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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Omg thank you so much for writing my request for tom :) Can I ask for a part two where you try not to read the comments, but end up doing so, and most are good, so it's fine. Until you post a picture of you on your account, and tom's fans start calling you names, and tom's so tired of all that happening that he posts on his account a whole paragraph about how his personal life it's no one's business?

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This is part two, find the first part here

Summary | previously Tom had accidentally posted a picture of the two of you, exposing your relationship. And so, you decide to purposely do the same on your Instagram, though the response is much different than what his post had received.

Warnings | hate comments, some angst, swear and demeaning words

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

Tom was asleep beside you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, you were able to feel his gentle, slumbering breathing against your skin, and it caused goose bumps to prickle upon the outer layer of your flesh.

The two of you had vastly fallen asleep upon the couch, and your phone was on the coffee table, and to say that you were itchy to reach for it was an understatement. There would be comments on the picture that Tom accidentally put online, and you were hungry to see them, whilst simultaneously nervous.

Tom was a big actor, known for his presence in the marvel cinematic universe upon many other projects, and some of his fans, whilst proven during Comic-Con panels, were borderline crazy. They’d snap if they even so much as saw something that they didn’t like, and this time, you would be on the receiving end of it.

Being motionlessly captured, with your face on show, was certain to bring much attention. You too were within the acting department, but there had been no correlation between the pair of you until now, most of the world weren’t even aware that you knew each other. And not to mention, your span of reaching an audience was smaller, although, certainly not non existent.

You had reprised fame during your appearance on Modern Family, as the friendly neighbour of Phil and Claire, and a classmate of their eldest daughter, and not to mention Luke was crushing hard on the character you played, though, with that said, your character laughed his efforts off due to the age difference, yet still found his pining weird and often uncomfortable.

Another role that you were becoming known for was your character in Netflix’s Irregulars, where you met Harrison Osterfield, Tom’s best friend. Through filming the show, you were introduced to the Spider-Man actor, and the pair of you had hit it off almost instantly, if you didn’t include Tom keeping his amorous distance, wary just in case there was something going on between you and your mutual friend. To his relief, there wasn’t.

And thus, when he received that confirmation, he was far more forward, yet respectful at the same time with his intentions. That was how you had ended up here, as he half used you as a pillow, his arms wrapped around his ribs, and his soft peaceful snores filling the void in the air.

Stretching your arm at its furthest length, your fingertips wrestled with the side of your phone, padding it closer to yourself, so that you could slide it across the small living room table, and closer to yourself. You were victorious in your efforts, and so on you unlocked your screen, going to your camera app, and leaning sideways so that you could snap a few pictures of your predicament with your loving and sweet boyfriend.

Looking at the images that you had captured, a smile arose upon your face; you truly did love this man, and you wanted the whole world to know how much you adored him. You wanted them to see that you cared about him, and that he was in good hands with you, to cool off any of his fans that were processing their hurt feelings for seeing Tom with another woman, show him that he was getting the love that he deserved.

Extreme courage coursed through your veins, focusing within your fingertips as you opened insta, gulping as you readied to post the image. There was no editing required, it was perfect just like him. And so, the caption was something to think about, you didn’t want to make it too obvious that you were dating as the online community already assumed, the priority was to show them that you cared about him.

‘He’s taking a nap, and crushing my hip a little, but I don’t mind 😌’ you typed, your finger hovering over the post button as you chewed your lip. It was easy to press your digit down, and so, taking a breath, you did just that, encouraged by the previous and kind comments on Tom’s earlier post.

Within a matter of minutes, your phone was blowing up, and you were too tempted not to glance at the growing comment section. There were various accounts, some supporting your confidence to show such a domestic version of yourself with Tom, you assumed that they were your followers, and the ones that weren’t so light hearted were those that intently watched anything on the media that involved Tom.

‘He’s too good looking for her, she should be dating someone within her league. Tom is clearly taking pity on this hoe.’

‘Aw look at him, and ew, look at the state of her. He could do sm better 😔’

‘Why doesn’t she look like his exes, they were hot af, and now he’s with some rando that is after his fame and money. Maybe she should just take better roles if she wants to get noticed so bad.’

