#YOUR APP WAS FLAWLESS OK

[annievrse]

boyfriend!gojo

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons a/n: haahahahahahahahahhahahhahah.............

bf!gojo loves when you scratch him behind the ear like a damn cat

bf!gojo gives you 6 wet willies a day

bf!gojo is not allowed a pet because he wanted to cuddle with the fish yuuta got him……

bf!gojo goes on runs (i’m talking like 25km at once because he has so much energy all the time) and he wears singlets

bf!gojo begs for a sip of your drink because “it’s looks so much more delicious than his” so you let him and he drinks the whole thing :/

bf!gojo keeps track of everything you’ve ever said in his notes app so he doesn’t forget anything because his mind is going 2752 miles an hour, every hour, everyday

bf!gojo hums to himself 24/7 (mostly your favourite songs that are stuck in his head or, the most random songs that he’s only heard 24 seconds of thanks to yuuji & his giant fuck off speaker)

bf!gojo has a collection of sunglasses and puts them on you when he’s bored because he loves how cute you look in them

bf!gojo makes you brush his teeth when he’s being a little baby bitch & god forbid you don’t want his oral health to go to shit

i believe bf!gojo takes his shirt off and starts flexing obnoxiously if you say anything about how good he’s been looking lately (like he doesn’t look good all the time……), especially in the living room because “the lighting is better in here”

bf!gojo teleports to the shower (while you’re in it 😐) (“omg this isn’t the kitchen?????”)

bf!gojo loves when you wash his hair (when you’re in the shower together, he just tilts his head back and waits silently, sometimes shaking his hair when you take too long to realise)

bf!gojo watches you sleep and before you start omg ann that is creepy….. he has lost many people ok, gojo will do anything and everything in his power to make sure you don’t join that list, and if watching you sleep soundly helps him avoid a spiral, then let him be

bf!gojo allows you remove his blindfold to wash it because i know that thing is gross (smells citrus-y because other detergents make him feel sick (read: baby with fragrance sensitivity))

bf!gojo hates having his feet touched and will fight anyone who comes close to them

bf!gojo holds your hand every chance he gets, and plays with your fingers (cracking them even though it’s bad!!) like they’re fidget toys 😭

bf!gojo likes to be pampered by you (e.g. eyebrows plucked, non-existent beard shaved, face mask = on, skin = flawless & smooth)

bf!gojo invites all his students over for dinner every sunday and you all cook together (turns into cooking competitions: yuuta always wins & yuuji always complains for an entire week after saying he cheated (until the next week where it happens all over again))

bf!gojo cannot keep his mouth shut to save his life, but he will when you’re doing something that requires silence because he likes to watch you in such a way (reading, meditating, whatever you want; you are the only one who he will willingly shut the fuck up for <3)

[dolene]

OH SO DRAMATIC!

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: who knows that his crush over a girl can lead to this?

content warnings: her face claim is keilani lizbeth, britcedes moment, dramatic george, silly concept, cursing, bad summary because i can't summarize this😭

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“enough with scrolling through her posts and fantasizing about it everyday, mate. it's not healthy if you do this everyday.” lewis chuckled, patted his teammate's back as george just rolled his eyes at him.

“so, who's this girl?” he continues when he finally found his spot to sit on. his brows going up and down to sign him that he's intrigued. “my friend...? no—i mean we're not. but i've already hit her on instagram, and she responded. she's quite cute, i guess?”

“you guess? ” he arched one brow at him, clearly not impressed with his answer.

he scoffed, “so what am i going to do, then? asking her to go out with me and embarrass myself even more?”

“wait, you have embarrass yourself before?” lewis's smile becoming wider now and george is growing more irritated at his amusement over his miserable state. “you're not helping!” he groans, his phone on his hand is still showing your recent post with his comment being displayed on the very top.

he already imagined the worse when he knew lewis know about his infatuation towards you. from the constant teasing, to the point where he imagined that you'll be embarrassed to have him as your boyfriend. it's making him crazy.

DING! the phone on his hand buzzed as it let out a loud notification sound, making lewis showed his smile once again at him.

he too can't lie that he had put his expectation to the very top, praying that you'll notice or for at least liking his comment to even show that you know him. he is that desperate.

he sighed, whispering to lewis, “d'you think this is the time?”

“at what time?” lewis asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“time for her to answer my comment," george beamed and lewis rolled his eyes

“you're very dramatic. just open your phone and see what she replies. or likes, or whatever, the important thing is just open it first!”

“okay, okay, relax.” he said as he take a deep breath, as if he wants to do something fairly dangerous when lewis is just watching him doing all of these long steps, making him snatched the phone from his hand, making george let out a ‘hey’ as lewis snatched the phone.

  ⤷ yourusername georgerussell63 Damn, I shouldn't put that face on if i knew you'd see.

lewis being the one who sees the notification first is glaring at the text, making george curious and ended up taking back his phone from lewis's hand.

“mate, she replied to your comment,” lewis said, eyes still wide even after the phone has been taken from his hand. by hearing that, george with his dramatic nature can't help but to sigh at his saying: “yeah right, shakira also replied to me.” which makes lewis shakes his head, “that's irrelevant, dude.” he light slapped his shoulder at the end, making george huff a breath after the direct slap at his shoulder.

“oh just open it!” lewis exclaimed, his tone becoming impatient now. his patience has coming thin because of george and he'll definitely going to blame george if their relationship won't work at the end.

so he opened the app after him, and checked the notification center and found your username with his mentioned. upon seeing that, he can't help but to shriek at lewis who's near him, causing him to closed his eyes at the loudness of george's shriek.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! SHE REPLIED!” making lewis smiled at george, patting him by the back which lead their bro-embrace. “happy for you, mate.” lewis replied to him and he nod at him with the smile is still visible in his face.

“so now go and get her.”

“i will, surely.”

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yourusername If I told you that I crashed for a bit, I hope you believe me.

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georgerussell63 YOU HAD A WHAT?!

georgerussell63 Y/N ANSWER THE PHONE

georgerussell63 ANSWERRRR

username Omg George relax pls

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  ⤷ username BF GEORGE CONFIRMED?

  ⤷ daniel3.jpg he's having too much evidence, i fear that i think about it too.

  ⤷ username RIIIGHTT???

yourusername I'm okay Y'all, George is being dramatic again, but I swear I'm okay.

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sure george has your number on his phone by now, thanks to all of his (and lewis's) effort of bribing your best friend to even told him to hit you up by himself, and fortunately it works.

and hit you up he did. starting up strong with a simple hi, then you answered, and the rest is history. he liked every topic you brought up, and vice versa. or at least that's what he thought.

but for today's situation is quite different from the previous day where he can still share a bit of a videos with you, you said your goodbye for a while as he sim race, and then his phone ring from the instagram notification he has for you.

but that time he doesn't really mind that, thinking that it just probably sort of a promotion notification from an app or something, but then after a few while he checked and found it was your new post: truth be told that he put the brightest smile on his face, excited to see your newest post.

oh how the table have turn, and as if it hit him, his face changed 180° to worry;

yourusername If I told you that I crashed for a bit, I hope you believe me.

he knows that you can't drive, so why bother to even know what's going to happen with you and a car?

his mind is going crazy, how come did you even manage to post that on instagram if you had a little crash?

so he called you, missed call. try to call you again, missed call again. and so on until he thought that he have called you for the 50th times until he commented under your post to answer his call. not caring about anything what people are going to say about him.

the rest of his 25 minutes he spent to think about you and your well-being, and it's totally payed off when you called him, facetiming on the ER. with your face looking as chill as ever with a bandage on the some sorts of your body, and then him with his face looking like he's ready to jump whenever he's ready.

“hey.” you greet, camera showing the bandage that covered the half of your lower body.

“HEY?! WHAT D'YOU MEAN BY HEY?” he squeaked, his voice pitchy like he's just swallowed a rubber duck before he's talking to you. “what happened there?”

“just a scratch, nothing more.” you shrugged slowly, your body's still rigid after they gave you antiseptic to clean the scratch.

“if you concerned, trust me that i'm okay.” but he shakes his head, “you shouldn't get near into the driving seat!” he said, voice cracking a little bit, sounded like he's in the bridge of tearing up.

“i should've had a better driving instructor,”

“DRIVING INSTRUCTOR? babe, i'm an f1 driver, i can be more than just a driving instructor.”

“i know, i just want to annoy you.” you smiled when you said that, making him mirroring your movement. “but are you okay though? be serious.” he said, and you chuckled. “i am, yes, i'm okay. so stop being so dramatic because i'm okay now.”

“well okay then, take care.” he sees you nod, and he smiled at you one more time before hanging off.

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username WAIT WHAT THE FUCJ

danielricciardo i knew it

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  ⤷ danielricciardo i'm afraid they cooperate for this

  ⤷ username thank u detective daniel 👌😌

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[wiseatom]

it's the first kiss, it's flawless, it's really something. it's fearless.

ok i am feeling fearless tonight, and thea byler first kisses are The Byler First Kisses so i am politely requesting a first kiss in the rain!

this was a VILE prompt to send in that i am so emotional about fearless (taylor's version) and byler and byler first kisses. i hate you so much. i hope you love it.

“Probably shouldn’t have taken our bikes, huh?” 

Will looks over at Mike, blinking rainwater out of his eyes – they’re standing under the awning of the entrance to the only bank in town, closed for the afternoon and completely free of any other miserable, rain-drenched suckers. The bikes in question are lying on their sides on the pavement, abandoned in their haste to get under cover. And Mike is completely soaked, dark hair plastered to his forehead and shirt clinging to hm probably just as uncomfortably as Will’s is sticking to his own skin, and he’s got this sheepish, guilty grin on his face. It had been his idea to take their bikes, hadn’t it? Something about we only have a few weeks left of this weather, Will and let’s enjoy the summer sun, Will and it’s only a twenty percent chance of rain, Will, we’ll be fine. 

Famous last words. 

“Well, it was only a twenty percent chance of rain,” Will points out, doing a bad job of suppressing a smile of his own. This one, though, is less in the realm of guilty, and more in the realm of, I told you so, idiot. "How could we have known?"

Mike shoves at him, a playful brush of wet skin on wet skin, and Will laughs. “Shut up,” Mike says, but he’s still smiling. He reaches a hand up, tangling his fingers in his hair as he brushes it up and off of his forehead, and Will immediately looks away, biting his lip – he shouldn’t think Mike looks cool right now. In actuality, Mike looks like a drowned rat; in actuality, Mike is the reason that they’re stranded here, soaked from the rain; in actuality, none of that makes Will want to kiss him any less.

“How long do you think it’ll last?” Mike is asking now, somehow heard over the sound of the rain hitting the pavement and the sound of all the blood in Will’s body rushing all at once to his ears. He crosses his arms over his chest, resolutely staring at the empty office building across the street, at the trees in boxed planters swaying in the wind – anywhere but Mike, willing his heart rate to go back to normal.

“Check your phone,” Will suggests, doing a very good job of keeping his voice even and steady. “Hot tip: if there’s a little rain cloud under the number, that means it’s still going to rain.”

He doesn’t have to look to know that Mike is rolling his eyes. “Really living up to your name, o’ Will the Wise,” he says, and then presumably turns his attention to digging his phone out of the wet, gross pocket of his jeans – or at least, that’s what Will guesses he’s doing. He still won’t look at him, so he wouldn’t really know, but there’s a lapse in conversation that Will can only attribute to looking at the weather app. “It’s only going to last for another half hour,” Mike declares, affirming Will’s assumptions. 

Will lets out a scoff. “Let me see,” he says, more aggressive than he intends to be, but he doesn’t trust Mike’s assessment of the weather at the moment, thank you very much. Good thing Mike has no interest in meteorology, because Will would have way too much fun bursting that bubble. 

