#I also rlly like the laughing one in the second image…. that one… is cute as hell

[pepperpixel]

Wanted to try drawing Simon in a diff style! Cuz I feel like.. so far I’ve been using this sorta amalgamation of adventure time style and my own.. (aka I’m drawing adventure style but w extra details and my shitty sketchy line work lol) which! Is fine! I actually think that looks ok! but! In the last picture I drew I totally didn’t even try doing adventure time style. It was just my own. BUT! I didn’t actually… put any thought into. What he would actually LOOK like??? Like what features he should have? I just translated his design straight into my style. W the super round face and stuff…. But! That’s just the freakin style of adventure time!! and I realized it ended up looking weird. So! I wanted to experiment more! W drawing him in my own style. In a way I like! And I actually think these turned out really good!!! Like I’m really happy w them! Which is! Awesome!!

[neekoo]

i only want to be with you , hiyori tomoe

♡ — note ; sorry i’m ngl i don’t rlly like this.. this is kidn of bad and dramatic… a bit ooc i think :3 and sorry if there’s mistakes btw i was half asleep when i wrote this

warnings ; fluff to slight angst(?) if u squint, fake relationship

you remember the first time when hiyori asked you for a favour, a favour you never expected.

it’s been days, weeks, months ever since you started to “date” hiyori

but why you? was a burning question that never got answered. you weren’t the most beloved neither were you notorious, you and hiyori were polar opposites. he is bright, fun, warm as if he was a sun. in contrast you were quiet, reserved, kept to yourself.

ever since you needed to keep up with the act of dating hiyori has been hell and also amusing, “hell” being that hiyori almost always brings you to shopping sprees. hours and hours of walking all over the mall felt like years and years of aimlessly going in circles, even worse you have to carry his many bags of purchased items that could be stuffed with every single item in each and every store. at that point your legs were literally killing you, all you could think about was until you got home to finally rest.

“fake dating hiyori is quite burdensome…” you thought to yourself, you were almost at your limit when hiyori told you,

“let’s go to oneeee more store! i promise there will be something amazing just for you!”

you heaved out a sigh, you felt like a parent following your child as he explores every crook and crevice of the mall. if you looked more closely you swore you could see a bright sun and clouds floating above hiyori’s head while you had dull rainy clouds, funnily enough almost matching the impressions of both of you. you continued to sulk as you followed hiyori’s lead, going inside a small shop filled with tiny charms, jewellery and keychains. you were in your own world as hiyori suddenly came up to you holding two keychains, one black cat and one white cat. he started to gently shake it as light bell sounds started to chime from the bell collars both keychains had.

“let’s get these, they’re matching” he brightly told you while grinning ear to ear.

it was the very first times your feelings started to blossom, he was cute in a sense. despite being all gloomy minutes ago. you nodded at him, the more you imaged his grin getting engraved in your mind, the more you start to curl your lips slighty, his grin being contagious.

after purchasing the keychains, it was the end of the day already. the sun was setting slowly and before you were going to pass hiyori all his bags he took the keychains and showed it to you.

“which one do you want?” he asked.

you took a few seconds hesitating and randomly picking one, which just so happens to be the black cat. you saw hiyori eyes light up a little, like how a birthday candle would start flickering with tiny flames, then blowing off. he suddenly took the millions of shopping bags from you and before he made his departure,

“i wanted you to choose the black one” he cheekily said as turned to face you, meters away from you before he scurried away. you took a few seconds to process,

“what was that?” you said to yourself, in astonishment.

you started to hold in a chuckle, you cannot help but start to laugh more. maybe being with hiyori was not so bad.

when you got back home and showered and changed. keeping and organising everything, you saw the keychain. you held onto it, remembering the small but significant interaction you had, it stuck to you because it made your day, it felt special, you felt hiyori did not just choose it out of the blue and it was carefully and personally picked. you found yourself smiling at the keychain and stopped out of embarrassment, remembering that it’s just fake dating, maybe you should not let yourself dive in too deep. you quickly attached the keychain to your school bag and went to bed straight away. you didn’t need to think about something that brought you a wave of emotions instantly.

but even when you were trying to distract and block out your thoughts, you could not stop thinking about him just because a short sentence he said and a keychain he gave.

the next day when you were walking to school alone, enjoying the peace and quiet until you heard footsteps running behind you, much to your dismay (or pleasure) hiyori caught up to you, greeting you and trying to make small talk with you. you noticed the keychain he bought yesterday, attached to his bag, around the same place as you attached it too. you started to feel warm but ignored it and reminding yourself “it’s not real”.

“why are you suddenly all so clingy now, aren’t we faking our relationship?” you asked trying to sound firm but you made it sound more timid.

“aw why are you suddenly so cold now? don’t think i never noticed how your eyes widened when i showed you the keychains!”

you didn’t even notice you reacted so evidently when hiyori showed you the keychains, how observant isn’t he?

you ignored his response and mumbled under your breath “you’re funny”

although you never expected this to happen, you started to enjoy being around hiyori and allowed yourself to get closer to him. but you made sure to keep reminding yourself that you guys are fake dating not in a relationship, the most that will happen is being close friends you thought, just to help shield away from actually letting your feelings feed into your daydreams.

“why did you want me to choose the black cat for our keychains?” you suddenly asked hiyori when you were hanging out with him in a cafe.

he stopped for a second and then looked at you “because you remind me of a black cat (name).” he cheerfully said patting your head. you started to feel bashful and looked away as he kept going on and on about his claim, making you feel even more embarrassed.

which was one of the many reason you started to fall harder and harder for him. you liked his company, it felt comforting.

it’s been months since you both have been keeping up the fake relationship, you felt like both of your relationships were flourishing until something happened.

hiyori asked you to meet him at an area, a quiet street, the environment was serene, trees decorated with white jasmine flowers, rose bushes around you were present, it made it more pleasant, no one was around, only you and hiyori.

you saw him waiting near one of the trees and you ran up to him, curious to what was going to happen.

he started to speak, he looked more glum than happy which concerned you a bit. “i’ve been needing to tell you this but i haven’t found the right time, but i think now is the right timing.”

you hold your breath as you predicted what was going to happen.

“since we’ve been holding a fake relationship for months…”

you exactly knew it was about this relationship going on, you cannot help but feel a little heartbroken, you were overthinking things.

“i have to leave the city, for a few reasons regarding to my family”

there was a long silence before he continued,

“we’ve spent a lot of time together and you’re really fun to be around but i think we should end the relationship, i don’t know if you want it to be an actual relationship which i want but i’m not sure if you feel the same,” he started to babble and all you picked up was “end the relationship” and “want an actual relationship”. you stay rooted to the ground eyes widening in surprise and he continued to speak, suddenly stopping and then saying “i’m sorry for giving trouble by asking to fake relationships, you can leave if you want. i know you probably don’t like me” both of you were standing in front of each other, seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours when you were with hiyori, you were still in your train of thoughts he was starting walk away consumed by his own sadness.

the sun started to set as the sky oddly turned to a pinkish red hue, the colour tinted onto hiyori. it was then you were snapped back to reality and before he was out your reach you held onto the sleeve of his shirt, bringing you closer to him

“but i only want to be with you…”

you stared down at your feet starting to feel more timid as you softly whisper.

[lately-youvebeenonmymind]

Oh, Baby - A.I.

In which sub!y/n forgets her place in the bedroom.

hey guys this is like the first smut I've ever written and the first time I've written in years soooo it’s probs shitty but I hope it’s not!! Also not me using puppy self indulgently bc no one ever uses it....... haha........

WARNINGS: face slapping, heavy degradation, not rlly petplay (maybe if u squint) but use of terms “puppy/pup,” “mutt,” and “pet” in sexual situations, fake sympathy, use of the word “daddy” in sexual situations, general dom/sub dynamics, safeword is implied beforehand in the scene (they have a safeword and the reader would use it if needed but it’s not needed here because it’s just a rough scene w heavy words and impact play pls dont come for me ik how d/s relationships work!!!), and just overall my shitty writing lol . I think that’s it lol enjoy:)

Word count: 1.7k

Ashton is always the dominate one. Both of us are firm in our roles inside and outside the bedroom, Ashton being the one to take control in everyday situations due to his more dominant personality, and me tending to be more in the background.

Ashton takes care of me, and does so very well. Most of the time I’m very content with being pampered, thrown around, and given orders during sex.

However, my mind tends to wander. Wanders to how my big, strong dom would look whining and begging beneath me.

Honestly, I can barely call myself a switch. I much prefer to be dominated. But for just a second, I’d kill to have Ashton admit that he’s just as much a bitch for me as I am for him. Just... for a little fun.

.....

“Fuck, doll, you feel so good,” Ashton moans from above me. My legs are wrapped around his waist as he pounds into me at a fast and steady pace. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my nails scratching into his chest, making him let out such a godly moan.

Sometimes, just for a second, his dominant front falters. When I leave pretty red scratches on this chest or when I tug on his hair extra hard, his face scrunches up so beautifully and I can tell he wants to ask - or beg - for more.

The idea, mixed with the image of Ashton in utter bliss above me makes me whimper, Ashton smirking at the sound.

He slows his thrusts, grabbing my face roughly in his large hands.

