#off to change all of my profile pictures on every account haha

[skeleton-beneath-this-skin]

My profile picture is a chibi Takeshi with bunny ears…I drew that…

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.

[thebluesunflower44]

Hello please tell me literally everything about leaves on the vine thank you good day

hi! thank you for the ask! you're going to regret saying 'literally everything' as soon as you click Keep Reading (: but first, a snippet

Toph😎 added Azula ⚡

[Sokka] Toph why

[Toph] Oops pressed the wrong button

[Suki] ...your phone is controlled entirely by your voice

[Katara] NOT AZULA!! She tried to kill all of us at some point!

[Aang] She nearly did kill me 😢

[Azula] Well, I DIDN'T, did I?

I should've tried harder.

[Zuko] AZULA

[Azula] Fine, that's not what I meant to say.

Honestly, I don't remember that. I was probably fucked up.

I was crazy back then heh huh hehehe

WIP ask game

I have a VERY MESSY, general outline for this, but it could change at any time. mostly just going where the gaang takes me!

the story is set 7 years post-war. yes, this is done so that toph can say "what up I'm toph, 19, and I never fuckin learned how to read." that's the only reason.

Sokka, Teo, and the Mechanist have invented phones, electricity, the Internet, search engines, and social media apps in those seven years. (if you like keeping your brain intact, you should definitely not think about the logicality of this story.) Iroh often helped generate electricity until the factories could sustain themselves and Toph was the one to create gadgets suitable for people who are blind.

on the seventh anniversary of the war's end, they unveil the phones to the public. the devices are available to everyone and there's no social inequity because this is my fic and what I say goes

they have Tumblr, but Toph insisted that they name it Rumblr. there is also Kohbook (haha get it like Facebook) that is used exclusively by the White Lotus, Kanna, Aunt Wu, and, for some reason, Bosco. cue ALL the facebook memes. we have them typing in capslock randomly, using all the wrong emojis at the worst time, shit-talking Pakku publicly because they forgot how to open HawkMessenger, praising their children/grandchildren/students to the skies and then ending with a really embarrassing anecdote...it's a fun time

idk a good name for the ATLA Twitter app (if you guys have ideas, help) BUT do you guys know that one account that pretended to be other people? I think the handle was jaboukie? they pretended to be other people by changing their username and profile picture, and then tweeted embarrassing things?? hopefully that rings a bell,, anyway - toph is going to do that. she likes the chaos.

uhh okay as for the actual plot, we start with an oblivious zuko and deep in denial katara. we also have suki and sokka who have to be separated for now, and there's a lot they're realizing they don't know about each other, so they have a bumpy road ahead. and then there's aang and toph who aren't even thinking of each other that way, but they will. they will

zuko is actually dating mai at the start of the story. that goes as well as can be expected from a zk story. as their relationship deteriorates, suki and toph are busy pulling katara out of denial, which culminates in the last snippet from this link

aang and toph development fhjkdsahf i still have to figure this out. never written them before so this will be a challenge

suki and sokka talk about how war has affected them. maybe they decide to take a break? look i really cannot write angst-less stories

iroh decides, after a few months of seeing zuko be mopey and face 107 assassination attempts, that he needs a wife. he arranges a whole partner selection thing without zuko's knowledge, and zuko, for all his Fire Lordy powers, doesn't know how to get out of this or refuse his uncle anything

katara is not included in the pool of possible wives, because everyone knows putting her name in a hat like that would piss her off. interestingly enough, she's pissed off anyway! it's anyone's guess why...

development shown through vine references yay

the whole shebang where zuko realizes he's looking for katara in every woman and confesses to katara

some more dramatic lines and growth blah blah blah

ofc, we also have sukka and taang developing in the meantime. sukka has probably gotten back together, and taang's nearing the point of getting together

insert melodramatic, tearjerking zk reunion here

kiss and be happy. maybe another assassination attempt if i'm in the mood for it

the end. maybe? probably

if you read all of this, I'm sorry. my brain is jumbled. here's another teaser :D

[Zuko] KATARA I NEED YOUR HELP

[Katara] On my way. What did you do now

[Z] Hey! I didn't do anything

I need help picking a wife. These ladies are terrifying

---chat switch---

[Katara] I hate Zuko. I'm going to bash him so hard the next time I see him

[Suki] 👀👀

[Toph] 😏😏😏😏😏

[Katara] That's not even an innuendo what is wrong with you two

[Suki] 😏😏😏😏

[Toph] 👀👀👀

[Katara] 🤬🤬🤬

[illfoandillfie]

DMs

Pairing: Ben Hardy x F!Reader

Summery: You run a nsfw snapchat account. Ben's horny.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), partially written as chat text, video chat sex, masturbation, fingering, sex toys, nipple play, voyeurism I guess, fuckboy ben

Words: 3774

A/N: Inspired by something El posted. I love Ben but he’s got them fuckboy/lad vibes and im positive he’d get down on some sc porn

Taglist:  @laedymoon​  @dtfrogertaylor​   @ezmina98​  @vee-ndetta​ @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama​ @deakyclicks​ @jennyggggrrr​ @drowseoftaylor​  @hannafuckingsucks​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​

@veriloquently​

Your phone buzzed, the familiar noise distracting you from your book. Considering you’d just posted a new photo, partially hidden by emojis, to Instagram and updated your snapchat story with the uncensored version, it was hardly surprising you were getting messages.

YourNewDaddy: Mmm baby let me pound you

You clicked through to his profile. Absolutely nothing. The profile picture was some abs that could belong to anyone. No recent snaps, nothing. For a few seconds you considered replying with your payment details but decided against it. He wasn’t worth your time.  

The whole NSFW account thing had started a while ago on Tumblr and then Instagram. A way to kill time and get some attention that you weren’t receiving in the real world. But then the porn ban had happened which severely limited what you could post, so you’d mostly moved to Snapchat, using everything else to advertise. A few months after the move you started getting guys offering to pay you to do specific things. One had wanted an audio recording of you calling him Daddy and begging for his cock with a few moans thrown in. Another had wanted a video of you and a dildo, though he’d had to pay more. Since then you’d used your accounts to pick up a bit of extra cash here and there. Nowhere near enough to live off of, but it came in handy.

You clicked back out of the app, put down your phone and went back to your book, hoping someone entertaining would at least comment on the photo soon. Barely half a page later another ding pulled you away. This time Instagram.  

Benhardy: Just came over you

Quick and to the point. Fuckboy energy. You clicked onto his profile half expecting another faceless timewaster. No description or links to other sites but he had a profile picture. And some fifty odd photos. Not many posts considering his million followers but at least you knew he was a real person. You scrolled through his feed trying to put gather what info you could before you responded. Lots of photos of himself sometimes with friends. A few that were clearly modelling jobs or, more likely considering the movie trailers and saved story called Oscars 2019, promotional photoshoots for magazines. And he was a proud dog dad. Definitely attractive. You wondered briefly why someone so handsome was getting off to half dressed girls on Instagram but put it out of your mind as you opened his conversation up again. Who cared why as long as he was talking to you? After all, he was hot and willingly giving you attention. Plus, if he was an actor or whatever he probably wouldn’t mind paying for something special, once you’d given him a taste. The only question left was how to approach the conversation.  

You: Really? That’s so flattering!

You: Kind of wish you’d cum over me for real tho, bit bored

Benhardy: dirty girl

Benhardy: could probably think of some way to keep you busy

Benhardy: you’re fit

You: haha aww thank you! I post more often on snap if you wanna follow. don’t have to hide behind swimwear and emojis there. easier to chat too, unless you prefer kik or something

He didn’t reply. You frowned at your phone wondering if you’d shown your hand too soon. Perhaps you should have kept up the flattered damsel act a little longer, waited before mentioning Snapchat. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a chat, just genuinely wanted to compliment you, even if it was in a gross slightly derogatory way. Or maybe he just got cold feet. You sighed as you swiped back to check what other people had been sending you. A few more ignorable accounts, a couple messages you didn’t like enough to respond to straight away. And then another Snapchat notification.  

Ben Jones: had to create an account but I’m here

You: oh! you’ve changed your name

Ben Jones: Hardy’s the stage name lol

You: hmmm hardy… little bit of a pornstar name

You: or could be if you changed the ben part.

Ben Jones: that’s my backup plan in case actual acting doesn’t work out lol

Ben Jones: not too out of place right now tho

You: haha that because of me?

Ben Jones: maybe. loved the photos in your story you’ve got great tits

Ben Jones: kinda wanna see you pinch and pull on them

And so it began. You leaned forward to pull your shirt off and then settled back against the pillows, running your fingers around your nipple until it was hard. Angling the camera towards your chest you pinched your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. The camera clicked as you took a photo and then clicked again as you tugged your nipple away from your body, hissing a little at the pain.

You: Like this?

Ben Jones: perfect

Ben Jones: really are lovely tits.

You: surprisingly don’t hear that much irl so ty

Ben Jones: u don’t? criminal

You: lmao yeah but that’s what I have you for

Ben Jones: happy to help

Ben Jones: What are you wearing?

You: Just a pair of knickers now

Ben Jones: sexy

Ben Jones: can I see?

You: just the knickers or the whole look?

Ben Jones: whole look first

Ben Jones: then just the knickers so I can see the wet spot you’re making

You wriggled against the pillows, shuffling further down the bed. Long ago you’d learnt which angles were the easiest to take photos in and which were the best to show off your body. A full body shot was easiest when you leaned your phone up against a stack of books or something at the foot of the bed and used the timer on the camera to get a few shots of you kneeling. It left your hands fee to squeeze your tits if that seemed appropriate or slip into your underwear, or to put behind your back in a pose that seemed innocent but actually pushed your hips and chest forward. For Ben though you felt something that appeared a little more casual would be appropriate. You lay back, head raised slightly on your pillows, feel flat against the mattress so your knees were in the air and pressed together. Carefully you positioned the camera, wrist twisted a little to get the angle just right. You brought your free hand up to your breasts, pulling your nipple again since Ben seemed to like it, and snapped a photo. The shot of your underwear was easier, legs spread, pushing your hips up slightly to get a clear shot of the wet patch that had been slowly growing since the start of the conversation, though a little added saliva to make it more obvious didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t be able to tell.  

Ben Jones: hot

Ben Jones: like got me so hard again hot

You: does that mean I get a picture in return?

Ben Jones: Only if you take your knickers off for me

Ben Jones: wouldn’t be fair otherwise since im not wearing underwear😉  

You took your time sending him a new photo and got one back almost straight away. You would have scoffed at his eagerness to show himself off but, with a body like his you couldn’t really blame him. You zoomed into the photo, trailing your eyes over every inch of it. Messy blonde hair, though whether it was intentionally messy or just like that from him grabbing it while he jerked off over your photo you weren’t sure. Gorgeous eyes, heavy lidded and a little fucked out. One arm behind his head as he lay on his bed. It looked carefree and spontaneous, like someone else had taken the photo at the very moment he looked at the camera, but it showed off the muscles in his arms too well to be coincidence. And speaking of muscles. The boy was a fucking Adonis. You were instantly struck by the desire to drag your nails down his chest and leave a trail of hickeys and bite marks all the way down to his toned stomach and tight waist. You clenched your thighs together at the thought as you slowly revealed the bottom half of the photo. He had his legs outstretched though one was more bent than the other, knee jutting out to the side. Almost too casual to be casual, especially with the way he had his hand wrapped around his cock, like the photo was taken mid stroke. You couldn’t help linger over that particular part of the photo. It was a lovely hand, big with noticeable veins, exactly the sort that could make you weak in the knees. And the same could be said for the dick it was holding. You wondered briefly where this Ben guy had come from and what you could possibly have done to catch his attention.  

Ben Jones: is that silence because you’re so impressed

The message made you roll your eyes. Hot he might be, but he was still just another desperate fuckboy looking for a naked girl to drool over and a quick orgasm.  

You: well I’m not not impressed

Ben Jones: no need to be shy. just say you’re imagining riding me and I'd understand

You: wasn’t before. Am now.

Ben Jones: what were you picturing before?

You: doggy

Ben Jones: be happy to let you try both and compare.

You: let me film it and watch the tapes back to study your game?

Ben Jones: wait this is dumb.

Your frowned at your phone. For such typical guy, the sort you’d dealt with so many times before, Ben sure was hard to pin down.  

You: what?

Ben Jones: you comfortable doing live chat?

Ohhhh

You: umm sure thing

Ben Jones: you don’t have to

You: i know that. you couldn’t force me to even if you wanted, beauty of doing this online. i just don’t do live very often. or I charge for it.

Ben Jones: that desperate for me?

You: you caught me in a good mood

You let the call ring for a bit, wanting to make sure Ben understood how in control you were and how much more he needed it than you. But eventually you picked up, settling back against your pillows. Ben seemed to be in a similar position, leaning against his headboard, the screen showing you his face and bare shoulders. “Hi,” “Hi,” his voice was deeper than you’d expected, thrown by how soft and, dare you say, feminine his features were, and yet it suited him perfectly. You could only imagine how that voice would sound growling out sexually charged complements, the thought appealing enough to have you pressing your thighs together. There was a moment of silence as you took each other in, not quite sure how to continue now that you’d switched from text.   “So you going to show me how wet you are?” Once again his demeanour had you wanting to roll your eyes though you refrained, “No.” “No?” His confusion was entertaining to say the least. So many of the men who contacted you assumed you were going to be outright submissive and meek, taking whatever photos they demanded and doing everything they told you to with a smile and a yes sir. So proving them wrong, defying them, taking control, that was fun. Almost an aphrodisiac in its own right. Sometimes you’d eventually submit, play the brat and then let them win, and if they were paying it was a different story. But Ben struck you as the kind of guy who could use a little more pushback. Probably used to getting his way, having his pick of the litter. Lord knows had he hit on you in real life you probably would have agreed to whatever he wanted just to feel his hands on you. But here, on your profile, you had the power. Plus, in the back of your mind you suspected that being a little more assertive might just make him more interested in seeing you submit and maybe a little more willing to pay for the pleasure.   “Not yet.” “Bit of a bold move considering I could just go find someone else to look at. There’re these things called porn sites, yeah?” “But they’re so impersonal. Isn’t this more fun?” He paused, eyeing you, and then let out a breath, “You got me there.” “Figured, since the video chat was your idea and all.” “Just got sick of typing one handed.” “Mmhmm, sure.” “So are you going to show me your cunt then?” “Eventually. But what’s the rush?” you stood up, making sure to let the camera dip just a little so Ben got a quick flash of your chest. “How about I’m hard as hell and want to get off?” “You’re not the only one who wants to get off so just hold your horses for a second while I get my toys.” “There are toys now?” You could see Ben’s shoulder move as he started to stroke himself again. “Told you to hold your horses. Stop touching yourself.” Ben’s arm stopped its movement though he seemed a little taken aback by his own obedience. “Good boy,” you watched for Ben’s reaction, not disappointed as he swallowed hard, his cheeks going pinker than they already were. That was interesting. “Yes there are toys, you wanna see?” “Do I get to pick which ones you use?” “Maybe,” “Go on, show me then,” You flipped the camera around as you opened your chest of draws. There wasn’t much in there, a couple different dildos and vibrators, a set of nipple suckers, mostly things you’d bought to fulfil requests guys were paying you for. You picked up the nipple suckers and held them up to the camera. “I assume you’d like to see me in these since you liked watching me play with my nipples.” “Mmhmm, absolutely. Also want to see you with a dildo. You got one with a suction base? Might tell you to ride it the way you’d ride me,” he seemed to be doubling down on the pull for control after you’d seen his reaction to being told what to do, determined to put you in your place or whatever. “Unfortunately, no. But this one will do,” you took hold of a silicon dildo, pulling it from the draw, “Don’t think it's as big as you but it does vibrate and that’s guaranteed to work.” “I’ll allow it, though I think we both know I’d be better.” “I’m going to ignore that,” you said as you turned the camera back towards you and headed back to your bed, settling against the pillows again. You propped the camera up against a pillow so Ben could watch as you placed the suckers over your nipples, whimpering at the sudden taught feeling. You picked the phone back up, giving Ben a closer view of your boobs. “They suit you. And you can ignore it all you like but when you start doing what I say and I let you fuck yourself into your third orgasm I’ll remind you. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you where you can meet me in real life and show you exactly how good I am.” “You’re a cocky one, aren’t you?”   “In every sense. If I remember correctly you were speechless at the sight.” “You’ve got a bad memory, Benny boy.” Slowly you let your fingers trail down to your pussy. You didn’t believe he was as good as he thought he was – you’d dealt with too many overconfident wankers, both in real life and online, to believe another one – but the game you’d fallen into, the back and forth teasing, not entirely sure who was in control at any one time, was arousing to say the least. It was certainly one of the less predictable conversations you’d had recently.   “If not speechless then certainly wet. Show me your pussy, wanna see you touching yourself.”” “Who said I’m touching myself?” you slipped a finger into your entrance, trying to keep your breathing even.” “You’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. So show me.” “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Ben gave you a fleeting look, eyebrow raised, before his camera flipped and you were once again looking at his hand wrapped around his cock, red and leaking precum. You turned your camera too, making sure he had a good view. “Add a second finger for me.” You did as he asked, “You been a good boy and not touched? Or do I have to tell you off for misbehaving?” “I didn’t but it wasn’t because of anything you said. Just didn’t want things to finish before I heard you beg me to cum.” He began to stroke himself, keeping in time with the slow pace you’d set as you pumped your fingers in and out of your pussy. “Sure,” you panted, adding a third finger, “so if I told you to stop now,” His hand halted. “Well aren’t you just so obedient,” You removed your fingers from yourself, reaching to grab the dildo, “you wanna see me fuck myself properly? Watch me cum all over this toy, pretend it’s your cock making me moan?”   “God yes,” his voice cracked a little, fingers twitching against himself as he briefly let the cocky, controlling persona fall away. It didn’t last long, “Show me how deep you can take that cock. C’mon, I know what a fucking slut you are, getting off on people watching you.” You didn’t bother arguing, sliding the dildo along your dripping folds before pressing it into yourself with a whine. “Wait, hang on a sec.” The was the sound of shuffling and the screen went black as Ben moved around but, eventually, he flipped the camera again and settled back on the bed. He’d propped his phone up somewhere in front of himself, letting you see every inch of him from his face to his hard, leaking cock, “better?” “Oh much, hang on I’ll do the same," you carefully pulled the dildo from yourself and sat up, leaning your phone against a stack of books on your bedside table and then adjusting your pillows in front of it, “we good?” “Yeah, take the nipple things off though, wanna see your tits properly.” You did as he asked, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Ben chuckled, “God I can’t wait to hear how loud you moan imaging how hard I’d fuck you.” You slid the dildo back into your entrance, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself as you brought your other hand up to squeeze your breast, “mmm, you look so pretty when you’re all needy Benny.” It wasn’t a lie, between his lust blown eyes, flushed cheeks and soft pout, Ben looked incredible and it only turned you on more, “Want to show me how needy you can get? Want me make you beg?” “Faster. Harder,” he ignored your questions in favour of giving you another order but you were sure you’d heard his voice crack just a little. You sped up, whining with each thrust, Ben’s hand matching your pace as his slid his thumb over the tip and spread the precum over his length. “Fuck your wet, I can hear it. That all because of me?” “Maybe a-a bit. Also just like, fuck, being watched,” “Turn on the vibrator and rub your clit,” Ben’s voice was husky, impossibly deep and rough, “don’t stop until I say.” You moaned as the vibrations started, angling the dildo to rub against your g-spot on every pass.   “There you go, being a good little slut. Gonna cum how I tell you to.” “On-only if you cum how I tell you to.” You almost let the dildo fall from your grasp, so shocked were you by the whine Ben let out, “Like that idea? Want me to tell you what to do? If I told you to stop and watch me would you?” “No,” he said, steadfastly sticking to the game although his hand faltered and his voice had mostly lost the controlling edge he’d had before, all desperate, whiny need. “N-not sure I beli-eve you.” “Please don’t stop. Wanna cum so bad,” “I know y-ou do Benny.” “You close?” “Yes, fuck Ben, so close.” “Cum for me, come on, be a good slut and cum,” “Not. Yet. Play with your balls Benny, wanna see you cum first.” His gasped turned into a strangled cry as he ran his fingers over his testicles before lightly squeezing them “T-turn the vibrator higher,” Neither one of you were in control anymore, too caught up in getting yourselves and each other off, though you were both determinedly looking at the screen, watching each other. Ben’s lip was caught between his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he let out some of the prettiest moans you’d ever heard. It only served to push you closer to the edge, your own moans escaping as you bucked your hips rhythmically in time with the dildo moving in and out of your cunt. Ben finished a split second before you did, your eyes glued to the white now painting his stomach as you held the dildo in place, its vibrations making your toes curl.

