#but that's not what i expect to happen :( at least it's there anyway

[radio-fmm]

Prince!Sanji x Knight!Reader pt.2

@crabdictarorship @secretlife028 @i-trash-about-things

Pt.1 | fem reader!

Trough out your life as a knight you had never wavered, or even feared any situation you had to face… until now

After accidentally revealing your biggest secret to the prince, you feel like the ground you stand on shakes, not a single feeling or thought being processed behind your worried eyes. What was to become of you? Dismissed?, Killed? Or worse A MAID?

As you try and catch your breath, you decide to make a run to your quarters to scape the inevitable at least until morning.

Prince!Sanji on the other hand, after finally coming to terms with what he had just witnessed, finds himself feeling a little disappointed when he opens the terrace door to find you gone.

That night he doesn’t sleep a blink, tossing and turning as he finds a window to the why of your behavior and character, he feels like he just opened his eyes to a whole new world. Your muteness, your monthly absences, why you were so damn short; but most importantly, the care and warmth you bestowed upon him.

All the men Sanji had been surrounded with his whole life had been nothing far from cruel and unforgiving of who he was, the only ones that had showed him kindness and acceptance were women, because of that he had developed an admiration and genuine devotion for the ones that he found on his lonely path as a prince; from his sister, his late queen, even the maids and the magnificent cooks on the royal kitchen that always taught him whatever piked his interest, opening a world of opportunities for him.

And you, the person that not only genuinely actively cared about him but went the extra mile to fight for him every single day, shielding him in situations he could not. Your unspoken understanding, soft care and charm that made his days go form tolerable to enjoyable. You the most beautiful woman he could’ve dreamed of, because you were way above his dream girl; you were real

The last time he felt this giddy he was merely a little boy on his birthday morning

You were restless too, but in fear as you dreaded the morning approaching

So imagine the prince’s distress when he didn’t see you outside his room the next morning, or at breakfast… or at his morning stroll, not even at tea

“I am the prince, I shouldn’t we fighting to know where someone of my court is” Sanji asked the assigned royal guard that so happened to be the infamous and very stubborn Zoro Roronoa, the marshal of the royal army who was as disgusted by the situation as much as the prince was, he had a million tasks to get to but here he was, diminished to such a trivial task

“With the outmost respect your highness, I do not know who are you referring to”

Now the prince finds himself facing yet another conundrum, Sanji didn’t knew your name

Not even the fake one… because you were mute

“The knight that is always assigned to me! Gods how aren’t you aware of where your own soldiers are!” He screams throwing his hands in the air, almost looking like a child who was denied a cookie after dinner

Marshal Zoro can only sigh, jaw tightening “I am not in charge of assigning roles around here… If he’s so important to you why don’t you know his name anyway-”

Sanji glares daggers back

-“S-sir”

“Sh-… He is mute”

A silence falls, desperate from the prince side but eye opening from the army’s marshal

“OOoh you mean pebble?”

More silence

“Pebble?”

“Yea, because he’s so short… and never takes the helmet off so he looks like a little pebble” a hearty laugh escaped the green haired marshal “Yeah saw him this morning, I believe he called in sick or something”

After much back and forth fighting, Sanji was able to convive marshal Zoro to take him down to your quarters to check on you

So there he was

The Prince of The North Region walking down the army’s quarters, marshal Zoro in tow. To say every soldier was expecting something really bad to go down at your quarters was an understatement

Finally he arrives to your door, but finds himself glued to the ground as an strange feeling forms in the pit of his stomach, suddenly it dawns on him what he was about to do

What in the world was he even going to say to you? He had a million questions, an itch to get to actually know more of you, the you you had to hide underneath an armor; and he would never dare to overwhelm you or appear like a a freak

Zoro clicked his tongue, already on his last straw before walking forward and unlocking your door cursing under his breath

“Wait!! What are you do-“

The prince’s worries would only multiply when the door open to reveal an emptied out room

You were gone.

He rushes in to a room that did not looked lived in as it was supposed to, more importantly not you in sight; you ran away

“The hell” Zoro mumbles sharing Sanji’s disbelief, what could possibly could be happening? and oh boy rumors do fly around the castle, especially with all the soldiers standing outside the scene

Is in moments like these that the prince realizes the walls of the castle are too high, finding himself acting selfishly. Sanji had never stopped to consider the actual enormity of the situation, what felt like a gift from the gods to him… to you could’ve felt like doomsday

“FUCK” Sanji cursed as he kicked the door breaking it in half, the possibility of having lost you forever shaking him to his core

The Marshall stood silently in pure confusion and shock between the prince and the crowd, what could’ve ever happened between you and the prince to deserve such a reaction

“Your majesty we need to retrieve”

Oh yes he needed to leave immediately, to look for you as fast as possible

Masterlist

Omg I have a plan for a pt3 you tell me how you like it guys

[pholla-jm]

Hii may i ask Monster trio x reader (separately). and that reader Finds out shes pregnant, like how would they react and how would they be during the pregnancy and Maybe after?

tried to be the most specific I could. btw if u dont want to write it feel free to ignore this request.

Anyway have a good day/night! and ty if u take this request

PREGNANT?!

A/N: So this is going to be in 3 parts! Also, sorry it took so long to get it out. Life has been so crazy lately so I barely have time anymore. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Characters: Luffy x reader, Zoro x reader, Sanji x reader. warnings: not really proof read. reader has a female body.

Luffy:

I think that Luffy would be confused at first, but then he would be really excited. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had no idea how this could happen… well you did know exactly how it happened. But you didn’t think this day would come. At least, not this soon. You and Luffy never even mentioned or thought about babies. 

How would he even react?  You knew you had to tell him right away. The longer you waited, the more you would get nervous. 

The tricky part is how you were going to explain it to him. Sure, Luffy can be smart in his own ways… but you weren’t sure of his knowledge on female anatomy. 

With a heavy sigh, you exit the bathroom and head towards the deck. Right where Luffy would be. As you expected, Luffy was chilling on the headmast. 

“Hey Luffy!” You gained his attention. He looks down at you with a large smile, “Hey (y/n)! Want to join me?” He asks and you don’t even have to think about it. 

It’s the perfect place to tell him. No one can hear you and it’s private. Before you can even answer, he wraps his arm around you so that he can pull you up. 

The first thing that pops up in your head is how he is going to have to be more careful now. Not that he isn’t… but there are definitely times when he accidentally threw you into a wall. 

“Where have you been?” He asks as soon as you settle down in front of him. “Restroom. There is actually something I want to talk to you about.” 

Luffy can sense the seriousness in your voice and he knew that this wasn’t a time to joke around. “Yeah.. what is it?” “Umm… so I noticed that I was late to my period…” Luffy tilts his head and you can tell that he doesn’t exactly know what that means. 

“Long story short, I’m pregnant.” You felt a sense of relief come off your chest as you told him. Luffy’s eyebrows were furrowed as he looked down at your stomach. 

“You have a baby in your stomach?” “Well, no. Not my stomach. My uterus.” “Which is where again?” 

You grab his hand and put it right where your uterus would be. “Right here.” You whisper and Luffy tries to lean closer to your stomach. 

“Where’s the baby?” He asks, genuinely confused. You laughed a little, “no, Lu. It’s like the size of a pea right now. It’s going to grow over time.” 

Luffy snaps back up, “really?” There is a large smile on his face, and you knew right then and there that Luffy is going to be a great father. 

Zoro: 

I think Zoro would internally freak out and wouldn’t know what to do. Because of this you freak out, thinking negative things. Until Zoro tells you differently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stared at the double pink lines, nerves started to fill your whole body. Your hands start to shake and the first thing you do is throw away the stick. You moved the trash around, so that stick is more hidden. 

Next thing you know, you’re in your room. Pacing back and forth as thoughts filled your head. 

How were you going to tell him? How would he react? What if you just didn’t tell him? No, that would be ridiculous. He would tell when the bump came in. 

You don’t even notice Zoro leaning against your door frame. 

“Whatca thinking about?” He asks, and you don’t even stop pacing. 

“Thinking how I’m going to tell you that I’m pregnant?” You say without even thinking. It just slipped through. As soon as those words came out of your mouth, you stopped pacing and your heart dropped. 

You look at him full of shock and wide eyes. You didn’t mean to tell him that way. His expression matched yours and you had no idea what was going through his head. 

“Uh-” “How long have you known?” He asks and you shake your head. “I- I just found out. And I was thinking of a way to tell you.” You explain. 

Zoro doesn’t say anything… instead he walks out of your room. Leaving you alone. 

Your heart sinks… you couldn’t believe he just walked out. You had no idea what he was thinking. Well, it couldn’t be good if he just walked out! With an exaggerated groan, you flop down onto your bed. You were frustrated with Zoro and with yourself. 

You don’t know how long you laid in bed with tears flowing down your face. But the sun was gone, and your stomach was rumbling. 

With a sigh, you wipe your face, getting rid of any evidence that you cried. 

There was a knock on your door, and you sat up only to see Zoro. 

You sighed, a frown on your face. “Hey,” Zoro says, holding up a plate of fresh dinner, “I saw that you didn’t come up for dinner. So I.. I um brought it down for you. You know, you can’t starve yourself with the baby.” 

He comes into the room and sits next to you. He puts the plate in your lap without saying another word. It was silent between you two for a moment. You decide to break the silence. 

“I’m sorry… for you know.” You quietly say and Zoro shakes his head. 

He lets out a sigh, “I.. I’m not good with words. But, don’t apologize. I freaked out. I’m worried about how we’re going to be parents as pirates. It’s not safe… or going to be easy.” 