In a feat that has taken years of a mixture of natural talent and diligent practice, Will manages to avoid looking at Mike directly, instead just looking at the raindrop-smeared screen of his phone.  Fortunately for Will, Mike is actually right – the app does show that the rain is going to clear in thirty minutes, the forecast free of tiny thunderclouds for the rest of the evening. Unfortunately for Will, his herculean efforts of not looking at Mike are thwarted completely by standing so close to Mike that he can feel the body heat radiating off of him, and he literally jumps back, cheeks burning.

Smooth. He still won’t look at Mike, but he can tell Mike is looking at him, now. Great.

“You’re jumpy,” Mike comments, sounding amused. 

“I’m not jumpy,” Will barks back, rocking back and forth on his heels, which is almost jumping. He plants his feet to the ground instantly, standing as still as possible. 

“You are,” Mike says, taking a step closer to Will, who immediately steps away from him in – well, in a jumpy way. Damn it. “You’re like a little rabbit.” 

Will flushes something violent, his cheeks burning with it, and this is not what he had in mind when he was urging his respiratory system to act normally around Mike Wheeler, please, for once in our pathetic life. 

“I am not,” he says haughtily, still refusing to look at him. 

“You are,” Mike insists, reaching out to grab at Will by the waist. Will yelps and hops away from him, out from under the cover of the awning and nearly tripping over a nearby parking block. Mike laughs at him. “See?” he says, sliding his phone back into his pocket and taking another step towards Will, who hops backwards out of his reach, involuntarily proving Mike’s point. “Bunny rabbit behavior.” 

“Because you’re trying to grab me,” Will seethes, no real heat to it, taking several steps back as Mike steps out into the rain after him. “Go away.” 

Mike only smiles wider, lunging for Will again with his arms stretched out. His fingers brush the wet fabric of Will’s soaked t-shirt, but on account of it being wet and Will once again jumping away from him, he doesn’t quite get a hold on him. 

“Bunny behavior,” Mike repeats, a gleeful sing-song, and Will flips him off. 

“I hate you,” Will spits out, dodging another grab attempt. 

“You don’t,” Mike says. 

“I do,” Will insists, letting out another yelp as Mike comes after him again. He does more than jump away this time, trying to beat the bunny allegations, and instead turns to run towards the other side of the parking lot. 

Mike makes a noise of protest, and Will glances over his shoulder to see Mike start after him. “Come back!” he calls out, following Will’s path through the parking lot, “I’m not agile enough for this!” 

“Not my fault!” Will yells back, though he’s not having much luck, either, the oil from the asphalt of the parking lot working together with the rain to make him slip and slide all over the place. Mike is working against the same conditions, but even with Will’s head start, Mike and his stupid long legs make the distance between them a lot closer than Will would like. “Oh my God,” he screams, jumping away from yet another close call, “get away from me, you freak!” 

“You’re just mad that I caught up to you,” Mike laughs, and then immediately slips in a puddle. It would be funny, except it sends him sliding forward, and his momentum is too quick for Will to react on time – which lets Mike crash right into him, grabbing at the clinging fabric of Will’s t-shirt for dear life. 

“Yes,” Will grits out, trying to squirm out of his grip, but Mike’s hold is firm, “I’m very, very mad. Let go.” 

“Nah,” Mike says, pulling Will closer and spinning them around, their sneakers sloshing with every step. Will grips onto Mike’s biceps, fingernails digging in for some sort of purchase on his wet skin, desperately trying not to topple over backwards and take Mike with him. “I like you right here.” 

They’re close – so, so close – but Will won’t look up, fixing his gaze on Mike’s bony shoulder and the way his shirt clings to it, almost transparent. The rain beats down on them, flattening Will’s hair against his forehead and sending a cascade of water dripping into his eyes, but he doesn’t care. It beats the alternative. 

“You’re an idiot,” he accuses Mike’s shoulder, furiously blinking against the onslaught of rainwater. 

“You like me, anyway,” Mike answers easily, fondly, hopefully. “You like me so much.” 

Despite himself, this makes Will tip his head back to look up at Mike, rain be damned, because that’s not the way a friend says those words. And that’s certainly not the way a friend looks at a friend, either. 

Will blinks, and the entire day restructures itself in Will’s head: Mike, calling him at noon, insisting he find his bike, because he’d be over in twenty; Mike, almost crashing into a fire hydrant, because he’d been too busy looking at Will to pay attention to where he was going; Mike, paying for his meal at the burger joint they’d gone to for lunch, a normal occurrence; Mike, constantly tapping his foot against Will’s beneath the table, brushing Will’s ankle with his toe, something that’s never happened before. 

And then there was Mike, insisting they go grab ice cream and share it, so that they could get the most bang for their buck; and there was Mike, offering his same spoon to Will, waving off Will’s halfhearted concern about germs; and there was Mike, lying back in the grass with him, his body angled towards Will as he let Will ramble about the portfolio he’s preparing for his college admissions; and there was Mike, who offered to bike back with Will all the way to his house, even though it was in the wrong direction from Mike’s own. 

This entire day has been a date. He payed for Will’s food, and played footsie with him, and shared his ice cream, and happily listened to Will rant, and chased him in the rain, and, and – Mike took Will on a date, and Will didn’t even notice until right now. 

Maybe they’re both idiots.

“I do,” Will says now, squinting up at Mike through the rain. He lifts one of his hands from Mike’s bicep to Mike’s hair, ignoring the way that it shakes in favor of pushing Mike’s hair back off of his forehead again. He lets his fingers card through the wet strands, traveling from Mike’s hairline all the way around his scalp so that his hand is resting at the nape of Mike’s neck, its tremor slight, but still there. His voice is steady, though. Braver than he feels. “I do like you so much.”

Mike’s hold on him tightens, pulling Will forward so that their torsos are pressed up against each other, and any and all nerves get washed away with the rain. Holding tight onto that courage and running with it, he uses his grip as leverage to pull Mike’s face down to his, stands on his tiptoes, and brings Mike’s mouth to his.

The first thing Will registers is that wet, the rainwater catching between them, but as Mike’s mouth moves against his, gently pressing for something beyond the static stack of lips on top of lips, the kiss bursts with new sensation. Mike’s mouth is warm, stark but welcome against the chill of the rain, and the strawberry flavor from his ice cream from earlier makes itself known in the next brush of their lips, bringing a sweetness Will hadn’t expected. It’s soft, slick, sweet, and somehow – shy yet fearless, all at once. 

Will lowers himself back to the ground, breaking the contact but bringing Mike down with him. He holds his face close and just breathes him in, all sweet strawberry breath and the fresh muskiness of petrichor and somewhere beneath them both, that same generic bath soap Mike’s mom has been buying for him as long as Will has known him. It’s a mix of old and new and Mike, Mike, Mike, and best of all, it’s his. It’s his. 

“For the record,” Mike says, his breath fanning out across Will’s face, and through the haze, Will wonders why he was trynig to get away from Mike earlier when this is so much better, “I like you so much, too.” 

Will smiles, big and wide and bright enough to banish the storm clouds, but he doesn’t want them to leave. He’s not ready to give this moment up, not yet.

“Good,” he says, bringing his other arm up to wrap around Mike’s neck. Mike’s thumbs brush at his hips through the soaked fabric of his t-shirt, and Will shudders, the feeling soaking him to the bone in a way the rain could never hope to manage. “Kiss me about it.”

And as certain as the rain falling down all around them – Mike does, and does, and does. 

[hypnagogics]

haiii plutobae… u know what’s up…

🎨+🥤+🍄+🦋

get some eep when ur done yapping pls 🤎

YAYYYY YAPPING!!!!! ima lay this out how you did with the question in front of each answer instead of just...all in the beginning ok.

🎨 = favorite fanarts and link them.

well. my bestie. my bro. my pookie @sharkthrob made this of my baby hallway crush els..so obviously im obsessed with it. and she also drew my spider!ellie 🤭 LOVE U SHARKY WE GOTTA COOK AGAIN. if u even opened this app 🙄...i also love anything by @nramv can't pick just one! and duh. anything by the genius that is @trackinglessons ARE YOU FR?? i may have to mention this one meow.

🥤 = recommend an author or fanfic you love.

OH HERE WE GO. copy that romeo by @astralnymphh is one of my favorite fics to ever exist, i have gushed about it in the past, and i fear i will continue to!! drift by @sapphointhe21stcenturyposts is also an absolute banger of a fic, a thrill ride like none other!! oh, also anything by @vampiefemme . smut that'll make you lick your screen. MMMMMMM. and now my baes. sacrificial angel by @ennabear is HONEST. TO GOD. one of the best fics ever. in any universe, on any site, i don't give a fuck. my roman empire. and i ain't just saying that because i love you twin, but because it's seriously such a masterpiece in absolutely any area, it blows my little gay mind. the aesthetic? gorg. the pacing? IM JEALOUS. the characterization? perfection. the story and character development? flawless. the smut? ACTUALLY THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ. hotel? trivago. and of course anything by the human type writer duo that are @andersonfilms + @absfawn ♡ gotta mention lonely is the muse by rayray, and electraplayer by them both! READ. READ. READ. the masters of long fics i fear, stunning, insane, delicious, wonderful, forever obsessed with anything they create. FOREVER!!!

🍄 = share a headcanon of one of your favorite ships or pairings.

hm. i really had to think about this tbh. but in my opinion... re2's claire and leon are absolutely perfect and adorable and i adore them together sm. a headcanon i have...ummmm.....oh i like to think they spook each other playfully LMAO. cleon > aeon in every universe don't come for me.

🦋 = share something that's been on your heart or mind lately.

lately ive been thinking too much and worrying about school as one does ugh, but i yap too much about it anyway 😭😭. also ive been loving the color changes in the leaves, it's always so beautiful. im really excited for the holiday season as well, it's like the older i get the more and more i look forward to it, idk what it is exactly. there's also this little coffee shop i go to every chance i get, im in love with it so that occupies my mind constantly...AND OFC GUILT WHEN IM NOT BEING PRODUCTIVE.

ok jeezus this yap is crazy. FINE. ILL EEP NOW 🙄🙄 but thank u for these heheh 💚💚

[kookie4life]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N and Yeonjun are in a Long Distance Relationship and Y/N dies when she sees the new Concept Photos

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yeonjun x fem! Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: just a description of a not so clothed Yeonjun

I never imagined that I would be in a long-distance relationship. I thought that they were doomed from the beginning and that it would end with the couple breaking up by the end of it. Neither did I expect that I would fall for someone online and it would be a celebrity. If you had told me a few years ago that the first person I’d fall in love with and end up in a long-distance relationship with was Choi Yeonjun, I would’ve laughed in your face saying you were delusional.

It was a typical meeting online. Both of us were bored and decided to make ourselves a profile on a random dating app. He swiped right when he came across me and reached out to me first. In the beginning, I was very sceptical. His profile picture didn’t show his full face and I didn’t even know his last name. I knew him as Daniel and during our texts, he was very evasive about his personal information. I did know that he lived in Seoul, South Korea on the other side of the world. I doubted we would actually get together.

But as time passed I found myself enjoying the time we had together and looking forward to our conversations every day. I still didn’t know his full identity but that didn’t bother me as much as it used to. It wasn’t until we had been texting for more than 6 months did he finally reveal who he was. Saying I was shocked would be an understatement as I had just found out I had been texting with a celebrity! On top of that, I was a MOA and I had been crushing on Yeonjun since the first day I set my eyes on him.

So that brings me to where I am now. Sitting in a bus on the way home, phone in hand as I waited for the new concept photos to load. As their comeback neared Yeonjun and I had limited time to converse with each other but I understood and continued to support him from my small world in San Francisco, America.

