#(though of course if people decide to be rude about things I will just block) I think this sort of topic can be a bit touchy

[babacontainsmultitudes]

What's the bone you have to pick please tell?

Anon you gotta let a girl have her vague little vents in the final tags of a meme post lol. Answering that question properly would be a long-ass ramble, and not one I'm really ready to go off over while I'm still in the post-episode rush. There's also just certain forms of negativity that I usually prefer to avoid bringing to the table?

...But since you asked, I suppose you could say that the gist is I often find myself feeling a bit weary of Will's handling of Sparrow as an NPC, or more accurately his general lack of concern for the twins' arcs in the greater narrative context. I think it's great that Normal is a very emotionally stubborn character, but sometimes it's a little *too much* for my personal tastes. Which is to say, I often get the impression that he is very preoccupied with optimizing Normal's angst factor (often at the expense of nuance- particularly with respect to Sparrow's characterization), and much less interested in giving Norm a relationship with his dad that actually develops or goes anywhere new or interesting. Mostly it just leaves me worried about whether or not things will end on a narratively satisfying beat or not by the end of the season (which, to be clear, does not mean I expect or want everything to be rainbows and butterflies, either).

Which isn't to bring down Will too much as a player either- there's obviously very many things that he does extremely well but. I mean all the players have their strengths and weaknesses, and when it comes to Will I guess one of my major critiques lies there! Hopefully that answers your question at least somewhat, anon. Not asking you to agree with these feelings, obviously. But hey, you're the one who asked lol.

[lemotmo]

Some of them clearly got the point of Tim's call-out.

Q. What did you make of Tim's interview? I realize the bulk was Lonestar but the fandom stuff was interestingly phrased. The fact that so many people involved with the show, and now the showrunner himself, are openly discussing how bad things are cannot be a good sign. I know we had some fans who were saying we could 'bully' Tim and the show into giving us more Tommy but I think that was a massive mistake in hindsight. I think certain people got carried away and went way too far. Weather their intentions were ever bad or not I just think some people took the bullying idea too far. I'm a little worried we may not see Tommy at all now.

A. The bullying idea was always going to be a massive mistake. Normally you can take Tim's interviews with a bit of 'lol, why is he so dramatic' because he's not immune to getting his feelings hurt, and using his interviews to tell people that. In this case though it was definitely a direct callout. I have been here from the beginning and the show has never experienced anything close to what they have experienced this off-season. It's one thing to root for a particular show ship it's another thing entirely to openly send, and openly encourage others, to send hate to the cast and creators of a show. Then those same fans dragged the lighting director, director of photography, show directors and professional media members who have covered the show for years into their bullying game as well. It was insane, pathetically immature behavior. At times it was also incredibly disturbing. And every single bit of it can be traced back to the cameo videos. The second the storyline they were paying to be told didn't match the storyline we were actually watching they revolted.

And unfortunately because I think Tim, and ABC, just didn't think they were anything worth paying attention to initially, he was allowed to do them way too long. The more he did the more obsessed with him that particular group of people became. This has nothing to do with 911. Those people aren't at all interested in 911. Their entire interest is Lou and Lou alone. It's a small group of people. A small sick group of people who created a bunch of separate accounts in order to appear to be more people than they actually are (and they were stupid enough to openly admit that is what they did). Then that small group of people got together and from every single one of their many accounts they attacked as a group. They started with Oliver. They pointed out that Oliver wasn't interacting with Lou or engaging with any of them, or B/T content, and decided, at least initially, that he was solely to blame for B/T not getting the attention they thought it deserved, again the Buck part they don't care about. They were upset that they weren't seeing more of Tommy and they blamed Oliver for that. Suddenly Oliver was being tagged in posts that were calling him unprofessional, immature, bratty, selfish, and because of course, homophobic (they're really not a bright group of people). However instead of taking their bait and engaging with them, Oliver, rightly, blocked them. Meaning they needed a new target. Briefly it became Tim because their moronic leader screenshot a message she sent him that he, stupidly, responded to. She took that and spun and ENTIRE relationship theory and spread it through her many accounts. Tim then admitted in another comment that he actually didn't know what she was talking about but didn't want to be rude by continuing to ignore her so he responded to her. He then said that was a mistake and he wouldn't be responding to anything else. And he hasn't (she should be very embarrassed by his interview today because he may as well have used her name). And the show also continued to not align with her/their theory and they got more upset. Then found a new target.

Throughout the season Oliver did what Oliver has always done. Oliver posted, liked and promoted Eddie/Buddie/Buckley Diaz family content. He has always done this. This was nothing new. But it infuriated Lou's fans and they turned their anger on Ryan. Suddenly Eddie was the worst character in the history of television. He was an abuser (to Buck especially), he was a user (of Buck especially). He was a terrible friend (to Buck especially). Depending on the day he was either a deadbeat dad or obsessed with his kid in an unhealthy way (they couldn't ever really decide which way to go on this one. That opinion was dependent on how the poster felt about Chris). When that attack didn't really get the attention they were begging for, they changed direction and made it personal. Post after post, that Ryan was always tagged in, calling him racist, a deadbeat dad, an asshole, unprofessional, manipulative and controlling of Oliver (wtf, god they really are a stupid group of people), a whore (I actually read that one myself, it was a trip), a terrible actor that only has a job because Tim thinks he's hot. And so on and so on. At first Tommy didn't kiss Eddie because Ryan is homophobic and refused to do the storyline, then Tim, very publicly, corrected that lie so Lou's fans had to pivot and said Lou actually refused to do the Eddie storyline because he knows Ryan isn't a good guy ( a special kind of crazy that makes me need to drink ). Then they sunk to their sickest, lowest, most pathetic, vile, disturbing, and inexcusable moment. Ryan did a podcast where he discussed his past mental health struggles and suicidal thoughts. They went into the comments on the podcast and told Ryan that they wish he had committed suicide. That if he had killed himself then Tommy could have his screen time and they wouldn't have to see Buck have scenes with Eddie. Not only did they leave those comments (the podcast has since deleted most of them, thankfully), they sent similar messages directly to Ryan on Instagram. Knowing he would see them. It was appalling and very, very disturbing. The cameo videos ended fairly shortly after. These people are sick. They get zero sympathy or understanding from me. It's a fucking television show. Tommy is not a real person. Ryan is a real person.

As for maybe not seeing Tommy at all, I would imagine conversations have certainly taken place. He was never sticking around permanently. The conversations most likely involved deciding if they needed him at all, and if they did, how many actual scenes did they need him for. I don't work on the show, but if they decided he wasn't necessary to the storyline, and they could get away with his stuff happening off screen I would imagine he's been dismissed. They probably decided they needed him at least for a few scenes though. Unless other things happened behind the scenes we're not aware of he will be around the first few episodes at least and then and probably no more. He can take his tiny army with him when he leaves. No one will miss them.

Okay, just ... yeah, all of this. It's crazy how these people did all of these horrible things in the name of... a ship? I mean, what?

I've been in fandom for a very long time and I have been shipping characters for a very long time, but I've never seen behaviour like this. Behaviour where people think they are justified to bully, harass and vilify the actors playing a character on a TV-show. To the point where they get blocked by the actors and crew.

I don't understand what would drive someone to do that? I genuinly don't.

These are the kind of people that need to put down their phones forever, go outside and touch all the grass they can touch. After that they should never watch 911 again. If you don't like something, just walk away. I have done that before. Shows don't always go where a fan wants it to go.

Look. I want Buddie. You all know that. I'm 99% certain that we're getting Buddie in season 8. But, if it turns out we won't, which is always a possibility since I don't know what Tim is cooking up, I will be disappointed, but I won't start spewing hatred all over the place. I will just take a step back and focus on other things in life. I'll keep shipping Buddie and read fanfiction. I'll be fine here in my Buddie corner of the Internet with my Buddie mutuals.

So yeah, this is insane behaviour to me. I truly don't get it.

Thanks Nonny for dropping this in my inbox!

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[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Crazy, Stupid, Love

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When Dean has to work at a café to learn infos on a hunt, he thinks it's the worst. Until he meets her. At first, she's only kind of an annoying coworker. But an unfortunate event brings them closer, and Dean starts feeling things for her. If it's love, he doesn't know. But for the first time, he starts wondering how it would feel to have a normal life. A normal job. And a normal relationship. But first, he needs to get her revenge against that shitty boss.

Note: this happens in the begining of season one

Word Count: 9k

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Content Warning: Toxic work place, rude customer, humiliation, bullying, swearing

Squares: Humiliation for @hurtcomfort-bingo,/ Revenge for @jacklesversebingo

A/n: I'm gonna be honest, at first, I didn't want to post this fic. When I saw the attention the last few fics I took so much time to write got, it made me sad... But then I remembered how much fun I had with this one, so decided to post it in case someone else has the same fun reading it. ALSO! This was for @eevvvaa writing challenge! I picked the movie Crazy Stupid Love but actually used the quotes! They will be in bold in the text. Happy reading!

Usually, this situation would have upset him. After all, he was stuck here 8 hours per day, 5 days per week and always finished too late to go to the nearest bar afterwards. It also wasn’t the best first real job to have, as it was lame, boring, and always the same thing. But working at a café also had its advantages.

Like the beautiful barista that he had the chance to see on his first day. She was leaving, as she was only working mornings, and he was working evenings, but Dean couldn’t detach his eyes from her. Beautiful body, hair immaculate even after 8 hours of wearing a net, skin tanned to perfection.

“Oh great, another one.”

That wasn’t the girl he was talking about. No, the girl that just spoke was Y/n. At first glance, she looked like the manager. With the most seniority in here, she knew how things were done and how to do them quickly. But she was no boss. To make her agree to be his trainer and show him the basics, the real boss had to insist a lot. He didn’t know all the details, though, but she ended up accepting.

It was for a hunt. Otherwise, Dean would never be here. Sam said there was something weird in the neighborhood, and that the best way to discover what was going on was to talk with the community. And the best place to have conversations with people that didn’t want to talk with the police was of course at the local café. All the rumors and crispy details of the town were floating in there. The reason why it wasn’t Sam doing the whole barista thing was as simple as upsetting.

“Dean, you have all the charm. People- ladies- will open up to you like blooming flowers in the spring.”

Ugh.

Back to the present, Dean ignored Y/n’s comment and tilted his head to the side, still eyeing the morning employee that was leaving. “What do I have to do to get on the morning shift?” 

A groan of annoyance resonated behind him. His smile fell. He was stuck with her for a while, as they were both working evening shifts.

Alone together.

-

There were 60 seconds in one minute. And 60 minutes in one hour. A shift lasted 8 hours here. That was way too many seconds to spend doing nothing but wait to leave.

All that was in his head was the hot chick he kept seeing since he started working here. After only bumping into her these past 2 weeks, Dean finally decided to ask her on a date. And since he was Dean Winchester, no one could tell him no. And the same day, after his shift, he would meet her in front of the pizza place that was two blocks away.

And he couldn’t stop looking at the clock, head in his hand, hoping that staring at it would make the time go faster.

“I asked for a hot caramel latte with almond milk and no foam, what the hell is this?!”

It was near the end. In 15 minutes, the shop would be closed and then it was cleaning time. Weeping the floor, throwing away the remaining food that was not sold, washing the dishes, etc. That was always his favorite part, because even if Y/n was a pain in the ass as his supervisor, she was chill and allowed him to choose the radio station while they cleaned and he could leave once his part was done.

At first, the voice didn’t alert him, and Dean kept on making himself busy with cleaning tables that didn’t need it. But then, something broke, the sound heavy of meaning, and he was on alert. Every fiber of his body was on and he turned to the source of the sound.

Right at the counter, there was a man with his back to him. Without seeing his face, Dean knew he was angry. Pissed, even. At his feet, a broken cup, porcelain in pieces covered the floor soaked in coffee. Two steps allowed Dean to know what the man was looking at, and when he saw her…

He immediately rushed without thinking.

“I’m gonna ask you to leave, sir,” Dean put his hand on the customer’s shoulder, which made him jump. The man turned to him and aggressively stepped back. 

“Don’t touch me,” the man hissed. “You’re working here, huh?” He looked up and down at Dean, noticing the apron of the café he was wearing. “Must be the manager here. Well, your employee here is worthless, you should be careful who you hire, for fuck sake!”

At that, Dean couldn’t help but wince. That was unnecessary rude to say. He glanced at Y/n again and felt his heartbeat with pain. Her head was down, probably to hide tears. That was probably not the first time she had to serve asshole customers, but it was the first time Dean noticed it. Working in customer service was not easy at all, you had to be strong to endure all of that everyday.

He only knew Y/n for about two weeks, but he already knew a lot about her. She was calm. Kind. She cared about doing her job right. Yeah, she was a bit bossy and used every opportunity to send subtle little insults towards Dean just enough to annoy him, like how he couldn’t even do a coffee, in this economy? But it was never mean and he liked that side of her that didn’t let people step on her toes. But right now, in front of that man? She was small. She wanted to hide. It wasn’t the Y/n he knew.

“I’m not the boss,” Dean answered finally, placing his gaze back on the man. “But we’re closed, so I’m gonna ask you to leave.”

The rude customer was the last one in the café, so it wasn’t like he was breaking any rules. And he was Dean Winchester. He made the rules.

Red seemed to eat at the man’s face so much he was angry. “Not before I get what I fucking paid for!” He started yelling. Dean didn’t mind being screamed at, he was used to it with his dad, how sad it sounded. But when the man turned to Y/n to yell at her, Dean couldn’t hold himself back. “You useless cunt!”

“I said, out!” Dean grabbed the customer by the neck and quickly sent him backwards. His legs met the table right behind him, but it wasn’t enough to make him understand. The man lunged forward in an attempt to hit Dean, but he didn’t know.

Dean was waiting for it.

The fist missed, and the man stumbled into the void and collapsed on the floor like a clown. 

“This isn’t over,” the man growled and got up. Sure he would strike again, Dean was ready to fight. But this time, the fist didn’t miss. The pain came later, a few seconds after the hunter realized he got hit in the face. Fortunately for his ego, Dean managed to stay on his feet and not fall pathetically on the floor. 

He reached for the wound.

It was right near his left eye, it would bruise for sure.

With deadly flames in his green eyes, he looked at his target.

“Oh, you’re dead.” 

The rest happened quickly.

Dean decided he wouldn’t hold back anymore. As his head throbbed with ache and anger, he was about to hit with everything he got. But at the last moment, something interrupted him. A body, warm, soft, encircling his own, stopped him from moving.

“Please stop…”

Her voice woke him up completely. Shaking, she put herself between the two men to stop the fight even if she was scared.

The man took the opportunity to run away, the bell chiming behind him as the door closed violently.

A long silence followed the departure of the aggressive customer. A couple of seconds passed, then minutes, before she realized there was no silence actually. Things were happening around her, words were spoken, and the only person besides her was running around locking doors and closing blinds, cursing every word he could think of at the moment.

Her hearing was nothing but a shrill sound, almost painful, like she was deaf. It took another minute and him calling her name for her to come back to the present.

"You okay? He didn't hurt you?" Dean was kneeling in front of her. She finally noticed she was sitting down on a chair. Shaking her head, she tapped her hands in her face to finish waking herself up from her slumber.

"You're hurt and you ask me if I'm okay?" She stood up as she spoke, Dean doing the same. Then she seemed to disappear in the backstore to come back with a bag of frozen vegetables they used for the soup. "Sit down," she instructed. 

Dean would have been impressed by her capacity to focus after such an event, especially with how she was a couple of seconds ago, but he knew better. She wouldn't meet his gaze, her head was down, and when he glanced at her hands, it was to see them shake.

"Y/n-" 

"Oh, come on, sit down, your masculinity won't suffer too much, I just want to check," she rolled her eyes and almost pushed him to the chair. Dean let himself be moved around with a smirk. That was the Y/n he knew. "There, it's not that bad, huh?" 

