she lived on his street


Originally posted by jeonify

GENRE: noona&youngerboy, smut

BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.

AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think. 

Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit. 

If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some. 

Your pen hangs off of your lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in front of you. He has his face buried between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.

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Damn baby ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard x Anna Maynard X Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1024

Summary: Your Anna’s friend and just turned eighteen. Jack whom you hadn’t seen for two years due to your move to the Caribbean, instantly falls for you. 

Requested: Yes, two requested combined

I’m sorry for not posting, school is a bore and my new job takes up most of the time. I hope you understand :( I had Its Been Years part four done but I have changed my mind on how to write seven times in two weeks, it WILL be up this weekened tho. I know I say i will post but seriously it will be up this weekend.


P.s I aslo found I am 1% of 7 billion people to have differnet coloured eyes, pretty fucking awesome if you asked me.

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“So you travel all the way to London, to and I quote ‘spend time with you’ but your leaving for a girly day with your friend?” Jack questioned his sister who was putting her shoes on. 

“Yes.” Anna huffed looking up at her two older brothers, “I haven’t seen her in two years and it was her birthday six months ago, I haven’t given her presents. She also moved her for uni last month and I haven’t had time to see her.”

“Do we know her?” Conor asked his eyes narrowed as Anna picked up her bag pack. 


“When did you know someone three years older than you?” Jack asked his eyebrows raised.

“She lived across the street from us.”

“Gappy Gabby?” 

“Gappy who? Look, I’m late you I’ll be back in like four hours and I’ll bring her back to the apartment okay? Okay, Bye!” Anna shouted running out of Jack’s apartment.

Conor turns his head towards Jack who was staring dumfounded at the door, “We just got played by our little sister.”

“We taught her well, Jack. We taught her well.”

Jack and Conor were playing Fifa when the door opened and loud laughter filled their ears. “Looks like we are meeting the new friend.” Jack commented waiting for Anna and her friend to walk through the door.

“-babe trust me; the boys are an A plus…” You spoke following her into a room which you guess was the living room. You felt yourself smirk seeing the Maynard brother you had been crushing on since you were kid, have in had an amazing glow up. “…but there was no Jack Maynard on the island.”

Conor and Jack froze in their seats for two different reasons.

For Conor, the girl he counted as his other little had returned back from moving to Caribbean. She had changed a lot and it scared him because if that happened to you in two years, what could happen to his little sister.

For Jack, however, well. The boy thought he had fallen in love. You weren’t chubby, the braces had disappeared, your skin was flawless with a gorgeous brown tan, your body was the perfect hourglass figure and your eyes shined bright.

He wanted you.

He watched as you smirked that gorgeous smirk before speaking, “Well, I was gone for two years and I don’t even get a hug? Shameful.”

Conor was the first to react jumping out his seat laughing, “Y/N it’s been too long!”

“Tell me about it. I missed my Maynard fam.” You pouted hugging the older Maynard, you noticed Jack looking at you in a dazed and mouthed ‘You the most’ with a wink.

Pulling back from your hug with Conor, you opened your arms ready for a hug with Mr. Jack Maynard. He was already stood up so he silently made his way other to you and pulled you into a hug, being the boy he is. He looked down towards your ass and noticed had big it had gotten, groaning he spoke aloud, “Damn baby, you got hot.”

Anna gasped as you pulled away with a confident look, “Thanks papi.”

Anna gasped again in horror and Conor laughed at his brothers face, which looked like he wanted to take you right there. “Can you two stop. I really don’t want my best friend and brother flirting.”

“Sorry babe.” You grinned throwing your arm around her shoulders, “You brother has always been hot as fuck but talk about glow up. Damn papi, you take a hot shot or something?”

Jack looked you up or down smirking, “Me? Baby I think you did. Look at you, you’re fucking gorgeous. ” He moved with his hand to your body.

“I prefer mami but thanks I know I am.” You smirked.

Conor laughed loudly, “I love this new Y/N.”

“I prefer the old one.” Anna grumbled jokingly making the three of you laugh.

Four months later….

