I don't understand what you mean when you say "there are two of us and we aren't affiliated with weeaboo stories in any way"?

this blog has two mods (both of whom are full time college students, one of whom is employed, which is why this blog doesnt update as often as it used to). neither of us are, or are affiliated with, rune-midgarts, who ran the old weaboostories blog a few years back (although she did, hilariously, try to get us to shut this blog down when we first started it up).

So, a couple of months ago, I took my nine-year-old cousin to a convention near her town. We had spent the past year making her a lolita dress based around a strawberry-chocolate cake, and she was really excited to show it off to people. And, to keep her company in her dress, I would be wearing my own lolita dress, only my dress was steampunk themed and I was wearing a long brown wig.

It was really great, and she had a lot of fun seeing people she knew from video games and talking to them, and lots of people asked for pictures of the two of us, and it was a really fun day for me.

That is, until about half way through.

I was talking to a couple of people in silent hill costumes while my cousin was in the toilet, when I felt something tugging on my dress. I turned around to see a girl dressed in some Madoka Magica costume (although it didn’t really fit her very well…) and she was tugging on my dress pretty hard. I asked her to stop, since I wasn’t sure how strong the stitching on my dress was, but she just giggled and called me ‘tsundere’. I was getting pretty irritated at her, and her hands were traveling higher and higher, until I had to grab her hands and push her away slightly. By then, she was getting pretty upset, and she was pushing onto me, and even though I’m pretty fit and I work out a lot, she was pushing me into the wall and I was getting a bit freaked out.

Luckily, one of the nurses I was talking to had gone to tell security there and the Vincent there was pulling her back and told her told her to leave me alone. Of course, she started crying and ran away, but I was glad she was gone. The rest of the people I was talking to calmed me down, and my cousin finally came out the toilet so I could finally walk away from there.

I don’t think I’ll be going to any conventions anytime soon, that experiance shook me up.


When I was in school I worked at a Chinese and Japanese buffet near my hometown. We have traditional Asian options, as well as some American foods, like chicken nuggets and French fries. And, since I worked there almost everyday from the end of school to closing all week, I’ve seen my fair share if weeaboos. But I’ve never really seen some quite as extreme as this.

They paraded into the buffet, took one look around, and screamed “Kawaii!” or “Sugoi!” The group qA wearing cat ears or anime shirts. They reached the counter and began flustering over my fellow cashier and I, calling us “smexy”. I politely asked what table they would like and one of them, a younger girl, asked me “Can you ask us in Japanese?” I told them that I spoke little Japanese myself and I was given weird looks and glares. Eventually we sorted everything out and the other cashier showed them to their table.

Eventually they were at the counter dishing their food. They all chose items like sushi and ramen, and all was going well until one of the men reached the chicken nuggets and screeched “What is this!?” I told him that we offered many different types of food and he gave me a disgusted look.

Eventually they were back at their table and were talking loudly about their anime and manga, going on and on about how sexy a certain character was or how yuri or yaoi a couple was. Multiple times my coworkers told them to settle down and behave more peacefully, as they were getting more graphic and there were families around.

They finished their meals and instead of leaving they decided to run around the buffet and act out their favorite anime scenes, which included throwing plates at eachother and a male trying to “make yaoi” with a coworker who was cleaning the men’s bathroom. My coworkers and I got fed up and tried to get them to leave, which ended in total disaster. Some of the group began to attack some workers, while others went into the kitchen and other areas of the building and screamed at everyone for being “untraditional” and “a danger to Japanese culture”. We eventually got them out of the restaurant, locking all the doors because the group kept trying to get back in, and told the families that we alerted the police and to remain calm. Of course the police came and took the group away and they were charged with practically everything under the sun, and I left the job soon after that.

Hey guys, this is just a quick reminder to read the submission guidelines before submitting. There are a few problems i keep seeing over and over in the inbox. For example, the story I just posted, PLEASE remember that naming multiple people in your story with just a single letter like A or K is really confusing. Just come up with a fake name for people so that it’s easier to read.

Also please don’t fat shame in your submissions. Being fat has nothing to do with a persons weeaboo status. I used to just edit them out but at this point I’m just straight up not gonna post your story because you’re rude and that’s unnecessary.


There’s a guy on my college campus— we’ll call him K— who is 23 and the most aggressive weeaboo I have ever met. Though he’s not actually a student, he’s on campus most weekdays, and he hangs out where I usually do, in an area towards the back of one of the cafeteria’s that residents call Nerdtown. Nerdtown consists of a bunch of comfy armchairs and a few round booths surrounding a carpeted area with wall outlets. People who hang out there usually have their computers hooked up, studying, working on projects, or, more often than not, gaming. There’s always card games like League of Legends or Cards Against Humanity going on, and we generally have a good time. Most days, K is pretty chill, and we even have fun conversations occasionally.

K, like I said, is 23, a bit on the short side, and sort of… well, smelly. His breath stinks, and he wears the same few anime t-shirts over and over— and I don’t think he he always washes them. I’ve been friends with plenty of smelly people, so I tend to ignore it and just avoid getting close enough to smell.

I am a lesbian, and I’m not subtle about it. I tend to project as the stereotypical butch, and some days I even get mistaken for a guy, which doesn’t bother me in the least. I also have a girlfriend I’ve been with for two years, and I talk about her enthusiastically quite regularly. The first time I did around K, his reaction was almost comedic. His eyes bulged, he reeled back, and I swear to god, he did an actual double-take. And then he asked, breathing heavily, “Wait, you’re LESBIAN?!” He was really loud. A lot of heads turned. I just sort of nodded. “Uh… Yeah. I thought everyone knew that already.” Again, I have all the subtlety of a brick to the head. Apparently, he didn’t. And he’s treated me differently ever since. Every time I talk about my girlfriend when he’s around, he gets this creepy smile on his face and hisses out, “Yuuuuriiiii.”

