they always appreciated er and the fans and i always appreciated that

got7 as youtubers

jackson: the prankster
- “it’s just a prank bro!”
- has over 2 million subscribers
- always promoting his merch that usually says ‘stay healthy’ or eat ‘organically’
- replies to the comments
- gets to know his fans and even knows one so well that he remember what they ate 9 years ago, their foot size, age, and height
- pranks his girlfriend and almost ends up single every time
- daily vlogs
- always wearing a backwards hat and a black tank top
- collabs with other youtubers
- meetups

jaebum: the angry ranting cat man
- not well known on YouTube
- has at least 20,000 subscribers
- rants about the generation
- has loads of cat videos that gives him the views
- is always being flirted to in the comments
- rarely uploads
- made a YouTube after being forced to
- “I’m not your daddy wtf.”
- always has to explain that he’s happily engaged and doesn’t want any of his fans
- is an internet meme and hates it
- eats and sleeps way too much on camera
- fans are intimidated when they do see him in public

mark: the hypebeast
- millions of subscribers and views
- mainly does reviews on every Yeezy shoe ever
- “These are the exclusive custom-made Yeezys made by Jesus himself.”
- vlogs include shopping at the mall, exploring LA, and hanging out with friends
- is really shy in person
- gets discovered in public and turns into a shy potato
- meeting one fan turns into an entire meetup
- almost failed cooking videos with coco
- gets mad when people asks about everyone else but him

youngjae: the cute crafter
- has half of a million subscribers
- makes DIY videos (sometimes doesn’t go as planned)
- comments are usually always positive
- open to collaborate with anyone
- features his nieces and nephews in a lot of his videos
- “This is Youngjae channel!”
- takes video requests
- makes self-help videos just so his viewers can keep a positive mind
- likes reading his fans comments
- also uploads a few singing videos here and there
- doesn’t vlog often since he’s not good at operating a camera

bambam: the unintentional comedian
- famous because he’s a living meme that’s everywhere on social media
- doesn’t intentionally try to be funny but just is
- does a lot of stupid skits with yugyeom
- dabs constantly
- gets a lot of hate comments and doesn’t appreciate it
- gives his fans names like ‘the Dabbing Princes & Princesses’ since he’s the Dabbing King
- always eating in his videos
- ootd videos always fail because of his dorkiness
- screams
- people always comment about how extra he is with his fashion

yugyeom: the dancer
- very popular since his videos are shared globally
- collaborated with famous dancers
- adores Chris Brown and mainly mentions/plays his music
- steals fans heart with his talent
- blushes at the positive comments
- cries at the rude comments
- dances like he’s mental whenever bambam is in a video
- vlogs usually involve him acting slow at the grocery store
- still gets slapped around by his elders (Jinyoung)
- people are amazed by his height in real life
- uploads often

jinyoung: the Christian family vlogger
- your average famous family youtuber
- dresses like he’s going to church
- “I would appreciate it if you guys would stop being sexual, I’m married.”
- yells at whoever calls him ‘Jr.’, his old YouTube name, in the comments
- always showing off his wife and kids in his vlog
- does livestreams
- petty to his fans and other youtubers (yugyeom)
- open about religion
- always mention how his fans should buy his book and also start reading more
- has coffee in literally every video
- always has comments requesting him to do asmr because of his voice

NoHateAwarenessWeek: Love your content creator!

This is a post for ALL types artists and content creators, whether it’s fanart, fanfic, meta, graphics, etc.

There are so a number of these people that I personally interact with, some I’m closer friends with, some that are distant senpais, and some that I may have not even met yet (and still discovering!)–

I want to give an honorary shout out to a few of my best friends who have created some amazing content in the past and deserve a visit!  Plus they’re really cool people in general: @angellust155 (@dustys-art), @roypoptart, and @phantomkim!  Thanks for being such awesome friends.  I love you guys, you’ve been there for me through tough times and good times, and supported what I love to do.  Whatever our interests are now, I wanna say thanks for being my squad when and where it counts!  <3

And now a special thanks, in no particular order-

@erensjaegerbombs : (writer/graphics) Heidi!  You’re honestly such inspiration to so many people around you, me included.  Your writing is very gripping and passionate, whether it’s your fic or your meta, you’re so well-spoken, empathetic, and creative.  Your edits are also top-notch quality and I get excited when I see them on my dash!  You have very unique design ideas that’re both pleasant to look at and entertaining.  Jot that down with being an overall kind and fun person- you are an amazing friend that I am proud of having.  Continue doing the best you can and have fun with it, and know that you have a lot of fans and friends who encourage you!

@perfectfearsomebeauty : (writer) Amy, you’re another very close friend of mine, but that isn’t the big reason I’m directing attention to you.  While I know you are newer to posting your headcanons and fics, between our conversations, I think you have an explorative mind and one that not only thinks critically, but also creatively.  I hope you continue posting, no matter the content.  Keep being you!  There are a great deal of ideas that should see the light, but you really are worthy of being called an artist because you create.  You’re also a loyal and compassionate person, who I cherish very much.  Never give up and keep making, friend!

@writer-person : (writer) Moneé, like the name states, you are an incredibly talents writer who clearly puts a lot of thought and soul into your work.  While sometimes my schedule doesn’t permit me to read a lot of fic all at once, I’m always on the hype for what you put up.  It makes my day and you come up with interesting themes, and I love how you write the characters with such purpose.  You also speak up some good ideas and I tend to really support the headcanons you have (esp. shippy ones, oops).  But you do have a bright mind that shouldn’t go unappreciated.  Thanks for being a consistently great writer and amazing friend!

@fuku-shuu : (writer/graphics) Let me tell you your writing is one of the biggest things that inspired me to walk into the RM fandom.  Your words are so elegant and descriptive and I can really feel every emotion a character holds, and that’s huge.  I also adore your pretty and cute doodles, rare as they are.  And your clear (and sometimes funny) graphics are something I look forward to come new animations.  And meta of course should not go unnoticed!  You’re a great friend and creator of all sorts and I hope you understand and feel the appreciation on this day and more.

@daydream24-7 : (artist) Rose, the way you draw characters has a lot of expression to it, and you make it uniquely your own!  I’m a huge fan of your Mikasas, especially!  You also write well and I love your insightful input when people ask you questions.  Keep doing what you’re doing, friend!  c:

@kaschy aka @kaschy-art : (artist) We’ve only recently become friends, but I’ve known your work for longer.  Among one of my favorite Reiner and Bertholdt (and other warriors) artists, your art is hella amazing, expressive and funny (or angsty, depending on the mood lol).  You’ve always got a story to tell with each piece and I love it!  Never stop!  You’re doing so well!

@redcoaster : (artist/writer) Love them titan abs and butts!  But seriously, the way you add a sense of realism to something that is entirely fictional- it’s all very believable and holds a life of its own.  That’s what I value a lot in art and yours completely stuns me.  I hope you know how valued your work is, so the effort is well worth it.  You’re such a talent!

