#i could talk about that change forever tbh
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So I'm approaching 30 now, and have been very openly alterhuman irl for most of my adult life, and tbh was only ever on the fringes of the online community. I knew of it, I liked it, I identified with it, but it could never compare to, say, going to a pagan festival and getting fucked by Bast, or shitfaced with a White Bee Demon, or journeying with all my fellow Faeries.
My husband, who is a decade older than me, has never been a part of online spaces, but that doesn't mean they've never met other incarnates and nonhumans. In fact, their experiences are very far from it. And now with them and my wife, we have this fantastic, queer, pagan, nonhuman household that just oozes love and validation.
There is merit to online communities, but you're so right about why and when people may drift away. When I found I had a solid support system irl, it genuinely altered my support needs. Talking with strangers online was less satisfying, but just because it wasn't what I needed anymore.
I find the same thing in general pagan spaces. Online, the view of what support looks like changes constantly. What's totally accepted one day is suddenly the belief that gets you thrown under the bus the next (see: the current rejection of Astrology and various pagans saying things along the lines of "I may be pagan, but I'm not stupid and bad like they are!" There's always something like this.) But if you to an irl group or casual meet up or whatever, the differences of belief are embraced and celebrated. There's this respect than online identity politics aims to deny those who aren't fully studied on the current trends.
I particularly love how you talk on the changing language within the community, because that feels like such a uniquely online aspect of the whole thing. Irl you just say "I'm a faery actually" and people go oh okay, that's cool! And might ask you to tell them more. Definitely something I go on and on about forever.
Thank you for sharing this!
Greener Grasses and Fossilized Paw Prints: Where (and Why) the Greymuzzles Go
Author: Page Type: Essay Words: 1,229 Summary: Page's personal experience as an adult canine psychopomp, and how it applies to the dearth of older otherkin in general alterhuman community spaces. Answering the question of: where are all the older otherkin? And why do people always seem to eventually leave? Author's Note: The term "greymuzzle" is used within the scope of this essay's title to reference older otherkin who have been active in alterhuman spaces for extended periods of time (a nod to the word's original definition within furry spaces), and is not referring to greymuzzle's most frequent definition in alterhuman groups as a community-given term denoting an individual with noteworthy activity and contribution.
[Part of the Sol Systemâs Alterhuman Writing Project for 2024. If you donât want to see these posts, block the tag #inkedclaws]
When I was a young otherkin, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, I found it difficult to conceptualize why there was such a dearth of older community members, especially those 30 and above. I could understand the theoretics behind the disparity, of courseâ social media platforms, as we all know, tend to skew towards younger audiences due to generational differences in technological proficiency/preference. Established adults with working lives and families donât necessarily have the same amount of free-time that young adults or teenagers do, either. But even with all that taken into account, it seemed like the number of otherkin aged 13-21 in comparison to the number of otherkin aged 30+ was less a gradual decline and more an unfathomable chasm of difference. The community had been around for decades at that point, with plenty of ghost town groups and abandoned forums to demonstrate that fact⊠and unless the Veil was secretly age-restricted, those people hadnât up and disappeared into thin air. So where were people going? And, more importantly, why?
It was a question Iâd never been able to answer in a way that felt satisfactory as a teenager and later as a young adult. But now, feeling the call of the void myself, I finally do have an answer and an understanding that I never could have achieved five or ten years ago: why the fuck would I be online when I could be playing video games or having sex with my hot partners instead?
Itâs a crude and simplistic way to put it, but just hear me out. As an established adult, I have access to funds, stability, and freedom that I never had as a teenager or even as a young adult who still felt at the mercy of an uncaring universeâs slightest whims. My support systems in high school and college suffered from the same sort of financial and social precariousness that come with the territory of navigating the world as a young adult, but my support systems now are made up of other established adults; while Iâll never say that everything is always perfect for all of us, itâs much easier to get on your feet and stay on your feet when your arms are linked with people who are more firmly rooted in one way or another. I have access to a type of freedom that I could never have imagined as a teenager, because it was literally outside of the range of what was possible for me and my peers.
And more than just that freedom is the fact that I, as an adult, have a family! âHaving a familyâ has, in my experience, some shitty, heteronormative connotations. As a teen, I always took it at face value as juggling bills, kids, white picket fence, other boring responsibilities that eat up your time, etc. But as an adult, now I know that having a family can be anything you make of it, and I make it extremely, obnoxiously queer. In my case, itâs living with people who understand me on a deep, foundational level, and who love me not in spite of who I am but because of who (and what) I am. Itâs not passively being around those people; itâs actively, enthusiastically spending time with them because itâs fun and because I love them too and because theyâre my people and I picked them and they picked me. As a kid, Iâd never consciously recognized the difference between people youâre passively around because you have to be versus people you intentionally choose to be around and who intentionally choose you right back. In part, this is because as a kid you often donât get the option to make that choice, while as an adult you have more control over your environment. Too often online environments feel like the former, rather than the latter, even if being within them is, technically, a choice. But here, now, I have people in my household who will go out of their way to intersect their daily lives with mine and ask, âYou wanna walk to the park?â âYou wanna grab a coffee?â or âYou HAVE to see this YouTube essay Iâm watching and no I donât care that itâs 4 hours long on a topic you know nothing about, just trust me!!!!!â and thatâs such a radically different and wonderful experience.
As an adult, I live with a group of people who make being alive more fun than I could have ever imagined. I have the ability to make my own fun in ways I couldnât as a kid, for a variety of reasons. I donât have to feel like an anxious purse chihuahua 24/7, agonizing over my existence and every possible thing that is liable to go wrong if I frivolously spend money on so much of the thought of a hot coffee. And I finally, finally understand why older otherkin disappear off the face of the Earth. Itâs because being an adult nonhuman-identifying person is amazing in a way almost no one ever talks about: the euphoric experience of being known and loved, and of knowing and loving yourself.
There are so many exciting and wonderful things I could be doing in the meatspace with people I have actively chosen to spend my life with, and who fully accept and understand me as someone whoâs queer, plural, and nonhuman. Thereâs so many enriching ways I could be engaging with my hobbies, the environment around me, and my local community. With this all in mind, why the fuck would I ever be in public online spaces where people try to argue with me about whether or not I exist, or if my experiences are real, or if Iâm using the right and latest lingo to describe my experiences? Why would I subject myself to that when I could just roll my eyes, close the laptop, and go be a beloved canine psychopomp in the comfort of my werehouse instead?
Thatâs the crux of it. As adults with families and support networks, we have the option to not subject ourselves to the morifying ordeal of being known by asshole strangers online if we donât want to. We can stick to just our families and our friend groups, and we will still have people around us who understand and who acknowledge and interact with our alterhumanity. The alterhuman community isnât the only or even most important place for being our authentic selves; rather, it takes a backseat in the day-to-day life. Itâs still something thatâs fulfilling and worthwhile to engage with, but only on our own terms (terms that are quickly becoming incompatible with the ways Internet culture is evolving). But more often than not, thereâs just more fun things to do.
In some ways, itâs kind of a relief to have had this epiphany. People havenât vanished from alterhuman community spaces because they collectively âgrew out of itâ like some anti-otherkin insist, or because the various generations of otherkin are so extraordinarily different from one another as to be oil-and-water. People vanish from online alterhuman spaces because offline life as an adult alterhuman is awesome. As an archivist itâs frustrating, but as a nonhuman, I find it a specific type of happiness thatâs worth celebrating in its existence and prevalence. Itâs an assurance that life only gets better as you get older: isnât that grand?