You nod your head, continuing to pick at your food. You didn’t even think about that… and he’s not wrong. 

“But I do know that I will do whatever it takes to keep you and the baby safe.” He says and your head snaps towards him. “Really?” Zoro chuckles, “don’t ever think I wouldn’t protect you. I love you (y/n).” “I love you too, Zoro.” 

Sanji: 

I honestly believe he would know before you do. And he would be over the moon about it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sanji keeps track of your cycle and your habits. He knows that certain things might throw off your cycle and he even keeps track of that. So when he noticed that you missed your period for the month. Oh boy… he immediately got worried and got you a pregnancy test. 

“Here, I need you to take this.” Sanji says walking up to you. “Oh wow,” You say, grabbing onto the box, “whatever happened to good morning my love? Or how are you?” 

Sanji smiles, places a kiss on your forehead, “good morning. Now go take that my love.” He pushes you towards the bathroom and shuts it behind you. 

“Wow… okay.” You whisper to yourself. 

Ten minutes later, the both of you are staring down at the positive pregnancy test. “It’s sweet… but kinda creepy at the same time that you knew before me.” You break the silence. But Sanji didn’t care about your words. He was about to be a father! “Oh mi amour.” He says pulling you into a tight hug. You can feel the excitement radiating off of him. “We’re going to be parents.” “Yeah… yeah. We’re going to be parents.”

[angeliteeyes]

Platonic Astral Express Crew x Reader - How They Comfort You After a Breakup

For the anon I responded to before this 🩵 I really hope this helps

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•°~Himeko-°•

When she hears your sobs coming from your room, she gently presses the door open and peeks inside. Seeing you in this state breaks her heart, her considering you and the other members as her own family.

"What's wrong, dear? Did something happen?"

Before long, she's creating a stockpile of every single post-breakup item she could possibly think of. Tissues, chocolates, and so on. Her warm palm rubs up and down gently across your back, hoping to provide you some solace. Although she says little, her actions speak for her just fine.

"I'll be here with you for as long as you need."

•°-Welt~°•

Welt's paternal instincts kick into high gear when he learns of your situation. He appears generally reserved and calm most of the time, but when it comes to you or another crew member being hurt, he can't help but get protective.

"Are you sure you don't need me to get involved? If you ever feel as though you're in danger in any way, we'll do everything in our power to protect you."

After ensuring you're really alright, he quickly grabs a book out of his collection that he thought you'd enjoy and reads it to you. No matter how long it takes you to fall asleep, he'll remain there by your side.

•°~Dan Heng~°•

Although he doesn't immediately realize what's happened to you, being locked in his room, he eventually notices the others going in and out to support you. He patiently waits for a moment where you're left alone and knocks.

"May I come in?"

Once he gets your permission, he cautiously enters. Regardless of how close you two may be, navigating this social situation was new for him and left him feeling a bit nervous. He doesn't actually say much of anything outside of the basics, but you wind up with a new potted plant next to your bedside.

Like this plant, you too shall grow stronger with each day that passes.

•°~March 7th~°•

"Hey, did I leave my camera in here—wait, what's wrong?"

She grows flustered as you confide in her what happened. Her concern for you overpowers any other matters that were on her mind, making her rush over towards you.

"There, there, it'll be okay. Oh, I think we got some candy earlier. Be right back!" March darts from room to room to bring over anything and everything she thinks you'd find comforting.

If you need to rant, she's all for it and actively encourages you to do so. Regularly, she'll chime in with her own opinionated comments too. Stuff like "You can do better than them anyway! They don't deserve you!" Of course, if you express that you don't want her to speak ill of them, she'll keep her mouth shut.

•°~Trailblazer~°•

They will bring you video games to play together, no questions asked. When it comes to supporting you, their primary goal is to get your mind off of the situation. If they can get a laugh out of you too, that's an added bonus.

Once they notice you focusing on the game and calming down, they smile to themself. You deserve to have some peace.

Also, expect at least a couple of jokes to be thrown into the conversation. They'll try anything to bring up your mood, even if they end up being rather cheesy and pun-filled. As long as you find them funny, it doesn't matter.

•°~Pom-Pom~°•

"Hm, what's that noise? Is that... crying?"

Pom-Pom's cleaning comes to a halt as they linger outside of your room. They've experienced their fair share of crew members needing comfort, given their long time aboard. Still, seeing you sad... somehow, they end up crying even more than you did.

"That's not fair..." They sniffle and use their ears as makeshift tissues for their tears. "You shouldn't have to go through that." In the end, you and Pom-Pom wind up cuddling each other for the rest of the night, until you both eventually nod off to sleep.

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Author's Note: Dear anon and anybody else who's going through a rough situation, stay strong and keep pushing forward!! Just like the Astral Express crew, you can make it through hard times ^-^

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Meatball

For @jilymicrofics March 2025

This could have done with a bit more editing, but I wanted to get this done for James's birthday!

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“We always wanted three kids, right from the very beginning,” James tells the man, as he settles back and makes himself comfortable. 

Well, as comfortable as he can, anyway; he’s understandably nervous. Anyone would be, in his situation. 

“Harry, that’s our eldest, came along a little bit sooner than we planned,” he continues, as the man makes some notes on a clipboard. “We’d only been married four months when it happened, barely out of our teens. He’s fifteen now. Fifteen! I can hardly believe it.” He shakes his head, in fond disbelief.

The man, who is wearing a badge on a lanyard that identifies him as Ian Jenkins, hums in response, which James takes as his cue to continue. “It was tough, you know? We were so young, and having a baby was a big adjustment, so we decided to wait a while before we tried again. Lily, that’s my wife, she started taking those Mug… erm… those mug-nificent birth control pills. Said she preferred them to the methods that are popular in… uh… in our community.”

“I see,” says Ian Jenkins. “Now I just need you to—-”

James, now a little flustered after his near-breach of the statue of secrecy on top of his natural apprehension, ignores this and ploughs on with his tale instead. He’s always been a talker, especially when he’s nervous. “It was six years before Daisy came long. She’s the image of her mum, is our Daisy, red hair and green eyes. Gorgeous, her eyes are. Harry got Lily’s eyes too, but otherwise he’s basically my clone. Lucky boy, eh?” he grins.

Ian Jenkins doesn’t respond, merely brandishes his clipboard in James’s direction. “If you wouldn’t mind—

James pays it no attention. “We were a lot better prepared for it, second time round,” he explains. “I think that’s why we didn’t leave it so long next time; there’s only eighteen months between Daisy and Simon. Simon’s the odd one out in the Potter house—blond hair and blue eyes, like Lily’s mum. And her sister, actually, but we don’t like to dwell on that. I honestly thought we were done then—three beautiful kids, exactly what we wanted.” James looks Ian Jenkins in the eye, who seems rather startled.  Now, I know what you’re asking yourself!”

“Actually, I really don’t think that you—”

“What happened?” asks James, very dramatically and entirely rhetorically. “It was when Harry went off to school, you see. Boarding school, the same one Lily and I went to, up in Scotland. It hit us hard, our baby being that grown-up and independent and so far away from us. We thought—well, maybe just one more? Who knows, maybe it was just a moment of madness and we’d have changed our minds, but Lily fell pregnant almost straight away, so that was that. Four kids.”

“And that’s all very interesting, Mr Potter, but—

James chuckles. Honest-to-Merlin chuckles. “Or so we thought, anyway. Turns out, it was actually five! Twins! Can you believe it? That took a bit of getting used to, I can tell you!” He shakes his head at his own naivety. “We thought we knew what we were doing with babies by then, but twins are a whole different set of hoops… erm… yes, very different, anyway. Mia and Elspeth. Lily’s hair, my eyes, absolutely gorgeous but my goodness—they’re three now, but I feel like I’ve aged at least a decade since they were born. I love those girls with every fibre of my being, love all my kids like that, but hand on heart those two are trouble. The idea of them as teenagers is frankly terrifying. I expect they’re my punishment for my own adolescent misbehaviour.”

He grins at Ian Jenkins, who looks back blankly, and James decides that Ian Jenkins would definitely have been a Ravenclaw if he wasn’t a Muggle. “Mr Potter, I really must insist—”

“Anyway, Lily went back on those pills, and we thought that would be fine. And it was; right up until it wasn’t. No idea what went wrong this time. Lily tells me all sorts of things can interfere with them, and the next thing we know, number six is on the way.”

“Mr Potter—”

“Which is amazing, of course, we’re very happy about it. But we thought enough really is enough, and that’s why I’m here really; get it sorted before the littlest Potter arrives in a few months. We’re not getting any younger, are we, and this one really does need to be the last one.”

“Mr Potter—”

“We clearly need something a bit more foolproof, and Lily thought this Mu… uh, this medical procedure would be best. When she explained it to me, I thought she was having me on to begin with, but then she got a pamphlet for me and it’s hard to—”

“MR POTTER!” yells Ian Jenkins, finally at the end of his tether. “I really must insist that if you want to have your vasectomy today, you need to sign the consent form!”

“Yes.” James agrees, taking the clipboard at last. “I can’t say I’m not nervous about the old meatballs, but, yes, I do. On both counts.” He takes a deep breath and scribbles his signature at the bottom of the form and hands it back again. 

Ian Jenkins’s expression softens. “It’s normal to be nervous, Mr Potter. I promise it will be fine. A little tenderness, some bruising and swelling, but it will heal within a few days.”

James nods. “Even if it wasn’t, I reckon Lily’s done more than her bit for team Potter. It’s my turn to step up now.”