It only got worse when he realized he already knew my girlfriend, M. She’s an amazing artist, and often attends cons all over the country with her art mentor, A, to make a little extra cash, considering she goes to a pretty expensive art school on scholarship. K recognized her from a couple local cons when I invited her to campus on Valentine’s Day. Now, creepers are par for the course with M. She’s incredibly pretty, and when she’s working cons, she dresses up in flashy corsets and bright makeup, which people seem to take as consent to be pervy fuckers. K is one of those pervy fuckers, apparently. The entire time M was with me, he sat really close, kept trying to horn in on our conversations, and when I pulled her into my lap for some long overdue cuddles, he did his creepy “Yuuuuriiiii” thing.

It hasn’t stopped either. I like to draw, and I like to draw naked people, so sue me. Whenever he wants to see what I’m drawing, if it’s anything sexy, he gets creepy. If it’s a woman, he hangs over my shoulder and breathes heavily. If it’s a guy, he acts personally victimized and shrieks and acts totally disgusted.

I can’t even hug my female friends without him flipping out about “yuri.” And to be honest, I’m getting real fucking sick of it, but if I call him out on it, suddenly I’m the biggest bitch to ever bitch, so I tend to just quietly tell him off if he’s getting on my nerves. He goes off and sulks for a while, but comes back a little while later like nothing happened.

Claire and Kennedy

(DISCLAIMER: This is a story my friend told me after she went to a con)

So my friend went to an anime con a while ago and brought some cosplay of Haruhi in Ouran Host Club and a rin wig and outfit, she isn’t a weeabo but she does love to cosplay.

She went over to some booths to buy some t-shirts as a gift to me and she was in her Haruhi cosplay. Two girls that I will call Kennedy and Claire walked up dressed in some Hitachin twin cosplay. As soon as they saw it was Haruhi cosplay they tried dragging her away as she was paying for the t-shirts. She then told them to stop so she could pay, once she got the bag she got pulled away to another booth filled with Ouran Host club things.

They both said simultaneously “Buy this stuff for us baka!” She then told them to please back off since she wouldn’t do it.

"Fine I guess we’ll have to take you away then!" They tried picking her up, then Kennedy said "We can go back to the hotel and have a threesome!" At this point she was pissed and freaked out so she slapped one of them and called guards, she didn’t see them the rest of the day luckily.

Day 2 at the con she found an old friend of hers who was cosplaying len and that day she put on her rin costume since the Haruhi one smelled gross after being dragged around by rotten potato people. Once they started talking, Kennedy ran over and hid behind someone whisper something then ran away to Claire. They then both came over and yelled “YAY INCEST <3333333.” and before she could say anything they both said “OMG ITS YOU FROM YESTERDAY” and they squealed so loudly. At this point the old friend, lets call him Same. So Same at this point tried to sneak away with my friend. But then Kennedy tackled me down to the ground and Claire got Len and said. “Maybe we could have a harem <3333.” Luckily more security came and tore them off. She left the Con after that day and didn’t see Kennedy and Claire again.

Thank God.

You know, now you are just posting stories written by weeaboos about other weeaboos.

we’re all weeaboos here. i’m a weeaboo. you’re a weeaboo. you must be, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here

Cosplay does not equal consent. EVER!!!

One time I was cosplaying America from Hetalia and was with my three friends, a China, a Russia, and a Wales at Momocon. It was only my second con ever and my first time at Momocon. We were int he Dealer’s Room and it was the Saturday or Sunday, I don’t remember, it’s been a while. My America cosplay was make-shifted because I was too broke to buy the actual cosplay. I didn’t care and was greatly enjoying myself.

Our Russia and Wales got distracted by a DVD vender leaving just me and China together wondering the huge Dealer’s Room. A guy dressed in normal clothes walked up to me and asked for my photograph. I smiled and posed. Afterwards, we got talking. Keep in mind, I was still new to the con environment. He asked me to if the wig was my real hair and I said no and took off my wig. I had my hair up in a bun under the wig and he said I looked pretty. I’m not big on large crowds and strange people so I just said thank you and started backing away with China.

He asked me to come with him to his hotel room and I turned him down. He asked a couple more times and again, I said no. China dragged me away but he followed us. He started touching me and China had to help get us out of that area and back to Russia and Wales. We were only at the DVD stand for a few seconds when arms suddenly wrapped around my shoulders and a mouth pressed against my neck and whispered, “Hey babe, missed you.”

Needless to say, I freaked out. Thankfully, China, Russia, and Wales were able to use their ninja skills and whisk me away. I never saw that guy again. I’m insanely glad I have such amazing friends.

Cosplay does NOT equal consent. EVER!!!

Being Asian Is Dangerous

Story of middle school. I had long-ish hair that I would sometimes put in a side ponytail. I would have normal clothes also. One day, I was actually running a bit late to class and there were 2 or 3 girls staring at my on the other side of the hall way. I kept running to class and ignoring them when one of them started screaming “CHINA ARU!” and then running after me. She then tackled me to the ground and my folder threw up its contents. The bell rang, so I was late too. As I collided with the floor, the sounds of my hip, elbows, and legs hitting the floor were heard through out the hall way. I was ok, but….really?