@alemanriq : (artist) I can always pinpoint your drawings whenever it pops up on my dash, and whether or not I’ve seen it before, it always grabs my attention.  Not to mention the lot of your humorous art brightens my day.  You’re super funny and the style is definitely you.  Hope you keep on truckin’ because what you do makes me and I’m sure a lot of people really happy!

@jaeeg : (artist) You’re a young artist but an example that no matter what age, what you create can get a person giddy or at loss for words (in the best way!)  You’re very funny, but I enjoy seeing your doodles and more fleshed out pieces!  You give me a lot of motivation when you start drawing, so thanks for that too lol!

@toruq : (artist) Another young artist that makes me smile and intrigued with each drawing made.  A definite growing talent, you’re amazing now and will be even more so!  You’re also a hilarious person!  I hope you know you are a joy as a human being and skilled as an artist!  I wanna see more always!

@kenken-chan : (artist/writer) You really are a jack of all trades- with your writing and art, you’re quite a talent!  I remember seeing your RM art when I first entered the ship fandom and knowing you ship my ships and write and draw them so well- makes my heart explode from what I see.  I’m always up for seeing and reading more, you have a gift!

@momtaku : (writer) Can you see me?  lol I hope you know that despite all that’s happened, you remain an inspiration to many meta writers in this fandom.  The blog certainly generated a lot of discussion that has been essential in the activity of this fandom and you’re a marvelous person both as such a fan and a person in general.

@aurieackerman : (graphics) Not only do you run a bunch of blogs that make the ER ship feel alive again, you also provide quality graphics and edits!  What you do is highly regarded and I’m grateful for it, as well as having the pleasure to talk to you!  Thank you!

@nakamatoo : (graphics) Another amazing graphics maker!  I love the special quotes you use that relate to the subject of the animation, it makes the entire sequence poetic and you can tell you put a lot of thought.  You are also a caring person who has talked to me throughout a variety of moods- I appreciate you dealing with me then too hahah!  Keep doing the beautiful work you do!

@freelance7 : (writer) We worked together on the SnK Artist’s Big Bang event and I was absolutely thrilled to work with such a talented writer, especially on a ship I honestly could afford to give much love to.  You write beyond well and being a witness to your process I know you are attentive to those talents.  You made a lovely story and I was proud to illustrate for it.  We make a good team!

The post is becoming long and honestly there is…so much I want to say to some many people.  Ones that I’ve never even talked to.  Ones that I’ve yet to read their stories.  Ones that I’ve yet to even meet.  I don’t think what I have to say can amount to the sheer emotion of gratitude for those who share what they love with a multitude of people.  To those aforementioned individuals- I have you on my mind.  At this point, I do still want to briefly mention others who have made that impact:

Artists: @09raito, @6161-e-ko-t-blr, @amayaokami, @apetitan, @aphin123,  @april-yoon, @ask-secretrivamika, @bev-nap, @blauerozen, @cinthmp, @constant-catastrophe, @dinklebert, @dreamxxdream, @drinkyourfuckingmilk, @elvendashears, @erenspencil, @ererichi, @erwinoutfitters, @eryen-art, @eveblum, @felixora, @hana-tox, @isabelmaqnolia, @j-witless, @kimoidane, @kiokushitaka, @krista-w-chan, @kuryusai18tokki, @kyo224, @lllannah, @lolakasa, @miawrly, @michijm, @mioko-san, @motorcyclles, @nayawata, @nerdlevi, @oeilvert, @oekaki-chan, @omy-chan01, @rejected3, @roredwarrior3, @roxe-kun, @roxoah, @shira-aot, @shynii, @sookashira, @tanekore, @varrix

Writers/Meta: @alienheartattack, @aotopmha, @amayaokami, @canon-rivamika, @corporalmizuki, @dirtylevi, @eldian-scum, @eren–gayger, @etoincognito,@falcon94ssy, @foreverautumnblog, @foxicology, @ghostmartyr, @glassesgirl0401, @guyinlovewitheremika, @fuzzyporcupine, @happymikasa, @iamthewallrose, @icecat45, @julystorms, @k-lionheart, @kyojinofbraveos, @kuchenackerman, @leapingtitan, @mongoose-bite, @perksofbeingawaifu, @snkception

Graphics: @ackermanss, @aizawashoutta, @dirtylevi, @dithe-r, @eren-eren-eren, @erenyegar, @fudayk, @fyshingekinokyojin, @immanime, @kuchenackerman, @levizs, @omeinfreund, @ravenliz, @shitpost-no-kyojin, @sookashira, @tatakaeeren, @viktvr-nikiforov, @ymiress

I most definitely forgot people, and apologies if I did, I scrapped this in a hurry but regardless you are all important in making this fandom whole!  Keep doing what you love!  So many people appreciate and thank you for it!

An open letter to Julie Andem

I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you for creating Skam and all the characters that I so quickly fell in love with. Thank you for making me feel included, appreciated and loved. Thank you for proving that mentally ill people also deserve love and respect, and showing people that our feelings are as valid as everybody else’s feelings. Thank you for reminding us about how our bodies need food, and that we deserve the best. Thank you for showing us that we shouldn’t accept sexual abuse or assault, and that there’s always someone who will listen and give advice at our darkest times. Thank you for decorating Noora’s wall with the quote “everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. be kind. always.” and showing people that true kindness is the most important thing of all. 

Thank you for proving that islam isn’t a bad religion, thank you for representing muslims as regular human beings, and making others treat muslim boys and girls with the respect they fucking deserve. Thank you for showing us the beautiful relationships between a muslim girl and a gay boy, and the acceptance, love and respect between the two of them. Thank you for showing us the beautiful friendship between Noora, Chris, Sana, Eva and Vilde. Thank you for showing that no matter how alone you feel, there’s always someone out there willing to help and be your friend.

Thank you for including the gay community and showing us that being gay in fact is okay, no matter if you like boys, girls or both. Thank you for letting us get to know Even and Isak, and for a whole season of the two of them trying to figure out their own sexualities, and how to deal with them. Thank you for showing that mental illness doesn’t need to change anything in a relationship, and that love conquers all. Thank you for introducing us to Eskild, our guru, who’s so confident about himself and his sexuality. No matter what gender you identify as, or what gender you love, you deserve love and respect. Don’t let anyone bring you down, alt er love.

Thank you for introducing us to Linn, who always made us smile, and who probably everyone related to in some extent. Thank you for showing us the love between Elias and Sana Bakkoush, and letting us witness one of the most important scenes of the whole fourth season, where Elias says he’s always got her back no matter what happens. Thank you for showing us the importance of a loving family, and for showing how including and kind they were for their friends and family. Thank you for the scene where Sana prays for everyone, and for showing us that muslims want the best for their family, their friends and everyone around. Thank you for introducing us to Jamilla, and for showing us that former friends can work things out, no matter how much they’ve hated each other in the past. Thank you for Yousef, and for showing us that you don’t need to be religious in order to be a kindhearted person, and vice versa. Thank you for giving Even the support that he deserves, and for fixing the relationship between him and his old friends. Thank you for making them so understanding, and showing that there’s always two sides of the story. Even though somebody doesn’t call or text you, it doesn’t mean they don’t think about you, and it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.

