#desksides

[queencryo]

hey idk if any of my followers know this info, but if you do: is it worth it to get a real hardware lab for ccna labbing? I know that its not really *required* what with packet tracer / GNS3, but i was thinking 1: it'd probably be good to work with real devices at SOME point 2: i know it sounds good in interviews if you have a home lab,

[the-fab-fox]

Could you possibly do a Drabble with Idia x Reader with the cute pocky game you had going on?

@ Anonymous,

Thank you for the request. Literally no one has been requesting any so I was super excited to get yours. And it's Idia which tickles me. Lol.

I hope you enjoy and sorry about the wait. A lot of stuff came up. (I have gotten a lot more requests since the initial drafting of this. Also, I'll be making a collection of these on AO3 so if you'd like me to gift the fic to you, please drop your AO3 in the notes.)

Original Post

Without further ado—

Idia x f!Reader

[ One-Shot under the cut. ]

Idia was legit not surprised with how the game the Ramshackle Prefect introduced to them all had spread like wildfire throughout the campus.

They were teenagers, after all. Meat suits with raging hormones and maybe a couple handfuls of brain cells shared between the whole of the student body. And several of those brain cells were held in vice-like grips by specific singular students, making the overall pool of available brain cells even smaller for the rest of them.

The Ignihyde Housewarden was just glad that no one with half a brain would ever consider inviting him to play.

As if I'd want to? A game designed for normies who just want an excuse to suck face? No thanks! I'm good. He rolled his eyes. Tch, it's so cringe it hurts.

At least, that's what he continued to tell himself. If he didn't really buy his own words... well, that was his business and no one else's.

The problem wasn't the game itself, he supposed… if he really stopped to think about it. But he didn't want to think about it.

Ugh. Hope some new cringe fad comes out ASAP! This really triggers my rage.

He sighed as he watched his game load bar slowly inch toward completion. Because, of freaking course, the server would be hella saturated today of all days.

Groaning, he CTRL + ALT + DEL’ed out of the game rather than wait for it to load before exiting out.

This thing’s got me not even wanting to play my games. FML! This is the WORST!

He got up and jerkily opened his deskside food cabinet. Pulling out a random noodle cup, he slammed it onto his desk. Luckily, it wasn't hard enough to crush it. Much.

It was still functional, in any case, so whatever.

Smoothing out the cup as well as he could, he opened it and added some hot water from his electric kettle. Setting the lid over it once more, he idly played with the little ingredient packet as he grabbed a spoon from the little plastic drawer set on his desk.

Why can't these idiots think about anything, but making out and shit?

In reality, Idia knew why.

He was one of the idiots, after all. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone. In fact, he tried his very best to ignore it completely.

Admitting that he wanted to make out with someone would mean he'd have to think about the very person he wanted to make out with.

That person?

The one who had set this whole mess into motion.

“Meh,” he muttered, glancing at the little digital numbers at the bottom left hand side of his desktop screen. Meh, meh, meh.

After a few more minutes, Idia couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the top off the noodle cup and tossed it aside, giving it no mind to where it drifted. Ripping open the packet, he poured the ingredients in and used the spoon to stir them. Some of the broth spilled with how aggressively he stirred, which only further fueled his ire.

Damn it. Damn it all to Tartarus.

He began to eat, ignoring the slight crunch to the noodles as well as he could. He had just finished up his impromptu meal, downing both a small energy drink as well as half a bottle of water, when a sound rose in the air that he hadn't expected.

Knocking.

Glaring at his door, he was about to yell at whoever was on the other side to just leave him alone to his misery when he realized that there were only two people who would knock on his door.

The other Ignihyde students would never. If they needed to get ahold of him for any reason, they knew well they would need to contact him via technological means. Ortho-chan would just come right in. None of his peers outside the dorm would come to see him. He had no friends after all. Not really.

Well… maybe…

No. Especially not her. Like yeah, okay. She was like really sweet, and nice, and actually seemed interested in what he had to say when he went full fanboy and otaku mode, but that was just her being nice. Nothing more.

And yet, she was one of the two people who would be on the other side of that door.

