#and yeah i was cringey but all of my internet friends were on there and so was when i used to do art and post selfies and obsess over bts

[pidoop]

Honestly still salty about my 22 y/o sister who last night called asking to kiss someone the first time “weird”, “cringe”, and even “millennial”??? And it’s so wild to me for a young woman to have such an anti-consent standpoint.

Like you’ve said you don’t get accosted at bars, and hooray for that. But as someone who’s been groped in what can barely be considered a crowd once or twice, I’m partial to establishing that someone respects and considers me early on.

And Ik you’ve only dated from your friend group (I do not), so you feel more comfortable reading each other, which once again, great. But that doesn’t guarantee safety or that they’ll magically know what you want in the future when you’ve established that it’s cringe to ask and better to guess.

That’s how people get it wrong and cross your boundaries without knowing. And then you’re hurt but feel like you can’t blame them because you didn’t say anything and how would they know? Misunderstandings that can often be avoided by establishing clear and open communication about consent from day one.

Starting off your very first physical and sexual interactions with clear verbal consent is an easy way to set the precedent of asking for consent. Like cool you’ve been going out with this dude for 8 months and never seen a dick. Regardless of your pace, you should be thinking ahead and establishing how you’d like to be treated in sexual scenarios as soon as humanly possible.

I guess I thought society had moved past “it’s just kinda weird and awkward to ask though”, “you don’t have to say anything to know”, “just feel it out”, etc.

It’s also so clear how this prude, sex-negative culture makes it so that you can be comfortable engaging in an act but still feel icky about asking about / for it.

[awkward-smirks]

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[skzhua]

Episode five.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Swearing, mentions of divorce, mentions of deceased parents, some cringey asf moments.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: I am beyond overwhelmed by the amount of love this series is receiving. It means so much to me, you have no idea. Thank you <3

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There were bad days, and then there were bad days. And Min Ho was clearly having the second one. After you slammed the door in his face, he dropped on the couch next to Q. He might have hoped a little that his friend was going to be of any moral support but he couldn't be any far from the truth. Q was still pissed at him. In fact, almost everyone he knew was.

Dae came back to the dorm after Q left to go to bed. Seeing Min Ho alone, he greeted him kindly.

"You're here. How was your day?"

"It sucked." Dae gave him a sad look as Min Ho let out a sigh. "It sucked."

He went to sit across him and gave him a sad smile. "What happened earlier, I'm sorry... Things are crazy these days."

"I know, that's why I'm trying to help you." he said in frustration. "Why are you keeping secrets from me? You didn't even tell me you were dating Yuri all summer... And why did you tell Kitty about Poopy Baby?"

Dae gulped, not saying anything back.

"Are you really my friend?"

He let himself fall back on the seat in defeat. "I'm such garbage."

"Well, at least you know that."

"Hey. You still have feelings for her, right?" he was replied with a hum. "If I can be honest, I saw something today. On the Internet. Randomly! Accidentally!"

There was a pause before Dae hopped on his chair as he suggested they play Overwatch. After agreeing to order hot wings and do face masks, Kitty walked in and rushed to go see Q in his room. Dae's stare lingered to the door and Min Ho snapped him out of it.

Overhearing it all, you heard them call Kitty out of the room to show her something. Curiosity got the best of you, so you joined the others and walked up behind Q to watch what was going on. The sight horrified you. Why would someone stream their roommate in their sleep?

"What? My roommate put me on some weird website as I was sleeping." Kitty scoffed.

"I don't see the appeal." Min Ho sighed.

"And yet you somehow found the site."

He looked at you as you grabbed his attention but only received a death stare from your part. You definitely needed to work on your weird dynamic.

"Kitty, you should move." Dae said, more like an command than a suggestion. "You can't live with this girl anymore."

Q nodded. "Yeah, I agree with Dae. This is kind of sketchy."

She huffed. "I tried but there is no other room."

"Uh, how about a hotel? My driver could take you right now." Min Ho offered although he was well aware this wasn't an option.

"I can't afford that for an entire semester."

"I'm sure Dae can hook you up with a discount at Han Hotels."

"Shut up, Min Ho." you said, growing more annoyed with him by the second.

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Just trying to help."

"You helped enough today."

Before another argument broke, Q's face brightened as an idea popped in his mind. He offered to switch rooms with Dae for Kitty to come live with the rest of you again. In secret. Though unsure, she agreed because of how much she couldn't take her roommate anymore.

Chuseok used to be your favourite day of the year. You would have a delicious meal with your parents at home, free of worries and problems. Your mom's japchae was what truly kept the tradition living. Needless to say, their death definitely left its mark on you but it became easier with time. And tomorrow, you were going to enjoy it to the fullest. At least try to.

Kitty had spontaneously offered to organize a Chuseok for the expats of the school and begged you to help her out. You would have turned it down but her pleas were almost getting on your nerves that you gave in. She asked you about traditional meals you'd cook with your own family and you put together a list of ingredients she would need to buy. As the list only got longer, you opted to go grocery shopping together.

"Can you get soy sauce? I'll get the gochugaru."

You went to the end of the aisle as she called out for you to ask which kind of sauce she needed to get. Being already in front of the gochugaru, you assumed she could wait a second more for you to pick it up. You crouched down to get it off the shelf. Satisfied with the brand you chose, you got up and were greeted by Min Ho standing in front of you, a basket in hands. His shoulders dropped as you stared back at each other, you doing the same.

"You're seriously everywhere." he complained.

"It's not like I intend on seeing you everywhere."

Kitty came next to you with her cart, having picked out herself a random bottle of soy sauce. "Min Ho."

"And Kitty? You two are like my own sasaengs." he scoffed which Kitty seemed to not have understood.

"What's a sasaeng?" she asked, confirming your thoughts.

"Like a very obsessed fan." you explained. "But we're not."

"Yeah, sure." he smirked at you.

"What are you even doing in a grocery store?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah." you added. "Shouldn't you be on a yatch being rich and annoying?"

He faked a smile. "My dad is doing that with wife number three with her new fillers. I have decided to stay here as a favour to all women who want a piece of me this Chuseok."

He sent you a look before pulling a box of chocolates out of his basket. You could do nothing but roll your eyes at how pathetic it looked.

"Strawberries and chocolate? I'm going to be sick." Kitty said in a boring tone.

"I'm sure Lulu would appreciate it."

This caught your attention. "Lulu? The pop star? You got her to be one of your Min Hoes?"

He scoffed as his infamous smug look appeared. "That's cute, puppy. And she's only the fastest rising popstar in the country."

"And?" Kitty said, not sure what point he was trying to make.

He held up his phone to show you a picture of Lulu but you only frowned.

"We've been flirting since her trainee days." he justified.

"What a surprise." you said sarcastically.

Nonetheless, you couldn't ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It felt like it was ripping apart and you only hoped it didn't mean what you thought it meant.

"She's on break from tour for the holiday. Even K-Pop stops for Chuseok." he continued.

"Okay." Kitty said, unimpressed.

Min Ho analyzed the content of your cart and frowned at you. Taking a pack that laid on top of the rest of your items, he showed it to you.

"Do you even know what to do with this?"

You snatched it back from him. "We're fine, thanks."

"I am admittedly entering new territory but with the help of TikTok, Y/N, and a positive attitude, I'll manage just fine." Kitty said and you facepalmed. "If not, I've won awards for my mashed potatoes."

She was about to push her cart forward and walk away but Min Ho stopped her. "No, no, no. As a Korean national, I cannot in good conscience let you desecrate my native cuisine like this."

"You do know I'll be doing most of the cooking, right?" you asked.

He acted as if he hadn't heard you and dropped his basket in your cart before removing Kitty from her spot to push it himself. "Do you want to poison your classmates or do you need my help?"

"Min Ho." you exhaled.

"This is me being kind right now."

Kitty sighed. "Fine. But I'm still making my mashed potatoes."

You and Min Ho groaned at her words and walked towards the next aisle. She followed behind in panic, telling you to not mess her system up.

While she was watching you two add products to the cart, you kept on bickering on anything really. Disagreeing on certains articles, disputing over a certain dish he wanted to cook, complaining about what you wanted to make...

You managed to go up to the cash register and he insisted on paying for it all. Having fought enough with him, you didn't protest and he helped you and Kitty with getting everything back to the dorm.

You got up from bed earlier than usual, wanting to focus on the side dishes you planned on making. It was going to take a while to get everything done so the sooner you started, the better.

What you didn't expect was to see Min Ho already standing in the kitchen as he dressed in a black tank top with a funny-looking apron over it. He didn't see you right away but he was quick to do so when you let a laugh slip out of your mouth.

"Well, well. Who's decided to be an early bird this morning?" he snickered, referring to your usual moody self when you wake up.

"Looks like we've had the same idea. I wanted to start cooking right away." you said as you went to stand next to him. "Need help?"

He shook his head. "I'm good. You can start on the budae jjigae, though."

Doing as told, you took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and Min Ho moved his own material to leave you space to work. It was silent but unlike normally, it felt nice. You almost dared to think that you liked being this comfortable with him.

"What's this?" you asked about the basket on the stool.

"My mom got it for me, my love language is gifts."

"I would have never guessed." you joked.

"She sent it from Los Angeles since she couldn't be here." He looked down. "We usually spend Chuseok together."

You smiled sadly. "It must suck, I get that. My parents and I never missed Chuseok together. Well, until... yeah."

"Right."

He cleared his throat to ease the tension and continued to chop his onions. You watched him go at it and were pleasantly surprised by his skills.

"I would have never guessed you knew how to cook. Nor would I have expected you to help Kitty. I suppose you can be nice."

He gave you a side eye. "I'm famously anti-Kitty, I'm only doing this to honour our traditional food properly."

"Try to convince me. You have a soft spot."

He chuckled while shaking his head. "Well, if you want me to be nice so badly, should I ask if you're okay?"

You cocked your head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"With your parents and all. I bet it's not easy."

You nodded. "Yeah, definitely a difficult holiday." you breathed out.

"I'm sorry but can I ask what happened?"

You looked at him and saw his eyes softened. "It's..." you hesitated. "They had a business trip and never came back." you kept it short

He rubbed your arm and you shivered at the contact. "That's awful. I'm sure they're looking after you. They must be proud."

Your breath hitched as you felt his head hover yours. You didn't dare to look up but you knew he was looking at you.

"Thank you, Min Ho."

You felt him breathe on the top of your head. It was unsteady and hot, you felt like you were about to melt.

"Good morning." Kitty yawned, coming to join the two of you.

You jumped away from each other and focused back on your tasks, attempting to forget what had just happened. "Hey, slept well?"

"I guess." she yawned again. "Oh, Pepero." she said excitedly and reached out to get it from Min Ho's gift from his mother.

He slapped her hand away. "Don't."

Hours of cooking went by and you were happy to have almost forgotten about your moment with Min Ho. Almost. Having finished with your budae jjigae, you sat at the stool and watched Kitty make her mashed potatoes. Growing bored, you connected your phone to the speakers and scrolled through your playlists to find something to add to the ambiance. After selecting one song, you heard a phone buzzing. Min Ho took his device out and smiled as he replied to a text.

"Confirmed Lulu will be at the premises at 8pm." he said with a smirk before putting his phone away.

Your stomach felt weird again.

"I'm sure she'll love the chocolate." Kitty smiled sarcastically.

"The chocolate was actually for," he began to say and moved his gaze to focus on you. "someone else."

Kitty eye-judged him as she kept mixing her potatoes.

"Hey, don't judge." he exclaimed. "Not all people need to be star-crossed lovers to be compatible. Like, hot people, for example." he pointed to himself. "We can, and want to play the field."

