wolves.

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Going Angst Week 2021: Family/Friends

Read: [1: Birth] [2: Instinct]

Continuation of the No One Knows AU plotline.

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Everything had changed since the accident. The biological differences were obvious. He glowed, his hair inverted, his eyes turned green, he had ectoplasm running through his veins, he was cold, he didn’t need to breathe as much in human form—the list went on. 

But the psychological ones were easily more terrifying.

And nothing scared him more than the way his friends and family were treating him as of late.

He knew that deep down he would never be able to match the way he acted when he was fully human. But that didn’t mean that his heart didn’t skip a beat every time someone shot him a worried glance, every time someone asked if he was alright, every time he caught himself doing something wrong. 

He wasn’t human anymore. He wasn’t even sure what he was now, and Vlad seemed to have too much fun emotionally torturing him to give him a straight answer.

“You up for a movie tonight?” Tucker asked, leaning across Danny’s desk. 

“Hell yeah,” Sam said. “My house?”

“Oh, you know me too well. What do you think, dude?”

Danny realized that both teens were looking to him for an answer.

He wanted to stay home. Hanging out with either of them meant there was a chance they would see him slip up, and he couldn’t have that.

“Sure.” He hoped his voice didn’t sound too pained.

“Perfect!” Tucker clasped a hand down on his shoulder.

Danny tried not to duck away.

“So we’ll go to Sam’s after dinner. I can bring snacks. Anything you want in particular?”

The thought of eating anything was nauseating. “No. I’m fine.”

“Alright, I’ll just bring the usual then.”

But Danny should have known that something was up. After all, it had been a while since they’d done a movie night. And lately, Sam and Tucker had been acting...oddly. 

Well, that was nothing new. Danny thought that as time went on, they’d forgive him for being a bit jumpier than usual and everything would go back to normal. 

Except, of course, it didn’t.

The past few weeks had been especially hard. It seemed like they constantly had something to say, but never did. The worried glances had only increased, and the silent conversations seemed to only grow.

Danny had been trying his best to act normal, act human, but it seemed like the more he tried, the worse they’d get.

So of course, in between the first movie and second, the elephant in the room finally stomped all over Danny’s metaphorical floor.

“Hey, Danny.” Sam glanced over at Tucker. A moment passed between the two before Sam nodded and turned back to Danny. “We really need to talk to you.”

Dread pooled in his stomach. He knew exactly where this was going. “I can start the next movie if you want?”

“No, Danny. Listen, can you just sit down for a second?”

His ghostly instincts were begging him to run, but his human side forced him to sit down.

“Listen, we know that...well, Jazz told us about the lab accident.”

Danny could have sworn his heart stopped beating.

“She said it was pretty serious? And she was surprised that you hadn’t told us?” Sam fidgeted with her black rings. “We didn’t say anything to you because we wanted you to be the ones to confide in us.”

“That and we didn’t want you to get upset that we were talking to Jazz about you,” Tucker interjected.

“Right, and Jazz only told us because she was worried. And honestly? We’re really worried too.”

Any oxygen left in Danny’s body was sucked out of his throat like a vacuum.

They’d found out. They knew the truth, they knew he was a freak of nature half ghost and they were going to out him, they were going to tell his parents, they’d tell the school counselor, and Danny would have no one and he’d have to run away to become Vlad’s apprentice and he’d change, he’d be corrupted, he wouldn’t make it out alive.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t say anything?” Sam asked, her violent eyes brimming with concern.

“I…” Danny’s mouth felt like it was lined with cotton. He tried to swallow, but it was like swallowing sand. “I didn’t want you to worry is all.”

“Yeah, and we get that,” Tucker said carefully. “But, I mean, we’re your best friends. And dude, you’ve been...well…”

At Tucker’s helpless glance, Sam took over. “You just have been acting really off lately.”

“Sorry.”

“No!” Sam nearly leapt out of her seat. “Danny, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I mean, hell, if I nearly died in a lab accident I’d be acting off too. It just, you know, it explains a lot. It must have been really terrifying.”

Danny didn’t trust himself to say anything. 

