#how to make a group chat on snapchat

[teeskzagain]

SNAP MISTAKE

» pairing: younger!hongjoong x slightly!older reader

» summary: what happens when hongjoong receives a video from the last person he'd ever expect? and what the hell is in it?

» warnings: nude sending, masturbation (m. & f.), fingering?, power kink (is that even a real thing?), reader is pretty rude to hongjoong, stepcest *evil smirk*, lowkey sub!joong—but also..not (it’s complicated), he cums pretty fast sooo….

» w.c: 4.5k

» a/n: rahhhhh

y/n sent you a snap.

the snapchat notification drops from the top of hongjoong’s screen; and for a split second, he loses all concentration from the current video playing on his feed.

at the sight of your name, he’s immediately grimacing as he shifts around in his bed. with it going on 12 AM, hongjoong finds not a single ounce of fatigue coats his eyes. instead, he feels his chest begin to bubble with the slightest twinge of anger.

what the fuck do you want?

his thumb, without hesitation, swipes away the alert and he returns back to indulging in his video. it’s of a girl strumming chords on an acoustic guitar, and hongjoong seems to enjoy the melody. though when another notifcation comes buzzing through, his peaceful mood quickly turns into annoyance.

y/n sent you a snap.

y/n sent you a snap.

y/n sent you a snap.

y/n sent you a snap.

“you’ve got to be…” scoffing, hongjoong’s eyes do a quick roll as he now begins to sit up. he firstly reaches over to turn on the lamp near his bed, feeling the covers gently slide down and off of him in the process.

then, resting his bare back against the headboard, he brings a single knee up from once being outstretched and rests a forearm against it.

what could possibly be so important you had to send him five snaps? from what he recalled, you were supposed to be pissed at him- he had taken the family-shared car earlier in the evening, despite you calling dibs on it.

and, yeah, he knew you had plans with your friends tonight. he just truly did not care. hence, why you’re angry at him.

with a leisure attitude, hongjoong goes in to finally click on your videos. however, he swiftly pauses and hovers his thumb over the screen. he thinks harder on this memory.

oh, fuck him.

you better not be sending him a minute long rant video because of that. god, you and your yelling fits. if this is the case, he thinks he’d rather get your tantrum out of the way or else he’s positive you’re going to continue blowing up his phone with them.

at times like this, hongjoong always finds himself hating how he ended up with you as his step-sister.

his catty, whiny, always complaining step-sister.

what makes matters worse is you two somehow ended up being close in age; you’re only 2 years apart with him being younger. you both attend the same community college. and, you’re forced to live under the same roof as one another. there’s always constant fighting, constant bickering between you two.

so, hongjoong wouldn’t even be surprised if you really did send him a whole ass tangent about how selfish and shitty he is. it wouldn’t be the first time you did this either. he’s just lucky you’re sending it over the phone versus storming into his room and screaming at him. which for the record, you have done that too.

“whatever,” hongjoong mutters softly to himself, with him beginning to click on your alert.

the press immediately transports him out of instagram and to the snapchat catalog of all of his recent chats. besides your messages, hardly any other reside here. yeah, there was a couple of unopened ones from his chemistry lab group-chat, but being honest, he just wasn’t going to respond to jung wooyoung’s poor attempt at flirting with everyone else.

with this said, he doesn’t waste much longer in terms of responding to you, with him tapping on the purple icon. for a second, the video doesn’t open, almost as if there was a lag.

he tilts his head to the side and lets out a harsh sigh. he goes to click on it again and this time the video quickly fills each corner of his screen.

yet, what stares back at him is not a rant video. there’s no yelling; he couldn’t even see your face. instead, there’s immediate shuffling of your phone in a dimly lit room—your bed room. the video is shaky and blurred, and hongjoong begins to question if there’d even been a purpose to it when the screen begins panning down.

it continues to descend further and further, raking the frame over some large area of fabric, until eventually it lands on your completely bare, naked cunt.

the moment he registers what’s on his phone, hongjoong’s eyes go wide and instantly he starts coughing from shock.

what the fuck is he watching right now?

before he can exit out that video, it quickly cuts off and a new one pops up. this time your pussy is already in full display for the viewer, the camera being only a few inches away from his eyes.

soon, your hand comes into frame, and freshly manicured nails begin to touch at your sex, lightly grazing it.

“what the hell..?” hongjoong’s left starstruck.

even when you ever so slowly, use two fingers to first get a good handle on your thick lips, then proceed to spread them apart—revealing your pink insides, he’s in awe. even when you send a single finger to stroke up the middle of your slit, he still can’t seem to believe what he’s witnessing. even as you detach your finger from your cunt, now sticky with a stringy liquid, hongjoong has absolutely no idea what the fuck to think.

but even as the video rolls on, he doesn’t will himself to leave it. he isn’t sure if it’s from pure shock or downright disgust that’s keeping him intrigued, but he finds himself trained to the screen. not once has he looked away. his gaze remains on your exposure, and without any thought, a pulse rockets throughout his body.

as a new clip progresses, his breathing is turning heavier and more labored. your touch that once started off so airy has swiftly turned into aggressive fingering.

the camera work becomes increasingly shaky the longer the video continues, and now he swears he can see your hips fighting to match pace with your desperate rubbing.

some of the wet spots coating your cunt would glimmer from the light, and yet again that same jolt rushes through hongjoong’s body.

his volume hadn’t been up that loudly, however faint whimpers and occasional moans could still be made out, courtesy of you. he thinks anytime he heard those, an uncomfortable surge courses throughout his veins.

especially since he can already imagine the faces you must be making. your dismissive eye rolls, the frustrated nose scrunches, he feels he can construct your expression right now just because he knows you that well.

fuck. and there he goes with another surge. this time accompanied with a quick jerk of his thighs.

the series of videos eventually come to an end. you were able to get in another hearty buck of your hips, which caused the loudest moan of the night to soar out of your mouth. then after that, the video ends and hongjoong’s whisked back to the message log, now waiting for his response.

slow blinks.

that’s all hongjoong can manage for right now.

slow blinks and a dropped mouth from whatever fucking porn video you—his step-sister—just sent him.

what the actual fuck?

a minute goes by that he’s left you on open. within that time frame, he sees your bitmoji appear at the top of the log, sporting its usual thinking face. three ellipsis are right next to the character which indicates that you’re typing.

soon, an actual message comes up, and as if his brain is on autopilot, his thumb falls down to tap on your notification. he’s instantly dragged back into the chat with you.

y/n:

| no fucking way i just did that

| oh my god

| oh my fucking god

| did i actually just send you that?

why does he feel his heart beating faster? licking his lips, he manages to type out a response.

hongjoong:

| yeah, you did

| what the fuck was that?

y/n:

| NO

| holy fuck

| shit that wasn’t meant for you hongjoong

| i meant to send that to someone else

see, now that thought never crossed his mind. actually, no thoughts did until now. you accidentally sent him a nude? how does that even happen?

hongjoong regards your latest texts in perplexity, all the while your own bitmoji character sits idly in the corner, waiting for his response. about 10 seconds pass when your character darts out from said corner and thought bubbles appear next to it.

y/n:

| hongjoong i swear to god you better not tell another living soul about this

| you’ll be fucking dead. DEAD. do you hear me?

| yah, answer me.

| answer big sister and tell her you won’t open up your goddamn mouth about this.

“oh, my...” murmuring, he flops his head against the wall and scoffs. he hates whenever you do this. reestablishing your dominance—like he’s your pet or some shit. god, you get on his nerves.

he blows out a jagged breath. the pads of his fingers begin to leisurely tap at the screen.

but, fucking hell. why did reading that make his stomach twist?

hongjoong:

| okay i swear i wont say anything

a response from you appears out of no where.

y/n:

| say it again

the tinniest groan gets caught in his throat as his eyes crinkle in anguish. what the hell are you doing to him? do you get off on embarrassing him? he didn’t even do anything, and yet he’s being treated like this.

hongjoong:

| noona, i promise i won’t say anything

| alright? i’m not gonna say a single thing to anyone

y/n:

| yeah you won’t

| don’t say anything

| don’t even THINK about what you saw

his teeth pull his bottom lip inwards, and hongjoong gnaws on it.

hongjoong:

| okay

y/n:

| i’m so serious.

hongjoong:

| i hear you, okay? i’ll forget about the whole thing

your bitmoji sits in the corner, as if it’s gathering its thoughts. then, with one final thought bubble, it spits out the last remaining texts before you completely disappear from chat.

y/n:

| yeah you will.

| fucking perv

| and don’t talk to me at all tomorrow

| i don’t want to see you

| don’t even look at me

| is that clear?

and that was that. after those messages, you never came back, not even when hongjoong replied to your words with a mere, ‘okay’. you didn’t even open it.

with a shaky breath, he exits out of the app and then eventually decides to just shut off his phone.

he sits. waiting for what exactly? hongjoong doesn't know, but he decides to give himself some time to process everything that just happened.

his step-sister was sending nudes to someone else...but accidentally sent it to him?

hongjoong's eyes glance upward as he replays the text messages in his mind. that's exactly what you said. it had been a mistake, those videos.

his gaze travels down as he continues to revisit the whole thing. those weren't rant videos. not like how he previously believed. he had held his breath in anticipation of getting screamed at, yet instead it was practically the opposite.

no yelling, but a quiet stillness. no harsh pointing, but soft touches. rough grunts of frustration were actually tiny whimpers of desperation.

"no way...." hongjoong cups a hand over his mouth as his mind wanders now to the videos, the contents of them.

your pussy was just out. bare. a full on nude.

he remembers your sex was shaven down quite a bit, with hardly any stubble budding out. your skin was nearly smooth. just how hongjoong prefers it- god, what the fuck?

what the hell is he thinking right now? you're his step-sister for fuck’s sake. it's vile of him to think this way about you. it's downright disgusting of him. he knows this.

shaking his head, hongjoong attempts to break away his thoughts, but they're plastered to his brain. no matter how hard he forces himself to think otherwise, his mind is being flooded with recollections of those stupid fucking videos.

your fingers coming down to tease the camera, now he's starting to recall that. how much juice you were leaking out, he can picture the spouts of liquid in his head. your hips fucking your hand with a clear need to get off—hongjoong nearly groans aloud from watching that scene play out.

he's so consumed in these memories; he doesn't even register the fact he's beginning to pull down his pants. he only brings them down till it reaches his mid-thigh, then immediately he starts palming his underwear.

the moment he feels a sense of relief, lips slightly parted as he grips his thick erection in all directions, it's then he realizes what he's about to do. oh, god.

his hand continues to work through the fabric in attempt to satiate the growing desire in his gut. he didn’t want to do this. but, the thoughts kept replaying. those same surges from earlier are coursing through his body before ending with a pulse to his poor cock.

hongjoong huffs a little, this time grabbing the waistband and shoving it far enough to where his hard-on springs up. it’s red and swollen, with tiny drops of wetness leaking from the top, and he doesn’t waste a second grabbing the base to start jerking it.

‘fucking perv’

that had been one of the lasts things you’d texted before disappearing on him. initially it hurt to see you call him that, but as he stares at the hand stimulating his dick, he couldn’t help but allow those words to fuel his drive.

you think he’s a pervert? someone so fucking nasty?

audible breaths fill hongjoong’s ears as he speeds up his pace. going up and down, his fingers curl around his skin for a better grasp.

you probably are repulsed by him, hongjoong thinks to himself, such a disgusting little brother.

quickly letting go, he gathers all the spit in his mouth and propels it towards his palm then returns back to stroking himself. the lubrication makes for a warm sensation, one that hongjoong just melts into. he lets his back relax against the surface as waves of pleasure ripple throughout his cock.

a low grunt topples from his lips, “well, you- you did this to me. all your fault…y/n-ah...”

his pelvis had twitched and bucked upward, causing his hand to squeeze perfectly around the tip and him to softly moan. he didn’t even mean for that to happen, it was just reactive. all because of you.

your stupid cunt flashes in his mind once again, and he feels his hand increase as well. the soft whimpers you produced swirl in his ears which makes his own moans grow louder. you’re the only thing in his head right now, and holy hell, he doesn’t want it to stop. not anymore.

his hips rut faster and faster into his hand, now finding no reason to hold back. your slick pussy that looked so eatable it made him rock hard, he’s thinking about that. he keeps the images of you trapped within his thoughts, no longer wanting them to escape.