But I had definitely not prepared myself for what was to come. Because what popped up on the page was a shirtless Yeonjun. Ok maybe not completely shirtless but the vest they put on him was not very effective in covering him up. I felt my face heat up and the tips of my ears turn red. I needed to stop blushing immediately. I was on a public bus for god’s sake! I decided that the next best course of action would be to turn my phone off and wait till I get home to look at them.

However the curiosity to see if the rest of the photos were the same took over me and the next thing I knew I was blushing once more with a picture of Yeonjun leaning over, and his stomach on clear display lit up on my phone screen. When had I asked to be attacked like this?? As I continued scrolling I knew that my face was bright red because every single member had photos like his. A Soobin with blonde hair, lying down and shoulder exposed? Yes, please!

The last picture made my heart skip a beat. In this one, Yeonjun was actually shirtless and he had his back facing towards us. He looked so ethereal and flawless especially with the sunlight hitting his face at that angle. When the bus reached my stop I got off giddy like I was a teenage girl whose crush had just texted her. The title for these concept photos was definitely fitting as it would absolutely make anyone dream about them all day.

Sending a few angry, fire and heart emojis to Yeonjun I waited for his reply so he could give me an answer as to why he didn’t warn me about this.

[cornflowershade]

@lost-my-sanity1

no flawless catch-all solutions BUT there are some things that can actually really help, at least in my experience (not that i don't still struggle with getting things done, but it has gotten markedly better in the past year or two with some adjusting of tricks and a lot of practice). These are obviously coming from the context of how my own life is structured, but that's obviously all I can speak from!

1) lists. I think mostttt people with adhd find lists to be extremely helpful. That said, find the way that lists work best for you. Personally, i like to make certain lists in the notes app on my phone. Because I know i'll check the time on there first thing in the morning. (However, if looking at your phone first thing would throw off your day, then I might suggest having your list in a notebook instead and keeping the phone out of immediate reach. Like, if I'm doing a Task that doesn't require my phone you can bet it will be somewhere I can't see it.) I make the list and leave it open the night before, so that it's the first thing i see when i unlock my phone in the morning. I especially like to do this for morning routines, which can really set the tone for the day going forward. I've found that starting the day with exercise is really helpful (i know i know. but for real, it gets your brain moving and gets the dopamine going—you know, that dopamine that our brains produce less of and are always seeking. And it can definitely generate some energy even if I wake up feeling dead)—and the morning lists have helped me be more consistent with that habit too. (But again, find the thing you like. For me it's hulahooping to music haha.) For morning lists specifically, I recently heard some advice that has completelyyyy changed the game for me and that is having more than ONE. I have three. One I call the Full Morning List, one the Shorter Morning List, and the other the Hurry Scurry Morning List xD It takes the decision-making out of what to do or what to skip depending on how much time I have. After some initial trial, each list has been marked with the latest time I can start it. If it's past that time I know to use a different list.

It helps keep me from hitting the "oh no I failed at my list and have been thrown off and my habits are ruined and my day is meaningless" wall. Whatever is being "skipped" or shortened or done differently based on your schedule or when you wake up is predetermined by you (wow, now i'm ready for work on time AND didn't skip washing my face no matter what? amazing, 10/10. because none of my lists skip THAT STEP in order to be faster, because I made sure of that when writing them) and there is still the satisfaction of having gotten a list DONE. (I also fill my morning lists with cute emojis and write them out with sweet little ways of phrasing things. Like yes I WILL start my list with "good morning darling ☺️💕" and follow it with "stretch to greet the day :D" or "take iron <33" because that just makes it feel cozy and motivational or like someone is looking out for me lmao. Again, whatever works and makes the day feel like it's starting off on good footing.)

2) get important things done first thing. Start it before giving yourself a moment to question it. Of course that won't always happen, but that's ok. Other times, regardless of when you start, plan on just doing a little. On certain days, a little will turn into a lot! Even if that doesn't happen, it will at least chip away at something that needs to get done, little by little. An extreme example of this is actually how I dealt with homework in high school... I struggled SO BAD with overdue work. The program I was in (very different from the usual, I know) was extremely self-driven with its schedule and also allowed you to work into the summer if needed. As you might imagine, this was freakin horrible for me. So yeah, I spent most of high school not having summer breaks because i was trying to catch up on all my assignments. (Awful. Not a fun time. I was very miserable. Would not revisit this time if you paid me.) It didn't help that I was disinterested in most of the work either, or that the teachers offered like zero support. I remember that finally, senior year, my mom told me— "you don't need to try and finish anything. Just work for an hour a day. And then you can be done." I was skeptical of this idea at first, because there was so much to do. So many assignments to actually complete. But then I tried it. And it literally worked. Only an hour. Every day. Week by week. And it WORKED. I was free to do whatever I wanted after that hour, and during the hour I GOT THINGS DONE. Even if it wasn't a ton of work, I was actually doing it and consistently, and suddenly my assignments were actually getting finished. I was less stressed and MORE productive and suddenly felt like I had so much more time?? And then wow, when I got to college, the time management practices that which did work for me (and believe me I tried so many failed methods along the way. so many forms of list keeping until I found what worked) meant I was the kid in class who was actually submitting things on time on a regular basis. And I was so proud of myself. (Worth noting that in college the deadlines were weekly whereas again, in high school the due-dates essentially meant nothing. In a sense, the real 'deadline' was the beginning of the next school year. Which I point out to say this: it is important to break things into smaller pieces!! manageable! chunks!!! make it manageable!)

3) make things fun for yourself wherever you can. tailor them to your interests or find ways to make them spark some joy. For me this usually involves playing music. I have playlists devoted to certain "vibes". For example, there's a list on spotify called Ghibli Summer that I found, and I love listening to it while I clean. It makes me feel like a little main character sprucing up her cottage in the woods. Sometimes I dress the part too! I used to not be able to function when it was raining (with sun came inspiration and energy) but the playlist thing helped overcome that when I literally never thought it was something I could get myself around. I only thought of it last year and the music thing is sooooo good.

4) follow your list as a guide! to remind you what's next because yeah, distractions happen otherwise. If you get really into your list then go with it and let hyperfocus do its thing, but otherwise allow breaks!! And again, if you can make those breaks something you love, GOOD. (Especially if they won't exponentially eat up time or you have a way to mark the ends.) I LOVE to cook so sometimes a break might involve taking the time to, i don't know, make fried rice or something and enjoy every part of the process. It's so meditative and deeply fulfilling imo? Idk, something about creating something yummy (i adore food ok) and chopping things and the smells and the hands-on aspect and the colors... Or maybe my break would be watching a new episode of a show that has finally aired! (Did that just tonight to recharge after work before ironing something for my sister.) Or going on tumblr for a while, or doing a craft, etc etc. The framing of this can be super important, too. Again, whatever works best for you. Personally, I like to think of it as my day having a flow, where I recharge for whatever is next and take time to enjoy the pieces of it as best I can. Like, it's about taking care of myself and whether its a list item or not its just as important. (Rather than thinking of it as like, "I have tasks and am taking breaks in between before getting back to The Tasks." That's just depressing imo. So, I don't really think of the breaks as. Being breaks. If that makes sense? It's more like... a point along a circle that fills my cup and keeps me rotating in a healthy way? idk lol. gonna stop attempting metaphors now) EDIT: didn’t mention yesterday but I think this is an important aspect. Whatever I do next isn’t just any like, random fun thing—it’s about tuning in to yourself and feeling what you need emotionally or physically rn. Sometimes what I do isn’t even a “fun thing” but is like. A well-placed shower. It’s about self care as much as joyful practices!

5) be gentle with yourself. I really can't overstate this. ignoring this point just ends with more stress. sometimes it feels like you're just trying everything and nothing works, or feels like you just can't keep up with anything ever. I feel this sentiment often, but.... don't blame yourself. And don't consider all progress ruined because of it. Keep going, trying your best, I promise that is valuable and even the smallest growth or achievement is something worthy of celebration. Like yeah, I celebrate doing the literal smallest things. Because that makes me happy. That inspires me to do more things. Allowing yourself to be proud of yourself can be so important honestly. But yeah: some days, a certain item will not get done. Sometimes you're not feeling a certain task, but maybe you're feeling another one— in which case, swap it out!! Go with the inspiration!! (This is how I finally ended up hand washing the pile of clothes that had been sitting in my room for. Dare I say it? Well. Many months.) Other times you just need a break day, and honestly, if need that and you can then just take it. Take the break. Lastly, sometimes not everything on a list will get done and it will get moved to tomorrow. Or the day after. It happens. Let's be real, it happens to everyone.

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Last thing I wanna add is that... deadlines can still be helpful. But the thing is. Like any tactic, you have to use them right and with proper supporting tactics. Use them only as far as they are truly helpful, and obviously not to a self-detrimental extent. For me, I have never found that it's the stress of a deadline that really helps—quite the opposite, stress makes it harder for me to function—but rather the organization of a deadline. (Well, that and the fact that someone besides myself was keeping me accountable lol.) It was also the fact that it tells my brain "oh, yeah that thing should happen now." Whereas otherwise my brain is like "yeah we have time" and then proceeds to have a very strange idea of how time works. Taking note of things like that—why a method works—is so important! It can give you ideas about what else can be helpful and might be worth a try :)

There's a bunch of adhd advice out there that's like "people with adhd tend to work better under deadlines due to the anxiety so here are ways to artificially induce a stress response in order to get you to get work done" and it's like well what if I don't want to be stressed out all the time in order to function

[bhavnadeuglo]

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[tarzantips]

The Impact of Social Media on Body Image and Mental Health

Social media has entered every aspect of our lives in the current digital era, impacting our views of both ourselves and other people.

Even though social media has many advantages, like promoting global connections as well as offering users a forum for self-expression, its effects on mental and body image are a developing concern.

Let's analyze all of the ways that social media can impact how we perceive our bodies and play a role in mental health problems.

Impact of Social Media on Body Image and Mental Health

1. Idealized Beauty Standards

The general acceptance of idealized beauty standards is one of the major factors influencing how social media users feel about how they look.

Social media sites such as Facebook and Instagram are frequently used to display carefully chosen photos that present a rosy picture of reality.

People are constantly exposed to pictures of influencers and celebrities who appear unreachable due to their flawless skin, ideal body parts, and attractive appearance.

People may begin to negatively compare themselves as a result of this ongoing exposure, which can breed low self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy.

2. Filters and Photo Editing

It is now simpler than ever to edit one's appearance in photos because of to the growth of photo editing apps and filters on social media sites.

These tools can be creative and entertaining, but they also strengthen impossible beauty standards.

Users' opinions about themselves may be further modified by pressure to fit in with these digitally enhanced images. The disconnect between the real world and the idealized online persona may increase body dissatisfaction and self-doubt.

3. Cyberbullying and Social Pressure

Additionally, social media sites may act as breeding grounds for social pressure and cyberbullying.

False hopes, negative remarks, and body shaming can all be harmful to a person's mental health.

People may feel pressured to follow social norms even if it means risking their mental health out of fear of being judged and a need for social validation.

Read: Secret Headache Relief Tricks Nobody Talks About 

4. FOMO (Fear of Missing Out)

FOMO, or the fear of missing out, is a phenomenon that is frequently brought on by the selective nature of social media content.

When users contrast their lives with the highlight reels posted on social media, they could feel insufficient.

Feelings of loneliness, anxiety, and depression can be worsened by this fear as people try to live up to social expectations.

5. Positive Influences and Solutions

Social media has the power to bring about positive change, even though it can also have a negative effect on mental health and body image.

To spread body positivity, self-love, and awareness of mental health, influencers and content producers are increasingly using their platforms.

Social media users can choose which content to interact with that promotes a healthy mindset and includes a wide range of body types in their feeds.

Is it OK to avoid social media?