You mentally thanked him for saying that as it gave you a reminder that he was nothing but a jackass. That helped the weird tug in your belly go away.

"That's because you haven't found your perfect match." she looked at you for a second and you coughed in disapproval.

Min Ho grunted. "I've found many, many matches."

"I'm just saying, I've seen the magic when people find the one." she smiled to herself.

"That's sweet to think, Kitty." you said in a bored voice, not believing in what she was saying.

"Y/N's right. My parents both thought they found the one." Min Ho continued. "They were the 'it' couple. Beautiful, young starlet. Chaebol heir. The tabloids literally called them the perfect match. Look at them now."

Visibly, the divorce of his parents seemed to have impacted him more than he would admit. You kind of felt bad but, again, this was Min Ho. He didn't deserve your empathy.

"I'm sorry." you let yourself spill out unintentionally.

He shrugged. "Whatever."

Kitty coughed to clear the atmosphere and served him a bowl of her potatoes for him to taste. He took a spoonful of it and hummed as it was better than he thought.

"It must be weird to have people know all about your family." you continued on topic.

You were glad that he didn't mind keeping on telling you about it. "They think they know, they don't really. That's my point."

You nodded in agreement and he continued.

"There's really only one thing that matters at the end of the day."

"Which is what?" Kitty asked curiously.

"The truth." he responded as if it was obvious.

You helped Kitty with organizing the place. As more people came to her gathering, you welcomed everyone nicely by offering them drinks. You saw Q and Florian arrive and joined Kitty's side to say hello.

"Wow." Q breathed out in amazement. "People are calling this Chingu-seok."

"What?" Kitty asked and you were starting to wonder if she really was working on her Korean like she told you she was.

"It's a pun with chinggu, which means 'friends' and Chuseok." Florian explained. "You started a new tradition."

She was in awe but it was ruined when her eyes spotted Professor Lee. "Oh, no. Why is he here?"

"Because he's sad and lonely." Min Ho answered making you almost choke in your orange juice. "Mind helping me, Y/N?"

You followed him to the main table where you had placed the food dishes. He passed you a bowl of cold noodles and asked you to bring them to a table. As he was placing a plate himself, Madison appeared out of nowhere and waved at him.

"Min Ho, hi."

He shut his eyes closed, clearly not wanting to converse with her. "Hello, Madison."

"I wasn't expecting you to be here." she frowned but then noticed the plate he was holding. "Oh my God, you cooked."

"Yes, but I'm not staying long. Got a date tonight."

You had heard enough and moved to the entrance to invite people in. The weird knot in your belly came back and you absolutely hated it. You hated even more that Min Ho was seemingly the cause of it.

"Y/N!" he called out for you again.

With a lack of enthusiasm, you came to him and he asked you to put the plates away with him. Madison had left so you saw no problem in giving him a hand. Happy with the result, you went to Kitty's table together and stopped to look for which seat to take. You sat at the edge of the table, two seats away from your professor. Although awkward, Kitty was going to be in front of you anyway. Plus, you were only there to enjoy the food.

"Hey."

You raised an eyebrow at Min Ho. "You're sitting here? Willingly?"

He repositioned himself on the seat next to you and shook his head. "No. Yes? Just drop it."

"My bad."

Q insisted for Kitty to make a toast and she did a great job as she mentioned sweet thoughts such as gathering together and her mother. She ended her speech with a 'cheers' and you clang your drinks together. With Min Ho's first.

"Happy Chuseok, little pup." he nudged your shoulder. "Thank you for the food."

"Thank you to you too." you smiled.

You started to serve yourself and were, honestly, overwhelmed by how much food there was. You wanted to taste each one of them.

"Can you pass the japchae?" Min Ho asked Q.

Your head rose from the mention of this specific food. "You made japchae?"

He put it down in front of you two. "Yeah, first thing this morning. Didn't you see?"

You shook your head as a no. "I haven't eaten that in years."

Min Ho brought your plate closer and dumped some in it. "Dig in."

The last time you had actual good japchae was at your last Chuseok with your parents. None had own up to it so far and you were curious to see if his cooking skills were as good as he claimed them to be. You took a bite and chewed slowly. Your eyes grew bigger and you shook his shoulder.

"This tastes exactly like my mom's."

He chuckled. "Really? She might have sent you my way so you could taste it."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't ruin the moment."

He shrugged. "I'm just saying." he checked his phone quickly. "I'm off... to fulfill my destiny."

"Ah, Lulu?" you asked and he wiggled his eyebrows at you while getting up.

"Can't wait to read about it tomorrow." Q commented.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Kitty stopped him.

"Hello, hot date with popstar? Later, sasaeng." he tapped her head and walked away.

You felt disappointed he left. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. To suppress the annoying tingle that seemed to never go away from your chest, you focused on the japchae. Taking more and more bites of it, you reminisced your parents. You missed them terribly. But you were convinced they were watching you and you wanted to make them proud. Min Ho said they would be, after all.

And there it was again, Min Ho coming to your mind. You tried to shake it off but he simply wouldn't go away. And now you pictured him being with his date at this exact moment...

Ping.

You took out your phone from your pocket and read the messages you had just gotten.

Min Ho: Y/N!

Min Ho: Y/N, answer!

Min Ho: Help me!

Min Ho: I don't know who else to call, come help me!

He was definitely going to be the death of you. Putting your pride aside, you left the dinner to head to the school's entrance. You looked around but there was no one. You yelled out his name a few times but you were left unanswered. As you were about to give up and go back to the others, Min Ho's head popped out of the bushes.

"What the hell did Kitty put in those potatoes?"

You looked at him curiously. "What the- Weren't you going out just now?"

"Y/N, answer, please."

You shrugged. "Milk, cheese... I heard her mention it."

He squinted his eyes in shame. "Really, that little piece of-"

"Min Ho." you stopped him but he then groaned in pain and you heard his tummy rumble. "Awe, Poopy Baby. Are you okay? Do you need help with the potty?" you teased him.

"Real funny." he said while his face stayed still. "Lulu could come any minute now. You have to get rid of her. She can't see me like this. But keep her hooked on me."

You scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

"If her fans find out, I'm done for."

"Sounds like a you problem." you replied and started to walk away.

The sound of a car brought your attention back to where Min Ho was and you immediately connected that this was Lulu. Cursing at yourself, you turned back on your heels and greeted the idol with a forced smile.

"Hi." you bowed at her as she stepped out of the car. "Min Ho's running late."

"Who are you?" she asked in a bored voice.

"Min Ho's fanclub president, first in line for a date night with him."

You wanted to die just then and there. Fanclub president, what were you thinking?

"Uh?" she said, confused.

"My date with him just ended. I can't believe I even got to see him up close."

And more will to bury yourself ten thousand miles deep.

"That jerk double-booked me?"

You smiled, almost afraid of what you were going to say next. "He is the most handsome guy at school. I'm not going to lie, he ruined me for other guys. He's just so... well, you know."

"Intriguing... But I refuse to come second. You tell him I come back at 6pm tomorrow night. And that he better clear off the rest of his schedule."

"Oh." was all that you could say.

"When he has a night with me, he won't be seeing anyone else after."

She got back into the car, not leaving you time to say something back, and took off. Min Ho scoffed in disbelief.

"How did you do that?"

"Talent?" you answered, although it came out more like a question. "You owe me."

"I know, I know."

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. "Well, I'll go now."

"Y/N, wait."

Halting on your steps, you looked at him, confused, and waited for him to go on. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at you.

"The chocolate. It was for you. You can take them when you get home."

You froze. "For me?"

"Yeah." he affirmed and finally looked at you. "As an apology for the other day when I yelled."

You let out a small laugh. "Love language is gifts, uh?"

He rolled his eyes. "Say thank you and we move on?"

"Thank you, Min Ho." you smiled.

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[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 23

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

Wooyoung smiled when he accidentally eyed San's phone, getting a glimpse of the cringey conversation they were having, while his friend tried to hide his smile, only getting his dimples to mark even more on his cheeks. It was early in the morning, and there they were: being all over each other through texts as if they didn't spend almost every day together.

A fake tone of annoyance went along his sigh, getting Mingi's attention -who got a hint of what Wooyoung was planning to do before he could open his mouth.

—You're going to give me cavities of how cloying you two are —he teased him, sitting next to Mingi.

—Don't read my texts, then —San immediately replied, still paying attention to the texts that kept coming in—. That's your karma for always being nosey.

—I mean, he has a point —Mingi's morning voice sounded deeper than usual, having his two friends having a hard time taking him seriously.

—I blinked so you'd play along, what the hell are you doing? —Wooyoung called him out.

Before that could evolve into a bickering, San interrupted the two of them with a question.

—How's the event going? —Wooyoung immediately turned to him after his question, smiling widely.

—Great. Y/n actually listens and is up for ideas, unlike you all who only complain about every single idea I come up with.

—Are you sure those are your ideas and not hers? —Mingi questioned again.

—I'm the most demanded event planner in my company. Think again, BigFoot —Wooyoung spat—. She still has great ideas though, it isn't like she needs my help at all.

—Thank you for helping her —San said, finally leaving his phone on the kitchen table.

—She's one of us now, it's the least I can do —he shrugged.

—Why does it sound like we're part of a cult? —Mingi intervened again, while leaving his tea cup back on the table.

—Because we are —his eyebrows lifted with his smirk—. Why do you think we keep accepting people in?

—Yeah, sure —Mingi patted his upper arm, almost laughing at what his friend said.

—Didn't you know? We used you for that. You brought Yunho, and the rest just came by themselves —San continued the joke—. The time you also spent almost a weekend sleeping, what do you think it was about?

—One kidney less...

—I can't take either of you seriously —Mingi said last, getting up from his chair while picking the toast from his plate.

Wooyoung waited for their friend to get out of the kitchen, while looking at his phone, to turn to San again.

—I see things went well with Y/n the other day.

—Yeah, she's so understanding... I don't understand where she came from, the only thing I know is I'm thankful as fuck.

—It's not enough to be thankful —Wooyoung called him out.

At the slightly furrow of San's thick eyebrows, his friend simply rolled his eyes before he continued his speech.

—What were you scared of?

—Losing her? —San mumbled.

—And what's a good way to make sure you won't lose her?

—Marry her?

Wooyoung flicked San's forehead through his bangs, making him whine at the sudden impact of his middle finger.

—No, dumbass. Becoming everything she needs. Let's put it this way: you like chocolate, do you need chocolate? —San, still confused, shook his head— Chocolate is good at punctual times. But when you eat it a lot, what happens?

—Your stomach hurts —Wooyoung flicked his forehead again, making him hiss, annoyed.

—You stop eating it. But you do need water to survive.

—And still you can end up drinking sodas or juices instead —San answered back, confused at what his friend was trying to say.

—Okay, I'll be straightforward: stop doubting everything you do, and start acting —Wooyoung recommended him, raising his voice to have San stop interrupting him—. All the issues you've had with her until now, what were they about?

—Hmm... me, I guess. But also that one time you spoke to her —he added.

—Y/n is great. But even the greatest woman ends up being tired of the same thing —Wooyoung explained.

—Hey, she said she's happy with how things are going.

—And that can change —he cut him off—. Did you know why they also called her poly? —San slowly shook his head— This is something Hongjoong told me, but apparently she's quite known for going on several dates and getting rid of those boys as soon as she lost interest.

San knew about that. She had always been quite open about that side, especially when they started talking and she came back home with a long rant about how she was going to give up dating -when, in reality, the man she wanted to date was on the other side of the screen.

—Look, Woo —San started, sounding calm—, I know you want to help, but I don't need it. Things between us are working out just fine, I've had talks about this already with her. I thank you a lot, really. She told me to be myself, and open up as I feel comfortable. And that's what I'm going to do.

