#please make real friends who you talk to offline!!!

[stardustloki]

ghfskjdskdf this is an oversimplified crack idea but sure tell me you haven't read the books and have only listened to people's poor-reading-comprehension takes without telling me you haven't read the books sdjkfhsjkh mate you have issues if you're going onto people's posts and being a dick. it's fiction, even if you hate something you should get over yourself and focus on things you do like. sure you'll enjoy life a lot more if you do!

actually real talk here, just before hitting reblog on the above paragraph I went to your blog to see if you are the person who is notorious for going round and being really unkind to people on their posts, and lo and behold you are. I mean this in the nicest possible way, but please get offline, do stuff that you enjoy, interact with people who are kind, and grow and be a better human being. then come back here, make friends with people who agree with you and just ignore the takes you disagree with, because you aren't making fandom a better place at the moment, and you won't make any good friends in fandom the way you're going

The war would be over very quickly in a republic commando/Coruscant guard crossover because the second he heard about the corries being mistreated by Palpatine, Ordo would have just straight up killed the chancellor with Jusik as his getaway driver. The next thing a very confused Fox knows is that he and his men have all been adopted by a very angry mando called Skirata. He doesn't know what happened but his evil boss is dead and he can now get more than 3 hours sleep a night so he's cool with it.

[kuroananosanji]

I think a quick way to screen One Piece moots is if they view zosan as enemies to lovers

[h0ney-dames]

Putting all the drama because someone just couldn’t let it die

All names have been blurred bar mine and the offenders, if you know anyone involved in this please keep them anonymous :)

This you ghosting me for a week because I stated my boundaries?

This you trying to turn me against people I trust? This you trying to “totally not force me” to change my opinion of my friends?

This you victim-blaming me in an SVR? A svr that I brought up my issue with the owner at the TIME of the incident and not months after and when no action was taken I elected to avoid and ignore you? This you after I felt uncomfortable so I told someone I trusted the information? This you? (Btw it should be “going behind someone's back” not “gone behind someone's back” Telling people I TRUST that you were being WERID IN MY DM’s, isn't going behind your back it's setting a boundary. If you tell me something no matter how hard I've promised I won't tell you that promise is null and void when it starts to affect me offline.)

This you asking to roleplay NSFW and make nsfw head canons with my OCs even tho I stated I was a minor? And you were also a minor? Who.. hmm… snuck their way into an NSFW channel, and flirted with people older who were uncomfortable? You knew I was a minor and you still decided NSFW was ok?

This you struggling to understand the term “I can't”? This not only happened once but on multiple occasions. You also oh I don't know, spammed me about 4 times a day when I stopped responding to you. I used to put myself on invisible any time you would DM me because I couldn't stand the thought of texting you without feeling the need to vomit!

This you claiming these are your highest kins after I changed my name to Damien and you proceeded to start going by Lasky (more openly? I'm unsure if you already went by that but you had never put it in any of your names till I started going by Damien, I didn't say it at the time but this made me uncomfortable. I'm aware I should have said something sooner.)

This you??

This you denying that gay has become an umbrella term? Don't worry babe you can still be gay! Just because it's an umbrella term doesn't mean it's not a sexuality! You know that right? This isn't the 1920s 🥰🤩

I was willing to not make a call-out post the first time but if you're willing to “bring a situation to light” then I'm willing to show the other corner.

I tried to handle this respectfully and with the dignity that you couldn't uphold. I will not let you drag me through the dirt without educating people on what you have done so that no one else has to cause themself mental stress. You haven't just upset me but others.

You broke boundaries that were put in place to keep others safe and only talked to people you believe would have benefited you or that you could somehow manipulate and blame others/your mental health is not a valid reason to be a fucking prick.

And if the person in the post sees this, one, is good! Two, take your issues up with me. I had my time, and I said my bit when it happened, you do not have a right to go pull up old drama to get people banned after YOU made them uncomfortable, not only did I have to change my boundaries because of people like you I also had to change how I trust people because YOU abused that trust

For anyone wondering where you can find this lovely LOVELY individual

This you?

Ps sweetheart your not 18, your 16-17 at most, 🥰😘

it's not a call out without their users now is it?

I apologise that this isn't my normal post, I was willing to not do a call-out the first time this happened, but it seems only reasonable if they are going to drag my name down :) Hope this helps you all avoid this creature

Happy Halloween everyone remember to lock up all your monsters real tight or they will start spreading bullshit :)

[bittersuitejacobs]

• an unhealthy obsession • Nate Jacobs •

two. the slate cleaned

Summary: In which Ophelia spends the first day of school realising that she is both far more noticeable, and completely unrecognisable to friends and peers alike.

Warnings: obsessive behaviours & stalking.

A/N: 2422 words. this continues to be self indulgent and possibly messy, also just as a warning, but Ophelia is not necessarily a good person, the warnings for this chapter are about her. please let me know what you think!! :)

{ masterpost }

THE TAGLIST IS ALWAYS OPEN ! (just message or comment to be added)

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So it continues with the pleated skirts and knee high socks and arms full of books and an air of sweetness.

They share several classes this semester - have for years, actually - but if anyone were to ask Nate, he would claim he'd never seen her before that semester started. Ophelia sits at the front of class now, tight sweater and hair in half-up pigtails, but quiet. The aesthetic change had little effect on her academics; she was a good student when she didn't care how she looked, she's still a good student now that she does. Except now she keeps her books in her arms, and backpack that was only really useful as an accessory, rather than in the large thing that had always clung to her before, which had always favoured function over form. The only real change would be her willingness to participate in class, eager to steal the class's attention and get them to notice her, notice the change.

Now, she smiles shyly when others talked to her, and her laugh is one she pretends she hasn't been practicing over summer; pretty, musical, dainty.

Befriending Jules, and by extension Rue, wasn't at all part of the plan, but it was a pleasant side effect. It had been a long time since she'd had a proper friend offline. Now she had two.

Jules is in her first class of the year; art. Initially she doesn't quite recognise Ophelia - something about the hair and the makeup and the shirt at the party seemed so different, she'd said - but lights up once Ophelia jogs her memory. When she asks about the bandage on Jules' arm, the blonde rolls her eyes, tells her about how some drunk asshole threatened her while Ophelia was in the bathroom, so she'd grabbed a knife and threatened him right back before making a spectacle of herself and practically fleeing.

"Rue patched me up, though," she giggled with a faint flush; Ophelia knows what the early stages of a crush looks like, and there's something endearing seeing it on Jules' face now.

Ophelia knows about Rue in kind of a nebulous way, which is the same way Ophelia knows about most people in her year. Bookish and desperate to keep her name out of people's mouths when she'd finally gotten to public school in junior high, and for the past two years of high school, she kept mostly to herself, and satisfied her need for a social life online. Even as she grew restless with that, started attending parties, started taking note of the people around her, she put the effort in to making sure they barely noticed her. These people she'd been in close proximity to were still arguably strangers to her.

But that was changing, and she was glad for it.

At lunch, Jules invites Ophelia along to join her and Rue. A proper meeting with someone she'd run into around school for several years, and sat silently beside at a handful of parties; all of which Rue was too high at to ever event notice her presence at all, which worked just fine for Ophelia at the time.

As if proving this point, Rue asks who she is when Jules waves her over, which only confuses the blonde.

"Lia, I told you I invited her to sit with us."

Rue squints up at Ophelia, who happens to know exactly how Rue looks across her various stages of being high, and knows she's seeing it again now.

"Are you new too?" Is the first thing she asks Ophelia, who's sliding onto the bench on Jules' other side. Ophelia shakes her head, Rue hums for a moment, "I kind of recognise you..."

"We used to share study periods on Thursdays," Ophelia prompts, not that she's sure Rue remembers. It's not as if they actually studied together; Ophelia studied, Rue... was there.

"Didn't you used to be a dirtbag?" Rue tips her head to the side, scrutinising Ophelia now. Ophelia, despite knowing that someone may notice, may make the connection and have questions, was still caught off guard.

"Dress like one? Sure," Ophelia shifted a little awkwardly, avoiding looking at Jules and her confused, silently questioning glance.

"Cool," Rue says nonchalantly after a beat, only adding to confirm her name; "Lia?" And Ophelia gave her a sunny smile, nodding.

The only things Ophelia can fit in her backpack are her lunch and her phone. Today, lunch meant two apples she'd bought that morning from the grocery on her way to school. It used to include a packet of chips, of a sleeve of Oreos, always something she could buy on her way, but forfeited them for the sake of her optics of her new look.