Yes, if avoiding social media is in line with your lifestyle choices, mental health, or personal preferences, then it is perfectly acceptable. Social media is a tool, and each person uses it differently.

Through these platforms, some people find value in promoting their work, keeping informed, or interacting with others.

Others, on the other hand, might experience negative effects, overwhelmed, or stressed due to the constant exposure to comparison, curated content, and privacy concerns.

Staying away from social media can be an intentional decision to put your mental health first, concentrate on in-person relationships, or just keep your life more private and offline.

It is essential to recognize and respect one's own boundaries and needs. Without social media, people can still have happy lives, form deep connections, and keep themselves informed.

In the end, the choice of whether to use social media or not is personal; what matters most is finding a balance that improves your general well-being.

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[govindhtech]

Introducing the MTB 03 Wireless Earbuds Performance

MTB 03 Wireless Earbuds: After releasing its luxurious MTB 01 over-ear headphones in 2020, Montblanc is back with more true wireless in-ear headphones. The luxury brand’s evolution is clear, but the market is crowded with great wireless earbuds for less money.

Does Montblanc have enough to keep its core audience interested while luring new fans from Bang & Olufsen, Bowers & Wilkins, and Sony?

Montblanc hired Audeze founder Alex Rosson to help with the MTB 01’s sound profile. This time, Sennheiser enlisted audio legend Axel Grell, who designed many of its most famous headphones. Switzerland deserves praise for knowing when to seek help.

MTB 03 Wireless Earbuds Design

Aluminum charging case (85.45 grams) is flawless and understatedly premium. They used the Montblanc snowcap emblem on the case and earbuds to add subtle “luxury” to a true wireless earbud design, which is difficult. The tiny port for silicon eartips has a mountain-peak star shape. Not many will notice this detail, but luxury brands often neglect it when going tech.

The 6-gram earbuds are made from the same black resin as the Montblanc Meisterstück pen and feature a snowcap emblem and a tiny Montblanc engraved chrome ring. The snowcap detailing stands out in a knowing, appreciative crowd (OK, if you usually turn left getting on a plane), and the case feels good in the hand and should appeal to existing customers.

Montblanc concludes with free charging case engraving. You can put 13 characters in three fonts.

Generous Features

Montblanc has packed this device with features, though not as many as the Sony WX1000XM5. Wireless charging, ANC, IPX4 water resistance, and touch controls on each emblem for music and calls. The proximity sensors that play and pause when you put the earbuds in are always appreciated.

The buds can last up to six hours depending on ANC use, and the battery lasts 12 hours. This gives you 18 hours of playtime, and USB-C fast charging can add 100 minutes in 15 minutes.

The earbuds are easy to use. As comfortable as any we’ve tried recently. The touch controls are trigger-happy, so it’s easy to accidentally play/pause when adjusting them, but this is typical of true wireless designs. The lack of volume control is confusing. The onboard controls on Apple’s AirPods Pro are my favorite.

If compatible, your smartphone or audio player supports SBS, AAC, and adaptive aptX audio codecs and Bluetooth 5.2 wireless connectivity with a 10-meter range. Naturally, Montblanc included active noise cancellation, a must-have feature. ANC can be turned on and off in Travel, Sport, and Office modes. Live mode (transparency) lets you see outside, and you can choose Attention, Environment, or Voice Focus.

The ANC is good but not great for premium business traveler earbuds. It’s functional but lacks Apple, Bose, and Sony’s signature calmness

That the MTB 03 didn’t sound good would be a shame given its price, market, and experts. One of the best true wireless headphones this reviewer has tried, they sound great.

The 7-mm Beryllium drivers stand up well here (20 Hz to 20 kHz), and Alex Grell tuned them just right of neutral. They have a Goldilocks-like balance of low end (a fair and appreciated wallop of bass) and upper end to make all digital recordings shine. There are no surprises, just a rich, enjoyable performance.

Despite its high price and typical audio product launch hyperbole, Alex Grell does not consider the MTB 03 audiophile. He tells WIRED, “It’s a great sounding profile, but it’s not made for audiophiles. The product is for those who want to feel good.

They are often bloated, brand-recognition, price-tag-justifying, data-collection exercises with little value beyond firmware updates. The Montblanc Sound App is pretty, easy to use, and has many features, including a comprehensive EQ with sound profiles for most genres, audiobooks, and podcasts. Adjust each profile to your liking and create your own.

The app is complete and easy to use, but tweaking Axel Grell’s sound profile choices feels like telling 19-time Michelin Star chef Alain Ducasse which knife end to hold. Yes, adding a few hertz for personalization is nice, but after trying all the presets with their genres, the default sounds better. Note that “audiobook/podcast” should be ignored.

The Montblanc MTB 03 are luxury headphones. They are luxurious and designed for executive business-class travelers and Montblanc customers. The company succeeded.

They make music sound great, are comfortable to wear for long periods, and discreetly express their exclusivity.

After teething issues are resolved, loyal brand fans who value the tiny white snowcap emblem’s exclusivity won’t be disappointed.

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[digitalgadgetinsights]

Best 5 tech gifts (gadgets) for man

Buying a unique present for a boy or man, whether for a birthday, anniversary or Valentine's Day, is daunting. Things get even more complicated at work when he's a true gadget enthusiast. Consequently, you've stumbled upon the appropriate article. Choose from among the top tech presents for men detailed here.

Gaming console A gaming console is a gift that every man would appreciate. Refrain from second-guessing yourself if you want to buy a gaming console as a present for your man who loves technology. He will know how much you love him beyond compare after receiving this present from you. The Microsoft Xbox One X 1TB Console is the most powerful gaming console in the world, thanks to a 40% increase in power over the competition. The console's true 4K gaming, 2160p frame buffers, brilliant graphics details, and High Dynamic Range will give him no chance. On a 1080p display, all games are flawless, look fantastic, and load quickly.

Audio sunglasses These trendy shades aren't just for looks; they also come equipped with speakers that play high-quality, immersive sound for the wearer. Through sunglasses, listening to music with open ears makes the user aware of their surroundings. If he enjoys music, he will appreciate this technological present.

Action camera An action camera is the ideal technological present for a man who loves to explore the world. These cameras can capture footage while swimming or in motion. They are a wonderful tool for bringing back fond memories. Using an action camera while engaging in adventure activities like mountain biking or trekking is smart. It lets you capture priceless moments and breathtaking vistas that you might otherwise miss. The newest action camera from GoPro is the Hero 9.

Smart coffee maker Every coffee connoisseur who does a lot of travelling would greatly appreciate the smart Coffee mug. This coffee mug can brew hot and cold beverages using a smartphone app. It's a coffee pot that doubles as a mug! You can take your steaming mug of coffee with you anywhere.

Voice-controlled speaker The Voice-Controlled Speaker is the perfect present if your man is lazy but tech-savvy. The high-tech helper can simplify routine activities. The voice-controlled speaker can check the schedule, play music, and control the home theatre. Just say, "Ok, Google" or "Alexa".

Solar power bank When travelling, a solar power bank is best. This is the best tech gifts for men. You can get multiple charges out of a single battery charge and charge your devices anywhere there is sunlight.

Garment steamer This is not a present but rather a necessity. Every tech-obsessed person wants one The use of a garment steamer can be advantageous for clothes that are too delicate or challenging to iron. This is the ideal present for the man in your life who has everything.

Laptop cooling pad One of the better cooling pads for laptops. This cooling pad is sleeker and more presentable thanks to the window. On one side is a USB 3.0 port, and on the other is a USB 2.0 port. It has two Blue LED fans and a patented air intake channel around the front panel for optimal cooling. If your boyfriend spends a lot of time on his laptop for school or work, he will appreciate this gift.

Conclusion These are the top tech gifts for men; that's definitely what he loved. You can choose to buy whichever one suits your needs and preferences best. These cutting-edge devices are guaranteed to win over his heart.

[skiesofthesketchy]

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JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You accidentally sent your nude to your friend lol.

AN: Hi! Ummm... I wrote this. Idk lemme know if you like it and if you’d like to read a part 2!! Me.. over here obsessed with JJ baby. Ok thanks for reading love you :)

Warnings: lots of swearing, somewhat explicit descriptions, a smidge of blackmail...

Word count: 2.9k

Part 2: Send It

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It was one of those days where you weren’t feeling particularly great about yourself. Nothing specific was the cause of such feelings, but today you just felt... bleh. 

Your rattiest pair of sweatpants adorned your legs and you wore an extra large shirt on top. Your hair was pulled into something that sort of resembled a bun, your face was covered in a mud mask, which looked and smelled gross, but the packaging said it would make your skin soft. You usually didn’t mind your appearance, especially when you’re just lounging around at home, but today you didn’t feel pretty. 

Pretty is not the most important thing in the world. Still, it felt nice to feel pretty. 

This led you to go through some of your old photos. It always made you happier to look back on some of the amazing memories you’d made. Scrolling through your camera roll on your phone, you found pictures from instances you had totally forgotten about. Your heart melted when you clicked on one of you and your friends.

It was the first day of summer, and your squad spent the entire day surfing before hanging out at the Chateau afterwards. John B. and JJ had grilled up some burgers while you helped Pope make a fire in the yard. Kiara had been the designated DJ of the night, which was her excuse for not helping with dinner. You all sat in camping chairs and hammocks as you ate and listened to music, talking and laughing about anything that came up. 

It was a pure moment, and you smiled at the photo. You had insisted on taking a picture to commemorate the amazing day, the first day of a wild summer ahead of you. You had set your phone on the porch with a timer, and yelled at everyone to quickly pose. They were already standing in somewhat of a formation, and as you ran to them to get ready for the picture, JJ grabbed you by the waist and spun you around so that he was holding you with your back against his chest. 

“Say pogues for life!” Kiara shouted, and you all huddled closer together in a group hug, JJ smooshing his cheek against yours with arms around your waist as you all screamed at the top of your lungs, “Pogues for life!”

You saved the photo to favorites, the sight of it making you feel better already. Before scrolling again, you zoomed in on your face, your cheek squished against JJ’s, and it made you blush. Any time he held you close, it made your skin heat up and your insides turn to mush.

Sighing, you kept scrolling, and were surprised to find a handful of scandalous pictures you had taken. You remember this day too, and you were feeling extra great about yourself then. So great that you had decided to snap a few nudes. You hadn’t sent them to anyone, but figured it was nice to have a few photos of you looking sexy. You blushed as you looked through these, wondering if you’d ever have the courage to actually send them to someone someday.

Your screen still displayed one of your nudes when you got a text from Kie. For some unknown reason, your phone spazzed out and the screen froze. “Come on,” you mumbled, pressing on the screen and the home button several times. You tapped repeatedly on the screen, annoyed that nothing was happening. Then it seemed to have started working again, because it lit up and you were suddenly watching your photo being sent to someone. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes widened. “What the fuck did I just do!?” 

Panic surged throughout your whole body. Your phone seemed to be working just fine now, but did you actually just send your nude to somebody?! You rushed to your messaging app, and the first name at the top of the screen was none other than JJ Maybank.

“No!” you yelled. You clicked on his name and sure enough, your naked body was in the chat, underneath it, the word, ‘Delivered.’

You threw your phone onto the bed. “This cannot be happening to me right now.” ‘Shit, shit, shit,’ was all that was running through your head on a loop as you tried to think of what to do.

‘Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet,’ you thought. You quickly picked up your phone again and called JJ, praying he would pick up. You needed to tell him NOT to open his messages. To delete the whole chat right now before he sees the picture. 

He didn’t answer, and you huffed, dialing his number again. You had to get a hold of him. If there’s any chance he hasn’t seen it yet, you were going to make sure he never does. You don’t know how you’d live with the humiliation. 

The call once again went to voicemail, and you were on your feet in seconds. You still had hope, thinking if he wasn’t answering your calls, he didn’t even have his phone on him, which means he couldn’t have seen the picture yet. 