There was something in San that made him be so overprotective over him, especially when he was opening so much with a whole new person. There was something clearly different in the type of connection he had with Y/n, it was exclusive to them two. When they introduced the rest of the boys to the group, neither were worried because they all had a group connection, they all were together and, in case something happened, they all would solve things out before things got bad.

But it was the first time they saw San being with someone on his own. They still were able to reach Y/n in case things went south, or in case they argued, but it was entirely different. And, as difficult as it was, San was the one who needed to learn from Y/n how to work things out in their relationship.

—That's even better —Wooyoung smiled, nodding—. Are you going to class?

—Yeah, I have an exam at nine —San threw his head to the back—. But I'll probably go to visit Y/n later, so I won't eat here.

—Can you buy me a bottle of conditioner? —Wooyoung asked, as San started picking up his things from the table to clean them up.

—Your hair isn't that long —he complained—. How do you manage to finish a bottle in less than a month?

—Mingi also uses it —his eyelids dropped in annoyance—. But I've been eating those cookies he buys, too. So...

—Alright, I'll buy a bottle before coming here.

—Thank you, baby.

San could only roll his eyes with a smile when Wooyoung called him that way. It was something that always happened. Whenever his friend got his way, he always used nicknames on everybody while a wide devilish smile was drawn on his face. Almost five years since they had known each other, and he didn't change a little bit.

Y/n: How did the exam go?

Y/n: I'm sure it went great

Those two texts, apart from the one wishing him good luck five minutes before the sheet was handed to him, had him smiling like a fool on the bus on its way to her workplace. Something so simple made him feel like the most special person on the planet.

San: It went great! I thought it would be way worse

San: He's usually an asshole, but he behaved well with the exam.

His tongue clicked, deleting the next long text he was going to send to call her straight away.

—Hey, hey. How's the smartest boy doing? —Y/n moved around her office, picking up some of the things she needed before moving to the meeting room.

—I'm okay. The exam was good; I think there was only one question that didn't ring a bell. But, for the rest, all of them were completed with almost a whole sheet —he proudly stated—. And I didn't expect less. I have been studying for almost two weeks. I even pushed back some videos because of it.

It was either seeing Y/n less to be able to fill his free time with the work that was behind each audio he posted, or reschedule some of the videos while posting some shorter ones with just his moans to feed his public.

—I'm so happy to hear that —she smiled fondly, stopping everything she was doing to focus on the call—. It's been a chill day here. Let's hope it stays like this, because in a few days it'll be a headache.

And it all had one reason: the event that she had been preparing. Until then she only thought of overall details, but as the date of the event got closer, the bigger the stress was.

—Do you need help with anything?

—No, it's alright —she assured him—. Just be there for comfort, and I'll be happy.

—Of course I'll be there.

While she smiled like a fool because of his comment, Y/n managed to see her father pointing at his own wrist, marking the time, so she'd hurry up to start the meeting.

—I need to hang up —she sighed—, but let's talk later, okay?

With a positive hum, San hung up the call, breathing deeply. Although his calmness died when the itching on his neck started growing. That turtle neck sweater he had bought was the worst piece of clothing he had ever worn, same with those chelsea boots.

He hung the badge around his neck, carrying his bag by the strap so he wouldn't place it on his shoulder instead. As he walked past the building, he pushed his hair back, exposing his forehead while fixing his bangs on each side of his head.

The receptionist smiled at him when she noticed what was hanging around his neck, discarding the possibility of him being someone from the outside.

San was surprised when he walked up the stairs -he had walked out several times to meet up with her-, finding the office almost empty as he stepped inside -with the only exception of the few heads he managed to see over the gray separators between desks.

—Can I help you? —Jennifer stopped him before he could take one more step towards Y/n's office.

—Yeah, I came to visit Y/n.

—She isn't here —she rushed to say.

—I know, she told me she was going to be in a meeting, but I'll be waiting for her here —he gently smiled.

—Does she know?

—N... no —he paused for a second—, but I doubt she'll have a problem with me waiting here. I wanted to give her a surprise, since it's been an exhausting week for her.

—Okay, go in —Jennifer invited him, eyeing him from head to toe.

—Thank you —he hurried to say with a big smile.

He walked around her office, looking at all the diplomas and small trophies Y/n had worn through her years working there. It was admirable the way she worked as hard as anyone else, keeping up with the level of work to earn the image she had. Any other person would've just sat and waited for the position to come their way, yet she didn't. It was also true her father was demanding, even more with her; and he probably wouldn't have accepted his daughter doing nothing to earn the responsibilities she was going to be given.

His pupils first fell on the bucket of flowers resting on her desk, curious about seeing no note among the dark roses. And later, his eyes went up to the black blinds rolled up at the ceiling and that, by his calculations, would cover all the transparents walls in her office to give her the privacy she'd need.

A lightbulb lit up and brightened each corner in his brain, showing up one of the ideas that had remained hidden ever since he started seeing Y/n in real life.

The shades started going down slowly, covering each meter of wall after he pressed a button on the controller on her desk, making the room go darker, and instantly light up with the ceiling lights.

His sweater went off first, with him moving to her desk to sit at the edge, trying to take a pose that could make his -almost- invisible abs stand out through the shadows caused by the lights. He first tried with one leg lifted and folded at the edge, only to change it back again to have his lower back resting against the table.

His tongue clicked before he moved again, unzipping his black pants and kicking away his boots.

He probably looked like one of those Calvin Klein models, with the only difference that his underwear cost one dollar instead of fifteen. It was at that point that he thought of the idea he had, and how ridiculous it would look from the outside as she crossed the door. But before he could even attempt to pick up his pants, the door clicked, having San rushing back to the last position he was at.

Instead of Y/n...

Shit.

San jumped out of the desk, throwing himself over his clothes when he saw her father's surprised eyes before he closed the door back again.

Y/n was surprised at how pale her father looked, going backwards instead of stepping inside her office like they were planning to to discuss some topics in the meeting that hadn't been entirely discussed.

—You have a visit.

Instead of explaining what he was talking about, her father walked past her, heading back to his office while she was left staring at the usually transparent door covered by the shades she hardly ever used.

She looked at Jennifer, waiting for an explanation, but she only shrugged her shoulders while she walked the same route her father did. San was startled, losing balance as he tried to cover himself again behind the desk.

—What's this? —Y/n hurried to close the door behind her— When did you come?

—I'm sorry. I didn't think your father would be here —he apologized, stucking his head on the neck of his sweater.

—In his defense —Y/n walked to him, pulling the sweater down so he'd be able to see again—, you are the one who isn't supposed to be half naked in my office.

Her tone sounded calm, yet her funny smile was giving hints of a soon giggle that'd remind him of how ridiculous he was.

—I liked it, but next time I would rather you keep the show for me only.

—It isn't funny —he whined—. Your father is going to hate me after this.

—Hate is an ugly word —she tried to soften the situation, while placing the neck properly—. Let's say he's shocked —while moving her fingers over his chest, she spoke again—. Is this sweater new?

—Yeah, I bought it for the times I came here to visit you —his lips were puckered while he explained himself.

—It looks really good on you —cupping his cheeks, Y/n pulled him in for a kiss—. You'll see it's nothing. My father isn't scared of this type of thing.

While he tried to zip his pants, Y/n fixed his hair, parting his bangs back to where they were.

—Do you have a secret admirer? —he asked, looking back at the flowers.

She was confused at first, slightly furrowing his eyebrows before turning her back at the mention of his head to point behind her.

Those damned flowers.

—I don't know, I guess —she pressed her lips.

Before ever thinking of telling him how she didn't know where all those flowers came from, and how creeped out she felt about some of the notes that had started being sent for a few weeks, she tried to play it cool.

—Feel threatened? —she tilted her head.

—Nope —he assured her—. Whoever that person is needs to send flowers to get your attention, which I already have.

Her arms slowly embraced his shoulders, stepping closer to him as his hands took a spot on each of her hips.

—Did you know confidence looks so good on you?

—I'd tell you what else looks good on me, but I don't think this is the time —San added, reminding her of her father.

—You're right, tell me later —she patted his chest—. Now you should join us for lunch, I was planning on eating with him. The worst thing you could do is pretend this didn't happen.

His hands stopped her from moving any further when she attempted to turn her body, guiding her to look back into his eyes.

—You sure there's nothing worrying you?

If something he had learned about her, and which seemed even more obvious in person than through texts, was the fact that Y/n would always ignore those conversations she didn't want to have -especially if they meant creating an environment of discomfort because of it.

San looked subtly over her shoulder again, confirming her he was talking about those flowers.

—Really sure —she faked a smile, pinching his chin—. Let's go.

San wished he was small enough to hide behind Y/n as soon as he stepped foot outside her office and was met with her father's eyes. He didn't give him a bad look. Instead, he offered him a gentle smile and looked back at his daughter to make sure they both were ready to have lunch together.

Appetite didn't peek through, not a single time, since they sat on the table. He only pretended to eat, or be interested with food, by moving the salad around its corner, and cutting the steak in even smaller pieces while he tried to escape Harry's eyes.

—How did your exam go? —the older man was the first to speak, speaking on a normal tone, yet loud and clear enough to be heard among the background noise of the people in the cafeteria— Y/n told me.

—It was okay —San shyly answered—. It was great, actually.

Y/n smiled proudly at him while chewing on her food, rubbing her knee against his to give him some kind of comfort that wouldn't be obvious for her father.

—Now there's something else going on —he continued, under his rough gaze—. They told us we need to get credits by doing some internship, so I started eyeing some companies.

Y/n chewed slower, remembering the moment he first told her a few days back, and how quickly he turned down her offer on doing them in her company. She could understand why, but she wasn't sure her father would let it go as easily as she did. The second he regretted ever saying those words was also easily perceived on the way he momentarily clenched his jaw.

Whenever he was nervous, he spoke before he could control his thoughts. There were many reasons why he first rejected her offer: the most obvious, and the only one she knew about, was about the fact that they were dating and it'd look off for those around them; and the second one, his father and the past relationship he had with the company.

—And why don't you do them here? —Harry mentioned.

—Well, Y/n already told me. And I think it'd be better if we don't mix...

—You won't even be in the same department as Y/n or me, your supervisor and mentors will be somebody else —he insisted—. Why would you go to another company when you have this one?

—Dad, San will be more comfortable somewhere else.

—Doing the internship here could open a lot of doors for you. And you'll also be familiar with the place, which is better than going somewhere you don't know.

—Saying it that way...

—It'll be easier for me to recommend you to other partners that could be looking for someone with your experience —Harry shrugged—. The way I see it there are more positive sides than negative.

—Yeah, that's true —he nervously nodded.

—Say no more. Send me the documents you need me to feel and sign, and you'll be able to present them before it's too late —he tapped over the table.

—By the way, sir... —San spoke again— About what you saw earlier...

—Tss, no worries —both San and Y/n turned to him surprised—. You should've seen me when I started dating her mother. It's natural, and I'm not scared of those things, my daughter is old enough to know what she's doing.

—Well, that soothes me —San finally smiled genuinely.

The rest of the lunch went by with Y/n and her father discussing some points on the meeting they had minutes before their lunch, shifting to San and him discussing things about the internship he was about to do.

Despite being so big, and seeming so intimidating, her father was approachable and easy to talk to.

—Why don't you get ahead of us? —Harry told Y/n.

She looked back at San, trying to comfort him somehow before she continued her walk to her office.

—San —his hand fell heavy on his nape, with his fingers squishing the skin—, I'm understanding, really understanding. But if I see you again half naked near my daughter again, I'll cut your balls. Hmm? —his eyebrows raised— Understood?

