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Do u still have priv blog available to see all fics? Sad that all work is gone :(
unfortunately we do not... apart for the drabbles and hcs we decided to leave on this blog the rest is gone. you can find some of the previous mods on their own writing blogs though, if you'd like to give that a try.
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I was hoping to read some of ur old fics but from my knowledge all the older fics are archived or privated? Which is disappointing :(
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Reformation
You wished human spines were more efficient.
You could feel yours starting to go stiff from all the hunching over you were doing at your desk, which was made worse by the poor quality of your office chair. You hadnât stood up for hours; you could feel your knees waiting to crack when you would eventually rise from your seat, and you knew your ankles wouldnât be any happier.
You didnât even want to think about your neck.
You blinked your tired eyes slowly, trying to make sense of the words you had reread for the eighth time.
Or was it the ninth?
You sighed in aggravation, forcing yourself to sit up straight so you could lean back in your chair, wishing you could yell out all the tension in your body.
Itâs not like anyone would hear you. You were the only person left in the building.
For the last two weeks, villains had been popping up in record numbers, so much so that many agencies were forced to work beyond their means in terms of staff, meaning countless extra hours and fewer days off. Not only that, you worked in the accounting department, and with your other coworkers feeling burnout and calling out, that left you on your own to handle the numbers. There was a serious influx of information regarding insurance, supplies, wagesâŚ
It felt like it was never ending.
The timing couldnât have been any worse, either, seeing as you had arranged to end your employment at your current agency to move to a new one at the end of the month.
Before the workload began to overwhelm you, you had started to feel that your boss may have been taking advantage of your work ethic. You had a knack for finishing your tasks in record time, which meant you had time to spare to either get ahead of schedule or do the work of someone else who had fallen behind. It didnât take long for everyone to catch on and hand off their work to you instead of doing it themselves, but ever the team player, you took it on without complaint. Not once in three years did you complain, committing yourself to the company as much as you could.
Which was exactly why you had ended up stuck here with more than you could reasonably handle.
You leaned forward, resting your palms on your desk to try to stretch out the knots forming in your back.
One more week, and youâd finally be working for Gang Orca instead of stewing at this dump.
You had heard wonderful things about his agency; there were far better benefits than you were currently receiving and an employee turnover rate so low it was almost too hard to believe. Your friend had gushed to you about how much she enjoyed working there and even managed to get you the interview that landed you a spot on their financial team.
Unfortunately, that light at the end of the tunnel felt farther off than ever before with the amount of stress you were accruing with these late nights at the office.
You winced as you felt a satisfying pop in your lower back, bringing you some short-lived relief before you felt your shoulders protest and force you to sit straight again.
You heard a door open and close somewhere on your floor, making you curse to yourself.
The janitorial staff was here, meaning it was past 10.
You jumped when you heard a low rumbling come from your right, making you whine at your muscles complaining at the sudden movement. After getting over the initial shock, you realized it was your phone, which you kept in your drawer lately to keep yourself from getting distracted.
You were surprised the battery wasnât dead yet.
You fished it out of your stuffed drawer, glad you were able to catch it on the final ring before it went to voicemail. You didnât even check to see who was calling before answering.
âHello?â
You internally kicked yourself at how tired you sounded.
âHey.â
You felt some of your fatigue disappear at the sound of the calm voice on the other end.
âShoto, hey. Is everything okay?â You asked, unable to even pretend you werenât exhausted.
âYeah, everything is fine. I just got home.â
A relief, truly.
Being the son of the former number one hero of Japan brought Shoto a lot of attention, both good and bad. With crime on the rise, that meant his own work hours had increased, and while the extra money brought some comfort, you worried that he might overwork himself and get hurt.
Like you were one to talk.
âGood! Thatâs good.â You said, smiling tiredly as you quietly waved to the janitor that passed your desk.
âYeah. Is everything okay with you?â
You paused, thinking of a way to answer that.
Shoto was a pro hero, and his job was infinitely more dangerous than yours. You knew that whatever difficulties you faced didnât compare to anything he handled on a given day, so you tried to keep your complaining to a minimum. He knew about your job transfer, but you hadnât been honest about the reason why. Your reasons felt trivial compared to a hero who goes out into danger most days.
âYeah, Iâm fine, just the usual. There was another call out today so I was the only one in the department. Iâm just finishing up these balance sheets and then Iâll be home.â
There was a brief silence on the other end, but you thought nothing of it. Shoto was the type to think before he spoke, so these pauses were frequent.
âThatâs really unfortunate, but Iâm glad youâre almost done. How much longer do you think youâll be?â
You looked over at your computerâs clock, squinting to try to see the tiny numbers on the illuminated screen.
