#i hope SOMEONE finds this interesting and/or useful

[keylimepie]

You know, I've thought about this a lot over the years. I started participating in fandom 25 years ago, and I do remember during the LiveJournal (LJ) and forums eras that I rarely if ever heard a fanfic writer complaining about engagement and each chapter was full of comments. Then around 2010 tumblr happened and everyone migrated from LJ to tumblr. Suddenly fanfiction writers were complaining about a lack of engagement. I think this is largely because we became so centralized and lost all sense of community. It used to be you had to sign up for a website with a forum dedicated to a very specific pairing, or you had to join a livejournal community that was very specific to your interest. And the membership might reach a little under 2k. Most of these communities were locked too, so you didn't have to worry about what you said being publicly visible to folks outside your community. You knew who you were speaking to and who could see what you were saying.

Tumblr, tiktok, and twitter are more like shouting into the void and hoping someone in the crowds of 100k people take notice of you, and that task is way easier with a pretty photo or a video than with a fic. You don't know who is going to see what you're saying, and I think most of us have either experienced or witnessed someone receiving dog-piled backlash because one person misconstrued what the OP said. So basically, not only are you struggling to get attention in a massive crowd from people with incredibly short attention spans who have no idea who you are, but if you do manage to get someone's attention they may be too scared to say anything publicly. Hell they may be too scared to DM the author because they don't know the author either and I have seen authors tear apart DMs publicly because they misconstrued something that was said and now the author's fanbase is dog-piling that person. You ever notice how so many asks to authors are anon? People are scared, and it is so much safer to just like or kudo something than put yourself out there in front of a potential firing squad.

Also just want to point out, that a lot of asks people send to creators never get addressed, either because tumblr ate it, or the creator decided to ignore it, or the creator's inbox was overflowing. And after awhile people stop sending asks to not only that creator, but other creators as well because they've been receiving negative reinforcement that their engagement is undesired.

I think I saw another one of these posts floating around where it turned out people were gushing about fics in discords but not commenting on AO3 or the author's tumblr. And this kind of makes sense to me. Discords are a lot like the forums and LJ communities of old, where it is a much smaller group and you tend to know most of the people there and you feel more comfortable speaking up.

I just don't think huge centralized hubs are of the benefit to creators. It is fine to post stuff to tumblr or AO3 or wherever, but that isn't enough. If you want engagement you need to build up or join a community and cross-post there. If you're just flinging your work into the void and expecting engagement, then it just isn't going to work. Sure people will find it, but they wont feel comfortable enough to say anything where they have no control over who sees it. 20 years ago, we didn't have tumblr or twitter or even AO3, you had to find or start a community if you wanted to share your work. We had to make our own spaces not rely on corporate spaces, and I think that is what the difference is. You need to create a space where people feel safe to engage, and tumblr has NEVER been that. Tumblr has been terrible from day 1 for engagement, just toxic and mindless so often.

TLDR: No one is engaging because the sense of community is completely gone and been stripped away over the last 15 years. I cannot stress enough for the younger folk how much fandom these days is just not what fandom was. It has been 13 years since I last felt a sense of community in any of my fandoms, and it sucks. I can't help but think we need to decentralize again and create little pocket communities in order to return fandom to what it is meant to be.

You know what’s really disturbing to me? The culture that seems to have sprung up around fanfiction. Writers spend weeks and months working on a story – I think my record is six months on A Place For Us To Dream. And so many times readers expect to just be given a chapter even if they don’t give anything to the writer in return.

I’m going to date myself a bit here, but I’ve been reading/writing fanfiction for ten years. And when I first started it was a wonderful community. There was an unspoken rule – if you read/enjoyed it, you review it. You take thirty seconds to tell an author who probably spent anywhere from three days to a week writing that chapter you just enjoyed to tell them you enjoyed it. Even if it was as simple as “Great chapter, can’t wait to see what happens next!”

Writers spend so much time on stories, and then they post it because they have this thing that they’ve invested so many hours into and they want to share it with the world. They know how they feel about the story, and they want to know how other people feel, what other people think.

And when you read it and don’t review, you know what message you’re sending that author? That they’re not worth your time, or you didn’t enjoy their story. So why should they keep posting it? Yeah they might continue working on it in their own time, for their own enjoyment, but you might never see another chapter again because you couldn’t be bothered to take thirty seconds out of your day to tell them how you feel.

I’ve written stories in eight different fandoms, ranging from very small to very big (I’ll openly admit I wrote Twilight fanfiction once. Once. It was an Alice/Jasper story and haters can hate all they want but I’m still proud of it). I took a break for a few years because I fell out of fandoms during college, and when I came back apparently it’d become the norm to just greedily consume writing without telling writers how you feel. And that is one of the saddest things in the world to me because fanfiction is where I really started getting serious about writing. It’s how I’ve honed by skills and become the writer I am today. And that was largely in part because of all the support I got when I was an itty-bitty thirteen-year-old writing crappy W.I.T.C.H. fanfiction.

Everyone keeps saying “reviews don’t matter, you should just write for yourself.” Well, you’re wrong. Reviews make or break fanfiction. Reviews tell writers whether it’s worth their time to continue posting that story online or whether they should keep it on their hard drives and never share it with the world.

Kill the attitude that reviews don’t matter. Start telling writers you like their stories. And if you don’t, if you all just continue to be invisible readers? Don’t be surprised when that writer disappears.

[littlelamy]

Hii! I love your writing. Do you think you could write one where Rafe is a single father of a 4-year-old son and he meets a reader, and then they start a relationship and she meets his son and well, they start being a family? I'd love something like that, thank youuuuu

lamy's note: sorry that this is so late! i hope you like it <3

rafe cameron’s life revolved around his four-year-old son, oliver. The little boy was his entire world, a bright spot in the sometimes chaotic life of a single father. mornings were a blur of packing lunches and tying shoelaces, evenings a mix of storytime and sleepy cuddles. it was a rhythm rafe had gotten used to, even if it left little time for himself.

one rainy afternoon, rafe and oliver ducked into a cozy little café to escape the downpour. oliver clutched his favorite dinosaur toy, his small hand wrapped tightly around rafe's fingers. the warm atmosphere welcomed them, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries wrapping around them like a comforting hug. they found a table near the window, where oliver could watch the raindrops race down the glass.

as rafe settled into his seat, his eyes drifted across the room and landed on you. you were seated a few tables away, engrossed in a book, your fingers playing absently with your hair. there was something about you—maybe the peaceful way you seemed lost in your own world—that caught his attention. it had been a long time since he had felt that pull, the quiet intrigue of wanting to know someone.

oliver’s voice pulled him back. "daddy, can I have a cookie?"

"after lunch, buddy," rafe replied, ruffling his son’s hair. "let’s get something to eat first."

when the barista brought their sandwiches and a small cookie for oliver, rafe took the chance to glance your way again. to his surprise, you were looking back, a soft smile on your lips. it was enough to stir something inside him, a quiet encouragement to make a move he hadn’t considered in a long while.

gathering his nerve, rafe stood and walked over to your table, oliver trailing behind him. “hi,” he said, his voice warm but a bit unsure. “do you mind if we sit here? my son has a lot to say about dinosaurs, and i’d love a little adult conversation.”

your smile widened as you nodded. “of course. I could use some dinosaur facts myself.”

as rafe and oliver settled into seats across from you, the conversation flowed easily. rafe learned that you were new in town, working as a teacher at the local elementary school. you asked about his work and how he managed to juggle everything as a single parent. there was a natural chemistry, an ease in the way you spoke, the laughter that bubbled up between shared stories.

oliver, ever the chatterbox, quickly took a liking to you. he proudly showed off his toy, launching into an animated explanation of why the t-rex was the king of dinosaurs. you listened with genuine interest, your enthusiasm making oliver beam with pride.

by the time the rain had stopped, it felt as though you’d known each other much longer than just a single afternoon. before you left, rafe asked for your number, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “maybe we could do this again sometime? without the rain.”

you agreed, your heart fluttering at the prospect.

in the weeks that followed, the two of you saw more of each other. rafe would pick you up after work, oliver bouncing in the back seat, eager to share his day. dinners turned into outings at the park, where oliver’s giggles echoed through the playground, rafe's hand finding yours as you watched him play. the three of you fit together seamlessly, like a puzzle you hadn’t known was missing a piece.

one evening, after oliver had been tucked into bed, rafe invited you to stay for a late-night movie. the living room was cozy, the soft glow of the tv casting shadows on the walls. you sat close, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders, the quiet intimacy of the moment stretching between you.

when the movie ended, neither of you moved, the silence filled with unspoken words. rafe turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "i've really missed this," he said softly. "having someone to share my life with. i'm glad it's with you"

you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. "me too."

the kiss that followed was tender, a slow, gentle meeting of lips that spoke of more than just attraction—it was a promise of what could be. as you leaned into him, the weight of loneliness lifted, replaced by the warmth of a growing love.

in the months that followed, you became a part of their lives in every way. weekends were spent building blanket forts with oliver, evenings filled with quiet moments on the couch, your laughter mingling with rafe’s as you recounted the day’s events.

the day oliver called you "mommy" for the first time, your heart swelled with emotion. rafe squeezed your hand, his eyes shining with gratitude and love.

you were no longer just a visitor in their lives. you were family, a bond formed through shared moments, love, and the quiet understanding that together, you had built something beautiful.

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[marshiewritesfics]

Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with having a crush who keeps getting asked out by other people. Crush seems to always turn these people down politely. Crush admits to having a type she finds attractive. Her types actually rare to run into which is why she has only gotten with 1 or 2 men in her life.Crush ends up describing the bat boys subtly as her type. Do they catch it? Crush is like “:) It’s been months. Thinking about it, I should probably actually ask the guy I like out cuz he ain’t doing it anytime soon” then proceeds to be like “Tim/Dick/Jason, wanna go on a date when you’re free?”

The Batboys with a Crush Who Keeps Getting Asked Out

A/N: Thank you, @nesting-dreams for the request! I hope you enjoy!

TIM DRAKE-

- Tim would feel a mix of excitement and a tinge of anxiety

- He would come up with a way to describe his feelings towards you but you can hear the jealousy in his voice when he’s confessing

- Tim would use his intellect to come up with a way to win your heart

- He would plan a thoughtful date after planning for a week or so making sure everything would be to your liking

- Tim would plan this date perfectly and it ends up swinging your affection straight into his arms completely forgetting about the other people who are interested in you

JASON TODD-

- Jason would be very possessive once he finds out that someone has a crush on you

- He has a need to protect your heart from any other suitors and he tries his best to do so

- Jason feels that all other people that are interested in you are not deserving of your attention

- He would confront anyone who tries to come on strong to you

- Jason makes it clear that he has feelings for you

- But in doing so shows that he’s a bit rough around the edges

DICK GRAYSON-

- Dick takes a laid back attitude when he finds out someone has a crush on you and they’re pretty persistent

- Honestly it doesn’t faze him at all just because he’s so confident

- Dick tries to joke around to lighten up the mood a bit

- Inside though he’s feeling competitive and determined to show you that you that he’s the best choice to be your partner

- Dick plans spontaneous activities to show you his fun loving side

- He uses his charm and humor to fully win you over in the end

[gpcwsl]

Leah Williamson x Reader

- Complete mess -

WC: 7.4k

MasterList

Warnings: long, kissing.

(Sorry for putting Leah as Captain for Arsenal, I know it’s Kimmy and I love Kim. Just for this Fiction, okay?)

The crisp afternoon air feels refreshing as you step onto the park path, your scarf wrapped snugly around your neck. It’s rare that you get a few hours to yourself, but with your mum looking after Ellie for the afternoon, you finally have a moment to breathe. You love your daughter more than anything, but between teaching, parenting, and making sure she never feels the absence of her father, you’re exhausted. A walk is exactly what you need.

You take a deep breath, allowing the cool air to clear your mind. The park is bustling, families with children running around, people walking their dogs, groups of friends chatting. You slip your hands into your coat pockets, lost in thought, when—

“Oof—sorry!”

You collide with someone, stumbling back slightly. Strong hands reach out to steady you, and when you look up, you find yourself face to face with none other than Leah Williamson.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, eyes widening. “You’re—”

Leah chuckles, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry about that. Wasn’t paying attention.”

You shake your head, still in slight disbelief. “No, it’s fine. My fault too, I wasn’t really looking where I was going.”

She smiles, and that’s when you notice she’s not alone. Behind her stand a few more familiar faces—some of the Arsenal women’s team. Beth Mead, Katie McCabe, and Caitlin Foord, all chatting amongst themselves but now watching the interaction with curiosity.

“You alright?” Leah asks, her gaze soft as she takes in your expression.

You nod quickly. “Yeah, just… a little surprised. I didn’t expect to bump into Arsenal’s captain on my walk.”

Leah grins. “Well, we were just grabbing a coffee before training. You a football fan?”

You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, actually. I teach, so I don’t always get to watch live, but my daughter and I love the game.”

At the mention of your daughter, Leah’s expression shifts slightly—interest flickering in her eyes. “You have a daughter?”

You nod. “Ellie. She’s seven. My parents are watching her for a few hours, so I thought I’d take a walk.”

Leah tilts her head. “That’s nice. Must be busy juggling work and parenting.”

You smile wryly. “That’s an understatement.”

Before Leah can respond, Katie steps closer, nudging her with her elbow. “You gonna introduce us, or are we just standing here like weirdos?”

Leah rolls her eyes but turns back to you. “This is Katie, Beth, and Caitlin.”

You greet them, feeling slightly overwhelmed but also oddly comfortable. They’re just normal people—albeit incredibly talented ones.

“You should come to a match sometime,” Beth suggests. “Bring Ellie. If she likes football, she’d love it.”

Leah nods in agreement. “Yeah, we can sort something out. Maybe even a little meet-and-greet after.”

Your heart warms at the thought. “That would be amazing. She’d be over the moon.”

Leah smiles, her gaze lingering on you for a second longer than necessary before she shifts, glancing back at the others. “We should probably get going, but it was nice bumping into you. Literally.”

You laugh. “Yeah, you too.”

As they walk away, Leah turns back one last time. “Hey—maybe I’ll see you around?”

You don’t miss the hopeful tone in her voice.

“Maybe,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips.

And for the first time in a long while, something stirs in your chest—something that feels an awful lot like excitement.

With a lingering smile on your lips, you watch Leah and the rest of the Arsenal team walk away before exhaling a quiet breath. That was unexpected. You weren’t exactly the kind of person to bump into football stars on your afternoon walks. Yet, there you were, brushing shoulders with Leah Williamson like it was nothing.

You shake your head, trying to push away the fluttering feeling in your stomach. It’s been a while since anyone made you feel like that—since anyone looked at you the way Leah did, even if it was just for a moment.

Still, you have time to yourself, and you intend to make the most of it. Your stomach rumbles slightly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten much today. Glancing around, you spot a cozy-looking café on the corner. It seems inviting, with warm lighting and a few people inside, chatting over coffee and pastries.

Without hesitation, you head inside.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wraps around you like a comforting embrace. You walk up to the counter, scanning the menu, before ordering a simple meal and a latte. As you wait, you feel the weight of a gaze on you—multiple, actually.

Unbeknownst to you, across the café, a certain group of footballers had chosen a table near the window. Leah, who had insisted they sit there in the first place, is completely distracted, her eyes fixed on you.

Katie notices first. “Alright, Leah, what’s with the staring?”

Leah blinks, as if she didn’t even realize she had been so obvious. She turns to her teammates, a slightly dazed expression on her face. “Did you see her?” she asks, as if it’s the most important question in the world.

Caitlin raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, mate. You literally ran into her.”

Leah shakes her head, leaning forward slightly. “No, but did you see her?”

Beth smirks, sipping her coffee. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, Captain.”

Leah exhales, running a hand through her hair. “Her eyes—did you see them? They’re unreal. And her features—like, how does someone look that effortlessly gorgeous? It’s unfair.”

Katie and Caitlin exchange amused glances.

“And her voice,” Leah continues, barely stopping for breath. “It’s so soft, but there’s something about it… like, I could listen to her talk all day. She just—” She sighs dramatically, shaking her head.

Beth snickers. “You’re actually down bad already.”

“I’m not—” Leah starts, but even she knows it’s a lie. She glances back at you, watching as you take your coffee and meal to a small table by the window, oblivious to the attention you’re getting. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear, the way your lips curl slightly when you take a sip of your drink—it’s all making Leah feel something she hadn’t expected.

Katie nudges her. “You should go talk to her again.”

Leah scoffs, though there’s a faint pink tint to her cheeks. “And say what? ‘Hey, I know we just met, but I think you might actually be the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen’?”

Caitlin laughs. “Honestly, that might work.”

Beth shrugs. “Or, you know, you could just casually bump into her again. Since you’re so good at that.”

Leah rolls her eyes but doesn’t look away from you.

Because as much as she pretends otherwise, she already knows—this isn’t the last time she wants to see you.

You take a slow sip of your latte, letting the warmth settle inside you. It’s been a while since you’ve had a moment like this—just you, a quiet café, and no responsibilities tugging at your sleeve. But something tingles at the back of your mind, a feeling like you’re being watched.

Curious, you glance up, letting your gaze drift around the café. That’s when you spot them.

Leah and her teammates.

All of them are at a table near the window, and while Beth, Katie, and Caitlin are watching with amused grins, Leah is different. She’s frozen, eyes locked onto yours, a slight deer-in-headlights look on her face.

For a moment, you’re caught off guard. Then, unable to help yourself, you offer a small wave, just a polite acknowledgment before turning back to your food.

Leah, however, doesn’t recover so quickly.

The second you wave, her entire body tenses. Then, as if her brain has only just caught up, her face flushes—deeply. She abruptly looks away, running a hand through her hair as if that will somehow cool down the sudden heat rushing to her face.

“Oh my God,” Katie cackles, nearly choking on her drink. “Leah. You’re actually blushing.”

Beth leans in, grinning. “That was so cute. She caught you staring, and instead of playing it cool, you turned into a human tomato.”

Leah exhales sharply, pressing her hands to her face for a second before dropping them. “Shut up.”

Caitlin smirks. “Breathe, mate. You’re looking a little overwhelmed there.”

Leah straightens, taking a deep breath as if it’ll help. It doesn’t. “I was not staring.”

Beth raises an eyebrow. “Right, and I’m not sitting here watching you have a full meltdown because she waved at you.”

Leah groans, resting her elbow on the table and dropping her face into her hand. “I hate you all.”

Leah peeks through her fingers, sneaking another glance in your direction. You’re focused on your food again, seemingly unbothered, but Leah’s mind is still spinning.

“She’s just…” Leah exhales, still pink in the face. “Really beautiful.”

Beth grins. “Yeah, we got that part.”

Caitlin nudges Leah’s foot under the table. “You gonna talk to her, or just keep embarrassing yourself from a distance?”

Leah huffs but doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she watches you, a small, almost shy smile creeping onto her lips.

Because, if she’s being honest, she’s already hoping for another chance to speak to you again.

The café is warm, but you know it’s time to go. You glance at your phone, checking the time. Still a little while before you need to pick up Ellie, but you’d rather take your time walking back.