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actually! idgaf about Asajj's character changing over the years and shifting directions because that's simply what happens to characters. I won't take that excuse anymore. They should have stuck with her portrayal, style, vibe, personality, and characterization from Tartakovsky's Clone Wars, and getting away from that was a downgrade and did not turn out well and doesn't hold to the character of Asajj Ventress and doesn't work at all and they should've just made up a different character and (<-just saw 10 seconds of a clip of the Anakin and Asajj fight from Clone Wars 2003)
#daily asajj thought of the day#whateverrrrrr#genuinely tho everything asajj that didn't go that direction is just idk#so different i guess? and disappointing?#thing is tartakovsky established her character and turning away from that was stupid#i understand that's still asajj in tbb and tcw season 3 onward#(not to mention dark disciple)#but to me that's a completely different character#they just shifted gears and i think as a storyteller it's understandable to want to do that#it just doesn't hit the same way and fails to live up to the bar cw 2003 set#it's not âdevelopmentâ to me#because a) there is never a good explanation for the shift in tone and the role given to asajj#and b) they didn't even try to stick to that character after a certain point and since the change didn't make sense#it doesn't register as the same character and isn't a development bur rather a completely different thing#i could talk about that change forever tbh#but that difference is just very distinct and important to me#and it bothers me a lot sometimes that these two are the same character#they are not. they really aren't#which is why i resent the nightsister retcon lol#at this point i'm just babbling on lmao#i have thoughtsssssss
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alright~ a few updates about everything! so this weekend I'll be seeing changkyun in chicago- so I prolly won't be posting until after I'm alive again from that đđ
(I am vv excited about it- I just know I'll be vv tired when I return home). Anyways, I have a few fics in the works~ one of them that is a request đ€ I'm vv excited to work on them! But I think I'm going to change my masterlist a bit when I come back. I'm going to retire a few groups from the main masterlist and I've been debating for the past year about it... But I think I'm going to add a yearly masterlist- So it would go from most recent to the beginning of this year~
I'm also thinking about changing my pfp- I haven't been really into stray kids for uh... years- But I will be sure to make an update about that if I go thru with that too- (It may be ji changmin next đ«Łđ€)
Anyways those are my few updates đ„°đ
#in general my brain is so muddled outside of talking to my three closest and my mom i'm just... fogged- but god how i want to be#writing rn- i have 4 smuts and 1 fluff in the works (who would have guessed my fluff writer self has moved from not only plain fluff to#angst & smut this year? not me- but i'm happy about it) two are poly aus and the other two are about a certain đ~#kate rambles on from here#altho there is another vv big potential fic~ but i'm only counting ones i have lots of progress on-#and then the masterlist thing i've been thinking about forever- hwvr again i do not know if i'll have the energy bc i might be knocked#on my ass for another month after this trip (i'll be pretty much solely driving for 4 & 1/2 hrs there and another 4 & 1/2 back the next day#but the pfp thing has been on my mind for a while too- again idk when i'll get around to it but jinkoh has given me a vv good#idea esp for winter~ with mr. ji~ so i'm sure to have changed it by december~ (unless the change is too much for me- i haven't changed it#since 2018... so i'm kind of attached to it- even tho i don't even bias him or stan the group anymore...)#anyways this is full of me rambling- i could really go on tbh- bc i'm really trying to get my mind into gear- but these are my updates#let's see if i fulfill em- i'm bound to fill the fic ones- but the other two... yeah- we'll see-#kate rambles#blog updates#should i bring babydoll q & juyo to the concert bc if it wasn't for kyun getting me into dominic fike(and being into tbz during stealer era#i wouldn't have been a tbz ult... (outside of some other factors i haven't really disclosed) bc atp i'm vv close to packing them with me#i mean tbh a tbz pc was going- but now i'm đ«Ł: should i bring them to see the guy from my first ult group that caused the spiral-#that made me get into my newest ult group? (i love this butterfly effect more than i could ever express tbh- even tho i express it often)#anyways if someone actually reads these- i'm bound to bring babydoll q- legally that's my buddy- but juyo?? đ
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#tw vent i guess??#came here just to post smth that i'm most probably gonna delete later then leave#but aughhhh last week has been SO bad i really really needed to get it off my chest#had the final boss of a sick victorian child episode for like two weeks AND tons of college stuff to do-#-AND a test on a subject that i'm horrible at (and that i'm gonna fail fs)#AND i was supposed to get a septum which is something that i'd been looking forward to for literal YEARS#but upon telling my parents about it (cause they're kinda strict and ig they would like to know) i changed my mind#cause my mom took it SO personally.... like it was HER face not mine?đ€š but hey!#and although i had the decency to at the very least let her know that i was getting a piercing (which wasn't necessary for me to do but-#-i did it anyway out of consideration for her)#she has the fucking SPINE to tell me how i could do whatever the fuck i wanted if i cared more about getting it than about her opinion-#-but she would always think it was disgusting and that i had no right to get angry at her if she didn't look me in the face or#wanted to walk or be with me cause it'd make her embarrassed to be with me in public if i had that shit on my face.#and it hurts a lot not just bc of the fuckass piercing. but bc my parents (esp my mom) always react like this whenever i make a little-#-change on my appearanceor cut my hair or buy oversized clothes or whateverand like#if she's gonna be soooo hurt when i get a tiny piece of metal on my face. how is she gonna react when i tell her i want to get tattoos.#start taking hormones. change my name. get top and bottom surgery. be completely changed physically.#is she gonna die is the world gonna end. is she just going to stop talking to me forever.#because a piercing is not just a decoration. to me right now it's an extension of the changes i want to undergo on my body.#it's a step forward to looking the way i want too look#so a rejection to any change i do on my body feels like an indirect rejection to be being trans. and the fact that they're unaware of#just how deep their rejection cuts (bc i'm not out) makes me even angrier at them.#and upon the realization that if i ever came out to my mom (and the rest of my family too tbh) she would react *exactly* like this.#well. i did not take that very well.#wasn't very demure of her to say all that. not very mindful not very cutesy :/#also been sh-ing more bc if this and ughhh what a shit week. hope this one's better#also. i decided i'm still gonna get a septum this year. don't know when but fuck all that. it's gonna bother them all the same#no matter what time of the year i get it done. or if i do it in a year or two or five. so who gives a shit.#anyway. gonna delete later probably#đ
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it would feel so nice to work towards a career that has meaningful impact and makes millions of people happy
#i follow this person cleo abrams on youtube and she's always talking so excitedly about scientists#and their amazing discoveries cool facts and she's so excited and starry eyed and hopeful#she genuinely just wants to educate people and has so much hope that we can make the world a better place#also like idk maybe unrelated but i saw the mv of new romantics and just. wow#say what you will about her but there's no doubt she's made an insane number of people happy SO HAPPY that they're crying#so many tours#idk i want#i wish my life was bigger#i feel so isolated and always just focusing on myself my career my health my enjoyment#what about everything everyone else#i keep trying to be completely okay with being alone i keep telling myself to not need anyone and be 100% independent#find happiness within hobbies interests#but it feels like a losing battle#i don't know i just. miss everyone đđđđ#but it hurts too much tbh always more sad than happy always more crying than laughing#i miss my bestfriend i don't know what i did wrong but she won't pick up my call she keeps saying she's busy#i don't want to be clingy because she hates that shit i don't want to drive her away but she's my only friend#i miss my fucking mom she doesn't care if i live or die obviously but i miss just having her presence in the house#and even tho my sister is here she's never fully present always on her laptop working#i wouldn't really say i miss my dad but wow it's been so long since mom and dad stayed together at home it was almost#always miserable but sometimes at the lunch table it was nice#i don't know everything and everyone is moving and changing so fast and i can't breathe under it and it's already september#but this entire year felt like a blur it's like everyone who left took a chunk of my heart with them#and i should be happy because im so close to the exam which will get me out of this house finally be financially independent#like i wanted since i was 11 i could finally start my life#but it all feels so. i don't know the whole future seems black like i can't imagine life past november 2025#how do you imagine happiness if you've never been happy?#and all these feelings are making it so hard to study and studying is so fucking important because if i don't ill be stuck here forever#and i don't want to go thru attempts fail and pass again atleast back then i had a reason first heartbreakâ not getting to go to college#but what now why now i don't even understand i know objectively i do not have it that bad it's literally better even if i compare to my own
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Jeavil can be lesbian yaoi and or gay yuri if you believe in it. <3
#luly talks#seavil#deltarune#that post i rbed earlier today about genderbending a male character but making them a he/him butch so nothing changes...#me with jevil tbh. im forever a genderfluid jevil truther. bc how could he not be genderfluid. what's more chaotic than that?#jevil is like that one edit of the marvel moon guy but instead of switching alters he's switching genders.#and seam to me is every gender but because of this they all cancel each other out therefore being no gender#the levels of gender fuckery these old monsters have going on is very complex and beautiful. to me
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one of my friends mentioned cryptids to me (the wrong bitch) and i started gushing about cryptids because i grew up in the midwest where everything is young and playful and not appalachian where everything is old and skilled in their craft
#i could talk a lot about my experiences with hidebehinds#i grew up in a more rural area and for a while there was one that would pop up in my house during the night#i would wake up and see like the top of a manâs head completely horizontal six feet in the air poking out behind my doorway#once saw a SW with my brother in tennessee#forever changed tbh#but iâve never been⊠scared of them#besides the SW#most of the time if i would spot them i would give a little âgetcho ass outta ere!!â#it works theyre teenagers#vervainium#vervains tad bits#cryptids#midwest cryptids#hidebehinds
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#tbh I hate that I like this guy#a week ago he changed my life by kissing me and Iâve never been more confused#itâs driving me nuts#everything was fine and now Iâm a mess#i mean itâs really pointless liking him bc heâs not single lmao#and he literally lives hundreds of miles away#but there was some sort of connection and Iâve never felt anything like it before???????#it was like weâve known each other forever and we could talk about anything#AND HE KEPT LAUGHING AND MY STUPID JOKED WHICH WERE ***NOT*** FUNNY#and I canât message him anywhere bc I donât have his number and this idiot managed to get locked out of his instagram account#so I will have to wait until he gets that back lmao if ever#i hate it here#why do i even fucking bother#this isnât going anywhere#Iâm sad#rant over#personal
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â© â§âË â©ăyours, always yours
synopsis. satoru has always been yoursâand he needs you to know youâll also always be his
â word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)
â contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!
â notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys
satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, itâs never been a secret.