Ian Jenkins nods reassuringly. “If you could undress please and lie back, the anaesthetist will be in shortly.”

James does as he’s told. Yes, he’s scared, but he knows this is the right thing. 

He bloody loves his kids. But most of all he bloody loves his wife.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Handy Ranch Man – Tyler Owens

Tyler Owens, the "professional" Tornado Wrangler, and I grew up together. We have been best friends since we were 5 years old. Our moms met at a grocery store and planned a playdate. We've been joined at the hip ever since. 

Until he decided to spend his life chasing tornadoes all around Oklahoma. 

He didn't talk to me about it before he started. I didn't know what he was doing until after he'd already posted three videos chasing different storms. While he was risking his life every day, I was training horses at my parents' farm.

I haven't talked to him since he came home after his first "storm-chasing season". He stopped by my parents' farm to talk about it, but I couldn't. I couldn't sit back and listen to his crazy close-to-death experiences. After hearing how their truck flipped, I snapped.

~ ~ ~

"Stop!" I yelled, cutting him off. 

"What?" He asked. My heart sank when I saw that he was genuinely confused. 

"I don't want to hear about this," I said. I stood up, grabbed his empty glass, and put it in the kitchen sink. I forced the butterflies to calm down as he followed me. He gently grabbed my elbow and turned me around.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?"

"You just told me at least 4 stories about how you 'escaped death', Ty. Your words. You expect me to be okay with that?"

Tyler's face dropped when I pulled my arm out of his hold. "I thought you'd at least be excited about it," he scoffed as I started to walk out of the kitchen. 

"Excited?" I challenged as I slowly turned back toward him. "What on earth would I be excited about, Tyler?! Excited for you to get hurt so bad, I lose you? Excited to watch a video where you get sucked up and thrown across the county by a damn twister? Excited for someone to tell me the news tha you were never coming home to me?!"

Silence fell between us as he realized the truth behind my questions. I watched, tears in my eyes, as he opened and closed his mouth.

"I'm not putting myself through that, Tyler," I whispered. "If you decide to go off and do this, you do it without my support. I'm sorry."

~ ~ ~

It's been two years since that fight. Two years of me trying and failing to ignore any videos the Tornado Wranglers posted on their channel. Two years of me tightening my hands into fists whenever someone mentioned Tyler and his group – which happened all the time. 

Eclipse and I trotted back to my family's ranch, heading toward the barn. I have been training Eclipse for several years now and he was finally ready for his and his owner's show next week. I jumped off of him and put him back in his stall. I hung up his saddle and started walking back to the house. I froze when I saw him waiting a few steps from the house.

"Hey, Trainer," he teased as I slowly walked toward him. "Been a long time."

"Taking time off from trying to get killed by a natural disaster?" I asked, not stopping by him. I didn't stop until my hand was on the doorknob and Tyler spoke up.

"I'm always safe, Y/N," he said. "For you."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" I asked without turning toward him. I didn't move as I heard him walk up the porch and stop behind me. 

"I think about you every time we're about to chase a tornado, darling."

"Was that meant to make me feel flattered?" I scoffed, looking over my shoulder at him. His eyes made my resolve weaken. Just a little bit.

"No," he said, dropping his voice. "It was the start of an apology. Every time we were getting ready to chase a storm, your words two years ago popped into my head. And I had a moment of doubt, a moment of fear."

"But," I stuttered as I slowly turned around, "you're not afraid of anything."

"That's not true," he whispered, taking a step toward me. "I'm afraid of disappointing you. I'm afraid of causing you pain. I'm afraid of leaving you all alone, gorgeous." 

"And yet," I said, my voice breaking, "you run into the storm anyway."

* * * * *

After I left Tyler dumbfounded on the front porch, he eventually left. I didn't see or hear from him for several days. Until I was headed outside to await the arrival of a new horse, Archer. I was hired to break and train him. Apparently, he can be kind of violent.

When I walked outside, I was expecting to see a horse trailer. Not my ex-best friend fixing my dad's fence. I shook off the weird feeling I felt as I forced myself to forget about Tyler Owens and focus on my daily chores.

I was walking past Tyler with my arms full of feed when I heard him gasp in pain. I turned around and saw him with his foot lifted and a large piece of wood on the ground. I dropped the feed and jogged over to him.

"Are you okay?" I panicked, scanning him.

"Yeah," he laughed. "Guess I didn't drill that hole deep enough."

When he looked up at me, there was something different in his eyes. "Thanks for running to save me, darling."

"You didn't need. . . I wasn't trying. . ." I cleared my throat and looked away.

"You mind giving me a hand, gorgeous?" He asked.

I didn't say anything as I helped him. I couldn't help but look him over as he worked. I struggled to ignore how he looked in his tank top as he nailed the piece of wood into place.

Once he was done, I let go of the log and wiped my hands. "Thanks for the help, Trainer. You didn't get a sliver or anything in your perfect hands, did you, darling?" 

"I'm fine," I said, not looking at him. My heart jumped into my throat when he tore off his gloves and grabbed my hands. I watched him as he studied my hands closely. 

I sucked in a breath when Tyler looked up and smiled at me. "Still just as perfect," he teased. We stared at each other for too long, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. It took his eyes glancing down at my lips to make me finally pull my hands out of his. He started to object, but I ignored him.

"Listen, gorgeous. . ."

"Why do you do that?" I asked, cutting him off a little too harshly.

"Do what?" Tyler asked, his playful facade fading.

I finally turned back to him as I clarified, "Call me things like 'gorgeous' and 'darling'."

"You don't like my pet names for you?" He asked, trying to sound like it didn't bother him, but I could tell that it did. "I've always called you pet names like that."

"No," I elongated. "When we were little, you called me variations of my name. Never. . . Romantic pet names."

We both stared at each other when I said that. To be honest, I've spent too much time analyzing why he calls me those pet names. He started back in high school after he found out some cheerleaders were picking on me. Tyler didn't let it go too far. After he stood up to them for me, he changed. He walked me to class, picked me up after, stayed by me all through lunch, and started calling me cute pet names. 

"Do they bother you?" He finally asked, bringing me back to the present.

"No," I stuttered. "I just noticed that something. . . Changed." Just then, a horse trailer pulled in. "Perfect timing," I mumbled as I walked away. 

I glanced back over at Tyler as I waited for Archer's owner to lead him out of the trailer. He was still watching me as he slowly cleaned up his supplies. I wasn't sure what he did as I started trying to train Archer.

Archer has rejected three of the best trainers this side of the Rocky Mountains. He hasn't felt settled since they bought him. I didn't know much about where they got him. Rumor was they saved him from a stud farm that wasn't taking good care of him. 

I don't usually struggle taming horses - that's why so many people brought their horses to me. But Archer. . . He was different.

"Come on," I gasped, tightening my grip on his reins. I took a step back when he started to buck. "Calm down, Archer. Take it easy. I'm just. . ."

I gasped in pain when he backed up on his rear legs and kicked me in the shoulder with his front.

"Y/N!" I heard Tyler yell. I clenched my shoulder in pain and rolled so I was lying on my other side. I opened my eyes, just in time to watch Tyler jump over the fence and sprint toward me.

He knelt next to me and gently helped me sit up. "Are you alright?" He asked. "I saw him kick you. What do you need? I can get your dad. I can take you to the hospital. Just tell me what you need."

"It's not that bad," I cringed.

"Liar," Tyler chuckled. I held my shoulder as Tyler wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me stand up. With his arms still wrapped around me, he led me to his truck.

"Just take me inside," I objected. "My dad can. . ."

"I'm taking you to the hospital, Y/N," he cut me off. It was then that I saw how worried and freaked out he looked.

I don't think I've ever seen him look like this.

That's why I let him put me in his truck. We didn't talk as he drove. Every once in a while, he'd look over his shoulder at me.

"I'm fine," I whispered.

"It looks bad," he mumbled.

"I've been kicked by a horse before," I shrugged, instantly gasping in pain when I did. My gasp made Tyler's head snap toward me. 

"When?" He demanded.

"When I was little," I stuttered. "I broke my arm and collarbone."

"And you still train horses?!"

"You run into storms. . ." I said but didn't finish.

"Well," he scoffed, "I'd stop if. . ."

He didn't finish. He's never talked about stopping chasing twisters before.

"What?" I gently asked. "What would make you stop chasing?"

"If someone I loved got hurt." He said, slowly looking at me. My heart jumped into my throat when his eyes glanced down at my shoulder. We drove the rest of the way in silence. 

As soon as we walked into the hospital, nurses ran toward me and ushered me away from Tyler. I looked over my shoulder and saw him nervously run his fingers through his hair.

About an hour later, I was patched up and was able to go home. I walked into the waiting room to see Tyler sitting down, focused on his hands, which never seemed to stop moving. He looked up, instantly jumping when his eyes landed on me.

"Y/N," he gasped, running to me. He gently grabbed my arms, rubbing them as he scanned me. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," I tried to reassure him. 

"What can I do?" He asked, his eyes soft.

"You can take me home," I said softly. 

"I can do that," he said, visibly relaxing. Tyler grabbed my uninjured arm, instantly intertwining our fingers.

Without another word, Tyler led us to his truck. As he drove me home, my adrenaline finally wore off and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up a few minutes later to Tyler gently tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Hi," he whispered when my eyes fluttered open. "We're home."

He helped me out of the car but didn't stop there. He led me into my house and all the way up to my room. I smiled as he helped me into my bed and pulled the blanket up to my waist.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked.

"I'm okay," I smiled. I laughed when he fixed the pillow behind me. 