Your eyes kept reeling through the intentionally hateful words that continued to come through beneath the image. Tears began to fall from your eyes as you tried to stifle the movements and the sound of your gentle sobbing, as to not wake Tom. Quickly, your fingers raced through the social media, and you, knowing that there would still be presence of the image somewhere online, you deleted it, muting notifications and shuffled back into Tom.

The man stirred, tugging you closer by your waist, pressing a kiss to your locks as he awoke. He noticed however the way that you refused to face him, and so he rolled you over with a gentle grip on your shoulder, frowning when he saw the recognisable redness beneath your eyes, and the sad expression floating within your eyes.

“Princess, what’s going on?” He wiped his thumb beneath your bottom lashes, collecting your tears as he worriedly looked down at you. His brown eyes searched every inch of your face for an idea, but found nothing but your broken hearted expression.

“It’s nothing Tommy.” You tried and failed to convince the man, wincing half heartedly as he sat back on his thighs, gripping your hips so that he could pull you up with him, giving him a clearer view of your face. It was clear that he did not believe you, and he hummed, trying to make you give in. Eventually, after much concerned staring, you gave in, slumping your shoulders as you tucked your arms around the back of his neck. “I posted a picture of us, the response wasn’t great.”

Instantly, Tom’s brows uplifted, surprised by your action, though he had a strong inkling of a feeling that the reaction that you had earned was not complimentary. These were not tears of joy, instead they were stricken rivers of anguish and insecurity running down the length of your face.

“Let me see.” He spoke, softly to you, but his intents towards defending you strong. You shook your head lightly, tracing circles upon his knees as you gulped, flickering your guilty gaze up to his watchful eyes.

“I deleted it. I just couldn’t deal with knowing that the longer that it was up, the more hate would be directed at me. I’m sorry.” Tom grasped your face by your tense jaw, his fingers stroking your chin as he sadly stared at you.

“Never be sorry. Now send me the picture you used so that I can give everyone a piece of my mind.” Reaching for your phone, you sent the image to him, and in a second his device pinged, revealing that it had successfully sent to him.

“Cute.” He described the picture, his hands furiously typing away on his phone, his constant unsettling of his rabidly moving fingers drawing anxiousness from you. “And some.” Tom finally breathed, closing his phone as you went to his account, checking what he had posted publicly.

‘This may concern some people, who keep sticking their noses in where it does not involve them. I appreciate you all, the support, the love, everything. But one thing that I do not stand for is people coming at my girlfriend just because they don’t approve of our relationship. If you check mate, I never asked for your opinion, I love y/n, and some online hate, that needs to stop otherwise you are not someone I want to be calling themselves a fan of me, needs to stop. It makes no one happy or feel healthy with spreading such toxicity around the internet, if you don’t like something, then keep your blood mouths shut, this has nothing to do with you, it is just me and my girlfriend. I’d think you’d want me to be happy, because I want the same for all of you, so can people please give my partner some respect, she’s done nothing wrong but bravely chose to reach out to you all, and she had that spat back in her face. It’s not on, and I want this to stop now.’

“Tom...” you were shocked by the paragraph, it came across as aggressive, and very over protective. His action, that could affect how he was cried by people that put him on a pedestal, and that made you feel guilty that he had reached out to them in such a way.

“It’s okay baby, I’d do anything for you, and you know that. No one messes with my girl.” He put his arm around your shoulders as he pulled you close placing a kiss upon your forehead. Not only was he your boyfriend, but he was your protector, your knight on a shining cell phone.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland reader insert #tom x reader #tom imagine #marvel actors x reader #mcu actors x reader #imagines #imagine #xreader

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fandom-meanderer · 5 years

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The Perfect Disney Princess

Pairing: Dimitri Alexandre Blaidydd x Reader (Modern AU)

Part: (2/2) [First]

Genre: Romance, Comedy

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

P.o.V.: 2nd

Word Count: 1,729 Words

Warnings: None

Further Notes: Okay, okay, I know I have a shit ton of requests, but I just saw Chris Hackney’s post on insta and my hands just moved by themselves!