—Under... Understood, sir.

Yeah, he said nothing about his in-law being approachable. 

[weabooweedwitch]

Most women your age are getting married and starting their families and you've never even had a bf 🤡 it's so over for you better get used to coping with ur crippling loneliness with maladaptive daydreaming, yandere asmr videos, drugs and self-insert fanfic because that's all you'll ever have now. Your youth is gone and you're still fat af even after you lost weight (probably gained it all back by now lmao). You could have made something of urself whem you were 20 by losing weight and going to college but instead you laid around and wasted all of your youth and now it's too late. No man will ever want to deal with your baggage of being poor, old, unwanted, uneducated (lmao how do I have more education than you and I'm 10 years younger? dumbass doesnt even have her GED), cringey age-inappropriate hobbies, mentally ill and not even having the decency to go to therapy and take meds, fat, ugly face, loser and loner with no irl friends, crazy family, looking old for your age, whored yourself out on a sugar daddy website, rotten teeth due to your own laziness, thinning frizzy hair and gross bulky glasses, drug addicted alcoholic who's probably going to be homeless for the majority of her life, mean person attacking minor aged rape victims like jesus christ you're so fucking worthless SO many red flags so much baggage no-one will ever want to deal with that. You don't even know how worthless you are

You know, every time you send me a message like this, I think of the person from your friend group who came forward a while back. You know, the one you don't like to acknowledge tried to apologize on your behalf. Anyways, every time you insult my appearance I just think of what your friend said

So i get it sweetie, youre mad at mommy and daddy and you're lashing out. That's why half the time you're repeating things i previously said back to me and parroting shallow insults with a very small vocabulary. The second i call you fatherless, you call me fatherless. I use thw word maladaptive and, suddenly you know that word too and juat HAVE to use it as well. I get it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

You're honestly just making yourself look so pitiable. You realize you've already painted yourself as such a dumb jackass that every single time you do this I basically just laugh and ignore you, and then people who know me and are friends or WANT TO be friends with me see how you treat me publicly and they all say "yeah wow who's this absolutely demonic little cunt acting like this without any reason". Like. What is the end goal here. Making yourself look as petty and stupid as possible. Meanwhile, what did someone else in your friend group say? The ones you lied to? Including Callie, the actual victim whose trauma you're basically trying to appropriate for yourself

Anyways yeah I just wanted to like show you the actual screenshots of the conversation I had with your friend back in June, which also to everyone else, yeah June, that's when she lied to her own friends and said she would stop doing this. She lied to her friends because all of them told her this was making them massively uncomfortable, so now she's. Being an internet troll in secret behind their backs 😂 they were going to tattle on you to your mom so you lied so they wouldn't check tumblr anymore because you're such a weird angry little freak that this has become a hobby for you

I'm sad? I'M sad? I don't even know your fucking name meanwhile you've scrolled through all of my blogs repeatedly for months cataloging details about me for the sheer purpose of trying to poorly insult me.

Like genuinely 90% of the reason I'm answering this is to basically wave a flag saying "hey everyone if you've ever seen or received weird asks of photoshopped porn of me or pictures of my actual family taken from their facebooks or saw the transphobic racist fake dating profile she made with one of my selfies or you ever received a bitch lasagna or Zalgo text, it was this cringey little lolcow right here"

But I also wanted to show you screenshot proof that you make your own friends super uncomfortable and that they started talking about your personal business to defend me over you. So. Yeah I guess that stings huh?

[mostofthingsmostofthetime]

My final thoughts about season 1 of Heartstopper

Was surprised by how little they changed from the books (despite being told as much by a very helpful fan).

It just felt like there was....more. Not saying Alice is a bad writer (she literally created one of my newest obsessions & is helping make the show), but the graphic novels are almost exclusively Nick & Charlie focused. Which isn't bad, persay. I literally love them as individual characters & as a couple, but it definitely makes the story feel "smaller" & a little rushed at times, to me (but I know she originally created Heartstopper when she was very young so I think stuff like that are very understandable flaws) & I'm sure tons of people don't have a problem with the pacing of the books & might even find the show too slow or "bloated'. I, however, personally appreciate the changes made (minus not getting to witness Nick whine to his mum about his boyfriend not being allowed to come on their holiday because that was hilarious). Most storylines were neither dragged out for too long nor so quickly resolved that things ended on an anticlimatic note, with most characters being given enough time, with the amount of episodes they have, for characters to doubt/second guess themselves & argue like obviously they're teens & are going through difficult stuff (I know haters wanna act like this series is "too perfect, that it's boring," but most of the characters are lgbtq+ & are shown facing at least some kind of struggle because of that). Which just gives the series a little more time to breathe. I think this is clearly shown/felt with the supporting cast.

The big moments in the book seem to be solely Nick or Charlie's. The other characters, much more secondary, only getting snippets of focus/attention tacked on at the end of volumes or their situations already being pretty much established by the time they're introduced. Theres little discovery for them, no getting to see the stirings of them first developing/realising a crush. Instead, Elle & Tao already like each other (even if they won't admit it) & their friend group already knows. Tara is just tottally open about being a lesbian from the get go (seemingly suffering no scrutiny) when we meet her in the book & so we never get Darcy feeling bad about how the change in their relationship is difficult for the person she loves.

I guess it's so we, the audience, can strictly focus on the development of the Nick x Charlie relationship. Which again isn't bad, but I definitely prefer it this way. Changes the serise from having two leads & the rest just being supporting characters to it feeling much more like an ensemble cast of genuine friends who all have their own lives & issues to sort out.

Also I actually kinda love the addition of Imogen like yeah she was annoying with the 'who your texting' thing & just how oblivious she was about Nick clearly not being into her (she over came that though, thank god) but even when she was at her most problimatic (I'm an ally) she was at least hilarious. I've said 'Come on Nickalous' to myself at least once a day since I watched that episode & you're gonna have to rip that habit from my cold, dead hands! In conclusion, some of you are a little too eager to hate on teen girls sometimes (like, at worst, she's cringey). I do hope she's more respectful in regards to LGBTQ+ stuff moving forward of course, but like character development is also a thing & unlike Harry & Ben (self haiting though he obviously is) she wasn't shown to be an actual bully. I just think the internet, which woobifies toxic male characters on the regular, shouldn't judge her as harshly as I've seen some people do (though I will admit a lot of them are probably doing so mostly as a joke, its just a little weird hearing adults refer to someone who's supposed to be like 15, as a bitch/slut). Anyway, rant over, lol.

Can't wait to continue this lovely series.

[myymi]

my blog is a safe space for neo&xeno genders&pronouns.

i saw a post bitching about it so i wanna make this clear. i will never judge someone for the gender they identify as or the pronouns they choose to use.

for anyone who thinks that neo&xeno pronouns give the community a bad name i need you to get the fuck off the internet for five minutes and go interact with someone in person. people who use neos&xenos are not expecting anyone to use them. they fully understand that people most likely won't, which is why the first pronoun(s) they'll introduce is he, she, and/or them. then the rest follows. "its selfish to want people to use random words as pronouns. yeah. guess what? it's also selfish to want people to use your own preferred pronouns. it's selfish to want people to call you your name. it's selfish to want people to address you in any specific way. you know why that is? because your identity is something you get to be selfish about.

YOU get to decide how people address you. YOU get to decide your pronouns, your choice of identity, your name, your appearance, etc. you get to be selfish about who you are as a person. it is YOUR LIFE. BE SELFISH ABOUT HOW YOU EXIST. THAT'S THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT. "you can't expect people to use those pronouns" you can. and you should. it's called basic fucking manners. you address people how they ask to be addressed and they address you how you want to be addressed. what you can't expect is for someone to use your preferred pronouns when you refuse to use theirs.

i don't use any explicit neopronouns now (unless ny/nym counts, but i see them as xenopronouns? i dont fully know the difference though), but i used to. and you know what? i didn't give two shits when everyone used they/them. my neopronoun wasn't there for people to use, it was for me to have. because it was fun and i liked it. only my close friends used my neopronoun and it was one of my favorite things. because i knew strangers who were never intending to stay in my life were never going to use them. and at times i found i didn't want strangers to use it because it felt personal. like it was a nickname that only friends could say. i obviously don't speak for the entire community, but im sharing my experience with using neos to show that the chances of finding anyone who expects strangers to use their neopronouns are slim to nothing. they truly don't expect it.

neo&xeno pronouns and genders dont give the community a bad name, and most people truly do not care if they exist. "people aren't going to take you seriously" literally who the fuck cares? because i don't. and i guarantee those who use neos&xenos dont give a shit either. the whole point of pride is be proud of who you are regardless of who you love and what you identify as. neos&xenos have been around for a long ass time, and there are several people who used neos&xenos of their own that fought for people to be able to express them as freely as any other sexuality or gender. you don't get to exclude that community just because you don't like it. that's not your call to make.

i dont care if you're queer, trans, a poc, mentally ill, or disabled. i don't care what cringey fandom you're in or what kids' game/show you still watch/play or what fan media you create or what ocs/sonas/self inserts you have. i dont care what religion you follow or if you dont follow one at all. as long as you are a good person this is a safe space for you. and you can go through life knowing that someone out there loves you with no conditions attached, even if i dont know you. the way that you identify is valid. don't ever change yourself because someone, especially a stranger who knows nothing about you, tells you that you need to. you are perfect as you are. your identity is yours. don't let anyone else control it. because the only one who you can ever guarantee will be by your side until the very end is yourself. keep you happy.

[dapperinsanity]

Sometimes I oddly feel bad for enjoying a fanon version of a character, everytime I see someone complain about it. Like I understand that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but some of the complaints I’ve seen in general, act like it’s a sin. As if to make someone feel bad for portraying said character, out of character ya know?

Of course, this doesn’t apply to extreme situations like fans forcing a creator to make fanon, canon for example. I’m just talking about the harmless stuff where fans are just doing their own thing and still respect canon, the creator, and etc. If it’s not your cup of tea then that’s fine and even complaining is fine, just don’t act like someone writing a character OOC, is the worst possible thing and making them feel bad. It’s just harmless fun, why don’t we all calm down.

I don’t know if I’m being dramatic as well but it just rubs me the wrong way you know? Usually, I’m not the type of person to be bothered by something like this. I can handle people hating on stuff I highly enjoy and not bat an eye but there’s just something about this that gets to me a little. You could say my special interest is the suckiest thing ever and that it’s shitty and boring and I’ll be like ��you’re valid” because it’s just an opinion. Not everyone is going to like the same things.

Maybe it has something to do with living through the years where cringe was big thing. Back when Mary sue’s/Gary Stu’s were a thing. OC or S/I x canon was considered cringe and something that should be stopped. That and being constantly shit on for the things I enjoyed and being the weird kid.

Again, if you don’t like it that’s fine but this person is just having fun you know? I’m surprised that after all these years that there’s such thing as anti-cringe because the internet in my younger years, was BRUTAL. Also,this doesn’t apply to genuine educational criticism by the way. Criticism can help an individual improve and it isn’t an attack. I’m sure you all get what I mean by complaints rather than criticism.

But yeah, I think I’m just tired of some people still complaining as we’re somewhat at a time where cringe is culture is dead or at least dying in some way. Oh and most people know how to ignore a thing they don’t like instead of giving fans of that thing hate. I mean complaints are even fine, it just gets bad when those complaints start shaming people and commanding others to stop having their harmless fun. Again, this doesn’t apply to the problematic fans. More so, just a general fan or even a casual fan having harmless fun.