“gah…!”

beads of pre-cum dribble from hongjoong’s slit as he finds great elation in the way he’s absolutely fucking his hand. there’s no other way to say it. he truly is fucking his hand, now imagining it was parts of you instead.

your velvet walls would take him so well, he fucking knows they would.

would be warm like his palm and contract perfectly like his fingers. he mimics his thoughts with his actions, and heavy pants waft around in the air.

he feels himself getting close. the sensation that once creeped within him is now present, desperate to spill out.

his stomach convulses as he thrusts harsher and wildly into his hand. fuck, he’d never thought he’d orgasm so fast. he tries his hardest to stop it. he tries to cut back on his pace, but that’s nearly impossible when it’s like he’s in a trance. it just feels too good.

and when hongjoong starts to see white behind his eyes, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. his eyes squint with a grimace, “fuck...fuck…fu-uck..oh, I’m cuh...”

with one final buck, his orgasm hits him straight in his core, and he loses all control. strings of cum shoot out from his tip and land in every direction, his body tensing from the rapid shaking. even as he’s painfully aware of his fingers pumping away at his stiff cock, he’d rather envision it’s your nasty cunt he’s filling up.

a milky overload gushing out of your entrance, he acts as if your pussy couldn’t handle how much cum he had, and so he had no choice but to finish on your pussy lips. the picture is clear in his head, and it makes his eyes vibrate with a roll.

he moans heartily during it all, and even when his dick starts to become overstimulated, he doesn’t care. the pleasure still remains, so he continues to milk out his lasting semen until his hand is drowning in the liquid and eventually no more is coming out.

as he’s coming down from his high, the bliss overtaking his emotions, there’s truly only one thing left on his mind.

just how screwed he is for the rest of his life.

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- Bonus -

five days.

it’s been five days: wednesday, thursday, plus the weekend, since you and hongjoong last had any sort of interaction, and you want to make sure it stays this way.

you’ve been avoiding him, that much is evident. while you had told him to not interact with you the next day, you personally just couldn’t do it.

the day after the incident, you whisked yourself out the house and decided to crash at a friend’s place. you were too mortified and pissed to even be in the same room as your step-brother. let alone bear the repercussions of it all.

god. how could you have been so stupid? all it took was one misclick, and the rest of the videos were just sent to that recipient—the wrong recipient. to make matters worse, you hadn’t noticed anything alarming until after the videos were both sent and opened by the absolute last past you could’ve shown. how lucky.

once the following monday hit, you knew it was time to come back home. your parents had been questioning your whereabouts since you disappeared with no heads-up, them constantly texting you. however, even with the obvious shift in tone, it seemed clear they were still in the dark about the reason behind your absence.

good. hongjoong better keep his fucking mouth shut if he wanted to live to see another day.

that also makes for an easier return back to the house, knowing the issue is self-contained. when you pull up in your driveway that morning, it also helps that your parents’ cars are gone. they’re definitely at work currently, so now you can have even more time to collect your thoughts.

you don’t see hongjoong’s car anywhere in sight, either, and now you’re even more relaxed. right, he should have classes around this time, while you on the other hand had the pleasures of having monday’s off.

climbing out of the car, you find the trek back into the house much easier. no one’s home, and they probably won’t be home for at least a couple of hours. meaning, you don’t have to worry about anything as of right now, you are golden to-

the moment you throw in the front door, entering your residence, an ambling body comes trotting down from the staircase, and the two of you instantly lock eyes.

your face goes slack.

what. the. fuck?

with a bare chest out on display, hair messily scattered, and sporting sleep shorts, hongjoong has all the characteristics of the i-just-rolled-out-of-bed attire, and that begins to irritate you. why the hell is he here right now? just like that, you’re back to being on guard.

hongjoong halts his movements for a second before continuing his descent downstairs, this time at a much slower pace. you figured he’d sense your rapid mood change as hot anger pricks at your skin, causing him to avert his gaze from yours.

reaching the bottom of the stairs, hongjoong rounds the corner, your eyes trailing after his body as he makes his way into the kitchen. you aren’t sure what takes over, but soon the fury you’re experiencing has you storming right along into the kitchen, as well.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you sneer, slamming your hands down on the large island resting in the middle of the kitchen. you wanted answers and you wanted them now.

hongjoong, who’s standing on the complete other side, glances up from the bowl he recently grabbed and towards your power stance. the quick eye contact makes your stomach turn, but you make sure to appear indifferent.

“i woke up late today, then decided not to go to class,” his tone starts off like he’s tired, nearly dejected, but then it swiftly changes to that of something else, “are you finally back from your impromptu trip?”

you cock your head to the side. was that sarcasm you detected in his voice?

“what’s it to you?” there’s a snap to your question, but even that doesn’t seem to faze hongjoong.

he just turns his face away as he goes to speak, “just figured i should know. because if you are staying here….” he pauses briefly before letting out a dry laugh, “then technically i shouldn’t be talking to you, looking at you, or thinking about you,” he twists his head so fast, your attention gets recaptured by his piercing gaze, “isn’t that right?”

those words.

you had said that to him a few days ago out a fit of rage. and now, he’s hurling them back in your face.

your throat bobs uncomfortably as you try to swallow the imaginary thick pill, your demeanor somewhat faltering, “for the record…i meant every word.”

because truthfully, you did. you could not stand kim hongjoong before this whole thing happened, and you surely can’t stand him now. for your own sanity, he needs to keep a distance from you.

with a scowl, his nose turns upright at your statement, “really? but, you can slam your hands down and yell at me all you want? how does that make any sense?”

“i’m your senior, i can do whatever the hell i want.” you hiss right back, “doesn’t matter what i fucking said, all you need to do is listen.”

here we go with this.

“y/n, don’t try to-”

“what was that?” you buck your head forward with a disgusted face.

he takes a deep breath then tries once again, “y/n. it’s-”

“what?” you make sure to enunciate every letter.

hongjoong feels the anger boiling in his chest. with another irritated sigh, he opens his mouth, “noona-”

you stop him from progressing with his sentence, seeing as that word alone proved your point. you’re above him systematically. there’s nothing else to argue. as your younger brother, he needs to accept this fact and just do as he’s told.

“are you understanding now? how this works?” you fake sincerity with your questions, watching his own lividness unravel within his eyes. you don’t care, though. you want to make him feel low, “so when i tell you to not fucking look at me unless i’m talking to you, what does that mean, hongjoong? do you get what i’m saying?”

his knuckles are turning white. he didn’t even realize he’d been gripping the bowl so tightly until a sharp pain rockets through his hand. he lets go instantly, though fails to speak a word to you.

eyeing him up and down, you take the lack of response as a sign of victory. after a beat of silence, you backpedal slightly away from the island. now, after that, it’s time to raid the refrigerator for some breakfast.

while you venture off towards the refrigerator, you register how hongjoong doesn’t move an inch.

the fridge doors open, and with unconscious thoughts tumbling out in a murmur, you mindlessly search around for anything that catches your attention. all the while, an eerie stillness has taken over hongjoong.

you scan around, lowly muttering to yourself, “…wouldn’t even be surprised if he turned out to be a fucking pervert…probably enjoyed watching those videos….getting off on them…..what a—!”

a hand comes in contact the one of the doors, the force making it slam shut. hongjoong slides his way into your proximity, and you can already see the anger emanating off his body. he stares you down menacingly as now you begin to feel trapped.

“you want me to tell you the real reason why i woke up late this morning?” he starts off with narrow eyes. when you don’t give a reply, too busy trying to reel-in from the sudden outburst, he takes that as a sign to continue speaking. he bores his gaze deeply into yours, “ever since you sent me those stupid, fucking nudes, i can’t stop thinking about them.”

wow. your eyes go wide a that, your breath hitching in the process.

he doesn’t waste another second, quickly adding on to that, “they’ve been so intrusive, infecting my thoughts—my dreams,” his eyes scattily absorb your expression, intaking the wave of emotions that wash over your face, “it’s gotten to the point where i’ve been fucking myself raw before bed, just so i can sleep comfortably. every night, cumming over and over again to the thought of my big sister’s pussy.“

he watches the horror override your once sly attitude. and god, does it feel great to finally have you so shocked.

he drops his hand from the metal doors, then begins to step away, “how about it? is knowing that going to cure that rancid attitude of yours, noona?”

just like your previous ones, hongjoongs’ questions are rhetorical. he doesn’t want an answer from you. no, that wasn’t the goal of his confession. he just knew he wanted to make you feel as sick as you did to him.

and there’s nothing sicker than the truth.

hongjoong doesn’t stick around much longer after that bomb drop, with him retreating back to his room upstairs. you’re still in the kitchen, trying to process what the actual fuck you just heard.

he rounds the corner, about to take the first step upwards, when his vision flickers over to you one last time. you’re spaced out in a stare, your breathing regular and even. you’re frozen like a statue.

but when his gaze peers down to your legs, and the slight clutch they do, he knew from this moment things would really never be the same.

[blasphemyandbackshots]

what will you do, when your boyfriend is absolute cringe? — jjk version

satoru gojo—cringe level: legendary

tries to ‘accidentally’ bump into innocent people while out with you and loudly says, “oh nooo, don’t mob me, i’m on a date with my beautiful girlfriend 😏.”

says, “babe let’s take a selfie,” then uses every filter on snapchat. he picks the dog ears one and pants like a puppy.

insists on calling you ‘his little infinity’ in public. says things like “you can’t touch her unless you break my domain 😘.” you just wanted sushi, not a battle declaration.

sends your photos to nanami with captions like, “look how hot she is, don’t be jealous, mr. accountant.”

kento nanami—cringe level: dry dad energy™

tries to make jokes and they never land. “i’m feeling very… cursed today. must be because i’m under your spell.” silence. dead silence.

wears matching couple shirts. not ironically. “if mine says ‘king of curses’ yours should say ‘queen of my heart.’”

refers to you as ‘my beloved’ in every sentence. people think you’re in a period drama.

sends you passive-aggressive weather reports. “the temperature today is 12°c. wear a scarf. i won’t be responsible for your cold.”

toji fushiguro—cringe level: dumb jock with zero shame

tries to sext you in emojis. it’s just the eggplant and three knives. you have no idea what that even means.

refuses to call anything by its real name. calls breakfast ‘protein-up time’. calls your lips ‘mouth pillows’.

when you wear anything cute, he flexes and says, “yeah, i did that. you’re welcome, world.”

will absolutely send gym thirst traps and caption them “so you don’t forget what’s yours 💦💪.” sends them to the group chat by accident.

megumi fushiguro—cringe level: reluctantly adorable

tries so hard to be cool around you but absolutely chokes. stares at you, then looks away too fast and walks into doors.

denies being jealous but mutters “i’ll kill him” under his breath when anyone flirts with you.

will text you “u up?” at 8:13 pm then panic and say “sorry wrong person” and ghost you for two hours.

his idea of flirting is saying, “i guess you’re alright.” then staring at the floor for 6 years.

yuji itadori—cringe level: golden retriever with no filter

tells random strangers that you’re dating. waitress: “what would you like?” yuji: “i’d like whatever she wants. she’s my girlfriend. isn’t she pretty??”

dances anywhere if he hears music. grocery store. dentist’s office. funeral (he swears it was just a reflex).

wears a ‘world’s luckiest boyfriend’ shirt on your anniversary. you didn’t even get him one.

gets teary-eyed when you kiss him and goes, “wow. that felt like love… do you think sukuna felt that too?”

yuuta okkotsu—cringe level: sweet boy but intense & fast™

brings you flowers every single day. like it’s a competition. you now own 13 vases.

gets so nervous around you he recites rika’s curse vow by accident instead of ‘have a nice day’. you just blinked.

once cried because you complimented his handwriting. “no one’s ever noticed that before… you’re so… so…” cue intense anime sobbing.

tries to talk dirty but his voice breaks and he immediately apologizes and bows. you just wanted to kiss. not a formal ceremony.

toge inumaki—cringe level: silent rizz but when it goes wrong, it goes wrong

texts you only in emoji code. it’s cute until you realize 🍙💥💀 might mean ‘i miss you.’ or ‘i blew up a building.’. unclear.