âyou want me to wash your hair?â you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.
âsure,â he mumbles, âdonât tug.â
âi never tug,â you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but itâs not the usual laugh satoru gives you. itâs mechanic, almostâjust there to fill the space. ïżœïżœïżœbaby?â you ask softly.
âyeah?â he asks, âoh, should i bend a little? sorry, iââ
âwhatâre you thinking about?â your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.
he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. âjust how nice it is to be pampered. maybe iâll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.â
âsatoru,â you insist. you knowâand he knows it too. âtell me?â
âwhyâd you do it?â he mumbles, âwhyâd you listen to him?â
âtoru, you know why,â you sigh, âyou know i didnât think there were any other options.â
âyou couldâve talked to me,â he furrows his brows, âjust because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesnât mean we have to break up.â
âi was afraid youâd choose me.â it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you canât bear to admit.
âi would have chosen you,â he agrees, âwhyâs that bad? howâs that wrongââ
âyouâre not thinking about the bigger picture,â you shake your head, âthat company is yours. youâve spent your whole lifeââ
âso what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?â he asks tiredlyâsatoruâs defeated. heâs never been defeated, itâs the most magnetizing thing about him.
even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because thereâs always a chance youâll say yes, and heâll never stop as long as thereâs a chance.
âiâm sorry,â you sniffle, lips wobbling, âi could haveâŠ.i should have said something. i didnât want you to make a choice young and thenâŠ.and then regret it.â
âyou think iâd regret you?â heâs woundedâabsolutely wounded at the words.
satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadnât that proven enough? that he was in it for the long runâfor forever? heâd been so sure youâd be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fireâdevastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he canât breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.
he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yoursâbecause satoru has never cared to make you his. all heâs ever wanted was to be yours.
youâre quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesnât understand how you could change your mind so quicklyâand then he realizes you probably donât. because he knows youâbetter than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.
so heâs comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because heâs determined. heâs going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beatingâand then push him out like heâs nothing. what made you push him out?
and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit itâs never what you wanted, that itâs because itâs what his father wantedâwell, satoru canât keep his composure. donât you know? hadnât he always told you? hadnât he poured his heart out and let you know every moment heâs always been stuck dangling from his fatherâs fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.
youâve always known, always listenedâand fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.
satoruâs always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like heâs never had a say.
heâs always been stuck, but never with youâbut now, he wonders if thatâs changed.
âno,â you squeeze his cheeks, âno i donât think youâd regret meâŠ.but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,â you mumble, âpeople work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. thatâs a lot to let you lose.â
âiâve never seen my dad kiss my mom,â he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, âheâs never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?â he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, âwhy canât you just look at me first for once?â
âi do look at you,â you insist, âtoru, all i ever see is youââ
âthen stop caring what he says,â he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.
everything about your home is smallâsmaller than satoruâs especially. but he loves it, thinks heâd rather be here than anywhere else.
because itâs yours. and as long as youâre here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.
âokay,â you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, âyouâll handle it?â
he nods, kissing between your brows, âyeah, iâll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?â
âbut what if he finds someone else? and then heââ
âhe wonât. my grandpa will shred him.â
âbut heâs old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decidesââ
âgod, baby,â he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, âi love your voice, but you talk so much. iâm wanna listen to something else.â
his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. itâs slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.
you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, ât-toru,â leaves your lips.
âyeah,â he nods, âthatâs what i wanna listen to instead.â his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. âanyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?â he asks bitterly.
âj-just one,â you admit through a stutter, âb-but i didnât even open it! i wasnât reallyâoh, toru,â you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.
âwhat? just cause my face isnât on your instagram suddenly youâre not mine?â he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nervesâyou close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. âyouâre always mine,â he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, âyeah? got that?â
âgot it,â you nod furiously.
âgot what?â
ââm al-alwaysâoh, fuck,â you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.
âcâmon, sweetheart,â he says firmly, âfinish your sentences.â
âalways yours, toru! always yoursâplease, please j-justâŠâ
âjust what?â he raises a brow.
âmore,â you sobâitâs a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.
heâs quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.
your water bill will be high this month. you decide itâs a sacrifice satoru deserves.
âyou think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?â
ân-no,â you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. itâs goodâeverything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. âno oneâno one but you.â
âexactly,â he growls, âhow could you leave me? how could you leave us?â
ââm sorry,â you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. youâre closeâso close that you almost donât know what heâs saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. âiâm sorry, iâll neverâever leave again.â
âsay you love me,â he demands.
it sounds like heâs pleading, though, if you listen closely. thereâs a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, âi love you, satoru. i love you.â
and then he rips his fingers outâright before youâre about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.
and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? youâre too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.
satoruâs hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.
âf-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? pleaseââ
âyes,â you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, âyes please, toru. more, need more.â
heâs sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, heâs pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.
itâs only been a weekâyou feel like you havenât felt him in years. but itâs familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.
he slams into you, hard and rough and fastâdoesnât even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before heâs thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him thatâs touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.
satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your bodyâevery dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. itâs just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.
when he moans, itâs breathy and heâs panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. âfeel that? feel me?â he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.
âyeah,â you breathe, ââm so full.â
âi need you. please, please,â he murmurs, âcanât lose you, baby. never you,â he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.
âiâm right here,â you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know heâs there too, âright here, baby. you got me.â
and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper thatâhe spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. heâs too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care heâs cum too quickâand you donât have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.
but he doesnât stop, doesnât falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you breakâyour head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cumâhard. youâre quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way youâre so tight.
itâs good, itâs always good. satoru makes you feel good. heâs the best youâve ever hadâthe best youâll ever find.
and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.
âi love you, toru,â you murmur, âmy sweet boy. iâm sorry, okay? iâm so sorry.â
âdonât do that again,â he huffs in between tears, âthat was so mean. so mean.â
âi said i wonât,â you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, âhow long are you gonna hold this against me?â
âhow long do you plan on being mine?â
âwell,â you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, âi thinkâŠ.forever.â
âwell, get ready, then,â he glares softly, âiâm gonna hold this against you forever too.â
âokay,â you nod, âthatâs fair.â
âand i love you too,â he adds, âbut block whoever dmâd you. it better not be that zenin boy.â
âblock those girls whoâs pictures you liked,â you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.
âdonât yell at me,â he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, âiâve had a rough week. you have to be nice.â
dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this
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Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)â She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege
Jean Seberg (Breathless, Saint Joan)â Some of us watched Ă bout de souffle as a lil French undergrad and had the trajectory of our lives changed by Jean Seberg. She IS French new wave!! She is the moment!! She sadly had to work with a lot of shitty directors in her career but even so, she has this magnetic energy whenever sheâs on screen. In her personal life, she was also very supportive of civil rights causes, and was even targeted/harassed by the FBI for financially supporting the Black Panther Party.
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Ava Gardner:
Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.
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HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.
I literally gasp every time I see her.
Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each otherâs lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.
Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.
Jean Seberg:
anyone who plays Joan of Arc is kind of hot by default tbh
she's gorgeous, she's cool, she has the original blond pixie cut
She donated a lot of her money to civil rights organizations such as the NAACP and the black panther party as well as Native American school groups, as a result of this the fbi ran a smear campaign against her and a surveillance campaign which is thought to have led to her suicide tragically.
idk if this is propaganda but the COINTELPRO and the FBI are widely blamed for her death. If the FBI was after her for supporting the Black Panther Party you know she was good
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You overhear Karina talking about how clingy you are and from then out started being distant and non-affectionate towards her and she eventually confronts you and asks why you keep pushing her away, to which you tell her
Over her
Yoo Jimin x reader
Warnings: a little smut in the end (just a little). reader and yn donât really talk abt it tbh. skipping meals (? idk how to word it better than this).
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Notes: Iâm alive!!! sorry for taking forever to answer đ. I think your message got cut off? so I got a little creative, I hope you donât mind :). If you do, I can still cut out a few things n stuff. anyways, merry early christmas ig ^^ ps: I also didnât know if this was supposed to be smut, so I only wrote a little and in the end.
Youâve always been utterly, embarrassingly, completely enamored with your girlfriend. It was obvious to anyone who looked at you for even a single second; you would always be caught staring at Karina with loving eyes, often going out of your way to simply please and spoil her rotten, showering her with kisses and gifts. For you, it was physically impossible to be without her for too long. Her absence made your heart ache, almost as if there were something missing from you. It was difficult to go on with your routine if you didnât have her by your side. You missed your late night talks, walks at the park, parking lot dates, eating too much junk food together⊠You missed her, truthfully. All of her.
Naturally, you understood her duties as an idol: being away for shows, events, and photoshoots were part of her life just as much as you were. However, you knew Karinaâs time was precious and scarceâ which was why, whenever she was back in Seoul, you tried to spend as much quality time together as possible.