The other was Crowley, but considering the fact that he was Crowley, the man would more likely just summon him to his office rather than pay a visit to his dorm.

Which meant it could only be the Ramshackle Prefect.

As if proving him right, another knock came upon the door, followed by the annoyingly cute sound of his crush’s voice.

“Idia? I know you're in there. Can I come in?”

What kind of event did I trigger? Idia sighed heavily. He hated this.

Somewhere along the line, Idia had come to realize that when it came to the otherworlder, he had a very hard—if not impossible—time denying her anything.

He brought his hands up to his face, letting out as quiet and muffled a groan as possible before pulling his hands away once more. Taking a shaky breath, he stood and crossed the space between his desk and the door.

The third year wondered if he should just ignore her. After all, if he didn't answer, she would have to leave at some point right?

“Idia Shroud!”

“Eep!”

“I'm not leaving until you let me in, mister!”

Idia tried and failed not to smile.

He could just picture her. Standing on the other side of the door, hands on her hips, glaring cutely at the door like some romance anime heroine.

For the love of STYX, why was she so freaking cute?

And why was she so determined to see him?

It made no sense.

Except that she likes and cares about you, another voice said. His mind, and the rest of him, silenced the thought as quickly as it came.

His face became a grimace and he decided that now was the time to get this visit over with, so that he could get back to his raging pity party.

Whatever she wanted couldn't take that long, right?

Just rip the bandaid and be done with it.

Spite forced his hand in the end. He unlocked and pulled the door open, his face still a deep scathing frown. The moment his eyes met those deep, warm brown eyes—however—he felt his demeanor and posture go shy.

“Ah, h-hey…” he said by way of greeting, with the smallest smile on his face. Then he remembered he was supposed to be annoyed, and tried to force the grimace once more. He wasn't sure if he managed, but the moment he took in the rest of her, he had to keep himself from laughing.

If he had to hazard a guess, he imagined he looked a lot more like the nauseous emoji rather than a scathing one.

The reason for his sudden urge to laugh was that the Ramshackle Prefect was, no cap, standing with a wide, determined stance with her closed fists on her hips as she looked up at him.

That made him feel off-kilter for a moment. He kept forgetting how short she was compared to him. She could still no doubt kick his ass TKO style, because who couldn't, if he was honest—but she was just so… fun sized and cute.

He longed to hug and cuddle her. He wanted to hold hands with her. Wanted to whisper soft couple things into her hair as he embraced her from behind. He wanted to keep her safe, since she didn't have any magic of her own. And to support her in whatever she wanted to do because, damn, this was a young lady who was going places. He wanted to beg her not to leave if a way was ever found, because who would he talk to then? (Other than Muscle Red, of course. But even then, this was different.)

“There! That's better isn't it? We can definitely talk better this way.”

Idia felt himself start to nod and smile along with her, before shaking his head and frowning.

“What do you want?”

Her brows rose and slowly she began to frown. Then her brows knit together and her stance became even more stern than before.

“You won't talk to me like that, Idia! No, sir. We're friends, remember? Besides, I brought you a gift. Doncha wanna know what it is?”

Idia felt his conviction slip.

A gift? For him? Had he really triggered some kind of event?

He frowned.

If it had been anyone else, he would have thought it was a trap. The problem was, it wasn't anybody else.

It was the girl of his dreams.

“Why?” He heard himself ask. He frowned, but he wasn't sure if it was at the situation itself or himself. “Why would you get me a gift?”

The Prefect sighed, now crossing her arms. Idia called himself several kinds of idiot.

That stance is never a good one in anime and manga.

Now he'd likely ruined everything, and she was going to leave, and he'd be in an even worse funk than before.

“I already told you, Idia. We're friends. Sometimes friends give each other gifts. And I care about you. Gift giving is a great way to support the people you care about.” She then grinned. “Or just chock it up to the fact that I wanna. Okay? Now—” She fell silent and only continued when Idia looked up, into her unfairly gentle and pretty eyes. “Can I please come in?”