"It's no big deal," he tried to convince her, after all, as a hunter, he got hurt more than once before and healed perfectly fine. But when he saw her, he understood. And he let himself be checked by her only for her. To reassure her it was nothing, it was fine, it would bruise into a black eye and nothing else.

"Okay, it's not that bad," she sighed in relief as she said that.

"Told you," Dean snickered with a smile. "Ouch!"

The frozen bag was now on his bruise and Y/n was turning her back to him. His first instinct was to ask her if she was okay, check on her, after all, she seemed pretty shaken up, but he knew she needed time, that was all.

"We should call the police," Dean ended up saying. Usually, he would never propose that, but the customer was human. A monster in some sort, but completely human, so the police could take care of it.

"No!" She turned harshly towards Dean, surprising him.

"Why not?" 

Pacing back and forth, Y/n seemed to get lost in her thoughts. "It's not necessary, I doubt the customer will come back, and it would put the cafe in a bad spot, we would lose customers and…"

Again, Dean knew. Y/n was a good employee, she loved doing her job right, but she hated the place, hated the menu and the disgusting coffee served here, and hated the management. But they were the ones giving her her salary at the end of the month, so she couldn't disappoint them.

"I can deal with the boss," Dean said, standing up, the bag still on his eye.

In front of him, Y/n sadly shook her head. "It won't be necessary." She pointed at one corner of the cafe. Then another. "There's cameras around, and he loves to watch. Loves to tell us everything we do wrong. He probably already knows it happened. We'll see tomorrow, I guess," she sighed. Then, like a thought crossed through her head, she lifted her head completely and crossed gaze with Dean. "Your date! You're gonna be late!"

Dean wanted to laugh. So badly. Of course, he talked to her about it. Kristina, their coworker from the morning shift and Dean's date, was waiting for him. But after what happened, it completely got out of his head. Smiling, he shook his head and placed the bag of defrosting vegetables on the table beside him.

"I'll call her, say something came up. She'll understand."

Y/n cringed, biting her lips and frowning. "I don't think she cares enough to understand. But you're cute and sexy so maybe she'll forgive your ass."

Immediately after saying those words, Y/n became a puddle of embarrassment. Her body flushed with the realization of what she just admitted.

"Really?" Dean would not let that go. "You think I'm the perfect combination of sexy and cute ?"

"Shut up," she murmured between her teeth, grabbing the nearest thing, the cloth he was using to clean the tables, to throw it at him. "Get out of here your shift is over."

"Yeah," Dean surprised himself by what he said next. "But I won't let you walk back home alone. Consider me your cute and sexy bodyguard," he laughed at her reaction, but it was nothing compared to the sound leaving his mouth when he received another cloth on the head. "Hey, this one was wet"

"Oops!" 

-

The next day started pretty badly. After a complicated night with barely any sleep and lots of nightmares, Y/n got up early to get ready. Even if her shift started at 3pm, she knew the phone would ring and the ruthless voice of her boss would order her to come in to talk.

About what happened.

It was not even noon when it happened. She was at her third coffee, so she had energy even if she felt dead inside. Since she was already dressed, all she had to do was grab her stuff and head to the cafe. Like usual, she had to walk since she didn't have enough savings to buy a car.

The weather was quite nice, compared to how gloomy she was feeling. It was warm and sunny outside. Y/n barely made a step out, locking her door, that a loud engine startled her. The sun was reflecting strongly on the hood, blinding her as she walked with caution towards it, and for a moment she thought maybe it was the customer that found her and came to finish what he started. Fortunately she recognized the car quickly, as it was the same car that drove her home last night.

A 67 chevy impala.

It was even more beautiful than when she saw it yesterday.

The drive to the cafe was quiet, apart from the chichats. How are you? Do you feel better? So, did he call you too? Usually, Y/n would have commented on something random just to annoy Dean, but when he turned his head towards her at a red light to ask her a question, she saw the bruise around his eyes, reminding her of the night before and how everything was her fault. If only she hadn't messed up the order…

Once parked in front of the cafe, Dean stopped the engine to turn to Y/n. "Hey," he said in a calm and steady voice. "Whatever happens there, it was neither our fault."

"I appreciate it, Dean, but it was. I was in charge, even though I told the boss more than once that I didn't want to be, so what happens on my shift is my fault." Without leaving him time to answer, she opened the door and left the car to enter the cafe.

The moment she stepped inside, a loud silence echoed around her. Every employee stopped chatting to stare at her, the customers mimicking their actions, wondering what was so much more interesting than getting their order right and fast. 

Y/n hated that. The attention. The eyes on her. The silence. Her body started shaking, both with anger and humiliation, the tears almost painful to hold back. But then, as she was about to step towards the boss' office, a warmth settled on her shoulder, stopping the tremors at once. And a voice she was starting to grow fond of whispered near her ear.

"Ignore them. They don't matter right now."

With Dean, she felt safe. Strong. Like she could do everything and never feel afraid anymore. That was until they were sitting in the office in front of the boss.

“Y/n, I am wildly disappointed with you. What you did was beyond unprofessional, and I can’t believe I have to do this. You’re suspended.”

It was nothing less than what she expected from her boss. Since working there, she had done everything to stay in his good graces, sometimes doing other people's jobs to compensate. Everything to keep the restaurant clean and to continue serving fresh food every day. It wasn't Kristina who would write down expiration dates on perishable products, or place the new arrival of breads behind the ones already there to prevent the oldest ones from remaining at the bottom of the shelf, covered in mold. If this place passed the health inspection every year, it was thanks to Y/n’s efforts, efforts that no one had ever noticed or considered.

It was probably better that way.

Head bowed, Y/n took a harsh breath and opened her mouth to apologize and admit her boss was right. However, the words could not come out of her mouth fast enough, because someone else was already speaking.

“This is bullshit,” Dean exclaimed. A quick glance in his direction, and Y/n could see his hands forming fists on his thighs. “Y/n did everything perfectly, it’s not her fault if customers don’t respect anything, not even themselves!”

“Dean, I think you're new here,” the boss replied with a calmness that didn't mean anything good. Y/n tried to draw Dean's attention to her to signal him to shut up, that it was nothing, that she could survive a week suspended, but the young man paid her no mind. And one look at his face showed her the same anger she had seen in him the previous evening, when he had decided to defend himself against the customer. “I watched the surveillance cameras carefully. Your reactions with this client, although undoubtedly intended to be heroic, were completely unacceptable. The next time you make a mistake, you will suffer the same fate as Y/n. For now, take your day, see you on Monday, Dean.”

"That's all?!" This time, Dean stood up as he spoke. “Y/n gets suspended, and I only get a warning and a day off? What the f-”

“Thank you,” Y/n quickly cut him off, grabbing his arm firmly to silence him. Strangely, like the day before, her intervention seemed to calm Dean down very quickly. “See you next week.”

As she was about to leave, her hand still holding Dean's wrist to drag him out of the office, a voice called out to her.

"Two weeks. See you in two weeks.”

It took a lot of control for her to say nothing. The inside of her cheek hurt from how hard she bit it, dragging Dean out of the office and then out of the restaurant. It was only once outside, far from prying ears and vulture eyes, that she was finally able to breathe.

“FUCKING BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU!” Suddenly came out of her mouth. If Dean still had any anger at that moment, it suddenly vanished when he heard so many curses coming out with so much anger from the usually calm Y/n. “Oh. It feels better."

Having never seen her like this, it took several seconds for Dean to compose himself. Large green eyes were fixed on her, wide, shocked, even, until a good hit on the arm woke him up completely. "Ouch!" He rubbed his arm as if it hurt even though her fist had barely tickled him.

“What the fuck was that, seriously?! Talk to the boss like that? You’re born stupid or you’re just too dumb to think, fuck, Dean!”

Still as surprised and shocked, Dean didn't respond immediately. Y/n was angry. More, even. Beyond pissed. Which was completely normal under the circumstances, except Y/n wasn't normally angry. She could get upset, complain about the system, the management, the customers, or how she was the only one doing all the little things that made the café special and comfortable, but she was never angry.

“I couldn’t let him talk to you that way, I just couldn’t,” Dean explained calmly. It was quite rare for him to be the calm one in a heated argument. But in this case, he knew he had to keep his own rage to himself, she didn't need more anger. She needed to speak, to expel this emotion out of her like a demon that needed to be exorcized.

“Well, that was fucking stupid,” she pointed at him, her gaze meeting his. This surprised him again. Y/n was shy, although she was a good leader, and he noticed she had trouble looking people in the eye for several seconds. She always ended up looking away, and he knew it wasn't because she was dishonest, but rather that she was afraid of the judgment in the eyes of others. So that she was yelling at him while staring right at him… That surprised Dean again and made him speechless.

For a few seconds, he forgot that he was being told off by a girl for defending her, and lost himself in the contemplation of her magnificent orbs. Since he had known her, he had never really seen them, or bothered to look at them.

And her eyes were beautiful, even filled with anger.

Probably noticing the eye contact was getting considerably long, Y/n finally broke the almost trance-like effect to gaze elsewhere.

“Have you had it long?”

She was still not looking at him. "What?"

“The uncontrollable need to save the damsel in distress.” The corner of her lips lifted up in a smirk.

“I-” He couldn’t tell her that this was actually his life. Saving the woman and the orphan, killing the monsters, it was so ingrained in his life that it was part of him.

“Come on,” she muttered, still not meeting his gaze, gesturing to him to follow her.

"Come on… Where?" It was the longest conversation he'd had with her, and it was only because she was angry, he remembered. He was here for a hunt, he had to learn more about the people of the town. Concentration and focus were required, but yet... This side of Y/n, her confidence, how she wasn't afraid to yell at him like that, when she was normally so gentle...

He liked that side of her. Not that he disliked the rest, it was just-

“I think you have tonight off, and I, well, the next two weeks.” Starting to walk towards the impala, she then stopped and turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to help you rediscover your manhood. Do you have any idea where you could have lost it?”

A big smile stretched Dean's lips. This was the Y/n he knew. “Probably over there,” he pointed to the horizon. “Near the pizzeria. You hungry?”

-

The pizza was the most delicious thing that had passed Y/n's lips in a long time. Very greasy and dripping with cheese, the junk food was simply good after such a catastrophic day. And sharing this moment with his colleague, accomplice, even, and perhaps friend- if he wanted to- was the icing on the cake.

Her heart always beat a beat and a half faster when he was near her. And although she tried not to like him, not to get attached to what was clearly a bad boy who preferred girls like Kristina, who just hung out with her because he had free time… She simply couldn't deny it anymore. What her heart desired was starting to win over what reason screamed at her.

Don't fall in love.

And yet, as that evening at the pizzeria after her suspension turned into an almost daily routine, her heart prevailed. The crush she immediately had for the young man with emerald eyes and cheeks covered in a milky way of little freckles was slowly transforming into something deeper.

A week had passed since her suspension, it was Saturday again, and as usual, Y/n and Dean found themselves at the pizzeria. The owner himself now came to take their order, even though he already knew what the two wanted since they always ordered the same thing. Everything was going exactly as usual, Dean recounting his day at work, how slowly everything was going downhill without her.

“I worked with a new guy, and son of a bitch, I’ve never seen someone take their time so much. It’s like he did it on purpose,” Dean sipped his drink. Y/n’s gaze followed the movement of the Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallowed. She was barely concentrating on what he was saying. “We had two complaints that the sandwich bread had mold, but the person in the kitchen didn't get in trouble for it. It’s like the boss knows that no matter the wait time, the quality of the food, or the attitude of the employees, the cafe will always make money since it’s the only one in town,” Dean let out a little laugh which only spread the butterflies in Y/n’s stomach. “Let me tell you that over the past week, some regulars have stopped coming. Oh, and many have asked where you’ve been.”

“It’s not surprising,” she finally answered after a few seconds of silence where only the chewing of Dean devouring his pizza could be heard. On the table, near the windows, the dessert was already there, two slices of pie that the owner had reserved for them knowing they were coming. Her gaze fell on the dessert as she spoke although she really wanted to look him in the eyes. Admiring the perfect color of his orbs, admiring how everything was perfect about him. It was so difficult. “What’s surprising is that the health inspection hasn’t closed this place yet.”

These words hung in the air for a moment, accompanied by silence. Finally glancing over at Dean, she found that he had stopped eating mid-bite, staring blankly at her. It was almost as if Y/n could see the gears moving in his mind.

“Yet.” That was all he said next, taking the time to finish his bite before continuing. "I have an idea."

“I could figure that much,” she laughed as she took her drink, anything to occupy her hands and look normal in his presence. Luckily he couldn't hear her heart thumping against her ribcage.

“We're going to avenge you,” he pointed ahead, at her, and that was enough for her eyes to move from his finger to his eyes. She managed to hold his gaze for several long seconds which seemed to her like hours of torture. "You'll see."

"See what? Oh, how cute,” a voice broke the bubble Y/n and Dean were in. She hadn't heard that voice in a week, and it had been the best thing her suspension had given her, except for all the time she'd spent with Dean since.

“Kristina,” Y/n muttered under her breath, her eyes immediately going to her pizza. A weight seemed to settle on her chest, pressing down hard with its gigantic pressure.

“Hey,” Dean greeted her, and the pressure thumped harder against her heart. “How you doing, Kristina?”

His tone was kind. Friendly. Sweet. Just like he was with Y/n. But with a bonus, he was flirty.

Obviously.

She was not special.

“Oh, I'm doing well, much better,” she laughed. “Especially since Y/n isn’t at the café anymore. No one is ordering us around anymore, right, Dean?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see movement. Raising her head just enough to have her in her sight without looking directly at her, she could see her hand on Dean's shoulder. Besides, she wasn't alone. Two other girls from the cafe were standing with her. Without looking at them, Y/n knew. She felt their gaze on her, burning, like vultures around prey.

“I actually liked working with Y/n,” Dean replied as calmly as ever. His words created a spark of hope in Y/n who this time looked directly at Dean. “It’s not as fun without her,” he continued.

“Oh,” Kristina laughed, and her two henchmen followed suit. “I know you want to stay in her good graces by saying all this,” she leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, but made no effort to lower her voice. “But you don’t need to. I think she's going to get fired. The customer came back to file a complaint against her.”

"What?" Dean leaned back slightly to get a better look at Kristina. Now he had his face so close to hers that only one movement was necessary to kiss her. And he had a perfect view into her cleavage. “But…” He turned his head towards the girl sitting in front of him, obviously not understanding why she was being fired and not him.

“You don’t have to lick her boots anymore,” Kristina put a hand on her hip. “I know she’s in love with you, but at this point, it’s pity, right? Spending time with her… Poor little thing. No friends. No boyfriend. Only feelings for those who don’t love her. Just like last time, always falling for the new guy.”

Her face was burning. Y/n was seething, with anger, with sadness, with humiliation. And the worst, the worst was Dean's expression. His gaze, which he constantly fixed on her, seeking to meet her gaze, wanting so much for her to grant him one look, was now stuck in emptiness. And a look of pure confusion made him frown.

Dean refused to look at her anymore.

It was too much.

“Ew, friends to friends,” Kristina added, as if the stabs she had already thrown didn’t hurt enough already. “Ew.”

Standing abruptly, Y/n slammed her hands on the table. Head bowed, her hair cascaded in front of her face, trying as best as they could to hide the tears that welled up in her eyes and inevitably rolled down her cheeks. A ton of insults raced through her mind, but they all got stuck in her throat with this lump growing and growing, until finally, the tears flowed.

One.

Two.

One fell silently onto the table. The other, on her plate, right next to the barely eaten slice of pizza.

Before the third tear fell, Y/n was already out of the restaurant and walking as quickly as she could towards her house. The tears continued to flow without her being able to stop them, but she remained silent. If she could control one thing tonight, it would be her voice. No sound would come out of her mouth until she was alone, at home, in her bed. Only there, she would let herself scream all this pain into her pillow.

No one tried to catch her.