How much of his personality had shifted because of Phantom, and how much had shifted because of the accident? Were his ghostly instincts really creeping up that much into his human form? 

Would he ever be the same again?

Did they know?

“Is there anything you wanna talk about?”

“We’re all ears, dude.”

He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t say a word. Not without outing himself as Phantom, and that was bound to backfire on him in the worst way possible.

Oh god, he was acting too suspicious. He needed to save this.

“I’m good.”

There was a beat of silence.

Sam leaned forward. “Danny...I don’t mean to sound like Jazz, but bottling stuff up isn’t—”

“I’m fine!” Danny snapped. “I didn’t say anything and I’m sorry, but you know it’s not every day like you’re nearly electrocuted to death in your parents’ ghost portal.”

“Is that what happened?” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “Oh my god, Danny.”

“Holy shit,” Tucker agreed.

Danny threw his arms out. “Ta da! I survived, I’m fine. Nothing to talk about.”

“Danny, I—”

“No.” His tone was final. “Drop it, seriously.”

Another beat of silence passed, and then Sam finally sighed. “Fine, but I’m telling you as your friend that if you ever need anything, we’re here for you.”

He wished he could have trusted those words. But he knew they were nothing more than a farce.

It would have been cruel to hold onto false hope.

Still, he tried to smile. “Thanks.”

Even though he knew he hadn’t fooled anyone.

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Maddie’s POV

Maddie watched her son from across the kitchen table, just as she’d done every night for the past several weeks. Quietly, as inconspicuous as possible, always watching.

Ever since the lab accident, he’d been….different. Jack hadn’t noticed, but to Maddie the changes were far too obvious. The dropped spoons, the flash of green behind his eyes, his limbs losing visibility without him even noticing, their ecto-inventions that always seemed to go off around him.

One day, she even saw him walk through his bedroom door.

At first, she thought it was just a simple case of possession. But there were telltale signs of possession, one’s that Jack, for all his enthusiasm, always failed to take into account.

Sure, Danny’s eyes flashed green every so often, but most of the time they were blue. Human blue.

And then there was his personality. In cases of possession, the ghost would be completely controlling the body. But in Danny’s case, he was still very obviously Danny. Still the sweet boy she always knew him to be, but he was just...different. Jumpier. Scared.

Like he knew he was living a lie.

And then, just a few weeks after Danny’s run in with the portal, a new ghost appeared. 

Of course, Maddie didn’t make the connection at first. The ghost was obviously new, and didn’t seem to have a grasp on its powers. Its fighting was laughable, its ectoblasts nearly always missed, and it seemed to constantly forget about its core powers.

Not to mention, its hair was white. Danny had black hair.

But then the ghost gave itself a name: Danny Phantom. And that was when Maddie decided to take a second look at it.

It was Danny’s height and build, its voice sounded similar to Danny’s, it seemed to know all of Danny’s classmates, it used a Fenton thermos, it wore a hazmat suit that looked eerily similar to the ones in their basement closet—not to mention that Danny’s hazmat suit had gone missing recently.

On its own, one small correlation didn’t mean anything. But when the little similarities kept piling up, then Maddie had to draw some sort of conclusion.

Just what was the conclusion though?

The Danny across the table had gone to school like any other human child, he’d eaten his meals like anyone else, he’d hung out with his human friends, he talked with his human family. On paper, he seemed normal.

Human.

But his grades were in a downwards spiral, Jazz had expressed concern about him and his friends, he’d been breaking curfew, and there were times when she’d peak into his room at night to find him gone.

He could have been just experiencing trauma from the accident. Maybe he was rebelling. There were so many explanations for his behavior that didn’t involve ghosts.

But then he’d do something ghostly or a weapon would beep around him or Phantom would fly nearby, and her red flags would be raised once again.

Maddie learned long ago to trust her red flags.

The Danny across the table took a bite of his salad, and his face immediately scrunched up.

Maddie felt sick.

He swallowed, and Maddie could see his eyes watering. “Is there something wrong with the lettuce, Mom?” 

She feigned innocence. “Hmm?”

“I don’t know,” he prodded a carrot on his plate. “Something just seems off.”