10:17
âI donât know, maybe another half hour? And then the drive home will be another fifteen minutes, so probably close to an hour?â You estimated, rubbing your tired eyes.
âAlright. Weâll get started on dinner then.â
You tensed, feeling guilt wash over you.
You had planned to make dinner for you, Shoto, and Hitoshi when you arrived home, hoping to surprise them before they got off their own shifts. You hadnât told them about it, but you felt awful that you didnât get to do your good deed for your boyfriends as you had wanted.
âYou guys donât have to wait up for me, if youâre hungry, please go ahead and eat, Shoto. And if youâre tired you can just go to bed, Iâm sure you had a long day.â You insisted with a roll of your neck.
âItâs okay, we donât mind. I wonât keep you any longer. Just be safe on your way home, and weâll see you when you get here.â He said.
You nodded, hiding your sigh. âI will be. Iâll see you when I get home.â
With some quick affectionate words, you hung up, groaning as you forced yourself to get out of your seat.
You were grateful that the elevator in your apartment building was functional again as you leaned against the wall, not paying attention to the number climbing with each floor you passed like you normally would. Your eyes were instead closed, listening to the familiar humming of the electricity running the car instead of the soft music playing from the speaker overhead. You had almost fallen asleep during your ride home in the cab, and you wanted to at least try to stay upright until you got to your floor.
Which seemed to be taking an eternity, if you were being honest.
You forced your eyes open, pulling out your phone to check the time.
11:08
You couldn't catch the heavy sigh that rolled out of your throat just before the door opened. The quick reprieve from walking had caused your legs to feel less like lead and more like concrete, which you tried to ignore as you fished for your keys in your pocket when you finally reached your door.
Your day was almost over.
The sound of the door unlocking was music to your ears as you pushed it open, dropping your bag on the floor so you could hold onto the counter to slip your shoes off.
You gasped when you felt something slide across your shoulder blade, jumping and whipping your head around to see a familiar pair of mismatched eyes looking back at you.
"Welcome home."
Your shoulders dropped along with your guard and you leaned forward, resting your face in the crook of Shoto's neck.
You could tell he'd already showered.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
You felt him shake his head, his arm moving down to trap you in a gentle hug that seemed to make the heaviness of your eyes disappear.
"Don't apologize. It's not your fault." He assured you, letting his thumb rub absently against your back. He made no move to pull away, and even though you felt like your ankles were going to give out at any moment, you weren't in any rush, either.
You moved your arms to wrap loosely around him as he tilted his head to kiss you briefly.
"How was your day?" You asked, pulling back to look at his face.
"Better than usual. I think things are getting ready to calm down." He responded.
That was good news.
"That's great. That means you'll be a little safer." You said, blinking as he turned you around and began pulling your coat off for you.
He hummed in affirmation as you pulled your arms out of the sleeves, allowing him to hang the coat up.
"And hopefully your workload will be lighter."
You made a face as you attempted to turn around to face him, but his hands on your round hips kept you rooted in your spot as he pulled you back to lean against his firm chest.
You tilted your head back to rest against his shoulders, feeling him tug on your blouse so it was no longer tucked in the waistband of your skirt. He slid his hand under the light fabric, resting his warm palm against the skin of your stomach.
You could tell he was using his quirk, and you weren't about to complain.
"The bath is ready."
You blinked and turned your head, seeing Hitoshi standing near the hallway, suspiciously still in his work clothes.
Shoto reluctantly pulled away.
"Come on." He said, leading you away from the door. "You need to get off your feet."
Hitoshi had refused to leave you alone while you bathed, and at first you thought it was because he was worried you'd fall asleep in the water, but you understood the real reason when he climbed into the tub first. He'd put off taking a shower in order to join you, which made you feel guilty for just a moment before he assured you that he was glad to finally have a calm moment with you. Your schedules didn't exactly line up lately, so more often than not, one of you was asleep when the other came home.Â
Hopefully, that would soon come to an end and things could go back to normal.
You allowed him to comb his fingers through your hair as he worked the conditioner through it, doing your best not to doze off as they massaged your scalp. He'd been adamant about doing all the work, and you didn't have it in you to argue with him on a normal day.
"You're taking tomorrow off."
Your eyes snapped open, turning your head to look at him in disbelief.
"What?" You asked dumbly, looking at his calm face.
"I called your boss and let him know you're not going in tomorrow." He said casually, looking unbothered as he moved you so he could rinse your hair without getting the water in your eyes, but you gripped the side of the tub to stop him.
