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Fan Fic Writer 20 Questions

I was tagged by @unmaskedcardinal! Aw yissss I love these thank you! Putting this under a cut because I never shut up on ask memes, sorry

How many works do you have on Ao3?

Just 10! And at least uh... 6? Of those are drabbles or shorter fics. It probably should be 11, because years ago I deleted an unfinished fic, not because I didn't like it anymore or was ashamed of it, but just because it was unfinished. But we'll talk about that more later I think.

What's your total Ao3 word count?

63,621. Not bad, I suppose.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only 4, but more than that, I assure you. On AO3 it's Overwatch, Rise of the Guardians, The Adventure Zone, and Legend of Zelda. But during high school I wrote a LOT of Kingdom Hearts fic, and before that I wrote some Avatar: The Last Airbender fic. And there have been various little oneshots or drabbles in assorted other fandoms, but those are the big ones!

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Gonna do it in countdown mode because that's fun:

5: Familiarity, a collection of Bunnymund/Toothiana drabbles that originated as my answers for them for a domesticity meme. I'm actually pretty surprised this is within the top 5, haha!

4: Costume Change, a short Symmetra/Pharah drabble I wrote for @5idestuff once upon a time!! The two of them being flirty cuties at a Halloween party.

3: Triptych, a 3-part D.Va/Lucio/Junkrat soulmate AU fic! Only 2/3 done unfortunately. The first part is how the three of them meet and the second part is how the three of them come together, learn more about each other, and how their ideals clash. The third part if I ever finish it will be... well, it's hard to really say without spoiling stuff but it'll be essentially how they come back together and reconcile.

2: Old Habits, a very (currently) unfinished attempt at making a Symmetra/Genji slow-burn long fic that's also a globe-trotting adventure that emphasizes platonic relationships. I absolutely know how it ends, and I have a LOT of scattered ideas of what happens in-between where I left off and there, but I don't know the exact ORDER it all goes in. And also, Blizzard sort of took a big ol' dump on my enthusiasm for Overwatch related things but fuck do I still love this ship, haha.

1: Heart to Heart to Heart, a The Adventure Zone: Balance kind of 'missing scene' fic about Tres Horny Bois being each other's found family and BEST FRANNNNDS 4 LYFE. I'm actually really happy that my most highly kudos'd fic is the one about the totally platonic/familial relationship. Don’t read unless you’ve finished listening to The Eleventh Hour arc of the podcast.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY I DO. It can take me months but I just gotta thank people for taking the time to write something. (also, you can make friends through commenting on fic. Take it from me and my bestie of 10+ years.

What's the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Overall? Probably some of my Kingdom Hearts fics from back when I was a teenager and I apparently hadn’t figured out Everyone Lives/No One Dies AUs existed yet. But in terms of what's on AO3, I'd say where Triptych is right now (end of chapter 2) is probably the angstiest.

Do you write crossovers?

Kiiiiiiind of? I mean, Kingdom Hearts is a giant Disney-Final Fantasy crossover, and I think it greatly influenced my taste in crossovers. It think I can only really write fic for it if a) the original canons take place in similar enough settings or b) it's complete crack and I'm not taking it seriously at all.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not hate, to the best of my memory, but I remember I once got a probably like... overly harshly critical comment on an A:TLA fic way back in the day when I was like a very young teen. And someone being like "um actually I do NOT like this extremely self-indulgent crack ship of yours and preferred THIS OTHER one you wrote."

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Only in VERY rare and occasional circumstances. I kind of jokingly call myself demi-smutual, in that I need to be very emotionally attached to a ship to write porn of them. And uhh... what kind? Not sure what that means exactly, but I'd probably say I'm only capable of writing what I've seen called 'safe, sane, and consensual'. And I will almost certainly be too embarrassed to post it publicly SORRY Y'ALL.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not.........exactly I don't think? I seem to remember back in my FF.net days checking if a crackship I had in the Twilight fandom (TWILIGHT of all things y'all) had any fics besides mine, and there was a drabble that I think used some of the same... phrasing as mine? It was weird. I could probably look it up to see if it's still there, but I'm too lazy for that.

There was one time on Livejournal when I remember someone used a lot of the same songs as I did on a fanmix in the same fandom as me, but I was even more allergic to confrontation back then than I am now, and I probably figured "well I can't PROOOVE they copied me! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"

Luckily no straight up word-for-word plagiarism, as far as I know.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No! I'd be honoured if it ever happens though.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really! Triptych is connected to the same fic universe (ficverse?) as a couple of @noirsongbird‘s soulmate Overwatch fics, but we didn't cowrite any of it, other than like, checking that they're canon to each other sorta!!!!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Honestly my go-to answer for this question is Okikurmi/Amaterasu from Okami, but I've never really written fic for them!

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The mysterious 11th work that I mentioned earlier was a Bunnymund/Toothiana slowburn fic that was basically me taking what I knew of the book lore from what I'd read on the internet and transferring it into the world of the movie, but I eventually decided I didn't really want to trust just internet summaries and would want to read the books myself. Ever since then I've thought maybe I would return to it if I ever actually read the books, but that hasn't happened yet! Although... I have been sort of blanking on anything for my Christmas list. I, a 30 year old woman, can ask for a series of children's novels for Christmas right??? Maybe? Anyway.

What are your writing strengths?

Fuck. Shit. UHHH. My inner critic always makes this and the weaknesses question difficult. But I'm going to go with characterization. I've been cursed to fall in love with incredibly minor characters since I was at LEAST 12, and been making up their personalities and backstories whole cloth for them. I just really enjoy thinking about characters and what they are consistent about and what they are more flexible about! Thinking about their interactions and shit.

What are your writing weaknesses?

UHH. SHIT. Fuck. Does confidence, or rather, lack thereof, count? Sometimes, especially recently, I think I just overthink too much while I'm writing and get worried about like... "have I used said to many times. has this character smiled and nodded too many times. this is probably so BLAND". I used to be a lot more confident as a teenager but that was probably at least partially due to the fact that all teenagers are at least a little stupid. (If you are a teenager and you reading this, it's true. You'll realize it eventually. Hopefully.)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Not sure what this question means, exactly? Like, writing a character sometimes saying dialogue in another language? If a character is canonically bilingual, I imagine it only makes sense for the character to sometimes shift languages, especially if they aren't thinking about what's coming out of their mouth. I think I've only done it recently in a couple of Overwatch fics, and they're generally short phrases of greeting, or in one case a prayer. Idk, I think it's fine, but like most things in writing, be careful not to overuse it.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

I think it was Neopets!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written?

There's actually a couple of Kingdom Hearts fics from my Livejournal days that spring immediately to mind. I haven't reread them in years but just the process of writing and finishing them was something I was very proud of. In terms of what's on my AO3, Heart to Heart to Heart is probably my favourite - it came out pretty much exactly as it was in my head. I'm also really fond of at least the first three chapters of Old Habits. The fourth is okay, but in my mind it's very clearly written after my enthusiasm for Blizzard and thus Overwatch waned. idk maybe it's just me!!

Who do you tag?

LET'S SEE: @noirsongbird @5idestuff @trilies @beamkatanachronicles @snyland @my1stgirlfriendturnedintothemoon OBVIOUSLY you don’t need to do it if you don’t want to but if you feel like it!

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ipuckwithhockey · 3 years

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Easier Said Than Done- M. Tkachuk

Part 1, 2

Part 3- he’s just a boy...

summary: Spending time with Matt is only making you fall harder for him but what if he isn’t on the same page?

a/n: part 3 y’all! i hope you enjoy it. let me know what you think!

warnings: cursing, smut (practice safe sex y’all)

What did you do wrong?

That’s the question that is running through your head as you stare down at your phone, hoping that it will ring or buzz with Matt’s contact. But it doesn’t. It hasn’t. It’s been over a week since you last heard from him and you’re not sure what turned him off so suddenly. For the last few weeks the two of you have spent most the day texting each other, asking about your days, sending memes, and talking about whatever comes to mind, but now it’s radio silence on his end.

After Matt had asked you out you went on your first date and even though your best friend hadn’t been on board with it, you still went. Addy had warned you that it wasn’t a good idea, that going out with a professional athlete, especially one with a reputation was only going to end with your heart broken. You told her it was just a first date, that if it didn’t go well then there wasn’t anything to worry about. Only it did go well and after your second and third dates you knew you were starting to fall for the guy.

He had a couple of short road trips between your first few dates and when he was gone he never failed to call you after games or text you throughout the day. He would ask you how your studying was going and would quickly Google some of the legal jargon you would use when explaining your classes. He was polite, funny and charming, and you couldn’t resist that glimmer of mischief in his eyes or the curls that fell at the nape of his neck.

Your five date rule was quickly thrown to the side and after sitting through a movie with a particularly steamy scene, you couldn’t help but invite him up to your apartment after your fourth official date.

Sex with Matthew was something else. The usual awkward first time wasn’t actually that awkward, and once he was lying between your legs, any inhibitions you had before were gone. He was a little rough and sloppy and when you told him you were sure, he gave you time to adjust to his size before railing into you, only making you beg him for more.

His confidence and smug attitude only made sex hotter. Your more quiet demeanor only made Matthew want you more, and when you whined his name for the first time, he knew he had never heard a sound so sweet. After that first night together Matt knew he was only digging a deeper whole for himself, and he was thankful for the road trip that took him away the next evening.

He needed time to think. Time to process what he was getting himself into. The only problem was that he could only think of you, your nervous laugh when he would flirt just a little too obviously, the way you’ve already started to reach for his hand to hold it, and as much as he hates to admit it, every night of his trip the thought of you and your body, your mouth wrapped around him, or the sounds he made come from your mouth were on his mind. But the next morning when he would join the team for breakfast, he couldn’t even let himself sit across from his captain. He was ashamed that he couldn’t keep himself from you and that he was only living up to the word immature that gets thrown around too often. It’s been almost a month since your first date and Matthew knew that sneaking around, texting you during the day and scurrying off to his room after games to call you was only going to become more and more suspicious. By the last day of this trip, the day that the team would be flying home, Matt had decided he needed to end things with you. He knew that keeping something like this from Gio would only effect his playing, and that was still his number one priority.

The two of you had been texting off and on over the few days that he had been away, and when you asked if everything was okay after going a day without hearing from him, he told you he was just focusing on his games. You went out on a limb, and after their last game on the road you called him before they got on the plane. You asked if he wanted to come over when he got home later that evening. Matt had told you before that he never really sleeps after games anyway, and so you figured he would probably be free to come over. At the very least, you had hoped he would be free, and as much as you hated to say it, after that night and after watching him play while he was on the road, you were more than a little wound up for him. Maybe it was selfish, but you couldn’t wait to see him again, and maybe even get him back into your bed.

“Hey. What’s up?” Matt said as he answered your call, and even though they had won their game, his voice wasn’t as bright and energetic as it usually was.

“Hey! Um, congrats on the win! I was thinking... maybe we can celebrate when you get back?” You asked with a flirty tone, hoping that he caught on to what you were saying, and you couldn’t see him but Matt was loosening the tie that was suddenly suffocating around his neck, and as much as he would love to have you sprawled on your back for him, he knows that he can’t let himself say yes. Instead, he tells you he’s tired and that he’s going to just head home when he gets back.

You can’t help but feel a little sad and you answer trying to hide your disappointment, “Oh okay. Yeah, you should get some rest I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

But Matt can hear the change in the tone of your voice and he can’t help but feel horrible for lying to you, knowing that he really isn’t that tired, and that he’ll probably just go home that night and attempt to get himself off on the thought of you.

“Are you free Thursday?” And before he can stop himself he’s caving, asking if you’re free so that he can see you again, and you hate that it’s so easy, but it makes you smile again and that flutter in your chest is back and when you tell him Thursday would be great, he mentally curses himself for being so weak.

But he never called after that night. He couldn’t let himself do it, and when you text him he immediately deleted the messages. He didn’t know how to handle it, but he knew that if he tried to tell you he couldn’t see you anymore that he would never be able to say it. The only way he could possibly stay away from you was if he avoided you at all costs, knowing that if he heard your voice or saw your face he would be screwed.

You’re not sure what you did wrong and even though you and Matt had only gone out a few times, you can’t help but feel like he played you. He took you out a couple times and then got what he wanted. You didn’t want to be the crazy girl who called and texted a million times, you didn’t want to admit that he already had such a hold on you, so you refrained from texting him after trying to get in contact for a day or two. It’s day ten now, and you’ve been throwing yourself into your studies in an attempt to distract yourself from the fact that Matthew has successfully ghosted you. But tonight when you’re about to turn off your phone, you let yourself click his contact in your messages before you type out a small message.

y/n: Hey, i haven’t heard from you in a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay :)

It’s a simple message and as sad and desperate as it feels trying to get his attention you send it anyway. As much as you’re hoping for a response, you’re also at half expecting him to continue to ignore you.