“Tastes fine to me,” Maddie said. “I just bought this lettuce today. Jazz, is yours okay?”

“Yeah,” she said.

Maddie suppressed a grin. She could always count on her “facts and research only” daughter.

“It could be the dressing? I used a new brand tonight. It’s healthier than the other stuff.” 

That, or it was the small amount of blood blossoms she’d blended into the vinaigrette. 

“Maybe.”

But it couldn’t end here. She needed to know. She was a scientist, she had to see the experiment through.

“Eat the rest of your salad, honey. I’ll buy the other brand tomorrow, okay?”

Danny carefully put another forkful of salad into his mouth. He gave a small wince, but swallowed. 

“Good boy,” she said. “I have fudge in the fridge for when you’re done.”

“Oh, fudge?” Jack exclaimed. He shoveled the rest of his salad into his mouth. With a mouth full of food, he said, “Thanks, Mads! You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome sweetie!”

Jazz made a face. “Gross, Dad.”

Jack laughed and bantered back at his daughter, but Maddie had already tuned out of the conversation. Her only focus was on Danny, whose face was now just too flushed to be healthy. Still, he forced himself to eat.

There was just no question. No doubt about it.

No matter how Maddie looked at it, this was proof enough.

Danny Fenton wasn’t human. The portal hadn’t nearly killed him, it probably did kill him. And now here he was, pretending to still be a part of the family while using Phantom to distract them from the fact that he was a ghost.

It was a truly elaborate ploy. And if Maddie was anyone else, his plans probably would have worked.

But she was Maddie Fenton. She had a PhD in ectobiology. She’d been researching ghosts for twenty years.

Dinner ended, and the children went upstairs to do homework. Although, if Maddie looked, she was sure Danny wouldn’t actually be in his room. And if she went outside, like she’d done in nights past, there was no doubt she’d see Phantom soaring through the skies.

But she knew. She knew. She knew.

She slipped a white business card out of her jacket pocket, grabbed her cell off the counter, went into her bedroom, and dialed the number. 

It rang once, then twice, then stopped. A deep voice sounded from the other line. “Maddie Fenton? I figured I’d be hearing back from you. Have you made your decision?” 

“Yes.” Her voice was mechanical, as if she’d only called about a malfunctioning weapon. “I have. I agree to the partnership.”

“Excellent. And the terms are to your liking?”

“Yes.”

“Understood. We’ll be in touch tomorrow to sign the official contract. Will your husband be involved in this, or are you working alone?”

Maddie closed her eyes. “The contract will be for my name only.”

“All right, then. We’ll talk tomorrow. You won’t regret this.” 

“I know.”

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Too Late: Tom & Sabine (Commission for miner249er)

This is a sequel to Revolt of the Akuma, also a commission from @miner249er this will be multichaptered! 

Summary: Sequel to Revolt of the Akuma. How Paris and everyone there deals with Marinette’s akumatization and the many things born from it.

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Business was slow but that somehow became the normal for Tom and Sabine, at first they resented it, they truly were busy bodies and they loved to work, needed to work, but then Marinette was akumatized and disappeared. Their baby girl was gone and it felt like there truly was nothing they could do about it. The worst part was they hadn’t even realized she was the akuma at first, they didn’t know things at school had been so bad that Hawkmoth was able to take advantage of their little Baguette’s emotions, and they hadn’t been there to help her through it. Their days seemed routine now, they would wake up at 3 AM instead of their regular 4 AM because of the guilt and the nightmares, they would prep the kitchen then Tom would start on the bread with his father Roland helping out since everything had taken its toll on Tom and he started to become forgetful in things to do with the bakery, even his timing was off. Meanwhile Sabine would attempt to do her morning meditation. The meditation was never successful nowadays because she truly could not clear her mind or calm her heart and memories of Marinette both good and bad would surface and she would be thrown into a fit of sobs that Gina tried her best to help calm. 