-

“Good news,” Sam announced before his brother had even closed the door. “Get this. There was no monster from the beginning. It was actually kids who created the whole thing to attract attention. You don’t have to play barista anymore.”

"Oh." 

Looking up from his laptop, Sam fixed his gaze on Dean. The door closed slowly and he took off his coat just as slowly and placed it on his bed. The motel was shabby, like all the others, and usually, Dean would never place his precious leather coat on those blankets which he called "the most disgusting object the universe has known." He'd cleaned the covers several times to be sure, but the comforter had kept this unnatural color, so he still didn't trust it.

“Dean.”

“I'm going to take a shower,” his brother grumbled as he headed towards the bathroom, completely ignoring what Sam had just said.

“Okay, but-” the door slammed. “Okay.”

Sam waited for Dean to finish his shower for almost an hour. The only reason Dean Winchester would take such a long shower would be the fantastic water pressure, but having used this bathroom for over 3 weeks, Sam knew that really wasn't the case.

Finally, Dean came out.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Sam closed his laptop to put his full attention on his brother. The latter sat at the end of his bed, dressed with fresh clothes, his towel on his shoulder to catch the droplets falling from his hair.

“Have you ever dreamed of a normal life?” Dean answered his question with another question. At this, Sam rolled his eyes.

“I had a normal life before, remember? Before you picked me up to find Dad?”

Dean made a sound that was a mix of a sigh of guilt and a grunt of frustration, probably directed at himself. "I know but…"

“I can't believe it,” Sam stood up at the revelation. “You like working there.”

“Nah,” Dean slapped the air like he was chasing away the stupid idea. “Actually, yeah, but not anymore. Working in customer service is horrible.”

“I feel like there's a but,” Sam went to sit next to his brother on the bed.

“But,” Dean took a deep breath. "There is a girl."

Sam sighed. Obviously it was about a girl. “Have you slept with her yet? Because if you want to stay here for a one night stand, I swear-”

“She’s in love with me.”

Sam turned his whole body towards his brother, his eyes wide. "Oh."

"Oh."

“Do you like her back?”

At this question, Dean's face disappeared under his large hands. “I don’t know,” his voice sounded muffled by his palms.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

"I don't know!" Dean exclaimed, removing his hands at the same time. It was his turn to avoid looking at someone, staring at the void instead. “I don’t know what it is to love. How to love. If it’s love. It was never explained to me, you know, it wasn’t dad who would tell me how to know if I love someone.”

A silence followed his words, but not for long.

“With Jess…” Sam began slowly, as if the words he was about to say were poisonous snakes that could bite him at any moment. “It was simple. I felt good with her. She felt good with me. And together, we were good.”

“Okay,” Dean listened intently, as if the answers he was looking for were on his brother's lips.

“Do you like spending time with her?” He then asked.

Dean didn't even think for a second. "Oh yeah."

“When you're not with her, what do you do? You think about her, right?”

This time, Dean took a moment before answering. “Well, I worked at the cafe, so obviously I was thinking about her, since she wasn’t there but she used to. And then, when I finished work, I would go see her and we would order food or go to the pizzeria.”

“Okay, and then?”

"And then what?" Dean finally looked his brother in the eye. He still had questions, still doubts, confusion, but that was completely normal. A soft, understanding smile stretched Sam's lips.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“Oh, how I want to punch that shitty boss in the face,” Dean clenched his fist to mimic his words. “I never hit women, but that girl, Kristina, humiliated Y/n terribly earlier. And I reacted too late, she was gone and-”

He stopped speaking suddenly, as if enlightenment had finally reached his mind.

"And?"

“I have to join Y/n, apologize, I-”

“Dean.”

Stopping just as he was getting up and putting his coat back on, the green eyed man turned to his brother.

“If you're in love, I can't tell you, Dean. But I can confirm that you like her. But for tonight, let her breathe, these feelings are new for the both of you.”

At these words, Dean collapsed on the bed. “Oh, you’re probably right. I don't want to rush her, you know, she's so shy, but at the same time, so... Fierce. She's the perfect balance of sweet and spicy. And I let her down.”

To that, Sam didn't know what to answer. He knew that feeling, the one of having abandoned the person you love. That's how he felt ever since he lost Jess.

“I'm sure you'll figure out how to make amends,” Sam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Actually��� I think I already know,” Dean turned his head towards him, green eyes meeting amber ones. Green eyes sparkling with a new resolution, probably very wicked. “And you, my dear brother, will be able to help me.”

-

Turned out, losing another employee during the busiest time of the year was a sufficient reason to terminate a suspension preemptively. And although, clearly, this did not seem to make certain employees happy and even less the boss who hated coming back on his decisions, Y/n was able to return to work after barely a week of forced leave. And also, strangely, the customer’s complaint seemed to have vanished from existence. Or maybe it was another lie that Kristina came up with to hurt Y/n.

And what a surprise when she arrived and saw the place.

It was depressing. Everything was messy and upside down, unopened boxes that needed to be refrigerated were lying around everywhere, and other products that needed to stay at room temperature, like syrups, ended up in the freezer. No rotation had been made, and it was with sadness that she had to note all the food they lost and throw everything away. It took her a long time, long enough for someone she despised to come and tell her how to do her job.

"What are you doing? Customers are waiting! Have you forgotten how to work?”

After making this more than derogatory comment, Kristina returned to her favorite position, the one that required the least effort.

Her heart was heavy. Filled and at the same time, empty. Since the last time with Dean at the pizzeria, she hadn't received any news. No call. No text. No, her heart wasn't big with heaviness, it was broken. Split. And now that she had returned to the café, she learned he no longer worked there.

Good for him, she thought as she put away one last box before heading towards the front of the café to deal with the customers. At least he was out of this hell. It was maybe better that way.

“Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?” The usual words were so ingrained in her that they came out of her mouth as soon as she was behind the cash register, without even looking at the customer.

“I would like you to give me the chance to talk to you,” a familiar voice said in front of her. That voice, low, hoarse, and so perfect. She had started to get used to hearing it almost every day. But this time, it forged yet another crack on her heart.

“Dean,” even saying his name was painful. The pain of a lost friendship and crushed hope. The pain of a humiliated moment, a bad memory where he had sat there in silence while she was being crushed as an inactive witness.

“Y/n. There’s no word to express how sorry I am for-”

An apology, of course, wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was more than she had expected. He was there, in the flesh, in front of her. So, for once and although it was difficult because looking at him would hurt her even more, Y/n raised her head and stared into his sad gaze. Ready and open to hear what he had to say.

There was a sadness almost identical to her own in his beautiful green eyes. Guilt, regrets, he seemed sincere-

“Dean! I thought you had left the ship,” Kristina suddenly entered Y/n’s bubble, who didn’t waste a moment to move to the side. It wasn't unknown that Y/n didn't like being touched or having someone in her bubble, and Kristina knew it, so she did it on purpose. All the time.

“Excuse me, but I was talking with Y/n,” Dean replied in a neutral voice, almost annoyed, even.

“Oh, sure, you want to feel better about last time, but you don't have to,” Kristina continued, crossing her arms over her large chest.

Dean rolled his eyes and shifted his attention to Y/n. “I’m serious, Y/n. Come with me, I need to talk to you. And they don’t deserve you.”

Y/n's mouth opened, then closed, tears welling up in her eyes at an uncontrollable speed.

“Seriously, Dean, don’t you see how pathe-”

“Kristina, shut the fuck up. You’re bothering us.”

This really didn't please the girl who made an offended sound, threw an unimportant insult, and left without another word.

Once finally alone again, Dean was ready. Ready to tell the beautiful barista in front of him everything that was on his heart, even if he didn't really know exactly what it was himself. He had some in the past, girlfriends, one night stands, crushes on the most beautiful and popular girls in school, but that wasn't the same thing. He felt an attachment to Y/n, a different feeling that he couldn't describe. If it was love, he didn't know. But he knew he didn't want to lose her.

“It's a little too late to come to my defense,” her voice said instead of his. Taken by surprise, Dean's mouth opened then closed, like a fish looking flabbergasted. “Although I really enjoyed seeing someone tell her to fuck off for once,” the shadow of a smile drew on her face for a second, but quickly faded away. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work-”

“Wait,” Dean found his voice just in time.

“I don’t have time, Dean,” Y/n turned her back on him, giving him one last eye contact above her shoulder. Her eyes were filled with sadness and seeing her like that physically hurt him.

“On the contrary,” Dean insisted, a smile tugging at his lips as he knew the plan was going like clockwork. “You will soon have plenty of time.”

Seeing the obvious confusion spread across her face, Dean jerked his head towards the boss's office. This caught the attention of not only Y/n but also the other employees, because at the same time, voices were heard coming from that direction. Loud voices, displeased, and then the door opened.

“I am very disappointed with the state of this place. It's deplorable. I’m afraid I won't change my mind, the café is going to close.”

“Wait,” the boss looked tiny behind the person who had just spoken. Like the weight of reality was finally falling on his shoulders. Stomping him to the ground like a pest, just how he had always treated his employees. "You can’t, you don’t have the right!"

“I have all the rights, I am a health inspector, and this place is completely unsanitary.”

Witnessing the whole scene in the front row, like she was in the cinema, Y/n was jubilant. Finally. Finally this place was recognized as being good for trash. Finally, the boss got what he deserved. Finally, things seemed to come full circle and it was all over.

The health inspector subsequently introduced himself to the employees. He looked very young for this job, early twenties, probably, long hair parted in the middle of his forehead and hazel eyes, but regardless, he had done his job properly so Y/n didn’t care about the details.

“This place is going to close. But don't worry, you are entitled to unemployment compensation. Time to find something better for you,” the inspector finished his speech with a wink. If Y/n wasn't so excited by the idea of ​​being rid of this miserable job, she would have been sure that the wink was aimed at her personally.

A laugh brought her attention back to Dean who was still in front of her. As the health inspector informed the customers present of the situation and put a note in the door to say the café was permanently closed, Dean was giggling.

“You did this,” Y/n finally understood.

“Told you we would get you revenge. Now, can you please come with me and listen to me? I need to talk to you.”

“After what you did for me, lunch is on me,” Y/n laughed as well, took off her apron which she threw behind her, and left the café without a glance behind her.

-

“Listen. So uhm, how can I say this, so uhm… God, I’m so bad at chick flicks and emotional stuff.”

The two had been sitting at the pizzeria for about an hour and a half pizzas. The same place as usual, with the same order, but this time everything was different. It was not simply out of friendship that they came to share a meal, there was more. Hidden feelings, others clearly visible but which had not yet been addressed, and frustration mixed with regrets.

Dean had been trying for two slices of pizza now to say something, but would immediately turn red the moment he tried to open up emotionally. And Y/n couldn't even blame him, seeing the efforts he made for her, what he did at the cafe, for her, and now he was trying so hard to explain and make it up to her… He could say absolutely nothing and she would be satisfied.

“Take your time,” Y/n mentioned between mouthfuls, leaving all her attention on the young man in front of her who still made her heart beat so quickly. Of course, he had made mistakes, and to forgive him just because he had the best revenge for her was pretty stupid, but oh well. Love makes you stupid, right? “It’s not like someone is waiting for me.”

“It’s just,” Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. Y/n's gaze stayed on the ring on his finger, a ring she had already noticed before. “Not easy to say this. I mean, not to you, but like, talking about my stuff like this. But there’s one thing I know I have to say, and here it is,” he finally seemed to find his bearings, beautiful green eyes anchoring into hers, his red cheeks creating a nice color contrast. "I'm sorry. Sorry for not saying anything when Kristina was there being a bitch. I guess I was taken up by surprise with what she said, but that’s no excuse.”

“Dean, it’s fine,” Y/n shook her head and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she knew exactly what she wanted to say to him. She took a big breath, words and sentences forming quickly in her mind. And it all came out of her mouth as quickly. “I am not ashamed to like you. Not at all. Because you are nice. Pretty. Hella sexy. And I feel comfortable whenever I’m with you. And I like spending time with you, and always wanna spend more. I won’t be ashamed to think all those things about you, because they are true, and they only make you a better person.” Pausing her words, Y/n forced herself to keep her gaze on Dean's again. She noticed that since those words had come out of her mouth, it was easier to hold his gaze. “You don’t have to have the same feelings, I understand. You don’t have to reciprocate or answer my confession, I can already see how bad it is for you to express feelings,” she laughed briefly at his scowling expression. “What I’m trying to say is… Yes. I like you a lot. And if you only like me as a friend, well, I’ll take that. It might hurt, but it would hurt more to not have you around anymore.”

Phew. It was hard to say, but once everything was out, Y/n felt better, lighter even. A heavy weight was finally leaving her heart, but there was still a little left. That was pressing. And tightening with the question… What will his answer be?

Dean took a brief moment to think before answering. Everything had gone silent, neither of them were eating, and both were probably holding their breaths.

“I've only known you for a short time,” Dean finally broke the silence, and the breath left Y/n's lungs which burned as it passed. She could feel the “but” coming. “But…” And there you go. “I really appreciate your company. A lot. I don’t know if it’s the same thing you feel, or if it’s love, but for the first time in a long, long time, I don’t want to leave this town. And I want to continue spending time with you.” Hope was reborn in Y/n, a wave of indescribable emotions suddenly invading her. “I'm going to have to leave, eventually, for work, but... I really want to take a break and try. I don’t know if I can do it, have a normal life, be with you, and just quit my job, so… I can’t promise you anything. I will probably leave eventually, I have so much stuff to do and…”

“You know,” Y/n continued when she saw him struggling with his words, hope now so strong in her body that she was almost vibrating. It wasn't a confession of love, but it was even better. This attachment Dean felt for her was worth even more than any cheesy love confession from the romantic movies or books she loved to delve into. “I no longer really have any ties to this city. No more jobs. If… We realize that things are working between us, and that you need to leave, nothing stops me from coming with you.” Realizing that it was probably too direct since they weren't even together, Y/n quickly adjusted her mind. “But those are just random ifs and thoughts,” she hurriedly took a bite of her pizza, just to make her stop talking.

“Y/n,” raising her head, she looked back at Dean. The latter had a big smile on his face and shook his head, clearly amused by her words. “If I told you what I did for work, you would never believe me. And when you”ll see it with your eyes and will be forced to believe me, you’re going to want to run away from me.”

“You’re a secret agent then?” Y/n hurriedly said, her mouth still full of pizza, her eyes wide. “Wow. Impressive.” She laughed, and Dean nervously laughed with her. If only it was that, it would be so much easier. “It really reminds me of my uncle.”

“Your uncle was a secret agent?” Dean asked, amused by the change of subject and how she was easily taking everything he said to her.

She was really the right one. Maybe she wouldn't run away after all.

“No, actually. When I was young, I often spent time at his house, but my parents stopped visiting him. They said he had lost his mind. But I loved these stories of ghosts and werewolves, he always told me he hunted them, saving people, like a secret agent of the supernatural,” a big smile stretched her lips at this thought, past memories flooding back into her head. It was so long ago, but she kept good memories of her uncle. Expecting the same reaction from Dean, Y/n only met a shocked face, frozen in a position that didn't suit him at all. Eyes wide, mouth parted, his skin white like he actually saw a ghost. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dean?”

“Y/n, what’s your last name again?”

Taken aback by the sudden question, she blinked once and then twice. “Uhm, I don’t think I’ve ever told you. It’s Singer, why?”

A long silence answered her questions and her face dropped a little bit. Why did it matter?

“Your uncle… What's his name?”

“Dean, I haven’t seen my uncle in almost 15 years you know-”

“Y/n.”

“Robert. It’s Robert. But I always called him…”

“Bobby.”

It was her turn to have her eyes widen. “Yeah…?”

“I think you and I have more in common than I thought. And you really need to meet my brother,” he immediately stood up and threw two 20 bills on the table. Standing up in turn, confusion filled her entire expression.

“Dean, that’s way too much for two pizzas- Dean?” But she couldn't add more, and the confusion turned into this small, pleasant flame in the middle of her chest when Dean's hand met hers. “Okay, but you’re going to have to explain it to me because I don’t understand anything.”