"Is that all you're having?" Jules seems concerned.

"I'll eat more when I get home," Ophelia assured. Food was an... uncomfortable situation for her; she always preferred eating at home nowadays. Jules doesn't exactly seem placated, but she leaves well enough alone.

The pep rally at lunch is enough to steal her focus, all of their focuses, actually. Its... a lot. Rue and Jules are caught up in their adjustment at how over the top it is, but Ophelia guides her gaze with intent. The coach and his enthusiasm. Maddie and the cheerleaders. The football team riling their peers up. Nate Jacobs, their captain.

For a moment, as his eyes roam the cafeteria, watching the sea of chaos as it ebbs and flows with the excited shouts of his teammates, his gaze catches on her. There's not even a flicker of recognition in his eyes before he's looking past her, to Jules and Rue, frowning. Ophelia pointedly turns her face, turns her eyes to the cheerleaders, to watch what she felt like she was supposed to, rather than to be caught staring at someone she wasn't.

She'd already been attending football games for most of the last semester, part of her pattern of observation, but she'd always kept close to the back of the stands, out of sight, out of mind. Starting this Friday, she'd make herself far more seen at events.

After lunch, and saying goodbye to Rue and Jules, Ophelia walks into her algebra class and takes the front row seat closest to the window. Others filter in behind her, and Ophelia watches them all with the most mild of interest, appearing to zone out more than anything else. Nate is one of the last ones in, with another footballer behind him, and Ophelia let's her gaze drift away so she doesn't look like she's staring. His gaze slides her her with a casual kind of disinterest, and Ophelia realises very suddenly that he has absolutely no recollection of who she is.

Good. A real fresh start.

Still that day afternoon she still takes the long way home out of habit, music in her ears as she follows the suburban streets. Nate's truck is outside his house when she stops past on her habitual detour; she wonders if he'd already dropped Maddie home, or if they were both here. Of course she could check; the backyard bordering on the Jacobs' residence was owned by a young, busy couple who both worked late, a side gate that was easy to scale, and a front door camera that was easy to avoid. But it didn't feel like something worth bothering with today, so she simply lingered a few houses away as she lit herself a cigarette, and continued the final half hour home.

Considering her change in style, she wondered if she could still keep up the routine she'd developed. Walking past his house wasn't the issue; even if he did see her, it's not like he knows where she lives, or that she's going out of her way for him. It was more that she'd taken to sitting under the bleachers after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, smoking and sketching and pretending like she wasn't watching football practice. With the new persona she'd created for herself, it would seem out of character if she was seen skulking around behind the bleachers.

Beneath the bleachers was another place Ophelia used to see Rue, though she never stayed as long as Ophelia did. It's not as though they hung out; Ophelia kept to the side, trying to remain as unnoticed as possible, and she has a feeling she often succeeded -

"Ophelia? Lia?" While pondering her plans for that Tuesday afternoon, a voice brings her out of her thoughts during her study period, and Ophelia looks up to see Lexi Howard giving her a confused smile. Immediately, Ophelia beams; she's always been rather fond of Lexi, at least since she'd started high school. A year below Ophelia, but with an air of someone much wiser than anyone have her credit for, it wasn't long before they were friends. Lexi wasn't some vague, nebulous figure in Ophelia's life the way the rest of the school was, she was probably the only person Ophelia genuinely considered to be a good friend. Lexi laughed awkwardly, setting her bag down, "you... look different."

"New year, new me," Ophelia shrugged.

"Really new you," Lexi looked her over, still obviously trying to come to terms with Ophelia's new aesthetic, "I almost didn't recognise you; you look really good," she's quick to assure her. Ophelia ducks her gaze, laughing the compliment off as she asked her about her summer. Lexi seemed to relax at the question, thawing out as she chattered away about the break that had just passed. It hadn't been particularly eventful, apart from learning Rue had overdosed and spent the summer in rehab. Ophelia knew this; Lexi had called her the night she'd found out, and Ophelia had stayed on the call for hours in her hotel in Sweden, heart breaking for being too far away to give her friend proper support, or even a hug.

As much as Lexi had spent the summer worried about Rue, she still enjoyed the time away from school. Most of her time was spent either in her room, or with Cassie and her friends; they liked Lexi well enough, and Ophelia was at least glad she had people around her who were good to her.

They're catching each other up on the shows they'd been watching by the time the bell goes. When Lexi stands, she invites Ophelia over to her house.

"I need to know everything that happened in Sweden," she laughed, "I'm still not entirely convinced you didn't somehow get a concussion," she admits, "you still sound like you, but Lia, seriously, you look like a different person," at least she sounds fond, even if the confused concern is back in full force.

"I haven't got brain damage," Ophelia rolled her eyes, "I just wanted a change," she assured honestly. Lexi holds up her hands, placating, warmth still in her gaze as she lets it drop, insisting that she still wanted to hear about Ophelia's summer in Sweden.

"I'm staying back to do some drawing, work on my proportions and poses, but I'll come over after," it was a usual enough occurrence that Lexi nods, not asking any follow-up questions.

Which is how Ophelia finds herself walking back to Lexi's house with Cassie Howard after football practice. It wasn't on purpose; the cheerleaders also had practice on Tuesdays. From what she'd observed, the cheer team trained in the school's gym on Tuesdays and had the field on Wednesdays when it was free. Watching them on Wednesdays wasn't exactly a regular part of Ophelia's routine the way watching the footballers practice was, but she's no stranger to them. Maddie may not be the main focus of her observational habits, but that didn't mean there was no merit in trying to understand what Nate saw in her that meant he kept going back to her.

And the cheerleaders were talented athletes in their own right; more than a few pages in her art journals were dedicated to trying to capture their graceful, dynamic movements. The cheerleaders actually made far more interesting subjects in that respect.

More than once over the past year, Ophelia had considered trying out for the team. She could probably make it; months spent atrophying in a hospital bed at fourteen had lead to extensive physical therapy, and after years of feeling weak and sickly as a child meant it felt good to move her body like that. Exercise had become a big part of her routine in the last few years, not that anyone would suspect it just by looking at her. But she'd always eventually dismissed the idea. She was sure Nate liked that Maddie was a cheerleader, but she didn't think he liked her because she was one, and Ophelia didn't want to draw any unnecessary comparisons if she didn't have to. If he was going to want her, she didn't want it to be because she reminded him of Maddie.

"I feel like I know you from somewhere," Cassie's voice is surprisingly close behind Ophelia when they're a few blocks from the school, and Ophelia gives a start. It's not the first time they'd technically walked back to Cassie's house like this considering their routines, but it's the first time Cassie's spoken to her. Yes, Cassie does know her, but only as one of her little sister's weird friends.

"Yeah," Ophelia gives an awkward laugh, "we're in the same homeroom, Cassie."

"Oh," Cassie frowns, trotting a little quicker to fall into step beside Ophelia. She's still in her cheer uniform, obviously not having bothered to change after practice. It's a good look on her, "right," as she looks at Ophelia for a long moment, it starts to dawn on her, "wait, aren't you Lexi's friend? You're not in my grade, are you?" At least she's smiling, even if it's disbelieving.

"I've been in your grade since we started high school," but Ophelia let's herself smile as Cassie laughs.

"Shut up, no you're not!" She grins widely, "Lia?"

"I've been to your house many times, Cassie," Ophelia reminds her, and Cassie shakes her head.

"Not looking like this you haven't!" She insisted, "you used to be all emo, didn't you?"

"I'm trying something new."

"Clearly," Cassie looked her over, as if evaluating her, "you're like, really pretty, this is so weird," she finally decided on, meeting Ophelia's waiting gaze with a warm smile.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Ophelia laughed, and Cassie gestured broadly to her.

"Look at you!"

"I'm still me," Ophelia insisted with a sheepish smile, heart growing warm with the praise, finding herself genuinely enjoying the company on the walk, "I'm just more noticeable now."

[beezlebubs-art]

(DO NOT HARRAS THIS PERSON, JUST IGNORE THEM. ALSO GARTIC PHONE THING WASN'T THEM)

Piacere, space, whatever you go by, you said you wouldn't mention anyone from this, or at least that was what the deal was, I hope you were told about it. We'd not mention you, as long as you wouldn't mention us. But you did, so a new callout post with new points, people defending you don't really do a good job. TLDR: they blame everything on mental health, takes little fault for hurting people because of said mental issues, vents to people decently younger than them constantly, and they demand boundaries, but get extremely upset when anyone asks for them to do so for them.