The was a moment of quiet as you both collected yourselves, the only sounds his panted breaths and your soft whine as you removed the dildo from yourself, and then Ben spoke.   “Fuck that was hot.” “Yup,” “I thought your tits were good enough to wank over but Christ. That’s gonna keep me going for a bit.” You laughed, relaxing as your heart gradually fell back to its normal rhythm, “Well not too long I hope. You’re fun and I’d be happy to chat again sometime.” “Did I see in your bio that you take commissions?” “Yuuup,” “Huh, well, I’ll keep that in mind then.” “I look forward to it,” “Well, I should be off then, gotta clean up,” he gestured to the mess drying on his stomach. “Yeah, me too, maybe have a nap. That really was fun though so next time you’re bored or whatever hit me up. If you’re lucky I’ll let you boss me around. If you’re luckier I’ll do the bossing,” “I’d like to see you try,” “That whine you made says you’d enjoy it quite a lot,” “My whine? What about yours? Needy little brat.” Guess you’ll have to come back and settle this then.” “Guess I will. See you later.”

[arigatouiris]

you // bakugou katsuki

Author’s Note: Bakugou Katsuki is someone I can write about anytime anyday. 

Ehh so this is my first time writing anything yandere and this is happening because guess who binged all of season 1 of You in one day? Me. Yes. And while I haven’t been posting as much, it’s been a very very hectic year for me, mental health-wise and professionally, so using tumblr is a luxury. There’s a twist here because it’s more of a reader being yandere than Bakugou.

Word count: 3254

Pairing: Yandere! Reader x Bakugou (there’s a twist)

Warnings: yandere elements, sexual references

❝

It had been a rather long day. 

Not that you were complaining. With rising levels of anxiety, a long day was a refreshing break from all things related to your mind. Honestly, you like being busy because it somehow takes a large load off of you, giving you a chance to breathe, move around in your own space and think of things that are actually worth thinking about.

And you’re really trying here; to make a difference to yourself. You’re really trying to not let the growing anxiety creep under your skin, to tell you about things that don’t actually matter and despite how much you want to listen to the voice that says ‘if it bothers you, then it matters’, you want to do the right thing and focus on yourself for a change. You’re going to do better, you’re going to stop fixating on things that will only damage you, you’re going to move past what can only hurt you and think of better things, healthier things—

     “Hey,” You spun around and blinked, before your eyes slightly widened at the person you grabbed your attention, “You dropped this.”

Oh.

Oh no.

His eyes were on you, not to say it in a creepy way, but there they were—glowing red and power-hungry, falling on you like satin on the floor. Your hands nearly trembled when he handed you the scarf you had ‘dropped’, and your fingers were inches away from touching one another, not that you wanted to touch how his skin felt like, but it wasn’t something you would have minded. Not one bit. You smile at him, shyly, because you don’t want him thinking you were happy about dropping the scarf. 

His hair was all over the place and you wondered how it would feel like in between your fingers when you grasp at them as he’s holding you, breathing down on your neck, caressing your skin and you could finally know what he smelt like—

     “Thank you, I’m sorry.”

You’re glad your voice wasn’t shaky, and your smile sat firmly in place. You didn’t want to creep him out on the first time you met him.

Oh, but you know, deep down, that it isn’t the first time. You remember the first time like you remember falling in love for the first time. There are things you don’t forget, and there are things that you cannot forget—like the time you had your first drink or the first time you have sex or the first kiss you share with a boy you harbored a crush on for the longest time. 

And meeting Bakugou Katsuki was one such thing you simply cannot forget.

     “Don’t worry about it.” 

He sounded gruff like he didn’t even want to be there, but he didn’t mind helping people. You could see through his cold exterior rather well, almost as well as you could understand yourself. And you knew yourself quite well if you could say so.

Bakugou Katsuki was no rude or intimidating person. He, like you, only wanted to be loved the right way. Bakugou Katsuki was rough around the edges, but it was something you were willing to work with. He wasn’t too complicated, but sometimes, he’d like to think he was because then he could hide his insecurities of being terrible with people away deep inside his mind, and not let it show to just anyone who walks by. 

But you’re not just anyone. 

He’ll soon realize that. You were sure to make him see that this time, unlike the several times you’ve been wrong in the past, you were right. You were right about looking for love in Bakugou Katsuki because he was looking for it too.

The first time you met Bakugou Katsuki was not the first time he met you. Yes, it sounds strange when you read it like that, but that was how your story began. A week ago, you were trying to pick the best book from the one bookstore you knew that actually sold books from time to time, and there it was. A loud explosion that almost sent everything outside the store scattering—cars, people, name it. But, the source wasn’t a villain or anything that would normally cause such a scene, it was Bakugou Katsuki.

He ensured no one was hurt, which was remarkable in its own way, but the fiery nature he carried with himself sent your heart to the skies; there was nothing he was hiding. He wasn’t like those other heroes who smiled and was nice to every pedestrian out there. He was doing his job, and he didn’t need to be nice about it. And from the looks of it, he was doing a good job too. It took him roughly 4 minutes to catch the villain, despite the explosion, and that was the time you noticed him. 

Hi, there, your mind spoke to him as you watched him speak to the authorities. You took in his appearance, the way his hero costume sat on his shoulders; the aggression wasn’t passive, he knew what he had to do and that was attractive too because you liked men who knew exactly what they wanted. You knew of him until then but it was the first time you were seeing him in flesh. People gathered around him but kept a distance because of his reputation and you knew he liked that because, despite the loudness, Bakugou Katsuki was a private person. 

You promised yourself you were going to stay in the clear. You weren’t going to involve yourself in someone else because it isn’t good for you. Any sort of obsession is bad, you knew this to be true, but Bakugou Katsuki was inviting especially with the air he had around him. Not anyone can get through it, but you were not anyone. 

So when Bakugou Katsuki was being Bakugou Katsuki, what more could you do but love?

*

It didn’t take you long to find him on social media. He had a private account for everything, but since he was a hero he had a public hero account that he had no choice but to leave public. Despite his arrogance and nonchalance to the rules, he was a pro-hero at the end of the day, and that meant doing things like this from time to time.

You nodded to yourself a bit, swallowing the need to smile and browsed through the ten pictures he had in that account. It was all of him with children and you realized that despite being gruff he was someone who could be soft to kids if he tried. Maybe, he wasn’t in the past but he was now. Now, you jumped to Facebook and it didn’t take you long to find him there but then again, there were several fan accounts and just one public account of his hero page again. You hummed before noticing the various other public figures in his profile—the hero Deku and Shoto, who seemed close but there was one more person.

The hero Red Riot.

You knew from the media that Ground Zero and Red Riot were best friends from their school days, so now you had another lead. You used Red Riot’s public profile to look at Ground Zero; and no, this isn’t stalking, you were just harmlessly checking out the person you knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with. 

And viola. 

There was just so much to see! Red Riot was a social media whore—and there was just so much he wanted to share. Bakugou Katsuki didn’t look too pleased in these pictures, but you could tell from the bottom of your heart that he loves feeling belonged and he loves his friends and the tough guy act was to initially keep unwanted people away but if you were a certain way for a very long time then it becomes who you are now. 

     “I know how that feels,” You muttered because you did know how that felt.

So, you waited. You didn’t want to rush, because you knew the best things came with a slow pace and a calm heart. Though you knew your heart was anything but calm, teaching it calmness is a gift. 

The next morning, you walked into the cafe and eyed the manager there. Your right hand was holding the flier for a new waitress and you were in need of a new job. Things were perfect. Smiling, you walked over to the manager and greeted him once.

     “You’re (l/n)?” He asked, blinking at you.

He was an old man, but he wasn’t weary. He seemed like the most active old man you’d ever laid your eyes on, but no matter. You were going to get this job, and you knew you were hired the second you walked in. All of this was just an unnecessary procedure.

     “Yes. Hello. It’s very nice to meet you!”

You were enthusiastic and didn’t push it. Things were going to go well.

     “Preppy! I like that. When can you start?”

     “I can start right away, haha!”

Oh no, too enthusiastic. You could see doubt cloud in the manager’s eye. You need to play this smart. You need to do something to get yourself out of this mess—

     “Perks of not having a job right now.” You cleared the air, and you finally could breathe again.

The manager laughed once before suggesting, “Today at 5 sound good?”

     “Five sounds great.” 

Five o clock didn’t come soon enough. You were tired of waiting outside the cafe like a stalker, which you weren’t, because you weren’t weird. You were just freshly in love and the enthusiasm was too much for your small heart to bear. If you were being a completely open book, you knew you had a glass heart. You gave too much and expected too little but even that little bit that you expected sometimes never came through. And that hurt. 

You get hurt easily not because you have such little faith in people, but merely because people intended to hurt these days. 

As soon as the clock struck 4:57, you entered the cafe. The manager noticed you, coming in early but not desperate early, and smiled to himself. It was just the first day, everyone comes early on the first day. You tossed him your best smile before getting to work. 

If your calculations were right, then in just 17 minutes, the rest of your life was going to begin.

*

Bakugou Katsuki walked into the cafe being Bakugou Katsuki and not Ground Zero. 

This was a lesser-known fact about him that most people didn’t know, except for his close friends. Red Riot, or Kirishima, and himself were at this cafe calling it “Bakugou’s second home”, which meant he came here a lot.

It was a risk you were willing to take. Who isn’t willing to take risks for love? It’s thrilling, really.

So you made your move, slowly. You were making a fresh start. You were given a clean slate and there was nothing that could hinder this progression or movement. It was going to be Bakugou Katsuki and you, in your love story, reaching a point both of you would be forever happy in. You were so elated you barely noticed someone else walk into the cafe, someone else who could be just as elated as you.

     “Katsuki-kun!”

Now, who the fuck is this?

Your eyes turned to spot the brown-haired, round-faced individual walk in and sit opposite to Bakugou, who didn’t even look irritated, to say the least. You knew who she was, but who was she to Bakugou Katsuki? You blinked a couple of times before feeling the rage build in your system. 

What the fuck was Uravity doing here? 

Wasn’t she with Deku?

Wasn’t she not interested in Bakugou Katsuki?

What the fuck was she doing here addressing your Bakugou Katsuki as “Katsuki”?

You hadn’t even reached Bakugou-kun yet!

You walked over there, carefully, a soft smile on your face—knowing exactly what to say and what to do.

     “Hi, may I take your order?”

Bakugou Katsuki’s eyes shot at you before a small hint of recognition struck his features. He wasn’t going to act on it, of course, he could be wrong, but perhaps it was the entire timing—Uravity, him not recognizing you, everything made it crash down hard.

     “An Americano for him, right Katsuki-kun?”

She even knew his order? What the fuck was going on here?

     “Stop doing that, round face. Jesus,” You felt ease at him insulting her, but it wasn’t enough, “She’s not going to have anything, she was just leaving.”

     “Oh? But we have a very good—”

     “She was leaving.” Bakugou Katsuki interrupted you, and you stopped talking right away.

You weren’t going to let anyone know how elated you really were on the inside. Uravity sighed before grumbling and stopping midway as she was leaving.

     “You know,” She turned around to give him a serious look, “I really someone figures you out.”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? You gulped before turning to look at Bakugou Katsuki, wondering what had just happened and why you were so confused.

     “You,” You jumped on your spot, “Americano.”

You nodded once before rushing to get him the best Americano he had ever tasted. While you were returning with your drink, you placed it there with a small savory biscuit and that got his attention.

     “I don’t think you remember, but you saved our lives a week ago. Just a small token of my gratitude.” 

You didn’t need him to know this. He was a pro hero, there was no need for him to know.

     “Book store girl.”

You froze. Your wide eyes didn’t go unnoticed. 

     “You didn’t even come out because of the whole hassle. Yeah, I saw you.”

He’s a hero. He had to be alert and aware of who was around. That was the only reason he knew about you. 

Six days went by, and you were slowly trying to piece together who Bakugou Katsuki was little by little. You’d leave him little savory snacks randomly and you could spot a soft change in his glum expression and notice how he’d linger longer than he would usually stay. You had more eye-contact than before and you swore you even saw him smile at you once.

When he wasn’t being a hero, he was being Bakugou Katsuki and wow, you were thrilled that he was choosing to be himself with you.

So, you decided to take it a step further. Six days was enough before you could ask him something personal right? You didn’t want to rush, but you were trying very hard to be anything but fast because you couldn’t wait to see how he felt in your hands and how his skin and hair smelled like and how it would overall feel to have love in your hands.

So, on giving him his third Americano for the evening, you plopped yourself opposite to him and smiled at him.

     “Don’t tell me you want an autograph.”

     “I’m sorry, who are you?”

Bakugou Katsuki chuckled at what you said and you swore to all the heavens you had learned language for this particular reason.

     “Just wanted to get to know you a little.”

Bakugou looked at you. Yes, he was starting to become Bakugou now, it was slowly adjusting itself in your head.

     “You sure you want that?”

You felt a bit hurt at his sentence but couldn’t help but admire how mysterious he sounded as he said it.

     “I don’t go do things I’m not sure of.”

     “Like work in a coffee shop?”

You chuckled, “This was all I’ve ever wanted.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Sure.”

     “No, but really. Who are you, Bakugou Katsuki?”

He gave you another look, a softer one this time, a look you could barely discern but could spend the rest of your life trying to understand. He leaned forward and your faces were merely inches away.

     “I’m no hero, (l/n) (y/n).”

You swore you could feel your heart rate increase with the way he said it.

     “And I’m no damsel that needs saving.”

Bakugou smirked at what you said before what you knew as something very darkly sexual began between the two of you. The second you entered the cafe, you were left to wonder what Bakugou Katsuki would want to do to you later that night. The way he touched you, the way you touched him, the way he smelled and the way his skin felt when it slapped against yours, it was driving you closer and closer to insanity. 

He didn’t even have to do anything. All Bakugou had to do was sit there and be himself and you could swallow yourself wholly into whoever he was and whatever he was—it was just that easy. Bakugou Katsuki was a man who knew how to please and how to be pleasured from that pleasure and you felt no remorse for even being selfish with him.

Not that you were.

But, you couldn’t help but notice something strange. Every touch, every word that you uttered, it felt as if Bakugou knew where it was coming from and if this wasn’t a sign that it was meant to be, you didn’t know what was. 

It was one night that changed everything, however. Not that you’d know.

You and Bakugou were done for the night. Tired, but happy—wounded but whole, you were cradled into his muscular arms, naked to the very bone, but you were satisfied.

     “Baku—”

     “Katsuki.” He whispered, kissing the tip of your forehead.

You smiled to yourself, “Katsuki,” you repeated, wanting the taste of it, “I think I like you,”

What you didn’t know was he knew. 

He knew you liked him. He thought back to the time when he started heading over to the cafe you were working at, that one time with Kirishima—who obviously exaggerates everything he writes about. He thought about the fact that he told his red-headed friend that he liked the cafe, thus rendering it Bakugou’s home. He remembered that it hadn’t even been a week since Kirishima had posted that picture and yet, there you were.

There you were, now, suddenly working there.

After having seen him just once. 

Oh, if you think Bakugou Katsuki’s first time meeting you was when he handed you the scarf, then you were wrong. The first time Bakugou Katsuki met you was when you didn’t even know it. 

You had a strange habit of smelling old books right in the middle—there was something about the way the pages smelled that gave you a high. You’d smile just a bit after that, enjoying yourself a little bit publically, allowing yourself just that one gesture to please yourself. 

You licked your lips after and Bakugou wondered if they tasted just as scrumptious as they looked.

They did.

You slid some strands of your hair behind your ear and he wondered if they felt as soft if he’d pull on them as he pounds into you.

They did.

He noticed how supple your skin looked from under the light in the bookstore and wondered if they’d smell just as divine if he had you under him, begging for him to take you.

It did.

So, he knew you liked him. See, the one thing you liked about Bakugou Katsuki was that he was a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

And this time, he wanted you.

[tenglows]

in the name of the old days

summary: it’s the last day of the year and you’re feeling nostalgic. you come across the twitter of the boy who used to be your best friend a few years ago, and decide to message him.

category: fluff, a bit of angst? maybe??, internet friend!mark

it was currently december 31, at half past one am, and you were scrolling on twitter

some chuckles here and there while reading your friend’s posts about timothee chalamet

you were about to close the app to go brush your teeth and prepare for bed

when your eyes wandered off and focused on another tweet

“almost 2020 and still no flying cars” read the tweet

from @/markly_

this made you sit straight in your mattress

you clicked on his profile

you two still followed each other

there weren’t a lot of recents tweets, so that’s why you figured you hadn’t come across the boy’s twitter sooner

plus; lately you weren’t the type to be so active on social media either

you mentally counted the years since you first met mark lee

it was 2019 (almost 2020) now and you guys had met in 2015

you had gotten involved in a drama with a one direction stan, you being part of 5sos stan twitter

and mark, little mix stan, had defended you

it was in the middle of the zayn and perrie scandal, so he assured both of your teams had to stick together to defeat one direction’s fans

you became mutuals after that

and you soon realized that mark had the tendency to initiate lots of twitter fights

often with the people that would bash perrie and her group

your friendship rose as the two of you took turns defending the other one on those enfrentations

you don’t know how but all of the sudden there was no day you wouldn’t talk to mark

you were both 16 at the time, you being older just by a few months

you guys would talk about everything and anything

and basically grew up together

you were there for him when school got hard and future scared him

he was there for you when you faced a pretty bad relationship

and you honestly considered him your best friend

sleepless nights with him on facetime were one of the things you looked forward to the most

hearing him talk about his day

him showing you a new song he learned on the guitar, or him playing some melodies and lyrics he composed himself every now and then

watching the same movie or show at the same time on your respective screens

struggling to press play together to match the exact second

“i totally knew he was gonna die”

“shut up you’re way ahead!!!!”

you had other friends at school, too

but mark was just mark

and you two had such a loving bond, you were so close you took him with you to everywhere you went

you just wished you had him closer

at least you were both from canada

him being from vancouver and you from quebec

you had made lots of plans about meeting in real life, and you genuinely believed they would come about

but it is true that time passes and people drift apart

you were about to begin college and made new friends

mark moved out to toronto

and gradually, the responses took longer

and the calls had kinda been left aside

until one of you just stopped replying

you honestly don’t remember who it was

but there isn’t really a reason, either

you just parted ways

and it’s fine, it’s human and natural and normal

but now looking at his profile picture: a polaroid of him hugging another boy

you felt as if a bucket of cold and frostbound nostalgia had been dumped over your head

you recognized his moles, and how he had the same smile

his header picture was a guitar

and it wasn’t the same he used to have, but something about him still liking music made you feel warm

it’s always astonishing to see how the life of a person who is no longer in yours just,,,

goes on

and you aren’t aware of a thing about their existence

or even think about them

so it’s almost as they don’t exist

but now you know mark still exists

and it’s so weird to think about how your lives had been so overlapped, so united

and now you didn’t know anything about him

the mix of reminiscence about this and the year ending

resulted in your impulsive fingers pressing the envelope icon in mark’s profile

you stayed like that for a few minutes, writing and deleting messages. the sentences you thought about never feeling enough

you sighed as you told yourself this would be the last attempt

“hi mark, i’m not sure if you remember me but i saw you on my tl and it made me want to check on you! maybe this message will disappear into thin air but i just wanted to try. i hope you’re doing well <3”

you stared at the blue bubble of text almost without blinking for a moment

maybe he didn’t want to talk to you, and it was okay. you stopped talking in 2017, almost three years had passed

you thought looking at yourself in the mirror while you brushed your teeth

you came back to your room and turned off your lights, ready to go to sleep

but when you grabbed your phone with the intention to charge it, you saw you had a twitter notification

“y/n! how could i forget about you? haha it’s been so long two years without talking. how are you? how’s life? tell me something”

an instant smile started growing upon your face

the way he texted was the same as before

and you missed his haha

two and a half hours into the night you felt as if you were stuck in 2015 all over again

you had always had this fluidity at the time of talking with mark

the conversation just,, bloomed

he told you he still lived in new york, but he was actually gonna move back to toronto in a couple of months

he was majoring in music and owned a soundcloud rap account, and he had gotten quite popular as well

you mentioned how you had changed majors

what started as you being a marketing management major ended up on you leaning towards philosophy

something that no one had seen coming

so you expected the same reaction from mark

“i can totally see it, you always liked to think and question everything a little too much”

and that comment made you feel thrilled in your stomach, to say the least

even after all these years

mark was probably the person who knew you the most

days passed

weeks, even

and what you thought was just a conversation remembering the old days and filling the other in on your life

just,,, never stopped

mark and you went back to talking every day

everything felt the same as it did before

because after all, it was the same mark. it was always mark

still, the day you had agreed on facetiming for the first time again you felt kinda nervous

what if you ran out of what to talk about? what if it was suddenly weird?

and when you picked up the call and found yourself face to face with a flustered mark you knew he felt the same

you both hesitated as to who would speak first

him being the one to break the ice

“hey y/n” he giggled

“wow, your voice has gotten deeper”

he laughed loudly at your honesty, making you laugh back

“your hair is shorter”

“i know right? it was so long, i just got fed up of it reaching my waist”

“i like it, it looks pretty” he paused “you look pretty”

and in that moment you wondered how your heart could be beating this hard at a blurry screen with poor connection

comments like that kept making an appearance as time went by, sometimes from mark and eventually from your part

and that was the only thing that differed from the relationship you used to have with the one you had now

was it flirting? you didn’t know

but you had never thought of mark the way you think about him now

“so? what do you think?”

you set the phone on your desk as you walked away and showed mark your white dress. you were on your way to a costume party one of your friend’s brother was throwing, and even though it was cliché, you couldn’t be bothered to think of a more ingenious costume than a traditional angel

mark took his time fixing his gaze on you, his eyes getting closer to concentrate on what the vague wifi let him

“i can’t recognize the costume”

“what do you mean? i’m literally wearing wings and a halo”

“could it be because you always look like an angel?”