“You'll understand,” Dean's smile was indescribable because it was so big. But that smile was hiding something else. Secrets that his beautiful lips had surely sealed away for far too long. “Let’s go,” he walked outside, said goodbye to the restaurant owner, and led her to his car. But once inside, he stopped before starting the engine, frozen yet again as another realization hit him.

“What? Something's wrong?”

“You… uhm… might recognize my brother, actually.”

“Why, was he a customer at the café?” Y/n laughed, fastening her seat belt. This whole thing was so sudden, so random, she just wanted to burst laughing. She felt good even if she didn’t quite understand everything that was happening.

“It was the health inspector,” he finally started the car and backed out of the parking lot and onto the road in one smooth, sexy motion.

“Oh. Wait, he’s a health inspector?”

“Not… Really?”

“Dean.”

Silence.

“Dean, did you fake the inspection?”

“Not really?”

“Dean!”

“Please. I’ll explain everything once we arrive. Do you trust me?”

For a second, Dean took his eyes off the road and looked into hers, and she held the gaze for the entire second and saw nothing but honesty. Then, he turned his head and broke eye contact, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see his right hand raised slightly towards her, waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah,” she finally said, gently placing her hand in his. It was warm. Comfortable. And how he squeezed, tenderly but also firmly, showed worry about losing her. “It might be crazy and stupid, but I trust you, Dean Winchester.”

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Soft To The Core

König x M!Reader

Last Edited: 03/01/23

TW: death mentioned

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anon: 4 with König and he/him male reader. That is all <- frothing at the mouth but being SO COOL about it (4. accidental touching!!!!)

Word Count: 767

Notes: hey again bestie… i see u. i have our dms about the man n u frothing btw. Also. ik absolutely nothing about guns n stuff so uh. oop ig… also. i made the reader like. kinda techy n speak some russian? i was listening 2 gore by graveyardguy as i wrote this just so u know. Didn’t influence much of the thing but the title is definitely from the song.

You hum as you clean your sniper rifle; the disassembled piece of metal all over your lap. Usually, you would be around a table or even in your own assigned room. However, today they had a mandatory room check. While you didn’t mind it, having all the tables and sitting areas taken out in the cafeteria as well as the shooting range didn’t help. This leads to you sitting underneath a small pine. It’s fairly young, being only large enough to cast enough of a shadow to give you cover from the sun.

While you don’t mind cleaning your gun, making sure your laptop was in better shape or needed to be put back together was more interesting. While you’ve done it a hundred times before, for you, it never got old. You enjoyed taking apart the electronic gadgets and putting them back together. Seeing how they work and even improving them intrigued you more than going out on the field and sending bullets people’s way to splatter their blood everywhere. The missions they assign you in KorTac have been nothing but boring or a pain. You’ve never actually trained for this part or even with the rifle at all. You are more of someone who hacks cameras, reads coding to try and find anything that could give enemies away, and even disarm some bombs via the tech you have on hand during said times.

Now, while it’s not something you prefer doing, you can’t help but enjoy at least one of your members. König, or King as many call him, is your favourite man. Despite his awkward social interactions, he’s never been particularly rude to you. Nor has the giant Austrian ever tried to get on your nerves. He keeps to himself mostly, leading to you having to seek him out if you want company. Sometimes he’s out and about, though he’s either alone or towering over the other soldiers.

Of course, that doesn't mean he’s not deadly. You’ve seen him out on the field. He’s truly a rampaging beast. He picks up enemy soldiers and cracks their backs over his knee. He’ll gun them down or snipe them, giving a laugh or giggle. He’ll yell out in a happy tone “I have some cash!” whenever he gets his hands on even a single coin. He’s wilder and more brutal. And you couldn’t help but notice. However, despite noticing it, you didn’t treat the man any differently.

A large pair of military-issued boots appear in front of your crisscrossed legs. Looking up, you see the man you’ve been thinking of as you cleaned the barrel of your gun. “Ah. König,” You say, giving him a small smile. “Привет! How has my favourite man been?” König’s hands are loosely holding each other, nearly touching his stomach with his chosen position.

“Ah… Ich meine, es lief gut…” He says, looking uncomfortable standing there. You gesture to the ground next to you, letting him know that he can sit beside you. With confirmation now obtained, König lets himself fall into a seated position right next to you. He ends up knocking his knee into your thigh; you wince at the sharp pain but laugh it off.

“I’m so sorry..! I did not mean to hit you. Bitte vergib mir!” The large man starts to apologize immediately, already beating himself up over the accidental touch. You wave him off, trying to make your smile softer to try and reassure the Austrian.

“ нет, нет! Все хорошо, ты в порядке!” Your words seem to calm him down a bit, despite him not exactly understanding your words. “Besides, König, I say you’re sharp as a knife but Soft To The Core.” You’re not sure why, but the words felt right to say.

“Ja? Well… They do say beauty is on the inside, Freund,” He tells you; a nearly inaudible chuckle escapes him. You feel another smile pull at your lips at his words.

“They sure do, мой возлюбленный. They sure do.” You mumble. With some silence between the two of you, it’s easy to hear the shout of one of your captains letting you all know that the mandatory room clearance has been finished. You playfully smack König’s shoulder, clasping it as you stand. “Let’s go back, да?” When he gives you a nod, you shove your gun parts into the duffle bag you brought just for it. “Let’s go then! Maybe we can grab some food once these bozos clear out.” With those last words, you take the lead, König following behind you quietly and with genuine happiness shining in his eyes.

[joocomics]

back into my head

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2023 *ੈ✩

pairings: gunil x virgin fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 4k

summary: your brother decides to invite his best friend who studies abroad over for christmas - the one that ruined your 19th birthday, and has gotten only hotter since you last saw each other

contains: sub!reader, virgin!reader, brother’s best friend trope, enemies to lovers trope, banter, nipple play (f!rec), oral sex (f!rec), pet names, praise kink, gunil acts like a sneaky perv a little, dirty talk, sex toys (use of vibrator)

You pull your brother into the bathroom, making sure no one has seen or followed you. The pure terror that glows in your eyes pierce right through his own, as you lean back on the door not letting him escape.

“What is he doing here?”

“What, you can invite your friend over for Christmas, but I can’t?” He raises a brow suspiciously.

“My friend is not a rude, inconsiderate asshole that goes through people’s stuff behind their back!”

“Are you still not over that shit? It was a joke.”

He attempts to push you away, but you do your best to stay still.

“He embarrassed me in front of all my friends! On my birthday!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m surprised you still have any friends left.”

“You should’ve at least told me he was coming!” You shout in a whisper, while your brother’s already pushing the door handle, only rolling his eyes at you.

“Hey,” Gunil follows your body movements, as you take your seat.

He sat next to you. Of course.

“Long time no see.”

“You’re back,” you’re just able to note through a crooked smile.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very excited about it.”

“I’m… surprised.”

“And even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.“

Although giving constant compliments to girls is a pretty known fact for your brother’s best friend, this still catches you off guard, and you feel your insides twist.

“Don’t even mention that day.”

“Why not?” His surprise almost feels sincere, forcing you turn to him.

As you remember the contours of his face, that still feel so familiar even after four years, you realise your memory is wrong. The last time you saw each other was actually when you went with your brother to drop him off at the airport for his second semester at university. You were successfully blocking out this day from your mind, as it was spent in you soaking your pillows with tears till you fell asleep. After that you decided to stop tagging along.

“You turned my nineteenth birthday into a total nightmare, remember?” You try to play it off, not expecting him to catch a thing.

“That wasn’t the last time I saw you though.” His lips slid up for a slight moment, but fall down quickly.

“Maybe it’s not, but it’s the one that’s engraved in my brain forever.”

“We made a pretty fun show, don’t you think?” He grins, turning half of his body at you.

“What are you talking about over there?” Your brother asks from across the table.

You look at Gunil challengelly giving him the opportunity to answer.

“I was just asking her about…” His lips slid upwards, as you shoot him a more warning look. ”How’s uni going.”

“Booooring.” Your brother whistles, piling his plate with food.

“I would be more than happy to drop out of the conversation, so please continue with whatever topic you like.”

“Me and your brother talk every day, but you on the other hand…” Gunil stops mid sentence, looking in another direction for a change. “You haven’t called or texted me once since I left the country.”

With eyes down in your still empty plate, because your appetite was long gone, you pray for your brother to speak up, and change the subject. But just at that exact moment you watch how one of your cousins decides to pull him by the sleeve, stealing his attention.

It starts to weigh heavy on you - the realisation that you’ll always have feelings for him. Your first crush, that started as a silly innocent possibility, but grew to be something out of control, that he’d never take seriously.

You’ll forever be his friend’s silly sister that’s so fun to mess around in hours of boredom.

“Aren’t you gonna ask how long I’m staying?” Gunil plays with his glass cup in one hand, deciding that maybe it’s time to change the direction of your poor conversation. “Your room hasn’t changed at all. Still very… pink.”

“You were in my room?!”

“Can you blame me?” He leans back in his chair, locking eyes with you. “It’s been years since I last saw you. I want to know what’s new.”

“Yes, I can blame you actually for a lot of things.”

“Such as?” His brow raises provocatively. “Wait, I know… for being too fucking handsome.”

“Oh, please just…” You turn around, trying to ignore him.

“Your neighbour told me I had a glow up.”

You scoff, pretending you just heard the biggest lie in your life.

“Got a boyfriend?”

“None of your business.”

“So still a virgin?”

Your fork falls down from your grip loudly. When did you even pick it up to hold it so intensely?

“For god’s sake… You haven’t changed at all, huh?” You glare at him and seeing his amusement makes you even more pissed. You continue your tirade, trying to speak as quietly as you can. “Still the same pervert who read my diary for fun in front of everyone. You disgust me.”

You take a sip of water, as your throat becomes dry in seconds. A sudden touch on top of your thigh makes you almost spit it out.

“Is this the only thing I make you feel?” Gunil leans close to your ear, so you’re the only one that hears him. “Are you not forgetting something?”

His fingers squeeze playfully when he catches you looking down in your lap. You immediately return your attention to the table, secretly looking around in case someone is watching. What is he thinking?

“I’m sure I’m not.” You try your best to sound cool and collected, but fail at it miserably.

You expect to hear another joke about one of the many passages you dedicated to him in your old diary, but he only removes his palm in silence.

It makes you regret for not doing it earlier yourself, but you couldn’t find a way to move a bone.

“I left you a present,” he speaks out after clearing his throat. “That’s why I was up in your room.”

“Why didn’t you just leave it under the tree like normal people do?”

“Cause it’s just for your eyes only.”

What kind of a sick joke does he have for you now?

You feel your chest and face flaming hot, as you excuse yourself.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

Gunil watches you leaving the dinner table barely hiding his satisfied smirk.

He finds your small figure sitting on the big bed, and softly lit by the yellow string lights hanging from your window.

When you look at his direction your face looks scandalized.

“What is this?” You hold back to urge to cuss at him, as you close the box. You can’t look at this in his presence.

“Do you like it?”

“I can’t believe you’re still mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you,” his brows shift in a confused gaze. “This is what you wanted and I got it for you. We both know you’re too scared to do it yourself.”

“Well, you’re wrong, I don’t want it and I never did. Thank you for thinking of me though.”

Still at the same spot in the middle of the bed, you reach at him with one hand, waiting to get rid of the pink box as quickly as possible.

“I doubt those small fingers do the job.” He says bluntly, not missing a single flinch of your stunned face.

Your eyes widen, as your cheeks begin to burn. His audacity to come here and entertain himself by making fun of you leaves you speechless.

“I know it’s probably a shock to you, but I go out with boys,” you speak the words slowly one after another, so they can slide in clearly in his brain. ”I’m actually currently seeing one, so this… you can return it or gift it to some of your hook ups. I’m sure you have many to choose from.” You force a smile.

Gunil chuckles, processing everything you just told him, before speaking in a more suggestive tone.

“Who is he?”

“Just… a guy I share a few classes with,” you reply, avoiding his gaze.

“Is he any good?”

You shake your head, feeling almost exhausted from his attitude. Just when you think it can’t get any worse he spits out another question.

“How many times has he made you cum so far?” You blink at him rapidly in disbelief, while he steps closer, sitting at the edge of the bed.

He doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re making this up.

“H-he is… good.” you stutter, thinking of a response. “That’s all I’m going to say, cause anything else is none of your business.”

He grins, feeling your flustered gaze roaming all over his back. Your voice began to tremble, leading him to think that you’re either seeing someone you’ve done nothing with yet, or you’re not seeing anyone at all.

“There’s no need to lie to me, sweetheart.” Gunil turns to fixate his eyes on your flushed cheeks. Your skin is warmly colored from the fairy lights, but he could still see that you’re blushing. “Do you want me to show you how to use it?” He rests on his side, crossing fingers in anticipation, but you just roll your eyes, dismissing him.

Before you have time to react his hands remove the lid of the box, letting everything fall down on the mattress. The pink toy appears where you did not want to see it the most - between you and Gunil.

Blood rises to your face once again, as you watch his fingers wrap around the handle, pressing a button. You almost jump when you hear its sound. The fear of someone passing by your room and hearing it causes you to instantly steal the vibrator from him, but his grip is stronger.

“Relax,” he cackles at your startled expression. “It’s not that loud, see? People think about those things.” His eyes quickly glance at your hand on top of his. The fact it took you some time to pull it away even after he silenced the toy felt like a little reward to him.

“You didn’t give me an answer.” Gunil runs his heavy palm over your knee.

Your lips part, as you want to say something, but you’ve run out of words the moment he came to lay beside you. You really don’t want to just stay silent and so obviously embarrassed - it’s humiliating how every little thing he does has such a big and vivid effect on you. But the only thing you could do right now is go number under his touch.

“I-I…” You stutter under your breath. The higher his hand goes, the harder it becomes to pretend. You want this. You want him. You’ve always had. “Yes… you can show me.”

“Show you what?”

He chuckles when you look away frightened at the thought of having to say the full sentence.

You watch him moving the box and the wrapping paper aside not expecting him to come on top of you straight away. The weight of his body falls on top of yours, as his mouth instantly finds your neck. The texture of his tongue burns your skin, leaving warm and wet traces up to your ear, causing goosebumps. Before you realise, your fingers are lost in his soft hair, pulling him closer.

“You took so long to answer, sweetheart, I forgot what my question was.” His lips follow along the line of your jaw, moving to your parted mouth. “You have to refresh my memory before I go any further.”

His hot breath sticks all over you, as he speaks through his signature cocky smile.

“I want you t-to teach me… how to use it.”

“Why are you so shy?” He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip. “I’ve read your little fantasies about me there’s nothing to hide anymore.”

You’ve always wondered what Gunil’s mouth feels like. You’ve written in your diary all of the possibble ways he kisses so many times you’ve lost count. However, this doesn’t come close to any of them. He is gentle and rough; erotic and soft at the same time. The way he guides your lips radiates confidence and lust you’ve never felt before from any of the few guys you’ve been on dates with.

He takes your chin with his thumb and index finger, so he can make you open your lips wider for his tongue. The astonishing feeling of your tongues meeting makes your spine arch, begging to feel more of his body as possible.

He doesn’t break the kiss while the fingers of his right hand swiftly unbutton your cardigan.

You put a cardigan tonight, because you hated wearing bras at home, but if you had even the slightest idea that something like this was going to happen, you would’ve worn one - a pretty one that would match your panties. You gasp for air when he breaks the kiss for the first time so he can take a look of what was underneath it.

“Is this what you wear at home every day?” He asks and you swoon over how deep and intense his voice has become.

“Pretty much, yeah,” you breath out, as he keeps staring at your thin revealing top. One strip is hanging loose from your shoulder, while your nipples are poking lightly through the fabric.