tried to dirty talk you using only ‘salmon’ and ‘bonito flakes’. it was confusing. but strangely hot.

you said “i love you” once and he panicked so hard he said “tuna mayo” and ran out the room.

will dramatically mouth full love speeches in slow motion like it’s a silent movie. background music plays from his phone. the secondhand embarrassment is in 4d.

suguru geto—cringe level: smooth-talking cult leader energy

flirts like a guy who read one too many romance novels. “every time you speak, the cursed spirits retreat. coincidence? i think not.”

performs unnecessary hair flips and stares into the distance as if someone is always filming a documentary about him being misunderstood.

calls you ‘my little curse queen’ in public. once said it at a bakery. the cashier blinked twice.

will 100% do a dramatic slow clap when you walk into a room. every single time.

choso kamo—cringe level: emotionally earnest but awkward emo boy

writes you love poems at 3am and reads them out loud with complete sincerity while you’re trying to sleep.

once made you a playlist called ‘songs that make me think about your blood’. you had to lie down after that.

tries to recreate romance movie scenes but keeps picking the wrong ones. tried the ‘titanic’ scene in a bathtub. nearly drowned.

hugs you in front of everyone for 30 seconds longer than socially acceptable and whispers, “you smell like safety and also my destiny.”

ryomen sukuna—cringe level: eldritch horror who thinks he’s hot on tiktok

tries to be ‘mysterious and sexy’ by saying things like “you’re lucky i don’t kill everyone you love just to have you to myself.” sir. therapy. now.

uses his domain expansion to make fireworks in the sky that spell out ‘mine’. you screamed. so did the neighborhood.

will take over yuji’s body mid-date just to flirt. “he’s too soft. let me show you how a real man treats you.�� you were just trying to eat takoyaki.

posts shirtless mirror selfies captioned ‘god body. devil tongue. her problem.’ blocks comments so no one can call him out.

mahito—cringe level: feral theater kid with no social awareness

practices different personalities like a method actor to ‘see which one you like best’. one day he’s a victorian butler. next he’s a skater boy.

sends you cursed objects as gifts. you cried when a jar started whispering your name. he said, “it’s the thought that counts, baby 🥺🫶.”

made a scrapbook of your hair. not a lock. not a strand. like. all the hair you’ve ever shed in his presence. he calls it ‘the archive of her beauty’.

if someone flirts with you, he shapeshifts into them and says, “is this what you want?” you had to leave the restaurant.

[andivmg]

is it bad i wish people would give examples of how dream is “manipulative”?? because the examples I am seeing right now are just him over explaining himself

tw/ drama, sa mention

i can give you one example but you have to bear with me here, it’s kind of hard to explain through text and i can’t give full context because it would drag other people into it and i don’t want to be messy.

edit: i added a division here bc i don’t want to see all that when scrolling through my blog lol

the following screenshots are taken from a conversation we had in july 2023, where he messaged me after 7 months of no contact and basically tried to make me apologize to him after he ghosted me. i have since blocked him and deleted his number (i had to dig through my friends’ group chat to find these screenshots). the conversation was extremely long and if i wanted to dissect it fully i’d have to make an hour long video on it and and tbh, i don’t care that much so this is what we’re working with.

for at least some context: the “she” being referenced is a former mutual friend who informed me that he had a gf the whole time we were talking (i have since learned that might not have been true but with him who tf knows). The name blocked out is her boyfriend, who is his friend. and the block of text covered is just him yapping and name dropping too many people. also i guess to give him some grace, he had just gotten surgery and told me he was high off pain meds, which is why he was messaging me.

here we go

“your memory is wrong”

this is referencing the day i was told he had a girlfriend. that day, the girl and i went to get our nails done and during that time, she informed me of the situation. as you can see in the message, i had texted him saying that we had those plans that day. he never replied to it. like seriously, that was the last message i ever sent him before blocking him a few weeks later. so, in this context, him saying my “memory is wrong” is textbook gaslighting.

“i swiped to look at to give you the chance to bump it, which you never did.”

now… huh?????? tbh i’m still confused about this bc he’s basically admitting that he didn’t reply to my message after saying that he didn’t ignore me. so, contradicting himself there and making it seem like it was my fault that he didn’t respond.

“you can unblock me on snap”

as we know, he has a history of having conversations with girls and other people exclusively through snapchat in order for him to say whatever he wants because the messages disappear. i guess he had a point there bc here we are. you could see this in his favor, but i see it as a way for him to avoid any accountability whatsoever for the shit he says. he was trying to move the conversation over to snapchat, i guess to avoid exactly what is happening now: evidence of him being a slimy little shit.

“I was the only one actively trying to keep you in the friend group despite even backlash from others for it”

now this one just pissed me off at the time. after getting out of an abusive relationship (which all of our friends knew about btw) everyone continued to hang out with my ex instead of me because: a) clout and b) they had been friends with him longer. here, he tried to make it seem like he was doing me this huge favor by still talking to me and “keeping me in the group” (which he didn’t btw). now, at this point he already knew about my sa, he knew about all the shit that happened in the relationship, and he still wanted me to be in a friend group with the man who put me through all of that, his other friends, who made super weird sexual comments about me on multiple occasions, and other people who enabled all that shit. then, he tried to make it seem like he was doing me a favor. insane and manipulative.

i hope this helped, anon. i kinda had to relive some shit in order to provide this for you but i think it’s the only example i could give from my situation in which he was being manipulative. i think these are pretty good examples and i hope it wasn’t too confusing without all the context.

[tedlovesmusicals]

Some nerdy prudes headcanons in no particular order:

• Steph is a gamer girl. Her dad bought her the full gamer girl set up with the pink cat ear chair and see-through computer tower for her to just play the sims and stardew valley. Richie and Ruth get her into fortnight.

• Pete gets motion sickness so he reads a book while listening to his girlfriend cuss out 12 year olds.

• Richie made them all a discord server because it's "way cooler and more efficient than snapchat."

• Grace constantly sends Jesus themed gifs into the chat as reactions. Think of the stuff your grandma sends you when she discovered how to use the keyboard on her phone. Exactly. A lot of glittery easter crucifixes.

• Steph convinces Ruth to audition for the next school musical. Ruth gets her first ever lead role. Steph agrees to be in the chorus with Pete to support her.

• Grace forms an Abstinence Club so she can lure more dirty dudes and eat their souls or whatever.

• Pete gets them to play dungeons and dragons with him once. He was the dm. Richie was a dark elf rogue with a complicated backstory. Ruth was a bard that tried to seduce everything that moved. Steph got frustrated with the rules immediately and eventually just had Pete make a character for her. Grace played a real human priest that shamed the entire group for playing the devil's game before storming out after only being there for five minutes.

[saturnsag3]

I Can Go the Distance - will smith x macklin celebrini

summary: they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but Will never asked his heart to be stretched across 2,500 miles.

wc: 2,998

Boston in November was brutal. Gray skies hung low over the city, biting wind howled between buildings, and the Charles River looked like it had lost the will to move. It matched Will’s mood almost too well.  Mornings at BU meant lectures in worn-down halls, coffee that tasted like it was brewed out of pure bitterness, and professors who loved the sound of their own voices. Afternoons blurred into study groups and phone calls with his mom and way too many texts from Toff about fantasy hockey.

But nights—nights were the worst.

That’s when he missed Macklin the most.

That’s when he could still feel the soft weight of summer. Of sun-warmed skin and Macklin’s laugh when they snuck into that abandoned lighthouse on the coast. Of late-night drives with Katy Perry blasting too loud and Mack’s hand in his, thumb brushing over his knuckles like he was reading braille.

Four months. Four months since they’d last touched. Since they stood outside the security gate at the airport, hugging like the world was ending and neither of them had the right words. Will remembered the way Mack’s hands had trembled on the nape of his neck. The way he kissed him long and hard before reluctantly walking away and boarding his plane.

They’d promised to visit by October. But October turned into a stress spiral. Midterms for Will. Labs and lectures for Mack. Prices soared. Timing sucked. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into aching, sleepless nights.

Will didn’t know how to say “I miss you” anymore without it sounding like “I’m breaking.”

But then—Thursday night.

He was lying in his dorm, blanket pulled up to his chest, textbook open but abandoned, when Macklin posted a story on Snapchat. There he was, clad in a UW pullover that was a smidge too big for him, reading glasses perched on his nose, hand to his chin. The caption read:

“missing my bf so bad rn.”

Will stared at it like it was a transmission from another universe.

And just like that, something clicked. He picked up his phone, opened his group chat with Toff and Ekky, and sent one message:

need ur help. I wanna surprise mack.

---

“Dude, you’re serious?” Toff said the next morning over FaceTime, his messy dorm hair sticking in all directions.

“Dead serious,” Will said. “I actually can’t do this anymore. I’ll fail my physics test before I go another week without seeing him.”

Ekky appeared in the call wearing his usual oversized hoodie and a backwards hat. “We’re in. I’m always down to support you and Mack’s gay shit.” 

This pulled a chuckle and a roll of his eyes out of Will while Toff rubbed his hands together like some frat boy evil genius. “We’re talking a full-blown surprise? Like hide-in-the-closet level surprise?”

“Hide-in-the-closet sounds like I’m breaking in,” Will muttered. “I was thinking I just show up at his door. Maybe bring him flowers.”

Ekky snorted. “Bro. You’re flying six hours. Go big or go home.”

Will grinned, heart thudding. “Okay. okay, I’ll go big.”

They planned fast. Toff got Mack’s roommate out of the room for the weekend—claiming he needed help with a group project. Ekky booked Will a red-eye flight using points his mom gifted him last Christmas. They scouted Mack’s schedule, down to the minute, to find the perfect window.

Will barely slept Friday night. His suitcase was small, but his nerves were colossal. He kept playing out the scene in his head: Mack opening the door. Mack's face. The tears, maybe. The kiss. The warmth.

It felt like reaching for oxygen after drowning.

---

Seattle hit Will like a breath of fresh, rainy air. He stepped off the plane and smelled pine, coffee, and home. Toff picked him up with a grin and a half-eaten bagel, blasting Coldplay from the speakers just to mess with him.

“Ready to destroy your boyfriend emotionally?” Toff asked as they pulled into the UW campus.

“Please never say that again,” Will said, clutching his duffel. 

“I meant in a good way!”

“Okay- yes. Let’s do this.”

Macklin’s dorm was exactly as Will had imagined: beige walls, loud voices echoing down the hall, that particular college smell—part Axe body spray, part takeout. Will’s heart pounded with every step.

Toff stopped outside Room 503. “I checked—he’s in there. Probably working on his econ paper. You’ve got the floor.”

Will gave a breathless laugh, nerves buzzing. “Thanks, man.”

Toff pulled him into a quick hug. “Make him cry.”

Will knocked twice.

---

The door creaked open.

Macklin stood in front of him, barefoot, wearing plaid pajama pants and a hoodie Will had left behind last summer. His hair was mussed. His eyes widened slowly, disbelief washing over his face like a rising tide.

“Smitty?”

Will swallowed the lump in his throat. “Hi.”

Macklin’s mouth opened, closed. He blinked once, twice—then stepped forward so fast that Will barely had time to drop his bag before Mack was there, arms around him, face pressed into his neck.

“You’re not real,” Mack whispered, voice cracking. “This isn’t real.”

Will hugged him tight. “I’m real. I’m here, baby. Surprise.”

Macklin broke. Tears streaked silently down his cheeks as he pulled back just enough to look at Will’s face. His hands trembled as they cupped Will’s jaw before brushing all over his face.

“You flew here?” he whispered.

Will nodded. “Six hours. Red-eye. Toff and Ekky helped. I saw your story— couldn’t wait anymore.”

Macklin let out a watery laugh, brushing his thumbs across Will’s cheeks. “God, I love you.”

Will kissed him.

Soft. Long. Like pressing the pause button on the universe.

When they finally pulled apart, Mack wiped at his face with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t think I was gonna be the one crying.”

Will grinned. “I was counting on it.”

---

They spent the afternoon doing absolutely nothing, which somehow felt like everything.

They curled up on Macklin’s narrow dorm bed, Will’s legs tangled in Mack’s, heads on the same pillow. Mack showed him the view out his window—trees and rooftops and the misty blur of mountains in the distance.