“Take me here, right now.” Y/N smirked as she walked in on Jack shirtless doing push ups. Used to Y/N randomly walking into his apartment Jack looked up at her with a smirk before carrying on with his push ups. “Awh, you’re no fun.”

Jack laughed to himself not bothering to look up and pay the girl some attention started doing sit ups but it all stopped when he felt a weight on him stopping him from carrying on. Feeling his skin come in contact with skin leaving him with a burning sensation, he opened his eyes to see the girl that had been teasing him for months on end.

“Now that was rude.” Jack smirked, hands sitting comfortable on your waist. “I was trying to work out.”

“Baby you don’t need to work out, your one sexy motherfucker.” You smiled placing your hands on his chest. 

“I prefer papi but thanks I know I am.” 

You laughed loudly knowing he used the words you had said a couple of months ago, Jack looked up at you lovingly hearing your laugh.

God he loved that laugh.

You quieted down staring back into his eyes, you leaned forward so your nose was touching his. “When are you going to ask me Jack?”

“When am I going to ask you? Well I had this big date planned but since your so impatient.” Jack huffed, rolling his eyes jokingly he smiled. “Will you, Y/F/N, do me the honour of being my girlfriend?”

You laughed softly nodding your head, “Who would say no to a papi like you Maynard?”

Jack laughed before grabbing your face in his hands and crashing his lips into yours. Smiling through the kiss, you couldn’t think about how happy you are moving back to London. Feeling you smile, Jack smiled too knowing he was truly happy with you.

However, your little make out session came crashing down when to voices where heard through the apartment.

“WHOO, that’s my bro.”

“No. No, no. Y/N! Why! Why damn it!”

Laughing you carried on kissing Jack but both of your stuck you middle fingers in the air, to piss them off. It was silent for a while and both you and Jack thought they had left but…

“Okay but really cut it the fuck out, we brought pizza.”

Always There

Characters: Misha Collins, Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Danneel Ackles, unnamed OCs (brief mentions)

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Mention of kids bullying, mention of selfharm, Cockles friendship (I feel that should be a warning ;)).

Wordcount: 2300ish

A/N: Okay so I have written Misha for a few aesthetics before but this is my first one shot for him. It was terrifying cause the dude is not all that easy to write. Feedback is much appreciated.

This fic is inspired by Ronan Keating’s I won’t last a day without you.

Thank you so so much to the extraordinary @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me. I am lucky to have you as an editor and friend hun!


Misha had found a quiet spot in the hotel, a closet really. He was sitting on top of a few buckets surrounded by brooms and dusters, but he was alone. There was noone around him to talk to him or ask him questions. There was just him, a pen, a piece of paper, and the thought of you.

He stared at the blank piece of paper, trying to decide what he wanted to say. He was not used to planning like this. He usually just said what came to mind, but he wanted this to be perfect. Misha raised the pen and pressed it to the paper but thought better of it. It wasn’t that he had nothing to say, it was that he had too much.

Where did he even begin describing how much you meant to him? How he wouldn’t last a day without you? Not even now.

Misha closed his eyes and thought back to the day he had first seen you. 6 year old Misha had been hanging upside down when a feisty 5 year old girl had appeared. He remembered seeing the horror on her face when she saw the scene before her. At first he thought the expression was directed at him, the small weird looking boy, and that you were going to start laughing. That you were going to enjoy the torment the two slightly older boys were inflicting on the small boy in worn out clothes that were too big for his tiny frame. She hadn’t laughed.