Standing up, the chair scrapes loudly against the floor, breaking the quiet hum of conversation. Across the room, Leah looks up immediately, as if instinctively drawn to the sound. Her eyes track your movements as you push the chair back into place, gather your things, and head toward the bin in the corner to dispose of your rubbish.

And yet, without even trying, you do things that make Leah’s brain short-circuit.

The way you tuck your hair behind your ear while holding your bag. The casual way your fingers glide along the strap as you adjust it on your shoulder. The soft sigh you let out—like you’re lost in thought, unaware of the effect you’re having on her.

Leah swallows hard. God, she’s actually unreal.

Beth notices the way Leah is practically enchanted by you and smirks. She glances at Katie and Caitlin, exchanging a silent agreement before—

Shove.

Leah stumbles forward, nearly tripping over her own feet as she’s quite literally pushed in your direction.

“What the—” she starts, whipping her head back to glare at them, but it’s too late.

You’re already by the door, and now she’s standing right behind you.

You pause, sensing someone close, and turn—only to find Leah Williamson, cheeks slightly pink, looking… nervous?

You blink, surprised. “Leah?”

Leah clears her throat, forcing herself to hold eye contact despite the absolute chaos inside her head. “Uh—hi.”

You tilt your head slightly, amused. “Hi?”

Behind her, Beth is barely containing her laughter. Katie is grinning like an idiot. Caitlin is watching like this is the best entertainment she’s had in weeks.

Leah is so out of her depth. The fearless, confident player who commands the pitch like it’s her second home? She’s gone. What remains is a flustered, slightly panicked woman who desperately wants to get this right.

“I, um…” Leah rubs the back of her neck, eyes darting everywhere but at you. “I was just wondering if—uh—” She exhales sharply, shaking her head at herself. “Okay, this is embarrassing.”

You chuckle softly, and the sound makes Leah’s stomach do something weird.

“You okay there?” you ask, smiling, completely unaware of the absolute mess you’re making of her.

Leah straightens, trying to compose herself. “Yeah. Yeah, I just…” She takes a deep breath. Come on, Williamson, get it together.

She meets your eyes—God, those eyes—and blurts out, “Can I have your number?”

It’s not smooth. It’s not charming. In fact, it’s probably the most awkward she’s ever been.

But instead of laughing at her, you seem pleasantly surprised. “Oh,” you say, lips curling in a way that makes Leah’s brain melt. “Yeah, sure.”

She blinks. “Wait, really?”

You laugh again, pulling out your phone. “Yes, really.”

Leah quickly fumbles for her own phone, hands slightly shaky as she hands it to you. You type in your number, saving it before passing it back.

“There,” you say. “Now you can awkwardly text me later too.”

Leah groans, covering her face with her hand for a second. “I am never living this down.”

“Nope,” you tease, stepping back toward the door. “But it was cute.”

Leah nearly dies on the spot.

Beth, Katie, and Caitlin are losing their minds in the background, but Leah doesn’t care. Because you just called her cute.

As you push open the door, you glance back at her one last time. “Talk soon, Leah.”

And with that, you’re gone, leaving Leah standing there, heart pounding, phone clutched in her hand like it’s the most valuable thing she owns.

Katie claps her on the back. “Well, that was painful to watch.”

Beth smirks. “But adorable.”

Caitlin sips her coffee. “She totally likes you.”

Leah barely hears them. She’s too busy staring at your name in her contacts, already smiling like an idiot.

Hours later, you find yourself back at your parents’ house. The warmth of home surrounds you—the comforting hum of the kettle boiling, the faint scent of whatever your mum is preparing for dinner, and the familiar laughter of Ellie as she plays with her granddad.

Ellie, of course, doesn’t want to leave just yet.

“Can I stay a little longer, Mum?” she asks, her big, hopeful eyes looking up at you. “Granddad said he might take me to the park!”

You glance toward your dad, who grins and nods. “I did promise, didn’t I?”

You chuckle, ruffling Ellie’s hair. “Alright, but don’t keep him running around too much.”

“No promises!” Ellie grins before grabbing her granddad’s hand and dragging him toward the door. “Come on, Granddad!”

Your mum shakes her head fondly, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “That child has too much energy.”

“I wonder where she gets it from,” you tease, but your mum just waves you off.

You step forward. “I can help with dinner if you want?”

Your mum scoffs, gently pushing you toward the living room. “Absolutely not. You had a break today—enjoy it.”

You sigh but smile nonetheless. “Alright, alright.”

With that, you make your way to the couch, sinking into the cushions with a satisfied exhale. It’s nice to just… sit for a moment.

Then, your phone buzzes.

You glance down at it, unlocking the screen, and your lips twitch at the name that appears.

Leah Williamson.

There’s something about the way the text is structured—the slightly uneven spacing, the hesitation in her words—that tells you one thing immediately: she’s nervous.

Leah: Hey… um, so I know I was kinda awkward earlier. Like, really awkward. But I swear I’m usually a lot cooler than that. Okay, maybe not ‘cool,’ but, like… not a complete mess. I just—ugh. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is… hi? How’s your evening?

You bite your lip to suppress a laugh. You can see her overthinking, can imagine her running a hand through her hair while sending this.

Smiling to yourself, you type out a reply.

You: Hi, Leah :) My evening’s been good. Back at my parents’ house. My daughter wanted to stay with them a little longer. Also… you were cute earlier, if that helps your ‘not a complete mess’ argument.

The response is immediate.

Leah: Oh my God, you’re actually trying to kill me.

You grin, feeling an unexpected warmth spread in your chest.

This was going to be fun.

Leah stares at her phone, rereading your last message for what has to be the fifth time.

Cute. You called her cute.

She exhales sharply, running a hand down her face before gripping her phone tighter. Get it together, Williamson.

The first few texts were rough. She was fully prepared for Beth, Katie, or Caitlin to somehow get a hold of her phone and roast her for them later. But now? Now, she’s finally found a rhythm.

Still flustered as hell, still nervous, but at least she’s stopped typing and deleting every message five times before sending it.

Leah: You can’t just say stuff like that. It’s dangerous.

You: Dangerous?

Leah: Yes. Extremely. I could’ve dropped my phone. Or walked into a wall. Life-threatening, really.

She barely has a second to breathe before you respond.

You: Maybe I should warn you next time then? “Hey Leah, I’m about to say something that’ll make you spiral. Brace yourself.”

Leah groans, flopping back onto her bed. She’s grinning like an idiot, and she knows it.

Leah: Yes, please. That would be helpful. I have a fragile heart.

You: I feel like that’s a lie. You don’t seem fragile at all.

Leah huffs out a quiet laugh. If only you knew.

Leah: You might be surprised.

She hesitates for a second before adding:

Leah: I’m glad you texted me back, though.

Her heart beats a little faster as she waits for your reply.

You: Of course I did. I was hoping you’d text me first.

Leah swears her brain short-circuits.

She doesn’t hesitate this time.

Leah: Yeah?

You: Yeah :)

She exhales, running a hand through her hair, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

Maybe this wasn’t so terrifying after all.

You’ve been texting Leah for almost an hour now, and honestly? You’re having way too much fun. You never imagined a simple conversation could make you smile like this, but here you are, grinning at your phone like a teenager with a crush.

It’s easy to forget the world around you when the text bubble from Leah pops up with each new message, each one a bit bolder than the last. The earlier awkwardness is fading—Leah’s still a little nervous, but her messages are smoother now, more confident.

But before you can respond, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching from the front door, followed by Ellie’s excited voice.

“We’re back, Mum!”

You glance up, blinking a little as you pull yourself back from the text conversation.

Ellie runs into the living room, her cheeks flushed from the cool air and the excitement of the park. Your dad follows, grinning and shaking his head at her.

“Had a good time?” you ask, watching as Ellie practically bounces on her toes.

“The best! Granddad showed me how to climb the big tree!” Ellie exclaims, her face beaming.

You smile and ruffle her hair. “That sounds fun. Now, how about we get dinner started?”

Ellie groans dramatically, though it’s clear she’s still got energy to burn. “Do I have to? I want to go out again.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Dinner first. Then we’ll talk about anything else.”

Your dad chuckles, heading into the kitchen to help your mum. The house feels like it’s settling back into its rhythm, and you can’t help but feel content.

But then, you glance at your phone again. Leah’s name still lights up the screen, and the conversation has slowed to a lull, almost like she’s waiting for you to say something.

With a sigh, you tap out a message, knowing you should wrap it up.

You: I have to go now, Leah. Dinner’s on the table and I’m needed. But I’ll talk to you soon, okay?

A few seconds pass, and you can practically hear Leah’s internal panic.

Leah: Yeah, of course. Enjoy dinner with your family. And, uh… we’ll talk soon, yeah?

You can’t help but smile.

You: Definitely. Take care, Leah.

Leah: You too. Talk soon.

You put your phone down, a small sigh escaping you as you settle back into the present moment. It’s strange how something so simple—just texting someone—could make you feel this way. But you already know one thing for sure: this won’t be the last time you hear from Leah. And you’re definitely looking forward to what comes next.

Leah stares at her phone, her heart still racing slightly. She can’t help but giggle to herself, her fingers hovering over the screen as she rereads your last message for the third time.

Talk soon.

The simple phrase should be innocent enough, but coming from you… it feels like a promise. She’s not sure why, but there’s something about the way you text her that makes everything feel like it matters a little more than it probably should.

She leans back against her pillows, a soft smile still plastered on her face, completely oblivious to the teasing going on in the background.

“I swear, you’re like a giddy schoolgirl,” Beth says, watching her from across the room with a raised eyebrow.

Leah rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. “I’m not. I’m just—” She stammers, trying to form an excuse, but there’s no way around it. “Okay, fine. Maybe I am.”

Katie grins. “I knew it. You’ve totally got a crush on her, don’t you?”

Leah feels the warmth in her cheeks as she presses her phone against her face, hiding the full extent of her embarrassment. “It’s not like that,” she mutters, though even she knows it’s a total lie.

But then she thinks back to your texts, the way you’d signed off with that little “talk soon,” and her heart flutters all over again. She lets out a soft sigh, giggling to herself.

Maybe she was a little giddy.

“Alright, alright,” Beth teases. “We get it. You’re smitten.”

Leah gives them both a pointed glare, but it’s half-hearted. She can’t help it. They’re right.

“I don’t even care,” Leah says, still smiling. “I like her. Is that such a crime?”

Katie shakes her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Nope. Not a crime at all.”

Leah can’t wipe the grin off her face as she types another message to you, letting her nerves settle. She’s still a little unsure of where this might go, but for the first time in a long time, she’s excited about the possibilities.

Leah: Talk soon, yeah? And just so you know… you’ve definitely got me smiling.

As she hits send, she can’t help but giggle again, imagining what your response might be. For once, she’s not afraid of the unknown. Instead, she’s looking forward to it.

The next morning, after a quick breakfast, you find yourself in the car, driving Ellie to school. Her excitement from the park yesterday still hasn’t worn off, and she chatters away in the passenger seat, recounting every detail of her adventure with her granddad.

“Granddad said we could go next week, too!” Ellie says with a grin, glancing at you.

You chuckle. “Sounds like a good plan. Just don’t climb too many trees, okay? I don’t want to be picking you up from the nurse’s office again.”

Ellie rolls her eyes but laughs, knowing full well that’s not a likely scenario.

Once you drop Ellie off at the school gate, you wave her off and watch as she runs to meet her friends. As she disappears inside, you take a moment to breathe. The school has exams today, which means you have the day off from work—something you haven’t had in a while.

You lean back in the car, considering your options for the day. A part of you wonders if you should just enjoy the quiet, catch up on some errands, maybe even grab a coffee or read a book. But then, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You pull it out and unlock the screen, instantly seeing the message you received from Leah last night. Talk soon, yeah? And just so you know… you’ve definitely got me smiling.

You smile at the memory of the conversation.

Without much hesitation, you open the messaging app and start typing, wondering if Leah might be free for a bit of company today.

You: Hey, Leah. I’ve got the day off—are you free, or are you training?

You wait for a few seconds, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. You’re not sure what you’re expecting—maybe she’s busy, maybe she’ll be all tied up with team obligations. But when the little three dots appear and then her message comes through, you feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.

Leah: I’m actually free! No training today. Got a couple of hours before I have to meet up with the team later.

You pause for a second, the words feeling lighter than they did yesterday, as if there’s less uncertainty now.

You: Nice. Want to grab a coffee or something?

It doesn’t take long before Leah replies.

Leah: Yes! I know a place we can go. I’ll send you the address in a sec. Can’t wait to see you again.

You can’t help but smile, a warmth spreading through you. It’s subtle, but you can tell there’s a shift, a little more ease in her words now.

You: Looking forward to it.

You quickly put your phone down, starting the car and making your way to the café Leah suggested. The thought of spending time with her—after everything, after the teasing, the conversations—is something you find yourself looking forward to more than you realized.

You arrive at the café Leah suggested, a cozy spot tucked away in a quieter part of town. As you step inside, your eyes scan the room until they land on her—Leah, sitting at a small table by the window. She’s already a little red in the face, her posture a mix of confidence and a touch of uncertainty. As soon as she sees you, her face lights up, and she stands up quickly, almost knocking over her coffee in the process.

“Hey!” she greets, her voice a little higher than usual, but her smile is warm. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you reply with a grin, walking over to her table.

She pulls out the chair for you, and you sit down, feeling an odd combination of nervousness and excitement. There’s something about being with Leah in person that makes the butterflies in your stomach take flight. The small talk you had yesterday feels like a world away.

“So, you like this place?” Leah asks, trying to keep things light but you can tell she’s still a little on edge.

You nod, glancing around at the cozy atmosphere. “Yeah, it’s cute. I’ve passed it a few times, but never had the chance to stop in.”

“Good choice then,” Leah says, her fingers tapping nervously on her coffee cup. “I… uh… ordered for you already. Hope you don’t mind. I guessed cappuccino, but I could’ve gotten it wrong.”

You smile. “No, you guessed right. I’m a fan of cappuccinos.”

Leah visibly relaxes, the tension easing from her shoulders. She takes a deep breath and glances at you, still shy but with more confidence than before.

“So, tell me about Ellie,” Leah says, her voice soft. “She must be… well, she must be everything to you.”

You smile fondly, thinking of Ellie. “Yeah, she is. She’s smart, sassy, and always keeping me on my toes. She’s my little partner in crime.”

Leah’s smile is sincere. “I can tell you’re close. It’s nice, having that kind of bond.”

You nod. “Family’s everything, you know? It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.”

Leah looks down at her coffee, as if pondering something. “I can understand that. My family… well, we’re kind of scattered. My dad and I haven’t been close in years. I guess you could say I’m not the best at family stuff.” (I know Leah is very close with her family just pretend for this okay, thanks.)

You tilt your head, curious. “Do you want to talk about it? If you’re comfortable, of course.”

Leah hesitates for a moment, then shakes her head lightly. “Maybe not yet. It’s just… complicated, I guess.”

You nod, understanding. “I get that. Family can be messy sometimes.”

There’s a pause, a soft silence between you as you both sip your coffee. But then, Leah seems to gather her thoughts, her eyes meeting yours with a playful glint.

“So,” she begins, shifting in her seat, “if you don’t mind me asking… are you seeing anyone right now?”

The question catches you off guard for a moment. It’s casual enough, but there’s a hint of curiosity in Leah’s voice. You take a moment before answering, trying to gauge the vibe between you.

“No,” you answer with a smile. “I’m not seeing anyone. It’s been a while, actually. And I’ve been focused on Ellie more than anything.”

Leah’s eyes brighten a little, but she quickly hides her reaction behind a sip of her coffee. “Same here,” she admits, her tone a little more guarded. “I mean, I’ve been focused on football and… well, you know, the team. But I guess, it’s… it’s hard sometimes. Being single, I mean.”

You raise an eyebrow, a little surprised. “Really? I would’ve thought someone like you wouldn’t have a hard time with that.”

Leah chuckles, her cheeks flushing slightly. “You’d think, right? But it’s not always as easy as it looks.”

There’s an awkward pause, but this time it feels less tense. Instead, it’s more like you’re both getting to know each other in a way that feels… real.

Leah shifts again, leaning forward just a little. “So… if you don’t mind me asking, do you think I’m… I don’t know, someone you’d want to see again? Not that I’m trying to put any pressure on you or anything, just… curious.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of her vulnerability. “I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you again, Leah.”

Her eyes widen slightly, as if she wasn’t expecting you to say that. Then, she laughs, a bit of nervous energy spilling out. “Good. Because, um, I think I’d like that too.”

You both sit there for a moment, letting the quiet settle between you. Leah seems more comfortable now, more herself. And for the first time, you realize that this might not just be a casual coffee between two people who bumped into each other. It feels like the beginning of something… something you both are unsure about, but excited to explore.

As the conversation slows, Leah seems to hesitate for a moment, like she’s considering something. Then, with a soft exhale, she looks at you with a hint of a playful smile.

“So… I was thinking,” she starts, her voice a little more tentative than before. “If you’re up for it, we could go back to mine and watch a movie. I mean, if you don’t have anything else planned?”

You smile, intrigued by the idea. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

Leah’s face lights up, and she gestures toward the door, clearly relieved. “Great! It’s not much, but it’s home.”

The two of you step outside, and after a short drive, you find yourselves at Leah’s house. It’s quieter here, tucked away in a suburban neighborhood that feels worlds away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Leah unlocks the door, and you follow her inside, your eyes scanning the cozy living room. The faint scent of coffee and something sweet fills the air.

She tosses her keys onto the side table and looks over at you. “Make yourself comfortable,” she says, pointing to the couch. “I’ll grab some snacks.”

You sit down, the soft cushions sinking under you as you take in the space. It’s simple, but warm. Homey, in a way. You pull your legs up on the couch, settling into the corner.

Leah returns with a bowl of popcorn, a couple of drinks, and a small grin on her face. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I grabbed a little bit of everything.”

You smile as she hands you a drink. “Thanks. This is perfect.”

Leah starts the movie, something lighthearted and funny, the kind of film that makes you laugh without needing to think too much. For a while, you’re both just immersed in the movie, the sound of laughter filling the space. But as the film progresses, you feel a subtle shift in the air between you two.

You shift slightly on the couch, unconsciously leaning toward Leah. Without realizing it, you end up curling up a little closer to her, your head resting lightly on her shoulder. You can feel the warmth radiating from her body, her presence somehow grounding and comforting. It feels natural—nothing too forward, just two people getting lost in the moment.

Leah freezes for a split second, then lets out a soft breath. You don’t notice at first, too wrapped up in the movie and the closeness, but then you feel her tense up. You glance up at her, only to find her staring ahead at the screen, but her cheeks are flushed, and her grip on the popcorn bowl has loosened just a little.

You smile to yourself, unaware of how much of an effect you’re having on her. The weight of your head resting against her shoulder seems to be making her a mess—her breathing slightly heavier, her hand shaking as it hovers near the popcorn. She’s trying to focus on the movie, but it’s clear she’s struggling to keep herself together.

You let out a small sigh of contentment, still feeling relaxed and at ease in her presence. But Leah, on the other hand, seems to be quietly losing her composure. Her heart races under the calm exterior she’s desperately trying to maintain.