Idia said nothing. He just scoffed under his breath and moved aside, ignoring the rush of affection he felt as she quickly moved into his room. That quickly turned to dread as he suddenly realized how much of a pig sty his room truly was.

Shit, shit, shit.

She didn't seem to notice, however. In fact, she didn't even seem to look around. She just turned back to him and the moment he closed the door, she moved in closer and closer.

Was she about to go plot twist villain on him? Well, he supposed there were worse ways to go than being murdered by a ridiculously beautiful girl in a school girl uniform.

“W-What are you—”

She stopped in front of him and rummaged in her book bag before pulling out a rectangular, shiny yellow box. He frowned.

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he already knew what it was from the sight glimpse.

A box of Pocky.

A box of banana-flavored Pocky.

His favorite.

“What are you—”

She said nothing, only smirking as she opened the box, then the unopened package inside. Pulling one out, she held it up as she held his gaze.

“I'm guessing you've heard about the game?” She asked, though it wasn't really a question. She knew he knew it well. “Wanna play it with me, Idia?”

There was something new there. A sort of hint of something. A variation.

He would never vocalize his guess, but if he wasn't mistaken, it sounded a lot like flirting.

“M-me?”

She groaned and threw up both hands, the Pocky rising with the one that held it.

“You're not as dumb as you like to think, Idia—about people, I mean.”

She held his gaze firmly. He just continued to stare dumbly at the shorter girl. Slowly, it dawned on her that he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about.

“Okaaay… so you don't get it.” She sighed. “Fine. I'll tell you. In a way that even you won't be able to find a single way to deny it.”

Idia just blinked.

“I like you, Idia. A lot. And I want to be more than friends. But you're also really skittish. I only introduced the game in the hopes that I'd be able to play it with you, and the kiss would tell you the rest.”

Idia just stared. And stared some more.

She sighed, moved in closer, and held up the Pocky.

He took it without thinking.

“If me being your girlfriend is something you are on board with, play the game with me…”

Idia didn't think he had ever put anything into his mouth as fast as he did the Pocky.

There it was, just the tip of the flavored part of the cookie stick held between his lips. It was worth it, though. The Prefect smiled so brightly, a light tinge of pink coloring her cheeks.

“So you do like me!”

He sighed. Here it came.

Time for the ridicule to commence in 3, 2, 1—

“I'm glad.”

That's what I thought you'd say, because duh—wait what?

“You're… glad? Why?” It wasn’t easy to talk with a piece of pocky being held by his lips, but through luck or maybe he had a high enough stat, he managed.

She sighed. This time, however, it sounded fond.

“If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.” She then beamed and Idia felt himself mirroring her without his consent. “But I'll give you a hint.”

She then closed the remaining space between them, took the other end of the Pocky in her mouth, and quickly nibbled through it until she'd reached his end.

Idia was pretty sure he short circuited for a moment. He blinked rapidly until he was finally able to register what was happening.

The Ramshackle Prefect had kissed him. Was kissing him.

Their lips were still touching.

He swallowed the bit of banana Pocky in his mouth and closed his eyes tight. He'd never kissed anyone before, except his mom and his figurines and—though he would take it to his grave—a couple of his character and idol body pillows when he was feeling particularly needy.

Still, he let instinct take over and did his best to match her actions.

Pulling away, he opened his eyes to meet her gaze.

“I knew you liked me back. Thank you for finally telling me.”

Idia blushed. He felt his throat trying to work, but all that came out was something like squealing—but less cute and more strangled.

Apparently, the Ramshackle Prefect had no trouble finding it endearing, if the fond smile on her face was any indication. Then a conspiratorial grin slipped onto her face.

“So what do you think about the game from my world?”

Idia had liked it. He was pretty sure she knew it too. She just wanted to hear him say it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to do that just yet. Instead, he let some of his hair fall forward to obscure his face as he brought his index fingers together, tapping them against each other a few times.

“I don't… um… not really sure.” He cleared his throat, trying to speak up, but mumbling worse instead. “Maybe we should try it again… a few times… just to get a good sample size…”

The smile that radiated off her face in that moment took Idia to a whole other realm. His room no longer felt so gloomy and depressing. It looked brighter somehow.