“On top, baby. I want to see my pretty girl bounce on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

This is my chance.

We quickly readjust ourselves so I’m straddling Ashton’s cock. The power I know I have in this position is making my pussy soaked, and I moan as soon as Ashton is back inside of me again.

Seeing him beneath me, blissed out from me clenching my walls around him, looking oh so pretty, sparks my courage to do something I’ve always wanted to.

“You know, Ashy,” I say, once again digging my nails into his chest to make faded, pretty red lines leading down to his stomach, “you look really, really pretty like this.” I trail my hands back up his chest slowly, reaching for his throat and gently squeezing, just as he does to me on most occasions. “I think I like it,” I lean down and whisper in his ear, biting on his neck when I’m done.

At first, I think it’s working. I smirk as his eyes close and he takes in deep breaths, slowing the movement of my hips to tease him more.

My victory doesn’t last long, though. Within seconds, I’m flipped back around, Ashton pounding into me angrily, one of his hands around my throat and the other making a quick slap at my face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, angel?” He growls down to me. “Did you really think you could just try and overpower me? You stupid. Fucking Mutt.”

I whine at his words, each in the last sentence being punctuated by his hips thrusting into me, the last word being accompanied by another slap to my face. The pain from being hit, choked, and roughly fucked makes me let out a loud moan, my head being thrown back from the force of his thrusts and the power of his blows.

“Oh is puppy turned on from getting hit? How fucking disgusting. You just wanted to make daddy angry, huh? You could’ve just asked to be fucked hard, baby. You know how easy it is to be daddy’s angel. But I guess dirty little pets like you can never get anything right, huh?”

I shake my head hastily at his words, my head not being able to move much due to the loosened grip he still held on my neck.

“No, sir, didn’t mean to disobey. Just thought you looked so pretty, daddy. Couldn’t help myself,” my words are broken as I speak them, barely coherent as my mind is taken over by the pleasure of being treated so mean. I love when Ashton acts like this, when he’s degrading and mean and laughs at me for being pathetic. Being kept as his little pet, so to speak, is one of my favorite things.

Ashton laughs darkly at my poor excuse for my actions and sticks one of his long fingers in my mouth, making me choke slightly as he shoves them to the back of my throat.

“Awe, baby just thought daddy looked pretty? Well why didn’t you say so, darling? Because daddy being fucking pretty completely excuses your disobedience, right? Means daddy doesn’t have to punish you?” He laughs once again at his own words. “How stupid can you be, babydoll? I’m sick of your excuses,” he says softly with a look of fake sympathy, a slight pout upon his pretty lips. His tone borders sickly sweet as speaks his cruel words to me.

“Fuck daddy, I’m sorry, so sorry,” I sob when he takes his fingers out of my mouth.

This earns another slap to my face. “I said I didn’t want to hear any more excuses, mutt. Not another word out of your mouth. I don’t want to listen to any more pathetic words you have to say. Bad pets don't get to use their words. Daddy only listens to good girls. Speaking to your master is a privilege, do you understand?”

I nod up at him with teary eyes, letting him fuck me hard until I feel my orgasm approach. I start whimpering, trying to be quiet but still alert to Ashton of my orgasm as to be granted permission.

“Fuck, doll, feel so good squeezing my cock,” he moans from above me. “Does puppy need to cum? Want daddy to let you cum, pet?” From his tone I can tell that he’s not going to allow me to cum, and the knowledge of that makes me scream in frustration, making Ashton laugh. “Awe, what a smart pup. She must know that daddy isn’t going to let her cum tonight, huh? Poor thing,” he pouts and then smirks as he pulls out of me slowly. I whine at the feeling of being empty, desperately trying to grab at Ashton as he pulls away from me completely.

“On your knees,” he commands harshly, standing next to the bed. I take my time sitting up, my legs and core aching from the way he’s been treating my body. Ashton doesn’t appreciate the time I’m taking, though, and is quick to grab my hair and pull me from the bed, shoving me down to the ground in front of him. “I said on. Your. Knees,” he growls from above me.

My knees make a sound as I hit the floor hard. Ashton’s hand is still tangled in my hair, pushing me towards his hardened cock.

I open my mouth for him to enter me, closing my eyes in bliss as I hear him groan when he hits the back of my throat. He starts to fuck my mouth, going slow despite my current punishment until I get used to the feeling of him stretching my throat. Soon, he’s thrusting into my mouth at a fast pace, causing tears to leak from my eyes and spit to drip down the corners of my mouth.

“Eyes open, princess. Look at me,” his voice is strained as he gives me the order. I look up to see his face contorted in pleasure, the muscles in his arms flexing as he holds me to his cock by my hair and his face, hair, and chest soaked from sweat. The sight causes me to moan around him, his grip in my hair tightening as his thrusts begin to come faster.

My hands go up to dig my nails in his thighs, the sight and feeling of him fucking my throat making the need to touch him stronger than ever. They were quickly swatted away, though, as Ashton starts going rougher than ever. “No fucking touching, slut. You’re still getting punished. You’ve seemed to forget your place quite a few times tonight, baby. You’re on thin fucking ice already, doll.” His voice wavers towards the end, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his release. “Don’t swallow,” he stutters out as he cums in my mouth and a little down my throat.

I try to keep as much of him in my mouth as possible as he pulls out, making sure to sit back on my heels and keep my teary eyes on him as he looks down on me.

He gently caresses my face as he bends down to get more on my level. He keeps a thumb on my bottom lip as he commands me to open my mouth. I let a mixture of his cum and my spit drip down my chin, onto his hand and down my body. His eyes grow hooded at the sight and he quickly grabs my chin in his hand to bring me in for a kiss.

“Such a messy girl, so pretty for me. You took your punishment so well tonight, lovie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He helps me to my feet and cleans me off, giving gentle kisses to my bruised knees and sweetly petting the cheek where he hit me.

Soon, I was wrapped up in the covers and Ashton’s arms, listening to his heartbeat as I let my body rest. I feel his chest shake a bit as he laughs.

“What?” I ask sleepily.

“You thought I looked good... so you tried to dominate me? Did you have any plan or anything?” He laughs as he remembers the scene.

I blush and hide my face in his chest. “Shut up. I just... think you’re really great...” I mumble. “Wanna show you how pretty I think you are...”

He laughs once again and brings me in closer, kissing my forehead. “Thank you, baby. It means a lot. It’s cute that you tried, but it’s never happening, sweetheart. You do so much for daddy all the time. My good puppy. So good for me today.”

[dojae-huh]

I've been a Czennie since Do addition to 127. Tho I'm not a fan from the very beginning, I've seen their older content and still watch new ones. I can't observe as well as you, but I consider myself having seen enough changes in JaeDo through the yrs.

Do became my bias right away. His vocals and wits appealed to me first. Watching more content and I've noticed how caring, sincere, passionate and goal-oriented he is. That's when I realized I'm in this fandom for life. Do can talk a lot, but never speaks too much, also making sure others get the spotlight. That's another thing I like about him. I like this kind of leadership. He's efficient, but considerate.

But you're absolutely right that Do's ambitions and angry sides (for laugh) came out more often in the older content. I still remember the old days my irl friends and I would talk and laugh about Do's angry bunny mode, even before discovering your blog. These days, I'd say Do hasn't lost himself, but he has become more aware than ever about fans loving aegyo and their other expectations of him. The filial son, very attentive idol who always gives fans updates. His popularity saw huge growth after Cherry Bomb and moreso after Boss. His pcs and merch weren't expensive or hard to trade at all back before 2018. Now he comes second in popularity after Jae in Korea and several Asian countries, beating even Tae and Mark who I expected to stay more popular for as long as NCT grows. Do has a good amount of fans outside Asia too. I'll never know Do enough to judge, but I wonder if that puts pressure on him. This is Do still being the smart and considerate person that he already is and he seems to want to interact often out of his own will too (while not giving away his own secrets and too personal thoughts, thankfully), but I'm also worried he has to conform to what the fans want. Like, what if he's rlly tired or doesn't want to do aegyo sometimes, but he still does it? Do keeps up with what the fans talk about him too and fans hype up his cute side. Ok, he's cute and kind. But idk if it gets too much. That reflected in what Dozennies asked Do to do during fansign. So much aegyo content. Other members got these requests too, but Do's among the top imo. Fan expectations play a huge role in image shaping and most of stan twt overhyping his cute, "babie" side or acting up when Do's silent just for a few days made me uncomfortable, tbh. I'm once again saying that I love his cuteness and am thankful for all the updates too, but Do's more than that. And it's perfectly fine if he wants to disappear from the internet for some time. I just want him to be able to do what he wants without worries (if he's concerned about it, that is).

Jae has always been my #2 fave after Do and I've shipped JaeDo early on, but I didn't rlly consider Jae my bias at first. I remember I started out loving his vocals and wits too (I have a thing for intellectuals and vocalists and Jae's more than visual, working very hard to earn his main vocalist spot). I also find JaeDo a force to be reckon with. Their vocals and brains are so sexy tgt lmao But later, Jae kept growing on me and before I knew it, I've adopted him as a bias. Perhaps mainly due to Ennana content. He has his own gentle, mellow way and he's a simple and chill guy with depth and passion. Idk if I made sense, but that's how I see him and made me fall for him.