At one point, she pauses the movie, the silence between you two becoming more palpable.

“Are you… okay?” you ask softly, not fully aware of what you might have done to make her so flustered.

Leah lets out a shaky laugh, her voice lower than usual. “Yeah. Just… didn’t expect you to cuddle in like that.”

You blink, surprised by her reaction. “Oh. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I—”

“No!” Leah quickly interrupts, her hands raised in reassurance. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, feeling a rush of warmth flood your chest at her honesty. “I’m just… relaxing,” you say, trying to brush it off casually.

But Leah is anything but relaxed. She glances down at you, her eyes soft but filled with something more intense now. She swallows hard, as if trying to calm her racing thoughts.

“Well,” she says slowly, almost like she’s testing the waters, “just so you know… if you keep doing that… you might just make me completely lose it.”

You raise an eyebrow at her words, still blissfully unaware of how deeply you’ve affected her. But the playful glint in her eyes makes your heart skip a beat. You never expected to have this kind of effect on her, but here you are—both of you caught in a moment that neither of you seem ready to pull away from.

You don’t move away, instead, just relaxing deeper into her side, the movie playing on in the background, but the space between you both has shifted. It’s no longer just a casual hangout. It’s something else.

The movie ends, and the credits start to roll, but the atmosphere between us feels like it’s suspended in time. My heart is racing, but I’m trying to keep it together. The moment you cuddled up to me on the couch, I knew I was in trouble. Every inch of my body is on fire, my mind clouded with thoughts of you—of how close you are, how effortlessly comfortable you make me feel, even when I’m a complete mess inside.

I glance at the clock, and my heart sinks a little. It’s almost time to pick up Ellie.

You stretch out slightly, moving away from me just a little as you let out a soft sigh. “I should probably go,” you say, your voice calm, but I can hear the hint of reluctance in it, too.

I nod, trying to ignore the fact that the thought of you leaving is… well, it makes my chest tighten. “Yeah, I guess it’s getting late.”

We both stand up, and I walk you to the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. The closer we get to the door, the more aware I am of how close we are, of how my heart won’t stop pounding in my chest. I can feel the heat radiating from you, and it makes my mind spin.

I reach for the door handle, but when I look over at you, it’s like the world slows down. You’re standing there, looking at me, but there’s something different in your eyes—a softness, a warmth. And I feel it. The pull. The connection.

We’re standing so close now, and I can’t help but notice the way your breath catches just slightly, your chest rising and falling with each breath, just like mine. The tension is thick in the air, and I can feel it in every inch of my body. I don’t know what to do, but I can’t stop myself from feeling drawn to you.

I bite my lip nervously, my eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, trying to figure out if I’m reading this right. “So…” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, “What do you want to do now?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, there’s a moment of silence, where everything else fades away. Then, before I can even process it, you step closer, your eyes locked on mine.

And just like that, you lean in.

Your lips press softly against mine, the kiss gentle at first, as if testing the waters. But then, it deepens, just a little, and I feel the spark. I’m frozen for a split second, completely caught off guard by how natural it feels, how perfectly your lips fit against mine.

It’s a long kiss, one that feels like it’s suspended in time, each second stretching on, lingering in a way that makes my heart race even faster. I can feel the warmth of your body, the slight pressure of your hands, your scent filling my senses, and suddenly nothing else matters.

When we finally pull away, we both stand there, breathless. My pulse is pounding, my chest heaving. For a second, I’m too stunned to speak, too caught up in what just happened. The kiss wasn’t just a fleeting thing—it was something real, something more than either of us had expected.

You smile softly at me, and I can’t help but smile back, feeling the same warmth that’s been radiating between us all afternoon.

“Wow,” I whisper, my voice still a little shaky. “That… that was…” I trail off, still a little stunned by what just happened.

You grin, your eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else—something I can’t quite place. “Yeah. I guess I wanted to do that for a while.”

I chuckle softly, still not fully processing everything. “Well, I’m glad you did.”

As I watch you turn to leave, I can’t help but feel a sense of longing. Something’s shifted between us, and I don’t know where this is going, but for the first time in a while, I don’t feel scared about it.

I stand in the doorway, watching you go, my heart still racing in my chest. What just happened felt like the beginning of something, and I can’t wait to see where it leads.

After training, your phone buzzes with a message from Leah. Her text is simple yet carries a weight of unspoken words:

“Hey, would love to spend more time with you today. Are you free?”

A smile tugs at your lips as you read her message. The connection between you two has been undeniable, and the thought of spending more time together fills you with warmth.

You quickly type a response:

“I’d love that. Let me check with my parents to see if they can look after Ellie.”

You call your parents, explaining the situation. They agree to take care of Ellie for the day, though you sense a hint of curiosity in their voices. They don’t press further, but you can tell they’re a bit suspicious.

With everything set, you head over to Leah’s house. As you arrive, she greets you with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

Inside, you both settle into the kitchen, the familiar scent of coffee and something sweet in the air. The conversation flows easily, laughter and shared stories filling the space between you.

After a few minutes, Leah’s demeanor shifts. She becomes a bit more reserved, her eyes occasionally meeting yours before quickly looking away. You notice her hands fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve, a subtle sign of her nervousness.

Sensing her hesitation, you decide to bridge the gap. You gently reach out, placing your hand over hers. Her breath catches, and she looks up at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance.

With a soft smile, you lean in, closing the distance between you. Leah’s eyes flutter closed as your lips meet in a gentle kiss. The world seems to pause around you, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a surge of emotion, a connection that feels both new and familiar. Leah’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your arms wrapping around her.

The kiss is tender yet filled with unspoken promises, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you’re beginning to explore together. When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, a shared smile playing on your lips.

Leah rests her forehead against yours, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she admits, her cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

You chuckle softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Me too,” you reply, your heart swelling with affection.

As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you realize that this is just the beginning of something beautiful. The future feels uncertain, but with Leah by your side, you’re ready to face whatever comes next.

It’s been a few weeks since that first kiss, and every moment with you feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. Our time together has been filled with laughter, shared stories, and a connection that feels deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced. But there’s something I’ve been holding back, something I can’t keep to myself any longer.

We’re sitting on the couch in my living room, a movie playing softly in the background, though neither of us is paying much attention. Your head rests on my shoulder, and I can feel the steady rhythm of your breathing. I gently brush a strand of hair from your face, my fingers lingering on your skin.

“Hey,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

You look up at me, your eyes warm and inviting. “Yeah?”

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. “I… I’ve been thinking about us. About how much you mean to me. And I don’t want to keep pretending that I’m not completely in love with you.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and I can see the surprise and joy in them. You sit up, turning to face me fully. “Leah…”

I reach for your hand, holding it gently in mine. “I know we’ve been taking things slow, and I don’t want to rush anything. But I can’t imagine my life without you in it. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is… will you be my girlfriend?”

A smile spreads across your face, and your eyes sparkle with happiness. “Yes,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “Yes, I will.”

I pull you into a tight embrace, my heart swelling with happiness. “I promise I’ll make you the happiest person alive,” I whisper.

You pull back slightly, looking into my eyes. “You already do,” you reply, your voice filled with sincerity.

We share a tender kiss, sealing the promise of our future together.

[meazalykov]

taken back by your actions

sydney lohmann x reader

all of your relationships get sabotaged, and you do not know why

warnings: sydney being a bit possessive but nothing too much

you still remember the day you walked out of arsenal's training ground for the last time. the weight pressing down on your shoulders had become unbearable, suffocating even. 

every interaction with jonas felt like another nail driven into your resolve, chipping away at your love for the game. the way that you hated stepping on the pitch for this man was something that you did not realize for a while. his constant criticism lingered like an unwelcome shadow, twisting your passion into something unrecognizable.

it was as if every word he spoke was designed to remind you of your shortcomings, of how you were never quite enough for his vision of the team.

the nights in london became longer, the silence of your flat heavy with regret and frustration. you hated this. you hated this shit! you’d catch glimpses of your reflection in the darkened windows, eyes tired and spirit battered. 

north london’s vibrancy faded, replaced by the monochrome routine of surviving each day under his scrutiny. teammates whispered their sympathies, even though they were going through the same thing themselves.. but no one could truly understand the hollow ache of feeling unwanted in a place that was supposed to be your sanctuary.

when the offer from bayern came, it felt like a lifeline tossed into your stormy seas. munich was the light in a place where you could breathe again, where you could actually find joy in playing again. 

the transition wasn’t without its challenges. the german city was foreign, its streets winding and unfamiliar. the mornings started with the crisp air of bavaria brushing against your cheeks as you made your way to training.

later on… the girls at bayern welcomed you with open arms. tuva was the first to reach out, her warm smile and infectious laughter making the locker room feel less daunting. she was a whirlwind of energy, eager to include you in team traditions, making you feel like a part of the family from the start. 

training was different here… more driven you shall say. it was intense too, but without the undercurrent of judgment you’d grown accustomed to.

you felt nostalgia when you played against georgia during a 1v1 in training, you guys used to battle it out during those manchester city vs arsenal games a long time ago.

overtime throghout the season.. there were evenings spent at georgia’s too, everyone was crowded around her tiny kitchen, the smell of homemade food filling the space while laughter echoed off the walls.

the days blended into a rhythm. you were still healing, pieces of your past lurking in the corners of your mind, but you were not in london anymore. you felt the beginnings of something you thought you had lost...hope.

in munich, you met a girl who you were hitting it off with. 

maeve. 

maeve was a pretty, very tall, model. the red hair of hers matched her freckles and her olive medium toned skin. maeve was kind, yet knew how to stand up for herself. she was creative, knew how to take art seriously, and y/n thought that maeve was someone that she wanted while living here in munich. 

things were good for a good month and a half. you always saw maeve after your trainings, the girl even came to one of your games against frankfurt. however, you first noticed something was off with maeve when she stopped replying as quickly. 

the late-night conversations you used to have, the playful teasing, the way she’d send voice notes just to hear your laugh…it all faded into a long silence. 

at first, you thought she was just busy. i mean.. your football schedules were demanding, and you understood that maeve was probably busy with her model work. 

suddenly, you realized that maeve ghosted you entirely.  

you never got an explanation. just a cold, quiet withdrawal, like she had never been interested in the first place. it stung, but you moved on, or at least tried to. 

when you met stevie, just two months after maeve left.. you thought maybe things would be different. stevie was confident, her blonde smooth hair matching her words, and she had this ridiculous way of making you laugh at the most inappropriate times. 

you liked her…maybe not head-over-heels yet, but you liked her.  

then, it happened again.  

stevie started pulling away, just like maeve had. the blonde’s texts turned into one-word answers, her playful flirting disappeared.

before you knew it, she was gone too.  

except this time, you knew why.  

you had seen it with your own eyes.  

that night at the bar, you had been with the bayern girls, unwinding after a tough match the night before, when you saw stevie at the counter, nursing a drink and laughing at something. 

you hadn’t planned to intrude until you noticed who she was laughing with.  

sydney.  

your stomach turned as you watched them, sydney leaning in close, eyes sharp with intention. her hand grazed stevie’s arm, her lips curled into something undeniably flirtatious. it wasn’t just friendly banter…it was calculated. 

of course… just a few days later, stevie was gone. just like maeve.  

that’s when the fury set in.  

a week later.. the locker room was packed before the game against hoffenheim, but you didn’t care. 

you stormed in, ignoring the looks, how all of the girls were in harmony while tying their boots. however, the girls noticed the air shifting as you marched straight toward sydney, who had just sat down on the bench, wiping the sweat from her forehead.  

“taking other people’s girls? are you kidding me?” your voice was sharp, unwavering, slicing through the room like a blade. 

conversations around you died instantly. 

all eyes turned to the two of you.  

sydney blinked up at you, feigning confusion. 

“what the hell are you talking about?”  

“don’t play dumb,” you shot back, your hands clenched at your sides. 

“first maeve, now stevie? what, you just get some sick pleasure out of ruining the talking stages of every girl i talk to?”  

sydney exhaled, shaking her head. 

“you don’t know what you’re saying.”  

“oh, i know exactly what i’m saying.” you took a step closer, not caring how your voice raised. 

“you couldn’t even be subtle about it this time. you were all over stevie that night, and next thing i know, she’s done with me. just like maeve. what is your problem?”  

sydney looked away, jaw tight. 

“you wouldn’t understand.”  

you scoffed. 

“try me.”  

sydney looked up.

“its not like you guys were officially together anyways y/n, relax.“

silence. sydney’s fingers curled around the towel in her lap, knuckles whitening. you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the lack of an answer only ignited your anger further.  

“you’re pathetic.” the words slipped out before you could stop them, laced with frustration and betrayal. 

“i actually thought you had some worth.”  

the second the words left your mouth, magda was there, her arms wrapping around your waist from behind.  

“that’s enough,” she murmured, voice firm yet gentle as she physically lifted you away. your feet barely skimmed the floor as she hauled you out of the locker room, your rage still burning hot.  

inside, the girls were silent for a moment before klara spoke up.  

“okay, but seriously,” she said, staring straight at sydney, 

“what the hell is your problem with y/n? you’re acting like a jealous ex.”  

a few of the girls snickered, but sydney didn’t even flinch. the german’s gaze was locked on the door you had just been carried through, something unreadable in her expression.  

klara tilted her head. 

“wait.” her eyes narrowed. 

“are you actually—oh my god!”  

“what?” georgia leaned in.  

klara turned to face the rest of the room, looking somewhere between amused and utterly exasperated. 

“sydney has a thing for y/n.”  

the locker room erupted in noise. shocked gasps, laughter, disbelief. tuva nearly choked on her water.  

sydney groaned, burying her face in her hands. 

“shut up.”  

two months passed, and you didn’t speak to sydney. 

not once.  

she noticed. oh, she noticed.  

she noticed in the way you didn’t even glance at her in training, how you ignored her presence completely. she noticed in the way you laughed with georgia, leaned into lena and lea during team outings, but never even stood near her. 

she noticed in the way her name left your vocabulary entirely, as if she had never been a part of your life to begin with.  

and it was killing her.  

so when she finally got you alone in the locker room, when it was just the two of you left in the quiet space, she cracked.  

“i did it because i wanted you.”  

the words came out rushed, raw, like she had been holding them in for years. 

you had just finished untying your cleats when you froze, looking up at her with a furrowed brow.  

“what?”  

sydney exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. 

“i hated seeing you with those people. maeve, stevie…god, it was fucking unbearable. they didn’t deserve you. they didn’t even see you the way i do.”  

your chest tightened, confusion laced with something deeper. 

“what the fuck are you talking about, sydney?”  

she stepped closer, her voice quieter now, but just as intense. 

“i wanted you for myself, y/n. i wanted you before i even realized it. after that champions league match while you were at arsenal, after we tackled each other…fuck, i hated you for a second, but then i looked at you, like really looked at you, and suddenly i couldn’t think about anything else.”  

your breath hitched. 

“sydney—”  

“i know i went about it the wrong way,” she admitted, voice hoarse. 

“i know i was an idiot. but i couldn’t stand seeing you fall for people who didn’t even know half the things about you that i do.” she swallowed hard, finally meeting your gaze. 

“i didn’t know what else to do.”  

silence stretched between you. the weight of her words, the weight of everything she had done, settled over the space like a thick fog.  

you should have been angry. you should have called her out for her ridiculous behavior, told her she had no right to sabotage your relationships.  

instead, you found yourself staring at her, really seeing her for the first time.  

she was nervous. the german’s fingers twitched at her sides, her jaw was tight, her usually confident demeanor fractured by vulnerability.  

suddenly, the anger melted just a little.  

“you’re so stupid,” you muttered, shaking your head.  

sydney blinked. 

“what?”  

you exhaled, finally standing up, closing the space between you. 

“if you wanted me, you could have just said so.”  

sydney’s lips parted slightly, but no words came. 

you reached out, letting your fingers brush against hers, and she sucked in a quiet breath.  

“but if you ever pull that shit again,” you added, voice softer now, “we’re done before we even start.”  

her eyes searched yours. 

“does this mean—”  

“it means you’ve got a chance,” you said, squeezing her fingers. 

“but you better not be shy now, because i don’t do the whole ‘shy and stupid’ thing.”  

a slow, stunned smile spread across her lips. 

“okay,” she breathed. 

“okay.”

you glanced at her lips for just a second before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, lingering just enough to watch her breath hitch. 

"everyone's outside waiting for training to start," you murmured against her skin, pulling back slightly.  

sydney didn’t let you go far…her hand curled around your wrist, tugging you right back in as she captured your lips properly this time, deep and certain. when she finally pulled away, a smirk played on her face. 

“you missed the first time.”  

you huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. 

“i didn’t miss. i was just teasing.”  

sydney rolled her eyes before gripping your waist, spinning you both around as she pulled you out of the locker room, her hand firm against your side, making sure you stayed close.

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[heliosunny]

Your yandere crown prince phainon was soo GOOD, I fell in love with the way you write him omg?? I hope you will make a part 3 of it!!

At first I nv thought he'd received this much love haha. Here at my blog, you ask n you shall receive.

Yandere! Crown Prince Phainon x Reader - P3

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The king and queen had been patient at first.

But patience only lasted so long.

“You have been married for months, and yet there is no news” the queen sighed, gracefully sipping her tea as you sat with her in the royal gardens.

The king, seated beside her, nodded in agreement. “Phainon was our strongest. We expect great heirs from him, my dear.”

You nearly choked on your tea.

“Your Majesties-” you began, but the queen only gave you an amused glance.

“We do not mean to pressure you,” she said sweetly. “But we are looking forward to hearing good news soon.”

You offered a polite smile, trying not to let your exhaustion show. “Phainon and I have been quite busy with state affairs-”

“Yes, yes” the king waved a hand. “But surely you can....multitask.”

Your cheeks burned.

You knew Phainon adored his parents, but they were relentless.

Phainon, of course, had no problem with their expectations.

Every night, after a long day of handling state affairs, he would slip into your chamber and coddle himself against you, resting his head in your lap, holding you close, occasionally mumbling half-asleep words about keeping you in bed for an entire day.

“They are right, you know” he murmured one evening, nuzzling against your shoulder as you tried- and failed to finish your paperwork.

“Phainon...” you sighed, trying to push him off gently.

“We could stay in bed for days” he continued lazily. “Just you and me, no responsibilities”

“And an entire kingdom left to ruin?” you retorted, still writing.

He huffed against your skin. “The kingdom can wait. My wife cannot.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “We will discuss this when we’re not drowning in work.”

“Hmm.” He didn’t sound convinced.

But he did, at least, let you finish.

A few days later, while you were buried in paperwork, Castorice arrived unexpectedly.

“Your Highness, I need your help.”

You looked up, surprised by her determined expression. “What is it?”

She took a deep breath. “I need… love advice.”

You blinked. Then, setting your papers aside, you gestured for her to sit. “Tell me everything.”

She hesitated for a moment before sighing. “There’s someone I like. But I don’t know how to approach them.”

“Do they know you well?”

“Somewhat” she muttered. “But they never seem to notice me that way.”

You smiled knowingly. “Then we’ll just have to see how they feel, won’t we?”