You slid on some shoes and grabbed your backpack, not even bothering to look in the mirror before running out of your house. You knew JJ would be at the Chateau, and it was only a fifteen minute walk from your house. You figured you could make it in five if you ran. 

Then you were sprinting down the streets like a mad woman, your face still painted with the brown mud mask, which was starting to melt off as it mixed with your sweat. You didn’t even care. You just needed to get to JJ’s phone before he did. 

“I’m gon’ take a shower,” John B. muttered to JJ. JJ didn’t respond as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He found his phone resting on the couch as he sat down, taking a swig of Coors. He scrolled through the few notifications he had, the boy furrowing his brows when he saw two missed calls from you and a text. 

He didn’t think anything of it when he clicked on your text message, but what he saw had him spitting out his beer all over his lap and the coffee table. 

Your face wasn’t in the shot, but JJ knew it was you without a doubt. You were completely naked and laid across your bed. The frame showed from your collarbones down to your thighs, one of your legs propped up lazily, showing all of your most private parts.

JJ was stunned. He wasn’t thinking about why you had sent him this photo out of the blue. He was left ogling the picture in utter disbelief. Your tits were on full display, your nipples hardened into peaks, your skin looking flawless. JJ couldn’t help the grunt that escaped him when he zoomed in on your pussy. He had only dreamed of seeing you this way, but never in a million years thought that he actually would. Naughty thoughts started to swirl in his head when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps just outside.

It was you, panting wildly and your mind still racing. “JJ?” you yelled as you bounded up the porch steps. JJ quickly tucked his phone away on instinct, as if he already knew he shouldn’t have been looking at that photo.

You barged into the front door and stopped in your tracks when you found JJ standing in the living room. He chuckled as he looked you up and down. You were a complete mess, and it was plainly obvious that you had just been running for your life. “Y/N?” he asked.

“Where’s your phone?” You didn’t have time to explain, and you didn’t want to. You just needed to delete the photo without JJ knowing, and then you could forget this ever happened. 

JJ decided to play dumb. He found the current state you were in more than amusing, and he thought about how his day has already gotten so much better. “Uh, I don’t know. Why?”

“Come on, J, where is it?”

“I said I don’t have it. What’s this about?” He had an idea of why you ran in demanding his phone, but he wanted to watch you squirm as you tried to explain it. He wasn’t going to let you know he had seen your nude just yet.

“Nothing, I just need it, okay?” You started frantically looking around, throwing pillows and blankets onto the floor. “Where is it?” you grumbled. You still looked like a crazy person, and JJ was enjoying the scene in front of him way too much.

“I’ll help you look if you tell me why you need it.” The man was smirking, which pissed you off but you were too busy panicking to care right now. 

“I’ll just call it,” you said, before taking your phone out to call him. JJ took another swig of his beer as he watched you, totally unhinged. He knew he was about to be caught in his lie, but he was excited for it. This whole situation excited him. 

His ringtone started blaring from his pocket and you looked at him in disbelief. “JJ, seriously? Gimme your damn phone.” You were now standing in front of him, still quivering with nerves but putting on an angry face for him.

“No,” he smiled, looking more like the devil than the JJ you know and love. 

“I swear to god, JJ, I will murder you.” You reached for his pockets, but he had already slipped the phone out and held it above his head, out of your reach.

“Just tell me why you need it so badly!” He laughed as you jumped and yanked on his arm trying to get his phone. He easily kept it away from you, but you were putting in an admirable amount of effort. 

“None of your business!” you yelled childishly, hitting him in the chest as you continued to reach for the phone.

“My phone, my business.” You shouted in anguish and jumped on him, making you both crash onto the couch with you practically laying on top of him. Being in this position with your friend would’ve made you embarrassed, but you had too much adrenaline pumping through your veins to care. 

Your hands finally grabbed hold of the phone but he snatched it away from you and tucked it into the front of his pants. You looked at him again baffled. “Go on, take it,” he said. You wanted to slap the smirk right off his face. 

“Don’t think I won't.” 

“I hope you do, sweetheart.” His eyes burned into you in a challenging stare, his face only inches from yours. You knew he was just having the time of his life right now, teasing the shit out of you. You held his gaze, wishing you could burn a hole right through him. 

“Fine. You win,” you sighed. It was a bluff. You weren’t going to actually stick your hand down his pants! You sat back in defeat, but that’s when you realized the position you were in. You were straddling JJ, your top half leaning over him and his stupid, cocky face right under you. Heat rose to your cheeks as you hurried to get off of him. 

“Seriously JJ. I accidentally sent you something that you’re not supposed to see.” You decided to come clean, the embarrassment of the situation too much for you to handle any longer. You just needed to get this over with.

He sat up, deciding to come clean as well. “Oh, are you talking about the nudie?” he asked.

Your eyes widened until they were bulging out of your head. “You saw it?!” you screamed. This was your worst nightmare, accidentally sending a naked photo to someone. Of course it had to randomly be sent to JJ. You knew he would never let you live this down. You were right, this is utterly humiliating.

“Come on,” JJ laughed, still enjoying every second of this. “Don’t be embarrassed!”

“Of course I’m embarrassed, JJ!” you yelled at him. “You weren’t supposed to see that. It was an accident!”

“It’s nothing to get so worked up about. It’s a great picture, and I’ll cherish it forever.” The gleam in his eye had your stomach twisting in knots.

“Like hell you will. Fucking delete it.”

“You sent it to me. It’s mine now,” he smiled wickedly. 

“JJ,” you warned, glaring at him. He didn’t take you seriously though, mud still on your face in patches.

“Y/N...” he teased. 

The scolding approach wasn’t going to work, and you sighed. “Please JJ? Can’t you see how humiliating this is for me?” 

“It shouldn't be. You’re hot as fuck and you should be flaunting it.” Your cheeks burned at his words and the butterflies you knew oh so well were set loose in your stomach. The butterflies that only seemed to appear when you’re with JJ.

“What? That-- that’s not the point,” you stuttered. “I don’t want a naked picture of me to be on your phone!” 

“But I do,” he argued.

“JJ!” You didn’t let your mind drift to why he wanted the photo and only focused on getting the picture deleted. “You’re being a dick!”

“Fine, I’ll delete it,” he said after laughing at your pissed off expression, then standing up and retrieving the phone from his crotch. “On one condition.”

You hit him repeatedly in the chest, overrun by anger once again. “So you’re gonna blackmail me now? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He laughed, not affected at all by your assault. “I’m not above blackmail, sweetheart. Do you want to hear my condition or not?”

You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff. “Fine. What is it?”

He smirked, coming closer to you. As scary and seductive as he looked right now, you held your ground, eyes meeting his devilish stare. 

“I’ll delete the pic if I get to see the real thing.” 

“What?!” Your mind was spinning once again as heat rushed to your cheeks. “You-- You’re not serious!”

“Dead serious, Y/N.” He was shameless. Despite his attraction and feelings towards you, he knew you were off limits. No pogue on pogue macking was the rule. But today’s series of events had him thinking perhaps you weren’t as out of reach as he thought. 

If you agreed to his condition, it would be the best day of his life. If not, he knew he’d have to deal with you hating him for a while until he finally made it up to you, but this was a risk he was willing to take. 

You shook your head, turning away from him to hide your embarrassment. You didn’t understand why he would actually suggest such a thing. Was he really going to treat you like every other touron he picked up? Or did he like you? You couldn’t fathom the latter actually being true. 

“That’ll never happen, JJ.” 

He ignored the pain in his chest that was struck by your words. “Then I guess I’m the proud owner of one of your nudes,” he smiled. 

“Come on, JJ. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it’s funny.”

“Well it’s not!” You eyed the phone in his hands and decided to take a chance. You pushed the man as hard as you could and when he crashed to the couch, you lunged for it.

“Ha!” you yelled, grinning ear to ear with his phone in your hands. 

“Hey, give that back!” JJ got up, but you bolted out of the house, JJ running after you.

As you tried not to stumble over your own feet, you unlocked his phone and clicked on your message. “You better not delete it!” he yelled after you, catching up fast. Despite how serious you thought this situation was, it really wasn’t too big of a deal. He was laughing as he chased you, and you cheered in triumph when you finally managed to delete the photo.

‘Crisis averted,’ you thought. Except now you had to deal with the knowledge that JJ actually saw a naked photo of you. You were still embarrassed, but at least now there’s no evidence of this ever actually happening.

“Aw, come on,” JJ chuckled as he finally caught up to you. “I didn’t even have a chance to jerk off to it yet.”

“JJ!” You hit him in the chest. You didn’t think you could take much more of his teasing. Not today.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get my hands on it again someday,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and started stalking away, ready to just go home now. He only laughed as he watched you retreat. 

“Wait, Y/N!” 

You turned around to find him behind you, looking as handsome as ever. “What?”

“It was sexy,” he said bluntly, as if his words didn’t just light your insides on fire. “You’re sexy.” He winked at you, then casually sauntered off back to the house, leaving you in a confused daze.  

“Fuck you!” you yelled after him before running off into the direction of your house. ‘At least that’s over with,’ you thought, but you knew JJ was only going to continue teasing and flirting with you now that he saw how riled up you had become. How you were going to handle that, you didn’t know, but for some crazy reason, you smiled at the thought.

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part 2??

[themonotonysyndrome]

I could see that Vil would want to give Baby!Yuu a bath since the latter is probably dirty from crawling all the way from Ramshackle to the Hall of Mirrors as well as the former would also want to take care of the soft and delicate baby skin since Vil is the type of person who would fuss over something like that since Vil is Vil... then the Pomefiore Dorm Leader would probably dress Baby!Yuu like a doll in different cute outfits that are stylish for a baby and take pictures to post on his Magicam account that would be seen by his many followers, including Cater and Neige, so Baby!Yuu would probably be declare as the “Cutest One of All”. Rook probably has not check his phone to see the text from Jade on the Vice Dorm Leaders group chat as the former is having too much fun helping Vil take care of Baby!Yuu while Epel has been surprised to see Baby!Yuu brought by the hunter into Pomefiore as the First Year knows that both Ace and Deuce are supposed to be babysitting Baby!Yuu with Grim so he decides to give Deuce a call about it on his phone, which is then answered by either Azul or Jade instead as Deuce is probably still being “punish” by Floyd with Ace and Grim for losing Baby!Yuu...

I love your mind! Ok, let’s do this!

Baby!Yuu is a dirty yet very happy baby from his ‘morning stroll’, lol. So while Ramshackle is in chaos and the seafood trio are on the way to pick up their boyfriend-turned-baby, Baby!Yuu is under Pomefiore’s care for a few hours. 

(Courtesy of Rook babynapping him from the Hall of Mirrors). 

But Rook babynapping Baby!Yuu is a small matter to Vil. He can rearrange his very busy schedule for him. Babysitting? Not a problem for him! Actually, this is great - this is a great opportunity to teach the Directing Student some good manners and how to dress properly for once! (Nevermind that he’s currently a literal baby). 

You know what? I can see Vil treating Baby!Yuu as if he’s any other student. He’ll be talking and he expects Baby!Yuu to answer: 

“Now do you see this? This is to help moisturise your skin. Make sure you apply them often!” Vil instruct as he waves a purple bottle of lotion. He then lathered the lotion on Baby!Yuu’s chubby arms. The baby squirm playfully and giggle. “Do you understand, Directing Student?” 

“Upmfh!” 

“Good, make sure to keep up with your new routine to have flawless skin like I do.” 

“Ba-Baaah! Uh!” 

Not only that, Baby!Yuu is on the receiving end of Vil’s streak of inspirations. Lately, Vil has been sketching and designing some new clothes - all under Pomefiore theme. So in think of a purple suit but Pomefiore style. Sundress but under Pomefiore style and etc. So he instructs Rook and several other Pomefiore students to entertain Baby!Yuu while Vil makes a quick adjustment on turning the clothes suitable for babies. 