"I can get you some pain medication. Or some food. Or another blanket," he listed off.

"I'm fine, Ty."

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" He asked, studying me as he gently sat on the edge of my bed.

"You could stop chasing those damn tornados," I mumbled. His eyes sank.

"Y/N. . ."

"You could stop risking the life of the man I. . ."

"The man you. . ." 

"My best friend," I corrected. "The life of my best friend."

I dropped my sentence when he scooted toward me.

"Just the life of your best friend?" He asked, his voice light as he started to lean in. 

"Who else. . ."

His face was inches from mine. "Could it be that you want me to stop risking the life of the man you love?" He asked, his breath hitting my face.

"I'm not. . ." I stuttered.

"It would be okay," he smiled, "because I'd hate to hurt the woman I love."

"The woman you love?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

"The woman I love," he nodded. I gasped when he delicately pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my good arm around his neck, pulling him closer as I kissed him back. We both smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I didn't think about the repercussions of making this jump with him. All I could think about was how right this felt. I let out a small moan as he slowly laid us down, him hovering over me. We broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"Tyler," I whispered, "I know you love chasing storms but. . . I can't lose the man I love."

"You won't," he said, getting serious. "I promise, Y/N. You will not lose me."

"Can't you just stay here and continue helping my dad on the farm?" I offered teasingly. 

"As much as I would love that," he chuckled as he gently got off me. He didn't continue until he pulled me into his arms and leaned us against my headboard. "I mean it, darling. I would love to stay here, work for your dad, and start a life with you. But. . ."

"But I can't ask you to walk away from your dream," I finished for him. "I understand, Ty."

"Thank you," he said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"That doesn't mean that I'm suddenly okay with you chasing storms and putting yourself in danger."

"I know," he chuckled. "I meant it earlier, baby. I am careful. My team and I are really good at what we do. We have all these emergency systems and back-up plans. We are as careful as we can possibly be."

I slowly sat up and looked at him. "You promise?" I asked, my voice soft. Tyler gently grabbed my chin and pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss with a smile instantly on his face.

"I promise, gorgeous," he whispered, still holding my face. "I will always come home to you."

Masterlist

[celestialysth]

Hi omg okay so please ignore this if any part of this is uncomfortable for you

Is there anyway you could write bff!Wooyoung texting you after a bad day at work and when he gets home you're already there with a bunch of snacks and his favorite blanket, ready to let him talk/cuddle/cry with you until he is laughing with a big goofy smile on his face?? 😭

bad day | wooyoung request.

➵ pairing ; bff!wooyoung x reader

➵ genre ; fluff

➵ word count ; 1.1K

➵ warnings ; none

➵ author's note ; i love, love, love writing fluff!! thank you for being my first request. i really hope this lives up to your expectations ❥

wooyo [4:59]

what’s stopping me from screaming

i’m about to lose my mind

i hate this place

his messages continue piling in, an endless variety of complaints and colorful language lace each new text that arrives. you watch. he shows no signs of slowing down, so you allow him the space to vent, worried about what’s gotten the usually cheerful wooyoung so upset.

it’s not until a few minutes later, his venting ceases.

wooyo [5:06]

so how was your day lol

you don’t respond right away. allowing yourself enough time to thoroughly read all that he had sent. the three dots appear on screen to show he’s typing before quickly disappearing. you wait a moment longer, though another message doesn’t come through.

you [5:10]

what happened?

wooyoung reads it right away. he starts to respond before thinking twice. you wait patiently for what he has to say, then before long, his text arrives.

wooyo [5:14]

can i call you?

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a simple “what’s going on” was all it had taken for wooyoung to unleash the anger and frustration that had been brought on due to his boss. you had listened intently, offering support when there was a lull in conversation, assurance when it was needed. he had poured out his heart in a way you had rarely seen before eventually sighing, thanking you for listening while simultaneously apologizing.

after reminding him you’ll always be there, that’s what best friends are for, wooyoung had sighed again before dismissing himself. you think he had said something about finishing last minute assignments, but you were too far gone – lost in thought of how to turn his day around.

and fortunately, you have a key to his apartment.

you snatch your purse from the counter and step into a pair of shoes after he hangs up. wooyoung never mentioned how much work he has left, though you know that it’s at least half an hour from his job to his apartment. you’re able to make a quick stop at the store to gather his favorite snacks. as you’re leaving with the bags hanging off your arm, you place an online order for the restaurant that’s become a hot spot for the two of you.

it’s a little busy when you arrive. a small handful of people are in line before you, making you a bit anxious, but the line moves along steadily. one person lingers when it comes to order, but fortunately, another worker approaches the second register to take your order.

when you give them your name, they move to where the mobile orders wait to grab yours. you thank them with a massive smile and are on your way. all while the customer in front of you still struggles to decide on a dish.

his apartment is silent when you arrive. you breathe a sigh of relief and set everything you’d brought on the counter. another text from wooyoung comes through at that exact moment.

wooyo [6:02]

i can’t wait to rot in bed when i get home

you [6:03]

how much longer until then?

he answers that he’s 15 minutes away, unaware of what’s waiting for him at home. you dart into his room and grab his favorite blanket. your heart starts to race, afraid you won’t have enough time to finish everything. time seeming to move faster in your panic.

you toss the blanket onto the couch. you retreat to the kitchen and start to dig the snacks out, bringing them into the living room to set on the coffee table. all that’s left is to unpack the meal you had brought, but as you start doing that, the front door clicks as it opens.

wooyoung heaves a loud sigh as he enters his apartment. it’s cut short, possibly noticing your shoes,  then he’s calling out for you. with a smile, you follow his voice. “surprise!” you exclaim, greeting him with a hug. 

“what’re you doing here?” he asks. but he hugs you back, squeezing you tightly. “not that i’m upset. i just wasn’t expecting this.”

you start to smirk, “that was the plan.” wooyoung pulls away, playfully rolling his eyes and causing you to laugh. “i wanted to surprise you. i thought it would be nice to show up with your favorite snacks and food, maybe vent a little more about work to ease the stress.”

wooyoung visibly relaxes. a soft, gentle smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and his eyes shine. “i like that idea,” he states. “come on, i’m starved.” you follow him into the kitchen. wooyoung starts to dig the food out of the brown bag, then the two of you bring it into the living room. he sets what’s in his hands on the coffee table beside the snacks before taking a seat. smiling, you copy him. wooyoung looks to you with an even bigger smile on his face. “i really appreciate this. this was very nice of you.”

“of course, that’s what best friends are for.”

he’s the first to dig in. you watch him, content, happy that it already seems like a load of stress has been lifted from his shoulders. 

after dinner, the two of you find a seat on the couch. wooyoung snatches the blanket and makes himself comfortable, then welcomes you under. he pulls you into his arms and relaxes into the cushion. “i hope you’re feeling better,” you comment.

“a little,” he admits. “i’m just so frustrated i have to go back tomorrow.”

you coax him into opening up again. it doesn’t take much for wooyoung to launch into another rant, though this time, the frustration is enough to bring him to tears. he angrily wipes his eyes. wooyoung stops venting to instead groan. one that you recognize as being upset with himself.

“it’s alright,” you assure. “let it out, woo. that was really horrible of your boss. he shouldn’t have been so cruel towards you, and there’s nothing wrong with expressing how you feel.” wooyoung wipes at his tears, but a few more drip down his cheeks.

he scoots closer to you, hugging you a little tighter. “thank you,” wooyoung murmurs. “i really appreciate all of this. this was the worst day of work ever, and you really made it so much better.” you start to smile, unable to resist how big it’s threatening to grow. but wooyoung chuckles softly. his own face mirroring yours, and after seeing him look so broken and defeated, there’s nothing that makes you happier than seeing his big, beautiful smile in its place.

“anything for you,” you answer. “and i mean that wholeheartedly.”

[halfway-happyyy]

My Sun, My Moon, and All of My Stars {Mikey Berzatto}

summary: recalling the first time you and mikey met results in lots of soft feelings.

warnings: none. cotton candy clouds of fluff.

pairings: mikey berzatto x female reader

an: listen people. i've visited chicago in january. i said what i said, and i will die on that hill. happy reading!

You’d be hard-pressed to find a more miserable place than Chicago in the winter. 

The wind and the cold found creative ways of settling into your bones, often staying there until the May thaw occurred, and even then… Well, even then it wasn’t always enough to drive the chill away for good. While you loved the city's aged and gothic architecture, the inherent gloom that pervaded it tended to follow you around like a specter or an old friend. January wasn't entirely blameless in all of this, either. A month that held only thirty-one days often felt like it dragged on for thirty-one years. And yet, you could never fully bring yourself to loathe the first month of the calendar year, because on the 17th day of it, you met Mikey Berzatto for the first time- and suddenly, winter didn’t seem so awful after all.

“On a scale from one to that time you had to hide in the bar bathroom until I could rescue you, how bad was it?” 

You fiddled with the zipper on the front of your jacket, replaying the night’s mostly disastrous second date, and sighed. “Definitely not that bad.” 

“I mean, you did technically get a Michelin-star meal out of it, so it wasn’t all a complete write-off.” Your best friend Olivia pointed out, and then asked whether you wanted to go home and pound back a pint of frozen custard, or if you were still hungry. 

You eyed the green glowing digits of the clock on her car, which read ‘8:07 P’ and shifted in your seat. “Still hungry.” 

“Perfect,” She cast a smile your way and slid the car into drive. “I know just the place.”

You had been expecting Portillo's or something similar, but when she parked in behind the Original Beef of Chicagoland, you were dubious. 