You and Castorice devised a simple plan: observe her love interest from afar and analyze their behavior.

Of course, this required leaving the palace, which meant sneaking out carefully.

And that meant Phainon didn’t know where you were. That was a problem.

Because when he realized you had left without informing him, his mind immediately jumped to one conclusion: She’s avoiding me.

Phainon, for all his strength and confidence, was utterly terrible at handling the idea that you might lose interest in him.

So when you returned that evening, completely unaware of his brooding thoughts, you found him sitting in your chamber, blue eyes unreadable as he watched you enter.

You paused, sensing something was off. “Phainon?”

“Did you have fun?” he asked smoothly.

You blinked. “What?”

“With Castorice” he continued, voice eerily calm. “You seemed quite… occupied.”

You sighed, setting down your cloak. “Phainon, if you’re upset, just say it.”

His jaw clenched slightly. “I am not upset.”

You arched a brow. “You are upset.”

He huffed, looking away.

“I merely find it interesting” he muttered, “that you had the time to wander the city for her but cannot spare a moment for us.”

Your eyes softened. You stepped closer, cupping his face gently. “Phainon. I am not avoiding you.”

His hands came up to hold your wrists, his grip firm. “Are you certain?”

“Absolutely” you murmured. “Castorice needed help. That’s all. And besides-” You smirked slightly. “Are you really jealous?”

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“I do not get jealous” he muttered.

You chuckled. “Oh? Then why are you sulking?”

There was only silence. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he pulled you into his lap, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I missed you” he admitted quietly.

“I missed you too.”

And just like that, his grip tightened, as if reminding himself that no matter the distractions, no matter the politics- You were still his.

“You must come, Your Highness” Castorice urged, a playful glint in her eyes. “It will be a lovely gathering- tea, gossip, and good company.”

You chuckled, setting aside your paperwork. “A gathering of noble ladies, you mean?”

“Exactly” she grinned. “You have been so busy. This is a chance to relax.”

You hesitated briefly, but then nodded. “Alright. Just for a while.”

Little did you know, not everyone at the tea party was pleased by your presence.

The moment you arrived at the elegant garden, a certain noblewoman- Lady Evelyne, greeted you with a forced smile.

“Your Highness” she said smoothly. “What an honor to have you here.”

You returned the courtesy, though something in her gaze felt off.

Throughout the afternoon, she and her followers exchanged glances, whispering behind their teacups. You could feel the weight of their envy, resentment hidden beneath polite words.

“The Crown Prince must adore you” one lady mused with a fake smile. “To choose you over so many other suitable ladies.”

You met her gaze steadily. “I would hope a marriage is based on more than just suitability.”

A few chuckled, but Evelyne’s eyes darkened.

And from that moment, you knew.

She was not simply envious. She was bitter.

As evening fell, you bid farewell to Castorice and the others, preparing to return to the palace. But Evelyne had plans.

She and her followers arranged for a carriage accident, one that would make it seem like a mere misfortune.

“She is just a noble by birth” Evelyne murmured to her accomplices. “Not a true royal. If something were to happen to her, perhaps the prince would realize his mistake.”

And so, as your carriage passed through a dimly lit path. The wheels snapped. The horses reared. The entire vehicle lurched before tumbling to the side.

Pain shot through your body as you hit the cold ground, disoriented. And before you could react, figures emerged from the darkness.

Back at the palace, Phainon’s brows furrowed as he stood at Castorice’s side.

“She has not returned from the party.” he said, voice low.

Castorice frowned. “Impossible, she left some time ago. She should already be back.”

Phainon’s expression darkened.

“Something is wrong.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel, issuing orders to his guards.

“Find her. Now.”

In his chest, beneath the calm fury, a sickening fear took root. If something had happened to you, there would be no mercy.

By the time Phainon arrived at the scene, the assailants had already moved in.

But they had not expected him.

A gloved hand shot forward, grabbing one attacker by the throat. A sickening crack echoed as the prince threw them aside with no hesitation.

The others barely had time to react before Phainon’s sword gleamed in the moonlight, swift, merciless.

Finally, he saw you. Bruised. Hurt.

A heartbeat later, he was at your side, gathering you into his arms.

“Who did this?” his voice was deathly quiet, his fingers tightening.

You exhaled shakily, leaning into his warmth. “It was…” You hesitated. “Lady Evelyne.”

Phainon stilled.

“I see...She thinks she can harm my wife and go unpunished?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, my love. I will handle this.”

Evelyne had expected repercussions.

But not this.

She knelt in the dimly lit chamber of the palace dungeons, wrists bound with thick iron cuffs, her face pale as she watched the crown prince enter.

Phainon did not speak at first. He merely stood there, tall, composed, eyes gleaming with something terrible. Then, in a voice so calm it sent shivers down her spine, he said, “You attempted to harm my wife.”

Evelyne swallowed hard. “Your Highness, I-”

“You dared to lay a hand on the Crown Princess,” he continued, voice unwavering. “and you thought you would live to boast about it?”

The sheer finality in his tone made her blood run cold. This was not a man who threatened. This was a man who delivered.

And so, Lady Evelyne and her conspirators were sentenced: Public disgrace. Wealth and titles stripped. Families exiled.

But for Evelyne herself? Phainon had far worse in mind.

When you found out, you insisted on seeing him.

Despite your injuries.

Despite your weakness.

You dragged yourself from bed, barely making it to the royal hall where he sat, issuing commands.

The moment Phainon saw you, his gaze hardened. “You should be resting” he said, immediately rising from his seat.

But you shook your head. “I came to ask for mercy.”

His eyes darkened.

“For her?”

You took a slow breath. “I want her to suffer, too. But this will not erase what happened. Let this be enough.”

For the first time in days, Phainon hesitated.

You were still weak. Still recovering. And yet, you had come all this way just to beg for someone who had nearly taken you from him. Phainon clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching in restraint.

“Fine.” But there was no relief in his voice. Only begrudging compliance. “But do not ask me for such mercy again.”

When Mydei and Anaxa heard what happened, they were quick to come to your side.

“We should have ensured your safety” Anaxa admitted, voice heavy with guilt. “It was reckless to let you return alone.”

Mydei nodded. “We won’t let this happen again.”

You offered them both a tired smile. “It was not your fault. But thank you.”

Still, you could tell that from this moment on, they would not let you be so vulnerable again. And neither would Phainon.

After that night, something changed in the palace.

The noblewomen who once whispered behind their fans now lowered their gazes in Phainon’s presence.

Servants spoke in hushed tones about what had happened to Evelyne.

The message was clear: No one was to touch the Crown Princess.

Not unless they wished to meet a merciless fate.

And so, you found yourself at the center of cautious admiration.

Not just as the prince’s beloved wife, but as the only one who could soften his wrath.

Days later, as you lay in your sickbed, Castorice arrived with an unfamiliar man at her side.

“Your Highness,” she said with a small smile. “I wanted to introduce someone.”

The man beside her bowed deeply. “It is an honor, Crown Princess.”

He was polite. Refined. And when he looked at Castorice, there was genuine admiration in his eyes.

You studied him for a moment, then gave Castorice the smallest nod of approval.

Her expression brightened.

“I knew you would understand!”

You chuckled softly. “Just… choose wisely.”

Because even now, you knew- Love was a dangerous thing.

That evening, Phainon returned from court matters only to find an unfamiliar man had been in your presence.

His expression immediately soured.

“Who was he?” he asked, tone clipped.

You sighed, already sensing where this was going. “Castorice’s love interest.”

Phainon was not convinced.

“And what was he doing in your chamber?”

You gave him a tired look. “Introducing himself. Nothing more.”

Still, he loomed over you, arms crossing. “I don’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Are you jealous again?”

His blue eyes narrowed.

“You are my wife” he murmured, leaning in. “Why would I not be?”

You reached up, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Then stop sulking. Castorice is happy. That should be enough.”

He exhaled, leaning into your touch. “As long as he knows his place.”

You shook your head with a small laugh.

The palace had been peaceful for weeks. No new assassination attempts. No political rivalries stirring.

But peace never lasted long.

“Your Highness, urgent news from the eastern border.”

A messenger arrived at the court in haste, kneeling before Phainon as he presented a sealed letter.

Phainon broke the wax and scanned the contents, his expression shifting from intrigue to frustration to thinly veiled rage.

“The border defenses are failing” he said, voice calm but heavy with warning. “A foreign faction is exploiting the weakness left after the last war.”

You watched from your seat beside him, fingers tightening on the armrest.

“Do we know who leads them?” you asked.

The messenger hesitated.

“It is not just one faction, Your Highness. A coalition has formed mercenaries, rogue nobles, and…” He swallowed. “One of our own generals.”

The court stilled. A traitor.

Phainon’s grip on the letter crumpled the parchment.

“His name?”

“General Orpheus, Your Highness.”

The weight of betrayal settled over the room.

Orpheus was once a trusted military leader, one who fought beside Phainon in past campaigns. Now, he had turned against the crown.

Phainon’s jaw clenched.

“Then I will deal with him myself.”

Later that night, you found him in the war chambers, pouring over maps and battle reports, his eyes sharp with focus.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look up. “I must.”

You stepped closer. “You just secured the kingdom. If you leave now, others will use this as an opportunity to create disorder in court.”

“If I don’t leave, the border will fall” he countered.

You knew he was right. But something about this war felt different.

“Let me go with you” you said.

His head snapped up. “No.”

“I can help-”

“No.”

His voice left no room for argument.

“You are still recovering. I will not risk your life again.”

You met his gaze defiantly. “And I will not sit idle while you fight alone.”

A dangerous silence stretched between you.

He exhaled slowly, reaching forward to cradle your face.

“I swore to protect you. And if I must cut down an entire army to ensure you remain safe, then I will.”

His forehead rested against yours, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Stay here, my love. Wait for me.”

You closed your eyes.

Because no matter how much you wanted to stand by his side, you knew he would never allow it.

Days passed.

The battle waged in the east.

And then—The betrayal struck.

Not from the battlefield, but within the palace itself. Late one evening, a servant rushed into your chambers, breathless.

“Your Highness! The council— they are trying to strip the prince of his authority!”

You froze. “What?”

“The royal ministers...Duke Varion, Marquis Sareth...they claim that Phainon’s campaign is reckless. That he seeks war only for his own ambition.”

Your blood turned cold.

The moment Phainon left the capital, these leeches had taken their chance to turn the court against him.

You rose swiftly, ignoring the lingering ache in your body.

“Summon the council immediately.”

If they thought you would be a weak regent in Phainon’s absence, you have to prove that they were wrong.

When you entered the council chamber, every noble eye turned to you. The ministers sat in their high-backed chairs, their expressions carefully neutral. But you saw it—the quiet defiance.

Duke Varion stood. “Your Highness, we mean no disrespect, but we must question whether it is wise to let the Crown Prince—”

“Enough.”

Your voice was not loud. But it carried authority.

Varion hesitated.

You stepped forward, eyes sharp.

“You claim my husband is reckless?”

“We claim he is endangering the kingdom-”

“He is defending it,” you cut in smoothly. “And yet, while he sheds blood for this land, you sit here—plotting how to weaken him.”

You let the moment of silence stretch, let the weight of your words settle.

Then, voice calm but unyielding, you said:

“If anyone wishes to challenge the Crown Prince’s rule, they may do so when he returns.

“And I promise” your gaze swept over them, cold and unrelenting“he will return.”

When Phainon finally rode back into the capital—victorious, bloodstained, and utterly unforgiving

He wasted no time in purging the court.

Duke Varion? Stripped of his lands.

Marquis Sareth? Exiled.

Any noble who had dared to question his authority? Crushed beneath the weight of his retribution.

When he finally reached you, his hardened expression softened. You were waiting at the palace gates, your heart pounding as he dismounted his warhorse.

Without hesitation, he strode toward you, ignoring the watching nobles, ignoring the blood still drying on his gloves, he pulled you into his arms.

“You protected my rule” he murmured into your hair.

“Of course,” you whispered. “Did you think I would let them take what is ours?”

His grip tightened.

“My love,” he whispered, voice raw, “how could I ever deserve you?”

You pulled back just enough to cup his face.

“You do.”

Without another word, he kissed you.

It had been another exhausting day. Meetings. Political disputes. The lingering tension from Phainon’s latest campaign.

But above all—

His parents.

“When will we expect an heir?” the Queen had asked over dinner, smiling ever so sweetly.

You nearly choked on your tea. Again.

The King only laughed. “We are not rushing, of course.”

But they were.

Their eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement, expectant whenever they looked between you and Phainon.

The moment you left the dining hall, you sighed.

“They aren’t going to let this go.”

Beside you, Phainon smirked.

“They are not wrong to be impatient.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you would say that.”

But he only hummed, his eyes glinting with something wicked.

“Perhaps it is time we oblige them, my love.”

The moment you entered your chambers, Phainon wasted no time.

He cornered you before you could step away, his hands braced on either side of you, trapping you against the wall.

“Are you tired?” he murmured, his voice deep, velvety.

You swallowed.

“A little.”

His lips brushed your ear.

“I’ll be gentle, then.”

Heat curled low in your stomach.

“Phainon-”

His hand slid to your waist, his touch warm.

“Tell me,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss against your pulse, “do you want this?”

You shivered beneath his touch.

“Yes.”

That was all he needed.

Between silken sheets and tangled limbs, Phainon worshipped you.

His kisses traced reverent paths down your skin, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

“You are mine” he whispered against your lips, eyes dark with desire. “And I will make sure the world knows it.”

You gasped as he moved against you, his warmth consuming you whole.

“You speak as if I am not already yours” you teased, breathless.

His grip tightened.

“I know you are” he murmured, “but I will make sure there is no doubt.”

A vow sealed beneath moonlight and quiet, desperate gasps. And as he finally held you close, the weight of his love sinking into your bones, you knew— This was more than just duty. More than just an heir.

When the morning light streamed through the curtains, you stirred, muscles pleasantly sore.

Phainon was already awake, lying beside you, his arm draped over your waist.

“Good morning, my love” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

You sighed. “Morning.”

His hand traced idle patterns against your skin. “How are you feeling?”

You turned to him, arching a brow. “Why don't you guess?”

His smirk was unapologetic.

“I was thorough last night.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Do you think… it worked?”

A rare softness crossed his features.

“Perhaps.” You bit your lip, fingers brushing over his hand. “If it did… would you be happy?”

He cupped your cheek.

“You are all I have ever wanted.”

And for once, there was no war. No court schemes. No looming threats. Just you and him.

[gangstalkerbarbie]

You know maybe this is like a cultural thing but I don't have a man to look after, right, and I'm fulfilled running my household, personally. I find it fulfilling same as anybody else, because yeah, it is inherently fulfilling. It's inherently fulfilling to have a place of my own, over which I have executive authority. In principle I enjoy keeping it tidy, maintaining it, looking after it, and one day I want to bring children into it.

It's my responsibility, which is why in theory I should have the opportunity to go to work to make money in order to take care of it. To have that opportunity, it needs to exist under the law, and I need to be able to theoretically acquire employable skills and then get employed, whether I like working and want to do it or not (I don't, if I could be a lady of leisure I would be, but even ladies of leisure have incomes — just passive ones grown from inherited money).

If you want to do fulfilling things, you need to get money from somewhere to afford to do them, and generally speaking you need the freedom to go and get money in order to consolidate your buns and get up to go get money. Unless another class of people exists that can do it for you, but is it fair to put that on men? They crack under the pressure, you know?

They usually make more than women for the same work, but in this economy it's generally exhausting to try to support a family by yourself regardless of your gender, it's just mildly more so for most women unless they have men that know how to help keep house. I'm a lesbian personally, so my wife and I don't have gendered expectations between us that our egos ride on, but men and women both equally want to be good spouses, and some elements of the traditional expectations around that are confining for everyone.

The reason people object to these influencers isn't because after millions of years of female animals maintaining dens, it's suddenly against women's best interests to live in and run houses. We're going to be doing that until the sun dies.

It's just, in what conditions? If you have a person that loves you and brings you money, freeing you not to work so that you can focus on taking care of the house you love, that's an undisputed good, but health isn't eternal and a lot of people don't.

A lot of people these days choose bad men and then end up trapped with them because they looked for husbands all their teen years instead of studying to do well paying work that could support them and some hypothetical children, in case it went wrong. The danger isn't the advertisement of domestic labour as fulfilling, which at some point you have to grow up and learn to romanticise because you'll be doing it until you die, it's the dishonesty about the economics of householding towards economically illiterate people. In the working class, unless you want to end up in the precariat, even most homemaking women have to work.

That's why intelligent women in very patriarchal or poor or unstable countries are so often doctors, lawyers and engineers. It doesn't pay as much as it pays men, and maybe they don't all even like the job, but it pays enough. They study hard to make sure that in case they chose wrong and made children with someone who abuses children, they can leave under their own power and still provide the children with a good life. They want to make sure that if something happens to the man they love (many people do have happy marriages to men they love, and I hope yours is a beautiful one), they can catch him when he falls and he doesn't have to become a dark statistic.

The advice I give people also from cultures that do this (I grew up orthodox jewish) is don't even think of having your marriage arranged unless you can afford to feed and house yourself, a man and two kids, because you never know, you know? You could need to divorce him, or he could be the most perfectly loving partner in the world and get hit by a car and paralyzed from the waist down. There are ways to lose a man's income that can't be avoided by not being a feminist, and then — poverty, a spiral of mutual resentment, both of you screaming at each other in front of the children.

Is that really aspirational? That's what cute cottagecore TikToks don't show you.

It's much easier to be able to be there for your kids and keep your house if there are two people working, but the world doesn't owe anyone that - anything could happen.

And then suddenly it matters if you don't have the freedom to get an education, or freedom from having to stay with a man that hits you because you couldn't afford to feed yourself and your babies on the salary of someone who didn't go to school. Nothing about law school or lawyering is fulfilling for anyone, but men and women both do it to afford to give their kids a better future than they had.

Responsibility is fulfilling, but it always entails other, less fulfilling responsibility, you know? And a mother will do anything for her children, but I think before they even exist it's her responsibility to make sure she can feed them. It makes for happier families when a household forms from two separate people who each have their own income, and if anything happens to your husband, he should be able to rely on you. The best thing you can do for your family is to be able to look them in the eyes and promise them it will be okay, and you don't have to use the freedom that you have to do that but it's good to have, isn't it? To know it's possible?

influencers actively trying to convince young women to aspire to unemployment and servitude is literally so sinister

[14dayswithyou]

Ren's favorite color is dark teal! My brain is so full with brainworms about this game. <3 I hope you have a wonderful day! I know you have answered this question for Violet and Ren already, but I would love to know what the rest of the cast would play (Race, Job) in FFXIV and what they would like to do the most there. 🙏 Thank you so much! <3

@waitlexist asked: Do you have any headcannons for Violet in MMOs? I ADORE MMOs(seriously, she’s a florist and a gamer? I want her so bad), and I’d love to hear a few headcannons about her! Also maybe some about Ren, Angel, and Violet all in a guild together? I like to imagine my Angel is as much of a gamer as me, and I can see Ren acting as an anon guildie to hangout with her. Although I’m not sure if he’d be a rouge-ish type class(or maybe Death Knight’s like in WoW), or a healer to keep Angel alive? I’m leaning toward the former, but I could also see the latter. Thank you, I’m sorry for the text wall KSKSJDJSJSBA ahem. Seriously, thank you for making this game. I dream of the day I can be in a poly relationship with Ren and Violet(v-type, if anyone knows what that means) ok I’ll stop yapping now! Thank you again, lol!