“ayee mark that was cheesy”

“i know, i’m sorry” you both laughed

“but really, you look amazing. go and have fun babe”

then pet names came into play

you weren’t sure what you were doing, but flirting with mark was sweet and fun and innocent

you always found yourself wanting for more

you were yearning for mark, you wanted to see him, listen to him, touch him

and you didn’t know what to do with yourself

until one day he called you out of the blue, which startled you, since he always asked before calling

“hey! were you busy?”

“no no i’m just doing the dishes, what’s up?”

“okay, so you know how i’m moving to toronto in two weeks, right?” you nodded “well, i just managed to change my flight so i would go to quebec for some days before properly settling in toronto, you know since it’s not that far”

“you’re kidding”

“i’m going to visit you!!!!!!!”

he squealed in your ear and you squealed back, scaring your poor cat who was sleeping soundly

after some more yelling, the excitement died out a bit and you stayed in silence for just a few seconds

“i don’t really have a place to stay though” he snorted, embarrassed

“you can always stay with me, mark”

after some long and never-ending hours and days (you had seriously convinced yourself some wrinkles had appeared on your forehead from all the waiting)

it was finally the day you would see mark

it was currently 11 am, mark’s flight was at 1 pm and he would arrive at quebec at approximately a bit less than 3 pm

now, he was at new york’s airport taking care of all the travelling procedures

and you were cleaning up the same spots in your aparment for the fourth time in a row

to say you were nervous was an understanding

you felt like you were going insane

you barely had gotten any sleep the night before, not being able to defeat the crowding thoughts about finally meeting your long-time friend

(who now you wanted to be more than a friend and seeing him physically could totally help with that)

you arranged some lunch for you and your cat (magnus) and sat in front of the tv, wanting to find literally anything that would keep your mind occupied

luckily, it worked, and you let yourself lose track of time

until your phone beeped, indicating you had received a text

“i’m boarding now!! i’ll text you when i get there, can’t wait to see you”

“have a safe flight love”

you sighed dramatically and rested your arm against your forehead

magnus stared at you in confusion and boredom

“magnus, i think i’m going to die”

as promised, mark texted you as soon as the plane landed

you offered to go pick him up at the airport, but he denied, saying he had already scheduled a taxi

so now you were ready and dressed, going all over your apartment non stop

mark was texting you through all the taxi drive and updating you on his location, you growing more and more anxious as you knew he was getting closer

you went to the bathroom and as soon as you stepped out, a knock was heard on your door

it was soft and steady, and you opened your eyes widely when the realization of who the owner of the hand was hit you

you panicked, one last time

you even eyed your room window to check if you had any chance of jumping out and running away

but you took a deep breath and walked decidedly towards your door

you just had to remind yourself it was the same mark as always, and nothing could go wrong if there was him

thus, you opened the door

and the facetime pixels and instagram pictures could have never prepared you for how dreamy mark looked

you two stayed like that for a bit

just watching the other with shy eyes and smiles

you eventually snapped out of your trance and helped mark get his luggage inside

"it's a bit small but i hope you can make yourself comfortable"

"oh please it's perfect, don't worry" he gave you a reassuring smile before getting totally distracted by the fluffy ball of hair in your couch

"oh my god is that magnus!!!!"

after letting mark get comfortable and installed, you guys decided to take a walk and go over your apartment zone, showing mark all your favorite places and memories you had there

it was a bit cold and you were both tightened around your coats

eventually, it was getting late and more chilly

so you opted for going back to your place

as you walked there in a bit of silence, you could feel mark's body getting more close in proximity

you looked at him, his gaze fixed upon the path with a small grin on his lips

you got closer too

and you liked it

it was cold outside but when mark brushed against your body

canada has never felt more like summer

you guys were really close now

as you took step after step, your jackets made static sounds, rubbing against the other

you looked at mark and delicately touched one of his fingers with your pinky, as if asking for permission

he finally looked up from the way and focused on your eyes instead, breaking into a smile once again

he took a peek at your close hands and softly intertwined your fingers

both of your faces reddening, from the low temperature and the feelings that were growing in your stomach

when you got to your apartment you guys were still holding hands, but you realized you had to open the door with that one, and couldn't find the keys in your pocket

"y/n, you will have to let go of my hand to get the keys"

"that's the point. i don't want to"

"y/n, i'm freezing. please open the door i can still hold your hand when we're inside"

and yeah,,

he did

you changed into comfortable and warm clothes and prepared some hot chocolate while mark chose a movie in your laptop

when you entered the room, two mugs in hand

mark was lying on his stomach on your bed, his hand on his chin with his mouth a bit open while concentrating on the variation of movies netflix offered

you felt a shiver down your spine

he really was here

after taking a while to decide on a movie, or at least its genre, you just selected a random title

you turned off the lights and went back to your bed, getting under the covers

and you just felt warm

and whole

maybe more because of mark than the actual sheets that were meant to keep you heated

(he also held your hand the entire time, rubbing his thumb against your palm and drawing invisible figures on it)

your head rested on his shoulder and you went up as the same time his chest did with every breath he took

in some moment you stopped paying attention to the movie

your mind wandered off to thoughts about the boy, about how you have never felt this close to him. you felt like you were really inside his ribcage

still from his shoulder, you moved a bit so you could look at him

his face was glowing

yeah, the images and lights of the computer were reflecting on him

but you meant this boy glowed in the dark

he just had something in him

it was either rays of sunshine or neon paint

but he, in this frosty and amusing night within your bedroom walls, glowed on his own

he turned his gaze towards you too, and tightened the grip on your hand

you felt mark’s arm on your waist and he rearranged the position so you would be on his chest

hearing his heartbeat, it was music

mark always did music. and he himself was music too, his heart creating your new favorite beat

“markie”

“hm?”

“i’m falling asleep” you confessed with a drowsy voice, making him laugh

“let’s turn off the movie, shall we? we can continue it tomorrow”

he shut the laptop closed and placed it on your desk, quickly making his way back to the bed so he would hold you

you had prepared him another bed next to you, a mattress already covered

but he was showing no intentions of moving a muscle

“are you going to sleep here?”

“that was the plan, yeah” he giggled on your neck. you shuddered

“i made the bed just in case”

“i can go there if you prefer”

“no” pause “i want you here”

and he smiled proudly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck

you smelled nice, like coconut and vainilla and all his sweetest dreams combined

and with his arms around your waist he felt strong, like he could defeat anything that the world aimed at him

“do you think it was meant to be that we’re here after all this years? would you consider it destiny?” he thought out loud, gazing at you

“i can’t give you an answer right now”

“fine, philosophy major” he mocked, making you both laugh

“as a philosophy major, i don’t know. destiny is always a tricky thing to discuss”

“but as y/n, yeah, i believe it was meant to be”

he stared at you in awe

“i really want to kiss you right now”

[theropoda]

3, 4, 6-8, 11, 13-17, 19-22, 26-30 uwu

WOO LAD THAT’S A LOT THANK U!!! this got long and i wrote an essay or two LOL so im putting it under a readmore!

3: Best game you’ve ever played? WEEEELLLL.......let me preface this with two things: one, i am a FAKE GAMER as in my laptop is not at all made for gaming, it’s piss poor, so a big chunk of games i’m interested in is because i watched a playthrough of them lol. i have a 3ds but only 3 games on it (animal crossing new leaf, tomodachi life, nintedogs & cats). second, i’m very bad at choosing favorites of things.....BUUUUT .....i choooooose, in no particular order, OFF, pigeonetics, elder scrolls oblivion, pathologic classic HD!! i’m more than likely forgetting a few though, so sorry about that

4: Worst game you’ve ever played? as i said above, cannot choose favorites, neither can i choose whatever the opposite of favorites is but...uhh, does lif even count as a game? like lif, the stupid little furry flash game i remember playing on some shady website. it was surprisingly very active with a BUNCH of people there but i kept dying like every 5 seconds....AWFUL

6: A game that’s changed you the most? WELL define Changed.....ummm aha first thing that comes to mind is OFF. it’s one of those things where you never knew you wanted something so fucking bad until you saw it--and it’s like that for me. i NEVER knew i loved that odd, surreal, colorful, “looks playful and simple in some parts but incredibly violent and unnerving in other parts” aesthetic til i played it. like aesthetically i love that game to BITS and something about it just stuck with me til the end of time.

later in life (meaning, past year or so) it changed me because it taught me a lesson about storytelling and creative endeavors. a very useful lesson. which is: things don’t really need to have a meaning. stories, art, music, writing, whatnot, while it CAN be deep and meaningful, while you CAN use it as a way to communicate with the world about all kinds of heartfelt things, it can also be...nothing, really.

once i, as usual, got ridiculously overwhelmingly sad about small things. specifically seeing other people around me come up with all kinds of deep and meaningful characters and stories, sometimes putting them into webcomics or writings of theirs, and they were all so well-thought out and detailed and what i envied most was people put a lot of themselves and their experiences into them, venting and coping through them, whilst also making these larger-than-life grandiose complex stories and worlds and so on and so forth.

it made me look at my own ideas and get mad/frustrated at how shallow they were. but then i remembered OFF and i felt better because Fun Fact, mortis ghost has a now-abandoned dA account and if you go through the comment section on his profile, he answers a lot of fan questions and he mentions several times that the game didn’t really have a “meaning”, it didn’t really have a “deeper story” or moral or anything, really. i’m paraphrasing this but i vividly remember him saying “i wanted to make a game, so i did”.

that made me feel a lot better because it made me realise that sometimes art--especially stories, in my case-- doesn’t NEED to be DEEP or have MEANING...sometimes it can just BE!!!! sometimes it really can just be all about AESTHETICS like who GIVES a shit if there’s a hidden meaning if you take the first letter of all of your characters’ names and put them backwards, sometimes all that matters is if they just VIBE with you y’know....

yume nikki is similar in this regard bc that game doesn’t have any story other than “collect egg” and yet it’s so impactful. that game doesn’t have a story or meaning it just IS........ :) GOD THATS SO LONG IM SORRY ABOUT THAT but yeah. funny violent ghostbusting baseball man is a game that changed me :)

7: A game you’ll never forget? OFF AGAIN LOL,,, it’s just so memorable because of how unique it is. visuals, soundtrack, story, everything is so memorable. unforgettable. oh god you can tell how much i love this damn game can’t you

8: Best soundtrack? yakuza 0, OFF, there is a picture (another game by mortis ghost, again composed by alias conrad coldwood who also composed OFF), pigeonetics (the entire soundtrack of which is here), jojo’s bizarre adventure all star battle and eyes of heaven, silent hill 2 & 3, undertale....probably forgetting more but all of these...earcandy

11: Hardest game you’ve played? i am a shitty gamer so this is Most games i’ve played lol!! but uhh..well you see. hardest game i remember playing as of recent is pathologic classic hd in which it’s...not only hard to understand what any character is saying at any given time lol but also, i don’t think it’s HARD it’s just...you need to focus. you REALLY need to fucking focus and pay attention in this game. so i wouldn’t say its HARD, but i’m only putting this here bc it’s in recent memory.

i say recent memory because the true answer is susceptible to “yeah, but now you’re older, it must not be so hard.” as in if i played it now i think i’d have a way easier time. but when i was around....10-12 years old i had several ps3 video game adaptations of animated movies and i had SUCH a fucking hard time with them. g-force, bolt and up in particular were fucking HARD. like genuinely, the hardest time i had EVER had in my live playing video games is tied to these three fucking games. g-force and bolt ESPECIALLY. one particular level in bolt took both me AND my sister around a year to fucking finish.

again, i was baby, so i bet i’d have a much easier time with them now that i’m 17. but for now, in my experience, bolt and g-force for the ps3 were harder than pathologic classic. i think icepick lodge should take a few notes for them for pathologic 2.

13: A game you were the most excited for when it wasn’t released yet? STREETS OF KAMUROCHO...i spent the entire day of its release anticipating its launch lol

14: A game you think would be cool if it had voice acting? hmm..most games i like and know about do have voice acting so i dunno....i guess it would’ve been kind of cool if morrowind had like, full proper voice acting. but i can understand why it only voice acted things like greetings and battle insults because GOD that game is SO...complicated...and as a result, the conversations are so lengthy and text-full. playing morrowind is really like a goddamn book! if it was voice acted i’m sure all that information would have to be shortened bc i know no one is going to fucking voice act two whole paragraphs

15: Which two games do you think would make an awesome crossover? pigeonetics and yakuza in which instead of being about the criminal underworld it’s about shady and unethical pigeon clubs, breeding, racing, etc etc...a lot of illegal shit does happen in the world of pigeons especially when it comes to racing; prized racers have been kidnapped and held for ransom before. and then there’s Avian Cucking: The Sport, where people breed the sexiest pigeons (horseman thief pouters), release them outside to seduce other people’s sexy pigeons, and bring them back and keep ‘em, drama ensues. will kiryu ever escape his past as a professional pigeon-napper, and find solace in his new life as a pigeon hobbyist? find out now by playing YACOOZA......

JOKES ASIDES i don’t know i really don’t....umm, pigeonetics and animal crossing somehow?? :O... like, instead of managing your own town it’s managing your own loft!...orrrr, the jojo games (all star battle & eyes of heaven) with yakuza, because i think they’re somewhat similar because they’re both haha Wacky Silly AND serious over the top fighty-fighting.....or maybe a crossover with OFF and discover my body, which, despite being an incredibly short and obscure indie game i still love to bits for what it’s worth. WAIT ANIMAL CROSSING AND MINECRAFT THAT WOULD FUCK SO HARD OH MY GOD

16: Character you’ve hated most? From what game? i can’t think of any character i like, HATE...with a burning passion.. there are a few i dislike or have a complicated relationship with though.. i’m not interested in the series anymore but ouma from drv3...i’ll admit that he is a bit fun sometimes, especially in the very early beginning he’s a likeable brat but as the game progresses he becomes more irritating than anything and i have an issue with him in regards to writing, despite the fact that i have never been awake in any english class ever lol. it’s too long to put in this already long post but i’ll keep it at that. if you like him, well, good for you for finding joy in something i couldn’t! but he just doesn’t do it for me.

AH I JUST REMEMBERED....MINE......FROM YAKUZA 3....maybe i’d change my mind if i watched a playthrough of y3 again, because i think you always absorb something better on your second watch (tho i honestly Dont have the energy to do that all over again, the yakuza games are too fucking long), but i really hate his writing. spoilers for y3 but, i think mine’s writing, alongside other things in the game, were super messy...and a big part of why i hate him is that not only is he one of those “could’ve had great potential but fell flat” sorta guys but also his love for daigo is seen as some fans as good gay rep and i?????/.............um....WELL let’s just say that, i think people nowadays will see any gay character ever in any circumstance and say it’s good gay rep just based off the fact that A Gay Character exists....he was Not, good gay rep imo....he was not, let alone, Good. .........

17: What game do you never tell people you play? can’t think of any games i wouldn’t tell people i play.. idk exactly what this question’s asking. does it mean what game you don’t tell ppl you play bc you’re embarrassed about it...? i’m not very embarrassed by any of them. the only thing that comes close, i guess, is uhh lioden and wolvden. i’ve only interacted with those communities a LITTLE TINY WEE BIT, yet of what i’ve seen it’s a goddamn dumpster fire and i’d never want to be associated with them lol

19: Which game do you think deserves a revival? i’m well aware it’ll never happen and that it’s more a wet dream than anything but...PT/silent hills..... on a more realistic/”could happen” note, PIGEONETICS!!!! SERIOUSLY, it’s an amazing game about amazing animals and it teaches genetics in a very simplified and efficient way!! genetics is SO hard for me to understand, i fucking hated studying it but this game really helped me understand how it works AND its super engaging and interesting!! HOWEVER, of all the pigeon genes we know of, only a handful were seen in pigeonetics and i’d LOVE a sequel that employs new game mechanics AND new genes!! i wanna learn about bronze and stencil genes! i wanna learn about phenotypes like grizzled and pied!!! genes like sooty and dirty!!! @ UNIVERSITY OF UTAH GENETICS DEPARTMENT PLEASE IM BEGIGNG YOU

20: What was the first video game you ever played? earliest memories of Gaming involves me at my aunt’s house playing two games: super mario brothers and some kind of trapeze game. i don’t remember anything else though

21: How old were you when you first played a video game? i can’t remember but i must’ve been REAL tiny.... 6-9 years, maybe??

22: If you could immerse yourself in any game for one day, which game would it be? What would you do? immerse myself meaning go into their world...? huh....on one hand i’d like to go in the world of yakuza 0 to play in the arcades and do whore related activities but i’d also love to go into the world of animal crossing (and i’m pretty sure i’d be some sort of generic dromaeosaurid in that game!!) and shop, chat with villagers, do chores for them, go fishing, bug hunting, eat delicious fucking food like the apples mangos peaches cherries etc etc.....OH AND FOSSIL HUNTING THAT’S THE BEST PART!! though it would definetly be a little weird, to be a little dinosaur and finding a fossil of a...little dinosaur....i guess the non-sentient species went extinct and the dinosaur i am is some kind of, descendant of a sapient non-avian dinosaur that survived the k-pg extinction event...oh but who cares all i want is a cool little ambulocetus fossil or something. and some cherry pie :)

26: Handheld or console? my old ps3 just went kaput one day years ago so i haven’t used it in years so i can’t compare well... but i’d say handheld, because it lets me like DO stuff more...would love to get a console one day, a ps4 maybe but i’m kinda worried it’ll make me stay in one room all day wasting away my time when there’s other stuff i can do, y’know? but something handheld like my 3ds, on the other hand...i can do stuff with it. i can take it to my room and play it between breaks i take as i clean the room and fold my clothes, i can watch something on the tv and play the game during ad breaks, i can take it outside too if it has charge to last me a while! so....handheld i guess

27: Has there ever been a moment that has made you cry? yakuza 0 and undertale in particular have ALMOST made me fucking bawl with many of its moments....yakuza 0 especially, after that Fucking Ending i had trouble sleeping because oh my fucking god. video game people SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

28: Which character’s clothes do you wish you owned the most?

29:  Which is more important, gameplay or story? HMMM....well, if i were to play a game with a shitty story but really good and fun gameplay i’d probably continue playing it for the gameplay. but if i played a game with shitty gameplay but an interesting story, there is a chance i’d play it more for the sake of the story but also i might just quite and see the rest of the story on youtube or something. i’m more likely to go through a boring story for fun gameplay than go through boring gameplay for an interesting story, so i guess gameplay is more important to me....that is, WHEN i actually own and play a game as opposed to when i just watch someone play a game because i don’t own the game but wanna know abt the story lol

30: A game that hasn’t been localized in your country that you think should be localized? i have no idea how video game localization really works....but i assume localizing a game in india would mean something like, removing content according to cultural norm and also somehow translating it into the 22 official languages..? or just two or three language if it’s tied to a particular state, which seems way more doable. i honestly have no idea? i’ve never interacted w the indian gaming community that much to be honest, all i know of it is of the video games i’ve seen sold in some game stores and a few whispers about like solid snake or whoever from my school’s cafeteria....the most popular games here, to my knowledge, are those very streamable games like fortnite and PUBG and your call of duties and whatnot. those generic shooters. and even then, that honestly isn’t the “indian” gaming community bc this country is so FUCKHUGE, it’s just tamil nadu. one state.

soooo, according to what little i know of gaming interests in where i live, i don’t think any of the games i like should be localized here bc i don’t really think there’s an audience for it as far as i can tell :( maybe animal crossing? it’s a fun little games for all ages and i think it has a chance of becoming popular here, so maybe that is worth a shot! but i can’t think of any other game that i like that really has an audience here (other than Me lol)

[calpalirwin]

Pretty Girl, Handsome Boy

A/N: So Mikey has felt a little underappreciated in my opinion, so I did something about it. Enjoy!