“Look, Dimitri, look!” Juliet hopped off of the couch and ran up to the TV. “Can we watch this? Pretty please?” Dimitri looked at the screen.

“Mulan?”

“Yes! It’s one of my favorite movies!”

“I though you said Beauty and the Beast was?”

“I like that one too!”

“Oh, well, alright then,” Dimitri picked up the remote and clicked on the movie, waiting for Netflix to load while Juliet pranced around the apartment.

It’s been a few months since the incident in Discussion, and since then you had agreed to move in with Dimitri in his apartment and boy was Juliet overjoyed. Now, she was really expecting more of a castle rather than a two bedroom and one bathroom apartment, but according to Dimitri his real house back where he came from was huge, so Juliet settled with this. On the topic of you, you happened to be stuck in a group study with Sylvain and Felix, so you wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. In that time, Juliet’s mother called you to ask if you could take care of Juliet, and fortunately, Dimitri happened to be home.

Juliet was practically rocking back and forth in her seat as the movie played, and Dimitri could tell how ecstatic she was, what with her singing every song that came on and with her expressive emotions throughout the movie.

“Oh! Oh, I love this song!” Juliet chimed. Dimitri chuckled.

“Let’s get down to business, to defeat, the huns…” he sang. Juliet turned around.

“You can sing!” She jumped off the couch and sang with him, trying to do the same stunts the others did in the movie. Dimitri, truly, couldn’t mask his laughter at the small girl hopping around. And once the song finally ended, she skid to a stop in front of Dimitri, wearing that oh so familiar determined look in her eyes. She took his hands, and whilst her face remained resolute, she said, “You are the Perfect Disney Prince.”

“Yes, I believe we established that,” Dimitri says, his face reddening as he remembers her very loud proclamation.

“So that means (Name) must be the Perfect Disney Princess.”

“Well, of course.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am quite certain, yes.”

“10000% Sure?”

“Uh, yes.”

“You hesitated.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes you did, don’t worry! I have a plan to make (Name) the Perfect Disney Princess!”

“Claude, I have no clue as to why you’re making me do this with you,” Dimitri frowns, watching as Claude rolls a strike.

“Just for good times with a good friend,” he smiles. Claude brushes off his letterman jacket and hands Dimitri a bowling ball with one hand. “Come on, unless you want to show us that Dorothea is a better bowler than you?”

“I’ll do it because you offered,” Dimitri pouts. “I hope you know that I skipped discussion for this.”

“Oh, I know,” Claude smirks. Before Dimitri could press further, Ferdinand wails behind him, something about his bowling ball stopping half way through. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back before class ends, just relax a little.”

“Fine, fine,” Dimitri grumbles, walking up to the alley.

“Okay! Here’s the game plan!” Juliet stood on a stool while pointing to the blank board. “Mr. Ashe is going to draw for me since I can’t reach.”

“Hello!”

“Okay. When Ms. Byleth walks back in with (Name), we will begin station one! Miss Ingrid is going to focus on cleaning her up. Station two! Mr. Felix and Mr. Sylvain are in charge of hair!”

“Why do I have to do it?” Felix scoffs.

“Because your hair is always so nice! And Mr. Sylvain is there for moral support.”

“That’s right!” Sylvain winks.

“Next is for Ms. Annette and Ms. Mercedes who are in charge of makeup!”

“Yes! We are so excited to do that!” Annette smiles, holding her brushes up.

“And, by the time they’re though, Mr. Dedue should be back with the jewelry that I asked him to buy and we’ll be set!” Just so you know, Dedue is currently at a mall right now showing various jewelers a crude, but adorably drawn picture of a necklace.

“Once the finishing touches are done, then Mr. Claude will bring Dimitri into the room and everything will be perfect!” Juliet smiles.

Just as a quick note, let’s talk about how Juliet convinced the whole class plus Byleth to go along with her idea. She, at first, went to the teacher before class started, catching them while they were at the school market, and since you and Dimitri were busy figuring out what to buy, Juliet wandered up to them easily. Once she got their approval, Byleth emailed the other students of the class for an earlier meeting to explain what had to be done.