NOTE I didn't directly see any of this, I'm doing this to defend my friends because, no offense, they are kinda letting themselves get walked all over. If anything is wrong please tell me. Do not harass anyone in this situation, no one deserves it.

First up a recap on the first situation with a new moral because talking to your friend made it more obvious what the issue was, you blaming mental health. My friends silver and JJ banned someone from wheezle's easel for in their mind being toxic, the other mods including piacere and their friends didn't feel the person was that bad, but instead of voicing that they went on a rant at how they were never listened to. Even when given an opportunity to unban the person piacere went on about not being listened to while actively ignoring their attempts at giving them an input. They caused my friends to have anxiety attacks and cry, yes they apologized, but only after saying my friends were horrible people. I don't know how you go from that to sorry in a few days and mean that apology. Proof under this, and another situation and perspectives of other people on them.

Now for the new situation i heard of, they were in my friend's server, velon's, and they'd do their constant venting. They were asked to not mention suicide so often and got really upset. More stuff must have happened because like, everyone there says how they would make them super stressed out with how often they'd beg for attention and do things like make sex jokes with people who were uncomfortable with it. Here's people's opinions on it and also i'd check out Typhoonclade's post on them here for more opinions.

Generally they'd vent everywhere around like 16-18 year olds as an almost 20 year old. they'd constantly cry about not getting attention while they got a lot of attention from at least half the active members in our server. And also a lot of weird sexual stuff that granted is hearsay to me but tbhI don't care anymore, there's no way two unrelated people have similar stories. Here's some other stuff of them being mean about people and attention seek-y I have.

Piacere, you won't read this tbh, but just get off the internet, its clear you can't handle it, and you hurt people, for everyone's good, please just get offline. I know real life sucks for you, you'd say it a lot man, but its not an excuse to hurt people who aren't doing anything to you. Just, idk what you should do, other than leave the wider internet.

[app-ifs]

⊳ DEMO (26.33K) ⊲

LASTEST UPDATE: 10/29/24 - INTERLUDE 1 + CHP 2

[bombeater2442Xx]: do u guys think god fears what he created

Ever since you were young you've always been obsessed with an online sandbox game called Woblox. You were a young child given a tablet and expected to keep yourself busy, and you did. Friends came and went, and now that you're in college, you've decided to give another shot at making friends online.

This friend group comes in the form of a Biscord group chat, but strangers online don't always bring the greatest results.

With each day passing, you have to try and balance both your online life and offline life, keep relationships steady, and your parents satisfied.

Nightmare Blunt Rotation is a comedy IF that focuses on online relationships and how your online life can effect your real life. Despite being a comedy, please keep in mind that there are serious topics within the work that will be listed in the story! A few warnings that are prominent throughout the story include: joking about suicide, telling others to die, religious trauma, inappropriate jokes/humor, substance abuse, depression, and escapism.

⊳ FEATURES ⊲

▢ Customize your online persona and offline persona. ▢ Text-fic styled interactions. ▢ Balancing your college and online life. ▢ Meet five ROs that you can pursue an either platonic or romantic relationship with. ▢ Not everything is online, you may also find people you're quite interested in offline!

⊳ ROs ⊲

CheriB00m (she/her): The owner of the group chat who's comfortable with herself and quite enthusiastic to get her friend a proper friend group. She's the classic happy-go-lucky type, but seems to go offline for long periods of time...

gUMShoeXx (she/her): A member of the group chat who's entire personality is just being silly. She prides herself in making others laugh and keeping the mood up! It is a bit concerning how she doesn't open up.

stxrdust3r (he/him): The longtime friend of CheriB00m. He acts as the voice of reason within the group and is quite blunt with his delivery as well. He doesn't hesitate to correct people, yet isn't that aware with how his bluntness may effect others.

xXLaced_Xx (he/him): A goofy guy with dark humor that was invited into the group chat by gUMShoeXx. He tends to have the "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you!" personality, overstepping boundaries only by a little. He swears he's trying to fix it!

Timblrwood09 (he/him): Another member of the group that seems a bit secretive, not sharing much about himself. Aside from that he's quite talkative and tries to see things from both sides of the story, although that may not always be the best choice.

[sorcerous-caress]

Hello! I’m the anon who talked about the modern au loser high elf a little while back and I’m back with an idea that hit me like a truck :) After the adorable pathetic loser and you establish a friendship (and start banging like a screen door in a hurricane), what if you start hinting at possibly making homemade porn videos with your best friend >:) Initially teasing him about his disgustingly huge xhuman porn collection, suggesting that if he struggles to find something that caters to his tastes then maybe the two of you could figure something out 👀… And maybe one day, after some creative camerawork, editing, and maybe some illusion charms to hide both your identities, he gets to post a homemade video to one of the dirty human kink forums he frequents of you bouncing that soft, squishy, sinful human body on his dick while he b e g s for you to let him cum in a mix of elvish and common ☺️ (Also may I be 🩵 anon? I know I’m gonna be back for more later 😁)

Screendoor in a hurricane indeed, gonna make the big bang look like a tea party.

We should probably give him a name eventually huh?

But fuck can you imagine it? This loser elf guy who frequents the kink forums and keeps sharing links and fantasies so much that he is definitely well known amongst the degenerates there.

One day, he just goes offline, maybe for a week or a month, and his online friends are asking about him.

And when he eventually comes back, his first post is a video of a cute human on his lap, his cock squeezed between your soft thighs with the camera only showing up to your chest.

He's leaking pre-cum just by being squeezed between your thighs, cock twitching and painfully hard. His hands squeezing your chest as he struggles not to thrust his hips forward and fuck your thighs.

The camera audio is picking up his quiet voice, shameful whispers in elvish as he begs you to let him fuck you. Pleading to allow his cock inside you and let him feel your hot wet walls clamming down around him. You coo at him as you rub your thighs together and the most pathetic moan leaves him, his fingers visibly shaking.

You're not even touching him, your hands are on the bed as you sit comfortably on his lap. He's been keeping you inside all day, orgasm after orgasm was coaxed out of you since sunrise until now.

This is payback for him being such a greedy pervert, for not being able to sit next to a human without his cock getting hard, and suddenly his fingers are pulling at the hems of your clothes and he's eyeing the space between your legs while licking his lips.

What's a better way than to teach him some discipline than edge him endlessly while on being recorded? So you can show all of the human kink losers he calls friends in the forum how much they can't truly handle a human in bed.

The second you post the video, it suddenly shots up to the top of the page. Comment after comment, hit after hit. People wonder if that's a real human, did a human actually find their forum?

But even the mods of the forum can't keep their braincells from slipping away while watching your video. Especially with how you keep pushing the elf until he crumbles, whining and crying for your human hole, talking about how he's willing to do anything just to make love to you again.

High elves really rarely use dirty words, yet the camera stand witness to all the perverted things you made him admit. Telling him to ask to fuck you, it's not make love.

The camera can't see the way his lips tremble as his pointy ears lower down slightly. He's using common this time as he asks to fuck you, please have mercy.

And you let him, giving him the permission.

He slips in you, his cum still inside you from earlier makes this easier. And fuck he's cumming already, just barely bottomed out as he's switching back to elvish and becoming a moaning mess while filling you with his cum.

But he still goes on, continues pumping and fucking into you through the overwhelming pleasure. It's like he's addicted to your body, the way his hands grip possessively at whatever they can hold, the way he keeps calling you these sweet titles in elvish that are normally only reserved for your spouce.

With the first video being such a massive hit, people are already overflowing his inbox with requests, even offering to pay for commissions.

Most of the focus is on you, they want to see the cute human ride dildos in shapes of various races. A dragonborn's massive one with rigges scales, a demon's shaped one with blunt spikes and a mean big head, an aasimar's one that curves just right to bully that sensitive spot inside you with the most beautiful colours.

People want to see the human take two or three at once, see you in a collar with a leash or on a throne with a leather whip. Some want you in frilly pink lingerie with your ass out, others prefer a classy red tight dress with your chest exposed.

A smaller group that's made of fellow elves, want to see you with your loser high elf boyfriend. Want to see him dress you up in traditional elvish clothes before ripping them off of you. Want him to teach you the most lewd words in elvish and make you repeat them while he fucks you.

Whenever you're busy or away and he can't bother you with his kisses or needy cock, he's browsing the forum and answering all the questions thrown his way.