“Rook, pass Yuu to me. I’ve several clothes I’d like him to model. You there, set up the studio for a photography session. 

“Oui, my Roi de poison!”

“Right away, Dorm Leader!” 

Baby!Yuu blink and honestly, a little dizzy when he was suddenly rush and brought into a pleasantly cool and dim room. Now there are so many people running around, their purple robes fluttered behind them like butterfly wings! Baby!Yuu tried to reach and grasp the billowing robes but they always slip out of his hand. 

“Now then, hold still.” Vil murmurs, deftly switching Baby!Yuu clothes to a beautiful purple onesie. Vil even changed his clothes to match his. 

Baby!Yuu prove to be a highly easy child to entertain and was not all bothered by the flashing cameras. Rook, from the sidelines, would make funny faces so he would shriek with laughter in Vil arms. 

In less than two hours, over 5 photos of Vil and Baby!Yuu was uploaded into his Magicam account and the app even crashed due to the attraction they got! Baby clothing companies are frantically calling Vil’s manager to ask him to design clothes for them, young mothers couldn’t stop flooding the comments - praising how good they look while others are already starting a trend with: 

#DaddyVil #CutestOneOfAll #Vilhasason #Thethirstisreal #Wediditfolks #WEBREAKTHEINTERNET

Yeah... Vil and Baby!Yuu caused quite a stir online! 

Rook is having so much fun snapping photos, spoonfeeding Baby!Yuu his lunch after their impromptu fashion session that he completely forgets to check his buzzing phone. Honestly, everyone in Pomefiore fell a little bit in love with Baby!Yuu. And despite the hassle, Vil won’t ever admit that he enjoyed taking care of him. 

Now, when Epel finally returns to the dorm from his club practice, he did the ugliest spit take when he saw Vil on his throne, reading a storybook with Baby!Yuu on his lap. Rook came to quietly report that Vil’s bedroom is ready for Baby!Yuu to retire (nap. The dude made sure to throw plushies, soft blankets and pillows on Vil’s bed for Baby!Yuu) and his other dorm members are even sitting on the floor, listening to Vil’s soft voice as he continues to read. 

Immediately Epel turn around to run out of the dorm, phone already in his hand to call Ace. Because what the fuck!? Weren’t Adeuce + Grim supposed to take care of Baby!Yuu at Ramshackle!? 

But alas, poor Epel. He only managed to take two steps out of Pomefiore before Rook tackle him because Vil is crossed that Epel dirtied. Again. This is thrice in a single day, btw. 

Vil delicately close the book once Baby!Yuu had fallen asleep and Rook wrangled in a snarling Epel. Once he puts away Baby!Yuu in his bedroom, looks like he would need to scrub Epel down for good. 

[zukadiary]

Carly, can’t help but notice that in your bio and in certain of your reviews with photos of yourself attached, your makeup is flawless and your natural skin/smile is really amazing. In fact you look like an off-duty ken-7 Musume! If you have time and feel ok to do so, would you drop your skincare/makeup/beauty routine and your favourite products for us? Feels weird to ask but I promise it’s from a place of pure admiration only (well a tiny aesthetic crush *blushes*)

Goodness anon... I am FLATTERED, and I will try my best, but let’s for sure DISCLAIM A FEW THINGS:

1: My natural state is NOT PARTICULARLY AMAZING, I promise I am a very ordinary acne-covered human with rapidly graying hair like everyone else

Hello, this is the real me, the hermit currently working 12 hour days on her computer in her childhood bedroom.

2. If you’re just looking through my blog, literally I swear my #1 beauty tip is the B612 app, no I’m not kidding

Taken exactly 8 seconds after the previous, this is the “Peach” filter.

3. When I am in Japan, and particularly when I am going to see a show, I do approximately ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND PERCENT MORE to myself than I would do on a normal non-COVID basis. Am I proud of it? Absolutely not. Does it make me feel unbelievably self-conscious to walk into a place where everyone stares at you and on top of it everyone staring at you is very rich and half your size and shaves their arms and somehow doesn’t sweat? Unfortunately yes. 

So like, not quite off-duty ken-7 musumeyaku, more like on-duty ken-(redacted) musumeyaku, because I assure you I probably spend as much time as they do getting ready, and I am DEFINITELY not shinko-eligible.

4. I have done my makeup exactly one (1) time since the pandemic started, and it wasn’t even to go out, it was to take a new LinkedIn headshot because I am job hunting for a hotshot position. It took me an age and a half because I like, forgot what eyeshadow was.

THAT ALL SAID, I can give you the FEW tips of things that I actually feel like kind of work for me maybe??

I use different foundation in the winter (liquid) and summer (mineral powder). The latter is especially good if you’re in Japan during the Sweaty Times™, which is honestly like, April through November. I am, to be perfectly honest, NOT attached to any of the foundation brands I use. The powder is Lily Lolo and I only like it because it’s inexpensive for a natural brand but doesn’t suck.

When I am going to the theater, I do a wholeass layering routine of primer > foundation > concealer > setting powder > setting spray. Which, again, is mostly because Japan is the Sweaty Place, and I haven’t yet figured out the secret Japanese fan technique of not sweating.

The only things in my makeup routine I DO feel strongly about are 1) the Urban Decay eyeshadow primer potion, without which my eye makeup would never last more than 3 minutes, and Benefit Roller Lash mascara, which does a decent job of keeping my very straight eyelashes kinda curled all day. I also use cream blush, but I’m not attached to a particular brand.

THRIFTY TIP: I get all my eyeshadow, eye liner, highlighter powder, and setting powders from https://www.silknaturals.com/store/. Their stuff is VERY reasonably priced, all natural ingredients, and they dupe their colors from top makeup brands but sell them for cheaper/healthier ingredients/in little sifter jars so the powders stay clean and last way longer!

For skincare, to be perfectly honest, I have nothing I swear by; I had a routine that worked pretty well for a while but then one day up and stopped, and right now I’m struggling with a lot of skin issues, probably due to stress, and I’m still experimenting and trying to figure out something that works well. The only general tip I have is I have very dry skin and I use face oils as my moisturizer, it’s the only thing that works well enough. I think a lot of people are afraid of oils because it was marketed to us as the enemy when we were acne-prone teens, but as someone who has dealt with acne into adulthood I can say there are MANY that not only don’t worsen my acne but actually help it. Which ones will work for you is unfortunately pretty personal.

My hair is the bane of my existence in Japan (the sweaty place!!) because as soon as it goes above 1% humidity all bets are off with my hair down no matter how much ironing I do or how much product I use. If the weather is such that I CAN wear it down there, I pack like 5 cans of Batiste dry shampoo and try to only wash/dry/flat iron or curl my hair twice a week and just keep it alive in between, otherwise I’d go insane trying to do it every day. When I CAN’T wear it down, I braid it and spray it to my head using techniques I learned on YouTube. Here’s my summer hair playlist

This has been CARLY’S BEAUTY TIPS I guess and now also you all know what I really look like.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Overlay Me In Your Heart~Park Jimin x black! fem! reader {1}

Summary: After embarrassing yourself at your local arcade in front of popular, dance major (not to mention your school girl crush) Park Jimin, you seek advice on how to approach him, which is more than encouraged by your friends. Little did you know that Instagram would be the gateway, however once Jimin follows back, you can’t help but freeze at the realization. Can you manage to break through the constant filters and say-sos about Jimin to get to see him as a genuine person? And as a potential friend and eventual lover?      

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy, College AU, Slice of life, Smut(in later parts)

Word Count: 1, 839

Author’s Note: More Jimin because why not? (I know I’m biased) Also! My other Jimin fic, Mr. Flirt is on hiatus at the moment, I’m sorry if any of you guys really wanted me to continue that, I’m not really getting anything out of that fic at the moment. If you guys have any BTS or EXO requests send them my way! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

The first time I saw Jimin I thought he wasn’t real, like he was a model that stepped from the pages of Vogue. He doesn’t model, at least that’s what his best friend, Kim Taehyung told me when I asked him one afternoon in our Literature class. I wanted to ask him more about Jimin, yet I held back and saved it for Jungkook, who lives in the same building as I do and goes to Purple Bullet Arcade during the weekend too. That’s where I first saw Jimin, then and there as I lost all function: my eyes remained on his silver hair, white leather jacket, designer shirt and dark jeans that brought out the toned definition of his muscles extremely well.  

The Tekken round I was in the middle of was over once my attention got captured, leading Jungkook to make a comeback from his magic pixel of life. His guttural cry of victory broke me from my hypnotic fixation as both my eyes along with Jimin’s traveled over. 

“Finally!” Jungkook roared, “I beat you!”

I frowned as he continued to jump with glee, dancing like a goof without a care in the world. He stopped abruptly, eyes moved past me once I felt someone’s presence behind me.

“Hey Jimin!” he greeted. 

I turned, met Jimin’s smoldering dark brown eyes and froze. 

“Hey Kook,” he said, “you must be the one he beat, ah?”

“Ah, I’m I-I’m Y/N,” I said, “s-sorry I gotta go!”

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“Real smooth,” my best friend Denise says, “why’d you scurry out like a mouse?”

I cast my eyes down as I take in a sip of my vanilla latte. Magic Bean Cafe on campus makes the best, and it isn’t crowded on Fridays when Denise and I catch up. We also get to talk as loud as we want without anyone throwing looks our way, which is quite liberating especially after an 11 a.m lit class. 

“Um, you didn’t answer my question,” Denise presses as she leans across the table with a serious eye, “why were you so scary with Jimin?”

“Why wouldn’t I have been scared?” I counter, “Jimin is super intimating, he’s crazy gorgeous, popular as hell and he’s got like over a thousand followers, right?”

Denise shakes her head.

“Try half a mill and counting,” she says, “did you know he used to dance professionally in Busan before transferring here?”

“No,” I groan, “telling me that won’t help me.”

“Uh, yeah it will dude,” Denise notes, “most of his classes are in the liberal arts building and that’s where yours is as well so talk to him.”

I narrow my eyes at her. Did she not just hear what the hell just happened when I encountered him at the arcade?

“That’s easier said than done,” I say.

“Look, Jimin is super nice and I think you guys would hit it off,” she says, “Jin’s friends with him, along with Namjoon.”

Hearing her mention Jin makes me change the subject swiftly. 

“Jin eh?” I ask, “so how have things been with Jin, you guys make it official or what?”  

Denise scrambles a bit in her chair, attempting to play with her blue streaked braids as she struggles to find the words.

“We’re uh-”

She’s cut off by a sudden noise. 

“Your cheesy stuffed pretzel is ready!”

We both turn toward the counter of the coffee shop to see Jin in his well fitted white chefs apron and hat, posed elegantly on top of the counter with a plate that holds the said cheesy stuffed pretzel. 

I turn back to Denise who already has her head down on the table. Jin steps over to us with a model waiter stance: standing posed with his chin up and arm around his back.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets before turning back to Denise, “your snack Jagiya.”

I raise an eyebrow at the pet name.

“Jagiya, huh?”

Denise raises her head back up. 

“Yeah we are official,” she says, “kinda.”

Jin frowns. 

“Kinda?” he asks. 

Denise changes her tune quickly at Jin’s saddened tone.

“We are, we are,” she reassures, “it’s just a little embarrassing how you spoil me sometimes.”

“That’s because I want to,” he says, “now eat your pretzel Jagi.”

Denise rips off a piece prior to nudging the plate toward me. 

“Want a piece?” she asks.

I start to nod, yet Jin cuts me off.

“I can get her one! That one is for you to enjoy!” he scolds.

Denise rolls her eyes. 