“You see that corner right there?” Mack pointed. “That’s where I FaceTime you from.”

Will looked. “It’s cuter in person.”

Mack rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

Will laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth. “I missed your face.”

“I missed you,” Mack said, quieter now. “Like, physically missed you. Like my body kept looking for you in the dark. I couldn’t sleep. I tried your cologne on my pillow and it just made it worse.”

Will nodded, throat tight. “I know. Me too.”

They talked until sunset about everything and nothing: classes, professors, late-night cravings, songs that reminded them of each other. Will shared a playlist he’d been quietly building since September. Macklin pulled out the sketchbook where he’d doodled little comics of them as stick figures, wandering campuses side by side.

Will traced one with his finger. “Is this… me on a moose?”

Mack looked proud. “It’s your Canadian fantasy.”

Will laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

---

Later that night, they walked hand-in-hand through the hushed, damp campus. Leaves clung to the pavement. Lights glowed in the windows of libraries and dorms. Seattle’s night air felt cleaner than Boston’s ever had.

“So,” Will said, nudging Macklin’s hip as they sat on a bench overlooking Red Square, “when are we doing this again?”

Mack leaned his head on Will’s shoulder. “Next weekend? Tomorrow? You move in with me permanently and we drop out of college?”

“I like all of those options,” Will said, grinning. “Especially the drop-out one. So romantic. A little chaotic. Very us.”

Mack laughed. “Can’t wait to see you explain that to your physics professor. ‘Sorry, sir, couldn’t finish my midterm. Had to be gay across the country.’”

“He’d understand,” Will said. “He wears Crocs with knee high socks. That man knows heartbreak.”

Mack shifted to look up at him, eyes soft, even in the dark. “Seriously though. When do I get to see you again?”

Will sighed. “Winter break’s in six weeks. I could come out again before then though. We can plan it better next time. I won’t ambush your RA with flowers at 9 a.m.”

“Hey,” Mack said, mock-offended. “Don’t insult my RA. Hannah cried. She said it was the most romantic thing she’s ever seen. You have a fan club here now.”

Will smirked. “Good. I deserve that.”

“You do,” Mack murmured, tracing small circles on Will’s knee. “You flew six hours just to see my dumb face.”

“I flew six hours to see your dumb everything,” Will corrected. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

Mack snorted. “Okay, poet. Calm down before you propose under this tree.”

Will shrugged. “Don’t tempt me. I’ll do it with a vending machine ring and no hesitation.”

Mack covered his face with both hands, laughing. “Jesus. You’re dangerous.”

“I’m sincere!”

“You’re dangerously sincere.”

They lapsed into silence for a moment, but it was easy. Comfortable. The kind of quiet that spoke in its own language.

Will bumped Mack’s shoulder gently. “Come to Boston next time?”

Mack peeked out from behind his hands. “You want me to meet your roommates?”

“They already know everything about you,” Will said. “They call you ‘The Mack’ like you’re a legend.”

“I am a legend.”

“You’re a legend who once fell off a paddleboard and yelled, ‘My Crocs!’ before hitting the water.”

“And the Crocs floated, thank you very much,” Mack said, poking Will’s side. “I’m a pioneer in water-resistant fashion.”

Will leaned closer, their foreheads touching. “So that’s a yes?”

Mack smiled. “It’s a hell yes. You’ll have to fight my chem lab partner for time off, though. She gets weirdly possessive during titrations.”

Will laughed, lips brushing against Mack’s. “Tell her you have a chemistry emergency in Boston. Romantic combustion.”

“Wow,” Mack said. “Even my professor would groan at that one.”

“Tell me you didn’t love it.”

“I loved it,” Mack admitted, kissing him slow and sweet.

---

Later, back in the dorm, Macklin curled against Will under a too-thin blanket, the glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows on the wall.

“Do you think we’ll always do this?” Mack asked. “Chase each other across the country?”

Will tucked his chin against Mack’s hair. “Maybe. Or maybe we’ll finally end up in the same place. You, me, a terrible apartment, and a couch that’s more duct tape than cushion.”

“With a cat named... I dunno. Business.”

“Business?”

“Yeah. So when people ask what we’re doing tonight, we can say ‘sorry, we’ve got Business.’”

Will cackled. “I’m in love with you.”

“You’re stuck with me,” Mack said sleepily. “Even if I never get better at naming cats.”

Will kissed the top of his head. “Especially then.”

There was a pause.

“I’m gonna cry again,” Mack warned.

Will pulled him tighter. “That’s fine. I’ll hold you every time.”

Mack whispered, “Next time you visit, bring a hoodie I can steal.”

“You already stole my hoodie, baby.”

“I need more. I’m building a shrine.”

Will grinned into the pillow. “Obsessed with me.”

Mack grinned back. “Always.”

Will kissed him again. Longer this time. Slower.

The kind of kiss that stitched months back together.

That night, they didn’t fall asleep right away. They stayed up whispering under covers, giggling like they were seventeen again. Mack’s fingers found Will’s and didn’t let go once.

And in the morning, when sunlight filtered through the blinds, and Will blinked awake to find Macklin still tangled with him, still here, he thought and drifted right back to sleep.

sages thoughts⋆˙⟡: i’m a sucker for fluffy established willmack and I love writing it even more, also my requests should be open, send stuff, talk to me!

[ohsayge]

General School Bus Graveyard Headcanons

Aiden has straight As and Bs. No one understands how because of the way he acts; not even the teachers.

Logan has almost every gaming console imaginable. His favorite is his switch because he is obsessed with animal crossing.

The gang wants to travel the world/country together after they get out of the shadow/phantom realm.

Ben and Tyler are the only people Ashlyn trusts with her hair. Ben likes to practice braiding her hair for when Lily wants him too and Tyler will cut her bangs for her.

They don't talk about what happened at the arcade's alley. It's now taboo.

Taylor makes the other 5 go shopping with her. She thinks it's more fun then shopping alone.

Logan's favorite flowers are daisies, but if you asked him he'd say lilies.

The taller Tyler gets, the more Taylor threatens to break his kneecaps. She doesn't want him to not be tall, just not a foot taller than she is.

The group makes it a point to go to any dance recital that Ashlyn has and any baseball game that Tyler has. Neither of them will admit that they really love that the gang comes to support them.

They have a snapchat group chat that's just Aiden and Taylor going back and forth sending pictures of the others. Occasionally Tyler will send something if Aiden and Taylor do something stupid.

Ashlyn's parents started greeting Taylor, Tyler, Ben, Logan and Aiden as "The children who do not live here", It was funny the first time but now Ashlyn begs them to stop.

Taylor and Logan play video games together on the weekends. Their favorite is Mario Kart.

Ashlyn gets a kick out of tripping Tyler. It is completely on purpose, and he has started to pick up on the signs of her about to trip him.

[dcbutinamrev]

Hi, I love your blog! And I have some modern Outsiders headcanons to share if you’d like them!

THE OUTSIDERS AS GEN Z

Dally listens to vulgar rap without headphones or with shitty wired earphones at max volume so everyone is forced to hear it anyway. When he’s in the car he blasts it so loud it makes passing children cry.

Two-Bit is an incomprehensible texter (bc he’s always drunk texting) & Darry texts like a dad with stuff like ‘I am outside.’ ‘Ok.’ ‘Yes 🙂’

Steve gets into arguments with people on Twitter every day and only avoids getting cancelled because he’s friends with Soda who’s lowkey internet famous

Pony is an Ao3 and Tumblr fiend. Has a 12-hour a day screentime and is always hiding his screen from the others so they can’t see the fics he’s reading or writing. Darry gave up trying to enforce screentime limits.

I feel like Johnny would be the only one who knows Pony’s Ao3 user (and maybe Soda too) but it doesn’t even matter because neither of them can read for shit so they aren’t gonna be reading Pony’s 100k+ word slowburns

On that note Johnny & Soda have dyslexia and Soda also has ADHD

Dally has a succession of jailbroken stolen iPhones that are always cracked as shit. Sometimes he just doesn’t have a phone for weeks.

Pony has the most pretentious aesthetic Instagram feed imaginable. Photos of sunsets every evening with classic book quotes over them and stuff like that

Darry posts once in a blue moon and otherwise just reposts the 800 cooking and fitness reels he watches

Both Soda and Dally post thirst traps and have Snapchat hoes 😔 despite Dally being permanently cancelled online for being problematic. Soda’s snapscore is diabolical.

Dally also posts himself smoking weed in bed & is banned from pretty much every social media app for saying slurs and harassing people

They’re all constantly hacking each other’s accounts and dming their crushes the craziest things

Two-Bit spams the group chat with stupid memes and keeps getting removed (by Steve, Darry and Pony) and added back in (by Soda and Johnny)

Darry lives in the gym and is all about Mindset and The Grind™️. He probably sends a Good Morning Go Out And Seize The Day message to the groupchat every day at 7am

They all vape (except Darry). Johnny is constantly sent out of class for vaping with a vape hidden up his hoodie sleeve

Steve once ended up in hospital with popcorn lung which incentivised Darry to confiscate all Pony’s vapes. Pony’s crashout was so legendary that everyone is still a bit traumatised.

Dally and Johnny give each other shitty stick-and-poke tattoos

Darry is on Reddit parenting and AITA threads looking for genuine advice

Two-Bit spends all his money on Temu and AliExpress

Johnny never checks his school email account and has 183849 unread emails on there

Dally was kicked out of school years ago & the teachers were very glad to see the back of him. Fights (with other students & with the teachers), bullying, dealing drugs, skipping class, skipping detention, skipping school altogether, bringing illegal things to school, destroying school property, refusing to ever do any work….the list goes on. Worst student ever.

Steve ChatGPT warrior, Pony ChatGPT number 1 opp. Never let them get into arguments about this or everyone will die.

Pony writes out long thoughtful Letterboxd reviews of every movie he watches

Johnny is the snarkiest bitch in the world and gets away with overhearing everyone’s gossip because he’s quiet and flies under the radar. He probably runs the school confessions insta account and exposes everyone’s secrets.

Johnny and Pony once gave Darry’s laptop a virus trying to pirate movies

Soda and Dally are Horse Girls

Everyone has gay allegations. The extent to which each of them fight said allegations differs massively.

JQKWJKWEJWJWB HELP I LOVE ALL OF THESE😭😭😭

Darry texting like a dad is so real😭 “I am outside” ptsd from how my own dad texts LMAO

I also firmly believe Pony would be a full on ao3 user and most definitely tumblr lol. He’d write irl fics with him and Paul Newman lol

Love how Dally is a menace in both canon and modern universes lol

Two-Bit spamming the gc pls😭

And Johnny never checking his email that’s me fr fr 😭😭

[amphibianauthor]

Ao3 HTML/Coding Resources Part II

This is the HTML/Coding for Website mimicking resources in Archive of our Own (Ao3). To find Part I where I go over the Basics, General Text HTML and some Fancy Formatting (images, dividers, columns, photos, tabs etc. CLICK HERE!