Matt was laying in bed, trying to settle his mind so that he could get some decent sleep, but sleep won’t find him and when his phone vibrates on the table next to his bed, he rolls over to read the notification. He figured you had gotten over him since he hasn’t heard from you since right after he started ignoring your messages, but reading the text from you now only makes him hate himself more, and just like before he’s crumbling beneath you.

Matt: Hey sorry for not getting back to you. Work has been crazy.

It’s reads kind of half assed, and Matthew knows it too. He hasn’t spoken to you in almost two weeks, and you deserved more of an explanation than that, he just couldn’t muster up anything better, so he adds something that actually is true,

Matt: I miss you. When can I see you again?

You hate that it’s so easy to forgive him, but you can’t stay mad at the guy. You know how crazy the hockey season can get from the time that you’ve spent with the Giordano’s and you and Matt weren’t actually together, so you can’t blame him for putting his career above a date with a girl he’s just getting to know. You let yourself justify his silence before texting him back.

y/n: Is right now too soon?

If Matt didn’t have any self control before, he sure as hell didn’t have any now. It’s been at least two weeks since he felt your body against his, and he’s already half hard after reading your message. It’s almost eleven, and even though he knows he shouldn’t do it, he replies to your message and is at your apartment in fifteen minutes.

You only have a sleep shirt and panties on and there’s no holding back when he sees you. When you answer your door, you barely have time to get out the word “hi” before his lips are attached to yours and he’s picking you up with his hands underneath your thighs as he slams your door behind him. You don’t mind the greeting and if the smell of his freshly washed hair and cologne aren’t enough, his touch and his lips are more than intoxicating.

He carries you through your apartment and when he gets to your room he throws you on to the mattress before stripping himself of his shirt while you do the same. When he sees your mostly naked body lying in front of him he has to control himself from going absolutely feral, but you can see the dark look in his eyes and when you move yourself to the edge of the bed you reach for the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. You can sense that you’re both hungry for each other and before he can say anything you’re on your knees in front of him and his hands are gripping through your hair.

You lick down his already hard shaft and when you finally take him in your mouth you can hear him suck in a breath as you hollow your cheeks, letting him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby. You look so fucking good.” He tries to hold back but he can’t help but let his hands that are in your hair guide you up and down his length. Your cheeks are wet with your tears and seeing you so messy, and on your knees for him is enough to bring him closer and closer to his climax.

Before he can spill into your mouth, he abruptly pulls you from him as he tosses you back on to the mattress behind you. His naked body is on top of yours before you can even catch your breath and his lips are attached to yours again as his hands explore your body. When he dips his head down to suck on your breasts it only makes you arch into him, and as one of his hands dips into your soaked panties you know it won’t take him long to get you off.

His thick fingers run slowly through your folds, collecting your wetness before making small circles over your clit, “Fuck you’re so wet,” he says against the skin on your neck. When he dips two fingers into your core you instinctively clench around him and the friction between his fingers and the pressure of his thumb running over your clit are enough to bring you to your climax.

“M-Matty, please.” You beg for him as he guides you over your climax with his fingers. When you’ve ridden out the waves of pleasure, Matt is quick to lick his fingers clean and just as he’s about to bury his face between your thighs you stop him, “No. No, I need you inside me.” And the desperation in your voice only makes him more eager to please you as he pushes inside of you with the roll of his hips.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t missed the way he filled you that first night you spent together, and your body is giving away just how badly you needed him as you whimper beneath him, letting him set a swift pace while he fucks you into your mattress.

“Fuck baby.”

“F-fuck you feel so good.”

“I missed you.”

Praises fall from his mouth and you hold his eye contact as he says them. The dark blue eyes are mesmerizing, and even though they’re clouded with lust, you swear you can still see the soft, cool blue beneath that want and need.

You continue to surprise him when you push him down and position yourself on top of him, and that look of desire in his eyes only deepens. You start to ride him toward his climax and just as you have him on the edge, that smirk you’ve come to know appears on his face as he flips you back over on to your back. All in one graceful motion he has you underneath him again where he hikes one of your legs up around himself so that he can sink further into you. The kisses and moans are sloppy and needy and his hips snap faster against yours as his thrusts move quicker and harder into you. He fucks you through your orgasm before he spills into the condom that separates the two of you and as you continue to come down from your high you can feel him gently placing open mouthed kisses along your neck.

When the two of you have steadied your breathing and cleaned yourselves up, you both climb back into your bed, and Matt pulls your naked body against his.

“Sorry I went AWOL on you.” He says as he places a tender kiss to the top of your head. He feels horrible about what he did and even though he has no idea how this is going to play out, he knows that there isn’t anywhere else he would rather be.

“It’s okay, just maybe don’t do it again.” You whisper back.

You’re head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you. Your legs are tangled together, and you can hear the beat of his heart as you start to fall asleep.

“I um, I really like you.” Matt is thankful that you can’t see his face right now and he doesn’t know why he’s so embarrassed to admit his feelings for you, but when he says it out loud it feels right.

You smile at his confession. “I really like you too,” you reply but you’re still not sure where this thing with him is going. As much as you don’t want to pull the “what are we” card, this feels like the time you should be asking what he wants out of this thing between the two of you.

“... I’m not expecting anything from you, but I just think we should probably be on the same page as far as what we want, you know?” You whisper against his chest, and you swear you can almost sense his heart rate pick up when you ask. You know he’s a single guy who likes living his bachelor lifestyle, but you also don’t want to end up a casualty of not being on the same page.

“Well what do you want?”

You take a deep breathe and let yourself think for moment, deciding on what to say. “I want to be honest with you and like I said, I really like you. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you and this,” you motion to the two of you laying naked in bed together, “is clearly going pretty well... But I also know that I’m more of a relationship girl, I like the commitment and the steadiness of a relationship. This is especially important to me now that I’m also focusing on law school and my career and so if you don’t think that this is going in that direction then I think we should probably call it.” It hurts to admit all of that to him. It hurts to think he’ll probably take this out and even though it would spare you from getting too attached down the road, you would still be upset knowing you had feelings that were more intense than his. But it was the truth, you needed to be serious about your life and your future, and if Matt didn’t want the same things then this wasn’t going to work. There wouldn’t be any point in dragging this out any longer.

He takes in what you’ve said, and as scared as he feels, he also thinks about what so many people in his life have been telling him. They’ve been telling and begging him to find a girl to settle down with and now he’s found you, a girl who has him so wrapped around his finger already who wants something serious and mature, and yet it’s forbidden because his captain and friend won’t have it. How bad could it be though? If you feel the same way he feels about you and being together actually works then how mad could his friends be at him for disobeying their wishes? If you’re both happy together then how could they be mad?

“I think we’re on the same page, babe” he finally says back and even though it was probably only a few seconds it felt like you had been holding your breath for forever. You let out a sigh of relief and again those butterflies are fluttering in your stomach.

You just offer him a soft, “okay.” And you think that the conversation is over so you let your eyes start to doze off before Matt speaks again.

“I think it might be a good idea if we kept this more to ourselves for right now. Media and fans on social media tend to freak out when they think I’m dating someone, so maybe we can just keep this between us for right now?” and although this this is true, he also knows he needs some time to figure out how he’s going to tell Gio about the two of you.

You didn’t think too much about that before, but you realize now that it probably is difficult for him to start a relationship with so many people watching his every move. It’s probably difficult to find someone he can trust and rely on when so many people only want him for who he is on the ice. It makes you feel kind of sad for him and you place a quick kiss on his chest before telling him that it’s absolutely fine to keep things between the two of you. You agree that it would be best to keep things between the two of you and you fall asleep to the sound of Matt’s breathing and the feeling of his thumb tracing small circles across your skin.

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simp-for-mha-men · 4 years

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𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 (𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

A/N: My first piece of writing! I hope that all of you enjoy it. I LOVE IT! (also a Denki stan, so ya know) I totally believe Denki is the kinda person to create friends only AND in person. Without further ado, here ya go.

Genre: fluffy fluff with mutual pining 💞

Word count: 2.3k

♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥

itzElectric has joined the chat

itzElectric: HEAR YE! HEAR YE! I SUMMON MY COMPANION @IceStorm TO CURE MY BOREDOM!

Denki Kaminari was once again on his phone, searching for the person who he began talking to only months ago in a future-hero chatroom. He remembered he slid into IceStorm’s DMs with a cheesy pick-up line: Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. A classic one-liner he hoped wouldn’t scare the person on the other side of the screen away.

IceStorm ended up responding to the DM almost immediately, commenting on how the Titanic wouldn’t appreciate that opener. Denki knew from that simple reply that he and IceStorm were going to get along just fine.

IceStorm, whose name he later found out was (y/n), was an all around perfect human being. Seriously, they were. Denki swore to the Bakusquad that if you looked up the definition of perfect in the dictionary, (y/n)’s tag would be next to it.

Their quirk related to the online name they chose for themselves. The fact that they could not only produce ice from their body but also turn any bodies of water, like clouds or lakes, into ice was fascinating to the electric boy. He, in turn, shared his quirk with (y/n). He even sent a video of himself in full “Dumb Denki” mode, to which he received an audio clip of them laughing hysterically as a reply.

The two online friends shared everything with each other. When (y/n) broke up with their first boyfriend, they talked with Denki the entire night over voice chat. When Denki started doubting himself and his placement in UA’s hero course, the future ice hero immediately gave him a million reasons on why he was going to become a great hero.

It took Chargebolt only 3 months to realize that he had developed feelings for his online friend after sending that fateful DM. He couldn’t tell (y/n) though. No way. If he did, they would probably block him, maybe even delete their account and create a new one just to get away from him for good.

How did this happen you might ask? Well, it began when (y/n) and Denki found out they were the same age. They also both wanted to become pro-heroes, obviously. Plus, all of their interests lined up with each other. It was as if fate pulled them both together through an internet connection and an obsession with Tik Tok memes.

Snapping out of his trance, Denki realized he had been zoning out for a few minutes to recount how he met his current crush. He was so head-over-heels for a person he had only ever heard and not seen that he didn’t even check if IceStorm was online.

Doing just what his brain thought of, he clicked IceStorm’s profile in his friends list and saw what he wished to see the most. Next to a green dot read the words Status: Online, making Denki’s heart rate speed up just a bit.

Instead of waiting for more time to pass, and considering it was almost 2 AM on a Friday night, he DMed the ice maker.

itzElectric: hey.....you lowkey left me hangin in the main chat 😔

He hoped, prayed, and wished that (y/n) would respond. He wanted his partner in crime. His meme expert. His muse. He wanted another audio clip of them singing songs horribly off-key or laughing at another ridiculously stupid Tik Tok. He wanted his heart to flutter in his chest just a bit more. He wanted to feel them in person. He wanted...no, needed to video chat with (y/n).

They had known each other for a total of 8 months, and graduation was coming up for the both of them. If he could video chat with (y/n), maybe he could work up the courage and ask to meet them at the café near U.A. It had the best pastries, something that he knew they would love.

itzElectric: something up? you know you can tell me anything

Very rarely did it take you more than a couple of seconds to respond to the blonde. It worried him. What if something had happened? What if you were doubting yourself? What if you had gotten injured? What if you were--

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He never had picked it up faster in his life. As he looked down at the message he had just sent, he felt his face heat up slightly when he read your response.

IceStorm: nah nothing’s wrong. was someone worried about me? lol 🥴

He was so happy you couldn’t see his blushing face. However, little did he know the reason you didn’t meet him in the chat room was because you were thinking about what to say. Also, you were blushing as well.

Going to Shiketsu was a big deal, and you never wanted to get distracted. When you met itzElectric online, everything changed. You began developing feelings. It was an issue, but it was a very, very good issue. You had never seen his face. All you wanted to do was video chat with him. If you could video chat with Denki, maybe you could work up the courage and ask to meet him at the café near U.A. It had the best frappes, something that you knew he would love.

You felt your heart rate pick up when Denki responded to your previous message.

itzElectric: obviously. if you died or something, who would make me feel better about myself? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Denki began questioning his latest reply. It sounded clingy, he thought. He might as well have just dug his own grave. Who would say something like that?

IceStorm: awwww is my bb giving me a compliment 💘

Your heart soared with emotion. This man, separated by a screen, was your world. You could never have him, though. If you did, he would get freaked out. Besides, you knew he was a flirt with how many pick-up lines he got your opinion on.

itzElectric: well.....since your online, i wanted to ask you something kinda important

Denki knew he shouldn’t be typing anything to them. He knew that this could make or break their entire relationship. In a couple minutes, he might be blasting The One That Got Away by Katy Perry and crying. Despite this, he waited for (y/n)’s reply.

IceStorm: sure. what’s up?

itzElectric: i feel like we have a pretty strong connection....so can we maybe see each other

You might as well have gone into cardiac arrest. This man, the man you’ve had a crush for 4 months, just asked you to meet him. Or was it a video chat request? Maybe just pictures? You needed clarification before you freaked out even more.

IceStorm: what do you mean? like in person or....?

Denki froze. In person? YOU wanted to meet HIM in person? That did not catch him off guard. No, totally not. It punched, kicked, and threw him off guard. That wasn’t suppose to happen. He wanted to video chat then meet up with you. Could this happen out of order?