“I know, I know. But Benny took me here two weeks ago, and when I tell you I’ve been thinking about this sandwich every day since, I’m not lying.” She led you by the hand to the front door, holding it open for you so that you could wander in first. “I mean, they say you know you’re in love when you go to bed and wake up thinking about the same thing, and for me that’s the italian beef here so, pretty self-explanatory I guess…” Her voice became drowned out in the din of the still-bustling restaurant. 

It was chaotic to say the least; a complete assault on the senses. Noise seemed to clamour out of every corner of the small establishment, and somehow the thing that hooked you in the most was the pervasive scent of onions frying in fat on the flattop. Though the restaurant was only open for another hour, it was packed inside, and there was a line-up at the takeout window that snaked around the back of the place.

“Jesus Christ, someone ask for mayonnaise one more fuckin’ time, I’m beggin’ for it. Watch what’ll happen!” A tall, short-haired man yelled loudly, causing peels of laughter to erupt from the line cooks behind the busy counter. The sheer size of his grin, paired with the way his blue eyes glittered merrily, told you that the man was exactly where he was supposed to be in life.

“Order up for Peter! Peter, Peter pumpkin eater! Your orders’ up!” 

“Nikki, come get your order, mama!”

“Got one hot and sweet and one dog comin’ up!” 

Olivia tugged at your sleeve and gestured to the menu. “You wanna get the same thing as me?” 

You nodded, at an entire loss of what else to say, and knowing wholeheartedly that she would never lead you astray anyway.

“Good evening ladies, how are you both on this fine, Friday night?” 

Olivia grinned at the man and rubbed her hands together in excitement. “We’re much better now that we’re here, thank you.” 

The man laughed at that. “Excellent, that is good to hear. What can I get for ya?” 

She ordered two original beef’s and two cokes to stay and told you to grab a table in the quieter section of the restaurant while she waited for the food. While the back room wasn’t necessarily quieter, there were only two other tables occupied, and you settled into a seat by the wall of vintage arcade games.

“Wow, you are uh… you’re awfully dressed up for a trip to the Original Beef.” 

His voice had caught your attention first; the timbre of it immediately soothing in comparison to the chaotic din around you. And then you glanced up at him and it was all over before it had even really begun. His smile was so warm and inviting, the complete opposite of the one you had just spent all evening with, and it caused your breath to hitch in your throat. Delicate creases next to his dark brown eyes spoke novels of how much time he spent laughing, and it was all you could do to keep from blushing.

“I'm sorry, I mean no disrespect, you look amazing. I think it’s been so long for most of us that we forget what it’s like when a beautiful woman graces us with her presence around here.” 

Where it might have been off-putting in any other instance, or from any other man, you found yourself blossoming under the sunlight he shone above you. 

“I uh… just came out of a date, actually,” Your tone was sheepish, but you managed to maintain eye contact with him. “We were at Alinea.” 

His dark brows furrowed together in a mild frown. “Alinea, Alinea… why do I know that name? So damn familiar.”

You tilted your head to the side. “It’s a Michelin star restaurant downtown, super fine dining.”

His eyes lit up and his mouth dropped open in a silent, a-ha! 

“My baby brother, he’s a chef. Super talented, annoyingly so, ya know? I can't get him to shut up about Alinea.” Silence settled between the pair of you before he asked how it was. 

Your eyes widened, and you blew out a puff of pent-up air. “It was uh… an interesting experience, to say the least.” 

He nodded and sat down at the table opposite you. “And the date?” 

You laughed. “The date sucked.” 

He clicked his tongue, and shook his head. “Onto bigger and better things, then hm?”

“How’s your night going?” You asked, by way of wanting to change the subject.

He rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed. “Eh, it’s been a night, I’ll tell ya that much.. But it’s been good. Certainly better now,” He leaned towards you with his hand outstretched. “I’m Mikey Berzatto, by the way.” 

You took his warm hand in yours and introduced yourself back. It had been on the tip of your tongue to say something else, but just as you were about to, Olivia wandered into the room balancing a tray full of mouth-watering food.

“Richie gave you yours on the house, on account of this being your first time here!” She exclaimed excitedly. 

Mikey’s eyes widened, and a warm smile lifted his lips skyward. “First time here, huh?” 

“First time for everything, right?” 

“Mikey, we need your ass out here now! This fuckin’ pop machine ain’t gonna fix itself!” 

He rolled his eyes and rose from the table with a quiet apology. “You ladies need anything- anything at all, come find me.” 

He gave you a small wave and stepped into the main room. 

“How many times do I gotta tell you fuckers not to yell all the damn time, huh?” 

Olivia turned to you, a familiar mischievous glitter blazed in the depths of her eyes. “Okay, he was cute.”

You shrugged, unwrapped half of the sandwich and took a bite, savouring the flavours on your tongue. While you had been used to your best friend’s antics and dramatic flare for a while now, it became apparent immediately that she was absolutely right about this place. You swallowed your first bite and gawked at her, eyes wide. 

“Oh, I know. This place is legendary.” 

You ate your meal in silence, and pondered over how lucky you were to have Olivia in your life; someone you could call night or day, that would get you out of a bind, no problem. You hoped with every fibre of your being that she felt the same about you. 

“I owe you one for tonight, Liv.” You murmured. 

That caused a frown to pull the edges of her mouth downward. “You definitely don’t. But you do owe it to yourself to get back on the horse, so I think you should ask Mikey out.” 

“Ha! You’re joking.” 

She passed a napkin over her mouth and shook her head. “Not at all. Tell him we’re going to Kingston Mines tomorrow night and see if he wants to meet us there.” 

It had taken you until the end of the meal to pluck up enough courage to do as you were told. Mikey was at the other end of the room stocking napkins when you approached him. 

“So, your first time. How was it?” 

You cleared your throat. “Uh, it was incredible. You won't be able to keep me away, from now on."

Mikey’s laughter, and the small smile that followed it, warmed the ice around your heart, and gave you the confidence you needed to continue on. “Hey listen- Olivia and I are headed to Kingston Mines tomorrow night for drinks, and I was wondering if you’d like to join us?” 

Mikey’s smile faltered slightly. “Uh- shit, tomorrow night?” 

You nodded. 

“I’m stuck here tomorrow night, until 11 at least but-

You shook your head. Of course he was. He owned the place.

“No problem, I totally get it.” 

He shook his head. “No, what I’m saying is that I’d like to come. I want to. I can be there around 11:15 if that works?” 

Holy shit. 

“Yeah, that absolutely works.” 

Mikey grinned to himself and reached out to take your hand again. “It’s a date, then.” 

~

Mikey’s eyes opened, and a small smile lifted the corners of his lips. 

“What's goin' on in that beautiful head of yours, baby? You’re lookin’ at me like I hung the moon.” 

You brought the back of his tanned hand to your lips and kissed it. “Because you did. You hung my moon.” He leaned in to your touch, craving more of it always. “I’m thinking about the night we first met.” 

“A good night indeed. I’ll never forget the way you looked in that dress and your leather jacket,” He chuckled softly, the sound of it reverberating deep in your chest. “Never forget the stones you had, asking me out the way you did.”

A blush flooded the apples of your cheeks. You traced a fingertip down the length of his uneven nose, and marveled at how he smiled into your touch. 

“You know I love you, right, Mikey?”

He pressed his lips to your hand and murmured an almost inaudible, I know, baby. 

He tapped your hip twice, a silent command for you to turn around and snuggle back against him, which you did. Your favourite part about being with him like this, was that you were so close you could feel the subtle beat of his heart against your shoulder blade. 

“Mikey?” 

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear. “Yeah, baby?”

You swallowed hard and wrapped a hand around his forearm. “Never leave, okay?” 

He hummed softly against the nape of your neck.

“Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together, okay? Just please stay.” 

Pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he agreed. 

“I love you, Mikey.” 

I love you, I love you, I love you. 

“Love you too, baby.” 

[overnightheartbeats]

"Okay, but wasn't that like, not your choice?" Ezekiel did remember the early days, Nate being so gloomy all the time. It took so long to see him crack a genuine smile. "Hm, yeah understandable. I mean, you know me, I'm always on the side of doing the best thing for you, not for others. But, this is your place - makes sense you want to leave it in capable hands." And, after hearing a bit about all the things he wanted to make better, it made sense that he was so determined. It seemed like his mom had gone a bit overboard. Seeing his friend's smile, he just rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, so funny. But, hey see that's what I like to hear. Yes, we'll get you that closure one way or another. The bucket list will do that for you."

Ezekiel could only shrug because he was just speculating. He couldn't assert anything one way or another. Still, guessing was never a terrible idea. "Okay true that. If he didn't like you dating his daughter, then yeah he could've said something. Then again, I don't know. I'd be afraid to tell my boss anything like that, could lose my job like that. Dude, who isn't afraid of your mom? No offense." He had only met her a handful times, and she was nice enough, but he could see the slight fear portion. Still, it was interesting knowing that the girl's dad knew the letter's content. That seemed like a big thing to keep from someone. "Well, you sent your ex-girl on a mission to find out what happened to that letter, so who knows? You might find out years later, aunque no venga al caso. Ay, uh huh not a thing anymore, but doesn't mean you wouldn't want to. I saw you guys dancing last night, looked like a very intriguing blend of fun and awkward. Never before seen, almost made me believe in love," he added sarcastically, though his humor just spilled right through.

Oh. Maybe bad time to bring up the dancing last night, that sounded rougher than expected. To not see someone the same way. "That sounds right. I mean, haven't seen each other in years. I have cousins I see more often y every time I see them, they're completely different. But, not caring, well that comes with a lot of time and what's that one expression?" His favorite one, a motto that ironically carried him through boarding school. "Oh yeah, un clavo saca otro clavo. You'd care less if you were busy elsewhere. Would make working together more bearable."

