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streamafterlaughter · 2 years

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New Kid

Chapter V: Lazy Sunday

MASTERLIST || chapter IV || playlist

summary: Eddie slept over last night, and you two plan to spend the day together, one good day this weekend where things don’t go horribly wrong

tags: eddie munson x reader, afab!nb!gn!reader, MORE ANGST, fluff, teasing, flirty eddie, mutual pining, smut tease (minors DNI), possible secondhand embarrassment warning lol, shared trauma, weed (assume all chapters have weed involved)

a/n: IM SORRY FOR ALL THE TEASING i love that pre dating butterflies shit okay i’m sorry!! Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. now for the fun part ;)

Eddie’s POV

I definitely could have kissed them then, Eddie kicks himself for not making a move. Your lips were right there! Less than an inch away! But, they also could have kissed me…

You exit the bathroom, wearing a baggy Looney Tunes shirt, and once again no pants. It’s like you’re trying to kill him. He’d be happy to go though, if it meant the last thing he got to see was you. You crawl back into your spot on the bed, cocooning yourself in your many blankets. Eddie does the same, his feet brushing yours briefly. It isn’t late, and Eddie isn’t the least bit tired. He doesn’t want to sleep, fearing all the minutes he’d miss where he could be talking to you instead. “I had a lot of fun today.” He finally says, lying on his side to face you.

“Me too. It seems we’re cursed to have wonderful days end in fire, though.” It’s dramatic, but the only two days the two of you have been together have both ended less than amicably. He’d do it again and again if it meant he got to spend his days with you.

“Psh, serves us right, worshiping the devil and all.” He makes you laugh, and he wants to record it, play a tape of it on loop forever. Without thinking, Eddie reaches a hand up to your face, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before resting his palm on your cheek. He feels you warm under his touch, watching your eyes close as your mouth curls into a smile. He’s about to move his hand when you turn your face into his palm, kissing the heel of his hand. Eddie’s stomach flips as your kiss sends goosebumps up his arm. Eventually, you both fall asleep like that, breathing in unison.You don’t wake up screaming this time.

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Your POV

Today, you wake up first. Sundays always make you sad, signifying the end of your weekend, a day for finishing homework and cramming for midterms before all your tests this week. You open your eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight coming through your window. Your back is to Eddie, and you feel his arm wrapped around your waist, his breathing even. It’s the most comfortable you’ve let yourself be with someone, despite neither of you being capable of telling the other.

You don’t want to wake him, but you feel your stomach rumble, a lack of lasagna in your stomach.

You turn around slowly, sure to keep his arm in place around you. He’s sound asleep, his lips slightly parted, face peaceful. You could watch him sleep all day if it weren't for your stomach slowly eating itself from hunger.

Finally, Eddie shifts onto his back, his arm abandoning you in the process. He stretches it above his head, opening his eyes and immediately meeting your gaze. “Good morning.” He says, a tired rasp in his voice.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a log. So did you, it seems?”

“Yeah, through the whole night and everything.” Thank god, you think, you’re not sure what you would’ve done if you’d woken Eddie up screaming again.

“You talk in your sleep.” Eddie says, shifting into a sitting position.

“You’re lying.” No he’s not, you know you do. It’s usually something completely irrelevant, but that doesn’t stop the fear of not knowing what you said with Eddie in your bed.

“I’m not! It was cute.”

“What did I say?”

“A lot, most of it nonsense. Something about lemurs at one point.” Relief floods through you, grateful you didn’t out yourself in your sleep. “You said I was extremely sexy.”

A lump forms in your throat, your mouth is suddenly dry, while the rest of your face breaks into a sweat. You blink rapidly, attempting to free the tears welling in your eyes. He looks at you closely, as if studying your reaction, before letting go a sudden cackle. “I’m kidding!”

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and nervously laugh with him. “You’re awful!” You accuse, swinging your feet onto the floor. “I’m gonna take a shower, you feel like going to breakfast?”

“Sure you’re not sick of me yet?”

“There is nothing to get sick of.”

“Psh, whatever, go shower, I’ll be here, and totally not thinking about you in there.” You snap your head to look at him.

Eddie reaches over to your bedside table, picking up your beaten copy of The Bell Jar. He opens it to the first page before glancing up at you, frozen in place while you process what just came out of his mouth.

Eddie doesn’t explain himself, but lifts his hand and shoos you away. You don’t know what to say, what the fuck could you say?! You stumble into the bathroom, clicking the lock behind you.

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Eddie’s POV

He pushes your comforter off of him, revealing the tent in his briefs. Shit, I guess I took my own joke too seriously. He should probably take care of it before you come out, because seeing you dripping from the shower definitely won't help. Being the genius that he is, he knows not to go to town on himself in your bed. It would make a mess, and with his luck you’d catch him jerking it and never look at him again.

Instead, Eddie slowly gets off your bed, lighter on his feet than any ballerina to ever exist. He tiptoes to the bedroom door, locks it, then gently sits on the floor in front of the bathroom. This way, he thinks in his horny boy brain, he’ll be able to hear you turn the water off.

Eddie breathes deeply, making sure he can hear the water behind the door. Sure enough, the spray of the water is clear as day. Underneath it, he can even hear you singing Hit Me With Your Best Shot at almost full volume. He decides it’ll be a silent session, knowing the thinness of the walls works both ways.

He works quickly, feeling the ache in his groin grow stronger with the sound of your voice so close. He pulls his underwear down just enough to free his dick from the confines. He spits in his hand, slightly disgusted with his desperate need for relief. He banishes the thought from his mind, grabbing at his cock with his now slick hand. He grips it securely, moving his fist rapidly to the sound of your voice.

He lets his mind wander, closing his eyes as the feeble attempt at release continues. He pictures you as you must be, completely naked, under hot, running water. You’re covered in a soapy lather, smoothing it into your skin. He pictures himself with you, undressing himself before entering the shower, hugging your naked body to his as the water bathes you both. He pictures kneeling before you, taking you in his mouth while your hands knot in his hair. He envisions detaching your shower head, bringing it to your clit to watch you squirm while he busies himself kissing your neck. Desperately, he imagines bending you over, fucking you while the water hits your back, while you fight to keep your footing as he makes you come against the tile.

His thoughts escape him, growing less and less appropriate as he brings himself to climax. He shoots his load into his hand while groaning quietly, and immediately wipes it on the inside of his shirt.

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Your POV (occurring simultaneously with Eddie’s)

You try to steady yourself, looking at your reflection in the small bathroom mirror, taking deep breaths. Thinking about me? In here? Is he serious? He can’t be serious. You go around like this for a good two minutes, justifying his words to yourself. Finally, you decide to relieve yourself of some stress. You’ve earned it after spending the entire weekend with Eddie and not jumping his bones.

You shed your clothes, dropping them in the hamper beside the sink. You wait for the water to warm, singing Pat Benatar’s Hit Me With Your Best Shot, a go to showering tune. Once in the tub, you free your hands to roam your body, reaching your fingers between your legs to feel the wetness that had accumulated long before showering. You lean against the cold tile, bringing your middle finger to play with your clit, rubbing eager circles, letting your imagination run wild.

You imagine Eddie in your bed, reading your book. You picture exiting the bathroom, forfeiting the towel as soon as he looks from the book to you. You stroll over to him, still dripping wet from the shower, completely naked, and crawl on top of him. Because it’s your daydream, of course he welcomes you, taking you by the waist and sitting you on his lap. You can almost feel his hard cock under you, and you stifle a moan into your shoulder, hoping Eddie can’t hear you sinning from the bed. The daydream continues until you've grown desperate, yanking your shower head from the wall and bringing it between your legs. Finally, your knees shake as you orgasm, thinking of Eddie’s head between your thighs as you do. Once you compose yourself, you shut the water off, feeling somehow much dirtier than when you got in.

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Eddie’s POV

Eddie scrambles from his spot on the floor when he hears the water turn off. He grabs his jeans and pulls them on, jumping as he struggles to get them over his sweaty legs. He turns around to find you, wrapped only in a towel, watching as he fumbles for his belt.

“I uh, forgot my clothes.” You say, not meeting his eyes. He cant help but feel flattered by your flustered reaction. There may be hope for him yet.

“Who needs ‘em.” He lets himself flirt with you, accepting that if you wanted him to stop, you’d tell him.

You hide your face from him, not willing to let him know his comment makes your stomach flip “Uh, we do, if we’re going to breakfast.” You pull a U2 shirt your dad got you when he saw them live, and a pair of acid wash distressed jeans. You throw a second shirt, a Blondie one you bought too big, at his chest. “For your modesty.” You laugh as he looks at Debbie Harry’s face, then back to yours.

“Seriously?”

“You’re the one with their tape in your car!” Before he can argue, you skip back to the bathroom to change, and probably splash some cold water on your face.

When you come back, he’s put the shirt on, and it hugs his chest and arms with just enough give that it accentuates his lean figure without looking too tight. “Looks good.” You mean it, and he thanks you with a stupid grin.

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Your POV

“C’mon, I’ll drive!” You shout, scooping your keys from the hook at the front door. “Bye, parents!” You call, running out the door with Eddie right on your heels. In the car, you plug in your Judas Priest tape, something you only remembered you had seeing the poster on Eddie’s wall. Eddie busts out his best air guitar to Breaking the Law, and you chime in with the best metal rasp you can muster. There I was completely wasting, out of work and down All inside it’s so frustrating as I drift from town to town, Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die, So I might as well begin to put some action in my life, You know what it’s called… You reach the diner, a humble building on the outskirts of town. “We stopped here on our way in, I assume you’ve been here?”

“Believe it or not, I haven’t. I never really come this way.” The diner is close to the edge of town, something Eddie only ventures out of to visit War Zone when he makes enough for a new leather jacket, and that’s in the other direction.

“Well, their pancakes are to die for.”

The waitress at the host stand is a frazzled middle aged lady, wearing an apron covered in coffee stains. The diner bustles before you, women speed walking from table to table, serving mugs of coffee and plates of steaming eggs and bacon. The waitress greets you with a big, fake smile, and leads you to a booth in the far corner. “What can I get ya started with, lovebirds?” She asks, her pad and pen at the ready.

“Oh, we’re not-“ Eddie starts, but you interrupt, “We will have two coffees, one black, one with room for milk, and two short stacks of your chocolate chip pancakes. Oh! And two sides of bacon, please.” You hand the menus back to her, and she nods, walking off to the kitchen. “Trust me?” You reach your arms across the table, and Eddie takes your hands and nods.

Eddie’s POV

“So? You ask, stuffing the fluffy pancake in your mouth. Eddie makes a scene of cutting into his own slowly, bringing it to his lips, and chewing it carefully. He closes his eyes, as if cutting off one of his senses will amplify the others. Once he swallows, he opens his eyes wide, rolling them back into his head. “Fucking delicious.”

You beam at him, grateful to watch him enjoy himself, and pour maple syrup on your bacon. Eddie gives you a look of feigned disgust. You wave a sticky strip at him. “Try it!”

He obliges eagerly, taking a bite from the bacon still in your hand. You wait for his response, and after a minute of deciding, he says, “I’ll never doubt you again.”

For a while, you eat in silence, each in your own head as you watch the people bustle around the restaurant. When you’ve finished half your plate, Eddie speaks. “What are we doing today?”

You look up from your plate to meet his gaze. “We’re doing something right now aren’t we?”

“I mean, after this. You got any plans?”

“I’m at your disposal, if you’ll have me.”

Eddie can’t help the laugh that leaves his throat. If only you knew how badly it aches to think of going home. Not after the weekend you’ve both had. “There’s a decent record store downtown, if you’re interested?”