"Toshi, I can't, we're understaffed right now. I'm all they have right now." You protested, feeling your stomach churn anxiously. "Everyone else is sick."
"And you'll be next if you let them keep taking advantage of you." He said, unimpressed. He gently pried your hand off the edge of the tub, carefully tilting you to try to rinse your hair again, and this time you didn't fight him. "They all called out because they know you'll pick up the slack, and this is their last chance before you leave. You're starting somewhere else soon, and you're not going to make a good impression if you're too tired to move the day you get there." He lifted you back up, moving some wet hair off of your face. "So you're taking tomorrow off, and all three of us are going to be unproductive on purpose."
His tone left no room for argument.
You swallowed, still feeling unsure.
"Also, what's he going to do? Fire you? With a week left?"
You let a nervous laugh escape you, the last of your anxiety disappearing.
"Thank you, Hitoshi. I wouldn't have done it myself." You said, resting your back against him and letting your hands gently sit on the edges of the tub again.
His own hands moved to settle over yours.
"We know."
The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled your attention away from Hitoshi and towards Shoto, who was wiping his hands with a hand towel.
"Dinner's ready."
The blend of being in clean clothes, well fed, and Shoto's warm hands working on heating your sore joints made you wonder how you had managed to stay awake. It was well past one in the morning, and somehow all three of you didn't seem close to sleeping. Instead, you had all made your way to the couch to get a headstart on your lazy day.
Your legs were currently draped across Shoto's lap, his hand currently rubbing at one of your knees, melting the stiffness away with almost no effort. Hitoshi had assumed the same position he had in the tub, arms caging you against him.
It felt like it had been a lifetime since the last time the three of you were in the same room together like this.
You were glad to be able to breathe again.
Your train of thought was effectively derailed when you felt heat crawl up your leg, making your leg jump instinctively. You tried to sit up, but Hitoshi's arms tightened around you, refusing to let you move. Your eyes darted up to look at him in confusion, and for a moment he looked back at you, but before you could ask him to let you get up, his mouth was on yours, and your request died in your throat.
You closed your eyes, sitting still as you felt warmth glide over the skin of your thigh before ducking under the hem of your shorts.
You counted yourself lucky to have found people who would take care of you when you couldn't.
Hii I just found your blog and I was wondering if you could do headcanons for sero & kaminari where their s/o is touch starved but never knows how to ask for affection so the boys usually have to initiate everything.
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đ sero & kaminari + touch-starved s/o đ
seroâ
- honestly, you never have to worry about not taking initiative when it comes to dating sero
- he did need that extra little push at the very beginning when he wasnât sure if you actually liked him or not, but once he was confident that you like him enough to be dating him, he did not hesitate to shower you with affection!!
- i think due to lack of romantic experience, seroâs main fear was that heâd do something that you didnât like, or heâd go overboard. all he needs is a little reassurance that you actually enjoy the physical affection, and you can count on him to always be touching you in some way, shape, or form >:) how else is he gonna show the world that heâs the lucky guy you chose to be with?
- when you two first started dating, he could not stop being all touchy-feelsy in public. heâd always have an arm around your shoulders, even if youâre doing something completely mundane, like walking to class. sometimes heâll just come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, or [gently] pull you over to him with his tape into a big hug HAHA
- but once heâd mellowed out a little bit and got more comfortable with you and your relationship, i feel like heâd tone down his touchiness too! heâd still be very physically affectionate with you, but more-so because he knows you need and enjoy it (of course, so does he), and less because he wants to show off his relationship (at this point though, he doesnât even need to because everyone and their mom knows that you two are dating sdkjnlakdjad)
- what iâm trying to say is, his gestures of love to you (in physical form) are now more like second nature, rather than a demonstration to other people! it feels natural to always have your fingers interlaced together, for him to cup your cheek with his hands before he kisses you, for him to run his palms up and down your arms when comforting you
- words donât do your understanding of each other justice anymore, because at this point, he can already get a sense of what you want without you even needing to open your mouth :â) after all, sero has always wanted to be granted the âboyfriend of the yearâ award.
