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gacha-incels · 3 months

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“Arknights/Limbus Company/etc is obviously very political, why are these incels playing it?” Here’s a longer answer if you’re interested.

If you haven’t been watching gacha communities for the past decade this might be confusing to you, but these guys see the games as just apolitical stories with a majority or all-female cast being there to titillate the male viewer. They are for his consumption. It’s why in both eastern and western “gacha game” communities you can see them talking about how these games are better for having “beautiful” anime women versus the hideous hags of western media. I’ve seen so many people asking “how are incels playing a game with so many strong female characters?” They see them not as “strong female” characters but rather “eyecandy made for me”. tbh when it comes down to it I wouldn’t call any of the designs in these games absolutely groundbreaking for the anime genre they’re aiming for. Arknights even follows the standard “fully animal faced-guy” and the female equivalent “small featured anime animal girl with some fur”. This doesn’t mean the designs are bad or you’re foolish for enjoying them of course, there are a lot of fun ones. Anyway, you can see the same sentiment in the majority of anime communities as well. Like do you think that stereotype of an anime nerd who “loves 2D women but hates 3D women” means he’s a feminist because the 2D girl is still female?

To be frank, after some of the actions taken by these companies (ex. the firing of women for posting anything vaguely feminist) can you honestly say an “apolitical game with anime babes” is not the way the games are often enjoyed? The company Yostar who publishes Arknights in Korea literally wrote a statement saying the game is apolitical and calling feminism a dividing force. If the publisher can say something so flippantly like this just to appease their incel fanbase, how can the game be making any meaningful, hardline progressive political statements? I am of course not saying this renders any positive message you get from these games moot nor am I saying it’s impossible for the writers to be passionate about their work, I’m just relaying the thoughts of the incels/“gacha gamers” playing them because there seems to be confusion. What I’m writing here doesn’t mean the worst interpretation of these games are their defining interpretations. I’m trying to explain how the games that many people see as being antithetical to incel beliefs can have these same men as high-spending fans.

Gacha games are unique in the world of consumer media in their extremely close and constant relationship with the consumer. You have to not only love each character’s design (and sometimes story) but also be willing to drop serious gambling money to “buy” them every single month. It’s like merchandizing on steroids. I think the term “whale” has been watered down since younger kids have started playing, but these people spend thousands per patch. Over the years I’ve heard about multiple games like this being sustained by just a couple of high spenders. In 2018 there was even a western news article about a man who had spent $70k+ on FGO. The publisher can’t rock the boat too much to displease the consumer too many times without risking EoS. Every character design and story of a gacha game is affected by this FIRST while any artistic intent comes second.

A Korean woman who had lost her job due to similar “feminist hunting” tactics wrote an article describing the way these incel men think. I posted it here and part of it summarized: the men that play these games see themselves as buying and “owning” the female characters in gacha games, who are often dressed and presented to them in a highly sexualized manner and will obey their commands. In the same way they “own” these 2D women, they also want to own the thoughts of the real live female illustrators who work on the games. Therefore, if these women have expressed ideas that the male gamers find upsetting, they will be angry she doesn’t conform to what they want like the servile 2D girl and do everything to get her fired (this is where she mentions Limbus Company as the most recent example of this happening).

You can argue for some of these games, maybe the girls aren’t dressed super provocatively and give (you) shit instead of being a simpering doll, but in the end it’s not like they can physically walk away or stop speaking to you. For the “waifu” hunter guy it’s just a different type of anime girl to collect.

The stories in these games are generally not what gets targeted as much by incels. In gacha “gamer” communities, especially the Korean incel ones, their main concerns are: how revealing are the summer swimsuits? How many women work for the company designing characters? and related, Are the male characters designed for women or for men and do they “look gay”? If you search through this blog, you can see them directly speaking about these things in regards to their hatred of Genshin Impact and Star Rail. All of these have also been encapsulated in the original Limbus Company incel attack: they hated that the summer female character looked more “clothed” (wearing a skintight suit instead of a bikini) than the male summer character. They thought the collar necklace and open shirt on the male summer character meant he was “a slave” for the female viewers, so obviously it was designed by a woman. When they learned a man designed and illustrated those characters, they searched to find a female illustrator who worked in the game and went after her instead. These guys WERE FANS that played the game beforehand and didn’t think anything in the story was upsetting enough to attack the company about. They were familiar enough with the works of Project Moon to name their little group after an antagonizing force in one of PM’s previous (non-gacha) videogames. And Project Moon saw them as such a significant part of their gacha fanbase that they wrote an immediate apology and fired the artist. How do these actions in reality inform their fiction and the interpretation of it? Getting this out of the way, they were NOT in any danger, the “fans” were not clamoring to get in their offices or camping outside, they were let in and calmly had a meeting with some employees at the office. You can still find photos of them goofing around, the ridiculous write up they brought with them and a transcript of the conversation. This was not a “guy shows up at Mihoyo’s offices with a knife” situation. In the end it was a financial and moral loss for the studio with many new and longtime fans completely dropping the games and Limbus Company taking one of the biggest financial and D/MAU drops for a gacha I’ve ever seen. You can read more regarding the ramifications of this here, this post is already pretty long for this website anyway.

Again I’m not writing this to shame anyone who plays these games, loves their characters or enjoys their stories. I don’t really care either way, and I obviously find the genre interesting or else I wouldn’t have been monitoring it and the fans for a decade. I just want to shine a light on the thoughts of the more “incel” gamers that play some of these games since I have seen a lot of genuine confusion as to why they would play them. In the future my aim is to write a more in-depth post about these issues, their history and the way antifeminists think.

#Arknights #yostar #hypergryph #project moon #limbus company #Genshin impact #long post #korean incel #incel ideology #gacha #fate grand order #fgo

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sunshine-theseus · 5 months

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Pequeña | Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: you make stupid decisions but you got your girl in the end.

Warning: fluff, horrible self-care, fainting

My parents and I moved from Spain to England when I was 5.

I was a quiet kid with no friends, who spent most of her time reading or listening to music. At seven years old my parents decided to sign me up for my local football kids club to try and get me to ‘open my wings’, their code for ‘stop being a fucking loner we value popularity over smarts’. I haven’t seen them in 8 years.

Turns out I was fucking great at football and by 12 I was in the Arsenal Football Academy. At 15 I was playing for their Women’s team in the WSL and was debuting for England’s national team. I spent most of that time on the bench of course, but by 17 I had a large ‘1’ on my back and was starting 90% of games at Arsenal. I didn’t have many friends though, especially when I knew most would either leave to bigger leagues or transfer teams. I preferred it though because that meant I had plenty of time between training and games to study and read and play music.

Another 6 years later and I’m playing for England in the Semi-finals of the 2023 World Cup against Australia. I wasn’t our main goalie, but Mary had gotten a concussion so that left me and like hell I would let us lose this close to the finals. I’d nearly managed to keep a clean sheet until Sam Kerr came running up from halfway, past Millie and chipped it behind me into the goal. Despite the goal, we won.

As I’m walking toward the girls, I tripped over something, or someone, sitting on the sidelines near the tunnel. One of the Aussie girls, clearly tired and upset, curled up to their goalkeeper. If there was one thing I could do, it was recognise a phenomenal goalkeeper when I see one, and Mackenzie Arnold was just that.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper to her as I pat her shoulder and copy the gesture for the girl next to her.

I didn’t know much about her, but I’d seen her play. Her footwork was incredible, and she was clearly underrated and underestimated, something Arsenal could benefit from.

“Wanna swap jerseys?” it comes out soft, I almost miss it as I turn away. When I turn back around, I expect to see Mac offering her’s, but instead I see the younger girl looking up at me questioningly and I smile. I’d already swapped with Mac in a friendly earlier this year, and I love collecting jerseys from different players.

“Fuck yeah.” and within seconds she has my jersey pulled over her head, and it hangs loosely, clearly a few too many sizes too big for her.

I then pull on her’s, for a moment fearful it would be too small, but I’m thankful for her clear preference for baggy clothes as it slips over my torso. Mackenzie beckons over their photographer, and I pose with the still nameless girl. She’s small in comparison to my 5’11 stature and I giggle at the difference before offering her a piggyback for a silly photo.

As she jumps up, I notice shocked stares of my teammates from the corner of my eye but shake it off as she wraps her arm around my neck as if to choke me.

“Has anyone told you how small you are?” I ask her as I drop her back to the ground.

“They don’t shut up about it.”

“I think I’ll call you Pequeña.” I chuckle at her confused look.

“It means small in Spanish.”

“What the fuck!? Fine I’m calling you fucking Giant or something.”

I don’t get her actual name that night, but I look it up when I get back to my hotel room, Lotte missing from the space.

Kyra Cooney-Cross. An unexpected star.

