#I seriously hate gatekeepers
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doppelnatur · 10 months ago
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God i hate the term theyfab 😶
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always-a-joyful-note · 1 year ago
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I just read the translations for the !! SS Arc's secret orders/orders/penalties and...(cw for violence and death, as well as slightly spoilers)
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Isn't this taking "the horrors of the entertainment industry" just a tad too far????? Seriously, what actually -
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cashmere-caveman · 5 months ago
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sxtystrs · 7 months ago
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hate feeling gatekeepy about stuff i'm interested. clawing and screaming when i see something/someone involved in my fave interest it makes me feel so embarrassed
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perish-lolz · 1 year ago
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Can we all collectively as a Fandom start shaming Pretty Blood fans?
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wjbs-aus · 1 year ago
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"Shipworm" sounds like a website for cataloguing and mapping your ships (both between fictional characters and between your OCs), and it would have invite-based signup system because of fucking course.
But no, it's just a nasty bug* that eats wood.
*use of "bug" here is colloquial; shipworms are actually molluscs.
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mayonnaise-sock · 1 year ago
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Why can’t i learn my lesson and stay away from the awful instagram fnaf fandom who gatekeep everything like geez i was judged for watching anime before it was popular but u don’t see me fussing over it getting popular goddamn like i’m just happy more people are understanding that anime isn’t stupid
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montanabohemian · 2 years ago
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anyway, some asshole on twitter was whining about the prosthetics for harvey dent in the upcoming gotham knights show claiming the character and story of dent to be ableist.
i invite you fucknuts to touch grass and never be allowed to be around comics ever again because you don't have basic reading comprehension skills.
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glittergelpensherlock · 4 months ago
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Pick something my friend has actually done:
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Told me she liked the guy that I was starting to get feelings for right after she started dating her ex and flirting with other guys the whole time they dated.
Or
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Made fun of people for acting/thinking differently than her, then tried to get mutual friends to side with her to make me seem crazy for disagreeing with her actions.
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hungergameshyperfixation · 5 months ago
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Haymitch Abernathy has NOT been my white boy of the month—first off he’s been the white man of the year+ for me and in the books he isn’t confirmed white ‼️‼️
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keepin-it-kronic · 10 months ago
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lumidark166 · 1 year ago
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Yknow if qsmp decide to put indo ccs on the server and got them an Egg imagine their name can be indo food lol
#i am just delulu#kindly waiting when qsmp put my beloved ccs#even though it's would be impossible#when i said impossible i think of the fanbase can be mixed feelings cause i know mcytindo fanbase sometimes exaggerated of stuff#Like the fanbase is full of kids that not have control of themselves on internet#more chance you meet their fans is homophobic cause most indo are just homophobic in gen and will gatekeep their ccs cause like i said#like i said they said they exaggerated stuff so much while i am indo qsmp fan suffering cause i just want them to meet#hoping if they got in#the mcytindo fanbase behaviour can better after so long interact with qsmp fans but maybe i just delulu again atp#why? mcytindo fanbase have a habit of shipping their ccs without their consents#a lot of them do this cause in indo tradition(? or cultures idk its kinda indo thing) there something call 'cie cie'#is where ppl saying 'cie cie' to someone hanging out with a boy#thinking they are in romantic relationship#i hate this shit a lot that I can't interact with my boys classmates normally#i know it's supposed for teasing someone but most of the time people that teasing someone this is random ppl that don't know you personally#and i hate it#if it my friends that known me do this thing#i think i wouldn't mind it too much unless i said it to them i don't like the joke#unfortunately with indo ppl usually think joke is just a joke so they never gonna take it seriously when someone ask to stop 'cie cie' joke#unless someone with common sense does#qsmp#discourse#is it a discourse? but i tag it cause it's kinda neg#lumi rambles#i rambles way too hard this time on the tag#how do i know the mcytindo fanbase this toxic? i suffered in there for long time and drop it cause it's felt like i am babysitting some#stubborn kids
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horrorhumorandcoffee · 2 years ago
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i hate you modern queer culture, i hate you sanitization of queer identity to adhere to what cishet ppl find “normal”, i hate you young queers who call old queer culture bad and refuse to learn about the queer ppl that came before them, i hate you discourse over how ppl identify, i hate you.
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raainberry · 4 months ago
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Whispers in the Hallway
Momo x gn!reader
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synopsis - two months of hiding your relationship from the kitchen, it’s only a matter time until it gets out
wordcount - 5.2K
T/W - this serves as an epilogue to “compliments to chef” but you dont need to have read it to enjoy this one kinda chaebol!momo - chef!reader - mentions of food - you don't hate each other anymore - kinda suggestive at some points but nothing too crazy - that's all i can think of, tell me if i missed anything
A/N - chef epilogue v.2, shout out to @cry4mina this ones for you sorry i gatekeeped it for so long tell me when you read it so i can delete
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The last of the dinner shift guests left the building, unknowingly crossing the path with the owner.