Thank you for absolutely everything, it’s been a pleasure. Skam will always have a place in my heart, no matter how cliché that sounds. Thank you Julie Andem, thank you for making these couple of years better for all of us. It really helped me through. Being bipolar I always doubted myself, I always thought there was something wrong with me in some way. I thought I was unlovable because I did stupid things, and because I had depressive and manic episodes. You, through the eyes of Even, made me realize I was wrong. Thank you for making me realize I am not alone. You made me realize that I’m just as good as everyone else. You made me realize that I deserve love and kindness, no matter how I’m feeling. I am forever grateful for everything you gave us in these couple of years. Words can’t really describe how much I truly appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and for us as Skam fans. And even though there’s been some sad parts, even if it’s been alot of drama, it always works out in the end. And you have given us the most important thing of all, hope and happiness.

Thank you, Julie Andem.

I wrote a thing inspired by the blind!Adrien AU “Blind Spots,” which belongs to @qookyquiche @laundromatic and @girlwithribbon I think? Sorry it’s not too well-developed and kind of drabbly. I’ve just been adding to it for the last few days ;)


A Beautiful Sight

It’d been immature—he knew that. But sometimes it was just too much to take and he knew that if he went home miserable and upset, Nathalie would say something to his father. Going to public school was tough, but that didn’t mean he wanted to quit. Still, some days were worse than others.

Which made being Chat Noir that much more tempting. He was abusing his power, using Plagg as a way to escape, and he knew he shouldn’t be doing it, but he hadn’t been able to sleep. Not after such a horrible day.

It’d started with the whispering. The voices hadn’t been familiar, so he hadn’t known who they were, but that hadn’t meant their words were any less hurtful. Really, he should have known better than to listen upon realizing what the topic of conversation had been. Past experience had taught him that—over and over and over again.

“If you look close enough, you can see where they photoshopped his eyes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look, that bit of blurriness right there.”

“Oh! Wow! I kind of feel like that’s cheating or something though.”

“All models get photoshopped.”

“Yeah, but he can’t even look at the camera. Too bad too—his eyes are so pretty…”

“I know! But I can’t stand to look at him in real life. It’s just… weird.”

“Cuz he never really looks at you, right?”

“Yeah. It’s unnerving. Creeps me out.”

Just thinking about it made Chat purse his lips, heels banging on the side of his brick perch. He knew he should ignore it, but that was easier said then done. He made efforts too “look” at people when they were talking, but apparently he wasn’t successful. And it was that thought process, after listening to such comments, that had ruined his afternoon shoot. He’d been so self-conscious in his attempts to follow the clicking of the camera that he’d, apparently, lost all his modeling appeal.

Something about craning his neck strangely every time he tried to “look” at the camera.

A failed endeavor, in any case. And one of the worst photoshoots he’d ever had. It was so bad that the photographer had called his father and advised they do another—to make up for his lackluster performance. No, his father hadn’t been pleased and Adrien had only felt all the worse for it.

If there was anything he hated, it was when his disability interfered with the lives of others. He tried so hard not to get in the way—to pull his own weight. But sometimes it was like life worked against him. Bad luck, maybe.

Being Chat Noir seemed fitting, in that respect.

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Battle of the Century: BigHit Vs. Kim Seokjin

I believe enough people have already said this, so I will briefly sum up this issue. Seokjin has a wonderful voice and is talented in many other areas like comedy, acting, and modeling. Many are upset that he has few singing parts i.e. lines. I could really care less how many lines he sings as long as he can shine and be important to the group, whether in singing, acting in MVs, being the visual, Eat Jin, whatever.

As someone who’s followed BTS since debut, stanned since Boy In Luv, I really feel things are blown out of proportion. The amount of hate towards this company is absolutely ridiculous, as is the amount of hate fans display towards each other.


ARMY’s always been a crazy fandom, but lately some particularly delusional opinions have been spreading like wildfire.

“we’re stanning 7 boys but for some reason one of them is being mistreated“*** The fact is that all of them have it extremely hard. By comparison, something I think is necessary in order from educated opinions, Jin’s “unfair treatment” is being pushed way out of proportion.

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(Author’s prelude: Well, here it is. This is the first piece of fan-fiction I’ve written in well over a decade, so I hope it turned out okay. Plus, I do hope I got the squid-kids involved at least mostly right. And I wish I could have actually thought of a title. But anyhow, please enjoy!)

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Whinter and Logan slowly trudged back to their team’s Spawn Point at the end of the still under-construction Hammerhead Bridge, using the grated walkway that ran above the main deck.

The Turf War battle against their rivals, Team Vitamin INK, had not gone their way. Judd, the ever-present and all-seeing cat, had ruled in Vitamin INK’s favour by 51.4% of total turf inked, compared to Team Splat Jam’s measly 36.9%. There had been two major contributing factors to Splat Jam’s loss, and their names were Whinter and Logan.

Whinter’s main weakness in their battles against Team Vitamin INK was his girlfriend - the Splat Charger-wielding captain of the squad, Clementine. Neither of them had been in a particularly battling mood that match, unless your definition of ‘battling’ was the same as Marie’s during one of the Squid Sisters’ introductions for Walleye Warehouse.

Logan’s problem, however, was different. He had been as sick as a dogfish all morning, and his sniping game was way off. His usual, chocolate-brown skin was a shade paler, and his matching brown eyes were dulled. 

He tried to suck in deep breaths of the salty sea air that blew through the bridge, occasionally pausing to swallow hard, both actions a valiant attempt to stop himself from throwing up. Unfortunately, the sea air really wasn’t helping his cause.

As the boys stepped around the last box on the ramp up to their Spawn Point, they saw the Inkling girl who was about to make their lives miserable for the next few minutes: Marian.

She stood with her Slosher on the bridge’s deck next to her feet, her arms crossed and her bright yellow eyes narrowed in a furious glare that, were it weaponised, would have sent the boys hurtling into oblivion. 

Behind and to the left of her, Vadelma stood with her Luna Blaster in her hands, her eyes closed and smiling as serenely as she always did. If she were mad at Whinter and Logan, she certainly wasn’t showing it, and that was probably because Marian had more than enough rage to dish out without her piling on.

“Well, nice knowing you, man,” Whinter whispered to Logan, rubbing his neck to try and get rid of - or at the very least, hide - the orange-tinted hickey his girlfriend’s tentacle had marked him with.

They came to a halt a few feet away from their captain, who unfolded her arms and began rubbing her hands together. She licked her lips, and looked down at the deck, as if she were contemplating where to begin.