I feel even before the scandal happened, Jae had already growing more lowkey as each year passed. He's become less of a clingy puppy maknae than 2015-2016, but I absolutely agree that he was still more open in 2017-2019 than now. He has to build a wall around himself and with his close relationship with his family which conveniently lives in Seoul, I don't blame him if he wants to retreat from the ssng-infested dorm to his comfort zone (his fans are prolly the most unhinged too, mostly in for his looks, while I wish Valentines would pay more attention to his musical talents and personality) or wants alone time. But at the end of the day, I still want to see Singer and Artist Jae and his future solo aside, I hope he can stay happy and be part of NCT for many years to come. I fully believe in his passion (Jae's own consistencies in interview and video content aside, the other neos are always praising him about this), but he has also mentioned before about the perfect image that pressured him. There must have been disheartening moments. Maybe his sns break and unbothered side can do some good for him. Let him let go sometimes, so he can recharge before this comeback, which will require him to be more active.

Whew, that's long. JaeDo time at last. I started out shipping JaeDo for fun and never believed in my previous ships. Korean guys seem ok with skinship in general and K-pop idols are put in a spot they have to express their feelings for groupmates or do fanservice, so I find it hard to be sure which is romantic and which is platonic. But JaeDo is the first ship that intrigued me. I admit I'm still in conflicting emotions like some of the previous anons, whether they are rlly dating or not. Or are they still in crushing on e/o stage. Or there's no romantic feelings involved atm, but they keep making me wonder if there's something. You clarified about their securities and other neos' reactions and I agree, but i'm still trying to connect everything. 2019 to now just have been very weird and confusing. I've shipped them from 2017. I've witnessed 2017 tension and 2018 lovey-dovey period real time and I've watched puppy Jae from 2015-2016. But 2019 moments and after, particularly 2020 divorce, caught my attention the most.

JaeDo dynamic is too weird to overlook. They go up and down like crazy lol I'm prolly too loyal and biased to jump ships too, but I just can't see DoTae's deep friendship, Do flustered by Johnny, and Do babying younger neos as romantic. Jae is close to some of the neos, but I can't sense anything romantic. Not even with Yuta and Winwin. On the side of Do ships, Johnny and younger neos (Woo and Jeno in particular) have other neos they seem closer too. I think DoTae are e/o's most important neo, but dare I say, JaeDo give off vibes that make me wonder if they are e/o's number one too, albeit in a different way from DoTae's relationship. There are times I feel JaeDo have drifted apart. They just seem tense around e/o sometimes and Do never hugs Jae with wide smile. They sometimes don't talk about e/o or don't include e/o in answers. But then there are the coffee cart, out of the blue hugs and touches, Jae's comments on Do's live and Do's reactions, Do trying to act indifferent but noticing Jae's emotions and reacting to Jae first most of the times even when it's not his fault (like hitting or chasing him), Jae's quiet or smug enthusiasm about Do (he usually stays on the side these days instead of leading the teasing but when Jae attacks, the content is golden). And the way they talk about e/o in content makes me think they still seem to know e/o well (plus other neos' reactions in some of the content).

I don't expect JaeDo dynamic to be like others, but they are too weird to not notice and make me go ???

Thank you for the long post, anon, it was an interesting read.

JaeDo do a good job at keeping their relationship safe, confusing even long-time fans and shippers. Good for them!

Doyoung. During his lives Do does fanservice in a pretty straightforward way. "Should I put on the glasses? OK, screenshot time, I'll do weird faces for memes. You want me to unbutton my shirt? No, not today. I’ve started the vlive because I’m still wearing the musical make up and I wanted to show it to you." So he still is "real" with the fans but there is still a problem him being afraid to show his real opinions/temper and playing the weak cute guy during programmes. It looks like after the success of MAW he mostly dropped it, thankfully. He allows to be hyper much more often.

Doyoung needs to give love back. As you said, he is pressured with the fans' love. It's not just cold math (there is an element of it, I'm sure), Doyoung feels the need to give back. The only times he really dissapears is when something happens and he is mad at the fans (Jae's scandal being the prime example). Doyoung is happy when everyone in his group is happy. And his fans fall under his responsibility.

I knew a person who juggled a lot of stuff: supervision of a station, solving everyday's problems, group relationships, studying for PhD, a part time job. That person survived on 4-5 hours a day for months. And when I asked why not give up some of the responsibilities or just not care too much, the answer was "I can't". That person had Doyoung's brain type and gave me a good understanding of this urge to do everything by oneself.

Doyoung's is not sacrificial though, if he does a vlive at 3 a.m., it means he still can do it, it's his promise with himself to finish all the tasks on his to do list for the day. After it he can sleep soundly.

Why do you think Do's popularity increased after these two songs? Exposition? Or enought time has passed since his addition to 127?

Jaehyun's popularity is mainly due to his looks. So his absence doesn't influence their number as long as he appears in magazines and commercials. As for the fans who like him for his personality or voice, they are understanding and learn to be content with the rare posts. Afterall, Jaehyun writes very warmly, doesn't skip anniversaries and talks about himself in interviews rather honestly.

[order-of-river-phoenix]

Savor This; Floyd “Tab” Talbert

Fandom: HBO War; Band of Brothers

A/N: this is pretty short, but I was rlly in a writing mood. I wanted to write for someone that I hadn’t done yet. It is very much based on “Bags” by Clairo but also not rlly?? (Also, if y’all want anything, my inbox is very much open. I’m going camping this weekend, so I won’t be able to post but I will write 😊)

Warnings: sickly sweet fluff

Taglist: @liebegott @stressedinadress @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @floydtab @hbohmygodx @alienoresimagines @hannahbear1

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You didn’t remember the sun ever being so bright. As you opened your eyes, the beams streaming through your window were hardly blocked by the curtains. It took a second longer for you to realize you had fallen asleep on the couch.

Blinking a couple of times, you allowed your eyes get used to the light again, and you began to stretch out. Finally coming to, recollections of the night before came flooding back.

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“I’m not saying it was bad,” Floyd argued. “It just wasn’t my favorite.”

You threw him a skeptical look. “I won’t tell Cindy that you thought her cake was bad. I didn’t like it either.”

He let out a breath of relief. “Thank God. She’s a great girl, but I hope she never bakes again.”

Laughing, you nodded in agreement. You set down two glasses of wine on the coffee table, settling into the couch next to your boyfriend.

Boyfriend. It made you a little giddy every time you remembered that it was official.

You two had played the long game since early high school. Going on dates, but never dating. It had been nearly a year since he finally asked you to go steady, and everyday you still had to remind yourself that this was real. He was your boyfriend.

He grabbed your hands in his, planting a quick kiss to each finger, every knuckle. He pulled them to his cheeks, holding them there.

You detached your hands from his and rubbed your thumbs over his cheeks. “I’ll never get over how handsome you are.”

His wide eyes scanned your face. “Oh, baby, you’re making me blush,” he jested softly. In any other setting, he spoke confidently, at a volume anyone and everyone could hear him, but now, he spoke only for you. A fly on the wall would have struggled to hear him.

You both sat there, taking each other in. Feeling each other in small, gentle ways. One of his hands fell to your waist, the other traced lines up and down your arm. Your hands had moved from his face to his chest, slowly moving back up to his shoulders. Still fully clothed, no closer than 6 inches, but everything about this felt more intimate than anything you had experienced together.

It almost felt urgent that you memorize each other. There was a packed bag somewhere haunting the both of you. You wanted to savor every second, make it all count.

He wanted to carry this image with him. The mental picture of you, pupils dilated as you look lovingly at him.

You knew he wouldn’t return the same man that was leaving, so you would take this one—this Floyd—and tuck him away in your heart. This was the man you would remind yourself that you loved if and when things got hard upon his return, whenever that may be.

“Don’t kiss me,” you murmured, sensing his movement towards you.

He halted, confusion creasing his brow. “Wh-“

“Kiss me before you leave. Not now.” You fell into his chest, wrapping yourself around him. “I might burst if you kiss me now.”

Returning the embrace, he tucked your head under his chin. “I know we agreed not to talk about it, but Y/N, you know I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want to come see me off.”

You took a deep, shaky breath. You’d already cried, and if you weren’t going to let him kiss you now, you sure as hell wouldn’t cry now either. “I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go if I do.”

Physically and mentally. You knew you’d bawl like a baby if you had to see him leave you for a war so far away.

“I’ll kiss you before I leave then.”

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Looking around the quiet living room, you shivered a little. It wasn’t cold, but everything felt off.

There was a note slipped under your wine glass from the night before.

You’re so cute when you sleep, I couldn’t wake you up. But don’t worry, baby, I kissed you before I left.

Forever yours,

Floyd

[tipsydipsydo]

Just let me love him! 

Request: "hey! may i request an imagine where namjoon has a boyfriend (male transgender) and they decide to make their relationship public but maybe not all the fans being supportive / respectful of it? and namjoon rlly pissed off by the comments online and making posts to half educate them & half being shady haha thank u :("

Requested by: anonymous

Pairing: Namjoon x transgender Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of Homophobia and Transphobia; mentions of hate towards the LGBTQ+ Community

A/N: Well... what should I say? I think I'll write every request individually without specify how long my writings would be. It really depends on my own idea for that request. This here took some time because I had to make some research and thought a lot about, how I want to write it.