I watch one of her games instead of doing my uni work and fall asleep to one her interviews playing.

~~~~~

I don’t expect to see Kyra until whatever friendly we have with Australia before the Olympics. In the time after the World Cup and before pre-season, I’ve hung her jersey in my hallway, along with all the others. I put her’s at the entrance with others like Mapi León and Christine Sinclair, people I consider special.

We also begin talking. A lot. I spend most of my spare time calling or texting her, but I don’t tell anyone.

The shock I get when the final minute of the pre-season transfer window approaches, and I get a notification from the Arsenal Women twitter account.

‘KYRA COONEY-CROSS IS A GUNNER✍️’

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We’d been knocked out of the qualifiers for the Championship League and yet I walk into training on Monday with a slight spring in my step and excitement buzzing through me. I wave to all the staff and greet everyone, asking how the girls are when I walk into the locker room.

It’s Katie who asks.

“What the fuck is up with you Ms Dark and Broody?”

“Whatever do you mean?” I giggle.

She gives me and incredulous look before turning to the rest of the locker room who share similar expressions.

“W- wh- wh-” she continues to babble as Steph pulls her back to her cubby and pats her shoulder as a way of reassurance.

“You just… you’re never so smiley or talkative. At all. Like ever. Like in the past 8 years you’ve said maybe 100 words per season to me.” Lotte speaks up.

“Not true!”

“I’ve only seen you without a book off the pitch 13 times. I started counting after the 1st.” My jaw drops.

“She’s not wrong Y/n. You’re pretty reserved and stoic. Which there’s nothing wrong with! But it’s just odd to see you, well like this.” Manu points at me as if that’s explanation enough.

“Wow thanks gu-” I’m cut off by someone jumping on my back and screaming.

“BEANSTALK!” and I’m smiling all over again as I turn my head to see the young Australian I’ve been missing.

“PEQUEÑA!”

“I can’t believe I had to put up with your nerdy shit in person every day now.” She jumps off my back and moves to greet the other girls except for Steph and Caitlin who she obviously knows.

We don’t get much time to talk before Jonas calls us into the meeting room. He introduces all our new players like Kyra and Lessi and announces the return of Vivianne and Beth to our playing squad, before going over how we need to improve after our defeat in the Champions League.

“L/n, I know you just came 2nd in the World Cup but you cannot be slacking like you did in the game against Pairs. You’ve got to be doing more.” I don’t get to reply before he’s ushering us out onto the pitch.

I’m left in a sour mood the rest of training, once again avoiding everyone, including Kyra who seemingly found a close friend in Alessia. I had given my all in that game against Paris, but they were good, and I’d stayed up until 2am the night before completing one of my assignments for my uni degree, something Jonas had encouraged me to do.

I was more mad that he didn’t allow me to tell him why but either way, I’d decided I would be staying after training to practice until I couldn’t any longer. So I did. And I came in an hour early the next morning to get more training in. I continued to do this for a while, studying once I got home until I couldn’t keep my eyes open now that my usual study time was booked. Eventually the girls stopped inviting me for coffee or team bonding and Kyra stopped trying to talk.

We were playing against Man United when I began to sway side to side, and my eyes began to droop. I think Kyra noticed first while on the sideline, and whispered something to Katie as she passed by the bench, but nothing came of it until United got a corner. They didn’t even get to kick the ball before I crumpled to the ground beside a clueless Lotte and Katie Zelem.

I don’t feel myself get carried off the pitch or get transferred to an ambulance. I don’t think I recognise anything happening around me until hours later. The clock on the wall says 9:21 and I think I’ve only slept for a few hours, but then I notice the sun streaming through the curtains and realise the few might actually be a lot.

I then recognise the limp bodies spread across the room. The awfully sterile white room which is nothing like the warmth of my olive-green bedroom. I don’t think I’d been so slow to figure out what was going on in my life.

“Beanstalk! You’re awake!” I look to the small brunette who has been hunched over asleep next to me for god knows how long and smile.

“Hey pequeña.”

“You are so stupid!” Kyra slaps my arm and sends me a sharp glare.

“What the fuck is going on. You’ve been exhausted 24/7 and no one sees you outside of training.” I then decide to explain my rather stupid schedule and reasoning to her.

She stares blankly at me for a while.

“You are genuinely so fucking dumb. I was so worried about you.” She whispers.

“Why?”

“Because I love you.” Her eyes drop to her lap.

“Te amo.” I’m not sure she understands it but she smiles either way and leans in.

Just as our lips meet, Katie abruptly wakes up in her corner of the room and shrieks.

“What the fuck!” and we’re left to quickly pull away as she tries to wake everyone else up to tell them what she saw.

“Katie don’t be fucking ridiculous! They’re both sound asleep.” I hear Kim whisper shout, followed by more of Katie’s babbling about how we’re just pretending as they trail out of the room, assumedly getting coffee.

As the door clicks shut, I open one eye to glance around the now empty room. It seems everyone needed some coffee. Except a certain Australian, whose eyes also peak open.

“Kiss me.” And then her lips are on mine again.

~~~~~

I don’t play again until our game against Bristol for the Conti Cup. Jonas apologised for pushing me too hard but made it clear I was to properly rest before I get to do anything and makes Sarina Weigman promise not to play me during our international break.

Kyra also gets her first starting debut.

It’s a tough game, and in the 84th minute, Kyra drops to the ground. I nearly run to check on her, but she gets back up, and within another minute she gets subbed off for Vic.

The whistle blows, signalling the end of the game, we win 3-1.

I meet Kyra in the middle of the field, pick her up and swing her around. Our first proper game playing together seems like an obvious thing to celebrate. And before I can think, I’m leaning down and kissing her, something I’m not sure if I’ll regret later.

She smiles that smile, brighter than the sun, and I melt.

“Te amo pequeña.”

#woso #woso x reader #the matildas x reader #wwc 2023 #kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney-cross #kyra cooney-cross x reader #kyra cooney cross x reader #the matildas

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crowfanity · 1 year

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Some more text post memes!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

(ID under cut)

[ID: A series of ten text post memes with Ace Attorney character sprites

The first image is a twitter post with Miles Edgeworth looking smug. The tweet reads “proud to announce that i am making a Bad decision but I’m not telling y’all what it is so u can’t stop me”.

The second image is of a tumblr post. An anon with Athena Cykes’ angry sprite next to it asks “Have you ever met someone who you just weren’t able to bully?” Underneath it is Simon Blackquill’s sprite with a smirk next to the response “no. I’m a very unpleasant person”.

The third picture is of a joke article title that says “If You Want To Achieve Enlightenment, You’re Gonna Have To Go Through Me”. In the corner is a picture of Nahyuta Sahdmadhi with his hand up in meditation.

The fourth photo is a tumblr screenshot. It says “my flatmate has just rocked in with the two lesbianest lesbians I’ve ever seen and introduced them as “my sister and my sister’s... roommate”. Underneath it has Kay Faraday grinning on the left, and on the right is Ema Skye’s confident sprite from Investigations next to pictures of Lana Skye with a neutral expression and Mia Fey smiling with her arms crossed.

The fifth image is a twitter conversation. The first tweet has a picture of teenage Maya Fey looking solemn with her head tilted down a bit. The text reads “The realization that the switch is 5 years old and they’re probably gonna reveal their next console in a couple of years just hit me like a fucking truck”. Underneath that is a response saying “I used to go into hospitals and switched the babies around. You can’t do stuff like that anymore, too many cameras.” To the right of that comment is a picture of Zak Gramarye in his magician outfit with his hands on his hips and laughing.

The sixth picture is of a single twitter post. In the bottom right corner is a picture of Nahyuta Sahdmadhi smiling with his eyes closed. The tweet says “Back in Uni, a girl mocked my presentation one time so I searched for her group and asked the topic they were presenting on. I spent 4 days researching on it and asked her so many questions like it was common knowledge that she cried. Stay blessed precious one.”

The seventh picture is of a short Facebook conversation. The first names are censored but the two commenters have the same last name. The first post says “I’d kill my own brother to be in bed right now I don’t even care” with a smiling emoji at the end. To the lower right of the comment is a picture of Aura Blackquill smiling with her chin in her hand as she leans on an upset Clonco. To the left of the second comment is a sprite of Simon Blackquill glaring. The reply says “I’d like to see you try you silly cunt I’ll put you in the fucking ground”.

The eighth photo is of a Grindr conversation. The first message is on the right with a yellow text box and just says “hey” next to a sprite of trilogy Phoenix Wright smiling awkwardly and rubbing the back of his head. The next two messages are on the left and have blue text boxes next to a sprite of Larry Butz playfully rubbing the back of his head with his eyes closed and tongue sticking out. The messages from him read “Hey” “Just so you know I’m not gay or anything”. The next message is next to a sprite of Phoenix looking confused/annoyed and sweating. It says “this is grindr my guy”. The response is next to an image of Larry looking angry with his eyes closed, teeth clenched, and hands balled into fists. The message says “I guess people who are lactose intolerant can’t walk down the fucking dairy aisle? I’m just looking”.

The ninth image is of a single tweet. In the upper right is Athena Cykes’ thinking sprite as she touches her earring. In the bottom right is a sprite of Simon Blackquill looking up and away from the camera and frowning. The tweet reads “My uncle, the countriest guy I know, just said “I fuckin hate seeing chipmunks cause it means there ain’t no big cool birds around””.

The last photo is of a single tweet in a chat format. In the upper right is a picture of Wocky Kitaki with his arms crossed and smirking awkwardly while looking away, looking smug yet nervous. Underneath him is Apollo Justice’s disheartened sprite, slouching forward a bit and looking annoyed/exhausted. The tweet says “me: [whispering to my lawyer]” “my lawyer: I’m not asking that” “me: [whispering some more]” “my lawyer: your honor would he still be guilty if he was a worm”.

/End of ID]

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imagionationstation · 4 months

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I Got Bored So I Analyzed Mikey And Splinter’s Relationship, As One Does

I love rewatching the 2012series after hearing about how terrible Mikey&Splinter’s relationship is because it always leaves me so confused to the point where I have to reconsider everything the internet says and everything I believe.

What if, for a moment, we see what the episodes have to say.

One thing they make very clear is that Splinter does not see Mikey as any less intelligent than his brothers. Several times during the series, the Sensei does not hesitate to openly agree with his youngest’s statement. He holds him to standards that are equally as high as the one Splinter gives to his brothers.

“How many times have I told you not to skateboard in the lair?”

“None, Sensei.”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you!”

“No, Michelangelo, you are right.”

“I am?”

“He is?”

“We gotta take him down.”

“Yes, Michelangelo, you do.”