You nod your head vigorously.

When the check comes, you both reach for it. “Hey, you drove.” Eddie insists, pulling his wallet from his back pocket. You go to protest, but he holds a hand up to shush you, pulling two crisp 20s from the center fold, placing it under his empty mug. You cross your arms, twisting your face into a pout. “I am an empowered person, I can take care of myself.” You joke.

“I totally agree with you. But I also want you to save that money for the dime you’re about to drop on music.” He won’t hear your rebuttal, so you slide out of the booth, and he rises behind you.

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Your POV

Eddie directs you through Hawkins, letting himself slip into tangents involving the places you pass. “And there is where I spent the night for public intoxication,” He points out your window to the Hawkins Police Department. “Chief Hopper stayed with me that night. I was only sixteen, walking home from a party, and he was out patrolling. He called my house, but no one came to pick me up. Dad was on a bender, mom was… god knows where.” You listen to every word as he glosses over his troubled adolescence. You feel deeply sad for him, and yearn to go back in time and tell your parents to move to Indiana four years earlier. “Here we are!” You pull up to a plaza, containing a pizza place that’s closed on Sundays, a nail salon, and the record store, aptly named Record Scratches. Eddie holds the door to the shop for you, the bell ringing lightly as you enter.

Inside, the walls are lined with shelves and shelves of records, both pristinely cling wrapped as well as old and dusty. Through the store speakers, you can just make out the words to Close To Me by The Cure: I’ve waited hours for this, I’ve made myself so sick, I wish I’d stayed asleep today, I never thought this day would come. The kid at the counter cant be older than sixteen, dressed in a denim jacket layered over a Tears for Fears shirt. “Hey, Liam!” Eddie greets him, and he returns the hello with an excited wave.

“Hi, Eddie! Welcome back.”

“This is Y/N, I’m sure they’ll become a frequent patron of yours.” You give the kid a wave that he returns. “Let me know if you need help with anything, though Eddie could probably help you better than I could.” He says, then returns to taking inventory of the box of vinyl on the counter.

Eddie migrates to the metal section, while you linger around the punk records towards the middle. You brush the covers of Bad Brains, Black Flag, The Clash, and Dead Kennedys. At the end of each aisle are cassette tapes of more music, perfect for playing in your car. You decide there that you’ll get Eddie something, preferably that you like and have confidence he’ll also enjoy. You look over to him, engrossed in the art of a Motörhead record. After plenty of consideration, you choose The Runaways self titled record, remembering how you would play You Drive Me Wild in the car on your way to your guitar lessons, giving yourself something to work towards: You know when you’re close, you really turn me on. That’s why I want you so bad when you’re gone, Yeah! Come on, come on and take me home, Please stay with me, and don’t you leave me alone… You decide to grab Kate Bush’s Hounds of Love on vinyl as well, currently only possessing it as a cassette tape.

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Eddie’s POV (simultaneously with yours)

He settles toward the back of the store, where the metal records collect dust in a dark corner, isolated even in his favorite place. He wants to get you a record, something that proves he’s got good taste, but will still impress you. He looks up at you, across the store, digging in the punk records. He watches the way you smile when you find a record you’re looking for, inspecting used ones for scratches. Selfishly, he wants you like this all the time. A lazy Sunday spent with you at a diner, a record store, or even on the couch. He scours over the collection, barely bigger than his own. A few jump to mind: Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Judas Priest. He knows you like those bands, though, leaving very little to his imagination. He wants to wow you, for some reason. He finds you difficult to read, still not able to tell how you feel about him. He goes over every shelf, it seems, inspecting records for tracks that trigger something within him, that compel him to purchase it for someone like you.

He’s about to lose hope when he spots it, tucked away in the back of the wrong lettered section: Metal Health by Quiet Riot. He recalls the lyrics to Love’s A Bitch fondly, Love’s got me by the ass again, I’ve been in love since I don’t know when, I keep running and I don’t know why, Love’s given me a crock of lies, out of breath and I’m out of time. He tucks the record under his arm, and decides to also grab himself a copy of Autoamerican on his way by the alternative section, swearing not to tell you.

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Your POV

“I got you something.” Eddie says as you exit the shop, and you look at him with disbelief.

“You’re not gonna believe this, but I got you something, too.”

Eddie gives you a smile, curing you of any nerves. “On three?”

“One”

Two,”

“Three!” You both pull records out of your bags. “Autoamerican? I have that already.”

Eddie does a double take. “Shit.” He switches the record for Quiet Riot’s, handing it to you. You hand him the Runaways album, and take yours from his hand. The cover shows a man in a straight jacket and a mask that looks like a jail for your face. He inspects the Runaways record, flipping it to read the tracks on the back.

“Thank you,” you whisper it, almost not wanting him to hear you.

“You wanna go home and listen?” Eddie asks, an excited smile spread across his face.

“Yours or mine?”

“Whichever,” he shrugs, thinking home is wherever you are. You decide to go back to yours to switch into Eddie’s van before going to his.

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Eddie’s POV

At the trailer, he opens the door to the van, then his front door for you. “Player’s in my room.” He points loosely to the back of the trailer, grabbing his supply of weed off the kitchen counter to bring with him.

He enters the room, eyeing as you slip Metal Health from its sleeve, placing it gently in the player. He can’t lie to himself, he’s ecstatic you chose to listen to that one first.

The first track, named for the album, starts at a low volume, but he watches you crank it as he lights a joint, banging your head to the beat.

Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him, but he takes you by the hand, dragging you to the middle of his bedroom. He twirls you like he would at a prom, grooving in time with you. When you’re facing him again, he brings the joint up to your lips and watches you inhale. Your face is flushed, hair still windblown from the drive over. The chorus kicks in, Bang your head, Metal health’ll drive you mad, and you jump on top of the bed, bouncing up and down as you continue obeying, whipping your head around like Eddie did the night of the Corroded Coffin show.

He watches you in awe, admiring your lack of inhibition, truly enjoying yourself. You’ve got the brightest smile on your face as you point at Eddie, telling him to join you on your makeshift stage.

When the guitar solo starts, Eddie whips out the trusty air guitar, hopping on the bed with you. As the song fades into the next track, the two of you flop down on the bed, laughing and out of breath.

“What are we doing?” Eddie yells over the music.

“Enjoying ourselves!” You shout back, flinging his arms around his neck, bringing him into a bear hug. He hugs you back, no hesitation about it, and holds you there for a minute, relishing in the smell of your hair as it tickles his nose.

When you loosen your grip, but you hover in front of his face, your own inches away, arms still clasped around him.

“That’s not what you meant, was it?”

“Not exactly, but you’re right. I have been enjoying myself.”

“But is that enough for you?” You reach over to turn the music down so you don’t have to shout. Your eyes are filled with concern, and his heart melts.

“More than enough. Is it enough for you?”

You shake your head briefly, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this weekend.”

“Do tell.” His heart aches with anticipation.

You’re silent for a second, considering your words carefully. “I didn’t come here planning to make friends. I wanted to focus on school, get the hell out, and then worry about my social life.”

Eddie nods, feeling his heart crack as he looks at you.

“But,” You pause, adjusting your grip around his neck, “that’s not what happened. I met you. And I’m so glad I did.”

Eddie breaks into another huge smile then, moving his arms to wrap around your waist as you both shift in the bed. He speaks finally, “I’m so fucking glad I met you.” He’s had it with the subtleties, he moves one arm from your waist to tuck a flyaway behind your ear, focusing on your ear instead of your eyes.

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Your POV

The warmth of his hand heats your face, surely making it redder than it already is. You look at him, at his lips: pink and so unbelievably soft, his pupils large making dark brown eyes almost black. The dimple in his cheek grows as he meets your eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks you, barely a whisper.

“How badly I want you to kiss me.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and you look away. It’s the first time you admit it, and you feel a weight lift off your chest. Your heart beats faster, and it’s so loud in your ears that you’re convinced he can hear it too.

“Yeah?” Eddie cups a hand under your chin. He doesn’t seem fazed by your words. In fact, he seems elated to hear it, quirking an eyebrow at you, almost skeptical.

You take his hand from your face and move it over the left side of your chest. “Does it feel like I’m joking right now?”

He looks from your face to where his hand sits, right on top of your breast with your full consent. The look of shock is quickly replaced with one of mischief. As if you couldn’t get any warmer, the words leave his lips so close to yours that his breath is hot on your face. “Kiss me first.” You shake your head as if the entire scene is taking place in your brain rather than right in front of you. He leans further into you, taking your face back in his hand. He’s an inch, less than that, away from your lips, you can almost taste him. Your eyes close slowly, and you pucker your lips as subtly as you can manage… and nothing happens.

Instead of connecting your lips, he widens his smile, watching your reaction to his teasing. You open one eye to catch him gawking at your face. “What the hell?”

A cackle breaks the tension as Eddie throws his head back. It shatters you, watching him find amusement in your vulnerability. So much so, you decide then and there that your seven minutes in Heaven are over. He’s still laughing as you mumble “I gotta go.” shoving off of Eddie’s bed to go look for your shoes. You stifle your tears as your chest heaves, threatening to burst right in front of Eddie. “Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean—“ You slam his bedroom door behind you and make a run for the outside.

“Wait, hold on!” Eddie calls for you, but it’s too late. You’ve slipped outside, abandoning the record in the player, storming out of his trailer with a slam of the door.

“Y/N!” Eddie calls from the porch as you stomp out of earshot. It’s pouring now, and you totally forgot you switched cars, so you’re stuck walking home, a direction you barely remember when you’re not crying.

You faintly hear Eddie calling for you, and he’s sure to at least follow to the edge of the park, but you don’t turn around. You’ll walk the block for an hour in the rain, maybe, clear your head. Was this all a fucking joke to him? Did he not feel anything for you? He did a great fucking job pretending.

There’s about an inch of water in your shoes as you exit onto the main road. Maybe a nice truck driver will pick you up, whisking you away from this Hellish town with its charming, beautiful, and deceitful boys. You don’t bother to hide your tears anymore, no one can see them in the rain.

“Y/N! I’m sorry!” Eddie’s voice is closer now, but you don’t dare turn around until you feel him tug on your shoulder, forcing you to face him.

“What the fuck was that?” You whip around to look up at him, the rain dripping from his hair into his face, soaking into his clothes the same way it must be yours. “That shit’s not funny.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to hurt your feelings. I just—I was so surprised.”

“What? Surprised that I actually believed you’d kiss me?! How fucking dare I, honestly?” You spit your words with a harsh venom behind them. “With you looking at me the way you do, touching me the way you do. Forgive me, Eddie, for thinking I had a sliver of a chance with you.” It feels like you’re losing your mind, having deluded yourself into believing Eddie felt the same way you do. “You know what, you’re a fucking freak.” You both flinch at the word when it leaves your lips, and you instantly regret it. It’s a low blow, and one you’ve been on the receiving end of plenty of times. “Eddie, I—“

“No, it’s okay. I deserve that. I am. What type of person falls for someone over the course of one week? Who else laughs when they finally get the chance they’ve been wishing for since day one? I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss you now. But, I can’t.”

“What the fuck does that even mean, Eddie? It sounds like you don’t want to kiss me.”

“It means once I kiss you, that’s it. No one’s left wondering what could have been. I have been wracking my brain trying to figure you out, the best way to do it, and I’ve come up with nothing. I’ve had so many chances and none of them felt good enough. I wanted to make it special, and when the opportunity finally revealed itself, I fucked it up!” He flails his arms above his head in exasperation, shouting over the sound of rain on the roofs of the trailers behind him. “I was so desperate to get this right that I made it so much worse.”

