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ilythena · 3 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM when you decide to break up with your boyfriend, you never thought you’d end up sleeping with his enemy.

SMUT!!!! Fem reader, one night stand turned lovers, oral (F and M receiving), sloppy make outs, cheating (reader and her bf are cheating on each other), mentions of drunk sex but it doesn’t actually happen, hangover sex, creampies, phone sex (readers bf calls and they pick up mid deed), Jack doesn’t give two shits lmao, he’s kinda switchy???, “I can treat you better than he can” trope, reader is a celebrity but her personal work is not mentioned, use of y/n, unhealthy relationships, Jack does not live with Luke in this fic, readers ex boyfriend is not named and can be whoever you’d like it to be.

WC of 3.2K, not proofread 😥

♪ Practice - Drake

“All I want to do is go out and you’re already acting like a bitch.” Your boyfriend says as he buttons up his shirt

“You promised this time we would stay in.” You said from your spot in the room as he shifts his eyes to look at you from the mirror and his brows furrow “so what? You want me to be inside all the time and be boring? I have a social life I have to keep up with, y/n. You can either stop being a pain in the ass about it and come with me or stay here by yourself.” He says as he walks out the room and with a heavy heart you follow him outside.

Sitting in the passenger seat silent he drives you both out to some random club with random people and quickly ditches you without even saying goodbye

Your boyfriend immediately left you in the corner as soon as you both got there, and there you were standing there like you knew you would be. Everyone's drinking and smoking who knows what and it makes your skin crawl at the fact that you have no clue who your even around right now.

"Hey beautiful. What're you doing here alone?" Some random creep says to you and you have to physically hold back from cringing into your skin, the alcohol evident on his breath.

"Sorry, I'm not looking for anyone" you say and quickly down your drink to move to the dance floor to get away. Bumping into strangers you realize the alcohol kicks in quicker than you thought it would. Eventually finding your boyfriend and rolling your eyes at the way he’s obviously flirting with another girl, you quickly realize you’re gonna have to find another way home tonight.

Trying your best to forget about your shitty excuse of a boyfriend, you very quickly start to dance with some random. Though the lights are extremely dark, you could tell he was handsome.

Told you he’s seen you around before, and than he’s been plotting on you for a while. His offering of a drink somehow turnt into you grinding against him and in the blink of an eye you’re stumbling into his apartment, drunk and insanely horny.

Lightheaded. That's the only word you could use to describe how you feel so early in the morning.

Forcing your eyes open you see the man who’s name is apparently Jack laying on your chest-knocked out asleep. You sigh and grab your phone to check the time: 5:30 am, you have a few notifications from the group chat you and your friends share; most of it just your friends being they’re usual crazy selfs with your other friends entertaining it.

Your hand finds itself into his hair, stroking it while he lets out quiet snores against you. The buzz from the alcohol must've followed you into the next morning cause you still feel so relaxed, head spinning but in a good way. You feel jack shift against you to pull you closer and you look down at him.

His eyes are on you now, mumbling a "good morning" while his hands run down your back and he presses a kiss on your collarbone. The action makes your heart flutter and you whisper "good morning" back to him, hand pushing the hair out of his face while he scoots up to lay his head in the crook of your neck.

“Jack, I really shouldn’t be here-“ “I know you have a boyfriend, pretty girl. I don’t care about him. He doesn’t deserve you.” He cuts you off with a mumble of the last part and you’re stuck in minor shock

You don’t protest his statement knowing that he was right. If your boyfriend can have some fun why can’t you?

You two have simple conversation, him asking what time it was and how you were and you responding. You scrolled through instagram seeing yet another picture of your boyfriend leaving the club with some random woman and he watched silently while rubbing his hands onto your waist. He suddenly hums and makes small pecks into your neck, kissing around until he finds a spot that makes you breathe a little heavier and leaning your head to the side so he can get better leverage at the spot.

"What're you doing?" You whisper, curious but making no effort to stop him. "Kissing you." He replied blankly, mumbling small praises in between the kisses. You move his head so you could kiss him on the lips— sloppily but passionate. He pinches your sides to make you gasp so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth, groaning into the kiss.

He moves a knee between your legs so you don't close them, moving your shirt up so he can kiss down your torso until he gets down to your pants. He looks up at you; asking with his eyes if he can remove them and you nod. He wastes no time taking your pants off and removing your underwear, dick twitching when he sees how wet you are.

'''S all for me?" He mumbles into your thigh and you nod again, breath hitching in your throat. "Use your words." He says, kissing up and down your thighs-both arousal and nervousness pooling in your stomach at the sight of him kneeled down in front of you. "Yes. All for you." You say, and you could barely get another word out before he begun to lick a stripe up your slit.

An audible gasp left your mouth while a groan left his, and your hand—that was previously holding your shirt up—flew to his hair and gripped onto it for balance.

"Why didn't you tell me you tasted so good?" Jack said, words coming out slurred due to him not bothering to stop the attack on your pussy. "H-when was I supposed to tell you tha- oh my god." you said, words getting cut off when his tongue circles your clit.

He's really eating you out now, head mushed between your thighs, licking and sucking every part of you his tongue can reach. You don't know how he became so alert so quickly, he just was damn near asleep barely even half an hour ago. The feeling becomes too much, you squirming around and him grabbing both of your thighs to bring you back to him, mumbling a "stay still for me" into your core as he continues.

It's only a few more moments until you get closer to the edge, whines and moans increasing in pitch as Jack inhumanly speeds up. " Jack, I'm close" you whine, and he just hums as he continues. Your thighs closing in on his head as you cum and him groaning, trying to practically drink it before you have to forcefully remove his head from your pussy. His eyes are low, filled with lust and you're panting, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m not done with you, pretty. Let me fuck that loser boyfriend of yours out of your head, hm?” He says as he drags you closer to the middle of the bed, near his now hard dick that was now very obviously poking through his shorts.

The fact that he’s not wearing a shirt makes this process much easier, as all he had to do was slide down his shorts and kick them off. You’re staring at him and you don’t know what to think right now, he’s huge. He looks at you for a brief moment before smirking, “you like what you see?” He says and your face gets a little hot when you realize you’ve been caught. He spits down into his hand and gives you a little show, jerking himself off and teasing his tip on your slit.

“I wanna suck you off” you suddenly blurt out and he can’t help but chuckle a little. “Next time, lovely. If I don’t fuck you right now I think I might explode.”

“Jack please don’t tease me” you whine and he kisses up from your collarbones to your ear, and whispers a beg for it into your ear. “Please, please, put it in. I need to feel you.” Was all it took from you before he put a hand next to your head and he was pushing himself into you.

He pushed in slowly, part of it wanting you to get you to the stretch, but the other part of it was for him to not cum quickly. “You’re so fucking tight y/n, god.” He groans out and you moan out when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

Jack doesn’t waste any time pounding into you as you quickly grab onto his shoulders for support. “Oh!” You cry out and he grunts in reply, “so fucking wet too. This turn you on? Having a real man take care of you like this.” He says as he grabs you by your chin so you can look at him and you sob out a yes for him.

“Feels so good, Jack. So full of you, fucking me so good” you whine out and he lets out what would seem to be a quiet whimper “keep talking to me like that and I’m definitely not gonna last long, baby.” He licks his thumb and brings it down to your clit to rub it in fast, tight circles that makes your jaw drop and your toes curl.

“Oh fuck! Jack!” You say as your back arches off the bed and he puts his other free hand on your back for support. “Come on baby, let go for me. Cum on this cock.” He whines into your neck and with a few more thrust you were creaming all over him. He keeps going and you quickly get overstimulated while he holds your hips down into the bed

“Just a little more, pretty. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard into you. Fuck.” He pants out and like he said, after a few more deep thrusts, he cums inside of you.

He gently lays on top of you as you both catch your breaths and come down from your orgasms. He kisses your temple and whispers about how he’s going to run you a bath and bring you some water.

“What am I going to wear? And as much as I would love to stay here I have to go home.” You whisper and he tells you not to worry about it, that you could take one of his shirts and he’ll take you home his self. You don’t object when he carries you to the bathroom and sets the water temperature to warm.

Begrudgingly getting out of jacks car and giving him your number, you grab your keys and walk into your very empty apartment. Usually you’d be upset, however this time you’ve never been more grateful. You wash your face and put on a movie to lay on the couch and rest.

You’re rudely awoken when your boyfriend walks through the door at 11:30 am and you don’t even bother to ask him where he’s been when you know exactly where he was.

“Hey babe.” He says and you hum a small “hey” back to him. He doesn’t even know you didn’t come home last night and you plan to keep it that way.

“What’s up with you? All relaxed.” He says and you shrug “I was taking a nap…” you say and he side eyes you. You don’t usually sleep unless he comes home but he lets it go as you were probably tired.

It’s been a few weeks of you and Jack sneaking around while your boyfriend doesn’t have a clue. And a part of you feels bad about it but then again he’s cheated multiple times and you’re simply not in love with him anymore.

Tomorrow, your boyfriend has a game against the New Jerseys devils which excites you because then you get to see Jack again.

“Why are you so happy to go? Never seen you this excited to see me kick some ass in a game before.” Your boyfriend chuckles as you mentally groan and put on a fake smile “just happy that I get to see my boyfriend play.” You lie straight out of your teeth, well not really. You are watching your boyfriend play, just not him. he smiles at your statement. “You know, recently you’ve been acting different. And honestly, I love it so much. You’re so much more calmer and it just makes me happy that knowing you regained that trust in me.” He said and you didn’t even respond. Just smiled like you didn’t know what was happening

“Only thing that’s pissing me off is that Jack kid” he says and you freeze. “…What do you mean?” “I mean like, he’s just some pretty boy who thinks he’s the shit. Thinks he can do whatever he wants and tonight I’m gonna beat his ass in this game tonight to show him who’s boss.” You don’t say anything once again and you’re left with your thoughts while your boyfriend flips through the tv to find a channel to watch.

By the time you left the house, your boyfriend was already on the ice getting ready to start his match. You’re about to sit down next to your friend when a text comes through your phone.

Jack 🤍

Come meet me after the game.

You shoot back a 👍 before putting your phone down and talking with the girl beside you.

It was obvious who was going to win. A devastating game for your boyfriend with a 4-0 to The new jersey devils but a celebratory one for your affair partner. Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, just gets in his car after taking off his gear and goes home. You don’t even care anymore, and after you see all the boys leaving the opposite teams locker room, you text Jack asking if it was okay for you to come to his apartment and he immediately sends a yes.

You walk into the place and immediately you’re hugged by him, which sends butterflies to your stomach and a bright genuine smile to your face.

“Missed you, gorgeous. Saw how I kicked ass out there?” He says as he pulls away to look at your face and you smile even harder “I did! You played so good, super proud of you” and he gives you a deep kiss as you both giggle.

“You have to stop! What if you leave a mark?” You whisper laugh and he nips at your ear “don’t care anymore. Let them know how much I love you.” He says and you suddenly feel flustered “Jack….” “Y/n. You don’t have to be with him anymore. I can take care of you so much better than he can and you know that.” He says with so much seriousness in his voice that you’re left speechless

“Jack-“ “I genuinely love you. seriously. I want to be with you.” He says and you have no words so you just kiss him again. The kissing turns into him pinning you against the wall and the grinding and groping is very evident.

“Take all this off baby. I need you right now” he says as you’re quick to push him down onto his couch. “Not this time. It’s your win. Let me take care of you” you say and he whispers a fuck while his eyes run along your body.

You take off your top and after a few minutes of kissing and grinding, you drop to your knees and he lets out a gasp of pleasure at you palming him.

You unzip his pants and he’s breathing heavily, anticipating what you’d do next. You spit onto his dick and roll your hand around it for a few strokes before giving gentle kisses to his tip.

“Baby don’t tease, thought you were taking care of me?” He whines out as you giggle “I am. Be patient for me.” You say and his next words fall flat on his tongue as you start tonguing his head.

Finally granting his wish, you dip your head down and take him fully down your throat. Your cheeks pulling in to suck him tighter while your head dipped up and down. A groan of surprise leaves his mouth as his eyes immediately become hooded.

“Fuck, angel. Such a nice mouth you have on you” he groaned out. But his muttering and whining was quickly cut off with the way you sloppily put your tongue on his balls

“Holy shit. Oh my fucking god baby. You’re incredible” he moans out as you continue to jerk him off while popping of on his balls out of your mouth and moving on to the one beside it.

You took him back into your mouth and your hands worked around what you couldn’t reach, the head of his dick kissing the back of your throat in a pleasureful burn and you can feel tears swelling in your eyes when he gently grabs your head and begins to start fucking his full length down your throat.

His moans and whines become more desperate every second and it’s obvious he’s close to cumming. Although you’re enjoying your time here, your phone suddenly starts ringing. It’s your boyfriend. Jack groans out partly in annoyance and in pleasure and then he gets an idea. “Wanna show your boyfriend how pretty you look when I cum down your throat.” He almost cries out and you moan around him “please baby, can I pick up the phone at let him he- oh fuck, let him hear how well you take me?” He says as he struggles to keep his composure with the way you’re deepthroating him, cutting himself off with his own moans

You hum in approval and Jack doesn’t waste any time picking up that phone and putting your boyfriend on speaker.

“Hey. Where are you-“ and all that’s heard is a loud gag through the room and the sloppy noises of your mouth on jack’s cock.

“Fuck baby. Keep going please. I’m so fucking close, oh my god.” Jack says as he throws his head back, face flushed and neck red as you hold his hips down and begin bobbing your head up and down again.

“Y/n?! What the fuck is happening?! Who is that?!!” Your boyfriend frantically says as Jack takes the phone. “She’s a pro at sucking dick. Honestly I have no clue how you could even let her out of your sight” Jack grunts out and hangs up the phone, not even wanting to bother with him right now.

A few more bobs of your head and Jack is cumming down your throat. Chest heaving as he does so. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect, holy shit.” He whines out and you’re determined to clean him up completely, continuing to suck him off until he was completely finished

“Fuck- you trying to kill me over here? God” he says with a small laugh as you finally pop off his dick, catching your breath.

As you and Jack bask in the afterglow, your boyfriend is blowing up your phone and before you can reach for it, Jack stops you.

“You don’t need to worry about him anymore. You’re mine now.”

#jack hughes x you #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes smut #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #jack hughes #jack hughes x y/n #new jersey devils #ꨄ angie’s works.

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sanzaibian · 28 days

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Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

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unbidden-yidden · 1 year

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I have a bunch of thoughts related to your recent post on lefty antisemitism, but I don't want to dump a big long thing in your inbox - let me know if you want me to send it, other than that just know you're not alone trying to wade through the messiness of it all.

I know leftist antisemitism is alive and well, I know Jewish perspectives/experiences/identities are not valued, and I know there’s a load of misinformation out there when it comes to the conflict (though honestly, I don’t trust info from any side because everything is propaganda at this point). But I listened to a podcast episode (Joyous Justice - a Jewish racial justice podcast hosted by a Black & Cherokee Jew) that was a bit of a gentle kick in the pants.

To summarize some of the key thoughts: There is antisemitism in lefty spaces because there is antisemitism EVERYWHERE - and racism, sexism, transphobia, classism, ableism, and the like. Leftists are not immune to these things. And so when someone like me says “well I’m not going to engage with some progressive cause because I’m bothered by the antisemitism” it’s like, anyone else of another marginalized identity could have the same excuse for not participating because they will inevitably run into someone who is being shitty about their identity. It’s good that we have ways to process these harmful experiences, and we should try to hold people accountable, but it’s not a good idea for our self-defensiveness to stop us completely from engaging.

I’m not solidly feeling any of this right now, but I am trying to sit with it in the discomfort.

Hi there,

Look, I definitely see where you're coming from and where this podcaster was coming from at least in theory, but I don't agree.

Leftists absolutely have all the same problems any other group has, and obviously we all have to work on our biases and movements all the time to try and root these things out.

This is different and goes beyond that though, because the brand of anti-Zionism that is mainstream amongst American goyische leftist movements and individuals is deeply antisemitic as a part of the cause. Anti-Zionism as an intra-Jewish discussion need not be [internalized] antisemitism, and there are plenty of ways that one can critique specific actions of the Israeli government that are proportionate, fair, and necessary (yes, even as an outsider.)