⌞♥⌝ Y'all will need to pay me $14,000 to shut up about FFXIV T_T In this essay, I will—

I like to imagine that Violet plays FFXIV every so often and somehow always has her jobs levelled up to the max. She plays as a Miqo'te who /gposes all the time in Il Mheg, and if she's not doing that, then she's hardcore raiding with some of her online friends.

I've mentioned this before, but Ren would be a Viera and play any support class like Scholar or Sage (because he thinks they look like cunty librarians /silly) — except he'll only heal Angel and refuse to buff/shield anyone else. If others notice this, he'll drop a single healing AoE in the most inconvenient place and leave them to fend for themselves.

[REDACTED] is a max-height Au Ra and claims that he exclusively plays as a Warrior because of the insane self-sustain — but it's actually because he forgets that there are other people in the party aside from Angel and refuses to be healed by anyone other than them. Always likes to Shirk Violet whenever there's a tankbuster <3 It drives her insane <3

My personal headcanon is that Violet was the one who got Jae into FFXIV (because they were classmates back in high school, and they both have a common interest in video games)!! He likes to collect all the minions and mounts, and often pretends to be new to the game to get free gil from veteran players. Jae also started out as a Miqo'te, but used his free fantasia to become a Hrothgar instead since he never seems to come across any.

Moth is an Elezen Dancer one-trick who always gives Angel the Dance Partner buff, no matter what job they're playing. It takes twenty minutes of Ren /playdead-ing in a corner and Violet explaining certain game mechanics for them to reconsider giving the buff to someone else. In turn, Moth always makes it a point to chew out Ren whenever he gives Angel the Kardia buff.

I also think it'd be funny if no one knows that Olivia plays FFXIV from time to time — and if she somehow ends up being the one who brings the gang together via an FC. Maybe someone she had a crush on in the past played the game, and wanting to impress them, she started playing the free trial. Now she's a level 100 Lalafell Pictomancer who always seems to fall for the hot characters AFK-ing in Limsa (a.k.a Violet lmaoooo).

If these guys were all in a Free Company (essentially a guild) together.... Hell on earth lmao T_T

There's always one person who keeps eating the food Moth uses as interior decor and it's tearing them apart. Violet now AFKs inside the FC house to find out who it is.

Olivia keeps inviting random people to the house and leaving them there without any explanation. There are literally four strangers also AFK-ing with Vi in the basement right now... Who are they... Why are they here...

As for Violet herself, she just wants to grow her plants outside in peace, but everyone keeps moving the furniture and blocking her path. Also... Whoever chose the housing exterior needs to have their subscription cancelled (it was Jae).

Ren keeps trying to convince Angel to share a room with him T_T And when he finally gets what he wants, it's at the cost of having Haurchefant's portrait stare down at him whenever he uses /doze next to them on the bed. He'll forever curse Violet for gifting that portrait to Angel.

Jae wants to build an entire submarine underneath the FC house for some reason????? He says it will help them make gil?????? And Violet is so on board???????? She's already a gilionare and a marketboard fiend??????

And if they were to all raid together... Hell everywhere djhsgsj ^^;

Violet got fed up with Ren's constant Shirking, so she picked up Dark Knight and frequently uses Living Dead to scare him.

Ren, in turn, started playing as a Sage and constantly Rescues her off of the map whenever she does this.

Jae likes the Viper job because he can make his glam pirate-themed, but he also enjoys Summoner because it comes with a Carbuncle he can pretend is Maple. Whenever Jae doesn't get healed, he'll summon Bahamut right on top of Ren to annoy him.

Since Moth has been banned from using Dance Partner on Angel, they've switched to Samurai and found that it's way more fun. They also really appreciated all the tips Violet gave them on how to play their job more efficiently.

Olivia gets mad every 5 seconds because nobody aside from Violet stands inside her Starry Muse AoE... and because Ren isn't giving her any attention shgjjsg ^^; She purposefully tries to out-damage Moth in hopes of getting his attention, but it never works.

I also have some more Violet & Ren FFXIV headcanons here!!

[carigm]

The “Teaser”, mlvn rooftop convo, and Lord of the Rings parallel…

This is gonna be a long post, so grab some snacks y’all.

First of all, the teaser the Duffers shared at this Netflix shareholders event was basically all BTS stuff, and according to someone that was there, we have mostly seen all of it. The actual clips from the show they showed were so short that most people missed it. However, over those short clips it seems they played a voiceover of part of the mlvn rooftop convo. Notice how the Suffer Sisters are literally incapable of sharing anything new, and the only audio they disclosed is from the ONE scene that’s been leaked to death, and even transcribed multiple times with the help of AI. In any case, Netflix did not share this teaser with the masses, and it’s unlikely they ever will. Stranger Things is not going to the Super Bowl this year (yes you heard that right) and the Tudum Event isn’t until May. Our only hope before that would be them releasing something on Will’s birthday, but whether in March or May, I believe we’ll be getting a proper teaser by then.

People that attended the event reported that El has a voiceover line where she goes “they don’t get to write the ending, we do” and apparently a voiceover Mike line where he goes “we’ll finish this together” (I’m not sure if this was paraphrased or not). Immediately, we all realized that these lines sound pretty close to what Mike is allegedly saying to her during the rooftop scene. Many people in the fandom have taken the time to transcribe that scene, some with AI and some without, and although some things could be wrong here and there, the general idea of it seems pretty clear. I’m attaching an AI reading of the scene here, so I can point out where I think his dialogue might be from…

Around the 1.43 mark, the AI picked up “enjoying it, together”, however I think this is where the “we’ll finish it, together” line comes into play. If anything, this shows AI isn’t 100% accurate, and it does call into question some of these previous lines 😂…I think it’s possible that after this speech from Mike about stories, fantasy endings and heroes, El tries to follow his advice and be positive, and maybe she delivers the “they don’t get to write our ending, we do” line back to him. It’s unfortunate because obviously we can’t see her face in the video, but I think it makes sense she would reply with that because right after it seems like he says “of, course…” and then proceeds to seemingly add that the Party can have a happy ending, without all the fantasy elements he mentioned before.

I find it very interesting that he’s choosing to speak to her with this storytelling analogy, which at first I believed to be a D&D analogy, but the more I think about it, the more I feel like he’s talking about an actual story. And then the lord of the rings parallel hit me, specifically with this scene. If you’re not aware, Finn Wolfhard has mentioned lotr twice now when talking about season 5, and I personally think it’s possible that Mike is using lord of the rings here as a reference to describe the hero’s journey and relate it to what the party has been through. Think about it, he’s trying to cheer El up, who has been stuck in that fuckass radio station for a year, who’s probably extremely tired of everything she has been dealing with for years, and he just wants to offer her some consolation so she can keep going and fighting. Does that sound familiar?

Well my friends, if it does, that’s because it is a direct parallel to Frodo and Sam from Lord of the Rings. I’ve always thought Byler were insanely samfrodo coded (funny enough the last S4 Byler scene is almost identical to this scene too), but it seems the Duffers are paralleling mlvn to them here. In lotr, Frodo bears the biggest burden of the story, as he follows his hero’s journey to Mordor to defeat evil. Along the way, ofc, he becomes increasingly weary and hopeless, and it is up to Sam (his best friend) to cheer him up and provide him with strength to keep him going. How does Sam do this? Interestingly enough, he encourages Frodo by describing all the beautiful things that will come AFTER they have won, what they and their friends will be able to enjoy when they get back home. Basically everything Mike appears to be saying to El in this scene, fantasizing about the end of the battle. To make the parallels even crazier, while on his hero’s journey, Frodo has to remain in hiding because there are multiple forces looking for him, and we know that El is basically hiding away from the government.

Another thing I want to point out is that in lotr (spoilers I guess 😭) good does win in the end, and the main characters get to return back home. However, Frodo is so changed by the journey and all the things he encountered that he simply cannot stay with his friends. Instead, he leaves and goes to the Undying Lands, where he finds peace. He doesn’t die, but he also cannot stay in Middle Earth. Him and Sam have a beautiful goodbye scene and then Sam is left with the literal book of stories Frodo started, and is told by Frodo to “finish it”.

Make of that what you will…

[moanz111]

i stumbled upon this while scrolling and it's such a well-written post that i just had to share my thought on this too!

first of all, i've been a fanfic reader since i was very young so i know what it feels like to be on the other side. i've been anxious and nervous to reblog or write comments and have never even thought of messaging the authors i read and liked just because i was terrified of being perceived. but trust me, writers are so incredibly grateful for every little interaction they get. i know it can be nerve wracking but you will never be judged for what you have to say! every single piece of feedback and opinion i get means the whole world to me and every time i get a comment, a reblog or an ask makes me so happy, it seriously makes my whole day.

i've been on the writer side since summer 2023 and a couple of months ago i came back after an extremely long hiatus and was so scared and worried because almost a year had passed since i had last promised updates yet i had failed to come back due to many reasons. but then i saw that people still cared and even though i lost most of my readers from back when i first started writing, i was so happy to see that new people were getting interested and were actually willing to talk to me and share their feedbacks. so thank you, to those who have been doing that <3

i don't judge people who decide to stay silent but trust me, there's nothing to fear! writers don't bite, we're human too so of course, naturally we thrive off interactions too, just like anyone else. there isn't a barrier between the two groups - all of us are fans of the same things and share the same interests, this is always a two way relationship.

writing is my hobby and something i like doing but sometimes the silence is killing me especially after coming back from a hiatus 😭 i don't write for notes, i do it for my own enjoyment but still, hearing something nice about your works always feels good and validating!

and about the genres - i see too what's more read and what's popular but it's so sad to hear that authors force themselves to write something that they don't originally really want to just to have someone read their stories. every story is worth giving a chance and authors shouldn't be required to fit themselves into certain boxes just so people pay attention. no one can be forced to read anything of course but my whole point is to be kind to authors and give them a chance because sometimes you can find such gems when you least expect it.

of course, there will always be genres that are more generally liked but we need diversity too so please, writers do what you want and what you love - the right people will appreciate it.

and on that note...i've been mostly writing smaus/texts so i feel like like sometimes it's even harder to get feedback and i think these are not as read as before but i still think it's worth keeping even this genre alive just because it's so fun (at least to me).

i just hope our community here stays alive for longer and starts thriving because it's so sad to see so many people leave :(

just be brave, interact and encourage others to do so too! support your favourite writers because they all are amazing and deserve all the love in this world!

to a dying? atinyblr

i don't usually speak about these things, but a lot of blogs (amazing writers) are leaving this platform or taking time off bc of lack of engagement which serves as a big demotivating factor. especially and specifically in this atiny fandom, some things have come to my attention and i just want all readers and writers to take a look at this post and refresh some reading and writing etiquettes, as well as revive the essence of being a part of this fandom.

feedback:

i understand that there are a lot of silent readers on here, but since tumblr is dying and our fandom is not very huge, the least you can do to show the writers some support is like the post. 

which brings me to the point that the like function didn't even exist in the past. this site still runs on reblogs. as readers, to show your favourite writers some semblance of support, you should be reblogging with tags. a simple ‘#ateez x reader’ or ‘#ateez fics’ is enough. it's literally not asking for much– reblogs are the only way writers can get reach.

if you cannot do that bc of your blog's aesthetic or whatever, side blogs exist. if you still cannot do that, a simple anon ask appreciating the writer sometimes saves them.

also, what has happened to the quality of reblogs? readers consume years of writers’ work and efforts in mere hours and don’t even leave any feedback? art in general in all forms is very underappreciated and with all sorts of problems like plagiarism, ai writing and everything, true art and writing is dying and needs to be appreciated now more than ever. we’re literally the last generation witnessing ai take over in all fields of arts. appreciate content creators before it’s too late, don’t be a content glutton!

updates and requests:

asking writers for updates when they specifically mention that they would prefer posting at their pace is wrong for so many reasons– we all have a real life. you, the reader, do too. just like you don't always have time to read, writers don't always have time to write. do you ever see the writers asking their readers 'why have you not read my latest chapter?' 

most of the times, writers mention in their bio/faq post or elsewhere that they do mind being asked about updates. respect your writers, please, and do a little scroll before you send such demanding asks (also, sugarcoating when asking for updates does not make it any better!)

if you are only asking about updates, it demotivates a lot of writers bc these same people will disappear when it is time for feedback. writing is a form of art. we can write, artists can paint, musicians can compose music, but all of it has no meaning unless it is shared with an audience and appreciated. readers are just as important as the writers but there is no way of knowing fics are valued unless feedback is given.

the same goes for requests. you can only send a request when the requests are open, which is usually mentioned in the writer’s bio/faq post. it’s literally not that hard to check if requests are open and it’s basic decency to not send a request when the writers specifically mention that requests are closed. when sending a request, please be courteous. a ‘please’ or ‘thank you’ are examples of being courteous when sending requests.

the fanfics in atinyblr:

i understand that you can read whatever you like, but why is it that in the atiny fandom, fics that do not contain smut hardly ever get attention? as a writer, i enjoy writing and reading smut, and while i am not specifically a smut blog, i have noticed how fics containing smut get far more reach than fics that do not contain smut– not just in my case, but other amazing writers as well. 

there are such amazing fictions in this fandom. all fics are crafted with dedication and care, yet stories without smut often get sidelined. writers are not able to express themselves in their writing freely anymore and they simply conform to a genre they know readers will consume, as they are forced to consider adding smut to their stories so they can get more reach in this fandom. i have heard accounts from a lot of writers who were inclined to add smut to an otherwise smut-free fic just for reach.

this is by no means hate to the smut writers. i am also not placing blame on them. smut drabbles have always been in this fandom, and there are amazing smut writers out there, doing their thing. it is the readers here who are failing the writers. readers are quick to talk about the lack of ‘good fics’ or ‘plot’ yet will not even bother searching for these works. there used to be a good balance and appreciation for all genres alike.

i know that smut is what's hot and trendy these days, and drabbles in general, no matter the genre, are easier to read when you want to take a short break. but there is such a lack of longfics in this fandom, especially as of lately, and as someone who has personally witnessed the ratio of longfics decrease exponentially, i felt the need to point this out. appreciate all writers! appreciate all genres! longfic writers need as much validation and encouragement as drabble writers, and vice versa! don't be too harsh on longfic writers for not pumping out fics at the same speed as shortfic writers.

and on that note, smut drabble writers experience a lack of quality feedback despite the high engagement, so readers, please don't hesitate to point out exactly what you liked about a fic, even if it's a short drabble! be kind to those writers, give them time to write and be kind when sending requests! they may post more often but they, too, have a life.

tags:

this is specifically for the people who will post a very normal picture of a member, no caption, but tag it something like #ateez smut, #ateez hard hours, #ateez x reader. and for the people who tag their asks with irrelevant tags– literally learn to tag your post properly, and stop crowding the wrong tags. you're just proving the point that if you don't tag a post with the smut tag or something similar, it won't get reach. if you've posted with a caption, that makes sense (though it still doesn't warrant some of the tags being used there).

as for writers, also learn to use your tags appropriately. fics that do not contain smut should not be tagged with smut related tags. believe in yourself. i get that there is the problem of reach but do not overcrowd tags with irrelevant material.

disclaimer:

this is by no means about me. if i cared about the notes, or lack thereof, i would have stopped writing a while ago. while it is challenging to be a writer here, especially as of lately, i still enjoy posting whatever i write no matter the genre or the word count. but it's a bit disappointing that my planned out fics get much less attention than a simple smut headcanons post that i wrote in the heat of the moment with my friend in literally a few hours as a joke (which has reached almost 10k notes btw in a span of 2 years). sure, it has exposed my blog to new readers but that's about it.

this post is for all the amazing writers who have left, are thinking of leaving, or are struggling to voice these problems because they are afraid of being marked as 'problematic' or a 'hater' or something worse. i am not afraid to voice my opinion on here, and if you think that i am wrong, feel free to interact with this post and correct me because i am not claiming that i am right about this.

these are just the observations i have made as someone who has been actively writing on this platform for about 4 years now, and since i have a decent number of followers, i hope this post gets more reach. do not be afraid to reblog this if you agree, and even if you do not, reblog this so someone else gets educated. i may have missed some points so feel free to add if you want too.

[euphoria-looney]

Uie wait so if ever when they start to go yandere for the reader, what happens to Serena? Or what is her deal basically? Is the entire thing from powers or their own volition or something? Are they being controlled by someone else? I'm kind of invested in the fic now OvO

Or, if ever, would reader go back for one of the love interest once they go yandere or are the love interests still the same? Will they turn yandere too or will they just be the same? Admittedly I just want them all to grovel and I really want reader to make them all suffer 👉👈

Thank you for your 'who said money can't buy happiness?' fic because it activated my neurons I live the manwha concept (no matter how much it boils my blood in the good ptsd manner everytime I read it) but also I really want another crumb of og!villainess/villain!reader because they really softened my heart, the entire thing reminds me of that one manwha with the fmc Penelope Eckart

Sorry for being long! I hope your day goes great and thank you for writing such lovely pieces of literature!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

For the first question, "What happens when they all go yandere on [name], and what happens to Serena?" They still care for her and they still love her but it’s just not as strong as it used to be especially with [name] changed now being the main character of the story her story, Serena will be on a balanced scale whether she still wants to be the center of attention and whether she wants [names] attention only on her and find everyone else as competitors.

The second question, "What's her deal?" Her deal is that that’s just how she behaves and how she acts from the moment she kinda existed in this universe she has a main character role and she obviously doesn’t know that she’s inside a novel so she’s just acting how she normally is. She is the female lead so everything will go her way. She’ll be smart, capable, and a lovable character from the reader's point of view from the og! Novel.

Whenever you read her since it’s in [name]'s POV and I like to portray her character negatively as of now what’s happening in the universe of how she acts we think she’s annoying but when we were in the other world, Serena was the main character of the novel 'I Stole the Villainess Loving Family'. She was the badass MC that you would love to read about but cringe so much that you would have to drop the novel.

On the third question, no, Serena is not being controlled by anybody. She is following the plot which is actually all her own actions. This is how she behaves. This is how she acts from your perspective. If you were in her POV, you would have to understand that she has been the main character everybody around her has admired her, loved her, and worshiped her simply because she was placed in a position as the female lead, which made a ton of people attracted to her.

Fourth, there will be many love interests that go from Serena to [name] or just love interests that simply got created because they have spent and developed with [name].

[name] Unfortunately for now, if there are no changes to my plot, will not fall in love with any of them and avoid them if anything because of how they treated her and how they treated the og! Princess [name] it is because she believes why should love someone only when they start changing and it annoys [name] to a point where she cannot, and will not forgive anybody who suddenly develops attention or attraction towards her because they only change when they start interacting with the new [name].