Even now, as the groupâs busy with their latest Mini Albumâs promotions, you couldnât help but to feel glistening with happiness to have the four girls back in Korea, regardless of them still being so occupied with fansigns, program attendances and rehearsals for their upcoming stages and festival performances. Having them in town gives you the opportunity to join them backstage, which you absolute love; whether itâs the artistic atmosphere, or being able to understand how this industry truly works, with all the engines running frantically in the girlsâ background to ensure everything goes as planned⊠And, of course, getting to watch Karina perform and be the astonishing, all-rounder, talented version of herself was the best part of it all. Anytime you look at her through the big screens, you realize how lucky you truly areâ to be able to see all sides of her. To witness how sweet, shy and caring she could also be, once the cameras were not around.
You loved her so much.
âCongratulations, girls! You absolutely nailed it!â You praise the four girls as soon as they leave the stage, breathless from performing at a University Festival. They all smile back, trying to recompose themselves as best as they can, the adrenaline from being on stage slowly running out. You wait for them to calm down, too, before reaching out to give your girlfriend a big hug, in hopes to express yourself through your touches. You mean to tell her how wonderful she had done, but she ends the hug quickly, although her smile still lingers.
âIâm all sweaty, Y/n.â She explains, which you nod and take a step back to give her space. The two of you walk side by side, towards the big dressing room. âI donât want you to get dirty, too.â
You shrug, trying to hide the uncomfortable feeling that stood on your heart, with the lack of her touches. You understood, though. Karinaâs just taking care of you, like the sweet girlfriend she is. So you follow her, without complaints, even though all you want is to jump from excitement and tell her how perfectly she performed, setting the public on fire. Instead, you force yourself to stay still and calm down, laying with the others on the couch as you watch them change into normal clothes and relax.
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The cafeâs atmosphere is cozy and calm, a much-needed contrast for the girls after a whole morning of practicing at the company. The placeâs barely occupiedâ lunch break is nearly over for most of the workersâ and the only sounds that can be heard are the windâs peaceful breeze and the girlâs voices, engaged in a nonchalant gossip.
âIâm so hungry.â Winter complains, resting her head on Karinaâs shoulder. You all chuckle at the sight; sheâs too cute, even when sheâs whiny.
âMe too.â You nod, and reach out for your girlfriendâs arm, tugging it slightly to steal her attention from Ningâs excited storytelling. It takes a few moments, but she finally hums, acknowledging you. âLove, do you think the food will take long? I need to use the restroom, but Iâll wait if itâs coming soon.â
Karina frowns, looking behind you for a few seconds. After examining the balcony, she seems to think otherwise. âIt might take quite a while, still. Weâve ordered a lot, and we just got here, too. Youâre safe to go.â
You nod as you get up and excuse yourself, leaving the girls to their own conversations. Their reserved table, set in a pretty well-hidden corner of the cafe, is the reason youâre able to observe their faces from afar, once you make your way back from the stalls. None of them notice your arrival, too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to your frame.
Giselle, Winter, and Ningningâs faces are uneasy as they listen to Karinaâs rambling. Their fingers twitch on the table, and they shake their heads every once in a while, leaving you to wonder whatâs gotten them so serious. Trying to understand the matter, you frown behind their backs, approaching the group in slow, unhurried steps.
â⊠Sheâs constantly all over me, too. I swear I donât even have time to breathe without her on my skin, as if she has nothing else to do. Itâs so fucking annoying, really. Like, you remember, right? And there was that time when we were all at the park and Y/n was just insufferabâ.â
You decide not to eavesdrop on the rest of your girlfriendâs conversation. Instead, you focus on keeping your steps as light as you can, once you turn around and nearly run back to the restroom, ignoring the heavy pitch just forming in your stomach.
You only allow yourself to relax once you reassure your mind that none of them were aware of you listening to Karinaâs harsh, hurtful words.
Instead, your hands go to your face, and you try to focus and take deep breaths to prevent the tears from coming. The moment they start, you know itâll take long to stop. It was one of the things Karina always teased you about: how youâve always been such a crybaby, drowning yourself in tears for absolutely anything.
Oh, Karina⊠how could she speak such things about you? Youâve always put on so much effort to be the best, supportive girlfriend you could, with extra care to respect your girlfriendâs boundaries and still express how much you loved her.
It hurt to know she found you annoying and clingy, specially since all youâve ever meant was to reassure her of your love. Allowing your body to sink into the restroomâs floor, you reach to the ground, hugging your knees in hopes to feel some comfort.
Flashes pass through your mind like rockets, analyzing every single moment youâve ever spent with Karina. Even if it was the last thing you wanted to do, your mind doesnât seem to give you any relief, overthinking about each one of her touches, phrases, and actions towards you. Did she even love you? What was she doing with you, then, if she found your presence to be so suffocating? What have you done wrong?
Was your whole existence the problem? The way you acted, your bubbly personalityâŠ
The questions, now clearly etched on your brain, did nothing but deepen the lump in your throat, one that left saliva building up in your mouth, making it impossible to swallow. Even the simplest actions were difficult to be executed, just like it was when you were away from your girlfriend for too long.
Despite all, you couldnât help but let a light chuckle, forcing yourself to get up and wash your face in the sink. You feel like youâre going to collapse if you stay in the cafe. No, that wonât doâ you have to go home. Even if it means facing chaos herself.
And her friends, too. They mustâve been aware of Karinaâs feelings towards you all along, yet they still let you smile and be all over like a fucking idiot.
You look up, trying not to ruin your mascara and risk having any of them finding out what youâve just heard. Without rush, you force yourself to even your breathing, inhaling and exhaling in slow movements, focusing on your bodyâs movements instead of giving in to desperation.
You feel like youâre at the bottom pit, and it fucking sucked.
After minutes of calming yourself down, you dried the remaining tears and got up, sighing as you excited the bathroom. Your hands trailed the walls as you walked without rush, looking for something, anything to provide some strength. Eventually, the walls of the hallway gave way to the open area of the tables, making you gulp. Your legs were wobbly, and you felt too weak, almost as if you were going to pass out at any given moment. Your usual confidence was all gone, and you werenât at all sure youâd manage to speak to them without stuttering or crying.
âThank fucking God, Y/n. We thought you got kidnapped or something.â Winter was the first to say, giggling. Giselle and Ningning smiled too, mumbling how you mustâve gotten lost or thrown in a portal to another dimension, perhaps.
Karina nods. âYou really took too long out there, Y/n. I almost went looking for you.â Even though her tone is light, your girlfriendâs smile fades once she takes a proper look at your face.
You try your best to smile back at her, hands going unconsciously to your arms, scratching them nervously. Youâve always liked to be the center of their attention; the little moments where theyâd ask you for an opinion or actively listen to your rambling⊠you thrived on them. It felt like they were spoiling you, giving up one of the things they cherished the most to focus on you: their time. Even if just for a few seconds, the feeling of being observed by them brought you a strange feeling of being fulfilled, of being someone important.
âI actually need to go, now.â You mutter, grabbing your stuff whilst refusing to meet your girlfriendâs piercing gaze.
Karinaâs already aware something is wrong, though. She knows your body, your expressions, your mannerisms⊠sheâs more than capable of telling when youâre off, much to your discomfort.
âIs everything ok? What happened?â Her hands grab a hold of your elbow, and you nearly joint, throwing your phone and sweater in your purse as fast as you can, to escape from her fingers on you. Her touch hurts, electrocuting your skin as if she were a storm set on a windy, loud night. You couldnât stand it.
âItâs just a family emergency, donât worry.â You take a step back, with your wallet in hands to pay for your drink. Bowing slightly to acknowledge the pain you were bringing onto the conversation, you add. âPlease keep up with your lunch. Iâll make sure to update you about it soon.â
Karinaâs hands rest on top of yours, taking the card from between your fingers and back to the wallet.
âItâs ok, Iâll pay.â Her voice, calm and soothing, is much different from her previous, livid tone. She gives your hand a squeeze, getting up herself. âDo you want me to go with you? Manager unnie will understand.â
The girls nod, their faces also filled with worry. However, you dismiss your girlfriend, diverting your gaze to the ground as you inhale deeply. Youâre unable to face her by any given means; youâd fall apart in front of them if you did as such. In fact, you find yourself unable to face any of them. Theyâve made a fool out of you for too long, and that single thought is enough for bile to rest in your throat, threatening to spill. You canât deal with that, not at the moment.
âI mean it: Iâm sure I can handle it.â Your muscles tense, and you donât even notice your bodyâs backward steps. It was clear you wanted to leave, which was mostly the reason they didnât pressure further, watching as you hurriedly made our way out.
Karinaâs eyes were the most trained, her mind racing with thoughts that left her wondering what had gotten you so shaken, visibly out of place. Clueless, she stared at your frame until youâve reached the door. Only then, you returned her stare.
The watery look in your eyes is more than enough to make her shiver, gripping her chest to get rid of the heaviness that had installed in her heart. Everything was fine, Karina told herself. Youâd soon deal with your incident, and be back by her side as fast as you could, as always.
With that in mind, she relaxes, turning her attention back to her friendsâ conversation.