“And you don’t think spending this whole weekend together; comforting each other through being beaten up, my nightmares, my grandmother, staying up all night to talk, falling asleep in each other’s beds— you don’t see how special any of that is? I had so many opportunities to go home, Eddie. I could have bolted after the party Friday, could have sent you home when I saw my grandmother. You could have kicked me out after my episode, told me to go fuck myself and sleep on the couch. Not fucking once did I want to leave you until you laughed at me like that.” Your voice breaks, and you release a chest rattling sob into the air. “Why would you laugh at me like that?” The question barely escapes before you let yourself cry.

Your question hangs over his head like an anvil, guilt clouding his vision. Eddie covers his face with his hands, half to stifle a cry of his own, half to wipe the rain from his face. “I didn’t mean to laugh. I was so… shocked by what you said, I didn’t know what to do. I panicked. No one’s ever told me they want to kiss me and meant it, especially someone I want to kiss. I guess… I didn’t believe you.” The words break your heart into even smaller pieces. You dare take a step closer to Eddie, quietly so he can’t hear you do so over the rain. You drag your feet closer to where he stands, eventually your toes only an inch apart. He notices, looking up from his feet to squint at you through the storm. “I am so fucking sorry.”

“I guess it’s okay.” You swat the tears from your eyes. “You should probably grovel, though, just to make sure.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate. He drops to his knees, soaking them through with mud as he clasps his hands together in prayer. “Please, Y/N, forgive me for all I’ve done. I live to serve you and you alone. What shall I do to make it up to you?”

You bend down to his eye level, cupping his chin in your hand. His skin is wet under your equally rain soaked touch, your thumb slipping quickly over his bottom lip. “Whatever you feel is appropriate.” You tease before standing again, walking past him back to his trailer.

Before you can get far, he grabs your wrist, using you to pull himself back up. In one swift motion, you’re spun to face him, and he closes the space between you, finally connecting his lips to yours. It’s as if the storm has stopped, as if the world freezes on its axis in the brightest sunspot, your whole body melting with his touch. You’re numb to the rain, only concentrating on how soft his lips are on yours, the way his fingers grip your hips, the way he tastes like weed, cigarettes, and mint. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his wet hair, and he lifts you off your feet, making sure your lips stay securely connected.

“I should get you home, huh?” He says, ending the kiss much to your disapproval, that stupid smile back on his face as he puts you on the ground. You give him a pout in response, and he plants a second, too-quick kiss on your lips. “C’mon, we can throw your clothes in the dryer before you leave.” He holds out his hand for you to take, and you do, following Eddie back into his trailer.

chapter VI

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Even though I am personally not in the supernatural fandom and have never seen the show, I didn't care and still read your stories anyway because of how amazing and well written they were o(^∇^)o (I hope that's a good thing :'D)

That's how talented you are. That's how spectacular your stories are!

And so when I saw your post about your plan to delete your account and everything else, I got so sad :( I'm sorry you have to go through this.

I understand your situation. As a writer myself, I also struggled with fan interaction and feedback on tumblr. It was awful and very discouraging. That's why I left and deleted my account as well.

I haven't been on Tumblr in forever and this account I'm using to send you this ask is pretty much dead and unused. so I didn't find out about your decision until just today when I decided to log in.

I tried a few different platforms to post my work before eventually settling on AO3 as my new writing home. The interaction there is a lot, lot better :) at least for me. Its not perfect but I'm content being on there ^^ imo, ao3 is the only good option out there lol.

Like you said, Tumblr is pretty much a ghost town at this point 😬 which is why I realized it wasn't a good place to post anymore.

It breaks my heart to know that you couldnt find a good website to receive feedback like I have :(

However, I know I'm also guilty of not reblogging and commenting on your work :( I never interacted because I was kinda intimidated and I was also worried about what you would think of me since I'm kinda young.

I'm really sad to see you go but I hope you know that you made my life a little bit better with your stories and I will always admire you 🩷🩷🩷

I wish you the best, take care of yourself ☺️♡ (sorry for writing so much lol)

Thanks for your lovely comments. I’m honoured you’ve read my stuff despite not being in the spn fandom.

I also post on Ao3 and have the same lack of interaction there. Maybe I’m doing something wrong 😂 never mind it doesn’t matter anymore!

Thank you for this ask ❤️

#bee answers #anon #support

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viewmasterfeeling · 2 years

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Well, tomorrow is the day!

I’m going to be logging off of tumblr until I watch the show, but I just wanted to make a post that’s kind of a… good luck charm. A “see you on the other side”.

I just wanted to say that I’ve had so much fun in this fandom. I’ve been on tumblr since April 2020, and Stranger Things/Byler was my first fandom. I wrote fics that are probably cringe, I made friends, and I became absolutely obsessed with this show and byler. This show and ship helped me get through lockdown, and they have such a special place in my heart. Now, two years later, I’m back in the fandom, and things are different. I’m different. But it’s been just as much fun.

I’ve absolutely loved being part of byler tumblr and the byler discord. I’ve had so much fun joking around, brainrotting, writing predictions and theories, and mostly, creating and consuming content! Seriously, the pre s4 content has been TOP TIER. There’s so many talented and incredibly creative people in this fandom. Thank you guys for making the wait so enjoyable. Otherwise, I don’t know how I would’ve been able to handle it LOL

Here are few byler fandom highlights, not necessarily in order (feel free to add on in reblogs!):

Screaming about the posters

Smalltown Boy Conspiracy

Mike Rat-Tail Conspiracy

Theorizing about Will being in the flaming car shot, explosion shot, and 002

Screaming about Boys Don’t Cry and Alan Turing

Screaming about the Open Closets

Mike Emotional Monologue theories

Blue Meets Yellow in the West

Motel Scene Theory (and pillow wall… iykyk)

Recap Era ™

Argyle Ships Byler ™

Talking about how good/bad they look in promo 💀 and their hair

Trying to predict the trailer date and getting clowned

Static Pic...

Screaming about the trailer and the roller rink shot

Merch Era ™ (monopoly cards…)

Roller rink theories (and how they changed over time)

Matching Watches talk <3

Mike Murder Suspect Theory–

Freaking out over various interviews and promo (“leech you have to fucking pull off”)

Roasting Mike’s Cali outfit

Byler as chaotic uncles (iykyk 😭)

Love triangle

Uno Will

“Let’s start a new party, you and me”

The Walk ™ 💀

All the theories, analyses, and parallel posts, even if we only got a few right. This fandom has been so great :>

Lastly, shoutout to all my mutuals and friends in the discord!! I don’t have the time to @ mention everyone (and I don’t want to forget anyone) but seriously, I appreciate you all so much. And whatever happens tomorrow… we’re in it together. Love u <3

So, yeah. Everything changes tomorrow, and I can't wait to scream about the new season with all the amazing ppl in this fandom. See you on the other side... byler forever o7

#lane talks #sorry this post is so... sappy idk #but it felt necessary aha #it still doesn't feel real #but it is... it is...#byler tumblr

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harmonictechnicality · 1 year

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My dear Harmony, I hope you’re having an absolutely wonderful, restful, recharging evening as you chuckle over the wailing and gnashing of teeth in the memory log tags ✨ I’m the Sleepless-in-Seattle-Christmas-movie truther from AO3 who still owes you like 1000 comments on “Gumption” (aka a fic that lights my heart on fire, I have A Lot of thoughts on the first Ronance chapter that have been in my notes app all week). Getting to read your responses about your writing process are Literally the highlight of my day, the way you interweave all the clever references and wordplay and jokes with your brilliant sense of character voice and just some of the loveliest descriptions I’ve ever read!!! Like, I hope you realize you’re amazing- the kind of talent you’ve got (and the way your love of these characters illuminates all your stories!) does not come along all the time, um, so I for one would like to say thank you to Joe Keery and also Joe Quinn and their palpable chemistry for inspiring you to write, and a huge thank you to you for doing the hard/courageous work of taking words out of brain space and putting them on a screen for us all to share like an absolute hero! ANYWAY, gushing adjourned (for now) but I saw the lil ask game you reblogged, and I’d literally like to read your thoughts on writing and inspo and ships like a book, so if You’d like to share, I’m very curious about #3, 9, 13, and 14 for “Gumption” (my now and forever fave, but clearly only the first of many faves when it comes to your writing) Ok Ok with much affection, imagine I’m heaping Eddie style junk food faves and Steve style power breakfasts on your table 💕 Asters

You are such a DOLL!!! 💕 This absolutely makes my dayyyy that you got so much out of this fic!! I really just ran with it and didn't look back (hence all the errors in it, which I delusionally think adds to the charm lol). 3. What’s your favorite line of narration?

"Carve instruments out of his bones." - this might be my favorite line I've ever written, actually. 9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic? I wrote this fic in 17 days... so no. there was really no time for anything else to even cross my mind 😅 BUT, the title was originally going to be "paper snowflakes, cardboard reindeer" just to play off of all the decorations that Eddie finds tacky. 13. What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? This was my first time writing Ronance. I felt comfy writing the Steddie parts, but I was so nervous that I might get the dynamic wrong for Ronance. So the song that helped me through this was She by dodie. It's so bubbly and achy and exactly the energy that I wanted Nancy to have as her feelings develop further. 14. Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? Since this is a The Holiday au, I wanted to stay true to the film in a lot of ways. But I also took TONS of creative liberties as well. The biggest rewrite I did was the ending. All of the characters have a plan for their long distance relationships. This felt more concrete. And as someone who did *cough* five years *cough* of on again/off again ldr - I found it to be helpful to have finite plans. So that's exactly what I gave these characters. Plans and goals and sheer drive to continue the relationships, even when miles are between them.

Thank you SO MUCH for asking these!! Please have an absolutely wonderful day! xx 💕💖

#harmony asks 🪄

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jealousy, jealousy

MASTERLIST // TAGS // PLAYLIST // ASKS // LYTA // AIEK like and reblog and leave commentary and send messages! do all the things! it makes writing so much more fun! author’s note: i can’t believe how requested this was! genuinely half my inbox is this request, lol. i love you all for caring so much about their story and wanting more of it. continue sending ideas for blurbs in so i can write more! i love seeing ames and harry as parents. okay, send your thoughts to my inbox and i’ll respond later! logging off for now. love you!

Harry didn’t notice it at first, and maybe that’s his fault. Maybe he’s to blame for that. Maybe he and Amélie are to blame for not realizing sooner that Hensley was feeling neglected and lost amidst her siblings. He feels horribly for that, naturally he does, because how could he have missed such blatant signs from his baby, his little butterfly. His focus has been on his youngest two (the two under two), with moving and settling into their new life, all while working on a new album and trying to maintain his marriage. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes he was making a year and a half ago. Things were good, now. So good. Or so he thought.

Harry began noticing the shift in her behavior after school one day. Hensley wasn’t really interested in talking to him on the car ride home, instead playing with her figurines that she brought with her to class and staying quiet in the backseat. Stevie was babbling happily to herself, or maybe to him, reaching over for her blanket and pacifier and falling asleep in the backseat before they’ve even gotten home. Once they arrive home, it’s the same routine as it is every day. Unbuckle the children and get the two (or three on busy days) inside, snack, homework, play, dinner, bath, story, bed, repeat. Usually, this goes smoothly and Harry and Amélie don’t have to worry about Hensley in the meanwhile, but today is just not a day without emotions and tears and lots of big feelings.