However, calls for the literal dissolution of the entire country without a thought or care for the safety and well-being of the affected Jews or the Jewish people as a whole, combined with a deep suspicion (and frequently outright hostility) towards Jews who bring up antisemitism (especially as it pertains to rhetoric around Israel) and then adding your regular run-of-the-mill antisemitism on top, are common and accepted in leftist spaces. In short: antisemitism isn't just one unfortunate pimple amongst many other expected blemishes on the face of modern leftism - it's actually frequently taken up as one of the causes of leftism. This form of antisemitism is seen as social justice, and so arguing against it is seen not for what it is (begging for people to add even a little nuance and critically examine a belief system that leads them to call for the genocide of half the Jewish population worldwide) but rather as arguing for whatever terrible thing they want to paint Israel as this week, whether or not it's true and whether or not such a label could just as easily be applied to groups and nations that they will give a pass to.

Meanwhile, most of the goyim arguing in support* of Israel are frequently right-wing conservatives whose other views on human rights and moral progress I find rather repugnant and who frequently utilize standard conservative talking points about Israel's more strident critics to attack them on other levels. For example, I cringe basically any time I see any right-wing critique of, say, the very real antisemitism of Cori Bush or Rashida Tlaib, because I just know it's gonna be racist as hell.

(The * is because I don't honestly classify a lot of this as support for the Jews, so much as a handy vehicle for their anti-Arab racism, Islamophobia, and unfair painting of all Palestinians and/or Palestinian rights movements as terrorism. I would also be remiss if I didn't say that the same is frequently true of certain batches of leftists whose anti-Zionism is more of a handy vehicle for antisemitism than genuine, thoughtful, and helpful advocacy for Palestinians.)

But there are some conservative voices that do have genuine support for Jews and are pro-Israel in a way that is more nuanced and doesn't just use it as a tactic. And when I see that, and especially when I hold it up next to leftist comrades who would never in a million years advocate for policies that would wipe out half the world population of another minority group but will happily repeat those talking points against Jews as if it were a social justice cause, it makes me question the validity of everything else they're saying.

And so I re-run that calculus on every social issue I'm passionate about, to see if maybe I'm on the wrong side of it, and every time I conclude I'm still very much not. So then I go back to the drawing board and reconsider Jewish history, identity, and peoplehood, and the conclusions I've come to about Zionism from those things, only to return to the same position I was in before. I've heard the arguments. I've actively sought out and considered the other side on this issue, hoping to understand something new, and each new source I read solidifies my opinion.

So then I'm stuck with concluding that my best option is to seek out like-minded Jews and when outside allies or work is needed, just kinda go into it accepting that a significant portion of the people I'm necessarily aligning myself with for other important causes would likely leave me and mine for dead under the right circumstances, and view that as good and right and just.

And while I don't let that change my voting behavior or advocacy at a practical level, it also doesn't change the fact that it fucking hurts and that I'm morally right to be angry about it.

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Hey so I once in a while post about Metalocalypse and I wanna say, at the possible expense of my ability to do that, @secret-tacos is my best friend of over 10 years. We've known each other for an eternity. I was a young teenager when I met him, we were both still discovering ourselves- We were different people, and we've been through a lot and learned who we are together. Nothing in this world will come between us, or sever the memories we've shared- And we've both met some shitty people who have tried.

For a while, we + some friends have discussed a lack of darker/more serious content in fandom, despite the show obviously being pretty dark itself (a recurring character is a registered sex offender, for one) and how people who DO make this content (while it may not be triggering in nature) that we've been friends with have been afraid to post things like guro for fear of being lumped in with the worst kinds of people, and that isn't an exaggeration.

I've seen people lump in "DNI if you do X/ship X" with terfs, zionists, etc. in the literal same sentence, and I think at that point you seriously need to step back and look at your life, and why you choose to engage with that content (even to rant about it) if it bothers you. But you also need to realize that these things are not real.

There is someone popular in this SAME FANDOM who has written dynamics involving adults and minors being romantic/sexual that makes me personally uncomfortable, and no you don't need to know why. You're not entitled to that information. But that isn't treated as a bad thing, people ignore it, and how its romanticized- Which is not a courtesy given to my friend, Damien.

So, my friend posts a list of prompts for fanart/fanfic involving various taboo themes. Some of them horror themes, some of them potential triggers, etc. He does this explicitly to give people, some of whom are friends, an excuse to create what they want while diverting the target onto his own back. If you do not like these things, then do not engage with them. It is that simple.

He did make the mistake of not trigger tagging the prompts, under the impression that just seeing the words (the offending ones being "noncon" and "incest") would not be a trigger for people, but others have talked to him about this and he's corrected it. That's over and done with.

What I don't understand is people who have gone out of their way to comment on the post and message him about how they DONT WANT TO INTERACT WITH THE POST. That doesn't make any sense to me. The only outcome I can see is that they want him to delete it, and possibly his blog, which isn't going to happen.

Nowhere did he say, either, that these things had to be sexual. Nowhere did he say that you couldn't write a dark, introspective fanfic about these things that ultimately speaks to something deeper. He also didn't say they COULDN'T be porn, he very much didn't say that.

I want to throw it out there, I'm not proship or comship or whatever else people want to call it nowadays, because I think its cringe and fail to spend all your free time arguing about what other people do online.

Just like I think it's stupid to go to someone else's blog and say how angry you are that you chose to go to their blog. Or to post in discord servers THAT HE'S IN about how much you hate his content. Or to follow him and reblog his art and then comment that you hate what he's doing.

You can put it on whatever morally pure pedestal you want, but that's just. Kind of mean and unnecessary.

The express challenge here is to give people a space to create dark content, and for people who DONT WANT TO SEE THAT to blacklist it and move on. Which was the outcome people wanted, but not the one we got.

I understand if you're a survivor and you're offended, and that isn't the intention at all. When people look at fiction, they do not think of you, and they do not want to hurt you. But I am still sorry if you've been hurt.

I understand the desire to rail against anyone who posts something you don't like. I do. You can't complain to the writers of the show directly about the content you dislike (and if you do, they won't listen) but if you want to complain about a specific blog? You can just go there and comment and hope that they get bullied off the website, that's something you can do right now and tell all your friends how you're morally right for it.

And you will. And you'll do it to me, too, and you'll tell everyone how good it felt to do it. Because you're such a good person, because it feels so good to be good, and everyone should know how good you are.

#metalocalypse #maru.txt #cw incest #cw noncon

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I stopped watching the series a long time ago because I couldn't stand it anymore and I really don't regret anything.

I haven't seen a single episode of the S5 and I don't need to, and I must admit that most of what I know I've gotten from spoilers, leaks and talking to people who are up to date. But I can affirm Adrien and Marinette are increasingly bad and one-dimensional characters.

THEY ARE the reason I got tired of this show.

I mean, just look at at how the writers characterize them and what their priorities are in their lives.

I don't even know why they're superheroes in the first place because all they care about is being in a romantic relationship. Their lives and their mental and emotional health depend on it.

Just look at them. Adrien has no dreams, goals or objectives in his life as revealed in Wishmaker, under the excuse that Gabriel is an abusive man who controls everything in his life and doesn't let him make decisions. However in S5 Adrien himself revealed that his biggest wish and desire is to be with LaDyBuG. To then magically fall in love with Marinette, directing his toxic, annoying and obsessive behavior he had with LB towards Marinette. He doesn't care about anything or anyone around her other than his Maribug. Absolutely nothing. His mother has been missing for many months and he doesn't give a damn about getting her back or knowing her whereabouts. And he doesn't mind talking to his father about this situation either. He is not proactive unless it is about the lOvE oF hIs LiFe. Adrien is a character that makes me cringe every time I see him, who only exists so that the viewers feel sorry for their shitty life and nothing more. But that don't work on me.

And Marinette? She's always been a poorly written character imo, but in S4 and 5 everything goes to hell with her. I know that many Mari stans are happy because she finally got Simpdrien to fall in love with her, however her character is objectively pathetic. She goes into depression very often because of her superhero work (as if she DOESN´T really like bening LB) and she has been about to be akumatized several times, and almost always because she can't be in a romantic relationship WITH A BOY. This has happened in Chamaelon, Chat Blanc, and in S4 and S5.

And really, I can't take this girl seriously. How can she fall in and fall out in love so easily? We have seen her attracted to Adrien, then she is attracted to Luka, then Adrien again, falls in love with Cat Walker, then in S5 she magically falls in love with Chat Noir and rejects Adrien because of CN, and then decides to get over to CN to be with Adrien again. WTF?

How many times the writers imply that the fact that they're Ladybug and CN is a burden for them that prevents them from being happy? I even think in some spoilers they went as far as to give up their miraculous so they could be together. It's like, see? It's literally the ONLY shit they care about.

I can't bear what the main characters have become, and even less bear the idea that the show undeservedly gives them the titles of being "good people and the best heroes" when both Adrien and Marinette are the most shallow, selfish characters of their own series.

#ml salt #ml critical #adrien salt #marinette salt #ml #mlb

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[Riconti] What happens in Vegas... (part 4)

Rated T | 1k words | ao3 link [previous] [next]

Back at his hotel room, Felix didn’t hesitate using his rediscovered wallet to order room service for both him and Ace.

Getting out of the sun and being able to brush his teeth had already done wonders for Felix's hangover. But it was the reassurance of having Ace sitting in bed next to him, smiling and cracking jokes and calling him all sorts of silly nicknames, that really made Felix feel much better.

And while they were enjoying their coffees and club sandwiches that Felix had ordered, Ace filled him in on the details he'd missed out on the night before.

Apparently, after the shared dinner with the rest of the survivors, it had proved difficult for thirty-something people to agree on which tourist attraction to visit first. Meg had wanted to go on a sightseeing bus, Kate was looking forward to clubbing, and Nea, of all people, had insisted on hitting a strip show.

And while the others had organized splitting into smaller groups, Felix had turned to Ace and asked if he wanted to go to a casino.

"I tried to tell you I didn't mind doing something else, but you said you wanted to see me in my element and having fun. I probably made some ridiculous heart eyes at you right then and there." Ace chuckled. "Poor Jeff didn't read the room right—to be fair, neither did I at that point—and tagged along. He must have felt like such a third wheel, poor boludo."

Oh. That was what the text Jeff sent Felix had meant: the artist had realized what was going on and had excused himself to give them space.

"It was a blast to teach you some of the games,” Ace continued excitedly. “Neither of us won shit, though. And you probably funded my little losing streak more than is healthy—that's why I had to borrow your wallet for the burgers, since I’d lost all of my own money trying to impress you."

Ace shot him a sheepish look over his sandwich, yet Felix felt nothing but fond.

"Don't worry about my money,” Felix said. “But what about you? Will you be able to get home? Do you need—"

"No, see, that's exactly what you tried to do last night too." Ace snorted and shook his head. "Here, Ace, take my black Amex, I don't use it anyway. I had to distract you with pancakes to get you to stop, or you'd have gotten mugged waving that thing around."

Huh. “That's where the pancake place comes in?”

“Yeah. And I was craving something sweet.” Ace shrugged. “But that's also when the… handsiness started.”

Felix nearly choked on his sandwich.

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “I'm sorry. That must have been inappropriate. Did I just…just spring that on you, or…?”

“No, you, uh.” Ace took a strategically timed sip of coffee before continuing. "In the cab, you grabbed my hand. I mean, I'd been flirting my ass off the entire night and you were really…smiley and touchy-feely, but that simple hand-holding was when it really hit me that yeah, this is happening.”

Felix sighed in relief; that didn't sound bad at all. At least he hadn’t gone straight for Ace’s crotch.

“And at the diner you insisted on sitting next to me in the cramped booth. And then, like a true gentleman, you ordered chocolate chip pancakes and a coke for me. So romantic,” Ace sighed exaggeratedly.

Felix cringed. He'd have to take Ace out properly during the weekend to make up for such a lackluster first date.

“Our orders took some time—there was probably just that one girl on the night shift there, gotta love those shitty working conditions." Ace winced sympathetically. "So we talked. Or, well, you kept clinging to me and spilled your heart about how hot and hilarious you find me, and then got upset when I wouldn’t accept the compliments—”

“That doesn't sound like words I would use,” Felix said.

“Okay, you caught me,” Ace said. “It was more like…handsome, and funny, and good friend and smart and selfless, which is obviously complete bull—”

“Oh, look: I'm upset again that you won’t accept the compliments,” Felix deadpanned.

“Yeah, well, that's when you dropped the l-bomb,” Ace said. “And made that whole speech of how much you've wanted me for years but never had the guts to tell me before.”

Felix swallowed the last of his sandwich. “And what did you do?”

Ace smiled. “What I should’ve done a long time ago: I kissed you.”

Felix stared at Ace: at his bedhead, at the faint freckles on his nose, and at the pink lips curved up into an easy smile, and thought about how unfair it was that he didn’t remember kissing him.

Ace’s smile stayed in place even as he slowly set his sandwich down on the nightstand. His gaze dropped down to Felix's mouth and Felix took it as the invitation he hoped it was.

Felix leaned in first and Ace met him halfway.

Blood rushed in Felix's ears and pleasure flooded his body. Ace's lips were dry but warm and his body fit so perfectly against Felix's where they leaned into each other. It was nerve-wracking, finally getting to do this after dreaming about it for so long, but Ace’s mouth stayed firm and languid against Felix’s—after all, Ace had plenty of experience kissing Felix from last night.

Ace’s confidence soothed Felix's own worries. He slanted his mouth and brought a hand up to cup Ace’s neck, causing Ace to hum low and satisfied into the kiss as his hands caressed up and down Felix's chest.

When they pulled apart, they were both panting and Felix was already half-hard in his pants.

He swallowed. “What happened next?”

Ace smirked. “We inhaled our pancakes and went straight for the nearest hotel.”

Felix glanced at Ace's half-eaten sandwich. “Would now be a good time to shower—”

“Yes!” Ace shouted, then cleared his throat and adjusted his pants. “I mean, yeah, now would work perfectly. Let me just—”

Ace reached for his sandwich and shoved it into his mouth before pulling Felix to his feet and into the bathroom.

#riconti #felix richter #ace visconti #dbd fanfic #dbd #dweetwrites

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I've been in a lot of fandoms, and a lot of shitty ones at that, and I can pretty confidently say that the rw//by fandom is one of, if not the, worst.

You'd think it'd be cause of the really loud, toxic ppl like Lilith and Seeker, but no, what makes this fandom the worst is the inability for others to hold those ppl accountable. To say no, we don't want ppl like that in our fandom, screw off. Instead ppl who hear about the harassment that goes on will either A. ignore it cause its 'not their problem' B. think it's okay because it's happening to rwde or some other critic or C. take the first excuse the harasser gives so they can sweep it under the rug and pretend the fandom is perfect as is.

Frankly I don't really wanna be in a fandom where harassment of an actual human being is seen as okay because of their opinions on a cartoon. Nice shiny paint rw//by fandom, I'm sure the wood underneath totally isn't rotten, right?

Hey anon!!! I’ve seen some horrible shit in fandoms but RWBY fndms shitty behavior takes the cake for the exact reasons you said, the fans refuse to hold anyone accountable or even accept it’s happening. They’ll say everything wrong ever is solely the critics fault and tell us if we weren’t so cringe maybe we wouldn’t get death threats.

It is 20fucking23 can we stop trying to justify bullying and harassment of people we don’t like? Why can’t we just block and move on why do we have to look for excuses to justify shitty behavior instead of calling it out for what it is?

RWBY wants to be all about trusting love….unless it’s someone they don’t like then harassment is fine justified even and that is beyond fucked up.

#rwde #fndm toxicity #toxic fndm #toxicity in rwby #toxicity in fndm

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2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in? 3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die? 5. A ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand? (any fandom for 5 and 2) 10. Any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to? 20. If you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

Late Munday Salt Asks - Featuring AD

2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

Alright well, ya'll about to get some fun takes from the man who is known for having the best takes in the universe (this is true I made the rules):

RWBY: The fanbase can either be absolutely fucking toxic to hell and back with little to no media comprehension that makes a goddamn preschooler look like Socrates, or overanalyze everything to the point where they then get pissed that their hyper-specific headcanon isn't canon and there is BARELY any in between.

Sonic: Folks really needs to stop treating the classic games like they're some godly piece of media that cannot be considered bad and that the modern games have ruined them. Ya'll just never played Rush.

Panty and Stocking: Stocking is absolutely more of a sex-freak than Panty is and you will never change this.