kaminariâ
- kaminari was honestly touchy from the start
- it just felt very natural to him since heâs always wanted to be in a relationship, so now that he finally has someone to love, heâs going to shower them with physical affection whenever he can!Â
- and, oh man, once kaminari found out you were actually touch-starved, you can count on him never letting go of you ever again. nothing can stop him now, especially since he knows that you just donât like initiating thingsâfear not, kaminari will be the King of Initiation for you
- also, he is always kissing you. itâs his favorite gesture of affection, and he just loves how sweet it feels and looks. his phoneâs camera roll is filled of pictures of you two, a good number of which heâs giving you a peck on the nose, cheek, forehead, or lips
- kaminari looooves teasing you and heâs such a little shit so cheeky about it. heâll always say things like, âaw but donât you like it when iâm holding you like this?â or âdonât act like you donât want me to hug you all the timeâ and, the worst part is, heâs right. you do love it when heâs always holding you close, you just donât know how to initiate it sometimes (one of his favorite actions is hugging you from behind by surprise)
- all his friends roast him for being so âgross with the PDA,â but he lives for it. i truly believe that kaminari is the epitome of PDA
- at the end of the day, heâs just so happy to have you. he feels like heâs the luckiest guy in the world, and one of the only ways he knows how to express that is through physical affection; heâs so glad that you donât mind, because sometimes he thinks he can be just a lil dumb with his words. good thing he doesnât need them to show you how much he adores you!
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fandom:Â my hero academia
pairing:Â dabi x reader
word count: 1.3k
synopsis: first impressions arenât always pleasant
a/n: i meant to post this on halloween but i was busy and couldnât finish it in time, but please enjoy it now!
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Those turquoise eyes were so alluring and mesmerizing, coaxing you to keep your gaze fixated on the opposite side of the room. Anyone could have found themselves captivated by their charisma with a single glance. You know you did.
Even with the music booming loudly through the speakers, managing to make the windows vibrate with every obnoxious beat, and people pressing against you in an attempt to draw your attention, all you registered was that other singular presence. You were a moth entranced by the beauty of an open flame, torn between approaching and risking possible death or pulling away and be cursed with eternal curiosity.
But when the owner of those eyes turned abruptly towards you, you looked away instantly, startled by the sudden eye contact. Their icy gaze contrasted the wolfish smirk that pulled on their lips, a sight that would have most definitely brought you down on your knees if youâd caught even a glimpse.
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The hum of Shinsouâs voice is a soothing, steady timbre, and you often commented just how relaxing it is to listen to, even now, separated by miles, filtered through the static of your phone. Can he really blame you for the way your eyes slip shut?
His voice causes suddenly. âYouâre falling asleep,â he says. Despite the way you can construe it as accusatory, his voice sounds amused.
âAm not,â you mumble.
âSorry if my story isnât entertaining.â His statement is part teasing, part self-conscious that perhaps his narrative of stopping a bank robbery wasnât entirely as glamorous as he hoped it would be. He leans back in the seat of his car, one hand draped across his steering wheel as he worries his lip. When it comes to you, especially, sometimes he worries about coming across as uncool.
âYour stories are always fun to listen to,â your voice comes, after several beats of you attempting to stay awake. âIâm just... closing my eyes to better immerse myself in them.â
You get the distinct pleasure of hearing him laugh, a full-bodied rich sound that has your consciousness yearning to hold on, just for a bit longer.
âMmhm. And if you stop talking in a few minutes, should I also assume youâre immersing yourself?â
âYeah... even if I snore again. Assume that.â
Youâre referring to the time you fell asleep while on the phone with him, and he had the pleasure of listening to your light snores and mumbles the entire trip to his press conference. Youâll never live it down, and Shinsou likes to tease you about it; because of that youâve become even more careful to stay awake during these few moments you had with him, encapsulated in these simple calls.
While Shinsou is apt to tease you any and every mishap, he much prefers seeing the way you flush in person, feeling the heat simmer beneath your cheeks as he cups them in his palms, presses his nose against yours in the idleness of the early morning. You always dislike it when he does that. In turn, your scrunched up expression makes him laugh.
Youâre quieter now, drowsiness dulling your senses, but there is a pressing urge in you to stay awake.
âSo... where to next?â
âBack to headquarters. I have to turn in some paperwork.â He pauses. âMaybe if someone was listening, they would know this.â
âI was listening! I just..... thought you were done with work.â
âHa... Am I ever?â he asks. The both of you know, however, that he wouldnât have it anyway. Shinsouâs a hard worker through and through, and his status as a rising Pro Hero only motivated him to greater heights.
Those highs just happened to involve an inordinate amount of paperwork.
âAre you going to sleep there again?â you ask, cradling the phone between your ear and shoulder.
He looks at the time on his dash. The numbers 4:00 blare up at him; itâs already early morning. âI might,â he says guiltily. âWork starts in a few hours.â
âItâs okay, make sure to drink lots of coffee, alright?â
âYeah...â He eyes the stacks of files on his passenger seat gloomily.
âIâm not even going to ask why youâre up,â he says, changing the topic.