He takes one boob in his hand and goes over its nipple with his thumb. The slow circles around it turn into a squeeze when he attaches his mouth against yours for a long wet kiss which he takes down your neckline.

Your lips part in awe from being suddenly struck with lost for words from how aroused you feel already.

Unconsciosly you humm in bliss when he runs his tongue over your top. Sucking harshly on your breast, he forces your sensitive nipple to perk up, which he takes as a sign to put even more pressure through more licks and bites, soaking the fabric with his spit. You grip on the cushion, as he holds your boob and quickly circles the tip of his tongue around the clothed bud.

The cute squirming of your body forces his cock to twitch eagerly every second.

“You’re so sensitive, princess,” he whispers, letting his spit drop down over your nipple before taking it between his lips again. A long muffled groan escapes his throat when you grab a handful of his hair, as he still holds it between his teeth. “Feel like you can cum just from having your nipples sucked.” He pinches the bud and you whimper, feeling the rush of it coloring your face.

Gunil pulls back to take off your pants, tossing them to the floor. He smirks approvingly when you sit up to remove your cardigan.

“Good girl.”

His hand caresses your cheek, sliding down your shoulder, before pulling away to find the vibrator.

When you hear the toy turning on, your body tenses again from the overwhelming excitement and nerves clouding up your mind. The buzzing sound fills the thick air, as the head moves towards your intimate place, making your heartbeat race. You won’t be surprised if he could hear that too.

You instantly respond to the unfamiliar thrill the moment it sneaks through your panties. The sensation lands on your clit, shooting waves of pleasure, as Gunil holds the vibrator steady in one place. The sudden contact makes you gasp vocally while clenching your tummy.

“Mmmm,” Gunil wets his lips at the pretty view of your bare plush thighs spread apart for him. The sight of your expressions changing rapidly from how good you feel turns him on even more. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He leaves it over your clit for a while, waiting for the feeling to take you over. His fingertips are travelling on your left inner thigh, scratching and wishing they could feel more of you already.

You shut your eyes only humming in agreement. As the vibrations sink into your pussy your legs begin to slightly move around from excitement, your toes rubbing against the fabric of Gunil’s pants. You can feel yourself get wetter from how your underwear is now sticking to your folds, and your hole is starting to clench. It feels warm, energising, and like nothing you’ve ever felt from playing alone with your fingers.

Gunil removes the vibrator without saying a word and that makes you yap from surprise, but also from desperation. You swallow down the urge to plead to put it back exactly where it was, but that doesn’t seem to matter much when he grins at your hazy eyes and pouting mouth.

“What, do you start to like your new toy?”

You rub your thighs together cause you couldn’t stand the high temperature down there anymore.

Gunil catches that in time, immediately seperating them again.

“P-please…” you mutter, going over your panties with your hand, hoping it’s going to make him put the toy back sooner.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He pushes your thighs towards your chest, as you’re still in a sitting position just holding yourself on your palms. “Show me your tits, princess.”

You pull the straps of your top down your shoulders, leaving it around your stomach to expose your breasts for him.

He cusses quietly under his breath, placing back the vibrator on your clit, but this time pressing harder.

“O-oh… G-Gunil…” You moan towards the ceiling, as the rush floods back through your body, but ten times harder.

“You’ll learn to love it even more, sweetheart.” He says, while slowly moving the vibrations in circles, stealing even more delicate sounds from you. Watching you chew your lips almost violently in attempts to keep your pretty voice down grows his erection, making it difficult to keep it in his pants.

He brings the vibrator down to your wet hole, then brings it up again, leaving it to sit on the sensitive place. Meanwhile, the fingers of his other hand grips your leg, so his lips can travel freely on it. He starts placing wet hungry kisses all over your skin, unable to resist you.

You throw your head back with your face all scrunched up from the ecstatic delight. Every time Gunil shifts the vibrating head a scream creeps up in your throat from how amazing it feels, but you fight it back. As you tug on the sheets for support, you begin rolling your hips against the toy, reaching for your peak. That instantly pulls his attention away from your leg.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Y/N…” He groans, running his hand over your lower abdomen, imagining the way his dick would touch your cervix. “Wanna give you my cock so fuckin’ bad, you’ll take it so well, sweetheart..”

“G-Gunil, I…” You fall on your back, as you feel like breaking down any second now.

“Princess… need you to cum for me…” Gunil pants, holding your thighs apart.

As if his words were a charm, the second they sank into your mind, your figure begins to shake, forcing him to get a hold of you in a way the vibrations won’t escape your clit.

“Yeah, baby, let it out. Good girl.”

Your hands fly to cover your mouth, but as the orgasm gradually fades out, you hide your burning face too. You can hear Gunil’s chuckles, teasing you for not being able to comprehend what just happened.

He provokes you to peek through your fingers by kissing around your bellybutton just so he can reach lower, biting on the waistband of your underwear. The sudden slap of the fabric against your skin after he drops it from between his teeth makes you flinch.

“Fuck, what do we have here?” He grins amused after he settles between your thighs.

You could feel his warm breaths coming at your leaking pussy. Subtle, yet so effective in waking up a new wave of arousal in your body, that maybe just never went away. Instead it just keeps growing stronger.

“You’ve made a big mess, princess.”

Feeling his index finger slide down between your lips, pressing into your tiny hole has you break a whimper.

“Gunil, I…” You stutter around your words, still regaining control of your breathing. “I’ve never done it before.” It would’ve took you a lot longer to admit it if you had to look at him, so you stay with your eyes squeezed shut.

“I know, sweetheart.” You sense a smile that doesn’t have the usual perky ring to it. It actually feels comforting. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

He sucks the soaked patch of your panties into his mouth, savouring the sweet taste. The muscled tip of his tongue sends a strong rush through your core after it moves between your folds.

How is it possible to feel so intense even through the fabric?

“I’m afraid we have to return downstairs soon. People will start looking for us.”

You look at his hair, that was so neat and put together when he got here, and now is a mess; his eyelids dropping heavy like he’s intoxicated; how are you supposed to leave the room pretending like nothing has changed?

Your chest that just calmed down minutes ago begins to rise quicker again, as his palm rubs you gently while he speaks.

“I want to give you my cock nice and slow when it’s only the two of us, sweetheart.”

You shiver, but your body burns from his voice, as if you’re having a fever. Chilly air brushes at your entrance when he pulls your panties aside, exposing the view he’s been craving.

“I want to listen to your pretty moans…” his sentence stops from the way he concentrates on sliding a finger through your tight dripping hole. He sighs from relieving pleasure when it goes in, and continues his thought. “How they rise higher and higher as I fuck your silly brains out.”

Your head rises up to see his mouth going into your cunt, making its first laps at your slickness. The sudden contact makes your bones tremble, and your eyes roll back at your skull. When he suddenly moves his head left to right, teasing your clit with his tongue, you let out a deep groan, that you realised was dangerously loud way too late.

You hiss at the stimulating combination he creates between fingering and swiftly playing with your clit. His tongue caresses the nerves with strong forceful moves that at one point make you shift your hips up for even more friction.

“Ahh, s’good…”

His lips suck loudly on your clit one last time while looking into your eyes. His attractiveness in that small moment almost blurs your vision.

“Princess, you have no idea how sweet you taste…” He spreads your pussy nicely with both hands, giving it a nice look as if he wants to memorise every little detail about it. “Just like candy,” he adds, feeling his erection throbbing painfully at your tiny cunt pulsing from cute sensitivity; from needing to be filled up; needing to be stretched out.

You don’t even realise until you hear it, but the vibrator is back into his hand.

“Here, try it yourself now.”

When you take it from him without saying a word, Gunil quickly moves you in another position with ease. He guides your hand that’s holding the buzzing toy between your legs, as you’re standing on your knees. He presses your head into the mattress, then lifts your butt up in the air.

“Good girl, you look so pretty spread out like this for me.” He strokes your spine, your hair, your ass cheeks, while his hips push his huge boner into your behind. “F-fuck…” he pants, as you start to whimper in sync with his thrusts. “This is how I’ll fuck you, baby… This is how I’ll ruin that sweet pussy of yours.”

He teases your clenched hole, as you already struggle enough to hold the vibrations on your clit from being close to orgasm again. You repress your noises into the sheets when two of his fingers manage to insert your tight entrance. Slowly, but steadily they begin to stretch it out, massaging your gummy walls.

“Let me strech you out a little, sweetheart. You cannot fit even half of me in there.”

Your thighs begin to jiggle from not only the sensations that go through your core, but now from his curled up fingertips too, while the rest of your body moves back and forth from his lower body humping you.

The feeling of his rough clothed bulge pressing into your flesh makes something inside your chest flutter. He moves exactly how he would if he was gliding his dick in and out of you. Airy moans escape his mouth, echoing into your mind, as the sound of them is one of the most hypnotising sounds you’ve ever heard. You wish you could see this intimate, but filthy image of him using you as if you’re a pillow, but you can’t.

“Damn, princess.. so fuckin’ tight around me, fuck…” He cusses behind your shoulder, forcing you to melt on the mattress with his groans. “You barely let me move, baby.”

His sounds alone can make you come undone, and with the strong buzzing coating your pussy, it doesn’t take you long to whine his name over and over again.

His wrist begins to slam into your ass, as you squeeze his fingers tightly, soaking them with so much moisture.

“Cum on my fingers like the good girl you are for me, princess, come on…”

You suffocate from digging your face into the sheets, meanwhile your legs gradually collapse with your toes curled from pleasure. After you roll over on your back, feeling completely washed out, Gunil cannot resist. He spreads the sticky wetness all over your skin, watching it glisten everywhere under the yellow lights coming from the window. He swipes one finger once between your messy lips, chuckling at your legs instantly closing.

You both stay in silence for a while. If the noise of every single person of your family over talking the others counts as silence.

“So…” You whisper, glancing at him. “How long are you staying?”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[yourflame]

RULES POST!

reminder: rp rules are rp boundaries. if we're interacting, i'm operating under the assumption you've read this post and understand where i'm at in terms of what and what not i'm willing to do. easy peasy!

some things to know about me, the mun!

*i've been writing in the sonic rpc for a few years now, you might recognize me by the name toby (i'm going by rune now, heads up!) i'm back from my hiatus with a fresh coat of paint and a new way of going about tumblr rp. i will be primarily icon-less since a lot of the time i will not have access to my computer when i'm writing.

*i'm an adhd writer with a full-time job and irl relationships to tend to, so if consistency in a writing buddy is what you're looking for, i can't promise that. if i get super locked into a plot though, you can expect me to be annoyingly invested in it for a while!

*my favorite things to write are: emotions, drama and character development driven plots. i LOVE angst, but also calm, quiet, and contemplative stuff too. shipping is my guilty pleasure, you can probably sell me on most pairings if you think there's a spark between our muses. (just.. nothing involving the littler guys like tails or cream or marine. they're too baby to me.) i also think the juxtaposition between technocolor super animals and boring, mundane slice of life is endearing and enjoyable. i also like to shitpost and write stuff for the bit. to be honest, if there's a cool idea and we're both like "that's a cool idea lets write that" i'll likely be totally down. also i LOVE crossover, it's my bread and butter.

*i don't put up with bullies or assholes! vague posting, pity fishing, guilt tripping, passive aggression, and harassing for responses are all behaviors that i've unfollowed people for because it's dumb and rude and harmed my experience. i don't vibe with callout posts or airing petty drama out on the dashboard for the world to see. don't try to tell me who or what i can't interact with. i have a hunch that most people here on this hellsite community are probably tired, gay ass liberals who just wanna rp funny animals - including myself, and are not bigots. but regardless, if i do see bigoted behavior, that's an easy block. and on that note: the only time i find callouts to be appropriate is if there is a literal predator roaming about or it's for a victim trying to get away from their abuser. (sadly, that happens in rpcs sometimes. keep in mind, there is a difference between actual abusers and people who are just being a dickhead. as i stated earlier, if someone's just flat out rude to me they're catching this block.)

✔️ duplicate friendly. i love duplicate interactions, they're so stupid and charming. ✔️ crossover welcome. at this point if i don't know the character or series - so long as there's an about page somewhere on your blog for your character or you give me a quick crash course on them, i can make my own fun with it. ✔️ shipping fiend. as i stated earlier i love to ship. if we have a ship, it takes place in it's own timeline and doesn't intersect with others unless plotted otherwise. ✔️ AU enjoyer. i love to brainstorm AU ideas and rp them out. you'll find a lot of that here. ✔️ mutuals only. if i'm following you, and you're following me - then i'd love to write with you some time!

❌ no smut. tried it, decided it wasn't for me. i'm down to discuss headcanons & stuff, though - and if you write it i'll read it. also nsfw jokes are funny. should i mention this blog is 18+ and if you're a minor, get out? ❌ don't auto-kill my muse unless we plotted it. don't take control of my muse or assume their actions. they got minds of their own, man. ❌ don't meta game! your muse shouldn't know something about mine if they don't have an IC reason to know it! ❌ don't... run off with my ideas. look, everyone has had the same thought before on here regarding their muses. i don't mean coincidentally same hat. basically, if you see me suggest a plot idea i wanna do that you didn't think of - and proceed to use that idea yourself/with the person i suggested it to - it's a huge buzz kill for me, especially if i get left out of the picture. it's not gonna bug me if we're not interacting, but if we're mutuals... c'mon man. common curtesy.

and that's it. gold star if you like this post to show me you read it. thank you, and i look forward to interacting!

[bobawitch]

Fooled Around {{Steve Harrington x Reader}}

A/N: just another oneshot, this one is based on the song Fooled Around and Fell in Love by Elvin Bishop. hope y'all enjoy <3

wc: 1.3k

warnings: just fluff <3

Steve had been looking for the right one. I mean, he was out of high school and working full time, now he just needed the perfect girl for the perfect family. But he couldn’t seem to find her, even with his job at the movie rental store. He’d see pretty women, flirt a little, lay on the charm, then go on maybe one date, have maybe one night of hornier activities and then be on to the next. None of them were right, none of them made him know what he wanted.  Until you, at least. You hadn’t lived in Hawkins long, but you had gone to your last year of high school there and quickly found out about the legendary Steve “The Hair” Harrington. You, like many of the girls, found him cute but he was with Nancy Wheeler until he wasn’t and by then you had other things to focus on. You initially wanted to go to college, but your dad convinced you to take a few gap years to grow up and get some money, which of course led you to your current job at a record store. Thankfully enough you were a huge music fanatic, so you had no issues sitting and listening to classics and making recommendations to kind people that came through the store. One day you were on your way to work around noon and decided it would be fun to sit and watch a movie when you got home so you changed paths to guide yourself to the little movie rental place a few blocks from your job. You walked in and greeted the scruffy haired girl as you looked around. You spotted another guy in the uniform and smiled, recognizing him as Steve and giggling. It was kind of funny to see him working here, though he did have an ice cream job the year before so maybe not THAT weird. He was talking to some girl, flirting, and recommending movies before she said something about watching the movie with her boyfriend. Upon her saying that Steve sighed, shaking his head, and continuing saying the boyfriend wouldn’t like the movie he just suggested and suggesting a different one before walking off.  He began to walk towards the scruffy haired girl who pointed to you with a wide grin. Steve turned to look at you as you looked through various movies to rent. He fixed his hair before walking over to you, leaning on the big shelf that held the movies. “Hey, uh, what kind of movie you lookin for? I can give a good suggestion.” His voice was soft and kind, not overly flirty which felt nice. You met his eyes and smiled. “Steve, right?” You asked. He looked back at the girl at the counter before shrugging and nodding. “Yeah, you uh, know me?” He replied, shifting nervously as a confused look took over his soft complexion. You laughed and nodded, looking him up and down before replying. “Yeah, we graduated the same year. Though we didn’t have any classes together, so you probably don’t know me.” You shrug, crossing your arms to mimic his stance. “Oh, and for movies, I’m wanting one with an amazing soundtrack.” He didn’t want to seem rude and confirm your statement of his lack of memory of you. His eyebrows raised at your condition.  “Any specific genre?” You shrugged and shook your head no and he shrugged. “Alright then I’d probably recommend, Footloose, it’s a classic and has some really good music. Tron is also a good one, this kid I know thinks it’s one of the best movies in history.” He chuckled and shook his head, his hands now on his hips. He looked down as he shook his head before looking at you through his eyebrows. You smiled and laughed; you hadn’t seen Tron but at the mention of Footloose you knew what you wanted to watch. “Hm, I’ll have to go with Footloose. I love that movie.” You reminisce on the premise of the goofy movie and the iconic song and dance. Steve nods and laughs, “You have good taste. It’s an obvious classic.” You smile as he hands you the VCR of the movie before moving towards the girl.