Now, why Byleth agreed to this? Simple, since Juliet showed up the overall class average skyrocketed. And the other classmates said yes primarily because they love Juliet, but they would also pay good money to make Dimitri embarrassed honestly who wouldn’t?

But, as the door creaked open, it became clear.

It’s show time.

“What is this?” You gasp, the entire discussion room turned into a makeshift Salon. A curtain is drawn around you and Ingrid presents you with a few wipes and perfume.

“Just go with it, (Name),” Ingrid laughs. You smile.

“Did Juliet put you up to this?”

“Yeah, but we figured, why not? We just finished midterms and we’re all tuckered out,” she explains. She finishes cleaning you up and pulls back the curtain. “Good luck with those two,” she says.

Just as she said that, Felix sat you down on the chair and pulled out a comb.

“If this hurts, suck it up and deal with it.”

“You can do it, (Name)!”

Needless to say, Felix was a lot better at styling your hair than you thought, or at least you’re assuming, Juliet didn’t want you to see the final product until you were fully done.

In no time at all, Mercedes was applying foundation to your face as Annette got to work on your eye shadow.

“What’s this all about?”

“Oh, you know Juliet,” Mercedes giggles. “Don’t worry, it’s all in good faith.”

“Oh geez, does this have something to do with Dimitri?”

“Maybe,” Annette smirks. She finishes your mascara and the two of them step back, giving each other a quick high five. The door opens and Dedue walks in, holding a small box.

“You actually found it?” Ashe asks. Dedue shook his head.

“No, but I did have it custom made instead,” he says. “The jewelers didn’t understand the picture,” he whispers. He hands you the box and you open it.

Inside was a simple but elegant necklace with a small lion charm attached to it. It was the lion’s head, specifically, but the spaces inside were filled with a glistening sapphire.

“Dedue, how much was this?” You ask.

“Don’t worry, I took it out of Dimitri’s (Name) fund.”

“His what fund?”

“No questions!” Juliet rushes up to you. She tugs on Ashe’s hand and he helps you put the necklace on. “Wow… you’re so pretty!” Juliet beams. She runs over to stand next to Byleth, who is wearing a soft expression.

“Ready for the big reveal?” They ask.

“Sure,” you say. They pull the cloth aside and your eyes lock with a familiar blue.

“H… Hi,” Dimitri musters out.

“Hey,” you smile. He looks over to Juliet, who is smiling expectantly.

“You really want me to say it, don’t you,” he slumps his shoulders. Juliet nods enthusiastically as Dedue walks up next to Dimitri. Sylvain snorts, trying to hold his laughter in, and Felix scoffs.

“Just do it already!” He says. Dimitri takes a deep breath in.

“(Name), you are a…” Dimitri stops for a second, the ever so noticeable pink rising higher in his expression. “A Perfect Disney Princess.”

Silence.

You’re processing his words.

“Oh… my… god!” You double over in laughter. “So that’s what all this is about!” You walk over to him and Dedue hands you a paper.

“While I was out I took the liberty of reserving dinner for you.”

“Thank you!” You tug on Dimitri’s sweater. “We’ll drop by the apartment to get him fixed up and we’ll head over,” you say.

Then it became painfully obvious that while you were dolled up, Dimitri looks like he just finished hibernating for the winter and his embarrassment only grew.

“Goddess above…” he mumbles.

“We’ll watch Juliet!” Ashe calls.

“Yes! You two have fun,” Mercedes waves at you.

“We will!” You wave one last goodbye and you shut the door. You and Dimitri look at each other. Finally, you spoke up. “Mulan?”

“Mulan,” he cracks a small smile.

Juliet looked up at the two students in front of her, in her hands was a large lollipop and in the hands of a certain black haired student was another.

“You remind me of Yzma and Kronk!” Juliet laughs. Edelgard gasps.

“How dare—“ Hubert is appalled, to say the least. Edelgard holds him back.

“Wait, let her speak,” she says.

“Can I have that lollipop, Mister?”

“Finish the one you have first, little one,” Hubert snaps. Juliet pouts.