She cleared her throat. “Okay,” she began in a disturbingly cheerful manner, “I’d just like to say by way of… ah, introductory remarks, that I’m extremely put out by the performances from the pair of you in this match.”  She started pacing back and forth slightly as she continued, “And in my… er, quest to make you both try to realise the level of my, uh, unhappiness, I’m likely to use an awful lot of what, er…" 

She stopped pacing and looked to the sky, milking her theatrical consideration for all it was worth. ”…What the media outlets of our society would describe as ‘imagery of a violent and graphic nature’.“ She turned back to face the boys and clapped her hands together with a painfully forced smile. “So I just wanted to check that neither of you would have a problem with that?”

Whinter opened his mouth to try and speak, but Marian cut him off by pointing at him and growling, “Do. Not. EVEN.” Her beak twisted into a snarl that made it look like she was about to open wide and bite his head off. The Krak-On Splat Roller boy quickly shut his mouth and shrank back from his captain’s outburst.

“Now,” Marian said after a brief, deathly silence, “Explain yourself. Would you care to tell me exactly why you and Clementine were at the same point of the map for the majority of the match? And don’t say you weren’t, because remember, I can pick you up on my map. But do, please, choose your words carefully.”

Whinter held his free hand up, whilst still rubbing the hickey on his neck with the other, and tried to give his captain a goofy smile. “Look, she’s pretty good, y'know? She had me pinned down the whole time.”

Marian kept her glare fixed on Whinter, even though she heard Vadelma snort with amusement at his phrasing.

Whinter shrugged. “I mean, I did try to get one over her-” Vadelma snorted again, “-But, y'know, with her it’s hard to take charge and be on top of the situation…”

Vadelma spluttered and covered her mouth with a hand. Marian turned her head to look back at her and simply said, “Vadelma. No.” in the same way one would speak to a misbehaving child.

Knowing she was getting nowhere with Whinter - and trying to keep her ink from boiling - Marian closed her eyes, took a deep breath, held it, and then exhaled. “Logan,” she said, addressing her E-Litre 3K-using team-mate calmly with her eyes still closed. “You’re normally a lot better than that. What was the problem today?”

When she opened her eyes, however, she got a very good idea as to what was wrong very quickly. The colour from Logan’s face had drained even more, giving him an almost deathly pallor, and his cheeks bugled. The Charger weapon he carried clattered to the deck as his hands flew to his mouth.

He dashed to the open area to the Spawn Point’s right, and gripped onto the handrail for dear life as he bowed his head over the side. Even as the wind picked up and howled through the girders of the bridge, his violent and disturbing vomiting was all too plain to hear.

The three members of Team Splat Jam who weren’t currently throwing their guts up into the ocean below looked at each other uncomfortably. “I think maybe we should be going,” Vadelma finally offered.

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After some hasty apologies to the jellyfish foreman had been made, the team retreated to Café Caldamari, the coffee shop just outside of Inkopolis Plaza that was owned by Vadelma’s family. Whinter had picked up an orange juice, Vadelma a frappe latte, and Marian a coffee so black she may as well just have gotten a cup full of raw beans.

Logan, however, was taking small sips of a large glass of Inkling-friendly water with added ice cubes. The colour had returned to his face and, though still a little wobbly, it was almost as if he hadn’t been sick at all. The glass of water was merely a courtesy - though he didn’t want to risk consuming anything stronger just yet.

“Dude,” Whinter grinned. “You so nearly hit one of those workers.”

Logan groaned and blushed in embarrassment at the spectacle he had caused. “I so did not! Shut up.”

“What was that all about?” Marian asked, after a sip of coffee.

Logan shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Vadelma as he answered. “Well, uh, Tanrine caught me before we went into the Lobby and handed me a box of cookies…”

The serene smile on Vadelma’s face wavered ever so slightly. “Ah,” was all she said, quietly.

Tanrine, the energetic Inkbrush-using member of Team Vitamin INK, had been swinging by Vadelma’s place frequently and been getting tutelage in baking. To call her ‘a work in progress’ would have been really very generous indeed.

“…Aaaand I had kinda skipped breakfast, so I figured having a few wouldn’t… well, hurt,” Logan continued, shrinking in his seat in fear of repercussion from either Marian or Vadelma.

There was a long, awkward silence.

“…She is actually getting better,” Vadelma finally said, scratching her cheek. “She only burned about… er, four batches before those ones.”

“That girl’s a menace,” Marian said abruptly. “I should contact the league and have her barred for attempting to poison fellow competitors.”

Whinter and Logan stared at their captain in horror, whilst Vadelma frowned. “That’s really not very nice of you to say that, Marian,” she said firmly. Though she respected Marian’s position as team captain and quietly harboured an affection for her, neither of those facts would ever stop her from showing her displeasure when she felt it was needed.

Marian rolled her eyes. “I was joking. I wouldn’t do such a thing,” she said flatly, though her statement was only half-true. She looked at her watch, downed the rest of her coffee and stood up. “Okay, next practice is the day after tomorrow, 10:30 sharp. See you all then.”

As she walked out, Vadelma finished her drink and also stood up. “I’d ought to go, too. I need to get freshened up for the afternoon shift. Are you okay now, Logan?”

Logan smiled a little. Vadelma always acted like a big sister to the boys and, after a day he’d had so far, he appreciated it greatly. “Yeah, thanks. Catch you later!”

Whinter nodded and smiled too. “Yeah, see ya!”

As Vadelma left them to their drinks, Logan fished his iSquid from his pocket. “Oh hey, I forgot to yell ya. I got those tickets to the Rainmaker quarter-finals on Wednesday night. You still down?”

“Oh, heck yeah!” Whinter grinned. The grin melted into a frown, however, when Logan cleared his throat loudly. “Oh, dude, you’re not gonna spew again, are ya?”

Logan shook his head and took a long sip of water. “Nah, I’m good. Just… that really rotten taste in your mouth afterwards. Y'know?”

He sighed and rotated the glass on the tabletop with his fingertips. The whole thing with the cookies had left him feeling rotten emotionally as well as physically. Though the results of her baking could legally be defined as chemical weaponry, deep down he genuinely appreciated Tanrine making the effort and thinking of him as she learned the craft.

The incident earlier, however, had spooked him. Most of the time, the cookies were just plain awful, but he always forced a smile and pretended to enjoy them. Until today, however, they had never made him violently ill. 

A small part of him felt like he should say something to her about it. But that small part was drowned by the overwhelming worry of upsetting her, and of possibly even ruining their friendship. 

The massive crush he had on her didn’t help matters at all.

Tanrine was the kind of squid-kid who always wore her heart on her sleeve. He remembered the time when she had broken her Inkbrush and he happened to be passing by. She was crying as if a close relative had passed away, she watched in awe as he diligently tinkered away in repairing it, and she celebrated like it was her birthday when he presented it, as good as new, back to her.

Then she had kissed him on the cheek and ran off in delight, not realising in the process that she had marked his heart as a target for Cupid’s arrow.