“Oh uh, hey, maybe we could go out sometime. Then I can learn your name.” He smiled, giving you a cheeky wink and you gushed at the affection. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.” You laughed a bit before digging in your bag, you found a journal for songs and rip a corner out. You quickly scribbled your name and number and handed it to him before getting your movie and leaving to head off to work. Your encounter with Steve was about 3 months ago. Since then, y’all had gone on a few dates and eventually began dating. Y’all had only put a label on it after you had met his right-hand man, Dustin, who approved of you and your opinions of Tron. Now you and Steve were having a casual Friday night date at his house. Since his parents weren’t home y’all decided not to hide in his room for once and he made you a not so fancy plate of spaghetti. You both laughed and teased each other while eating. “So, what made me so different Steve?” You poked at a question that he often tried to avoid, mostly because he didn’t have a charming answer to give you. He straightened up a bit, slowly swallowing the gob of spaghetti he had just stuffed in his mouth. He looked around your face for an answer before shrugging. “I guess I just fooled around and fell for you.” He said it so plainly, like it was so obvious. You gushed at his words and giggled. “You almost just said the name of one of my favorite songs.” You comment, eating some of your spaghetti after. “Oh yeah? What song would that be?” Even though he knew the answer he decided he should ask you anyways.  He always admired how much you loved to talk about music. And you really could go on for hours at a time about songs, soundtracks, anything music related. “Fooled Around and Fell in Love, Elvin Bishop 1975.” You stated your acclaimed favorite song and watched as he nodded, wiping his mouth with a rag before getting up. He walked over to you and offering a hand for you to get up. You took his hand with a little giggle and a questioning expression on your face. He pulled you to his living room where he moved his coffee table and pulled out a little cassette and placed it in his dad’s fancy cassette player. Fooled Around and Fell in Love slowly began to fill the room. You laughed as Steve met you in the center of the rug, he grabbed your hand and pulled you close.  You instinctually placed your arms around his neck and lean into him. His hands find your hips and you both began to sway along to the song. You leaned your head on his chest, snuggling your nose into the crook of his neck. In return he gently rested his chin on the top of your head. As the chorus began you heard his silky-smooth voice begin to sing. “I fooled around and fell in loooooveee” You giggled and pressed yourself farther into him. His hands slowly moved to fully snake around your waist. You both swayed there in the center of the room as the song slowly faded to an end. Though once it had ended neither of you stopped swaying. You looked up to your boyfriend and leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. He returned the soft gesture and you hummed into his soft lips. “I love you Steve Harrington.” You purred against his lips after pulling away and he smiled, kissing you again. “I love you too Y/N L/N” He mumbled back. 

[sinclqir]

Cheat

terzo x female reader

warnings:

angst, cheating, breakups, and a very VERY rude terzo (it’s only for the sake of the story)

there will be a part two!

you’re a very well respected person in the ministry. you organized the tours, made sure all the siblings of sin were in check, and a very hard worker. you were also dubbed one of the most attractive sisters in the ministry. you had many siblings of sin try to hook up with you, but you didn’t per sue them, thinking it can interfere with your work. and you were not going to let all your hard work go to waste for a one night stand. but you weren’t perfect, and you let all that aside for him.

papa emeritus iii.

his charm and flirting got to you and you got with him. the casual sex quickly turned into a relationship. this was one of your first relationships you’ve been in. it was perfect, you would spend all your free time together, him buying you the most lavish gifts, him whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but that ended fairly quickly. he kept flirting with other siblings but you just assumed it was only his personality, which wasn’t half untrue.

he was always a very flirtatious man. to your knowledge he was loyal though. his flirting was the only thing he shared with others.

until the rumors started to fly. a new sister had been introduced to the ministry. she was beautiful. her name was daniela, and she was one of the most attractive people in the ministry. yet every time you tried to talk to her she was insanely passive aggressive. you didn’t think anything of it, people thought you were intimidating due to your high ranking in the ministry. if sister imperator needed anything important done, she would go to you immediately.

terzo started to become more distant with you, it hurt, but you didn’t know how to talk to him about it. he was a busy man, he’s papa. you decided to shrug it off until someone showed you that his relationship with sister daniela was starting to become something more than just acquaintances. they showed you a picture of terzo with his signature sly smirk, and the sister blushing. that wasn’t crazy to you, but the picture of him with his hand on her thigh made you a little uneasy. and then the video. it was of them kissing. your heart broke at the sight. you were never good with emotions so this feeling was unnatural to you. you didn’t know what to do.

you decided to confront him tonight, tired of everyone telling you he was cheating on you.

he walked out of his dressing room, prepared for a concert. “terzo…can we talk?”

"what is it?" terzo asked, he put a hand to his ear to block out the sound of the crowd, "what do we have to talk about? i am very, very busy and i have an entire crowd to sing for! so what is it!?" you looked at him sadly, “never mind, we’ll talk after the show.” terzo took in a sharp breath, but covered up his reaction with a smile, "alright! i will be very happy to, after the show." He grabbed the microphone out of the stand and stepped to the front of the stage, "are y'all ready to rock!?" the crowd roaring, "are you ready to let the devil in!?" the crowd roaring.

he performed a fantastic show, as usual, and stepped off stage. "whew! What a tough crowd tonight. but, it's time to have a little chat, isn't it?" terzo sighed as he slid his papal robes and placed them down on the ground. the backstage was quiet as the staff put away all of the instruments and audio equipment. the room was dimly lit, as terzo had demanded that no light be shed on it, as it was part of his dark aesthetic. "let's have it, what did you want to ask me?"

“can we talk in the dressing room? please?” your voice was light, which took him by surprise, he was used to your very stern voice. “of course!” he grabbed your hand and walked to his dressing room. he closed the door and walked to his vanity to take off his papa paints. “terzo, i’ve been having this problem recently…that i can’t ignore any longer.” you avert your eyes to the ground. "hm. go on. i'm listening.” his voice sounded uninterested as he took a makeup wipe and carefully took off his paints. “people have been…gossiping recently and…. a lot have been saying things.” you trail off as you felt a lump in your throat.

terzo looked concerned, though he hid it well. "tell me, what have people been saying," it may be difficult, but i want to help you, he thought, "i need to know, you understand?"

“they’ve been saying that you have been unfaithful to me…with sister daniela. is it true?” you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it.

terzo turned bright red and his jaw dropped as his head whipped around, "what?! that's... that's ridiculous! who... who would spread such horrible lies!?" his eyes filled with fury and he slammed his fists on his thighs, "that's absurd!"

you look at him with sad eyes, “terzo, i know you’re lying.”

"excuse me!?" terzo stood up and stormed over to where you were standing, "why would you be so stupid as to believe that!? just because other people say it doesn't make it true! how on earth can i tell you to trust me if you're gonna fall for stupid rumors like that!?" he grabbed your shoulders, "i would never do that to anyone! how could i even do such a thing!? i’m papa! i serve Satan! do you really think i could cheat on someone!?" you shrugged off his hands.

you pull out your phone. “they have shown me pictures!” you showed him said photograph. “how do you explain that?” he could see the tears in your eyes. threatening to fall.

terzo grew extremely quiet and pale in the face. "that-..." he paused, not quite sure how to explain it, "that's me comforting her! sister daniela is very close to both sister imperator and i. she's been struggling with some pretty... sensitive things lately, and i was making sure she was feeling alright! we weren't... we weren't trying to do anything! i swear it! how can i... can i even prove it?!"

“stop lying to me please…they have more.” you swipe and show him the second picture.

"w-what!?" terzo stuttered. he grabbed the phone and looked at the picture in sheer disbelief. his jaw dropped. oh no. this is bad, this is really bad. but... terzo was a quick thinker. "you- no... this is- this is a deepfaked image! i would never do that with sister daniela!" he said confidently, "i would never do that with anyone that's not you!" a tear slipped out of your eye. “why would someone do that…?” you whispered.

"because they want to spread lies! i'm papa. i'm a public figure. people want to tear me down, and you, you foolish idiot, you just blindly believe in whatever anyone tells you!" terzo shouted, "i would never cheat on you! do you... do you even trust me??" when he called you an idiot it hurt, you told him how you hated being called anything that had to do with your intelligence. your ex wasn’t a good person, he always degraded you and made you feel like you were nothing.

“i did trust you! since you want to keep blatantly lying to me, here’s a video!” your emotions started to take over as you showed him the video.

for the first time in all of his life, papa emeritus the third was speechless. he stared into the phone, frozen completely into place. his eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. after several seconds had passed, he swallowed hard and spoke quietly, "that... that... there's..." he sighed, "it's... true."

you backed away from him. “how could you! you…you said you loved me!” the tears started to fall. you hated to show your vulnerability, especially in a situation like this. "it was just... just a one time thing! i- i didn't mean it! she was just so sad... and she... it meant nothing! it was just one time!" terzo begged your forgiveness, "i swear it won't happen again! it meant nothing! it won't happen again! i promise you! just, please, forgive me! PLEASE!"

“yeah…you’re right…it wont happen again because this,” you gestured in between both of you, “this is over.” you turned to leave but terzo grabbed your forearm.

terzo gasped. he couldn't believe you would say such a thing! tears filling his eyes, "NO! PLEASE! I LOVE YOU! DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE!" he pleaded like a child, "I BEG YOU!!!"

“get off of me! if you loved me, you wouldn’t have fucked another!” you yelled at him, letting him know how bad he fucked up.

before he could speak there was a knock at the door.

his eyes were glossed over as you walk to the door. to your luck, it was the topic of the hour. sister daniela. “is terzo is here?” her voice was like sandpaper to your ears. “yes, he’s here.” terzo said meekly. “what do you want?” he couldn’t help but give a nasty tone to his question. why is she even here? what does she have to say about this? this was just a one time mistake that meant nothing! it's not even like it was planned or anything... it's just... that she's sad! i was just comforting her! i didn't mean for it to turn into THAT! i didn't mean for it to turn into anything!, he thought.

you step aside and let the sister walk in. she harshly shoved your shoulder and gave you a smirk. "oh, you have to be kidding me..." terzo mumbled in annoyance, "get out! get out!" He pointed to the door, trying desperately to get rid of her, "this has NOTHING to do with you! just... just get out, you..." he tried to think of something mean to say, but couldn't think of anything, so he finished with, "...brat!"

the sister looked shocked at his sudden outburst, “but…but terzo…” you stared at the two of them.

"yes? what? what do you want!?" terzo yelled, clearly getting more and more upset by her presence, "go on! spit it out already! what is it that you want!?" he tried as desperately to hold back, "just get to the point, you... you... BITCH!"

sister daniela look as if she was about to cry, “never mind you asshole! i should’ve never fucked you!” she started stomping towards the door. before she left she got up in your face. it took everything in you to not fuck her up. “oh and by the way, he said that you could never compare to what i gave him.” with that she left.

terzo stood still for several seconds after the door had slammed shut. a million words ran through his head, but none of them made it out of his mouth. he was stunned into silence... and then he was mad. "that BITCH! that SCULLION! that SLUT! i'll show her! i can't believe she's this petty!" he stormed a couple steps towards the door, "i'll show her... i'll show everyone!”

“show everyone what exactly? that you’re nothing but a liar and a cheat.” you were tired. tired of all of this. "do you seriously think i care what people think?!” He snapped, pacing back and forth, “im papa, don’t you forget that! i have a responsibility… a mission! one that’s much bigger than some stupid little cheating scandal! i’ve got the whole world to enlighten!” He shouted, then he began to grin, “i’m gonna use this as marketing! shat a scandalous papa am i!”

“i should’ve never loved you…this was the biggest mistake i’ve ever made.” your words were laced with venom.

he felt his heartbreak. “w-what?” he clutched his chest, the pain feels physical. “i thought what we had was special? how…how could i have been so stupid?”

you laughed in disbelief, “how could you be stupid?! i gave this relationship all i had for a year! a year terzo!!”

“i know… i… i was wrong! i was... i was so wrong! i'm… SORRY!” Terzo sobbed, trying to get the right words out, “i just… i just…” Terzo curled up into the fetal position on the floor, “i can’t…” He began to hyper-ventilate.

you stare at him, “satanas you’re pathetic..”

terzo's jaw dropped as you spoke. " you're cruel..." he wiped a string of tears from his eyes, "i... i can't believe this. how could you be so... cold? i just... how could you?"

“need i remind you that you’re the one that cheated!? and i’m the cold one? really!?”

"I-I KNOW I'M THE CHEATER! BUT YOU'RE... YOU'RE THE coldest person i've ever met in my LIFE! *and ive met some people!" the pope shouted, "SO YES, FOR THE LOVE OF SATAN WHY ARE YOU SO COLD!?. WHAT'S YOUR DEAL!?"

“i am only giving you the same amount of treatment you have been giving me!”

"THAT'S A PILE OF BULL!" the papa yelled, "I WOULD NEVER BE AS COLD AS YOU!" he stood up, pointing a shaking finger at you, "you're so cold you're a monster! you're no better than the rest of humanity!" he spat, "you just play the role of 'the good girl’ but you're just as cruel and heartless as the rest of... everyone." he finished, tears filling his eyes once more, "i... i didn't wanna say this... but I've always known it."

you got up in his face, feeling his breath fanning yours. “all you did was lie to me…all you did was hurt me…and IM the fucking monster? really!?”

"YES!" the pope yelled, "YES YOU ARE! you're a monster! you're a cold hearted, unfeeling, heartless monster and i don't know why i didn't see it for so long!" he laughed in bitter annoyance, "is that what you want me to say? i'm a lying cheating bastard and you're a *saint!?"* He scoffed, "well, good for you! you're right! i am a lying cheating bastard, and you... are a cold hearted, unfeeling, heartless monster. congratulations."

“I NEVER SAID I WAS A FUCKING SAINT! BUT ME BEING HEARTLESS IS NOTHING BUT FUCKING BULLSHIT! ALL I GAVE TO YOU WAS LOVE TERZO! WHEN SISTERS AND BROTHERS OF SIN THREW THEMSELVES AT ME I NEVER ONCE THOUGH ABOUT PERUSING THEM!” your noses were practically touching.

"OH, DON'T YOU BRING THEM INTO THIS, YOU HYPOCRITE!" terzo yelled, "you and i BOTH know i could bring up something from your past here, but I'm not THAT petty... but o should be, because you aren't worthy of being treated with even an ounce of respect! you deserve to be mocked and laughed at, so you can fully understand what you've done to me! YOU ARE A HEARTLESS, COLD-HEARTED FIEND!!! AND DON'T YOU COME CRYING BACK TO ME WHEN NO ONE ELSE WANTS YOU!"

he reminded you of your ex. it’s fully broke your heart.

“FUCK YOU, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A JOKE! EVERYONE IN THE MINISTRY THINKS THAT YOURE ONLY GOOD FOR SEX! THATS ALL PEOPLE THINK OF YOU! YOURE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC JOKE OF A POPE!” you couldn’t take it anymore, you spat at him, tears flowing down your face.

terzo gasped as his heart shattered? into a million pieces. he didn't know which was worse... the heartbreak of realizing that the one person he ever really loved didn't love him back, or the heartbreak of realizing that others never loved nor respected him back.

the truth of what she was saying was way more painful than she could imagine...