Momo sent them a polite nod, her eyes shifting to their linked arms and entwined hands. Two months ago, she would have rolled them at the sight. Love on display, even late at night when only the moon could complain, she used to despise it.
Or so she thought. Turned out she was only single
That night her eyes narrowed with a soft smile. The couple barely paid her any mind, lost in their love, but she couldn’t care less.
She was on her way to meet her own.
Sure, she had to sneak around the back and hid it from most people, but it was there. Waiting for her, in that dim lit hallway near the walk-in freezer.
That location wasn’t exactly sexy, but romance wasn’t dead. As long as you were there, she’d meet you anywhere.
Holding her excuse against her chest—a stack of meaningless papers—she slipped into the restaurant, her presence a well-practiced secret.
A small smile played on your lips as she approached. It was an oddly intimate invite, the lighting casting soft shadows that seemed to close you off from the rest of the world.
"Hey," she greeted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey," you replied, stepping closer. "Everything alright?"
She nodded, handing you the stack of papers. "Just wanted to go over these changes with you before tomorrow."
A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you looked down at the printed ink. “‘March ‘22 Menu Items’? Seriously?” You looked up to find her eyes, meeting the faint blush on her cheeks.
“It was all I had around...” She said, allowing herself to pout a little at your amusement.
“I guess it’ll do,” you shrugged off, deciding to let her off the hook this time. “To what do I owe this honor then if not for actual work?”
Momo grinned. Real talk, finally. “There’s this place a few blocks away I wanted to check out.” Her hands wiped the jet black uniform on your shoulders, adjusting the wrinkles from the day. “Benchmarking. I could use your help.”
You hummed, “That new Japanese place that opened a couple weeks ago?”
“That one,” she nodded, pursing her lips. It was adorable, the way she tried to keep it professional. She was doing a great job. An adorably great job. “What do you say?”
“I say that’s a great idea. Can’t let an opportunity to get inspired slip my hands, right?”
It took everything in her not to kiss you. That smile of yours, the way you looked at her… This was the only downside of keeping you a secret.
She settled on a smile, and you were more than fine with it. Seeing her struggle not to lean in was enough of a satisfying sight for now.
“I knew I could count on you.”
You stood there, wrapping up the conversation with soft laughter and shared smiles. These were also a rare moment of peace amidst your hectic schedules, and you made sure to savor it.
It wasn’t unusual for you to prolong them, carrying your talks into a much more personal territory. Nothing crazy nor risky, only a couple questions about each other’s day. The information was probably not worth risking getting caught, especially if you could get it in the privacy and comfort of her living room an hour later; but alas.
Falling love is anything but rational.
“How did you like your lunch?” You asked, eager to get her feedback on that new twist you’d added to her favorite.
And as she told you all about her thoughts, Mingyu and Ryujin were making their way through the kitchen, finishing up their tasks for the night.
As they passed the hallway, they heard the soft murmur of voices.
Curiosity piqued, Ryujin nudged Mingyu, and they both peered around the corner, their eyes widening at the sight before them.
You two were standing close. Too close. Heads bowed together, whispering. There was an unmistakable tenderness in the way you looked at each other, something that spoke volumes no matter how hushed your voices were.
"Are they...?" Ryujin trailed off, her voice barely audible.
Mingyu grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like it."
They watched for a moment longer, seeing Momo lightly touch your arm, her fingers lingering just a bit too long for it to be casual. The way you leaned into that touch confirmed it all.
Ryujin pulled back, a grin spreading across her face. "I knew it. I knew there was something going on. Pay up.”
Mingyu chuckled quietly. "Wallet’s in my locker. I’ll give them to you later.”
Ryujin narrowed his eyes on him. “Right. Twenty dollars,” her finger reminded, and he laughed.
��Twenty dollars.” He nodded, glancing back to the hallway. “Guess we should keep this to ourselves, though, huh? Let them have their secret for a bit longer."
Ryujin nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but it’s going to be fun watching them try to hide it."
Their eyes met once more, the same idea popping in both their minds.
“Twenty more on the table, how long do they keep this up for?” Mingyu said, holding out his hand.
Ryujin only looked down at his palm, thinking. “Let’s talk.”
They shared a quiet smirk before quietly retreating, leaving the two of you completely unaware and oblivious that your secret was no longer as well-kept as you thought.
“You parked outside?” You asked, already knowing the answer. She confirmed it with a slight nod. “See you there in thirty?”
She nodded once more and you finally parted ways. Momo headed back to her car to wait for you while you returned to the kitchen. You both carried the warmth of your connection, but unlike her, you had to cool it before joining Ryujin and Mingyu.
The two of them greeted you with innocent smiles. You didn’t like it.
“What?”
“Nothing, chef.” Ryujin’s expression was nonchalant. Stacking plates like you’d asked her to moments ago.
Only odd thing was the twinkle in her eyes when she glanced at Mingyu.
“Just wrapping things up.” Mingyu added, wiping down a counter.