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Karina doesnât understand why your distance hurts so much. She shouldâve been relieved: youâve stopped spamming her phone with updates of your day, no longer sending thousands of pictures and videos of things that, according to you, reminded you of herself. She doesnât have to deal with your constant neediness, nor does she have to reassure you that you were loved, and she missed you. Itâs all sheâs ever wantedâ to not be disturbed at all, being able to focus on work and just have a good time, overall.
Instead, she feels awful; as if somethingâs missing. Everything feels wrong; sheâs unable to concentrate at all, her skin itches and her thoughts constantly linger on you, wondering.
âHey, Jimin unnie.â Ning looks up from the ground, stretching herself out on the floor. âIs Y/n coming soon? She always brings the best snacks.â Resting on the couch, Karina lets out a long sigh, looking at the clock displayed above the dance roomâs door.
âSheâs not stopping by to watch us today.â The oldest explains, shrugging. She tries as hard as she can not to sound affected by it. âItâs Nutcracker season. Sheâs rehearsing until late, most likely.â
âMost likely? Havenât you talked to her today to know that?â
Giselleâs sharp tone hurt, specially since Karinaâs phone was currently burning in her pocket, with a lot of unread messages she had sent you. Karina twists her fingers to prevent herself from putting her hands on her face, in a tired manner. âNo, I havenât. Like I said, sheâs busy. We havenât talked much since this morning.â
âWow, this is serious, then.â Giselleâs lips turn into a smirk, as she brushes the sweat out of her face. âY/nâs never missed a pre-comeback rehearsal of ours. Like, literally never. Not even if she had her own rehearsals to attend. Have you ever attended any of hers, by the way?â
Karina grits her teeth. She knows Giselle means well: sheâs friends with you, and is simply curious. Knowing that doesnât keep the girl from wanting to punch the Uchinaga for annoying her, though. With the engines running inside her head, Karina tries her best to focus on exhausting her body, in hopes of having the burning sensation ease her troubled mind. Still, she couldnât help but constantly wonder what was going on in with you. Why were you suddenly so distant?
The questions clouded her head, making it difficult to focus on the choreography they were learning. It seems like she wasnât making up stuff, after all: Giselleâs questions made it clear you were different, weirdly so.
Nodding, Karina added, âYeah. Itâs not like herself at all.â
Giselle meant to continue the conversation, but the dark look Karina shoots her is enough to get the Uchinaga to gulp, focusing back on her movements, along with the melody of their upcoming song. It was none of her business, anyway.
Once the girls make their way back to the dorms, Karina decides sheâs had enough of whatever you were intending to do. Sheâd stop by and confront you, finally. It frustrated her, having to guess your feelings, specially since youâve been dating for quite a while â now. But sheâd do it, if you were so willing to be petty. Sheâd be the one to reach out first.
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âThank you, girls. Iâll see you in a bit. I wonât be late, promise.â Karinaâs words reverberate through the car, as she waves goodbye to her friends.
Her three bandmates were, as always, more than quick to encourage her to reach out to you, after the distance between you lingered for weeks. Even though it would cost her hours she should be spending in the recording room, theyâve immediately told Karina to talk to you, urging to have both of you in good terms once again.
Ever since youâve become a shell of the caring, sweet girlfriend you once were, Karinaâs been jittery; she was easily irritated and often picked arguments over the simplest things. It was clear the situation was taking a toll on her, in ways sheâd never admit. Karina would die before confessing how much she missed your voice, your care, your touches. Sheâd never admit it. After all, she did constantly complain about how clingy and annoying you wereâ it was only fair she lived up to her words.
With a sigh, the girl enters your Dance Studio, tugging at the tiny Christmas decorations that hang through the reception area, the doors, and the walls. She realizes sheâs never actually been inside the massive building for more than three, maybe four times. Usually, Karina would just wait for you by the car, never bothering to get to know the place you spent the majority of your time, whenever you werenât attending your classes. Karina mutters a curse under her breath, silently punishing herself for not paying enough attention to you, as she smiles at the receptionist and asks about your location.
âSecond four, third door on the left. Sheâs booked up a private room for a few hours, but they should be near the end, now.â The woman told her, as Karina bowed her in recognition, making her way towards the elevator.
Once sheâs walking through the hallways, a big, colored paper with numerous names catches her eyes, standing out in the sea of decorations and adornments. Itâs a casting list, and Karinaâs chest fills with pride as she reads your name: first in line, cast as the lead dancer. She vaguely remembers of one of your rambles months prior, the low tone of your voice exposing how ashamed you were to confess about your nervousness to audition. At that time, Karina had been so focused on her own stuff she barely gave your topics any attention at all, dismissing them with a few hums until you focused on her rants again.
Now, Karina desperately wished she had paid you more attention. She urged to be active in your life: to know what was happening in your routine, your troubles and whatever was making you happy at the moment. Filled with guilt, the dark-haired girl slides the door slowly, delighting herself in the sight of your perfectly arranged frame, stretching yourself by the bars.
âYou havenât told me you got cast as Clara.â She says, quietly, staring at how precise and eloquent your moves are, even though the music that comes from your phone is faint, nearly inaudible.
You take a look at your girlfriend through the mirrors, trying your best to look indifferent. In reality, the first thought youâve had as soon as you got cast as the lead dancer for the companyâs Winter play was to call her, screaming in excitement for accomplishing something youâve wanted for so long. But her words were still livid on your mindâwhich is why you simply shrug, going on with your barre routine, back straightened and arms arched. Once again, it was difficult to act like her stare didnât burn, consuming you completely, but you reverberated through it.
âItâs not that big of a deal. I only got it because Seowon unnie is injured, anyway. She didnât even audition.â
âI see.â Karina says. Her eyes examine your body so intensely you gulp, reaching out for your water bottle. She follows your every move, like a fox out for a hunt. âDo you want to have lunch? We can finally have some time for us, then. Youâve been so busy.â Her tone is sarcastic, and you know sheâs fully aware of the distance youâve been putting on between them. Her message is clear: sheâs done playing and waiting for you to gather your thoughts and come back to her on your own, as youâd usually do whenever you argued.
Only you werenât backing up or apologizing, this time.
âI canât put on weight. I have fittings in 3 days.â Karina frowns, approaching until you were unable to continue your moves.
She looks at your body, eyes searching for any flaws with such hunger, you instantly feel heat invading your cheeks.
âYouâre good.â Leaving no space for denial, she turns around and holds the door open, motioning for you to go first. âNow, letâs have lunch.â
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âIs it something with your family?â Karina is the first to break the awkward silence that lingers on the lunch table, in hopes to stir anything inside you to make you stop playing with your salad and look at her face. It works: you look up, genuinely confused.
âWhat? No, theyâre good.â You tuck your hair behind your ears, clearly not enjoying the date. If anything, your moves are mechanic, hesitant.
If it were any other day, youâd be talking until you had to grasp for air, filling Karina in every detail of your life for the second or third time, probably. She thinks sheâll go insane at the sight of you, sitting idle on the desk, with big, sad eyes.
âGood. Itâs good theyâre all well and healthy.â She says, then adds, lifting her brows. Even though she tries not to express how irritated she is by the situation, Karinaâs not good at hiding her expressions. âWhat is wrong? Youâre clearly different, but keep acting petty and not telling me what it is.â
Your mouth opens in a perfect âOâ as the words leave your girlfriendâs mouth. Does she think youâre that immature? She must simply not care about her own words, then. Youâre sure of it. âIâm not fucking petty.â
Karina stares at your arms, tightly crossed against your chest, and at your pout. She almost laughs, thinking about how adorable the sight is, but the fire in your eyes reminds her of the current situation. She leans back on the chair, motioning for you to do something. Anything.
âTalk, then.â
She infuriates you. Just sitting in front of you, so sure sheâs done nothing wrong, as if youâre the only one to blame.
âYouâre really clueless, arenât you?â It takes some deep breaths to not point a finger at her, so you just let out a dry laugh. âIâm just giving you what you want.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â Once again, she looks genuinely confused. Before you get to answer, thought, Karinaâs phone rings. She picks up immediately, not at all pleased with how you rolled your eyes at the interruption. Itâs Aeri, calling to say Bada had already arrived, and sheâs the only one missing for them to start cleaning the choreo.
You get up before she has the chance to say anything, with a fake smile as you wait for her to call the waiter and pay for your date.
âI have to go, too.â You say, walking up slightly faster than her. When itâs time for you to actually part ways, though, you stop, unsure of what to do. You would rather not touch her; it still hurts, and part of you was indeed petty enough to deprive her of your touch, after her complaints.
Karina beats you to it, however. Before you register, she seals your lips in a delicate kiss, one you canât help but melt on.
âSee you soon, Y/n. I love you.â She says, before entering her companyâs car and being driven away. She doesnât wait for you to acknowledge the situation, and youâre happy for that.
Huffing in frustration, you make your way back towards your studio, in hopes to keep your strained relationship out of your mind, even if just for a few hours.