IceStorm: yo....pika? gonna answer me?

The electric boy typed before his brain could tell him to stop what he was doing.

itzElectric: can you video chat right now?

He wanted exactly what you wanted. The months of banter over chat and stupid voice memos led up to this, but you couldn’t believe it. The two of you could never be together. Denki had to have a girlfriend or boyfriend. There’s no way a catch like him would still be single. Still, you typed your response out immediately.

IceStorm: yes

Your phone began vibrating profusely due to the incoming call. In the moment, you forgot to turn on any lights. Leaping out of your bed, you scrambled to turn on the lamp that was on your desk. You then turned on the one next to the bed. Then, you did the unthinkable: you answered the call.

When the phone stopped ringing, Denki saw you. Oh my All Might.....why didn’t he do this sooner? He was floored by your looks. You were even better than perfect. Your face held a soft expression that made him turn almost as red as a tomato. Your hair complemented the irises of your eyes beautifully. It was as if you weren’t even human. You were just an angel visiting him for a brief moment.

You were seeing him in the same light. His blonde hair and bright yellow eyes made a fire ignite in your heart. He held a goofy grin, one you had imagined many nights before falling asleep. However, you were very far off. His entire persona was fixated in that grin. It was absolutely phenomenal.

“Hi,” you started, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“Hey,” he responded.

Denki was speechless. You were enamored. This was everything you both wanted.

“So,” you began, “should I call you Denki or itzElectric?”

“Whatever you want.”

Denki wasn’t using his brain anymore. It was as if he short-circuited himself without using his quirk. He was responding to everything you said from his heart. It was all out of love for you.

You giggled a bit, bringing the electricity user back to his senses.

“Why all of this suddenly?” you questioned.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Really?”

“No. I,” Denki paused and inhaled, “I needed to see you. To hear you. To just be with you.”

Your face became flushed as if you had been training for the past 5 hours. The guy you had fallen so hard for needed to see you? He wasn’t acting flirty or overly comedic. He was peaceful and had a glint in his eye. Could it be--?

“D-dude! You can’t just s-say things like that,” you stammered in the best voice possible.

Denki was whipped for you. He glanced at the clock and realized it was 2:18. He needed to be up at 7 for a morning run with Kirishima. He’s run on no sleep before from talking to you all night, but tomorrow was going to be a strenuous training day. He had to get everything off of his chest.

“Listen,” Denki said, “(y/n), I really--”

“N-no. Just w-wait a minute,” you cut in.

Two very different emotions coursed through you both. You felt a sense of purpose, bordering on the edge of extreme shyness. Denki felt nervous, bile already threatening his throat.

“I like you,” you stated.

His eyes grew the size of dinner plates. You did not just say that. He just had too much caffeine before bed. Wait, he didn’t have anything with caffeine before bed.

“L-like as m-more than a friend. You’re really cool, and I want to see you,” you ended.

When you realized he hadn’t said anything, you panicked. Trying to cover up your embarrassment, you just started spewing out word vomit.

“You know what? Forget I said anything. It’s clear that you are totally not ready to talk about that. I mean you probably have someone else in mind, right? I’m not the best looking. My jokes are subpar. I mean, I’m not even that confi--”

“In person?”

“Wait...what?”

“Do you want to see me in person?” Denki asked.

He was floored. The person, who he had feelings for, liked him back. For the first time in his life, the pick-up lines and corny jokes worked. He was truly himself and still got the prize: love.

“Yes,” you replied. “I really, really want to see you in person.”

“You can on one condition.”

You tilted your head, clearly confused by his statement. He chuckled at this and continued talking.

“You have to let me hold your hand.”

“What?”

“I like you too, IceStorm.”

Your online username coming out of his mouth made you smile so wide. It also could’ve been the fact that the guy you fell so hard for reciprocated your feelings.

“Want to meet at the café near your school on Sunday? At around 1?” you blurted, hoping that wouldn’t be too soon for him.

“Absolutely. Speaking of which,” he began, “I need to test out my newest pick-up line.”

You rolled your eyes, faking distaste, but on the inside, you wanted nothing more than to hear it. After all, he felt the same way about you. It was bound to make your heart soar even more now.

“Do you like coffee?” he smirked. “Because I like you a latte.”

You couldn’t help bursting out in laughter and blushing profusely. He, in turn, laughed with you and felt butterflies in his stomach. This continued for a couple of minutes before both of you could catch your breaths and refocus yourselves on the conversation.

You were ecstatic. He was elated. You actually did it. You admitted your feelings to the one guy you never thought you could have. You were everything to him. He would electrocute the whole world just for you to smile if necessary. It was as if fate had finally done its job.

Forgetting about his morning run with Kirishima, Denki started a new conversation about the latest Tik Tok he saw. You replied with your usual sarcasm to which he pretended to be mortified by your opinion.

It went on for hours. The two of you were genuinely happy. Hopefully, Denki would ask you on a date soon. Maybe, you might have to, but who knows.

Suddenly, in the midst of talking about plans after high school, a knock sounded on Denki’s door. He glanced at the clock and realized it was Kirishima.

“Be out in few!” he yelled, jumping out of bed.

He threw his phone down, which still had the call going, and got dressed at lightning speed. Once you had calmed down from laughing at his urgency, he picked up the phone and said something you’ll never forget.

“I’ll see you soon, my wonderful snowflake. Zapping out!”

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Femslash Fairies drabble 15/20

Ship: LuLi

Rating: G

For: @dragonshost

When Lucy’s phone lit up, her heart lit up with it, eyes shining in the artificial light it offered. The name that had popped up was a name that Lucy had become familiar with, that was now synonymous in her mind with happiness and laughter and warmth: Lisanna.

You looked beautiful today… the message read, and Lucy felt her face heat up. They had been messaging like this for a while, toeing the line between friendship and more, and it made Lucy ache, all day, for the other woman. She knew that it was unconventional, but it was real, and that was enough for her.

For now.

You didn’t even see me!

Her reply was quick and lacked the emotion that she felt pooling in her chest. In a few seconds her phone lit up again.

I didn’t need to. You always look beautiful <3

Lucy squealed and rolled onto her side, pressing her face into her pillow and kicking her legs. She had to meet Lisanna - it was as fundamental to her as oxygen at this stage, and they lived in the same country; it couldn't be too difficult. Her thumbs typed out messages and deleted them in rapid succession, not being able decide how she should reply. If she flirted more, it would make her interest obvious, and Lucy definitely did not want to come across as too keen. But if she replied with anything else it could have the opposite effect, and her crush on the other woman might never be realised.

Sighing, Lucy settled on something teasing and casual.

You’re such a loser >.<

She still had the messenger app open when the reply came in, thumbs tapping anxiously at either side of the screen.

But I’m your loser :*

Lucy replied with a heart emoji and threw her phone down with a groan. Her arm flopped over her eyes as she kicked off her blanket.

Life was so unfair.

The woman of her dreams was sending her flirty messages and here she was, lying alone in bed. How could someone feel so close and yet be so far away? It was frustrating, and Lucy knew that it would plague her mind as her body succumbed to sleep. If that were ever to happen.

Instead, her head was filled with soft blue eyes and short platinum blonde hair; she was smitten, she knew that, and every message they exchanged, every phone call they enjoyed, pushed Lucy closer and closer to breaking her rule about long distance relationships. Lisanna would be more and worth that effort, after all.

Just as her thoughts began to clear and blur around the edges, the man upstairs started blasting his music again. Lucy pulled her blanket over her head, cursing to herself about how only she could choose to live under a heavy metal enthusiast. She would have to go and talk to him about this tomorrow morning. Again.

When her phone illuminated the room, it made Lucy jump. She checked the time and frowned; Lisanna was nearly always asleep by one in the morning.

Can’t sleep. Stupid guy playing music too loud below me.

Lucy laughed aloud at that, rolling her eyes at how similar their circumstances were.

Snap. Guess that’s two bodies we have to hide now >:D

It was a small world, it seemed. But not small enough. Lucy craved something physical, something more than just funny snapchats, video calls and memes. It was great, of course, perfect in fact; but it was not enough. She wanted more, she wanted intimacy; slow walks and kisses which linger. It was torment, but Lucy would not trade it. The special thing about this kind of relationship was that she had fallen for Lisanna’s humour and empathy before she had seen the woman. The fact that Lisanna was an angel incarnate was a bonus really, and soon she became all the blonde could think of.

Her writing internship paid very little, but Lucy promised herself then that she would hold Lisanna in her arms before the year ended, and the warmth that held kept the smile on her face until she drifted off to sleep, and even after that.

~’*’~

Waking up, Lucy knew that she was lucky. She yawned, padding barefoot to her window and swinging it open. The beach greeted her, and it was a view that never failed to take her breath away no matter how long she stared at it. Getting a place with such a view for so cheap was a blessing to her, and it made her noisy neighbour almost bearable.

“I think I’ll treat myself to a day on the beach today.” Lucy mused to herself, sliding on her slippers and heading to make herself breakfast.

It was her day off, and although Lucy still intended to spend it writing, she was still excited for the day ahead. It would be a good opportunity to make progress on her novel as opposed to the bland journalism she had been doing for her internship.

She slipped into some loose-fitting clothes which allowed her skin to breathe in the heat, and packed a bag of food and drink, not wanting to come back to her apartment until she was satisfied with the work that she had done.

Stepping outside, it was warm but not overly so, and Lucy was grateful for the blanket she held under her arm. She stretched herself out, got herself comfortable, and gave herself a moment to bask in the morning light before she pulled her notebook and reference materials from her back. Sipping her tea, Lucy tried to focus on the words, but her mind was filled with Lisanna, with her fluffy white hair and her eyes the colour of the ocean. Trying to focus was useless; she was useless. All she wanted was the other woman by her side, and it was a constant thought in her mind, a whisper from her heart to her soul.

Sighing, Lucy rolled her shoulders, stretching her neck idly as she looked around at the other people on the beach. On the beach there were couples, and students swarmed the coffee stand that had just opened. Lucy smiled dryly at that, remembering her university days with fond nostalgia. A woman had just been served, and Lucy’s eyes transfixed on her, wide and unblinking. Her heart stopped, beat faster, and then stopped again.

She would recognise those short white tufts of hair anywhere.

“Lisanna?” Her voice cracked in confusion, and when the woman turned, eyeing her up uncertainly, Lucy felt too hot, too dazed.

Lisanna took a moment to recognise her, but then she did, and she was sprinting as quick as Lucy is standing. Their arms were around each other in moments, lips pressed against foreheads, as they laughed breathlessly into one another.

It was almost painful, the feeling of bliss that passed over Lucy, and it was countered only by her disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” Lisanna asked, and her voice was deeper in person, slower. Lucy loved it all the same.

“I live in the building over there.” Lucy gestured to the apartment block behind them, and Lisanna’s smile faded, her eyes blinking slowly.

“That’s where I live, too.”

They stared at each other, fingers clasped, and bodies held close, until the laughter was bubbling out of them again.

“I’m on the fourth floor.” Lucy offered, excitement present in the way her eyes squinted, in the way her body leaned in close.

“I’m on six!”

Lucy felt her jaw drop.

All this time, Lisanna had been two floors away, that was all. They had spent hours planning meetings, looking at the same stars, cursing the distance between them, and yet it was nothing, completely insignificant to the turn of the Earth.

Lisanna was taller than Lucy had expected, her eyes more vibrant in colour, and yet she was just as breathtaking. Lucy cupped Lisanna’s cheek, rested their foreheads together, and let the breeze pass over them for a moment.

“Incredible.” Lucy muttered, and she wasn't sure if she meant the situation, or the woman in front of her.

Growing up, Lucy had never believed in fate, or destiny, or any romantic jargon that people used to excuse their actions, but this was as close to that as she would get. This was proof that, if two people were supposed to be together, their hearts would find a way; no matter what, love would always find a way.

#ft femslash #femslash fairies #luli #lisanna x lucy #my writing #my edit

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Gormless Ch. 11 – I’m Korma for you, imperialistic dogs

A well-meaning friend gave me a book series that is hilariously bad. The first book was Souless and my riffs were entitled brainless. This second book is entitled Changless and these riff are then gormless.

I mean to say I have entitled them gormless! Not that my riffs are dumb, and the effort I spend on them stupid since I’m the only one who enjoys them. HAHA!

The story is SUPPOSED TO be about how a badass lady wearing a rad-looking carriage dress hits baddies with her umbrella and bangs her hot werewolf husband. In reality it’s mostly poor attempts at being witty, flirty, and superior.

For the last book check out the brainless tag.

If you want the TL;DR version but want to read these new riffs anyway?