And away, and away we go!

~~~

“Ah, shit! Fucker…” you grumbled, setting your controller down in frustration as you waited to respawn.

“Whoa, you’re a chick?”

“Fuck!” you grumbled again, fiddling with your headset. You hated when people found out you were a girl in the gaming universe, but you had forgotten to mute your mic before playing. 

The chat at the bottom of the game starting blowing up in the realization of a girl in their midst. The same shit you were used to- comments ranging from about how it made sense how much you sucked now to more lewd comments about other things you could suck. 

“Fuck this,” you said, picking up your controller to take yourself out of the game and find a new match. You reached up to hit the switch on your mic to mute yourself. 

A notification popped up in the corner of your screen to let you know someone by the tag Mikerowave_X had messaged you. 

“The fuck?” you said aloud, opening the notification. Why did that tag sound familiar?

Sorry about those assholes, the message read. 

Nah, it’s all good, you typed back, forgot I wasn’t muted. 

They’re still assholes. You were playing just fine. Better than some of them, even. 

Haha, thanks. 

I’m Mike, btw. 

I could tell. Clever name. What’s the X for?

It’s a Final Fantasy thing, lol. 

Sick! I’m Y/N. 

Nice to meet ya, Y/N. 

Nice to meet you too, Mike.

What else do you play?

Oh, loads of stuff. I’m not too picky. 

Cool. We should play sometime. 

For sure. I use the same gamer tag on all my accounts so just hit me up, you typed, not quite sure why you were opening yourself up to play with someone you didn’t know, but figuring if push came to shove you could always block the dude. But something told you you wouldn’t need to; that this Mike character was a good guy. 

You down to play something now or were you going offline for the day?

Nah, I was just switching matches. Can’t really play once people find out I’m a girl. Ruins it for me.

Is that why none of us can find the girl gamers on these things?

Just a gamer, Mike. A girl yeah. But a gamer just like you. We don’t call you guy gamers. 

Shit, my bad. But you’re for real a girl?

Nah, I’m a middle aged dude with the voice of a prepubescent boy. Yes I’m a girl. 

Just checking, damn… can’t be too careful these days. 

Says the one who’s prob a middle aged dude himself…

Lol, I’m 24. Swear. 

Prove it. 

For real? Hang tight then. 

A few moments later a picture of a boy with a hat covering his blonde hair, with the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen and beard stubble flashed on your screen, his phone with the date and time next to him for added proof. My mate took it so we could timestamp it for ya, the message below the picture said.

Damn… you typed, immediately recognizing him, all the pieces of the puzzle clicking together: his gamer tag, the use of X being a Final Fantasy reference. No fuckin way...

Haha, like what you see?

As far as nerds go, yeah, you’re kinda hot, you responded trying to keep your cool. 

Lol, I got a song by that name. Well almost. 

Yeah, I know. 

Oh? You good?

I’m a little stunned, you admitted. 

Lol why?

Cuz you’re Michael fuckin Clifford

It’s Gordon actually. But yeah, so?

Michael fuckin Clifford is messaging me… fuckin hell this is wild!

Shh, don’t blow my cover. I’m just a gamer, yeah?

Just a gamer, yeah, okay. 

Can I get a pic of you? Shit, not like that… I just meant… ah fuck…

Lol, it’s fine. Gimme a sec. If Michael fuckin Clifford wanted a picture of you, you were gonna give him a picture. You tried to do a cute, goofy pose with your tongue poking out, making sure your TV screen with the date and time was visible in the background. Shit, that’s awful, you typed as you sent the picture to him. 

Damn…

Haha, like what you see? you teased, using his words against him

Very much so, Y/N, very much so. How old are you, btw?

Same as you, 24. 

Yeah?

What, wanna see my license for proof? I don’t lie, Mike.

Nah, you just hide that you’re a girl. 

I don’t hide it. It’s visible on my profile. I just keep a gender neutral gamer tag. Keeps the assholes away. 

Damn, defensive. I was joking Y/N. 

Oh… so you serious about playing a game sometime?

Hell yeah, I’m serious. But, I actually gotta go. Famous duty calls. 

Oh, alright. See you around then. 

See ya, pretty girl. 

Bye, handsome boy. 

~~~

You played with Mike for the next few months every time he was on. You didn’t admit it in your messages to each other, but your heart sank when you would see he was offline and it did a little jump when he was. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was having the same reaction. 

Hey, pretty girl? he typed about 4 months after the first message. 

You heart leapt in your throat. You loved that he had deemed you “pretty girl” although again, you’d never admit it. 

Yeah, handsome boy? you typed back, using his deemed nickname in response. 

We’re getting back in town here in a few days. Was wondering if we could meet up in person?

Really?

Yeah. I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well these past few months. Why not?

I don’t want to disappoint you…

Disappoint me? Aw, pretty girl…

I’m a nerd, handsome boy. What you see is what you get. No surprises. 

Pretty girl, that could never disappoint me. 