Other Websites:

Texting

-How to make iOS Text Messages on Ao3 by CodenameCarrot, La_Temperanza

-A Quick Generator for Embeddable iOS Text Messages by 221b_ee

-imessage Skin by Adzaema

-Retro imessage by Adzaema

-Basic Text Message Work Skin by ProfessorMotz

- Bubble platform [workskin] by Khashana

-Chat Log HTML by deathbymistletoe

-LINE Messenger/Chat by imperiousmarshmellow

-IDOLish Rabbit Chat Workskin by associate

-Replika workskin by FaeriMagic

-Texting Workskin to match light/dark mode by irrationalpie

Tumblr

-Tumblr style CSS Tweaks by Aposiopesis

-Ao3 Workskin Testing and Tutorials by junietuesday25 tumblr DM

-How to make Tumblr Posts on Ao3 by phyyripo

-Plain Text Social Media Platforms by anubisms

-Tumblr Post Work Skin by tsukinosaugi

Twitter

-Repository - Twitter by gadaursan

- How to mimic Social Media in an Ao3 work by aerynevenstar

-Twitter Work Skin Template by etc e tal

-Twitter Workskin: Tweets and Profile by starskin

-Twitter Mock-Up by TheBrookesNook

Ao3/Fandom

-How to mimic Authors notes and Kudos/Comment Buttons by La_Temperanza

-How to mimic AO3 Comments by bittermoons

-How to add mobile Ao3 in your fic by DemigodofAgni

-How to make a fanfic style header Ao3 style by ElectricAlice

-Template for adding post chapter content by SpookyTesting

-CSS based full Ao3 fic integration (Header/Overview, Comments, Title, Summary & Buttons) by deciMae

-How to Mimic LiveJournal Posts and Comments by cursedcuriosities

-Dreamwidth Entries & Comments Work Skin  by folk_melody 

Facebook/Instagram/Whatsapp

-Whatsapp Group Chat builder by FestiveFerret

-How to make Facebook Messenger Chat on Ao3 by ran_a_dom

-Whatsapp Work Skin Template Revamped by etc e tal

-Whatsapp group chat skin by ovely

-Instagram DMs for Ao3 by monarch_rhapsodies

-How to make Instagram DM mockup by xslytherclawx

-Penstagram chats on ao3 by deciMae

Snapchat

-Snapchat skin by Azdaema

-Snapchat Template for Ao3 by starskin

Reddit/Forum

-UPDATED Reddit Skin by diamine

-2020 Reddit Work Skin by timstokerlovebot

-Reddit Work Skin CSS & HTML by knave_of_swords

-How to mimic Social Media in an Ao3 work by aerynevenstar

-template Reddit Skin by spookedcroon

-template:Subreddit page by ireseen

-Ao3 workskin for Forum Thread by fencesit

-Ao3 workskin for Forum Thread [Expansion Pack] by AMereDream

-How to mimic 4chan posts without just taking screenshots of 4chan

Twitch/Youtube

-Mimicking Twitch Chat for fics by Ultraviollett

-Twitch Chat Work Skin by cherrari

-Workskin testing by tohmas [Youtube comments]

-Youtube Work Skin by 1864s

-Youtube Comment Section Workskin by LupaMoe

Discord/Slack/Zoom

-2023 Discord Theme Workskin by TrojanTeapot

-Discord Work Skin by unpredictableArtist

-Discord (Dark Theme) Workskin by Heterochromia_Mars

-Skin for Recreating Discord’s Server Member List by SpookyTesting

-Ao3 Workskin Testing and Tutorials by junietuesday25

-Slack Workskin by Khashana

-Zoom inspired Ao3 skin by mystyrust

Wikipedia 

-Fake Wikipedia article about a TV show: Work Skin by Anonymous 

-Wikipedia article work skin by styletests

-SCP Wiki Style Workskin by thesnager

Working Games in Ao3 Tutorials

Logic Grid Puzzle Work Skin & Tutorial by BookKeep

The Case Of The Clickable Murdle by VThinksOn

Review Sites:

Yelp Reviews by kiwiana

Amazon Reviews by kiwiana

Rate My Professor Work Skin by BookKeep

Video Game Dialog Mimics

-Dialog [workskin] by Clover_Zero

-Dialogue Workskin (with parallax BG effect) by mystyrust

-My S Ranks--System Windows by unpredictableArtist [computer dialog workskin]

-Tutorial: Ace Attorney Work Skin by QuailFence

-Among Us Ao3 skin by mystyrust

-How to Mimic Undertale Fonts on Ao3 by La_Temperanza

-Tutorial:Rain Code Work Skin by faish

-Balder's Gate 3 Documents Work Skin by Professor_Rye

-SpookyTesting has SOO many Nintendo based ones

–Mimicking Minecraft for some fics by Ultraviollett 

Runescape Right Click Menu Formatting by fennfics

How to put Z skits in your Tales fics by wingedcatgirl

How to make Honkai: Star Rail Messages by html_hell (jihnari)

Hold-hands inspired Texting skin by cursedcuriocities(SetsuntaMew)

Simple Linkshell Ao3 Work Skin by Pent – Final Fantasy XIV mimic

Homestuck Chat Clients by 77angel-skins

Workskin: Slay the Princess by ASpooky

Slay the Princess: Updated Workskin by Lilto

Misc. Sites

--How to mimic Deadpool Thinking boxes by La_Temperanza

--FetLife Skin [Work Skin] by Khashana

--Disco Elysium workskin by SarunoHadaki

--StarTrek PADD workskin by duskyspirit

--MDZS-themed letters by allollipoppins

--A Newbie's Guide to Podficcing by Adzaema [skin for podfics]

--Skin for making Character Intro Cards by SpookyTesting

--Kpop Photocards by legonerd

–OVR System Workskin by unpredictableArtist

-How to make Stylized CSS Card Links for your fics by buttertartz

-vroom vroom kachow: Formula1 Race Results Workskin by mackerel_cheese

Bonus: Ever wanted to see how crazy HTML can be on AO3? Try playing But can it run Doom? or Tropémon by gifbot

Happy Creating!

Last updated: Feb 8 2025 (Have a resource that you want to share? My inbox is open!)

View Part I with HTML Basics HERE!

[bbywtfamidoing]

Damien Haas X Reader

Fluff, pinning, teasing, mentions of Angela, Keith, Courtney and Shane.

A silly video gets to Damien, a small flicker of emotions being shown behind the scenes

If you’d like more please let me know still debating on writing smut I’m not use to writing RPF

Slipping his phone out of his back pocket and looking down seeing a few messages and other pings from group chats, he took a moment and opened a few texts. A flood from Angela.. great.. he chuckled softly

Ang: Damien

Damien

DAMIEN

Me: What- what’s happening

Ang: check your Snapchat

Now

Noooowww

Me: Jesus Christ- gimmie a second I’m just getting home

Ang: Don’t care, 🤷‍♀️ work on it

He shook his head and clicked out of his messages and opened up Snapchat seeing a string of red boxes and one that was a purple box as well, he clicked through a few streaks and selfies that he happily saved in the chat to have. Eventually getting to the one from Angela that seemed to important, watching as it loaded and furrowed his eyebrows and he leaned against the counter

It was a clip from the recent eat it or yeet it, nothing all that important but they had finally got the newer editor to film a video. A simple meal that laid out that Keith reached for and dinged the bell, the video ends and then it plays after the video of everyone giggling as Angela approaches and held the phone dramatically close to their face “Eat it or Yeet it co-worker edition!” Angela giggled and moved to step back as Courtney had a hand on her hip and playfully grabbed Shayne “YEET IT!” She screamed as Shayne grabbed her back and threw her over his shoulder walking away as she screamed “Bringin her to the court office- divorce time!” As she screamed in the distance.

Damien was laid against the counter with a soft huff, he moved a hand to wipe across his face and smiled softly “Hm- interesting.” He clicked off the video and message Angela ‘Impressive 🕶️*’ and swiped off the app to his messages and opened a chat with them

💜Damien💜: So eat it you say?

Me: Oh fucking Angela- I’m gonna kill her.

💜Damien💜: How about we talk about it before you make any decisions?

Me: Okay, yeah okay. See you in 30?

💜Damien💜: 💃🏻

They nervously paced in their house as they sped ran around and picked up a few empty cans and threw them in the garbage, taking a deep breath as a knock echoed through the apartment. Quickly moving to open the door and smiled at the man in front of them, he took a step in and quirked an eyebrow up as me closed the door behind himself “So-“ he moved to put his hands on his hips

Now was the moment as they moved to run a hand down their face “Okay- I never thought that you’d see that, if I made you uncomfortable at all I do apologize for that. If you want space or to set boundaries I completely understand.”

Damien moved forward to carefully rest a hand on their shoulder “Hey- hey it’s okay, I’m not uncomfortable. If anything it’s flattering. I wasn’t sure how you would feel, since it’s kinda thrown out there. That and you were teasing so nothing to worry about.”

They looked at him and shook their head “look, I just wanna be honest. I like you- I have for awhile and I know your feelings about me aren’t mutual-“

Before they got very far and Damien took their hand into his own “You’re making assumptions.” As he carefully stepped closer and quirked an eyebrow “What makes you think I don’t like you too?” That made them pause “Oh- I didn’t think you would want to be with me. I’m not exactly-“

“Not exactly- what? I see you, you’re funny, have an amazing personality and i mean you’re beautiful as well so that’s just a plus.” Damien carefully let a hand move to settle on their face “I want you to listen to me okay? I Damien Haas, like you-“

They took a deep breath and moved forward to hug Damien and relaxed “I was scared that I’d ruin our friendship- I’ve wanted to tell you and never found a way that felt right” Damien let a hand move to look at them and set a hand on their face “Can I kiss you? Prove how I feel about you?” They felt their face flush and carefully moved up to get closer as their lips pressed against one another’s as they let an arm wrap around Damien’s waist before they pulled away and Damien had a goofy smile “See? Now before anything else. Let me take you on a date? Or even just.. have one here? We could make a meal together.. how’s that sound?”

They nodded “Sounds perfect.. I can’t wait for our date.”

A few hours had passed and they were sat on the couch and played smash TM, it was getting dark out as they finished up a round and Damien playfully booed them after they won and leaned back on the couch. They got ready to switch over to a movie and Damien mention a horror movie called Creep.

Popcorn was being popped and lights were flicked off, they let a hand move to pour it into a bowl and turned and jumped as Damien stood behind them “Fucker!” And set the bowl aside and playfully smacked his chest “Mister Haas, never do that.” Damien laughed at them and moved to wrap his arms around them and held them close “We haven’t even watched the movie yet, I was gonna see if you needed help.” He rocked them back and forth slowly.

“Look, go get comfy- I’ll get this and I’ll get the lights turned off and we can watch the movie.” He spoke softly next to the shell of their ear and they nodded, a soft sigh escaping their mouth. Moving to the living room and grabbed a few different blankets “Damien! Do you want comfy clothes or something?” He popped his head out “Uh- sure? Not sure if it’ll fit me.”

Finally they were ready to watch the movie as they were in the corner of the couch and Damien wrapped an arm around the back of the couch, they leaned against his broad chest as the movie started. It was slow paced but it felt so real.. it was good at setting an unsettling atmosphere.

The movie was coming to an end, showing the end results of Josef’s ‘career’

Damien watched the other and smiled “Sooo what’da ya think?” They turned and looked at him and huffed “I hated it- in a good way. I’m never trusting anyone ever again.” They shivered and hid in his chest “I’m never gonna sleep properly again!” They cried out dramatically and laughed “Would you hate me if I said there’s a second one?” They huffed “Shut upppp not tonight-“ they looked at their phone seeing it was only 10:30 “How long is it?” They questioned, a small smile on their lips, was it an excuse for him to maybe end up staying over? Maybe. He didn’t need to know that

Of course Damien knew what they were doing “We can watch it in the morning if you want.” A hand moving to push their hair back “I’m comfy.” They smiled at him “I suppose I could let you stay.” He laughed “mmhm, that wasn’t what you meant when you asked how long the other one was?” A flush flooding their cheeks and groaning “I don’t like that you can read my mind…” they whined as he held them close “I’ll stay over, I don’t mind watching the second one. Tomorrow we could watch the series on Shudder.” They nodded “I actually really liked it, I’m down to watch the second one.”

Happily he pulled them close as the second one began and they started to feel that anxiety run up their spine from the performance.

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[deardaichi]

011. distance, influenza, and 'best friends' — iwaoi.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x oikawa toru wc: 1.1k cw: best friends who love each other (maybe too much). sick and emotional oikawa. emotional anchor iwaizumi a/n: i love them so much. 'they are canon', i say as they throw me into a padded room. i hope you enjoy <3 requested by @kanyaiwaizumi27

oikawa calls iwaizumi every day.

sometimes it’s short — five minutes between practice and dinner, just so hear his voice. sometimes it’s an hour of venting about drills and stats and how the argentine league is different and exhausting and beautiful all at once. but always, without fail, he ends the call with:

"i miss you, hajime."

iwaizumi never forgets to say it back.

on a wednesday, oikawa gets the flu.

he wakes up feeling like a corpse and spends most of the morning groaning dramatically into his pillow. when he calls iwaizumi, his voice is thick and miserable.

"save me," he croaks.

iwaizumi sighs. "did you take anything yet?"

"only your absence and my suffering."

"jesus. take a nyquil, toru."

"you take a nyquil."