It just wouldn't make sense why she'd forgive them when she knew what Princess!Reader went through how the people changed around her when they treated Princess!Reader like a joke.

There will be a lot of crumbs of OG!princess [name] because in her world, technically modern old world there’s a version of batfam of their own where they neglected her, which is why the OG!modern!reader is called neglected!reader because in their own world batfam neglected them, and they left. They built a successful business of their own and made friends, and unlike in the historical kind of novel setting we have a modern one where she has never met any of the Batfams enemies or allies so that just opens up a whole other world of love interest for her as well, so sometimes I'll write her, but not a lot as she’s not the main focus of my "Who Said Money Can’t Buy Happiness?" plot.

That is all please do tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or something you're confused about 😍

[dekusdante]

Well it's that time again for another JJK rant.

So by this point I would assume that most of you know my eternal hatred towards the enemies to lovers trope when it comes to Gojo x reader stories right.

Well we are back at it again cause I am hoping people know that this type of relationship isn't one that Gojo would ever go for. Like it's one of those things that the fandom latched on to like My Hero Academia Hawks being a flirty playboy. It's not something that fits the character but it something that so many people latched on to that they now believe that it's a thing.

Like Gojo knows his worth and value. He literally dislikes those that he views as stuck up or just down right unlikeable. Aka every reader in the enemies to lovers trope. Like you are telling me you hate this guy for no reason but it's okay because your only saving grace is that he finds you attractive.

Seriously.

That is the how 95% of them go. Also to even it out they would make Gojo do some out of pocket stuff to justify the reader treating him like dirt while also always making him the bad guy even if he did nothing wrong.

I am so sick of this copy and paste trope. Now I know i don't have to read it which I don't. If I see it I keep scrolling. Although there are gems I sadly just skip past them because I'm used to the bad and boring ones. (Lowkey reminds me of the dumbest Gojo x reader story on wattpad called Debt. Freaking dumbest reader/mc I have ever read couldn't even get past the first few chapters. The first and only time this has happened)

Another thing is bad reverse harem stories. Like I don't care the reader is 18! Why are men close to their 30s trying to have a relationship with them? Why is said 18 year old trying to have a romantic relationship with freshly turned 15 year old? Look 18 maybe considered an adult but it's still gross and it would have been better if the reader was 20 and up. Also if you want your reader to have love interests that are 15 then they should at least be under 18.

I am sick of gross age gaps, don't care if you are 20 years old dating a 30, 40, or whatever just make it legal! 18 isn't a cheat code!

Also harems suck since they either end up with no one, end up with someone not in the harem, or worst not even completed. Yet, the biggest crime is as I said it before the gross 18 year old cheat code.

Finally the last of my random rant which has to deal with genders and sexyal orientation. Stop writing about boy x boy if you are only going to stereotype them. Yes gay mean may like to be more of the feminine side but NOT all of them. Not all males who prefer to be a bottom want to wear feminine clothes and act like a femboy.

Not all trans people want to be just a title! Don't include them if you are not even going to try! Same with the non binary or gender neutrals. Don't include them but give traits that have a gender that goes against their stances. It's wrong.

Also I lied this is my final rant. Stop saying it's a reader story if you are not going to be neutral. For example giving a reader appearances that instantly alienate a reader. Sure I understand fem reader or male reader tags but to then give them hairstyles, skin tones that alienate others, or ect. I'm a POC (Person of color) and it sucks when you are reading something and instantly shown you are not included. Luckily the anime community is slowly but surely getting more inclusive. No I'm talking about those that want to read reader stories from fandoms like The Boys (Scarlett Witch took over i swear) or (Squid Games I know it's in Korea but dang why can't I be american?).

Anyway that's all. I would love to read and possibly reply to comments. Some may agree others not so much which is far I am criticizing something so it's 100 okay to throw it back!

[nwseems]

One of the reasons I love Nagito's character is because he is THE key to understand danganronpa's lore to a big extent. Creating such an op character in a sequel that can explain a lot of what happens in retrospect is amazing on its own. We are told and proven time and time again, that, yes, the universe bends to nagito's luck's will. And there is no one who has greater luck than he does (up until Kamakura, but that's for another time).

While reading this analysis all I could think of is Nagito's luck being at fault for the tragedy (partially) in order to kill such a large group of people that started to care about him (as we can see in dr3).

This is absolutely my interpretation but I do strongly believe that Nagito's luck is not completely external, but rather just as much internal. As in, it acts towards Nagito's best interest according to Nagito's own belief of what would be a good outcome. In sdr2 chpt.1 he gets the best outcome he could ask for (his classmates having a stepping stone towards hope etc - the internal goal nagito wished for) while also managing to stay alive ( the external force his luck used to keep the cycle going, otherwise he'd be dead like he wished to, the luck is also trying to preserve itself).

So as his self loathing grows and he keeps expecting the worst, his luck does so too. Almost like a "wish come true", but Nagito's too scared to wish for something truly good for himself or others. It's a vicious cycle to which he gives in as a way to cope. After all, he doesn't think he has any way to control it at all so he gives in to it.

And, as a result of many intertwined events, it leads to the tragedy where all those 14 people (15 if we count Chisa) that he oh so wanted to get closer to (as we see in the ova) become the worst version of themselves. Yet they are still alive. Why you ask? For many reasons but also because that's what the external force in Nagito's luck always has done. It keeps him alive DESPITE everything. Because being alive in that situation is a far and more desperate situation than dying. It keeps the vicious cycle going. It fuels itself

And the only way to beat it may be to find someone who is just as lucky as you

on nagito komaeda and love

I just think it’s sort of funny that for a character whose (arguably) most well-recognized CG is this: 

komaeda’s narrative so heavily centers love. and I don’t just say this because I’ve had komahina brainrot for years (though this is true!!). even if you don’t care about komahina, it’s tough to deny komaeda is a walking tragedy in large part because of the role that love plays in his life. his characterization is driven by the way his luck has denied him love, and how he seeks it out regardless. in that sense, I think that without understanding komahina as at least one-sided, you miss out on one of the juiciest, most miserable pieces of komaeda’s character development.

tldr; a love-centered reading of komaeda makes sense, recognizing komahina as “a thing” in DR2 (whether you ship it or not) is pretty important to understanding how komaeda operates, and I’ll try to prove it right here under this page break!!

Part 1: Komaeda’s Love Life (or, his life without love)

I think it’s safe to assume that if you clicked here, you know about komaeda’s absurdly miserable, tumultuous childhood, but I’ll do a quick recap just in case! meteor kills his parents on a plane, he inherits a ton of money. he’s kidnapped by a serial killer, he finds a winning lottery ticket in the garbage bag he’s thrown out in. he’s diagnosed with terminal cancer and dementia, he gets into hope’s peak.

in his free time events, komaeda *explicitly* frames his luck cycle as something that takes away the people he loves. it only “takes action” against him after his relatives have died (for the sake of this essay, let’s assume that komaeda loved his parents, or would have at least been hurt by their passing). by way of other close connections… well, his wording here implies that by the time of his diagnosis, he didn’t really have anybody in his life. 

either komaeda didn’t allow himself to get close to anyone after the meteor incident, or he did, and they were taken away by his luck. at some point during his childhood, komaeda learned he should view himself as a death sentence.

so, how does this loss of love shape the komaeda we know? I’ll talk about this in terms of four of his defining (and connected!) traits in DR2 canon – the ones that really make his actions make sense: his self-loathing, his hope-seeking, his learned helplessness, and his certainty that his existence poses a threat to those around him. komaeda’s experience with loss makes him view himself as a source of death, which in turn fuels these tenets of his character. ultimately, his loss and the complexes that arise from it give him good incentive to push people away.

his self-loathing

komaeda hates himself. he views himself as worthless outside of his potential to serve as a “stepping stone” for the hope of the ultimates. he claims that this is driven by his beliefs around talent, which are in turn linked to the way his worldview rests on viewing hope as “absolute good.” the talentless (himself included) are only good for advancing the hope of the talented. still, his self-loathing is a bit more personal than that. take what he says and dig just below the surface, and it’s a clean cut trauma response all the way down. which leads us directly to…

his hope-seeking

komaeda is willing to do literally anything to serve hope. on the island, this (in short) means dying. this is where I prod at komaeda’s reasoning a bit more: komaeda’s willingness to act the way he does in canon also stems from his belief that his dying would be a net good for the world. his existence kills the people around him. his illness will kill him anyway. he has less than no value, and hope is invaluable. to go out for the sake of hope would give his wretched life purpose; it’s his dream come true.

and it’s no mystery why komaeda cares so much about hope: again, it’s a coping mechanism! komaeda’s belief that all bad luck is a necessary precursor for good luck and that hope will always triumph over despair is (as he himself says!) the only reason he’s managed to stay alive. I’ll say it again because I really can’t emphasize it enough – komaeda thinks that just by existing, he kills the people he loves. ouch!

learned helplessness / his existence as a threat

komaeda has, essentially, learned to submit to his luck cycle. all bad luck is good luck in the end – isn’t that amazing?! almost paradoxically, he’s hyper-vigilant about the negative impact his luck has on those around him. this is a tricky one. I make sense of it this way: komaeda’s perception of how much his luck impacts the people close to him isn’t inflated, like, at all. the supernatural way the world bends around komaeda to screw him over really does pose a danger to himself and others, and he takes measures to minimize that danger. his stated acceptance of his luck cycle is… well, again, he’s coping. 

if komaeda really thought that all bad luck is ultimately good luck, he wouldn’t try to protect his classmates from his bad luck. but, as we see in island mode, he does!

but really, who could blame komaeda for lying to himself? I’ll restate the facts. komaeda thinks that luck is absolute power. he says that he’s powerless against it. his luck has taken his family, and it’s left him with nothing but money that he doesn’t want. he’s certain he’s a curse, and there’s no end to that in sight: so long as komaeda exists, he’ll keep on losing – murdering – everything he loves. 

in the face of all of that despair, what can you do but abandon your self-esteem and pray for something good to come out of all of it? how else could somebody possibly survive carrying that burden, truly believing that load will never be lightened?

tldr; komaeda thinks his existence is a threat, and a big chunk of his personality is a frankensteined way of surviving the pain that comes with that. still, we should question how much of his worldview komaeda has really internalized without inner conflict. 

Part 2: Enter Hajime Hinata

we get some answers on that front when we see that despite the clear and obvious danger it poses, nagito komaeda still finds himself falling hard for hajime hinata. that’s really, really loud.

I’ll preface this part by saying that you don’t need to actively ship komahina to understand what I’m trying to get at here. this said, I’ll be recapping an argument you’ve almost definitely seen before: komahina is definitely “a thing” – at the very least as a one-sided thing. to this, I’ll add the (perhaps bold?) claim that without recognizing that much as true, you’re missing out on a big part of what makes komaeda so interesting.

komaeda’s FTEs make it abundantly clear that komaeda has feelings for hinata. apart from his famed failed love confession, the fact that komaeda is willing to allow hinata to get close enough to learn about his views on hope and luck is telling. 

(the smoking gun here hinges on trusting that komaeda was telling the truth during the time you spent with him; in so many words, that he only lied about lying. so, for the sake of argument, let’s assume this is true! there’s good proof for it, anyway.)

if you read his final FTE as komaeda flashing his soul to hinata and making a decision at the very last second to retreat, turning to old coping mechanisms to protect hinata from his luck, it’s sort of a komahina bombshell. that capitulation spells out for us that komaeda understands sharing his life experiences with hinata to be one of the most intimate things he could possibly do.

he recognizes the exact moment he lets hinata get too close – when his life story is finally told – and he does what he’s learned he needs to do to get them both out of that situation safely: he tries to make hinata hate him, and tells himself (and hinata!) that he did it for the sake of hope.

(and yet, komaeda let hinata approach him every FTE, knowing damn well that they were both playing with fire… very interesting.)

now, let’s say you don’t consider the FTEs to be integral to canon. I mean, you can really easily miss out on all of komaeda’s content if you choose not to hang out with him in chapter 1! so, for the skeptic, in the unskippable main story, komaeda tells hinata this:

komaeda cares about hinata despite everything. and I really, truly mean despite everything. at this point in the story, the fact that he still cares about hinata calls into question basically every single one of his core beliefs. he’s read his final dead room prize – not only does hinata not have a talent, we can presume that komaeda also knows hinata became ultimate despair along with the rest of them. 

hinata has continually sought out komaeda’s company, even though komaeda knows himself to be worthless at best, lethal at worst. komaeda was willing to let him get closer, even though he knows how dangerous that is for hinata. he can’t help but let hinata try to know him. 

isn’t he awful? to want what he knows he can’t have, even though that wanting has never done anything but cause pain? he’s really the lowest of the low, to love someone who destroyed the world, who makes him question the views that will allow him to do the only good thing he’s ever been able to do for it: to die for hope. 

and yet, it’s a nod to how incredibly capable of love komaeda is that he’s still willing to reach out for it, no matter how many times it’s burned him in the past, and how much it hurts him in the present to want it. he understands more than anyone that his feelings can only result in disaster. reading komaeda as someone who can’t help but go on loving anyway makes his story hurt so much worse. 

but, you miss a whole lot of that without an eye for komahina. seeing hinata as the eye of komaeda’s emotional hurricane (and keeping tabs on their connection accordingly) allows us to glimpse past the cracks in komaeda’s front. we see that komaeda’s worldview is less stable than he presents it as – hinata is where komaeda’s coping mechanisms, for better or worse, run up against a wall. that tends to be uncomfortable for a guy who’s just barely coping in the first place. then again, growth is supposed to be uncomfortable, isn’t it?

Part 3: The Future He Chooses

so, all of this considered, I think one of the most interesting ways you can flesh komaeda out post-canon is by asking how he’d find himself willing to accept love. whether that love is from hinata or the ultimates, whether it’s platonic or romantic, love is the thing that komaeda wants AND fears in equal measure more than anything. it’s the source of his self-loathing and his obsession with hope. it’s the reason he’s lived the way that he has for so long – lonely, and afraid of being anything but.

getting into a relationship wouldn’t solve komaeda’s problems for him, and that’s a good thing. it would force him to confront old ones, and probably create dozens of new issues for him, too. writing him through that makes for great character study!

hinata (or anyone else, for that matter) can’t love komaeda into loving himself, but he can give him a shoulder to cry on while he works through 22 years of fear and sorts through the wreckage of a worldview that’s long since stopped serving him. I don’t think his progress would be linear. but, I think that he could do it. komaeda learning to accept care is what his healing looks like. 

(well. and physically recovering from cancer and dementia. but that’s neither here nor there!)

a post-canon komaeda learning to love narrative is also in line with the themes of DR2. hinata leads the survivors out of the neo world program because he makes the decision to choose his own future, creating a new version of “hope” for himself and his classmates. likewise, komaeda can make the decision to save himself. that is, if he trusts himself enough to actually touch and hold the thing that he’s never been able to stop reaching out for, anyway.

after all, hinata is lucky too. (and if it turns out he isn’t… y'all like angst fics, right?)

(shoutout to @cynopter for looking this over and confirming that I'm not spouting nonsense <33 thank you for reading my thesis of the week <33)

[annionebutme]

This idea has been distracting me from writing what I'm actually trying to write so I wrote a little.

Boredom was Harry's only excuse. Boredom, angst, and a general disregard for his own mortality.   

He'd sent one of the school owls off with a birthday cupcake for Voldemort, card included, "I wish you were on fire instead of the candle."  Anonymously, of course, but the thank you card and accompanying book of curses to reward himself with (one that made its victims words become water as they were spoken was helpfully marked) were both clearly labelled with his full name. It should have stopped him. 

It didn't. 

Almost a full year now of daily insults and mostly being ignored until Voldemort happened upon something interesting to threaten him with  had passed. Harry was idly planning what to do for Voldemort's birthday and their hateversary when he felt an odd sensation at the back of his neck, like someone was yanking him by the scruff. It snaked upwards leaving a cold, gooey feeling in its wake until it settled about level with his ear. It made his brain feel heavy, almost like sleep might. His vision began to waver, shifting rather than blacking out, until he was sat next from a very casually posed Voldemort in a dimly lit restaurant with large, round tables set into round pits in the floor encircled with a luxuriously soft velvet couch. 

He tried not to panic as Voldemort camly turned to face him. 

"Evening, Harry." 

With Voldemort's faze firmly fixed on him it felt like every moment of his hesitation was being analysed and dissected to use against him later. Harry drew a breath, but did not respond. 

"Thought you might like to join me. I've had the opportunity to take your latest piece of advice." 

 Fuck. What had he said recently? Did he kill someone? Torture someone? Because of what Harry had said?!

"Eat a dick."  Voldemort supplied, still deadly calm. 

Harry blinked. "You sucked someone off?" 

Voldemort smiled it was not the cruel smile showing all his fangs that Harry had grown to expect, but a relaxed, jovial smile whose effect was only slightly lessened by the mouthful of poinnted teeth. 

"This restaurant serves only the reproductive organs of animals. I thought you might join me." There was a glass of dark red wine in his hand that Harry didn't think had existed until a moment ago. 

"Why?" 

"I find myself in need of a distraction. I am dining with the French Minister for Finance who has been informing me of the aphrodisiac properties of eating genitals. He is currently bragging about the prostitute he has hired to test this on. We've only ordered the wine so far, and I do not expect things to improve." 

"Oh." Said Harry. There was no one in the restaurant,  which probablymeant this was in his head or Voldemort's "You're not hoping to just.. y'know, kill him?" 

"That *is* the dream" He said, swirling his wine. "To kill with impunity, but presently It would cause far more problems than simply sitting through a meal would." 

"Even though he's talking about... stuff you don't like? "  

Voldemort seemed like he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "I am more than capable of handling a little locker room talk, Harry, despite it being boring and generally beneath me." 

Harry could sympathise. He'd been in actual locker rooms weekly since he was 11, and the conversation always seemed to be the same. "But you hate me too."

"You're the easiest mind to pop into, and marginally better to converse with. At the very least you can't regale me with your sexual conquests." 

"Oi!" Harry said, a bit friendlier than he meant to. 

Voldemort propped an elbow upon the back of the couch "I have it on good advice that one shouldn't "dish it out" if they are unable to take it." 

Harry supposed he was right. It was true, anyway, and it wasn't something that actually bothered him. Finding the time for such activities was difficult when he was so focused on survival so if he ever had negative thoughts about it he just blamed it on Voldemort and his shame vanished easily. 

"I'll order the milt. It would be a shame if you didn't get the complete experience for your first time"

[darkpuppysuit]

~CHAPTER 5~

Pairing: Hybrid!BTSxReader

Words: 8k

Warnings: Smoking, cursing, hybrid rut, anxiety, I hope I haven't missed any.

The next few hours Y/n went on to cook dinner like nothing had happened between her and Jimin in the truck when they had gotten home although, she was still very nervous a certain someone would run their mouth. But whoever is running the heavens and Jungkook being the only person that knew what had actually transpired, the moose managed to keep his mouth shut tight but gave her teasing looks every chance he got. Jimin however didn't seem to care in his state of mind, foggy and hazy as all hell. He followed Y/n around like a love sick puppy, quite literally because he does love her. 