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As much as Karina thinks it through, she canât fantom where sheâs gone wrong. Youâve just distanced yourself so suddenly, and it has left a hole in her heart, along with a lingering itch on her skin that makes her want to scratch her arms until theyâre red and sore. Sheâs busy, and she knows youâre busy, too, but sheâs had enough of this. She misses you, and she hates herself for complaining about how youâve always shown her nothing but love. She took it for granted before, but she wonât anymore.
Her palms are slippery as she knocks on the dressing roomâs door, not waiting much until sheâs given permission to enter. Sheïżœïżœïżœs not surprised to find you aloneâ your friends told her you were usually the last one to change into normal clothes, as crowded spaces made you breathless and anxious. She is, though, surprised to find you looking down at your hands, so small and filled with sorrow, despite having performed flawlessly not even an hour ago.
Youâre surrounded by stuffed animals, letters, and gifts from your friends and family, yet it still seems so⊠empty. And you know whatâs lacking.
The girl standing by the door knows it, too.
âYou looked beautiful on the stage tonight.â Karina says, carefully placing the huge bouquet she bought you on the empty part of the table, the one your hands rest. âAs always. My beauty.â
You nod, gripping your chair as you try to ground yourself. Even your body navigated towards her; it was hard not to run into her arms and forget how hurt you were.
âI didnât think youâd come.â You truly didnât, even though you had sent invites to her and the girls, they were always so busyâ theyâve never attended, before.
Itâs Karinaâs turn to be hesitant â now. Trapping her hands in her pockets, she adds. âI donât want to be absent from your life anymore.â The statement, all youâve wanted to hear for so, so long, makes your heart nearly joint. You try to speak, but sheâs still immersed in her words. âI miss you. And I have no fucking clue of why youâve been so distant lately, but I miss your laugh, your touchesâfuck, I miss everything about you. I know Iâve been so fucking selfish, and Iâve never realized you were the only one making efforts for us for so long.â Youâre still looking at her through the mirror when she places her head on your shoulders, hands playing with your leotardâs thin strap to have something to occupy herself with. âIâm sorry.â
You gulp, looking at the beautiful flowers she got you. Being without Karina had turned you into a mess, but you still feel just as uneasy in her presence. No matter how much you try, you canât seem to forget her words. How irritated she sounded, at the time, as if you were such a bother.
Your girlfriend was still waiting for her answer, so you take some flowers into your hands, as you ask, hesitant. âDonât I suffocate you? Iâm too much, I guess.â
Karina shakes her head. âOf course not. Whereâd you get that from?â Her hands move to your waist, subtly, her light fingers barely noticeable as they brush your covered skin.
âYou can stop lying, you know. Just tell me if you do.â Your voice cracks, and itâs enough for Karina to realize how hurt you truly were, by the affirmation.
It comes to her, then, that you werenât being petty, all over the past weeks. You were just hurt, and needed some time. She feels guilty for being the reason for such feelings.
Hugging you with a strong grip, she decides to be honest. âThere was a time⊠where I felt like it, for a bit. I was overworked, and annoyed at everything. But then you vanished, and⊠it felt like there was something missing, I guess.â
Her face is all red from the confession, making you smile. Itâs a rare occurrence, for Karina to talk about her feelings, and even more for her to confess anything. Itâs the real proof she missed you; the girlâs willingness to be vulnerable, even if for a small moment.
You missed her so, so much. As always youâre the first to give in, no longer fighting the rational part of your brain that screamed for you to distance yourself and leave Karina.
âLetâs go home, âJiminie.â You murmur, humming as you feel her hands all over your body, groping and twisting your skin, touch starved for anything you could provide. You whine, looking at her through her lashes. In this love bubble, your drunken state is enough for Karina to kiss you, her sweet taste marked with hunger.
âI donât want to wait, though. Iâve missed you for too long.â She looks at you dead serious, adding, âFar too long.â
You nod, a moan escaping your mouth when Karina pushes all the makeup and the gifts onto the ground, her lithe hands gripping your thighs and urging you up on the vanity with ease. Once again, her fingers try to get through your leotard, huffing when sheâs met with tights instead of bare skin.
You grab her wrists, giggling at her urgent moves. âDonât.â You warn, turning your head when Karina meets your lips for another breathless, hungry kiss. Her mouth meets the corner of yours, instead. Youâd forgotten how much you loved to tease her. âI have to perform tomorrow, and for weeks after that. Donât ruin them.â
She retreats completely, then. Stepping back, she places her hands up, following your demands. Her body language is relaxed, but her voice is strained, stating how she truly feels. âYou better take them off â now. And give me a show.â
You roll your eyes at the lack of sweetness, but another sharp look from Karina and youâre quick to do as told. Her attention is solely on you, admiring your precise moves. Youâre just as graceful and beautiful as when you went on stage, and Karina drinks on the vision.
Without rush, you unbutton your costume until it falls from your body, lifting yourself up to let the fabric dangle on the ground. Your body is exposed to your girlfriendâs touch. Youâre drenched, desperate to have her after so long apart. You can feel the heat on your skin, as you reach out to have her close once again. It lingers, only deepening with the hungry, messy kiss you and Karina share. Her hands meet your neck, and you gasp the moment you feel her fingers blocking your airways. The dizziness, along with her wet mouth on your chin, then marking your neck as she has her share of you, just as starved. Youâre too light-headed to complain about the bruises, being so quick to turn into a moaning, breathless mess.
âI missed you t-too much.â You murmur, drawing your head back as she licks her way down on your body. You watch, starstruck, as she falls down on her knees, hands spreading your thighs with ease.
You take a hold of her long, dark hair, but donât motion to force your girlfriendâs face into your cuntâ you know better than that. Instead, you wait, eagerly, as she parts your folds. Her other hand comes to collect your juices, proving on your sweetness.
âIâm obsessed with you.â She mutters, breath hot on your cunt. Her eyes meet yours, and sheâs just as breathless. âFucking obsessed. Do you understand? This is all mine.â
Without a warning, she licks a big stripe of your pussy, her nose bumping onto your clit without much pressure. The action, though not rough, is more than enough to have lewd, loud sounds come out of your mouth. The only thing on your mind is your girlfriend. Her touches and the pleasure she was always so eager to give you.
âIâll worship you because youâre mine.â
Perhaps your relationship was built on empty promises. But as for the moment, the only thing that matters is Karinaâs hot, warm breath on your skin, and how right it feels.
#sol writes#solâs works#yoo jimin x reader#yoo jimin smut#karina aespa smut#karina x reader#karina smut#karina aespa#aespa x fem reader#aespa smut#aespa x reader#aespa x yn#aespa x you#kpop smut#kpop x y/n#kpop x reader
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Older! Boyfriend Toji x Fem Reader pt. 2
MDNI! EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD
CW: weapon play
18+ Headcanons:
Older! Toji, who was definitely a fuck-friend, before he was a boyfriend. At first, it was a once a week occasion, almost like an appointment. Slowly it became twice a week, then four times a week, then almost every night. It became an addiction like no other. He began craving you whenever you weren't with him.
"You free tonight baby? Need to fuck you so bad... haven't seen you in three days, fuck."
Older! Toji who fell first... and swears it was some work of black magic.
"Don't know what you're doing to me, Mama." Toji groans fucking you from behind, watching as a ring of white cream forms at the base of his cock. His hips speed up by the second, realizing that he isn't just feeling lust.
"Tightest, prettiest little pussy I've ever fucked. Sweetest, prettiest girl I've ever met. Put a fucking spell on me."
Older! Toji who is not loud in bed. Sorry to my girls that love the moaners and the whimpering sluts đ. You'll get groans, grunts, and tons of dirty talk but THAT'S IT.
When you're having make-up sex or when he's angry, he won't make a sound. Just heavy breathing and hard fucking. Kinda scary tbh.
Older! Toji who loves it fucking disgusting. Sloppy, wet, hot, you name it. His favorite thing is to lay down and watch you choke and slobber all over his dick. Chokes you just to have drool spill out of your mouth. Cums all over you, having his seed collect on your shaking body. He's absolutely dead set on making you squirt, training your body as regularly as possible.
Older! Toji who loves experimenting with his knives and handguns in the bedroom. Whether it be pressing his Glock 19 to your forehead while fucking you against the wall, or pressing a blade to your neck while marking you up, he loves the way the danger always makes your breath hitch. Don't worry though, he always takes the bullets out, always uses the dull side of the knife... he'd never be able to forgive himself if something actually happened to you. (When he has basic human empathy đđ€€)
Older! Toji who first confessed after fucking you raw, going three rounds. He was struck with jealousy after you invited him out to a bar, instead of your apartment like you have been doing routinely for about 5 months. He was having a good time, joking with you, feeling his heart beat a little faster every time your face lit up and your laugh rang out.
Everything was just jolly until some fucking guy walked up to you, introducing himself as Satoru. He began practically begging to buy you a drink, claiming that he's only seen a beauty like yours in a dream about a wild forest goddess he had when he got high for the first time in 9th grade.
Toji rolled his eyes, scoffing at the man who was currently making a fool out of himself. You, on the other hand, found the man's antics amusing, giggling while you allowed him to carry on about his dream, detailing the way the goddess walked towards him, blessing him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he informed you that the scene was an exact replica of you walking into the bar.