Seeing Nate's smile tug on his lips, Zeke figured his expression might've already been at work. "Hung up on an ex, check. That's both of you, what's the harm in a little rebound thing? Yeah, she sounds like a hoot." Another sarcastic comment considering Zeke barely knew anything about her, but Nate always had an amusing note about her. He followed through the gate he was led, finding the trip to be peaceful despite the intriguing conversation they had going. "For what it's worth, it doesn't sound like a rebound thing, if you can leave your ex behind and maybe her too. At least you're both familiar with the starting point. Or, just something super casual, which is the more fun option anyway."

Would he ever leave, now that was the question. "Technically I did leave once before. I want to get the hacienda up and running before I actually leave it in the hands of someone who knows it as much as I do." That was his entire thing, he agreed to come back if he could make it his own. Keep it running and change whatever his mom had ruined. "Well, I was born here." A smile shot at him as he continued. "But, I get what you mean. I told you once I wanted closure. To finally move on from her. If this is what it takes then, let's get our bucket list done." He rolled his eyes as he threw him a leaf. "That's what I like to hear."

"He was one of the main ones around here. I feel like he was afraid of my mom. I don't blame him but wish he'd been honest with me. If he also thought his daughter and I shouldn't have dated then he should have spoken up. Not continue the lie that told her that he approved if he didn't." Liars never bodded well with him. He hated that as much as fake people. It wasn't often Zeke made sense but now he brought up good points. "He knew what the letter held. But who knows what he did with it. Probably no viene al caso now since ivette and I aren't a thing anymore."

"I wish I didn't care though. Take a page from her book. I don't blame her. I don't see her as a villain but I just don't see her the same way anymore." That hurt to say as he lead them out into the field. "Now we have to work together. The pen pal," he couldn't help the smile. "She's something else. Like a breath of fresh air. I like talking to her. But she's so hung up on her ex. I don't want to be a rebound to her."

[darkpuppysuit]

Hoping against Hope

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Hybrid control, poaching, mentions of blood, hybrid on human beating, mentions of abuse.

A/n: Hey hi how are ya? I know- I know I haven't really given much of an update for a while but I wanted to give y'all some back story to the hybrid boys since you already know most of Y/n's backstory. So this is Namjoon's backstory- will be doing Seokjin next and as the guys are introduced through each backstory I'll do theirs next! At least that's how I have it set up in my brain anyway.

Enjoy!

Kim Namjoon was born a wild grey wolf he was born to loving parents who had fled their owners for a better chance out in the wilderness. Now they hadn't expected Namjoon to come out as soon as he did but they made due with what they had and made an old cave their home. Classic wolves I know but there's a reason for that- this cave was not that far from a human park. 

When Namjoon turned five he had discovered the human park and longed to play with the kids who were around his age but one thing made him stand out from all the rest- he had wolf ears and a tail that had a mind of it's own when he got nervous or flustered. His parents told him to never go near that park again that all humans were bad and would hurt Namjoon if they saw him.

And after that single day he didn't go back- he stayed at the den most of the time or walked around the dense woods to occupy his free time when his mother wasn't teaching him to read or write. Despite the lack of materials his mother always found a way to teach him something- even his father helped.

He taught Namjoon how to shift into his wolf form- how to hunt and how to fish but he also gave him street lessons if anything should happen because his father has seen a lot of poachers and hybrid control out and about around their territory. 

Three years would pass and even during his lessons his mind always drifted back to that human park- he was taught to hate humans his whole life but there was just that sense of longing to belong somewhere that made the wolf hybrid- wish he had a human

A nice one of course one that would play with him and maybe go fishing with him during the summer time. But his parents warnings always interrupted those little day dreams of his.

One day in particular when Namjoon couldn't stop himself from thinking about the human park he snuck out of the den late afternoon and made his way towards the human park but something stopped him in his tracks that made his fur stand on end.

It was laughter- a childlike giggle that made Namjoon pause and deviate from the normal path to the park. He took a sharp right a little ways from a walking trail humans often took either on foot or on bikes- then there it was again but louder.

He could make out it was a little girl with how his ears twitched at the high pitch of the laughter- it wasn't unpleasant more like a happy hum that made his ears tingle with excitement as he got closer and closer when finally- he saw her, the source of the laughter.

It was indeed a little girl and she had on purple striped overalls with cute little characters on her pockets, a pink t-shirt underneath, her hair in little pigtails and little black shoes with cute pink frilly socks. The sight of her was enough to steal Namjoons breath away- her smile was so bright, her hair seemed so glossy and soft he just wanted to reach out and touch it but he held back.

Namjoon took two steps back when he stepped on a branch and snapped it. The little girl turned on a swivel and made direct eye contact with Namjoon causing him to freeze ramrod stiff his fur bristled as his eyes blew wide for the need to run- to avoid the awkward interaction completely but he couldn't move, he was stuck.

"Oh hi! I didn't know someone else was out here!"

The little girl laughed and smiled at him- her smile reached all the way to her eyes turning them into small crescents. Only eight years old and Namjoon knew he had found a potential mate- he could feel it in his bones- the only thing he wasn't expecting was feeling that type of pull to a human.

Out of all the different species his first potential mate had to be a human? Namjoon couldn't believe it- it felt as though whatever god was playing with him wanted him to be alone forever and living with his parents! What the hell?

"Hey are you okay? Where's your mommy and daddy?"

The little girl asked curiously with her hands behind her back and a look of concern on her face. She was genuinely hoping she didn't have to bring him to her dad because he was hybridphobic and her mom wasn't with them today, she was at work. Namjoon shook his head making his ears loosen and flop around on his head.

"I'm fine I just- there's never anyone out here but me. I guess you just caught me off guard." He says somehow calm. "What's your name? How old are you?" He asked the little girl, she looked younger than him from what he could tell. The strange little girl pretended to think for a moment before answering. "I'm Y/n M/n Fontana! I'm five!" Y/n says proudly with her sweet, sweet giggle. "What's your name?" She asks and holds out her hand for him to shake.

What was his name? 

"I'm uh- Kim... uhm..."

"Your a boy why is your name Kim?"

"No no that's my last name- my first name is Namjoon- Kim Namjoon."

"Oh, okay... Why is your last name in front?"

Oh good gods did she have so many questions that had to be answered right away like- where Namjoon came from, where he lived, if she could touch his ears or his tail- reaching out for his tail at least twice before she even asked.

Namjoon was in awe of her simple curiosity- the way Y/n would always catch herself before she did anything she thought would make him uncomfortable- her soft voice when she spoke to him or asked about his hybrid nature- the way her eyes seemed to shine against the setting sun making her look even more beautiful- just everything about her was- Namjoon didn't know how to explain it because even he couldn't put it into words.

Okay hold up- I get where you're coming from- Namjoon is eight and Y/n is five- you might be asking how does someone fall so hard at such a young age? Well, given Namjoon is a wild wolf hybrid and much like other hybrids too- he feels things more intensely than humans do. Which means the instinctive pull he feels for the five year old female is more of a calling to him- a call he can't quite ignore, then again why would he want to?

Weeks would pass after their first meeting and Namjoon had never felt more alive than he did when he was with Y/n. They would play by the creek when she came to the park to look for him or sometimes they would just sit and talk about the most random stuff.

Like how Y/n had gotten a new doll for her birthday a few days ago one that she carried everywhere with her- she had told him how she wanted to be a mother- kind sweet loving and understanding just like her own mother.

Namjoons heart ached for her because if he could he'd give her as many children as she wanted- hybrid, human it didn't matter, Namjoon would find a way to give her anything she ever needed- if only the life he wanted to give her was within his grasp.

Today, they were playing by the creek again laughing and having a good time together- Namjoon would splash her with the water and she'd chase after him and tackle him to the ground in a fit of laughter then he'd kiss her cheek and make her blush like mad.

God those were the days- two kids having the time of their lives together- Namjoon would steal glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking admiring her with a heart he was ready to give her if she ever asked for it and if not well, Namjoon was willing to be whatever Y/n needed him to be as long as he got to be a part of her life.

But like most sun shining good times all things must come to an end and things came crashing down around Namjoon in the worst way possible.

Namjoon had told his parents about Y/n telling them that he had found his first mate and that she was human. He thought for a moment that his parents would be happy that he had found a mate so early on in life but they were the complete opposite.

His mother kept a close eye on him most days and the other days his father would take him in the opposite direction of the park and creek. It would be years before he even saw Y/n again and when he did his blood boiled.

She was curled up in a ball sitting next to the creek sniffling and crying stirring the water with a random stick- she had bruises on her skin and a busted lip with dried blood on it. She was beaten for the first time by her father a few months after her mother died in a fatal car crash that took her mother away from her.

She hugged her knees impossibly close to her chest trying to make herself as small as possible- who in the hell dared to lay a hand on his mate, Namjoon thought- what bastard was brave enough or cowardly enough to beat a little girl like this?

Namjoon shook his head trying to calm himself down and set his jaw and walked towards her making himself known so he didn't scare her. He shuffled his feet on the creek rocks and she turned around to face whoever was making the noise- her eyes were red and puffy from crying, a nasty bruise under her right eye, and a small cut along her neck. Namjoon nose flared and he clenched his jaw impossibly hard but when she started crying again his face fell into something softer more nurturing.