The pope fell to his knees, sobbing, "n–no... no, it's not true... i-i'm..." he fell to his side, bawling uncontrollably, "I'm nothing but a-a joke?"

“i set everything aside to love you…to show people that you’re better than that. that you’re a good guy….but…they’re right.”

"they're right..." he mumbled, lying completely prone on the ground. he tried to speak... but his words were only a garbled mess of tears and snot, "i-i'm... I'm nothing but a joke and a-a joke like me... doesn't deserve love..." the pope started to laugh as all the pain and hurt and anger and fear and sadness all built inside him, "i-i don't deserve love, do i?" His words seemed to turn into a mix between crying and laughing, "no... no one... deserves a freak... like me..."

“have fun with your pathetic life…this is the last time you’ll be seeing me… have a terrible night terzo.” you turned at left. slamming the door. you walked outside the venue and completely broke down. all of it hurt too much. the love of your life….cheated on you…called you an idiot….and a monster..

terzo watched you leave... still just lying there on the floor. he curled himself up and kept crying. It's... it's true... he didn't deserve love... he was a freak. was sister y/n right? did everyone think he was worthless? was... was that why no one took him seriously?

"f-freak..." he whispered to himself, his self esteem broken in a million little pieces...

"that's all i'll ever be... a pathetic.…freak...”

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my guilty pleasure is writing angst. anyway lmk if you enjoyed this!

[bradshawsbitch]

hi :) I’m kinda new to tumblr and tgm, do you have any tips to not get blocked by people bc I got blocked by one of my fave tgm blogs even though I followed their rules (age/not blank blog) and I’m kinda sad about it :(

Hi honey! I’m sorry you got blocked. I of course can’t speak for any other creators on here, but here’s some tips about what I look for/what I decide to block.

If a person has their age stated, that’s already such a relief! I, however, do sometimes choose to block people who doesn’t have a blank blog either. For me, I want my followers and readers to be interactive with me.

This site is a blog site, like your account and your page is your blog - which is why it’s called re-blog. Tumblr was big because back in the day, you had a separate website for your blog, and you had to click in on your fave blogs to catch up on their content - on tumblr, they put all of your fave blogs in one place, and you could now interact with your fave bloggers and put THEIR stuff that you liked on YOUR blog, which was so groundbreaking!

I tell you this because I feel like people forget, and some people on here might not even be old enough to remember what blogs even were.

So, when I see a blog followed me, I look for age, if they have that, I look at content. I block users who haven’t reblogged anything recently (say January this year is the last post, that’s a block for me), and if I’ve noticed said user liking my fics - but they haven’t reblogged ANY fic from ANY user on their blog that’s a block too. If you don’t want to even just click a button to reblog instead of like, I don’t feel like sharing my fics with you.

And that’s another thing, how you interact with the fic. It bothers me that fics are just expected to drop like it’s a fucking six second tiktok that you just throw together. The really good fic writers on here? They’ve been writing for years. They’ve put time and hard work into perfecting their craft. If you look at book series - how long do you usually have to wait for the next installment? Years, usually.

So asking an author for “part two?!?“ can and should be seen as extremely rude. Because for us that is not you telling us you liked the story, that’s you dissatisfied with the end and wanting more, without giving us anything but impatience and pressure. I’ve seen some people say they’re shy or don’t know what to write but imma be a cunt and say that’s such fucking bullshit.

It’s a fucking blog. Like??? “Cumslut96 wrote that they loved the descriptive language of the blowjob scene” how the fuck will I know who that is? Like I don’t go “that must be Lisa from down the street!”

And not knowing what to comment? Also bullshit - literally just write what the fic made you feel. And if it didnt make you feel anything, why’d you even want a part two? We’re literally creating shit for free (or in my case, I pay 12 dollars a month to give y’all gifs) and like the least you could do is leave a comment about what you liked. It’s what inspires and makes writers want to write more, there’s no shortcuts for that unfortunately.

Tldr; age in bio, reblog frequently with variation, treat your content creators with respect, and for gods sake don’t write “just here for the fics” in your bio 💀

[ikemen-daily-questions]

What is this blog?

The purpose of this blog is to post questions that prompt fans of the ikeseries games to reply with their thoughts. Questions will range from asking your opinions of how your favorites will react to certain scenarios, prompts to consider how your favorite character may feel about certain things (matching pjs, your first home together, his coffee order, etc) , or questions asking your favorite route/event/cg/etc about each game.

It's a fun way to share HCs you've been wanting to talk about, or thoughts about a certain route/cg/etc, or encourage you to consider certain aspects of your favorite that you may not have thought about before. I'm hoping that by posting these, it will help share some positivity and simple fun with others in the fandom.

This blog compiles all the 'daily questions' I came up with for my server, Bloody Simps. I've decided to now make the questions public, scheduled for once a day, so anyone in the cybird fandoms can reply.

Some questions may be NSFW, but it's usually a rare few. Due to this, they will be marked for mature audiences and I ask for minors to not interact with those questions (will block if this happens)

How do I respond to questions?

Reblog the question and write out your response to your heart's content! You can respond as yourself, or as/with your OC**!

Each question posts at 12PM EST, and you're free to respond to it any time after it's posted. I heavily recommend reblogging it, just due to the fact that replies have a character limit. That way you can gush as much as you want about your fave!

*Some questions are made with the player in mind, rather than OCs.

*The questions will ask 'you' for a response, but a lot can easily be taken as a chance for your OC to respond. As in, "what is your favorite letter from your suitor" can be easily turned into your OC sharing which route/event letter was their favorite, how it impacted them, etc, or honestly you can go wild and make up your own letter from the suitor and say its your OCs favorite. Just have fun!!

Can I submit some question suggestions?

Of course! I'll denote any submitted questions that are used with a ☆, and if the suggestion is made off anon, I will tag you in the post concerning it.

Please keep in mind that if the question seems rude towards any MC or character, is offensive in nature, or is too similar to questions already made, then it will not be added to the question pool. These questions may also be used for my server's daily questions as well.

I see that you're posting questions while using tags for X game, what about Y game?

You're free to share your thoughts on the question with any cybird suitor, though some questions may be game specific. I only play some of the ENG released games, and don't play the JP only games at the moment. Please feel free to respond with any ENG or JP cybird game/character, but if it pertains spoilers I would kindly ask you tag as such just for my sake,,,,

I see this is for cybird characters, but I also want to talk about a different character I like

Honestly, I can't control what you do! If the question fits, and you're wanting to discuss other blorbos, as long as its not hateful then I don't really care.

The reason this is centered on cybird games specifically is because questions will be directly geared with those in mind, such as qs about favorite events from the games or CGs/Routes, etc etc, so the differentiation is to lessen confusion for those stumbling onto this blog randomly.

I know Ocs are alright to respond with, but what about suitor/suitor ships or polyships?

If the questions applies (that is up for you to determine), then feel free! If the ship is incestuous in nature, and this is a recurring theme, I will not want to interact with your response and if its too triggering, I may block.

What do you do with the responses?

I read them! At the moment, I do not plan to reblog any responses to this blog, and instead encourage people to look at the notes to see what others have said. At the most, I may reblog them to my blog to share thoughts if I agree with you, but this is mainly just a question/prompt blog.

Who runs this blog?

At the moment, just @scummy-writes ! Since Krys is a mod for my server, and helps out with making questions for there as well, she's given me permission to use the questions she's came up with as well! These questions will be notated with a ♡. You can find her blogs at @krys-loves-otome and @not-krys!

I saw someone respond rather hatefully to a question...

If I notice that someone is consistently character bashing or being rude/offensive towards the questions, I'll likely end up blocking them for my own sanity. I would like this to be positive, even when the questions are asking what your least favorite route may be or similar, and easy discussion.

Disliking a character and explaining why calmly without being harmful towards those who enjoy the character is fine!

╰❧ Typos may occur, and sometimes I may repost a question not too long after it's been posted originally on accident! Please be patient with me, mistakes happen.

╰❧ Divider by @/saradika-graphics

[shepherds-of-haven]

*POSSIBLE SPOILERS*

Sorry if this comes across as rude, but is there a reason Tallys doesn’t just… hang out with other elves? I mean, she’s super proud of her heritage, plus we know there’s a whole borough of Haven that’s full of elves, and that her biggest fear is outliving her loved ones, so it kinda seems like a no brainer. Like, if your that scared, then just go live with the people who have the same lifespan and culture that are literally a block away lol

Well, I think it's important to remember that Tallys's entire community of friends, relatives, loved ones, and family members were slaughtered over the course of one night and she was left as the only survivor, so her emotional problems and fears are a bit more complicated than living with other Elves! 🤔 The thing is, she has tried living with communities of different Elves throughout the years after her clan was taken away from her: she tells you that she used to live in the Elven Quarter in that chapter (and is obviously familiar with many of the people there, like Ashaniel and Denan) as well as the reasons why she ultimately left, and she also traveled around prior to arriving in Haven, staying for a time with the Elves in an enclave called Silver Streams (only deducible if you read her mail in Shery's new day off) as well as working as a farmhand for Elven farmers in the Sun's Embrace (shown in her second day off interlude).

However, living in close proximity with other Elves ultimately was a painful reminder of what she lost: they couldn't replace her lost family and friends as individuals, so while it simultaneously eased her loneliness, it also created a sense of feeling adrift. She still lived and worked among them for decades, but always held herself slightly distant, not wanting to form new attachments that could either betray her lost loved ones or make Tallys feel like she was 'replacing them', or avoiding them out of a fear that these new relationships could be torn cruelly away at a moment's notice, just like her old ones had been. But this created a sense of purposelessness and lack of fulfillment.

So when she heard the Shepherds were being formed to combat the new Endarkened threat, she decided to join up to ensure that this state-sponsored police force actually extended its resources to protect the Diminished population of the city instead of only bothering to guard the wealthy Norms. Her fears about outliving non-Elven friends and loved ones only came about as a result of that decision; the fears didn't really exist prior to joining the Shepherds, though culturally, it's something all Elves are keenly aware of when associating with non-Elves. She just wasn't expecting to care that much once she signed up for the Order, since she went into it thinking she was just around to keep an eye on things and ensure that things were fair--not that she was signing up for a new family and would have to contend with all of the complicated feelings and future heartache that would entail.

Hope that all makes sense!

[deviantartdramahub]

Not to kick a dead horse, but sense DADN's little minions are still desperately begging for the drama to stay alive, I decided a good way to push them further down the grave they've dug themselves is by pointing out something I've been thinking of talking about for a while.

So, yet another terrible thing about DADN is that they seem to support helicopter parenting. For example, remember when they urged me to talk all about Club to my mom, and then I made fun of them for it? Well maybe it's a genuine problem...

They seem to try to encourage kids to have no privacy, and think parents should be constantly looking at what their kids are doing. This is toxic for obvious reasons, bc of course parents should be doing their job to make sure their kids are safe, but there's a line between ensuring that and being, well, a helicopter parent. DADN crosses that line.

Me and other kids should be able to make friends on the internet without having to alert their parents EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. a new person interacts with them. They shouldn't have to tell the parents about every little detail about all the people they meet on the internet. Not only is this exhausting for kids to deal with while also denying them any privacy and freedom, but it also prevents any trust between the kid and all the friends they'll try to make, bc their friends won't be able to share anything without risking some other person knowing about it. The parents might judge said friends, or say rude things about them, and very possibly without a justified reason. There's also a chance a kid has bigoted parents, and by enabling said bigoted parents to helicopter their child, they'll never be able to achieve a safe space on there where they can find accepting people. imagine an LGBT kid wanting to block out the mental torture they deal with in their IRL family and find others like them, caring people who accept and understand them, and might even be in the same situation as them...or if a parent's just plain abusive in general and the kid wants to seek help or comfort from others, then people like YOU, DADN, step in and decide to push the kid to tell everything, or find a way for the parents to know about everything, and then the kid may be isolated, yelled at, having any source of comfort and happiness taken away, or may even be physically abused bc of any of it! You see where I'm getting at, right? Everyone HAS to see how damaging ALL OF THIS is, right??

I'm old enough to be on the websites I am, and my mom knows I talk to people, knows I have basic education of internet safety, knows I post art, ect, and that's good enough. She doesn't try to push more than what's required, bc she's an actual respectful mother. And I'm not gonna let you try to change anything about that. I may be lucky enough to have a mom like her, but there's HUNDREDS of kids who aren't. And allowing and encouraging their awful parents to helicopter those unfortunate children will do more harm than good at the end. I pray non of you ever have any children, I really do... -^-

And yes, I'm sure there's more examples than the one I provided, it's just I wanted to spend my effort on wording everything and providing all necessary points rather than remembering each example, the one I provided is good enough. Though if anyone would like to share more examples, that'd be lovely <3

That, combined with their antinatalism, makes it seem to some of us like they just hate kids.

[kitty-is-writing]

Kitty's Pride Month short #9!

This story focuses on Oliver, the reigning King of Oakshire as he, his lover, his wife and the bio dad of their children try to explain things to the kids through the lens of their own awkwardness.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

This wasn’t good. Both little ones looked as though they were about to cry already, and they had only just sat down. Oliver had not been looking forward to this discussion, and had almost hoped it would never come up, but of course it had to. Things like this couldn’t be kept secret forever.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” Sam said, trying to calm the children. He sat on the floor beside the sofa the kids were on, close enough to reassure them but far enough from Nicola that it wouldn’t look inappropriate to any observers.

“We just wanted to talk to you about some things you might hear from other people,” Nicola started to explain, looking to Oliver for some support.

He in turn looked over to the door, where Zach stood rather awkwardly. At least they had given Bethany, the older of the two, a basic idea of where babies came from before this. No graphic details, obviously, since she was only six, but she had grasped that mummy and daddy made babies when they loved each other very much. “You see, daddy can’t actually have babies.” They had decided between themselves that would be the easiest way to explain it to the kids for now. “I love mummy very much, but there’s something different about my bits that won’t let me make a baby with mummy.”

“Like when my dolly broke?” Bethany asked. “Can’t you get a new bit like we did for Susy?”

Nicola laughed quietly. “It’s not that easy for people. We’re stuck with the bits we’re born with, usually.”

There was a slight pause, where the adults looked at each other uncomfortably and the two children made confused faces. “See, what usually happens is that mummy and daddy have a bit each, and those bits fit together to make a baby,” Sam said, stepping in since nobody else seemed to know how. “Sometimes, though, a daddy has a bit that doesn’t want to fit with a mummy bit, or the other way around, and that’s what’s happened here. So, your mummy kind of borrowed my bit instead, because she and daddy wanted you both so much, but their bits wouldn’t fit together.”

David’s face lit up with understanding. “Like my blocks! The squares won’t fit with the triangles,” he said, simplifying things the way only a four year old could.

“Er, kind of?” Sam threw a helpless sort of look at the other three.

Nicola tapped her finger against her lips. “Maybe it’s a bit more like your jigsaw puzzles. You know how most of the pieces have two outie bits and two innie bits, and they can all fit together even when the picture doesn’t match, but sometimes you get a funny shaped bit that’s all outies or all innies, or even just a wiggly side? Those have got to go with certain other pieces, right?”

The two children nodded. “So, daddy’s like a wiggly piece? And he doesn’t fit properly with you even though he loves you lots?”

That was probably the closest they were going to get without explaining in more detail than any of the adults were ready for. “That’s right. I love mummy, and both of you, I’m just a bit too wiggly to fit quite right,” Oliver said.

“I love you too Daddy. Even if you’re all wiggly,” Bethany said, sliding off the seat to scramble into his lap instead.

David toddled over to join them. “I love wiggly Daddy too!”

Oliver hugged both of them tight, catching Zach’s eye over their heads. He tried not to laugh at his lover’s expression, or the thought that he had just gained a new nickname. The two children had accepted it so easily, despite the rather jumbled explanation, and they quickly jumped down to go back to their game, which the grown-ups had rudely interrupted.