“Can you tell us about the green haired people?” Edelgard presses.

“The one with really long hair?”

“Yes, her.”

“Oh! Okay,” Juliet smiles. “She kind of reminds me of Mother Gothel and Maleficent all rolled into one.”

“Yes, and why is that?”

“Because—“

“Juliet! That’s where you are!” You walk over to the trio. “I see you met Edelgard and Hubert.”

“Mmhmm! I like them a lot,” Juliet smiles. Edelgard’s mouth hangs slightly ajar and Hubert scrunches his eyebrows in slight confusion.

“Well, say bye to your friends now, we have to get you home.”

“Okay! Bye, Ms. Edelgard! Bye, Mr. Hubert!” You pick up Juliet and walk away, the little girl waving at the duo until they were out of eyesight.

“That little girl knows something.”

“That she does, Hubert, that she does.”

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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19th February 2019

Author: Kenyoda

Admin’s Note: The following work was written by @ebonyphd, inspired by one of @crzangel’s headcanons. You can find the headcanon here if you want to know more!

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Candid Shoutos

Izuku bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. How anyone had found a copy of Vib Ribbon and an emulator for it, Izuku would never know. But Todoroki’s absolutely perplexed expression was one for the books. He discreetly took a picture with his phone. The teen eventually gave into his urge when Shouto’s face morphed into horror when the stick figure rabbit squealed while demonstrating what happened when you missed a combination. As the others chattered around Kaminari’s emulator running laptop, Izuku pulled up the PlusInsta page on his phone and logged into the page that he ran for Todoroki. He quickly uploaded the photo with the caption:

#his face #he looks so lost #lol

Almost instantly, the like counter started climbing and comments starting flowing about 5 minutes after. They ranged from: ‘he’s so adorkable’ to ‘what is he even looking at?’ Izuku fielded a few of the questions as he chuckled at other comments. Eventually, Shouto gave up the computer after playing a few levels. The game was passed around to several of their classmates until someone suggested a new fighting game and the TV became the main source of entertainment. They both watched the tournament and both cheered when Yaomomo won. After a fuming Bakugou stormed off muttering halfhearted threats under his breath, the class dispersed.

Izuku remained parked on the couch with Todoroki right next to him. He continued to watch all the reactions to his newest post. He had been running candid_shoutos for about six months. Actually, the silly little side project had actually gotten Izuku a boyfriend. He looked over to his right to see said boyfriend had conked out on his shoulder.

His hair had fallen over his face casting a red haze over his pale skin. Shouto’s glasses were precariously hanging onto the end of his nose. Izuku’s heart melted at the sight. He was so cute. The teen took another picture. He did not post it though. That was for him alone. Izuku finally chanced waking Shouto up and removed the glasses from his nose. Shouto wrinkled his nose and muttered some garbled protest at being disturbed. He sighed and snuggled deeper into Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku flushed. Adorkable, indeed. He remembered how it had all started quite fondly…

Izuku had started the whole silly page because Shouto was convinced he wasn’t attractive. Izuku and majority of his classmates had protested vehemently that it wasn’t true. Shouto would only scoff and claim they were biased.

So, Izuku bet Shouto a favor that he could prove Shouto wrong. Ashido, who was in charge of the Class 2-A social media pages, suggested that Izuku start a PlusInsta account and post pictures. It would be simple to post things and let other people decide. Shouto agreed to the page idea with the caveat that the pictures are only candid shots, with no explanations, and that only Izuku could take them. This way the bet stayed among the three of them and Izuku couldn’t doctor the photos. They decided that they would give it two weeks. Ashido also promised to reblog the page link on the Class Insta once Izuku had it up and running.