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Since I posted those Shepard twins edits I guess I could share some of my Shepard Twins AU headcanons:

  • Jane is an Infiltrator and John is a Vanguard yet they work together so well and no one can understand how
  • the reason only John is a biotic is because he had a secondary eezo exposure
  • after the exposure he became very sick and Jane was freaking out because she didn’t know what to do(they were living on the street) but she never left his side and took care of him
  • John would always stay by Jane’s side whenever she has period cramps, he even bought her a super comfy warm blanket which she likes to wrap around
  • Jane has natural brown hair in this AU and when they were both in their “rebellious teenager” phase Jane dyed her hair red, John was laughing at her at first so she punched him and broke his nose. Later John admitted that the color suits her so she still dyes her hair red
  • some of their crew don’t understand how they are “humanity’s best soldiers” when they still wrestle and fight over food like children
  • they were once dating the same guy which they didn’t know about, but when they started talking about him they realized they were being cheated on by him - they beat the crap out of him
  • they sometimes say things in unison without realizing it
  • they annoy the crew by singing Disney songs(though some of them just pretend they’re being annoyed by their singing)
  • some people think they hate each other because they insult each other which is not true because they simply mock each other in a friendly manner
  • they often do drinking contest at parties to find out which of them is more of a lightweight, but none of them won it’s always a tie
  • Jane is more extroverted while John is introverted even if he doesn’t seem like it, it just takes more time for him to warm up to new people
  • some people think just because they’re twins they’re rivals, but that isn’t true they always work together despite their differences
  • though they do have some sibling fights, but they always apologize and talk it out

Called out a friends cheating ex-wife to her Sugar Daddy.

I have a friend who recently divorced his cheating wife of 10yrs. She still lives in the house he bought with his earnings right across the street from us. Even when they were together I never liked her, but her husband became quick friends with my husband and I when they moved in.

She never hid her cheating and used her husbands 15 hour shifts as her “whore around” time. Different cars parked in front of the house all night only to disappear 10min before her husband got home. He soon found out and she was the one who demanded a divorce while he wanted marriage counseling. Fine. If you don’t live someone then you don’t live them. He moved out and left her the house and his beloved dogs that weren’t allowed at his new apartment complex.

Immediately she acquired a “sugar daddy” to help pay the mortgage and bills, but she still had a slew of lovers, each having a particular night of the week to stay over. It’s like a one woman brothel over there, I swear. Now her driveway goes around to the back of the house so we can’t always see whose parked there (sometimes they’ll park on the street). For whatever crazy reason she believed my husband and I still liked her (we never did in the first place but she thought we did).

The other day I was outside retrieving some things from our car when she comes out with her “sugar daddy” to see him to his car. I recognized him, but obviously she didn’t know that. She brought him across the street and said “Hey! DeaditeQueen I want to introduce you to my boyfriend!”. At that moment I switched off my brain filter.

“Oh. Hi! Nice to meet you. Forgive me, but are you the boyfriend with the Benz, the silver pick up, the black pick up, that Rusty Toyota or the silver Expedition? I get you guys all mixed up!”

Without another word I went back inside, watched them fight for about 5 minutes before he (and her bill money) sped off into the distance. Called her ex and he’s insisting on buying me a steak dinner next week!

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Like, the Bandit King has never really had a family. She was an orphan (to her knowledge) who grew up on the streets of the Warlord city. Bah was her childhood friend, yes, but she was too mistrustful to stay with his family so the streets was where she lived. For most of her life, it was just about her and her alone and nothing else really mattered, honestly.

When she left and became the Bandit King, suddenly she had a family to look after and protect. Suddenly it was no longer about her-she becomes a number three priority in her life, with her family now number one and the men and women who follow her number two. She has people who count on her now and its a scary, amazing, feeling and she doesn’t want to give it up. She doesn’t want to give them up. 

So no matter the risk, she will do whatever it takes to protect them. 

Steve’s always loved to draw. When he was little, he would sit in a corner of the hospital - too sick to stay home, he was always too sick - and one of the nurses would give him old records to scribble across, an old pencil stub tugged like magic from behind a doctor’s ear.

He could always find a pencil, or a bit of charcoal - sat by the stove on cold winter nights and sketched summer onto their pitted, wood floors. Bucky kept hinting about art school (picked up the habit from Sarah Rogers, both of them talking like Steve might live past twenty five), but Steve had different dreams.