This story is set in supernatural Victorian steampunk England. Alexia is our NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS protag. She is a soulless, which means she’s able to negate the abilities of vampires and werewolves by touching them. She’s recently married a big oaf, named Lord Connel Maccon. He’s the manchild in charge of the supernatural police with a zillion dollars and he’s totes super hot too ok. Their relationship is mostly arguments about how Maccon can’t tell her fucking anything. Alexia has also recently become head of ~Soulless affairs~ in Queen Victoria’s government. She has a dumb friend named Ivy, a gay vampire friend named Akeldama, a family who’s evil because they do the same shit as her but while being blonde, and most importantly Alexia is better than everyone cause…cause.

Last time on Gormless:

There’s some mysterious force that’s turning the Vampires and werewolves into humans. Alexia is in charge of figuring out that deal, and she is doing a bad job at it. They are at her husband’s old pack castle about it. Are they hiding something?????

Chapter 11 – I’m Korma for you, imperialistic dogs

Okay despite my grumblings on the lack of shit that happened last chapter. This chapter comes in HOT! And by HOT, I mean RACIST!

Basically everybody is taking a leisurely walk in the garden. Ivy asks the military bros about, “how brave they are to fight the ~primitives~ in India.”

HAHA OKAY! LET’S JUST KEEP TRUCKING!

Maccon says it’s just minor pacification at this point, thus implying that he’s done the same sort of business which is super good and great.

Oh but here’s a big old sticking point for me, one of the military bros says the food in India is terrible. I will preface this by saying I have only probably had ~Americanized~ Indian food from restaurants or used generic recipe websites. So we can have a discussion on whether I have had ~authentic~ Indian food and if ~authentic~ food is even a thing.

BUT INDIAN FOOD IS ONE OF THE MOST WELL-RESPECTED CUISINES IN THE WORLD, AND BRITISH PEOPLE, RIGHTLY LOVE IT! WHAT I HAVE HAD HAS BEEN UTTERLY INCREDIBLE AND I WHAT LITTLE I KNOW ABOUT IT MAKES IT IMPRESSIVE AND WONDERFUL AND GO FUCK YOURSELF!

THIS IS A HILL I WILL DIE ON! I don’t delete comments for much but if anybody comments on this chapter with even, “Indian food is just okay” COMMENT DELETED!

In this story’s defense, perhaps they think the food is bad because the Indian individuals preparing food for the exploitative brutes just took a dump on a plate and put a leaf on top.

Okay so while I fantasized about rubbing vindaloo directly into the eyes of these dipshit characters I continued…Alexia gets snippy with these military bros…but not over any of the racist horseshit, she tries to start shit over them describing Egyptian and Indian weather as hot. And maybe the author is trying to take pot-shots at these fuckers, but like why is she making snippy comments about how they describe the FUCKING weather instead of standing up for Indian people? Also Ivy was the one who started by calling them ~primitives~ but she’s not concerned with Ivy at all. Also don’t @ me with whore shit like, “Well Ivy is supposed to be dumb” dumb people aren’t automatically racist fuck off.

We move on to find out that the Kingair pack STOLE ARTIFACTS including ACTUAL FUCKING MUMMIES from Egypt when they passed through. THANKFULLY there is a blip of sanity when Maccon says that’s illegal.

Yet it gets SO MUCH WORSE when Alexia proposes a good old fashioned

MUMMY UNWRAPPING PARTY!

Which everybody gets super excited about. Those by the way were REAL THINGS in Victorian England. JUST IN CASE YOU NEEDED TO KNOW!

Maccon and Alexia go aside a moment where Alexia says the humanization is obviously coming from the artifacts they brought back and that Maccon should have them confiscated since they are illegally gained. They go back and forth about what to DO with them once they’re confiscated, and both agree that destroying them would be a bad idea…but they don’t bring up the fact you could I DON’T KNOW just return them to the country of origin? HAHA okay.

They head back to the castle and LeFoux, in proper dramatic fashion, is racing toward them saying some cliffhanger shit like, “10 dramatic turns this book could take but won’t! #7 will shock you!” But before she’s able post some hilarious reaction memes she gets SHOT in the back! DUN DUN DUN!

Then they’re getting shot at and hiding behind the umbrella cause THAT’S FOOL-PROOF but eventually are able to get everybody inside the castle.

And here they just forget anything interesting was going to happen.

Nobody seems concerned with combing the castle to find the gunman in one of these towers. I have done a few active shooter drills at my place of work, and you know what’s a big part of that? If the shooter isn’t found just literally forget about them. What could be the harm?

Instead they fuss over LeFoux with Alexia wondering, “Was she really shot? Is she faking? Is she behind all of this?” And it’s like YOU LEGIT JUST WATCHED HER GET SHOT AND WHILE SHE WAS ON THE GROUND MORE BULLETS WERE WHIZZING BY YOU! EVEN IF SHE IS, IT SEEMS LIKELY THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE INVOLVED! By the way when I say fussed over there is no description of them bandaging any wounds or anything. They don’t state outright here but in next chapter they talk about how it’s all tranquilizer bullets. It’d be nice if they mentioned it...you know this chapter. It honestly felt like they had just propped a woman bleeding out in a chair and talked about how she’s probably behind her own impending death.

This would have been a great moment dramatic moment for them to expose LeFoux’s neck for Maccon to see the Hypocras tattoo. Imagine Maccon losing his shit that they let a Hypocras Crony in their mist, and when he finds out Alexia had seen the tattoo before, gets even loonier. Alexia is ashamed that the intimacy she shared with LeFoux was perhaps cheating mixed with the shame of same-sex attraction, and kept her around in hopes that she could learn something more about her deceased father from her but instead just endangered everyone.

WASTED OPPORTUNITY!

Alexia then sneaks off to chat with Sidheag. When Alexia first met Sidheag she made a mental note of instantly liking her. This conversation starts with Alexia mentally stating that she’s ~decided to hate her.~ BITCH OVER WHAT? You’re being treated well in this castle, and she’s been polite despite you insulting her castle at every fucking turn. Alexia just hasn’t been hitting that self-misogyny quota!

Let’s start with the good part of this conversation. Alexia asks Sidheag about how she feels about what her great granddad did to the clan. Sidheag says she was 16 and off at school when it happened. (Though at one point Alexia says that Sidheag is not holding a tea cup right and thus implies she never went to finishing school at all…and it’s like…are you trying to throw a seed of doubt that she’s lying about everything? I mean that’s cool but like I think it’s kinda a big jump from ~holds tea cup in different way.~)

Anyway while Sidheag agrees with his politics, she thinks he could have handled it better. She suggests he should have killed/kicked out more of the top members involved in the attempted murder instead of just skipping town entirely. I was surprised to see the author give this situation more depth than just, “MACCON IS RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING CAUSE HE IS BEST MAN!” So that’s the good part.

It seems odd that Maccon only punished 1 person despite it being a clan-wide problem. When Sidheag got back from school he put her and her boyfriend (whom was not part of the clan) in charge and everything just went peachy after that. REALLY? Seems to me the bitter leftovers from that dispute would really fucking resent a teenage human grandchild of the big bad ex-leader who hadn’t been spending much time there and her no-name boyfriend showing up to run things. If they were going to kill a queen, it doesn’t seem below them to murder the two of them, especially with nobody there to protect them.

BUT THE FUCK DO I KNOW?

Most of the conversation is more of the “I WANT GRANDADDY TO TURN ME INTO A WEREWOLF!” Which…we had that conversation before, but at least Alexia decides she wants to support her in this. Maccon is cranky when brought up but understands. Their room is ransacked, but her bag is safe. Alexia thinks that what LeFoux wanted to tell her probably involved the Aethongrapher, but she decides NOT to check it out cause ??????????? Maccon says that Tunstell brought him a special gun and they get ready for dinner. The chapter ends with Alexia making the super clever deduction that Maccon has had the ulterior motive of trying to ~fix~ his old pack.

And wow holy shit there Alexia

Sooooooo smart! This is something that really needed to be pointed out too! Greaaaaaaaaaat.

This is especially infuriating due to how it’s written Full quote:

“…You must agree I have a point.”

He turned to frown up at her. “I hate it when you come over all correct.”

Alexia trotted down the staircase until they were nose to nose. She had to stand one step up from him for it to be so. She kissed him softly. “I know. But I am so very good at it.”

She’s praised for the deduction that didn’t even need to be stated, smugs up the place, and the fucking line, “Come over all correct.” MAYBE IT’S JUST ME BUT THESE SAD ATTEMPTS OF TRYING TO SOUND PERIOD APPROPRIATE MAKE ME WANT TO YARF!

Also let me point out that Maccon has only started drama, gotten into a fist-fight, and try to or have sex with his wife the entire time he’s been there. Alexia has actually done more than he has for the clan and she hasn’t even been trying.

OH YEAH AND WE JUST GONNA FORGET SOMEONE GOT SHOT AND THE SHOOTER IS HANGING OUT IN THE CASTLE WITH YOU ALL RIGHT NOW? OKAY SURE?

Say something nice Faps:

At least something fucking happened this chapter.

I do genuinely like how Sidheag disagrees with how her great grandfather did things and she’s not demonized for it…at least not yet. I will dunk myself in boiling oil if it’s revealed that SIDHEAG IS BIG BAD CAUSE OF NOT HOLDING A TEA CUP RIGHT.

Sidheag is cool, can we not pick on her ever again?

Super looking forward to do aggressive racism of the mummy unwrapping party y’all!

#changless #gormless #riffs #riffing

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15. Things you said with too many miles between us (online friend!namjoon + idol!you)

Summary | In which Namjoon has beaten stress, pressure, and also time differences with you by his side but he has yet to beat to know that whom he's talking to through the screen of his phone is the same person he fawns on TV screens along with millions of other people.

Genre | Fluff + Super slight angst

Wordcount | 3, 193

Sequel : Missed Calls

Light suddenly illuminates the pitch black room and it shines against every curve and ridge of Namjoon's face, pricking his eyes to open as he blindly reaches for his glasses.

Once finding his bedroom clear through the lenses, he grabs his phone which alerted him of a new notification.

1 New Message!

SunnyY/N 1:32 AM

Hi! I just finished watching Predestination and holy shit how dare you rec me something so mindfucking??!!

Namjoon types lethargically with a smile hanging on his lips.

MonJoon 1:33 AM

Glad you found the movie compelling though it's 1:33 AM here in the fucking morning, I've got AP exams later, and you woke me up just to say that?

SunnyY/N 1:33 AM

I'm sorry oh my gosh I thought you were awake! God, I didn't think of the time difference! Okay okay, go to sleep now.

MonJoon 1:33 AM

It's alright, I’m having trouble sleeping lately anyway. Where are you currently?

SunnyY/N 1:33 AM

I'm in Italy now though I haven't find anytime yet to travel around :((( Anyhow, go to sleep now! You need that sleep to defeat those tests later!

Namjoon raises his brow. It must be nice to travel around different parts of the world because of your parent's work. The constant jetlags may be troublesome but he'd rather have that than take on a pile of homeworks and exams he doesn't even need for his major.

MonJoon 1:34 AM

Okay, stay safe there. Good nytie night!

SunnyY/N 1:35 AM

Nyt Nyt!!! :DDD

Around six o'clock, Namjoon wakes up to the blaring noise of his alarm clock and another notification.

SunnyY/N 6:01 AM

I hope you have a nice day and good luck on your exams! Fighting!!!! 🙆🙆🙆 ( P.S. : I computed the time difference, credits to Mr. Google and I figured you'll be awake now :)))) )

A grin spreads on Namjoon's face as he ruffles his bed hair and heads to his bathroom. He's got enough of good luck now to tackle on anything that will get on his nerves.

The day passes and so do his three exams with Namjoon fortunately being still alive. He feels he should ask you to wish him luck everyday because God knows how his luck hasn't worn off yet today. And just like every hard work he gets done, he thinks his reward just came with a "ding!" and a Twitter update.

Y/N Official™ 7:20 PM

Y/N models new collection of Flyday "Missantrophies"!

Namjoon has never tapped so fast in his life only to see pure beauty before him. Y/N wore frilly dresses painted with classical paintings his art major friend, Jeongguk, studies that made her look like an artwork instead while she daintily posed around some museum in Rome he knows he'll never have a chance to go to anytime soon. The pictures were breathtaking but what made his heart almost combust was the behind the scene shoots with her barely there make-up and a bright grin on her tired form as she hugs a huge teddy bear by her side.

Too cute, too cute, too cute, gosh Namjoon wants to know how to become that teddybear now.

Namjoon taps on the Send Me icon and immediately taps the image with your username.

MonJoon 7:20 PM

HAVE YOU SEEN THE RECENT FLYDAY PHOTOSHOOT???!!! Y/N LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE ART

- see 10 photos

SunnyY/N 7:21 AM

Yes hoe, but look at this babe

-see 1 photo

Namjoon opens the pic to see Y/N lazily looking at her self-camera with tired eyes and bare face that looks like the meme "I don't fucking care anymore". He laughs with his heart squeezing with affection. He's always a sucker for pictures of Y/N looking like everyday college students. But wait -

MonJoon 7:22 PM

She looks so cute!!!! Btw how did you get this pic???? I haven't seen it on her social media accounts yet. Tell me how??????