Asking how the inside of a human felt, how much did he pay you to agree to sleep with him? What do you mean it was fully voluntary- so the rumours are true? Humans are whores?

Somehow, these questions are starting to irritate him.

A lot of them ask him if he's willing to share you, or if they can get your socials. He ends up blocking and reporting them, not even bringing them up to you.

Because...what if you leave him for one of them? What if you'd prefer a tiefling with cool horns or half-orc who could manhandle you with ease? He can't ruin the one thing in life that has made him happy- the single time fate smiled his way.

So he convinces you to let him take care of the online account, you can worry about the videos and making them, he will take care of everything else for you.

Also he still hasn't corrected anyone in the forum who call him your boyfriend, that title is making him happier more than it has any right to. So what if he didn't bring it up to you yet? He'd rather live in this fantasy where he is your boyfriend.

[kittycathat]

LGBTQIABCDEFJ is not real just stop. It's made up acronym that is rarely used outside of tumblr. Queer is not an identity its just an adjective. most intersex people explicitly state they do not consider themselves lgbt. Most lgbt people do not want to associate with aro and aces. And most lgbt in the real world living normal lives and not chronically online have little to no contact or knowledge of asexuals we literally dont care. Ur existence is so insignificant offline and if we ever met a self proclaimed aroace het cis man we would probably make sure we never had to associate with him again. Ur not gay just give it up and go live a normal life. Ur a single cis person. U either dont have the emotional capacity to love someone or u are sex repulsed and dont want to have a relationship with someone either way thats just normal and there are plenty of people like that we dont really care if u want to be alone all ur life just leave actual struggling gay people alone and shutup about ur stupid discourse no one cares except urselves.

That is true, the acronym is actually LGBTQIA (with variations,) not LGBTQIABCDEFJ. /sarc

but anyways hi anon! Theres a lot to unpack here

about "lgbtqia is rarely used outside of tumblr": that's the problem, bc we want it to be

about "its not an identity just an adjective": not quite sure what you're on, bc it literally is

about intersex people: this goes against what you just said, and supports that "queer" is an identity even more?? because these intersex people are choosing whether they identify as queer or not

about lgbtqia people not wanting to associate aro or ace people: bro if these are people you actually know irl, please find new friends. Find friends who actually support normal who are living their lives, just without romantic and/or sexual attraction.

about me being chronically online: anon.... i dont think you can talk after you typed out this whole thing as an attempt to make me feel bad... but ok. (also not very related but anonymous hate is a very very pathetic thing to do)

about asexuality being not well known: Also not sure what rock you live under but asexuality is pretty well known??? like the average person (at least where i live) will most likely know what it is.

about cishet aroace men: .. ok but why would i not want to associate with him? plus everyone lgbtqia is "self proclaimed" so idk bro

about not having "emotional capacity": bro what the hell do you want me to do,, i've literally never felt romantic attraction in my life

about "there are plenty of people like that": People might not want to be in romantic relationships for a number of reasons, but if it's because they don't feel romantic attraction... then they're aro-spec. Thank you for supporting the aro community by saying it's normal <333

about "we dont really care if u want to be alone all ur life": bro its the internet if you don't like what i'm talking about just SCROLL

about leaving "actual struggling gay people" alone: .. when did i do anything against gay people? Plus if you're trying to stop hate... why did you anonymously send a literal hate essay to me

about "ur not gay just live a normal life": omg you got something right!! i'm actually not gay!! (so proud of you <3) Also i do live a normal life, i am so basic you can't even imagine

about no one caring: well you see.. thats the problem. that's part of why i post about aromanticism, because i want people to be actually supportive

anyways! tysm for reading all that. please be civil in comments, and be kind to everyone guys <3

[lgbtsana]

OFF THE RECORD ; AHN YUJIN ONE-SHOT

you’ve been chatting with an online friend for about 2 years, you knew them as their alias ‘ahnz’, they never posted their face but you knew almost everything about them. but, did you really know what they were saying was true?

it’s been about two years since you turned to online friends instead of real life ones. the ones you made offline were just complete assholes. it was always when you needed your real life friends the most is when you realized how fake they were.

you’d call one of your friends, lim dahye, sobbing uncontrollably, begging for her to distract you from your parents fighting. yet, all you got on response from her, “sorry, who are you again?” while you heard giggles in the background. you had considered her a closest friend, but all you received was humiliation.

the closest friend you made throughout the two years online was ahnz. the only thing you knew about them was they were a year older than you and that they, or well she, was a girl.

you had given her a nickname “hannie” and you were happy to know that she thought the nickname was cute and that she liked it.

the more the two of you talked, the closer you two got. you felt like you could trust her, although, you hadn’t met her in person. she just seemed different, not like the other people you had trusted before.

there was one night that your parents started to fight when you received a text from ahnz, you had nicknamed her in your phone as ‘hannie’ since the app you used, let you.

she had sent you a link to a girl group performance, the thumbnail had a girl with short hair poking her cheek. “she’s so pretty, her makeup looks amazing...” you spoke in awe.

you stood up to grab your wired earbuds, since you couldn’t afford wireless ones, and watched the performance. it was a very useful distraction from the fighting going on.

hannie: y/n, check out this video :o [link]

y/n: omg, they’re amazing performers!!

y/n: wish i was that good lol

hannie: don’t say that! i’m sure you’re amazing at it :(

y/n: i see their group name is ive, how do you pronounce that? like i’ve?

hannie: i hear people pronouncing it ivy or i’ve, i guess it’s a matter of preference? idk though

hannie: which member caught your eye?

y/n: hmm, the one with the short hair with bangs. she had so much charisma and just looked fierce! she’s so pretty~

after you’d sent that message, you realized ahnz went quiet. so, while you waited for a response, you decided to watch some more videos of the group she had sent you.

———

the next day, during class, you received a call from hannie. your teacher, mrs. lee, gave a stern look towards you. “no phone calls during class, miss seo.”

you nodded before answering the call, “sorry, mrs. lee. it’s... an emergency.” your quick answer made her give you a nod, “go out in the hall then, y/n.”

“hannie, what’s going on?” your concerned tone rung in her ears, “y/n, are you able to... meet up...?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“what?”

“are you able to meet up with me?”

the question hung on a string. a string that was about to snap clean in half. you felt your heartbeat increase as you weren’t sure what to answer. sure, you’ve talked to her for two years, but you’ve only thought about meeting up once.

you weren’t sure if you were ready to meet her.

“y/n?” her voice entered your senses again, making you gasp softly.

“ah, sorry-” you barely let out a whisper as you apologize quietly. “y/n, if you’re able to meet up, please come to 4-5, samseong-ro 146-gil, gangnam-gu, seoul. it should be nearby you, yeah?” you hum giving her the confirmation she needed.

“see you then, hannie.”

you walked back into class and all eyes were on you, “so?” your teacher stares you down, waiting for some kind of response.

“what?”

your teacher huffs in annoyance, “what was so important?” your thoughts quickly scramble to make up an excuse, “ah- my grandmother passed away.” you give off a weak smile to keep your act straight as your teachers eyebrows narrow.

“i thought your grandmother passed last year?” it was true, but you had an excuse up your sleeve, “that was on my mother’s side, the recent one is on my father’s.”

mrs. lee quickly gave an apology, which you accepted. she didn’t know it was a lie after all.

———

after your classes came to an end, you found yourself in front of the building that hannie suggest you meet up in. but, it was starship entertainment? you weren’t sure why she’d ask to meet up here.

you shrugged before hitting an intercom, that looked very high-tec. you watched as it lit up and noticed a very small camera, recording your presence outside.

“come in,” a female voice is heard thru the intercom as the fancy doors opened to let you in.

“oh- t-thank you...?” you struggled to sound genuine as you were still, very confused. just why did hannie want to meet here?

you hesitantly entered the tall building and nervously looked around. you felt you stood out against the rest, but not in a good way.

you felt very underdressed, everyone else looked as if they were wearing designer clothes (they probably were), you didn’t feel like you fit in.

a taller figure was approaching you with a smile and it felt like time slowed down as you took in their physique. she was nearly 6-feet tall, her smile was very charming, alluring. her hair was on the shorter side, seemed to be a wolfcut. she has a leather jacket on, seemed to be in the middle of recording something, but you weren’t totally sure.

she looked exactly like the female from the fancan video hannie had sent you. just what was hannie playing at?