It took awhile, after the serum, to relearn how to hold a pencil in his suddenly thick hands, but Steve needed to be able to write Bucky letters, to promise that he was okay and hadn’t done anything too stupid. (Bucky never got them, pointless reassurances to a man trapped in hell; and Steve hadn’t seen them again until 2013 in the back rooms of a museum that echoed like a tomb.) Steve drew pin-up girls for the Commandos, bomber planes and city streets when they felt nostalgic for home. He drew the sharpening lines of Bucky’s face, the uneven beginnings of a beard on his cheek, all the wreckage of Bucky’s scars that promised he was wounded but still alive.

Steve didn’t start working in color until after the ice. Pepper - trying to be helpful - forced Tony to teach Steve how to take still pictures from old movies (classic films, spotted and unspooling and fresh in Steve’s mind from the cinema three years before), compiled an enormous folder filled with pictures of Brooklyn, of tenements and trolleys and boys playing ball in an abandoned yard. They were all in shades of gray, washed out and frozen in time.

He taped them to his walls, laid the city out as best he could - streets and homes and the church where he had taken First Communion, where the priest had prayed over Sarah Rogers’s cold body and ashen face - and stared at them for hours from his bed. When he finally fell asleep (finally woke up home, Brooklyn like it was meant to be), Mrs. Santorini smiled at him, her teeth white and her red lipstick a slash of gray, the puff of her hair white without the yellow tinge she claimed came from eating lemons as a girl.

The first time Fury broke into Steve’s apartment, he slipped on the layers of Brooklyn - red brick and wood painted blue and green and yellow, pink sandstone and brown streets and boys with flushed cheeks and dirt smudged over their nose, caked into the palms of their grubby hands - and nearly hit his knees on the hardwood floors.

“What the hell is this?” Fury grumbled, flourishing a handful of drawings in Steve’s face (careful not to crumple them, Steve startled to find a SHIELD tech at his doorstep a week later, machine in hand to colorize old photographs, to scan drawings and sharpen them until they looked like a movie still of the world Steve had lost).

“Brooklyn,” Steve answered, and smoothed a hand across the wrinkled edges of Bucky’s face, blue and brown and pink and tan and streaks of Irish red in his hair. When he went to sleep that night, Bucky smiled at him, teeth white, stubble shaded in patches of black against pale, colorless eyes, the ashen flush on his cheeks, the wreckage of his scars in shades of gray.

Baby, Will You Marry Me?

Summary: Growing up is hard, especially when you love your big brother’s best friend.  Dean Winchester is that best friend. He’s watched you grow up, let you tag along with him and Cas. Through the years, you develop a crush on Dean and that turns into love. Will Dean ever see you as more than Cas’s little sister?
Characters:  Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1987
Warnings: language
A/N:This is part eight of my new series Don’t Take the Girl.  I’m in the middle of a Dean Crisis! And this idea just popped into my head, it will be a nine part series. The whole thing has already been outlined and titled. Okay the medical stuff is something that I googled, it isn’t mentioned in great deal yet, but it will be, so all mistakes will be mine.
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“Are you as excited as me?” you asked Dean.

“Sweetheart you have no idea,” Dean chuckled. He wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your head.

“Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, the doctor will see you now.”

Two Years Ago

You and Dean had been together for over three years now. There had been plenty of ups and downs in the relationship right from the beginning. The decision to move to Stanford and attend school had been the hardest. Dean wanted you to go, he didn’t want you to miss out on such a great opportunity. You wanted to stay with him not wanting to waste another minute without him.

The two of you finally came to a compromise, that included him coming to visit every other month, video calls at least once a week, and split holidays. You, Sam and Charlie had found a small house to rent so none of you had to live in the dorms. Dean would never admit it but he actually felt better knowing that Sammy was down the hall if you ever needed anything.

Finally after four long years of studying you were graduating from college. Your parents and Cas would be flying out the following week for the ceremony and then you would drive back to Kansas. Dean was arriving later tonight to help you start to pack and to give you and him some much needed alone time. You had to work the evening shift at the school library so Sam and Charlie were picking Dean up. You left a sweet note on your pillow and hurried out the door.

“C’mon Sammy take me to the library, I’ve missed my girl!” Dean begged.

Sam chuckled, “You are so whipped, dude. I never thought I’d see the day that my big brother would want to go to a library.”