You sighed. Alright, name the time and place and I’ll be there. 

~~~

You walked into the arcade, double-checking that you were in the right place. “Pretty girl?” a scruffy voice sounded from behind you. 

You turned and looked up at the blonde-haired, green-eyed boy who had his arms open for a hug.  “Handsome boy,” you greeted, accepting his hug. You smiled into his chest as his arms enveloped you. Damn he felt good. “So, an arcade, huh?” you asked once you let go of each other. 

“Figured it’d make a good first date,” he winked. 

“Date?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, hands going to your hips. You weren’t dressed for a date. You had spent the better part of your morning deciding what to wear before opting for a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Every day attire, not first date attire. 

“Well yeah? What did you think this was?”

“2 friends meeting up?”

“Pretty girl…” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Look, I’m not good at these things okay? Ash is the…”

“Wordsmith,” you nodded. “I know. Ash is the wordsmith, Cal’s the squishy cheeks who hates love, Luke’s hungover Jesus, and you’re the gamer. I know.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Yeah. But, I like you, okay? I don’t call just anyone ‘pretty girl’. In fact, you’re the only one I call that.”

“Well, I like you too, Mike, but…”

“But what? Is this too real for you now?” His voice wasn’t angry, it was almost sad. Like he was scared he was losing you. Which he was. He had grown attached to you and he wanted more than a gaming friendship with you. And here he was, ruining it. So typical. 

“A little?” you admitted, trying to find the words. “I mean, before… you were handsome boy and I was pretty girl. And… and that was enough for me. But now… you’re here. In front of me. And you’re him. You’re Michael fuckin Clifford…”

“It’s Gordon, actually,” he half-joked. “But, Y/N, that doesn’t change anything. I’m still handsome boy, and you’re still pretty girl. What you see is what you get, right? No surprises?”

“Yeah, but you’re you! Like actually you! And I’m… I’m me. And people like me don’t go on dates with people like you.”

He pursed his lips together, a wave of emotion coursing through him. He was angry, yes. But more than that, he was hurt. Hurt that he had hurt you by trying to get close to you. Hurt himself by making himself vulnerable. Maybe this is why Calum hated love so much. This shit hurt. 

You looked up at him, as his face tried to process your words and his feelings towards you. You could see the pain etched in his face. “Mike,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “This has nothing to do with you, okay? I like you. A lot, if I’m being honest. But, I’m scared, okay? I’m not blind to your professional life and what that entails. It was easier before. I could ignore that you were you and just pretend you were just Mike, my friend in the gaming world. But this?” you gestured with your hands. “Well, my world’s spinning a little too fast.”

“I’m still him, Y/N…”

“You are. But you’re also not,” you said sadly, thinking that this is exactly why you weren’t supposed to meet your idols. 

“God, that’s such bullshit… I’m me, Y/N!” he shouted suddenly, his voice ringing out around you. “I’m still the dude who messaged you to apologize for assholes who think that just because you’re a girl gives them a free pass to make a pass at you. I’m the same guy you’ve been talking to for months. I’m still the same guy in the picture when you knew who I really was. And I’m still here, in front of you, trying to ask the girl I like on a date.”

“Mike… I…” you sputtered. It was too real. It was too real that he was right here in front of you. The feelings you had for him were too real. This was just… too much too fast. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me I’m not the same person you’ve gotten to know these last 4 months,” he challenged you. 

“Mike, it’s not that simple, and you know it!” You were doing what you did best, closing yourself off so you couldn’t disappoint anyone.

“Bullshit, it isn’t! Look, if this is about you being scared of disappointing me I got news for ya: you don’t. I meant every word I’ve ever said to you.”

“Mike…” you said, your voice breaking. “I can’t be the girl you want me to be. I just can’t, okay?”

“I only ever wanted you to be you…”

“And I am!”

“And that’s enough for me! Can’t you see that? Haven’t I proved that to you?”

“It’s clearly not enough if you want to date me, Mike…”

“Pretty girl, I want to date you because you’re enough. It’s not easy for me to open up to people, okay? I’m not like Ash, I can’t just make myself vulnerable and pass it off as charm. I’m not like Cal who just passes his feelings off as indifference. I’m not a cute dork like Luke. I’m just nerdy ole me who likes nerdy ole you a hell of a lot. You have made these past few months away from home more bearable than I can put into words. Yes, I love my job. I love what I do, and wouldn’t trade it for anything. But it gets lonely. And it gets hard. But when I was with you, I felt at home. Like for once in my life there was someone to come home to. And that’s not a feeling I want to let go of. If this is too much, that’s fine. I get it. I have a tendency of coming on a little strong because I don’t know how to open up, so when I do it’s like an avalanche. If we need to go back to just being gaming friends, I guess I’ll find a way to be okay with that. But I like you, okay? You feel like home to me and I just need you to know that.”

“Mike… I don’t think that’s what it means to like someone…” you said, once he was done giving a voice to all the feelings you’d been having yourself. “Pretty sure that’s love.”

“Oh… well, fuck, maybe I love you then, pretty girl.”

“Maybe I love you too, handsome boy,” you said before reaching up to touch his cheek, needing to look at those green eyes of his.

“Maybe?” he said softly, as his gaze locked with yours, the tip of his tongue poking out to wet at his lips.

“Maybe,” you nodded, before your lips touched his.

[lyssala]

#Gummiephone

Pairing: Terra/Aqua, Kingdom Hearts

Rating: K

Setting: Post KH3

 Notes: I’M REAL LATE and will keep being late cause what else can I do haha I struggle a lot with getting back into my writing after my whole life shifted this year but if I can do it for anything its my sweetest babus <3 This was my first finished fic in months so I hope its decent enough! 

AO3

The cold didn’t ever bother Terra too much. When he was a kid he found playing in the snow easy even wearing the lightest winter clothes, and while his desire to toss himself in the snow dwindled over the years, his ability to usually stay pretty warm stayed. That even included visiting worlds that were in their season cycle of winter. Admittedly Arendelle was colder than most in their winter, but he still found himself dumping the fur lined jacket, hat, scarf, gloves and every other bit of winter gear Aqua could possibly think of onto one of the ornate chairs in the guest room of the castle. She seemed to forget just because she was always cold didn’t mean he was too.

He stretched his arms over his head, a yawn pulling at his lips as even the soft sweater he was still wearing made him feel hot. Despite the cold stone of the castle and the snow swirling around outside the large window, the castle kept rather warm. He was just about to toss that sweater into the pile too when he heard the soft knock on door frame.

Terra dropped the hem of his sweater, glancing over to the door he knew he left open to see the only other familiar face on this world.

“All set then?” Riku asked. He discarded most of his winter gear, that Aqua also made him take, making him look more fitting in this world in a similar set of shirt, sweater, and pants.

“All set,” Terra said, gesturing to the tossed clothes.

Riku snorted. “She’s just looking out.”

The thought made Terra feel a little bit warmer than he had a moment ago. “I know, but you’ll learn soon enough she worries too much.”

“I think…” Riku said, tapping his fingers on the door frame. “She has every right to.”

Terra opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. That was fair. It wasn’t like he particularly was fond of leaving her and Ven alone in their home even if he knew it was plenty safe there. Some habits were real hard to break.

“Hey, I’m going to meet with the princesses, I have very specific instructions from Sora.” Riku rolled his eyes though his amused smile was all too familiar. He raised his hand to wave. “Get some sleep I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”

“Alright, see you.”

Riku closed the door behind him, his footsteps soft on the carpet as he walked away. Terra didn’t move until he was sure nothing jumped out to attack the kid; yeah, old habits died hard.

He tossed off the sweater, dumping it with the rest of the winter clothes before looking back to the room around him. Usually he would’ve gone with Riku to make sure everything went okay but since the sisters knew Sora it was decided Riku would probably be best at taking lead on this particular mission. Terra was eager to get back out into the field and do something…do something good like he knew he was capable of but he also could recognize when strategies better fit situations. Plus they had to walk a few miles to even find the town and he was admittedly not exactly back at peak condition.

It was over half a year since everything happened, and despite being back up to regular training and the ability to take and lead missions again he still found himself sore or winded easier than he used to. An effect from what his body went through he assumed, but he wished he’d work out of it so he didn’t feel like such an old man crawling into the large bed to get some rest.

Or he would’ve if he didn’t feel something jab into his thigh.

Terra quickly reached in to grab whatever poked him, only to remember he left his phone in his pocket.

“Why the spikes?” he muttered to himself as he flopped down into the admittedly very comfortable bed. Whoever designed the gummiephones didn’t think about leaving in in your pocket apparently.

He almost just tossed it off onto the night stand so he could sleep but then decided not to. Instead he brought it up to his face, looking over whatever notifications were floating across the screen. He really only checked the mission chat as it sometimes gave them information they needed and may not have started with but he noticed there were other notifications blinking at him.

The dim fire lanterns on the wall flickered slightly but didn’t blow out, still illuminating the room just enough.

There was some sort of group chat but he didn’t even know how he got added to that. Considering the last message was a bunch of winking faces from Xion, Terra was pretty sure he still didn’t want to know. He scrolled down a little bit, seeing some sort of link Sora sent at some point and a message from Lea asking if he could stay at the Land of Departure to get away from Roxas and Xion; both of whom where in the chat too so it was probably just Lea teasing.

Terra did click on the one from Ven, which wasn’t too old, probably just after Terra left for the mission. The chat opened up on the screen, the remnants of the last time Ven tried to message Terra up top but the newer message was a picture. He clicked on it, making the picture of Ven and Aqua making the most dramatic faces imaginable fill up his screen.

Ven: We miss you already, whatever will we do without you

A smile pulled at Terra’s lips. Despite the silliness of it all, it still made him feel a little less lonely. It was nice to know people somewhere missed him, even if they were being ridiculous about it. It was probably late back home but he still tapped in the text box so he could respond; Ven would sleep through it just fine if he was sleeping.

I haven’t even been gone a day. You’ll be fine.

Terra pressed send but lingered on the screen with the picture. It wasn’t the first time any of them left on their own; Aqua took a few missions, as did himself, and while Ven didn’t take any as of yet he was often off visiting his many new friends. Even then it still made a part of Terra wish he was home. He was more than happy to be able to start rebuilding the life he thought he lost, but part of losing that life was losing the people he loved. He had them back now, and even though it was rocky at first to work through old hurt and new pain, home was feeling more and more like home.

He loved being given the change to work on being the peacekeeper he always wanted to be but at the same time, traveling away from Aqua and Ven made him more homesick than it used to.

Terra clicked out of the chat when he was sure Ven was sleeping well enough to not respond. As much as Terra wanted the interaction to feel closer to home, it was more of a relief that Ven was not responding right away meaning he wasn’t laying in bed on his phone unable to sleep. It was an issue for them all at first, but nightmares started to fade and sleep started to come easier for them all. Granted, now he was the one laying in bed staring at his phone.

He pressed on another set of notifications, bringing up pictures this time. He recognized the app as something Ven excitedly showed Terra the moment they were given the gummiephones. It was a way to post pictures and everyone who was connected to your account could see it…or something like that. He sort of just smiled and nodded at Ven as he explained the whole thing.

With a flick of a thumb, Terra scrolled through the pictures, recognizing faces and even places as Riku was one who posted a shot of Arendelle Castle when they got here. There were a few comments; Kairi saying she thought it was beautiful but she wasn’t sure she could handle the cold, Sora immediately chiming in that it was freezing there and what was wrong with Riku that an island boy like him could take the cold so well.

There was also a comment from Aqua, a small picture of her next to her name and text. She wrote about missing the snow covered worlds, and that she’d love to see it. Pretty typical; Aqua loved the snow even if she also was always cold. He was about to keep scrolling but he saw the timestamp next to her post, that it was only made five minutes ago.

She was still awake.

He hesitated, thumb over her picture. He knew enough that if he clicked on it, he’d be taken to the profile she set up and from there he could message her or call her. A part of him wanted to. It was a long day, trudging through the snow and staying in an unfamiliar bed. The other part of him told him he saw her this morning and it hadn’t even been twenty four hours yet so rationally he shouldn’t miss the sound of her voice yet.

Rational or not, he did.

With a groan he pushed the phone down onto the bed, his head leaning back against the headboard with a dull thud. Maybe it was rational; time passing or not he spent a very long time without someone he used to spend everyday with. He barely remembered the time he lived with Master Eraqus before Aqua. She was always there and when she wasn’t…

He closed his eyes, chest contracting at the swirl of dark memories that flooded his mind. It used to be very hard to push them away, choosing to sink into the guilt of what was done but tonight he could open his eyes and remember the past was the past. He was okay, she was okay, just a little farther away tonight. Which wasn’t common, but it also wasn’t uncommon as they started on the path that they were trained to follow.

Still, there was nothing wrong with checking in, right? Nothing weird about just wanting to make sure his home was safe while he was away. That was completely reasonable. Totally normal to call up his best friend in the middle of the night with an excuse he was checking in when really he missed hearing her knock on his door with two cups of tea to share in a quiet moment before bed.

Totally normal.

He quickly picked up his phone, clicking where he last saw her picture. It brought him to a familiar profile layout so he knew where to find the video call button before he could lose his confidence. The ringing noise echoed in the room as his call was going through.

Terra quickly jumped out of bed (not without nearly falling out as his legs got tangled on the blankets in his effort to move fast) to walk over to the window. There was a small place to sit, the moonlight from outside shining in over the cushions and pillows that sat there. He didn’t know why he needed to move, anxious energy he supposed, but the calling screen cut out just as he was sitting down. He held up the phone to try and remember how Ven said was the best way to angle it but Terra’s stomach fell so fast he nearly dropped the phone.

The background of the call was a vibrant blue sky, palm trees scattered around. While blue eyes were watching him, it wasn’t the blue eyes he wanted to see.

“Terra?” Kairi asked, her forehead furrowed slightly. “Is something wrong?”

“Terra?” Another voice piped up from somewhere nearby. “You mean he actually knows how to call someone?”

More red hair filled the screen, so much of it that it nearly covered the entirety of it.

“Axel,” Kairi snorted, reaching a hand up to shove his face away.

Terra wished he could just hang up and pretend this never happened but he could only hope in the poor lighting of the room they couldn’t see how hot his face felt. “Mmm, yeah, I know how to call people.”

Kairi clicked her tongue, a smile pulling across her lips that was uncomfortably like the redhead still trying to squeeze his face in view. “Just not the right people.”

Terra would never say Kairi wasn’t perspective. He must’ve been in such a panic to actually call Aqua, he didn’t check to make sure he was still clicking on the right picture. His phone probably scrolled up when he tossed it and he just didn’t notice. “No,” he tried, but he had nothing to follow that up.

“Nice try,” Axel said. “If Red needed to know anything about the mission, tall, silver and broody would’ve called her.”

“Stop it,” Kairi chuckled.

“What I’m wondering…” he said, tapping his finger against his chin. “Is how you called Kairi, her name should be nowhere near Aqua’s in the contact list.”

Terra really hoped his choke couldn’t be heard over the phone. “That’s not…I wasn’t…” What could he say? That was who he meant to call.

“Leave him alone,” Kairi said, though she was laughing as she tried to push Axel away again. “I assume it’s late there. Have a goodnight, Terra.”

He always knew he liked Kairi. “Yeah, you too.”

“Try searching under A next-” Axel’s voice was cut off as Kairi ended the call.

Terra groaned as he hung his head. He had done some stupid things in his life, he wasn’t sure if he had done anything quite as embarrassing as that. He should just go to bed and call it a night. Yet even despite knowing he’d never hear the end of that especially from Axel, Terra still wanted to talk to Aqua.

This time he did search under A, finding her name and her picture. He pressed the call button, heart still pounding in his chest though whether cause he didn’t know how she’d respond or because of the last call he accidentally made, he wasn’t sure.

This time when the calling screen ended, he was greeted with a familiar background. It was the library in the castle, a place he knew like the back of his hand. Firelight from the fireplace sent a glow onto the well loved couch, Aqua’s face looking more worried than anything when she came into view.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in that tone that meant she was trying to keep calm but inwardly starting to freak out.

He snorted but he felt a smile pull at his lips, warmth filling his chest like he was sitting in front of the fireplace too. “Why does everyone say that when I call them?”

She seemed to be satisfied that him, Riku, or the mission weren’t in danger because she leaned back against the couch. Terra could see the blankets piled up in her lap, the book she must’ve discarded when he called off to the side. “Because you never call anyone.”

“Fair, I guess,” he said. “The castle is huge here, you know.”

“Yeah,” she breathed, tucking her legs under her in an effort to make herself more comfortable. “I saw the picture, it looked beautiful.”

“Its different, you know, different from home. Nice in its own way, but think I like ours better.”

“Are you homesick?” Aqua asked, her tone just slightly teasing.

“Homesick for what? Ven snoring so loud I can’t sleep and waking up thinking the castle is on fire but its just you up at the crack of dawn baking a multi-tiered cake or something ridiculous?”

The answer was yes though and her smiled seemed to know it. “Did you stay warm? In all the clothes you took?”

“Aqua, I could’ve been buried in an avalanche and I still would’ve been sweating in all the clothes you gave me.”

“Huh, well, maybe you’ll be thanking me when an avalanche hits you.”

He laughed and it made her laugh, her eyes curving into half moons and her smile wrinkling her cheeks some. It was so familiar to him. It reminded him of notes passed to her when Master had his back to them during a lecture, silly drawings to make her smile when the rest of the lesson was so dry. It reminded him of warm summer days when he’d jump off into the lake purposely too close to her to make the water splash up to get her wet. Of dessert snuck to her way past bedtime when he knew she was up studying. Of him being pinned to the ground yet again, her leaning over him in victory. Of very late nights outside under the stars with Ven asleep next to them as Terra told her everything he wanted to do in the worlds.

“I miss you,” he said, probably not very gracefully but all the memories, the lifetime of memories that he never thought he’d get back just made it so hard to feel so far away again.

Her face softened as she leaned her head back against the couch. “I miss you too. Home’s emptier without you. It always is when you were gone.”

“You’d like it here though,” he said, clearing his throat. “Lots of snow and frost for you to freeze in and pretend you’re fine but your fingers are turning purple.”

“Lucky for me there’s someone whose always warm and I can shove my hands up his shirt.”

He snorted, though even the thought of her freezing hands against him was a warm thought. “I should’ve expected that.”

She was quiet for a moment, just sort of watching the screen. He almost asked if she wanted to leave so she could sleep but she shifted the phone a little instead.

“Will you take me?” she asked.

“Take you where?”

“To Arendelle, when the mission is done. Will you take me back there?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Anywhere.”

Her smile had his heart in his throat, so did the thought of going somewhere with her, just her that had nothing to do with missions or jobs.

Aqua looked like she was about to say something but her eyes flickered to the top of the screen for a few moments instead. “Terra?”

“Hmm?”

“Why is Axel asking me if you finally called me?”

Terra hit his head back against the stone of the wall. Embarrassment was there once again, but for once it wasn’t enough to make the comforting feelings of talking to Aqua made him feel. “I’m going to kill him.”

Aqua laughed, and Terra couldn’t remember even why he was nervous to call her in the first place. She was the one person he never needed to be nervous around, someone who accepted him for everything he was and everything he wasn’t.

Well, he was a little nervous at how much his heart skipped when she arched her eyebrows at him, her way of prompting him to tell the story with her usual smile still on her lips. Ven and the other kids liked to tease Terra that he was dense or oblivious but he wasn’t that much so, he was aware of what it meant at least.

That was absolutely not for tonight though.

He snorted instead, holding the phone up a little so he could shift back against the wall behind him.

“Did you know that yours and Kairi’s names are surprisingly close in the contact list?”

She leaned her head back against the couch and he imagined if he was sitting next to her she would’ve nudged her leg over to kick him. “Liar.”

“No, its true, right next to each other.”

“You called her name without even looking to make sure it was me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, that was it.”

Aqua laughed again, and he never thought he would ever be tired of the sound. “You really need to learn how to use your phone, Ter. It’s important, not just for the kids to post pictures.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it handled.”

She paused for a second, and he thought she was about to tell him she had to go; the thought alone making him feel lonely again. “I’m glad you called.”

That was enough, that was worth it all. To know on some level she was happy to see him too. Maybe he would make an effort to learn how to use the phone better if it meant he’d get to feel closer to her while they were apart.

“Me too.”

[is-this-a-skam-account]

Shelter Chapter 1 by shawnie1718 (me) on ao3

Drummer!Lucas/Model!Eliott

Omega!Lucas/Alpha!Eliott

It’s that fateful Instagram story which helps connect a certain Omega and a certain Alpha.

(Someone asked me if I posted it on my tumblr because they couldn’t see the photos so here we are!)

———

It was that fateful Instagram story that Lucas’s friend Yann had posted which would later change Lucas’s life. It was only fifteen seconds long. The video itself was jerky and fuzzy, so it didn’t do much in the viewing department. But there in the center of the frame was Lucas, jamming out in the street with bins scattered around him. The jamming session had been totally unprompted. Lucas and Yann had walked up to a street performer as he was playing on his “set of drums.” Lucas had commented something which prompted the performer to ask “would you like to play?” Lucas hesitated and it was Yann who actually pushed him to perform. So Lucas got up there and began to play a simple beat, pretty soon mixing it up and playing more advanced rhythms. Lucas thinks he looks stupid in the video, with his backpack slung around his back and hair flopping around as he jumped. But Yann argues that “that’s what gives it character!” And of course his friend claims that he brought on Lucas’s rise to fame.

Lucas’s following on Instagram blew up when the video went viral. Everyone began wondering who the sexy drummer was that could create awesome rhythms totally unprompted. So, Lucas decided to feed a growing fan base a video of him playing the drums upside down. What else was a man to do? The internet went wild. Lucas didn’t really understand why, but he took it. Lucas then did a follow up video as a thank you, and decided to share with his fans his love for playing guitar and singing.

Thus, he earned the title of the “French Cutie Who Can Do Anything.”

Then came the night Lucas and Yann had been chilling in Lucas’s apartment (which he shares with two other people. Yann always gets upset at him for not getting an apartment of his own “since you have enough money!” But Lucas likes sharing a space. Plus, living with another Alpha and Omega is comforting.) He had been on multiple press tours by this point, and had just finished with his USA tour which hit the main cities such as LA and New York. But it felt nice to be back in Paris, in his apartment, nursing a crappy beer with a French TV show on in the background.

He was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, Yann doing the same but on the other side of the couch, when he suddenly got a notification. Lucas frowned, he thought he had his push notifications for Instagram turned off. He slid over to his messages and read the profile name. Srodulv? How do you even pronounce that? Sro-deulv? Shrodulvsjdn? Like what?

Lucas shoved his phone into his friends face, “do you recognize that name?”

Yann narrowed his eyes at the screen, “the ‘srodulv’ one?” Lucas gaped at him, how did he pronounce that so well? Yann continued, “nah, but you can click on the profile.”