You narrowed your eyes slightly, sensing the unspoken words between them. “Okay… Right, well let’s make sure everything is spotless.”
“Are you okay?”
The poor sushi on your plate was grateful for the break. Momo’s voice had halted your train of thoughts, during which you kept pushing your food around.
Glancing up at Momo, you found her eyes already on you, her chopsticks paused mid-air. She tried to ignore it, but the lack of conversation on your end was kind of ruining this date night.
You knew it. You felt it. That’s why you hesitated to tell her about what circled your mind. Your suspicions about Ryujin and Mingyu’s odd behavior lately.
You weren’t blind nor deaf. Neither were you stupid. You could put two and two together, regardless of the result pleasing you or not. They definitely were on to you.
You didn’t want to worry Momo, but you knew keeping it to yourself would only make you nervous. More prone to errors and slip-ups.
So you sighed, “Yeah, I’m fine,” trying to sound casual. “Just… I think Mingyu and Ryujin might have figured us out.”
Momo’s eyes widened slightly, her chopsticks lowering slowly. “What makes you think that?”
“They’re acting a bit… weird lately,” you explained, fiddling with your napkin. “You know how they are—playful and stuff, but… I don’t know, tonight they were just too… odd. And there was this look that they shared too.”
Momo’s brows furrowed. A little too loose of proofs but, she didn’t want to dismiss them just yet. “Do you think they’d tell anyone?”
You thought about it for a bit, but it was useless. The answer was obvious. “No,” you sighed, leaning back against the chair. “I don’t think so. They’re good people, just very nosy. Knowing them, they’ll probably just have their fun watching us.”
Momo smiled, somewhat reassured by your words. She allowed herself to relax, picking up the sushi she’d given up on earlier. “Well, I guess we’ll have to be more careful.”
You chuckled softly, the tension easing away. “Really? I thought you’d stop your little visits.”
Momo giggled, shaking her head no. “Never. I mean, it was annoying at first, but it’s actually kind of exciting. The sneaking around, the secrets…”
Her gaze held a sense of mischief you recognized from your moments behind closed doors. The ones at her place or yours, where you didn’t have to hide from her world. The memories made you smile, along with the sight of them through her eyes.
“I can’t say I’m not enjoying it.” You smiled, grabbing your glass to cheer with her.
She clinked her glass against yours, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “To keeping secrets.”
“And to not getting caught,” you grinned.
“Do you think they’ll bet on us?”
You glanced at Momo, and the sight of her in your t-shirt made her question vanish from your mind for a hot second. The way it fell on her shoulders, baggy and reaching slightly too high on her thighs, revealing just enough of the cute shorts underneath to make your heart skip a beat.
The evening was calm, a nice close to the night. You’d walked into Momo’s apartment right as midnight turned to one. The late hour enveloped you in it’s peace and quiet, offering you a moment to cherish.
“Y/n?”
“Hm?”
“If you want to stare at least do it subtly.”
Blood heated up your cheeks in no time, and you focused back on the toothbrush in your hands to hide your embarrassment. “Sorry, you just look… really good.”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “Nice save.”
You watched from the corner of your eye as she raised a foot to the sink she was sitting on top of, hugging her knee to her chest. The movement was casual, yet it highlighted her grace and the intimacy that had grown between you two.
You cleared your throat, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “Anyway, yeah probably. It wouldn’t surprise me.”
“What do you say we give them a run for their money then.”
You raised an eyebrow, the toothpaste foaming at your lips now. “What do you mean?”
Momo grinned, a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Just… subtle things. Little moments that keep them guessing.”
You laughed softly, the idea sounding both thrilling and amusing. “Oh, I didn’t know you were bad like that,” you teased, making her to roll her eyes. “But I’m all for it. Go on, what do you have in mind?”
She tilted her head thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving yours. “Maybe… a secret smile here, a lingering touch there. Just enough to make them question everything.”
She demonstrated by brushing her fingers lightly against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. Her touch lingered just a moment longer than necessary, her eyes locking with yours.
“Yeah,” you finally answered. Your voice was a little higher than usual, strained, betraying the sudden lack of oxygen from her touch. “It could be fun.”
Momo chuckled, clearly amused and loving to see you lose your composure like that for her. It was familiar, taking her back to when you both spent all your time getting on each other’s nerves in the kitchen. The memory held a weird sense of nostalgia now.
You finished brushing your teeth and rinsed your mouth, still smiling at her earlier proposal. Momo hopped off the sink, her bare feet making a soft thud on the bathroom floor.
Her arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. “Ready for bed?” she asked, her voice soft, a bit tired.
You nodded and leaned in for a kiss. She hesitated for a moment, making you chase it just to tease you, but ultimately gave in, granting you that small peck you’d grown addicted to as days went by.
Her giggles resonated when your lips trailed to her neck, contrasting with the quiet and shy compliments that followed. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, though the word did nothing to tame the affection in her voice.