He fell forward to his knees in front of her and wrapped her into a tight hug and pet her hair letting her tears soak his shirt and her hands grasp at him like a lifeline. "Shh it's okay- let it all out princess. Nothings gonna harm you- not while I'm around." He cooed at her petting her hair and rubbing soothing circles onto her back holding her impossibly tight.

They stayed there for at least an hour until her cries finally stopped and her body quit trembling. Y/n leaned back from him and looked up at him with glassy eyes. "Thank you wolfie- I needed that." She sniffled and wiped her eyes free of tears giving him a small smile- Namjoon watched her collect herself admiring her strength at only ten years old. "Y/n what happened? You look like someone put you through the wringer." Now, Namjoons question was blunt and to the point but he needed to know- he needed to know exactly who put their hands on his mate so he could rip them a new asshole- or worse.

Y/n's eyes widened and she turned away from him and sat back on her ass away from him and curled into a ball once again. "I can't tell you- he said he'd hurt me again if I told anyone." She mumbled from behind her knees hugging them tightly as if she could just vanish if she coiled into a ball tight enough.

Namjoons heart broke in that moment- his mate the love of his life the girl he's supposed to protect- is broken to the point she couldn't even tell him, her wolfie- who had beat her so badly. Namjoon didn't want to push her when she so obviously didn't want to talk about it but just as he opened his mouth to speak an angry drunken shout bounced off the trees and out into the open air of the creek.

"Y/n M/n Fontana! You get your ass over here now little lady- and you! You fucking freak get away from my daughter!" Y/n's father screamed and she instantly stood and walked to her father leaving Namjoon kneeling on the ground. Her father reached his hand back and slapped Y/n across the face causing her to fall to the ground. "I told you not to run off you stupid girl! What are you looking at you abomination?" Namjoons blood boiled to the point all he saw was red- he snarled at her father and lunged at him tackling him to the ground and started punching and hitting the drunken fool like a man possessed. In a way he was possessed- possessed by the need to defend and protect his mate from any and all harm.

Y/n screamed and shouted at Namjoon to get off him but he didn't hear her, he couldn't- too consumed by the rage and anger to hold a single rational thought. He didn't snap out of it until Y/n started pulling on his arm begging and pleading for him to stop. "Kim Namjoon stop- stop please! This isn't you- stop it!" She sobbed still pulling on his arm to get the wolf off her father- Namjoons heart shattered at her tear stained face her pleading cracking voice and it was all because of him- all because he couldn't keep his anger in check.

Namjoon stood abruptly and took a few steps back wide eyed and terrified- terrified of himself and what he was truly capable of. He swallowed the lump in his throat his own tears threatening to fall as he watched Y/n help her father, the man he knew for a fact beat her, to his feet. "I- I'm sorry I didn't- I didn't mean to- go that far. Y/n please don't go- don't leave me please, you're all I have." He begged her not to leave- not to leave him but all he could do was watch the one woman he would ever love walk away from him- her scared tear stained face the last memory he would ever have of her.

As the years wore on Namjoon hardened his heart and steeled his mind in order to survive. He thought about Y/n constantly every little thing out in the woods reminded him of her- the old willow she used to try and climb- the old trail leading to the human park- and of course the creek. Fuck the creek- Namjoon would spend hours there- from morning to night mourning the loss of his first love.

He lost his parents to poachers- wild hybrid poachers- he remembered that night vividly. His mother had started running with him while his father fought the humans off with a feral ferocity that terrified even him. They ran and ran and ran until his mother couldn't run anymore and she fell to the forest floor- Namjoon had tried desperately to get her to her feet but she refused- told Namjoon to run and never look back. Of course he refused told her that he couldn't leave her like this when they heard a howl and then a gunshot.

They were silent for a mere moment before his mother got to her feet and started shoving Namjoon away silently shouting and yelling at him to go to run with tears spilling from her eyes as she turned and stood her ground against the humans who were only yards away by now- she looked back at her son for the last time to tell her she loved him and to go find her.

Namjoon turned tail and ran- he ran for his life until he made it to the city. The lights were too bright and the noise was way too fucking loud compared to the quiet days in the forest- the only sounds he used to hear were the chirping of birds and the flow of the creek. Namjoon was lost and scared shitless- his breathing was heavy as he spun around panicking trying to find a quiet place to go. 

He heard more shouting and it was two humans wearing hybrid control uniforms and were making a b-line straight for him. Namjoons eyes widened and he sprinted down a random alleyway behind him searching for anywhere his big lumbering form could hide.

His eyes were wild as he ran for his life- he wasn't out of the woods yet and it terrified him- everything was too loud- too bright- too much for his senses and he was getting light headed when a hand appeared and pulled him into a tight confined space.

The two humans ran right past him and it took a minute for the wolf to catch his breath as he removed himself from the tight confines of the hiding spot some rando pulled him into. There was a low growl coming from the darkness and a pair of yellow glowing eyes being the only thing he could see but the moment he and the creature in the shadows locked eyes- he felt the same thing he felt with Y/n all those years ago.

Mate.

His wolf purred making Namjoons little hairs stand on end and it felt as though he could breath again. He still had a hole in his heart where Y/n should be but this creature- this hybrid- made his heart a little fuller. Hesitantly the large broad framed creature moved through the darkness with a feline prowess- then a man appeared.

He was tall and handsome with short shaggy dark brown hair, full lips, and the most beautiful round brown eyes- his clothes looked pretty, too tight and torn in some places. His black ears pinned back on his head and his tail wrapped around his waist out of fear.

"H- Hi..."

Oh his voice is like silk- Namjoon thought when he heard the hybrid talk the fur of his tail bristled and his body felt light as air as he stared at him.

"Hi uhm- what's your name?"

"Seokjin- Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin..."

Taglist: @meowforluv @moonxxlover @valpinkk @kiki-zb @danielle143 *Claps like a jester*

Tada! First back story finished! Do we see why Namjoon was the first to scent her and why he was thrown into his rut because of her? Broooooo- I've had this back story thing going on in the back of my head for a while! I just wasn't sure how to tackle it at first but @valpinkk bless their heart was a real peach!

As always let me know what you think and we'll be in touch!

[mythalism]

hmmm. thinking about how veilguard seems to subscribe more to the more traditional "video game as personal power fulfillment fantasy of heroism" than any other dragon age game, except perhaps origins, though origins does it more artfully.

[corviiids]

hello! how do you find consistent friends in fandom? as in, how do you find people who stick with you through different fandoms and listen and read your work. also, how long have you been writing for and how long did it take you to get so good at writing and character analysis.... your work is such an inspiration to me, genuinely one of my top 3 authors across ao3. i hope the writing goes well!

hey! this is really sweet, thank you very much for your lovely kind words. 💖

re: friendship: i don't mean to be a downer about this so i hope it doesn't come across this way, but i do think the concept of friends where you follow each other through all your fandoms and continue to read each other's work etc kind of... either doesn't exist or is just a rare phenomenon and not a 'type' of friend per se more than it is something that just happens out of luck. i am lucky enough to have friendships which have persisted through all of us changing fandoms, but the reason those friendships last is actually because we found connections that went beyond common interests. i think sharing a fandom/interest is great as an initial point of connection and a way to meet, but for a relationship to last, you need to have a deeper bond than both being into the same thing--so contrary to what you've asked about (oops sorry) those friendships im speaking of only last because we didn't follow each other into different fandoms, really. we didn't have to. along the same vein, i'd respectfully argue that it wouldn't be productive or fair of me to group 'reading my work' in as an element of friendship, so to speak--i definitely don't expect my friends to read my fic and vice versa, we all understand that we can support each other in our creative pursuits and lives in general / in the abstract without needing to be a fan of the same things or even necessarily being fans of each other's work (although of course it's always nice). i know this doesn't really answer your specific question but i hope it doesn't come across as pessimistic as it might sound. i truly and genuinely believe it's a positive thing that the idealised friendgroup traipsing through fandoms together doesn't really exist (or if it does exist, it's luck and not something to shoot for in itself), because this just tells me to look out for these great opportunities to form bonds that last beyond superficial interests.

in terms of how to make those friendships to begin with, im honestly even less help. my friendships kind of just happened to me. im actually quite terrible at reaching out to people and i am notoriously difficult to reach myself hahaha so honestly all the credit for my friendships goes to my friends for being patient and sticking with me despite that. i am honestly just very lucky in that i've been able to talk out loud into the void and have had wonderful people reach out to me because of it, but that's hardly a reliable strategy... i guess i'd encourage you to be more like my friends, who are the anime protagonists wielding the power of friendship to my prickly antagonist, or whatever. oh another thing to remember i guess is that some friendships just don't last this way and will stay within fandoms and may peter out, and that's ok. i don't consider those relationships less real or valuable for being less lasting.

re: writing: i want to caveat that i don't think i'm fairly able to say (or comfortable saying) that i'm particularly good at writing or character analysis, certainly not to an extent that i'd be willing to hold myself up as an example of it, but i really appreciate that you feel that way about my work and am incredibly honoured to be considered an inspiration in any capacity!!

with that disclaimer made, i'll do my best to answer for whatever it's worth. i've liked writing ever since i was a very little kid, but i will credit any actual progress i've made in developing the skill to writing fanfic because i think that being able to focus on building character and logical flow in plot progression over other things like creating characters, worldbuilding, inventing plots wholesale, etc--which has allowed me to sort of expedite those skills in particular and which i think are helpful in writing more broadly. (this also answers the 'character analysis' part specifically--when you don't have to/get to invent a character, you have to spend more time taking them apart.) anyway, i started writing fic about twelve or thirteen years ago, and there have been periods within that where i've progressed faster or slower depending what's going on in my life haha. i do think time played a massive role in any skill developments i've made, but i also know people take less time or more time to make similar progress (caveat again: progression is subjective, this is very approximate), so i think the other key ingredient besides time is engagement. if it's helpful, i went into that a little bit more here, but as stated i have a lot more to learn and would never present myself as an expert lol

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Part 28: Criminal

A March 2025 Hinny Microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband using Prompt 30

533 words (hopefully they make you smile as much reading them as they did me when I was writing them!)