Every step she made Jimin was a safe step behind her and when she would stop for however brief he attached himself to her letting out small whines from his throat and rubbing his thumb over her wrist while his chin hooked onto her shoulder. Y/n would giggle every time as the rest of them watched on.

At one point Seokjin had called them two dumb teenagers for how the retriever would distractedly throw himself at her and she would respond with a head pat or a little kiss to his nose. And if she didn't do one of those two things Jimin would pout and whine until he got one or both effectively making dinner later than usual.

Namjoon watched Jimin closely after dinner, not that he hadn't already eyed him the entire time at the dinner table. Trying to figure out what exactly had happened today to make Jimin invade on his territory when his mark is still faintly yet clearly on her throat. It made the wolf inside him roar in fury that another canine, a domestic nonetheless had the balls to impede on what his wolf had already claimed as his. The logical side of his mind however knew that Y/n wasn't his and he didn't have a right to have this boiling fury bubbling in his chest.

Jimin was the first to find him and Seokjin after he had ran away from his previous owner. He was small and frail, it was obvious he hadn't eaten any real food for weeks. Not to mention his timid demeanor when Namjoon had shown him his sharp teeth for the first time when he smiled at Jimin for finally eating more than a cracker or two from the fancy Italian restaurant trash bins in the city. Jimin tried his best to smile back at the wolf but his eyes kept darting to the jaguar hybrid knowing he was the less intimidating hybrid with his squishy bread cheeks and soft smile. 

But right now the anger he felt as he kept his stern gaze on the back of Jimins head was slowly making him lose his own mind. If he didn't make an excuse now he was sure to explode at the next person who so much as breathed in his general direction. 

While there was a boring pause in the movie they all agreed to watch Y/n looked over her shoulder to Namjoon and the permanent scowl on his face. His eyes were on fire and squinted right at her and Jimin who were curled on the couch together with Hoseok at his feet slowly falling asleep. He looked lost in thought Y/n assumed, if only she knew what was going on behind those dragon eyes of his.

Seokjin however knew what was wrong with him, perhaps he would always know. Call it instincts or what have you but he just always knew when the wolf needed to leave before he did something he would regret. "Hey Namjoon?" He asked softly as the movie began to get interesting again and had vaguely caught everyone's attention.

Namjoon answers with a low grunt before finally tearing his gaze from burning holes in the back of Jimins head to look the jaguar in the eyes. He stares right back at him with a stern yet parent like look in his eyes as if to ask him if he needs a breather.

Namjoon knows what Seokjin wants and he ends up excusing himself and using Seokjin as an escape goat claiming something stupid like, he won't get to his room in the dark without falling over or tripping over the rug nailed to the stairs. Even though all seven of them could see in the dark just fine, the wolf just needed an out before he ripped Jimin a new asshole.

"What's going on with you? It like the whole scenting thing all over again only this time- you're highly pissed off and not sickly." Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest and juts out his hip like a scolding parent waiting for Namjoon to speak up. He rubs the back of his neck nervously walking through his bedroom door and turning on the light.

"I know I know I just- my instincts are telling me one thing and my mind is telling me another. Seeing Jimin fawn over Y/n like he has been since they got home- it's making my wolf go stir crazy. It thinks that just because he's marked her skin that she belongs to him and only him." Namjoon flops back onto his bed with a thump and squeak of the old bedframe with his arms straight out and legs stretched over the edge like a starfish. 

Seokjin joins him on the bed and asks him to sit up and he does so oddly slow. "I understand that it's difficult because you've never had an owner before and the scenting thing is new to you." The jaguar takes a deep breath before rolling the old desk chair in front of Namjoon and opting to sit in it instead, almost falling over with how old and rickety it is. "Jimin knows we agreed to share her, you Namjoon also know he's in a deep headspace. It easy for domestics to attach themselves easily to a new owner, some even form really close bonds with their owner. Going so far as to form a relationship with them." 

Namjoon sits pin straight on his bed knocking over the small pile of books next to his feet. He has a bad habit of going into the dusty bedroom next to his to look at the massive collection of books to find new things to read, hardly ever putting them back once he's finished. 

He didn't think of it that way, how easy it was for domestics to form bonds with humans and other hybrids alike. Perhaps being born a wild instead of a domestic was really a curse and not a blessing like his parents had told him all his life.

During his younger years Namjoon would find himself at the end of some woods lining an old park, watching humans and their hybrids on leashes with collars. Only ever making one real friend there.

Part of him was happy he didn't have to wear something around his neck but even so another part of him longed for it. To belong somewhere- to someone but hearing horror stories from strays who had run away made him think bitterly of humans and their ways with hybrids. Hybrids weren't allowed to be outside without a collar and leash like any other animal especially the more exotic breeds.

Namjoon wasn't going to hurt anyone even at a young age where his instincts drove him wild like a true grey wolf. Being out in the woods wild and free- no one to tell him otherwise- a place he had complete free will to do what he wanted.

Again something in the back of his brain gnawed at him, yearning for something more because it was only him and his parents until one day the humans who hunted wild animals and wild hybrid alike took his parents from him just as he had turned nine-teen.

He tried to protect his parents from them- hide them even but they had sacrificed themselves so that their son could live maybe find another wolf hybrid and start his own family. Unlucky for his parents wishes that would never happen.

Namjoon stayed wild until Seokjin a battered and bruised show hybrid came into his life just a year or so later. He felt the need to nurse the jaguar back to health so he did. Given him new clothes and out of his show gear after days of wearing the tattered clothing.

After a year had passed the two had grown close to each other forming a two hybrid pack. Keeping themselves distant from eyes or persons that dared to hurt them.

"I never thought of it that way, I guess I over reacted a little bit- in my head at least." Namjoon chuckles scrunching his nose at the awful thoughts he had mere minutes ago and to think he was ready to rip Jimins throat out.

Seokjin shifts in the chair slightly followed by a worrying crack from the desk chair underneath him. He reaches out to tuck a strand of his silver hair behind the wolfs ear. He saw the worried glance Y/n had given Namjoon in the living room earlier- he can tell just by looking at her facial expressions that she's worried about him and the way he's been acting. 

They all cling to her in different ways, a few for a sense of belonging others for companionship maybe. But no matter how they see this odd relationship they've formed in just a few short months they know she'll protect them and they'll protect her all the same, even if she doesn't think she needs it.

The last day before the eight of them were scheduled to leave, Hoseok and Y/n were the last to pack their bags. Scrambling around just to make sure they had everything they'd need- Y/n made sure they had everything. Yet Hoseok insisted he had his stuff handled like a grown fox should but he didn't and he was surely freaking out at least internally Y/n thought.

Y/n knocks on the fox hybrids door before walking inside after hearing a muffled 'come in' from the other side of the door. "Hey Hoseok do you have yo-" Her eyes widen before ducking as a random pair of pants come flying at her head and she's quick to recover.

She looks between the pile on his floor to the door then attempting to find Hoseok somewhere in his room only to find him knee deep in even more clothing inside his closet mumbling under his breath.

"I know I put it in here- where the fuck is it?" He mumbles as he continues to practically destroy his bed room looking for what, Y/n had no clue. "What exactly are you looking for foxy?" She asks purely out of curiosity, the nickname she had started to call him just a few weeks ago makes Hoseok pause for a moment before he turns to her- a pleasant pink blush on his face. 

"I- uhm looking for my tag. I thought I put it in a safe place where I could find it before we left but- I've been sadly mistaken and-" He turns shy and rubs the back of his neck with a small defeated sigh escaping his heart shaped lips. "I can't find it. I'm sorry Y/n I knew I should have just put it on when you gave it to me so I knew for a fact I wouldn't lose it." Hoseok ears are pressed against his head and his tail has curled around his legs as he rambles and apologizes over and over again as Y/n moves through his disaster of a room trying to help him locate his missing tag.

"It's alright Hoseok we'll find it. I'm sure it's in here somewhere- where did you put it after I gave it to you?" She picks up his running shoes and sets them in his carry on because she knew that he'd want them with him on the plane. Hoseok sprints around his space in the closet his orange tail whipping against his hip in frustration and his ears flicking in annoyance. "I swear I put it on the top shelf of my closet." He says in passing as he rushes pass her to his night stand opening the top drawer to find yet another mess of what he had no clue- just a bunch of junk he assumes at this point. 

Hoseok is at his wits end by now trying to find his tag, because if he doesn't find it he can't fly with Y/n and the others and would be stuck here at the farm by himself all alone. He sits at the edge of his bed defeated hanging his head low with his hands resting in his lap.

Y/n finishes picking up all the stray clothes and setting them at the opposite corner of his bed before she comes over to him and sits next to him. Not too close to cause discomfort but close enough to have a shoulder to cry on if he needed it because let's face it the poor fox was nearly frantic when it came to a time crunch like this- even though he had the entire afternoon to look for it.

"I'm so sorry I lost it. I'll do better I promise- is there a way to get a replacement before tomorrow morning?" Hoseok asks his bottom lip stuck out like a pouting child only Y/n knows for a fact he didn't really mean to lose it in the first place. He leans over and rests his head on her shoulder silently sulking to himself.

Hoseok feels like he's let her down and the fact that she seems unaffected by this disaster makes his ears twitch and flick in anticipation- waiting for her reaction. "I'm not mad Hobi- things get lost sometimes and that's okay. We can't get a replacement under such short notice but- it's a good thing I found it." She chuckles and takes the tag out from his pants pocket- the blue jeans he worked in yesterday while helping her drag some hay and feed into the barn.

Y/n holds it out for him to see- his name, hybrid breed, and date of birth stamped into the metal with a rubber band around it shining in the dim lamp light. Hoseoks eyes light up and he quickly snatches it from her hand with a happy chirp holding it close to his chest. "Thank you! Oh thank you Y/n- I don't know what I would do without you I swear." 

He wraps his arms around her tightly practically squeezing the life out of her and hides his face in the crook of her neck taking a deep inhale of her lovely scent making the fur of his tail and ears stand on end like something shocked him.

He stayed there for a while glued to her like super glue letting himself get lost in her scent. It was like ambrosia for him- a safe haven even. Y/n's scent was different from all the others he'd come across- nothing like the sweet scents of most foxes or the warmer more earthy tones of his packmates. This aroma of hers was unique- a scent that was all purely Y/n and he loved it more than he let on.

"Seriously who needs this much time to do their hair? Hurry up Jimin! I still need to brush my teeth!" Taehyung shouts from the other side of the bathroom door after banging on it with his fist repeatedly, quiet chuffs of irritation slipping from his mouth.

Jimin scoffs at the closed door before rolling his eyes and shouting back. "You're not the one with a pup lick at the back of your head! Get in here if you're just brushing your teeth!" The door handle jiggled for a moment before Taehyung was able to fumble through the door and start brushing his teeth already at least halfway dressed in the early hours of the morning. 

"Did you take my comb cat?" Jungkook barks while staring at Yoongi, barreling into his bedroom. Yoongi looks at him with wide feline eyes before he schools his startled expression. "What would I do with your comb curly? I have my own." He asks a slight snicker slipping from his mouth as he stares at the hybrid standing in front of him with curlier than curly hair.

"My hair curls when I take a shower, now where is it?" Jungkook grimaces as he takes a step inside the book and record littered bedroom. "Take it easy moose, I took it here!" Jimin shouts as he slides past the potential confrontation and throws the comb in Jungkooks general direction. The hybrid just barely catching it and storming out and back to his room to finish getting ready.

Hoseok walks out of his bedroom still half asleep but nonetheless dressed- almost as groggy as Seokjin as the jaguar slips past him towards the stairs to get some coffee from Y/n downstairs.

She had been trying to wake each of them up since four in the morning so they would have enough time to relax before the flight left the ground but at the rate their going? They'll barely get to the gate on time to board the flight. 

Y/n gently hands him a tumbler of iced espresso coffee before turning to finish making her own. A silent understanding that nobody needs to hear the other talk this early in the morning just yet- although hearing her soft 'morning'  and her fingers sliding against his cool skin wasn't unwelcome. 

"Don't use my stuff- I've told you that a million times Hobi! Oh yeah? Just get your own next time we go to the store, it's not that hard!" Namjoon yells as he jogs down the stairs with his suitcase in hand and his bag thrown over his shoulder a look of irritation on his face. Y/n looks down at her digital wrist watch before marching up the stairs the wolf hybrid just sped down and nearly tripped on the last step.

"Guys we have literally ten minutes before we have to hustle out the door! I hope-" Y/n is abruptly cut off by a very firm, very naked chest as she comes crashing into Taehyung who still has yet to put a shirt on as he rushes out the bathroom door. "Shit sorry Y/n- didn't see you there- you good?" The tiger hybrid apologizes a few more times before he notices her staring at him, he shakes her by her arms silently hoping she isn't having a panic attack or something.

Y/n shakes her head before looking up at him with a small smile and rosy red cheeks. "I'm fine- no really Tae, honest. Just put a shirt on you weirdo and hurry up!" She laughs nervously as she speed walks past him in hopes he didn't see just how much his shirtless form made her skin flush and her mind wander to places it shouldn't. Taehyung stands still for a moment almost as dumb founded as that day in the kitchen when he had flustered her to the point she had to step outside. 

Taehyung slips into his room to finish getting dressed as Jungkook steps out of his own room dressed in all black with an old leather jacket tugged over his shoulders. They look at each other for merely a second before the moose rolls his eyes and takes his stuff downstairs to eventually take to the truck.

Once everything was put into the back of the truck and the seven hybrids into the cab Y/n did a once over of all their belongings and made sure each of the hybrids had their collars on. Each chain colored to their liking- was it so she could keep tabs on them in the airport and Montana a few states over? Yes, would she ever tell any of them that? Hell no, treating them like children was the last things she wanted them to assume when she got them their collars in the first place.

Down at the airport everything was just barely waking up as the sun broke out over the horizon just east of the large building. The brisk chill in the air gave Y/n a slight bite to her goosebump covered skin as she hopped out of the truck and helped the hybrids grab their bags and suitcases. With a few grumbles and low growls from Yoongi who still had yet to fully wake up since he was one of the last to get out of bed they all managed to get to the gate a few minutes early. 

A fucking miracle.

The eight of them stood in line waiting to board the plane, Y/n swallowed hard when a few piercing looks were sent her way- mainly from older people. Namjoon and Jungkook hardly give them a second glance as they flank either side of Y/n to keep the lingering stares off of her.

It was common for someone to have more than one hybrid yes, this was true but what was not normal to hear about or much less see was one person with seven hybrids at their back.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a low shudder as one older man gives her the most disgusted look she was sure he could muster. She lets out a small sigh just as they got closer to the door then she hears a slight grumble followed by a cut short hiss.

As she spins around to look for the feline who made that noise- she spies Yoongi crouching down to a little girl with a gummy smile on his lips- his black collar dangling around his neck. She scratches the spot behind his ears on top of his head and he pushes them against her palm like a common house cat when she stops for even a second making the little one- adorned in all pink- giggle and continue her scratches behind his ears. Y/n smiled wide as she watched the two of them, taking note of the sweet spot just behind his right ear that made the hybrid languidly flick his tail behind his back and purr brokenly in contentment. 

When the plane touched down in Montana the eight of them walked through the airport almost lost until a loud squealing blonde in a short pink velvet dress waves her hand wildly with a smile at them, specifically Y/n. The blonde toddles forward and gives Y/n who stands at least four inches shorter than her a big hug and squeals right in her ear. "Ah! I can't believe Uncle James kept you a secret for so long! You're Y/n right?  Be awkward if I was huggin' a stranger!" She shouts with her blinding smile pulling Y/n at arms length to see her startled expression and wide eyes.

"Okay take it easy Dixie- they only just arrived. Give Y/n some breathin' room." The low gravel like voice tuts behind her and she backs up a few steps, her smile never faltering. "Sorry Uncle Samuel I'm just happy to have another cousin that's a girl!" She giggles standing next to the tall and lean gentleman that easily towers over both of them.

His salt and pepper full head of hair and lightly greying beard moving with his every move before he sets his cowboy hat back on his head, Y/n tugging her own further down on her head to adjust it. "Sorry about her darlin' she gets easily excited sometimes." Samuel bows his head slightly at Y/n with a tight lipped smile as he takes note of the hybrids standing tall behind her- all seven of them.

Namjoon and Jin stand the closest to her their hands barely brushing her soft skin trying to shield her from these two strangers. "Now where're my manners?" Samuel clears his throat and stands straight- like he needed to be any taller.

"I'm Samuel the baby brother of your fathers and your late Uncle James- this here's Dixie Dutton she recently got engaged to my oldest son Colton a few months back." He gestures between the pair of them with deft hands his thick mustache covering most of his lips as he talks. "And just who have you brought with you- I know Anthony told us they were hybrids that much I can see at least." He says cryptically as he looks at each of them with laser focus as if he was sizing them up individually.

After she overcomes her initial shock Y/n shakes her head making her low ponytail shake. "Oh uh- this is Namjoon and this is uh- Jin and Taehyung..." She continues listing all of them off one by one and pointing in their direction. Namjoon and Yoongi's little hairs at the back of their neck stand on end as they take in the new male in front of them.

Taehyung looks at him through lidded eyes and emotionless expression on his handsome face while all the others keep their guard up, sensing something isn't quite right here. Just like at the house before they left with her mothers old friend, something even about him- although he didn't seem to pose a threat- made then not trust him right away.

The conversation continues as the small group of them walk towards the exit of the airport the seven hybrids staying to themselves and alert the entire time until they finally get out of the overwhelming scent choked airport and into the fresh air outside. They all take a deep breath of air, the less suffocating almost scentless wind blowing past them in a gust of wind. 

Down in the open car garage the group is met with a large truck, like Y/n's back home only newer- a lot newer and a sleek dark sparkling pink BMW with purple dice hanging from the rearview mirror. "Oh Y/n you should ride with me! We'll get to the ranch faster that way!" Dixie shouts loudly grabbing Y/n by her arm and dragging her off to the sports car.

Y/n reaches for Namjoon only for their hands to slide over each other as she pulled away from her boys and Samuel. Yoongi rolls his eyes in annoyance of her shrill shriek of excitement- a grating sound to his hybrid ears and everyone else's. At least when Y/n's friend Emily did it she had the decency to turn it down. 

"We can talk about anything too! We can talk about clothes or- shoes or oh! Especially boys! I'd love to talk boys with you sometime." Okay Dixie has to be much younger than Y/n or Jungkook or maybe she just liked being the younger dumb fiancé to what Y/n assumes is a big cowboy named Colton. "I- I don't know if I wanna talk uh- shoes?" She questions but her half hearted nervous reply only makes Dixie laugh and Samuel chuckle.

"Oh yeah, you boys just lost her. For now at least- or until Dixie goes home." Samuel chuckles again and opens the truck doors as Dixie talks to Y/n animatedly about her car and a few other things the guys can't quite decipher even with their hybrid hearing.

Taehyung wishes he could turn his ears off just so he could possibly think straight without Dixie's overexcitement piercing his white tiger ears so harshly. Like an icepick being stabbed into a block of ice repeatedly.

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi and Jimin ask at the same time their bodies jerking towards the two women to be closer to Y/n absently, their tails flicking back and forth languidly but pointed.