Like who cares if they portray a character as OOC just because fans want to self indulge in said character? Ie. said character who is portrayed as more romantic and flirtatious than they actually are or making hot human versions of non human characters. Those are two common things that come to mind. Theres a lot more but you get it. Obviously I’m not talking about the problematic portrayals and stereotypes, btw. If that’s how someone interprets a character, then so be it. Not everyone interprets media in the same way.

Note: This is where I go off topic and end up ranting about a childhood experience I had that is (sorta?) related to this topic.

Again, could just be a me thing. I grew up on people shitting on my interests for many years in childhood to the point where I’d get rid of an interest because someone else found out it to be cringey. I did it to fit in and make friends and wanted to avoid getting bullied (both by peers and adults *cough* family members). Also, to avoid being “annoying” somehow. I was ashamed of my interests. Like yeah, I could give less of a shit now if someone finds me annoying, as we all know people that can be annoying at times.

I admit I know for a fact I had my moments growing up but that was mainly due to my undiagnosed adhd. Despite that, I always tried not be “annoying” and would genuinely “dial back” about my interests. Then I became genuinely confused when I thought I was not being annoying and on my best behavior. Turns out my peers just didn’t like me because I was the weird kid and could care less about me but you get my point right?

I’ll never forget a moment where another student in my elementary years told me (in response to me asking if he knew about a movie I love) that “yeah I know about that movie. You never shut up about it”. Mind you this was a peer I hardly talked too so the only way he knew I wouldn’t “shut up” about it was because he overheard my conversations with my friends who also enjoyed the same movie and didn’t mind talking about it with me.

And most of the time, I only brought up my interests as an absolute last resort topic of conversation and made sure to keep myself in check most of the time. Other than that, I preferred to talk about other things my friends wanted to talk about and to listen to them. I have more fun with that than me just infodumping about my interests. I’ve always been that way. If my interests come up in a conversation that usually means that me and my friends have nothing else to talk about. Silence usually meant a bad thing and I didn’t want people to feel like I was ignoring them. If I didn’t know what else to say, I chose a topic I found engaging rather than engaging in small talk.

Basically it can all be summed up as “why can’t people let me enjoy the things I like in peace?” Cause good grief, am I all too familiar with that chaos.

But yeah, rant over.

[doebt]

ive rarely talked abt it but for a portion of my childhood/early teenage yrs (~11 to ~14 ish) i frequented and eventually moderated a minecraft server and it was like my introduction into online friends and so on and was just rly a huge part of my life kinda, esp w all the real life stuff happening during those yrs..but the server kind of died eventually and man i think abt it soo often and i think abt my old friends from there, and just acquaintances.. and ive been wanting to go back to the forums which are still up and make a post kinda like, updating them on where im at, and inviting them to update everyone on where theyre at too, but i CANT RETRIEVE MY FORUMS PASSWORD. LOL

[unfoundhoney]

being tommyinnit’s younger sister ↠

↠ tommyinnit x younger sister!reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ older sister ver.

↠ @ochabby @kiritokunuwu @pyrotechnics84

if you think for one second this child would not take every chance imaginable to remind every person in existence that he is the eldest child of his family you're dead wrong

not even like he’s constantly bringing you up more just like "well A C T U A L L Y"

“you call me a child but there is, in fact, people younger than me” that kind of thing

tbh he's not that much of a very stereotypical big brother

shocking i know but he’s actually really caring

he’s just always been very careful around you

like there’s this clip from a home video he posted on twitter ages ago of little 2 y/o tommy very carefully helping little infant you learn to walk

wholesome siblings moments

we love to see it

but like also we know tommy is a lot more emotionally aware/in tune than he lets on

you get to see that side a lot more than the internet

ik we all want the hotheaded tommy who would fight someone for hurting you

but i think if you ever got your heart broken, tommy would be right there to tell you you’re worth so much more than anything they could have given you

...

that’s enough of that

tommy’s a loser okay??

doesn’t matter how many subscribers he has or how much money he makes

he’s a loser

you will take every chance to remind him of this

(tommy) *says anything remotely cringey*

(you) god, you’re so lame

(tommy) HEY

it’s so great

anytime you’re on a stream w/ him you two play up the sibling bickering

you really don’t argue all that much in real life but it’s for the content

for the sake of comedy

one time wilbur jumped in a call bc he wanted to meet you

he adores you immediately

what are the simons children doing to him???? send help

(wilbur) i’m not saying you’re wrong- you’re completely right actually- but why are you so intent on reminding tommy he’s a loser?

(you) someone has to keep him humble, otherwise his head will get bigger than it already is

(tommy) I INVITE YOU ONTO MY STREAM AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME

speaking of being on streams

tommy was really hesitant to stream with you the first time

you’d been in the background of some of his earlier streams from like 2018/early 2019 or smth

but after he’d blown up he wasn’t sure if he wanted the internet to see you

there are some fucked up people on the internet & in a typical tommy fashion, he wanted to protect you from them

you (& his fans) eventually wore him down

for the sake of fiction, let’s say you start streaming on your own

you get a lot of support from tommy’s fans & tommy is your tech support anytime something goes wrong

there are a lot of compilations

once you get into the groove of things, you start averaging a couple thousand viewers per stream

bc the fans were threatening to riot, you did a stream with lani

lo and behold you two became really good friends

you two start streaming on an smp together, just basic survival

you call it smth like “little smp” bc you guys are tommy & tubbo’s little sisters idk it’s kind of endearing & cute tho

your guys’ house is the cutest thing ever

you even get tommy to convince dream to give you drista’s ign so you can add her to the server you had created (read: tommy created for you)

you three together is so chaotic it’s great

phil would adore you

it’s inevitable

kristin too

you unashamedly refer to them as your “internet parents” & the fans love it

if she wanted, you’d let kristin on the smp

(kristin) *laughs* you want me on little smp?

(you) yes!

(lani) of course!

(you) it’s a very exclusive invitation, kristin

(lani) very exclusive, once in a lifetime even

(kristin) i feel like the entire internet would hate me if i said no

(lani) they would.

(you) yeah, they would. so either you accept now or we guilt trip you into accepting later

(kristin) you two are definitely your brothers’ sisters. alright, send me the ip

you really thriving off that mumza content

with tommy & his analytical nerd side, you could probably become pretty popular

but you don’t accept all of his help bc you want to be your own creator, ya feel?

people respect that about you

there are of course the people who accuse you of only being somewhat popular bc of tommy

but you would have haters regardless or if you were related to one of the biggest minecraft streamers/mcyts right now

if it ever got really bad, tommy would talk about it

no matter how much he tries to stay away from serious talks/issues on his streams, he would tell people to back off w/o a second thought

especially if it was really affecting you

tommy would be ready to fight the world if any kind of hate online ever made you cry

other content creators always speak highly of you

you don’t have a massive following but you are very well known throughout the minecraft/streaming community

older cc’s have this instinct to defend you from hate & whatnot

there are plenty of compilations & they are all v cute

(minx) tommy’s baby sister is doing great recently. i don’t even know her but i’m seriously proud of her. she’s kind of popping off, one could say

or

(ranboo) “thoughts on s/n?” she’s doing really well. she’s doing really well… i’ve talked to her briefly & she’s great. she’s really great

honorable mention from the chuckle sandwich podcast w/ tommy (where they talked about you briefly):

(charlie) anytime i see someone hating on your sister i want to retweet their tweet & just let hellfire rain down upon them

when tommy would finally address it, he would be very clear how he does not tolerate any hate towards you

soon after, neither do his fans

people who hate on you are mass reported & just drowned out by people making edits & other fan content for you

tbh tho most people who are fans of tommy like your content

even if they don’t follow you regularly, they can enjoy the stuff you put out when it comes across their page

it’s cute & wholesome

not nearly as in-your-face comedic as tommy’s content but still funny

you really are doing well for yourself

if you pursue it later into your life, you could become big no doubt

but for now you’re just chilling having fun w/ streaming

[yougotthat-write]

Tinder (Rafael Barba x Reader)

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: Female reader, fluff, Rollisi shenanigans, cringey and inappropriate pick-up lines, potential PTSD for former/current users of dating apps and all the awkwardness that ensues from it :)

Summary: Amanda and Sonny try to find the perfect match for their uptight (and while he would never admit it - lonely) A.D.A.

Read on AO3 here!

It had started off as a joke, really.

Rafael Barba would never sign up onto a dating app if it wasn’t against his will. When he heard the snickering of Amanda and Sonny when he stopped by the 16th precinct, his feet couldn’t help themselves but bring him over to the two detectives.

Amanda bit her cheek to settle herself as the ADA’s polished shoes made their way over. Sonny’s ears turned pink at the tips, which gave Rafael the tell-tale sign that Sonny and Amanda were up to no good.

Hands in his pockets, Rafael quipped, “What?”

Amanda and Sonny exchanged glances. The silence between the two was not a normal thing but when Rafael asked a second time - more aggressive - Sonny held out a cell phone to the lawyer. Rafael’s brows went up in question but when Sonny motioned him to take it, Rafael grabbed it. Looking down at the device, the screen lit up and a plethora of information singed itself into his brain.

Rafael Barba, 37

Manhattan, NY

Assistant District Attorney

Oh baby, I’ll give you so much due process, standing will be the only issue.

Rafael’s eyes widened at the dumb pick-up line. His thumb swiped through the photos. One was of an appearance on the news - dressed up in a suit on the steps of the courthouse with a furrowed brow and serious look on his face. One was him at Forlini’s - scowling over the rim of his bourbon while sitting at the bar next to a grinning Sonny. He remembered when Amanda took this picture. It was the day he told Sonny he could be his second chair. Another picture showed him actually smiling - dressed in a Tom Ford tuxedo, champagne flute in one hand while the other was resting on the waist of his date for that night. She was an oil company lobbyist that he hooked up with sometimes when she wasn’t in D.C.

“What is this?” Rafael’s eyes hardened as he looked up at the two detectives. Sonny flinched at Rafael’s tone. Amanda simply blinked at Rafael. She wasn’t one to deal with attitude willingly but given how uptight Rafael could be sometimes, she was letting it slide. Rafael’s eyes went back down to the dating profile and he felt an annoyance bubble within him. “What the hell is this?”

“Calm down,” Amanda said as she grabbed the phone back with a roll of her eyes. “It’s just a dating profile.”

“Of me!” Rafael looked at Amanda like she was speaking some foreign, alien language. “Why does it exist?”

Sonny’s face seemed to become more pink. A hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it as his mentor for all intents and purposes became more annoyed. “We just thought it would be fun-”

“You thought it would be fun impersonating a Manhattan A.D.A.!” Rafael’s voice was raised. A few passing officers gave some glances to the group. Amanda waved a dismissive hand to one of them, letting them know that Rafael wasn’t someone to worry about when angry. “You’re lucky I don’t have you arrested.”

Amanda snorted, “We were going to tell you about it when we got you a date.”

“Yeah,” Sonny added, “we just thought you were stressed lately and needed someone to... ya know.”

If looks could kill, Rafael Barba would have murdered two very well-liked and very hard working detectives right then and there in a New York police precinct. He would have to tell Olivia that she would be short staffed for god knows how long.

Rafael’s fingers came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, taking a hard breath before looking back at the detectives. “You think I need your help getting laid?”

Sonny’s mouth gaped like a goldfish, trying to find words but nothing seemed to make itself at home in his pretty little head. He looked over at Amanda with wide eyes, hoping for her to smooth over the situation. Amanda simply shrugged her shoulders, “It’s not that we think you can’t get laid, Counselor,” she paused, eyes almost sympathetic and it made Rafael’s nostrils flare, “you just haven’t had… anyone around… long-term, you know?”