You loved these moments—seeing Momo so relaxed and happy, away from the pressures of work. If only you could go back in time, tell yourself everything you’d learn to like about her… Just to see your own face. It’d be worth the round-trip.
That smile she gave you, the look back at you as she guided you to her bed, was just one of many.
Your steps were light, carrying, hurrying you to meet her as you walked along the glass bay separating her office from the rest of the open space.
The sight of her in there made you smile. She was wearing a black suit, glasses perched on her nose, her name badge hanging around her neck. She looked focused, all serious and professional like she loved to present herself. Funny how that side of her made your heart race for entirely different reasons now.
It was one of those rare afternoons when you had some time to visit her at the headquarters. Usually in between your lunch and dinner shifts. The office was quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning breaking the silence. You didn’t bother to knock, and Momo looked up from her work just as you entered, a warm smile spreading across her face.
"Hey, you," she greeted softly.
"Hey," you replied, closing the door behind you. "Busy day?"
"Always," she sighed, but there was no real complaint in her tone. She loved her work, and it showed.
You walked over to her, unable to resist the urge to touch her. Your fingers brushed against hers as you leaned on her desk, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She looked up at you through her glasses, her eyes sparkling with affection.
Two months, yet you still weren’t getting used to it.
"Got something for you," you grinned, reaching into you bag.
Momo's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?"
You pulled out a takeout box that she recognized from the kitchen and opened it, revealing a beautifully crafted marshmallow-based treat. It was a delicate arrangement of marshmallows squares, dipped in chocolate and adorned with tiny edible flowers. "Just a little something sweet to keep you going."
Her face lit up, a small gasp escaping her lips as if you didn’t bring her food multiple times a week. And yes, you also melted at her reaction like you didn’t witness it just as much. "These look amazing! Thank you." She took one and popped it into her mouth, her eyes closing in bliss as she savored the taste. "They're delicious."
You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm glad you like them."
Momo placed the container on her desk, right next to her monitor. "They'll be my little rewards. Thank you.”
You leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "You’re very much welcome."
Just as you were about to pull back, there was a knock on the door. It opened before either of you could say anything, and her assistant stepped in.
"Oh, sorry to interrupt," She said, clearly not expecting to find you there. Though she did question those expectations after realizing just how often she’d caught you hanging here.
Momo quickly composed herself, adjusting her glasses. "It's fine. What do you need?"
As her assistant explained the situation, you stepped back, giving her space to handle it. But you couldn't help but notice the subtle smile that played on her lips whenever she glanced your way.
The subtle gesture took you back to her scheming a couple weeks ago. She never put her plan in action. Not that you expected her to—you knew it was just fun and games. It didn’t keep people from talking though… With spring and summer coming up, her (non-secretive) visits to the kitchen were getting more frequent. Lots of actual business planning ahead of the most profitable season, done in broad daylight but behind the office closet door.
You could understand how it could be seen. Their speculations weren’t exactly baseless either; you weren’t strictly talking business in there... So as long as they remained gossip, the whispers didn’t bother you. But after Mingyu walked in on you a few days ago, you could tell this whole situation was starting to bother Momo.
The sound of the glass door closing pulled you out of your thoughts. Her assistant had finally left, and Momo turned back to you, her smile widening. "Where were we?"
You grinned, watching her pull on the string to close the blinds. The newfound privacy prompted you to lean in closer. "Right about here," you said, brushing your lips against hers.
Her kisses were still so hesitant. Soft, like she was stuck in your early days. When those lips of yours were all but a reminder, a blend of how sharp and hostile your words had been with her. As if she’d cut her own on the remnants of your journey up to this point.
Yet she’d steal yours often. More as time went on, being brave for the both of you. Allowing her doubts to grow into a blossoming connection, pulling you into a need, a craving for it she prayed wasn’t one sided.
She considered you a weakness. But as long as you consider her yours, she'll be fine with it.
The warmth of her breath mingled with yours, her taste a sweet blend of the marshmallow treat and something that was uniquely hers… She pulled away first, you gave her no choice.
Your breath was a little uneven, and she could see the same awe in your eyes that she felt in her heart. “I can’t believe I used to hate your guts,” she chuckled to herself.
“Wasn’t that long ago. Things could change again.” You joked, earning yourself a playful push.
“Let me go back to work.”
“But I’m here, it’s break time,” you pointed out, walking after her as she made her way back to her chair.
“That’s an entirely self-proclaimed thing. I never agreed to that.” She gave you a mock glare, but the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement.
“Why not? You’re the boss.”
“I am. That’s why I need to finish this,” she said, settling back into her chair, her focus returning to the papers on her desk.
You dropped into the armchair across from her desk and sighed dramatically. “Fine. I’ll wait.”
And so you did, you watched her as she worked, the way her fingers moved over the keyboard, the slight furrow of her brow when she concentrated. It was mesmerizing, seeing her in her element, so competent and strong.
Every once in a while, you couldn’t resist the urge to poke fun at her, tossing a paper ball you made out of boredom her way.