“Jin, if you don’t.”

I chuckle at their apparent lovers quarrel. 

“Should I leave before the both of you start making out?” I joke. 

“No, wait!” Denise urges, “now that we got Jin here, he can tell you that Jimin is totally cool, right?”

I look to Jin who nods as he pulls up a chair to sit next to Denise. 

“Yeah, he’ll like you Y/N, you’re cool,” he explains, “wait, did you tell her about his Instagram?”

I grit my teeth as Denise nods.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“I wouldn’t go too much into that when you first talk to him,” Jin says, “he says a lot of American women are stunned by his amazing filters or whatever, I don’t know it word for word, but just try breaking the ice with something else!”

“Ok,” I say, “what would you suggest?”

Jin tilts his head. 

“Maybe dance?” he suggests, “that’s what he’s studying-”

“Or!” Denise growls, interrupting Jin, “you could be yourself and talk about gaming, take him to the Purple Bullet Arcade! You’re always there with Jungkook.”

“Yeah, but how would I know if I’m Jimin’s type?” I ask.

Jin tilts his head in confusion. 

“Eh! I already said he’ll probably like you!” he groans.

Denise nudges him in the ribs.

“Not what she meant,” she says, “she means black girls like us.”

Jin’s eyes widens but nods. It seems like that already had some sort of talk. Good. 

“Look Y/N, Taehyung always hangs out with the black frat guys and I think he dated a girl from the Step team,” she notes, “and Namjoon practically can’t keep his eyes away from the black women on this campus and I’m sure Jungkook-”

“Ok, I get it!” I say, “that’s Jimin’s company, but what about him?”

“I can’t tell for sure,” she says, “but the best thing to do would be to talk to him.”

I can only nod as the words get hammered into my head.

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Denise’s words, along with Jimin didn’t leave my mind as I sprawled over my messy, paper infested bed. I’m supposed to be reading Pride and Prejudice for my literature class, yet here I am scrolling through Instagram and absentmindedly liking my friend’s posts. 

Jungkook’s recent photo, he’s in front of the Purple Bullet Arcade.He’s dressed in a black hoodie and a beanie with the with one of his sleeves rolled up to show off his impressive muscle. The caption under the picture read: never skip biceps day or half off tokens day at the Purple Bullet Arcade! I mentally roll my eyes, but he’s shouting out the arcade. I got to like for that.

Namjoon’s photo comes next, he’s in a green cardigan with his glasses hanging on the edge of his nose and an open book in front of him. It looks like he’s in the Magic Bean Cafe. Of Course Jin would allow Namjoon to use it as his personal photo-shooting area, being that his parents founded the cafe and that they’re close friends. The caption under Namjoon’s picture read: finals are coming up guys don’t get too caffeinated and keep your heads in your textbooks!  At this point Namjoon is just asking to get roasted. That’s exactly what Yoongi did, another mutual friend of me and Denise.

His response was: no body looks that clean cut while studying, please take your prep school lookin ass back to the library!

It’s difficult not to hold in the laughter as my finger presses the heart to like the comment along with the post. For a good roast and roasting material. I continue to scroll until find Taehyung’s recent post and freeze. 

Taehyung looked flawless as always in his Gucci shirt and black slacks, yet he’s not alone in this one. He’s pictured with his arms around Jimin and Hoseok, both of them wearing baggy sweats and hats with matching logos. The caption under it read: just watched my bestie and his amazing dance partner practice, they’re gonna own this performance next month!  

I like it, of course, along with Hoseok’s comment with hearts and Jimin’s own with multiple smiley faces. My fingers don’t continue my pattern of scrolling however as my thumb hovers over Jimin’s username: ParkJimin_95.

I know Jin said not to bring up Instagram, but he didn’t say not to look at it when I’m alone. I click on his page before I over think  it, instantly regretting soon after.

I remain on his page a bit longer than I expected, fascinated by how stunning he is. The most recent pictures of him has him sporting his familiar silver hair, but his older pictures show him with various different colors: blue, pink, red, orange and black with different filters as well. I quickly scroll back, my heart skipping a beat once I realized that I accidentally followed him. Shit. 

I go to close the app, yet someone’s typing at me. My panic clears a bit once I realize it’s Namjoon. 

Namjoon: Get off instagram and study!

I roll my eyes.

Me: I was taking a break Joon.

Namjoon’s typing again. 

Namjoon: Oh ok, don’t stay on here too long!

Who’s mother does he think he is? No, I shouldn’t roast him, Yoongi already did that for me. Instead I answer back calmly.

Me: Sure mom!

Namjoon doesn’t respond back, good. Another notification pops up for me however and I click to see what it is. 

The notification read: ParkJimin_95 started following you. 

My thumb immediately finds the home button before I place my phone back onto my bed with it’s screen face down. Jimin, Park Jimin just followed me back. Maybe Namjoon is right, I should get back to studying. 

Just looking at Jane Austen’s bored expression on the back of my novel doesn’t get my brain’s wheels turning back towards the productive. Instead I gather up my phone again, it lit it up more Instagram messages: one from Jimin and one from Namjoon.

I ignore the one from Namjoon for now, because I don’t have time to be scolded and peek at the one Jimin sent me.

Jimin: Hey! I remember you from the arcade! So, you’re the infamous Y/N that beat Jungkook all the time.

I stare at the message for a moment, carefully put my phone into sleep mode and not open the message fully to leave him on read.

Maybe Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy can help me get my mind straight after all, cause I can’t seem to respond. At least not right now. 

Fin~Part I

[digimonadventuretimelines]

[17 - Lullaby for Zebra • Elise’s Sweet Song •]

“You, you will go there and destroy the factory which manufactures devices for the Chosen Children. If you fail… You won’t want to know.”

Those words echoed in the black furred digimon. He had nothing to lose, nothing to gain either. He was a machine, or he believed to. However, he was organic digimon. A wolf. And his master’s orders were clear.

Destroy the digivice factory. Probably giving Izumi Koushiro the biggest headache if said mission is accomplished.

But it was raining in the human world. It was also dark, and he couldn’t see anything than a flash of light till it hit him. Luckly, his body was strong enough and he survived. The car and its passengers also were fine, just shocked and scared of that lupine digimon. The couple’s Labramon and Plotmon barked furiously at the irresponsible digimon.

Those ones… Why were they yelling at him? It doesn’t matter… He got hurt with the accident, his paw was sprained and he wished he didn’t break it.

He walked till a park and hide himself inside one of those giant turtle-shaped “shelters” with slides and remained there for the rest of the night.

At the morning…

“Where you watching the stream, Elise?” Mitsuki voice was heard by the mysterious digimon, “Some things happened during it…”

“Oh, don’t worry Mitsuki” a girl at the same age as Mirai -- blond hair with bangs and hair looking like the 14yo Yamato, and green eyes wearing a cute sky blue dress -- responded to Mitsuki. Her voice was so sweet and gentle… “I was watching it, but the same moment you got interrupted I got lost. Actually, something came from the screen of my laptop.” 

“Something?” he blinked, then took his digivice from his pocket “Like this?”

“Yes! But mine is… Blue.”

“Oh…”

“Oh… a furred paw!” a child in the park, closer to where the cousins Mitsuki and Elise where, had found something cute and tried to poke it with a stick. They were all playfully with no malicious intent, but the lupine digimon roared and scared the children.

All those cries interrupted Mitsuki and Elise’s talk, catching their attention. Mitsuki approached from the group of children younger than him and his cousin.

“What’s wrong?”

They didn’t say anything, and just pointed at the pelt. Elise stood on an average distance and looked at the black fur.

“Oh a digimon...” she knelt to see it better “It’s a… Gabumon with a black pelt.”

“It’s okay” Mitsuki talked to the kids “I think it just got scared, we can handle it from here. Go play in another place please?”

The kids nodded and left; Mitsuki approached from Elise “Do you think something happened to be hidden there?”

“Hmm… It was raining last night. Maybe got lost or hurt…?” she kept going, approaching from the digimon “Hey little one? Are you hurt?”

“Be careful…”

The digimon growled, but she didn’t give up. Elise then started to hum a song, and that made the digimon reveal himself. As said previously by the girl, it was a Gabumon, but not a regular one -- it was a subspecies, BlackGabumon.

“Seems hurt” Mitsuki observed the digimon, “Little bud, did you get hurt?”

“...” BlackGabumon didn’t reply.

“Maybe we should call Mr. Kido?” Elise mused, but the mysterious Gabumon lied his head on Elise’s lap “Huh?”

“I think he liked you” Mitsuki chuckled, “Try to ask where it hurts, I will call Mr. Kido to take a look--”

“No,” Elise interrupted him, “He wouldn’t let anyone else approach from him. I can take care of this.”

“I’m not sure if it is a good idea…”

“Let’s get something for him to eat. I heard a belly noise.”

“Fine fine…”

 “More children got digivices!?” Daichi exclaimed, Hoshi nodded in response “But but how??”

“They were watching Mitsuki’s stream.”

“This seems a problem” Natsu frowned “I mean, in the past it was a big deal because non-Chosen had fear about the digimon… But now…”

“That seems the opposite of a problem” Sting intervened “This means a Chosen in our actual days won’t need to hide their digimon like before.”

“I understand that! The problem now is that you all are mercenary Chosen Children.”

“What?” Hoshi eyes widened “What do you mean, Natsu?”

“Um, means you’re not on Koushiro’s list. Means you’re like, unregistered Chosen Children. Since with the growth of the number of Chosen Children in the past… The Twelve created a contact list and then, an organization which works undercover to prevent more cases of DigiChosen being taunted by evil forces, such as the Digimon Kaiser’s case.”

“You didn’t tell me about that” Daichi squinted his eyes at her.

“I was about to tell you later” and Natsu responded by a shrug “Anyway, That registered list is important to keep in touch and to make sure no one is being used by evil guys.”

“That didn’t work at all…” Ulforce shrugged. Daichi stared at him and he quailed.

“Ok, but how many people were watching Mitsuki’s stream?” the boy asked.

“Let me see,” Hoshi began to count “Mirai, Mike, Reika, Jin… I think Elise too?”

“Five people... Counting with Kiyoko, Eiji, you and me… 10 kids with a digivice. This means it’s a reasonable number. Excluding the unknown child, we have ten kids with ten digimon partners. But, with Brave Tamer we have 11 D-TimeRune holders...”

 “We’re back!” Elise smiled, then stood by BlackGabumon’s side “I brought you some snacks. There was a DigiNoir store around. Here, eat it.”

The digimon gently took the DigiNoir box and opened it. He quietly replied “... Thank you.”

“Huh, what’s going on Mitsukiii?” Pit asked.

“Elise found a digimon” he took the digivice to let his partner see the scene.

“Oh! A Gabumon! But… Is it OK?”

“Of course it is” Elise giggled “He looks like a Zebra. Black and white. Can I call you by Zebra, Gabumon?”

“... Ok.”

“H-hey we don’t know if he’s partnered with someone, Elise…”

“... No” Zebra answered.

“Oh he talked with you…” Pit blinked.

“That’s an improvement…”

“Where did you get hurt? Should I call a doctor for you?” Elise asked, looking at one of Zebra’s paws.

“... No” then he showed the injured paw to Elise “this one.”

“Oh…” he took the digimon’s paw with caution “It’s okay I will talk with a friend, his dad is a digimon doctor. He will tell me what to do so you can heal your paw.”

“... Ok.”

Elise then took her phone and took a photo of her new friend’s paw. Also scanned it with an app created for the purpose of collecting data and information about the digimon’s health. On the next day, she went to see doctor Kido and request for his help. Joe admired the girl’s kind act and examined the data.

“Your friend will be fine, it was just a sprained paw. No broken or dislocated issues.”

“Oh thank you, dr. Kido” she sighed and her muscles relaxed. That a relief.