SunnyY/N 7:22 PM

I have my ways 😏😏😏 Let's just say I'm really resourceful :DDD

MonJoon 7:23 PM

Meanie

"You're chatting with your online girlfriend again?"

Namjoon raises his head to be met with his roommate (and friend, though he wants to regret such title sometimes) Seokjin's teasing smirk accompanied by a click of the door. He just came home and the first thing he does is suggest that out-of-nowhere-conclusion he kept bringing up. "Uhh yes, online girl-space-friend, not girlfriend," he corrects before he lets his fingers fly across the screen of his phone.

MonJoon 7:30 PM

How are things going around you by the way? Just finished this hellday and I wanna say I think I passed them but I think I'm gonna jinx myself so I'd rather not.

SunnyY/N 7:31 PM

You're not gonna jinx yourself! Just think positive! I know you're smart 😎😎😎 so of course you're gonna pass!!! I'm okay though I'm deadly tired. Been through another flight and now I'm in Sweden.

MonJoon 7:32 PM

So soon?! You're in Italy just like a few hours ago and you haven't traveled around yet!!!! You're missing opportunities, hoe!!

Namjoon thinks you're hella insane going from one country to another without even staying for a while to travel.

SunnyY/N 7:32 PM

I'm really sad too 😥😥😥 but can't blame my parents for deciding to go from one country to another. Oh I got drunk earlier and fortunately I didn't accidentally open another account in some social media platform. I've already got too many shits, don't need to let the whole world know I'm such an embarrassing person ahahahha

Namjoon chuckles and he could hear Seokjin yell "There you go again laughing like a lovesick fool. Stop denying she's so your online girlfriend!" over the kitchen but he didn't mind that at all when he remembers the first time he knew you was through the same odd antic you do when you're drunk.

It was two years ago around some November midnight when Aym a BaBe suddenly messaged him on Send Me with "I'm really sad, can i take up this space for a while?"

Namjoon was used to receiving shady or nonsense flirty messages from questionable usernames, not to say he automatically deletes messages from people he have never heard of at all. But that night was an exception since it was also the first time he saw someone's pain without even looking at their face.

Just like what you said, you then filled up the convo space with "I'm just really sad right now" and "I can't even let out my true feelings at all to the people around me," and lastly how you admired his courage for posting the only post that got over 100 notes in his entire Tumblr life defending female solo artist Y/N.

Y/N, the apple of Namjoon's eyes and his wife-to-be in his own dreamlamd started from scratch and slowly built her career in the music industry with her navy blue guitar and songs about broken glasses and misplaced loves. Namjoon thinks she could have already taken over the world with her now inactive small Youtube account Y/N sings with her original songs about sex, love, and drugs - things usually sung by men artists and topics that were avoided by females in fear of being silenced and judged by a misogynist world.

Though her fame only started with break up songs as she delved into TV and radio shows that prevented her from trying bold moves such as her compositions in her Youtube career, Y/N still writes and sings her heart out and Namjoon cheered for her continuous success.

Around one year later, her upbeat breakup single Go F*ck Yourself gained worldwide popularity that made her voice be known on all ears. That's why yesterday, when news broke out about Y/N's new album No More You was about the trifecta that killed every other female artists' career in such a traditional industry, all hell broke lose over the net.

A couple of "You're promoting bad things with your song," "You're trying too hard," and unnecessarily mean "You're so ugly, try getting a plastic surgery maybe you'll be more tolerable in every viewer's eyes," Namjoon just have to type down a massive text post about such cyber harassment and downright misogyny and inhumane comments against a person who wanted to convey the reality of other people now that her voice can be heard by all over the world.

You suddenly appeared then with a weird username in that one'o clock haze. Namjoon let you rant out your complaints on the convo space, read each message you sent without replying because not everyone needs advice, just someone who can listen to them. When Namjoon checks his inbox some day later, he found that you changed your username to SunnyY/N like every other fan who uses their idol's name on their username but there's something about yours that drove him to know you more. Maybe it's because he wouldn't associate 'sunny' to Y/N unless she's smiling so wide - he wasn't really sure. And just like that, he formed a stable communication with someone he calls "Sun" whose face he hasn't seen yet over a two year course of friendship that is still staying strong now.

MonJoon 7:35 PM

Good for you that you didn't start up another account. Why are you drunk anyway?

SunnyY/N 7:38 PM

Nothing, just sad. Not a big deal. It's 1 AM here btw, I gotta go. Nytie nyt!

Namjoon can sense you didn't want to talk about it so he sends his good nights too before going to the table for dinner. After getting his homeworks done, he counts time differences and sets another alarm aside from his morning call.

Around seven, you wake up with the hundredth notification on your phone but the latest one is what only mattered.

MonJoon 7:01 AM

Good morning! I hope you have a great day. Stay safe, hoe :)

In the middle of writing an essay about the fundamentals of quantum physics, Namjoon's My Only Friend ringtone makes the man jump on his seat, pen almost flying from his grasp. In his defense, Y/N's MOF is the best of her recent album, Friends & Foes, and it's made him feel so much anyway-

Namjoon swipes the green button. "What is it, Jimin?"

"Hey have you seen the announcement of Y/N's concert tour?" Jimin rattles, "Man, the ticket prices are up and I swear to God I have to sell at least one kidney to get the VIP seats and -"

Jimin's rambling turns into white noise as Namjoon hesitates. He's in the middle of doing tons of essays and shit, he's gonna get distracted again with Y/N's face. He already promised himself to tone down his “stanning” a little and just - fuck it. His hands are already pounding against his keyboard, the tab he opened for his references already in the back of his mind as he clicks the news of your new concert. When it comes to Y/N, he easily pushes away his priorities and God, it's just so stupid but still -

Y/N Official™ 10:50 PM

Y/N Sun + Moon Tour ticket prices are up! Concert dates in other countries will be further announced.

Namjoon scrolls down and sees listings of dates in California, New York, Los Angeles, yadah yadah, Italy, and Sweden - wait.

He mumbles a "Gonna get back to you Chim, I'm busy right now" through the phone, ends the call, and goes to Send Me to tap your icon.

1 Unread Message!

Oh right, he hasn't opened Send Me the past few days because he and Seokjin forgot to pay their net bills. Shocks, you must have been pissed off he hadn't replied you yet.

However, he didn't expect to read something aside from your memes or your whereabouts and concern for his.

SunnyY/N 1:20 AM

Hi Joon, I'm gonna be inactive for a while but I think i can send a few somethings whenever I can. Just send me anything you want, complain about school and friends, fanboy over Y/N or whatever, I'm gonna reply to that once I can. Hope you have a wonderful day! :DDD

MonJoon 11:00 PM

Hi Sun, sorry I only read your message now. Jin and i forgot to pay bills on time again so yeah. Btw, Y/N's gonna go there in Sweden on July 5 and I hope you can come there! Send me pics if you can! Stay safe hoe and enjoy travelling around!

Namjoon closes his phone as well as his previous tabs aside from his references and leans on his chair. When you've both started opening up to each other online, you mentioned that once a year you're gonna be hella busy with your folks to the point you barely have time for goofing around the net. It sounded weird but he didn't question you about it and typed "gotta detach yourself away from your phone somehow someday. I’m like that too when finals come hahahahha.", afraid he'll sound prying.

After two years of hanging around and being fond of you, he can't help but be constantly curious of what you're actually doing. You're born in the same year as him (though you're only two months older than him) and you've been travelling around the world with your parents while Namjoon's stuck in college with a Philosophy degree and hating every other subject that has nothing to do with making music. You're sick rich and you have your own studio at home (you showed him a pic) because technically you enjoy music too while he's almost dying with the constant tutoring sessions he have with other kids just so he can save up for his Mon Studio-to-be.

He wonders how he can connect with you so well when you've never had a common ground in your lives aside from liking music and also Y/N. What it would be like if you are a normal college student like him? Are you really small like you say? What will you probably major in? You'll pass out if you had the same schedule as him, Namjoon snorts. He'll probably be that friend who'll constantly check up on you, and you'll probably smile so wide, and maybe your eyes would turn into tiny curves like crescent moons. You haven't sent him a selca yet but he thinks you'll be pretty.

Namjoon sighs. He wants to meet you so badly.

September comes and Namjoon counted 23 small candles his friends stuck in the cake Seokjin made. His friends told him to make a wish first but he didn't really have anything that came to his mind. Yeah, maybe he wishes for everyone's health and happiness - he could do with that, and then he blows the candles along with the worries of the past year.

When the party died down and Yoongi and the rest of the squad bid them goodbyes, Namjoon finds himself slumped against his chair, tired of cleaning all the confetti from party poppers and the piñata Hoseok brought from god knows where.

He opens his phone and scrolls through his Twitter feed for any updates on Y/N's tour and just then a Send Me notif pops out and he smiles. He never managed to beat through coincidence to be online the same time as you do so he settled for unread messages and leaving messages for the past month as well as sending each other pictures of what you've been doing at the meantime. These kept a smile on his face but he knew right then it would never beat the grin he has now he's got to finally talk with you again.

SunnyY/N 1:01 AM

Happy Birthday, Joon! 😆😆😄

🍕🍕🍕🍟🍟🍟🍔🍔🍔🍲🍲🍲🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍦🍦🍦🍫🍫🍫

Hope you ate a lot!

MonJoon 1:01 AM

Thanks! and yes i ate a lot! Seokjin's food is ever 👌👌👌 And oh my god, you're finally online! I miss my hoe!

SunnyY/N 1:02 AM

Yes, some things came up but i'm gonna be fine now. Hey, I'm coming back home in Korea this September and holy gosh Y/N will also hold her concert the same month here! Go come, I will be there and we can finally meet up!!! (I won't be free until after the 26th anyway and i want to meet you so bad now that we're gonna be in the same country!!!!)

Namjoon's heart thunders. You've never suggested a meet-up before since you told him six months ago you're not yet okay showing yourself to him when it happened that you stayed in Korea and he requested to meet you. However, the small pain in his heart whenever he has to type this cannot be drowned by its overwhelmingly rapid beating.

MonJoon 1:03 AM

Sadly I can't :(

SunnyY/N:1:03 AM

Hey why? I can buy you the VIP tickets if you're feeling a little burdened with the price. I just want to have my main hoe with me

MonJoon 1:03 AM

Thanks for the offer but my finals just have to be scheduled the same day as her concert and guhhh, I don't even want you to spend so much on me. But god, you don't know how happy you made me when you finally agreed to meet up; I just wanna hug you irl!!!! I'm so excited to finally see you, This must be the best birthday present anyone has gave me, hoe!

SunnyY/N 1:04 AM

But I can't wait that long, what if I say I want to meet you now?

What?

SunnyY/N is requesting for a video call. Accept? Decline?

Namjoon's brows furrow; you told him before you don't want video calls and now you're doing this? It's confusing but Namjoon clicks on Accept anyway because he doesn't have it in his heart to decline your requests.

The image of a room and a yellow-hoodied-figure fills his screen. Namjoon can see a bottle on the far corner of your room and before he can scold you for drinking your problems away, a very familiar voice fills his ears and makes him stuck frozen in his chair.

"I've been feeling sad lately and I tried to get off my phone for the past months but I can't do that now," you sniff, "It's your birthday, I have to greet you. And I know sober me won't do that so I got drunk just to have enough liquid courage to wish you a happy birthday and that I want to meet you."

Namjoon blinks his eyes twice, this must be a fucking dream - why is he seeing Y/N's bare face and hearing her voice live what - how could you be-

"By the way, I wrote MOF while thinking about you," you wipe the tears forming on your waterline, "I'm shit right now, but I don't care. I'm saying stuff I'll not remember so you have to remind me okay? I'm gonna end the call now. It's a stupid reason - I just wanna see you."

Before you tap the red button Namjoon could hear you mutter, "I didn't imagine you'll be this fucking handsome God, I should have fixed myself."

The screen goes back to the convo space with you now offline and Namjoon can't feel his heart.

What the fuck, you're Y/N?!

A/N | Hi anon! I combined your requests into #15. Hope you like it! Sorry for the long wait! BTW, Send Me is a social media platform I made up and so is the brand Flyday!

09.07.2018 : Update! This will become another drabble series of mine so expect more dynamics and shenanigans of fan!namjoon and idol!you :D

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dilfhakyeon-moved · 6 years

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coffee shop au 4 (the one with the different names written on the coffee on different days) with ralbert? :)

disclaimer: don’t give me shit for their names i am TERRIBLE at names

but yea here are the sappho de lesbos stans

Once again, the ‘mystery customer’ was striking.

That sounding pretty ominous, it was nothing that serious. It was just that every week, always on a different day, they’d get that girl coming in. And she’d come at times it was pretty dead, most likely to get the same barista. There she always went, leaning on the counter, giving these soft eyes and these sweet words, and she’d leave with her order. It was never the same order either, she just… drank of everything, apparently. Your fave could never.

Somehow, she was indeed having an effect on that barista she was messing with, but that didn’t make her any less frustrating to deal with. Yeah, the flirting was nice, but if she had a set name it’d just be so much easier, wouldn’t it ? Because giving a different name every week was getting a little old.