That's also the reason why it ends up to be so long, because it was important for me to write that really long statement that Namjoons makes in here in the full version.

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He should have guessed it. He should have noticed it, before the vlog would be uploaded. No, he should have known it! He should have known that it'll happen when this information gets to the public.

And at the same time he should have known that there are also some black sheeps among the ARMYs.

Although the large majority is very open, liberal and supportive, there are still some people who call themselves an "Army" and "support" them, but they're also very open when they don't like something.

It could be their new outfit, their new haircut or, like now, their lifestyle and their relationships. When something deviates from their idealized image, which means that his members and he no longer correspond to the overly perfect image of that Army, they start hating.

There aren't many, but they still exist. Sadly.

And all of that just starts because of a scene and the one sentence he had said to explain it.

Yesterday he uploaded a self-made vlog on the occasion of his birthday, in which he simply wanted to take the Armys through his day and show them, how he's spending his birthday this year. Nothing "bad", right?

You two made your relationship public three months ago. Of course, after this public announcement, the excitement was big and pretty much every korean and even some international boulevard magazines as well reported about it. Who could ever have guessed that there will be a young man at the side of the world known K-Pop Idol Kim Namjoon instead of a woman??

The biggest gossip subsided after a week and since two months pretty much everything turned out to be quite normal again. Namjoon and you get a lot of encouragement and support for your relationship from the vast majority of fans, you already have an official shipping name (and Namjoon has to admit that it sounds really cute!) Beside that, fanarts of you two have been already created, based on the few couple pictures that Namjoon recently posted in their Twitter account.

However, Namjoon "only" introduced you as his boyfriend. He hadn't told the whole publicity that you were transgender and "actually biologically a woman". Why should he?

You identify yourself as a boy, just you weren't born as such, which is why you want to adapt your gender to your actual identity. It's not more than that and all that just means that you are his boyfriend, nothing else.

Joon just introduced you as his partner and not that you are female to male transgender because that has actually nothing to do with your relationship.

And then there was the thing with his birthday vlog. He had thought that this little thing wouldn't attract attention, probably because it had become so normal for him.

You brunched together in a restaurant on the day of his birthday, enjoyed the good food together and laughed a lot. Really nothing so unusual when you go out to with your partner.

This was followed by the fateful scene that has caused all of these comments now.

You two were so deep in your conversation that you completely forgot to pay attention to the time. However, you still had a doctor's appointment that day, which is why you rushed out of the restaurant in a hurry.

You just noticed it a bit too late that you'll have a doctor's appointment for your next testosterone injection on Namjoon's birthday. But you could't and didn't even want to re-arrange a new appointement because you need the renewal in a relativly regular interval.

So the vlog only showed a few seconds where you two sprint stressed but also laughing to a taxi, so that you'd somehow still belong halfway to your actual time of the appointment in the doctor's office.

When you get your injection, Joonie waits for you in the empty waiting room and explain shortly in the vlog, why this appointment is so important.

"Unfortunately, my sweetheart was born in the wrong body and to be able that he can live with his correct gender identity, he has to go to the doctor to get his dosis of testosterone."

And that was it actually. After that you went back to your shared apartement, where the boys surprised Namjoon with a little birthday party. Congratulated their leader for getting older and then unpack all the presents together. With it, the vlog was uploaded. Namjoon and the boys had given no further thought to this "new piece of information" that turned out be the reason for these controversial comments under his vlog. Simply because it's already become normal for everyone. You are a transgender, but you're just Namjoon's Boyfriend for everyone. Nothing more.

Nevertheless, some "fans" don't see it that way, they even starts questioning if it's correct to call you Namjoon's "boyfriend" because you just can't be a "real boy". After this comment all the other ones only got even more worse.

Namjoon got the opportunity to read the comments when he already was on his way to the studio. He had wondered this morning why you were so silent and inwardly at breakfast. He had ask you gently if something happed or if you're not feeling well. But you just shook your head and said that you slept badly. Namjoon doesn't ask further because he was sure, that you woulf know that you can always be completely honest with him. And Namjoon doesn't want to blame you, that you would be lying to him, so he just gives you a loving smile.

How wrong he was when he read through all these awful comments under the vlog.

The other members have seen these comments too, they're so damn furious, with what kind of words you're called in there and that some of the them wished that Namjoon would please break up with you.

They should've trained the new choreography today, but this incident is now much more important and the way how they want to deal with it. They came to the decision to make a clear statement.

Actually it's planned that Jimin make a vlive today, but they decide that Namjoon should make it instead due to the situation.

He himself is not so sure yet whether he should really do it today, the anger about these disrespectful comments is still too big and he cannot promise not to say rude things to the fans himself as well. He wants to give them a better role model than to hate each other. However, he's becoming more and more aware of the importance of publishing his vlive today.

Because you're his boyfriend and through your relationship, you get so much more attention, which unfortunately also increases the possibility of harrassing you, for what you are, a lot more. He brought you into this situation, so Namjoon also feels obliged to stand up for you and show you that he's absolutely not going to accept something like that!

In addition, it's so important to him and all the other members to show that they will accept hate and harrassing of LGBTQ+ people in no way.

It breaks Namjoon's heart when he comes home and sees your red, swollen eyes, testifying that you cried. He had tried countless times to contact you throughout the day, but you neither answered his calls nor his text messages.

The last time when you were online in the messenger was tonight. Probably when you read all these terrible comments.

"Hey baby...", Namjoon whispers softly as he comes up to you and closes his arms around your body, pressing you tightly, almost protectively against his chest.

"I know what happened. I read everything."

With these words your body begins to tremble in his arms, you press your face into the crook of his neck and a little sob comes from your lips.

Namjoon holds you, strokes his fingers gently through your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

You take a trembling breath in and say in a broken voice: "I am so sorry that I am causing you and the others such problems..."

When these words comes over your lips, Namjoon takes your tear-streaked face in his hands and gently kisses your tears away.

"No, no, no, my love! Don't say things like that, they're absolutely not true! You are not the problem, definitely not! The problem are these people out there who just don't want to accept that not all people can’t identify with the gender they’ve been born with. Maybe because it’s just so normal and natural for them to be a girl or boy. Apparently these people cannot put themselves in your shoes, what it's like to feel like a boy or girl but stuck in the body of the opposite sex. Apparently they don't even tried to imagine what it would be like if they weren't born a what they are. How it would be to be born in a different body with their previous gender identification. You are not the problem. The problem are the people who cannot listen to you, at least to understand how debiliating this situation is for you. So instead of Jimin, I'm going to do the vlive today and I'll talk with Armys about it. I will tell them that I will not tolerate Transphobia and any other Phobias of the LGBTQ+ community at all."

Your swollen eyes snaps open and you look at Namjoon in disbelief. As you want to open your lips to ask him, if he's really sure about that because he could get even more hate for that, he already knows what you're about to say.

Before these words can leave your lips, he quickly presses his owns on yours and gives you a gentle kiss full of love.

"I want to do that, my love. I want to do this for you, for us, for our LGBTQ+ ARMYs and for all these other peoples. It's important for me to make this statement."

When you nod slowly, Namjoon released the embrace and gave you a last kiss on the lips.

Then he goes into the living room to the dining table, where his laptop is and logs in.

You go quietly to the couch and wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket. To be honest, you don't really know what to expect. Before Namjoon starts his vlive, he looks at you and forms a silent "I love you" with his lips.

"Hey guys. I know Jimin should be sitting right here infront of the screen and doing his vlive with you. However, something happened tonight that I want to talk with you about it. I think you already know, we uploaded my Birthday vlog yesterday and there are comments written which are absolutely terrible and I'm not going to accept that under any circumstances.", Namjoon starts the vlive.

Today there is no trace of his usual playful and childish behavior, which he shows so often in his vlives. He's absolutely serious.

"Some of you are asking why you just got the information now, that Y/N is transgender and why we didn't tell you right away with our relationship announcement. I decided against it for the simple reason that it doesn't matter in our relationship. Y/N doesn't identify with his biological gender, although his body may be female, he is actually a boy who unfortunately was born in the wrong body. He is a boy and therefore he is my boyfriend."

"I introduced him to you as my boyfriend, because it doesn't matter who he was before, what gender he has from birth. It should only be about who he is now, who can he be now, that he's able to be finally that person who he want to be. We should finally give these people, like Y/N, the opportunity to live in the gender identity they are, without always saying 'But you are in reality woman, right?'."

"No, not really, in reality is Y/N a man. Can we please finally give them the opportunity to live in the gender with which they identify themselves. So when they should identify with the specific genders like male and female. And if that's not the case, if you assign yourself as nonbinary, it's perfectly okay! After all, there is still so much space between these two genders! We should give all of them the opportunity to simply live the way they are."

"That's why I think, that we all should be very happy, that we can identify ourself with our biological gender! Therefore, we should help all the other people to find their right gender when their biological gender doesn't suit them! And that they're able to show themself in public."

Namjoon takes a deep breath after this long monologue and grabs to his water glass to drink a bit. While doing this, he read all the new comments that pops up. They are very different, some are positive and supportive and then there are these other comments, literally saying how he can talk such a shit. 'There are only two genders, nothing between them and everyone has to be able to identify with their own gender!'