His attention was immediately snapped back to the short Prefect, who still stood very close. He blushed as he realized how close, before reminding himself that they'd just kissed, which had been a hell of a lot closer. That only caused him to blush more deeply as the realization sunk in.

She had kissed him.

Him!

And he had, technically, kissed back.

His face felt like it was radiating heat.

She giggled and pulled out another Pocky stick, putting the cookie tip in her mouth. She then raised her brows and grinned.

A clear invitation.

It was one of the only invitations Idia had gotten for anything (outside of gaming) that he immediately RSVP’d on.

As they kissed, Idia felt his muscles loosen and his body warm. At some point, long after the cookie was gone, petite arms wrapped around his neck as his hands awkwardly settled upon her waist. He had successfully passed the surprise event and achieved the Best Ending.

Maybe I can convince her we'll need to go through the whole box, just to be absolutely sure I like the game.

He smiled into the kiss at the thought.

[mumblelard]

the moment too long or the missing crate

her deskside pallet rests on a crate borrowed from her cousin which her cousin has borrowed back. now her pallet rests on the floor and she has thoughts

and also happy big pot of pinto beans tuesday imaginary constructs

[eris-snow]

Calendar

Tags: bakugou x gn!reader, angst, anniversary, break up

Today's my parents' anniversary, and I completely forgot about it.

You glance up with tired eyes at the clock in your agency. 11pm, it read.

Paperwork is one of the things you hate most about hero work, but it was essential if you wanted to stay afloat with the happenings of the world. Even though it was tedious and a bore.

Sighing, you glance at your phone with exasperation, glaring at the never-ending notifications that clutter your phone only to haphazardly tap one in hopes to clear the list.

"How many people need me these days-?" You grumble, before cutting yourself short. The notification you'd clicked on sent you straight to your calendar, where two, simple words ink your screen in bolded letters.

Our Anniversary.

You stare at the words, blinking in disbelief. How did you forget this out of all things?

Hastily, you swipe to your settings, fingers nimble and quick as you start to delete those words...

Only to pause for a second, fingers hovering over the display. A tear splatters on the device's screen.

It's been a year.

A year since you broke up with him.

It takes you back, and you can remember it as clear as day.

You were used to him standing you up on normal days, and you tried to convince yourself him standing you up that day was okay too.

It didn’t matter how long you had to wait. He’ll come. Surely, right?

After all, today was a day to celebrate the both of you, the day you got together, the day held hands and kissed under the stars the day you both graduated from U.A. You cleared out your entire schedule because this day was important, and you knew Katsuki would do the same in a heartbeat.

He was always like that for significant dates. He’d circle it on that deskside calendar that sat on his work table, marking all the dates he cared about as if he were checking boxes on a grocery list.

You hastily glanced away when you feel the burning gazes of another couple, trying to stay optimistic. He'll come. He always does.

It was only when hours later, after uncountable missed calls and unread messages, that makes your heart go stone cold. The manager told you that they were wrapping up for the night, and you were politely ushered out of the restaurant with an empty stomach and a broken heart.

You were crushed.

Your phone rang, long and loud, making you bite back a shaky breath and your unshed tears as you held it up to your ear. "Hello?" You croaked, not even bothering to hide the hurt in your voice.

"Fuck, shit...Sunshine-"

Katsuki.

"Stop," You rasped, sharpening your words. "I'm going home."

"Let me pick you up, I'm almost there." He plead, desperation seeping out of his voice. It was a mistake, you could tell. Everything in his voice screams a frantic desire to piece back what little time you have left of today, do something last-minute, make-shift...

But you just don't want to do it anymore.

You watch with dull, blank eyes as he pulls up in front of you in that posh, expensive car he'd gotten months ago, and you're so tired you just get in the car and slam the door with more force than necessary.

Crimson red eyes flickered to you. "Sunshine, I-"

"Don't call me that." You shut Bakugou up with your harsh, icy words, staring distantly out the window. "Take me home."

Bakugou bit his tongue and swallowed back his anger. He knows better than to argue with you.