So the following Monday, Izuku started snapping photos of Shouto doing various activities during the day, save for bathroom activities. Once classes were over, he shifted through the shots and picked the very first picture for the blog. It had simply been a picture of Shouto working on some homework during study hall. He had been perfectly poised at his desk, almost statue-like. But Izuku had zoomed in on his face, you could see the shadow of his hair on his cheek and the determined set to his eyes and jaw as his hand flew elegantly across the page. He had posted the picture with the caption:

#hard at work #go Todoroki

The first picture had gained 100 likes in an hour after Ashido had reblogged it. The blog itself had 30 followers. Izuku had posted another picture before dinner time, this one of Shouto leaning over and holding his knees after he and Izuku had come back from a run. His hair had begun curling at the ends from the sweat and his face had been flushed pink. He ended up looking at Izuku in surprise right as he had taken the picture. The number of likes it got was tripled what the other one had. The blog had a hundred followers by the time Izuku had gone to bed. The blog had also received some of its first comments. Some of them had Izuku laughing out loud:

Dear Lord! That should have come with a health warning!!! *fans self*

*sees curly ends* Omg! Todoroki has curly hair! I wonder how long it takes him to get straight?

Those eyes… just… sigh

Dude… I am kinda questioning my sexuality…

I have been questioning mine since he set himself on fire in the Sports Festival during my first year! #TodorokiShoutocausedmygayawakening

Same.

Praise whoever captured such a blessed image!

He had gleefully shown Shouto the page during breakfast the next day. The gob smacked expression on his face had left Izuku in stitches and feeling light as a feather. As the two weeks wore on, the comments and likes kept coming and Izuku kept supplying pictures. Around day 8, however, Izuku hit a bit of a snag. He was beginning to notice that he was taking far, far more pictures of Shouto than was warranted for the 2-3 random posts he made in a day. And many of those pictures remained in his phone after he deleted all the ones he didn’t like or need.

Izuku was no fool. He was well aware of his feelings for Todoroki. He just wasn’t sure how and if he should act on them. But he was forced to make a decision when he posted a picture of Shouto smiling. It had not been a huge one. A small part of his lips and his eyes squeezed shut. He had been mid-chuckle at a bad pun Kaminari had told. The comment section lost their collective minds. To this day, that photo was one of the most liked pictures on the blog.

At the time however, the picture’s popularity had left Izuku feeling sick and cold. It had occurred to him that if people loved Shouto when he was scowling, sweaty, and flat faced; they would be besotted with him when he smiled. Just like Izuku. He had spent some time looking through some of the pages that were following the blog. There were so many beautiful people on the site. People that weren’t too afraid of taking the chance to ask that beautiful boy out. People that Todoroki might say yes to. Finally, in the midst of his jealous fit, Izuku decided that once the dare was over he would make that favor count.

So, he still posted candids of Shouto like always, however, there was only that one smile picture for a long while. But as soon as the two weeks were up, the two friends had met up in Izuku’s room to discuss the outcome.

“Well…” Todoroki had said, “you won. I never realized that people actually believed that I was attractive.” He had then hung his head between his hunched shoulders. Izuku felt bad. He hadn’t thought about how weird it may have been for Todoroki, who was an intensely private person despite his tendency to be forthright and brutally honest.

“I am sorry if any of this made you uncomfortable, Shouto. Eek! I mean, T-Todoroki!” he blurted out. Shouto’s head snapped back up. His mismatched gaze pierced Izuku and made his chest tighten.

“I wouldn’t call it uncomfortable, just surprising, I guess? And no need to apologize. I agreed to the terms too after all. So, don’t worry about it… Izuku.” Shouto said after a moment. Izuku’s eyes widened. He knew that Shouto expressed a lot of himself through his actions. Izuku could easily read the permission in the use of his own given name. Izuku’s heart began gallop giddily in his chest.

“Ok, Shouto.” Izuku said with a nod.

“So, I owe you a favor now. Do you need time to think about it?” Shouto asked. Izuku hummed thoughtfully. His eyes were drawn to his desk where there was a pair of tickets to a single day pop up hero convention. It was the following weekend. Izuku had been wanting to ask Shouto to go with him but he had been too timid to do so. But now that such a gifted opportunity had presented itself…

“Nope. You’re going with me to this!” answered Izuku. He picked up one of the tickets and handed it to Shouto with a flourish. The other teen pulled his glasses from his hair and shoved them on his face. Shouto took the ticket and looked it over,

“A hero convention?” he asked. Izuku nodded nervously.