It is precisely in this conflict that he realizes again that ignorance and the lack of will to understand each other are two of the major problems.

"As I read your comments, one thing caught my eye very clearly. We're talking too much about each other than with each other."

"I know, as a person who can identify themself fairly well with their biological gender, it's pretty hard to imagine what it would be like if it weren't. And because of that, we have to talk about it. I know that all transgender or generally all LGBTQ+ people are tired of having to explain their gender identity or their sexuality all over again and again. Having to explain, why they are the way they are now."

"But I think that it'll be the only way to remove these stereotypes and prejudices, as well as fear of 'this unknown thing' and thus all these unjustifiably phobias and racism. Just because a person cannot identify with their biological gender doesn't mean that you have to change yours too! It means, that you should simply accept and respect it! However, we should give all these people the chance to finally develop in such a way that they can really be themselves. Regardless of whether they are assign themself as male, female or no specific gender."

"There are still so many questions in the room that result from pure lack of knowledge. And that's normal, of course, we can't know everything, but we can learn something new every day. Ask each other questions, so that you have the opportunity to be able to imagine yourself into the position of an other person. So at least try to understand how the other person must feel. It's a long way but we should try to finally remove this hate that is caused by ignorance and misunderstandings."

"There are always two peoples involved in a conversation. That's why I appeal to the LGBTQ+ community to be still patient with us, even if you're already so sick of it. You must have the feeling of literally speaking against a wall... And all people who identify with their biological gender and are heterosexual, so you practically correspond to the 'ideal image' of society with it, should listen to the LGBTQ+ Community and ask questions, so that these prejudices and this hate can finally be stopped and we all are able to live peacefully together. I know, this idea is utopian, but we can still try to get as close as possible to this utopia of a peaceful coexistence of all peoples."

Namjoon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment before dropping the statement.

"And who, after my monologue, still refuses to simply ask the peoples questions when they don't understand something and still prefer to think about them in prejudices, please unfollow BTS and BigHit Entertainment."

Your eyes are round like plates and your mouth opens, want to say something, but no words comes over your lips.

In the corner of his eye, Namjoon sees how the comment section with messages literally explodes.

"I am not saying this out of pure selfishness just because I am angry and hurt. I am saying this because all members agree with this statement. We decided for this statement together."

"Of course we know, that you're still able to see all of our things, we cannot forbid you from listening to our music. But we all wanted to talk about this topic once. BTS and the Army community should be a safe space for all Armys, regardless of their gender identity or sexual orientation. We wanted to make sure that all Armys in our large community are welcome and that they'll be respected in the way they are."

"The members and me just need to know that we all can be honest with you and don't have to hide anything. That we can be sure you’re supporting us really. We just want that all peoples that follow us, are trying their best to understand each other. Of course, we all will never agree at the same point of view and that's a good thing! But we should respect each other's gender identity, sexual orientation and opinion. Because in the end we all are just humans. No more, no less."

"I would like to come to an end of this vlive for today. And for all haters out there, I'm not going to break up with Y/N. Please just respect that I love him. Exactly the way he is!"

With these words, Namjoon goes offline and closes the laptop, smiling at you softly when he comes to you on the couch.

"I love you. Please don't forget that," he whispers in your ear as he slips under the blanket and snuggles up to you.

Like I wrote it in Namjoons statement, I try my best to imagine myself into your position even when I never made these experiences (and probably never will) you had to make. That's why I'm always open to talk and listen to you, to learn new things about it!

And even when I'll never be able to understand you "really", then I'll make sure that you know that I still care for you guys, okay?

Love you 💜

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Broken arm

A/N: This was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! please let me know what you think! Also this is like my worst fear, like that sounds dumb but breaking something sounds absolutely disgusting to me. In movies if they do like sound effects of bones breaking and I know it’s coming, I mute the sound. 

summary:  i was wondering if you could write a reddie x daughter where the losers club all go out and the daughter gets hurt (maybe breaks an arm) so they all freak out and take her to the hospital, and it’s just rlly cute at the end. i just feel like i could image richie and eddie just freaking out abt what to do and not actually doing anything so the rest of the losers have to step in

warnings: mentions of a broken arm and surgories (not graphic), mentions of throwing up (but also not graphic) and some curse words and your mom joke

At least once a month, all the losers have a reunion that usually either takes place in Ben and Bev’s lake house, or in their boat. The reason it does, is because Ben and Bev combined have enough money to restore any damages that may or may not occur during these times, more often than not Richie fault.

This time however, by some unlucky draw of the hat, everyone agrees to meet up in Richie and Eddie’s home, because their daughter Alexa isn’t feeling too great, and Richie not Eddie felt comfortable relocating with her for a few days.

She had nothing major, just a stomach bug that causes her to throw up from time to time, but Both Eddie and Richie were more than ready to postponed the losers’ meeting. Alexa insisted that all the plans continued on as normal despite her feeling unwell, since she loved spending time with her uncles and aunt any time she could, and when she showed signs of her health improving, nobody cancelled anything.

With the first knock on the door, Alexa jumps up, rushing to welcome whoever has made it to their house first, ignoring how her stomach was protesting the flash movement, and she’s greeted by the sight of her best-loved aunt, which happened to be Aunty Bev. Six months into the pregnancy made Bev look bloated and tired, but her eyes lit up as soon as Alexa opened the door, bending down as best as she could to hug her back twice as hard. She’s alone, Ben had had a meeting over in Portland, and agreed to meet Bev here.

‘How’s my favorite girl doing?’ Bev asks with a huge smile on her face, her hand resting on the top of her belly softly rubbing up and down.

‘I’m okay’, Alexa insists, even though her face still looks a little pale. Eddie, who had joined the two of them at the front door, rolled his eyes begrudgingly. Insisting that she’s fine even though she isn’t must be a trait she picked up from Richie.

Staying silent however, he brings Bev into an embrace, an; ‘hey Bev’ falling from his lips in the process.

‘Richie’s out back, come in, I’ll go get him.’ Before Eddie has the chance, the next guests arrive, in the form of Patty and Stan. Stan was holding a stuffed animal, a bunny in his hands, smirking as if he already knew that he was going to be the ‘chosen’ one today.

Eddie laughs out loud, watching as his daughter’s eyes grow bigger and wide, and she excitedly begins the bounce up and down, seemingly forgetting about the sickness for a little while. In his mind, Eddie is already praising Stan, for the few moments of rest this allows his daughter to have. Sleep is nothing something that has come in large doses to her in the last two days, every single waking minute of the day being consumed with sitting next to a toilet bowl, and brushing her teeth afterwards.

Eddie also praises Stan for basically knocking down the competition before the rest of them even have a chance.

At two years old, Alexa figured out how to play her family like the harp she later maintained she wanted to practice, giving up after only two lessons. She used to go around the room and beg her uncles and aunt to play a game with her, any kind, and when they relented, the first person who did would be her go to person for the rest of the evening.

Endearing everyone’s heart, but also resulting in a rivalry, where many presents were tossed around, and Alexa was in danger of becoming a bit spoiled. Now at twelve, she’s stopped crowning anyone as her winner, yet the losers still  arranges bets on her, as if their daughter is something to bet on.

It’s all in good fun of course, and Richie himself joins in on the gamble from time to time, but for whatever reason he never guesses correctly, but Eddie has a burning suspicion it has something to do with manipulating Stan to lose. Not that his schemes work, Stan is much too smart for that.

In rapid succession, Ben follows Stan and Patty, and after him Mike emerges, and finally Bill and Audra appear from the end of the streets. A loud and ugly snort forces its way out of Eddie, when he sees the exact some bear clutched to Bill’s chests, the annoying, cocky smirk on his face he mirrored from Stan, the same one that vanishes as soon as he steps through the door, and lays his eyes upon Alexa, clasping Stan’s gift.

Richie, who had since joined the rest of the group, could not contain his laughter, finding in Bill the perfect victim to tease throughout the entire night.

Rice and chicken were on the menu tonight, a light meal that was decided in light of Alexa, but nobody complained. Despite popular belief, Richie was a very good cook, and when he prepared any meal, it was guaranteed that it would taste delicious.

Alexa ate a bit, more than she had eaten in the last few days, and Eddie sighed a breath of relief.  Years of conditioning that any sickness was going to get him killed did not disappear off the bat, so he was immensely glad his daughter was starting to feel better, even if he knew her ailment was not that serious to begin with.

After dinner, the group resides to the living room, watching a movie that Alexa had her mind set on viewing, and secretive adult talk concealed in a child appropriate package so she wouldn’t notice, making a way across each other. A normal reunion like any other.

At nine pm, unsurprisingly, Alexa got up from her seat. ‘I’m going to bed dad,’ she explains, her hand stroking Bev’s baby bump one last time, and then waving at everyone. The spot next to Beverly, the one that Alexa had claimed, so she could discuss her new best friend as she lovingly called the new baby that was yet to be burn, remains achingly open. A weird feeling creeps up the back of Eddie’s neck, ridiculously.