-

You broke up with him in the car at the bottom of your modest, rented-out apartment. The words still sometimes swarm your mind, bits and scrapes surfacing every once in a while.

"Y/n, we can still salvage this-"

"I waited for you, Katsuki." Your voice breaks a little when you say that. "I waited as long as I could. The management had to kick me out."

Bakugou winced. God, you sounded so broken. "Sunshine, I'm sorry okay? Dammit, there was a meeting to catch this villain and-"

"What about me?" Your voice cracked, the emotion of the sorrow eating at you inside out finally pooling out of your strong front. "What about us, Katsuki? Does your job matter that much more than this relationship? Is that what you were thinking whenever you stood me up?"

Part of you was telling you to stop, that if you kept going, everything would derail off the tracks to uncharted territory. But the words just kept coming. You were so hurt at the time, that all those times you felt you could sweep problems that bothered you under the carpet gushing back in the form of word vomit.

"Of course I care about our relationship!" Bakugou fired back, eyes cast with a flicker of fury. Your throat goes dry. "That's not what I asked, Katsuki."

The fire in his eyes diminished. He opened his mouth to say something again, something to salvage this fight...but nothing came out. "Y/n, I love you," He breathed, grabbing your shoulders as he gazes unwaveringly into your eyes.

There's no doubt about it. He does, but...he wants to be a hero even more.

That realisation almost consumed you a whole, right there and then, and it was enough to finally break in those words.

"Let's break up."

Bakugou's heart plunged thirty feet under.

"No-" His mouth fell open in incredulity, voice choppy and thick. "Y/n, I swear, you're acting on instinct now, please," He leaned over his seat pressing a firm, passionate kiss on your lips. He's trying to convey everything via his actions, his love and his genuine care for you through his beautiful lips on yours.

Why did this have to happen for him to realise this?

When he pulled away, Bakugou's gorgeous eyes bore into yours with hope for another chance, hope for a clean slate...

You almost cave.

Instead, you snatched your purse and opened the car door, stilling when you feel his arm jerking you back.

You pulled it away.

"Goodbye, Katsuki." You whispered, eyes pearling with tears. "Y/n, wait please-"

You slammed the door shut, and fled upstairs.

--

You wipe the tear that falls on your screen, covering your mouth as you force yourself out of your relapse. At the speed of light, you delete the event from your calendar.

In your heart, you know that Bakugou is destined for far greater things. He can't be held back by you, or your relationship. He must be happier now, probably forgot all about you.

"Like hell I'd forget about you," Bakugou groans, slumping on his table just like you, miles away from where you've sat. He glares daggers at the calendar on his table, where today's date is circled in bright, eye-catching red. He slumps further down in his seat.

"I wish you never left."

Accidentally pressed this and now I can't get rid of it. I'm open to feedback! :) Have a good day ahead everyone

[superfurytamago]

BLEACH x Nissin (China) Collab CM

Last week on Deskside, Kubo mentioned how hilarious this Nissin China collab CM was, so I went to dig for it. He's right; it's so silly and fun! This is for the China-exclusive Hé Wèi Dào (transliterated as Aimido in Japanese) cup noodles series. I can't help but giggle when I imagine the voice actors recording these "extra lines" after the actual episode recording. Hope you'll enjoy the subtitles I quickly whipped up!

[reikorun]

Omg Kubo's dog is so cute! I would die for him!! What kind of dog is it? I heard Kubo used his own dog as the model for Osushi?

Pomeranian, Kubo posts about her regularly in his Deskside comments, lol. Yes, Uni is the original model.

[jpitha]

Hello hello! :D Happy STS! First and foremost, just wanted to drop a quick explanation because you mentioned it: STS is short for Storyteller Saturday, a writeblr event in which we send each other questions about our writing. I think the traditional version is that we ask each other specifically about our processes, but people tend to ask about whatever they'd like, haha. That said! :D The question I've been sending around: If your main characters were sucked into our world, The Devil Is a Part-Timer-style (i.e., dropped into our world without the resources/status they had in theirs, transformed into basically human with no powers, and the only thing they've got are the clothes on their back and their memories), how well would they fare? What would they do to survive, who's failing at adapting and how, and most importantly, who is working at McDonald's?