“hello, are you y/n?” the tall female looked at you with the same charming smile she approached with. with a slow nod, you gave her the confirmation she needed.

“i can’t believe we’re finally meeting each other! my name is ahn yujin,” she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “you know me as hannie~” the teasing tone of her voice made you jolt back, surprised that the female was actually hannie.

“h-hannie?” your voice was failing you. the sudden surprise of learning she’s your closest online friend was big, you could barely let out your voice.

she gave a simple nod before saying, “you can call me yujin now!”. she reached for your wrist, making your pull it back without thinking.

her eyebrows furrowed and yujin looked down at the ground, “ah, i’m sorry. this must be a shock..”

you nodded, “very shocking, i mean i was just watching a fancam of you a few days ago.”

yujin let out a giggle, “i wanted to know your thoughts~” she lightly punched your arm with that same smile.

faking hurt, you grabbed your arm and yelped in pain, “you pain me, yujin!” you laughed, before noticing yujin was looking at you with wide-eyes.

“what?”

“you called me yujin this time,” her voice seemed filled with emotion. what emotion? you couldn’t read it.

you shrugged “you told me i could.”

yujin pulled you in for a tight bear hug, “this makes me so happy! i can’t wait to introduce you to the others~”

you smiled as you gave the same amount of strength into the hug, “already? we just met~” you teased as you received a pinch in response.

A/N: maybe there will be a part two? we shall find out in the future. i do like how this turned out, did you guys enjoy?

TAGS... idol!yujin x fan!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, online friends to irl friends to lovers, friends to lovers, reader becomes a fan of yujin after she introduces ive to them.

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[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 17

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

As she bit her lip, she rolled in her bed, trying to get that kiss out of her head. She could almost still feel the texture of his mouth and the warmth of his tongue gently rubbing against her as she tried to hide her head with the covers. She was sure that if it had been any other person, it would have gone further most definitely. She wouldn't have hesitated to take it to the next level, because it wouldn't have changed a thing to control herself from her wildest fantasies. He had been the main character in them for months before they met, and it didn't change a thing. She was still as into him as she was when he was simply a voice in her earphones.

San: Are you awake?

Her smile came through before she was able to control it, hiding under the blanket as if anyone would be watching her.

Just like her, San had been trying to sleep, with no luck, because every time he closed his eyes, that kiss kept replying in his head, as he kept thinking whether he should've tried to go further, until he drowned himself back to reality and realized he was too scared to do it even if he wanted to.

He encouraged himself enough to send her a text when he saw her going online, to then go back to being offline. Asking her whether she was awake was an indirect way to confess he was checking on her status constantly, in hopes she was as sleepless as he was.

Talking with her after finding out the medication in her fridge felt different. Not because she was different, but because there was that doubt in the back of his head making him wonder if he should ask her about it. And that was actually his main intention when he slid in their chat.

Y/n: I can't sleep

Y/n: And I guess you can't either

San: Well, I could be sleepwalking

Y/n: Are you?

Y/n: That means that if I ask you anything, will I get it out of you?

San: Could be

Y/n: Anything?

San: Yeah

Just with that question any idea to build a conversation about that topic disappeared for San, not wanting to ruin that good atmosphere. It wasn't something he could ask either. She should be the one telling him because she felt comfortable enough to do it.

At some point, he thought Y/n would go for a serious question. She had settled the conversation to a whole different vibe for a few seconds, to get him ready for the question that was about to come through.

Y/n: Does pineapple belong to pizza?

That lighthearted and dumb question made him cackle, forgetting for a moment he was sharing an apartment with two other people, with one of them having their room next to his.

San: Of course it does!

Y/n: Yeah, we can't be friends

San: I thought there were several other reasons as to why we can't be friends, but you draw the line at a fruit.

San: Alright.

Y/n: And I thought you agreed with us being friends

San: I can't be friends with people I want to kiss until our lips are swollen

Air left her lungs all of a sudden with the way he worded that phrase. He was so effortlessly flirty and hot when he wanted to.

And that made her nervous.

It was the first time she didn't know how to answer a text. Every time she typed something, she ended up deleting to write something else, that would be erased eventually, too. And that constant "typing..." and "Online"shifts were making him nervous, to the point where he wondered if he shouldn't have said that.

Y/n: So you want to kiss me?

She regretted sending that text almost instantly. It sounded so annoying and radiated so much fake innocence that it made her cringe.

San: Yes

San: If I hadn't had that little problem I probably would be glued to you right now.

Y/n: If you had stayed this long, we probably would've dealt with that problem by now

San: Really?

San: how?

Y/n: Cold shower, and then some skincare. I bet your problem would go away quick as fuck seeing me that way.

San: I bet you look cute that way

San: And now... Skincare routine? And then kissing you again? Why didn't we come up with this like four hours ago?

Y/n: Because we both were thinking about anything else but skincare

San: It's settled tho

San: Making out and skincare routine, and then making out again?

Y/n: Look how brave you look through messages... Let's see if you say the same while speaking directly with me

San didn't even take a minute before clicking on her name to call her, surprising her by how late he was calling. Not because she was bothered by it, but she knew he was sharing his apartment with his two friends.

—That's because you make me nervous —he said as soon as she picked up the call, speaking lowly so he wouldn't wake anyone up.

—You're still speaking to me —she giggled.

—But I have to look at you when I'm with you.

—Oh wow, thanks I guess. So decent of you —she ironically said—. I'll wear a bag on my head from now on.

The way he cackled out loud made Mingi feel forced to hit on his wall twice, just to warn him that the next time he attempts to be loud, he'd be the one showing up in his room to shut him up. San instantly cut his laugh, letting it evolve into some quiet giggles.

—I mean that it makes me nervous —he confessed while giggling—. You have a really expressive face.

—I've never been told that before.

—Well, it's true. Whenever you like something, I can tell clearly you do because it's all over your face. Your eyes open up a bit more when you're excited, like you smile with them first —he said—. And your nose scrunches a bit when you dislike something, like when you tried the mint choco ice cream and then pretended you liked it.

—That doesn't answer my question.

Although it did tell her a lot of many different things that she wasn't able to process at the moment.

—I get nervous because I want to get that eye smile instead of the nose scrunch, so my brain focuses on not fucking it up. And I get so focused on that that I react late, or I completely zone out.

—You do realize that it's way easier for you to get that smile you're talking about than the scrunch, right? —she confessed— I understand what you mean though.

He knew she did. If she didn't, she probably would've blocked him after he practically dragged her to hang out with his friends in the ice cream shop. To that day he still couldn't understand how she agreed to that after he ghosted her.

—You're so lucky you hooked me up with your sexy voice —she mentioned.

—My voice is sexy?

—Oh, don't act like you don't know that —she cut him off—. Soundleasure doesn't exist because you sound like a honk.

—Nope, I actually made you sound like one.

—Hold on a minute —she cackled, feeling forced to move the phone away from her head as her body moved to the side with her laugh—. Where in the world my moans sound like honks? —she asked when moving her phone back to her ear.

—I don't know. It's been a while. Maybe you should try to light me up and refresh my memory.

—I see what you tried to do there —she bit her lip—. Why don't I refresh your memory, and send you to sleep? Because you clearly forgot you have to wake up early tomorrow for class.

—But you can't deny it was slick, right? —he continued.

—I'll tell you when you're able to do it in person —she teased him back—. You still have a long way to go.

After a short stop, San felt like talking again. He knew that if the silence continued long enough, one of them would suggest hanging up. And he didn't want her to end the call, even if that meant feeling like sleeping on the university desk while he overheard some lecture about programming.

—The camping is this weekend —he started, changing the topic—. We'll probably go hiking and fishing. Do you have everything you need?

—I don't know—she admitted—. My mother hates the idea of nature, and I've never really had friends with whom I could do it.

Her tone suddenly changed to a sadder one, even if she tried to hide it as much as possible.

—I'll have to teach you how to fish, then. I'm the best —he continued—. I once got one that was a meter long.

—Seaweeds don't count —she immediately replied.

—I promise I did! —he insisted.

—Sure, right.

—You don't believe me? I'll show you on Saturday.

—When you don't even know how to put the bait, you'll have to give a lot of explanations —she clicked her tongue—. But answering your question: no, I don't. I don't even know what I need.

—Do you want us to meet tomorrow and buy what we need? —he quickly asked, although he immediately regretted it at the thought of her declining his offer.