She sighed, picking it up and tossing it back at you without even looking up. “You’re such a child.”
You only shrugged, grabbing the ball from the ground, “Sure, but when are you gonna be done?”
She glanced up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Soon.”
You sighed once more, and after a few more minutes of quiet, your mind drifted back to your earlier thoughts. About the whispers in the kitchen hallways.
Your eyes found Momo again, focused on whatever was on her monitor. She seemed preoccupied. This probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up, but it slipped your lips before you could even think to hold it back.
“You know, there’s rumors spreading back in the kitchen.”
Momo looked up from her report, all worries on her features fading to leave room for curiosity. “What kind of rumors?”
“You know, the kind that involves us,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “People are starting to notice how often you come by.”
She frowned slightly, considering your words. “I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. I never really did that before you.”
“Yeah, but it’s not just that,” you continued. “Some people are starting to think there’s more to it.”
Momo tensed up, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Right. Then let’s have our meetings in my office from now on.”
You raised an eyebrow. Kind of a drastic move, even coming from her. “Wouldn’t that be more suspicious if you stopped coming in all of a sudden?”
She sighed, clearly frustrated. “I just don’t want people talking.”
“Why are you so worried about it?” you asked, genuinely curious.
Her reaction was a little odd. Very different from the one she had at the restaurant, when you told her about Ryujin and Mingyu. You had a feeling she was serious about hiding from the kitchen, despite her passing off her worries as nothing more than jokes.
At first you thought it had to do with the industry. About the word going around fast or something along those lines. Thinking it had to do with her family, you agreed to her wishes. You thought it was a good thing too, and it would allow you to explore this whole thing in peace.
But if that was the case, you wouldn’t be visiting her office so often then, would you? The word would spread faster in corporate than in the kitchens.
It’s been a few weeks since you realized that, and her intentions were still as blurry. Her actions made little sense to you as days went by, but you knew best than to question them. You’d seen enough of that with the banquet.
But now, seeing her so visibly agitated… You didn’t like it. Her worries obviously ran deeper than just industry gossip. You could see the way her shoulders tensed, the worry etched into her expression. She wasn’t just concerned about the whispers
She was scared of them.
You took a deep breath, deciding to press gently. “Momo, is this really about the industry? Or something else? Because I can’t help if I don’t understand what’s really bothering you.”
Momo looked away, her fingers playing nervously with the edge of her blazer. “It’s not just the industry or my family,” she admitted softly. “It’s about you.”
“Me?”
She nodded, meeting your eyes again. “I don’t want them to think you only got the job because you’re sleeping with the boss. I don’t want anyone to undermine what you’ve achieved because of me.”
The weight of her words settled between you, heavy and uncomfortable. You hadn’t realized the extent of her concern, how much she was trying to shield you. Hell you hadn’t even realized she even was shielding you. “Momo, that’s—”
“I know it’s not true,” she interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. “But people can be cruel. They can twist things, make assumptions. They can act on those and… I just don’t want you to face that.”
You felt a pang of emotion at her vulnerability, at how much she was willing to protect you even at the cost of her own comfort. You reached out, taking her hand in yours. “Thank you for looking out for me. But we can’t live our lives based on what people might say or do. At this rate we’d have to hide forever.
“But what if they—”
“They won’t,” you interrupted gently. “And if they do, I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about me.”
Momo scoffed and rolled her eyes, a hint of the stubborn chef she was trying to hire just months ago resurfacing. She recognized that same defiance, that same determination. It was oddly reassuring.
“Besides,” you added, a mischievous glint in your eye, “even if they think all that, they would just sound stupid.”
Momo furrowed her eyebrows at your words. “What do you mean?”
“We never slept together,” you grinned.
Her confusion melted into amusement, and she cracked a smile despite the slight annoyance at your comment. “You’re right. I guess that’s one thing they can’t twist.”
You both shared a quiet laugh, the tension easing from the room. Momo’s grip on your hand tightened.
“You know,” you continued softly, “we can’t let them control how we live our lives. We’ve worked too hard to be where we are.”
She nodded, her eyes softening. “You’re right. It’s just… difficult sometimes.”
“I know,” you whispered, pulling her closer. “But we’ll figure it out. One step at a time.”
Momo took a deep breath. “Alright then. Let’s be careful, but not scared.”
“Exactly,” you said, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “No more sneaking around.”
You couldn’t blame her for being cautious. The industry was as small of a world, as it could be vicious. You’ve seen it on your own account. She was right, but unrealistic. Hiding your relationship forever wasn’t an option. You had to find a balance, a way to be together without giving people the ammo to hurt you.
The next day, you maintained a professional demeanor when Momo came by the restaurant. She was all for letting the stolen glances and subtle touches free, but you could tell it cost her.
She kept catching Ryujin and Mingyu glancing over at the two of you. They were definitely betting on you, and it took everything in her not to scold them into focusing on their work.