"you’re the one dying."

he eventually gets oikawa to drink something, then listens as the line goes quiet and soft snores take over. he stays on the call until he hears the change in oikawa's breathing, then hangs up.

the next three days are a blur.

protein shakes. half a banana. nyquil. toru sleeps too much and eats too little. messages come in from the team group chat. he ignores them. the only person he replies to is iwaizumi.

on the third day, he's propped up against the couch cushions, head foggy but slightly more alive. he realizes he hasn't heard iwaizumi's voice in three days.

he checks his phone. texts, yes.

but no calls.

he dials.

call failed.

he tries again. same result.

he checks iwaizumi’s location.

offline.

oikawa — sick, exhausted, still half-delirious — panics.

"iwa-chan is dead."

he says it out loud. sits on the floor. calls again. texts. whatsapp. snapchat. instagram. nothing. he's halfway through composing an eulogy ("he was too young. too grumpy. the world wasn’t ready for his calves") when his phone rings.

CALLER ID: iwa-chan 🩵✨🌏🍀👅

oikawa picks up with a gasp. "YOU’RE ALIVE."

"open the door."

"what?"

"i said, open the door. i ordered you food."

so he does.

and there, standing in the hallway with a plastic bag of groceries and a takeout container balanced on top of his suitcase, is iwaizumi hajime.

"hey," he says.

"iwa-chan," oikawa breathes, eyes wide.

he stares.

then drops to his knees and starts sobbing like his iwa-chan really is dead.

iwaizumi steps inside, drops everything, and shuts the door behind him.

he crouches down, arms immediately around oikawa.

"hey. hey, toru. it’s okay. i’m here. you’re okay."

oikawa clutches the back of iwaizumi’s hoodie, face buried in his shoulder.

"you can’t do that," he hiccups. "you can’t disappear on me. i thought you died."

"i just turned off my location so you wouldn’t know i was flying. i wanted to surprise you."

"surprise?! i had a heart attack."

iwaizumi huffs a laugh and pulls him tighter.

"i’m sorry. i just... felt like you needed me."

oikawa leans back, face blotchy and red. "i need you always. but yeah. this week? i needed you extra."

iwaizumi wipes a thumb gently under his eye.

"so you gonna eat, or keep crying?"

"both."

after food (and more tears), oikawa sprawls on the bed while iwaizumi takes a shower.

he’s asleep by the time the bathroom door opens.

iwaizumi settles in beside him. oikawa stirs in his sleep and immediately shifts closer, head resting over iwaizumi’s heart.

just like he did before moving away.

in the morning, oikawa wakes up alone.

his stomach drops.

but then he sees iwaizumi’s shirt draped over the desk chair.

he checks his phone.

[7:01 AM] iwa-chan 🩵✨🌏🍀👅: went to get groceries. back soon.

oikawa tears up again.

iwaizumi comes back with fresh fruit, eggs, and a loaf of sourdough. he makes them breakfast. oikawa eats with his legs across iwaizumi’s lap. iwaizumi lets him.

their conversation is slow. familiar. easy. oikawa dozes off. iwaizumi doesn’t mind.

later, when oikawa is curled up next to him on the couch, head resting in his lap, iwaizumi cards his fingers gently through his hair.

"i gotta tell you something," he says.

oikawa opens one eye. "if you say you’re leaving again, i’ll cry so hard i dissolve."

"nothing bad. promise."

a beat.

"you remember a few weeks ago, when you had that awful match and you called me crying?"

oikawa groans. "i told you to erase that from your memory."

"i couldn’t. it hurt. i hated not being there. and it’s not the first time either. every time something happens, good or bad, i’m always too far away to be part of it. and you never complain, but...it eats at me."

silence. iwaizumi keeps playing with his hair.

"i know we’ve made this work for a while now. the calls, the visits, the check-ins. but i couldn’t stop thinking about it. how far i was. how helpless i felt. i needed to do something. i needed to be closer to you."

oikawa doesn’t say anything, just listens.

"so," iwaizumi continues, "i applied for a position here. director of athletic performance. a club in san juan."

a pause. oikawa shifts slightly but still doesn’t look up.

"they accepted me last week. i was scheduled to fly in next week for the final interview, but when you got sick, i called and moved it up. figured, if i’m already here for you, i might as well be here for work too."

oikawa finally sits up, blinking rapidly.

"wait. so you’re serious? like… really serious? you’re moving here?"

iwaizumi chuckles softly. "i had my interview yesterday before i came over. they gave me a tour. offered the contract this morning."

oikawa stares. "oh my god. oh my god. you’re staying? like, really staying?"

iwaizumi gives a slow, quiet nod.

"yeah. i’m staying. if you’ll let me."

there's a line they've never crossed. they've never kissed. never said the words out loud. just two best friends, oceans apart, learning how to stay tethered.

oikawa lunges.

his hands are on iwaizumi’s cheeks before he even registers what he’s doing.

he kisses him — sudden, firm, unthinking.

iwaizumi stiffens for a second. then sighs and sinks into it, hands resting gently at oikawa’s waist.

they pull apart just barely.

"wait," oikawa says, breathless. "i’m still sick."

"that was your warning?" iwaizumi mutters.

oikawa shrugs, sheepish. "it felt important."

"well. i regret nothing." before he leans in again.

iwaizumi wakes up with a sore throat and a mild fever.

oikawa kisses his forehead and apologizes profusely, though he does it with the biggest smile on his face.

"if that’s the price of waking up next to you," iwaizumi mumbles, "i’d pay it a thousand times over."

oikawa smiles.

"i missed you too, hajime."

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[pinetreesandtea]

Clone Wars characters and their favourite apps

Ahsoka Tano

TikTok

The space version of TikTok ofc, but a redacted version bc she’s in the war

She’s either have no account and free to scroll to her hearts content, or one of those accounts with no profile and a number username

Would constantly harass everyone to watch TikTok’s she finds funny

Would be all over TogrutaTok LMAO

Pinterest

She’s a Pinterest girlie for sure

I like to think she scrolls through Pinterest during travel and longggg hyperspace trips

When everyone is busy and she can’t really bother anyone

Same as TikTok, it allows her to get a peak of normal everyday life

Secretly loves cottagecore

Has boards of aesthetics, combat poses, recipes she plans to make but never gets around to doing, outfits, and memes ofc

Friendship bracelet patterns.

LinkedIn

This one’s a bit interesting think about but I think she likes to look for gossip on there somehow 😭

“Hmmm… this senator is beefing with this engineer?”

Minecraft

If you’ve seen my Clone Wars Minecraft post that iykyk

Animal Crossing Pocket camp

Rip the free app but I feel like she’d LOVE the game

Would immediately get Animal Crossing Rex into her camp

Snapchat

I think she’d purely only have Snapchat only for the clones and the other padawans

Her location tracking would obviously be off but her highest streak would be with Fives

Their streak would only be broken bc of missions

Anakin Skywalker

TikTok

He’d only download the app because he got annoyed with Ahsoka sending him hundreds of TikTok’s and unable to watch them

Instagram

To keep up with Padme’s posts

Made an anonymous fan account for Padme

Also to keep up with his public image lol

Would be one of those people leaving the most diabolical comments on reels under another anonymous account

Has a 4th account pretending to be rich house wife from Naboo or Coruscant

Twitter

Under yet another anonymous account and amassed quite the following due to how diabolical he is

Might’ve doxed some people

Facebook

Just to keep up with his fellow Jedi knights and masters

Comments on every single post on Obi-Wans page and trolls the dude

Block blast

No comment

Roblox

Once again, he’d only have this game to purely troll and bully children 😭

Obi-wan Kenobi

Doesn’t have TikTok despite Ahsoka’s insistence

BUT he will patiently sit with Ahsoka and let her show him all the TikToks she wants❤️

LinkedIn

Gets into beef with people and academics

He claims that it keeps his wit

But mainly uses it to keep track of the academic/professional world

Whatsapp

To keep in touch with all his off world friends

Has a group chat with some clones

Goodreads

I just KNOW this man has hundreds and thousands of book reviews on there

Might get into the occasional witty back and forth with another reviewer

Will giggle and sip tea as he purposely aggravates someone and starts beef with said person

YouTube

Guided yoga and meditation

Follows cooking videos

Space version of Liziqi is his favourite YouTuber

Garden videos and videos about different cultures

Candy Crush

He has it at FULL brightness and full volume

A clone will be walking down a hall passing his quarters and hears “DELICIOUS” “DIVINE”

Facebook

Is in a Jedi master Facebook group

Responds to Anakin’s with the most disrespectful and diabolical comebacks

Reposts the cheesiest memes (gets a lot of hate from Anakin when he posts these)

Posts nature pics and pretty sunsets

Gets into back and forths with Mace Windu, Kit Fisto, and Quinlan Vos, all of them are willingly doing it for fun

Rex

WhatsApp

Is involved in numerous clone group chats

Likes to keep up with his bro’s

Snapchat

Begrudgingly got it because Ahsoka wouldn’t stop annoying him about it

His snaps are essentially pics of hyperspace and redacted paperwork

YouTube

Watches those military vids that details about weapons and combat

Air soft vids!!

Puts those bushcraft vids on the side while doing something else like filing out reports

Also a big fan of space version of Liziqi

Has watched videos about Togruta culture etc when Ahsoka first became Anakin’s padawan

Watches Workout vids occasionally

Discord

Keeps an eye on his bros as a mod

Solitaire

Plays the game whenever he’s bored

Facebook

Only got it to witness the snide remarks and friendly bickering between the Jedi

Also in a Clone Commander facebook group where they may or may not make fun of the Jedi but it’s very light

Gets into some banter with Cody

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for writing a paragraph on how I want to drop my friends?

(15F for ref, everyone in here is also F and around the same age)

In 2022, I returned from a six-week camp session with friends I only see once a year (pretty shitty experience ngl, but I still had fun), A couple days later, they accused me of stealing this girl's shirt since I was the last one to wear it. I told her I didn't and I wouldn't. I had a similar steal it because. They proceed to accuse me, so to get out my feelings I write this lengthy paragraph in my notes app expressing my thoughts and what I don't like about the group. This never gets sent out, and we stay friends.

In 2023, they went to camp again (for the last eligible year so it was very special to them), but I stayed home due to pre-existing commitments. This was also the time when the notes app trend was going on, a.k .a. where people would post their notes app and all the antics they wrote. I also posted a video like this, and on the sixth slide, I put the paragraph that I wrote in 2022 (it said 2022 at the top). They didn't immediately see this because they weren't allowed to have their phones, but I private the video before they got back due to a mental health issue I had accidentally aired out. At this time, I saw nothing wrong with the paragraph being included because all the issues had blown over.

A couple months later, I un-privated the video because YOLO and the group found it and immediately got hated on so hard for the video. They post pictures of me to social media stories write paragraphs about how awful of a person I am, create lies about me, and comment on all of my Tiktok posts where I talk about the issue, despite me being vague.

I don't know where I stand in this issue because yeah, I didn't go to the trip this year, and the paragraph was admittedly rude, but they didn't even give me a chance to explain, and getting body shamed on a private Snapchat story when they know I had an ED isn't something i think I deserve, but I need outsider perspective.

The paragraph for reference:

I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore. The whole entire time I was at camp I felt isolated because I was not as involved and as social with the boys as you guys were/are, and that might not be your fault, but you guys have no care in that being the only thing you discuss on this group chat. Every time I text about something else, it always gets pushed to the side and now you are accusing me of stealing (name)’s top. I agree, I was the last on to wear it, but distinctly remember throwing it back into (name)'s trunk. I am sorry it did not make the trip back home, but it is not my fault. I don’t want your slutty top anyways, I only borrowed it because my ebb to street wasn’t going to work. I have done so much for you guys, like letting everyone borrow my clothes, giving away my lululemon, and while some of my pieces were stolen, I am not pointing fingers at random people because I have control of my feelings. So many words have been wasted protecting the reputation of Cabin 10 from others who think you guys are attention-seeking whores (you want names? It’s the whole fucking camp), and everyone looked at me in pity when I cried into my hands because I was so sad. I have heard you guys talk shit about me in front of my face (*giggling and whispering* Are you going to try out for the play? No that’s weird. Both heads turn towards me, and laughter erupts out of the two mouths. You know who you are), and you guys have talked shit about each other to me, so I can only imagine what has been said about me. I felt ashamed about my passions, the only personality trait you guys addressed was that I was so mean and I was smart (you only revealed the latter on in private, the former was told to everyone). I am done feeling horrible about myself because you guys are so wrapped up in what every (camp) boy thinks of you, so I am cutting contact. You have ruined my camp experience to the point where I am not coming back.