The long, strained groaning sound he made clued his team-mate into his dilemma. “Couldn’t you think of something to say to her to, I dunno, just get her to ease off giving you cookies for a little while?” Whinter asked.

Logan pulled the Camo Mesh Cap off in frustration, and scratched his head with the peak. Whinter’s suggestion seemed like one of the least-worst options, but he still didn’t like it. “I… maybe? I-I dunno. What could I say?”

Whinter spotted a flash of olive green outside the café’s window. As the bell above the door jingled, he leaned towards Logan with a gritted beak. “Dunno, but you might wanna think of something quick,” he whispered. “We got incoming.”

Logan’s brow furrowed as he put his cap back into place. “What do you mean, inco-”

“HEEEEEEEEEEY, LOGAN!” Tanrine’s voice called out over the general bustle of the coffee shop, as she skipped towards them with a big smile on her face. “Oh, hiya Whinter! What’s up?”

“Nothin’ much, Tanrine!” Whinter grinned. “You?”

“Nah, just havin’ a wander around,” she replied, and then added with complete innocence in her voice, “The cap'n told me she’s expectin’ a rematch with you tonight.”

Whinter laughed nervously and scratched his cheek. When it came to shipping and relationships, Tanrine was the yang to her cousin Daisy's yin. Luckily, she then decided to spare him any further embarrassment and turned to Logan.

“So, how were the cookies? Did you eat them all?” she asked, expectantly.

“Uh, y-yeah, thanks for those!” Logan smiled, trying to keep the panic out his voice as it cracked like it always did in her presence. “I-I, uh, uh, didn’t eat them all, though. Um…”

Tanrine’s smile disappeared and she tilted her head quizzically. “Oh… did… did you not like them? W-were they… not…”

Logan’s brain screamed with panic as his worst fears seemed to become reality. His friendship, his crush on her were about to be ruined for the rest of time, and he wished that someone or something would reach down and pull him out of the proverbial hole he was in. “Oh! Oh, n-no, they, they, they were great! I-It’s just… I, uh… I, uh…”

“He’s on a diet,” Whinter said casually, and the proverbial hole dropped another six feet.

Tanrine blinked in surprise. “Oh! Really?”

Seeing no way out other than to just roll with it, Logan nodded nervously. “Uh, y-yeah. I-I didn’t want t-to say, y'know, since you’d, y'know, gone to all that trouble to, y'know, make them and stuff…”

The big smile reappeared on Tanrine’s face. “Aw, that’s okay!” she giggled. “Thanks for letting me know! And I guess it makes sense, you sniper guys are always hanging around places instead of running around the battlefields and stuff. You mustn’t get a lot of exercise, huh?”

“…Um, y-yeah, something like that,” Logan replied. He knew he was a bit of a lazy squid-kid by nature, but to have it pointed out so casually by another person made him uncomfortable - almost to the point of beginning to wonder whether or not he really should go on a diet.

Almost.

“Though, I dunno,” Tanrine thought to herself. “I kinda like how cuddly you look right now.”

It was only when she saw Whinter’s exaggerated blink, and Logan pulling his cap down over his eyes while his cheeks flushed cobalt blue, did she realise that she hadn’t so much thought that as said it out loud for all to hear.

Her eyes widened in shock, whilst her jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed with heat and embarrassment. “Uhhhhhhh…” she croaked. “Anyway! Gotta go! I need to, uh… I need to… iron… my… my… uhhhh… grandmother… and things!”

With that, she took off out of the shop like she had been launched from an Inkzooka. Once she was most definitely out of sight, Logan punched his team-mate in the arm. “Jerk,” he grumbled.

“Ow!” Whinter protested. “What was that for?!”

“Dude!” Logan retorted. “Why the heck did you blurt out that I was on a diet?!”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, right! You seriously telling me you had something better in mind?”

“No, but that’s not the point! What if she sees me one day when I’m, like, cramming a burger in my face?!”

Whinter looked up to the ceiling, his eyes slowly narrowing as he thought. As he did so, Logan could almost hear horrible grinding noises as his brain ticked over. After a few moments he said, “Protein.”

Incredulity and confusion met in a head-on collision on Logan’s face. “'Protein’? W-Wha…?”

“Yeah, protein!” Whinter grinned winningly. “You could tell her you’re gaining weight so you can bulk up! Chicks dig swole guys, don'tcha know!”

The only response Logan felt he could make to that was to take off his cap again and head-butt the table in exasperation.

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Daisy read back over the last few sentences she had typed and wondered if she had over-exaggerated the length and girth of Taloupe’s eleventh tentacle. She was forced to go off of guesswork since her unhelpful gamer nerd of a team-mate, Cosmo, had dodged her questions about his boyfriend’s endowment by using a cunning tactic of completely ignoring them.

After a few minutes of re-reading, Daisy decided to leave that segment in. Given the Taloupe of her current story was an über-muscled barbarian with a penchant for loincloths that were skimpy even by loincloth standards, dangerously rushing at Charger users head-on and tossing Cosmo around like a rag-doll when they were in the sack, she figured that her little touch of artistic licence wouldn’t take her legion of faithful readers out of the story too much.

She was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar in Vadelma’s kitchen, swinging her legs as she tapped away at the keyboard on her phone’s touchscreen. Since she had finally remembered to get the new software update, she was now able to store her fan-fiction works in progress in The Reef, allowing her to work on them either at home or on the go.

She found it made her creative juices flow freer than ever, a sentence she was trying (and mostly failing) not to snicker at as it ran through her head.

Her cousin Tanrine, meanwhile, sighed and scooted herself back on the marble worktop next to the oven again, since both it and her shorts didn’t provide much grip against one another.

“So, Logan’s on a diet, huh?” Vadelma asked as she squatted in front of the glass window of the oven, checking on the strawberry cake that baked inside. Her usual smile was pulling double duty as a poker face, as she made a mental note to give Whinter and Logan a piece of her mind tomorrow for misleading the poor girl.

“Yeah,” Tanrine sighed again. “I guess that’s a good thing, though. I suck at baking, anyway.”

“Oh, now that’s not true,” Vadelma replied as she stood up.

Tanrine looked at her with a frown. “No, I do suck! I mean, I’ve nearly set fire to your kitchen, like, sixteen times!”

The number was more like twenty-three, but Vadelma didn’t want to correct her. “Oh… well, surely there must be something else you could turn your hand to?”

Tanrine mumbled something noncommittal and unzipped the breast pocket of her Olive Ski Jacket. She rummaged around inside the pocket, and then pulled out a square-stitched keychain of two different colours.

“What’s that?” Vadelma asked.

Tanrine looked up at her. “Huh? This?” She looked back down at the keychain with a fond smile. “Oh, it’s a boondoggle I made when I was a counsellor at Camp Triggerfish that one summer. I found it in the bottom of my wardrobe when I was having a clear-out.”