It was a Friday afternoon, and the kitchen was bustling with activity in preparation for the evening shift. You’d usually be running that kitchen like the marines, but Momo had requisitioned you for the next hour. So you stood at an empty corner of a counter, papers spread out before you, discussing the finer points of the upcoming summer menus.
You’d noticed her glancing around every so often, visibly nervous about this new setting. So you decided to bring her focus back on you.
“I think you might need to yell at me or something soon.”
Momo furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden change of subject. “What? Why?”
“I don’t know, they’re looking at us weird. Whispers might spread,” you teased.
She wanted to whine so badly. She also hesitated to actually yell at you, but instead, she settled on playing into your dumb teasing and saved her annoyance for later. Maybe she could give you the silent treatment or make you walk to her place instead of picking you up. Right now there were more important matters.
“I mean, I could, but…” She trailed off, looking over a dish you’d sketched out. “Would it work?”
You shrugged, “Don’t know until you try.”
She paused and stared at you. “But I thought we didn’t care about people talking anymore. If you miss me yelling at you, just say that.”
You stayed silent and shrugged, fiddling with your fingers. Neither denying nor confirming the claims.
Her jaw dropped, and she couldn’t hold herself back on shoving you. She deemed it necessary.
“So it did turn you on, you freak.”
“I never said that! Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I wouldn’t have to if your intentions were clear.”
“My only intentions here are to cook and make you the best in the business.”
“I already am.” She said, handing you a pen. “Sign here; it’s the menus for the first half of the summer. You reviewed them, right?”
You nodded, taking the small stack. You went through it one more time, and it picked at Momo’s patience. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure there’s no surprise marriage clause hidden somewhere.” You smirked, eyeing her reaction above the stack of paper. “You never know with you business families.”
“You wish. Just sign it,” she sighed, desperately trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips.
“Wait, I just want to see something. There’s a dish I thought about last night. Might be able to take it up a notch.”
“How?”
You spiraled into an explanation, your words as animated as your hands. Momo listened intently, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she chimed in with her ideas.
“…and I think if we add a hint of yuzu, it’ll give it that perfect summer twist,” she suggested, her hands gesturing with that circle she always did. Regardless of what she was talking about, it was a circle. It made you smile.
You nodded, smiling at her passion. “Sounds good. I can try and get my contacts working at the market for some fresh ones.”
“But do you think it would pair well with the main courses?” Momo asked, her eyes focused on the menu.
You nodded, your attention equally split between the menu and the kitchen staff. “I think so. The flavors should complement each other nicely. But we should probably do a taste test first, just to be sure.”
Momo smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at you. “Do what you need to. I trust you.”
Time passed by, and the dinner shift approached. The staff around you visibly picked up the pace, and you had to get back to them soon so Momo gathered her things as she prepared to leave.
She let you walk her to the door separating the kitchen from the dining hall, your hand hovering over the small of her back. Your eyes lingered down on her as your conversation wrapped up on the hushed part of the business.
“Don’t forget to text me on the feedback from tonight’s service,” Momo said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
“I will,” you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. “Drive safe, alright?”
Without thinking, Momo leaned in and planted a quick kiss on your cheek, a reflex she’d picked up from your mornings together. The gesture was so natural and familiar that she didn’t realize what she’d done until she pulled back and saw the stunned expressions around the kitchen.
The kitchen fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned to you both, and the sudden stillness was almost deafening. Momo’s eyes widened in realization as she pulled back, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
You were stunned too. Only you managed to keep your composure at least. You had to. Momo was already too far past the point of even trying to.
“Uhm, thanks,” you muttered, trying to play it off. You glanced around the kitchen, noting the shocked expressions on your staff’s faces.
Among them you noticed Ryujin and Mingyu, catching the triumphant look they exchanged.
Mingyu mouthed, “told you,” to Ryujin, who could barely contain her laughter.
Clearing your throat, you clapped your hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, let’s get back to work. We have a service to run.”
The staff quickly resumed their tasks, though the air was thick with unspoken questions and barely contained amusement. You and Momo continued your conversation as if nothing had happened, but the blush on her cheeks and the subtle smirk on your lips told a different story.
As the kitchen buzzed back to life, Ryujin slid up to Mingyu, her voice low. “Guess you won the bet.”
Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, but I didn’t think it would happen like that. This is going to be interesting.”
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nutsuya · 6 months ago
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♡ Free! Boys as Frat Boys ⨾
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ft. natsuya, sousuke, seijuroo, kisumi, rin, makoto
w. frat au, kinda toxic?, jealousy, possessiveness, pda, implied exhibitionism, and a little ooc :3
a/n. I’m on a little break at work and I suddenly had a thought about the himbo love of my life natsu but I threw in the others as well.
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꒰ Natsuya Kirishima ꒱
his shoulders will be your mount at every single party. competitive guy that he is, he always makes sure you guys are unbeatable — chicken fights especially, and everyone knows he’s a beast once he gets in the pool. he’s very proud that you’re able to hold your own. everyone in the frat house knows you’re off-limits! he even made a ‘special’ announcement at the frat house the day you said yes to him.