Lucas was about to protest but Yann beat him to it, already tapping on the phone screen to pull up the account. Yann shoved Lucas’s phone back into his face before going back to continue mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Lucas went immediately to the profile picture and ho- holy shit this guy was hot. His eyes trailed down to the bio where it read “elite model/actor 🇮🇹” Ah well that explains the hotness level.

Lucas continued scrolling to look through the photos. It was obvious the guy was an Alpha, from his air of confidence to his rather dominant features, like how tall he was or his sharp jawline. I bet that jawline could cut glass... Lucas shook himself out of his thoughts and decided to start from the bottom. It started off with some odd posts that didn’t seem to really fit together, some drawing and some videos of old animations. But slowly it turned into more headshots and posts of that sort, probably as he became more into his modeling career. Lucas clicked on one post which caught his eye. Lucas wasn’t sure if he was drooling as he looked into the steely gray eyes. Jesus, is he even real?

Lucas meant to click on the exit button, once, twice. You liked the picture! Lucas felt his heart stop. Nooooo. He looked down to see the date. Lucas wanted to chuck his phone at the wall. Three years ago. Fuck. No getting out of this one.

Lucas began panicking and hitting Yann on the shoulder “bro, mec, ow abuse!” Yann yelled. Lucas ignored his friends remark and shoved his phone back into his friends hands. Yann took a few moments to catch up through evaluating the phone. There was no way Lucas could voice what he had just done. He was too busy trying to fold in on himself. He heard Yann laugh and mumble a “duuude...”

“No, no!” Lucas said frantically and grabbed the phone from his friend, “don’t ‘duuude’ me! HELP me!”

Yann shrugged, “I mean, he’s a model right? He probably gets thousands of likes a day. He probably didn’t even notice.”

That helped calm Lucas a little. Yeah, maybe he didn’t notice. His hopes were crushed, however, when we got another notification. @srodulv sent you a message!

Lucas hovered over the message for a few minutes, really it felt like centuries, before deciding to open it. He first saw the photo @srodulv had sent him. It was a drawing of a small hedgehog sitting at a set of drums, spikes going everywhere. And another small sketch of the same hedgehog with a guitar in hand. Lucas smiled at the photo despite his efforts to repress his smile. He then looked down to see the next message

@srodulv: like what you see?

Lucas wanted to go run...somewhere. No, what he really wanted to do was to just crater in on himself until he was nonexistent.

“Shit, he just messaged me again.” Lucas finally mentioned to his friend.

Yann huffed and sat up from his position on the couch to look over at the phone.

“So? Message him back?”

“Are you crazy?” Lucas squeaked.

Yann laughed, “uh, no. I mean, he’s a model right? Maybe being his friend could help boost your career!” Lucas eyes his friend, “also not that I’d date him, but man those eyes...”

“Okay, okay, get off me.” Lucas said grumpily and shoved his friend off his shoulders.

Lucas hadn’t really been into anyone ever since his crush on Yann. He still wasn’t out to his friends, or the internet. (Though he will say the internet is onto him. They are much smarter than his friends. The internet has speculated that he’s actually an omega despite the fact that he uses suppressants. They help him appear more beta like, especially in person.) He’s come to terms with his sexuality and secondary gender himself, but taking the step into the public eye is a large step. Well, more like a large jump. Especially with how much his life is on display to the world.

When he first presented as an Omega at 15, he was scared. He saw what happened to his mom, who was also an Omega. He loves his mom, he really really does. But he just doesn’t want to end up like her. So, he started taking suppressants. Luckily, his dad wasn’t against getting the prescription, because he was ashamed of having a male Omega as a son. So they agreed to keep that secret between them. That is, until Lucas moved in with Mika. He had to tell him about his secondary gender mainly because of his heats. That would have been a rude awakening for Mika if he were to walk in on Lucas. Lucas usually forces himself into heat, which means he stops taking his suppressants every couple months and sets aside a week for it to happen. He hates his heats. He hates how he becomes so needy, but at the same time he wishes he had an Alpha who could actually satisfy that neediness. Braving heats alone is not an easy task. Every time, it feels like his inner Omega is trying to rip itself from his skin, clawing at it, whining constantly. But it’s better than having an Alpha to control his every move.

Lucas pulls himself out of his thoughts and glances at his friend who is back on his phone, watching...is that a compilation video of dogs catching frisbees?

Lucas takes a deep breath, opening up Instagram.

@lucallemant: well I like the drawing. I suppose the artist isn’t bad to look at either.

He sets his phone to the side, heart pounding. Suddenly, his phone bings. He wasn’t expecting a response so quickly.

@srodulv: I would hope not.

Lucas felt like punching himself in the face he was so anxious.

@lucallemant: so...why a hedgehog?

@srodulv: maybe because someone always has such unruly hair. And maybe because someones nose just looks so boop-able.

Lucas is glad @srodulv let’s the change of subject slip by. But did he just say his nose was...boop-able?

@lucallemant: excuse me, what did you just say?

@srodulv: I think you heard what I said.

@lucallemant: heard? I didn’t hear anything?

@srodulv: you know what I meant! You’re mean... :(

@lucallemant: haha I’m sorry I’m sorry.

@srodulv: so do you accept my compliment on your nose?

Lucas smiled to himself, pretending to rub at his lips to make it seem discreet.

@lucallemant: I suppose I have to. And may I have the honor of knowing the name of the person who gave me such a nice compliment?

@srodulv: where are my manners?! I’m Eliott

@lucallemant: Lucas. Though I suppose you already knew that.

@srodulv: at least I know now for sure that your name is really Lucas. Not just “French Cutie Who Can Do Anything.”

@lucallemant: oh god that is going to haunt me forever, isn’t it?

@srodulv: haha I’m afraid so.

Lucas pauses before saying: so you’re a model then? What’s a model doing drawing ME of all people in fan art.

@srodulv: cmon if anyone deserves fan art it’s you!

Lucas blushes and tries to swipe it away before Yann sees.

@srodulv: I suppose I draw because it’s an outlet of some kind.

@lucallemant: that’s awesome. Well, since my fursona is apparently a hedgehog, do I get to know yours?

@srodulv: haha you know I would like to think of them more as soul animals, but thanks for that thought. My “fursona” is a raccoon.

@lucallemant: a raccoon?

@srodulv: yeah! They wear masks. 🦝

“Dude, quit smiling at your phone like that. You’re freaking me out.” Yann mumbles from beside Lucas, pulling him out of his little Eliott and Instagram bubble.

“Sorry...” Lucas said before letting his gaze trail back on his phone. He saw Yann roll his eyes, but Lucas just brushed it off.

@lucallemant: so how did a model such as yourself stumble upon me?

@srodulv: I couldn’t let a pretty face like yours slip away, could I?

@lucallemant: try again, this time without flirting.

@srodulv: ouch getting called out lol. But I suppose I was in a rough patch and your video sort of helped pull me out.

@lucallemant: which video?

@srodulv: that’s a surprise ;)

Lucas lets a smile take up his lips. His eyes drifted up to the time. Holy- it’s already 1:30 am? He’s gotta go to bed. Classes tomorrow. Thanks college.

@lucallemant: I have to go :( classes early tomorrow.

@srodulv: aw man, you’re still in high school?

@lucallemant: college actually

@srodulv: oh! What are you studying? (Last question for the night and then I’ll have to come to terms with our conversation ending D: )

Lucas snorted a laugh: I’m a bio major. (And I’m sorryyy! I wish I could keep talking too)

@srodulv: then show me how sorry you are. Meet me in Paris when I get back from Japan?

Lucas chewed at his bottom lip. Should he trust this guy? He is an Alpha...

But what’s the worst that could happen...right? Eliott seems like a nice enough guy. Lucas lets his inner Omega instincts take over on deciding what to do.

@lucallemant: sounds like a plan. When do you get back?

@srodulv: it’s a date! I get back in a month!

@lucallemant: looking forward to it. Goodnight, E.

@srodulv: goodnight, Lulu.

Lucas hugs his phone to his chest.

It’s a date!

[larissel]

Day 1: Online

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Ship: Baavira

Words: 1550

Summary: Baatar never believed he could ever find a connection to someone right until he received a message from someone he just lost to in Elementals II, the hottest and newest game in the market.

[AO3]

“There’s no way…” Baatar said with his face practically pressed up against his monitor, eyes turning wide, watching with horror as his screen turned red with the words “you have died” plastered on the screen with an ominous music playing in the background before his screen faded to black. “Fuck!” Frustrated, he took his headsets off before throwing it to the side. He leaned back in his seat, blankly staring at the ceiling.

Once his anger have quelled, he straightened himself back up and was only a click away from logging out his gaming account until he noticed there was a message waiting for him in his inbox. He clicked on it and it didn’t take him a second to recognize the messenger, the very one who defeated him this year’s hottest and newest game—the Elementals II. What surprised him was what’s written in the message…

thegreatuniter: Good game :)

He would’ve usually been met with a series of expletives and long messages filled with glaring errors that were normally difficult to take serious of. He stared at the screen for a moment before typing back a reply.

the_colossus: Thanks?

thegreatuniter: Not everyone can play as the nonbending class as well as you did, as the engineer too. I must say, you even also got me.

Baatar found himself smiling, he normally gets ragged for picking the least popular and most difficult class.

the_colossus: Not everyone can control the earth and metal as well as you do too.

It was then and there, a newfound friendship blossomed between the two…and what would soon become one of the most powerful team up.

xxx

thegreatuniter: Another victory for Team Earth Empire!

thegreatuniter: Thanks to you.

the_colossus: But it was your voice that led us to victory, I didn’t do anything.

thegreatuniter: Don’t sell yourself too short.

the_colossus: You’re right. ^^’

thegreatuniter: Of course I’m right, I’m always right.

Baatar rolled his eyes playfully with a smile on his face, wishing he can have that kind of confidence she’s always extruding of. He decided to quickly change the topic, talking about the newest episode of the show they both enjoy. It’s nice to talk to someone who doesn’t seem to be turned off by how his nature.

These past few months they’ve started conversing online with one another and playing together, it was bit of a relief for him ever since he graduated from college with a degree for engineering, without a job at this moment. Though, he often helped his father around at his company begrudgingly; definitely not what he’d signed in for, working as an assistant. But he still, he counted himself as lucky.

Kuvira’s relationship, coming to know her name, with her parents made his own relationship with his mom and dad tamer than it really is. He got to know her a bit just like she got to know him, having learned she’s enrolled in a community college and working as a part time dance instructor.

xxx

thegreatuniter: You single?

Baatar nearly spit out his drink, reading the message that popped onto his screen and was swift on typing out his replies.

the_colossus: I am single.

the_colossus: Why are you asking?

the_colossus: Are you single???

thegreatuniter: Why are you asking?

thegreatuniter: Are you asking me out?

His eyes were still wide and unblinking, and once more, he was quick on typing out his response.

the_colossus: I’m not! >.>

the_colossus: You asked me first!

thegreatuniter: Kidding! I’m kidding haha.  

the_colossus: Not funny. XP

thegreatuniter: My apologies, was just playing around.

thegreatuniter: But yes, I am single…if you want to know.

At that moment, Baatar felt an odd weight was lifted off from his chest, relieved to read those words.

xxx

thegreatuniter: We lost! I can’t believe it! We lost!

thegreatuniter: And what kind of name is Team Avatar?!

the_colossus: It’s just a game.

thegreatuniter: I know it’s just a game!

Baatar flinched, feeling the rage radiating off from reading her reply. It was just as terrifying as it is to hear her yell in his ears from his headsets, but that’s what he likes about her, instilling confidence and fear into their teammates’ hearts; it, however, failed this time around. He had to say, he’s impressed with what the other team had done to push them off a rank even when his pride was almost on the line when someone who also played the engineering class showed him up.

the_colossus: You should’ve sacrificed me.

After all, Team Avatar managed to surround him.

thegreatuniter: And I already said I won’t do it, I could never sacrifice you.

xxx

the_colossus: My parents don’t get me!

the_colossus: They think they do, but they don’t! Ugh!

the_colossus: Why can’t they just actually be there for me for once!

the_colossus: Always treating me like a kid, I’m almost twenty-six!

the_colossus: I am a grown adult! I’m ready!

His barrage of messages went on and on, leaving a long trail of only him and his words with the sound of pinging wildly going off on Kuvira’s end. He felt guilty for forcing her having to deal with the terrible mood he’s in, but so far, she has yet to say anything.

the_colossus: Mother and father think otherwise.

the_colossus: I thought they would be happy for me.

It wasn’t long ago Baatar got a job offer, an offer that would officially kick start his career and finally make degree useful, but it seems his parents didn’t share the same sentiment who had no problem voicing out their thoughts and concern. ‘It’s not fair.’ After all, his brothers and sister gets to do whatever they want.

thegreatuniter: Just talk to them.

the_colossus: You think I didn’t already try? My parents are so damn stubborn, especially my mother. :/

His mother truly is stubborn, hard to ever please. Perhaps it is better now to accept his fate than later, he lets out a dejected sigh at the thought. It didn’t help that he has always been quite insecure too.

the_colossus: It’s like they don’t believe I could do it.

thegreatuniter: Try to talk to them again, don’t let them invalidate you.

thegreatuniter: Don’t sell yourself too short.

Those same words she said to him long ago, it made his heart skipped a beat, a feeling he’s been having for a while now every time they speak to each other in moments like this. Later that night, lying in his bed with the thought of Kuvira running in his mind, his eyes were filled with realization for the feelings he has for her.

“Oh…”

xxx

It’s here. Today is finally the day Baatar gets to meet her – Kuvira – after a year has passed since they’ve struck a wonderful friendship. He was surprise to hear she was coming down to Zaofu days ago where he found out she was interning for his mother during the summer break; a coincidence, remembering how he often ragged on about his parents. He offered to show her around town, waiting for her now.

She was late however, having been nervous since the morning, it didn’t help the fact that she hasn’t even messaged him. He was on the balls of his feet, scanning the crowd searchingly for a familiar face he had seen online. So far, no one he knows.

Maybe something came up for her at the last minute, maybe she was never planning to even come.

‘Who am I kidding?’ It was too good to be true. Just as he was about to leave, a voice called out to him.

“Baatar?” He snapped his head up, swiveling around to see Kuvira standing before him.

“Y-You’re here,” he uttered, feeling his heart beating rapidly.

“I didn’t recognize you,” Kuvira said, examining him from head to toe. “You look different.”

Baatar shifted, blushing when he felt her eyes were on him. He hasn’t updated his social media profiles in a long while now, no longer was he the skinny lad in the few pictures he posted. “Like in a good way?” He couldn’t help it but to ask.

Kuvira nodded her head. “Yes, in a good way.”

“I didn’t think you would come,” he said, licking his dry lips.

“Driver dropped me off at the wrong spot—”

He noticed her face was flush, seeing how she almost sounded like she was out of breath.

“—plus my phone decided to bust on me.” She grumbled out, looking down at her dead phone unhappily. Her eyes moved back up to his then to the bouquet of flowers he was holding, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that for me?”

He nodded his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he held it out to her nervously. “My mother is friends with the florist right across the street…and I remembered you mentioning lilies were your favorite…right? I could be wrong, so let’s forget about this and—”

“No, no, you’re not wrong,” Kuvira said, pressing a finger to his lips before taking the bouquet of lilies. “It’s lovely.”

“So are you ready for this date – I mean – the tour around town?” he corrected himself immediately.

Kuvira laughed, nodding her head before looping her arm around his. “Yes, I’m ready for this date.”

‘Oh yeah, this is way better than winning a conquest battle in Elementals II.’

[sandalwoodhusbands]

for him.

Lucas posts music covers on youtube and there’s a guy who keeps sending him the most original photos he’s ever seen.

(also on ao3) // previous

                                                          I

A year and a half later

Way Down We Go // Kaleo (Cover) – by turnupthelucas

lucasxlallemant21:

Oh my god so fucking goooood! Your voice keeps getting better and better <3

  + turnupthelucas: thank you!

elio0oliverr:

that wink at the end??? ended the world’s problems

lallemantstan:

my wig is on the floor, my skin is clean and my ears cry with glee

harrysdimple:

Mr. Lucas Lallemant really out there changing the music industry uh

ghostlypitch:

When are we going to get original content?

  + turnupthelucas: soon ;)

     + lustiel: OHMYF GOD CHRISTIE ALSFNEGEJK

     + malectrash: JE SUIS DEAD

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slipperysnow:

we need more videos with lucas playing the guitar. so hot

Lucas locks his phone, smiling to himself.

It all started as a joke, as most things do. In the beginning, it had just been him and Yann, a viral shitty 15second recording and a guitar.

Yann had been messing around with some strumming patterns on Lucas’ bed, playing some famous tunes at random.

Lucas had been unaware of the phone against the headboard filming him spin around the room with his desk chair, so when he heard the first notes of the acoustic version of Break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored, he didn’t hesitate to belt out the lyrics like there was no tomorrow.

Yann had posted it on his Instagram story without Lucas knowing.

When Lucas logged on his own Instagram account a couple hours later, he felt very confused at the rising number of followers and odd requests to ‘post more videos’ he got, to say the least.

He hadn’t really thought about his voice before that day, but he had to admit the clip sounded pretty fucking good. So he said to himself, why not? - worst case scenario, the video is a complete flop and his friends mock him for a week.

Needless to say, it was the furthest thing from a flop. In the span of a month his first ‘official’ video hit 700k views on YouTube, and so many people begged for more covers in the comment section that he filmed another one. And then another one. And then, well - then he never really stopped.

Which brings him to this day. With over 300k followers on Instagram and more than a couple of millions views on YouTube, he is one of the most popular artists in France at the moment.

He has viewers all over the globe, people send him letters (and the occasional gift) almost daily, and he's sometimes recognized when he goes out for drinks with the gang.

He’s living his best life, basically.

“Lucas” Yann groans from the sit next to him. “Can you please concentrate on the screen?”

Lucas lifts his head up and looks at the tv screen just in time to witness a geared up man appear out of nowhere, shooting his character in the head.

“Oops.”

The game’s menu glares at him in colors of red and black as Yann chucks the controller at his stomach half heartedly.

Lucas grins at him sheepishly, scratching his head.

“C’mon, restart the game. No distractions this time, I promise.”

His best friend raises an eyebrow.

“If I catch you looking at your phone even once,” Lucas raises his hands in mock surrender. “I swear I will choke you with my own hands. And not in the kinky way.”

Lucas snorts, putting his phone down on the table. He readjusts himself on the sofa, back pressed against the cushions, and sits with his feet tucked under his legs.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He clasps his hands together. “Press play.”

The sound of Yann pressing the controller’s button and Lucas’ phone going off intertwine in time.

“Really?” Yann complains as he pauses the game.

Lucas shrugs apologetically, bending forwards to check his phone.

He turned every channel - related notifications off after almost going crazy one afternoon with the constant pinging, so now his phone only notifies him when a friends texts him.

If they got interrupted by Basile pestering him again about getting them into that party next Friday, Lucas is going to kill him.

He runs the pad of his index finger over the back of his phone, unlocking it. His eyebrows shoot up in confusion when an Instagram notification pops up.

Who communicates through direct messages with their friends when you can use whatsapp?

He slides down the notifications bar, frowning when he reads the username.

“Uh”

“Is it Baz?” Yann questions from the kitchen, sticking his head in the door. “If he’s asking about the party again, tell him to go buy the tickets himself.”

“Eh, not exactly?” Lucas trails off, his confused tone making it sound like a question.

Yann walks back into the room with a sandwich in his hand and a bottle of water. Despite his confusion, Lucas gives him an unimpressed look.

Yann shrugs.

“Who is it, then?”

Lucas proceeds to show him the screen in silence.

@srodulv shared a picture with you

“Okay.” Yann looks at Lucas with an equally puzzled expression. “Who the hell is this ‘sroduluv’ person, or whatever?”

“I… don't know.”

“But you're following them.” Yann states.

“Yes.”

“And they sent you a picture.”

“Apparently?” Lucas asks in a high pitched voice, throwing his hands up in the air. “Shit, I don't know!”

That's all it takes for Yann to burst out laughing, falling on the couch and rolling over himself as he tries to control his chuckles.

“What's so funny?” Lucas whines.

“Bet you 10 bucks it’s another dick pic.” Yann laughs, looking at Lucas pointedly.

Lucas blushes profusely at the reminder, tucking his chin on his neck. It’s been known to happen, alright. He can't help that he looks like a twink most of the time - Yann says it's the hair. Arthur argues that it's his mouth.

Anyway.

“That happened once.”   Lucas retorts. “Maybe twice.”

Yann looks at him with a face that has whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy written all over it. So maybe it's happened more times than he’d care to admit.

“So? Open it!” Yann urges Lucas, nudging him when the latter just stays still.

Lucas braces himself and taps on the notification.

He opens the picture.

“Wait,” He blurts out. “What?”

“Is it a dick pic?” Yann asks curiously. When Lucas only blinks, he gasps. “Is it worse?”

Lucas blinks again, half expecting to see the picture before his eyes turn into an actual dick pic. When he opens his eyes again, the picture is still there, looking exactly like it did seconds ago.

He passes the phone wordlessly to Yann.

“What the- is that a fucking dog lying on an inflatable popsicle pool toy?” Yann laughs incredulously. “Holy shit. That’s what I call a plot twist.”

“Who the hell is this person and why are they sending me dog pics? What is going on?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” Yann says distractedly, still looking at the screen in wonder. “but you have to marry them.”

“What the fuck, Yann?”

“They sent you a picture of a bulldog laying around a pool, Lucas. That's the epitome of true romance.”

“We don't know who it is. We don't even know if it’s a dude.” Lucas hisses. “For all we know, they could be a serial killer trying to lure handsome young men with pictures of insanely cute puppies.”

“It is a cute puppy.” Yann concedes. “But you can, and call me crazy here, maybe look at their profile? Just a suggestion, though.”

Lucas withdraws his phone from between Yann’s hands immediately, tapping on this mysterious person’s profile with no hesitation.

And, holy shit. He definitely remembers now, alright.

It’s the guy . The one with the soft hair and sparkling eyes.

His eyes land on a recent picture - it’s in black and white. He’s supporting his head with his hand as he looks at the lenses with captivating eyes. He has a bit of stubble, and the black sweater he’s wearing makes him look so cozy, and Lucas wants to die.

“I definitely need to marry him.” Lucas murmurs dazzled, his heart going fast against his ribcage, as he scrolls through the guy’s posts. His lips actually tingle with how bad he wants to brush his mouth against those cheekbones.

Lucas hadn't even noticed he had followed him back.

His eyes find his bio again, and he's surprised it's still the same one from a year ago. Model. Then, another detail catches his eye, and his breath hitches. Eliott.

Eliott.

That’s his name. It fits him perfectly, Lucas thinks.

“I’m guessing he’s hot, then?” Yann snorts from the other side of the couch. Lucas had kind of forgotten he was still there, to be honest.

He looks up from his phone.

“He’s gorgeous.”

Yann smirks with knowing eyes.

“Are you going to answer him?” He asks innocently. As if he doesn't know already, the bastard.

Lucas doesn't dignify him with an answer. Instead, he looks back at his phone, fingers looming over the keyboard as he thinks of a good answer.

In the end, he settles with a simple text.

@lucallemant

hi? haha

He waits for a beat, then two, and tries not to feel disappointed when he doesn't get a text back.

He’s probably busy, he tells himself, or maybe he's sleeping? Lucas doesn't even know where he's from. He might be living in fucking California, for all he knows - although he really hopes that's not the case.

Noting his distress, Yann takes the phone from his grip and turns the volume off, tossing it to the other couch. He puts the controller in Lucas’ hands and squeezes his shoulder.

“C’mon. It's best friend quality time.” Yann gives him a gentle smile. “I demand attention now.”

Lucas bursts into a laugh - just like that, he forgets all about his phone and possible unanswered texts.

***

The hours fly by, and before he knows it, Lucas is saying goodbye to a freshly - beaten, grumpy Yann.

“I totally kicked your ass.” Lucas brags as they walk to the door.

“I totally let you win.” Yann fires back.

“You wish.” Lucas laughs before pulling Yann into a half-hug, patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow, dude.”

“Tomorrow.” Yann salutes and flashes him a smile, closing the door.

Lucas shakes his head, still smiling, and makes his way to the couch. His bed for the last few months, actually. It's a long story.

He sprawls himself on the sofa with his hands under his head, sighing. He should go shower.

He smells himself discreetly, pleased when he doesn't get the need to fill his nostrils with soap. He’ll shower tomorrow, then.