Of course, the barista would get quite frustrated after some time, how couldn’t she ? It’d been going on long enough. And the list of names… were similar, for some. Sometimes just complete unrealistic jokes. She could remember them all - Race, Racer, Racetrack, Antonio, Anthony, Tony, even Edmund and Ed,… Pretty Girl, too. Maybe this one was fitting, but Berta absolutely refused to believe any of these other names were that “pretty girl’s” name. For one, some of these weren’t names, and well… the others were masculine, and judging by that last nickname, she wasn’t a guy.

Either way, the redhead had a hard time staying calm as the blonde began babbling, her oddly squeaky voice fitting so well with her messy accent and pronunciation, her tripping over words and her obnoxious giggle sounding somewhat endearing… Okay, maybe she totally wasn’t paying attention to what she was being told and she got too busy getting lost in thought, but who could blame her ?

… Right, herself.

Once she woke from this kind of weird daydreaming phase, she tried to harden her expression a little. “Okay, yeah. And the order ?” She said, maybe a little harshly. But it didn’t bother her customer, whose grin widened despite her cheeks perhaps darkened a tad.

Quad venti blonde breve latte, extra hot, no foam, four pumps vanilla, three pumps cinnamon dolce, two white mocha, stirred, light whip, extra cinnamon topping.

This was ridiculous. Once again, the girl’s order had to be ridiculous. Maybe that was one time too much, and that “one time too much” the barista didn’t bother waiting for the girl to give her a name. No, she was choosing it herself. It was obvious to see on the blonde’s face that she wasn’t exactly expecting that, but did she really have a choice ? No.

“Look at it once you’re outside,” Berta muttered, groaning quietly when the girl smiled again and poked her cheek before making her way out, whistling pretty loud - and getting looks from other customers, although admittedly there really weren’t that many. It still grabbed some of them’s attention, enough for them to notice the barista quickly yet quietly following after her, letting her coworkers take care of the place if even just for a few minutes.

Keeping sight of the blonde wasn’t the hardest task. She hadn’t gone far, just walked a few metres away and was now reading the name written on her cup with some sort of surprise.

Endearing, the shorter girl would tell you.

Casually enough, she made a few steps until she was close enough to the girl, before pausing and more or less working up the courage to talk. She wasn’t all that good at communication all the time, but she still tried. “So, Foxy,” she called out, causing the other to jump and turn around. Her gaze was always as captivating, perhaps due to how obviously emotional it was - reading her mind was impossible, but her state of mind was all too obvious at all times. What really got Berta though, it surely was how evident the blush on her face was. Striking, such a contrast with her blue eyes and her blond curls, that pink really fit well. Made her look softer, and maybe a little less insufferable.

Her lips moved incoherently for a few seconds before she frowned, and pointed at the cup. “Y'ain’t wrote that, it’s ‘Vixen’ on it,” she protested, getting the other to raise an eyebrow. Maybe it’d been easy to guess making that flirty girl flustered wasn’t hard at all, but it still gave her some satisfaction. Oh, and also it was cute.

“I know what I wrote and I know vixens are foxes.” That sure wasn’t the answer that girl had hoped for. Berta could see her bite down on her lip as she thought of a reply.

“… Yea, but– still. Why’s that anyways, I 'on’t look like a fox !”

“Reminded me of one.”

Could the girl make it any more obvious that she clearly wasn’t used to being teased ? Or, flirted with, depending on how she took it. Either way, just one more endearing, sweet thing about that cute fellow, and it kind of made the former more confident.

This time though, maybe she actually put some thought into what she was about to say. Nothing crazy, but she’d always worked on that “speaking before thinking” basis, pretty much ; having to really work out some sort of appropriate response, or even question for the situation. Because in the end, that barista had ended up following her outside, there must’ve been a reason. Yes, that’d be her question.

“So… What’s ya doin’ here ? Ain’t ya workin’ ?” She uttered, her accent somewhat worsened. Oh, maybe because she was chewing on the… the cup. Was that a stress reliever ? Whatever.

“I wanna get your name.”

“What, I gave–”

“Your real name, so I don’t sob to my friends about a cute girl named Anthony,” Berta insisted, almost mockingly - although that was all light-hearted. The poor girl seemed to whimper after “cute girl”. Haha, she found her cute, she could die happy was what the whimper meant.

“Well… 'f ya want my name, then I bet you should invite me for a sleepover some time !” The blonde tried. It probably came off as silly, even if Berta just thought it adorable.

“A… sleepover ?”

“Yea, like… the best kind'a date.” She continued, managing to sound genuine about it. “It ain’t too fast if I’ been comin’ to your shop for two months. We can totally have a sleepover.”

“But I could be a murderer an’ kill you in your sleep.”

“Bitch, wha’s the issue here ? I’d die a happy death.” She retorted - maybe a little too quickly. A chance she hadn’t pulled out the whole “oh, crush me with your arms” or any sort of stupid stuff she looked like she would totally say. And the redhead clearly wasn’t wrong about that, that kind of answer had definitely come out of that girl’s mouth a few times… Maybe she shouldn’t be thinking about it.

“So, name ?”

She seemed embarrassed to say it. “Anya.”

“That’s a real pretty name.”

“Yea, shut ya’ trap, spare me the compliments.” Anya groaned, her gaze wandering elsewhere. “ ’S just a name.”

“Sure, Anya,” Berta answered with a chuckle, shaking her head. “So you said a sleepover ?”

“Yea.”

“Then gi'mme your phone number or something.”

“Ya wrote yours on the cup.”

“… Ah, I did that.”

“Yea.”

It was her time to be embarrassed again, it seemed. Had she really forgotten so easily ? That was a shame for sure, but Anya wouldn’t be too bothered by it, she could tell.

“Anyway, I’m… I’m gonna need to go back to work. Maybe come more often. Oh, and you don’t have to run away everytime, you can drink it at the shop,” the shorter girl offered. But she was met with a head shake, and that bright, quite shit-eating grin the blonde always wore. Back to normal, huh ? Couldn’t stay away too long.

“Nah, I’m a busy gal ! Gotta get goin’ as well. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Oh, well…” Was that sadness ? Yes, maybe she’d have liked to talk to her some time, at the shop. But if she was busy, then… “Talk to you soon.”

Anya waved, blew her a kiss and then… ran away. And Berta watched her, frankly smitten. What a goddamn rowdy… cutie.

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> hey> pretty girl here

|Text| to: pretty girl

> oh hey.> how do you spell yr name ?

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> howevs u want idc> yknow if i didnt have no decency id have said such bs> like huge

|Text| to: pretty girl

> like ?

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> crush me w ur arms

|Text| to: pretty girl

> oh my god> shut up> or i will

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> pls do> >:3c

|Text| to: pretty girl

> you’re impossible

|Text | to: she alt deleted my ovaries

> ur used to it now suck it up> im even funnier thru text> i send memes> n shit> hey?> also> cats have three lips

|Text| to: pretty girl

> hey you know wht maybe u should sleep !

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries and my heart

> lol maybe!!!!> wish me gn

|Text| to: pretty girl

> goodnight. dont dream of people crushing you

|Text| to: she alt deleted my ovaries and my heart

> hdskjdghsdh> ill update u on that

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rationalisms · 6 years

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mass effect for the ask meme (1/2/3 instead of seaons) ✨

ty tasha

the first character i ever fell in love with:i legit cannot remember, it honestly has been way too long since i first played me1!! i think it might have been tali? at least i’m pretty sure she was the one character i didn’t swap out once for someone else in the team config during my first playthru even when it was combat inconvenient lql

a character i used to love/like, but now do not:i honestly can’t think of anyone? i used to really desperately try to make myself like ashley but lately i’ve just accepted that i have always disliked her and never ever will find anything about her redeeming enough to make up for all the things i hate lol.

a ship i used to love/like, but now do not:when i first played mass effect 2 i actually thought joker and EDI were adorable and really loved the development of their relationship over the game. i was very excited for what me3 might hold for them and uh…. the actual content left me VERY cold lol. i think it’s a shame that their relationship was reduced to “lol hot robot bod” and all the actual development of EDI as a person and sentient being was completely concentrated on shepard alone. that was such a huge missed opportunity.

my ultimate favourite character:m o r d i n!! i love him so much and i have cried so many tears over just how much i love him so many times. he has the hands down BEST arc over the course of the games to me– i adore so much how he changes from someone who’s so remote and concerned with only the macro level of things to someone who learns to actually connect to people as more than just numbers or data. his self sacrifice is the most meaningful to me and i’m the proudest of his development.

prettiest character:samara, boob armor not withstanding lol. jack’s me3 design is gorgeous as well.

my most hated character:it’d be easy to give a p expected answer to this (kai leng or another easily hateable villain) but i think if i had to concentrate solely on characters on the normandy it’d probably honestly be james vega lol. i h a t e d that he was mandatory in me3 and usually avoid interacting with him. he’s the exact stereotype of male gamer self insert character i loathe and he was so discongruent compared to the rest of the team. also his interactions with f!shep made my skin crawl. h8 how you were forced into the dichotomy of ~ooOOOoo flirty~ or “i’m gonna be a huge dick to you for no reason”. just. delete him.

my OTP:f!shep/tali is REAL and i will DIE mad about bioware cutting it from the game!!! ESPECIALLY because they left the lead-up to the romance in and just cut the actual consummation!! i’m still just always crying overa) “you deserve better.” - “i got better shepard. i got you.”b) tali looking out over rannoch and saying “it’s beautiful” and f!shep NEVER EVER LOOKING AWAY FROM HER THE ENTIRE TIME and saying “yes it is” a HATECRIME tbqh fuck you bioware

the other is aria/nyreen they’re… so much….. lawful good and neutral evil exes who are still in love is the BEST set-up and i am still FIRMLY in denial about how they ended. as far as i’m concerned they’re running omega together.

my NOTP:literally any m!shep/female character ship. also f!shep/garrus. he’s SO my little bro to me and the one time i played their romance the content made me suuuper uncomfortable in how awkward it was lol i just can’t get with it.

favourite game and mission: (doing this instead of fav season or ep)me3. ik, ik, people dump on it all the time, but i honestly think it’s a masterpiece and i adore it to pieces. there’s been no other video game since that has affected me emotionally to the same level and there’s so many outstanding moments in it compared to the other two installments (even tho i love those as well). i have my issues with it (who doesn’t lol) but it’s still the best mass effect game for me.

as for fav mission, gotta be citadel dlc. ik, cliche answer BUT it’s such a perfect 3 hours of content i honestly wouldn’t change in any way.

least favourite game and mission:uuuuh i love me1 a lot but it’s my least fav out of the 3 mainly for gameplay reasons (i’m a huge completionist and i HATE having to do all the planet missions in the mako).

least fav mission is the fucking derelict reaper in me2 it’s the WORST and scares me so bad! i’m bad at survival horror type video games!!! as much as i love how much ME can swerve into a different genre so quickly i am a big baby and i can’t shoot straight

saddest death:man idk how to choose! mordin was saddest to me personally obviously because he’s my favourite character, but his death is also such a satisfying conclusion to his character arc so idk! shepard’s death is gutwrenching as well, but again, it really makes sense to me as a culmination of her story. maybe legion. partly because “does this unit have a soul?” will haunt me forever and partly because that’s the death i felt served the least narrative purpose.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:i don’t HATE him but i never warmed to grunt as much as everyone else seemed to. he’s fine but i don’t really emotionally connect with him as much as with the other squaddies.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:aria and the illusive man lmao. they’re both terrible people and i love them so very much for it. the illusive man is for sure my fav non-reaper antagonist and such an interesting character. and aria should hmu next time i’m free B)

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:kaidan……… he has never done a single thing wrong in his life and it, like, actively pains me to have to put him through All That or have to hear about what he’s already been put through throughout the course of the games. let him retire to his parent’s canadian beach house in peace

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:the way this question is worded is really annoying me lol. i also don’t think i have any ships i actually feel are like “omg bad dirty wrong” for ME. i want everyone to be happy.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:f!shep/liara and f!shep/kaidan. i like both their romances, especially liara’s, and esp later game content with them is rly good, but i will never care about the actual romances with them as much as i care about the potential of f!shep/tali lol.

#drscalvin #reply

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heromanvasco · 6 years

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☣ Have you ever rp'd with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

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Warning: This will get long and I will be very mad as I recount this story. Sorry for me getting really riled up about it, but ughhhhhhhhh I just can't. I have to tell the full story to really get the point across.

OKAY SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT A PERSON. This person literallybecame the bane of my existence even though I didn't actually interact withthem in the truest sense.

Even though I wish for nothing more than for them to trip over arock and land on a pointy rock, I am still a bit grateful towards them. I'llget on that a lil later down the line.

Let's start with how I know them. As we may probably know, I'vestarted Tumblr rp'ing as an indie, with Haru Miura as my muse. A lot of theissues I have with tumblr rp'ing came about on her blog mainly. Ahahahathere were some hard times, but I stuck with it. I love Haru too much to justditch her, in other words. I'm a stubborn mule, what can I say?