By the time you got back to your apartment, Toji was less than pleased.
"Oh, C'mon Toji! It was funny. I mean, you really didn't get a kick out of him?" You pest as he walks in, taking off his size 13 boots.
"Tsk, no. He was a drunken idiot. Goddess my ass, he wouldn't know how to worship you."
That night, Toji fucked you sweeter than he ever did before. You expected to have your insides rearranged the second you walked through the door. Something was different. The air around you felt and smelled different as your breathless moans occupied the room. More tender, more purposeful, more...intimate. He worshipped you head to toe.
Once he pulled out, he uttered three sentences that changed your relationship forever...
"You're mine, I'm yours. I want you, I need you. I love you."
He reminds you of this moment from time to time, repeating the same three sentences. Not after you fuck, but after you make love.
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
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Friends to lovers with hotch. Bau!Reader has been pining forever but is deciding to move in after seeing Aaron and Beth be with each other. New guy also happens to be a single dad with a boy in jacks grade. Jack is not happy about another boy stealing his mom figure yk? Father son duo working together to get the girl.
Tbh idc what you write coz its always good. And im a sucker for jealous hotch ALWAYS
okay can i just say that when i saw this ask i got obsessed with the concept immediately!!! like thatâs so cute???? also while writing this i was thinking âjack is such a little sweetie he wouldnât have an attitudeâ but then i thought of this tiktok and remembered he can actually be salty af <33 LMFAOO
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âBuddy, whatâs wrong?â
Jack hadnât spoken a word the entire ride from school. Aaron was used to his bubbly sweet voice filling the car, telling him all about his day; so the silence was deafening.
âNothing,â he replied, dropping his small bag on the floor and running to his room.
The truth was, Jack had been pretty moody lately and it was all because of you. Well, it wasnât your fault of course, but it was your absence that had Jack throwing tantrums in a way he never used to before.
As Aaronâs best friend, your presence in his house, in his home, was a constant. Movies, dinners, board game nightsâŠJack had grown used to you. And he absolutely adored you.
When Beth came into Aaronâs life, though, things started to change. You were pulling away from him, from them. At first, Aaron thought that maybe you were jealous; and if that was true, he would drop Beth in a heartbeat and run into your arms. After all, she was only a distraction to him in order to get over you.
All those dreams of him were shuttered one day, when he had called to ask you if youâd join him and Jack for a movie night, only to be told you had a date: a date with the dad of one of Jackâs classmates. You told him the two of you met when you went to pick up Jack from school one day, and Aaron cursed the moment he had asked for your help. If he knew the dads there would be all over you, he wouldnât have let you set foot into that damned school in the first place.
âJack?â Aaron said, knocking on his door.
âGo away!â
âJack, please talk to me. I want to help.â
There was a long pause before Jack finally opened the door and let his dad in.
âWhat did you do to her?â he asked with tears in his eyes.
âBuddy, what are you talking about?â
âY/N. Why isnât she your friend anymore?â Jack looked incredibly sad and it broke Aaronâs heart.
âWeâre still friends,â he answered, softly. âWhat makes you think weâre not?â
âSheâs never here anymore.â
âI know,â Aaron said. âBut that doesnât mean sheâs not our friend anymore. Weâve just both been busier than usual.â He wasnât technically lying, but he still felt bad.
âWhy couldnât you get together like they do in the movies?â Jack raised his voice. âNow sheâs with Charlieâs dad. And she packs Charlie lunch and makes him sandwiches that look like dinosaurs like she used to do with me! Itâs not fair, she was ours first!â
Well, that explained why he was so mad after school today.
Aaron couldnât find any words to say, and how could he when he was just as jealous as his son? Jack was right; you were theirs first. And theyâd win you back.
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âAnd dad told me weâll go get ice cream later with Y/N!â Charlie exclaimed, but Jack did not share his enthusiasm.
âOkay,â Jack answered, rolling his eyes.
âAnd maybe weâll go to the movies after. She said she loves watching cartoons! She doesnât think theyâre boring like all grown ups,â the kid continued, not realizing he was making Jack upset.
âI know, we watch cartoons all the time together,â he replied.
Right next to them, their fathers had a separate conversation, but very much similar to theirs.
âThe kid loves her already,â Charlieâs dad, Nick, said, watching you from afar. They were all waiting for you to finish your little chat with that teacher friend of yours, so theyâd finally leave the school building.
âAnd how can he not, I mean sheâs so great,â he added.
âShe is,â Aaron agreed, though gritted teeth.
âIâll take them for ice cream now so they can bond a little more. This girl loves ice cream.â
âYeah, I know.â Who did that guy think he was? Thinking that any detail about you would be news to Aaron. Of course he knew you loved ice cream. He knew you better than anyone. Anyone.
âSorry!â you said, walking fast towards their little group. âI hadnât seen my friend in a while.â
âThatâs alright.â
âItâs okay.â
Aaron and Nick talked at the same time, which ended in them sending annoyed glances to each other.
âWell, we better get going then,â you said with a smile.
As all of you walked out of the building, Aaron heard you telling something to Nick and Charlie. âCan you wait for me in the car? Iâll be back in a minute!â
To Aaronâs surprise you approached his car with one eyebrow raised. Oh no, you were mad.
âY/N,â he said, but you cut him off.
âWhy are the two of you being mean to Nick and his son?â
âWeâre not mean to them,â Aaron said, but Jackâs voice was louder. âBecause we hate them!â he said.
âJack.â
âWhat? Itâs true. You said that Mr. Nick is ugly and a jerk!â
âJack, language!â his dad scolded him.
You turned your gaze to Aaron. âIs this true?â
He sighed, in defeat. âJack, can you please get in the car? I want to speak with Y/N.â
âFine,â he said, and followed his dadâs request.
âSo?â you said when you were finally alone.
âSoâŠI may have said some things about Nick.â
âWhy?â your soft voice asked.
âBecause, I canât stand the thought of him with you. God, Y/N, I canât do this anymore. I want you. I want you to be mine. I wanna be the one who takes you for ice cream and the one who brags about you to the other dads.â
âAaronâŠâ
âI understand if you donât feel the same way-â
âOf course, I feel the same way, you idiot,â you said. âBut then Beth showed up and I thought it was one sided!â
âBethâs in the past.â
âShe is?â
âYes. She didnât mean anything to me. Itâs always been you,â Aaron admitted.
âWowâŠâ you said, placing your palm on your forehead.
âYeahâŠâ
âWell, I have two people waiting for me in the car right now. And I donât want to just blow them off.â
âI understand.â
âIâll talk to Nick tonight. I promise,â you said, touching his hand. âOkay?â
âOkay.â Aaron smiled.
âShe touched your hand,â Jack said with a smirk when his dad got back in the car.
Aaron stared at him through the rearview mirror with furrowed eyebrows, but Jack could read him very easily. So he just giggled.
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âEw!â Jack yelled, his face forming a disgusted expression at the sight of you and Aaron kissing.
âHey, you got your wish!â Aaron told him. âYou should be grateful.â
âYou know what I think?â you asked.
âHm?â
âThat our little Jack is jealous because heâs not getting any kisses.â
âNo!â he giggled, as you and Aaron chased him, ready to cover his chubby cheeks with sweet kisses.
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Nightmares || Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader
summary: Logan has a nightmare and finds comfort his his new child.
warnings: fluff, comfort, his child is adopted
Part if the Moonlight series (coming soon lol)
a/n: So i did things a little backwards. This should have been a oneshot after the og story of them finding the baby but I got this idea in my head and I couldnât shake it so youâre getting some things out of order. You donât need any context other than shes a baby and adopted tbh. Her name is Diana and i did take that from league of legends
Logan shoots up, chest pounding as a nightmare lingers in his head. He doesn't remember what this one was about. Probably just like all the other ones. His dead friends, the blood on his hands. Something along those lines.
He feels you stir next to him and freezes. You've been absolutely exhausted the last couple of weeks with the baby so the last thing he wants for you is to wake up because of him. He gently rubs your back, watching you relax under his touch until you're back to a nice deep sleep.
Loud cries start to come from the next room. His brows furrow as he pulls off the sheets.
Worry building in his chest as he hurries to the next room. Is something wrong? Is she sick? Hurt? He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees her in her bed. He places his hand on her forehead to check for a fever. No sign of sickness which is good but he's hyper aware as he checks her over.
"Hey there kid, what's with all the crying?" The crying starts to subside the moment she lays eyes on Logan.
He shushes her gently. Picking her up from her crib and holding her in his arms. He walks around in circles, gently bouncing her in his arms.
She's wearing some stupid onesie that Wade bought her. Red to match his suit. Stuffed animals sit perfectly in her crib but she clutches hard to one in particular. A damn wolverine plushie that you had searched forever for. He rolled his eyes at the idea but the moment Diana saw that stupid plush she squealed with happiness. Now it's her best friend.