“Yeah, it’s a small one day thing. I won a pair of tickets from a podcast.” Shouto blinked at him. He then nodded.

“Ok. But are you sure you want to waste your favor on this? Wouldn’t you have more fun with Kirishima or Uraraka? They seemed to love this kind of thing.” Shouto said uncertainly. Izuku’s heart clenched. Despite being shown that he was attractive, Shouto was still a horribly insecure teenager. Much like himself.

“Well, I kinda wanted to ask you from the get go… I just didn’t want you to be weirded out or anything,” Izuku admitted quietly as he scratched at his cheek. Shouto’s confused expression turned concerned.

“Why would I be weirded out that you wanted me to go places with you?” he asked.

“W-well. I mean, you are not really a fan of crowds and I know you have some—issues with the hero industry… and I really like you and wanted to- eep!” Izuku blurted before clamping his mouth shut. Dread spread through him like tar, thick and sticky. Why did he have to ramble so much?!

“You, you like me?” Shouto breathed after a moment. Izuku looked skyward for divine intervention. But when no lightning manifested and struck him where he stood, Izuku just nodded his head meekly. He knew his face was red. After several agonizing moments, Izuku heard a quiet, “I like you, too.” His heart went wild. He stared at Shouto, trying to decide if he were kidding or not. The only thing reflected in those gem colored eyes was affection and some bashfulness.

“Oh,” he breathed giddily. “Well… how about we hold off on the favor and you just be my date instead? I’ll even buy food!” Shouto’s face turned pink and small tongues of flame shyly came to life on the tips of his red hair. Izuku wanted to die. He was so cute! So very cute.

“Um… ok. I would, like that.” He replied softly, a half smile curling at his lips. Izuku beamed back. This only caused the flames to grow. Now his entire red half was engulfed in flickering flames. It was probably warm enough that Shouto could tell the temperature change. The fire user squeaked in embarrassment before he used his right side to extinguish the flames. He groaned softly as he buried his face in his hands. Izuku could only laugh in response. He was punch drunk on affection, relief and happiness. So much so that he had no fear over going over to Shouto and prying his fingers away from his face.

His friend’s face was still pink and his eyes were wide and sparkling. His lips were twitching as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to scowl or laugh. Izuku cupped Shouto’s face and pulled him closer. He pressed his forehead and nose against the other boy’s as his chuckles dissolved into soft giggles. He rubbed against Shouto’s nose affectionately, reveling in the ability to touch him. A soft swooshing sound brought Izuku out of his happy high. Izuku took a step back from Shouto and gasped in awe.

Shouto’s hair had turned into wreathing flames and dancing flurries. One side white and the other a deep red. The two spectacles danced around Shouto’s head like a living halo. Izuku could only gape wordlessly. Shouto’s eyes were glowing, too. He looked like a God or a spirit. Devastatingly beautiful.

“Izuku?” Shouto called worriedly. The God comparison wouldn’t leave especially when his named sounded heavenly coming from Shouto’s lips. Izuku tried to answer but words continued to fail him. Almost robotically, Izuku withdrew his phone and snapped a picture. When Shouto gave him a mildly irritated look, he just turned the screen around. Shouto’s jaw dropped…

Izuku chuckled quietly to himself as he finished revisiting that old memory. Shouto did eventually get the flames and snow to go away and thankfully his hair just returned to normal. That was how they had found out that Shouto could turn parts of his body into flames and snow. Izuku had a field day helping Shouto master this new part of his quirk. The two had actually ended up going on a small dinner date a few days before the convention. Shouto had claimed it was a thank you for helping him with his Quirk. They had been together ever since. Their relationship was a quiet one. It was not hidden amongst the class, but it was a secret to anyone outside of the dorm. Maybe one day it could be public. Izuku grinned to himself at the thought of the collective mayhem that would ensue on the candid_shoutos page when they did.

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Confessions from a Digital “Native”

I remember the sound of the Dial-up internet from when I was young. Initially, only my brothers and dad used it. Any time someone needed to make a call, we would have to practically pry my older brother from the computer. My parents used to think he was obsessed with it.