Anyways, she's from the series: Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn! andthere are a lot of attractive male charas in the series. This fandom is justnotorious for the yaoi shipping. Like it's very hardcore. There are sometimeshetero ships too but not a lot of it.

Let's put it this way: I've been turned away many times with the'but my muse is gay' excuse. Like---- okay? Did I ask to get in their pants?No. Canonically, Haru is die-hard in love with 'Tsuna-san' so what now? Don'tuse that against me. B[

Again, lots of very attractive male charas... and these musesattracted a certain muse from the DNangel series. (yes the same one I mentionedin a different ask if you read that one) Daisuke has forever been ruined and Irefuse to even try to read the series because the situation just gave me somuch stress.

So the muse was set to a very young age, most probably the canonage. I forget if that meant he was 16 or younger. I don't know the series so Idon't know the age. Let me tell you, I have so many issues with the person. SO.MANY.

Where to start? There is the fact that even without eveninteracting with the muses to start, they'd instantly try to form relationswith them. Sending some suggestive memes or asks. You cannot just go to aGokudera and have Daisuke glomp him. It doesn't work that way? If you knowGokudera, you should know that he does NOT take kindly to people who act toofamiliar.

The mun could NOT understand for the life of her that mun=/=muse. They kept sending anons about why are they so mean? Be nice to that'Daisuke kid'. Um... no? How about you calm down a bit and actually try tointeract rather than jumping the gun? It was in their rules they wantCHEMISTRY. They want to take things slow and not jump the gun. You broke so manyof their rules. You kept sending in anon asks and even if they tried to talk toyou on im, you'd try to play all the pity cards.

I will NEVER EVER live down the fact that you told someone: I'mtaking medication because of you. It's because of you that I'm depressed so I'mtaking pills.

EXCUSE MOI!?!?!?!?!??!?? What is wrong withyou??????????????????? SHE ACTUALLY LEFT TUMBLR RP BECAUSE OF YOU. I LOST AFRIEND BECAUSE OF YOU. Then you have the gall to say that you never said it?I've seen the screenshots, don't mess with me.

I do NOT condone underaged things at all. Your muse is 16 andthere is no indication as to whether or not you (the mun) were underaged aswell. Of course people will be nervous about the way you kept trying to force18+ content on them. If you are underaged, that's illegal and that can makethings very complicated. People kept telling you they were uncomfortable withit, but all you'd say is: "Age is only a number!~"

YEAH? WELL, JAIL IS JAIL!

Now, I can think of at least 5 muses that I know were heavilyaffected by this person. I know for a FACT that at least 2 left because of themand their constant harassment. A very close friend of mine had to constantlytoggle between enabling and disabling anon asks because they'd send so many.

We don't understand how much anger and stress this caused me. Ireally detest seeing my friends bothered. Having two of them leave the rp sceneforever makes me so angry. They didn't really ever rp with any female muses.Only one that I saw and she was a space sheep alien... I'd show proof but theblogs have long since been deleted---.

Now, it isn't to say that they only targeted KHR muses. Therewere others too from DBZ, Jack Frost, Pitch, a final fantasy character (who Ican't remember), and many... many more.

If you didn't reply to them quickly enough, they would get madat you in im. They'd try to guilt trip you into answering quicker by sayingthings like they felt hated, why don't you like them? Are you avoiding them?Things of that nature. I've seen things of that nature from various people Italked to. I talked to a lot of people about their experiences with this mun.

You could see their ooc posts talking about how they felt and itsounded like this person just had a lot of self-confidence and perhaps trustissues. I know how that is. I felt maybe they were just misunderstood orsomething. IDK. I felt they could be given a chance to talk if someone tried toapproach them slowly. (more on this later)

Though I would look around and see all kinds of interactionswith other characters. Muns getting the same kind of harassments. It was evenWORSE when any of these muses interacted with a certain muse from the KHRfandom. Apparently the muses were dating? idk. Either way, Daisuke washorrendously jealous and territorial.

If you so much as interacted with that KHR muse or had anythingremotely flirty in thread, an anon was sure to tell you to back off. They'dgrill you with questions about 'how do you feel about them?' 'are you datingthem?' things like that. It's annoying. I saw those messages so much. That KHRmuse is sort of a main character so it's hard to NOT interact with them if youare in the KHR fandom?

Like what do you want? Chill out, boo.

I've seen many friends of mine just being harassed by anonsbecause they interacted with them. Hilariously enough that other mun didnothing about it. Even if people asked them to talk to that person. Make themstop harassing people. She apparently doesn't like drama and that's fine--- butif you are the REASON because a lot of the drama because your friend refuses tochill--- That is quite literally your problem.

I do not believe you are being a good friend if you allow suchbehavior to continue. Even if she had a reason to acting that horribly topeople, you could always try to explain to people so they understand. Whenpeople understand, they may be more willing to forgive. The fact that she didabsolutely nothing did absolutely nothing to help either of their case. In theend many people tried to avoid both muns.

I played a female muse so it was fine for me to continueinteracting with them though. I never got hassled by them. I unfollowed thatKHR muse the moment I saw that she went along with doing 18+ stuff with thatunderage muse. I personally couldn't do it. It made me think of something in myown past and it made me feel horrible. I still interact with them, but I don'tfollow em.

So I saw their condescending attitude on many blogs. This onepitch in particular kept getting hounded over why they wouldn't be kind to Daisuke.(We realize this is PITCH, yes?) They were getting hounded by anons over whythey wouldn't give Daisuke (a kid) a chance. Like, it's illegal, that's why.

They weren't replying quickly enough to the threads they onlydid in ask format. The person was getting upset with how 'slow' they werebeing. They had time for 'other people' so why were you avoiding their threads?Why can't you reply already? Then it happened: "I'll give you one morechance to thread with me."

Yes, that is what was sent. I'm dead serious. I got sent thattoo so I mean, yeah.

Let's move away from other people and let's talk about ME. As Isaid, they don't interact with male muses. The only muse that I could possiblyplay as (and was super duper attractive) was Shugarl. I had a lot of caps in mycomputer because I like his face.

I sort of rp'ed as him 2 years prior to that but it didn'treally last as the only friend I interacted with left tumblr rp because ofdrama. So I shelved Shugarl and the Knights from the 'Legend of the Sun Knight'series. So I was like okay why not.

They do know of me from Haru's blog, so I had to make analterego mun. I named them Jay. This version acts like Neo when she's justtired and done with the world. I had to pretend to be a new person. Iinteracted with a close friend who was hassled by Daisuke a ton, and then Iinteracted with the KHR muse that Daisuke apparently is shipping with. That'show Daisuke took the bait and contacted me.

It didn't take long. I mean if you look at how attractiveShugarl is, wouldn't you also bite? lol

Anyways, I tried to talk to them, but unfortunately at the timeI was really sick. I was on a lot of medication because of my gastritis. It wasmost probably stress induced but also because of my diet? When I'm stressed, Icrave spicy food. If you know those super hot fire noodles... let's say I livedon that for a while lol. So yeah it got bad. Just drinking water had methrowing up everything in my stomach. I lost 15+ pounds in under a month.

It was bad. My one medication had a side effect of extremedrowsiness. Let me tell you, EXTREME was right. I was constantly just passingout. So I wasn't around much to talk or thread. Let's say that started gettingthem mad.

Why wasn't I responding? Did I hate them? Stop ignoring them. Ikept having to sorta apologize for being 'busy' aka I was super sick but Ididn't want to admit that. I'm stupid like that, okay?

So I kept asking them how they wanted to interact. I didn't knowa thing about their muse so I asked for their about page. Or even a rules page.They didn't have one. Too much work. Okay no, they had an about page but it wasliterally like their url, the name, age, and gender or something. A very simplebio.

They told me to read wiki to learn about the muse. Are youkidding me? No rules because why do they need one? Mistake number 1. They keptsaying they read rules of many blogs but we know they didn't. They keptbreaking them. It was in Jay's rules to not pester them too much about activitybecause he was a busy college student.

Did that stop them? Nope. //squint

Now let me tell you, even if I was sick, I still visited tumblrevery day. So making them wait for 3-5 hours was too long. I was going to begraduating and I had finals. YEAH, I'M BUSY. I was also super duper sick. Iwon't be online every waking moment, please. Did that stop them from getting somad at me about it? Nope.

I told them that I felt that they were guilt tripping me becausethey kept lamenting over how people don't want to interact with them. They keepgetting 'bullied' by people. I told them that I felt they were guilt trippingme at the moment. They kept saying that they weren't before they blocked me.Then a week passed and they talked to me like 'sorry I accidentally blockedyou!'

Sure. okay.

So I was like 'okay we can thread but I want to talk to youabout how I felt you were guilt tripping me.'

INSTA-BLOCKED.

I'm not kidding. I got blocked by just that. Do you understandhow much my animosity spiked because of that? My blood was curdling I was somad.

So another like half a week passed and they say something alongthe lines of:

"I'll give you another chance, do you want to thread with meor not?"

"I already told you that I want to thread with you. Youkeep asking me this. This is the 5th time you asked me. How many times do Ihave to tell you yes? Do you not understand that I'm busy? I'm a collegestudent. I'm not always online. I also told you saying things like that isreally guilt trippy."

Insta-blocked. I was mad, so I went off so I can understand theblock.

Still.

After being blocked for the THIRD time, I soft-blocked them.They tried to follow me again and sent a message: hi! :) This time Iinsta-blocked them. Not about that life.

I love how they always started and talked with cat emojis. Bylove, I MEAN I HATE IT WITH A DIE HARD PASSION. It was like they cared fornothing that other people felt. It was their way or the high way. They couldn'tbother to learn to do anything for other people.

Don't get me started on the fact that they didn't tag anythingand they NEVER EVER CUT THREADS. NEVER. Do you know how hard it was for me tofind anything on that blog? One thread was over 100 notes long and it wasn'tcut. Let that sink in.

It was long.

I had them followed on Shugarl's first blog. Do you know what mydash looked like? It was one-liner 100+ note uncut thread HELL.

So in other words, I wanted to talk to them and be a friend.Someone that they could talk to. I tried to talk to them many times but theykept saying 'I'm feeling uncomfortable so I don't want to talk about thisanymore'.

Dude, one time all I said was: "I think you should tryputting up a rules page. A lot of people like seeing one."

"I feel uncomfortable so I want to talk about somethingelse."

.... wut. Like, WHAT? I was just... giving you advice? It wasthe start of our interactions too. I just-- what?

I kept asking them if they wanted me to write the starter andthey kept holding back like 'I want to talk it out first' because they didn'tknow my muse. So I explained to them and they kept asking stupid questions.

"So he's an angry human?" "I just told you he's a demon. Like, he’s a real demon." "Oh okay! :) So he's got special powers. He's got angelic powers?""No... I just told you he's a demon." "What powers does he have?" "He makes use of mathematical equations to summon blades and otherthings." "Oh okay."

5 mins later."Can you tell me more about his fire powers?" "... He doesn't have fire powers??? Are you even reading any of what I'msaying? You are the one who asked me to tell you about my muse. It's rude foryou to not be properly reading." "I don't feel comfortable anymore, so I'm going to go to bed. Bye! =^.^="

I legit felt like I got cancer from this person.

I'm so serious. I forever laugh how they tried to make mepromise to be nice to Daisuke.

"I can't promise that. Shugarl is a demon. He's not nice,but he can be nice towards kids sometimes. You need to make Daisukebehave."

"I can make him glomp him and have marshmallows!"

"He will literally kick Daisuke if you do that. I told youhe's not nice."

"He's such a meanie!"

"He's a literal demon."

It was like talking to a 5 year old.

So in the end, I tried to interact with them but they drove meso insane we didn't even get that far before I finally blocked them forever.

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TLDR: I tried to give them a chance but I couldn't do it. Mypatience reached it's limit and I blocked them. This is the first and only rpblog I ever blocked to truly block them and not to softblock. All because ofthis person, the name 'Daisuke' makes me feel unjust rage, and I'll never everlook at DNangel the same way. I'll never even attempt to touch the serieseither.

#Anonymous ask #anonymous answered #Fatenet meme #Meme answered #answered ask #thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks

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lsr-psychosphere · 7 years

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The Curious Case of Infidelity

by Tanya Dutta Platonically Speaking, October 2017

Is your boyfriend perpetually talking to attractive girls, who he swears are “his cousins”? Are you too constantly trying to crack your boyfriend’s phone’s passcode? Has he still not deleted Tinder?

Girl, it sounds like you might’ve got a case of infidelity in hand.

I think I should begin with the most obvious definition – cheating. When would you say a person is cheating? Is it only when they engage in a physical act with someone other than their partner? Or does it include sexting other people? Or perhaps when they flirt with strangers on dating apps or social media, pretending to be single? With the advent of all this technology, the lines really are blurred.