꒰ Sousuke Yamazaki ꒱
100% that guy who will come up to you when you’re talking to another guy and he’ll ask “is this guy bothering you?” tall, tan, lean drink of water that he is, of course every guy that comes up to you stops dead in their tracks. he wants to gatekeep you even though you had rejected his advances once or twice, only because he always seems to be surrounded by a flock of girls even though he doesn’t really seem interested. but he kinda grows on you the more he cockblocks every guy trying to hit on you. and who knows? maybe the only reason why you’re entertaining guys is just so he could do his little demo of how much he can make college boys scram with just his voice.
other girls would ask him to pay attention to them instead of you but he won’t budge. the man is persistent. “sorry girls, my eyes are only for ___.”
꒰ Seijuroo Mikoshiba ꒱
he’s a little lowkey about your relationship so when a junior hits on you, not knowing you’re with sei, the poor guy is definitely given a rough time by his seniors. seijuroo mostly just laughs it off and everyone thinks he’s just being old typical masochistic sei, who likes to torture his juniors, but he seriously hates it when a guy doesn’t know his place.
꒰ Kisumi Shigino ꒱
he’s sure of himself and he’s very secure. he doesn’t seem like he gets in a lot of trouble even though he’s constantly surrounded by hotheads*. lots of other guys would flirt with you, including some of his friends, and he does not feel threatened at all. he’d even go through some of the weird dms you get and you’d both get a laugh out of the stupidest things guys would send you.
his go-to explanation when asked why he doesn’t really do anything about it is “well, can’t help that ___’s gorgeous.”
꒰ Rin Matsuoka ꒱
*the hothead.
he gets into trouble for sure. he just gets so angry and over-protective of you. that’s why he makes sure that everybody knows who you belong to - both of you often found all over each other in parties, tongues sticking into each other’s throats, without a care in the world who’s watching, and no one dares to even breathe in your direction.
꒰ Makoto Tachibana ꒱
the guy you least expect would be in a frat. what started out as a friendly date turned into a series of hookups until both of you finally committed. you initially thought all these ‘meetings’ he frequented were of the academic sort since he’s always at the top of his game. it wasn’t a secret per se, he just didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with it. when he finally broke the news, you had so many questions: “have you ever gotten beat up?”, “have you ever beaten up someone?”, “what was your initiation like?”, “don’t tell me! are you one of those guys who ran across the track field naked with nothing a paper bag on their head?! one of those guys are super meaty and tall, you obviously fit the description!” - which he found really cute of you.
“who knows?” he simply hums.
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coldbronzemoon · 2 years ago
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Danny Fenton, Totally Mortal Hero Consultant (DPxDC)
Snippet for an AU I'll probably never fully write where Danny takes a job as a consultant for the Justice League to help with ghost and demon bullshit. It's a pretty good cash flow to help him with college, after all, and very flexible hours.
He just claims all his knowledge comes from his parents. Unfortunately, the JL has caught word of the elusive yet active hero Phantom, and want Danny to help them meet and assess him. Whoops.
Over the phone, Tucker sighed. “Good Christ, Danny, why do you keep doing this?”
“I’m not doing anything,” Danny said immediately. He winced at the vague sound of screaming below. Demons sucked. “I didn’t know the JL thing was gonna have me finding Phantom. How would I? They were talking about tracking down powerful ghosts, I was assuming Ancients!”
Tucker sighed again, which was really quite unfair of him. “Mhm. Well, Fenton Catcher?”
“Probably not. They know me pretty well at this point, and unlike what Sam says I can be professional. I’d confuse them with the… uh…”
“Stoner shtick?”
There was more screaming happening, but judging from the pitch it was a demon screaming this time. Danny checked the situation. Yep, demon getting their ass kicked. He didn’t need to get involved with a blaster. Yet.
Instead, he scowled at his phone. “Stop calling it that.”
“You’re gonna tell me flanny Danny wasn’t a pitch-perfect stoner, huh? With the chill vibing and the dopey look?”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, bud.” 
The sound of a clacking keyboard that had underlined their conversation stopped. “But seriously, Danny, what the hell are you gonna do with this?”
“Uh, lie, probably,” Danny said, because it was very likely.
“Alright, smartass, what are you going to do when that lie backfires on you like literally every other one does?”
“That’s when I start gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing, babe.”
He had a hard time hearing Tucker’s distant groan of “Why am I still your friend?” on account of the sudden explosion. Danny checked again. Hm. Demon dude had a nasty fire thing going on.
Danny switched on his Fenton water gun—holy water included!-- and shot the demon in the face. They let out a cracking hiss of rage, but dropped the fire spell thing. He waited for them to stop looking around wildly for the culprit for a moment. 
He went back to the call. “‘Cause you loooove me, Tuck. From the bottom of your twice-dead heart.”
“Unfortunately,” Tucker deadpanned.