“I’m struggling to find where this is any of your concern,” Rafael pointed a finger at the two of them, “or why you would think I would find it on a dating app.” Rafael’s mind was flooding with things to make the lives of these two detectives a living hell. Maybe if he pulled some strings with Olivia, she’d put them on desk duty for a few weeks. “I want it deleted - get rid of it!”

Amanda held the device out of the prosecutor’s reach, giving him a few nods of understanding but she needed to tell him of one important thing, “But before we do that, you should know that there’s someone who matched with you-” Sonny nodded enthusiastically, “and she messaged you - us? - back.”

“It’s why we were laughing,” Sonny’s smile faltered when met with the fiery gaze of Rafael. He cleared his throat before continuing, “we found the dumb pick-up line on the internet and she shot back with one of her own.”

Rafael’s fire was lessened with the mention of a match. And she happened to message him? Amanda stepped closer to Rafael, finger mindlessly swiping from one screen and to another. There Rafael had seen the actual large amount of messages he was getting. “Seems like more than one match.” He muttered under his breath. And while this whole ordeal wasn’t something he necessarily wanted, the temporary boost of his ego made his shoulders straighten and his tongue dart over his lower lip.

“You’re very popular, Counselor,” Amanda’s brows wagged.

“But we like her the most,” Sonny said, “she seems fun!”

Rafael’s eyes rolled, before they settled on Amanda’s phone.

Are you the Court of Appeals because I’m tryna get overturned.

After he read the message, he couldn’t help the snicker. Back in his Harvard days, Rafael had heard just about every dumb pick-up line you could think of that was in the realm of lawyers. He may have even used a few of them but could you blame the guy. Rafael watched Amanda switch over to your profile.

Rafael swallowed. And then he grabbed the phone out of Amanda's hands. She let out a protest but Rafael had taken a few steps away and studied your profile like it was a law book and he had a final the next day.

It stated your name and your age. Then the same location as Rafael - Manhattan, NY. Your job was stated simply as a lawyer. Huh. That certainly piqued Rafael’s interest. In your bio, you had:

What better alibi could you have than spending the night with me?

He swiped through your photos. One was of you at the Central Park Zoo, scowling at a monkey who was seemingly doing the same thing back at you. Another was of you at a bar or a club - one arm thrown over the shoulder of another woman and a fruity drink held in your free hand. Your attention was focused on your drink rather than your friend or the person taking the picture. The last photo was of you at a brunch of some kind. You held up a mimosa with a wide smile and a large sun hat atop your head.

“Did you say anything back?” Rafael asked. Amanda shook her head with a smirk. You were certainly attractive and if you had taken the time to message Rafael on the cursed app then you must have thought that he was attractive too. He went back to the message you sent and swallowed again. “W-what should I say?”

Amanda’s smirk didn’t falter as she stepped over to Rafael, plucking the phone out of his frozen hands. Rafael heard the speedy tapping of the blonde woman’s fingers, tapping out a message quickly. Sonny stepped over, peeking down over Amanda’s shoulder. Rafael watched Sonny’s face as it went from curiosity to what Amanda was writing and to a lopsided smile, essentially giving his approval of the message.

Rafael didn’t like the idea of Sonny approving anything of his - especially if it came to how he got a date but he patiently waited until a swoosh noise came from the phone. Rafael stepped over to see what she had written but Amanda’s fingers were quick with logging out of the app and swiftly deleting it off her phone.

“Hey-” Rafael couldn’t stop the protest from his lips, brows furrowed. Amanda ignored him, grabbing a sticky note and a pen. She scrawled the login information for the account and slapped it onto his chest.

“I don’t want it on my phone if that conversation starts to get dirty,” Amanda said. Sonny chuckled.

“I think it started out pretty fiery.”

Rafael held the sticky note in his fingers. He could feel his phone in his suit pocket. It felt hot and electric against him, even through all the layers of clothes he wore. “Nevertheless, I’m deleting the account,” he looked over the two detectives with a hard gaze, “and you are to never to do this again. Or else I will be put in jail for voluntary manslaughter.” Amanda swiftly ignored Rafael’s threat whereas Sonny seemed to take it more seriously. The lanky man gave a nod before settling himself at his desk.

Rafael stepped away from the detectives’ desks and dug his phone out from his pocket. His fingers twitched and he felt this wave of embarrassment wash over him as he searched the app’s name and watched it download onto his phone. It seemed to take hours for the dumb thing to fully be situated onto his device. He tapped it, used the sticky note information to log in and was greeted with new profiles to swipe across. He ignored them and went to his messages to see what the pesky blonde detective had said. He hoped it wasn’t something too inappropriate. The last thing Rafael needed was headlines of him sexually harassing women over social media.

He hesitated for a second before tapping on the messages with you. He took a deep breath. He felt nervous. Was it because of the potential can of worms that Amanda could have unleashed? Was it because he found you attractive? Was it because the two detectives were right and it had been a while since he’s had anyone around? While Rafael was capable of finding a temporary suitor to share his bed, he couldn’t find anyone to become something more permanent.

His eyes searched the screen, brain trying to quickly decipher the jumble of letters on his screen. “Ay Dios mío,” Rafael muttered under his breath and the grip on his phone tightened. Rafael thought he read the message a dozen times, just over and over again, trying to really see if Amanda truly did send this to you. He tapped various spaces on his phone, trying to see if there was an undo button but to no avail, the message taunted him.

Something something dictum. Sleep with me.

Rafael was caught off guard by Olivia who called his name from her office door. Rafael cleared his throat, slid his phone back into his pocket with one hand and slid the other down his chest, smoothing out any wrinkles in his shirt. Rafael finally remembered why he was there at the precinct. He needed to do his job and watch a line-up be conducted. Olivia had sounded very confident over the phone, so he figured he had a simple day.

He had spent the rest of his day watching various victims come forward to pick out their attacker confidently. When the defense lawyer monotonously asked to speak with his client after the lineups were done, Rafael felt his phone buzz. For a brief moment, Rafael had forgotten the dating app debacle. He wondered if it was Carmen, telling him of more paperwork and messages that needed to be signed and answered.

But no, it wasn’t Carmen.

It was a notification from the stupid app.

You have a new message!

Rafael bit down on his bottom lip, finger hovering over the notification. He took a breath and tapped his phone. God, what is wrong with me? Grow some cojones, Barba. Rafael watched the screen load and then plaster your message into his line of vision.

Ah, this definitely is a catfish account because there’s no way an ADA would use a line like that.

Rafael smirked. Took a moment to think and then started to type.

The DA has very low standards these days.

You messaged back quickly.

If they’re hiring based on looks, then I’d say they have very high standards, Counselor.

Rafael’s hand lifted to scratch at his jaw, a smile breaking across his face. His eyes widened at another message from you.

Does the prosecution want to rest at my place later tonight?

The forwardness from you made Rafael’s smile turn into a smirk. If Olivia or Sonny had seen him, they would even consider to call it a cocky smirk.

Would you want to meet for drinks first or just take this back to chambers?

I suppose I could side-bar for some drinks.

Great!

He paused before sending another message.

Let’s just agree to not use any more lawyer puns.

Objection!

After setting up a time to meet up at a swanky bar later that night, Rafael entered the bullpen again but with an air of confidence about him. Amanda noticed the shift in energy within the counselor. The corner of her mouth ticked up, fingers fiddling with a pen as she leaned back in her chair, side-eyeing Rafael. “Line-up went well?”

Rafael picked a piece of nonexistent lint off his suit jacket. “It went great, Rollins.” She hummed quietly, eyes studying every inch of his face with amusement.

“We’re heading to Forlini’s tonight,” Amanda stated, “would you like to come?” At the mention of Forlini’s, Sonny peeked over at the two of them from his laptop.

Rafael gave one curt shake of his head. “I’m afraid I’m busy tonight.” And with that, Rafael had turned and exited the bullpen and towards the elevator. Even though he hated it in theory of what Amanda and Sonny did, Rafael couldn’t deny that he didn’t not like the outcome of it.

[suzuki-violin-school]

I'm Alright

Inspired by this by @katsupeach and originally just titled "thank god for emme" and also I made it very difficult for myself to write because of all the fanfiction within fanfiction within fanfiction. Fanfictionception. Take a shot every time you read "holy shit"

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Content: childhood friends? sorta, nerdiness and teasing, light smut (minors dni), cringe culture

Time travel. That’s what some people would call it. Most others would say nostalgia, or something along those lines. Everyone looks back on their life and remembers something embarrassing. Even pro heroes do some pretty cringey things in their youth.

Deku was a total nerd when he was younger- Not that he wasn’t one now, but he was better at keeping his mumbling to himself, better at not freaking out when a girl talks to him, better at not gawking at other heroes wishing he had the courage to ask for an autograph.

It was because Kaminari- No, Chargebolt. It was all because Chargebolt was bragging about his fans, saying edits about him were really cool and someone sent him fanfiction about himself. Deku’s face had gone as red as it’d been the first time he saw boobs, remembering the days when he wrote fanfiction, when he made edits, when he ran a fanclub online.

The sudden memories made him leave Mina’s party as quick as he could, wanting to delete his old fan account before it could be traced back to him. He hadn’t used it in years, but he was very aware that he’d never deactivated it.

As soon as he was home, he was on his computer, logging in with a very familiar (and very embarrassing) username and password.

username: allmight-alright password: #1PR0hero

He sighed to himself when his profile showed up, remembering the days when he’d log on excitedly, a bruise forming on his arm from Kacchan punching him and his feet hurting from kicking off his shoes at the front door too fast.

For some reason, his notifications were totally blown up. Thousands of likes and hundreds of comments, reblogs, even unanswered messages (most of which were years-old from his old internet friends wondering if he was okay). He scrolled through, seeing that most of his All Might fanfiction had blown up around the time he’d retired. One of his old online friends had kept his account on her fanfiction taglist, despite him being gone. He noticed the most recent one she’d written was only a week old. She was still using her account? All these years, she’d never picked up some other hobby?

He paused for a moment, remembering that she did have other hobbies. He cursed himself for the assumption that a fanfiction writer didn’t have a life, despite knowing that wasn’t true. Prejudice, you know? He remembered staying up late messaging her. She played piano. She wanted to be a dancer. Her favorite book was a compilation of professional essays written about quirks and theories about where they came from.

His face flushed red when he remembered the huge crush he’d had on her when he saw her first face reveal. She’d deleted it after only a few hours, but she was so pretty, and such a nice person. He blushed even harder remembering that he’d never put his real name on his account. She called him Alrighty based on his username.

Another message popped up in his feed, from her.

herofics-dot-org: OMG ALRIGHTY YOU’RE BACK !!!

Deku smiled, fingers flying across the keyboard to respond.

allmight-alright: yeah lol allmight-alright: i’m actually just here to delete this account

herofics-dot-org: nooo :( herofics-dot-org: why???

allmight-alright: my old fics are all super cringe

herofics-dot-org: you’ve only been active for like five minutes herofics-dot-org: at least stay a bit and chat herofics-dot-org: it’s been like nine years

allmight-alright: holy shit really???

herofics-dot-org: yeah, we were like 14 when you logged off forever herofics-dot-org: that makes you 23, right? herofics-dot-org: since you’re a year younger than me lmao

allmight-alright: ok but i’m probably taller than you now

herofics-dot-org: you 5’2” bastard lol

allmight-alright: kiuajbhgdvytf >:0 allmight-alright: n e ways why do you still tag me in stuff

herofics-dot-org: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ herofics-dot-org: idk i guess i was hoping you’d come back someday lol

allmight-alright: ok i guess that’s fair lol allmight-alright: i haven’t actually checked your recent stuff yet

herofics-dot-org: omfg go do it i’ve gotten so much better at writing herofics-dot-org: oh also i put that collab fic we did forever ago on my nostalgia masterlist herofics-dot-org: it’s where all my older fics are

allmight-alright: i’ll go check out the new ones!!!