Exes: Cringe culture may be dead, but by god ya'll need to come up with better ideas. Stop tryin' to be Lord X 2.0

Hazbin / Helluva: The excuse that Hazbin is for women and Helluva is for dudes is bullshit, let Millie DO something for once.

Studio Trigger: They should honestly make a sequel series to Klk and just go even more nutso than they did the first time around.

Undertale / Deltarune: People overhype Spamton and Jevil a bit too much considering they may not even be relevant in the final release. They're pretty cool though.

Persona: A lot of these games are unfortunately pretty fuckin' dated when it comes to the shit happening in them - I'm sorry folks but Atlas are kinda shitty when it comes to how they portray anyone that isn't straight.

Super Mario Bros: Dimentio is the best Mario villain and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Dragon Ball: When was the last time any of us actually had fun with this series? Like be honest.

3. What rp trends are you so over and can’t wait for it to die?

Honestly it's the fact that there's really little to no accessibility for finding icons these days. A lot of folks seem to say "Do it yourself" which like, fair dues, but at the same time...Maybe some folks kinda want to be able to do other things outside of slaving away in a photo editing program for hours on end?

5. A ship everyone in the fandom you’re in loves, but you can’t stand? (any fandom for 5 and 2)

This one I'll be more concise with, cuz there's a lot of fandoms I listed: I honestly think that a lot of ships are fine? The only ones that I can think of are those made out of spite or just seem spiteful in nature. Like erasing characters' sexualities or shit like that.

's weird yo.

10. Any fandom(s) you don’t want to rp in or crossover to?

USUALLY I'm pretty open but like...I guess the best example is fandoms for shows that are v e r y kid oriented. Like, I understand some of ya'll are enjoying shows like Bluey and that one with the sentient numbers and...stuff like that?

I DON'T THINK you wanna have some of my muses just sorta showing up and causing shit.

That being said if any of ya'll wanna ask if I'm OK with your fandom and such then just hmu in DMs.

20. If you’re feeling salty right now, this ask gives you a free reign to pour out your frustration.

Honestly the only salt I be feeling is when I go to make myself something that takes about 30 seconds and then being told to leave the kitchen by your older siblings. Like, it takes 30 second to cook this shit gimme some room damn you.

#staticmonitor #{ ;; Words of Wisdom...? | AD Speaks }#{ ;; THE STAGE OF HISTORY | Asks }

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While I'm reminiscing on weird fucked up periods of my life that I've moved on from, I'm gonna broach a topic I've touched on in the past.

I wanna give a big apology to bronies.

The impetus for this happened a couple years ago, when I saw this meme:

And it really put things into perspective.

Because yeah, there was an apocalyptically shitty subset of bronies who would go all in on how uplifted the show made them feel, before posting on forums and twitter and stuff with "redpill" talking points - white supremacy, the most heavy-handed and vile sexism imaginable, real fascist shit. It's a similar case with K-ON - dudes take a sweet, uplifting show and end up associating it with outright neo-nazi shit.

But the other half of the brony fandom, including both cis and transgender women, who had nothing to do with the other half ended up getting heat by association, not because they themselves were allying with bootlicking stormtrooper-wannabes - but because they were cringe. Because in a lot of people's minds, there was enough of an overlap between "neckbeards"/that mid-10's quirky personality type that came with bronies on the internet, and the channers who were being neo-nazis on twitter (the perceived overlap being that both were maladjusted bedroom dwellers who had trouble talking to other people like human beings), that they might as well be the same person.

I just spoke about this in some tags - I was in a very vocal, sex-negative slice of social justice posting on Tumblr for a while as a young adult, and one way the more toxic elements of that community manifested was in labelling bronies as sex pests who were making the internet unsafe for children, citing the brony fandom as another wave of misogyny laying claim to things that were made for girls and aggressively pushing those girls out of online spaces through their aggressive self-proclaimed ownership of it.

While it's true that not every benign, non-channer brony eventually became transfem, this meme still resonates because - and please excuse me if this is too much of a reach, but - this was happening at a time before there was a schism in the social justice/progressive circles that led to a newer fourth wave of feminism and the reactionary TERF movement who weren't on board with the broader points of acceptance it brought with it.

This was when assimilationism and rainbow capitalism were widely spread as a means of furthering queer acceptance in a heteronormative world, kowtowing to some ideal societal expectation of a Decent Person to let a very thin, rigidly defined archetype of the "tolerable gay" into the cultural zeitgeist. We were seeing emerging arguments among a younger generation about how transgender people fit into the queer community, given that you could have straight trans people - ergo, people arguing that transgender people didn't belong under an umbrella that predominantly focuses on sexuality.

Basically, what I'm getting at is that there are aspects of that anti-brony backlash that end up mirroring transphobic rhetoric, intentionally or not - and it might have applied even back then, sure, but it's especially prominent now that we're living in a world where TERF speaking points have been mainstreamed to the point that they have. And I fully believe that in retrospect, a lot of the most heavy-handed anti-brony posting (at least the stuff that wasn't clearly reacting to the more extreme 4chan aspect of the fanbase) was linked to what was essentially proto-TERFism.

There are bronies who found true self-acceptance in this light-hearted cartoon show about pastel-colored ponies living in an idyllic fairy-tale setting, and while some people had the MLP bug come and go with their view of their own gender unshaken, it makes sense that just about anything about this show could resonate with an egg to the point where they realise some fundamental things about their gender that helped them move on and become happier, more productive people in their own skin.

And in hindsight, being in that pre-schism Tumblr-progressive community that was just as likely to shit on bronies for being neo-nazis as they were likely to shit on bronies for being cringe - that was a fucked up environment to be in. Eventually there was a dissonance I noticed between the stated beliefs and goals of the social justice community I saw myself in, and the really sketchy, aggressive way people in that community treated gender non-conforming people, or people with non-vanilla sexual proclivities behind closed doors, or people whose main crime was being socially inept and not very presentable - but until that dissonance manifested, and I took the time to leave all that behind and do the soul-searching that led to me becoming a better person, I was a part of that problem. I was trying to fit in with an environment that told me I was making up for past transgressions by targeting the right people and groups, and times like these - and a lot of times, honestly - I really wasn't. I had a lot of growing up to do.

I can only see a lot of these cracks in hindsight. And I'm sorry for participating the way I did and getting roped into all of that. Whether you were a closeted trans girl whose egg got cracked by My Little Pony, or you were just a megafan in the heyday of the craze who celebrated how fresh and innovative and emotionally resonant it all was - the anti-brony shit got way out of hand, and I think a lot of people owe the broader brony fanbase of the early 2010's a bit of an apology.

Parts of the fanbase were absolutely rancid - but fuck, as much as people love Avatar: The Last Airbender (myself included, that was my first huge fandom moment), there are slices of that fanbase who take things way too far. We don't discredit and drag the entire fanbase through the mud because a few extreme people don't know how to treat other people with basic human dignity. We acknowledge that extreme minority for what they are and we criticize them for that, and we still celebrate the show and communicate with the people who make the broader fan experience worthwhile.

As much as the bad apples were ruining the common perception of the show's unintended demographic back in the day, a lot of people who called themselves bronies and pegasisters and stuff like that should have been left alone to enjoy their favorite show amongst themselves. They weren't out to hurt anyone, and I think the show did a lot of good for a lot of decent people. I feel bad for contributing to a broader backlash against bronies of the time, and I apologise for any role I played in that. I never thought I'd ever reach a point where I would say this, but bronies deserved better than what they got.

#tw: transphobia #long post #messyposting

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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eight years – bts

[warnings: ummm there’s angst oh and it’s bts ot7 x reader so yeah]

summary: in which they fall out of love | ceo!bts | part two

word count: 5,450

masterlist | bts reactions masterlist

It was as if time stopped for the seven men the moment you stepped into the room. All eyes were on you as you cascaded down the grand steps in the middle of the ballroom, unbeknownst to you, your beauty leaving everyone speechless.

You saw the stares and felt the heat rise to your cheeks, not knowing if the attention was good or bad, but regardless it took everything in you not to turn around and go back home.

You hated being the center of attention, but you knew you had to be here to represent your parents and their company. So as you got to the bottom of the steps, you went to look for your table, not letting the crowd of people get the chance to stare at you for too long.

The stained-glass-inspired dress trailed behind you and your black heels clicked against the marble floor as you made your way around the room, looking at the names on the tables.

"Y/N, you look amazing!"

The voice made you internally cringe and close your eyes, preparing yourself for a long night.

Lee Kyong, the only child to Lee Bae and Lee Ae-Cha, owners of Lee Restaurants, Inc., a Korean multi-brand restaurant operator headquartered in Seoul.

Kyong was determined and charming, he insists and doesn't give up which are good qualities to have when you're the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. But these were annoying qualities for a person to have when you weren't interested in them and they sadly just couldn't get the hint.

The only times you'd see each other were at big events like these (galas, grand openings, etc.), being the spokesperson for your parents' companies. It was hard enough already being at the events and having to network, but then having someone follow you around like a lost puppy made it even worse.

But despite being annoyed, you always tried to be polite, not wanting to misrepresent your parents and the company they worked so hard to build.

"Hi, Lee Kyong. How are you?" You plastered on a smile as you turned to face him.

"Much better now. And you, Y/N? Still don't like galas despite being the most beautiful person here?"

"Still not a big fan," You shook your head. "I was just looking for my seat. I should probably find it before the big welcome speech."

"Oh, let me help you," Kyong suggested and started to turn away so he could lead you.

"Oh no, it's alright. Searching will help me... socialize."

Sure, it was a shitty excuse but you were already on edge because of the stares you received and you just wanted some space.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. I'll see you around."

You continued looking for your seat and after a minute or two you started to think you should've let Kyong help you.

As you approached the table, you had a small pout on your lips because there wasn't a familiar face. You would usually sit with the Man and Hak families but found yourself surrounded by seven unfamiliar men.

You shrugged off the disappointment and felt yourself let out a breath of relief to have found your seat.

"Hi, I'm Y/L/N Y/N from Y/L/N Incorporated," You introduced yourself with a bashful smile.

"You're really pretty!"

Your eyes widened at the compliment and you let out a breathy chuckle.

"Thank you," You smiled and faced the man who said it. You almost melted at his cute puppy eyes and shy bunny smile. "You're pretty too."

You should've seen it coming really. The way they could barely even look at you or keep a conversation. You went from sleeping in the same bed to sleeping in separate rooms; them laying in their rooms and you falling asleep by yourself.

When you first started dating the men of Bangtan Enterprises, you couldn't believe you had gotten so lucky. You had never been so showered with attention and care.

You were receiving so many flowers, your house was starting to look like a flower shop. And the arrangements were huge, sometimes taller than you; sometimes you'd have to ask your neighbor for help moving them into the backyard.

On your first date, you received a box of fifty roses, nearly making you faint in surprise.

"Why are you crying, pretty girl?" Namjoon asked and reached up to wipe away your tears.

"I... no one's ever given me flowers before, let alone this many." You sniffled and stared down at the box of roses in awe. "They're so pretty. Thank you."

"Anything for you."

And on your second anniversary, you walked into your backyard to find huge arrangements of tulips spelling out "we love you." "I can't believe you guys did this!" You squealed while jumping up and down and clapping your hands. "I love them so much."

You turned and pulled the closest man in your arms, snuggling your face into his neck.

"We're glad you love them," Jin chuckled and rubbed your back gently.

"They're perfect. You guys are perfect. I-I don't know how I'll ever be able to prove how grateful I am for you guys. I love you all so much." You pulled away from his neck and moved to stand beside him, hiding your face in his chest. "Thank you for loving me."

"You say that like it's a chore," Hoseok shook his head and moved toward you and Jin. He took one of your hands into his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. "Loving you is as easy as breathing. And we'll never stop loving you."

Your heart melted at his words, tears welling up in your eyes out of sheer happiness.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

It all slowed down. They started forgetting dates and started getting busy on days they usually had off. You weren't at the front of their minds anymore and you were hurting. You went from receiving an abundance of love to none at all and it was strange.

In the last year of your relationship, they had forgotten your anniversary and birthday. But you stayed despite your gut telling you it was over.

You convinced yourself they were just so busy with work that they had forgotten. But days passed after your eighth anniversary and they hadn't mentioned it at all, as if this wasn't a big day for eight years straight.

The dinner you made was cold by the time they came in and found you sleeping with your head down on the dining table.

And on your birthday, there were no compliments, no more flowers, gifts, declarations of love.

The gifts and flowers you could live without but them paying no attention to you, tore you to pieces and kept you up all night.

You'd toss and turn in your empty bed as they all laid together and slept peacefully like there was nothing wrong with what they were doing. Like forgetting that there was an eighth person in their relationship was normal.

So, to say you were shocked when they broke up with you was a lie.

It was a Tuesday night, your night to cook dinner, and you had just finished setting the table when they walked into your shared home.

"You guys are home right on time!" You clapped and walked over to greet them.

"Y/N, we should talk," Namjoon spoke with a grave tone, making your heart drop to your stomach.

This was it. The moment you had been trying to prevent for months by picking up all their slack to prove you were still in this relationship.

You'd leave work early to cook dinner because they hadn't cooked in weeks, claiming to be too busy with all their work projects. You'd avoid going on business trips because you wanted to spend time with your lovers while the rest of the office had the week off. Going to their offices and having lunch with them during your lunch break despite your offices being on completely opposite sides of town.

You still cared but all your efforts and silent pleas seemed to be falling onto deaf ears. They were already one foot out the door and the only thing keeping you there was your denial.

"Of course, what about?" You asked, looking at them while playing with your fingers, picking at your hangnails.

There was a long pause, an awkward one, since no one wanted to speak up and finally admit to breaking their promise.

For once, the tears welling up in your eyes because of them weren't happy ones. And because of that, you blinked them back, not wanting to let them see you cry.

"We don't think this is going to work out anymore," Jimin softly spoke, making you gulp.

There was no need to play dumb, you already knew what was happening, but it bought you some time. Even though they were breaking your heart piece by piece, you still wanted to soak in whatever time you had left with them, with the men you never stopped loving.

So you tilted your head slightly to the right and pouted your lips. "What do you mean?"

You knew it would be torture hearing the words out loud but if you finally heard them, you would finally be able to let them go and stop fighting for a dead relationship.

"We don't love you anymore, Y/N. We're not in love with you anymore. We haven't been for a while now," He slowly continued as if he were trying to break it down to a toddler.

You hadn't realized they had started calling you by your first name until now.

Ever since your first date they called you by a unique nickname that they had picked out for you. Seven different names for their special girl were all now replaced with "Y/N."

You can't put your finger on the first time you heard them call you by your name. It might've been weeks ago, maybe months ago, but you never noticed, too caught you in trying to play the perfect housewife.

You slowly nodded and looked down at your fiddling fingers. "Oh... okay. I understand."

There was another awkward pause but you were too caught up in trying not to break down and plead for them to love again to realize it. It took everything in you not to break down and beg that forgiveness despite not doing anything wrong. You were perfect, there was nothing wrong with you except for the fact that you just weren't enough for them anymore.

"We're really so sorry, Y/N. We never meant for it to be like this-"

You cut Yoongi off, not wanting to hear their apologies. You didn't deserve one and they didn't need to give you one. You weren't angry. Hurt? Yes but that wasn't their fault.

"No, it's not your fault. You don't choose who you fall in and out of love with," You shrugged. "And that's okay. No hard feelings, I guess. I'll... I'll be enough for someone else someday." You let out a quiet sigh before looking up at them with a neutral face. No smile, no tears, just numbness. It was as though a switch had flipped. "I'll go grab my things now if that's alright?"

"Y/N, you can stay until you find a new place. There's no rush," Taehyung tried to assure you with soft eyes and a guilt-filled voice.

But you just shook your head and shifted your eyes to the floor. "I've already overstayed my welcome. I don't want to push it anymore than I already have, but thank you."

You turned away from them and went upstairs to the bedroom you had previously resided in. You grabbed your suitcase from the closet and began packing all the things you bought for yourself, electing to leave anything they gave to you behind.

As you grabbed your phone charger from your nightstand you saw the white gold necklace Jimin had given you for your birthday five years ago.

"Oh Chim, this is too pretty," You gasped once you opened the black velvet box. "Is this my birthstone?"

"Yep and the heart is a locket, open it."

The silver heart-shaped locket sat to the right of the stone, just the sight making you smile. You set the box down on the dining table in front of you and gently opened the locket, smiling brightly at the pictures inside.