—Yeah, why not? I'll love to hear all those lies you're cooking right now in person —it sounded like a threat.

—You'll see I'm not lying.

—Uh-hum —she nodded, as if he was seeing her—. What time do you want to meet? Five?

—Yeah, at five is perfect —he excitedly answered.

—Then I'll see you tomorrow.

—Bye.

—Bye —she whispered with a smile before hanging up the phone.

San was left looking stupidly at his own phone, still reading her name at the top of his screen before something suddenly flicked his forehead through his bangs and made him instinctively move back.

When he looked up, Mingi was looking at him with an annoyed expression.

—I know you're in love and shit feels like you don't need to sleep to get energy, but some others are normal and actually need to sleep —his voice sounded heavy as he scolded him—. If I hear you again, I will make sure you won't sleep ever again. And you don't wanna know how.

After giving him one last killing look, Mingi got out of the room.

San moved around nervously at the entrance of the shop, hiding his hands in the pockets of his bomber while he waited for her. She wasn't late, and it wasn't like she disappeared -she answered to one of his texts not even ten minutes back-, it was just that he got there half an hour early, and people around him were looking at him as if he were crazy.

He was sure that if he sat or crunched next to the column at the entrance, people would give him money for charity.

The bus stop wasn't far from where he was living, and he walked pretty fast, so it wasn't like he'd get late if he had left his place later. But he just was so excited to see her, to manage to be the one to ask her out, that he didn't want to risk it and be late and make her be the one waiting for him.

His back quickly straightened as he recognized her car entering the parking lot. She looked so beautiful as she hopped off, securing her boots on the ground before she completely revealed the rest of her outfit. She was looking more informal than usual with those tight jeans, the tucked in t-shirt and the white blazer.

What was he supposed to do when she reached him? Kiss her? Hug her? Shake her hand?

—Did I make you wait a lot? —she worriedly asked.

—No, I've just got here —he lied.

—Great, then!

He felt a bit relieved when she rubbed his arm, guiding him inside the store.

—How was class? —she asked first, reaching for a cart that he sneakily took from her so she wouldn't have to push it.

—Hmm boring, nothing new —he shrugged—. How was work?

—Pretty much the same —she sighed—. At least it was a calm day. I didn't have to leave my office, I didn't have to deal with anyone... Actually, it was a good day —her tone shifted to a happier one as she said that.

—That's good to hear —he smiled.

—What do you have to buy? —she asked as they entered one of the aisles filled with running clothes.

—Me?

Nothing. He didn't have to buy anything.

Not only was it an excuse to keep talking with her, but he also guessed she probably didn't have absolutely any campware that she could take. It wasn’t a wild guess, it was something that crossed his mind after hearing her mention a few times how comfortable she felt in his group, and how much she liked that atmosphere since she wasn't able to leave a similar one… and how she admitted the previous night she never went to one.

And it wasn't like he wanted to directly act like he knew she didn't go camping in her life, it could be she did, but she just didn’t care about anything she needed because others took care of it. It just felt better to ask her that way.

—I have to buy... a... water bottle.

—A water bottle? —she looked at him confused— You've come all the way from your place to buy a water bottle that you could've bought anywhere else?

—It's a special water bottle that is only sold here.

—Ah okay.

She walked next to him, carelessly placing her hand near his as she helped him push the cart. Her hand was so close that just one slight move could make their fingers rub, but it seemed like she didn't notice at all by the way she looked around like she wasn't sending him into an inner hysteria.

—What should I buy? —she innocently turned to him.

—Hmm?

—You're the one who knows about this. What should I buy if I have nothing?

—Main things —he seriously mentioned, stopping his walk—: A sleeping bag, a pillow, a pad, a bag and a lintern —he mentioned, lifting a finger with every item—. I have all the other important things.

—Should I buy camping clothes, too?

—Hmm, not really. If you have comfortable clothes, and shoes that will allow you to walk comfortably, you won't need anything else. It isn't like we are seriously camping either.

—What does that mean?

—It means that we walk for thirty minutes before Hongjoong starts asking to go back to the camping base —he admitted in a whisper—. And we spend like a day and a half near the beach.

As they walked together, and her hand remained in the same place, San spotted a continuous movement from her thumb on three of her fingers, she kept rubbing it against the fingertips of her other fingers.

He had noticed it before.

He wondered if it was a nervous tick.

After twenty minutes, she only left his side to try on some hiking clothes she thought of buying, leaving him alone in one of the aisles while he uninterestedly looked around.

—Hey —a feminine voice got him to immediately lift his head, momentarily thinking it was Y/n—. I saw you've been looking around in this area for a bit.

—I'm not stealing anything —he hurriedly mentioned.

Instead of scaring her away, that comment made the blonde giggle as she looked away before driving her eyes back on him.

—Even if you were stealing, I wouldn't say anything. It would be a secret between us —she whispered.

He scanned her clothes, noticing she wasn't wearing the uniform the rest of assistants were wearing.

—I saw you a bit lost, and thought that maybe I could help you out —she shrugged.

He went completely mute, unable to process what was going on other than having a woman a bit shorter than him, and that was probably around his age, talking to him unprovoked and getting closer for no reason.

—Well, I don't need help —he shut off every possibility of the girl to keep talking to him—. I'm just looking.

Y/n, from afar, was holding the few clothings she managed to try on and like when she came across that scene. San was smiling nervously while the girl, who she could only see from aback, placed her hand comfortable on their cart.

No uniform, and with that body language... Y/n could tell what her intentions were by the way her hair swayed with the movements of her head.

And it annoyed her. She had no reason to be annoyed, but it made her want to get there.

And with those thoughts, her feet started moving in their direction, throwing the clothes inside the cart and positioning herself next to San to intertwine her arm on his.

—I'm already done —she innocently smiled at him.

—Oh —the disappointment in her tone gave out that her suspicions were right—. So it's true that you're here with your girlfriend... —the girl mumbled— I just wanted to check if he needed any help —she justified herself to Y/n—. It was nice meeting you —she told him, before escaping that uncomfortable situation.

It wasn't like Y/n was paying any attention to any of her words as she saw her walk away. The only thing that stuck with her was how San possibly said he was there with his girlfriend, instead of trying his luck to flirt with someone.

—What was that? —San asked, looking at her with a smile.

—This? —she looked at their arms, shrugging without changing her posture while she walked again— I saw you with her, and thought: what if someone we know saw you? Wouldn't they think it's weird? I did it for that, because we're supposedly dating for your friends and my circle —she lied.

That wasn't even one of her worries. It didn't even cross her mind until she had to come up with an excuse.

—Did you tell her you were here with your girlfriend? —San nodded, still walking next to her— Why?

—Because... —instead of admitting what crossed his mind, he played along— The same as you. What if someone saw me? It'd be inappropriate of me to flirt with someone else while I'm dating you. What if someone overheard our conversation?

First of all, he didn't even know how to speak with that girl. And second, did he even want to be able to speak to her at all?

—We're a good team —she pressed her fingers on his bicep—. We're so connected for this cause that we even think alike.

She tried to play it cool, unaware that San felt like hiding his real intentions as much as she did.

They both walked around like that the rest of the time they were there. Neither bothered to move away. And, even if they did check on something, the other went back to that same position as if it was fixed they had to be holding like that.

It was only at the exit that they moved away, having Y/n suddenly stopping and having him stopping too with her bags as she worriedly looked at him.

—We didn't buy the water bottle.

—What water bottle? —San asked, confused at first— Ah, that water bottle —he immediately remembered— I'll buy one somewhere else.

—Didn't you say they only sell it here? —she inquired.

—Yeah, but it's alright —he tried to hurry her to start walking to her car.

—We're already here. If you need it, we can leave the bags in my car and get back inside.

—It's alright —he insisted.

Despite carrying a bag filled with her clothes with his left hand, San walked towards her and gently pushed her so she'd start walking.

—You didn't need any water bottle, right? —she inquired again.

—I told you I don't mind buying a different one.

It was obvious he was lying by the way his lips were exaggeratedly pouting, that she couldn't do anything but smile as she followed him to her car.

That water bottle wasn't mentioned ever again while she drove him to his place, not even to tease him, until she parked the car in front of his building.

—I feel so bad for making you go all the way to that place and not get anything.

—I told you it doesn't matter —he assured her—. I'll buy what I need tomorrow.

—That's a relief —she smiled at him—. Because I was thinking that I should've made up for making you show up even if you didn't need that bottle.

—Make up? —he stuttered.