“Give the guy a break, Sammy. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to take him there. Might just be what Seth needs to see,” Charlie said from the backseat.

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anonymous asked:

kageyama ☾★☠▼ൠ

☾ - sleep headcanon

+ he starts out sleeping on his back, kind of looking prim and proper, but he definitely ends up on his stomach curled around a pillow beneath him. if there are no extra pillows he ends up hugging the one under his head and burying his face into it.

★ - sad headcanon

+ he hates how silence his house is at night that sometimes he waits up, lying in bed, until he can hear one of his parents open and shut the front door when they arrive. he actually sleeps the best at training camp because of how “noisy” everyone is around him, whether it’s tanaka snoring or hinata’s blankets constantly shuffling - whatever. this is also why he doesn’t mind falling asleep in class.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

+ he’s definitely punched some walls. that last year in junior high, I’m sure he’s spent some time in the teacher’s office waiting for a parent to pick him up because he damaged school property in his frustration.

▼ - childhood headcanon

+ he really liked spending time with the obaa-chan who lived on his street!! he didn’t realize that she wasn’t his actual grandma until his family was invited to her house for a going away party (like she was leaving and moving back in with family) and she introduced him to her actual grandchildren.

ൠ - random headcanon

+ I wanna think that Kageyama was the one who approached Kunimi and Kindaichi to become friends!! so that’s why they - especially Kindaichi - take it really hard when he becomes the way he does at the end of junior year. they feel the burn of resentment and betrayal from someone they were supposed to have really good memories with.

MariChat Week: Day 1 - Secret Dating

I’m late. I know this. I’m gonna post this thing I popped out of my brain in an hour and just leave it in the hopes that you’ll enjoy it while I work on Day 2. I may continue this in later prompts or just on its own, but here it is. Please know I didn’t read this over so I’m sorry for any errors. 

Summary: Alya has noticed that her best friend is acting differently than usual, and she is going to get to the bottom of it. 

               Alya stared long and hard at her best friend sitting next to her doodling in her sketchbook. Marinette had been much happier as of late, and while normally this wouldn’t bother Alya, her friend seemed skittish every time she mentioned this sudden change in attitude. To top it all off, her friend who had been fawning over the boy sitting in front of her for the better part of the year started to almost ignore him completely.

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if you’re going to write dark harry (or a “dark” plot with any idolized male), please write about him not being able to sleep without a nightlight, or something that isn’t nearly as terrifying as him throwing around a female and controlling whom she sees and whom she speaks to, what she wears; going as far as taking her from where she lives or off the streets to keep her secluded within his home and locking her up or something just as equally insane; slapping her around; and manipulating the deranged relationship to the point where she goes back to him through whatever because he “protects” her and “loves” her.

because when you mix romance with mental, emotional, and physical abuse, you – as a writer – are choosing to mark that impression of morbid passion into a very young, very impressionable, teen’s mind. and the scariest thing to witness is a writer who doesn’t understand or realize the damage they can do with one sentence, one little phrase – phrases about how he loves her, how he’s only doing what he’s doing because he cares about her and wants the best for her. that’s manipulative abuse you’re portraying to young women.

and the worst part is, there is a high potential that when one of those girls grows up to be a woman, in the back of her head, something is going to be triggering the thoughts that it’s okay if a man in her life does that to her: hits her, shoves her around, is possessive and aggressive, “protective” of her in ways where she can barely speak to other men or another human being, only to go back and tell her he loves her, because she read your story about her favorite celebrity. because she read even the tiniest of sentences that you produced when you condoned, either subtly or indefinitely, the romanticized ideals of abuse. and that’s nasty.

I just want to document...

All the small things Jen and Josh have revealed in the last 24 hours:

1. That she, Josh and Liam hang out often. So often but we never see it so clearly they have not been apart

2. Jen got Josh a drone helicopter for his birthday. Which means she saw him on or around his birthday

3. They live down the street from each other. So obvious they can see each other without pap invasion whenever (and they clearly do so already)

4. They hung out with Daniel Radcliffe the other day. So Joshifer + Daniel Radcliffe is enough to kill me 

5. Josh clearly gave Jen strep. She didn’t have it before she saw him. And they took care of each other during the illness. 