Hensley mumbles something under her breath as Harry goes to unbuckle her seatbelt, kissing her cheek and getting ready to leave her side of the car. He asks her to repeat herself, listening carefully as she says, “Papa, porte-moi, s’il vous plait?”

Harry looks between the sleeping toddler in the seat next to hers and the way his eldest’s eyes are brimming with tears and decides to tackle the double hold for the walk to the house. He sighs with a smile, says, “Of course, my little butterfly,” and lifts her onto his hip, noticing for certain the way she’s clinging a little bit tighter and snuggling into him. He says yes because he knows it won’t be like this forever, where she wants him to hold her and comfort her, and he’ll take these days and never take them for granted. “Have to get Stevie, now. Okay, Hen?” Hensley nods without saying a word. Harry strategically unbuckles the toddler and lifts her onto his other hip, managing to carry the two girls on him and into the house without a misstep. He’s seasoned, now, a practiced father of three, this is easy.

“Mama, we’re home!” Harry shouts into the kitchen, setting his keys in the tiny bowl next to the door and kicking off his shoes. He can hear Amélie singing in the kitchen, and he assumes she’s soothing their six-month-old before getting back to work. Amélie is working on east coast time, and it’s making her days long and tiresome. “C’mon, Henny, let’s get your shoes off and go have a snack.” Harry tries to set Hensley on the ground, only to be firmly rejected by her hands gripping tighter to his shoulders. Her eighth birthday is just around the corner, and she’s getting to be a bit too big to hold this way, but he grunts and ignores the twinge in his back and sighs, accepting that she simply doesn’t want to let go.

Stevie pats Harry’s shoulders silently to be let on the ground, taking her pacifier and blanket, and toddling into the kitchen to find her mother, babbling, “Mama, Mama, Mama” over again.

Harry sets Hensley on the bottom step of the stairs, untying her shoes and smiling at her as she sits quietly. Harry can tell that something is off, something’s not right, and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. “Is something wrong, Hen?” Hensley sighs and shakes her head. “Hensley Grace, tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

“Papa, you can’t fix it! That’s why I can’t tell you! Je veux Mama!”

Harry nods without saying a word, setting her shoes to the side, sighing when she immediately rushes around him and runs to her mother in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around her midsection and crying into her stomach. He walks into the kitchen, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders when his wife gives him a questioning look, his attention immediately going towards their infant in the swing next to the table.

Amélie notices, then, the way the attention shifts, and everything is different, and she knows exactly what’s wrong.

“Hensley Grace,” she says, sliding her hands under her arms and lifting her onto her waist, setting her on the kitchen counter to properly look at her, “why are you crying, my love?”

“J'ai besoin d'un câlin, Mama.”

Amélie immediately wraps her arms around their daughter, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead. Harry turns his attention away from their infant and leans against the counter, sighing when his wife blinks away tears. He realizes then, what’s going on, much to his dismay, and how much of it is his own fault. “Are you feeling jealous, Hensley? Are Mama and Papa not spending enough time with you?”

“All my friends get to have special days with their mamas and their papas. I don’t get that, Mama,” Hensley sniffles, hiccupping as she tries to swallow back her tears. Amélie wipes her eyes gently and sets her hands on the counter beside their daughter, looking at her properly. “Mama, you and Papa are always busy with Stevie and Jude, or you’re working on your movies, and no one wants to play with me anymore. Je suis exclu, Mama. I miss when Papa and I used to go out just us and get our nails done and when you would take baths with me, Mama. It’s all about Stevie and Jude, now! Makes me sad, Mama. Did I do something wrong? Was I bad?”

“Oh, baby,” Amélie sighs, brushing their daughter’s hair behind her ear and wrapping her arms around her body, hugging her tightly and nodding towards her husband to say something.

“Hensley, Mama and I don’t mean to make it seem like it’s always about Stevie and Jude. You’re just such a big girl and can do so much independently that we’ve thought we should spend more time helping the little ones who can’t do things on their own.”

“Papa, I’m only seven! I’m little, too!”

“Harry,” Amélie says warningly, shaking her head and gently bringing Hensley’s face to meet hers. “Hensley Grace, you are still our baby, even when you are seven years old, and we haven’t been giving you enough attention, but that’s not because you did something wrong or you’re bad, sweetheart. You’re the best girl, my little butterfly. You’re so smart and beautiful and you’re the best big sister in the whole world. Papa and I are so lucky we have a daughter like you.”

Hensley sniffles and nods at her mother’s words, but Amélie knows that she’ll need more than words to feel better. Hensley is like her in that sense – words aren’t simply enough. Amélie looks to Harry and shakes her head as she scoops their daughter into her arms and holds her tightly. “Mama, je peux dormir avec toi?”

“Of course, you can, my love,” Amélie smiles sadly, looking at Harry and nodding towards where their son is beginning to stir and fuss. Harry quickly gets him and soothes him, preventing an interruption to their conversation. “How about I help you with your homework, today? Once you’re all finished, you can help Papa make dinner. Just you two.”

Hensley hiccups and wipes her eyes with the back of her hands, “Okay, Mama.”

Amélie and Harry don’t really mention the conversation much throughout the rest of the night, simply sharing looks with each other as Hensley goes about her night as usual with their family. Hensley slowly becomes less upset and angry, staying close to Harry as they make dinner together, talking about her day at school and her friends, and playing with her younger sister and brother after dinner. Amélie keeps an eye on her closely, trying to make sure that she’s not hiding her feelings from them, again. Hensley, however, is back to her usual self, happy and healthy and enjoying the little moments. Friday nights are always the best nights because Hensley gets to say up a bit later and watch a movie before bed with Mama and Papa, it's their only time together, and it seems now more than ever it’s necessary to have.

Harry and Amélie hold to their promise, having Hensley staying in their room after her shower and cuddling into their comforter, her teddy bear tucked beneath her arm and her head laying in between her mother and father as they lay against the headboard, Amélie reading silently as Harry watches Hensley watch the movie. Harry’s staring doesn’t go unnoticed by her, earning a “Papa, why are you staring at me?” from Hensley.

“I’m sorry that you’ve felt left out lately, Hensley Grace. I’ve been paying so much attention to your sister and brother and not spending enough time with you. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t want to be with you. I always want to spend time with you.”

“Papa?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Am I still your best friend? I know Mama is your best friend, but am I still your best friend, too?” Hensley says curiously, looking away from the screen and towards her father. “Can’t have four best friends, Papa.”

“And who said I can’t have four best friends, huh?” Harry looks at her fondly, a smile spreading across his lips as he kisses her forehead. “Of course, my little butterfly. You and Mama are my best friends in the whole world. Best friends I’ve ever had. Along with Stevie and Jude, of course.”

Hensley nods and then, quietly, almost nervously, admits, “Papa, I want to spend more time with you and Mama. Just us. Juste nous.”

“That can be arranged, Hensley Grace,” he says confidently, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her into his chest, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair, breathing in the familiar scent that all his children seem to have. “Mama and I love you more than anything in this whole world, you know that, right?”

“To Jupiter and Pluto, around the moon and the stars, and all the way back to wherever you are.”

“That’s right, my love.”

Hensley falls asleep halfway into the movie, turning to face Amélie and cuddling into her side as she slowly caresses her hair and cheeks. Harry’s quiet, much too quiet for her liking, and she wants to pick his brain about what he’s thinking, about what’s going through his mind as he’s lying on his back with his eyes wide open, very evidently contemplating something very heavy.

“Tell me what’s going on in that brain of yours,” Amélie whispers to Harry, carefully avoiding waking the sleeping seven-year-old beside her and staring over at him in the darkness. “You’ve not said a word since we turned off the movie and Hensley fell asleep.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Harry says after thinking for a few minutes, after contemplating his thoughts and what he should say. Amélie knows him better than anyone in this world, and there’s nothing he can hide from her, no matter how hard he really tries to keep his thoughts sane and without worrying her. “That’s my baby, Cherry, I should’ve noticed she was feeling excluded sooner. It shouldn’t have gotten this far. It shouldn’t have made her cry.”

“Harry.”

“I just, I’m the one that’s been home. I’m the one that’s been delegating my time to our children and trying to make sure all their needs are met. I am the one that wasn’t meeting our daughter’s need for attention. I assumed she was okay and kept going.”

“Baby,” Amélie whispers, gently maneuvering around their daughter and climbing out of bed and shuffling towards his side, sitting on the edge, and laying her hands on his cheeks, trying to make him meet her stare, “this isn’t all on you. I am just as guilty as you for doing this.”

“Hensley wanted you, Ames,” Harry sighs, shaking his head but holding her hands on his cheeks for comfort. “Hensley couldn’t even tell me what was wrong. All she wanted was you to make her feel better. I couldn’t even do that for her. What kind of father does that make me?”

“Harry, you’re the best kind of father, because you care so much that your little girl was upset that you’re up in bed thinking about everything you could’ve done differently. All Hensley wanted was a little alone time with us. Giving her that, tonight, and we’ll do it more often than we have been, already helped change her mood drastically. Did you see the smile on her face when she fell asleep? She was just happy to be alone with us, taking our whole attention.”

“I just never thought she’d be jealous because she’s always been so happy to be a big sister.”

“My love, it would be naïve of us to think that Hensley wouldn’t get jealous eventually. She’s still a child, a baby that needs our attention. Our baby, who isn't a grown adult that can everything on her own, still needs us. Our attention has been to the toddlers that need our attention, yes, but that doesn’t mean she can’t need us, too. Our time should be better delegated between the three. That’s all, I think. It doesn’t make us terrible parents, Harry, please know that.”

Harry looks at Amélie with softened eyes and a worried pout written across his lips, although now the lines in his forehead are decreasing and his cheeks release a breath that’s been pent up between them. “I love you, Amélie Fay. Always know exactly what to say.”

“Comes with the territory,” she shrugs off nonchalantly, as though she’s not the most considerate person he's ever met and the person that he loves most in the world. "Mothers have a magic book that tells us how to make everything better, didn’t you know that?”

“Had no idea,” Harry laughs quietly, shaking his head and leaning forward, puckering his lips for a kiss, and smiling when Amélie immediately leans into him and returns the gesture. “Must’ve got left out of that package as a father. All I have is the ‘Make More Babies with Your Hot Wife’ pamphlet. Think I did my fair research on that one.”

“Definitely did.”

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suzuki-violin-school · 3 years

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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.

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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cherriesradio · 3 years

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I would have given you the world, did that mean nothing to you?

Oikawa x Reader — Angst

Warnings: angst, cheating, very poorly edited lol, tumblr glitches >:[

Word Count: 1,477? Idk words a lair

“I just have practice. I’ll only be another minute.”

That was the first excuse. Which; you only realized by the end of the story. He repeated that statement every time you texted him, which was five times by now. You couldn’t question him, he always worked longer at practice. That’s something you loved about him, just how determined he is to get it right. To do his best. Apparently, that’s not how he looked at you.

“Just… get home soon. You know how worried I get. I care about you, and I want you to care about my feelings, too.” You said. It felt as if those words described everything you’ve been feeling the last few days.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be home as soon as I can. And of course I care about your feelings, why would I not?” Oikawa chuckled softly. You didn’t feel as comforted as you were meant to be.

And you had been to Iwaizumi’s house before. Sure it’s closer to the school then Oikawa’s, but it’s far compared to how close your house is. Could he not just stay at yours?

And it’s been only a few day since the first excuse.

And this time was much worse. You had only seen him at school the last few days, and you craved his touch. It felt like he must be a million miles away, and that he could emerge reach you.

You wanted him. Hell, at this point you could settle for just a call. Or a text. That’s all he’s given you in the last few days, anyway.