“That went better than I expected,” Nicola said once the kids had scampered into the next room to play.

“They’re young enough that normal is whatever surrounds them,” Zach said. “They haven’t had the chance to pick up on anyone else’s biases yet. Let’s hope they can keep that innocent acceptance as they get older.”

“I’ve always thought the problem is how awkward we make all this,” Sam said quietly. “Children see things so simply, it’s only when us adults filter it all through our own discomfort that they start getting confused.”

Nicola smiled. “You might be right there. We’ve been so conditioned to keep quiet about things like this, it’s hard to find the words when we do need to talk. Maybe we should have asked Christina to join us,” she said. “She doesn’t seem to have trouble with any of it, I suppose because her society is so much more accepting than ours. One of the acolytes she worked with at the temple was born a boy, she told me, and has been living as a woman for years now. They have herbal treatments and things for people in that kind of situation, apparently, and most everyone is completely fine with it.”

The others were quiet for a few moments, thinking over things. “I wonder what that’s like? Living somewhere so open about things like this?” Sam asked. Of the four in the room, he was the one closest to what Oakshire’s society deemed ‘normal’. He was also the one most comfortable with the relationships between all of them.

“Ask anyone from the Islands, or apparently Slokos. From what we’ve heard in recent years, everywhere is more open about this stuff than our country,” Oliver groused. Listening to people talk about how freely people like him could live in other nations had given him some weird, almost jealous feelings he didn’t know how to process. While others might be able to emigrate to one of those other countries and live their lives in the open, he was trapped in an increasingly backwards society.

Zach cleared his throat quietly. “You are in a position to change that, if you’re willing. More people than us would benefit from Oakshire becoming more accepting.”

The room felt a little too quiet for a moment, all of them giving Oliver sideways glances. He wasn’t stupid, he knew both Zach and Nicola were getting involved in Alicia’s ‘upend the system’ movement and all the other changes brewing in its wake. Ideally, he knew he should be standing with them and enacting at least some of the reforms they were calling for, but doing so would mean facing things he had spent his entire life trying to bury, and he was not ready for that.

Still, he had been taught that a good King should do what was best for his country and his people, even if that meant putting his own comfort aside. That had been his father’s biggest failing in the last years of his reign, and Oliver had long since sworn he would not make the same mistake. “I… I’ll think about it. Relaxing the laws certainly wouldn’t hurt in the short term.”

Nicola leant over, patting his knee gently. “Nobody’s expecting massive changes at once, Oli. Things take time, and you’re not alone. If you want it to seem less personal, you don’t have to tell anyone about yourself. A simple ‘we are listening to public opinion’ would be fine.”

Oliver nodded slightly, lost in his own conflicting thoughts. Twenty years ago he would have given anything for an opportunity like this, to be accepted and loved as who he was rather than forcing himself to fit into the mould his father had pushed him into. After so long spent crafting his public face, though, so many years of being the good, normal husband and King everyone expected him to be, would turning all of that upside down be worth the risk?

He was, if not exactly happy, at least comfortable with things as they were, and until recently had thought Zach and Nicola were too. If they were willing to do this, though, to stand up and support change even if they didn’t expose themselves while doing so, perhaps they weren’t as at ease as he’d imagined. Hiding his feelings was safe, was how he had managed to avoid disdain and ridicule his entire life, but… maybe being safe and comfortable wasn’t good enough anymore. Maybe it was time to change things, for the sake of others if nothing else.

[pierrai]

Hi! I have an Alastor request set in the modern au. How would he react to an ex s/o that started giving him the cold shoulder and reposting videos on tiktok such as 'getting my eyes checked bc im not sure tf i saw in him'?

What a strange request! This will likely be a bit shorter for as much as I desire to make everything a long fic, I would also like to start getting through requests quicker!! Thank you for the ask though, anon, I hope you will enjoy!

Character: Alastor Catesby Word Count: 1008 Scenario: Al's reaction to an ex reposting bad relationship TikToks Warnings: None

Alastor

Your break up with Al had likely been something you'd pondered for days and weeks before it actually happened. Al is someone who seems good from a distance and maybe can still seem good if you wilfully blind yourself enough to his bad side when you get closer to him, but ultimately, he's very difficult. He's attractive, fit, and occasionally fun to be around, but there's only so long the excuse of 'well, he's alright sometimes' held up against all of his misdeeds.

And those misdeeds were too many to count at this point. You only properly realised how much after you took the plunge and suddenly he was out of your life. There were so many, in fact, you wondered how on earth you managed to stay attached to such a man for so long.

He was rude, brash, petty when he didn't need to be, flirtatious with people who weren't you, occasionally possessive and weirdly grumpy about who you spent time with, then completely uncaring at other times and all together it just seemed like he wasn't someone you could be with long term.

It seemed like Al shouldn't be with anyone for a long time. The guy clearly had issues deciding what he wanted in life, and frankly, you were sick of being on the receiving end of his indecisiveness.

When you broke things off, he'd scoffed as if you were joking, and then when he saw you were serious, he asked if that was really what you wanted. He had the nerve to tell you you were making some huge mistake. That'd you'd be back soon enough and if you weren't, it was clearly your loss anyway.

His words had lingered for a little while when you left his place that day, but when you finally got home, you felt some relief. That relief only grew the more you didn't have to deal with Al anymore.

First he texted you. Then when you didn't reply, he called. You didn't want to answer that either. Hearing his voice might dull your resolve and you were certain you wanted him gone. No way his honeyed words would work in getting you back. Your final decision was to block him on most of the social medias you owned.

After that, your life was greatly improved. The stress of having Alastor around was replaced with sweet, sweet freedom. Even your friends noted that you were noticeably happier, and you revelled in the catharsis of suddenly being able to talk about all the small things that had irked you about Al all along. Your life was just better without him. Making fun of him went from something you'd been unsure about, to something you did casually with your friends.

He didn't feel that way of course. When you didn't come crawling back to him and instead blocked him in anyway you could online, he was thrown for a loop, staring at his phone with a scowl foul enough to make his annoyance clear to anyone.

He had never put to much stock in dating, and he hadn't really with you either, but he'd grown accustomed to your presence and when things ended with him on the losing side, he simply didn't like that.

Any way to get back at you would've been sweet, but eventually he just let that go. He gloated to himself that you'd blocked him because you were incredibly bitter. You knew how much you longed to be with him again but you didn't want to admit it, so you just blocked him out instead. Honestly, it was pretty pathetic.

And yet he still found himself absentmindedly stalking your profile every so often, only to be met with a blank page and the words 'You've been blocked' in bold white on his screen. You mustn't have wanted him to see how terribly lonely you now were without him as a boyfriend.

It was by chance that he'd stumbled upon your TikTok account. He had an account himself but he scarcely used it other than to occasionally like posts when he happened to open the app and get caught in a bout of mindless scrolling. His page had suggested he follow someone from his contacts, a mutual friend of both him and you, and then he'd found your tell-tale username amongst the follower list.

When he clicked your account, he was pleased to find you'd not blocked him. You probably didn't even know he had an account and who could blame you; Al wasn't the type for TikTok. Your profile was so terribly you that it made him smirk a little. You hadn't posted anything yourself but you frequently reposted videos, and what you'd recently reposted turned his smirk back into a deepening scowl.

'Getting my eyes checked bc im not sure tf i saw in him' was one repost. 'Me whenever anyone asks about my ex' was another. As Al scrolled further and further down your page, he'd keep seeing the same theme of videos. All videos jabbing at so called 'toxic' ex-boyfriends.

Sometimes you'd comment too. You'd never mention him by name, but you'd mention some stupid and vague (and probably made up) thing he'd done and a sleugh of people would back you up in the replies to tell you how lucky you were to have 'escaped'.

These idiots didn't know the first thing about Al or your for that matter. The more he scrolled, the more pissed off he got and the more he told himself he should be the one glad to be rid of you. You were clearly sad and bitter and lonely. Hah. He could get anyone he wanted, whenever he wanted, but you'd be stuck alone with only your stupid TikTok friends to keep you company. It was you who'd be suffering once you finally got out of your dreamworld and realised that.

Suffice to say, he stalked your profile for a short while afterwards, and when you'd finally gotten over your 'break-up' phase, he uninstalled the app entirely.

[synonymouswithanonymous]

This blog

I'm a fan of both Alex Hogh and Johanne Milland! I think they're both great. talented, beautiful, and lovely. Lovely couple.

To explain this blog. Formerly I had tried to send in positive/defending/different perspective asks elsewhere. One got through about deleting negative comments a long time ago, I still say it's better for mental health to delete them and ignore. So I gave up trying to send asks and decided to share posts with my positive comments. Or comment on posts as I see others do.

Then a post I shared was reposted and I was called names and bullied in the comments. I was admonished for calling the comment "leech licker" a nasty comment. My calling that comment "nasty" was uncalled for, but the nasty commenter wasn't even addressed. 🤔🤔🤔😂😂

this isn't the first time someone that likes the couple has been met with rude name calling behavior. Several people have been named and mocked/insulted for liking the couple. None of that was admonished either. I'm glad I'm not alone in recognizing this bullying pattern. I hope in real life they're good people that have just gotten carried away bc it's the internet.

Oh Well. I've been blocked from there which is cool, That's their choice, it is their blog. Do what you want. Dislike who you want. I disagree and have commentary. 😁😁 I do find it funny that they say they never get any positive asks. And funny that all opinions are said to be welcome when they are not. I've tried, but they were not welcome. If they were met less rudely I'm sure more would participate. But why bother? I was met with rudeness even when expressing in a comment that the nun bus bit was, to me, hilarious (I am Catholic, Nun/Catholic humor is great. imo). Asks were posted about me by my handle, several times, calling me more names. 🤔🙄

So now I feel free to discuss whatever I wish to here. I'll call it reactionary commentary. I try my best to not be judgey and call names. I don't like that behavior. Can't post on everything though, I don't have the time. But when I do have time I will. 😊😊 And when I feel like posting the couple of course.😃😃

But again, when I can. Because I don't feel like I should be silenced or bullied for having a different opinion.

From my LOL post:

'apparently disagreeing politely (when directly addressed in comments after I reblogged a post) without insults and being nice is argumentative. I was called a "leech licker" "stan", and a "troll". I was "pushing an opinion". 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 at least I don't hurl personal insults like they did to me. And these are the people who claim to "hate bullies.'

So I decided to post all of my opinions here. 😊😊 All the ones and more that I've sent in before.

Not trying to "start" anything. I'm just posting my thoughts, uncensored, and without anyone calling me rude and nasty things bc I see someone/the couple differently than they do. 😊😊😊 I like to celebrate happy people in love. It makes me happy when others are happy.

I like the couple, it's so great they look so happy now in general and so happy together. I'm happy for them.💖💖😊😊 Also great he and his dad went to a concert. Glad they had fun! His Dad has got some great moves!

And as always I really don't expect anyone to read my lengthy posts. Cheers to anyone who does. 😊 Have a great day/weekend!!

[bones-plus-meat]

Tumblr as a community

Early on into this semester we were asked if we thought internet communities were just the same as physical ones, and at the time I considered them to be similar but not wholly the same. I thought of online communities as too niche to really simulate the same scenario, but over the course of my research I’ve come to the conclusion that online communities don’t just resemble physical communities, they fully mirror them. None are a better example of that then maybe Tumblr.com, the disgraced and many times derided blogging plat form.

It seems that over the course of this class I’ve had a real emphasis on Tumblr. I use it for my class posting, I’m focusing on it now, and I plan to use it for the final project. While the reason for that largely is due to the fact that Tumblr is the soil form which I was birthed, it’s also due to the understanding that the website is nearly entirely incomprehensible to the general public. As Aja Romano said during a 2020 interview, “-people just don’t get the basic functionality of Tumblr.”

This in one such way it relates to a physical community, with real barriers to entry and cultural clashes. People don’t understand the edict, what is considered rude and not rude. They don’t know that liking art without rebloging is looked down on, they don’t know that using the default Tumblr icon will get you blocked, they don’t know how to appropriately tag their content. They don’t even understand the basic sense of humor they must be fluent in to grasp the day to day interactions. I can promise you if I said ‘Me and my three weed smoking girlfriends are at the children’s hospital after the human pet guy exploded me with hammers, but Misha said he likes my shoelaces’ it would make close to zero sense to most reasonable people. On Tumblr though the full comprehension of that sentence, and all the nuances, is expected as a form of tacet knowledge.

Tumblr has created its own vernacular and ways of interaction with each other (Bronner pg.23) which is more than a good indication of an independent culture forming. Along with that Tumblr has its own, fairly standardized, values. Years before things like the me too movement, or other such groups, Tumblr was already having in depth conversations about the legal system and mishandling of rape. Feminist thinking was already at a full roar, as well as several other social justice movements. (Popova pg.85) After all, in the words of a long lost Tumblr post, Tumblr is one of the only places where people are presumed queer till proven otherwise. With that a certain level of progressiveness is bound to be present.

Speaking of long forgotten Tumblr posts- That’s another aspect of the sight that makes it even more reminiscent of a physical community. It’s true that the internet is forever, well, except for on a place like Tumblr. Due to the truly disorganized and strange system of tagging and rebloging, most things are simply lost. Posts that you know for a fact exist simply vanish into the wind, and even if you look them up word for word there is a good chance you won’t find them. I myself have gone digging for posts I have personally made and been utterly incapable of relocating them. As such, unless a post is spread widely, there’s a good chance it will all but vanish.

In a way this reminds me of oral traditions. Most of those stories, those times, are gone now. Only that which was spread widely, and recorded by many, had a real chance of survival. And even then, the chances were iffy at best. Tumblr is one of the few places that truly rely on just the internet equivalent of word to mouth. That’s why it’s considered rude to like but not reblog, as likes do functionally nothing on Tumblr. There’s no true algorithm, not really, and the only way to pass information along is to physically reblog posts. To make another copy of someone’s words and place it on your own blog.

The community, as a collective, decides what will be a popular post. Not some code deciding that it was posted at the right time of day to be noticed or used the right tags. This is part of the reason that I suspect Tumblr posts are so frequently used off-site even if those consuming it don’t know. (Ramano pg.65) Unlike most sites the content you see fully found its way due to its own content. There was no post nepotism, or algorithmic miracle. You can’t even see follower counts on tumblr.

This is another way further reflection onto tumblr has shown me just how similar the online world is to real life. The reason most people don’t realize these screenshots they enjoy are from tumblr is there is an inherent bias against Tumblr and its users. This is due to the association between the site, and queer and feminist groups. Spaces deemed more ‘female oriented’ have long been discredited or viewed as lesser, even if the times are more progressive now. Tumblr, though online, is very much suffering from that age old stigma.

Which brings us to the interesting aspect of the screenshots. The archiving of these posts, all the while scrubbing their origins away to make it more palatable. Emily Midkiff and Sara Austin in their paper Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts, remark that there is some difficulty in archiving the taboo. It seems the solution to that problem is simply to strip what is wanted away from its context to make the user feel more comfortable. This has long been the case in history, for almost every marginalized group.

So yes. The online world is much the same as the physical, right down to the bigotry.

Sources

Bronner, Simon J. “Digitizing and Virtualizing Folklore.” Folklore and the Internet: Vernacular Expression in a Digital World, edited by Trevor J. Blank, University Press of Colorado, 2009, pp. 21–66.

Popova, Milena. “Tumblr Time: How Tumblr’s Temporal Features Shape Community Memory and Knowledge.” A Tumblr Book: Platform and Cultures, edited by Allison McCracken et al., University of Michigan Press, 2020, pp. 81–100

Romano, Aja, et al. “Under the Radar: A Conversation about Tumblr in the Public Sphere.” A Tumblr Book: Platform and Cultures, edited by Allison McCracken et al., University of Michigan Press, 2020, pp

Emily Midkiff, Sara Austin Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts, Vol. 31, No. 2 (108) (2020), pp. 179-181 (3 pages)