6. They clearly share A LOT. Spinach smoothie in the morning. Pizza nights. McDonald runs. So a lot of downtime (sounds like a certain list right?)

Feel free to add as we go. I’m too busy spiraling to document properly. We’ve gotten more stories in the last 24 hours than we did during the entire CF promotion. I think they are trying to kill us


In all the time [Jean Valjean] spent at Toulon he only once heard any word of his sister. It was, I believe, towards the end of the fourth year of his captivity. How the news reached him, I do not know. Someone who had known them back home had seen his sister. She was in Paris. She lived in a back street near St-Sulpice, Rue du Gindre. She had only one child with her, a little boy, the youngest. Where were the other six? She herself may not have known. Every morning she went to a printing works at 3 Rue du Sabot where she was a sheet-folder and -stitcher. She had to be there at six in the morning, well before daylight in winter. In the same building as the print shop was a school and to this school she took her little boy, who was seven years old. But as she started at the printer’s at six and the school did not open until seven, the child had to wait an hour in the courtyard for the school to open – an hour out in the open in winter! They would not let the child come into the print shop because he got in the way, they said. Those on their way to work in the morning would see this poor little creature sitting on the pavement, unable to stay awake, and often sleeping in the dark, hunkered down and bent over his lunch-box. When it rained an old woman, the doorkeeper, would take pity on him and let him into her cubicle that contained only a pallet, a spinning-wheel and two wooden chairs, and the little one would sleep there in a corner, hugging the cat for warmth. At seven o’clock the school opened and he would go in. This is what Jean Valjean was told. Someone spoke of it one day: it was momentary, a brief flash, like a window suddenly opened on the fate of his loved ones, then everything closed up again. That was the last he ever heard of them.

[First picture: Rue du Gindre photographed from the Rue Madame. Second picture: Rue du Sabot photographed from the Rue Neuve-Saint-Guillemin. Both by Charles Marville c. 1865.]

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Lara was just sweeping in front of the shop. It was a quiet day…Not even many customers…Which Lara was partially grateful for and partially worried about since they sort of relied on that income to live…When she saw the other coming down the street she smiled. 

“Hi there. Back again I see…” She greeted, having no idea the other knew about the back room. 

[The following post is intracommunity and not to be liked or reblogged by non-East Asian people.]

East Asian men can absolutely perpetuate and have yellow fever.

I knew a Korean girl who was dating a black guy and every time she walked to his house, the Korean guy who lived on the same street as her boyfriend would open his window and scream things like “g–k bitch” and “stop dating that n—– and find yourself a real Korean guy” implying himself. He’d make sexual comments about her body if she wore anything “provocative” then tell her to have more self respect. Eventually he started following her down the street to her boyfriend’s house and would scream racial slurs and sexual comments outside his house. He found out where she lived and would pound on her window at all hours of night berating her for dating a black guy. She went to his parents and when his dad opened the door, he said something along the lines of “you’re as beautiful as my son says you are” and then proceeded to try to convince her to date the boy who’d been consistently harassing her for months. She eventually broke up with her boyfriend because she was really afraid for his safety, but they got back together in college (when this guy wasn’t around to harass them). However, as she told me this story, she remarked that most E Asian people supported her when they thought the man harassing her was white, but told her she should’ve “given him a chance” when they learned he was Korean like her.

The reason I shared this experience was to give an example of an E Asian man with “yellow fever” (hopefully I expressed that clearly).

In my experience, E Asian men are ones least likely to listen to E Asian women when it comes to yellow fever, and I really wish they’d shut up about it and listen to E Asian women and their experiences. Even if they get it right, it has that aura of being talked down too.

fun fact:
one time me and my friend were watching a documentary on ivan milat that serial killer from sydney and the whole time she kept saying how familiar the name sounded and i was like yah he’s been all over the news? then at the end she was like “oH no I remember i used to live on his street when I was little, he was really nice” and I was like exCUSE ME