Beyond agreeing with him, Splinter allows his youngest to have his say when he argues with the Sensei. He doesn’t shut him down or talk over him. Even if all of his sons disagree with Mikey, Splinter will hear him out and can even be seen changing his mind.

“There is no monster more dangerous than a lack of compassion.”

“My mistake.”

“We’re doing to him what everyone else does to us! Judging him for his looks!”

“But he was fighting the Kraang, Master Splinter. It’s like you always say! The enemy of my enemy is my bro.”

“That is not exactly what I’ve said…”

“Mm. I see. You’ve made a wise decision, Michelangelo.”

Master Splinter also doesn’t doubt his abilities. He can recognize his son’s strengths and won’t hesitate to put them to good use.

“When he awakens, Michelangelo, you must find a way to befriend him.”

“No problemo.”

The Sensei doesn’t challenge Mikey any harder than he challenges his brothers. Splinter never makes him out to be inferior when he’s teaching him something compared to them.

“Michelangelo. Why did you give up so easily?”

“There was nothing I could do.”

“There is always something you can do. Observe.”

“The key is to unbalance your opponent.”

“But how?”

“However you can. For example…”

While he doesn’t exactly understand how his mind works, he comprehends that his unique way of learning is to be nurtured and molded. He knows that some of his quirks are gifts to be appreciated. He even goes as far as using Mikey’s natural skill as an example of how to fight in order to instruct his brother.

“The nunchaku because… Um, they are perfect for you!”

“I just don’t understand how you can fight without thinking.”

“Observe… You see? Mikey does not think.”

“Thank you~”

“You must find the space between your thoughts and learn to live there. That’s what Michelangelo does.”

Mikey idolizes his sensei, but not quite to Leo’s extent. He takes in all the lessons that resígnate with him to heart, even to the point that he can quote them back to his father and brothers. (Revisit: “But he was fighting the Kraang, Master Splinter. It’s like you always say! The enemy of my enemy is my bro.”) Splinter spends a good amount of the show teaching lessons, such as don’t judge those who are different from you, peace is better than war, and a lack of compassion is the true monster. Mikey is consistently seen prompting these ideals in everything that he does, consciously or unconsciously mimicking his father.

“Raphael! Clearly, April is upset.”

“Yeah, dude, that’s so insensitive.”

“Yeah, that’s all good, but like Master Splinter would say, we must accept the hand that the universe has dealt usssss.”

They recognize cues from one another without anything being said. Reading their tones and expressions with ease, catching things that others in the room don’t notice, at least, not yet.

“You okay, Sensei?”

“Forgive me… My thoughts are… Elsewhere, Michelangelo.”

“Well, yeah. Cause old people never care how they look. Or smell.”

*sus Sensei squint*

*awkward laugh* *whistling*

“My son. I sense there is something you’d like to tell us.”

There are even times when they are in sync. A favorite example would be when Mikey throws down a smoke bomb and Splinter reappears in the same instance. It may be played off as a joke, but this is crack that the show takes very seriously.

“This is serious. I better get Splinter.”

“Um, we don’t really need-”

“Michelangelo said you wanted to see me?”

The two of them don’t have a lot of one-on-one screen time, but I often think that this isn’t because Splinter is outright ignoring his youngest. In fact, this is because, despite not being “as smart” as his brothers, he doesn’t need to give Mikey as much schooling as the rest of them. Leo seeks him out for advice, Raph needs help to mold his temper and impulsive nature, and Donnie needs to learn how calm his anxieties or how to react to social situations.

Mikey vibes with the world and follows his brothers’ leads. His mistakes are theirs and the rules that he follows are based off Sensei’s teaching. He’s smart in his own way, he has the instinct and the skills to fight and defend himself and his brothers, and he doesn’t need Master Splinter looking over his shoulder all the time.

He’s not useless. In some ways, he’s just a daddy’s boy.

Maybe the memory in Requiem wasn’t simply lazy writing.

Maybe, to him, this was an unspoken moment where Splinter acknowledges that and more.

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uluvjay · 1 year

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Time to say goodbye- L.Hughes

Summary: you have to say goodbye to Luke as he has to leave for Jersey

Luke Hughes x established relationship reader

A/n: be ready for loads of sad fics once we find out who is all signing😊

Lightly proofread so I apologize for any errors I missed!

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You woke up in his arms on Friday morning, everyone had flown right back to Michigan after the game. You had thousands of thoughts running through your mind as your boyfriends alarm started going off.

The alarm that was waking him up so he could go sign his NHL contract.

They tried getting him to sign it in Tampa and go straight to Jersey but he refused. He wanted to do it at Yost surrounded by people he loved, in a place he loved, not where he just lost the same championship for the second year in a row.

You stayed quiet as he started to wake up and check his phone, the notifications nonstop since he got off the ice Thursday night.

“Good morning” he said as he hugged you tighter and kissed your head

“Morning Lu” you mumble

“I’m sorry” he admitted making you look up at him with confusion

“For what?”

“Having to sign this contract in two hours, and having to leave you, leave Michigan, leave the boys. I want to but I don’t at the same time” he expressed to you.

“Oh Luke” you said as you seen how sad he looked

“I mean me and duke haven’t been apart since freshman year, we’ve been together since our junior year, and these guys are some of my best friends. Not to mention I love it here, I’ve had the best time playing for Michigan, I don’t want to leave but if I don’t sign this contract I’ll be letting so many people down” he was crying at this point.

“Baby listen to me, if you truly aren’t ready to be pro then don’t sign, I can promise you that your family will not be upset with you, I won’t be upset. It’s your choice Luke, it’s your life. But if you are ready to go out there and show the world that a 19 year old Luke Hughes has what it takes to be in the national league, then go get your ass dressed so you can go sign this mother fucker” you told him through your own tears because no matter how bad it hurt that your boyfriend was leaving, he was achieving his dreams.

“God I love you” he said as he pulled you into a kiss that tasted of the salt from your tears and morning breath.

“I love you more” you replied pulling away

—

Two hours later you stood holding hands with Ellen and Dylan as Luke signed with the Devils in a conference room at Yost.

All the boys were waiting outside the conference room, they weren’t upset when he picked Dylan to come in the room, everyone knew how hard it was for the two of them to split.

“Congratulations Mr.Hughes your officially a New Jersey Devil” the devils staff member told him shaking his hand.

“Thank you” Luke replied looking towards you and his mom who were both on the verge of tears.

They took their pictures, one of Luke signing a fake contract , one with him and his parents, him and Duker, and then one of you two.

From here he’d go back to the sophomore house to get his bags and then he’d be on a flight to Jersey.

Once all the boys came in to congratulate him and more pictures were taken, everyone gave you two the room.

You didn’t know what to do or say, you knew if your tried to speak you would break out in sobs but you didn’t want to spend your last few moments with your boyfriend in silence

“Y/n..” he started but began crying as well

You just pulled him into your arms and hugged him, you two stayed like that, just holding each other until Ellen knocked on the door letting you two know that you had to get going.

You pulled away and looked up at him, both your faces were red and covered in tears, you probably looked like a raccoon because of your mascara but you didn’t care.

“We gotta go baby” he whispered

“I know”

—

You two stayed stuck together the whole ride to the airport, the car was quiet besides the light music from the radio.

Ellen and Jim both knew how hard this was for the two of you, you had been dating for four years and hardly spent long amounts of time apart. However you also knew how hard this was for them to send their last boy off to the Nhl.

After you made it to the gate he shared an emotional goodbye with his parents before turning to you. You ran straight into his arms already crying for the hundredth time that day.

“Flight 729 To Newark New Jersey now boarding” you heard over the intercom and it made your heart pang with hurt.

“Guys it’s time to say your last goodbye” Ellen spoke up but you could hear how sad her voice sounded, she didn’t want her baby to go.

“I love you so much Y/n” he told you as you both pulled apart

“I love you Luke” you replied as you pulled him down into a small kiss before stepping back so his parents could get one more hug in.

You held hands with Ellen once again as you three watched him walk down the hall towards his plane.

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Cried while writing this so I hope you cried to🥲

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #fan fiction #nhl imagine #nhl fic #angst #heartbroken #dylan duke #mackie samoskevich #mark estapa #rutger mcgroarty #umich hockey

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ourvanishingghosts · 3 months

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Will do. I actually was confused on what you meant by ex-trainers. But I originally thought that you meant that they were Pokémon hybrids. Then I thought you meant that you and them were trainer's together when you two were younger. I wrote my second idea because that made more sense since you didn't mention anything about Pokémon hybrids. I also apologize for taking so long and for the cringe. Piers is under read more.

Ex-Trainers to Lovers

Raihan

You haven't been back to Galar since you were 16. Your family moved to Unova after your 16th birthday. You had to say goodbye to everything and everyone you knew.

You were especially upset to be leaving your trainer buddy Raihan. You knew that it wouldn't be the same now as it was back then. You met up with Raihan at a coffee shop near his home and decided to catch up.

"How was Unova? Did you make a new trainer buddy while you were there?"

You sighed and looked at him.

"You know that I could never replace you, Rai. You were and will always be my only trainer buddy."

"I know. It's just that it felt empty without you here. Leon is fun to battle, but it's just not the same."

You put your hands on his hands which makes him look at you.

"Rai, your feelings are valid. Now how about I tell you about the twin subway masters I got to battle."

~11 months later~

You were in the stands watching Raihan and Leon battle.

Of course you were wearing your Raihan merch and cheering him on. You noticed how he was off his game during the battle. After it ended you ran to the locker room. You knocked and the door opened, so you walked in. You saw Raihan with his head in his hands and you sat down next to him.

"If you don't want to talk about it that's okay."

That's when Raihan kissed your cheek.