“I’m here!!”

Those words quickly rung through your ear, immediately sprinting to your front door. Oikawa, your darling Oikawa, was finally coming to visit you after a week.

“Toru!!” You cheered, throwing yourself into his arms. Sure they were open to you like normal, but it hasn’t been normal lately. But that’s fine. He’s tired, he can’t help it.

“Hey Cutie! How are you?” He said with that classic smirk, not quiet yours though. Your smirk was warm and made you feel fluffy, and cared for. This… this wasn’t your smirk.

But that’s besides the point. He’s still your Oikawa, isn’t he? He’s yours. Well, romantically anyway. Your not possessive.

The rest of the day was filled with not-quite-warm-enough cuddles, not-quite-sweet-enough kisses, and perfect little romcom worlds that the both of you adored.

By the end of the day, you had your head in his lap and were asleep.

You were disappointed when you woke to a dark room and feet shuffling out the door at 2 am.

TEN MISSED CALLS

Those three words ran through your head like they were in a marathon, and they were sure determined to win.

It’s been two weeks. If you did the math, that’s precisely 1.4 calls per day. Why didn’t he answer? Yes it’s the first week of summer, sure he was busy that last week of school. But isn’t graduation meant to be… romantic? No, not romantic per say, but it’s where the couples hop in the others arms and spin them around and kiss their lips likes it’s their last chance.

Maybe you should text him. Yeah, why didn’t you do that in the first place?

“Hey babe. What’s goin on? We haven’t talked in a while :(“

No, no. That makes you look desperate. Maybe that’s what you want though? No, you shouldn’t guilt trip him into hanging out with you.

“Hey babes!! Wanna hang out at the Park later? I’ll bring food ;]”

Too arrogant.

“Hey baby, wanna hang out later? I miss ya lol”

Perfect. Not to desperate, not to arrogant. Perfection. And sent.

Delivered.

Read.

“Ehhh I’m so sorry cutie, I promised the team I’d help them practice at the park today :(“

Course. He was working with them team.

It made sense, really. At least it should’ve. But it didn’t, not to you.

You sigh, you breath heavy and hot on your hand holding your phone. You brought it slightly closer to your face, proceeding to look at cute couples photos and yearning for the rest of the day.

“I’m forever yours.”

You heard those words on the regular. Heard. Why does he no long tell you he wants you to tell him every single thought that ever comes to your head? Why doesn’t he ask what’s on your mind and gets invested even if it’s the weather? Why doesn’t he profess his love to you in front of his team, showing off just how much he adores you?

Is he not happy with you?

“Their my other half.”

You never liked it when he called you that. He was his own person, and so were you. Did he want to be able to tell someone that? Did he want someone who would need him to survive?

“Your a cutie.”

You turned your head over to where you heard the familiar words. So warm, and inviting… so Oikawa. No, no, it’s probably just another cute couple. A couple with a brown haired and eyed man, who had the slyest smirk in the world.

“Y/n? Y/n, what are you staring at?” Yachi, your best friend (whom for some reason you didn’t tell any of this to) said, tapping your shoulder.

“Yachi. Can-can you see that?” You said, pointing towards your boyfriend. Your beloved Oikawa, sitting in a booth with a girl who you didn’t know existed till now, sipping from a milkshake that has two straws.

Silence. Yachi, your beloved and trusted, chatterbox of a girl, was silent.

“Y/n… are you alright?” She said. She put both her hands on your shoulders, pulled herself close to you. You didn’t even realize you were tearing up.

You always thought that people are like… cups. Through out any amount of time you can fill them, little by little. The more full they get… they more complicated feelings packed on top on each other… the cup slowely but surely fills up, all the way up to the top. When it’s filled over the top… the water spills out.

Tears spilled out of your eyes, shimmering and shinning in the fluorescent light of the shopping center.

“Yachi what do I do?” You whimpered. She already had her hand on the back of your head twisted with your hair, lightly pushing your head into her shoulder.

“Let’s go, just give me a second first.”

“Cutie, what are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” You said, your fists clenching, tears piling up in your “rim.”

“No, Cutie I have no clue.” He said. He stepped closer to you, gently setting his hand on your cheek. His hands are so warm and tough with calluses. So familiar.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to not let yourself whimper. “You were with a girl.”

Oikawa chuckled gently, as if all this was some joke you would pull for tik tok. “Possessive now, aren’t we Cutie?”

“No! Stop playing pretty boy for once in your life and take me seriously!” You almost yelled, pushing him away from you. He caught himself on your parents couch, you quietly thanked the lord that they weren’t home till very late.

“Cutie please just-“

“No!! Call me by my name, quit it with calling me your cutie! Hell, I’m detonating if I’m even yours anymore!”

That’s when your sure he finally realized. Realized you knew.

“Do you have any proof? Or are you just being paranoid?” He said, a fake sympathetic look on his face.

“Well.”

You picked up and logged into your phone, went into your messages with Yachi, and showed him Oikawa the photo she took one day ago now.

Oikawa, with his beautiful brown eyes and wavy hair, his pretty boy persona. With a girl, with long brown to blond ombré hair in a messy bun, with red cheeks. Red cheeks with a warm, calluses-covered hands gently placed on them, soft lips resting on hers.

You remembered just barely hearing the words said after that picture was taken, through Yachi’s barely-long-enough-to-reach-your-ear-hair.

“I burn you?”

“You melt me.”

RDISHSUAUAG JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS A LOT BESTIES

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roguelioness · 3 years

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about me

Tagged by @noire-pandora - thank you! ♥

1: Why did you choose your url?

I wish I had some deep, meaningful reason behind it, but it was more of a derpy way to express my feelings over not fitting in. Kinda become fond of it now, though :D

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Nope, don’t have the patience. I have one [1] dumpster fire blog and that’s all I need.

3: How long have you been on tumblr?

I signed up in late 2016, then deleted it, then re-joined Jan 2017. So 5-ish years. Which is... a whole lot more years than I expected. Damn.

4: Do you have a queue tag?

I do queue posts so that they’re more spread out, but I don’t have a queue tag. Never saw the reason for one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

It was soon after I began posting on AO3 and I noticed that a lot of the writers there had tumblr blogs, and I thought well, that’s what I need to do, so I did. [And I’m so glad I did. I wouldn’t have met any of the incredible people I’ve met otherwise ♥ ]

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

My icon is the cuter, more perfect version of me :D

7: Why did you choose your header?

My header is made up of all my wonderful ladies drawn by the incredibly talented @designfailure56. I love it so, so much, I will never, ever change it. [Fun fact - I have the same picture framed and hanging on a wall!].

8: What’s your post with the most notes?

I don’t know, and I honestly can’t be bothered to search ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

9: How many mutuals do you have?

No idea, but I love each and every one of them ♥

10: How many followers do you have?

More than I ever expected!

11: How many people do you follow?

130. I’m incredibly, incredibly picky about who I follow; I curate my Tumblr experience a great deal.

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

I don’t think so. If I did, it wasn’t deliberate, lol.

13: How often do you use tumblr each day?

A lot less than I used to. I log in once or twice a day to queue some posts, then leave.

When I first joined it was the only way I could hang out with other people in the fandom. The fandom isn’t as active these days, and what little remains tends to be quite clique-y, so I spend more time with friends elsewhere.

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

God, no. Who has the time or patience for that? I have limited energy and I’d rather spend that on people whose company I enjoy. Like I said, I’m picky over who I follow, and I stay away from drama.

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

It’s the easiest way to get me to not reblog posts. I don’t like to be guilted/shamed/emotionally manipulated into doing things, I’m perfectly capable of making that decision myself, thanks.

16: Do you like tag games?

Yes! I’m forever wishing it happened more often :D

17: Do you like ask games?

I do, but I don’t do them so much these days. It does get disheartening when I reblog an ask game post and get no asks (which I know can happen for a variety of reasons, but it’s still demoralizing when it does) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

18.Do you have a crush on a mutual?

All my friends are gorgeous, stunning people who I love and adore and cherish. Every single one of them. They’re so talented! So brilliant! So ineffably fantastic! ♥

Tagging @kagetsukai, @ma-sulevin, @ladydracarysao3, @wardenari, @shannaraisles, @thevikingwoman, @galadrieljones, @redinkofshame, @out-of-the-embers, @dungeons-and-dragon-age, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @designfailure56 @rhetoricalrogue, @ejunkiet, @kumaronoa, @long-liv-prairies

#ask meme #about me #rolo says some stuff

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archetypal-archivist · 3 years

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My Beloved, Penis

Fuck it. I was infected by Penis SMP by @demonboyhalo reblogging a bunch of it and the lack of consistent lore bugged me, so I somehow banged out 2000+ words of fanfic about the Penis SMP and how it got started. Lots of internet humor and classic MInecraft shenanigans in this one folks. *slaps roof* This baby can fit so much crack treated seriously, lol. This is also up on my AO3, Zazibine, if you would prefer to read it there.

_-_-_-_

It was never supposed to get so big. It was just an SMP with a couple friends of his he had met from the Hypixel discord server, where he had logged on simply to trash talk the absolute asshole who had dared to kill him last minute in bedwars, only to stumble upon said asshole- going under the name shittyfartbaby69 of all things- complaining to his girlfriend(?) Milfboss in the voice chat. Thirty minutes later of awkward hellos and the manliest of bitching at each other (with Milf chiming in every once in a while to roast them both), and PenisUnavailable had perhaps his first Minecraft friend in, like, forever.

Then Admiral_Anus had entered chat, bitching about his competitor in ABBA Mining and his bullshit bad luck and the whole process repeated. By the end of the day, Penis had three new friends, a private discord server for the four of them, and a promise to meet up with them in Hypixel next Sunday for the ultimate round of bedwars.

The game went spectacularly. Somehow, Admiral had some of the best bridging skills any of them had ever seen, and between Milfboss' terrifying Scottish screaming and pvp and Shitty with his clutch TNT skills, the three of them almost made up for Penis' awful depth perception. They still lost around forty percent of their games, but that was certainly better than Penis' own abysmal record, not helped with his habit of walking off the edge at inconvenient times.

And it was... fun. Usually bedwars was just him playing in his bedroom alone for an hour before he rage-quit and went back to survival for a bit before he died to fall damage and rage quit that too. But shittyfartbaby69 would crack dirty jokes that he'd never even heard of before, and Milfboss would roast him for looking it up on reddit and Shitty would cuss her out as he tried to prove that no, he was being original- all while Admiral would comment of them as if they were a sideshow display. Then Admiral_Anus would turn around and knock an enemy player off their island with some clever pvp and they would all hoot and holler and swear for a while before going back to their conversation, joking about forgetting the topic and starting up a running gag about something new.

And their accents, mmm. PenisUnavailable would never say it, but he really was as American as white Wonder bread and Milfboss' Scottish brogue, Admiral's smooth British snark, and Shitty's shrieking in Australian, well. Ear candy, you know? Even if he teased them mercilessly for pronouncing shit wrong, like "buhguhr". Ppffttt, it still cracked him up how Milfboss had threatened to murder him after the dictionary app on his phone had proved him right that it was actually "Bur-gur", even if Admiral kept insisting it was pronounced "bruh-girl".

Four hours and twenty-eight wins later, they had agreed to meet up the next day to play again, preferably at an hour that wasn't two am for Shitty again. (It was two am for Shitty again, although that was because they played for six that time.) Eventually, it just became a regular thing, them playing bedwars and competing at ABBA Caving- the one game Penis was unnaturally good at, much to Admiral's annoyance- to the point where they ran out of funny jokes about their competitors and the game itself and started talking personal anecdotes.