She offered it to Vadelma, who took it and turned it over in her hands. “Wow, Tanrine, this is lovely! The colours are really fetching!”

“You think so?” Tanrine replied, perking up. “Gosh, thanks!”

“Y'know,” Daisy said absently whilst still pecking away at her phone’s screen, “If you wanna give Logan stuff, maybe you should try making something like that for him instead of baking cookies. It’d last longer.”

Her cousin’s eyes lit up as an idea popped into her head. She hopped down from the kitchen counter and headed for the door. “Thanks, Daisy!” she called over her shoulder.

Daisy looked up from her phone and grinned. “Go get him, Tannie!”

As she heard the door shut, Vadelma looked at Daisy. “Wow, that was a very good idea, Daisy! I never imagined you could be so…”

“So what? Sentimental?” Daisy replied, and then dramatically raised her arm to press the back of her hand against her forehead. “Oh Vadelma, you wound me! Just 'cos I’m all about the booty, that doesn’t mean I can’t be romantic?”

Vadelma laughed. “I stand corrected. How’s the story coming along?”

Daisy leaned over the table to hand Vadelma her phone. “Just finished the best part!”

Vadelma read the paragraph on the screen, frowned, and read it again. After a few moments, she tilted her head. “Ah, I can’t claim to be an expert on boys, but… are they able to do that?”

Daisy’s grin doubled in width and quadrupled in perversion. “Does it matter?”

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It was the day after tomorrow, and outside of Inkopolis Tower, the two large speakers either side of the ramp leading up to the Lobby pumped out their usual music loop. Leaning against the mailbox on the opposite side of the concrete wall, Logan could feel the vibrations in the metal from the loud bass behind him. At the opposite side of the wall’s opening, Judd snored away atop his velvet cushion.

Logan shook his head. He could never wrap his head around how that critter could just sleep through the music that filled the plaza. Then again, he’d read about these strange 'cats’ and their reputation of laziness. You could probably either drop an Inkstrike next to Judd, or even fire off a Killer Wail point-blank at him, and he still wouldn’t stir. (Splatfests, however, were another matter.)

He felt a smaller vibration against his body. He had received a message on his iSquid, but the speakers had drowned out the chime. Picking up his E-Litre, he moved away from the wall to the space between the entrances of Cooler Heads and Ammo Knights, and with his other hand pulled out his smartphone.

The lock screen showed that the message had come from Marian. He swiped on the screen to jump straight into the app, and he sighed at what he had been sent. Man, he thought, and I actually got here on time for once…

“PRACTICE CANCELLED,” it read. “WHINTER UNABLE TO ATTEND DUE TO HIS MOTHER BEING ILL. WILL RE-SCHEDULE FOR ANOTHER TIME.”

Switching apps from Messages to Phone, Logan wished Marian would learn that the caps lock on the keyboard could be toggled on and off. But then again, he figured, it was Marian - she had to make her point somehow.

As he started walking towards the other end of the plaza so he could hear the call better, he brought up Whinter’s home number from his contacts and dialled him.

After a few rings, the receiver on the other end picked up. For a short while, there was the sound of fumbling and the muffled voice of a young girl muttering as she struggled with the device.

Logan chuckled quietly to himself. It was Whinter’s little sister, Cloud, who was trying to answer the phone. She was in that age in an Inkling’s life where her body hovered awkwardly between 'kid’ and 'squid’, but not with enough 'kid’ attributes - like fingers and thumbs - to be able to hold onto things with any sort of ease.

“Hel-” the girl started, and then came more sounds of the phone being fumbled. The little voice came back on the line after a few seconds, sounding even more frustrated. “Hello?”

“Hey, Cloud! It’s Logan! Is your brother there?”

“Oh! Hiya, Logan! Yeah, he’s here. Let me get him for ya.”

He heard her take a deep breath before she hollered at the top of her voice, “BIG BROTHEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!” He flinched and pulled the phone away from his ear - Cloud had yelled down the receiver just as much as she had for her sibling.

“Dang,” Logan muttered to himself. When he put the phone back to his ear, he could hear Whinter approaching.

“Cloud!” Whinter said. "Don’t shout, Mom’s sleeping!“

“Oops! Sorry!” Cloud replied, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Logan wants to talk to you.”

“…Why are you whispering?”

“Because Momma’s sleeping! You said so yourself!”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to whisp- aw, forget it. Thanks, sis.” There was a rattle as he took the receiver from Cloud. “Hey, man.”

“Hey there,” Logan said. “Sorry to hear about your mom, she all right?”

“Yeah, nothing too serious. She’s just having one of her off days, y'know?” He then sighed. “Sorry, I gotta bail on you tonight. Mom said she’d be fine enough to look after Cloud later, but with my brothers out of town and all that junk… I dunno, just don’t wanna risk it, y'know?”

Logan nodded. “Dude, it’s cool. I can cancel the tickets easy enough.”

“What? No! Why the heck shouldn’t you go just 'cos I can’t? Couldn’t you get someone to go with you in my place?”

Logan took off his cap and scratched his head. “Yeah, I guess, but who am I gonna ask?”

Whinter snickered. “You could always ask Tanrine, see if she’s game…”

Logan blushed. “Wha-? Dude!”

Whinter’s snickering turned into a full-blown giggle. “Yo, you could totally make a date of it and take her out to dinner, too!”

“Aw, come on, man!” Logan protested. “I can’t ask Tanrine! I don’t think she’d-”

“Can’t ask me what?” Tanrine asked from behind him.

“GAAAH!” Logan shrieked, practically Super Jumping from fright. For someone as energetic and boisterous as she was, she was disturbingly capable of sneaking up on people sometimes.

Trying to compose himself, Logan turned his attention back to his team-mate. “Uh, gotta go! Tell your mom I hope she’s better soon!”

Whinter was now cackling like a madman on the other end of the line. “Yeah, will do! Catch ya later!” He then whispered, “Good luck to ya, buddy,” and hung up.

“Hey, I made you something!” Tanrine smiled, her braces shining brightly on her broad beak, as she dug her hand into the pocket of her ski jacket. Putting his phone away, Logan began to get even more nervous until Tanrine produced her gift for him.

It was a keychain, but instead of the boondoggles she had made at Camp Triggerfish, it was a small Inkling plushie made from felt. Looking closer at its dark colouring, Logan quickly made out that the plushie was of himself.

“I think I made him a little too small to get all the camouflage on,” she explained, starting to blush slightly. “But I thought he’d be handy for your Charger, so everyone would know it was yours.”

She reached forward and clipped the plushie Logan keychain onto the hook underneath the E-Litre’s trigger guard. Her smile became a little more shy as she continued, “I… I was kinda hoping that… y'know, he might be a good luck charm for you…”

Logan looked down at his tiny, arts-and-crafts avatar and then up at Tanrine, who was looking away from him and blushing a little more. After she had done that for him, the best he could do was to swallow his pride, take a deep breath, cross all of his free fingers and ask her a question.