"I'm in love you, Y/N. If you don't feel the same way then I completely understand. I understand because we haven't seen each other since we were sixteen."

You kissed his cheek and he looked at you with a surprised expression.

"I've never stopped loving you, Rai."

Piers

You and Piers were once rival trainers. Throughout the years many thought you and Piers hated each other. But it was all a fun game to you two. After Piers became a gym leader you two slowly drifted away.

You were walking around a clothing store in Spikemuth and spotted Marnie. She saw you and the two of you started talking. That was until Piers showed up to check on Marnie.

“Hey Piers. How is the life of a Gym Leader treating you?”

You asked him trying to make conversation

“It’s been alright. I’m thinking about retiring and passing the gym onto Marnie.”

You nod and notice that Marnie managed to slip away from the conversation.

“How have you been, Y/N?”

“I’ve been okay. Life has been boring without you honestly.”

Piers blushed and tried to hide it.

“I mean I guess that’s because I’ve been busy with the gym and stuff.”

“Would you like to… um get dinner with me sometime? Unless you’re busy and stuff.”

“I’d like that, Y/N”

~4 months later~

You and Piers were just hanging out as his house catching up.

“I bet you have people trying to date you all the time, Piers.”

“Yeah. It’s dumb because I don’t like any of them. I’ve only liked one person romantically.”

You look at him surprised.

“Really? Who? What’s their name? Are they from Galar?”

“Um… I actually like you romantically, Y/N.”

You blush and hold his hands gently.

“Since when?”

“Since forever I guess.”

“I honestly thought you didn’t feel the same way, Piers.”

You and Piers were about to kiss, but Marnie came in and interrupted.

“If you two are going to kiss please do so in his room, please and thank you.”

She states as she goes to her room. You and Piers laugh at the situation and finally kiss.

#pokemon fluff #pokemon raihan #raihan x reader #pokémon raihan #pokemon raihan x reader #raihan pokemon #pokémon x reader #pokémon piers x reader #pokemon piers x reader #piers x reader #pokémon fluff

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l0starl · 4 months

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LIST OF THINGS TO LEAVE IN 2023 ‼️‼️‼️‼️

“B-bu”

No stfu 🥰

These are all things I’ve seen in Astv tags and drama on tumblr and just in general, this is not proof read

2024 is in 9 days starting Jan 1 and we still writing for underage characters??? When 2024 arrives I better see some change but you know damn well you’re gonna be the same. And if you haven’t change at all and STILL writing for underage minors…There really is no hope for you AT ALL

Let’s start off with milescest, How does 2 people who are literally the same person have a romantic interest together? I’m really confused about that

I think some of you are forgetting miles is 15? He even said it himself in the scene on the rooftop party where he was arguing with his parents, unless you just zoned out or don’t give a shit at all??

Because miles is not having sex with reader bro…? And it’s the fact that some of yall don’t age it up AND EVEN IF ITS AGED UP ITS STILL NOT OK‼️‼️

And some of you are giving miles 42 the worst stereotypes, why suddenly is he toxic? Why suddenly aggressive, abusing reader, being a “gangster”, all of those unnecessary things. He only had like 15 seconds of screen time and that’s how you think he acts? You know damn well rio would not allow that!!!

And let’s talk about some of these writers saying the most ridiculous things 💀 Miles is not listening to Taylor swift and I stand on that. And Miles is not going to be apart of anything 18+

Miles 42 has lost his father, trying to assist his mother during those hard times while being a vigilante stealing medical supplies from the sinister six cartel just to help his mother at the hospital. Just by that, it’s clear some of you don’t care about how certain characters are portrayed, AND ITS WHEN PEOPLE POINT IT OUT, THE WRITER GETS UPSET AND SAYS THEIR WRONG?

Moving on let’s talk about reader….

Y/N is supposed to be the reader but honestly it feels like Y/N is their own person because I don’t relate to this y/n person at all 🧍🏾‍♀️I am not twirling my hair Nor am I gonna cry when some random person in the story is about to fight me 😐 Theirs so many things to use to refer to the reader, for example hobie! Stop making him say “luv” or “love” every five seconds!! For example “Dove” or anything that seems like hobie would say idk

Anyways that it, have a nice Christmas, Hanukkah,Kwanzaa, or just have a nice day ^^

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tzuyubit · 8 months

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an: hi. been awhile since i’ve written anything. im sorry if this isn’t really tzuyu, but im #trying. sorry if this is bad too. mistakes are mine!!!!!! half asleep posting this… sorry….

prompts: im worried about you” // “you don’t seem like yourself tonight

college au kinda sorta

tzuyu eyed you quietly, you seemed to be lost in thought about something and none of the other girls seemed to have noticed. that didn’t surprise tzuyu though, no one could read you better than her.

she bit the inside of her cheek, rummaging through her brain of any possible reason you could be so down. however, this was a failure because surely you would’ve come to her already if something was bothering you, right?

it wasn't long before you started to feel a set of eyes staring into the side of your head. tzuyu gave you a look of concern, but you brushed it off and laid your head atop nayeon’s shoulder, bringing your attention back to the movie that was on. this made tzuyu even more concerned than before, but she couldn’t do anything about it now.

instead she watched as you cuddled into nayeon, your body slowly turning away from her seemingly every 10 minutes. tzuyu couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by your actions. has she done something to upset you? did someone tell you something bad about her? did you hear a rumor around school and believe it to be true?

tzuyu spent the next 30 minutes waiting in what felt like agony for the movie to be over with. she knew you’d go to bed afterwards as you didn’t like staying up too late since classes started early.

you said your goodnights to the surrounding girls and made your way down the hall and into your room. you sighed knowing you couldn't avoid her from this point on. nonetheless, you peeled the sweatshirt off your body, leaving you in just a tank top and shorts, and buried yourself under the covers. maybe if you pretended like you were trying to sleep she wouldn’t question you?

wrong.

only a mere two or three minutes went by before you felt tzuyu’s slender body slide next to yours. she was hesitant at first, but decided to wrap her arm around you anyway. a few more silent minutes went by and you’d started to think she might actually not bring it up.

again, you were wrong.

“i’m worried about you…” tzuyu mumbled.

“don’t be.”

“you don’t seem like yourself tonight.” she countered, hoping to get somewhere.

“I’m just tired.”

a hum could be heard, “maybe. but i doubt that’s the reason you’ve been avoiding me.”

there was another beat of silence before she spoke again. “have i done something?”

“no.” you answered calmly, which only confused tzuyu further. “then what is it?”

your body shifted beneath the covers, eyes now staring into hers with the help of the moonlight shining on her face.

“you’re good at everything, you know. it’s like you don’t even have to try. always getting a’s, never anything below, loved by so many people despite you keeping them at arm's length, i’ve never even seen you lose your temper. you’re perfect. i don’t now why you settled for me. i get b’s and c’s in class, i don’t really have a lot of friends, or people that remember me, i get annoyed and irritated too easily, even the way i dress is questionable. you’re just so put together and-”

“except i’m not.” your girlfriend interrupted. “you shouldn’t compare yourself to me.”

you exhaled. “well you sure make it look like you are.”

“exactly, which is why you shouldn’t compare yourself to me. i’m nowhere near put together all the time, i just know how to manage things and my emotions to the point where it looks like i am.”

the way she stared down at you, seriousness filling her eyes caused you to avert your gaze.

“i just think you could do better than me.” you mumbled softly.

“ah.” tzuyu brushed her finger against the line of your face. “well i don’t think so. i think you’re the one for me and that’s all that should matter. you’re important to me for many reasons, but the fact that i love you in the way that i do should be enough. nothing that you said negatively affects our relationship. im happy and that’s all that matters to me. i hope that you are as well?”

you met her eyes again and nodded. “i just want to be enough for you.”

“you are,” she promised. “now let's go to sleep. you need to rest well before classes.”

and so you did, face snuggled in the crook of her neck as she held you close.

#xi writes #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice x reader #tzuyu imagine

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queenofthecats · 5 months

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ʏᴜɪ ᴋᴏᴍᴏʀɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʙᴏʟɪᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ’ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ

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Yui is one of my favorite characters, and for a reason. Let me explain:

(Please excuse the spelling mistakes)

1. 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼

This is what makes a person strong in my opinion, and Yui has a lot of it. She’s caring, despite the situation that she’s put in. She can admit when she’s wrong, and she genuinely feels bad. A little dense at times, but she still cares. I find her reminding me a lot of what I want to be. And no, I don’t mean her situation, I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemies. What I mean is her ability to forgive, her ability to heal. She’s like a golden retriever honestly, and her being genuine is what makes her so likable and is what makes me so confused when she receives hate.

2. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹/𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻

I’ve never really felt comfortable as a queer woman around religious people. But she’s my comfort character, and for a good reason. Her faith, and her desire to not give up is what many of us wish we had the ability to achieve. She doesn’t use her religion as a way to attack, rather as a way to hold herself to moral standards. Yui doesn’t give up fast when it comes to her beliefs, she’s strong and isn’t swayed easily when it comes to something she truly believes, which is something so beautiful in a way.

3. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

As I mentioned earlier, she, despite being a teenager, is quite accountable. She apologizes when she does something she considers wrong. She tries to her best ability to understand why she made people upset. Not to mention, when she realizes she did something, even unintentionally, that hurt somebody, she genuinely seems to feel bad. I know this sounds pretty basic, but a lot of people seem to lack this, and so do so many ocs in the fandom.

4. ＨｅｒＥｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ

I know a lot of people love the cold-hearted look, but that isn’t favorable at all to me. Everybody has emotions nearly, except few with certain mental disorders. Yui plays into them, which is so realistic in a way, especially in her age range. Her bad endings reminds me of the female rage trend. If everybody is nonchalant about everything, imagine how boring that would be? No reactions, no nothing. We use art as a way to express our emotions, our backgrounds, everything we ever known. Imagine watching a horror movie for example, and nobody reacts the whole time. There would be no emotional value really. This is why human art is so special, this is why Yui is special. I don’t watch much media, but I’ve never seen a teenage female character that I’ve found interesting and emotionally relatable as Yui. She makes mistakes, she knows that. She isn’t made to be a completely unrealistic character, who is perfect, and fits every beauty standard, not that she’s not pretty, cause she is, but still. She’s perfect in a teenage girl way to me, not in a creepy old man who profits off unrealistic expectations way. She’s one of the realest female characters I’ve ever seen. I wish I was as strong as emotionally that she is.

5. ＨｅｒＤｅｓｉｇｎ

I could go on for hours about how much I love her and why, but I’m going to cut it short as I have more posts that I want to do!

Anyways, Yui’s design is aesthetically pleasing to me. I actually got into the fandom because of her design, as I saw it on Pinterest and fell in love with the color palette and how pretty she was to me. Her eyes are so pretty, and so is her hair. She looks like she has this warm aura surrounding her, like she’s the sun itself. She’s so simply designed, yet I love her. It’s funny, as somebody who has always been into more alternative fashion, I love her simple girly design. Her facial expressions make me laugh tbh, and she’s always so pretty no matter what she’s in.

6. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗

Now, everybody in Diabolik lovers and also the fandom helped me realize this, but especially Yui. I loved the way she treated others, and started to think about how I would want a woman treating me that way, the way she treated the DL boys. I wanted somebody nice like Yui, but more than a friend.

The DL boys also helped me realize that it wasn’t being a certain way that I couldn’t stand, I just can’t stand idea of being with a man. This fandom also helped me realize this, as no matter how much they characterized the guys, no matter how much empathy they gave them, I was not attracted to them, much less real men. Their anime designs are some of the best I’ve seen, but I still couldn’t find myself, which caused me to go down a rabbit hole, that made me realize I did not like men at all.

-Livi

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#yui komori #diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #diabolik oc #komori yui #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #kou mukami #shin tsumiki #carla tsukinami #kino #azusa mukami

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Accidents happen.

Summary: Sofia accidentally breaks something in Cedric's workshop.

C*dfia shippers DNI.

Wordcount: 956

Sofia thought, staring at the broken glass on the floor and the green liquid spilt everywhere.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

“Remind me, princess, I did bring some mugwort back from our last visit to the village?”

Sofia nodded, her eyes still on the green liquid. What if it took him ages to make and she just spilt it all over the floor? “Umm, yeah, I think so!” she put on the best voice she could. The last time she’d ruined something important in Roland’s office he was very upset, she didn’t want to upset Mr Cedric. He worked so hard on his potions. She stepped away as the green potion spilt closer towards her feet, she always knew his workshop was slanted!

“Are you alright, princess?”

Sofia braced herself as Cedric spun around on his stool. “I’m really sorry, Mr-”

“Sofia! Get away from that!”

Cedric rushed over to her, whisking her away from the magical goo. Paying no mind to the broken beaker, he grabbed her hands, checking over her. “It didn’t get on you, did it?”

“O-Only a little bit, I’ll clean it up!”

Sofia heard Cedric mumble some adult words before he knelt down to the broken glass, carefully picking up a shard with a label on it. He took a breath of relief, holding his hand to his chest. “Athena’s arena…”

“I’m so sorry, Mr Cedric, it wasn’t important was it?”

Cedric turned his attention back to his apprentice, petting her head with a level of care and sweetness Sofia had only ever seen him use with Calista. “No, no, It’s alright, love…Just go clean yourself up, it’s been known to stain. Bailywick will kill me if he finds out I let you stain another dress,” he stroked her hair gently, minding her tiara. Gods, had she scared him. This was why he tried to put his more dangerous potions and ingredients higher up. There were many things in his workshop she wasn’t allowed to handle, if he was working on a more dangerous spell or potion he'd practically push her out the door.

Sofia shook her head, running off to grab a broom from the other side of his workshop. “I’ll clean it, I don’t mind!”

Cedric rolled his eyes ever so slightly, snatching the broom from her small hands. Why was this child so sweet and who taught her to be such a people-pleaser? In what world does a child clean up glass? It’s an age-old situation, a little kid accidentally knocks over a glass, parent rushes over and yells at them to not go near it. “It’s glass, princess. I’ll sweep it up.”

“But that isn’t fair? I’m the one who broke it after all?”

“And I’m the one telling you to go change and let me clean up the very sharp sand on the floor because I’m the adult.”

Cedric watched Sofia’s face contort in confusion. “Glass is made of sand?” She was so cute. “How?”

Cedric smiled to himself, starting to sweep the glass into a little pile. He couldn’t have Sofia stepping on it. “It’s melted down into a liquid, then it becomes glass. Simple, really,” he explained, taking on a very soft, fatherly tone. He found himself speaking to Sofia like this a lot. It was quite odd, he didn't talk to anyone else like this, at least he’d never noticed it. “Now that that’s out of the way, won’t you go clean up? I’ll finish this.”

Sofia looked down at her purple dress, speckled with green potion. She really didn’t mind her dresses getting stained, it was only a dress, after all. If anything it was a reminder of a fun experience she got to endure. Even if Bailywick or Amber didn’t share her feelings.

“Do you have to remake the potion?”

Cedric shook his head. “It was defective, I’ve been meaning to throw it out. You beat me to it, princess,” he said, starting to rake up the goo. Sofia smiled a bit, she felt better knowing it would have been thrown out anyway. “I’m sorry I made a mess, Mr Cedric.”

“It’s alright, love. Accidents happen, I’ve broken an unruly amount of beakers in my time,” Cedric pulled his wand from his sleeve, pointing it at the small pile of liquid and glass and mumbled a quick spell, the floor becoming spotless once again. “See? No harm done.” Cedric put his wand back and patted Sofia on the head, making her giggle a bit. How was one princess so cute?

“You can’t go your whole life without a few mistakes, dear. Mistakes and accidents are inevitable, no matter how small,” the fatherly tone came back yet again, much stronger this time.

It was comforting to Sofia, it felt nostalgic in a way. Roland didn’t really speak to her in that tone, she vaguely remembers her biological father speaking to her in that way. A lot about Cedric reminded her of Birk, it was nice, considering she didn’t remember him all that much.

Sofia lept to hug Cedric’s waist, almost making him stumble backwards. That was a habit of hers, she was very enthusiastic with her hugs, sometimes a bit too enthusiastic. She just loved showing affection to the people she loved and cared about. Cedric very quickly caught on to the fact that she was a very sweet girl who wanted everyone to feel cared for, even if everyone else thought they weren’t worth the time of day.

“Thank you, Mr Cedric.”

Cedric smiled down at her, one hand on her shoulder, the other stroking her hair. He was growing to enjoy her hugs. A few years ago he would have pushed her off, but not anymore.

“It was only a glass, princess.”

#I wrote this while listening to mockingbird on a loop #Fulfilling my dream of Cedric calling Sofia 'love'#c*dfia shippers dni #sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the fandom #cedric the great #cedric the sensational #stf #cedric sofia the first #princess sofia #sofia balthazar #fanfiction #sofia the first fanfiction #disney fanfiction #fanfic #cedric the sorcerer fanfiction

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mazzystar24 · 14 days

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i have so many mixed emotions, like i am fucking ECSTATIC over bi buck being canon but at the same time im feeling kinda deflated that they tried to shoehorn bucktommy in

like i genuinely think buck deserves so much better than tommy, and im not saying he needs to end up with eddie next episode, like it needs to be realistic

im just afraid they are going to go “oh buck is with tommy now and we are just gonna solidify eddie as his supportive bestie”

which feels so just wrong to me because of everything that has been built up over the years because this recontextualizes EVERYTHING that buck and eddie have. but im afraid they will just retcon all of that as a way to force bucktommy onto us because it’s easier than making buddie canon

idk this episode simultaneously made me so happy from a representation standpoint but it makes me so upset as someone who has shipped buddie for years because i have so much anxiety that this won’t lead to buddie like people are hoping

(anyway i love oliver stark with my whole heart and i am so happy that buck is finally getting his canon bisexual storyline, im just kinda disappointed that its with tommy of all people)

My personal opinion on it is that they’ve more or less established that the bucktommy thing is a brief little think on bucks journey as a bi man

You are absolutely valid in being happy to get bi buck and a little deflated to get bucktommy those things aren’t mutually exclusive!!

I’m with you there with being a little disheartened that we didn’t get the same impact if they’d had buddie canon without the inbetween man so to speak but I can see why they did it this way

Just like you can be happy to see the buck Tommy kiss and still ship buddie!!! (Which is kinda unrelated but I’ve seen some TAKES and I wholeheartedly disagree with because I’m feeling ALL those at once)

Overall tho I think that I’ve said this before the ep aired and I’m even more assured now that bi buck no matter what form it’s in IS GOOD NEWS for us on the buddie front

Because if they have the willingness to do that and also if they see how well responses are and how good ratings stay from bi buck then buddie is just around the corner and I wholeheartedly believe that

Like it makes no sense to make either buck or Eddie’s queer without setting the path for buddie canon I also said this before but it’s the same as the if one of them were a woman argument like idk if I’m making sense but I’m feeling VERY optimistic from this episode even if it isn’t perfect and we do get more messing around and tiptoeing and confusion🫡

#911 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911 abc #911onfox #buckley diaz family #911 spoilers #asks open #send asks #answered asks #asks

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writingdumpster · 1 year

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captain

pairing: Cassian Andor x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, male receiving oral, throat fucking, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v, edging, dacryphilia, rank kink, degradation, breeding, pussy spanking

summary: Cassian is jealous when Han Solo talks to you at a party celebrating the destruction of the Death Star.

word count: 2.2k

Cassian was seething as the two of you walked home. He wouldn’t even hold your hand. You were leaving a party celebrating the success of the Death Star’s destruction. You could tell Cassian was upset, but you weren’t really sure why. You were letting him take his time. He had a tough time talking about his feelings and you always allowed him time to process.