The losers club just doesn’t seem complete without her, even if she has only been there for twelve years. Her bedtime was around eight, but when they go on a trip, she is allowed to stay up as long she want, the fact that she turns in for the night so early, is a testimony to how bad she suffers.  

Richie started to make his way up from the sofa too, ready to tuck her in, as he did every night, but she shook her head. ‘I can go to bed alone, Pops, don’t worry.’

She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and then scampered off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Bill chocked on his drink in laughter when he saw the fallen look on Richie’s face, disappointment coating his expressions in a grey attire.

When he dejectedly resumed his place next to Eddie, the latter patted him on the arm in sympathy. ‘It’s just because there are others here Rich. You know how ashamed she gets of you.’ The smirk cannot be contained when the words leave his mouth, even though he means nothing but lies with them.

‘And they say my jokes suck? Spaghetti, come up with new and innovated humor, like mine. Thank god she’s got some of my qualities-‘

‘she’s adopted.’

‘- don’t interrupt me Eds that’s just bad manners. I’m so sorry your mom was to busy teaching me the way around her body to teach you how to be polite but-‘

‘Beep beep asshole.’ A murmur of agreement rose up from the group, Richie flipping them the bird.

‘Whatever, you losers have no taste at all.’

Deciding to check up on her after about fifteen minutes, Eddie settles back in his seat, joining in on the conversation to his right, where Ben and Stan discuss the different plants they have in their garden, listing a bunch of flowers Eddie will never know the meaning off.  

The movie clutters on in the background, almost like a lullaby, and Eddie yawns significantly. Richie’s hand presses in the small of his back, a grounding warm signal that he was safe, even though he doesn’t mean too, he zones out, not asleep, but also not as awake as he should be.

That happens to be a mistake when he hears something slam on the floor above them, the sound of the toilet being flushed a second after. He makes eye contact with Richie, both of them realizing that that is probably the result of Alexa throwing up again.

‘Dad, Pops’, and then a loud bang, proceeded by a few thuds that can be relocated to their stairs, and a pained yell.

Richie and Eddie scramble up faster than they have ever done before, even more hurried than when Pennywise was chasing them in Neibolt. Stan, Bill and Bev scurry alongside them, to the place of the accident, every single one of them in a panicked haze.

It only takes a second to get there, in their haste, and no other sounds emerge anymore, until They run into the hallway.

Alexa is spread out across the bottom of the stairs, her arm bend in a weird position, her legs propped up as she looks around the space dazedly, as if she’s not sure what just happened.

Her faces goes through a couple of emotions, intensifying when she takes a look at her arm, but not yet crying.

Eddie is the first to reach her, and when she sees him, her lips open slightly and a wail falls out. It proves to him that she is in real, and agonizing pain. Back when she learned how to ride her bike for the first time, she had fallen many times, as kids do, but if she cried, Eddie refused to indulge her. He wouldn’t let leave or abandon her, but he would tell her that everything was fine, and that it only stung a little, and there was no need to cry.

He mostly did this to stop himself from becoming like his mother, and to allow Alexa to discover her own boundaries and which one hurt enough to actually ask help for. He never shamed her for crying either, he just tried to teach her the difference between actual pain, and being shocked from a fall.  Ever since, is she saw Eddie walk towards her, her tears stopped if it barely stung, or begin to cry if help was needed.

Now she sobs, heavy and with snot, hiccuping to catch her breaths. It only takes a look to tell Eddie everything he needs to know, she is suffering from an open fracture. The bone is not stuck outside the skin, but the bump is visible from the outside, in the same way that his bone was when he broke his arm.

All previous training flies out the window when it’s his daughter that is the one who is harmed, nothing of the medical terms he surrounded himself with in his childhood sticking, like liquid dropping from his head.

He stands there, blankly as he gazes upon his daughters still laying form, until he gets pushed back by Bill. Richie too stands frozen, trembling from head to toe, but Bev and Stan launch into action, dropping down next to Alexa, each on opposites sides.

‘What do we do, what do we do?’ Richie inquires frantically, pushing against Bills hands, to get to her, trusting Eddie for guidement. Eddie subconsciously reaches for his inhaler, and curses once he remembers that he threw his placebo away.

‘Fuck, fuck, Eddie should we snap the bone back in? It worked last time right?’ Richie reflects Eddie’s frantic, ignoring Bill’s pleas to calm down, the cries of Alexa deafening their ears, and making their heartstrings cave in.

‘What? What the fuck asshole no. That was a terrible thing to do, and you were lucky that my arm got back to normal, are you fucking kidding me you absolute moron?’

He doesn’t mean to snap at his husband the way he does, but the mantra of; this is your fault, she’s going to die, get her to a hospital now, more careful, you should force her to be more safe, in a voice that sounds an awful lot likes his mother hisses in his mind. The panic is very nearly all consuming.

‘What the fuck was I supposed to do then huh Eds? I was fucking twelve.’ Their panic-stricken words grow louder and louder, until even Alexa’s cries of agony sound quieter than theirs, they’re so consumed with worry, being oblivious to notice what Beverly and Stan are so desperately trying to convey.

‘I don’t know, not that. And you’re 43 years old, by now you should now better dickwad.’

‘Stop it’, Bill yells in the same determined leader voice that lured them into the house on Neibolt street, effectively silencing them and focusing their attention on him.

‘Your daughter needs you right now, so shut up, and do what we ask you too okay. Richie get her cloths, Eddie retrieve anything she has that helps calm her down. Alright? Okay go.’

Richie hurries to get the car as fast he can, but Eddie hesitates when he gapes at Alexa. He doesn’t want to leave her without her parents. ‘Hey’, Bill places on of his hands on Eddie shoulder, ‘we’ll take care of her for a minute okay?’

Her cries have turned into loud whimpers, her face hidden behind Stan’s body, which stops her from seeing Eddie anyway. Bev is calmly shushing her, on the phone with what must be the hospital, carefully checking her arm. Stan is trying to distract her, his cardigan being discarded towards Bev, who uses is to carefully cover the injured arm.

It looks painful, and Eddie can’t stand to think of her in pain, so he too complies with Bill’s demands, searching for the plush toy she got as a gift, and her soft blanket that she sleeps with during the winter.

When he comes back, he hears the blaring sirens of the ambulance stop outside their door, and his stomach falls when he realizes that a few hours ago, Alexa was standing in that exact spot, excited for the night.

Audra and Patty lead the paramedics into the home, apparently they had been waiting outside to help, Patty grabbing Eddie’s arm to steady herself, and maybe even Eddie, who is swaying dangerously from side to side.

He’s been through all of this before, in a way, but that seemed somehow less scary than it is now. Back then, Eddie had been glad none of his friends got hurt, so it didn’t matter that he did. Now, it’s different, but if he could somehow switch places with Alexa, he would do so in a heartbeat.

They insert an IV line and administer pain relief, Eddie assumes, since his ears seem like they’ve been stuffed full of cotton. He vaguely registers Richie’s hand in his own, all his attention pointed to watching Alexa’s face for any discomfort.

She’s placed upon a trauma board, Stan and Ben aiding to help her jolts as minimal as possible, before they carry her to the ambulance as fast as humanly possible. Eddie hopes to god, something he hasn’t believed in since he started dating Richie, that the medicine she has received knock her out, just so she’s painless the rest of the ride.

‘Dad, pops’, she wails, extending her uninjured arm to reach for the both of them. Next to him, Richie cries too.

Eddie speed walks to be by her side, grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss to it. ‘It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.’ He can’t help the way his voice cracks as he tries to keep his own tears at bay.

Richie also hast himself to get to her, brushing away her tears as best he can, but new ones continue to leave wet rivers on her cheeks.

After consideration, Eddie says to Richie; ‘You need to go with her,’ his words lacking any really conviction.

Richie gazes up to him in surprise. ‘Eddie?’

‘I can’t be in there, in a hospital or ambulance, but I would feel so much better if you were with her.’ The trauma lingers around Eddie like a bad stench, and he hates himself for the fact that he can’t be with his daughter. He knows Richie will keep her safe though, so if he were to go with her, maybe the grip guilt has on him will loosen.

Richie says nothing and stares for just a split second, before one of the EMT’s says they need to hurry. Then he nods, climbing on board with Alexa, but pressing his lips against Eddie’s quickly before his does.

He’s trying to convey Eddie into believing everything will be okay, but Richie isn’t sure if he believes it himself.

They have to leave then, and Eddie stares as the ambulance disappears into the distance. When he can’t see it no longer, he allows himself five seconds, and he uses those five seconds to cry upon Mike’s sturdy statues the waterfalls flowing from his eyes like they’re a rives. He can sense the others coming closer, each laying a hand on a part of his body, their silent way of telling him they’re here for them.

He feels bad for making Richie having to be the one to hold it all together, since he can’t break down in front of Alexa, but Eddie honestly didn’t have any resolution left to sit in an ambulance.

When his five seconds are up, he begs someone to drive him to the hospital, ignoring his next door neighbor who comes to check up on the commotion that was happening.

He ends up driving with Stan and Patty, in the middle backseat, where he can feel their worried gazes on him. In his mind, he is trying to recall any information about what he had to go through with his arm, but all he really remembers is that he had to have surgery.

As predicted, that is the first thing Richie tells Eddie when he finally gets to the emergency room, Richie waiting near the entrance, his hands trembling when he reaches forward to pull Eddie against him in a tight hug.