âGood.â
âBecause that would open me up to criticism about my own sleeping habitsâor lack thereof.â
âExactly,â you say, smugness in your tone. It has a smile tugging at Shinsouâs own lips.
â...But I will say you should get some sleep.â
âHm. No.â
âKitten.... are we really going to argue about this?â he asks, not exasperated as much as he is amused by your likemindedness. The two of you always seem to be in sync, like mirror-imaged souls.
âIâll sleep when you do.â
He canât even complain about how stubborn you can be, because heâs exactly the same. He sighs. âOkay. Fine then. At least I have company on my drive. But Iâm not sure youâre going to last long.â
âWhyâs that?â
âI know as well as you do youâre seconds away from knocking out on the phone again.â
âAm not!â
âAre too.â Shinsou has to stifle a laugh at your silent indignation. Call it late-night loneliness, but heâs feeling much chattier than usual. In fact, heâs enjoying these conversations where the two of you talk about nothing and everything all at once.
âEnough about me.â He pauses. âDid you eat today?â
â...Maybe.â
âHm.â
âEnjoy your espresso meals?â you shoot back.
âI do, actually,â he says wryly. âCoffee tastes better when the caffeine goes straight into your veins.â
âShinsou.â
âKidding.â
âWhen itâs your next day off... letâs go that restaurant down the block,â you say, stifling a yawn. âMaybe then weâll both eat a decent meal.â
âIs that a promise?â
âYes.â
He hums. âIâll take it. Itâll get me through the week.â
As persuasive as Shinsou isâeven without his quirk, even with just the drawl of his voiceâthe lull of sleep is too alluring. Youâre just starting to drift off, flecks of light floating behind your eyelids, when you hear a door shut in your ear. You jolt awake, before realizing youâre still in the call. Crap.
âYou still there?â you ask, attempting to rub the call of sleep from your eyes.
âYes,â he says. âI... ended up taking a detour.â
âWhat kind ofââ But your question is interrupted by the sound of your door opening now, and just as you turn your head, your vision goes dark from a blanket being dropped on you.
âAh?â
âFigure itâs worth making sure you get some sleep before I head back.â And as you scramble to yank the blanket off your head, youâre met the visage of your ruffled, eternally tired-looking boyfriend.
âCome on, I bet you were also sleepy.â
âGuilty as charged,â he mutters, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, before lazily dropping onto you. You squeak as his added weight causes both of you to topple onto the bed. He lets out a short laugh, rolling onto his side.
He sighs heavily, stretching out his limbs. âHavenât slept in a bed in awhile.â
âYeah, your spotâs gotten cold. Was considering selling it to someone else.â
âI hope the catâs been keeping you company?â
âHe has. Heâs taken the #1 spot in my heart.â
âHmph.â Shinsou draws you closer to him, lazily resting his head on your chest. âNot for long.â
Youâre about to reply when Shinsou lets out a light snore. Huh. That was fast. Looks like heâs the one falling asleep now.
And more importantly, you win. Eyes slipping shut once more, you tangle your legs with his. The sight you fall asleep to is his unruly tufts of hair, which your fingers card through until he makes a rumbling sound, deep in his chest.
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Itâs something Iâve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While itâs true that Tumblrâs engine leaves a lot to be desired, Iâve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two Iâve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. Iâve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.
Lack of feedback and interaction. Iâm not saying this on my behalf so much as Iâm saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isnât a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, thereâs less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didnât leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what itâs like on a small blog.
My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly:Â
âIâve seen people say âBe grateful that people even lurk on your page.â and, while I get the message theyâre trying to say, itâs more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like youâre saying, âOh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.â
Me personally? Iâve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, Iâve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. Iâve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). Iâve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. Iâve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while thatâs ideal, itâs not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer wonât work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.
That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ânamedâ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? Itâs actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (donât be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writersâ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblrâs activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I donât always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you donât want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask.Â
As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other peopleâs eyes to see what we donât.
For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.
Great post, so great that Iâm hijacking it to call attention to the elephant in the room because I think weâre all more than ready to have this talk:Â
If youâre a writer and you refuse to like/reblog the content of others that you enjoy, take the time to think about why you feel that way. Do you just not read fanfiction that isnât your own? Do you think the quality of writing here is low? Do you get jealous when other writers get notes? Do you get upset at the idea of someone else benefitting from your following? I want you to ask yourself these questions with leniency because thereâs nothing wrong about feeling this way, and youâre definitely not the only one who does. Nevertheless, consider that you may be a part of the problem when you say that no one interreacts with your writing anymore/the community is dying.Â
Thereâs a big difference between reblogging a fic on your account with over 10k followers and reblogging it on your side account with 30. Thereâs a big difference between âclout chasingâ and someone wanting their favorite author to read a piece they worked really hard on. If you wonât take the time to respond to the comments that you DO get, are you justified in getting upset that you donât get more/you donât get as much as you used to? If you genuinely believe that you are the best writer in any given fandom/niche, your ego is going to make you miserable when your engagement doesnât reflect that.