Danny just cackled. It was lost amongst the sound of supernatural bullshit below.
“Anyway, I’m still figuring out my plan A, honestly. Might bring in gray-man?”
“Amorpho’s an asshole, though. He’ll ruin the whole thing by taking the opportunity to shift into a JL member for a bit.”
Hm. True.
“Yeah, but he’s the main guy I know with that power set.”
“Ask after Desiree?” He could hear the immediate distaste in Tucker’s voice. “Ugh, pretend I didn’t say that. That’s worse than Amorpho.”
“It’s awful,” Danny agreed easily. 
Desiree was actually pretty alright nowadays, mostly on account of Danny remembering the last couple minutes of Aladdin and wishing she could refuse wishes she didn’t want to grant. That had made her happy enough to stop actively picking fights. 
Unfortunately, spending the entirety of one’s afterlife twisting the wording of wishes to their worst form made it hard to stop being an asshole. Who knew! So getting Desiree to split him in two for like a week had a 50/50 chance of fucking up his work relationship with the literal league of superheroes irrevocably. And this was his main cash flow right now.
So, no Desiree, no siree.
“Come up with something better then, asshole.”
Danny hummed and, since the heroes below were focused on the demon, lifted up a little and did a thoughtful back flip. What to do, what to do…?
Oh!
“My cousin!” he exclaimed.
“What cous—? Oh, Ellie.”
“Yeah, Ellie, Tuck. Which other cousins do I have?”
Tucker scoffed. “You literally have that whole Nightingale thing going on through your dad?”
Danny couldn’t help the face he made. The remaining Nightingales were worse than his parents somehow. “The Nightingales don’t count.”
“You can’t just say they don’t count.”
“I can say that, actually, and I will. They’re, like, cousins through my great-great-great-grandpa anyway.”
“Isn’t there a fight going on over there? Should you be shooting someone?”
 “Yeah, probably.”
He peaked down through the window once more. The heroes must have gotten the first demon to leave while he was talking, because the horned demon fighting them now was a truly unfortunate shade of yellow-green instead of purple. Or maybe it had transformed for some reason? They had it about as in-hand as the other one, though, so Danny definitely didn’t need to go down there. He shot the maybe-new demon in the face real quick.
“Anyway, Ellie can totally help out, she’s been practicing with changing up her looks. She’s also more, uh, malleable than me, what with her situation and all. Looking fully like Phantom shouldn’t be hard.”
Tucker hummed. “She’d try to embarrass you though.”
“Yeah, that’s a problem.” Danny spun in place. “I could bribe her?”
“With what? Her life doesn’t involve needing much cash.”
“She doesn’t get out to the Zone very much. Not many of the inhabited places, anyway. I can promise her the weird apple things Dora’s been growing with Sam’s help, she loved those.”
“If you think that’ll work…” Tucker trailed off dubiously.
Danny laughed. “She’s annoying sometimes, but she’s not gonna fuck over my job if I ask her not to. I’ll just bribe her extra hard for resisting the temptation to mock me.”
“Fair enough.” The clacking of keys resumed. “I’ve really gotta pay attention now, someone’s trying to stop me from getting into this database. Someone half-decent, actually, did they upgrade? Hm. Make sure no one died, yeah?”
“They’re alive. Bye, Tuck,” Danny said, and ended the call.
He shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket and made his way down the stairs. The fight outside he had been stationed for was basically over—Captain Marvel and Green Lantern (Danny was pretty sure he had accidentally learned the dude’s actual name at some point, but hell if he could remember)—had pulled out the magic restraints one of the other consultants had handed out.
That had probably been Constantine. Ugh. Constantine. Dude could stand to lighten up a little; skulking and smoking all the time wasn’t the base state of someone enjoyable to be around. Then again, Danny knew he annoyed the shit out of some of the league with his own attitude, so he maybe shouldn’t talk. But at least he was annoying with a smile!
Case in point: Danny grinned at the heroes. “Got it handled?”
“Suppose so,” said the Green Lantern, “though a little more help would have been nice.”
Captain Marvel was too busy getting in a minor tussle with the demon to say anything either way.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m like, pretty mortal,” Danny said. “I’m not fucking with demons right where they can hit me. And I did shoot him!”
Green Lantern rolled his eyes, but admitted the point. Danny cheerfully flipped him off anyway.
“I’ll be heading out, then, the hellmouth this guy crawled out of is like three miles away.” Captain Marvel said, hauling the handcuffed demon over his shoulders like a very angry backpack.
“Oh, one more for the road!” 
Danny hit the demon with a final water gun shot. Hissing and scrunching their face like a cat, the demon tried to lunge at him. It wasn’t very successful. Weirdly non-verbal for a demon, who usually had to talk to make deals and steal mortal souls, but Danny wouldn’t judge. Might be a minor demon. A really basic imp? Who knew.
“Stop being a little bitch and you won’t get spray-bottled, asshole,” Danny chided.
With a loud laugh, Captain Marvel sped away.
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