‘She needs to have surgery Eds, you have to come quick. They’re about to put her under.’ Richie informs him when he pulls back, this time reaching for his hands and pulling him in the direction of the room Alexa is in. Eddie wants to say something to his friends, but he’s already whisked away, and he just figures he’ll tell them later.

Upon entering the room, Eddie can smell the disinfected in the room, the whole room is drenched in it, but he refuses to let it deter him, so he pulls through, pulling a chair to the side of the hospital bed, resting his hand on Alexa’s shoulder. Richie goes for her hand on her good arm, his thumb sweeping the back of her hand back and forth.

‘hey, honey, how are you?’

Alexa lets her head fall sideways, her eyes dropped with exhaustion, she hasn’t received any anesthetic, so Eddie assumes that it’s the adrenaline that has worked off.

‘I’m scared dad,’ she tells him truthfully, squeezing Richie’s hand tight while not looking him in the eyes.

‘It’s okay to be scared baby,’ Eddie soothes her, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. ‘I had to same thing happen to me when I was little.’

Her lips tug upwards in a faint smile. ‘I know, pops told me.’

‘It wasn’t that scary anymore. Not when getting into the hospital. I just fell right asleep, and when I woke up, the pain was dulled.’

‘I’m not in so much pain right now though, can I not avoid the surgery?’ Eddie’s heart breaks once again, and he wishes so bad he could heed his daughter from this, but it has to happen, there’s no other option.

‘That’s cause you’re on a lot op pain medication kiddo, but as soon as they’re worn off, you’ll feel it again.’  Richie heavily admits, the lines on his face have turned more prominent, the night taking ten years of their lives away from them.

‘Like I said, you’ll just go to sleep, and when you wake up, we’ll be here.’ Eddie tries to convince her one last time, and with a heaved sigh, she relents.

Just in time, for the nurse sticks her head through the door, her smile apologetic.

‘Alexa Tozier-Kaspbrak? I’m sorry, but we really have to get her upstairs now.

‘You’ll be fine bucko, We won’t be fare okay?’

‘And remember we love you okay?’

‘I know dad, Pops, I love you too.’

When they wheel Alexa away in her hospital bag, the other losers wave at her from behind the glass door, sticking their thumbs up in good luck, while Alexa waves at them as best she can.

‘She’ll be okay’, Richie insists as he pulls Eddie close to him by the waist, pressing his nose in his hair to comfort himself.

‘I really hope so Rich, I’m scared.’

‘Don’t be Eds, she’s your kid, she’s so strong, this is just a minor setback. I love okay, we’ll get through this together.’

‘I love you too.’

Later, when Alexa is back in her room, falling asleep on her own this time, and Eddie watches Richie’s lanky from twist in half to rest his head on the bed, the rest of his body in an uncomfortable hospital chair just to be close to their daughter, he thanks whoever is listening that he got this family; He would never trade them for anything in the world.

He’s mumbling to the both of them, a stupid story about Richie and his childhood, because Alexa had once told him she slept best with some background noise. Twirling the same piece of hair over and over again, he presses another kiss to her head, thankful that’s okay. 

He nearly thinks of his mother, and how much he would have loved to see her face if she ever saw him like this. Gay, married, with a child and in a hospital. But then he banishes her to the back of his mind. She is not worth any ounce of his thoughts. 

 Alexa shifts in her sleep, relaxing into the movements, and Eddie can’t do anything but mumble out in pure adoration; ‘I promise, I’ll never be like my mom, I love you and your pops too much for that.’ 

[phobiadeficient]

Speeding bullet - scout being really braggy and boastful while 'trying' to get sniper into bed and when sniper finally agrees Scout is rlly fuckin insecure bc he didn't think it would work

scout tf2 all “ooh i got big dick energy” until he’s gotta get his dick out. ft. trans sniper because i fuckin feel like it

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It was only half-joking, yeah, but that still meant that half of it was a joke.

It mostly started as just… an extension of what Scout was already kind of doing. It had started on him trying to get Snioer to laugh, and when it turned out he liked doing that, he’d worked hard to dig up all sorts of material. Puns and lame dad jokes and stuff, mostly. Then when he’d run low on those, he moved on to cheesy pickup lines. Then eventually he moved on to just regular pickup lines, then it somehow morphed into straight up flirting.

Kissy faces at Sniper across the room when he was trying to focus on a different conversation and pretending he hadn’t been doing anything when the other person looked was one of them that he had fun with for a while. Offhandedly saying “hot” when Sniper did normal, regular things, because to be fair, Sniper was a real attractive dude. Sniper occasionally bopping him on the shoulder for a sassy remark, to which Scout would make a dramatic noise and go “harder” just to make Sniper blush. Casually calling Sniper “babe” or “hon” when he wasn’t really paying attention just to see him sputter a bit.

He didn’t think it was ever gonna go anywhere, not just on the basis of it mostly being a joke, but also because Sniper was wayyy out of Scout’s league, as far as he was concerned. Mysterious Australian marksman, tall and handsome, real sweet and awfully polite in a way that made him the exact kind of guy Scout would’ve wanted to bring home to his Ma back when he lived in Boston and was still trying to date for real.

And he knew Sniper was into dudes, had gathered as much when Sniper one day quietly murmured some remark about an ex-boyfriend and promptly tried to brush past it. But that didn’t necessarily mean he was into Scout.

But he liked the way Sniper’s mouth ticked up at the corner when he hit him with a really good pick up line. Liked the way Sniper would sometimes roll his eyes, sometimes flush, sometimes sputter and smack his shoulder. It was nice, the thing they had going. Friends, but better than coworker friends, but kind of different than friends. It was a weird dynamic they had going on.

They were in Scout’s room one day, playing checkers on the shitty little board Scout had picked up from a thrift store at some point and never gotten around to throwing away. Sitting across from each other with the board between them on Scout’s bed, Scout criss-cross and Sniper half-lounged against the wall.

Sniper finished off his last two pieces in a double jump, and Scout swore, having lost track of the piece responsible.

“You suck, dude,” Scout complained, picking up the pieces and stacking them with the rest of his own.

“Mate, you suck,” Sniper corrected.

“Only on weekends,” Scout shot back, only a second delayed, and winked. “But hey, I can make exceptions.”

“Is that right?” Sniper asked.

This was a new bit. Sniper didn’t usually push the joke forward, or prompt him for more. Scout rolled with it. “Yeah, man,” he laughed. “I can start taking walk-in appointments for a nice face.”

“How far do you schedule in advance?” Sniper asked next, raising an eyebrow.

“Not too busy these days,” Scout shrugged.

“Might be able to say you’re able to… squeeze someone in?” Sniper asked, and Scout’s heart hammered, even as he burst into laughter.

“Aw, fuck, that’s a good line. Jesus, I’m mad I didn’t think of that first,” he managed, and Sniper was smiling too, looked away after a second.

“Thanks, mate,” he replied, looking satisfied. He shifted, not looking back. “You’d think there’d be a waiting list a mile long.”

“Fuckin’ tell me about it,” Scout groaned, leaning back to get a bit more comfortable. “I mean, seriously. There’s like nobody out here. Unless I wanna dick down on some sand or whatever, I’m shit outta luck. And most of the people in town are way too old for me, and the people that ain’t are like, either taken or super weird or just not interested. And yeah, one or two are all clear, everything’s fine, but the second the word relationship crops up, poof, gone, smoke cloud, fuckin’ witness protection levels of disappeared. What’s a guy gotta do to get appreciated a little around here, y’know?”

Sniper nodded and hummed sympathetically. “Well, I’m sure there’s one or two people around who can tell a good thing when they see it,” he said, tilting his head.

“We talkin’ besides you?” Scout asked, grinning and starting to gesture at himself. “I mean, look at this, look at all’a this! No duh, I know you’ve got two workin’ eyes and at least a little bit of taste. Even if your food is fucked up and weird.”

Sniper rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Humble, are we?”

“What, am I supposed to be?” Scout asked, cheeky and unapologetic.

“It’s alright. It’s cute,” Sniper replied, glancing him up and down.

Scout flushed. The tables weren’t usually turned like this, and it was taking surprisingly little to fluster him. “Thanks,” was all he could think of. He cursed himself for not having a better line. “I mean, yeah. Of course I am. Uh, it is. Fuck.”

Sniper chuckled, and sat up. “Thought you usually hate it when people call you cute,” he pointed out, tilting his head back and forth to stretch his neck where he’d been sitting weird.

“I mean, it’s okay if it’s… you,” Scout said, words slowing as he realized how sappy that sounded. “I—I’d be okay with—“

He stammered a little, distracted by the visual of Sniper pulling off his shades, which he almost never did, and folding them up, setting them off to one side and fixing him with a look, eyes sharp and overwhelming now that they were uncovered and Scout was faced with the absolute brunt of them.

“—I mean I-I-I’d be okay with all sorts of things,” he said, a little desperate to turn the conversation back to their standard flirty jokes. He felt way out of his depth all of a sudden and it made him a little uncomfortable.

Then every muscle in Scout’s body froze as Sniper moved forward.