I donât say this standing on a soap box, tsking at my fellow writers. I say this as someone who didnât even see the value in reading/sharing the work of others until very recently in my writing career. If your ego is unchecked, I want you to know that practicing a little selflessness goes a long way for your confidence in yourself, your writing, your standings in the community, and with your peers.
If you are here for an individualist experience, thatâs fine, but donât get upset when you donât get the benefits of a collective experience. By no means is anyone saying you HAVE to put the work of others on a blog for your writing, but if youâre only ever taking and never giving, you canât reasonably expect this community to sustain itself.
Iâm going to hijack this post even further! OPâs words are very true and beautifully written. Kazooli makes very, very good points here, and I love the tags that Raph highlighted. I want to bring this to the SFW part to the writing community of the fandom because I deliver only SFW content, and every single person in any fandom should see this. I donât care if youâre against NSFW content or dark content or whatever because if youâre so high up your horse that you canât see the difference between black and white and the difference between fiction and reality, you need to get a life that lets you breathe some fresh air outside your online life.
I donât think I would have ever realized the value of interaction until someone placed me on a call-out over this summer. I got accused of things I never did because their jealousy of my friendships with others. I got harassed for my exit from a fandom writing group because I was uncomfortable there. I donât think I would ever realized the value of interaction in a fandom before this event. I took it for granted, and in a very ironic way, Iâm thankful for the call-out post because I needed to value things a lot more â the comments and feedback on my works. It was a good wake-up call. Iâm not thankful for the lies on that call-out post. Sure, I was heartbroken by the way people had abandoned me because they believed someone without even talking to me first, but I was thankful for the wake-up call.
After the fiasco, I took my first step in responding to comments, in responding to every ask I get, and so much more. I realized that I needed to treasure them more.
Putting this into perspective, Iâm really disappointed by the new influx of blogs in the fandoms Iâm in because they donât reblog other peopleâs writing. You can tell if a writerâs here for the fandom experience or if theyâre there for themselves. Truly, thereâs nothing wrong with being here for yourself because the only way to enjoy a fandom experience is to write for yourself and no one else. On the other hand, supporting your fellow writers is another point. The readers can only do so much themselves because they will desperately try to support you in the best way they can. There are only so many of them, and their reblog will only reach short. Donât blame them. Iâm sure there are some readers out there who donât realize that we do this out of our own free time, but there are those who appreciate your writing, so please donât put them on blast when there are other things to consider from this detrimental time.
I was ranting about this to my friends earlier this morning because I had seen a post complaining about the lack of interaction that the blogger had for probably the umpteenth time this week. Why do you think is that? Itâs pretty obvious. In terms of reblogs, a reblog carries more weight if itâs from a blog with 10K followers, not from a reblog blog with 30 followers. If itâs for the aesthetics, fuck them. Itâs you who runs your own blog, sure, but youâre in control of your blog. No oneâs going to judge you for bringing attention to a good fic out there.
This next part is directed toward SFW/minor writers who have been kindly showering my dash with complaints about the lack of interaction they have.
Itâs ironic that minors in these fandoms are the majority on my dash who complain about interaction. Theyâre the ones who drove out people from their blog, and I also know the SFW blogs are bearing the burden of this lack of interaction. Iâve seen a lot of NSFW blogs move to other blogs because of the constant harassment. Strangely enough, SFW/minor blogs never get this harassment because theyâre the ones who target those blogs.
Itâs human psychology to go somewhere secure and safe if you donât feel comfortable. This is why most adults started avoiding SFW blogs in fear that they would be harassed. If they reblogged something to share it with their followers, they would be a âpedophile.â To be honest, I remember that a lot of my reblogs came from NSFWÂ blogs. As a minor myself, I have never initiated contact with an adult in a NSFW manner. However, when I talked with them about other things, they talked about how they enjoyed my writing, not anything NSFW. I talked with them about fandom theories and fandom content. I would share art and fics I found with them through DMs because I was excited to be in a fandom.Â
If you open your mind a little more, you would realize that NSFW blogs actually have a wider and bigger audience than SFW blogs. NSFW blogsâ followers tend to be more interactive than SFW blogs. Itâs because NSFW blogs are guaranteed to produce content that is of a quality that people want to keep coming back for. People follow because they know what theyâre going to get from them. With SFW blogs, itâs harder to say what theyâre going to get. When NSFW blogs reblog SFW blogsâ content, their followers are sure to flock to those recs because theyâre guaranteed a quality that is expected. This interaction shortly stopped because of the SFW blogs harassing them, and of course, they would avoid them. NSFW blogs enjoy SFW content, but if itâs a detriment, theyâll avoid it. NSFW blogs and SFW blogs used to interact freely, but Iâm not sure when this was all forgotten on Tumblr.