It was one picture of the eight of you on your first anniversary, split into two so that no one was left out. On the left side was you sitting on Jungkook's lap and Namjoon sitting next to you guys on the right and Jin next to him. And on the right side of the locket was the rest of the picture, Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi, and Taehyung sitting next to each other in that order.

"I love it. Thank you so much. Now I can keep you guys with me at all times," You grinned and leaned over to peck his lips.

"I know you get anxious whenever one of us are away for too long or when you have to go on trips and you can't be with all of us. So this is just a way to make sure we're never apart." Your lip quivered as you looked up at him, ready to burst into tears. "Oh my little cry baby," He chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Everything you guys do is so thoughtful and planned out. No one has ever loved me like this before.”

"Well, you'll never have to worry about living like that again. You'll always be loved by us."

Next to the necklace was a polaroid of you and Yoongi while in the hotel bed during your trip to Boston. In the picture, you could see the necklace sitting on your chest, right where it belonged. Along with the necklace, you took this picture with you everywhere.

"Thank you for coming with me on this trip. It'll be a little boring and I'm sorry I took you away from work, I just really needed one of you guys here," You sighed as you sat down on the hotel bed, kicking your shoes off.

"Don't worry about it. We'd do anything to make you feel comfortable, Bug."

You nodded and gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I know. Thank you."

"Next time, Tae's going with you so I hope you're prepared for that big ball of energy," He chuckled and sat down on the bed beside you.

"I'm always ready to spend time with you all."

"I know you are, Buggy."

You shot off the bed and went to your backpack that sat on the nightstand. "I almost forgot, I brought my polaroid camera so we can capture our first solo trip together!" You went back to the bed and laid down on your back, pulling your boyfriend down with you. "Take a picture with me."

You lifted your arms so the picture would display the both of you. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his giving the camera a toothless yet content smile.

You waited a second before taking the picture, letting Yoongi get ready. Once the picture was taken you opened your eyes and let your arms fall on your stomach.

When the picture was printed out, you took it and shook it so that you could see the picture of you and your lover.

"I hope I look good," You mumbled and waited for the photo to develop.

"You always look good, don't worry," Yoongi assured from beside you, making you smile. "See, perfect."

He was pointing to the picture in your hand and you giggled upon seeing his sweet, gummy smile.

"You're so cute, Yoongs."

"'m just a reflection of you."

You tore your eyes away from the picture and looked at the heels you had just worn a few hours prior.

The pair of shiny, black Louboutins that Taehyung bought you stared back at you, almost mocking you.

You remember how happy you were when Taehyung bought those shoes for you. You had always wanted them but they were always sold out and you were too focused on work to sit around for them to release.

"To what do I owe the pleasure," You teased as Taehyung walked into your office suspiciously, hands behind his back.

"Just here to drop off a little something that I bought you."

"Taehyung. What did I say?"

"Yeah yeah, no gifts but you need to see this one."

You sighed, giving up once he started giving you puppy eyes. "Alright. What is it?"

He smiled and walked over to you before pulling a box from behind his back and placing it on your desk.

"Taehyung... no way..."

"Yes, way. I know you've been wanting them so I got them."

You quickly opened the box and tore away the tissue paper that protected the shoes. "How did you even get these?"

He shook his head, making you frown. "I have my ways, Princess. That's all you need to know. But go ahead and try them on."

You licked and bit your bottom lip in an attempt to keep an excited squeal from spilling out your mouth, but you couldn't help it.

You let out a small squeal and giggled as you kicked your matte white heels off. Taehyung laughed at your reaction and watched as you slid your new heels on your feet.

"They're perfect!" You jumped up from your chair and started walking around your office.

"Are they comfortable?"

"Heck no! But they're Louboutins, everyone knows they're not comfortable."

Taehyung laughed and you finally removed your eyes from your feet and looked up at him. Your smile fell and you covered your face when you noticed he held his phone up, indicating he was recording you.

"Kim Taehyung!"

You remember the group chat cooing at that video for the rest of the week and Jungkook teasing you about being an adult and saying "heck."

As you walked into the walk-in closet, you tried to keep your eyes off the mirror, not wanting to see how disheveled you probably looked.

In the middle of the closet was an island where you guys kept all eight jewelry boxes. Yours was at the very end next to Jungkook's and you immediately spotted the two friendship bracelets you two had made out of boredom one day.

"Aren't they so cute? We went to the art supply store and picked up the beads and string and thought it would be cute," You rambled as you sat in Jungkook's lap, showing the others your bracelets.

"What do they say, Lovey?" He asked, wanting you to tell the boys. He rubbed your side, and looked up at you, his eyes full of interest and love, making you smile.

"Okay, so mine just says 'Bangtan,' but once Kookie and I made his, I didn't want to leave you guys out so I made six more." You stood from Jungkook's lap and reached into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling out the other six bracelets. "They all just have our initials. So Jungkook's says 'JJK' with a heart-shaped bead in the middle and then my initials. Jin's says 'KSJ,' Yoongi's says 'MYG,' and so on and so forth."

You giddily handed each of them their bracelets before going back to sit on Jungkook's lap and nuzzling into his neck.

"You're so thoughtful. Thank you, Sweets," Jin praised and put his bracelet on.

All the other boys praised the bracelets, claiming they'd cherish them forever, making your stomach fill with butterflies. Their kind words only made you shy and you felt heat rush to your cheeks as you pulled yourself closer into Jungkook.

"You should thank Kookie, too. It was his idea to make the bracelets and he bought the stuff even though I said I'd buy it."

The room filled with gratitude toward Jungkook, making you grin and pull away so you could kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, Kookie."

"You're welcome, Lovey."

You made sure you grabbed all the jewelry your parents had gifted you, carefully sorting through the box.

Once you finished with the jewelry, you moved onto your clothes in the dressers.

You each had two dressers to fill up and a clothing rack to hang things that didn't fit in the dresser. The closet was mainly for work clothes or fancy clothes for dates or other important events. And then in each bedroom, you had a dresser just for basic clothes to wear around the house or for running errands.

You had packed a majority of your things in the suitcases you had when you came across plane tickets to Bermuda.

December 24, 2019, was the departure date, six days before Taehyung's birthday.

Namjoon had bought the eight of you tickets to go to Bermuda for Christmas and Taehyung's birthday.

Everyone was so excited to go, but you never got to because Namjoon had suddenly come down with the flu and you refused to leave without him despite his encouragement.

"Joonbug, how are you feeling? I brought you some soup," You cooed as you walked into his room, your hands holding a tray.

"Much better. Thank you for taking care of me," He smiled and sat up, reaching to take the tray out of your hands.

You handed over the tray and gave him a small smile with a nod. "Of course, that's what fiancées are for."

"The best fiancée ever."

"Ugh, you're too sweet," You mumbled and got in the bed next to him, snuggling against his shoulder.

You didn't care if you were going to get sick, you wanted to cherish this time. Namjoon was always a sweetheart, always gentle and thoughtful. But a sick Namjoon was like regular Namjoon times 100. He was always rambling on about how grateful he was and how happy you make him and how much he loves you.

"Stop before you get sick," He chuckled and wiggled his shoulders to get you off.

"If I get sick, you'll take care of me right?"

He nodded and looked down at you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll always take care of you."

That was two years ago, one year before all the wedding planning stopped. You should've noticed it then, how whenever you brought up the wedding everyone seemed uninterested. No one cared about the wedding anymore except for you and it was a devastating feeling. The scrapbook and planner that you used to pick up every day was somewhere in their home office, collecting dust.

You took a glance around the closet to make sure you weren't forgetting anything. Your eyes stopped at the mirror, no matter how hard to tried to fight it.

You were drained and you looked drained. Your eyes were surrounded by dark circles and your eyelids hung low as if you could fall asleep any minute. Your skin looked dry and like you didn't bother to take care of it, despite your consistent skincare routine. The only thing you could blame was the misery you felt deep inside.

As you turned to walk away, you remembered the last time you were in here with one of the boys.

You and Jin were getting ready for a brunch date when the feeling of insecurity suddenly struck.

Jin frowned as he watched you stare into the mirror with a look of discontent on your face.

"What's wrong, Sweets?" He asked as he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, head resting on your right shoulder.

"Nothing, I just don't like this dress anymore," You shrugged and walked away from the mirror to pick out another dress.

"What? Why? You look stunning!"

"Well, I don't feel that way..."

"There are six other people downstairs that would agree with me."

You sighed and continued looking through your dresses. "It's nice to know that you guys think I look nice, I value your opinions. But, I want to think I look pretty. I want to impress myself, not just you guys."

He was silent for a minute before nodding and walking over to you, taking your hand. "I completely understand what you're saying. Sometimes it's not about the opinion of others but rather how you view yourself. But come look at yourself." He brought you over to the mirror and stood behind you. "You are the most beautiful person in the world, inside and out. You truly make my world go round. And I know you don't feel that way right now, but I hope you feel it soon and every day for the rest of your life."

"I love you so much, Jinnie," You sighed and leaned back into him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder as he rocked your body back and forth along with his.

"I love you too, Sweets." You sharply turned from the mirror, not wanting to see yourself so drained. It kind of disgusted you to see how drained you let yourself get over seven men that could care less about you.

As you stepped out of the closet, dragging your suitcase behind you, you glanced down the hall to your previous room. You left the door open when you went to the closet, not feeling the need to shut it.

But as you stood down the hall, next to the staircase, you couldn't help but stare at the bed. The king-sized bed that used to hold you and your boys, was now empty. You made sure the bed was made, crisp, and clean like no one had even lived in it. The only proof that you were there was the small gifts you had left behind. The feelings you were trying to push away, rushed back, making your frown deepen and also making you wish that you had just shut the door.

You looked down the staircase, and though you couldn't see them, you couldn't help but frown. The house that had been silent for months, was full of chatter and quiet laughter as if you weren't there anymore. Before you went down the stairs, you made sure to force your frown away, not wanting them to see how disappointed and disheartened you were.

You took a deep breath and started down the stairs, suitcase in hand. The conversation between the seven men ceased once they heard your heels click on the first step and as you got closer, you could see their eyes on you, watching your every move.

"Let me help you-"

"No, I'm okay, I don't need your help," You shook your head, cutting Hoseok off. You wanted this to be over quickly, not wanting to forget anything so that you wouldn't have to see them ever again. "I've left all the things you guys have gotten me, so don't worry about me taking anything."

"You could've kept that stuff, they're gifts," Jimin spoke, frowning at your words.

"No need."

Your keychain sat at the top of your purse and you quickly pulled it out and stripped it of the house key and the key for the car Hoseok bought you. You placed both keys on the coffee table that separated you from them.

"Hoseok, remember you have the spare key to your car," You spoke calmly and pulled your purse close to your chest for some form of comfort.

"Y/N, the car is yours, it's in your name," He shook his head and took the car key off the table so he could hand it back to you.

As he reached his hand toward you, you took a step back, quickly glancing at his hand then back to his face.

"I don't think I like being blindfolded..." You mumbled.

Hoseok's hand was warm and steady against your shaky ones as he dragged you outside.

"Oh, it's not too bad. And I'm right here so you have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, I know," You nodded and squeezed his hand.

"And you also know how much I hate your car."

"Hoseok, don't talk bad about Linda..." You playfully warned. He held your body upright as you stumbled due to him suddenly stopping. "Warn me next time, you know I'm not as coordinated as you."

He chuckled and moved to stand behind you so he could untie the blindfold. "Sorry."

"Did you get Linda washed or something? Why did you bring up my baby?"

"Because your 'baby,' is ancient-"

"She's not."

"And she barely runs. It worries all of us when you're driving that car. We don't want your car breaking down in the middle of the highway or the wrong neighborhood. The boys suggested it, but I'm the only one that went through with it."

"What are you talking about?" You sighed, confused by his rambling. He removed the blindfold instead of verbally answering you and you gasped at the sight in front of you. Where your silver 2008 Hyundai Tiburon, Linda, sat was a black 2021 Mercedes-Benz G-Class. "No fucking way, Hobi. Why... why did you- where's Linda?"

"Linda has passed on," He sighed dramatically and shook his head in feigned misery. "I know you have this weird connection to that car, but it was too dangerous for you to keep."

"It's not a weird connection. That was my first car. You know my parents made me work for everything I have, despite their success. I bought that car with my own, hard-earned money. That was my baby..."

Hoseok frowned as he moved to stand in front of you, taking your hands in his. "I understand, Doll, but you also need to realize your safety is more important than nostalgia."

You looked around him to see the car he bought you, taking in his words and concerns. "She's no Linda, but she is nice," You nodded.

"That's the spirit!"

You let your frown turn into a smile as you pulled Hoseok into your arms. "Thank you for caring about me."

"Always, Doll," He swore into your hair, his arms wrapped tightly around you. "So, what're you gonna name her?"

"Dolly!"

He pulled away and held you at an arm's length. "Like my name for you?"

"No! Like Dolly Parton."

You bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do.

You didn't want anything they gave you, it would just be a reminder of what you had and subsequently lost. You couldn't carry that burden every day. But you also didn't want to have any contact with them if you were to sign the title over to Hoseok.

"I'll sign the title over to you. My lawyer should be in contact with yours by the end of the week."

"Y/N-"

"I don't want any parts of you. Just keep the car, please." Your plea was quiet and shaky, not coming off as strong as you wanted to.

There was a long pause; they didn't know how to respond to your request. They didn't know how to respond to being rejected by you for the first time.

"How are you getting to wherever you're going?"

"My parents sent their driver. Any more questions?" You quipped and gave them a tight smile. After a moment of silence, you nodded and walked to the front door.

As you reached up to open the door, you spotted the ring on your left hand making your eyes go wide. Quickly your eyes filled with tears, but as soon as they came, they went away. You were still on a mission to keep a brave face.

You slid the huge diamond ring off your finger, not sure how you could forget it was there, and there was a sudden emptiness that wasn't there before. You knew once you gave the ring back, it was over and they knew that too.

As you walked back toward them, your eyes on the ring in your hand, you missed the looks of guilt and hesitation from each of them.

You sniffled as your set the ring next to the house key and watched your shaking hand go back to your side. "Can't forget that."

You walked back to the door, quickly opening it and getting ready to step out.

"Y/N-"

You were already out the door with your suitcase, there was nothing left to talk about. You were upstairs packing your suitcase and they were sitting around in the living room, no worries for you at all. They had time to speak to you.

Before whoever could continue, you cut them off, "don't forget dinner's on the table."

And shut the door behind you, not daring to look back.

[AN: my first ot7 fic, I hope you all enjoyed. if you want to join my taglist, here’s the link to the info page]

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Stray Kids Reaction | Uses Your Insecurities Against You [Request]

`A/N: The anon is right by the way you’re all beautiful in every way possible, including the anon that requested this. I love you all! Stunning, beautiful peopl all of you! ~ M

CHAN: Insecurity: Clingy

Chan rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stared at the screen in front of him trying to grab some ideas from the air, he had been suffering with writer's block and it was starting to get to him. Normally if he was suffering with it he would call you over, you were his constant muse but this week he wanted nothing more than to be left alone. He was stressed from being put under pressure from his managers to finished a certain amount of songs, as well as making sure he and the rest of the boys were staying on top of their practice. Everything was just piling up on top of him and he didn't need you around to add to the pile, as much as he loved you being there he just needed some peace and quiet which he soon realised wasn't going to happen,

"Jisung told me you were feeling shitty so I bought your favourite snacks," Your voice that was normally heavenly to Chan only made him cringe as he realised you were here.

"Hey babe, do you mind coming back later? I really need to get this done," He turned around on his chair to face you, trying to get you to leave quickly before things went south but you stood your ground, placing the small basket of food down onto the coffee table.

"I also got your favourite hot drink, I figured you could use a pick me up." You began explaining everything that was in the basket but it only annoyed him more as you listed everything, ignoring his request for you to leave.

"We can sit on the sofa and eat while you relax for a while-"

"Fuck! Have you always been this clingy or is it just as of late?" Your heart sunk as you stared at Chan who was red in the face, it was now that you took in his dishevelled appearance it looked like he'd slept less than usual and he was clearly beating himself up over something so you let the comment pass.

"I was just- I wanted to make sure you were okay," Your voice cracked as you tried to get over the comment, moving closer to Chan who simply rolled away from you on the chair and shook his head at you.