—Hmm —she nodded.

His heart pumped against his chest when she undid her belt, turning completely to him before she leaned to his body.

—Yeah —she whispered, landing a soft kiss on his cheek—, when someone does something for you, the best you can do is thank them back by giving them something they want, show them how grateful you are.

He felt so weak as her lips rubbed his skin all the way down to his jaw, that he thought he was probably imagining it. His whole body squirmed when it first got into contact with the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling her lips warm and wet and she gave soft kisses all over his freckles.

He felt instantly guilty when the first image in his head was having her head bobbing in his lap. They had talked about it so many times before, that he couldn't help but crave that experience with her only.

—But you came because you needed that bottle, so I don't really have anything to make up for —she finally said.

—What? —he was shocked when she moved away.

—We both needed something, so we were just shopping together.

—But I didn't need that water bottle —he finally admitted—. I promise, I didn't need anything. I have everything at home.

She pecked his lips first, having San instantly answering back with his mouth sucking on her lower lip. He almost got her there, feeling her hormones boiling as she kept pushing herself to drive them to her place.

Breaking the kiss, Y/n stopped herself from falling into her own needs. While getting a taste of her secret vice was tempting, she felt strong enough to ignore it. Not only because she felt responsible to be extra careful with what she chose to do with San, but because there was something scaring her of going further.

—Take this as a lesson not to lie to me —she told him.

—But I told the truth —he pouted, aiming for another kiss before she moved back.

With a smile, Y/n kissed the tip of his nose.

—I'll see you on Friday.

That bottle thing was the best excuse she could come up with to have him thinking about her until they met again on Friday.

She planted a soft kiss on his lips before he stepped out of her car. It was cute seeing him mumbling as he kept scolding himself. She was able to tell there was no bottle he'd need from only that place the second he came up with it, and she thought that it was a sweet gesture to do something for her without bragging about it. It felt different.

She liked how light everything was with San, how nothing felt forced or out of place. How comfortable they felt around each other, and the trust they were building up was something she appreciated a lot, even more than how attracted she felt towards him. It all just felt genuine. 

[quotidian-oblivion]

The Family Tumblrweed

Soooooooo I accidentally created a found family AU in real life. And based on this poll and other incidents, I stumbled upon the decision to sort this out and make a tumblr family tree tumblr family tumblrweed a family tumblrweed.

Please, do note, that not all of my lovely lovely awesome super amazing cool brilliant charming enchanting fascinating fabulous great mutuals are not present in the tree, but very much in my heart (i will die for you all.) These are just the mutuals who I talk to and also some friends (irl and offline).

THE BIOS

So I asked everyone in the Tumblrweed to give one thing they noticed/liked about me and this is the full list (along with like a couple of my personal additions):

THE CHART

Nog came up with the strikethrough title and Lexi came up with the current title so either/or can be used

Vibey helped with choosing a canva template

PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE ARE SOME MUTUALS WHO I DON’T KNOW AS WELL AND THUS HAVE SHORTER DESCRIPTIONS BUT THIS DOESN’T MAKE ME THINK ANY LESS OF YOU GEYIRFB

@sardonic-sprite @pevensiechase @tristicorde @ah0yh0y @betterthanbatman1 @mispeltnostalgia @cygnusdoesthings @birdybat @periwinkle-the-11th @datrandokat @wakkoroni @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego @themundanemudperson @tireddruid @marithefriendlyghost @phytothecryptid @milky-fresh-bones @somerando369

[ciminarin]

wfh job means wfa (working from anywhere), the best for a girlblogger thought daughter like me.

as someone who works remotely, i love how i can be literally everywhere as long as i have my devices and can deliver my work on time. i have went on holidays multiple times while still working and it's the best thing ever lol. the work-life balance is definitely balancing. this post will be about my experience, pros and cons!

now playing... ▶︎ ၊၊||၊|။||||| 2:58 | NEMONEMO by YENA

ᯓ★ let's talk about the pros!!

i can take breaks at any time i want, have my breakfast or lunch at any time without anyone micromanaging me. the next best thing is i can just be myself without worrying how other people perceive me at work. no worrying if i looked bad or if the way i sit, stand or walk is not 'ladylike' i can do wtv tf i want.

i can take naps. like LONG naps. it's heavenly.

i don't have to get ready to work. i literally wake up and go on my laptop. i can do anything before i start too, like playing with my cats, exercise, and never be late for work. how can i be late? i only need to log in on gathertown (a site/app where you can be in the office with your co-workers, in pixel game style) when my work hour start. lol

i'm literally at a cafe rn as i'm typing this. like i said, you can be anywhere as long as you have the money haha

can watch kdramas, movies or horror podcast during work. awesome.

more time to take care of yourself. i have been trying to get back to my self care era after my mental health deteriorated so bad because of my last job. when i say bad, i mean like REAL bad. my self esteem is just gone. i keep trying to find my old self again but i keep getting more and more anxious. by getting into wfh job, i can focus on this side of me more and hopefully be able to feel like myself again.

ᯓ★ now the cons.

it can get boring sometimes because you're stuck at home. i get too lazy to even get ready and go out even though i know i can be anywhere. the library suddenly feels so far away, resulting me to just stay home. this can go on for days.

yeah more time for self care.. but also more time to be lazy. because it's a desk job i don't be moving around anymore unless i want to. and unless i have the motivation.. i will just lay down on my bed.

backaches from sitting too long. leg too.. and my whole body basically.

unless i do intermittent fasting, i WILL eat uncontrollably. having access to unlimited free time and food can make me gain weight AAAHHHH

more money out since i keep buying fancy drinks and food now as i have too much free time... this is a self control problem i know. this is on me.

okay i definitely have more pros & cons but i can't just think of more as of rn. maybe next time i will write part 2 if there is anything i want to add!

ᯓ★ what about my previous job?

it was a shift food & beverage job and it was... an experience i guess (i never want to go back again) i would rather just be a customer damn. i never thought i would ever feel this much anxious feeling until i got into f&b. the first few months was kind of fun and okay-ish, but after that it was hell. at some point i couldn't breathe at work and literally had to go to the clinic to get checked during my work hour.

the way people interact during work was something.. in front of them they play along and laugh together, but behind they talk bad about each other. it got me thinking that they definitely had talked badly about me too, and this made me anxious. ngl, i've been a people pleaser for so long (now i recognize that it can be really bad doing this) so i want everyone to like me.

this also made me think that maybe, other people i know outside work also do this to me? i became anxious of every single interaction i do, offline or online. i keep thinking that maybe even my friends don't like me...

i have now realized that i do not have to be liked my everyone. maybe this people pleasing behaviour is based on my trauma, so i have a really hard time to unlearn this. like what do you mean someone don't like me when i have been nothing but nice to you? you don't even know me that well... i'm so sad

but it has to be stopped. i can't just be out there trying to seek validation from people who are not worth my time. it's hard, but everyday i have to remind myself that there are literally so many people who like and love me for who i am.

i got a fiancé and he's the best ever. i have great friends who like how weird i can get, how loud, how annoying i am. they love me because they want to. and i love them because i want to. and i need to remember that there will be people that dislike me just because they want to, and i don't have to do anything about it.

slowly learning the art of letting them be.

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end of log. this was cut short as i need to go now, but thank you for reading, see you next time!