Namjoon is ramrod stiff, keeping his calculated gaze fixed on Y/n, watching the way she starts to loosen up around her newly acclaimed cousin and begins to jabber and laugh with her.

Samuel shakes his head and starts the truck quickly then turns to the seven of them as they all watch the girls chatter like crickets singing into the night. "Dixie doesn't have a lot of girl friends on account her mother never let her out long enough to make any. She's just happy to have a cousin who ain't got a chance to judge her quite yet so, she just wants to make a good impression on her." He taps the truck a few times causing the two women to look up in sync.

"S'bout time we head out Dix- I'll meet you at the ranch! Come on boys- pile in." He ushers the seven of them inside the battered ranch truck, surprisingly there's more than enough room for all of them even Jungkook and his heavy antler halo.

Samuel looks back in his review mirror with a smile as he watches Dixie and Y/n still chattering away to each other as she pulls up behind him and he gently pulls onto the slightly busy main road towards the ranch.

Y/n thought her ranch was big but compared to the humongous estate her and Dixie had pulled onto she would have to seriously rethink about how blessed she is to only have eighty acres and not over four-hundred acres.

The place was huge not to mention the dark wood cabin just at the end of the long dirt driveway that was just plain beautiful in her opinion. It was maybe thousands of square feet bigger than her grandparents house back home.

The weathered green tin sat on the cabin with a wrap around porch adorned with every flower and vine plant from the porch floor to the mantles that held more hanging plants. Small statues of horses and bulls littered the flower bush beds and a few old wagon wheels too.

At the highest part of the house held a large star, rusted and weathered from the long years of being in the same spot for so long. In the middle of the stairs leading up to the front sat a large red door with a golden handle and a small window at the top. The house also had two towers like hers back home, Y/n wondered what compelled her grandfather to build his house in such a similar fashion way back then.

"To say this place is huge is an understatement." Y/n gawked her jaw slack as she stood from the car and shut the door. "Yeah I guess it's pretty big compared to most estates our Uncle James owned." Dixie stands close to Y/n looking up at the large mansion sized house with her, the large sunglasses taking up most of her face. Y/n chuckled lightly with a snort when the red ranch truck pulled up behind them and the guys nearly tumble out of the lifted truck and onto the ground.

They shuffle forward yet Hoseok was hanging back nearly dry heaving as he tried to steady himself on his own two feet. Seokjin wasn't fairing much better either, it looks like two of the hybrids got motion sick easily, the mental note tucked into her mental library should she ever need the knowledge.

Samuel pats Hoseok and Seokjin rather hard on the back with a smile as they look at him with a pained expression clutching at their shirts. Samuel walks past them and towards Y/n and Dixie with a chuckle. "Yup, this right here was James' favorite place to be. Close to family and close to his ranch. Nothing much to say about the old man though he loved a lot of people and a lot of people loved him." Samuel motioned for them to follow him around back to their high class break pen, well not high class per say but it was made of metal and not wooden fencing like the one back home.

A few of the ranch hands were watching as a younger man was breaking in a new mare they had gotten from the auction yard just this morning. The mare was bucking wildly and neighing loudly doing whatever she could to get the cowboy off of her back without throwing it out.

Y/n saw her and instantly bolted for the fence, saddling next to a handsome man all clad in black with dark aviators over his eyes and a black cowboy hat. He had a dark beard and spoke smooth as butter when he saw Y/n staring intently at the show in front of them.

"Well howdy there- don't think I've ever seen you here before little lady." He drawls out tipping his hat at her with a shit eating grin. Dixie comes into his view and he holds her by the waist and she giggles as the rest of them walk up to the fence as well. "Baby this is our long lost cousin Y/n and her little group of hybrids." Y/n's hair at the back of her neck bristled at the pitched voice coming from her left and she's snapped back to reality.

"Oh I-I'm sorry. Yeah I'm Y/n, I guess we share an uncle?" She says nearly questioning everything herself. She only ever saw ranches like this in shows, needless to say she felt as though she was floating in a dream.

Colton chuckled as he glanced at the rest of them some standing stiff, some shuffling closer to Y/n and the one with a black darkly spotted tail still spinning from the drive out here. 

The young ranch hand that was just trying to break in the mare looks a little worse for wear when he pulls the horse behind him.

This close to the huffing horse Y/n got a better look at her, she was a golden brown with hair as dark as the night, her big round eyes a chocolate honey brown. Y/n smiled at her a gentle feel to her eyes and the horse nodded it's head at her and took a few steps forward. She pressed her snout against Y/n's cheek a few times before resting her heavy head on top of Y/n's making her giggle happily and the horse huff and quietly neigh.

"I think she likes you." Jimin chirps with a shy smile and walks over to them to stand in front of the horse too giving her a pat or two to her neck. Colton looks on in amazement they had been trying to break that mare in for hours, taking turns when one of them got tired. And here came this new person and all she had to do was smile at the damn thing. 

"Well color me fascinated, how in the hell did you manage that? You some sort of telepath?" Samuel chuckles at his son's slack jaw and wide eyes, Dixie shuffling a little at the lack of her fiancé's attention. 

Yoongi smiles at Y/n, proud of her and how in tune she is with animals. In fact all of them were smiling at her. Jimin knew there was a reason he told his mismatched pack mates to race to the barn that night, perhaps whoever was running the upstairs knew they suffered for far too long. And they knew just who to send the seven of them towards, Y/n.

Night had fallen soon after the eight of them all curled into one of the large bedrooms big enough to fit three of their bedrooms at home. It was decorated with more plants only these were fake. Vines danced around the room and into the banisters above along with a string or two of fairy lights.

Two large Alaskan king sized beds pushed together as one at the center of the room, it's sheets a deep emerald color topped with a big heavy black duvet. It was all very modern yet rustic. Floor to ceiling windows looking over the ranch a floor down below them, in the distance the hybrids could see the dark mountain outline covered by trees. It took their breath away, everything was so spacious they didn't have to worry about stepping on someone's tail- or feet.

Y/n left her suitcase open on the bed so she could put away her shower stuff into the large bathroom with her back turned to the door. When she stood back up and turned around there was a quick click of the bathroom door and her face smacked right into a hard chest.

She has got to start paying attention to where she's going, seriously. 

Namjoon breathed heavily as her scent filled his nose, it was more concentrated this time although the bathroom was big and there was plenty of breathing room. Her scent of cedar and leather with a hint of coconut and undertone of lavender was intoxicating to the wolf hybrid since the day he marked her throat with his teeth. His cock twitches in his sweatpants and his chest rumbled as he tried to keep his composure in front of her but it was getting painful for him to hold back.

"I need to know. Please it's driving me insane Y/n." Namjoon pleads looking into her eyes as her head jerks up and her startled gaze meets his stern expression. She's at a lose for words as her cheeks light themselves on fire under his dragon eyes. "Wh-What do you m-mean?" She stutters as he closes the distance between the pair of them. Pressing his chest into hers. Y/n stumbles backwards and into the wall behind her with a small squeak of surprise.

Namjoon looks down at the floor as he cages her in with his strong arms on either side of her head making Y/n jump as her cheeks got even warmer, her heart starts racing and her walls clench around nothing as he stares at her with predatory eyes. "Don't play stupid with me baby, I see how you've been with Jimin days before we left home. I need to know if there's still room for me in that heart of yours." He growls, a thing sheen of sweat coating his forehead.

He nuzzles his nose against her pulse point and loves it when he feels it quicken even more than before. He licks against it playfully, he doesn't need to scent her again just yet but damn did he feel the need to claim her in a different way, his knot was already half popped and his judgment wasn't the best with his alpha drop clouding his judgement.

Namjoons tail began to swish behind him impatiently waiting for her to answer. "I marked you first, wh-what does that dog have that I don't? Is it because he's domestic and I'm wild is that it?" Namjoon asks breathlessly through gritted teeth as his eyes flash a pale, golden blue color at her. His chest rumbles against her as he presses his hips into hers making his clouded intentions clear to her.

"Feel what you do to me baby? Fuck, what I wouldn't give to be buried in that tight, warm cunt of yours right now." He growls again then latches his lips to the side of her neck and sucks hard at her sensitive skin making her gasp and press against his chest at the pleasure-pain he was giving her body. Namjoon purrs at her little reactions reveling in every sound she made, he licks the bruise he left on the left side of her neck and whispered in her ear. 

"I could take you right now and nobody would be non the wiser. Your family left, all the others are downstairs occupying themselves until they're ready to go to bed." The wolf cups her slick cunt through the fabric of her leggings and rubs it a few times before letting out a low moan. "Fuck, you're so wet- haven't even touched you and you're soaked." He growls possessively nipping her the sweet spot just at her collarbone leaving a small blooming bruise behind.

He begins grinding himself harder against her throbbing cunt lifting one of her legs and hooking it over his hip. The new angle making Y/n moan softly in his ear and her eyes become lidded at the friction he's giving her.

His cock throbs against her, he was big and thick from what she could feel through his pants. Namjoon is sweating bullets his breathing is ragged and broken as he loses himself against her. The sweet gooey scent pouring off of Y/n in waves only fueling the insatiable hunger he felt deep at the base of his spine, his half popped knot getting red and angry the longer it was left untouched.

Y/n was trying her best to think straight but it was difficult when you had a male hybrid rutting into your hips. Wait of course- rut- maybe Namjoon is in his pre-rut at the moment? If that was the case then Y/n needed a plan on how to deal with a rutting wolf hybrid when she wasn't even home.

She taps him on the shoulders a few times before he barely lets her go with a grunt of frustration. "Namjoon, you're in pre-rut. I- I don't even know how to help you during a rut." She manages to push him off of her for a few moments finally catching her breath when Namjoon's gaze softens and he somewhat comes back to reality.

His cheeks were crimson red with how much exertion he just went through, he noticed while they were going through the airports how much everything had gotten under his skin. Every little thing irritated him. The way that big dumb ranch hand stared at her while they tended to the horses, what was his name? Colton or maybe lint licker? Doesn't matter the guy got way to close to her for his liking and made Namjoon see red.

He could hardly hold back every time she had passed him to put something away or every time she flicked her hair to get it out of her face. Not to mention the leggings she decided to put on, downright sinful the way her curves and the swell of her ass filled them out, the faint hint of blue lace panties showing every time she bent over. The sight was like a invite for the hybrid and his cock twitched and stood at attention when he saw her.

Shit, he's royally fucked big time isn't he?

He looks away from her completely embarrassed by his actions before his alpha takes over making Y/n jump as he quickly advanced on her again. Only this time he missed and she managed to slip out the door and ran for the bedroom door with a squeal.

The thrilling excitement of a chase made Namjoons blood boil with a primal need to hunt his prey. He let out a low snarl as he stalked through the room towards Y/n who had just barely made it to the downstairs living area, looking behind her every few seconds for the rutting wolf hybrid.

The rest of them see her scared state and Yoongi steps in front of her to stop her as she mumbles a few words he couldn't catch. "Hey whoa take it easy kitten. What's got you so spooked? Don't tell me you think this place is haunted too?" The panther chuckles as Jungkook can be heard from the living room stating that he called it as he played a video game on the seventy-five inch tv mounted on the wall with Seokjin, the youngest clearly winning. Yoongi smooths his hands down her shoulders to her elbows letting her catch her breath and watches her closely as she begins to speak through heavy breaths and points behind her. 

Before she could even tell them about Namjoon the very wolf hybrid makes his way stomping down the stairs his pale golden eyes on full display as he walks with a purpose towards Y/n who Yoongi shields behind his body. He's not as big as Namjoon but he knows how he is during his rut and how he'll feel afterwards if he hurts Y/n, he'll never forgive himself. 

"Easy Namjoon, you've been thrown into an early rut. Don't do anything you'll regret later." Yoongi warns gently, snarling at him his tail swaying pointedly and his ears pinned against his skull. The little hairs at the back of his neck stand on end and he hissed when Namjoon growled at him. "Take your hands off her, she's mine." He barks showing his sharp canines to the feline hybrid who only snarls and hisses right back at him, making everyone else in the room drop what they were doing and walk closer to the trio at the edge of the living room and kitchen.

"Namjoon seriously- you need to focus. Don't you see how much you're scaring our poor girl?" Y/n stands behind Yoongi her hands resting on top of his shoulders as she hides from him. Namjoon sees her frightened expression and he calms down once again but this time he's able to somewhat control himself. "I'm so sorry I- I di- I didn't mean to scare you like- I don't- fuck, I need some air."

The wolf quickly makes his way out onto the back deck over looking the wide open spaces of the ranch and clutches his shirt against his chest. He's trying to calm himself down the best he can- fighting off his primal urges to mate and breed. He has never been thrown into an early rut before and he can't imagine why his body is reacting this way and for a human. A single connection he swore off a long time ago. His ruts were never this consuming before unless-

Back inside the house the other six hybrids look directly at Y/n and sniff the air around her before they all back off. Jungkook covers his nose quickly and turns away and Taehyung completely bolts upstairs and slams the bedroom door shut with Hoseok and Jimin following close behind him with a second door slam. Yoongi and Seokjin have walked a few feet away from her to keep themselves from pouncing on her.

Y/n stood there bewildered by everyone's reaction to her and the scent that rolled off her body. She hesitantly lifted her arm and sniffed, she didn't smell bad at least to her own nose. She shrugged her shoulders and looked to the feline pair that were still inching away from her. 

"Seriously, do I smell that bad?" She waves her arms in the air and they quickly slump down to her sides and she goes to check on Namjoon but Jungkook stops her by grabbing her elbow and uncovering his mouth.

"I don't think that's such- a good idea right now." He mumbles his eyes blowing wide as he shuffles closer to her and his antlers bump against her shoulder as his head slumps against her and he starts babbling. She was confused like she normally is but she knows they can smell things that she can't- just what is it that made three of them run, two of them to shuffle away and one to become droopy and giggly laying against her shoulder.

"You're uh-"Seokjin begins to mumble and hot sort of pleasure coursing through his veins at her thick and gooey scent- almost like a bakery now. "You're ovulating...." Yoongi grumbles and quickly covers his nose and mouth with his shirt.

That's why they're avoiding her- that's why Namjoon was thrown into an early rut cycle so suddenly. Their animal instincts are telling them she's fertile and ready to be bred full of pups or cubs. Out of all the times her period could start it just had to be right now in the middle of all this chaos? Really mother nature?

Y/n didn't know what to do or where to even start. On one hand all the hybrids were doing their best not to jump her bones, although Jungkook was a little dumb and droopy at the moment.

On the other hand all she wanted to do was help them where she could. Fuck decisions like these were hard to make especially for Y/n when sex was involved.

After another moment of deep contemplation she decided on what she was going to do, there was a smaller house just a few yards from the main house. It was cottage-core style and very spacious with big bushes along the front and a few scattered wild flowers along the walkway with fairy lights above lighting the way.

Maybe they could use that as a rut house while they stayed here, it had all the things a hybrid would need for one thank the gods. Namjoon could get the help he needed without stinking up the house with his alpha wolf pheromones and the rest of them could navigate the bigger house with Y/n and her alluring scents. All they'd have to do is air the house out every once in a while and they should be fine- totally fine.

TAGLIST: @valpinkk @moonxxlover @meowforluv A/N: ..... Heh, yeah so remember in the last chapter I said things where gonna start getting serious? I might have over done it just a little bit... But that's okay- it's fine.

Jimin really needs to get his shit together by the next chapter just saying... Love is a fickle thing isn't it?

[slytherinshua]

➷　CUPID SOCIETY　( 엔시티 위시 )

      summary . . . nct wish hyung line as cupids in training!!

genre fluff , cupid au , headcanons , nct wish hyung line x reader   cw arrows and potion consumption lol , like usual i struggled with yushi so i'm sorry if his sucks idk why i'm so bad at writing him :') , not proofread   wc 650   request no   note this was supposed to be an ot6 headcanon but i was running out of ideas for maknaes :( i will probably write the maknae line ver of this soon tho!! for now just the hyung line </3 maknae line version now posted   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

OH SION ﾐ 오시온

does not take his cupid training seriously at all

once he gets his own bow and arrows this man is a menace

shoots arrows at people for his own entertainment

will play evil cupid

if two people on campus hate each other he’s gonna shoot an arrow at least one of them and giggle while watching them fall for each other

his matches have a surprisingly high turnout rate though

once the effects of his arrows wear off the couple is usually still infatuated with each other

this inflates his ego though

will not use his “skills” on demand for anyone

no matter how much another student offers to pay him 

and his ability to refuse any offer he gets just makes him get even more

and this boosts his ego even more until he’s almost insufferably full of himself

his ego is eventually shut down by you though

when you start to compete with him over who can be a better cupid

and eventually one of your arrows ends up hitting him

the boy is down bad for you from that moment on

perhaps that was your plan the entire time 

MAEDA RIKU ﾐ 前田 陸

riku is the type of student that everyone loves

he’s always showing people around and helping them out

as if he’s been attending the school for decades

knows all the in’s and out’s

is somehow friends with every teacher

even knows secret pieces of knowledge about cupids and their magic

and he really likes to share the things he knows with people close to him

builds up a reputation this way as someone that is impossible to dislike 

and he’s seriously popular with the girls as well

not that any of them land a date with him though

the one thing he does keep secret is the person he’s been crushing on since he first stepped into the school

although he is very talented with a bow and arrow

and can also concoct a pretty strong love potion

he knows not to use his magic on you

it would be wrong to make you fall in love with him like that

and he would feel too guilty about it 

so he stays admiring you from the background hoping one day he’ll get the courage to ask you out

but lucky for him he won’t have to wait too long :)

TOKUNO YUSHI ﾐ 得能勇志

he’s quite inconspicuous  

doesn’t talk very much and is quite shy with other students 

so no one really gets to know him well

if they did, they would find out how passionate he truly is as a new cupid

he spends most of his time sharpening his arrows or trying new potion recipes

he even concocts his own potions that have never been done before

he doesn’t have anyone to test them out on, so he has to be his own test subject

they’re usually ineffective despite his attempts at researching

when the potions go wrong, he goes missing from classes for days at a time

you’ve noticed yushi from the sidelines and became curious about his disappearances

you decide to become his friend to find out why

which is hard at first because he’s incredibly awkward and it takes a while to get comfortable with him

but, with persistence, you do 

he tells you about his potions, which you find fascinating 

and finally having someone who is genuinely interested in him and what he’s doing is the push yushi needs to gain some confidence

you become best friends and always hang around each other

eventually, you test out one of yushi’s new potions with him

and it goes a little wrong right

yushi is so used to his potions failing that he hadn’t expected this one to work quite so well

now he has to deal with his best friend utterly enamoured with him every second of the day

but maybe that isn’t such a bad thing

nct wish taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @kangtaehyunzzz,, @eternalgyu,, @lexeees,, @nyukyusnz,, @planetkiimchi,,

@haecien,, @talkingsaxy,, @thesunsfullmoon,, @hursheys,, @mjupis,,

@lilly-cherry7,, @kpopandbookschild,, @taroddori,, @lexeees,, @voikiraz,,

@xikskrrrs,, @cupidslovearrows,, @yvshi