"I want you to leave. You're so fucking clingy! I can't do anything without you being right there on top of me, it's exhausting having a partner who doesn't know what space is!" He was yelling loudly enough that the staff outside his studio had stopped speaking to hear what was happening in the office but you felt like you shrunk in size as he yelled at you so without another word you left him there. Chan knew how insecure you were about being considered clingy, your exes had all said the same thing to you so when you began dating Chan you told him about it, not wanting to have the same problem. You never thought, in a million years, that he of all people would use it against you.

(X)

Later that night there was a knock on your apartment door, thinking it was just the food you'd ordered for yourself you got up to answer it to see Chan standing there holding the basket of food with a giant smile on his face.

"What do you want?" You asked plainly as you stared behind him, hoping your pizza would arrive so you could take it and shut the door.

"To tell you how sorry I am," You scoffed rolling your eyes at him,

"You know exactly how insecure about that I am and you still-" You began sobbing as you thought back on what he said, all he did was wrap his arms around you tightly. Pulling you into a hug, his hugs were the answers to all of your problems, no matter what you were going through as long as he hugged you everything else seemed to be insignificant to you.

"You know how insecure I am about that," You managed to say through sniffles as he kissed the top of your head, rubbing your lower back as he repeated how sorry he was to you.

"Things with work have been stressful...I just- You weren't listening and I needed you out of there." He knew it was never going to make up for what he had unintentionally said to you but he was going, to be honest with you from the start and tell you what happened.

"I'll make it up to you if you let me." He whispered as he continued to hold you in his arms, kissing your cheeks as you nodded.

"Start by paying for my pizza," You sniffled, wiping your eyes when you saw the delivery man walking over in your direction,

"Anything for you," Chan whispered, handing you the basket so he could get out the cash.

MINHO: Insecurity: Not having Friends (One of my many insecurities lol)

As soon as Minho heard your voice from the hall he rolled his head against the floor of the dance studio,

"I thought it was just us today," Hyunjin said to Minho, confused as to why you were in the building when it was supposed to be a private practice between him and the boys this afternoon.

"It is," Minho grumbled as he glanced over at the glass panel on the door, you were stood talking with Nayeon so he wrecked his brain at some kind of excuse to get you to leave without being so mean about it. The boys were all stressed out, Kingdom was getting harder with every week so they were having to step up their game, every second of practice alone was important to them. With you there, they weren't able to get anything done.

"Hey Babe, guys! I got you all some lunch and I figured we could hang out this afternoon?" You glanced over all of their faces and the boys turned to look at Minho for help, none of them wanted to be the ones to send you home but it needed to be done. It was probably best it came from your boyfriend rather than the boys who were just friends of yours,

"Don't you have plans with any of your friends?" Seungmin tried to come across as friendly, hoping you would somehow get the hint that they wanted you to leave but Minho laughed loudly at the comment.

"Y/n doesn't have friends, that's why they're always clinging onto us," The room seemed to fall into silence, all that could be heard was the air-conditioner and your rapid breathing as Minho used your number one insecurity against you in front of everybody knowing full well that it hurt you more than anything else he could have said to you.

"Y/n!" Minho yelled out as you backed out of the room without another word to him, the other boys looking shocked at him as he called you to come back to him.

"Give them some space...Y/n will just want some time to cool off," Chan said as he placed his hand on Minho's arm wanting him to calm down before he spoke to you but Minho couldn't concentrate on anything else but the look on your face as he said that to you.

(X)

Minho stared at you from across your apartment as you waited for him to say something, he'd let himself in with his key but you weren't speaking. He'd been sitting on the sofa for an hour without either of you talking, he was just as stubborn as you were about things but he knew he was in the wrong this time.

"Why did you say it?" That was all you wanted to know, why he'd felt the need to use one of the biggest things you were insecure about in front of everyone, laughing about it as if it was something funny when it wasn't.

"I just- I need you out of there, I've been stressed and I know that will never be a suitable excuse but I was." You rolled your eyes at him, sitting down on the opposite sofa to him as you listened to what he was saying,

"You could have told me, I would have left...I know how much stress you're all under for Kingdom," You whispered as you looked down at your hands, wondering if he really found it funny that you didn't have many of your own friends, you were new to Korea it wasn't as if you weren't trying.

"What I said was out of order, nothing I can do or say will make up for it but I'm hoping you'll let me try...I never meant it, you know that." You knew deep down he hadn't meant it but you didn't want to forgive him so easily and seem so weak,

"Fine but...I want to be alone tonight, I just want some space." You whispered as you glanced up at him, he nodded and walked over to you giving you a kiss on your forehead.

"Call me when you're ready to speak, I'm sorry." He whispered before you kissed him again, letting him go out of the door.

CHANGBIN: Insecurity: School/College work

it out on one When Changbin walked into the dorms that night and heard you laughing loudly with the guys he frowned, you were supposed to be at home studying for your exams that were coming up not here with his friends.

"Y/n? I thought you had an exam tomorrow." He said plainly as he walked into the room, you stopped laughing as you glanced over at him and nodded your head.

"I do, I was just coming over for a break and I ran into Jisung," You looked over at Jisung who was still red in the face from laughing, Changbin grew with jealously as he watched the two of you giggling while trying not to laugh.

"This is why you keep failing the exams," He mumbled not thinking you could hear him as he walked into the kitchen but you heard him and your face fell,

"What?" Your voice cracked as you waited for him to repeat what he had just said to you, nothing but the sound of the tap dripping could be heard.

"Nothing." He grumbled, Jisung attempted to slowly leave the room without being noticed but you took his wrist in your hand,

"What did he say Jisung?" Changbin stared at the younger member with a look that said he would kill him if he said anything.

"I wasn't listening," It was clearly a lie but you let him go before grabbing your stuff,

"That's great, you know. You confide in your boyfriend that one of your insecurities is that you failed an exam and he uses it against you," You said snarkily as you began heading towards the door of the dorms, wanting nothing more than to go home and be left alone but Changbin followed you out.

"I didn't mean it, I was just-"

"You were just what?! Stressed? So, what? You thought. 'I know let me just take it out on my partner, who's already having a rough enough time without their boyfriend being rude about it'" You yelled before leaving the dorms, making sure to slam the door so he knew you didn't want him to follow you back home.

(X)

A week had passed since your little yelling match with Changbin, he'd been doing everything he could to say sorry, sending flowers, chocolates and teddies to your apartment to try and make up for everything he had done. Then there were the calls, voicemails and texts telling you how sorry he was for what he had said to you, that he hadn't meant it. You finally gave up on ignoring him when you realised you were both just stressed and it didn't mean you had to take it out on one another.

"I'm sorry," You said in unison as you opened the door to your apartment to see him standing there with a bunch of flowers in his hands,

"No, I'm sorry." You said in unison again before laughing with one another, Changbin put the flowers down on your kitchen side before bringing you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

"I promise that it won't happen again, I've been stressed at work and that's one of the worst excuses in the world but I'm really sorry-" He was cut off when you kissed him softly, telling him that it was fine, you'd been stressed out as well and you shouldn't have ignored him for as long as you had done.

"How did your exam go?" He whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug,

"I passed." You laughed softly, kissing his chest as he told you his plans for congratulating you.

HYUNJIN: Insecurity: Not Being Good enough for him

You ran your hands down the outfit you were wearing for the award show the boys had invited you to go along with them to and you sighed, you looked great but you thought back on what everyone else was going to be wearing. All of those people around Hyunjin who were going to gain his attention within seconds,

"You ready to go? Whoa," He whispered as he walked into your shared room to find you in the most stunning outfit he'd ever seen you in, he walked over and kissed you softly.

"Looking good babe," He complimented but your heart dropped, "good" wasn't what you wanted, you wanted to look great. So great that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you all night,

"I need to change, it's not right." You mumbled, heading into the wardrobe to try and find something that would meet your standards that you had set in your head.

"You don't have to, you look good." You ignored him as you pulled out different options up to your body trying to find the best one,

"I don't want to look good, I want to look great." You whispered not thinking he could hear you but he watched you from the door shaking his head,

"You always look great, it doesn't matter what you wear," You looked over at him and shook your head this time,

"But they're going to be people, that will look better...You will look at them and want to be with them instead." He rolled his eyes at you, leaving the wardrobe to go and wait for you outside not wanting to listen to this over and over again.

"You always think that I'm going to leave you for someone else, why? You're all I want." He was getting tired of telling you this and you never believe him, it was like a broken record.

"Maybe I should spend my time looking for someone who would be good for me, someone who wouldn't spend so much time getting ready," He snapped not meaning it, he was stressed from work and the award show but you came out of the wardrobe in sweats.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm not going. Spend the night finding someone that can be good enough for you," You remarked before looking yourself in the en-suite, ignoring him as he banged on the door for you to come out.

(X)

Hyunjin walked into the room later that night to find you curled up in bed with his shirt on, he crawled in behind you and kissed your shoulder softly.

"You know I didn't mean it right, you're perfect for me...Sometimes you're too good for me." He whispered as you pretended to be asleep,

"I know you're not asleep because you're not doing that little snorting thing you do when you're sleeping," You began making the snorting noise as he laughed softly, kissing your cheeks and turning you around to face him,

"There is no one in the world I want, I only want you for the rest of my life," He admitted as he kissed your lips over and over again, telling you he was going to remind you every day how good you were until you began to believe and listen to him.

JISUNG: Insecurity: Don’t earn as much as him

It was no secret that you didn't earn as much as your boyfriend Jisung did but that was because he was famous and you just happened to serve in a restaurant and work in a bookstore in the week.

"We're all going to split the bill," Jisung announced as he looked at the waiter who had asked had you and the boys wanted to pay for your meal that night, you looked at the receipt nervously thinking about how you were going to pay for it. 53000 won wasn't exactly the cheapest meal in the world, you figured you would all pay for the food you had ordered for yourselves which was why you'd gone for the cheapest items on the menu.

"Well, Changbin is the birthday boy, we shouldn't make him pay. Let's split between the eight of us," Felix said as he bought out his wallet, you began to grow with anxiety as you realised you weren't going to have enough to cover it.

"Here, mine and Y/n's half," You stared at the wad of cash that he placed down and then up at him as he smiled at you, kissing your lips.

"I got you, baby, I know you don't have a lot so I figured this was my treat." Your mouth fell open as he said that in front of everyone and the boys awkwardly looked away from you, doing anything they could to not pay attention to you.

"I can pay for my own meals," You whispered not wanting to make a scene in such a fancy place but Jisung didn't see a problem with him putting money down for the two of you.

"I know you don't earn as much as me, it's no big deal it's just money." A hiss sounded from Changbin as he realised Jisung was saying the wrong thing right now so all you did was get up,

"Well, this person who doesn't earn as much as you is leaving to catch a cab. Don't worry Jisung, I can afford it." You snapped, moving out of the restaurant leaving Jisung shocked as he watched after you, not seeing the problem in him offering to pay for your food.

"Dude...Bringing up that they earn less than you? Harsh," Changbin whispered as he patted Jisung on the back before getting up to leave.

(X)

Watching him from across the room you waited for Jisung to say something, he'd come to your apartment begging you to let him inside so you did.

"What is it? Come to mock me some more for my jobs?" He sighed as he stepped closer to you, only for you to back up against the wall not wanting him to touch you right now.

"You know I never meant it like that, I just...I thought I was doing a good thing." You shook your head as you rubbed your arms,

"Doing a good thing would be if you didn't announce to everyone on our table that I make less than you," You mumbled as you thought back on the boys all staring at you, it felt as if you'd shrunk in size with the way they all stared at you.

"Babe please, I didn't mean to I thought I was doing a nice thing." You shook your head rubbing your temples as the headache you'd gotten increased,

"Whatever Jisung, just...lock the door on your way out," You turned away from him only for him to take you by the hand and pull you close.

"You know I would never do something that spiteful to you on purpose, I was stressed, it slipped out, I didn't mean to use it against you." You could tell by the look in his eyes how sorry he was and the thought of curling up beside him to fall asleep was too good to resist right now so you gently kissed his lips.

"Next time we eat, I'm paying." You mumbled, dragging him into the bedroom to get some well-earnt sleep.

FELIX: Insecurity: Emotionless/Cold hearted

According to everyone around you, you were that cold and heartless person that everyone tended to steer away from which was why it was so hard for you to believe someone like Felix, who was the living embodiment of sunshine, would want to date someone like you.

"All I'm saying is, you could have been a little bit nicer." He mumbled as you stood in the dorms, Jisung had been crying about a fight he'd had with Chan earlier that day and you told him to grow up about it.

"All I said was that he needed to grow up," You were confused as to why he was so angry over something so small, Jisung hadn't seemed that upset over it and it was him you were talking to.

"You're so fucking emotionless! He was crying Y/n and you told him to grow up!" You felt your body slump as the words left his mouth, you could take that from everyone around you but not him, not Felix. Felix was the one that made all of your insecurities melt away, the one you felt happy with but now he'd just thrown that back in your face and it looked as though he hadn't even noticed.

"How do you do it? How do you get away with being so cold to everyone around you, he was clearly hurt and needed our help and you fucking made it worse." You looked over at the dorm bathrooms wondering if you could make a run for it while he was ranting with his back to you so you did. Shutting the door as you slid down it, crying into your knees as you remembered the way Felix looked at you as if you were a monster. It wasn't that you were emotionless or cold to everyone, there were just some feelings you didn't understand.

"Y/n! I'm sorry!" He banged on the door as soon as he realised where you were, trying to get you to come out as he heard you sniffling from the other side of it.

"Please, I didn't mean any of it Y/n, you know that." You continued to cry into your knees, wanting nothing more than for him to leave and go into his room so you could sneak out and go home but he sat there on the other side of the door and waited.

(X)

You finally emerged an hour later when Chan knocked on the door telling you he needed to use the bathroom, Felix was waiting for you with open arms but you attempted to move away from him, failing as he hugged you from behind.

"I'm sorry, I was just stressed and overwhelmed with work, I shouldn't have taken it out on you," He whispered as he kissed your shoulder, watching you as you kept your eyes forward on Jisung who was talking to Chan about that day.

"You were right though, he did need to grow up...I shouldn't have said what I said to you and I am really sorry Y/n." You knew that no matter what Felix was going to keep saying sorry until you forgave him,

"You're right there, I am-" He kissed your lips softly before you could tell him you agreed with yourself being emotionless,

"I don't want to hear that, it's not true...Remember when I broke my ankle and you were there taking care of me," You nodded and he continued to list off everything you had done for him, the boys and all of your friends when they were sick or injured.

"I don't want to hear that again," He kissed your nose and you nodded before kissing him softly to stop him from saying sorry again.

SEUNGMIN: Insecurity: Not successful like other people your age

Your eyes glanced over the wedding invitation sitting on your coffee table, yet another one of your friends were getting married and you were happy for them. You would always be happy for someone who was doing well in their life but everyone you knew seemed to be getting married, having babies, getting their dream carers all the while you seemed to be stuck in the same place moving nowhere in your life.

"Why the long face?" Seungmin asked as he brought over your plate of food, the two of you were having your date night at your place tonight since the boys were all at the dorms and you wanted some alone time together.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering what to get my friend for her wedding," You said as you nodded over at the invitation, Seungmin nodded along with you and without thinking about it first,

"Doesn't it make you feel bad that they're all so successful and you're just still in your small apartment," He didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, he'd been so stressed all week over something he needed to ask you that it came out a little too harsh. You dropped the fork onto your plate as you looked at him, wondering if he was joking or if he was serious but he looked at you confused.

"What?"

"Well, I mean, they're all married, starting families, having these large homes and you're still in this crummy apartment." You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, especially from Seungmin of all people, your boyfriend. The person that was supposed to be supportive and loving to you no matter what, it felt as though he was turning your back on you.

"Crummy?" Your voice broke as he continued to eat, watching the TV as though he didn't notice what he had said was hurting you so badly, you got up without another word, placed your plate down and rushed to the bathroom.

(X)

When you didn't come out after an hour Seungmin was beginning to worry, he knocked on the door when he heard sniffling coming from inside.

"Babe? Everything okay?" You wiped your eyes as you hummed in response, reaching to the toilet to flush it before lying to him, claiming you were sick and he needed to go before he caught it.

"You were fine earlier," He mumbled confused as to where this sudden sickness had come from, he opened the door to find you leaning against the bathtub wiping your eyes.