You walked through your front door and took off your shoes. Cassian went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of the dark alcohol he kept in the cupboard and took a sip. He put his hands on his hips.

“Cass?” You called. He didn’t move. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked softly. Cassian scoffed. He turned around to face you.

“‘What’s wrong?’” He repeated sarcastically. “Why did you wear that dress tonight?” He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I thought you liked this one,” you said.

“Yes, but you know why I like it,” Cassian said. “And you know it makes others think the same things it makes me think.”

“Are you really mad at me just because other people were looking at me?” You asked.

“No, I’m mad because you were letting them.”

“Letting them? What does that even mean?” You questioned. You were getting annoyed.

“Oh, please!” He scoffed as he threw his hands in the air. “You were talking to Han Solo all night,” he said.

“He came over to talk to you!” You shouted. “He was trying to thank you!”

“Really?! Then why was he staring at you when he talked to me?!” Cassian shouted back. You were quiet. You really hadn’t thought that Han Solo was flirting with you.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I didn’t notice. I was looking at you,” you finished. Cassian’s heart jumped, even though it had been racing from his anger. You could make him feel so happy with only a few words, but he was still jealous. He didn’t want to let you get away with wearing his favorite dress somewhere that you’d be seen by so many people.

“He was looking at you. And do you know why, princess?” Cassian asked harshly. He stalked across the room and grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Because you were wearing this dress.”

“I just thought you liked it,” you said shyly. You really hadn’t intended to draw anyone’s attention but Cassian’s when you put the dress on.

“Well, why were you flirting with Solo?” He questioned.

“I was not! I would never do that to you, Cass!” You shouted defensively.

“Captain,” Cassian snapped.

“What?” You questioned.

“You call me ‘Captain’ tonight,” he told you. Oh, I get it. “Solo might have gotten that medal, but he’s just some asshole,” Cassian sneered. “I am your Captain. You will follow my orders.” You nodded at Cassian. Cassian raised an eyebrow at you when you said nothing.

“Yes, Captain,” you said once you realized what he was waiting for.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight. I know you’ve been wanting me to get you pregnant, sweet girl.” Your eyes widened. You and Cassian had been discussing starting a family. He didn’t sound like he was joking.

“Take this dress off,” Cassian ordered. “Everyone’s seen you in this now. I have to make sure I’ve seen the most of you.” You pulled the dress over your head to reveal the matching pink lace bustier and panties you had bought. It was meant to be a surprise for Cassian that night. Cassian’s eyes soaked in the sight of you.

“I got it for you, Captain,” you said, interrupting the silence. “And you’re the only one who will ever see it.” Cassian smiled.

“It’s pretty, my love,” he said. “Thank you.” You smiled back, glad you had done at least one thing to please him. “I was going to make you take everything off, but I think I’ll leave you like this for a while.”

“Whatever you want, Captain,” you said.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered. You looked down at the tile floor.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You asked.

“No. Your knees are going to be bruised after this and I don’t want to hear another word about it.” You were surprised but Cassian’s dominance was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

“Yes, Captain,” you said obediently as you dropped to your knees. You started to reach for Cassian’s belt but he was quick to stop you.

“No touching,” Cassian warned. You withdrew your hands disappointedly. He reached down and undid his own belt, shoving his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.

Cassian took the base of his cock in his hand. He slapped your cheeks with the tip of his dick, the precum leaking from it sticking to your face. You moaned at the degrading treatment. Cassian was usually all praises and sweetness even through his dominance. You loved when he got mean with you.

“Pat my leg twice if it’s too much,” Cassian instructed.

“Yes, Captain.” You felt like an addict, completely and totally at the mercy of your one desire.

“Now open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth wide, holding your tongue out expectantly. He put the tip of his cock on your tongue.

“Don’t suck,” Cassian ordered. “Bad girls don’t get to suck their Captain’s cock,” he started. “They get their throats fucked.” That was the only warning he gave you before he reached down with his other hand, digging it into your scalp and pulling you roughly down on his hard cock. Your nose brushed Cassian’s neatly groomed pubic hair as you gagged on his cock. He held you there for a moment, your throat constricting around his cock. He let you go after you started to choke.

“Thank you, Captain,” you gushed as you pulled away. Cassian chuckled.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Just letting you catch your breath.” You nodded

“I’m ready for more, Captain,” you told him. You opened your mouth expectantly. Cassian smirked.

“Greedy little slut,” he taunted. He gave you what you wanted. He pushed his cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around him as he began thrusting into your mouth. He didn’t thrust hard enough to make you gag, but the tip of his cock continued to brush the back of your throat. When he pulled you off himself you gasped for air, drool spilling over your chin and tears making your mascara run down your cheeks.

“Get up. Bedroom. Now.” You stood at once and nearly sprinted towards the bedroom. Cassian left a trail of clothes behind him as he followed you, totally nude by the time you’d arrived in your bedroom. You turned around to face Cassian as you arrived in the room, waiting for his instruction.

“Let me help you with this,” Cassian said as he began to remove your bustier. He tossed it to the side. “Lay down on your back.”

“Yes, Captain,” you replied. You laid down, leaning on your elbows so you could continue to observe Cassian. He climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling in front of you. He ran his fingertips along the outside of your legs gingerly till he reached the waistband of your underwear.

“Do you know how many times Solo called you pretty tonight?” Cassian asked you.

“I think he said I looked nice when he introduced himself,” you said nervously.

“Five. He called you pretty five times,” Cassian snarled. “So, guess what?

“What?” You asked nervously.

“I’m going to ruin your orgasm five times before I let you come,” he told you.

“No, Cassian. Please—”

“Captain!” Cassian snapped. He spanked your pussy over your panties.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” you whimpered. Cassian pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them off the bed. He pushed your legs open wide, large hands spreading over the tender skin of your inner thighs. Your pussy was glistening with wetness. You were desperate for attention.

“Oh, sweet girl,” Cassian cooed. “You’re soaked.” He dragged a single finger up your slit, stopping when he reached your clit to rub a few faint circles over it. The slight movement made you shudder.

“Captain,” you whined. “I need you to touch me.” Cassian chuckled.

“Need me?” He asked. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Captain. I need you.” Cassian smirked.

“Remember, princess. Five times,” he reminded you.

“Yes, Captain.” Cassian leaned down and licked a line from your asshole up to your clit. You immediately whined in pleasure. His tongue circled your clit a few times before sucking it between his lips. “Ohhh, Captain,” you groaned.

“How does it feel?” Cassian asked. He slurped at your dripping hole, drinking up all the wetness he could.

“It feels amazing, Captain! Feels so good,” you cried. Cassian kept up his precise movements against you, making you squirm against the mattress. He reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand tightly as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was tensing up as you prepared for your orgasm but suddenly Cassian took his mouth off you and slapped your bare pussy.

“No! No! Please!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation. Cassian laughed darkly as he watched you writhe helplessly against the mattress. He brought you up to the edge with his mouth three more times before he let you have his cock, punctuating each ruined orgasm with another spank to your cunt. Once the fifth edge was over you couldn’t stop begging.

“Please, make me come!” You begged up at Cassian.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, princess.”

“I do, Captain! I do! I’ve been so good! I’m sorry I wore your favorite dress in front of other people!” You cried. Tears were falling freely down your cheeks as Cassian continued to make slow and lazy thrusts in and out of you. It felt just good enough to keep you going but not good enough to get you there.

“You’re sorry?” Cassian asked.

“Yes, Captain,” you said. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again, I promise.” He said nothing. “Please,” you sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I’ve been good.”

“You have been, sweet girl. You took your punishment well.” Cassian wiped the tear from your cheek and leaned down to give you a slow kiss. “I’ll make you come now,” he whispered against your lips.

Cassian caged you to the bed, his forearms holding him up by your head. Your hands were digging into his back, leaving red scratch marks behind. He began thrusting into you more quickly, rolling his hips as he did so he would start to hit your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck! Captain!” You cried.

“Say my name,” Cassian begged, no longer wanting the facade between you.

“Cassian, please,” you whined. “I need you.” Cassian groaned as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. He kissed the soft skin there.

“I love you, y/n,” he moaned. Your heart throbbed. This is what it was about. He wanted to be sure you loved him as much as he loved you. He wanted to make sure that you were his and only his. Forever.

“I love you too, Cassian,” you moaned back. Cassian grunted as he leaned away. He took your leg and hooked it over his hip. Then he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. With his free hand he reached between you and rubbed figure eights against your clit, tearing your last bit of composure away at once.

You plummeted into your orgasm. You screamed out in pleasure. You thrashed against the bed. You nearly broke Cassian’s skin as your nails raked down his back. Your other hand was squeezing his hand tightly. Your pussy was flexing and contracting around Cassian’s cock uncontrollably. Cassian couldn’t help himself from emptying inside you. You moaned at the feeling of warmth that filled your belly and kept squeezing at his cock, trying to drain every bit of cum from him.

Cassian looked down at the spot where your bodies connected as he pulled out of your warmth. He caught the white cum that began spilling out of you on his fingers and quickly pushed it back inside of you. You whimpered, sore after all the edging.