My initial experience with computers myself was playing games on CD-ROM or Floppy Discs. To learn how to use them, I would copy my youngest older brother and play Flinstones Bowling and Rollercoaster Tycoon. In Elementary School, everyone would play online Mini Clip games when we got free time in the computer lab. Whenever the class would discover a new game, everyone would be bad at it except one or two people. As days and free time on the computers passed, we would all become much better through trial-and-error, until we eventually grew bored of it and found something new.

The time spent playing games gradually transitioned to social media in late elementary school through hybrid social media and game websites designed to target kids. Examples of this include Webkinz, Club Penguin, and Neopets. My whole class would play together and figure out the social etiquette of playing with our pets online. I remember my friend and I would agree to meet on Webkinz at the same time after school so that our pets could visit each other’s houses. I was always jealous that she had more pets than me.

MySpace was my first “grown up” social media site. When I first started, I would try to mimic my classmates’ and brothers’ pages, copying and pasting html code from other websites to make my profile cool. It was fun to decorate our MySpace pages with so many things that it would take five minutes to even load. You would quickly learn what online behavior is acceptable among your peers by seeing how other people interact with each other. The number of friends you had and who you placed in your top ten were important symbols of popularity and social status between classmates.

In 7th grade, after having MySpace for a year, my brother helped me make a Facebook. It seemed more mature to me since I had learned about it from my older brother in college. People seemed to be disappointed that they couldn’t personalize their profiles on Facebook like they could on MySpace, but we all slowly hopped on the band wagon anyway and transitioned from MySpace to Facebook. Eventually our parents, teachers, and other older adults followed as well.

Toward the end of high school, my parents caved and I received my first iPhone. It was pink and plastic and I was obsessed. While I had always checked social media websites like Facebook and Twitter frequently, they were suddenly attached to me at all times. I wasn’t used to the constant accessibility and it became hard to ignore. Not only that, but the number of social media websites was increasing as well. Everyone had to have Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter, etc. The number of favorites or likes you got on a Tweet or an Insta post determined how cool you were in the eyes of the student body, so it was important to make sure your public image was maintained 24/7.

Lately, my peers no longer appear to post everything that happens to them on Facebook. We’ve somewhat outgrew the need to constantly share things in that way and have transitioned to highly selective and polished-to-fit-our-image Instagram posts and Tweets. My parents’ generation, however, doesn’t seem to have moved as far in that direction; some thinking that they just aren’t as good at technology.

But what even makes us “good” at technology? My dad is a computer software engineer for Intel; he knows more of the ins and outs of how computers operate than I could imagine. It’s not, however, an uncommon occurrence for the man to call me with a question about how to use his smart phone or iPod.

In contrast, I’ve never considered my mother to be skilled at technology. She still calls CD’s, tapes and doesn’t know how to change her desktop wallpaper. However, she is a Facebook and Words with Friends addict and can tell me what all of my extended family are up to on any given day.

So what does make someone necessarily skilled at technology? Familiarity with apps and social media? Or knowledge of our operating systems? When I was younger, I was interested in how computers worked and wanted to be an engineer like my dad and oldest brother. I ended up being a science major, not an engineer, but I still feel like I am skilled at technology, even though I know far less about how computers work than my dad and am not nearly as active on Facebook as my mom.

Maybe it is how easily we adapt to new technology that makes us skilled. I can figure out new devices and software much faster than either of my parents. It’s possible that the slow processes of learning how to use MySpace and Facebook and Club Penguin when I was younger made me better at navigating new technology later in life.

As far as social media goes, it could just be that I’ve used it longer. When I was younger, I made many Facebook posts and was always interacting with other posts. Now, I no longer use it in that way. How my mother uses it now reminds me of how I used to use it. Maybe, in a few years, she will move on to Instagram and I’ll be using something else.

It's ironic that my parents used to think my brother was too obsessed with the internet, seeing how attached all of us are to it now. Technology has become an integral part of our society and, even though I wasn’t born knowing how to use it, (like some Digital Native believers seem to think), I can’t imagine not having it in my life.

#English 201

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