Roland learned the hard way that he no longer could hum his and his son’s song while making bread as it had reminded his son too much of Marinette and the larger man would break down in tears if he even heard the slightest bit of the song. He would call out for his daughter while hugging whatever he had in his hands close to his chest. Roland had never been the most affectionate of father’s, he wasn’t even affectionate with his wife, but when he broke down like that, Roland felt the urge to just hold his boy and comfort him. It pained him to see his son in so much pain, but Tom and Sabine were strong people and they picked themselves up in order to get through the day. 

Well, they tried their best and really that’s all anyone expected of the grieving parents. The day Marinette was akumatized and disappeared had been a normal day for them and maybe that’s what filled them with so much guilt. Their bakery was always busy and that was something they took pride in, before Marinette was born, the bakery had been their baby. They made it, helped and watched it grow, and they got to see it flourish. It was a lot of work and sometimes they would just get into this work zone where nothing else could grab their attention. Working with so many ovens and having to prepare so many things, there was only so much you could multitask before your brain felt full. Though those were only excuses, they had been neglecting their daughter and hadn’t realized it. Marinette knew how much they loved their bakery and how busy it could get and she always seemed to understand but now looking back on it maybe she had just pretended to be fine with it all. They tried their best to always ask how her day was when they would all have dinner together, but Tom would be the first to admit that sometimes even that just became routine rather than actual curiosity about their daughter’s day. 

They had deluded themselves into believing that Marinette’s world was rose tinted, and they had taken comfort in the lie. Maybe they truly just wanted to believe that Marinette was their always smiling baby girl and she had no problems to worry about because it would be easier to deal with than the reality. When Marinette had become fascinated with fashion and that fascination grew, Sabine and Tom had been happy and supportive of their daughter, yes their hearts hurt a bit since they had hoped that maybe she would take over the bakery for them, but then they noticed how much time her designing took up. It hurt to think about now but Sabine could remember thinking that it was a blessing that Marinette was distracted and busy because it meant they had more time for the bakery. The more they remembered their shortcomings, the more they felt. They felt too much now after not being able to for so long because of Hawkmoth.

After having to shut down any and all negative emotions, finally being able to express them was like breaking a dam. Crying was never just a little tears, it was always these heart wrenching sobs and it could be for the littlest of things like a broken toy or missing a bus. Anger, now anger was the scariest in everyone's opinion, once someone started yelling it was like they couldn’t stop, they would break things, maybe hoping to see a butterfly, then there was the crying. Everything ended in tears. Anger came quickly nowadays, more so than sadness, though maybe they worked hand in hand now. Tom had found himself more on the depressed side of things, everything made him miss his little Baguette, sometimes he still expected to hear her footsteps racing down from her room and out the door with a shout because she was running late. Sabine on the other hand, everything just made her angry, every little thing. She would even snap at Tom but she would immediately apologize because she knew it wasn’t his fault. If anything she was angry at herself, angry at the school, at Hawkmoth, Hell, even at their bakery.

 Some days she hated waking up to the work and the mingling, there were times where she was so close to just begging her husband to closing the shop for a while and taking a break or maybe closing it permanently. She hadn’t decided yet, but she just told herself to hold on, just hold on till their closing period or ‘vacation time’ as Marinette would say. Perhaps that was the reason why she wasn’t really giving it a serious thought, the whole giving up their boulangerie idea. It held memories, both good and heart-aching, of Marinette. Sabine would never talk about those memories with anyone but family now, but everytime she was working she couldn’t help but look over at their ‘Artisan Boulanger’ sticker at their storefront that was slightly crooked because Tom had been putting it on when Sabine had told him she was pregnant and he had slipped in shock and the sticker was forever a bit crooked. She couldn’t help the way her hands would clench over a box or bag when giving a customer their things, Marinette had designed them and each time she handed them over it felt like she was giving away a little piece of her daughter each time. 

“Have a wonderful day.” Sabine muttered to the latest customer of the day not even caring that her voice came out monotone.

“You as well! Merci Madame.” The young boy who had come in thanked her but Sabine just watched impassively as he hurried over to his friend. “Dude can you believe it? We get to eat pastries that the Protector ate!”

“Correction, we get to eat pastries that Ladybug ate.” His friend responded.