"Babe! What's wrong?" You scoffed at him, moving away as he tried to reach out and comfort you,

"What's wrong?! Me and my crummy apartment!" You yelled as you moved away from him and went into the living room,

"Baby, I didn't-"

"Didn't mean it? Because clearly, you did! Do you find it funny?" He reached out for you but you stepped away once again not wanting him to be near you right now,

"Let's just laugh at Y/n and the fact that they still live in a 'crummy' apartment, not married, not having kids and alone!" He realized as soon as you began crying again that his words had hurt you unintentionally, he hadn't meant it the way they'd come out.

"I didn't mean it like that, I've been stressed this week trying to-"

"So you took it out on me? When have we ever done that?" He shook his head, finally gabbing your hands as he made you look up at him,

"I've been stressing myself out trying to ask you to move in with me, I-I found a house we could live in and I- I didn't know how to ask you and I thought that dropping hints would be a good way." You stared at him with your brows pressed together,

"You thought telling me my apartment was crummy...was a hint?" He laughed awkwardly as he realised how stupid it seemed but you started laughing softly along with him somehow seeing the funny side of it as you shook your head.

"Kim Seungmin, you are the most strangest, perfect boyfriend in the world." You whispered kissing him softly,

"Yes, I'll move in with you."

JEONGIN: Insecurity: Worried He doesn’t Love you

"You were flirting with her," You scoffed as you stood in one of the empty conference rooms that were in the JYP building, Jeongin rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration listening to what you were claiming he was doing.

"I was talking to her, she's like a younger sister to me." He explained you'd walked into the building to find him standing extremely close to Lia from itzy and it sent jealousy running through your veins. It wasn't as if you didn't trust Jeongin, you just found it incredibly difficult to see him with someone like Lia and not be attracted to her,

"You're just always too jealous to see what's in front of you! Why would I flirt with her when I'm with you?" You stared at him as he called you jealous, you looked down at your hands and not knowing what to say to him.

"You're always so worried that I don't love you! Do you know how tiring it is to have to remind you all the time?" You felt a pang in your heart as he yelled at you, people turning to look through the glass door as they heard the youngest member yelling.

"Well if it's so tiring why do you keep doing it?!" You yelled back only for him to shake his head and shrug his shoulders,

"I don't know," Your heart, felt as though it had fallen onto the floor and crashed into a million tiny pieces right in front of him and it was as though he didn't care to notice.

"You don't know? So...Why don't we just break up?" Your voice was quieter, hoping he would realise you were upset about this and that he would tell you he didn't mean it but he nodded his head,

"Fine." Your breath caught in your throat as he stormed out of the room leaving you alone to try and gather up everything that had just happened in the room while he seemed to go off as though nothing had happened.

(X)

When Jeongin walked into the dorms later that night the last thing he expected to find was you packing everything up into a bag with tears gushing down your cheeks.

"Sorry, I thought I would be done before you got back," You sniffled, wiping your eyes and side-stepping out of the room telling him you would come back for the rest of your stuff when he wasn't at home.

"What are you talking about? Why are you taking your stuff?" You ignored him as you struggled to take the key to the dorms off your keys, dropping them all onto the floor and crying as you saw him bending down for them.

"We broke up. Remember? You didn't want the hassle of telling me you loved me so we broke up," You couldn't bring yourself to look at him but he tilted your head up to look at him and shook his head,

"I was just mad, I didn't mean it Y/n...I would never break up with you over that, I've just been stressed and then the whole jealousy thing came out and I just...I'm really sorry," He whispered leaning forward to kiss your lips softly, repeating over and over how much he loved you in every way possible, kissing you all over your face as he pulled you back into his dorm room so you could unpack your bag.

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anti-katsuki-lounge · 2 years

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Another Submission From a Lovely Fan/Lurker. Thank you so much 😊

The submission:

“Hi! I have just read the antibakugo tag and it quickly got my attention.

First of all, I am really thankful that i have just found the perfect place to rant about bakugo because of his poor attitude and actions. When i have first watched bnha, I have this big hatred for bakugo and mineta and I have found the both of them really annoying to be honest.

I honestly just cant understand that he has the perfect/clean record in middle school, when it clearly showed that he disrespects and hurts people, uses his quirk illegally and many other things....and he just got away with it just because he has this amazing quirk.

Not to mention, I really want to point out that when the Bakugo family was first introduced, I cant help but notice that the parents also contibutes to his attitude and is clearly shown that they have this bad parenting skills..I mean instead of putting katsuki in his place and teaching and making him understand good morals. He was coddled and spoiled.

there were many years that was wasted because they did not take action in reprimanding him because of his behavior.

I honestly really think that he is a BADLY WRITTEN CHARACTER including his family.

when pandemic came, i was really bored and tried to read bakugo fanfics. and i admit that the fanfics are well written, since i actually came to love bakugo. they really try their best to justify his actions . i sometimes cringe about the different ways they try to justify him but i just cant accept and forgive his actions towards izuku.

and when i watched the anime and read the manga again the hatred just came back. and i realized that canon bakugo is really shitty but the fanon bakugo is amazing because they gave him a much better personality which makes him tolerable.

and analyzing everything from canon perspective everything is just poorly written. this bakugo katsuki character has so much potential in having a change and a character development, its much like chloe in mlb.”

My Response:

Hi and welcome to my blog 😊. First off, I agree that him having a clean record is crazy. Honestly I believe that the teachers ignored all his bad doings because he was powerful/talented and he was “going to put them on the map.” It’s the only reason I can see him having a clean record. It’s very shitty of the school to do though and they should get punished for it, but we both know they won’t cause of how Hori coddles Katsuki.

I also agree with you that his parents definitely should’ve disciplined him better. Mitsuki outright admits to spoiling him, so yeah, they definitely failed as parents there, but that’s not to say they have even a large share of Katsuki being a terrible human being. That’s all on him. He chose to torture a quirkless boy for ten+ years. No one forced him to.

I also agree with you about the state of MHA Fanfics. One thing I remember hearing is that the best way to enjoy MHA is through fanfics, something I 100% agree with. Some fanfics do a fantastic job at making Katsuki a 3D character and give him a solid redemption story, something Hori hasn’t been able to do in his work. However, there are a lot of fanfics that do the opposite; making excuses for his behavior (that aren’t canon), drag down other characters to make him look good, etc. Fanfics are a mixed bag in characterizing Katsuki but the ones that are able to write a Katsuki that feels like an actual character rather than his 2D canon self deserve praise for doing so.

Finally, I also agree that Katuski could’ve been at least a decent character if he was handled correctly. Despite what the Stans think, most of us antis don’t want murder/torture porn of the character. We just want him to face consequences for his actions and show notable change. For me, there are two ways Hori could’ve easily done this:

1. Have him be indirectly responsible for the death of a civilian while interning with Best Jeanist and start his development there for he learns that his actions have consequences. Best Jeanist covers up the incident cause he thinks Katsuki has potential but he does call the boy out for his recklessness. He struggles mentally with this and works on himself, but the LoV reveal his actions to the public, causing Katsuki to have to face this issue head on. This idea would also involve removing his murder attempt, his pitiful behavior during the final exam, Kacchan vs Deku 2 (replace it with a heartfelt speech Izuku makes to Katsuki calling him out but also saying he’s changing), and several of his other shitty moments.

2. Have him join the HPSC after getting rejected from U.A for not scoring hero points. Here Katsuki learns what it’s like taking lives and begins to realize that his original selfish goal was an empty one. He feels empty until he saves someone during one of his missions, which causes him to feel proud of what he did. He learns that winning without saving is empty, meaningless, and just makes you a murderer. Saving however is what truly makes a hero.

These could’ve been interesting ways to write Katsuki, but what does Hori do? Insert Katsuki into places he doesn’t belong, coddle the shit out of him to the point where he faces no consequences and everyone loves him (and all those who don’t are painted in a bad light), gives him plot armor worse than everyone else’s combined, and TELLS us Katsuki’s growing rather than SHOWING us. Katsuki could’ve been a decent character but Hori failed at making him one.

#submission #anti bkdk #anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakudeku #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #mha critical

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oliviayamaoka · 3 years

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The Distraction Continuation (Ghostface / Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Reader)

As requested, this is a continuation of the Distraction fic I made. Check out the first fic if you haven’t already. Enjoy! :)

You sighed deeply as you crossed your arms, shutting your eyes in slight annoyance at what was to come. Another trial. You hadn’t been in one for a while but your break was rather short-lived. There were three others that stood by your side. Ace Visconti, David King, and Yui Kimura. You respected them and actually enjoyed their company. Ace was funny, David taught you a couple of things, and Yui was always nice to you, encouraging you.

“Where do you think we’ll go this time?” Yui asked you, nudging your elbow with her own. You instantly lit up. Human interaction was comforting.

“Haven’t been to Hawkins or Glenvale in a bit.” Y/N replied with a slight shrug.

“My bet is the asylum.” Ace interrupted, pointing finger guns with that stupid smirk of his. Yui rolled her eyes, she didn’t seem to like Ace very much. Not since he flirted with her one time, even if it was jokingly.

“We might actually be there if Ace himself says so.” David said as the familiar gust of air surrounded the four of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, getting chills from the cold fog and air. The smell of fire and spring overcame you. Y/N opened their eyes, realizing that Ace’s bet was right. As always. A small laugh escaped your lips, a feeling of enjoyment before all hell could break loose again.

Your gaze averted to the familiar structure of the Crotus Prenn Asylum. A sound played in your head, the screech of the Nurse. You were always curious about her but never got the chance to even talk to her unlike... no, it was one time. You weren’t gonna go around and try talk to killers like you did with him.

You put your palm to your forehead, cringing at the memory. Not in a bad way but maybe you could’ve done something differently. No, not really. Jed was a psychopath, a murderer. He was charming in a fucked up sort of way. You sighed as you walked towards a generator behind the grey brick walls.

There wasn’t any indication that it was the Pig or Freddy, thankfully. You began to work on the generator. Your thoughts turned to the fear of being hooked, stabbed, and hurt. You shuddered at the thought of it, the feeling of the hook would probably never leave you. Death was forever here, unfortunately. Elodie and Felix’s conversation had given you hope, maybe there was a way out of here.

“Shit.” You mumble as you shielded your eyes from the small explosion.

Y/N huffed. You felt slightly disappointed in yourself and began again. Your head perked up as you heard stomping. It wasn’t loud enough to be the Oni or Trapper.

You kept a head on the generator as you noticed a dark figure stomping towards you. You needed a moment to process the situation. It was Ghostface? Oh shit, it was him, you thought. Flashbacks of your last encounter played in your head, he was definitely pissed off and you couldn’t blame it at this point.

“Don’t fucking try it.” He muttered in reference to you breaking into a sprint.

You felt panic wash over you as you quickly observed your surroundings. There weren’t any nearby pallets or vaults, it was a random open area near a hill with a chest and hook. Perfect, just perfect. Ghostface was quicker than usual, he grabbed you by the waist aggressively to tackle you down.

Ghostface held a knife to the back of your head once you hit the ground. You grunted as he put down all his weight onto you and assured that you wouldn’t be able to escape. The ground felt so uncomfortable, especially against your face. There was a few moments of you struggling beneath him to escape but it became no use. You stopped struggling after he pressed the blade against your skin.

“Didn’t bring a toolbox this time, Y/N?” He asked mockingly, pressing his gloved finger over the small slit. You winced at the stinging sensation but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“You know how to hold a grudge, Jed.” You replied. You were utterly terrified yet you always felt the need to reply to his stupid remarks.

“Indeed I do.” He replied, grabbing you and making you stand up. He held the knife to your back and pressed it slightly.

Ghostface was actually angry. He didn’t seem to mind actually hurting you or pressing the knife into your skin. You gasped at the painful sensation as he looked around, he saw the killer shack. He held a tight grip on your shoulder as he forced you to walk that way.

You instantly knew where he wanted to go. You just hoped the basement wasn’t there. Of course, you had known that this day would eventually come. But, why now? It was such awful timing, especially with the blue mood you had. Once the two of you reached the shack, he shoved you onto the ground aggressively.

“You’re pathetic... talking and talking last time we met. Now, you’re just a shitty excuse for a survivor.” He said to you. You scoffed.

“If it helps, Jed, I’m sorry.” Y/N replied. Your hand reached to the back of your neck where he had cut you. There wasn’t much blood but it still hurt. You stared at your bloodied fingertips as the man got more infuriated.

“You don’t get to call me that. And why the fuck are you apologizing?” He questioned you. His tone was venomous, this terrified you but him killing you was inevitable and well... you wanted to see him, anyways.

“If you didn’t care, you’d have hooked me now. I must’ve really hurt your feelings, huh?” You said, half-jokingly but you were also genuine.

“I don’t care.” He replied to you almost instantly. You knew that was a lie.

“Then why won’t you hook me? You could’ve slashed my back open but instead you pinned me to the ground... weirdo.” You mumbled.

He fell silent for a second. Ghostface was a bit baffled by you. Why weren’t you begging for your life? The version he remembered of you was different, or maybe he killed too many survivors that would beg. Not only that but he planned this out thoroughly. He was practically counting on you to scream and beg for your life. Ghostface had even made an offering for this realm because he researched it extensively, as he did with most of his previous murders.

Despite what he may have thought, Y/N was absolutely terrified. However, there was a strange feeling of attraction to him. Not necessarily a crush just yet but there was also a rivalry in which you felt comfortable talking to him. He felt like a real person. Well, of course he was a real person but you had no trouble making shitty remarks to him.

“I want this to last because you were being a little bitch last time. I’ve been dying to slice you open and make you regret that stupid little stunt you pulled.” He said to you.

You sat up, bringing one knee to your chest casually. There was a feeling of bravery that washed over you like last time. Y/N sighed deeply and looked around the shack. It was a basic shake. No totem, no gen.

“Yeah, sure... then do it.” You said to him.

“You’re not making this any easier.” He replied, more annoyed with you.

“Nothing you do is gonna make me regret what I did. Even if you do kill me and make me suffer, I’m still gonna come back alive. I’ve been puked on, trapped, and even had some weird ass trap put onto my head.” You said, standing up and pointing your finger to his chest.

“But you, Danny, only have a knife. I know the Legion or whatever their names are can use that better than you. You’re just a weirdo with a mask.” Y/N finished.

Ghostface seemed rather stunned, yet offended. Mainly because he couldn’t doubt anything you said. It became known that the Legion studied the human anatomy extensively, more than Danny ever cared to do. His area of expertise was stalking and memorizing a person’s schedule. But still. his ego was always bigger than any logic. The cloaked man grabbed your wrist. He oddly didn’t grab it too tight, he lifted your arm over your head.

“And what does that make you? I’m still better than you to some degree. You’re trapped here because the Entity thinks you deserve it and I get to kill anybody I desire.” He said, the tip of his blade poking your stomach.

“I guess we’re both shitty people.” You shrugged as his grip somewhat loosened. He sighed deeply before throwing you towards the generator.

“I had hoped killing you would be satisfying.” He muttered, bitter that your reaction wasn’t what he imagined. You fixed your shirt slightly and leaned against the generator. A part of slowly began to accept the growing crush you developed on the strange murderer, you didn’t care at this point since you were damned to an eternity of trials.

“It probably would’ve been if you weren’t so easy to talk to.” You said to him as he snapped his head towards you, confused for a moment. Easy to talk to? He scoffed in response.

“Easy? You’re the fucking weirdo here.” He said, with a bit of a defeated tone.

“You’re no ladykiller, Danny, but... I’m charmed. I guess it’s something killers like you do though.” You said to him.

“I don’t charm or seduce people. I watch them.” He corrected you.

“Explains a lot.” You said, looking at your nails. Ghostface was quick to give into his ego and crossed his arms in a very stubborn manner.

“Actually, I did. As Jed Olsen, anyways. People were so trusting of him and neglected to suspect the new guy in town. It made it easy to watch people and I had a lot of excuses to spend hours doing so.” He said to you.

“Jed sounds nice.” Y/N shrugged.

“Well, Jed isn’t real, babe. He’s a shitty facade of what people like in a person. Made it so much easier for myself.” Ghostface said.

“Okay then,.. what did you do? As a career?” You asked him.

“I was a journalist and wrote for the Roseville Gazette. They made me cover my own killings and I did a good job doing so. Nobody could really understand my work though, no matter how much I tried to when I was Jed.” He said, a proud tone in his voice as he spoke. You were weirded out and cautious but you wanted to try and understand him.