Milfboss owned a motorcycle. Admiral, entirely independently, also owned a motorcycle, as that was the only vehicle of reasonable speed and style that could actually handle the London traffic. Shitty couldn't drive at all, something about never passing his driving test. Admiral ate cheese at breakfast. Shitty liked to burn his garbage in a metal oil drum in his backyard. Milfboss posted herself singing covers of shit over on Youtube. And it wasn't just real life stuff either- their minecraft skills were also on the table for them all to collectively roast.

Admiral had never seen a single Minecraft Championship. Milfboss thought a flat cobblestone roof was entirely acceptable. Shitty's favorite block was the flint and steel. (That's not a block, sixty-niner. Shut up, is too. OoOh, real clever, 'shut up'! Uh, how about no? How about I fuckin' make you, ever think 'a that? No nono nonono, I'm on two hearts! I'm on two hearts, stop!) It made him curious, honestly. He wanted to see Milf's builds for himself, get revenge on Shitty, see if Admiral really could beat the Ender Dragon with a knockback stick like he said he could.

So he made a minecraft server. And they all joined it. (And stuck PenisUnavailable with the bill, suckaaahhh~!)

Predictably, it all went to Hell in a hand basket pretty quick.

See, it's one thing to play with nutters like his friends in a structured set up like Hypixel games, it's quite another to try and keep a semblance of order in an open world survival server like the Penis SMP. The first five minutes had been him trying to explain the rules and teleporting everyone back to spawn over and over as they tried to "escape the cops," ie, him. The next five minutes was Shitty scream-laughing "scatter!" and other John Mulany references down the mic as everyone ran off to start their houses. Penis, as he was still "god" at that moment, used admin commands to find the closest flower field biome to settle into, hoping for some- ha- peace and quiet.

Shitty, inevitably, ended up trying to settle in the fucking Nether. Like a mad lad, you know, as you do when you are apparently obsessed with all things lava. Milfboss ended up making an oak plank box of a "tree house" in a dark oak forest, while Admiral_Anus picked a nearby swamp for his starter base. Outside of that, they just kinda vibed in discord as they tried to fend off the mobs and get enough resources to try and build up houses that were a bit more than cobblestone towers and wood boxes- er, mostly. Milf kinda just fucked off to go mining, found a skeleton spawner by chance, and made a set of iron gear to stand in the dungeon room with to just chill and kill mobs for a while. She ended up with something like 45 levels and burned her only diamond on an enchanting table so she could buff the Hell out of her iron weapons and armor.

Penis, rather typically, he though to himself, put together a basic sheep farm and started work on a cute little cobblestone cave base. He managed to get a whole twenty by twenty block room done and fully furnished before he noticed the chat full of Shitty's death messages and went to go investigate. After nearly dying in lava twice, he managed to find Shitty's pile of items floating on a basalt pillar about a hundred blocks out from his... base?

It was a soccer ball. Shitty's base was a perfect fucking spherical soccer ball made up of quartz blocks and basalt. Just. What. The Fuck??? Then out popped shittyfartbaby69 and it was PenisUnavailable's turn to misjudge a jump and plummet right into lava. Fifteen minutes and much shrieking later about losing his diamond pick, and it turns out that Shitty didn't really care about his lost items, as he really only had four gold picks, a stack of dark oak, two furnaces, a bucket, and thirteen cooked mutton to his name. Not even a bed, the fucker. He just ran back to his portal from spawn every time he just burned to death, taking the chance to gather resources on the way back each time.

And no, he wasn't following a tutorial for his "football" base. Jerk. (Although Penis did have to admire his determination...)

The day ended on Milfboss, Shitty, and Penis reconvening back at spawn to try and hunt down Admiral_Anus, who they found later having built a thirty block tall castle of all things. Out of cobble stone and the windows weren't quite even, but still, it was pretty impressive. And of course, when presented with a castle, what can what do but siege it? So they lay siege to the castle and Milfboss curb-stomped Admiral in pvp and laid claim to the throne, crowning herself queen before summarily throwing the rest of them out. It was a good day.

And the day after was a good day. They played dodge ball crossed with hide and seek in forest around Penis' house with arrows supplied by Milfboss. And the day after that, too, where they had a building competition using nothing but cobble stone, specifically to spite Milfboss, who had kicked all of their asses the day before. In fact, three wonderful weeks passed of doing normal Minecraft shit and being friends passed by, and every bit of it was great fun.

And then came the fucking role play.

PenisUnavailable would have liked to preface that with he only participated under duress, but really, Milfboss had been queen for too long and nobody wanted to risk TNT cannoning any of Shitty's nice builds, so. Well, the castle was better than his drafty cave, alright? It was cold and wet and didn't have a proper door because aesthetic (and because it usually took him several tries to work an iron pressure plate door), so there were far too many mobs wandering in at night and spawn camping him. He and Shitty had almost the same number of deaths and Shitty lived in the fucking Nether.

So yeah. Castle time, baby! Daddy needs a new home! And Admiral obviously wasn't happy living out of Milf's awful tree house hot box where they all did drugs together on day fifteen and it still smelled of burnt wheat seeds, aka "weed." It was only obvious that they teamed up to try and take back the castle.

The battle itself didn't exactly go great, but it wasn't exactly horrible either. A lot of shouting shit at each other for fifteen minutes, the majority of which he wouldn't remember until it was too late- something about server unity?- only to find out that it wasn't two on one girl boss, it was two on a girl boss and her "baked out of his mind" henchman, also known as Shitty in a squirrel furry skin.

The ears man. Those stupid (cute) ears.

And then they were running for their lives because Milf had somehow gotten her hands on a flame bow with infinity enchants.

It all culminated in a dramatic stand-off in front of Shitty's Nether Soccer ball, Milf on one side, diamond axe in hand, not a bit of armor on because of an unfortunate run in with lava, Penis and Admiral on the other, picks in hand, threatening to tear down shittyfartbaby69's base. Shitty wasn't online just then to comment, but they could all hear him click-clacking away on his keyboard so he obviously hadn't gone to sleep just yet like he said he had. At an impasse, and unable to justify letting her teammate's home be used as collateral, Milfboss stood down and gave up her "crown," an enchanted golden Prot IV helmet she had gotten off a skeleton from her spawner.

Then the great betrayal, the beginning of the end. Shitty came back online. 96-Cam joined the game, not that they noticed in the chaos. Admiral-Anus cackled wildly and PMed Milfboss the message that Shitty had sent him, giving Team Gay Sex permission to tear down his base in the name of winning the war if it came down to it- making Milf's sacrifice worthless in the end. Penis gave another dramatic speech, circling around Shitty, who was acting weirdly apologetic to Milf about betraying her and still wearing that fucking squirrel furry skin.

"You see Milf, there's one thing more powerful than a girl boss, and when it comes down to wars between kingdoms, there's something you need to remember!" Penis got out his golden ax, helpfully labeled 'Piss Off'. "And that's a dilf with something to lose!" An enderpearl in his off hand and he teleported behind Milf, catching on fire from the lava but still landing the last hit needed to finish her off. She puffed into a cloud of EXP, swearing up a storm, and then Admiral and Penis turned their gaze to the cheering Shitty.

"AAAAAYYY, LET'S GO DADDY!" the squirrel man screeched, wild laughter shorting out the discord voice chat, making him go quiet in patches when the volume overloaded the client. Behind him, Admiral quietly started building a chair out of birch fence posts and slabs.

"Not so fast, shit-ty-fart-baaaaa-byyyyy~, this isn't quite over yet!" Penis fucking chirped, barely holding back his laughter. "You're still a fucking traitor and we can't have you backstabbing us too. Get in the chair for Daddy, okay baby?"

Admiral finished the chair just in time for Shitty to turn around and see the completed monstrosity, shrieking dying off immediately. "Oh screw you, that's just mean. The Hell man? That's not a chair, that's illegal. If you want an electric chair or some shit, just ask. That's just sad." Mentally shrugging, Admiral lit up his work with a flint and steel while Penis pillared up above where Shitty was building an electric chair out of iron bars and trap doors. Admiral nudged Shitty into the chair, Penis dumped a bucket of lava over the edge of the pillar so it flowed over him, and Shitty started giving a soliloquy about how betrayal and how his love for his "Daddy" still "burned strong".

Like his dick. Apparently.

By the time the lava finally hit the floor and burned Shitty to death, Penis was crying with laughter, shrieking down the mike and banging on the desk hard enough to make him forget that his was still on the mouse, making him mine the block under him with the bucket and sending him hurtling to his fiery death too.

It was a good day... almost.

Because, as it turned out, shittyfartbaby69 was actually a tiktokker of some renown and his cam account had record everything. And he had uploaded the bit to tiktok, as you do, where it went viral, where it wasn't supposed to. And Milfboss, who had recently been uploading covers of herself singing old classic Minecraft songs, had attracted the Minecraft fandom kids to her twitter, where she had gone to post her rage about the events of her dethroning and Shitty's execution.

Penis SMP had gotten on. Fucking. Trending. And now everyone was demanding the full clip, their names, their Twitch streamer handles, their characters' backstories.

The masses wanted lore.

Penis watched in disbelief, head in his hands and mouth agape as sugar crash played over a clip of him killing Milf on loop.

They were making memes.

...Oh god. They were screwed.

#penismp #penis smp #fanfiction #minecraft #my writing #crack #crack treated seriously #also on ao3 #penisunavailable #milfboss #shittyfartbaby69 #admiral_anus

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ruluxe · 3 years

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tagged by @gaytaiga , so sorry this took forever but thank you for tagging me! <3

1. why did you choose your url? I've been through 3 url changes on here, two from back when I was largely in the Katekyo Hitman Reborn fandom. I was rubyfiamma for the longest time. Ruby goes back to a really old mmorpg handle of mine (rubymax) and when i got into khr, I loved Gokudera so much that I made my first 59xRuby (59 being the fandom code for Gokudera) then rubyfiamma (ruby -= red, fiamma = flame which was the colour of Gokudera's storm flame). Now we're here, at ruluxe. I've shortened my name to just Ru and Luxe is a play off my last name irl. I'm older and needed a change so it's just. Me.

2. any side blogs? I have 3 - @1-800-slut4shiro (VLD sideblog back when I was active in the fandom), @delicotwilight (gangsta. sideblog), @illuquestex (aesthetic sideblog I rarely use anymore) (also used to have a ton of khr rp blogs but I don't rp anymore sadly)

3. how long have you been on tumblr? 2013-2014, I think. I left in 2018 and I came back this year.

4. do you have a queue tag? it's just ru.que !

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I was convinced by an 8059 facebook group to move here for more content and to get more exposure for my fanfics

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? Well I ended up coming back to tumblr because I fell hard for aokaga again, so I chose them to illustrate my current obsession AND ofc these specifically because @anjizu makes the best edits <3

7. why did you choose your header? same answer as above!