All the March prompts that I write will be set in the same universe as, and form a prequel to, this fic.

Fair warning - it's going to be fluffy!

This little series has ended up with a lot more actual story than I expected, so if you'd like a bit more context to what's actually going on here, you might want to...

Read them all from the beginning on AO3

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Harry loves being an Auror. 

He knows it wouldn’t be for everyone, but it leans into everything Harry loves best about being Harry Potter—quick thinking, solving mysteries, wands-out knock-down brawling with the bad guys (which he probably isn’t meant to actually enjoy, but he absolutely does), and when he’s done with the fighting, intimidating the ever-living shit out of the scum of wizard kind.

That isn’t to say that he loves every single second of it, of course; no one actually feels that about their job, do they? Today is a case in point, because it had included three of his least favourite things about being an Auror: court testimony, criminal defense lawyers and an absolute mountain of bloody paperwork.

Still, it’s over now. He’s installed on the sofa with Ginny curled up by his side. He is so pleased to be home. It’s still a novel feeling; he never felt this way about Grimmauld Place. Pleased to have left a crappy day at work behind him? Of course! But never actually happy to be at home.

He thinks he'd feel the same way even if Ginny hadn’t moved in with him, because Ty Môr is a very special place, but he’s well aware just how much more amazing it is for having her there with him.

She isn’t just his girlfriend; she’s his rock, his anchor, his wings and his salvation. 

He hopes that one day, sooner rather than later, she’ll be his wife. 

He’s been giving it a lot of thought recently, which is also novel, because getting married is another one of those ‘big, happy future’ things that he always thought would be off-limits to him. That’s not to say that he didn’t ever think about getting married in general, and to Ginny in particular, because he did; it’s just that it was always in the context of torturing himself that it would never happen, rather than actually imagining if it did.

All that changed, in the blink of an eye, on the day that they moved in—or more specifically, when Molly and Arthur gave them the Potter Family clock.

The Potter Family.

He just loves the sound of that, more than he can possibly explain. For so long, the Potter Family has consisted solely and entirely of him. The idea of that not being the case seems both fantastical and irresistible.

He isn’t ready to ask her.

Not yet

Not quite.

But he will. And soon. 

He just needs to sort out a ring, and work out how to ask her, and then he’s going to do it.

He thinks she’ll say yes. In fact, he’s almost positive she’ll say yes. There’s just that tiny little bit of doubt, burrowing its way through his brain, telling him that happy endings are for other people, making him wonder what will happen if she says no. It’s a scary thought.

It might have been enough to put him off, but Harry knows better than anyone that bravery isn’t about not being scared, it’s being scared and doing it anyway, because there really isn’t any other option, is there?

So, he’s going to channel all his Gryffindor bravery and ask her.

Soon.

[heartslobbf]

heterophobic nanami real

[ID: two screenshots from 'revolutionary girl utena' of nanami and touga standing in the rose garden. nanami imploringly clings to touga, who stands stiffly with his face obscured from the audience. in the first screenshot, nanami says: 'i know i have to accept that you go out with girls.'

in the second screenshot, nanami continues: 'but don't go out with a girl like her!' /end ID]

[thefirstknife]

rip gambit you will be missed 😔

Don't even know what to say tbh.

For those that don't know, the big State of the Game article came out detailing incoming changes and adjustments and all the big stuff. Gambit was mentioned! But at what cost. Basically, they are ceasing any kind of support for Gambit. What we have now is what it is. We will get the Dreaming City map back in TFS and they will add Shadow Legion and Lucent Hive as enemy factions in TFS. That's all.

Full text:

As many of you have noticed, we’ve been quiet on Gambit since last year’s overhaul that launched alongside The Witch Queen. In that revamp, the team made significant changes across five categories in Gambit: core activity fundamentals, Primeval tuning, invasions, ammo economy, and rewards. Unfortunately, these updates didn’t move the needle for player engagement. Although we know our Gambit fans mostly care about new or returning maps, this is an area of the game with lower engagement that would take resources away from more popular parts of the game to shore up.   While we don’t have plans to dedicate more resources to significantly transform Gambit, we do have a few updates planned for the year of The Final Shape. These include porting the Cathedral of Scars map and its beautiful Dreaming City setting into the latest version of Destiny 2, as well as adding the Shadow Legion and Lucent Hive enemy types. 

I don't know how to tell you this Bungie, but the reason "engagement is low" in Gambit is because Gambit sucks. Ever since half of it was removed with DCV, it just sucked. It has no variety, the gameplay is largely busted, it's not sufficiently updated, ammo changes suck, invasion cycle sucks (why is the enemy even getting a portal when their Primeval is at 5% health and the other team is still in mote collecting phase is beyond me), there are no cool armour sets to chase (just look at Iron Banner and Trials stuff, imagine dedicated cosmetics) and finally there are simply no weapons that are worth anything. Both Vanguard and Crucible have more weapons and also adept versions. There is zero reason to go into Gambit without major changes to Gambit. And now with the further changes to how playlists and challenges will work, there will be even less reason to go into Gambit. Observe:

Before then, we’re making Gambit entirely optional to maximize your rewards unless you’re looking for a piece of gear that’s specific to the mode. Gambit will continue to serve as a source of Exotic engrams via weekly challenges, though as we mentioned above, you’ll be able to complete all your weekly challenges in any ritual you’d like starting in Season 22. If you want to stick to Vanguard or Crucible challenges without touching Gambit, now you can.  We’re also reducing the number of Gambit-specific Seasonal Challenges starting in Season 22, so players won’t need to bank motes to be able to earn that big purse of Bright Dust for completing nearly every challenge in the Season. Finally, we’re adding Fireteam Matchmaking to Gambit next Season, which will replace the Freelance node and should result in faster, better matchmaking by combining both Gambit playlists. We’ll keep an eye on reception and player engagement after these additions take place, and we hope you’ll visit ‘ol Drifter next Season to get your hands on his new Void Machine Gun. 

Ngl, but I don't think anyone besides like a total of 6 people will play Gambit next season. The incentive to go in there is completely removed. You won't even have to go in there for pinnacles or for challenges. The Void Machine Gun will not be enough of an incentive because the chance of that gun being better than two recently available craftable Void Machine Guns (Commemoration and Retrofit Escapade) is very low. And besides, once you get it at the end of your first match, you can leave Gambit forever.

This is the feedback loop that just reinforces the idea that people don't like Gambit. And I mean. Who would at this point. I'm pretty sure that if Crucible had stayed the same as it was at the start of Beyond Light, engagement would be low there too. But you know. Crucible has received major updates pretty much every season since with multiple new modes, several Trials overhauls, Iron Banner overhaul, competitive overhaul, new armours and weapons added and YES, even new maps. God forbid even 5% of these resources went into Gambit.

Anyway, this is the whole section about Gambit in 6500 words. It's basically a "you guys aren't playing this so we're doing the bare minimum of keeping it in the game as is, no new work will be done on it ever." Thanks I guess.

And for the record, something I also added while having a rant in my discord, I want to make it clear that I don't want anyone to spiral into a Bungie hate train. Even for this. I understand perfectly well what's the community attitude towards Gambit and what it's been for years now. People just don't like it and they're not incentivised to like it and they're actively encouraged to hate it. Spending resources into a game mode on the hope that maybe you can change people's minds would be insanity. Like, the amount of change Gambit would need to MAYBE start appealing to gamers would be beyond any reasonable time and resources Bungie can put in. And if you could guarantee that people would love and play Gambit then, fine. But you can't. Most likely, even if major changes happened, people would still just do their weekly stuff and bail. It's simply not worth it. In order for people to like it, it needs to be completely and thoroughly overhauled in a way that would need more time and effort than the entire Light subclass overhaul and it's just not a reasonable expectation, nor is it guaranteed to work. So I get it.

I'm still disappointed and annoyed about it because I believe it wasn't given a fair chance at all. I also know how good it can be and how Gambit Prime could've been improved upon over the years if they tried. Instead, it got removed and that was honestly the death sentence for Gambit. It's unfortunate. It's my favourite game mode that could've been so much better was it given even a fraction of attention of Crucible.

I'll still be playing it. You will find me in the Gambit queue waiting for 2 hours to find 7 other lunatics to play with, don't worry about it. But I'm absolutely incredibly sad about them being basically forced to axe the potential of the whole game mode that is incredibly creative and fits with the type of game Destiny is perfectly.

There's other interesting stuff in the article and some upcoming really cool improvements and changes to the game. But if you're a fan of Gambit in any capacity, this is a death certificate for the mode. I suggest coming to terms with it quickly because Bungie changing their minds about this is highly unlikely.

[fisherrprince]

did you hear that the newest movie confirmed kaishin cousins? most people have jumped ship because of it

yeah except I didn’t hear most people jumped ship, I heard most people straight up told gosho no you didn’t LMAO

[astro-b-o-y-d]

'Ace is justified in feeling hurt by the reveal that Levi never actually cared about him' and 'Honestly, I can understand Levi being stuck between a rock and a hard place when it comes to this situation he's probably had to experience a million times in his life'