Deku closed the messaging system, going back to his notification wall and finding her most recent fic. The first thing that caught his eye was the glittering gif banner of his own face. The second thing he noticed was her content warnings. His face flushed red again as he read.

Content: angst, hate fucking, exhibitionism, dubcon, secretary!reader, size difference, pwp, use of daddy and babygirl, comfort/fluff ending because i’m a huge sap for deku

The fic started off a little less intensely as all her other smut fics did, but she was right; Her writing had improved. A lot. Her infamous porn without plot fics had always started strong with ‘he slammed his member into me, ripping my hymen with no mercy’ or ‘she shoved me down on the bed, both of us tearing off our clothes frantically’ but this was so much better. So much so that he almost refused to believe it was written by the same giddy preteen fangirl he used to know.

“-the only good thing about you is your giant cock and you don’t even know how to use it, you asshole!” Y/n practically screamed, tears bubbling over from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in thick droplets as her heart raced in her chest.

Deku grabbed both of her teeny wrists in one large, calloused, scarred hand, the warmth of his skin nearly burning Y/n as her head spun- With anger? Arousal? In the heat of the moment, she could hardly tell.

Deku blushed, not knowing if he could even continue reading without his head exploding. He’s not mean! He’s not an asshole, he would never treat a woman so roughly, especially one that worked for him. He treasured his work relationships almost as much as personal ones. Coworkers are people too!

He decided to scroll through her profile, maybe see if she had any Chargebolt fics. After all, he was so proud of his fans.

She did indeed have Chargebolt fics. Twelve of them, actually, accompanied by two Dynamight fics (both angst, one where the reader died at the end), seven Froppy fics, four Uravity fics, a Grape Juice crack fic, a Hawks x Endeavor request from a few years ago, and…

“Holy shit.”

Deku covered his mouth, realizing he’d spoken aloud. No one was around to hear him, but still.

Sixty eight Deku x Reader fics.

He also noticed she’d expanded from just fanfiction. She had a second account where she posted original short stories and poems, she had a place where dedicated readers could donate money or pay for more complicated requests. She had several professional-style essays on quirks and quirk history (Deku almost laughed, it was almost too in-character), reference links included, and dissertations of different heroes with images provided by another account- Credit given and granted permission of use, of course.

There was a lot to scroll through.

Why Hawks’s quirk is one of the worst Unpopular opinions about All Might’s retirement explained Deku’s UA debut and why he broke his own bones Deku’s UA debut 2: Shoto Todoroki Seven years ago today: details about All Might’s former sidekick Deku’s UA debut 3: his galaxy brain during the obstacle course Reasons I hate Dynamight (since people won’t stop asking) All Might or Endeavor? Deku’s UA debut 4: behind the scenes UA’s class 1-A at the USJ Why Cellophane’s costume is the worst thing ever ‘Deku is problematic’ theory explained

“Oh my god.”

The sheer amount of Deku content on her page was incredible. Fanfiction, photos, edits, videos, explained theories, multiple essays about his costume alone, clips of interviews, cross-referenced articles side-by-side with opinions and facts pulled out of official papers-

allmight-alright: holy shit there’s so much deku

herofics-dot-org: lmao yeah herofics-dot-org: i suddenly understand your fascination with all might

allmight-alright: kyjwfevgdh shut up

herofics-dot-org: i can’t believe you’re going to deactivate your account T-T herofics-dot-org: i don’t even know your social medias so i won’t be able to find youououuuuuuu :(

allmight-alright: ok ok i won’t delete my account

herofics-dot-org: YAY!!!! herofics-dot-org: you’re the best alrighty

Deku froze for a moment, pondering his next message.

allmight-alright: yeah i AM the best allmight-alright: i’m like the number one hero or something lol

herofics-dot-org: jhagvjcdghvre you wish lmao herofics-dot-org: you just wish i liked you as much as i like deku

allmight-alright: gjaskdhvbywe shut up

She’d always been very good at messaging back quickly, as well as knowing when not to send a text or exactly what message an emoji was meant to convey, but she didn’t answer for a minute. Deku thought perhaps something had happened before she got back to her computer, or maybe she wasn’t as good at texting as she used to be.

He saw the gyrating ellipses pop up for a moment, indicating that she was typing, but it disappeared again in a second. It popped up again, then disappeared, then another time.

herofics-dot-org: hey so this might be kind of a weird ask and i know we haven’t talked in nine years but do you wanna meet up?

Deku stared at the screen blankly.

allmight-alright: irl?

herofics-dot-org: only if you want to but yeah

Deku was typing in an answer before his brain even registered her other message.

allmight-alright: i’d love to allmight-alright: when and where?

herofics-dot-org: i’m not busy tomorrow if that works for you

Tomorrow? Deku got off work early tomorrow.

allmight-alright: sure!!! do you know where?

herofics-dot-org: you still live in the same city, right?

allmight-alright: yee

herofics-dot-org: how about that cafe across the street from deku’s agency? maybe we’ll see him and we can take a picture lmao herofics-dot-org: at noon? we can have lunch together

Deku grinned mischievously.

allmight-alright: oooh yessss allmight-alright: i could add his autograph to my collection

herofics-dot-org: nerd

allmight-alright: you’re no better than i am

herofics-dot-org: i have an idea for what to write next herofics-dot-org: “fifty reasons alrighty is the nerdiest nerd of all”

allmight-alright: ooh that reminds me allmight-alright: you write so much non-fanfiction stuff now, even on your fanacc

herofics-dot-org: one time i posted something like “ten reasons the iida agency is totally underrated” and it blew up herofics-dot-org: you probably weren’t online for the ingenium craze i sparked, it was insane

allmight-alright: there was an ingenium craze and i missed it????

herofics-dot-org: yeah!!! it was the best herofics-dot-org: it was my biggest post ever so i took the idea and ran with it herofics-dot-org: i got so many new followers and my non-fic posts like “reasons why” got super popular

allmight-alright: yeah, your masterlist is crazy huge now

herofics-dot-org: LMAO herofics-dot-org: my main masterlist, you should see all the other ones

allmight-alright: ...do you have a deku-only masterlist

herofics-dot-org: NKJGBVHSEFA DON’T CHASTISE ME

Deku stared at the message for a bit before going back to her masterlist. He found the link to her Deku-only post and scrolled through all the works she had. One called Fanfiction caught his eye, the title almost too relevant to be a coincidence. He decided to read it.

Content: established relationship, teasing, caught in the act (of reading a fic lol)

Y/n was at it again, indulging in her guiltiest pleasure yet. It wasn’t her fault she was lonely- It was Deku’s! For sure. She had to do this. Since Deku was always working. Yeah. It was all his fault.

That’s what she would tell herself every time she lowered herself onto her green hero-themed dildo. That’s what she would tell herself every time she turned on her phone and started reading the filthiest things she could find about her boyfriend. It was his fault, not hers, that she would feel so empty without him around, like a hollow shell, a hole that needed to be filled up.

Deku slid his dick in easily, Y/n’s ready-and-waiting hole fucked into the shape of his cock long ago. He whispered filthy praise in her ear, holding her close as he snapped his hips against hers, slowly, but with the force of his quirk x1000.

She was so focused on her reading, on how she was feeling, that she didn’t hear the front door open and close, didn’t hear Deku coming home early just for her.

Y/n was right, her writing had improved. Deku couldn’t look away from the screen, eyes scanning every word, taking in every bit of filth. He’d always read everything she wrote, her every post that crossed his dash, and she’d always been good at what she does. He’d been turned on by her smut plenty of times before, but this was different.

She was writing about him. She was writing about having sex with him. She was writing about loving him. Wait-

Okay, wait, hold on.

He remembered having a huge crush on her. She was nice, never made fun of his dorky interests, they even indulged in fantasies together. She had always been on his side. Anonymous hate online had never affected him because she was there taunting his mean anons. She would always say he was one of her closest friends, she was always the first like, the first comment, the first reblog with encouraging tags included (#oml this is the best all might fic ever #number one pro? nah. number one fic). They were each other’s beta readers, the “hey, should I include this?”, the best person to collab with.

She’s totally head-over-heels for Deku. He’s Deku.

So… Does that mean we both like each other?

Deku grimaced, exiting the fic to check her profile and consequently blue-balling himself, sifting through her posts to see if she had a more recent face reveal.

It took a while to find since it was buried between a Dynamight x Red Riot drabble and something called Daddy, I’ve Been Bad that he was scared to look at.

She was still beautiful. She looked incredibly similar to the photo he’d seen of her when they were younger. She still had the same sharp eyes, the same crook in her smile, but she was taller now, filled out in all the right places, and her hair had changed, though it was still just as entrancing and easy to lose yourself in as he remembered.

Speaking of remembering things, he remembered just how hard he was from reading her Deku smut. He decided relieving himself should be the first thing he did next, so he did what he thought was the only rational thing and went back to the Fanfiction smut.

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Y/n waited patiently at the café, sitting at a table just outside and drinking a hot chocolate as she slowly nibbled on a pastry. She perked up at anyone who passed her on the sidewalk, always disappointed when they weren’t who she thought they were.

She heard a giddy shout from across the street and watched, fascinated, as the number one hero left his agency, immediately swarmed by fans and press. The urge to run across the street and beg for an autograph was strong, but she’d made a deal to meet with Alrighty, and she didn’t want to miss him. She settled with watching Deku from across the street. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of him signing a little girl’s backpack, watching as the crowd slowly dispersed, fans leaving with autographs and interviewers slowly slinking away empty-handed.

To Y/n’s surprise, Deku crossed the street (he looked both ways first, of course) and stared at the café for a moment. He scanned the storefront, smiling when he saw Y/n. Her heart almost stopped beating.

Holy shit, the number one pro’s looking straight at m- HOLY SHIT HE’S WALKING UP TO ME

“Hi.”

“H-Hi!” Y/n said nervously.

“You’re a big fan, huh?” He asked, gesturing to the Deku t-shirt she forgot she was wearing.

“Uh, yeah,” she said awkwardly.

“Want an autograph?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up and she grinned.

“Yes! Please, yes, sure, thank you,” she said, reaching into her pocket and grabbing a pen, then digging around in her purse for something he could sign. She settled on her phone case and handed them both to Deku.

“No, thank you,” he said smoothly, signing her phone. He handed it back to her, sitting down at her table before she had a chance to look at the signature.

Holy shit, why’s he sitting with me?!

Y/n glanced down at her phone as she tucked the pen away.

Alrighty

She stared at the autograph, completely dumbfounded.

“I- You- Wait, but you’re- We- Huh?!”

“Yeah. Something got lost in translation, I think,” he said, chuckling. He shrugged. “It’s been nine years, after all. I’m sure you’ve got things happening that I don’t know about.”

Y/n was silent for a moment.

“…Wait, shit, you read my fanfiction about you, oh my god, holy shit-”

“I think it’s cool,” Deku said quickly. “I mean, I know what it’s like, remember? And then I actually met All Might himself, so I really do absolutely totally know what it’s like!”

“Oh. Right,” Y/n said awkwardly. “So, the great number one pro used to be some little fanboy dork?”

“Hey! Mean,” Deku said, pouting. He smiled, noticing that Y/n was still shaken, starstruck at the idea of meeting her idol. Not only meeting him, but actually knowing him. Actually- Knowing about parts of him no one else did. After all, none of his other friends knew a thing about his life before UA (save for Bakugo, but he didn't count. He didn’t know anything about him, he just knew him).

Y/n laughed, tearing her pastry in half and offering the larger side to him.