8. what’s your post with the most notes? My edit: Thus spoke Rohan Kishibe

9. how many mutuals do you have? I apologize if I leave anyone out, but I've been away for a long time and lost touch with a lot of my mutuals from before, also idk who a lot of you are because of url changes. I've made some new ones tho too! They're just too much to count rn but shoutouts to @for-the-saba , @cheshagirl , @korok-no-ballsket , @spaztictwitch , @vongolathetenth , @anjizu , @kuroosden , @explodoriot , @jennyonthenet , @ahobaka-trash , @gaytaiga, @hybristophilica , @hkbs-world, @imaginarydragonling, @fujitsubos , @deafeningcat, @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime , @colorseeingchick , @josukesbeetch , @what-the-fuck-khr and more for always being in my dms and notes <3

10. how many followers do you have? 1024, a testament of how long I've been here lol

11. how many people do you follow? 1202, I have a tendency to follow back if a blog has similar interests, unless they have a DNI list or they're minors

12. have you ever made a shitpost? mm... maybe? once upon a time, i'm sure

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? logged in all the time but i've been using it less frequently because i've been super busy TAT

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? A few; one very big blog in the Free! fandom during the sourin/rinharu shipwar, and a few anons with khr AND knb shiphate, and once in the gangsta. fandom when someone jumped the gun on a callout post before knowing their shit

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I usually give them a read and if it's worth spreading the word, I reblog but I don't always pay attention to them

16. do you like tag games? love em! sometimes it just takes me a while to get back but feel free to tag me any time!

17. do you like ask games? same goes as the above!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? i'm pretty sure i'm mutuals with a few tumblr famous ppl but idr most of them, i'm so sorry i've been away for too long

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? I love my gf @for-the-saba <3 <3 (check out her amazing art)

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, and the mutuals I mentioned earlier! No obligations tho x

#gaytaiga #ru.replies #tag meme #thank you again buddy! <3 #long post #also nico if you're reading this: what the hell is url :') you have a spot above there too

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lokisasylum · 3 years

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Check In Tag!

Tagged by : @parkandblues (thanks, hun 🦋)

1. Why did you choose your url?

“lokisasylum”... I think i’ve explained this a lot, but “Loki” is a nickname I was given since my school days because I was a hardcore trickster & would get away with anything and everything. I also recall being VERY persuasive when caught until I got off the hook. While “Asylum” comes from an album by Disturbed (one of the bests I own).

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them?

Yep, @arsenicbutterfly which is like an aesthethic/anime/cyberpunk/steampunk/grunge blog, and I also have @lokirasengan-fc which I originally created with the intention of moving all my fanart/artwork (also promote my Society6 & Redbubble shops) to in order to separate my main blog for BTS news/post and that one for artwork but none of my mutuals really followed me on it so its basically a dead blog >_>

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

I think since 2010 which is the same year the (Disturbed) “Asylum” album came out.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I don’t know, never really thought about it.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Hmm... I remember 2009-2010 to be a very chaotic years.

- the Death Note fandom went up in flames due to the MILLIONS of cases of cyber bullying (some ending in s**cide). I remember being part of this RP group within the fandom that I ended up quitting when I got admitted into Graduate School and because 2 of the oldest members ended up being actual PSYCHOS. (Which is why I also quitted roleplaying)

- Deviantart was rumored to either be shutting down or heading into a worse fate since they started censoring Mature Art/Literature/Fanfics (I remember all the artists who had their 20something chaptered fics and comics OBLITERATED off the site without a reason). So many people left DA for other blogs and I remember thinking the same, that I needed to migrate elsewhere. I tried 2 new social medias that eventually disappeared with less than a year of existence and then there was tumblr with had apparently been created for that very purpose (as a refuge for artists & people in general who were disappointed or got screwed over by the system). Which is funny because tumblr ended up the same way...

I still kept both my DA accounts active and I still post ALL of my artwork/photography there.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

I usually changed my icon frequently, but this recent/current icon is special to me, because it was made as a tattoo design for my Jikook Vampire fic (Forever, You Said) of a butterfly trapped between a Full Moon/New Moon. Its a matching tattoo between jikook (Jimin’s is a yellow butterfly inside a new moon, while JK’s is a blue butterfly inside a full moon). Meant to symbolize how both existed in the same timeline separated by two worlds with Jimin being a vampire and Jungkook being human, but their lives got intertwined since their first meeting.

7. Why did you choose your header?

[I legit had to go back and check what my header was ‘cause i forgot]

Because I mean... Its Park Motherfucking Jimin.

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Like... this month? I think its the post about BTS as Flower Spirits from the HYBE museum.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Few but I love them (same)

10. How many followers do you have?

635... damn, when did that happened?? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!

11. How many people do you follow?

Like 14ish? Most of them were fanartists I really admired, but sadly most of them aren’t active or left for Twitter cause people kept coming to tumblr to steal their art and post it on twitter/instagram. So they moved to twitter in order to have some “control” over their works, but now people steal their art from Twitter and come to post it on Tumblr 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

And this is why I still post most of my art on Deviantart.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I... I dunno, have I? Oo

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

24hrs/7 days a week, I never really log out of tumblr. So I just wake up, eat breakfast/lunch (whatever’s available at 11am), do chores around the house, make sure my fam’s healthy, fed and comfy before I jump back into tumblr where I kill off most of the day and night. If I’m not here I’m on deviantart or Ao3.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

I usually avoid going to other blogs to argue per se because most of these blogs that shitpost for the sake of creating conflict are very young and very ignorant. They never see reason/logic even when you slap ‘em across the face with receipts. So I don’t bother.

HOWEVER, ain’t afraid to calling people out through my own posts from time to time without the need to name names. If it fits, it ships and if you offended that’s a YOU problem.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I avoid them as much as possible. I’m like Taehyung on that note, I’m the type of person that if you try to force me to do something and I see no benefit (for me) in it? I won’t do it.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes, they’re fun and break the monotony.

17. Do you like ask games?

I do... but no one ever interacts with me for them 🙃

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Eehh.. maybe @utopiajeon , @debrenner , @aikimei

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

I mean I love them and think they’re awesome people, but I also think of them as the children I don’t plan on having in the future. LOL

20. Tags?

@utopiajeon @doctorcerberus @i-like-plain-rice @corkytheguar anyone who wants to do it!🌸

#tag #tag game #tag meme #for fun #mutuals

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softhairedhotch · 3 years

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tagged by @goobzoop <33

1. why did you choose your url?

because aaron has soft hair, and i just thought it was really cute!! :))

2. any side blogs?

for some reason, two? but i literally never use them?? like there's nothing on them, not even a pfp?? i would say their username savers but even then, what for? what am i planning to do with them? who knows, because i certainly don't??

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

years and years, dunno exactly how long, but i've had this specific account since 2018. i deleted everything though and started anew sometime mid-march and now here i am :))

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope, don't queue things.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

read some cool hotch fics, logged back into this account for the first time in forever to like them and read them again, and then i just... started making random posts? then those posts quickly became headcanons, and then eventually i started writing lil fics/drabbles :))

6. why did you choose your icon?

because aaron,,, he looks so so soft,, and then i added the bisexual and non-binary border because i am both of those things <33

(also aaron is totally bisexual, just wanted to throw that out there)

7. why did you choose your header?

it used to be thomas gibson blowing a kiss but idk it didn't really look good there? so now it's just some cool aesthetic picture that is dark blue because i thought it looked cool!!

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

the one about soft things that aaron has done for others, which has 303 notes <33

9. how many mutuals do you have?

i have no clue, but quite a few? i'd say like, just under 60? (i did go and count but i think i miscounted lol, so yeah, around 60)

10. how many followers do you have?

436 <33

11. how many people are you following?

134,, oops.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

most definitely. dunno what, but i must have done.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

a few hours at most?

14. did you have an argument with another blog once?

no.

15. how do you feel about “you really need to reblog this” posts?

i don't like them, personally, but it depends on the post. i don't like the ones where they guilt-trip someone into doing so, or makes them scared, but the ones that can truly help someone are mostly okay.

16. do you like tag games?

yes! although i suck at doing them haha.

17. do you like ask games?

yes, same answer as 16!

18. which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

@tobias-hankel hehe

tagging: @scorpio-hotch <33 ( + anyone who wants to do it!)

#about me #cas talks

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swithe-ist · 3 years

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cheers @darknesshayz ~~

1: Why did you choose your url?

I’m not good with coming up with usernames, often I just resort to gibberish, but I thought I’d put (any) effort in. I have an interest in linguistics. The name comes from regularly (i.e. following the rules) modernized renditions of OE “swíþ” + “ýst”, meaning “vehement, strong” + “storm, tempest”. It’s not out of any deep attachment to the imagery to be honest, just thought it did the job, lmao. It’s a bit stupid and wanky, especially as this nearly immediately became an exclusively Holby City blog.

2: Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them

Nah, I had an old account ages ago. Thought I’d make another, for novelty’s sake. Had high hopes for the blog before quickly discovering I couldn’t really be bothered. Which is why it’s mostly just holby stuff thus far.

3: How long have you been on Tumblr?

Uhhh, idk, lol. A long time? Not forever, but long enough.

4: Do you have a queue tag?

Nope, I don’t post that much. Just caremad stuff after Holby airs, tbh.

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was watching the Gaskell SL and reading comments in the tags, and started to get mad maybe only a handful of people were seeing or talking about the Johnrik subtext. I figured I was morally obligated to join in lol, and have stubbornly stuck to the show since.

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

To match my username. A swithe ist! ⛈ ⛈

7: Why did you choose your header?

huh, lol I don’t think I have one. I don’t really give a crap about personalization. I was doing that shit in highschool, on Neopets 20 years ago, I don’t care anymore. I’m here to scream into the void, not look cool.

8: What's your post with the most notes?

No idea lol. Probably something from ages ago, the fandom’s mostly moved on.

9: How many mutuals do you have?

10: How many followers do you have?

62, quite a lot of them porn blogs lol.

11: How many people do you follow?

52, with maybe 10-ish of them who post with any kind of regularity.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

A couple. But I’m not good at funny so I don’t usually bother.

13: How often do you use Tumblr each day?

There’s a lull during the day as most of my followers are asleep. So, mornings and evenings usually.

14: Did you ever had a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

Not a fight, and not properly on here, but jeez that off-site discord was a disaster, lol (jokes on me, the name of the site is ‘discord’). I thought I’d try being less anonymous and interact more directly with the fandom. Not gunna make that mistake again. My bad.

15: How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

Annoying. Tumblr is escapist for me, so being harrangued by yooves high on their self-righteousness gets up my nose. It’s mostly liberal, slacktivist circle-jerks. Log off and do something useful.

16: Do you like tag games?

Like this? I don’t mind, I spose.

17: Do you like ask games?

I’m guessing this is those ‘post an emoji if ____’ type of things? Yeah sure, if I’m in the mood.

18: Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

None, lol. Not bothered.

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope, did not sign up here for that.

20: Tagging:

No-one! Have at, if you like.

#personal #my very exciting blog

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rpbetter · 3 years

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I genuinely don’t think the problem is as deep as people are seeing it as, with that whole resource blog and vent blog drama. I was there when it began, and it started because someone sent a submission that was recognizable enough to trace to that resource blog, who ended up calling themself out, and then a bunch of people dogpiling them, and then it turned into the 2021 edition of good old tumblr wank, mocking sockpuppets included. I essentially watched a bunch of 30 year olds call each other doodooheads like a couple kids on the playground, but at least kids forgive and forget after a day or two.

That’s probably why they’re avoiding this situation like the plague. The first time a submission went through about that resource blog, it made people feud like the Montagues and Capulets. Obviously they don’t wanna risk fueling that type of drama again. If it’s true that they aren’t letting these submissions through and it isn’t tied to reasons like tumblr eating the ask, then it’s probably because they don’t wanna be involved in this drama anymore. And I don’t blame them, because honestly, even as an observer I’m tired of seeing it, I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be for y’all who are actually involved. Geez. Who even has the energy for this much drama anyway? I’m tired just getting outta bed.

Sorry, Anon, I really had to!