He’s starting to relax when his eyes land on his phone, still discarded on the other couch, and he swears. He'd completely forgotten about it.

With his heart in his throat, he pushes himself forward as he reaches for the phone.

It’s just a guy. I didn't even really know of his existence before today. He tells himself like a mantra. So what if he doesn't answer back? There's plenty more guys out there. Although maybe not as beautiful, or mesmerizing, or - okay, not helping.

He breaths through his nose before unlocking his phone.

A little sound leaves his mouth.

@srodulv

Hello :)

Okay. So they're really doing this, then. Cool. Totally cool. He's so not freaking out right now.

He types out an answer.

@lucallemantj

what's up with the dog pic?

He locks the phone again, holding it against his chest as he wills his heart to calm down. This time, he doesn't have to wait a second before his phone pings again.

@srodulv

With all the messages you must get, I though I should try to make an impression haha

Did it work?

So the guy isn't afraid to double text, then? Interesting.

@lucallemant

it definitely left an impression alright

@srodulv

A good one, I hope?

Lucas grins. He turns off the lights and gets himself comfortable on the couch, getting rid of the t-shirt he’s wearing.

It’s July, and he’s in the heart of Paris. Also, despite the good views this apartment might have, the air system would do with some fixing.

@lucallemant

sure :)

@srodulv

I’m Eliott

@lucallemant

i know

@srodulv

?

@lucallemant

it says on your profile

@srodulv

That makes sense haha

Lucas flushes. He can't believe he went with the ‘I know’ trope. He groans internally.

Did he fuck up?

@lucallemant

i’m lucas

When Eliott doesn't answer back, Lucas feels his heart fall to the floor. He definitely fucked up.

Fuck. This is why he never gets a date. He's so fucking awkward, God-

@srodulv

I know ;)

Lucas sighs with relief. He didn't fuck up yet, then.

He even sent him a winky face. That's good, right?

@lucallemant

i liked it, btw. the picture

@srodulv

I knew you would

Lucas bites his bottom lip, grinning from ear to ear.

@lucallemant

you did? what else do you know, then?

@srodulv

Hmmm…

Lucas grins even harder. This sounds so much like flirting. Are they flirting? Lucas is trying to, at least.

@srodulv

I know that you are very nice. You like singing, too. And you like guys who send you ridiculous pictures with dogs and pool toys, now.

@lucallemant

a bit pretentious with the last one

@srodulv

Am I wrong?

Lucas blushes. Not at all. He's not going to tell him that yet, though.

@lucallemant

wait you've seen my videos?

@srodulv

A couple of them

If Eliott notices the change of subject, he doesn't comment on it. Lucas is thankful.

@lucallemant

and what did you think?

@srodulv

Oh they're awful

Just kidding. I think you have an amazing voice, actually

@lucallemant

omg thank u

Should he do it?

Fuck it, he's going to do it.

@lucallemant

i’m kinda blushing over here haha

Double texting his crush. Yann would be proud.

@srodulv

Aww shame I can't see it. Where’s over here?

@lucallemant

Paris (:

@srodulv

Cool! I live there, too

Lucas tries not to freak out at the newfound information. He’s not doing a very good job, but he's certainly trying.

His fingers hoover over the keyboard, deciding whether he should type the text or not.

What he wants to say is, maybe we could go out for a drink, then?

What he types in instead, is

@lucallemant

weird we haven't bumped into each other yet lol

@srodulv

Well I’m not in Paris right now, actually

@lucallemant

where are you then??

@srodulv

London, for a job :) I’m staying here for a couple more weeks

What are you studying?

@lucallemant

that must be so cool!! i’ve never been to london, but i want to go so badly

and i’m studying biophysics. sounds boring, i know. and it takes so much time off my daily life i barely have time to post covers. thank god it's summer now

@srodulv

I would love to take you there sometime, then. If you want to

I want to. He wants to scream at his phone. I really fucking want to.

He resists the need to chuck his phone out the window in pure ecstatic.

@srodulv

And that sounds so interesting! Maybe one day you can give me one or two classes on the topic? Damn, you really have everything

@lucallemant

everything? i don't think so lol

@srodulv

You are super cute and nice. You have a killer voice. And now you are really fucking clever, too? That, sir, is having everything as far as I'm concerned

@lucallemant

i’m certainly not cute enough to be a model. Unlike *others*

and who are u calling sir omg I’m 19, not 90

@srodulv

You're a baby :o you would make the cutest baby model

@lucallemant

how old are u??

@srodulv

21

@lucallemant

what the fuck are you calling me baby for omg you’re literally two years older

@srodulv

Nope, sorry. You’re a baby

A BABY, Lucas

Lucas feels like his heart is going to burst. He doesn’t think he’s smiled for so long in years – maybe ever.

Eliott is doing things to his head. It’s not just that he is, admittedly, really attractive – Lucas won’t lie, it doesn’t hurt -, he’s also charming as hell. He’s making Lucas feel so special right now, and Lucas loves it.

He glances at the clock on his phone from the corner of his eye, mouth hanging open when his brain registers the time.

It's 3 a.m.

Have they really been talking for the past 2 hours?

@lucallemant

it’s 3 a.m. already, what?? how did this happen?

i should go to bed :/

@srodulv

You’re leaving me already? :(

@lucallemant

nooo i will be back, promise

i just have to get up really early tomorrow morning

@srodulv

Promise?

Lucas smiles. He’s so cute.

@lucallemant

i promise

@srodulv

Okay, then :)

Sleep well, Lucas ♡

@lucallemant

goodnight eliott

He debates with himself for a momet before making up his mind. Eliott did it first anyway, technically.

@lucallemant

♡

He locks his phone and leaves it on the table. Rolling himself over, he exhales, hiding his grin against the makeshift pillow.

Sleep comes to him fast, glimpses of smokey grey eyes and bright smiles painting his dreams with vivid colors.

When he wakes up, the sun coming through the big windows shines on his skin comfortably. He feels warm all over with the memories of last night, his dreams still present in his mind.

And when he sees Eliott’s new post, the caption //way down we go// glaring at him through the screen, he convinces himself it’s just a coincidence - despite having posted a cover of the same song less than 24 hours ago, and Eliott admitted he’d seen some of his videos. It’s a coincidence .

Nonetheless, when his friends ask if he forgot grumpy Lucas at home for the 4th time that morning, he just flips them off with a soaring heart.

He's still smiling.

[shesobscure]

our | story (2017)

....so then that happened, june 26 2017 we became a couple. A couple who's very platonic, and unideal. Yung couple na hindi mo aasahang magkakasundo, but we did. Believe it or not, we really worked hard, para lang mag adjust sa isa't isa on the first months of us dating.

there were times where, gusto ko magkaroon ng night outs, which ayaw nya pumayag. and matigas ulo ko non, sobra. Kahit ayaw nya, ipipilit ko talaga. So what he'll do, is tatawag sya every after 5 mins habang nasa inuman ako, just for me to update him, eventhough magkatext naman na kami. He also gave me a curfew, 12am tops. And no hubadera outfits. Pinakang payag na sya na suot ko is palda kasi mukha raw akong babaeng babae talaga. Hindi din siya napapakali everytime nalalate ako magreply, kahit 2mins lang. Eh ako pa naman yung tipo ng tao na hindi talaga mabilis magreply. So nung mga unang buwan namin, yun talaga madalas pinag tatalunan namin. Also, meron akong attitude where i like to call certain peeps "bro" "boi" "pre" etc, yun bang salitang pangtambay, and kahit ayun, gusto niya alisin ko sakin. And all of those shits i've mentioned? Lahat yun walang naging problema sakin na alisin, baguhin o iimprove, kasi ganon ko siya kamahal, at ganon ko gustong patatagin relasyon namin. Which is nangyari din naman, at dalawang taon na pamula nung nagsimula kaming bumuo ng mga memories namin....

-JULY 23, 2017- His 19th birthday. Pinakilala niya ako sa family niya, first girlfriend na dinala niya sakanila by the way. Unang pagkikita rin namin since we became a couple. His family accepted me wholeheartedly and sobrang saya nung gabi na yun. Had the chance to meet his pamangkins & cousins and half of the amat family, na sobrang mahal ko. His mom, ate and i also had the chance to have a girl talk nung napprepare na kami sa pagtulog. Sobrang masaya.

-JULY 26, 2017- Hindi man kami magkasama, eh sinalubong namin yung 1st monthsarry namin kasi yun ang gusto nya. We talked over the phone magdamag and ramdam ko yung saya niya na umabot kami ng isang bwan despite of the complications kahit bago lang kami. And miski ako, masaya ako na kahit babago palang eh nakasurvive na kami sa unang bwan, kasi akala ko talaga merong sumpa na binigay sakin kasi mostly yung past flings ko, hindi naman tumatagal ng isang bwan or whatsoever. Masaya, sobrang masaya ako nun, sobrang masaya kami.

-AUGUST 19, 2017- Second time na nagkita kami, magkaaway kami nung time na 'to kasi i kept on mentioning his ex kaya ang nangyari, hindi kami nag usap halos the whole day, tapos it turned out na inimbita ako ng pinsan niya sa isang event nila, then nung nandoon na ako, sakin siya hinahanap ng mga kamag-anak niya tapos sabi ko lang eh hindi ko alam kasi mag kaaway kami at hindi magkausap. tapos little did i know, tinawagan pala nila siya para ipaalam na andon ako and kung anong oras sya pupunta. Ang sagot niya raw is hindi siya pupunta kasi nga magkaaway kami, and that was actually okay lang para sakin kesa naman sa personal pa kami magbangayan, at mag away. Pero siguro wala pang 20mins nakakalipas, nag iinom na kami ng mga pinsan niya that time, nagtinginan sila sakin at sa likod ko, tapos mga nakangiti. Paglingon ko, andun siya, tapos lumapit sakin at nagsosorry sa inasal niya. Unexpected shit, bago pa siya umuwi non we had our moment under the full moon and that moment is something i won't forget, hinug niya ako ng sobrang higpit nun to the point na naisip ko "aba ayaw na ata ako bitawan neto hahahaha" napakasaya.

-AUGUST 10, 2017- i was at home, scrolling thru my facebook habang kausap ko siya tapos sabi nya icheck ko raw profile niya, i was shocked sa cover photo niya kasi picture namin yun from the last night we were together. That was the very first time na nagcover photo siya or kahit nag upload, nang babaeng dinedate nya. First time na inilabas niya ako from his facebook account na para bang proud na proud siya with me. I can't, i just can't contain my happiness.

-AUGUST 26, 2019- 2nd monthsary. Sinama niya ako pag-uwi niya sa Tiaong, Quezon. This was the very first time na nagsama kami na kami lang dalawa. We went to his auntie's house, pinakilala niya ako, naggala kami sa tiaong kung saan kami unang nagkita. then we had his cousin na sunduin kami, pabalik ng san pablo, but we had our stop over muna sa isang fastfood place, and we ate. Then pagdating namin ng san pablo, naisipan namin dumaan sa bahay ng bestfriend ko para maipakilala ko na siya, and nung nagkakilala na sila sabi niya eh "sa wakas, may maaasahan na akong magbabantay sayo dito sa san pablo" hahahahaha korni, pero masaya.

-SEPTEMBER 2017- i was hospitalized this month, and hindi siya makapunta o makadalaw sakin kasi daddy ko yung bantay kaya i told him wag na lang magpunta. Pero nung mga oras na yon, never niya pinaramdam sakin na i was alone fighting my battle, always kami magkausap, always nya ako iniintindi, na kahit sobrang sungit at taray ko sakanya non dala narin ng mga iniinom kong gamot, iniintindi niya talaga. Nagtampo pa siya non kasi sabi ko sakanya eh crush ko yung nurse na nag aalaga sakin, kaya sa kakatantrums niya, i had to request a nurse exchange, na gawing babae nalang nurse ko. Haha. He made sure that time na i was recovering smoothly and kahit malayo siya, ramdam ko yung pag aalaga niya sakin. Siya pa nga 'tong nag papaala sakin na inumin ko mga meds ko everytime limot ko. Haha. Was a rough battle being hospitalized, pero he still made me happy.

-OCTOBER 4, 2017- I was fully okay na this time, naka recover na at nakapag palakas narin ng maayos, kaya nagdecide ako bumisita sakanila. This was the first time na nakita niya ako paglabas ko ng hospt. kaya nagulat siya sa malaking changes ko haha. We went sa fiestahan nun, tapos naiirita sya sa suot ko, kasi i was wearing an off shoulder na crop top at leggings at the same time. So ibinababa niya tapos maiirita kasi nalabas cleavage kaya itinataas, tapos nakikita pusod kaya ibinababa ulit, natatawa nalang ako sakanya nung time na yon. Pero later on naman, sabi nya mag pose daw ako at pipicturan niya ako. Sabi pa ng mga pinsan at tito niya that time "inis inis kapa kanina sa suot, ipino photoshoot mo naman ngayon" hAHahaha gagawin lahat for my happiness, damn.

-NOVEMBER 2, 2017- Umuwi kami ng Tiaong Quezon kasama family niya, kakatapos lang ng birthday ng mommy niya non, tapos bumisita kami ng tiaong. Ayun yata yung first time na nakilala ko yung lola niya na siya ang favorite apo. Binisita namin that time si kuya mino, yung tao na dahilan kung ba't kami nagkaroon ng connection, yung barkada namin na namatay at naging dahilan para magkita kami. Then we spend the whole day lang yun sa bahay ng tita niya, kumain, nagsaya and everything. Nung gabi nagpicture taking pa kami kasama mga pinsan at tito niya. Nung pauwi na kami, sa pick up kami nakasakay, ayaw niya pa ako payagan na sa labas umupo, gusto niya sa loob kasi masireno na raw, pero syempre makulit ako kaya pinilit niya nalang ako suotin yung saklob niya na bigay ko na favorite niya haha.

-NOVEMBER 4, 2017- This was the time na pupunta kami sa debut ng isa sa pamangkin niya, sa victoria laguna. Tuwang tuwa siya sa suot ko non, kasi nakapalda ako. Yun lang kasi yung payag siya na isuot ko na medj hubadera, ganon, sabi niya babaeng babae ako. Tapos siya pa nagdecide non ng style ng buhok ko hahaha first time ko sumakay ng bus non na hindi mommy ko kasama ko, or na fieldtrip, tas sabi niya masaya siya kasi siya ang kasama ko sa mga first times ko sa buhay at isa na yon. Tapos pagdating namin sa venue non, tinginan samin mga tao, di namin alam kung bakit kaya nagtawanan nalang kami. HAHA. tapos nasira sandals ko non, dinala niya muna ako sa bahay ng tito niya, tapos bumili siya ng shoe glue tas akala ko ipapaayos niya sakin, pero kinuha niya paa ko, hinubad sandals ko at siya ang umayos. Pagbalik namin ng venue, kasama na namin mga pamangkin niya, tapos maya maya tumatawag yung lola ko, asking me to go home kasi di daw ako pwede mag overnight, pati may event din sa bahay nun. Tapos takas lang ako that time na di ako uuwi, kaya nagalit siya sakin nun hahaha umalis kami sa event kahit kakasimula lang, hinatid niya ako. Pinagalitan ako sa bahay, pero mas pinagalitan niya ako sa ginawa ko. Cute niya nun. HAHA

-DECEMBER 2017- 06-07, pageant niya nung time na yon and sabi niya na kailangan ko sumuporta kasi hindi siya rarampa kung hindi niya ako makikita doon. i was there afternoon palang, so nagdate muna kami, then iniwan niya na ako sakanila para umuna sa pag gaganapan ng pageant since need pa siya iorient at ayusan. So ang kasama ko pagpunta dun nung magsstart na is mom niya, pamangkin, at pinsan. Nung nakita niya kami, para siyang nakahinga ng maluwag. Then nagstart na yung event, malapit kami ng mom at pamangkin niya sa dressing room niya kaya kada magpapalit sila ng attire, syempre picturan muna ganon, tapos samin siya nalapit. Kada nasa stage din siya, samin siya madalas tumitingin tapos ngingiti sakin. Hindi man siya nanalo that time, hakot awards naman siya. At sobrang proud ako sakanya, kasi hindi naman siya sasali dun kung hindi ko siya pinilit e. at worth it ang pagkukumbinsi namin ng family niya sakanya, hahaha.

The next day, we spent half of the day together lang sakanila bago ako umuwi. Umakyat kami sa kubo nila, nag bond, nagkulitan, tapos don nabuo yung kasunduan namin na after 2 years, we'll elope. Para patunayan sa isa't isa kung gaano kami kasigurado na kami talaga hanggang huli.

26, we celebrated Christmas together, pati narin 6th monthsary namin, kasama din kuya niya at asawa nito. Bale double date, pareho pa naka couple shirts haha we ate at namasyal sa mall, then afterwards, humiwalay na kami sa kuya niya. manonood sana ng cine kaso sold out, kaya dinala niya nalang ako don sa lugar na gusto kong puntahan kasi dinadayo ng mga tao. As usual, pinotoshoot na naman ako ng koya mo don hahahhaa

2017- All in all, our 2017 was full of ups and downs. Hindi ganon ka smooth, madalas man kami mag-away tapos break up yung lagi kong inilalaban sakanya kada nag aaway kami, siya yung nagturo sakin na hindi laging break up ang solusyon kada mag aaway kasi dapat mag -aaway lang pero hindi maghihiwalay.

He also had the chance to meet my father, hindi man personally, pero alteast he got the chance. Siya yung unang taong ipinaglaban ko sa tatay ko, and happy ako na pumabor naman siya.

Yung takbo ng relationship namin is literal na ups and downs, madaming gusto sumira, humadlang, at makisawsaw pero atleast we made it hanggang 2018 na matatag kami, kasi mas pinatatag kami ng mga pinagdaanan namin. Madami akong bagay na natutunan sakanya, at madami siyang bagay na natutunan sakin. Binago niya ako, at binago ko rin siya. 2017 was a hell of a ride, and i'm glad he became my ride or die. Madaming lesson at pagsubok ang binigay samin ng taon na iyon, at lahat yon worth it.

Mas hell of a ride ang 2018 journey namin, pero syempre sa next entry na yon. : )

(JUNE 26. 2019- 2ND Annivesary. To the man whom i loved the most sa buong buhay ko, today, we are celebrating yung ikadalawang taon pamula ng minahal kita, at minahal mo ako. Things might not be alright between us right now, pero if heaven's kind and still kind after years, maybe makukuha na natin kung ano yung gusto natin. Nagpapasalamat ako sayo sa lahat ng nagawa mo para saakin sa loob ng dalawang taon, at sa patuloy na paglaban kahit sobrang hirap ng sitwasyon nung mga nakaraang panahon natin. Salamat sa lahat lahat, the best ka parin para sakin hanggang ngayon. Hinding hindi magbabago ang pagmamahal ko sayo, aking irog. 2 years, dalawang taon na kitang mahal.)

[cannedapricot]

Instagram Famous! Bae Jinyoung

happy 100+ followers!! in celebration, i’m here bringing you some instagram famous! baejin!

baejin never even thought about having 200k followers when he first opened his account

it just happened

he woke up to 739203 notifications after posting a selfie lol

posts once a blue moon

but people still follow him juST IN CASE HE POSTS A SELFIE SOON!!

“oh bae jinyoung uploaded something do yoU SEE HIS FACE I CAN’T BELIEVE HE EXISTS SCREECHES”

everyone highkey thinks he’s an ulzzang because have you seen his visuals??? 10000/10

( Ulzzang translates to "best face" or "good looking" in Korean. This slang is often used by netizens, contests including girls competing for the title of "ulzzang". However, even if this is true, Ulzzang has developed into a subculture/style, rather than a competition/contest event. thanks google ily)

most of his feed is filled with adventures of him and daehwi 

it’s adorable fobalbfedos hnng

gets flustered whenever someone compliments him ugh baejin is so soft i love

to the world he seems like a quiet dude who stepped out of a comic book 

but to his classmates, friends and family, he’s just a normal neighborhood boy 

his classmates were so hyped about his follower count in the first week but now they’re all chill asf about it

if some fan comes looking for jinyoung they’re all like,

“a fan of bae jinyoung? he’s in the toliet pissing rn lol you can wait for him if you want”

you followed baejin on accident one day lmao

you were preparing to move to a better house in a better area 

while shoving everything into boxes, you were dyING

WHO KNEW YOU HAD SO MUCH UNIMPORTANT SHIT

deciding to take breather, you flopped down onto your bed and starting going through instagram

you know the thing

is

is it called discover ? ?? ?

the magnifying glass thing

oh it’s called the explore page

i don’t go on instagram a lot wheezes thanks once again google

moviNG ON FROM MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT INSTAGRAM

you were scrolling through that for some unknown reason

and you stumble across a picture of a p u p p e r !!!

guess who posted it!!!

that’s right!! baejin did!!

it wasn’t his dog but it was daehwi’s so it might as well be his tbh

you left a like 

and it was then that your mother decided that it was the perfect time to check on you

“y/n!! how are you going-”

YOU SCRAMBLE OUT OF BED TO PRETEND TO BE DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE

BUT YOUR MOM CATCHES YOU IN THE ACT LMAO

YOUR FINGER ALSO SLIPS AND PRESSES THE FOLLOW BUTTON

AND YOU DON’T NOTICE

until a few days later when baejin follows you back

you’re like

???

because why is an ulzzang or smt following you

so you go on his profile to do some snooping

and uh yoU’RE FOLLOWING HIM????

BUT WHY DID HE FOLLOW YOU BACK

YOUR ACCOUNT WAS JUST FULL OF YOUR COUSIN’S PUPPER

HM

ALL THESE QUESTIONS

so you did what everyone would do

ask google

jk that’s just me

you shoot him a dm asking if you knew him

jinyoung just simply replied,

“nope”

????????????

baejin doesn’t follow back unless you’re a celebrity he likes or his classmate

but yOU POST PUPPY PICTURES SO

HE SWEARS HIS FINGER PRESSED THE FOLLOW BUTTON BY ITSELF

basically baejin’s only there for the dog posts

“i just like your dog”

you don’t really ask him more

he seemed intimidating and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to you,,,,

HIS CURT REPLY WASN’T MEANT TO MAKE YOU THINK THAT WAY SUFOBSB

you moved house right

so your parents were like

“y/n go take these cookies over to the neighbors, we’re gonna be busy all day with adult stuff”

”aiight”

the house on your left belonged to a cute elderly couple

the moment they saw you they started cooing over you

the house on your right belonged to a small family

“oh! you look like you’re around the same age as my son!!! he’s out with friends right now but come by anytime soon! we’d love to introduce you to him!”

thIS ISN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG I SWEAR

so you return home in glory

from surviving awkward neighbor conversations

your mom calls you over because youR NEW SCHOOL UNIFORM ARRIVED!!!

SCREAMS

NOT BECAUSE OF NEW UNIFORM

BECAUSE OF NEW SCHOOL

AM I REALLY WRITING A CLICHE?

YES

this is like some kind of twilight rip off or smt lmao

come monday

you were a nervous wreck

lord knows if your peers would accept you

you woke up super early 

more like you didn’t sleep but ok

you bid your sleepy parents farewell and shuffled your way to school lol

you greeted the front desk and they took you to the teacher’s office

where you dealt with 429794 papers

and made sure fOR THE 5000000TH TIME THAT YES THAT’S YOUR HOME NUMBER AND YES THAT’S YOUR DAD’S NAME

it took a while but eventually the bell rings and you follow your homeroom teacher to your brand new classroom!

the teacher goes in to make them shut up first lol

“good morning kids”

ignoredt™

“i sAID GOOD MORNING”

achievement get!!! get the attention of your class!!

“we have a new student today!! please welcome y/n to the family!”

SWEATS BUCKETS

THIS IS WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GO IN

WIPES SWEATY PALMS

SHUFFLES IN

“hi i’m y/n”

AWKWARD SMILE

“oh cuTE!!!!”

“HEY WANNA JOIN THE KNITTING CLUB???”

“NOBODY’S INTERESTED IN YOUR KNITTING CLUB DAEHWI”

:c

“ok y/n you can sit next to daehwi over there. you know, the one that said something about the knitting club”

and then she leaves

responsibility at it’s finest am i right

so you slide over to the boy 

and plop down beside him

“hi! i’m lee daehwi!!”

but then a dude who looks really familiar to you for some reason drags him away

you can’t pinpoint where you’ve seen him before

weird 👀👀👀👀

the school day goes on with daehwi making small conversations with you during classes

you found a good group of people who shared the same interests and you fitted in perfectly

there was no point in worrying you worrywart 

looking at you making friends so easily :’)

everything went off without a hitch

at the end of the school day, you waved to your new friends and started the walk home

stopping by a convenience store for a snack on the way though

there you see your seatmate, daehwi with that familiar boy

taking a selfie with the ice cream they’ve just bought

awks

JUST WALK BY Y/N

PRETEND YOU CAN’T SEE THEM

you make quick work of the store and buy ur snack in 0.2 seconds

but uh

the two boys were right smack dab in front of you

it seEMED LIKE YOU WERE FOLLOWING THEM

IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT THAT YOU LIVED IN THIS DIRECTION

you were lowkey hoping at every corner that they’d turn and stop making you seem like a creep

you started nearing your house and you were lowkey relieved 

but

daehwi and other dude turn to you and ask,

“WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US”

shiT WHAT THE FUCK

“I LIVE IN THIS DIRECTION MATE”

“UH-HUH THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL SAY”

“I SWEAR I LIVE RIGHT THERE-”

“ARE YOU JINYOUNG’S FAN OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD”

WHY DOES THE NAME SEEM SO FAMILIAR HM

“oh daehwi you’re home? with jinyoung too!”

I TOLD YOU THIS WASN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG

THIS IS NEIGHBOR! DAEHWI LOL

“ah! y/n! you’re going to the same school? well, i guess that’s perfect then! daehwi’s my son i mentioned the other day! daehwi, meet y/n, the neighbor i told you about”

oh

awk x2

this might as well be a daehwi scenario fuck i need to add more baejin

“h  i”

avoids eye contact

“uh, you know what i think i hear my mom calling haha sorry i’ll see you next time mrs lee!!”

DARTS INSIDE

what you didn’t notice was that while you and daehwi were avoiding eye contact

jinyoung’s eyes were fixed on you

yOU SEEM FAMILIAR HM I WONDER 👀👀👀👀

you didn’t even have time to get changed

but your mom was like

“y/N YOUR HOME!! GOOD. GO HANG UP THE LAUNDRY PLEASE”

???????

you wanted nothing more but to wallow in a corner of shame and awkwardness

but it’s your mom we’re talking about

so you obey

as you hang up your laundry

you get a glance of the lee family’s dog!!

you immediately went,

screw the laundry

go pet the puppy

but when you pet the pupper through the crack in the fence

you can’t help but notice how much he resembles that one dog you’ve seem on instagram

but it can’t be right???

the world can’t be that small-

“y/N STOP PETTING THE NEIGHBOR’S DOG AND HANG THE DANM LAUNDRY”

pouts aggressively

while hanging up your laundry, you could hear laughs from the lee household

they kinda sounded like they were dying 

but you know better

finishing the laundry, you head back in, swiping open your phone

oh look your new classmate tagged you in a photo welcoming you oh that’s cute

hm, bae jinyoung that ulzzang or whatever posted oH IT’S A PHOTO OF DAEHWI AND HIM WITH ICE CREAM

BITCJ

NO WONDER THE DUDE LOOKED FAMILIAR

SMACKS HEAD

THE DUDE WITH 200K FOLLOWERS GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOU????

WHY IS THE WORLD SO SMALL??

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

and you’re wondering why baejin and daehwi were laughing like hyenas right

well

baejin went straight onto instagram becAUSE WAIT YOU LOOK THAT THE ONE PERSON WITH THE 10/10 DOGGO

and wow it indeed was you

daehwi was like

dude what you looking at???? i’m right here??? PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLS

baejin tells daehwi the story

and daehwi snorts

and the two start laughing like the dumb people they are

daehwi grabs baejin’s phone as he excuses himself to the toilet

for the second time in this fic lol

and shoots you a dm

'hey there ;) wanna hang sometime’

baejin returns a moment too late

the deed has been done

he FIGHTS lee daehwi for his phone back

‘sorry that was my friend’