“So, is that why you do it? For art?” You asked him as his head perked.

“That’s exactly why! There’s something very beautiful about the redness unique to somebody pouring out of them, even mixing with others. Not only that but just toying around and seeing how loud one can scream. Each scream is so unique and different. And just like art, you can fix your mistakes if it isn’t done right.” He explained, he seemed more relaxed.

“Fix? But wouldn’t they be dead?” You asked him, genuinely confused.

“You have to be an expert craftsman to fix it. A scream is a delicacy, something I choose not to indulge myself in often. Y’know, don’t want anybody hearing what goes on. When I do want to hear the screaming, it’s usually when my target has piqued my interest or mildly annoyed me. It feels rewarding after going through all the effort to memorize their lifestyle.” He said.

“A weird but cool way of looking at it, I suppose.” Y/N said.

You didn’t really care about morality at this point. Such things as the Entity exist, anyways, You weren’t sure what you did to deserve being stranded here. Even if you did have a weird romantic interest in him, so what? Why would the Entity care? Why would any Gods care? And even then, you seemed to have an interest in his hobby. Blood and killing didn’t faze you anymore.

“You think so?” He asked you.

“Depends on the person, I guess. I’d only do it to bad people.” You said.

“But, you’d do what I do?” He asked you.

“Yeah...?” You responded. Danny seemed a bit giddy.

“How would you do it?” Ghostface asked, he seemed way too excited to hear about your non-existent methods of killing.

“I don’t know...” Y/N replied, feeling somewhat flustered by how close he was to you. It was a different type of feeling when he wasn’t trying to stab you.

“If you want, I could show you some pictures and give you tips.” He said.

“And kill who? We’re stuck in this hellhole.” You reminded him.

“What about the other survivors? They can’t all be innocent.” Ghostface said to you. He had some appreciation for you since you listened. It was crazy how much this strange man can switch up.

“No, never. I’m not that crazy.” You said as the loud horn of the exit gates blared. You looked around, really surprised. He seemed just as surprised.

“That long?” He questioned.

“Guess I’m just that good of a distraction.” You said to him as he silently sighed in frustration but didn’t seem to care. A part of him enjoyed your talk.

“Guess you’re gonna be my one kill.” He said, shifting towards you and pushing you against the wall. You were taken aback by his swift movement.

You squirmed against his body, somewhat sliding downwards so kicking was pretty much useless unless you wanted to completely fall. The two of you grunted quietly as he turned you around, shoving your face against the hard wall. It was uncomfortable but he wasn’t being as rough as he usually was. At this point, you were scared of his knife so you tried pulling his hands away from you in the awkward position. Ghostface tightly pinned one of your arms on your back, you winced as he tugged on your hair.

He leaned inwards, poking his head towards your neck and hair. Ghostface took a moment to memorize your scent and what your hair texture might have felt like. For some strange reason, he seemed to want to learn everything about you. It might have been a bad idea for you to have opened him up about his art.

“Get off of me.” You demanded in a stern voice.

“You’re scaring me, Y/N.” He replied sarcastically.

You froze up when he slid his hand under your shirt, his fingertips trailing on your back. It wasn’t the motion itself but rather the feeling of his ungloved hand. You felt yourself go into a rather catatonic state, not in fear but you were quick to wonder why he would take his glove off. A thousand thoughts and scenarios played in your mind. His touch was soft but still managed to leave you with chills.

Ghostface, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. He made notes of how soft your skin felt, his hand curiously wandered upwards. It wasn’t long before his hand wandered to your more sensitive areas. A gasp escaped your mouth as kept you pinned with his knees, his hands groping you a bit more roughly. Your face heated up when he squeezed you, you didn’t seem to struggle either.

“Fuck...” You whispered.

“If only we had the time.” He mumbled, sticking three of his gloved fingers into your mouth. Your eyes rested as you stared upwards, allowing him to continue touching you.

“I bet you’re getting all excited over this... if only I could capture the look on your face right now. How does it feel? Having somebody like me have their way?” He asked you. You felt aroused yet ashamed to oblige him.

“It feels good...” You managed to say, his fingers still in your mouth.

You felt the bulge in his crotch grow hard but this wasn’t the time or place. As much as he wanted to fuck you then and there, he needed to have some control over himself. He pulled his hands away and slid his glove back on. You let out a sigh of relief but also a whine. You knew just as much as he did that it just wasn’t the right time. You wiped the saliva from your lips and slowly stood up.

He pulled you backwards by your waist. You felt him rub his knife near your crotch, gliding it teasingly. His other hand wrapped around your neck. You heard him chuckle rather darkly. At this point, you seemed more hot and bothered than he was. Ghostface squeezed your neck a little harder, wanting to get one last sound of of you before he let you go. He didn’t care whether or not the Entity would be displeased or not.

“Guess you’ll have to be a whore some other time.” He said, cutting you on the arm slightly. You pulled your arm away quickly.

“Whatever.” You replied, flustered by his comment. Did that just happen?

“Better go before the Entity kills you itself.” He said to you.

“Right, right... see you around, Danny.” You said before quickly walking away and then running towards the exit gates.

His head tilted curiously. Ghostface wasn’t sure if he had feelings or not. He admired you for listening to him and asking some questions though. But, now that he knew you’d do things with him willingly, he had some ideas. A wide smile grew behind his mask as he began to fantasize about the photos he would eventually take.

You would probably come to regret your actions, seeing as his obsession with you would grow. Danny needed to know everything about you and even felt a bit possessive now. It didn’t matter, there was many possibilities within the Fog. Pray that you’ll be ready for your next meeting.

NOTE: Currently writing a full fledged Danny fic with a different plot but have the sequel to the Distraction. Ty for reading!

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #jed olsen #jed olsen x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #dbd fanfic #dbd x reader

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separatist-apologist · 3 years

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Um can I have a part 2 to Lucien finding out about solstice? Pretty please?

You can have a part 2. I was not planning a follow up to yesterday's little sass-a-thon but apparently everyone likes bratty Elain and irreverent Lucien.

Lucien woke wondering if he’d imagined the entire night with Elain. It certainly didn’t seem real. She’d barely said one word to him for a good year and some months only to turn around and tell him to eat shit. He wondered what it said about him that he liked it. Lucien groaned, kicking the blankets off his sweaty body like a petulant child. He was tired of waking up alone and more tired still having seen the fire lurking behind his mates’ eyes.

Lucien padded to the bathroom suite, still naked from sleep. He perched on the edge of the tub, turned on the hottest water he could possibly stand, and sank into the scalding water until everything but the top of his head was visible. He was supposed to leave today, back to the mortal lands. Back to sniping with Jurian and arguing with Vassa and daydreaming about Elain when no one looked at him too closely. He still had his apartment in Velaris. Perhaps, if today went well, he’d spend a week in Feyre’s starlit city.

He took his time dressing and grooming, still more than a little irritated with Azriel from the night before no matter how his angry outburst had worked in Lucien’s favor. He certainly would not be outdone in the one arena he knew he could run circles around the male in. Lucien had always had a sense for fashion and what worked well. He didn’t need to know Elain well to know it was something she appreciated about a male.

If Rhysand was surprised to see him that morning, he gave no indication as he handed Lucien the morning paper at the breakfast table. Their silence was companiable enough, sipping coffee while Lucien tucked away tiny pieces of information about Night Court he thought might use as leverage at some point. It was nothing the High Lord wasn’t willing to risk, given how he prized information himself, but Lucien never passed up an opportunity to keep himself well informed.

He felt strangely content in that moment until Elain swept in wearing a gown of pale, shimmering gold that was altogether inappropriate for the softly snowing day around them. Rhys glanced up at her from his cup of coffee, one eyebrow raised for all Elain seemed to notice. She had tea and a scone and, without a word to either of them, sat across from Lucien. Lucien’s eyes roamed what part of her body she could see; the long-sleeved dress seemed to be made of paper and exposed her shoulders and collarbone to him. His fingers twitched around his own mug as the mating bond woke with a vengeance.

Touch her touch her touch her touch her—

“Lucien,” Rhys interrupted Lucien’s musing. Elain kept her eyes focused on the wall behind him, her big, brown eyes framed by too-long lashes. Was she wearing make up, he wondered? Or had her lips always been so pink, so—“Feyre mentioned you were considering staying for a few more days.”

Elain’s eyes focused, glancing towards the High Lord. Had Feyre said that? He certainly hadn’t made any promises outside of his own mind.

“I have some business in the city,” he agreed, well aware Rhysand must know his only business was his mate.

“Are you planning to stay here? You are welcome to, obviously.”

Lucien shook his head as color began to creep into Elain’s cheeks. What was she thinking, he wondered?

“No, in my apartment,” he replied, catching how her eyebrows raised. Did she not realize he had one?

Rhysand’s violet-colored eyes shifted to Elain, his mouth curving into a smile. “I’ll have your things sent over, then. Please, feel free to stop by for dinner if you’d like. I know Feyre very much enjoys your company.”

Yeah, yeah, Lucien thought, still thinking of how Rhysand had shut Azriel down the night before. Not out of friendship, but politics. Still, it was better than tacit approval and, in some stupid, small way Lucien could appreciate the shrewdness.

Elain excused herself leaving Lucien to finish his breakfast and dress for the cold before making the trek towards his apartment. He’d try at dinner, he told himself. It would be easier to corner her somewhere alone, to let her lobby insults at him and, perhaps, kiss her on the mouth if she held still long enough for him to capture her face.

Lucien turned the lock to his apartment to find two things wildly out of place. His bags were sitting just inside the foyer next to a long, silver cape that was too feminine and small to belong to him, hung on the hooks beside the door. Just at the end of the hall, Lucien saw Elain in that same golden gown, arms crossed over her chest.

“I didn’t know you had an apartment,” she accused as he unwound his scarf.

“You never asked,” he reminded her patiently, his blood thrumming at the sight of her in his apartment. He could practically taste the argument floating between them.

Give me your worst.

“Must I do everything?” She asked him, arms crossed over her chest. He had to look away; she’d inadvertently caused her breasts to swell beneath her arms and Lucien was struck dumb at the sight.

“Not everything, no,” he replied, walking to the living room where she waited. “But perhaps something might be nice.”

She scoffed and Lucien dropped onto the cream-colored loveseat, stretching out his long legs as she watched her from the corners of his eye.

“I don’t owe you—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he interrupted, bored. “Why are you here, again?”

Because it was her, after all, standing in his apartment. She shifted, her boots still wet from the snow. She’d created a little wet spot on the hard wood beneath her feet. He would normally have cringed at that, but it was Elain, if she wanted to ruin her floors, who was he to stop her?

She bit her bottom lip. “To tell you how hideous you looked at breakfast this morning.”

Lucien laughed as he ran a hand down his chest. Elain’s eyes followed the movement. “Liar.”

She scoffed. “I’m surprised you fit in this little apartment at all, given the size of your ego.”

He couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward, carefully watching her expression. “You know, Elain, they say it takes one to know one.”

Her mouth dropped open again as she stood, stunned into silence for a moment. “You find me ugly?” She asked, dropping her arms to her side.

“Impossibly ugly,” he agreed, the lie rolling right off his tongue. Her cheeks flushed as he took a step towards her. He was going to kiss her, he decided. “And ill mannered.”

“It is your manners that are offensive,” she retorted hotly. “Though not nearly offensive as your face.”

Lucien hesitated, surprised by how her words stung a bit. It was a game and yet…she’d touched on something he’d privately feared from the moment Amarantha gouged out his eye. He could still recall, in the early days, how people recoiled when they saw the scarring, how even now people stared, surprised at the brutality etched into his face. He’d spent more than one night wondering if Elain too found him abhorrent to look at.

He arched a brow, his heart hammering in his chest. He didn’t know what he’d do if she truly thought him ugly. It would wound him far more than anything, short of a flat-out rejection of the bond. “Oh?”

Her eyes drifted towards his mouth. Lucien blinked, some of his fear ebbing. “Disgusting,” she murmured, inching closer. He held himself exactly where he was despite his muscles screaming in protest, demanding he yank her into him and kiss her senseless. “The ugliest man I’ve ever seen.”

“Liar,” he told her again. She blinked, head tilted, eyes half-lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly. This was what had gotten Azriel in trouble, wasn’t it? This moment, right here. He suddenly felt immense sympathy for the male. Lucien was also rooted in place, desperate to touch her, too.

“I know,” she whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed the moment he reached for her face, holding her just as she was so he could kiss her. Words failed him the moment their lips touched, the world melting into nothingness. Whatever he’d thought, however he imagined that moment paled in comparison to the real thing. She was soft, her lips sweet. Every single piece of her seemed to radiate an invisible heat his blood recognized by contact alone.

Mate. Mine. His body sang, urging him to take things further, to strip her of her clothes and mark her with his scent so thoroughly no other male could get within a mile of her without smelling him, too. He had to stop himself, unsure what she wanted.

“You’re a shitty kisser,” he told her, forehead pressed to her own. Elain giggled, the sound ringing through his chest.

“You’re so rude,” she responded with a sigh. “How can anyone stand to be in your presence?”

“And yet here you are,” he reminded her, poking her in the stomach. “In my apartment.”

She looked around, her eyes taking in his furniture, his shelves of books, his artwork. “Why don’t you stay more often?”

He shrugged, unable to meet her gaze. “There is little for me to do here.” That was partially true. Why torture himself and sit around waiting on a female who had no interest in him? He wasn’t that much of a glutton for punishment. Elain stepped away, walking towards the wall length windows and pushing back the curtain. Gray, snowy clouds did little to hide the cheery day around them as fat snowflakes were carried along in a winter wind.

“I have been cruel,” she said after a moment. Lucien came up behind her, resting his hands on her delicate shoulders.

“Perhaps. But not without cause.”

She blinked, twisting her neck to look up at him. “It’s just a lot…even now.”

He nodded. “I could help, you know. I’m not your enemy.”

“What kind of help are you offering?” She asked as she turned around, letting him twine his arms around her body. His heart stuttered for a minute. Pretty, she was so pretty—

“Whatever help you’d like,” he managed to choke out. Elain smiled slyly.

“What if the help I want has nothing to do with being made?”

He was going to die, he thought. He cleared his throat. “Could you be more specific?”

She was mocking him. “I often struggle with the laces of my dresses, for example.” She gestured towards the back of her gown, neatly laced with a golden ribbon. Easily undone, he thought, his fingers twitching. It would take one pull to have her dress pooled at her feet. He brought his face closer to hers, well aware that his thoughts were likely not well aligned with what she really needed. Time. Space. Room to get to know not just him but herself.

“Sounds like you need a friend,” he murmured, brushing his lips across hers before dropping his arms and stepping away. She huffed a sigh.

“Do you treat all ladies so poorly?” She demanded. Lucien was back on the couch, legs stretched out as he willed himself to calm down.

“Only the ones I like,” he replied with a grin. Elain plopped down beside him and took his hand, much as she’d done the night before.

“Lucien?”

He’d never tire of hearing her say his name. “Yes, Elain?” She scooted a little closer, her eyes locked on his. She was looking at the scar, he realized. Panic flooded into his throat.

“I lied when I said you were ugly,” she confessed. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding. “And I like the scars. You’re beautiful.”

He reached for her chin, caressing her sweet face. Lowering his mouth to hers, Lucien told her, “Ah, well. It takes one to know one, now doesn’t it?”

#elucien #elucien fic #elucien prompt #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #i think we all know a third part of this would just be smut #so perhaps we call it good here?#and if you want to see them bicker more #just send me an ask bestie

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harrysgloves · 3 years

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This Will Be Our Year

Summary: Harry comes home with you for your family New Year’s dinner.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language. Shitty families. Smut/ Harry’s got a filthy mouth.

A/N: Okay, lets all pretend that I got this out on Saturday instead of Tuesday... Big shout out to @meetmeinfleetwood for making this “to lovers” fic challenge. It was the first fic challenge I’ve ever done! And I loved trying to figure this one out.

I picked ‘Friends to Lovers’ with the prompts: “You think anyone heard us?” & “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

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You didn't miss the upward turn of your best friends' lip when you anxiously readjusted the hem of your dress for the millionth time. You didn't even bother trying to steady your shaky hands as they tugged down on lacy black fabric that touched a few inches above where you normally wore your skirts or shorts

"Stop it." You huffed as he let out the tiniest breath of a laugh at your struggle.