“That hasn’t been proven yet. That’s all just speculation man.” The first boy laughed as they made their way to the door and Sabine had to take in a deep breath or else she might have thrown something. How dare they come into their shop and talk about their daughter as though she wasn’t a person. How dare they treat her akumatization as some spectacle for them to worship and admire. How dare them all.

“Speculation? You are sorely mistaken bro, look at all the evidence! I’ll send you all the links then you’ll see.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Sabine just stared at the young men even after they had left until she no longer could make them out. This. This was why she no longer wanted the bakery, it no longer held the same joy it had when Marinette was there and Sabine and Tom hadn’t even known it until she was gone. 

“Bonjour Madame.” Sabine was ripped from her musings by another customer walking in, a regular in fact, Mlle Josephine Bernard. She had been coming to their boulangerie since they first opened and had always been very kind to Marinette. In fact, she commissioned Marinette a few times as well.

“Bonjour Joséphine." Sabine greeted with a small smile, the most she could manage.

“One rhubarb tart please and a pain de campagne. I’m making stew tonight and my fiance loves when I pair it with your bread.” Joséphine said with a kind smile as she took out her money and change and placed it on the saucer on the counter.

Sabine couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped, Joséphine always had exact change and honestly it was a welcome habit to Sabine. “Are you going to share the tart for dessert? It is small, are you certain you would like just one?”

“Oh no, that’s just for me. Our little secret okay?”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Sabine promised as she swiftly gathered Joséphine’s order, once she made her back to the counter to hand everything to the woman she was caught off guard when said woman placed her hand on top of Sabine’s.

“How are you holding up Sabine?” 

First instincts were yelling at her to lie, to say everything was fine despite everyone knowing it was not, but another part of her was yearning for reassurance that wasn’t from her husband or his parents. “I...I’m trying. But it’s hard. It’s hard when people come in and talk about my daughter as if she’s this thing that is more than human, more than just a teenager. They don’t even say her name anymore. Tom and I have had to move and lock away her things because...because people have broken in and stolen her belongings in order to steal or collect them. The police have been no help on that front. They told us to just get better locks. As if it is our fault that people are breaking in.” Sabine took in a shaky breath before continuing, “We get people who leave “gifts” instead. They are letters to Tom and I, accusing us of abusing Marinette...of neglecting our baby. They seem to think we don’t care about what happened to her Joséphine. We’ve had to replace some windows after one incident with a rock and some spray paint.”

“Oh my goodness Sabine! I’m so sorry. You and Tom don’t deserve any of that.” Joséphine gasped out, but Sabine wanted to argue that maybe they did. “That is just cruel and disgusting. If you two ever need anything please don’t hesitate to ask, or if you just need to talk or get out of the house for awhile, call me okay? Things...things will get better.”

“Merci Joséphine...maybe I’ll take you up on that. Enjoy your treats and tell me how Stephan likes everything okay?” Sabine responded after a while.

“I will...I will keep you and Tom and Marinette in my prayers. Merci Madame.” Joséphine said before leaving. 

Sabine’s movements felt robotic as she walked over to the door, locked it, and flipped the sign letting everyone know they would be closing for lunch. It was a small mercy that they were already at the middle of their day. Thankfully Roland and Gina would have lunch ready for them, they had been so helpful through everything but sometimes Sabine couldn’t help but feel like even they blamed Tom and Sabine for what happened to Marinette. Sabine knew how much Gina adored Marinette and she could see how much getting to know Marinette had meant to Roland, to have their granddaughter gone so all of a sudden, they too were grieving in the way they best knew how. They parented and distracted themselves with helping out Tom and Sabine as much as they could, that would be why they were staying with them. She knew how Roland was about them being late to lunch so Sabine made her way to the kitchen to see Tom baking but it looked like he was doing everything on autopilot, she wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t even heard Joséphine come in. 

“Tom. Sweetheart. It’s lunchtime, let’s go eat with your parents.” She mumbled as she placed a soft hand on Tom’s shoulder stopping him from decorating the last of the cupcakes he had made. 

“Oh...Lunchtime already?”