‘no it wasn’t ;) i just wanna hang with you ;;;;)’

but uh

you could see the two fighting from your bedroom window

and it makes it even more amusing to know that they’re doing stupid shit 

smiling, you reply,

'sure lol why not i’ll head over now’

because baejin didn’t seem like the intimidating person you thought he was before

and while you look around for a jacket to keep you warm

a high pitched scream comes in through your window

you snapped your head towards it

and make eye contact with jinyoung

who’s on his back with daehwi lying over his stomach 

man that fight was intense

but that’s not the point

you send him a small smile and wave

he cracks a small smile back

and as soon as you disappear from your window

jinyoung starts hitting daehwi because whAT HAS HE DONE

LEE DAEHWI WINGMAN OF THE YEAR

you get interrogated by your parents but you successfully head out

and get welcomed by a huffing jinyoung

he fought daehwi to open the door lm a o

“hey!”

“h-hey”

“oh! y/n! i wondered who it was!! welcome, welcome”

mrs lee ushered you in and fussed over your light clothes

“ooooooo baejin has a crush”

“no daehwi i don’t-”

“then why’d you fight me for the door hm?”

shit man

knitting boy was right

whY’D HE DO THAT????

FOR A PERSON HE DOESN’T KNOW NONETHELESS 

daehwi skips up to you and drags you up to his humble room

jinyoung following seconds after

bUT

AS SOON AS YOU ALL GET SETTLED IN HIS ROOM

DAEHWI EXCUSES HIMSELF TO THE BATHROOM

WHILE SENDING A SLY GRIN TOWARDS JINYOUNG

THAT SNEK

so you two just sit there facing each other

jinyoung avoiding all eye contact

and you just grinning

baejin opened his mouth to apologize for daehwi’s actions

but you spoke first

“if you wanted to hang so badly you could’ve said so yourself!! you didn’t have to get someone else to do it!!”

HE FLUSHES

“n-nO IT’S NOT LIKE THAT I-”

man teasing baejin would be adorable osodsb

“i’m joking, i saw everything through my window”

IUSVDBAIUBUWEO

BAEJIN IS NOW DEAD

YOU SAW HIM FIGHT DAEHWI FOR THE PHONE

HOW EMBARRASSING

you were melting inside

hOW CAN A HUMAN BE SO ADORABLE

daehwi returns from the bathroom a few moments later and starts chatting with you two

hE BASICALLY HAD TO START THE CONVOS BECAUSE BAEJIN’S EMBARRASSED AND YOU’RE JUST AWKWARD

the three of you end up getting closer

“wait the dog on your insta is daehwi’s dog??? i can’t believe you lied to me”

“????the dog on your insta isn’t yours either don’t act like you’re better”

and by the time your mom shot you a text telling you to come home for dinner and baejin had to go catch the last bus home, you three were the golden trio™ already

the next day at school, you were heading towards your cute gang of friends bUT

YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY BAEHWI

THEY LITERALLY DRAGGED YOU AWAY

“YOU’RE HANGING WITH  U S WE ARE YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS”

??????????????????????????OK??????

whenever you hung out with the three, your eyes would keep going to jinyoung and sticking to him

you couldn’t help it

you blame his visuals

oh stop y/n u tsun

and jinyoung felt his heart swelling up whenever you smiled

yOU’RE BOTH SO CUTE

DAEHWI CAN TELL THAT Y’ALL CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER

you made your debut on baejin’s instagram a few weeks later

he posted a selfie of you himself

he was looking flawless but you were mid bite into your lunch lol

then came the wave of comments asking if you guys were dating

baEJIN IS FLUSTERED

HE DELETES THE PIC

but you realize and shoot him a text

‘why’d you delete my debut on your 200k insta :’<’

‘people were asking if we were dating’

‘oh. i quite liked it’

OVEUOWBOV?????AOFBOW

‘you mean the photo????’

THE BOY DOESN’T WANT TO MISUNDERSTAND OK

‘of course not lol i look like a mess. i meant the comments of us being together’

Y/N YOU SMOOTH CRIMINAL

BAEJIN IS OFFICIALLY DYING HELP THE BOY

‘is this a confession?’

lOOK HIS TEXT MAY SEEM CHILL BUT HE IS FAR AWAY FROM CHILL

‘if you like me back,,,, if you don’t like me that way then lets ignore this’

‘nO I DO LIKE YOU’

‘oH!!!!’

YOU DIDN’T EXPECT THIS

‘THEN, UH, ARE WE TOGETHER???’

‘NOT OVER TEXT BAE JINYOUNG.’

?????

baejin’s confuzzled

but the next school day comes

and jinyoung’s lowkey nervous for some reason

bUT THE SECOND HE WALKS THROUGH THE GATES

YOU PUSH EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY AND HUG HIM

“/now/ we’re together”

EVERYONE’S LIKE

“OOOOOOOOOOOO DID YOU HEAR THAT???? THEY’RE TOGETHER”

DAEHWI IN LEAD

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GET TO DATE AN ACTUAL ANGEL

his followers better be ready for cute pictures of you taking over his account

baejin would 1000000% have a pupper later on in life fight me on this

siGH INSTAGRAM FAMOUS! JINYOUNG??? MORE LIKE HIGHSCHOOLER! JINYOUNG WHY AM I LIKE THIS

i hope y’all enjoyed it though aaaaaa if i don’t seem as sarcastic or dumb as usual it’s because i’ve just finished my exams and i’m tired asf also is this really 2.5k WORDS??? I CANT- IT’S A WHOLE 1000+ WORDS MORE THAN POLICE OFFICER MINHYUN

also am i publishing this when mama’s happening i- apparently jihoon’s in a choker omfg- soMEONE HOLD ME

[shidiand]

how i like to spot reposted pictures

YOU WILL NEED:

Reblog Graphs. You don’t really need this, it just brings up the root post’s tags nice and easy. To turn Graphs on, go to Account > Settings > Labs.

Eyes. Most people on Tumblr are good here

Skepticism. Most people on Tumblr are not good here

Tea. You may encounter circumstances where tea will taste very good

Excellent! Put on your thinking caps, and let’s get sleuthing.

None of these are hard rules, but they should ring some alarm bells:

Tags for literally everything in the picture(s), far beyond the normal first 5 that are actually registered in tumblr tags. Actually, some legitimate artists do tag everything, but like. You’ll know. No tags at all isn’t an absolute free pass, either, but at least the poster isn’t trying to jam this into every tag possible

Minor tip-off: No “art tag” tag like “my art” or “[something to do with their name] art” or “my [art noun]”. Also not a hard rule, many artists don’t have an art tag. Most reposters, however, would never go as far as to claim that art as theirs. That would be stealing! They’re just sharing for awareness. And notes! Haha!

Un-tipoff: Artist name in tags or original comment or source. Good! Ideally the reposter has secured permission from the original artist to repost, too, those folks are the best, but putting down some kind of source or artist name shows the intention of giving credit. We’re not too concerned with these people (permission to repost is a different can of worms), we’re looking for OP impersonators.

Original comment doesn’t quite sound like something an artist would say about their own work. OK, this tip empirically sucks but You’ll know it when you see it. Something immodest like, “This is breath-taking!“ or “I laughed” or “The best __ I’ve ever seen”. It might resemble something attached to something you’d see on your Facebook timeline. It might not. No comment at all doesn’t guarantee genuine or fake, though.

Confirming your suspicions (Actually you can skip to this part directly): Time to look into OP’s blog. I like to use their archive, since it gives me a good look at photo posts and tags pretty easily, but keep in mind that photo posts examined in this manner only show the first photo in a photoset.

By far, the most obvious giveaway will be dramatic inconsistencies in the artstyle of posted works.

 Take, for example, [NSF W blog, click at own risk] this fine photoset-- environment-focused, very colourful, lineless Touhou x Pokemon crossovers, tagged liberally.

Another post on the blog: clean lines, large anime eyes, extremely well-(and differently!) shaded, has @kikugetsu‘s signature at the bottom, tagged liberally. 

Yet another post on the blog: pixel art animation, also doesn’t look quite like the first. Tagged liberally.

 One more: Four panel comic, in English, with yet another colouring, lineart, and shading style. Tagged liberally (”#meme #Funny Memes”).

Sure, some artists are very skilled and can change up their artstyle quite a bit, but this is going a bit far.

Final checking: Reverse image searching. Very easy to do! In Chrome, it can be as easy as right-clicking a picture and selecting “Search Google for Image”; however, Google doesn’t handle pictures from twitter or pixiv very well and sometimes just burps up a buttload of irrelevant photos anyways, so if it’s from an anime fandom (artists tend to post on those sites), I would use saucenao.com. 

In this case, you would right-click the picture and copy the address to the image -> go to saucenao -> advanced options -> paste URL -> get sauce. If you find a definite hit to a picture, you should be able to examine the artist’s profile and websites and make some more judgements. Does the artist already have a completely different tumblr? Do they speak a different language on their websites? Did another image search from the inspected tumblr lead to a different artist? Use your judgement.

Some final thoughts:

Sometimes (especially on twitter), you post a cool picture to share it with your close circle of friends, it gets retweeted/reblogged a couple of times, which becomes a lot of times, and suddenly your nice casual share has turned into a deceptive-looking repost. WHOOPS. I get you, I get you, warn’t in a source posting mood, was chilling or gunning for a laugh. I still believe it’s a very good practice to pay your respects to the good Original Artists with a little source on the side, but I’m not as mad as I could be.

Sometimes you post a cool picture to spread the awareness, so that others can be awash in the greatness of this high quality content just like you. Neat! Consider reblogging from a direct source or repost with permission if you can find one, linking to one if there isn’t one on tumblr, or getting permission yourself (not as hard or scary as you’d think!).

Sometimes you spread your noodly attention-seeking tentacle arms all over the tags and pleasure yourself to sound of misguided notes rolling in. If this is you, please reconsider your life choices and your decision to disrespect artists.

Original artists of pictures used in examples:

@nin086, more active on twitter https://twitter.com/ninten86

@kikugetsu, direct source of image here

@migelhososi, direct source

@yoruny, direct source

If you found this PSA helpful, I recommend (once again) learning about artists and permissions. I have a tag of some useful posts here.

[cupcakes4747]

Hard Work | one

Not even your husband-to-be’s suspicious behavior was enough to make you question his identity.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: slight profanity, mentions of murder and suicide

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff, mafia! Taehyung au, lawyer! Jungkook au, CEO! Namjoon au

Song: Katy Perry’s Circle The Drain and Bridgit Mendler’s The Fall Song

A/N: this is gonna be so much angst i just know it rip me

“Aww do you have to leave?” you whined, wrapping your legs around your fiancé, Taehyung, trying to prevent him from leaving.

“Yes, baby, it’s important,” he replied. You had just arrived home from your busy job of being a lawyer and since you were so stressed about the workload, you just wanted to relax. You and Taehyung were having some sexy time until he got a phone call from work saying that it was important and that he had to leave. You sighed as you let him go and watched him get off the bed and put his clothes back on.

“Try not to come back too late, okay?” you told him.

“I’ll try my best, honey,” he said before kissing your cheek and leaving. Why does he always have to randomly leave? This was the third time this week he had to leave for work at a totally random time. You didn’t know what he did. Whenever you asked him something about his job, he would always deflect the question or change the subject. You figured that was a touchy subject for him so you usually avoided the topic, despite your curiosity. Now you were soon going to get married to this man, and you had no idea what he did for a living. All you knew is that his job paid well because every week hundreds of thousands of dollars would get added to his account. You knew you could just check his phone or follow him around, or look through his work computer, but you weren’t that type of person and you knew if you did something like that, the guilt would eat you alive.

The next morning, you woke up to the delicious smell of pancakes. You brushed your teeth and went to the kitchen to find your shirtless fiancé making breakfast. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his tall frame.

“You woke up early. For once,” he joked. You gave him a deadpan look which resulted in the both of you bursting out in laughter. 

“You haven’t cooked in a while. I hope you don’t poison us,” you joked back.

“Haha very funny,” he said while turning you to give you a peck on the lips. “Babe let go of your koala grip so I can cook properly.”

“What time did you come home?” Taehyung’s facial expression quickly changed because of your abrupt question.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked, avoiding eye contact. What the hell does he mean ‘why do you want to know’?

“Because you’re my goddamn fiancé and I fucking care about you, that’s why,” you said distastefully.

“Woah, princess, you can lose the attitude. I had a lot of work to do so I had to work late. What’s with your sudden change in mood?” You glared at him. You were happy to see him this morning, but the second you remembered last night, it put you in a bad mood. You were tired of all the random escapes to work and the secrecy about his job. If you were going to get married you had to know everything about each other and be honest with each other. 

“What kind of work?”

“Oh hey, look at that. The pancakes are ready. I even put chocolate chips in them the way you like it.”

“Why are you changing the subject?”

“You need to quickly eat breakfast and get ready or you’ll be late for work,” he said while pointing to the clock. You sighed in defeat. You knew that it wouldn’t be an easy job to squeeze the truth out of Taehyung, and you clearly did not have any time for that right now if you wanted to make it to work in time. 

“I’m not hungry,” you mumbled as you walked back to the room to get ready for work. Taehyung sensed that you were upset and he hated it. He hated that his favorite person ever was upset and he hated even more that it was because of him. You would usually get upset when Taehyung had to leave while you were spending time together, but you never carried it on to the next day. This was the first time. You came back to gather your things before leaving, and Taehyung took notice of your outfit. You were wearing a black and white dress that outlined all your curves with a pair of white heels and your hair and makeup on point. Taehyung wondered why you always looked the hottest when you were mad at him. As you were putting your things into your purse, you felt Taehyung’s muscular arms wrap around your waist.

“Baby, please don’t skip breakfast. It’s not good for you. I understand you’re mad at me but don’t do this to yourself.” You sighed and broke free of his grip, taking a few pancakes and putting it into a plastic bag which you put in your purse.

“I’ll eat it in my office. Thanks,” you said showing no emotion.

“Hey, hey, hey, princess.” Taehyung walked up to you and cupped your face and looked at you intently. “I know you’re mad at me and I’m really sorry. I know I’ve been a little AWOL lately and haven’t been the best fiancé ever, but please let me make it up to you. How about we go on a date tonight and we come back home and have even more fun? Hmm?”

“I don’t know, it depends on how much work I have,” you honestly answered. 

“Please? Can’t you make time for me?”

“Just like you’ve been doing for me?” you said sarcastically.

“Come on, princess. Don’t do this. You know it breaks my heart to see you upset, especially at me.”

“Yeah, heartbreak. I know how that feels,” you said, trying to spite him. Taehyung pulled you in for a hug but you didn’t hug back. 

“I am so sorry. You deserve so much better. I promise I’ll try to be there for you more. Please let me make it up to you.” He was looking at you and speaking with so much sincerity, you decided to give in.

“Fine, maybe. If I’m not too tired by the end of the day, okay?” He responded by giving you a passionate kiss. 

“I love you so much. I’ll pick you up from work, okay?”

“Okay, bye Taehyung. I love you too,” you said before leaving the house. You felt a lot more relaxed after you had worked things out with him. Well, kinda. You still didn’t find out what you wanted to, but at least you know that Taehyung is sincere and honest with his intentions. That’s how Taehyung’s always been. He was also very smooth with his words and was always able to convince you to forgive him, which was ironic since you were the lawyer. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you sitting here in this café alone doing?” Some random, but extremely tall and good looking man approached you. You didn’t recognize him from campus, but then again you went to a big university.

“Studying,” you said without making eye contact. 

“Oh, you must go to the university here. It’s a great school. You must be very hardworking.” You found yourself blushing at his compliment. It wasn’t every day a hot guy would approach you and give you compliments that weren’t only about your looks.

“You don’t go here?”

“Ah, no. I’m just here for some work and stopped buy to get a coffee. I would buy you one, too, but I see you already have one. Too much caffeine isn’t good for you.”

“Actually, I could use it. I think I’m going to have to stay up all night cramming for this test.” The guy got up and went to the barista to order drinks for both of you. “Oh, thank you. I was just kidding, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“The only way you can thank me is by getting a good grade on the test. Why don’t you give me your number so I can ask you how the test goes? And then I’ll ask you out, too.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes at his smoothness. 

“I don’t even know your name.” 

“I’ll tell you my name when I see the perfect score on your test paper.” You giggled as you tore the corner off a piece of paper and wrote your name and number on it.

“Thank you princess. Keep up the hard work.” 

The next day was full of nice surprises. The first one was that you got a perfect score on your test. The second was that you ended up dating someone who turned out to be the love of your life.

You happily sighed at that memory. You realized that the entire time you were zoned out, you had already arrived at work. You walked up to the top floor, where your office was. Before starting your work, you stopped at your best friend, Jisoo’s cubicle. 

“I brought us food,” you said while holding up the pancakes that Taehyung made.

“This is why I love you,” Jisoo said excitedly. You both sat in her office and ate breakfast together while talking with each other. After that, you went back to your office and saw your boss, Jungkook sitting in a chair in your office.

“Ah, Y/N, there you are. I wanted to give you your next case. This one is a little bit harder than the other ones you’ve done before, but I know you can handle it, since you are one of my best lawyers.” You smiled. It was true. You had already been promoted twice in one year. “Yesterday, a CEO of a big company was murdered and the killer tried to make it look like he committed suicide. Your job is to prove that it was not a suicide and that the murderer is guilty.” Wow this is a really morbid case. “The trial will be held in one month and the murderer will be tracked down for an interview later on.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for this oppurtunity.” Jungkook nodded as he handed you a folder with all the information they knew so far and then left your office. You sat down and looked through the folder. The victim was a man named Kim Namjoon who was the CEO of a big technology company. They probably wanted his money. There was all sorts of information and pictures about Namjoon and the crime scene. You then turned the page and it had the profile of the accused murderer. It was some guy who was part of a huge mafia and went by the name “V” but they didn’t know his real name. It had all sorts of information about him. On the next page it had a picture of him. Your jaw dropped when you saw Taehyung’s face. No, no this isn’t happening. Maybe it’s just someone who looks like him. You turned back to the previous page and read his information:

Blood Type: AB

Height: 5′10″

Weight: 137 lbs.

Date Of Birth: unknown

Ethnicity: Korean

Hair Color: natural black, dyed brown

Fuck. This was your Taehyung. You were hyperventilating at this point. You felt like your entire world came crashing down on you. You choked back a sob. Is that what he was doing yesterday? He left you hanging to go murder someone? So that’s why Taehyung never told you about his job. This entire time you were dating a murderer. He never seemed like one. The Taehyung you knew would never kill a fly. The Taehyung you knew was the most gentle and sweetest person you ever met. The Taehyung you knew would never lie to you.

You were just assigned the job of putting your fiancé behind bars.

[jawnsjournal]

it’s been some time.

i’ve been falling asleep on the phone with scott every night. he says he doesn’t mind. i just talk about my boring life. he talks a little, too, and i’ve worked out that he’s some sort of high-profile lawyer. i feel a lot less bad about him spending money on me now - i think i’m pocket change to him, which i don’t really mind. he listens when i talk and tells me that i’m beautiful on the inside. (as for my outside, he’s only seen my hands, feet, and calves, but obviously he thinks they’re beautiful because he wants to see them every day haha.) 

it’s getting easier and easier to call him daddy now that i genuinely want to. it sucks because i love my real dad and we don’t see each other a lot but we do have a good relationship. i’m just filling another hole with scott. it’s the “no one cares about me” hole. it’s the “i left for two weeks and only two people noticed” hole. it’s the “geoff only gave me forty minutes for anything to be about me” hole. 

yeah. geoff only gave me forty minutes, and i was asleep for half of it.

it’s not his fault that he’s going through shit. it’s bad enough that he cried over a damn pop-tart. but if he missed me as bad as he said he did, and if he cares as much as he says he does, could that not have waited? i sound like a fucking asshole but he makes me feel like i don’t matter. over and over and fucking over. yeah, he came to get me at the airport when i needed him to. but goddamn, i came home for him and i honestly think i should have just called an uber. he made me feel like shit and i slept on the fucking couch after looking forward to my bed for weeks. 

i needed to cry. i really, really needed to cry. but then he did. so i had to stop, and i put everything on hold again. to think i was planning to spill my guts...

i am the worst fucking friend in the world. but i just needed something to be about me for ONCE. one fucking day. is that so hard? he hadn’t seen me in weeks. 

after geoff went in my room i wanted to call scott, but i knew geoff would hear me. i was so mad that i almost did, wanting him to hear me talking to someone else instead of him, wanting to hear me call someone “daddy,” but i decided not to. i’d already told scott that i’d talk to him the next day, and if i called scott, i just would have started crying and then geoff would have come out of my room to see what was going on and it would have been a whole big thing. plus, something tells me that scott wouldn’t like me having a guy in my apartment at eleven at night. he knows i live alone.

i like being his baby. i feel gross sometimes still, but this is a good arrangement. oh, and he agreed to pay my rent. he didn’t even ask how much it was. so that’s good.

anyway.

it was like heaven seeing geoff when my plane landed. i literally ran to hug him, and he was holding me so tight and telling me that he missed me and that he loved me. does he not get that it’s just words? does he not realize that in under an hour, i was majorly regretting coming home because of him? god, i was so angry. i haven’t been that mad in a really, really long time.

i thought that the night would be like my dream. i thought he’d want to hold me and rub my back, that at some point i’d get in the bath and he’d sit and talk to me and we could just relax and i could talk it out, cry it out. but no. no. never. i was so fucking stupid to think that, to be looking forward to him coming over. i really should have called an uber. or just driven home myself. i fell asleep on the way home in geoff’s car, but i think i could have driven if i’d had to.

so, yeah, i slept on the couch. welcome home, jawn, right?

gemma was actually happy that i was home, and i took her out to dinner the next day. picked her up from where she’s been staying at her dad’s (she didn’t say why, but i wondered if it had something to do with everything that’s been going on. i wouldn’t blame her at all if it was. she’s under a lot of stress about geoff and she keeps mentioning that her mental health isn’t great, but she won’t tell me why. i’m trying to get her to talk about other things for now so she’ll open up later. i hope it works cause she doesn’t deserve to be alone in whatever she’s going through.) and we started driving to get chinese. on the way she asked about geoff, and she was so upset that i pulled the car over and stopped, and we sat there with the radio off and talked for like ten whole minutes. both of us were crying, but it was nothing compared to how much i need to cry. i was watching ducktales of all things today and i got choked up. i’m losing it. 

gemma said a lot of the same things i’ve been thinking about geoff. that he’s been through a lot, but the world can’t stop. that he hardly even notices us anymore. to be completely honest, it sucks. but i’ve been talking to gem a lot more since this whole thing with geoff. 

i feel guilty because i said i’d talk to him on behalf of both of us, and i haven’t. i have no idea what to say. i want to tell him to go to therapy, but he already does. it’s just not helping at all. i don’t know what the next step is. 

i’m just... hitting the point where i’m worrying about myself. worrying that i might melt down in public, worrying that i might lash out at somebody i love because i’m feeling way too much. cause i am - feeling way too much. i almost just said something to gemma about scott. scott! imagine if i had. i’ve been keeping it quiet all this time, and i really almost just blurted it out. not because i want her to know but because i want someone to know about anything i’m going through. (i talk to scott, but i can’t talk to scott about scott, you know? and i don’t feel right talking to scott about geoff.)

at least people online think i’m pretty. the follower count on instagram keeps climbing because i keep posting pictures, short videos, boomerangs, close-ups of my scales... it’s all kinds of people following me. there are about to be more people following me than following the band account, which is insane. in-sane!

will mentioned in my dms that i was over 100k and joked that i wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore now that i’m famous, and i felt panic in my chest because i don’t want him to even joke about that. i told him he was the nicest person i’ve talked to in years and to please not say that ever again because it wasn’t funny. i think he thinks i’m a girl now, but he said before that he doesn’t care either way if i’m a girl or a guy. i feel bad not telling him my name, but at least i’m not making him call me wesley. will calls me j. 

whatever. i probably forgot some stuff, but i’m too tired to care. i’m calling scott again so i can go to bed. he makes me feel safe.