“We just have to keep this in here, sweet girl. Have to make sure it takes,” he said. “Don’t want to waste any time with my schedule.” You had a small moment of doubt.

“We can try again if it doesn’t work…right?” You asked quietly. Cassian’s eyes shot up to meet yours. He could see the fear you were feeling. A family wasn’t going to be an easy thing for Cassian to have. You didn’t always believe it would work out. His hands immediately went to your face and cupped it.

“Baby, of course we can.” Cassian assured you. “We’ll try as many times as it takes.” The worry on your face washed away.

“I love you, Kassa. Only you,” you said. Cassian smiled softly.

“I know you do. I shouldn’t get jealous,” he said. You kissed Cassian softly.

“I don’t mind,” you told him with a smirk. “As long as this is how you react.”

#cassian andor fic #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor smut #cassian andor x reader smut #cassian andor imagine #star wars x reader

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starrylayle · 3 months

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"Don't get me started on jegulus" actually please get started I'd like to hear your thoughts on it because your take on wolfstar and the oc-ification of some characters is so refreshing to see (tbh my first reaction to jegulus was just confusion on how it started and how quickly it got popular lmao)

ahh this makes so happy to hear that my post resonated with some people!! Was worried i was in the minority lol.

Anyways, abt jegulus -- i acc had a reaaally long post about how much i hated the dynamic (in canon compliant ish works -- Jegulus in aus is fine ig) but i deleted it lol.

I think the core reason why i dislike the pairing so much is that I feel like it the ship goes against everything James stands for. We don't know a lot about James' character in canon, but what we do know is that he had a strong sense of justice, and fierce loyalty to his friends and his cause, which ultimately led to his doom. I just can't imagine that James would associate with someone even a little bit bigoted. This is not to say i think James is a saint, i think he could be an ass sometimes (snapes worst memory lol) but i think he'd draw the line at someone who was associated with 'evil'. James had a very black and white view of good and bad and i just don't think it would make sense for James to date reg, esp as he is becoming a death eater. James may be a dick but he is also the biggest ally to ever ally !!

The only jegulus fics I have read are 'Just Lovers' and 'Choices'. Just lovers is a non-voldy au so i don't really have a problem with their dynamic there but choices on the other hand,, oh boy.

Spoilers for 'Choices' by MesserMoon btw (TW for talk of SA):

Regulus' friends rape Mary. And instead of feeling disgusted on the victim’s behalf, (who has been his friend for 5 years) James instead feels upset because it tarnishes the ‘good’ image he has of reg in his head. Thing is when a similar situation happened (The Prank ™), James was upset that Sirius would do such a thing but he also felt disgusted on behalf of Remus. Where was that energy here, huh?? I’ve even seen comments villianising Mary (the rape victim).

The thing I also hate about their dynamic is that it is basically an ally of the oppressor and ally of the oppressed. The problem with that is that when you are allied with the oppressor, you become an oppressor yourself (and reg does; he does terrible things) and that subsequently makes the so-called ally of the oppressed in cahoots with the oppressor as well. This brings so many parallels to real life where people say that they are an “ally” but become friends with/date a racist/rapist. “Oh but they’re nice to me”. its just a little ew.

And in other jegulus canon-compliant-ish fics, sometimes instead of James' character being watered down its Regulus' character. Like, he's not as morally grey, not as complex etc so it makes sense that James would agree to date him. I feel like jegulus as a ship ruins the core of what made their characters so interesting in the first place.

That being said,,, i do love me some canon-compliant unrequited jegulus. Regulus goes to hogwarts, gets so mad at Sirius for ditching him or whatever, but falls in love with the very guy that stole sirius away. He also has internalised homophobia because he's a Black brother so imagine the angst. James potter goes against everything he stands for,, sirius betrayed him,, but perhaps they're right abt smth?? Perhaps he needs to do smth. alone.

sorry for rambling but these are my thoughts on jegulus !! Anyways I feel like I should reiterate that this is a personal preference!! I think it ruins core of these characters, i prefer jily and i love me some unrequited gay pining for the boy who you're brother replaced u with. But this is just a personal preference !

oh and just a side note if it ever led to a decision where james had to choose between sirius and regulus -- no matter how much he 'allegedly' loved regulus, he would choose sirius, no questions asked.

#thoughts on jegulus #jily #james potter #regulus black #choices messermoon #anti jegulus #idk how to tag this #I don’t want to upset ppl

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trollprincess · 1 year

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So my hometown is building a community center, and some people are livid there’s going to be an LGBTQ+ presence. Since I’m not sure I trust my hometown newspaper to publish the letter to the editor I just wrote, I’m going to post it here with some names and whatnot redacted.

Dear Editor,

I am writing this letter in regards to the proposed community center, and the response which appeared in your newspaper.

My name is Jennifer. Many of you know me well. You went to school with me, you’ve worked with me, you know my parents or my brother. You know me as the bookworm who learned to cross the street just to get to the library, the bundled-up woman walking her barky beagle mix down Main Street, the friendly girl with the colorful hair who tries to smile at everyone she meets.

I grew up here. I remember buying penny candy and comic books in a store which burned down years ago, picking up groceries for my grandmother in another store which is now just a public eyesore, and writing my self-published novel in a cafe which changes hands only to fail every oher year. I have spent the vast majority of my life living in [this town].

I’m also bisexual.

The proper term may be more like pansexual. As described by a character on a certain sitcom, “I like the wine and not the label.” It’s the person I love, not the body parts. And in part, that might make me demisexual as well, meaning that I am only attracted to people after I get to know them well.

That last paragraph might be confusing to some of you. It’s not hard. I don’t like everybody, but I keep my options open. Better?

I questioned for years whether or not I was bisexual or pansexual or straight, but I was never - not once in my entire life - afraid that if I told my parents I was not straight they would hate me or reject me. I’ve got great parents. My mom and dad love me more than any words I could summon up can describe. And what’s upsetting for me right now is how many people in this town I thought felt the same about me, or about their own children, don’t.

I don’t remember when the people here became so cruel. Am I just seeing the past through rose-colored glasses? Probably. I don’t think I remember anyone here being so cruel and filled with hate, and then I recall my high school years in the 90s, when “gay” was the worst slur you could call someone. I don’t want to think that people I’ve known since I was in kindergarten have been bigoted all this time, but then a memory will slip through of some racist comment or grumbled slur someone I thought was a nice person I could trust said.

Now, sometimes, I’m afraid in my own hometown.

I shouldn’t have to be. No one should have to be. Hence, the community center.

Putting aside the LGBTQ+ community, this town needs somewhere where kids and teens can go. I grew up here and every time we came close to having somewhere to go, it would be snatched away in a heartbeat, only for the adults to wonder why teens were out kicking out the slats in the gazebo or burning the playground equipment. Go outside and play! Just don’t hang out here, or there, and definitely not downtown, and nowhere around people. And God forbid, not in groups.

A community center is something this town has desperately needed for decades. Decades. A place where we can go in the rain, where kids can go to hang out safely with our friends, and where we can learn about each other’s differences.

I’m sick of the cruelty I’ve seen in this town - from older folks, from people with inflammatory bumper stickers on their car, even from members of the town council. I’m sick of that cruelty not being called out by others around them because those people “grew up in a different time” or “are my friends, I can’t tell them not to say that.” I’m sick of living in fear of the cruelty of my own neighbors. I’m sure I’m not the only one.

Why is it important that LGBTQ+ people be included in the community center? For the same reason non-Christians should be included, and people of color, and others who are different. Because some of you are so ill-informed you think gay people are recruiting (we’re really not, although we appreciate you think we can agree on a grocery list, much less an agenda), that we’re grooming children to molest them (oh, if anything cut down the possibility kids in this town would get molested, it was tearing down most of the churches), and that transgender people are going to go around forcing people to be a different gender and cutting off people’s genitals (please stop thinking about other people’s genitals, it’s rude and gross).

Talk to us. Listen to us. We’re actually pretty nice. And not just us, but other people who have different life experiences than you. That’s the whole point of a community center - to learn, and to grow, and to become a better person by correcting the harmful beliefs you carry with you.

I’m going to close my letter with a quote from Waymond Wang, a character from “Everything Everywhere All At Once.” He said, "The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind. Especially when we don't know what's going on.”

Thank you.

[Yours truly, fuckos.]

#lgbtqia #lgbtqia+

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dearlyjoonie · 1 year

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Cross Your Mind | KNJ (18+)

Pairing: idol!namjoon x writer!reader

Genre: romance / friends to lovers / slow burn / smut

Warnings: reader is anxious (jimin is a supportive friend tho!) drinking, reader gets a little tipsy (she's a lightweight LOL), thats all i think.

also the italicized text indicates internal thoughts!

Word Count: 1.2k

Synopsis: after being ghosted one too many times, you start to think that maybe love and relationships just aren’t in the cards for you. that is, until your friend confesses something that he’s been hiding from you, you start to change your mind.

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authors note!: ooooooh things are heating up! i am so excited for y'all to read this chapter, you have no idea. i have also been noticing that i frequently make the reader call him joon, but i just think its cute <3 anyway, enjoy! and let me know what you think!

Chapter 4

“Stop fidgeting.” Jimin says, watching you as you fix your pine-colored sweater over your shoulders for probably the fifth time in the reflection of the elevator walls.

“I am not.”

“Yes you are. That’s like the hundredth time I’ve seen you fix your sweater.” Jimin continues. “Why are you so nervous?”

“She hates parties.” Taehyung cuts in, then he and Jimin both laugh when you playfully punch his arm.

“I don’t hate parties,” You object. “And I’m not nervous, I just don’t enjoy parties where I don’t know that many people, that’s all.”