[ugh-yoongi]

hello, friends 🫶🏻

just a psa/personal rant?? not really a rant but

i wanted to talk about a few things, and i think the cleanest and easiest segue is to say: i have left all of my writing networks. it is 100% nothing personal to any of them, i have enjoyed each and every one, but there are a few reasons why.

one, i am not active in any of the discord servers, so there was ✨anxiety✨ about not contributing and feeling obligated.

two (and this is the segue part): obviously these networks have a big reach, and i am feeling more and more anxious about exposing my work to the masses.

it’s a double-edged sword, because i write what i want and what makes me happy, but there is always a part of me that wants feedback and wants other people to see and enjoy it. but it has been tense here lately and the “please do not perceive me” feelings are REAL.

there is just… no nuance anymore. me posting “i don’t think it was a good decision for jungkook to go to qatar” turned into a bunch of anons calling me islamophobic and a bunch of other stuff. me saying it was a bad look for jimin to feature on a song by a r*pist turned into “you can’t have an opinion because you’re a rap line stan.”

i’m most certainly not perfect. i try to do the right thing. but tumblr has turned into a place where you will get bullied off the site if someone does not like you personally and decides you’re the internet’s villain of the day. you are put into situations you cannot win. if you defend yourself, you’re making excuses. if you don’t, you’re guilty and all those things people accused you of being are true.

it is literally this tweet:

this is not a fandom known for being welcoming of discourse, but we have to be able to give others grace. there has to be nuance. like, we are literally stanning bts, who have done and said and written problematic things. we should not excuse intentionally harmful behavior, but we need to be able to have conversations and believe, to a certain extent, that not everyone behaves in malicious ways.

we all fuck up and will continue to do so. i hope your mistakes are handled with grace and you are given the benefit of the doubt, and i hope you extend that grace when others inevitably make mistakes as well.

i am not involved in drama here. i am 31 years old and too old and tired. i just want to write and cry over seokjin and shitpost with my friends.

i’m sure this has all been said before, but: i was offline at the time everything went down with m (shout-out the fucking car accident i got in on my way to pick up my friends from the airport, why did this seemingly happen to everyone??) but they are someone i have interacted with both here and offline, and how all of that played out was fucked up, to say the least. others have explained it far more eloquently than me, but it bears repeating.

so while i love writing and i love sharing my work, there is a part of me that’s anxious every time i post. including this. i will continue to do so and hope that this site becomes warmer and more welcoming, because i see a lot of posts lamenting writers leaving or deactivating, and i just think: “well, yeah.”

enough has been said about interaction and the like/reblog ratio, which is definitely a huge part. it can be demoralizing to spend so much time and effort writing a fic that gets little interaction. but the environment is a big part, too, and i’m hopeful that can change.

(but also—protect your peace, whatever that means for you. unfollow that person. block that tag. you don’t have to engage with everything, especially if it raises your blood pressure. one of the few good things about the internet is that you’re largely able to curate your experience. don’t feel guilty about taking advantage of that.)

i will finish this by saying: i am always open to having conversations so long as they’re in good faith. it is not anyone’s place to police my behavior, but if i ever do or say something that is not cool, you are more than welcome to address it with me. i encourage you to do so. as flor once said: comfort can’t help me grow up.

love u all. pls be nice to one another. 🖤

[cerise-means-cherry]

Generally speaking trans people believe you can choose who you have sex with and who you don't, and the ones who do make a big deal about cis lesbians not into trans women (or cis gay men not into trans men, for that matter) are immediately shouted down. You are inventing problems to complain about.

I am completely okay with trans people who are accepting of my homosexuality and I wasn't talking about them (and non-trans people can perpetuate this too btw) !

However, I am very much not inventing these problems. Keep in mind that just because a non-homosexual person has never seen homophobia happening in front of them, doesn't mean homophobia doesn't exist. It makes sense that us homosexual tend to witness it more, since we're the direct target.

Lesbian bars in my country are not a safe space anymore, I know many lesbian friends who got harassed and even kicked out of bars simply for refusing to date people of the sex they weren't attracted to, or for stating they were homosexual. I know other lesbian bars that were respectful of female homosexuality who got attacked and had to close down. I know lesbians who went to Pride with "Lesbians don't like penises" signs and were physically assaulted, threatened with flares and screamed at. I know lesbian dating apps which ban homosexual women and whose community manager writes graphic torture tweets directed at female homosexuals. I know lesbian subreddits who delete posts about homosexuality and ban members who speak up about this. I know gay festivals that allow conferences named "To lick you until I suffocate : girl dick and lesbianism" which is about homosexual females refusing to suck dick. I know graphic threats of rape and murder directed at female homosexuals are frequent both online and offline. I know radio emissions where queer activists explain they think homosexuality doesn't exist, because everyone is born bi.

All of this has real consequences for me and other female homosexuals, who now live in fear of homophobia and conversion therapy from both conservatives and some progressives. Please don't dismiss our struggles just because you personally haven't seen them.

[necroromantics]

Why are you such a fucking weirdo because you’re literally telling a server with kids in it that you go your girlfriend pregnant or some shit, and not even to mention how much of a dick you are to people. Go get a fucking job and get offline because you’re acting like a pussy

And let’s not mention how you ONLY do this to kids. Like literally you only do this to ppl who are younger than you so you can feel validated because all your fans do is dick ride your awful writing and that awful ticciwork knock off you call your Oc’s

Go get a job instead of being a wannabe edgy 4chaner

Yeesh lots of anger here. I don't think it's worth tryna please or explain myself to people who have spent half a year shittalking me, admitting to stalking me, and wishing death/trauma on me. But I'll unpack this

I don't talk to minors at all online besides in my Discord server, which I'm not very active in. I've stated MANY times that I don't feel comfortable with befriending or DMing anyone under 18. The servers I'm active in are all 18+. The last time I was in a server with minors like that was way back in January, and I've already resolved the drama regarding that with the people involved

I don't know what "this" is that I'm doing to kids cuz once again, ask anyone who knows me, I legit do not regularly talk to minors or feel comfortable doing so. All of my friends are adults, and I like to keep it this way

I have never once asked anyone to validate me, or get involved in my beef, or any of my issues. Everyone who's talked to me knows I'm a grown man and I can handle myself. The posts I make are just me yapping away on my own little online space

My girlfriend and I's OCs are actually self inserts, but thanks for connecting us with TicciWork, it's a personal ship for me that I connect with us too

Also please don't call my followers "fans", that feels parasocial as hell LMAO They're real people, and I'm a real person. If they enjoy the content I put out, I highly appreciate it, and I have no place to call them "fans" and act like I'm above them in any way, especially when they're all talented individuals as they are. I have work, and school, and I have a life that I'd rather focus on than indulging in petty beef with people who don't know me at all. I don't know what you're upset about, but I'm always open for a mature conversation to resolve any issues

At the end of the day, this is the internet, these are pixels on a screen. If you've gotten so invested in one-sided beef that you feel the need to leave comments like these on some random guys Tumblr, I genuinely hope you find happiness and peace in your life. I know what it's like to be angry and indulge in drama all the time, but trust me it's just tiring and it gets you nowhere. It's so easy to be hateful and shit, but it's better for the soul to do the hard thing and be kinder to yourself and maybe others. I hope you feel better soon

[pray4saint]

big big psa guys

tw // almost a call-out. talking about people romanticising mental health issues. swearing bc i'm pissed off. my own trauma is sectioned off to be easily skipped through; although it includes topics of self-harm, suicide, bad mental health, & loss.

holy shit i cannot believe i actually have to make this post. if you disagree with anything in this post, please get off my blog because you're not welcome here.

tldr; don't send in requests for weird shit.

some of my mutuals have received asks surrounding a ”mentally ill reader” & dating a cc inside of a mental hospital/psych ward and uhm. excuse me??? what the actual fuck??? why do you think this is okay and normal? 🤠 why did you think that would be a good idea?? (you know who you are & trust that your block button is looking quite wonderful to the entire publishing house)

i consider myself fortunate enough not to have received those bc i know how triggering they can be and for anyone viewing my blog, so to anyone and everyone who has seen those asks and been triggered by them, i'm sorry. that's not something that anyone should have to see from a stranger on the fucking internet, or at all really.

i feel like i shouldn't even have to say this, but uhm, don't romanticise issues you clearly have no business dealing with? is it really that hard?? if it really is that fucking hard to just not be creepy about real issues, then get offline. this kinda shit is the reason some of mine and my cousin's favourite writers have left tumblr, and it's unfortunate but i understand their frustration.

joking about your trauma with your close friends is one thing, but asking a stranger on the internet to talk about it? that's a big fat no.

– > trauma below

this shit makes me so fucking outraged, especially as someone who's had friends go in and out of wards, who's lost people to suicide, and dealt with horrible self-esteem, body image and self worth issues because of it since the ripe age of 12. it's so invalidating to see it used as a story arc. these are real issues, that real people go through every goddamned day.

i've done things i'm not proud of, things i'm reminded of every time i look at my body. gone through things i wish i didn't have to, and as judah said in her post, i have the right to deal with and cope with my trauma as i wish, i've earned it. but i'm not hurting others. that's the difference.

– > trauma ends here

before sending in asks on any blog, take a moment to think; 'how will this be received?', 'based on their rules, is this okay?', 'is this something i would want my younger sibling reading on the internet in a year?' think before you speak. please.

as i said at the start, if you disagree with anything in this post then get off my page because you're not welcome here. clearly, you're not mature enough to stick around here. i don't care if i sound like an asshole, it must be said.