“I will write the procedures to help you heal his paw.”

“Oh okay.”

She took the paper with the instructions and went back to Zebra’s whereabouts with the medicine. Mitsuki thought it would’ve been a hard task… But apparently that BlackGabumon was feeling safe with Elise around. Mitsuki wondered why, and what had happened to Zebra’s paw in the first place. With no answers from the digimon, he went on a investigative mission by requesting Mirai’s eyes on the cameras around the town.

“I don’t know what you’re looking for” Mirai swirled her office chair to look at Mitsuki in the eye “but On that rainy night something came from the portal on the Sector W. And as you can see...”

She zoomed in the lupine shadow popping out of the Digital Gate. It was a Garurumon? The image was not very good due to the ambient light and the rain also messed with the colors. But Mirai is a computer genius: She ripped the video off the database, and edited it to show the details they couldn’t not see by the light and rain. It wasn’t a flawless edit, but they could see it better: A Garurumon with black fur came out of the portal.

“Do you think… This is the same digimon from the park?” Mitsuki frowned, he didn’t know what to do or what to think of “Is it dangerous?”

“Hmm… That Garurumon appears on this other camera here, and he got hit by a car. Don’t worry, no one got critically hurt. If this is one of the refugees digimon… Lupinmon’s troops will come after him.”

“... Could you tell Daichi about it please? I will warn Elise, she needs to know.”

“Hold on, you keep Elise protected and I will keep you in touch in case of something coming after the Gabumon.”

Mitsuki nodded, and he left in a hurry. Mirai frowned, then looked at the screen and saw Brave Tamer’s chat icon blinking.

 “So, what should we do about it” Eiji asked Kiyoko, his eyes paying attention at her and her walking from here to there “You said that mr. Motomiya is a digimon now?”

“I can’t think straight now! Why is it happening to my family!? And to my friends!?”

“Please stay calm”

“I can’t Eiji! My dad is being called a THREAT! My dad, the most beloved person who always cares about the others and encourages them to break their limits… Is against us! I’m not sure if Mr. Yagami won’t… Won’t condemn him.”

Deep down, Eiji had concerns as well. His uncle was one of the closest friends of Daisuke, so he believed Taichi wouldn’t do something terrible like treating Daisuke as a traitor. But Kiyoko had all rights to be concerned and skeptical about it.

All he could do was gently accept her feelings towards the situation.

“Taichi won’t do that” Miyako was present in the room alongside the digimon, Daichi, Hoshi and Natsu “He knows your dad is not doing it on purpose.”

Kiyoko ran to Miyako’s arms, hugging her mother tightly. Miyako smiled and patted the girl’s hair. The grip around her waist has loosen at the first instance Kiyoko felt her mother’s hand on her head.

“Don’t worry.”

“May I ask what should we do?” Eiji calmly repeated his question, now expecting a different response.

Daichi rested his chin on his hand, “We need to… Keep preventing my brainwashed dad to commit a terrible mistake. Meanwhile I… Uh, I will go researching how to save him.”

  Days has passed. Zebra, the mysterious BlackGabumon decided to stay with that girl in that world. However…

“Why is he taking too much time to return!?”

The shadow punched the wall, fist clenched. The tension of that action made some of the scouts step back, glancing at him with fear in their faces.

“What? Why are you looking at me, you pack of imbeciles!?” he gritted his teeth “Go back to work!”

They panicked and returned to their usual activities. A greenish Kunemon subspecies -- Dokunemon -- approached from him.

“What now?”

“The eyes of the forest said Lupinmon was breaking your control again.”

“I am aware of it, I can read my victim’s mind. He’s stubborn and strong, and that one name going through his head… That kid is a problem.”

“Kid…?”

  That kid… The new Chosen Child.

“What are you thinking of?”

Magnamon caught him staring at his own reflex on the lake, next to the facilities of the army. Something went off in his opinion that he couldn’t tell the loyal knight… Because he had no idea how to.

“It’s nothin’, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“... The man and the kid… They seemed familiar to me.”

Magnamon did not respond, only kept his eyes lying on Lupinmon and quietly heard him.

“What is this feeling? Why I… I want to help them find this ‘important person’ he meant?”

“I don’t know… But we need to do something.”

“Let’s do it then, find that human-- Argh!”

“Master, what’s going on-- Ugh!”

Flying in the air and gesturing hands to show who was inducing pain to Daisuke and Vee, a humanoid digimon with human face, but his mask had resembles of Stingmon. It wore a suit, flashing moth wings moved to keep him hovering over the duo’s heads.

“Ah, I see you’ve been questioning stuff again. There’s no reason to ask yourself about said feelings. You’re a soldier. You and Magnamon serve this cause.”

That headache kept them unable to respond, all they were doing was growling and hearing that humanoid moth-like digimon speaking inside their minds.

“You poor beings are alive to serve me. So keep loyal to me and I will keep you two alive, or else...”

Daisuke and Magnamon’s eyes glowed in red, just like the time the Digimon Kaiser had control over the digimon once. Once the pain vanished, they looked up and in a very mechanical way.

“Yes, master Papillonmon.”

Papillonmon smirked, with the Dokunemon chuckling at the scene.

[sparklemichele]

Flawless Part 2

Florian Munteanu x Black Reader

Read Part One here

As soon as you walked in the door of your apartment you made a beeline to your closet. You flew the doors open, walked in and started to search. Within ten minutes you were frustrated and Facetimed your best friend in Atlanta.

“I can’t find anything to wear!” You screamed at her as soon as the call connected.

“First of all, calm down. Wear for what?”

You realize you forgot to tell her the news.

“What?!! With Big Nasty?!!” Now it was her turn to scream.

“Don’t scream. You are going to make me freak out even more.” You were going to cry.

“Girl, have you seen his Instagram post today?”

“No! I don’t need to see it. I just saw him a few minutes ago.” You were starting to panic again. Your friend was not helping.

“Angela you are not helping.”

“Look, your wardrobe is flawless. It’s a mesh between Olivia Pope and Annalise Keating. You have something. Look harder!”

“Angela, the man lives in fuckin track suits for God sakes. What would I have that would go with that?”

“It doesn’t matter ‘cause you will be naked by the end of the night anyway.” Angela laughed.

“You know what…fuck you!” You laughed.

“Not me honey....him.”

“I can’t with you right now. I will call you later.” You ended the call more frazzled. She did not help your situation. You continued to search and finally sighed with relief when you came across an off white off the shoulder large sweater and white trousers. 

(Michele’s Note M/N- Kerry Washington is not my face claim. Just the outfit)

 It will have to do. You looked in your full-length mirror and gazed at your hair that was pulled up in a bun. It would have to be a quick wash and go for this 4C hair tonight. You blew a raspberry as you thought of what you were going to do for the next five and a half hours. It surely would not take you that long to get ready. You decided to have a glass of wine to calm your nerves and stalk his Instagram. You smiled as you gazed at the pic he posted of the day. It was from his workout today. The man had the body of a God. After a few moments of looking at his IG you found yourself squirming on your couch. You closed the app. You found something to busy yourself with around the house until it was time to get ready. You were putting on your makeup when you received a text from a number asking for your address. You assumed it was Florian and you texted him your address.

 See you in a few.

 You smiled at his reply.

 You looked at yourself in your full-length mirror. You looked damn good you thought. You were still self-conscious about your extra pounds, but the sweater had help hidden them.  Your hair had dried just at your shoulders. Your makeup was flawless. You were proud of yourself. You jumped when you heard the hard knock at the door. Damn he knocked like he was the police. You tried to take your time getting to the door, but you knew you probably opened it too fast. You did little to stifle back the gasp that came from your mouth. He had on blue jeans with a black, tight long sleeve shirt on that showed off his physique and his gold cross adorn his neck. He was gorgeous.

“Wow! You look beautiful.” He told you.

Heat rose to your face. “Thank you.”  You said sheepishly.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” You grabbed your keys and small purse off the hall table and followed Florian out to his car. You almost laughed as he had a BMW as well. Well they were popular Germany cars. Florian opened the passenger side for you and you crawled in. After a few moments Florian squeezed in.

“I’m going to take you to one of my favorite restaurants. It is own by this couple who I have known for years. The food is outstanding. Would you like that?”

You nodded yes. You didn’t know if you were able to form a full sentence yet. Florian tried to make conversation with you and you warmed up a little but not much as a lot of your answers were yes or no. You needed wine stat. You both finally pulled up to the quaint restaurant. Florian quickly got out the car and opened your side of the car. He took your hand and helped you out. You chose to ignore the spark you felt when your hand was in his. Florian put his hand at the small of your back as you both walked into the restaurant. You didn’t know if it was who Florian was and his size or your skin color, but the restaurant seems to have gone silent went you both walked in.  The stares made you uncomfortable. Picking up on your emotion Florian wrapped his arm around your waist. You don’t know if that made you feel better or worse.  

“Florian! How good to see you!” and older lady called to him as she walked up hugging him tight. “You must be Y/N. Aren’t you just stunning.” She said genuinely.

“Thank you.” You smiled. You sighed with relief when you both were seated at your table. “Can I have your wine list please.”

“Of course, my dear.”

“Look at me.” Florian demanded when his friend left. Your eyes found his. “Don’t worry about the people in here. It’s just you and me. Sophia and Walter are good people. That’s all you need to worry about. I wouldn’t bring you to a place where you need to worry.”

“I just don’t want no one to come hit me in the back of me head.” You confessed. Florian frowned.

“That’s not going to happen. More importantly you think I would let anything like that happen to you?”

Florian looked at you sternly waiting for your reply.

“No.” You finally answered.

“No, I would not. Let’s enjoy the evening and not worry about the other patrons.” Florian requested and that was what you did. You enjoyed your evening with him. You let him order for you and you were not disappointed in your dish. You enjoyed hearing him speak in German to the waiter as he ordered. You enjoyed the wine you had and most of all you enjoyed his company. You were looser and more talkative on the way home. You found yourself touching him more to emphasize points in your conversations. He made you laugh, and you made him laugh. You did not want the night to end when he pulled up to your apartment. Florian as always, a gentleman opened the door for you and this time took your hand in his massive hand and walked you to your door.

“I had a wonderful time tonight.” You told him once to your door.

“I did as well.” Florian caressed your cheek and the look of passion on Florian’s face caught you off guard. You did not expect to see his eyes ablaze looking at you with pure desire. Florian reached down, cupped your face, angled his head as not to hit your nose and softly kissed your lips. Florian kissed you softly, slowly and gently. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he intensified the kiss. Florian’s tongue found places in your mouth you didn’t even realize you had, and your knees became so weak that you lost your balance. Florian snaked his thick arm around your waist to hold you up without breaking the kiss. You moaned in his mouth as he sucked on your tongue long and slow. You knew you needed to pull away as your knees continued to buckle and he was literally holding you up and you began to feel wetness pool at your center. All this from a kiss? Florian finally pulled away with a low growl and a hazy look in his eyes. He closed his eyes and rest his forehead with yours.

“Damn.” He whispered. “I can smell how wet you are.”

Your head flew back and hit the wall.

“Oh my God!” You screeched with embarrassment.

Florian’s eyes flew open and he grabbed the back of your head as he heard the loud thud of your head hitting the wall.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” You were mortified. “I better go.” You started to move to head up stairs, but Florian would not budge. “Florian, let me go.”

His response was to lean over, and softy kiss you and you instantly calmed down from your embarrassment. Florian kept the kiss light and short this time. He pulled at your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away causing you to shudder. He caressed your cheek smiling down at you and you could not help but smile back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow ok?”

“Ok” You replied. You watch him walk to his car and as he drove away you remembered you didn’t have a training session tomorrow. So, he already made plans to see you again. You smiled to yourself as you walked into your apartment.

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