“…I asked if you wanted to meet up so that I could ask if you-”

“Want to go out with you?” Deku finished. “Yes. Yeah, I do.”

“…Wanted to go to HeroCon together,” Y/n finished slowly. “Holy shit.”

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[piracytheorist]

I think it was polygon who made an article of RE8 for beginners and I read it (wistfully because I can't play it yet) and I read a few of the comments one annoyed me for saying that Todd Soley was the worst/ weakest voice actor of the cast because like Mother Miranda losing her powers exists amongst others of the cast that I will not mention because stans can be scary and I assume the worst of them at all times

Todd Soley did something that many actors, especially inexperienced ones, cannot do that easily; he was cringey on purpose. Like, all of Ethan's bad jokes, all of his cringey one-liners, they are perfectly delivered in the way they were meant to; so that we can both laugh and relate, because none of us would've have done any better in his situation.

Also, anyone who says he's a bad actor just doesn't appreciate whump, my friend. I can guarantee you a big number of Ethan fans are here because that man can whimper like his life depends on it. I have seen cases of game protagonists who have such lame pain and effort grunts, and a small variety of such sounds too. And like, that's okay, not everyone's into whump and not everyone is gonna pay attention to how realistic the actor's pain sounds are. But Todd Soley delivered and I do very much appreciate it, not only from a whump perspective, but from a dedication perspective too. It's not easy to stand inside a recording cubicle room, with a microphone in front of your face, a bunch of crew watching you from across a glass panel, and then scream and moan and cry like you're dying. If anything, your throat, man. It must hurt after a while.

I do have to note though that there may be a couple of lines that sound a bit off. I can't remember which ones, right now, but there were a few that are used in-game that sound like the directors didn't tell Todd what the exact context was. Which is, like, super silly. I understand some secrecy when you're dealing with actors of other characters, but the protagonist? Sometimes producers are so deep into not giving too much info out there that it can ruin some details, one as such you mentioned. So it doesn't just affect Ethan's presentation, lmao.

But anyway yeah. Comments criticizing Todd's acting sound like they come from macho fanboys who do not get the concept that at this point CAPCOM has embraced the fact that sometimes they're cringey. It's the same with criticizing Ethan's simplistic and intentionally lame character. They're missing the point. He's not meant to sound magnificent like Dimitrescu, unhinged like Angie, determined and angry like Heisenberg, or nefarious like Miranda. He's an average dude. His average-ness complements the other characters' status. They're meant to sound out of this world, they're meant to sound terrifying and fantastical (and sexy, for whomever's into that). And Ethan being simple and plain and, sometimes, cringey, helps in exactly that. Same goes for Todd's acting compared to the acting of the other actors.

But for real I can't help feeling that if Todd wasn't such a private person, such criticisms would be much more rare and much less audacious. They're basic internet trolls; they wouldn't dare say such things to his face, and considering he barely shows said face in social media, they go all off thinking they're being proactive or something. I don't know. They must have a lot of free time on their hands I guess.

[annebrontesrequiem]

Ok I absolutely need the lore on the personal experiences w people that are weird about it please!!

Okay so my first foray into the internet Romanov community involved a documentary about “what if Anastasia survived”. It was absolute nonsense (though I do have a soft spot for it) but I made the mistake of picking a fight in the comments with someone who believed all the Romanovs survived. The amount of people who believe the Romanovs survived is kinda terrifying ngl. Stuff like faked bones, illegitimate Romanov daughters, some vast conspiracy. Like there’s this whole book The File on the Tsar (which came out in the 70s before the graves were found but also is just messytm) talking about how the Romanovs survived.

But anyways so I’m arguing with this person and then it just devolves. The Romanov community has a huge antisemitism problem in some spheres and this person was just mad. I remember them saying the Russian Revolution was a Jewish conspiracy and just crazy stuff like that. (It was not in case anyone needed to hear that looking at you Putin).

I also have a Romanov YouTube tribute (I was fifteen it was cringey I know) for the 100th year anniversary that has about 583k views and I regularly have to just scrub the comments for the “EVIL COMMUNIST BASTARDS” comments. I even made a pinned post about people not putting racist dog whistles in my comments and some idiot got in a fight with me about it lmao.

There’s also a healthy (not healthy) subset that… I’m not gonna name publicly cause of personal reasons but lol… [redacted] is where Romanov history goes to die and I deeply deeply genuinely regret ever going into that sphere.

Not to say all Romanov fans are bad or anything. Some of my friends who I’m very close to I met via Romanov discussions and I’m grateful for it. And the Tumblr Romanov community is actually rather lovely I think. But yeah you know how you talk about the JJBA fandom being a nightmare? Yeah the Romanovs have a fandom and I wouldn’t wish parts of it on my worst enemy lol.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Hey friends, I've got Some Anon Answers for you! Most of these are so late I'm so sorry lol

1. Awwwe, I'm honored that you're still here. Thank you so much for sharing your feelings with me. I know I say it a lot, but the fact so many people choose to go on the internet to be kind to strangers (anonymously, much less!) is one of my favorite displays of how wonderful people can be.

Thank you for sticking around and reading my stories. I hope I can provide entertainment for you as long as you need it, and I hope you are enjoying all of the new and wonderful things you find ❤️

2. Oh, gosh, you're very sweet! I'll try to answer all of these questions, but I have a tendency to ramble.

My favorite oneshot I've ever written would probably be a tie between Funny Thing Fate (SFW) and It's Too Cliche (NSFW). I love writing Autistic!Reader and the latter was based on multiple real-world events that happened to me. They both flowed so easily and were very cathartic.

Some hobbies are listed in my About Me! But they're pretty boring. I like to bake, cross stitch, play video games, and occasionally something weird like making jewelry or making my own plushes.

My favorite ships from Criminal Minds are pretty uneventful, and I don't feel that strongly about any of them. I really enjoy Temily, JJ/Will, and Ralvez. Beyond that, I feel pretty equally about the rest of them. I do not like Reidams, though, but mostly because I think Cat was written terribly. It had potential, but now it pisses me off. Hate Maxcer and Maeve/Spencer with a burning passion. Lila, Dr. Kimura, Austin, Loker, Tara (originally designed as a love interest for Spencer!) - all way better potential.

I'm not sure I really have any concrete writing goals. I mostly just do it for fun, but I would love to finish my original works I have planned and get them published.

My only general tips for new writers are to keep practicing, edit your own work no matter how cringey it feels, and get comfortable with constructive criticism if you want to improve. Oh, and have fun!

As for your adoration, it is always shocking but always appreciated. I hope this answered most of your questions! I love you, too, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

3. I certainly hope people will be more interested in Wes stories! I really do love him, but I know writing Spencer will give me more interaction. Since I'm relatively busy, I prefer doing whatever people want to see the most. If you have specific trends/characters you prefer, please let me know. I really do take it all into account, especially when rejecting requests.

4. Hey friend! Yeah, TB&TB is back! I'm also going to continue posting oneshots per usual, so if I take another extended break from TB&TB, you'll still have that content ☺️

5. [NSFW] Unfortunately, I'm not sure I could write a whole fic rec list on that trope because it's enormous and there are thousands of works with it. I can only really speak to my own work, which does have quite a bit of Jealous!Spencer, including, among others:

Femme Fatale: Unit Chief Reid is in over his head with the newest BAU member.

Jazz & Jealousy: On a visit from New Orleans, Ethan takes a liking to Spencer’s crush. Spencer is not thrilled by this.

I Like It Like That: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

“Bro Code” Be Damned: Spencer decides that the Bro Code isn’t really a code to be taken seriously when Derek’s girlfriend is feeling neglected.

I also actually have one in my WIPs right now, based on "Piece of You" by Shawn Mendes.

6. [NSFW] You know, I'm not sure I do. The ones that come closest are probably:

Fuzzy Pants (Spencer receiving)

Post Coital Dysphoria (Reader receiving)

Handle With Care (Reader receiving)

It's also sporadically mentioned in Here to Misbehave. Truthfully, I don't write a lot of heavy aftercare because I either find it mind-numbingly dull, weirdly specific, or overdone.

Aftercare as a term is extremely diverse and will look different for everyone. You'd have to be a bit more specific for me to send you in the right direction, because typically what people mean when they say "aftercare" is the same scenario I've seen written hundreds of times over, which is someone giving someone ibuprofen and a Gatorade 😂 (which, funny enough, I have literally never experienced in real life).

7. [NSFW] [Dark Side] Wow! That's an old one alright. I barely remember writing it 😅 But I'm so glad that you enjoyed it, and I do love that line. Now that I am older and wiser (and have actually seen the arc), I find it even more interesting. Especially when you consider that the cast explained in a behind the scenes bit that Spencer learned in prison that he was bad at crime. So, the question remains if he would have become an unsub if he'd been a little bit better at it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work and say such kind thing. I'm so appreciative for everyone who provides feedback about my writing. You are the reason I'm still here writing!

[ephemeraltea]

TRC is my first and only serious fandom, so I have a Tumblr noob question. Could you explain to me what the hell was the deal with Superwholock. I read a Tumblr post about how those folks had been rightly shamed off Tumblr, which they 'totally deserved' apparently. I can't quite wrap my head around how the crossover of those shows got to be so massive, but why did that fandom get everyone's knickers in a twist?

hoooo okay, so full disclosure, i’ve been on tumblr in some capacity since like. june of 2012. i’d just graduated high school, got my wisdom teeth removed the following monday, and in my recovery was spending a lot of time on the young justice tv show (my gateway to comics) and homestuck (which i never got through).

it sure was a time in my life.

at this time, i was a big fan of Doctor Who and a critical but admiring fan of Supernatural, and periodically obsessed with Sherlock. i was one of those people who found the big pile-on-the-fandoms-and-see-what-sticks hugely amusing and not at all cringey. bear in mind, i was eighteen and this was my first internet community not centered around roleplay with fellow fourteen-year-olds. i was baby. i was learning.

(to be clear: i’m not ashamed that i was a superwholockian. i was, for a few years. now it’s just kind of a thing that i did in my past that neither terrible nor wonderful, like the spring i tried to do track pole vaulting. it didn’t work out, move on.)

i think.... i think a lot people were unused to being able to talk about fan stuff so passionately in a semi-public sphere, and when we found people who were as obsessed (or more!) with the same shows, it got really loud and repetitive. echo chamber of young nerds making connections awkwardly. there’s this one tiktok where a guy is saying, “hey, it turns out that history isn’t repeating itself, we just keep getting new fourteen year old kids on the internet.” i think this is a case of that: young, passionate fans piling on top of each other joyfully and not realizing that they are going to be embarrassed as shit in a few years.

of course, some of those people started to get embarrassed faster than others. a lot of those people turned heel really fast and made it their personal journey to ostracize their old club. some of them, like myself, kind of went quietly as they found new fandoms and people to create joy with. and some of them doubled down, but mostly i think those people simply found warmer welcomes in other domains, like probably reddit or facebook or some such. less a matter of shaming on a wide scale, i think, and more just. realizing you’ve got more friends somewhere else, and you’d like to join them there. 

were those fans badly behaved? yeah, kinda, sometimes. but very much in the way that little kids get furious when you tell them their favorite cartoon is dumb. just add on some pretentiousness (i cannot emphasize the fourteen-ness of many fans) and righteous fury, not to mention the desire to be seen as a Hero in your community.

i dunno, man, i think the loudest people calling superwholock dying down as a triumph were probably pat of it at one point and are wildly embarrassed. they don’t need to be - we’re all growing, and as long as you’re prepared to apologize, accept that the people you might have bullied don’t have to forgive you, and genuinely try to be better... that’s all you need.