“Um… hey, T-Tanrine, I was wondering… do… do you have any plans for tonight?”

The orange Inkling girl’s eyes slowly rolled to look back at him. “…Uh, no…?”

“Oh, i-it’s just I have some tickets… uh, me and Whinter were going to go to the Major League Inking’s Rainmaker quarter-finals at Nautilus Stadium, b-but he had to drop out 'cos his mom’s ill…”

“Oh my gosh!” Tanrine interrupted, her hands flying to her mouth. “I should call him, I hope she’s okay…”

“…So I, uh, was wondering if… if y-you’d like to come with me?”

In the studio overlooking the plaza, Callie and Marie were sitting at their table away from the cameras, like they always did between Inkopolis News broadcasts. Marie was leaning back in her chair, her hand cupped around her chin and cheek as she tried her best to look interested in the story her cousin was telling her.

“So… so I told Moe,” Callie giggled, tapping her index finger on the table to punctuate her words, “I told him, 'Yo, ya little shrimp, you can’t go mouthing off when you’re small enough to fit between two slices of bread’!” She paused as she snorted in amusement. “And then, and then, you know what that small fry said? He said -”

“HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHH?!” Tanrine’s cry roared throughout Inkopolis Plaza, its volume almost rattling the large pane of glass that ran the length of the studio.

The Squid Sisters looked at each other in confusion, and then shifted in their chairs to look out of the window, hoping to see who had decided to show off their imitation of Godzilla. After a few moments, Marie sat back in her chair and asked Callie in a flat tone of voice, “I’m guessing that’s not what he said?”

With his eyes shut tight - a reflex action to Tanrine’s outburst - Logan stuck his finger in his ear and waggled it around briefly, trying to restore his hearing. 

“…I-if you weren’t busy, that’s all,” he smiled awkwardly. He opened his eyes to see her wide-eyed and even wider-mouthed in shock at the question he had put to her.

She wasn’t moving, and didn’t even blink. “…Um. Tanrine?” he asked, waving his hand in front of her eyes, with no response. Oh, Great Zapfish, he thought to himself, I think I’ve broken her.

Her cheeks were now almost burning orange, and he was a little scared that she was about to explode into ink at any second. Finally, her jaw retracted back into place and slowly she tried to form words. ”…Y-you… you want…“

Her brain then took a moment to reboot properly, and she blinked a few times. “I-I’d love to!” she said, with a massive smile on her face. “That sounds great, Logan!”

Logan’s smile widened too, although it wouldn’t be until much later when he would realise that the nervous stammer that usually came with talking to her had all but disappeared with what he said next.

"Great! The event doesn’t start 'til about 7:30, but I thought… if we met at the station at around about five… it doesn’t take all that long to get to the stadium by train, so I thought maybe we could… we could grab a bite to eat beforehand? I know of a burger place nearby that’s really legit.”

“Okay, yeah! That sounds great!” she beamed, before something clicked in her brain. “Wait a sec. I thought you were on a diet?”

Logan fought hard not to cringe at his little screw-up, but luckily his newfound (yet still unnoticed) confidence helped him cover his mistake. “Oh, well, kinda. I’m doing a bit of protein intake,” he said, flexing his arms a little. “Thought I might try building my body up a touch, y'know?”

Tanrine’s eyes glazed over again as her imagination offered up a little mental picture. Had Daisy been there (and had the power to read minds), she would have been proud of her cousin for being so quick on the draw.

Realising she was spacing out, Tanrine’s brain quickly filed the image away for a closer and more detailed study later. “Oh!” she said, her voice squeaking. She cleared her throat quickly and added, “Okay, then! Um, well, see you at five, then!”

With that, she started to skip off towards home. As he watched her go, reality began to sink in for Logan, and his head spun with realisation. That just happened. He’d done it. He’d asked the girl he had such a crush on out for the evening.

He had asked. Tanrine. Out. His mind began to race with possibility.

Within moments, he was imagining himself working alongside Sheldon in Ammo Knights. But just as his wife and three children were entering the store, reality decided to rudely butt in - and it used the very girl he was fantasising about to do so.

“Just a moment there, mister!” Tanrine said, snapping him out of his reverie. He hadn’t even noticed her standing right in front of him again until she had spoken. “Is… is what we’re doing tonight… a-are we going out on a date?!”

It was now the turn of Logan’s brain to crash and reboot itself. After a few moments of stammering incoherently, he finally said, “Uh… I… I guess we are…?” He then nodded as he got to grasps with the concept. “Y-yeah! I guess we are! I-if, y'know, that’s okay with you…”

“Oh, HECK YEAH!” Tanrine whooped, leaping into Logan’s arms. Her arms flew around his head so quick as to knock his hat clean off, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He reflexively caught her, his left hand pressing gently into the small of her back, whilst his right arm scooped up under her thighs.

He panicked for a second, thinking his right hand had brushed against her rear as his arm moved to support her - but if it did, she hadn’t noticed. Time seemed to slow to a crawl for him. He wanted to stay in this moment with Tanrine forever.

Just as soon as she had leapt into his arms, though, she jumped back down. “Snap!” she cried. “I’d better get going!” She took off at speed, waving furiously and shouting back to him, “I’ll see you later! Station o'clock at the train five!”

After a few seconds, she was nowhere to be seen in the plaza, but her giggling still carried in the air. It made Logan feel all warm inside hearing it. After bending down to pick up his cap, he slung the E-Litre over his shoulder, its new plushie keychain swinging, and made his way out of the plaza.

As he walked home, his imagination continued showing him his beautiful wife Tanrine kissing him in Ammo Knights, whilst the children played at their feet.

THE END

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Written and submitted by @killer-pail

Original art and characters created by @tamarinfrog

Tammy’s comments: Oh my GOSH this was so adorable. And you wrote the characters so nicely! Perfect for Valentine! Thank you! <3

anonymous asked:

(connor and troye dont know each other au) connor's friends take him to one of troyes concerts. they meet.

I combined this with “tronnor twitter flirting” so i hope it turned out okay. Thank you anon(s) for the prompts!

Songs Mentioned: Bite (Troye Sivan)
Word Count: 1605

  Sitting in hard, plastic chairs surrounded by a large mass of people wasn’t Connor’s preferred way of spending a Friday night. The atmosphere was almost foreign to him; people tapping their toes and shouting over the loud music the DJ was playing, with the small house set up on stage. Workers walked around with tour T-Shirts slung over their shoulders, attempting to sell some to people in the seats. He was overwhelmed.

  Connor didn’t know what he had agreed to, in all honesty. He briefly remembered Kian rambling on about Troye Sivan, one of his favorite musicians and asking if Connor wanted to tag along with himself and a few other friends. Of course, Connor had heard of Troye. He essentially couldn’t, with the constant photoshoots in magazines and special interviews on television featuring album details and the typical new hookup, which he dismisses as “You’ll never know, just you wait”. His performances at award shows were always unique in only a way Troye could understand, which had clearly created the buzz and excitement in the air for tonight.