Anyway, I'm sorry it took forever to get to your message, not only did I need a break from this, I needed to space out things related to it, it had taken over the blog. I appreciate that, despite how over it all you are, you were polite about how you feel. I know that is not always easy, and I do really appreciate it!

I hope that you don't feel I am being hostile to you about anything I say, it isn't meant that way. Differences of opinion, when not expressed hatefully, are always welcome here. I'm just going to try to express some of this situation from another perspective, and full disclosure, I'm pretty pissed off about it whether or not I actively want to be. This did impact my hobby, it did hurt people I care about, and I cannot believe such an unnecessary act lead to shit that is still going on.

On the first point...most things aren't as deep as we're given to feel they are after we've been made to feel incredibly unsafe, targeted, repeatedly let down and lied to, and experienced an astronomical level of sketchy behavior out of muns in a position that one is supposed to have some minor level of responsibility (as well as decent comportment) within. So, maybe it isn't that deep, but at this point, I very much cannot blame people for their concerns and suspicions.

And it was incredibly sketchy. CoaR, I'm just going to say it, everyone knows of which blog we're speaking at this point, did all of the following, breaking their own rules for moderation repeatedly:

allowed an actual, openly stated, callout blog to interact with their posts

allowed a meme blog to use their posts for the point of off-blog drama mongering, callouts, and outing themselves

would not moderate this situation as stated in their rules, when they've a bit of nasty record in the not too distant past of mass-blocking for far less and far more questionable reasons

did bother to post about how they weren't getting involved, as though this did not break multiple rules and absolutely is one's problem if it is your vent blog someone is using to create and foster bullying - simply giving the bizarre statement that blocking won't help anyone, when that isn't the point at all lol the point is being intolerant of people using your blog, that has to operate on a basis of being as safe a place as possible for venting (which is drama), this is about a stance and blog security, not being anyone's parent

just as weirdly vaguely threatening everyone first with all the mods "watching," because that's not actually implying an Orwellian parental role no one asked for, then with Sky once again misunderstanding the difference between being a " disciplinarian" and an ass

consistent lack of transparency on all counts

and then, yeah, there is the choice of publishing submissions/rebuttals combined with all of this and those submissions/rebuttals being what they are - not all related to "the drama," or in violation of the rules either, but the apparent willingness to publish them from one side of "the drama" there for a bit

I cannot blame people for feeling like all of this combined is a legitimately sketchy situation. One in which they've already, again, been made to feel unsafe within because COAR was used as a list for callouts.

When people see someone like Raven getting wildly different treatment by not being so much as warned, they're going to feel suspicion about the mod(s). It makes it so much worse that they chose to make the statements they did instead of a transparent, reasonable one like, "We apologize that CoaR was used the way it was, we should have blocked the callouts blog right away, but didn't. To reiterate the rules we've had in place for years, this blog is never to be used for callouts or taking bullying off-blog. Due to how widespread the problem has become, we will not be publishing anything related to it any longer. Submissions will be deleted so we can begin putting this behind us."

Acknowledge fault, apologize for it, say what you're doing to mitigate it now. That's it. Don't actively make it worse!

About the submissions...I know I'm alone in having tested that out. It isn't limited to things that either break the rules or are related to the issue. It's very select topics that are a bit uncomfortably aligned with the bias displayed, and from very select blogs. That's a problem. It's not selectively publishing based on drama-avoidance or rules, what CoaR has always done and no one here is taking an issue with.

I have 0 interest in things like trackers, they're far too easy/tempting to use maliciously for most people, and at the very best, they foster an environment of paranoia. What I know about them comes from really minimal personal experience (I wanted to see what posts people were most interested in on another blog, but it felt creepy with the amount of information I had, so I dropped that very fast) and what mutuals who use them have told me/questions they've answered.

So, is it possible the mod(s) is selectively deleting submissions from blogs they feel are a problem? Yes, it is totally possible. Do I know that for a fact? No, I totally do not. My point is that this is exactly the sort of paranoia that takes off when too many suspicious things happen back to back. You begin seeking the answers you are not getting, and you're seeking them because every day for a month or two, your experience logging in has been one of what the fresh hell. It's a need to insulate yourself from further exposure to harassment.

It's a very simple formula: act sketchy, people look at you like you're sketchy.

And I'm not going to condemn anyone for that.

I will also say that, unless several people deleted their comments or have me blocked in multiple places they somehow know of and take issue with, I did not see what you are describing when I read over the total explosion that happened...what, like a month, two months ago at this point? It was very fresh at the time.

What I saw was someone having submitted about a meme blog screenshotting their mutual's rules. Raven going off about it in a reblog. Two commentators trying to discuss the issue and finally, just saying they weren't surprised what meme blog it was once Raven outted themselves like a fully hinged individual interested in following CoaR's rules.

One of those s commentators is a friend, the mun whose rules were in the posts is a friend. I've never been anything but transparent about that. I'm also familiar with some of the other parties who ended up going on hiatus, but only from discussions on the vent blog over the years. So, yes, I do have personal investment here, and I do not feel like any of those people telling Raven and the callout blog they were at least involved with that their behavior was bullshit can be equated to immature shit slinging. There were even two muns who repeatedly tried to have a civil conversation with Raven, specifically, and for their efforts, got some of the most wildly juvenile treatment.

The worst things I saw came from hate anons and the callout blog.

The people receiving that treatment were largely driven off tumblr. For a time, forever, it differs with all of them. So, I feel like saying that about the thirty-year-olds thing is a little off. I'm not trying to be shitty, Anon, but the muns who tried to address Raven's bullshit were all of that age range. They're definitely continuing the drama, they're not here. They can't feel comfortable enough to be on their own blogs still.

I also am required ethically to say that we all really need to stop with throwing around ages like this. Again, I'm not trying to be hostile to you, Anon. I've been trying to show other people's perspective in this (it doesn't matter if you agree or not, I just think it's important to understanding, stopping, and prevent problems to have a fuller perspective that we often lack because we are incredibly tired of whatever is going on, and you're right, we are all really damn tired and also Tired), and as it is an advice blog, I try to address problems here. The pervasive ageism in the tumblr RPC is a problem.

It's a problem that gets discussed when it involves adults not wanting to interact with minors and, as I've seen it put several times, "treating them like the plague." There are a billion "conversations" and complaints about that, but there aren't many at all when it comes to the RPC's bizarre ideas about what age constitutes an adult (you're an actual child until around 23, you're ancient and need to die already, you pedo, at 26) and what being an adult actually is.

You do not turn thirty and lose your hobbies. You also do not turn thirty and become an ultra-mature adult, no leveling up into arcane Adult Knowledge and Behavior unlocks when you wake up on your thirtieth birthday. Between the ages of 17 and 27, you go through so many rapid changes in your cognition, but it levels off considerably after that. You're largely the same person at 32 as you were at 27, and you cannot say that about being...17 and 20, 22 and 25. It begins to take longer to see changes in who you are, those changes are less extreme - your personality, preferences, and viewpoints remain largely the same, they just refine a little here and there.

There is no line at which people "should" stop engaging in any hobby, and it's incredibly gross that the RPC seems to think anyone out of college-age should have no interests, let alone passionate ones, outside of going to work, having a family, and paying bills. That's a bit horrifyingly 1950's isn't it? It's also really misogynistic, considering that the primary base of the RPC is female or afab. When you deal in this, you're literally telling thirty-year-old people with uteruses that they should have no interests outside of birthing children and caring for them.

This isn't what you were doing, Anon, but it's part of the tumorous growth of this ideology that we casually throw around things like "a bunch of 30-year-olds" to make a point. We've seriously got to stop doing that, it isn't a message that most of us would agree with. There are other ways of saying "I think these people should behave more maturely since they're adults."

If I said something like, "well, they were just in their mid-twenties lol what do you expect?" I'd get hate anons, pants would be shat in, and more importantly, it would be wrong. That needs to work both ways, this isn't a separate issue.

An issue that repeatedly comes down to the absurdity of finding differences and drawing lines into cages around people in an environment in which we have the freedom to be more equal than in offline reality. We're all just people here, all just writing and interacting and loving characters. That's all we need to be, and all we need to be judged on is our behavior.

I'm sorry that anyone behaved in a grossly inappropriate manner during any and all of this. It was a heated thing that came to involve too many people and too much harassment, and those are factors that will always see people behaving in ways they would not normally engage in.

And like I said, you don't become some wise master of maturity at thirty! There is a problem mun I'm currently dealing with on another blog that is my age who is one of the most immature people I have ever run into. I have mutuals and friends in the early to mid-twenties who I'm confident weren't as childish as this mun when they were literal children. So, do people thirty and over behave in a seriously unbecoming, childish as hell manner? Yes, they so do! Whether it should be this way or not, you can't expect everyone to be at the same maturity level psychologically at any given age. To me, that just says that I shouldn't age-type people negatively. It isn't relevant where their behavior is.

Otherwise, I'm holding people at some nebulous age over thirty to higher expectations than other equally adult-range people. It isn't acceptable for anyone to behave in the ways I witnessed and was subjected to. It's not even acceptable in teenagers, it's just more understandable (not excusable) because they're working with many things they quite literally cannot control at all times. To act this way is telling everyone below thirty that they're just immature, irresponsible, dicks. It's insulting to them to be labeled in this way, too, even if too many of them see it as a free pass and are, thus, okay with it right now. They won't be, eventually.

Anyway, again, I'm not trying to be shitty to you! I don't think you meant anything in your message in a nasty way, and I cannot say how much I appreciate that after the bullshit brought to this blog and that I've been dealing with privately to help some of those affected feel like the RPC is a place they're safe and welcome in again.

I am definitely tired! Everyone else involved is as well. At least, on what I have to term as "this side" of the equation. I cannot speak to the other side, obviously, but I think they got tired enough of it not being tolerated to be quiet at least. When you make it unfun for people like that, that's usually what happens, after all.

So, I don't think it's them trying to continue the drama. Most of the people I know have remained in their corners happily or been obliged to leave for a while. As for the other people with suspicions...like I said, there are a lot more factors going on here than wanting to perpetuate drama. Sometimes, when we try to make ourselves feel safe, vindicated/vindicate a friend, there isn't any other option but to have the topic come up or breed into suspicions, correct or incorrect ones.

It's a situation that CoaR had a great deal of culpability in, and as such, had a lot of power to mitigate this well before it got to suspicions of who was modding the blog. That wasn't done, and won't be. Like Raven's antics, I have to feel like they've brought some of this on themselves. I do not and will not condone any hate messages sent their way, but again, right or wrong, people do have a right to feel the way they are.

If I were you, I'd stay as far away from it as possible. I don't go on CoaR unless I have to in order to answer something. I had a single blog blocked over here until this all went down (hilariously, it happened to be one that was involved, too, sometimes the red flags are legit, folks), now I have a sadly large number of them. It's now added to liberally, and I hate to do that, I like this blog to be open even to people who disagree with me. I can't deal with the constant drama, though, and I'm not going to be in a new callout every month until I die. Outside of being true to my word about accepting any and all vent messages, I don't want to see it, I don't want to be involved with it. I tag the posts so that followers can filter it, but I'm not going to function as a semi-callout blog by telling people who they should avoid. Just that they should avoid anyone who is making them feel this tired and done. Myself included.

I hope things have settled down in your corner of the RPC since you sent this! They have over here, thankfully. I think most people are staying away from the vent blog and hoping a new and better one comes along. It's back to the usual drama of "stop calling muns pedos for aging up characters."

#answered #anonymous #drama cw #misogyny cw #ageism cw #coar drama cw #I think that's all of them...#tumblr rpc

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