“Yeah. Here let me put those on display then we’ll head on up.” She took the tray of cupcakes gently from him and went out to the front again to put them on display where she saw several people looking in their shop. She decided to just ignore them...and the camera flashes, though maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to pull the security gates down just while they were upstairs for lunch. In fact that’s exactly what she did. “Ready to head up dear?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, ready. Let’s go eat. It’s been a long morning.” Tom said with a small smile. She felt like it was more for her benefit but she still appreciated it all the same. Once they went upstairs they went through the motions of eating lunch and if someone asked Tom and Sabine what they had eaten, they wouldn’t have been able to answer, but they gave the obligatory remarks of, “This is so good thank you,” and,” So good. Maybe you can make it again sometime.” Maybe Roland and Gina saw through them, they probably had and the fact they made no comment about it truly was a blessing. As a way to avoid conversation if they needed to Sabine turned on the television and it just so happened to be the news.

“And as promised viewers video footage of The Protector in action. This footage was donated to us by an anonymous source who had happened upon The Protector out in the open when she was akumatized. I want to warn everybody, the footage may be shocking to some viewers. Roll the clip please.” Nobody spoke. How could they? Sure they knew people still had some weird fascination with their daughter and granddaughter’s akumatization but the news stations had stopped reporting on it or at least they thought they had. Nadja certainly hadn’t given them a heads up about this little ‘special’ of theirs like she had done previously, and yet here they were watching her and Alec talking about their daughter and they wouldn’t even say her name. She has a name. Sabine robotically pressed on the remote to see more info on the program and had to swallow back bile, ‘The Protector Really Paris’s Protector?’ that was the title and already Sabine could feel her anger rising. She didn’t bother reading the summary, she already knew what this special was about.

 She watched as her daughter, her baby girl, bent down in a patch of butterfly bushes crying her eyes out, sobbing out her hurt for anyone and everyone to hear. Her baby, even in the distance of the camera, looked so angry, so torn, she should never had to have felt like that. The video continued on with this person slowly zooming in on Marinette and Sabine had to wonder why this person was recording at all. She could never understand people’s obsessions with filming akumas, at least many filmed from a distance other than Alya and sometimes Nadja but it was always after the fact the person was akumatized. Maybe that’s why this particular video was bothering her so much, this person, whoever they were, they were filming her daughter breaking down because they knew at any moment she would be akumatized or, and the idea made her sick to her stomach, they were hoping she would be akumatized. They were hoping for a chance to have a video go viral, maybe they weren’t  but that’s the only thing that Sabine could rationalize why they would be filming her teenage daughter in the first place.

The video was a bit shaky as it seemed like the person filming didn’t want to be seen even though there was no one else there. Sabine hadn’t realized she started crying until she felt the tears hit her hand. She hated seeing Marinette in pain and her not being able to comfort her. She, her husband, and his parents watched with bated breath as they saw an akuma finally fly into frame and slowly make its way towards Marinette. Sabine wanted to shout out a warning, do something, but she  knew it was pointless and that just made the tears fall more. Everyone watching could tell that Marinette hadn’t noticed the akuma at all as she was still sobbing and wailing, Sabine could feel Tom squeeze her hand and she squeezed his right back. Then the akuma landed and merged but that wasn’t the shocking part, they had to watch their daughter stare at nothing with too-wide eyes and the familiar symbol of Hawkmoth over her face sit there as dozens...no, maybe hundreds of butterflies, white butterflies surrounded Marinette and landed on her body. 

Then a bright light flashed, it was so unlike any akumatization anyone had seen, the butterflies were gone but if you looked closely at the fading light surrounding Marinette you could see the faint flutter of wings. Then she stood up, the Protector stood up. Sabine sobbed and not for the first time cursed at her daughters classmates, they had been around Marinette the most, they knew her daughter, she did everything for them and yet they treated her like that. To the point of akumatization. Sabine prayed that her little girl wasn’t actually Ladybug like it was speculated, even if it made sense, because that would mean her daughter had been suffering through more than just everything going on at school and really, Sabine wasn’t ready to face all of that just yet.

“Now before we discuss everything in that video I will say we do have many more to share so stay tuned Paris!”

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