What are these acronyms?

[reodashi]

How Class 1-A texts

M.list

Warnings - Mentions of spicy scams in one part.

...

Midoriya - no caps, its not even on purpose. he just forgets to, and this slightly triggers some of his friends.

Iida - Very proper, and doesn't text naturally. He more so gives updates. Like...

'I have just gone on a nice run, the sun is very bright today.'

Bakugo - Many would think he'd be all caps and aggressive... But no. Why would he waste time on the extras? So he often respond with 'K' 'No' 'Yes' or leaves them as read. Depending on the person, he will occasionally threaten them.

Todoroki - Texts normally, but if he's feeling fun he'll add the basic 🙂or🙁 emoji. He does have a habit of leaving people on read... But he means well.

Uraraka - She's 50/50 she'll either text normally, and spell everything correct. Or misspell tons of words on purpose with so many emojis💕❤️🎂😜😝🎉. She also reacts to everyone's texts.

Kirishima - Hypes everyone up, he rarely even talks about himself. He just tries to help everyone else out.

'Bakubro, don't be hard on yourself! You're so manly!'

Denki - He has a meme reaction for every situation. Dad died? Squidward is here, no cookies left? Homer Simpson appeared, ran out of toilet paper? Rupaul just popped up.

Mina - ALL CAPS BECAUSE SHE IS SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TO BE TALKING WITH HER PALS AND SHE HAS SO MANY FUN STORIES TO TELL, ALSO LOTS OF EMOJIS! 💕🎉💖💕💖💕💖😜💋🦅

Sero - Sends meme reactions, but not as much as Denki. And he weirdly feels bad for unused emojis so he'll send out weird ones.

'Going to 7/11 want anything? 🍽️🍡💴'

Jiro - Doesn't talk much, she keeps it short and simple. She prefers talking through snapchat feeds or in person.

Momo - Starts all of the most used groupchats, but oddly enough rarely talks in them. She's busy, but she'll answer if someone needs help with studying or something.

Tokoyami - Quotes from his favorite movies or books a lot, tries to give advice even if it isn't the best advice. He likes to use 💀 emoji a lot.

Tsu - Sneaky, she takes screenshots of shady moments or makes private group chats to exclude the boys from. She's all for the girlies💅

Ojiro - Just watches the chaos unfold, sometimes comments on Tokoyami's quotes, saying he knows where it's from.

Sato - Sends yummy recipes he learned for people to try out, shares photos of beautiful sunsets, nice dinners, and wholesome quotes he found. Overall wholesome texter.

Aoyama - Takes selfies of himself, and sends them randomly. Like in a middle of a discussion over homework, he just sends a selfie of himself he thought was cute.

Hagakure - Starts heated debates, she nearly made the whole group chat become deleted after she asked if pineapple belongs on pizza. She likes to stir the pot, she makes sure to add a topic that triggers either Bakugo or Aoyama since they get the most heated.

Shoji - Gets brought into conversations a lot, gets hyped up by people randomly. And even started a small meme amongst the group that he was unaware of, he rarely texts in the group chat but everyone always wants him to join.

Koda - Sends game links in the chat just so he could get free gems in the game he's playing due to sharing the link. He also likes to use pet emojis, and share cute photos of his bunny.

Mineta - Was banned several times in the chat, by numerous people. Has to be told multiple times not to fall for p*rn scam ads, also sends game links for free gems.

"What do you guys mean, Anna isn't in my area?"

...

[13a07s]

Chest Pains

(Tobio Kageyama)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to teerex017]

Requested by: No One

Word Count: 3,466

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

We're going to pretend Tobs has an iPhone cause why not

Kageyama lacking social skills

Word "suicides" are used (in a sport term way)

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     Ding

     The sound of my Snapchat going off fills my room before my alarm clock can. Not that it makes a difference; I've been lying awake in bed since four-thirty. Mondays and Thursdays are the only days I don't go running in the morning. You'd think I'd be asleep but I'm not. I'm wired to be awake already so I am. It's annoying.

     I pat around my bed, looking for my phone without having to move much. It doesn't take long to find the cold box of metal and glass, wrapping my fingers around it. I roll onto my side, the light filling the darkness of my room with painful whiteness.

The photo of my girlfriend and me shines on the screen. It's the dumbest photo I've ever taken. Her feet are - barely - balanced on a volleyball, arms clinging to my shoulders for dear life as she looks at me. My hands are on her waist, trying to stop her from falling off the ball for the tenth time. My disapproval of the photo is written all over my face. It was such a dumb photo, one that she insisted we did "so I have a picture of both my favorite things", but she's smiling so happily at me in it so I can't help but enjoy it... even if it is stupid.

Sugar is scribbled next to the Snapchat icon; another dumb thing on my phone because of my girlfriend. She was upset when I didn't change her Snapchat name so I let her change it for me. It's a stupid name and a stupid thing to be upset about but letting her change it calmed her down so I've left it be.

Over the past couple of months, I've learned that having a girlfriend means dealing with a lot of stupid things because it makes her happy... and that she tends to get upset about things I've never thought about.

     One of those stupid things happens to be the pile of pillows and blankets at the foot of my bed. I'm happy with my pillow and my comforter. 'My Sugar' isn't; she likes lots of fluffy things so there's a lot of them for her to curl up with when she's over. It's dumb, but they keep her warm and happy.

Aside from volleyball, that's all I think of; keeping 'My Sugar' warm and happy. That's a dumb name too. Why should I call her my sugar? It sounds stupid... but she always smiles when I call her my sugar, and Tanaka insists now that she has a nickname I'm not allowed to call her by her actual name anymore or "she's totally going to freak, dude".

Why are there so many untalked-about rules when it comes to dating? What does it matter what I call her or have her on my phone as? It doesn't make any sense to me, but it keeps her happy. It keeps her smiling, at me. That smile makes it feel like my heart forgot how to work, leaving me with chest pains.

Can a heart forget how to beat? Probably. I think mine does every time Sugar smiles at me or laughs at something I say or when I spot her in a crowd at one of my practice matches. Maybe I should ask Grandmother to schedule me a physical to get this heart issue straightened out before it starts affecting volleyball.

     I shake my head, trying to jiggle the possible heart problem out of my mind. Worrying about it will just make it worse. When I settle my head straight again, I tap the screen of my phone; Sugar and me back to lightening my bedroom. I tap the icon with her useless nickname curved onto it; Snapchat obediently opens at my command.

     At the top of the app, she sits; Sugar with a little red box to signal a photo has been sent. Her icon is stacked on top of a few others; Hinata, Yachi, Yamaguchi, Noya, and the team group chat. Sugar's is the only one I have the notification on for, partly because I hate notifications and partly because in an hour I'd get about ten notifications from Hinata alone.

     My thumb hovers over our chat for a moment before I click on it. My screen quickly changes from the bright white of the app to the more mutt main color of Sugar's room. My girlfriend is sitting in front of the small mirror in her room. She has two of them; the small one on her desk and the big when she uses to send me pictures of her outfit.

     That's another useless thing she does; sending me photos of her outfits. Five of the seven days a week she's wearing the school uniform. I know what it looks like and I know what it looks like on her, why send it to me every day?

      This picture isn't that though. It's just a picture of her face, showing off the curves and markings of it; the right side of her face is brighter than the left because of the flash of her camera. Her hair is twisted weirdly today, probably the weird braid she was telling me about last night. French or German or something, I don't remember.

     I make a mental note to compliment the new hairstyle, repeating the command as I hold down on her photo, choosing to save it to my camera as I do with most of her photos. I like looking at them. All the time. In class, on the bus to practice matches, between classes, and on breaks at practice.

     Maybe I should talk about the constant photo thumbing through I do with my doctor too. I don't think that's normal behavior. I shake my head again, another thought I need to not overthink.

     Me| Morning.

     It takes a minute or two before Sugar's icon is popping around the corner of the screen.

     Sugar| Good morning

     Me| Your hair looks nice.

     Sugar| Thanks, Tobi

     Sugar| You should walk me to school

                | today :)

     Me| Why would I do that? You live two

| blocks from the school. You'll be fine

| walking yourself.

     Sugar's icon jumps up again, doing that weird question mark thing for a few minutes before it disappears again. I sit in our chat, waiting for her response. What could be taking her so long to answer?

     Sugar| Okay.

     That can't be good. For whatever reason, Tanaka says when Sugar answers with a single word and a period it means she's mad. I don't see any sense in it but he's been right about it every time so I guess she's upset. He also says when I upset her I answered wrong and should backtrack. Is this one of those times? Probably. I guess it wouldn't hurt to walk her to school even if I see it as pointless.

     Me| Just kidding.

     Me| I'll pick you up at 7:30.

     Class doesn't start until eight and it's only a five-minute walk from her house to the school but Sugar tends to be extra happy on days I get to school early enough to spend time with her before class. If I make her extra happy it should cancel out her being mad at me... I think.

     Sugar| You don't have to walk me to school

| if you don't want to

     Having a girlfriend is confusing. She was just upset that I said no and now she's telling me I don't have to walk her. Maybe I should text Tanaka, he always has the answer. Though, he's probably going to tell me to walk Sugar and that I came off as not wanting to spend time with her. I tend to do that a lot; that's something else I've learned since dating Sugar, that I accidentally come off as annoyed or not wanting her around even though it's not true.

     Me| I want to. I'll pick you up at 7:30.

     Sugar| I can't wait :)

     Good, she's not mad anymore, I think. I should still text Tanaka and make sure I fixed it the right way. Or... I could just get her flowers and be double sure.

Flowers tend to be a good 'sorry' when I accidentally mess up, and if I didn't mess up they'll be a good gift. When I get Sugar flowers and I didn't mess up she calls them 'just cause' gifts. Those kinds of gifts make her the happiest, no matter what I got for my unneeded apology.

     Ya, I'll leave early to stop and get her flowers. Purple ones, like the hair-ties holding her weird braid in place.

                      ————————————

     Hinata's voice rattles around my head as he rambles, not paying attention to what he's saying but still picking up on his voice. Sugar didn't send me a picture of her uniform today. I figured it was just because I was walking her to school but she didn't post the flowers I got her either. She always posts a picture of the gifts I get her, but she hasn't; not on Snapchat or Instagram or even Facebook.

     Why hasn't she posted a picture of them? Did she not like them? She gushed over them when she opened her front door so that can't be the case. I watched her take a picture of them before we left her house, so why aren't they on Snapchat with the annoying shoutout notification telling me she tagged me in the post?

When I texted Tanaka he said it sounded like I should be in the clear. Am I not in the clear? Is Sugar still mad at me? Maybe she didn't like the flowers I got her. Maybe she's mad because I spent our whole morning talking about the new plays Coach came up with.

The lunch bell rings, instantly jerking my body into motion. Hinata whines for a moment, upset I started walking away in the middle of our one-sided conversation. His whining doesn't last long; soon he's back to blabbing as he follows me to Sugar's classroom.

     She's in class four, like Yamaguchi and Tsukishima which both ticks me off and makes me a bit calm. I like knowing she's not alone in her classes. I don't like knowing she's with Tsukishima. Sugawara says I'm jealous and to let it go. I'm not jealous. I'm not going to let it go.

     It doesn't take long to walk down the hallway and slide into her classroom. My eyes instantly catch on the back of Sugar's head, her braid bouncing as she talks and nods along to whatever her classmate is saying. I settle behind her, waiting for her conversation to end as Hinata continues with our conversation; or, lack of one.

     "I'll see you after lunch," she finally utters, nodding her head to her friend once more before turning around to face me. My mind goes blank at the sight of her, any possible form of a greeting is instantly thrown out. Her eyes are gentle as she looks up at me, the rest of her face just as soft. "Hey, Tobio," Sugar greets, her voice making the familiar lack of a heartbeat fill my chest and my lungs sting from the struggle to pull air into them.