Sure, let's do this. I'll stick with the characters (mostly) from my current posted story, Just a Little Further: Melody was able to roll with the punches and immediately got a job through a contracting company and temps as a Deskside Support person on a 6 month contract at a law firm. She has discovered Coffee YouTube and is trying to convince Ava and Raaden to let her spend $2k on a vintage espresso machine.

Melody knows more than anyone else on the Support team but isn't lording it over people. She's bored and spend time when she's not doing tickets watching Youtube. She likes restoration YouTube and watches weird European Men restore antiques.

Ava followed Melody into the contract economy, but doesn't know enough about computers to get a similar job She knows people better though, so she works in bizdev. It's 100% remote and Melody is a n n o y e d she makes so much more.

Ava takes about 2 hours a day to do actual work and spends the rest of the time pestering Melody and reading r/outoftheloop. She also loves Cooking Youtube and makes terrible meals every night.

When Raaden arrived she just rolled her eyes when she saw our world and got a job as a mall cop. She has made so many 14 year olds of all genders scared and horny.

She'll never admit it, but she thinks it's cute that Ava is trying so hard to cook, but she and Melody use Grubhub for dinner after Ava goes to sleep because it's so bad.

[kygerbearr]

they got my ass in the glovebox of your mothers vehicle hiding from your father when he discovers my super mario condom in the deskside wastebin

[darksouls2yuri]

honestly wondering if i should even get shrimp again. like for the 20gal. or if whenever we swap bedrooms and make this room an office i should get a 5gal and make a deskside shrimp only tank

[blubberymuses]

"⌨️ + Junko" Since you sent me one for Kirigiri...

Where's my phone?

Nearest 24/7 fast food stores near me

Unhealthiest food combinations

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Hottest USSBBWs models alive that aren't Junko Enoshima

...

She had her actual phone on her at the time of that latest search, she just wants to see where Kyoko wandered off too considering she's not by her deskside! Her Monokumas having shoved a disposable phone deep inside the detective's belly button while she was experiencing a food coma for the purposes of tracking her dearly loathed.

...

Hopefully those cute as a button bears had set the phone's vibrations to either entirely silent or as intense as possible, it's not like Kirigiri-san can reach in there too turn it off after all ♡~

[omoulo]

deskside cabinet

[nightmarefuele]

@nancewheelr —

❝A demo-whatnow?❞ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ's face screws up all funny. It's unclear whether he's in complete control of this; marionette on puppet strings. ❝If yer gonna insult a guy, shouldn't he know what it is yer comparing him to? Mmm?❞

Swinging his calves over this wooden deskside. The one that's got 𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓎 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 written all over it. (Not literally — she's just got one paper placecard, and it's not even all that large.)

❝Ain't that, like, jour-nal-is-m one-oh-one?❞

[totallyshattered]

I am headed into hour 7 of straight meetings.

Where is my deskside fuck pet to get me through this?

HELP!!!

[wimmington]

just found out a fairly new coworker is apparently citing me as the reason why she doesn't want to come into the office. we've literally never spoken in real life and she always eats the things i bake so i thought we were chill? something tells me it's because she doesn't like that i use the women's restroom based on the way she looked at me when i was washing my hands one time, but i could just be assuming things based on her being significantly older and cisgender. i have a meeting to discuss on wednesday apparently so i guess i'll know more then. if they tell me to stop using that bathroom, i am tempted to threaten a deskside chamberpot

[superfurytamago]

We went all out to goof around for the OP in hopes of cushioning the agony of the story ahead. We hope you'll have a good laugh and enjoy it! I designed the clothes!

Deskside 2023.07.08

[jobkash]

IT Internship - Summer 2025

Overview:East Penn will have several IT Internships this summer. These opportunities will be in the following areas: Cybersecurity Support Services (Deskside/Service Desk) Programming Services Responsibilities: Full-time student, majoring in Information Technology or related degree. Full-time 40 hours per week during the summer (May-August), flexible schedule, and hourly pay. Work is…