“You’ll be okay,” Jimin says reassuringly as the elevator doors begin to open. “If it makes you feel better you can even sit and talk to me all night, I don’t care.”

You watch the elevator doors open and mentally brace yourself.

“Thanks Jimin,” You chuckle. “But I don’t really want to look like a total awkward loser tonight.”

You and Jimin both step out of the elevator first, Taehyung following behind you, the loud music and swarms of people already becoming almost too much for you as you make your way inside.

Jimin goes in ahead of you, while you and Taehyung trail close behind him, that way Namjoon won’t see you right away. Your idea.

You search around the room, before you spot him off in the distance, with Yoongi and Hoseok.

“Namjoon-ah,” Jimin calls out to get his attention. “Sorry we’re late, hope you’re not upset with us.”

Namjoon shakes his head, patting Jimin on the shoulder. “That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re here.” He smiles at him.

“We’ll make it up to you.” Jimin immediately turns around, waving you over.

You watch as Namjoon appears to be a bit confused at first, but his expression changes to one of joy once he sees you. You practically run to him as he engulfs you in a hug.

“You’re here.” Namjoon says, embracing you tightly. You can hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

“Of course I am, I wouldn’t miss it.” You pull back from his embrace. “I’m so proud of you, Joon.” You smile.

He smiles back, but gets a little shy at your comment.

“I gotta go say hi to some other people, I’ll come find you in a bit.” Namjoon says, then leans in closer to you. “You look really nice, by the way. I like that sweater.”

You can’t help but blush at his compliment, “Oh, shut up.” You chuckle, playfully shoving him even though he doesn’t budge. “Go mingle, I’ll talk to you later.”

You both smile at each other as he walks away.

“Well… would you look at who’s here?” Yoongi sarcastically says as you approach him and Hoseok.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You mock. “What is there to drink here?”

“There’s champagne.” Hoseok replies. “I’ll grab you a glass.”

“No Hobi, you don’t have to. I can get it myself.” You shake your head. However, he’s insistent.

“That’s okay. I was going to grab another drink anyway,” Hoseok holds up an empty glass. “I’ll be back in two seconds.” He smiles as you thank him for being so generous.

“You know it was almost impossible not to tell Namjoon you were coming tonight,” Yoongi says.

“He wouldn’t shut up about you all day.”

Your attention immediately snaps back to Yoongi.

What did he just say?

“What?” You reply.

“He kept asking, " Do you think she’ll come? " maybe she changed her mind about coming, you think?” Yoongi continues, just as Hoseok returns to your side.

“I thought it was cute.” Hoseok laughs as he hands you a flute of champagne.

“Damn, I didn’t realize he wanted me to come so bad.” You take a sip of your champagne, mentally cursing yourself.

You two were close friends, of course he’d have wanted you here.

“Well I’m glad I did.” You smile fondly. “He seemed happy. Even if I’m not sure how much of this I’m gonna enjoy.”

“Oh c’mon,” Hoseok laughs, then playfully clinks his glass of champagne with yours. “This is gonna be fun.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The party is in full-swing at this point, and you’re already two glasses of champagne deep and have already been dragged to dance twice by Jimin, to which you tried to protest each time.

You haven’t spoken to Namjoon since you arrived earlier, but you figure it’s his party so he has better things to do besides hang out with you all night long.

“I’m getting another drink!” You holler at Jimin, and he nods.

“One for me too!” He quickly gets in, and you nod before you walk away.

Namjoon approaches Yoongi, as he just so happens to be looking for you.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon starts as he puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder to get his attention. “Have you seen y/n?”

“Last I saw her she was with Jimin.” He replies, as Namjoon annoyingly sighs.

Yoongi turns and immediately notices the irritation in his gaze as he searches around. “Have you been looking for her all night?”

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her since she got here.” Namjoon continues. “I told her I’d find her, I don’t know why I haven’t seen her.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You make your way back over to the drinks, grabbing one for yourself and one for Jimin. You’re already lightly buzzed off the two drinks you already had, and you’re focused on not spilling them so you’re not paying attention to anything else around you.

You turn around to head back, but you're stopped short when you bump into someone hard enough to make you stumble.

“Woah, woah,” You hear a voice say, followed by a light chuckle.

You look up and realize that it’s Namjoon, as he grabs your waist to steady you.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” You breathe a laugh, but stutter when you become faintly aware of his hands on you. “I was just grabbing another drink, evidently I don’t need one.”

“Yeah, I’ll say,” He laughs.

“I was looking for you,” He smiles, flashing his dimples briefly as he gazes at you. “I feel bad that I haven’t been around all night.”

God, he looks so good, even in the dim lighting. You think, as you get a better look at him up close.

So unfair.

His gaze briefly flicks to your lips, but it’s so brief that you can’t even mentally process it, especially not with the lingering buzz of alcohol in your system.

“That’s okay,” You smile at him, until you’re momentarily caught off guard when he throws his arm over your shoulder and leans in close to you.

“You know we can get out of here if you want, go somewhere quiet so we can talk,” Namjoon says into your ear, making sure you can hear him. “We can go to my studio if you want.”

Why would he want to leave his own party?

“Joon, we can’t just-” You start to respond, but you’re cut off when Jimin comes up to you both.

“Y/n, there you are,” Jimin says, as he takes his drink from you. “I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Sorry Jimin, Namjoon found me.” You reply. “I was going to come right back.”

“Well c’mon, the party's not over yet.” Jimin smiles as he grabs your hand to drag you away, but you turn around to glance back at Namjoon as if to ask if it’s okay to leave him.

Namjoon reads your expression, nodding as he smiles assuringly, although you can tell he feels disappointed that he’s dragging you away.

“It’s okay, go.”

“Okay,” You smile back at him, “I’ll see you later, Joon.”

Jimin leads you away, but you can’t help but feel a little confused.

What the hell just happened?

#bts x reader #namjoon x reader #bts fanfiction #bts namjoon #bts smut #namjoon smut #kim namjoon

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gracieart · 10 months

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You’re seriously going to take drawing requests from A Court of Thought?!? Someone who routinely lies, gaslights, bullies, and blocks Elriels? You were truly one of my fave people on this platform but watching you pander to Eluciens…whew, the respect I’ve lost.

Hello anon. I seem to have upset another one of you.

First and foremost, I am going to draw whatever I want and I'm not going to apologize to you. Let me just get that out in the air.

And for now, we are just going to ignore how you seem entitled to me, my art, my free time, and what I decide to do so we can quickly address your concern here.

I want to preface this by saying I sat on this ask for hours because I was genuinely so confused where this came from. I literally had no idea what you were referring to. I thought ‘A Court of Thought’ was you trying to criticize me for taking art prompts for A Court of Thorns and Roses and that you were saying I do all those things you mention. Which, as you can imagine, made me very sad.

But it finally dawned on me (after one of my friends pointed it out to me) that you were referring to the comment I replied to from the blog ACourtofThought.

After that realization, your comment started to make sense… for the most part.

Now, I have never once spoken to or even heard of this person before they commented on one of my posts. I know absolutely nothing about them. I’ve never even seen one of their posts. But if what you say is true, then you should know there is no possible way I could have even heard of them before, as I have a long list of anti tags blocked and have a strict no negativity policy on all my blogs. If you knew me at all, or if I was one of your favorite people on this platform, as you claim, then you should know that about me at the very least. I make it very very clear I do not deal with that kind of negativity.

And you know, not everyone in this fandom chooses to surround themselves with negativity. I hope you free yourself from this, truly.

I am not upset that you talked down to me, hurt my feelings, and insulted me. No, I’m mostly upset about the fact that you immediately jumped to the worst conclusions about me. The fact is I simply replied to a nice comment I saw on a post I made. That’s it. You saw that and thought “Wow, this woman is siding with this person I really dislike. And she obviously knows exactly who this person is and why I dislike them so much. So how dare she!”

…That is what you thought, am I wrong?

This is unwarranted and out of context. I am not “pandering” to Eluciens. I was simply asking my very kind mutuals, who happen to like that ship, if they had any prompts they wanted me to draw. And I tagged Elucien in that post so it reached other people. I have so many nice and genuine friends on here who ship all kinds of things, and I want to create something that makes them happy too. Is that a crime?

What if I told you I’m the exact same person I’ve always been? What if I told you that all the while I’ve been one of your “favorite people on this platform,” I’ve been doodling Elucien for some of my longest friends. Would you still have had any respect for me left to lose if you knew that all along?

I won’t talk about the ships here. If you want to know about that, go see my response to the other ask I answered yesterday.

When I first saw this ask, I’ll admit it upset me very much. So much so that I couldn’t get anything done for most of the day because I was so sad that someone would say something like this to me. But I’ve had a whole day to think about this, and I’ve come to one conclusion: I really don’t think you had much respect for me to begin with if you are so quick to turn around and talk down to me and insult me after I seemingly did something to offend you.

And if I did offend you, you could have easily just unfollowed me and moved on. But… you chose to go out of your way to insult me. Why?

I am sorry you are stuck in a place where you feel like you have to assume the worst of people. I’m sorry you have found yourself surrounded with so much negativity in this fandom. Fandom is a place for people to come together because they enjoy something, and I am truly sorry you’ve fallen into the part of the fandom that doesn’t comprehend that.

I’ll never begin to understand why people can’t see that kindness is so much easier. But at least I have a lovely circle of friends on here I can fall back on. Friends who have different opinions, who ship different things, or like other stuff. Friends who are in a completely different circle, but are the kindest, most compassionate people I’ve ever met.

Anon, I truly wish for you to find that for yourself. Try surrounding yourself with kind people who like different things. You will be so much happier. Trust me. There are so many nice people out there once you step outside your own circle.

#ask #so thanks #I felt like crying today #gracie answers

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