A fandom is about support, and frankly, lately these days, it doesnât look like support. It looks like people complaining about their note count; it looks like people getting mad that someone got more notes than them; and it looks like people getting mad that NSFW does better than SFW. I want there to be a fandom where everyone is happy and feel comfortable with sharing content, and everyone can appreciate what theyâve made, so appreciate each other at the very least; donât harass each other. I hope my message reaches you once you understand this.
If youâre a content creator, help each other get the attention you all deserve. Thereâs this saying called you reap what you deserve, and I hope you understand it applies to fandoms. We are what make up a fandom, and we ourselves determine if a fandom dies or not. A fandom wonât die if you support each other. If youâre a reader, youâre doing great! We appreciate every single comment and ask we get, and weâll remember it for life and treasure them and cry over them and so much more.
â In which Shota Aizawa is the adoptive father of Shinso and Eri trying his best to balance his job of being a college professor and a father. What will happen when he starts to fall for Eriâs sweet, caring first grade teacher?
a/n: this is my first ever social media au and Iâm so hyped!! I want to thank @ask-arcana-devil for help with the title. This will be rated 15+ for slight suggestive content/jokes, and toxic (past) relationships.
A/n: I am so so sorry guys for not updating this fic for so long. I got hit by really bad writerâs block for over a month. I had no inspiration and I apologize for that. But Iâm back now and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
âShinsou, Y/n. I need to talk to the both of you before you leave,â Aizawa said.
You took your water bottle away from your mouth, raising your eyebrow at the man. Shinsou also looked up at Aizawa from where he was packing his bag. The two of you shared a slightly confused look before nodding in response.
It had been a couple of weeks since that time you and Shinsou had gone to the cafe. That also means it had been around a month since you began training with him and Aizawa. The two of you had become slightly more comfortable around each other, although it could still be a little awkward at times. While the two of you did text, it was mostly about school or training. You hadnât seen each other outside of school since that day in the cafe.
You had become more familiar with him though. You didnât feel strange greeting him in the morning or making casual conversation when the opportunity presented itself. Your impression of him had continued to change ever since that day he had apologized to you. While he hadnât shared much so far, you did find out about some of his hobbies. Like biking or visiting cat cafes because he liked the kitties. As you discovered new things about him, you couldnât help but want to learn more and more. He intrigued you and you were determined to become closer with your fatherâs protege.
The boys reacting to their s/o telling them sheâs pregnant in a cute way
part 2 to this post
Bakugo Katsuki
Youâd never made it a habit of taking Bakugoâs cellphone without permission, but he couldnât know you were about to download a certain baby app on his phone. It would ruin the surprise.
So one morning while he was showering and getting ready to go into work, you snatched it from its usual spot on the dresser and quickly downloaded it. Thank goodness for fast internet, it only took a couple of seconds.
With your heart beating a mile a minute, you filled out all the necessary info, setting the notifications to go off while he was at home and not at work, and placed the phone back on the dresser.
It all happened in less than 3 minutes but it felt like an hour to you. You didnât really care about getting caught with his phone, but you were really excited to see how the app worked and to see his reaction. So now it was a matter of time.
Which you werenât so patient for...
If those 3 minutes had felt like an hour to you, waiting for him to come back from work felt like a lifetime. You were about to call him just two minutes after the time he usually arrives, but luckily you heard the front door open and rushed over.
You eagerly asked him how his day was, but instead of the usual grunt or one word reply, Bakugo huffed. âIt was alright, but right at 6 my phone started to go off.â
âOh?â Your heart skipped a beat.
âItâs annoying as hell, I canât turn the notifications off because I donât even know what app is sending me all those damn messages!â
âWhat messages?â You couldnât help the smile dancing on your lips now.
âSomething about how many weeks have gone by and shit.â
âWeeks of what? Have you read them?â
âYeah!â
âHave you really read them?â
Bakugo paused for a moment, something clicking in his head. It was obvious you knew something about the notifications he was getting.
Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through them until he got to the first one and started to read them. Thatâs when he froze. The whole house went quiet, as if it could tell he was processing something important.