"Sorry, love, think y'look great." He smiled that lazy half smirk that made your stomach flutter but you had no time to worry about that right now. No, right now, you were on your way to visit your parents for the first time in a year.

The excuses of being busy with work, having no time to travel, not having the money for it, or literally any other excuse you could come up with had finally stopped working. Your mother fully demanded for you to come back home for the traditional New Year's dinner your family had every first weekend of the new year. You would have said no, but the second her disappointed voice floated in from the other end of the phone, you knew there was no way out.

You deeply loved your immediate family. It was the extended family that you could go without. The bitchy cousins who always seemed to be doing better in life than you. Know-it-all Aunts who gave you unwelcomed dating advice or worse, they'd sit and examine why you didn't have a man

"Yeh sure 'bout this?" He asked from the driver seat, his hand grasped on the wheel so tight you could see his knuckles turning white. "We could fake sick or somethin' if yeh want out. Bad gas station sushi, maybe."

A smile broke across your solemn face. The snort of a laugh that creaked out of your lungs washed a bit of relief over Harry. His hands gently lifted pressure from the wheel.

"Gas station sushi is the best you could come up with?" You teased from beside him, head turning just in time to see that dimpled smile you loved so much.

"Wha' not believable?" He grinned, playful green eyes shot your way before focusing back on the road.

You shook your head no as silence fell over the car again. Only one more turn and you'd be there.

"If yeh get uncomfortable, just tug on my shirt and we'll go, yeah?" He said as the gravel from your parents driveway crunched under the car's weight. Your stomach churned at the sight of everyone else already there. Anxiety flaring deep inside of your body, your chest suddenly felt tighter even when you let out a deep breath.

"It'll be okay." Harry said after a moment of letting you try to calm down. His ring filled hand enveloped your own shaky hand that rested on your lap. A calm washed over you from his touch. His warm hands melted away the troubled feeling that was lurking in the depths of your soul.

"I'm sorry in advance for whatever they say." You mumbled, giving his hand a squeeze. You missed the small up turn of his lips from your action, the way his cheeks tinted the softest shade of pink. You thought his cough was to dismiss what you'd said, not knowing it was him trying to himself that you only saw him as a friend.

"'M pretty sure I can handle them, love." He smiled even though you shot him a very unimpressed look. "Wha'? I survived Simon Cowell, think I got yeh family."

"Shut up." You chuckled as you brushed your hand off your leg. The other flung open the car door before you had a chance to chicken out.

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Dragging Harry along for this dinner was the best idea you'd ever had in your whole life. Your family's attention was so far off you that you barely talked the hour before dinner and Harry was handling all the attention like a champ. His hand pressed to your lower back as your uncle grilled him about every famous person he'd ever met.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you know The Mick Jagger?" Your uncle looked a second away from breaking into a full out fangirl attack. Your lips rolled in your mouth to stifle the laugh that was bubbling in your throat before a harsh squeeze on your hips from Harry had you glaring daggers into him.

He nodded his head full of soft flowly curls, that you always wanted to run your fingers through, before shooting a smirk down to you.

He was living for this. He loved being able to touch you, lead you around to talk to people. Adored when you playfully shoved him with your shoulder when he said something embarrassing about you. He tried to be as cool, calm, and collected as he could but when you fully leaned into his side his breathing caught in his throat. His hand pressed tighter into you, mostly to hide how much it was quivering from your closeness.

He had tried for over a year to come up with a way to tell you he wanted to be more than a friend. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted to be more since the night you two met, but he was too insecure about himself to speak up. You were just so vibrant. Your laugh, your smile, the way you talked with demand but was always such a sensitive soul.

He was absolutely fucked for you and you had no damn idea.

You always thought he was too out of your league to even begin to entertain the want of something else with him. He was the great Harry Styles and well, you were just you. You, who happened to be friends with Glenne, who dragged you to a bar for a karaoke night almost two years ago. The rest between you and him was history. You'd gotten along so well and at first, you thought, it might have turned into something more, but he never tried anything more than stupid flirty banter which he seemed to do with just about anyone. So, you dropped it. Moved on. Now he was just Harry, you're really good, super hot, you may think about him when you meditate late at night, friend.

"Gonna get more wine." You said after you drank the last drop from the glass in your hand. You were going to need so much more wine if you were going to be listening to your uncle for the next 45 minutes until dinner was ready.

"Will y'bring me some too?" Harry asked with a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. You figured maybe he'd need the alcohol more than you did tonight. He had been putting up with a lot of crap from your family.

You nodded your head yes before taking off through the hallways you used to run down when you were a kid, towards the kitchen. Your mind lost in a hazy of memories of you learning to ride your bike on your mothers freshly polished floors while the babysitter sat on your house phone with her boyfriend all night. The time your brother told you carving your names into the fancy trim along the bottom of the floor meant you two would live forever.

The memories came to a screeching halt when you finally rounded the corner to the kitchen. Your cousin aka the bitch you hated most in the world lounged casually on the counter, her back towards you as she chatted with a friend she had brought along.

"Didn't think I was going to meet Harry fucking Styles. Would have at least done my hair." The girl you didn't know huffed out as you pressed your back to the wall. Desperate to get away from both of them. Suddenly you felt 12 again, hiding from Shannon before she had a chance to torment you.

"Not like you even need it. You already look better than Y/N without it." Shannon snorted out that nails-on-a-chalkboard laugh as your stomach sank.

"True, girl is a bit mousy."

"Don't forget annoying. Can't believe someone famous is hanging out with her."

A part of you wanted to turn around and walk away, but the other part was morbidly interested in what she said behind your back. Maybe, whatever she had to say, was what everyone said about you two when you weren't around.

"Think they're dating?"

"Fuck no." She scoffed with so much certainty behind her voice it made you cringe. You knew it was a bit dumb, especially since you tried to not picture yourself with him as much as possible but it still hurt. "Y/N's boring and bland as hell. He's probably too nice to tell her that he isn't interested and he feels bad that she never has any friends or a boyfriend."

You knew you should have walked away when you had the chance. Every word that was uttered by the voice that caused your childhood trauma floated into your mind with daggers.

Every bad thing you thought about yourself. Every reason you thought Harry would never like you was now confirmed by someone else.

"It's like his charity work for the year or something."

The last sentence was the one that broke you. Your eyes filled with tears as your feet finally unglued themselves from the permanent spot they seemed to be in. You ran for the safety of your childhood bedroom. Your mind too preoccupied with the thought that maybe, he did feel that way about you, to pay attention to anything else around you. You didn't register that Harry was only a few feet away from you when you slammed yourself into your old room.

The knocks on your door didn't bother you. You could care less to explain to our mom right now about what happened but tried your best to pull yourself together anyways. Your crying turned to quite sniffling when the knocks came again.

"Y/N, wha's wrong?" His anxious voice echoed through your door causing all tears or sniffles to stop immediately in their tracks. What the hell were you going to tell him? Your mind panicked for some lie you could use to cover up the fact you had a breakdown when the door opened, the hard metal of the door knob pushed you out of the way.

"'M sorry fo' comin' in but I saw yeh cryin' and I had to check on yeh." He mumbled uncomfortably from beside you as he shut the door again. "Wha' happened?"

"'S nothin'," you said as you dried your own eyes with the back of your hand. "Just, my cousin saying shit. I just took it a bit too personal for no reason."

"'M sorry, petal." He cooed as his hand stroked the rest of your eyes off your cheeks away. Your head instantly nuzzled into his warmth. "Wha' was she goin' on 'bout?"

You tried your best to not tense up. Your eyes remained shut, head buried harder against his hand that still hadn't moved from your face.

"Told you, it's nothing. Really, it was dumb and I just- it's stupid H."

"'S not stupid if it made y'cry." He frowned deeply as he lifted your chin up. Your eyes finally fluttered open to see disappointed written all across his face.

"She just-" you sighed, feeling dumb for being caught up in the moment. Her words stung but your knee-jerk reaction to cry was a bit over the top. You were embarrassed, your skin heated as his eyes trained on you. You desperately tried to look anywhere but him- the floor, the dresser, the door- anywhere. "She just… she said some things to her friend about how boring and bland I am. Said I had no friends and blah blah blah. Just dumb stuff."

You shrugged, feeling uncomfortable talking about what had happened. You gave him the geist of it without having to divulge into the whole story. You figured it was better to leave the part about you being charity work for him out of it. An angry Harry was the last thing you wanted to deal with today.

"Yeh the least boring person I know." He said, finally breaking the silence. "And yeh far from bland. I mean, look at yeh," he gestured to your outfit, his eyes sparked as your face heated from the attention he was giving you.

"Shut up." You groaned, hands covering your burning face as he wrapped you up in a hug. His chest vibrated with chuckles as you buried your head into the crook of his arm.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed." His chin rested on your head as you fought to keep the pink blush across your face at bay. "Know I think yeh pretty. Prettiest petal've ever met."

You could feel his body straighten up. Almost as if he got uncomfortable with being so forward with you. His hands held around you just a bit tighter and you could physically hear his heart start to race. You started to realize, maybe, just maybe, you'd been reading all the signs wrong.

You pulled away from him slightly, your lips rolled in your mouth as you peered up to him. The blush that lingered across his nose ran to both cheeks. His jaw clenched together, shifty eyes finally met yours after a long moment of avoiding your gaze. You could see gears turning in his mind.

"H?" You barely breathed out before he surged forward, his lips met yours with so force you were almost thrown off balance. Your hands quickly grabbed on his forearms to steady yourself. Your nails dug into the soft silk fabric of his sleeves as your mouth desperately tried to keep up with his frantic movements.

It was everything you'd ever imagined kissing Harry would be like. Soft, amazing lips pressed to yours. Warmth flooded your system, almost like he was bringing you back to life. His hand rested on your cheek as he pulled you closer, other hand around your waist, helping you keep balance on your tiptoes. Even if it was a bit rushed, it was perfect to you.

But then you felt him go rigid again.

"I shouldn't 'ave done that. 'M so sorry, Y/N, I know yeh don't like me like that and I got caught up and, and-nd, fuck 'm so sorry-" he rushed out in a ramble the second his lips parted from yours. Your eyes barely opened by the time he'd finished his rushed out speech. His hands ran nervously through his curls. Panic radiated off him.

"Who said I didn't like you?" You asked, halfway out of breath. His hands fell from his perfectly messy hair, down to his side. His mouth gaped open as he blinked slowly at your words.

"I, well, I thought-" He trailed off as you both stood there completely dumbfounded.

You'd both liked each other this whole damn time.

"We're idiots." You giggled. Quickly ceasing the opportunity to close to space between you two again.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to your level. This time, he was the one pleasantly surprised. The light humph out of him only fueled your fire as you dominated the kiss. Your tongue ran across his bottom lips, begging him to let you in. Tongues danced together in an unknown language as his arms circled you again. Holding you close as your fingers ran through the back of his hair.

It was quick. Both of you moved so fast, desperate for more. More touch, more skin contact. You felt that desire you'd pushed to the side flame to the surface as you both stumbled for balance. Your back was pressed tightly against the door after you both got your footing.

Kissing was easy, but kissing passionately in an unknown space when you could give two shits-less about anything but each other, was hard.

It wasn't long before the scruff on his face was burning into your sensitive and puffy lips. He'd taken over control over your mouth so long ago you had no idea where you started and he ended. Your hands, along with his, roamed uncharted territory of each other's bodies. Small gasps and light whimpers were flooding the room but you couldn't be bothered with caring right now. You were finally getting what you wanted, him.

"We should stop." He groaned, half annoyed with himself for trying to be considerate to your family. His forehead rested against yours as you both breathed in deeply.

You whined in protest at his words, your hips involuntarily grinded against him in a sense of desperation. He had winded you up like a damn play toy. He breathed a laugh at your neediness, his head shaking but you could see those dimples popping out when you stared up at him with doe-eyes.

"Don't wanna fuck yeh fo' the first time in your parents house, lovie." He smiled widely as you let out a disappointed huff. Sure, you understood his point but that throbbing in core wasn't going to be going away any time soon.

Harry considered it for a moment as he looked down to your glistening chest that was heaving in deep breaths. The swells of your breast had always been mesmerizing but, fuck, right now they look irresistable. His sight finally moved off your chest to your swollen and puffy mouth. He groaned at the sight, his mind instantly wondering if your other lips would look as beautiful when he was done with them.

His hand moved on it's own accord. Slipping up your dress, to your absolutely drenched panties. Your lip tucked under your lip, hips bucking in a need for more when you heard the most glorious moan fall from his lips.

"Can't leave y'like this, now can I, pup?" His lust filled eyes seemed to darken when you shook your head no. Your ruined underwear pushed to the side by his fingers, his breathing catching in his throat from just how fucking wet you were.

You whimpered and whined as he took his time leisurely circling around your clit, his finger skimming across your needy hole only teased you further. You could feel your nipples pebble against the roughness of your bra, feeling left out of the action, but you weren't complaining.

"Quiet, or yeh gonna get us caught, sweetheart." Harry tried to scold you but you didn't miss the smug look of pride that sat on his lips. "Gonna have to keep you quiet, sweet girl." His free hand moved from the door, to your mouth. Three fingers tapped against your lips for you to open and holy fuck, you didn't think this would be happening today.

A chill went down your spine as his fingers sat heavy on your tongue. He licked his lips as he watched you mimicked how good you'd suck him off later when two fingers entered you quickly.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathed out, the situation in his pants grew impossibly bigger while you moaned wildly against his fingers. "Jesus, fuck, yeh so tight. Gonna 'ave to prep yeh fo' me later, sweetheart."

You could barely register his words as he pumped into you again. His thumb pressed against your aching numb. He was reaching places inside of you that you'd never been able to reach. Places that you had no idea could feel this good. All sense of control left you as he hit that spot. His hand quickly pulled from your mouth to cup over top of it.

"Sing so pretty fo' me, puppy. Can't wait to hear how you sound when y'on my cock." Your walls quivered at his words, your juices dripped further down your leg as you began to quickly approach your end.

"'M ruin this little pussy later, gonna fuck y'until yeh can't handle it anymore." He started to ramble about how good you felt, how tight you were, how he was going to stretch you over his cock so good tonight that he'd ruin you. Your legs started to shake as your mind melted into a goo of pleasure.

"Fuck, yeh like when I talk to yeh like that, don't yeh sweetheart?" You weakly nodded at his words, his hand around your mouth making it impossible to say anything but it wasn't like you'd be able to speak right now anyways. His fingers curled inside of you, pumping, his thumb switching from light touches to hard pressure. "I'd let y'talk to me like that later tonight but my dick is gonna be shoved in all the holes I can get into, puppy."

You could feel your eyes roll into the back of your head as the overwhelming flood of your release washed over you. Blinding white lights of adrenaline ran through your veins as you let out a guttural moan from a depth you had no idea existed inside of you.

You were a panting hot mess when his hands finally left your body. Sweet kisses pressed to your lips to calm you down.

"Do y'think anyone heard us?" Harry asked, his lips still hovering over your mouth as you let out a croak laugh.

"You think I care about that right now?" Your eyebrows raised as you peered up to him. His smile growing by the second as he wrapped you in a hug. "Come on, let's go, you have a few promises you made about tonight that I want to hold you to." You giggled as his cheeks flamed red, your hand reached for his but he didn't move. His boy glued in place as his eyes scanned around your old room.

"What?" You asked as you turned around to see him studying every inch of your childhood.

"I didn't get to see it earlier." He shrugged a bit, trying to not seem like he was hyper focused on every detail. Your pile of old notebooks your mother kept "just incase you ever wanted them again", your old dresser that you'd painted at some point, your rose pattern bedspread, the mountain of books and magazines that were shoved away.

"Wha's this?" He pointed to the huge wall that was covered in nothing but pictures.

"Oh, uhm, I used to put pictures of me and my friends on my wall. You know, like people used to do before Facebook." Harry chuckled as he shook his head at you. His hand fished into his back pocket as he moved away from you.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowed tightly together as you moved towards him. The picture of your and Harry's drunken photo booth session from New Year's last year in his hand.

"You keep that photo of us in your wallet?" You finally asked after he pinned it on your wall. His cheeky smile across his face as he threw an arm over your shoulder.

"Yup." He smiled widely as you chuckled from beside him. Your arm rested around his waist.

"Dork."

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