     "Are you mad at me?" I squeak out, causing confusion to mix in the pools of her eyes.

     "No, why do you think I'm mad?"

     "He's been whimpering all morning because you didn't post about the flowers he got you," Hinata butts in, mocking my stormy mood.

     "Shut up, moron," I hiss, shooting him a glare. All he does is giggle at my anger. Since I started dating Sugar, Hinata has been the biggest dumbass about it. Always insisting I'm texting her when I'm on my phone, making kissy faces anytime we're close to each other, mocking me about her during practice.

     Sugar's eyes flutter from Hinata's amused grin back up to my face which I'm sure is dressed in a scowl; one that I drop once her sight is back on me. "It's Monday. You take me out to get a drink from the Sakanoshita Market every Monday after our clubs end. I'm waiting so I can post all the pictures of us at the same time, instead of making two different posts."

     "Okay," I mutter, my heart stalled again as she looks up at me; concern slowly eating away at the softness of her expression. Before I can stop it, my hand jumps up to press against my chest, checking to see if my heart is still working. It is. "I think I'm going to go see a doctor soon."

     "Why?"

     "My heart is acting weird," I shortly explain, letting my hand drop away from my chest. "We should get going before the team starts looking for me."

     "And me!" Hinata butts in again, his cockiness replaced with the annoyance of being forgotten. "You act like you're the only person the team would notice was missing," he grumbles, turning away from us to start heading out of the room.

     As I turn to follow, Sugar steps forward, her fingers settling into the creek of my arm like they usually do when we walk together. "Guess what I'm making at my club today?" She prompts me, eyes cast forward as Hinata leads us through the crowded hallways.

     I used to think the cooking club was stupid, especially when there is so many better clubs, like the volleyball club. Over time I've grown to not dislike it. It leaves Sugar smelling good all the time, like freshly made pastries or homemade tomato sauce. It also leaves the team and me with first dibs on buying whatever the cooking club made each day.

     The first time I watched her cook was... interesting. She was pretty, almost dancing around the kitchen as she floated back and forth. She looked joyful the whole three hours it took to make my favorite curry for me. I've never seen Sugar look more happy and beautiful than when she's cooking, twirling around my kitchen, singing to me as she pours her heart over whatever she's cooking for me.

     "Curry," I answer, knowing it's probably wrong. I'm always wrong when I guess curry.

      "We're making taiyaki. The fish-shaped waffles. I'm thinking about filling mine with chocolate or maybe I'll fill it with cream. I don't know yet, which one should I do?" She asks, her fingers tightening on my arm as she rambles on, excitement radiating off of her.

     "Uh... chocolate," I stumble out, my chest freezing again. I need to get a doctor’s appointment scheduled. These constant chest tightening can't be good for me, or volleyball. "Sugar?"

     "Tobio?" She calls back, a pep still in her step, and eyes sparkling as they look up at me through her eyelashes. They're painted today, her eyelashes, with that black tinted stuff stored in the tub she carries in her bag. The paint makes her eyelashes look longer than they are; I like how it makes her eyes look bigger.

     "My chest hurts," I murmur, tearing my eyes away from her. It almost hurts more to look away from her.

     "Why? Tobs, how long has your chest been hurting? Have you called a doctor yet? Set up an appointment? Did you tell your Grandma? Your coach?" Sugar rambles, both hands tightly around my bicep. Concern is glazed over her eyes again, big and round as she looks up at me.

     I take small glances at her out of the corner of my eye, trying to steady my breathing. Sugar isn't happy, but her hands sure are warm. "I'll tell coach today at practice. I'll talk to Grandmother and get an appointment set up. I will be fine."

     "Chest pains are serious, Tobio. You should - "

     "I am fine," I repeat, patting her hands a few times before pulling my touch away from her. A soft sigh passes her lips, her head tilting to rest against my shoulder. Even though Sugar is exhaling, it feels like she's sucking the breath right out of my lungs. I need to talk to Coach about my chest pains, especially since I promised her I would.

                      ————————————

     My mind swirls a bit as I inch toward Coach Ukai, the statement I need to make burning in my head. I don't want to tell him about my chest pains. He'll bench me, make me 'take it easy' during practice, or even worse, make me take medical leave.

     But, the image of Sugar so upset when I told her is making my skin crawl with the need to see her. I tug my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it, and instantly tapping my photo gallery open. Instantly, every inch of the screen is decorated with photos of her. Photos of her at our lunch table, of her cooking, of my daily 'good morning' Snapchats, of her in my sweatshirt, my jersey, my blankets, my bed, my couch, my kitchen, at my games.

     My hand jumps up to rub over my heart again, trying to work out the squeezing I'm feeling as I flip through the photos. I swipe away another photo, the next in line being the one of Sugar and Miwa giggling over a batch of butter cookies. My eyes dance over the photo for the millionth time, rememorizing every inch of it. Their smiles, the way my sweatshirt hangs on Sugar, the dark makeup on my sister's face, even the way the dust dances in the sunlight.

     "Kageyama?!" Coach yells, pulling my attention away from my phone. "Finally," he groans, standing right in front of me instead of across the gym like he was before I got caught up in Sugar's photos. "Are you alright?" He mutters, eyes pointed as he motions towards the hand still rubbing rough circles against my chest. "You've been doing that a lot lately."

     "Uh... ya," I grumble, dropping my hand back to my side. My phone burns in my hand, the glimpse of Sugar still on the screen making the small device feel like a brick in my hold. "Well... not really." Coach's look gets more pointed, arms crossed over his chest, and an eyebrow arched as he looks at me. "I've been experiencing some chest pains."

     "Chest pains?"

     "Ya."

     Coach stares me down for a few more minutes, rolling his weight on his heels as he looks me over. "What kind of pains?"

     "My heart... sometimes feels like it's not working," I mutter, glancing around the gym, eyes jumping over my teammates warming up instead of looking at my Coach. "Other times it feels like there's a fist squeezing it but usually it's the first thing."

     A grin is spread over Coach's face when my eyes settle on him again, amusement eating every ounce of concern that was present a couple of moments ago. "Do these pains happen to arise when your arm candy is around? Or when you're thinking about her or maybe looking at the hundreds of photos you have of her?"

     "Arm candy?" I ask, confused from the get-go of his speech.

     "Your girlfriend, Kageyama. I was referring to your girlfriend," he chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest tighter as his laughter grows.

     "I don't have hundreds of photos of Sugar," I grumble, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. It's normal for someone to have photos of their partner. It's normal for someone to have a lot of photos of their partner too, right? I don't even have that many photos of her... I don't think. What's a normal amount of photos to have of your girlfriend?

     "That's not what Hinata says," Coach pushes out around a new round of cackles. He takes a step forward, a rough grip on my shoulder as he shakes me a bit. "What you're feeling is called 'love', Kags. Your 'chest pains' aren't actual pains, they're just feelings of caring and loving your girlfriend. They're not going to kill you, and over time you'll get used to the feeling."

     "Is the feeling going to go away?" I ask, rubbing over my heart again, the pain back as thoughts of Sugar flicked through my mind.

     Coach laughs again, this time quiet and soft as he shakes me a bit harder. "If you do things right, no. Enjoy that feeling, Kageyama. It means you're loving your Sugar the right way. Hold on to those chest pains, bud." I'm shaken once more before being released. "But for now, hurry up and get changed before I make you run suicides all of practice."

     "Yes sir," I mutter, turning on my heels and quickly racing out of the gym. I guess my chest pains weren't something to worry about.

[bunnysnuff]

Little Sister Freeman – Bad Boyfriend Edition (Headcanons)

Pairing: Huey Freeman x little sister!reader x Riley Freeman. Robert Freeman x Granddaughter!reader. Uncle Rukus for some reason?

Trigger warnings: mention of toxic boyfriend, love bombing, talking down.

Request.

Huey Freeman:

Silent but deadly. He clocks the red flags immediately — disrespect, manipulation, laziness — and starts researching this dude’s whole life. Public records? Social media? School grades? Huey knows it all.

• Observes first. Acts second. The moment your boyfriend shows even a hint of toxicity (interrupting you, talking down to you, love bombing), Huey’s eyes narrow. Calculations begin.

• Huey won’t yell or act out. But he will silently destroy the boy’s credibility with facts, evidence, and vibes. If needed? He’ll hit him with a line like:

“You don’t love her. You just want control.”

• Protective in a lowkey way. Will walk you home quietly. Will keep receipts.

That night, the boyfriend’s bike mysteriously disappears. And his Snapchat gets hacked. No one can prove Huey did it, but… he did.

Riley Freeman:

• At first? He thinks a bad boy is kinda cool. “Aye, lil’ sis got taste, OKAY.”

• Then he sees how the guy treats you — maybe raises his voice, checks your phone, disrespects your interests — and Riley flips.

• “Nah, you ain’t gon’ talk to my baby sis like that, bruh.”

He posts a video publicly roasting the boyfriend and tags him. Bonus: he gets the whole block to hate him too.

• Might also lowkey threaten him with one of Granddad’s kitchen knives while grinning.

• Once Riley sees you getting mistreated, he goes full big brother mode. Loud, impulsive, and loyal. Ready to fight, call the group chat, AND ruin the boyfriend’s reputation in one night.

• Threatens to post old screenshots even though he doesn’t have any.

Granddad (Robert Freeman):

• Tries to be cool about it: “She’s growing up, Robert. Be mature.”

Then the boy shows up wearing Crocs and calls him “OG.”

• That’s it. No more Mr. Nice Granddad.

• Tries to ban you from dating, then gives you a dramatic talk about love and heartbreak, even though he got ghosted last week by his own Tinder date.

• “You in MY house? With that attitude? Wearing those damn shoes?? BOY IF YOU DON’T—”

• He will kick the guy out mid-dinner with a napkin still tucked in his collar. Not a shred of guilt.

• Will say “I told you so” even when no one asked.

Uncle Ruckus:

• Hates the boyfriend for reasons that don’t even make sense.

“He don’t even wash his elbows. I can smell the disrespect.”

• May try to exorcise him with a dirty Bible and old country music.

• Accidentally helpful, just by being loud and terrifying.

⸻

💔 If the Relationship Ends Badly.

• Huey checks on you quietly. Offers tea, space, or a movie where the girl gets revenge.

• Riley throws a “he was mid anyway” party.

• Granddad uses it as a reason to lecture about the “good old days” and why you should date someone “with a job and a haircut.”

• Even Jazmine might text you like: “Girl… I never liked him fr.”

[totheblood]

how i make smaus

i've gotten this question so many times and i swear to you i am not gatekeeping! i wanted to make this post so i could add it to a faq i am making!

i use two apps: social maker & social dummy

NEITHER OF THESE APPS ARE STILL ON THE APP STORE!

1. HOW TO GET THESE APPS

so in order to get these apps you need to get it from someone else's apple account. to do this you can buy it off of someone who bought it before it was taken off of the us appstore (this is apple only) the seller i used and trust is @/whocse on twitter. YOU ARE BUYING THEM FROM THEM, they are not free.

here is a link to the twitter account.

their account may not be active anymore, if it isn't here is a link to another person who is selling the apps.

click the link in their bio to message them on whatsapp

WHEN YOU DOWNLOAD THE APPS FROM THEM MAKE SURE YOU GO TO THE STORE AND PRESS RESTORE PURCHASES! THIS IS SO IMPORTANT BECAUSE THIS ALLOWS YOU TO HAVE MORE FEATURES/ACCESS TO ALL FEATURES.

IN ADDITION TURN OFF "OFFLOAD UNUSED APPS" IN YOUR SETTINGS APP OR YOUR PHONE MAY OFFLOAD IT AND YOU WILL HAVE TO REBUY IT!! THESE ARE SO IMPORTANT!

<3

2. HOW TO USE THE APPS

i use social maker more, this is what i use for imessage chats and group chats, instagram accounts, tweets and twitter dms. i prefer this app and it's is easy to use. click on the icons and it will show you how to use them

social dummy is used for more casual things, i've used it to make fake youtube videos, the lockscreens, and fake phone calls, but it has options to make more like spotify, snapchat, netflix, the news, and browsers.... as i'm writing this i'm realizing i should be utilizing this app more...

you can send an ask if you have any issues with anything I have mentioned!