A firm believer of “live and let live”, I try to apply that principle in all aspects of life, to overpower the judgmental bitch that resides within me. It makes sense to me that every relationship has its own dynamic, specific to the two individuals in it. So when certain things happen in Person A’s relationship that I am not down with, but Person A is, I tell myself to mind my own business.

In a serious monogamous romantic relationship, staying loyal to your partner is kind of a big deal, if not the ultimate premise on which the relationship is based. The idea of sharing your life with that one special person, opening up to them and rendering yourself vulnerable, and working on maintaining that connection forged between the both of you, is the part of relationships which make them so lovely and infuriating at the same time.

However, it does concern me to see that cheating has blown up in recent times. It is so prevalent that it really isn’t that big a deal anymore. This has lead to two things: a heightened sense of possessiveness, suspicion, and insecurity; and loss of meaning and integrity of relationships.

The spate of memes and “mockumentaries” on suspicious girlfriends (which is plain sexist, by the way, guys can be possessive and suspicious too), is testament to the first phenomenon. Due to the prevalence of cheating, impositions of constant tests to prove one’s loyalty to their partner to an extent that it stifles them aren’t uncommon. Being afraid of getting hurt is a very real and legitimate fear, and everyone experiences it at some point or another, but trying to track every movement your boo makes, and having them justify every interaction they have with other people, becomes exhausting for you and irritating for them.

The simple fact that reality shows exist to bust cheating partners and test their restraint is thought-provoking – it makes you realize that capitalists never know where to stop, and it leads you to believe that love is dead.

Everything has gone online, including relationships. Sliding into DMs on instagram, sending (disappearing) flirty snaps on snapchat, and having the privilege to delete chats, has made cheating online… easy. I didn’t bring this up to plant a seed of doubt in your minds, readers, but just illustrate the loss of meaning in relationships, because how important could your relationship be to you, if you’re doing all of the above? Not very, it seems.

Sure, monogamy may not be natural for human beings, but you should probably consider that argument before you get into relationship like that, rather than bring it up after an act of indiscretion on your part.

Now, a big question – what do you do if you know your partner has cheated? The answer is definitely not an easy black-or-white, it’s tinged with hues of grey. Depending on the circumstances, the amount of remorse and other factors involved, one can decide to either break up, or try and work on the relationship. But a third person can never know the situation as well as the two people actually involved, so it’s a good idea to leave it to them.

Moving on to the next big question - how can one not cheat, ever? I read about this rule of thumb that said, if you’re doing something that is even slightly questionable, think about whether you would be alright with your partner knowing. If you’re not, then you probably know the answer. My two cents on this would be to also maybe think about how much you admire and appreciate your partner, and how a few moments of pleasure with another would not be worth wrecking the beautiful bond you share. A last piece of advice which is universally applicable – just don’t be a jerk – works like a charm.

#tanya dutta #platonically speaking #october 2017

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pegavolice · 4 years

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The thing with instagram is,you wanna know what's going on in certain people's lives,not just to post pics,you acually crave for human affection,for their reaction on you. You crave for human connection,because you maybe can't find it in real life,in every day life,and you begin to look for it in places like this thing called social media. It can be bad,because u get warped around in that world,that dosen't really show you reality. Even tho some of us are trying to make it as real as possible. For those who are still trying,thank you. You are the reason why I kinda love it,in a way. Yeah,it can be bad,let me show you how. It can make u feel bad about yourself,about your life because you are not successful like them,or you don't have the looks like them,you don't have houses like them,cars,friends,rich perents like them,and all that material bulshit. It can manipulate you in a way you can't even see. You begin to do stuff so you can be more likeable..more in trend,more like everyone else. You acually begin to do stuff particulary for instagram. When you go out with your friends you have to take a picture and post it,to show you have a social life,when you go to the party,yes that means drinks pic. Come on,been there done that. Oh isn't it lovely to get all that attention from the people on the internet,yes we need attention. Every day,yes me,me, look at me. Pretty bad part is when you let the app rule your life, every morning when u wake up,you check your instagram notifications,who liked your last post,what are the comments saying about you. Is it too simple? Is it too much of a compliment? Ou is it flirty? Did your chrush just liked your post? Hm oukaay is that sarcastical hate someone is using? Think about it...

We have to live our lives by doing so,not just by putting on a pics on instagram stories and post about our problems,because that's not the way how they're going to disappear. Yeah, I know perhaps it's a way you want to be heard,maybe some of us have the same problems,and that's the only thing that acually connect us,or it can be our way of creativity,either way you're not alone.

And man,let me tell you something,If it wasn't for this stupid app I would never met the people I am grateful today.

They are golden,and extraordinary.

You know who you are,don't you?! I know u do,u might be the only ones still reading this shitmouth full of thoughs sptting it all out of me in 2am thursday night xD

My point is,it can be good too,but just if you creat it yourselfe.

If u follow the people who makes u feel good,more confident,if they make u feel acceptable. You should follow the people who inspires you.

You can express yourselfe in a way you choose to,is it art,or humor content, is it writing or just memes,photography any really kind of creativity.

You can choose how your life on social media will effect you.

And that's the great thing about it,you just have to realise it. Because when u do, you'll be the one in control,and not the other way around.

You have to learn to be able to express yourselfe in everyday life,in a real world. That way it becomes real. They say actions speak louder then words do.

Take it,embrace it, make it good for you, or just delete the damn app. Now go,and choose.

E.O

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datingadviceonreddit · 4 years

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I am mainly posting this for 2 reasons:I didn't have the best luck with dating in college and I put up with my fair share of abusive relationships and fuckboys (but this post can also apply to fuckgirls (yes they are a thing))I have seen too many of my friends put up with WAYYYY too much crap from somebody they are interested in and time and time again go back constantly excusing the shitty things said love interest has doneSo, I'm going to start with example #1:My best friend in college met a professional baseball player, lets just call him MLB. She was totally enamored with him. First time she met MLB, he was in her town for a game, went on a date, had sex, etc. From there, he talked to her for a couple weeks, would even face time with her. Then eventually he ghosted her and she was devastated.This became a pretty frequent pattern. He would sometimes talk to her for a month or so (usually when he knew he was going to be back in town for a game), they'd meet up, have sex, then he would tell her he was sorry for not talking to her but he was "just so busy with baseball." He promised to take her on exotic vacations etc and would tell her how much he liked her and get her hopes up so much, then he would not talk to her again for a month or two. She put up with this for years, and would constantly make excuses for his behavior and just go right back to him and get hurt all over again.I was very upfront with her about my feelings on the situation - I would CONSTANTLY tell her that he clearly doesn't want anything serious, and that he is using her, that he probably has a girl in every town he plays in..... and she would go, "you're right, you're right. I am going to block him. I am going to cut him out of my life".... then a week later I would get a text from her saying "OMG, MLB just viewed my snapchat story. Like clearly he's still into me." ... stuff like that. This went on for years, and while they aren't currently talking and its been probably a year since shes talked to MLB.... I bet that if he contacted her again she would give him another chance.I don't blame her for doing this, and I understand how hard it can be to experience unrequited love. I know that when you really like somebody, and want to believe that they like you in return, its hard to not hold out hope that them "liking" or "viewing" a post of yours is some sign of something bigger and that they really do like you.. but if their behavior doesn't match these "signs".. you should probably take a hard look and realize that its just as innocent as them viewing a post and its not them trying to get with you.Ill bring up example #2 now, in which I delt with my own fuckboy.Well call this guy "John".John and I met my sophomore year at university through work. An hour after we met, he friended me on Facebook and twitter. I was very excited because I found him very attractive and really wanted a boyfriend. John soon began favoriting every tweet I posted, started messaging me almost daily in response to something I posted. Eventually we started crossing paths more and actually found out we had a lot of mutual friends.I clearly felt that John was interested in me due to him constantly engaging with me on social media... I would check to see if he was doing this to other girls too and while he would occasionally like other girls posts, it seems like mine was very frequent compared to others.John asked me for my number eventually, and started inviting me to study with him both alone and in groups. He started inviting me to do more and more, like come over and watch movies, etc. After a month or two of this, my sorority was having a formal so I decided to get up the courage and ask him. He immediately said yes. We had a wonderful time, and he invited me back to his place for the night. We only cuddled, and didn't even kiss or make out or have sex or anything. He drove me home the next morning, and texted me the next day telling me how great of a time he had and how we should hang out again soon. I later found out through his friends that his family was in town that weekend, and he skipped seeing them for one night of the weekend to come to my formal. I didn't know he did this at the time, but when I found out, combined with the other signs he was giving me, I was VERY convinced he liked me.However, I started realizing that his "signs" were often unpredictable and inconsistent. Sometimes we would hang out several times a week for a month or two, and then it would be like he feel off the face of the earth. Then, out of nowhere I would get a text from him saying he was having a party at his place and I should come. He would be VERY adamant about me coming and would even offer to come pick me up from my apartment and bring me to his party so that I wouldn't need to find a ride. Sometimes he would be really flirty with me at his parties, and sometimes he would completely ignore me and dance with other girls.This only made me like him more and want his attention more. I went home for thanksgiving break, but he stayed behind at university because his hometown was 4 hours away and he wanted to stay at school to catch up on homework. He begged me to come back to university and keep him company and study with him. So, me being the dumbass I was went back the day after thanksgiving. He game over to study, would pick up a pizza on the way because he knew I loved pizza, and would be super flirty. After studying, he would ask to go to my place and watch movies together, and he would inch his hand closer to mine and just give me such butterflies in my stomach, but would never make a move. This went on for probably 8 months with cycles of him doing this then not talking to me for several weeks.I finally got fed up with it and confronted him a few months before the end of the school year. I told him I really liked him, and I feel like he has been giving me mixed signals for a while now and I wanted to know how he felt. He told me that he liked me, but wasn't looking for a relationship. I was VERY hurt because I was crazy about this kid, but at the same time I was super happy I finally had an answer and could begin the healing process and move on and find somebody who wouldn't play with my feelings like this.I did consider him a good friend, so I told him I needed some space to get over him but that eventually we could maybe be friends again. I avoided him for about a month, and was finally doing really well... however I did secretly hope deep down that he would change his mind eventually, realize he made a mistake, and want a relationship with me.A week before school ended, he texts me that him and his roommates are having an end of year party and I should come. I convinced some of my friends to go, and told everyone it was fine and I was over him and just wanted to go to try and at least reestablish a friendship with him. I tried to talk to him very little at the party because finally seeing him in person was a lot harder than I thought it would be, but he was VERY flirty with me and eventually was putting his arm around me. We left the party together and went and got food, then he brought me back to his apartment and asked me to spend the night. I told him we could hang out for a while but I wasn't going to spend the night. We started having a drunk talk where I told him that he really hurt me, and he goes "Will you please let me take you out on a date." I told him I would need to think about it. He then grabbed me and kissed me and we ended up just kissing/ cuddling/ making out for about three hours. I went home after that and didn't spend the night. It didn't go past kissing. Once again though, my hopes were up. I was so excited that he told me he wanted to take me on a date and felt this finally meant he realized he wanted to be with me.Well, the date never happened. We both lived at college for the summer, even hung out a bit, but he never mentioned the date again. I realized I could have asked him, but I felt like he knew my feelings and that I liked him, and I really felt that if it was important enough to him he should have asked me.This cycle continued for 3 MORE FREAKING YEARS. No matter what this kid did to me, I would always take it as a sign he liked me, would get hurt, not talk for a couple months, then he would text me a funny meme out of nowhere and talk to me completely normally like nothing happened. Took me to a concert once and out to eat after. Would still always try to study with me/ hang out with me. Would ghost me again - and I was too stupid to just cut this kid out of my life.I was at a really low point in college, I was pretty depressed and I don't think it helped. But, I finally started wanting better for myself and one day I just deleted him from everything. He would text me, I just stopped responding. I deleted him on snapchat, he readded me, I declined the request, he tried to add me again. I deleted him on facebook, he tried to readd me. Eventually I just let the requests sit there but ignored them. Eventually, now that I am over him I readded him just because IDGAF about him anymore and I have grown up SO much.. but I am still so mad at myself for putting up with this behavior as I did.Oh how I wish college me could have known what I know now. I have just learned through many of these hard experiences myself that if somebody likes you and wants to be with you - they will. They aren't gonna continually ghost you and make you question your self-worth... they will be with you. No excuses.I get that when initially getting to know somebody, there may be some ambiguity/ you're still trying to figure out if you like one another - and this post doesn't pertain to those situations.I just hope I can maybe help others to "take the hint"If you ask somebody for their number at the bar, you text them, they don't respond - take the hint. I understand trying a second time, but after that, just stop. To the people who just text and text somebody thinking that's gonna make them want to respond or talk to you - it's not.If somebody continually ghosts you and comes back into your life - they obviously don't care about you. Don't make excuses for their behavior. Don't give into their shitty behavior. You deserve better.TL;DR: Actions really do speak louder than words, especially when it comes to dating. Somebody can tell you they like you, tell you they want to be with you, but if their actions don't reflect it - don't keep falling for it. via /r/dating_advice

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