"See no tears, no reason for tears. I'm here." He wipes away the stray tears from her chubby little cheeks.
He moves to put her back in bed but her faces scrunches up like she's going to cry again so he keeps her in his arms. He slowly sinks into the rocking chair sat next to her bed. Cradling her as he slowly rocks back and forth. The chair creaks beneath his weight and he makes a note to get a stronger chair.
"You hungry?" He tries to feed her the bottle you keep for emergencies but she won't budge. She doesn't need a diaper change so he has no clue why she woke up this time.
âDid you have a nightmare?" He asks softly as she grabs onto his finger. Looking up at him with big glassy eyes.
"That's okay, I get them too." She babbles nonsense in response.
Sometimes Logan wonders what she dreams about. Does she have memories of her parents? Does she ever miss them? Can she even miss them? She's just a baby. A poor, innocent child who was left for dead. The idea makes his blood boil. How could you just leave a child like that?
They're born into this world helpless and the people who were supposed to protect them left because their child happened to be born a mutant. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He was upsetting her, like she could sense his anger.
"Sorry kid, didn't mean to make you sad." She puts his finger in her mouth, sucking on it like a binky.
"Having fun there?" She gurgles and he takes that as a yes.
She shows no sign of being tired which is bad news for him and you. You just got her on a good sleep schedule and now it might get ruined.
"I know how scary nightmares can be." He brushes her little cheek and she giggles.
"But I promise they can't hurt you. I won't let anything hurt you." Her eyes start to flutter shut, the grip on his finger loosen as she listens to him talk. He moves her so that her head is resting on his chest. His hand rubbing up and down her back. She yawns and snuggles closer to him.
"Back to sleep kiddo, there we go."
"Logan?" Your sleepy voice calls from the door. You rub your eyes as you take in the view of Logan holding Diana in his arms.
"Nightmare.â He says looking at you. You walk over and gently rub his arm.
âYou or her?â He doesnât answer. You stay with them for a while. Sheâs fast asleep by now but she looks so comfortable in Loganâs arms that you canât even think of separating the two.
âDo you want to talk about it?â No. He doesnât. Heâd rather focus on the good in his life than remember the past. In fact holding Diana puts him at peace. Quieting his mind in ways normally only you can.
âMaybe sheâs good for more than just throwing up and making a mess.â Logan jokes and you lightly hit his arm.
âShut up you love her.â He stares at her sleeping face.
Sheâs looks so peaceful. He does love her. So much. So much that it scares him. What if she grows up and thinks heâs a monster? What if he fucks up somewhere and ruins his perfect girls life? As far as heâs concerned everything he touches gets ruined. He still wakes up in disbelief that youâre by his side everyday.
âOkay Princess, we need to get you back to bed.â You try and take her our of his arms but he pulls back.
âNo.â He holds her protectively to his chest. A flash of anger in his eyes fades as soon as it comes.
âIâm sorry. I. I just need a little longer.â He feels guilty for snapping but you understand.
You sit on the floor and rest your head on his lap. He doesnât even try to tell you to go back to bed because he knows you wonât listen. So he sits back and watches his girl for a little longer.
His perfect family.
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#worst!logan howlett x reader#dad!logan howlett
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This is something I think about when I read posts like this one by @thediktatortot (which makes a true a very good point) because the need for younger fans to (re)learn how to be proactive in fandom participation is real and it's also true (imo) that new fandom, even if we all about-faced and started being active again without caring about making our fanworks as fast as possible, would still have trouble maintaining itself because of the way TV (in my experience a Huge source of fandoms) is being handled right now
I think I want to point at the elephant in the room today
The problem when we have the ever more frequent conversation of how to keep a fandom alive after the show it's based on stops airing is that we tend talk about it in a way that ignores the very real differences between the juggernauts of old fandoms like Star Trek and newer shows like Dead Boy Detectives, namely:
1. The difference in amount of material
2. The accessibility of said material
Part of the reason why Star Trek or The X-Files still have active fans so long after they aired is because those shows had multiple seasons with an average of 20 episodes each. For the X-Files' 11 seasons that's about 200 episodes each with their own storylines, themes, interesting ideas and frustrating mistakes right there to inspire Fanart, fic, meta, and any number of fanwork. I'm not even going to do the math on Star Trek: this show got about a bazillion shows
Dead Boy Detectives, and a lot of genre shows nowadays have like... Eight episodes. Ten, if we're lucky. Fandoms for procedurals or more broadly appealing shows fare better (Lone Star comes to mind, or sitcoms for example) because networks tend to keep them online longer, but genre series get ever shorter with ever fewer opportunities to really grow an audience... Think of all the shows that got popular on Tumblr in the past few years and tell me how many got a proper season? Shadow and Bones was cancelled. My Lady Jane: one season. Gentleman Jack, two (three?). Good Omens: maybe 3, depending on how the network handle the Gaiman situation. The Umbrella Academy got four seasons. Stranger Things, with 5 seasons and 42 episodes managed to equate roughly 2 seasons of the X-Files (probably not even that if you account for episode length). The Witcher currently has 3 seasons for 24 episodes.
Contrast this to shows like Dead Boy Detectives with, again, eight episodes. Maybe 16 if we get really lucky, but I'm not holding my breath. This is just materially WAY LESS soil for a fandom to grow in. It's not that people aren't motivated, it's that as much as you want to keep it going, there's only so much to say about 8 episodes! George Rexstrew, who plays one of the leads, even recently admitted that he's running out of things to say about his performance, and who can blame him? So after a while, you gotta turn to AU which by definition are always going to be potential hits and misses, since they diverge from what brought people to the show in the first place.
I know we're all real good at spinning yarn but sometimes it gets really hard not to run out of fiber.
As for accessibility: the Big Olds benefitted from two things. One, they were broadcast on much wider-reaching channels, if not from the start, then when they eventually made it on public networks. They had a regular play time, and you could stumble onto them by accident, this getting interested and picking it up. And two: the popular shows had a decent chance of getting tape or DVD sets, which made them easier to own and show to your friends so they could binge the story and join you in the fandom
By comparison, look at the barrier of access for Dead Boy Detectives:
Need to have a Netflix account
Need to see it somewhere in your recommendation (good luck if you come in more than a month after it released)
Need to see people talk about it as they binge (need to be in the right place at the right time)
Need to keep paying for a Netflix account if you wanna rewatch, or figure out how to do a piracy, which is getting more difficult and riskier every year
Need to be willing to get invested in a forever unfinished story
And when on top of that the writing in the first episode is, let's say it frankly, far from the best, that is a LOT of obstacle to overcome for a pretty small sandbox
So like, yeah, sure, we should be willing to keep making a fandom happen after a show ends, but at some point we can't ignore that the effort it takes to keep fandoms alive is getting way more intense than it used to be
#On Fandom#meta#my meta#I think also that on top of the capitalistic aspects of that change we discuss often (ie studios want an instant cash cow#and won't give a show time to find its audience bc it takes too long)#there's an element of studios don't care about indirect revenue unless they can be sure it'll be assive and easy to get#so the argument that seems reasonable to us ('get a niche but dedicated fandom and we'll buy your stuff forever')#sounds bad to them because they're just thinking about the initial cost of launching say#a funko figurine#and deciding that actually the potential sales for it won't yield enough profit for it to be worth it#sigh#anyway#It's weird to have gone from a big lurker to someone on the more active side of thongs#*things#twenty years ago I would not have gotten the amounts of followers I have now I think#I keep to myself too much and don't talk to people as much as I could#except what was a very small thing then is much more interactive now that the tiktok generation is coming on tumblr and only liking stuff#sometimes if the wond is good#(it's a weird situation tbh)
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i will never shut up about how the duarte sisters are ALL so 'family line' by conan gray coded omg
My father never talked a lot, He just took a walk around the block 'Til all his anger took a hold of him and then he'd hit - is basically madoc
My mother never cried a lot She took the punches, but she never fought 'Til she said, "I'm leaving, and I'll take the kids" so she did - EVA DUARTE
Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies, That came from my mother's side - Jude and Taryn can both lie because they are mortals like their mom
God, I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry i can run, but I can't hide from my family line - the eyes part can be applicable to both Jude and Vivi tbh because Jude comes to a realisation later in the books that she became just like madoc bc of his training, 'eyes are the windows to soul' after all, but in a more physical senses, Vivi has her dad's eyes.
Its hard to put it into words how the holidays will always hurt, i watch the fathers with their little girls, and wonder what I did to deserve this - Jude, Vivi and Taryn not coming terms with the fact that their dad Justin is gone forever.
How could you hurt a little kid?I can't forget, I can't forgive you, cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me - VIVIENNE DUARTEE
Oh, all that I did to try to undo It all of my pain and all your excuses i was a kid but I wasn't clueless (Someone who loves you wouldn't do this)All of my past, I tried to erase It but now I see, would I even change it? - Jude having a traumatic past but also mentioned that without it, she wouldn't have been as strong as she was
Might share a face and share a last name, but(We are not the same) - Taryn and Jude on their differences as twins
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