âAre you serious?â
You nodded.
âWhy did you use a damn app instead of telling me?â He didnât sound angry at all though. Maybe you imagined it, but it actually sounded like his voice cracked a little.
Kaminari Denki
The moment you found out you were pregnant you immediately began racking your brain for a creative way of telling Denki that you were pregnant.
You wanted to do something subtle like putting a bun in the oven and letting him figure it out, but letâs be honest, itâs Denki weâre talking about here... he probably wouldnât get it. So you decided something equally small and cute, but much more in your face. If he didnât get it you were going to be very disappointed.
After getting everything you needed during a trip to the grocery store, you started to get to work. He wouldnât be home for another 2 hours so you had plenty of time.
Youâd bought some yellow âcautionâ tape, a small chalkboard and obviously some chalk as well.
When you both first moved into your current house and saw that there was a spare bedroom, you both agreed itâd double as a game room and study. In the end it ended up more game room than study, but you couldnât complain, you had every other room to yourself.
But now that you guys were going to have a baby, you needed to think about them first, so it was time to say goodbye to the game room.
Setting everything beside you, you replaced the âgame roomâ sign with the chalkboard that now read:
- CAUTION -
Nursery Under Construction
Opening: October
Then you put the yellow tape on the door and smiled proudly to yourself. Now you just had to wait for him to see it.
Luckily you didnât have to wait that long, Denki arrived within the hour and immediately headed towards the room to relax, only to stop dead in his tracks.
You were in the kitchen making dinner when you heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and hall.
âY/N! Y/N! Is it true? Are you pregnant?â
âI am.â You grinned, letting go of the spoon in your hand because you knew what was coming.
Denki ran to you and wrapped you in the tightest hug you had ever received.
âIâm so happy!â
âMe too.â
Shinsou Hitoshi
There was no question about how you were going to let Shinsou know you were pregnant. It was going to be simple and easy, and pretty straightforward but in the best way.
Once it was confirmed you were pregnant, you wanted to be extra sure so you didnât get your hopes up, you ordered the mug online.
It wasnât a fancy mug, but on the inside it said âyouâre going to be a dad!â with hearts and all. Very cute youâd say.
It took 3 days for the mug to arrive and you were careful to keep it from Shinsou until the next morning. Unfortunately it arrived while he was home instead of at the agency, but he was too busy taking a nap to notice when you stepped out to retrieve the small box.
Giddy with excitement you almost dropped it while preparing his coffee, but he didnât comment on it. He probably thought you were just as tired as him, so he gratefully took the mug.
He didnât realize it wasnât his usual mug until he was about halfway done.
âDid you get new mugs?â He looked up to glance at yours and was confused to see you with your usual one.
âNo, just that one. I heard itâs really popular and I want you to only have the best.â You smiled. Not being able to contain the excitement, your smile turned into a grin, which got you a weird look from Shinsou.
âAlright...â
âFrom what I read it has a message or something. I thought it was one of those that changed with heat, but I guess not.â You shrugged and turned around to grab a cookie from the counter, but also so you wouldnât give yourself away.
âHm..â That had grabbed Shinsouâs attention.
It only took a few more minutes for Shinsou to finish his coffee and you didnât even have to turn around to know. Because he started coughing.
âOh my god, are you okay?â You rushed over to help him, but he shook his head.
âIâm fine...â he managed through coughs until he was fine. âDo you know what the mug says?â
âI do.â You nodded slowly, letting him take it in.
âYou sure?â
âYeah. I bought it specifically because of what it says.â
He stared at your for a few seconds, probably trying to wrap his head around it and make sure you werenât playing a trick on him. When he realized you werenât, he smiled.
âWeâre about to lose a lot more sleep.â
You chuckled. âYes we are, but itâll be worth it.â
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âOh god I hope this wasnât a big mistake,â was the only thing running through your head. You and Shinsou were walking down the sidewalk, making your way to the cafe. Shinsou matched your pace which made the trek a little less awkward thankfully. However, you were still panicking slightly on the inside.
Shinsou hadnât said anything since you left the school and the only time you spoke was to give directions. The air was a bit tense but both of you chose to ignore it. You hoped that when the two of you arrived at your destination then a conversation would naturally occur. But, you also had a sinking feeling that you would have to carry said conversation, simply because Shinsou wasnât the social type.Â
Luckily the cafe wasnât too far away from the school and soon enough the building came into sight. You let out a sigh of relief and you pointed at the sign out front. âThere it is,â you told Shinsou. He simply nodded and you walked up to the door. You opened it, a bell chiming as you did, and held the door open for Shinsou behind you.Â