  “‘You excited?” asked Ricky, one of Kian’s friends. He sat beside Connor and gripped the arms of the seats so hard it turned his knuckles white. He tapped his feet upon the concrete steps and faced Connor with a bright smile on his face. Was this concert really such a big deal to him?

  “I mean, it ought to be good. It’s just that I’ve never really felt that ‘connection’ everyone says they experience with this guy, whether it’s Troye himself or the song lyrics. I don’t know,” Connor honestly replied. He suppressed a small, embarrassed smile to Ricky before ducking his head .

  “Well, we’ll see if your opinion changes at all tonight once you see him live.” Connor could only nod before returning to Twitter.

  “@troyesivan guysssss im so fucking nervous right now AHHHH california be nice to me tonight

  Connor smirked to himself before continuing to scroll down his timeline. He stumbled across the occasional replies to one of his tweets about seeing Troye tonight, which all consisted of “you’re so lucky” and “don’t get too wild con”.

  When he saw there were more people active, he scrolled up and quickly scanned over a few new tweets. One special one caught his eye, though.

  “@troyesivan but i mean seeing boys in green denim jackets too preoccupied in their phones to see me flirtatiously staring at them makes it somewhat better!!!

  Connor felt a lump in his stomach and knew his cheeks were beginning to adorn a flushed blush. His heart immediately began racing and he could feel the sweat forming on his face. It couldn’t be him, right? Plenty of other people close to the stage  are possibly wearing green demin jackets and are on their phones. Nothing made him stood out; he looked like any other person here, except a little bit less enthusiastic.

  Connor finally faced his fears and glanced up. His eyes darted around the outside arena, to the stage with the DJ playing music and trees surrounding the area. All he saw were large groups of people with drinks already in their hands, excitedly walking around the platform. Connor sighed and slumped down into his seat. He didn’t even care about this guy. Connor shouldn’t be getting upset.

   ”@troyesivan i see you looking for me;)“

  He stood confidently, dropping his phone onto Ricky’s lap, who currently looked confused at Connor’s outburst. He stared every section he saw down twice and when he finally spotted the boy, he just looked. He watched Troye, who was staring just as intensely at Connor. Finally, he raised a hand and dropped a not so subtle wink and walked away, purposely swinging his hips a bit more than usual.

  He sat back down after taking back his phone, a lovesick smile taking over his face. He knew he was blushing furiously, no doubt about it. Connor still watched in a daze at the spot the event had taken place at. He felt Ricky tap his shoulder, and everyone else he came with looked over with the same curious expressions written on their faces. Connor looked at Kian, ignoring Ricky’s request, and shook his head as if saying “no”. He didn’t fight the rejection and sat back in his seat along with the others and picked up the conversation that had been previously flowing.

  As soon as the lights on the overhead roof dimmed low and bright lights shone upon the stage while the music stopped, the screams started. Everyone stopped speaking and cried, cheered, made any type of noise they could in appreciation and eagerness. They all stood up, along with Connor, and joined the commotion.

  Suddenly, Troye walked onto the stage waving his hands frantically, looking proud. His brown curls flopped over his head, creating the young look he carried. His loose tank top fluttered in the wind, opposite his black skinny jeans that clung onto his frail legs. And then those eyes. The bright blue eyes filled with amazement as he stared at Connor. Most of the people around him thought it was for them and they started screaming at Troye, but Connor knew it was for himself. He had to admit he even felt a bit disappointed when Troye looked away to address the crowd.

  “Wow, thank you all for being here, Los Angeles! You all are always insane whenever I play here, I honestly appreciate it so much,” he let the crowd chant for a while before continuing. “Alright, shall we get started?”

  The music for Bite began playing, and once Troye started singing Connor realized that his opinion on this boy who he thought was overrated completely changed. He was so into the music, the lyrics, the song, that made it feel so real.

 “Kiss me on the mouth and set me free, but please don’t bite.”

  Troye looked deep into Connor’s eyes, and although the two had never spoken a word, they both could tell they were as equally infatuated with each other.

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  Connor walked into the almost unknown coffee shop near his apartment building and told the cater his order. He rubbed his eyes and slumped against the glass case filled with pastries and glanced around the small room. Pink tiles were placed upon the upper section of the wall, the bottom portion filled with white paint. Rickety old sets of wooden tables and chairs were scattered throughout the room. The funny thing is, Connor felt comforted here. Something about how unique and uncommon it was made him appreciate it that much more.

  The door creaked as someone entered, but Connor was too tired to care. He slapped his hand on his face and walked to the side to meet the cater who handed him his coffee. They slipped off towards the opposite way and spoke, “How can I help you…er, Troye?”

  Connor whipped his head around immediately and stared wide eyed at the boy who had been openly flirting with him the previous night. Feeling someone’s eyes, he turned around and had almost the same reaction as Connor, although he collected himself after a few moments. He told his order while looking at him, causing Connor to blush.

  “What’re you doing here in this abandoned coffee shop, pretty boy?”

  “I’d like to ask you the same thing,” Connor confidently replied. Troye grinned and took his coffee from the worker, following by grabbing Connor’s hand and leading him over to one of the tables. He blushed even further, if it was even possible, and tried to fight the bubbly feeling in the bottom of his stomach.

  Connor took his seat and looked at Troye shyly, awaiting an answer. Instead, Troye looked at him while slowly sipping his coffee. He set it down afterwards and asked, “Do you wanna go out sometime?”

   Connor, who had just raised his hand from his lap to pick up his cup, set it back down on the table and shockingly stared at the boy with an open mouth. “You- what?”

  “I mean, I would have figured you would have caught on from last night, but yeah.” Troye smoothly replied to Connor and shot him a happy smile. Overall, he seemed interested. His hands fiddled together in his lap and his bright blue eyes seemed to light up once he saw Connor’s reaction.

  “What makes me different from any of your one night stands?” He asked once he was alright. Connor didn’t mean it in a rude way; this boy had more hookups than bobby pins laying on around in someone’s home. What had made him so special?

   "You stood out to me. Most of the time I’m drunk as hell, and just want someone to fill that spot of what I have always wanted; a relationship. You didn’t seem like an overly obsessive fan, if you even are one. You’re intriguing.“

  Connor closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was so much at one time, was he ready for this?

  "Yes. I will, on one condition.”

   "Which is?“ Troye questioned, eyebrows furrowed together.

  "You know my name,” Connor said, and chuckled. Troye laughed, and he chimed in, and soon they were a bunch of normal people sitting in a coffee shop enjoying their presence.

   "Hello, I’m Troye.“

   "Hi, I’m Connor.”

  And when Connor got home later in the afternoon with a cheeky smile on his face, he went on twitter and realized that there was a few important tweets he hadn’t replied to from last night.

  “@connorfranta youre right. i was looking for you. and im glad i was”