He knocked over their little stacks of checker chips with his knee, sending a few in a lazy topple down off the bed towards the floor, and a gentle push to Scout’s shoulder was all it took to make him fall back onto his back, and then Sniper was over him, on top of him, inside of his thigh against the outside of Scout’s propped up on his arms.

“What sorts of things?” Sniper prompted quietly.

Scout’s breath caught, staring up at Sniper with wide eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Sniper’s eyebrows started to furrow. “You awright, mate?” he asked gently.

“Yeah! Yeah, for sure,” Scout said right away, fumbling to try and find a good place to put his hands, settling on Sniper’s shoulders despite the awkward bend it put into his elbows between them.

“Are you… not ready, to…?” he started to ask next, trailing a little, and Scout was faced with a series of concepts. That Sniper thought their arrangement was one where Scout could be ready for this. That Sniper thought they had some kind of arrangement. That Sniper wanted him.

The last one buzzed around in his head hard enough that Scout didn’t even remember to respond.

“We can stop,” Sniper said next, and Scout fumbled for a good reply.

“No! No, I’m good. It’s good,” he said, trying to calm his hammering pulse.

Sniper sat up a little, glancing him up and down again. “It just seems like you’re nervous is all,” he said.

And he was, and he was sure his hands would be shaking if they weren’t holding on to Sniper’s shoulders. “I’m good,” he said anyways. “I just—I dunno what you, what you like, what you want.”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Sniper replied, and Scout had to fight hard not to jump at the feeling of Sniper trailing a hand down his side. “What do you want to do?”

Scout swallowed hard. “Can,” he started to ask, and he didn’t know how he could be reading this wrong but he was sure that he was, had to be, felt this was an insane thing to be able to request but Sniper had asked so he tried anyways, “can I touch you?”

Sniper shrugged, sitting up just slightly further, squaring his shoulders to open himself up. “Go ahead,” he prompted, and Scout did.

He managed to undo the buttons of Sniper’s shirt, pushing it down his shoulders a little ways before he realized he had an undershirt on and that it would need to go as well. A glance up at Sniper, and Sniper chuckled, sat back slightly, pulled off his shirt and undershirt both before he leaned back forward within range of Scout’s hands.

Scout traced across all the scars he could find with gentle fingers, trailing them momentarily over two large scars there at Sniper’s pecs. “How’d you get these?” he asked, glanced up at Sniper.

Sniper frowned. “Mate, I’ve told you already,” he said quietly, and Scout took a good few moments to realize what Sniper meant, then looked down again with wide eyes.

Somehow the words “top surgery” hadn’t brought him the mental image of big, wide scars. Suddenly he was all the more impressed with Sniper. “Oh yeah,” he said, tracing over them again. “Huh.”

Sniper fixed him with a befuddled smile, the sort of fond “are you serious, how’d you forget that?” look he tended to get from people who actually liked him, and Scout could only smile back sheepishly. Finally Sniper rolled his eyes and plucked on Scout’s shirt. “Planning on ever taking this off?” he asked, and Scout quickly nodded, trying to wrestle himself free of the shirt as fast as he could. “Easy, mate. No time limit, here.”

“I know!” Scout said a little defensively, finally getting the shirt off over his head, and Sniper smoothed down the hair on one side of his head where it was probably sticking up and looking dumb.

God, he probably looked so dumb. There lying beneath a big, cool guy like Sniper, all… scrawny and already flushing and not a single cool scar to speak of—

“Mate, it’s alright if you’re nervous,” Sniper said, worry increasing.

“No I’m not nervous why would I be nervous I’m totally cool,” Scout said all in a rush.

Sniper raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“I mean, maybe a little a little nervous, but just because I—“ And he realized it in the same moment he fished through his head for an excuse. “I just don’t have anything to… y’know, stuff we might need.”

Sniper stared, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I don’t have any condoms or anything on me,” Scout finally admitted, surely flushed down to his chest.

Sniper’s lips parted around a silent “oh”, and he nodded. “Awright. Well, that’s fine, still plenty we can do,” he decided aloud after a second. “How’s about I tug you off, you do the same for me?”

Scout didn’t know how he was in a situation where it was acceptable to ask the thing he blurted a second later, but thank god that he was. “Can I go down on you?” he asked, not entirely sure what words he would use in the specific and not wanting to be super rude and ask.

Sniper laughed, grinning. “Sure, mate. If you want,” he nodded. Another look up and down. “Mind if I get you off first, though? I’ll admit, I’ve, er, been looking forward to the chance a bit.”

“Go ahead,” Scout said weakly, and Sniper’s grin widened, and he moved to work Scout’s pants open in simple, confident motions.

It was a little embarrassing that he was so hard already, and he had to look away from Sniper, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. Sniper hummed, and then spit into his hand, and then he was jacking Scout off, steady and nice.

“How’s that?” he prompted softly into Scout’s collarbone when all Scout did for a while was pant and gasp quietly.

“S’good,” he managed, voice shaky. “Real good. Real fuckin’ good.”

So good that he felt a moan rising up in his chest and pressed his hand against his mouth, biting down on the meaty part of his palm to try to stifle it.

“Oh, no,” Sniper chided, voice a growl, taking Scout’s wrist and pinning it just to one side of him, grinning. “I wanna hear you.”

Scout started to protest, but then Sniper squeezed nice nice nice over the head and it made his lashes flutter, his back arch, his mouth fall open in a gasp trailed by a moan, and his face was absolutely on fire.

“There’s a beauty,” Sniper purred, and pulled his hand back to spit in it a second time before he returned, picking up speed and apparently greatly enjoying the way Scout squirmed, the noises that rose up in his throat. “There you go. Nice, aren’t it?”

“Yeah,” Scout agreed, and he wished he could shut up, wished he could shut his big fuckin’ mouth for a minute before he embarrassed himself, but he couldn’t, could only whimper out praises and pleads as Sniper drew him closer to, and finally over, the edge, heralded by a weak groan and Sniper’s name.

He came back down to earth to the feeling of lips and stubble against his cheek, his jaw. Scout blindly fumbled with his newly-freed hand towards his dresser, managing to find the tissues and mop himself off, still flushed, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Cute,” Sniper hummed, looking down at him, and Scout groaned, head falling back for a second to finish collecting himself.

“Uh,” he tried to say, blinked once or twice, looked at Sniper. “Hey, let me hit you with somethin’ real quick.”

“Mm?” Sniper asked, mildly intrigued.

“How about you, uh.” And usually he was so much smoother, way cooler, but Sniper had him frazzled in a way that most people didn’t, not even that really hot guy he met the year after he graduated, the one with the leather jacket and the cologne that made him practically lightheaded. He fumbled for a way to phrase it that was hot, but couldn’t seem to find anything, and just sighed, spitting it out and cutting the bullshit. “How about you sit on my face?”

Because in a cursory glance, he’d noticed that while Sniper was smiling, movements languid and smooth in a way that meant he was very much into the proceedings, he didn’t seem to have a bulge in his pants, there being no hardness to speak of when he ground his hips forward into Scout’s thigh. And apparently he’d made the right call, because Sniper  chuckled and agreed.

And to be honest, he didn’t remember much after that. It was mostly a haze, movement and heat, Sniper’s husky voice dripping into his ears much in the same way that slickness dropped down Scout’s chin and cheeks. All he knew was that Sniper was gorgeous, and seemed to like what Scout could do with his mouth—and damn right he did, he had enough experience that he would be a little insulted otherwise. All he knew was that halfway through he found himself outright hard again, and wound up jerking himself off desperately with his free even as he continued trying to wring noises out of Sniper with mouth and fingers, muffled groans escaping him as Sniper decided to tease him about it in that low raspy voice he was starting to get addicted to.

Sniper finished first, and the rush he got feeling Sniper’s legs close right around his head drove him over the edge, bucking and making Sniper roll forward slightly and prolonging things for him.

And finally Sniper was leaning up onto his knees, reaching for the same tissues Scout had gone for earlier and laughing at the picture Scout made. His hair was all stuck up on one side again, he was pretty sure, and his face was red and shiny with wetness, lips swollen and parted as he panted, staring up at Sniper with bright eyes.

“We gotta do this again some time,” Scout said before Sniper was even done wiping himself down.

And Sniper laughed. “Sure, mate. Any day of the week.”

[fmdjaewonarchive]

hi there folks, excuse my flakey activity i’m currently in the middle of taking exams which means i’m asleep 70% of the time and studying the other 30%. regardless, i would love to get some event stuff going for jaewon/yuanjun/minah/yena so i’m just gonna leave some real vague directions and ideas i had in mind below the cut (but truly, i’m down for anything). as usual, just like this post if you wanna plot or feel free to hmu on d*sc*rd: goth gf kim minji#5703 . 

jaewon: 

jaewon has been needing a break for the past... 7? 8? months at this point so bless it’s finally here this bitch rlly need to do some (initial wary) self care and i’d love to have ppl drag him into some healing activities and eventho he complains at first it def shows to work like... 5 minutes in. think hikes, spa, meditation, anything and everything that comes to mind rlly. this bitch just needs to take care of himself for 5 seconds.

parental death tw // i don't think this is very known information but jaewon has an INCREDIBLY reluctancy towards camping, it’s something he used to do w/ his parents when he was younger before they passed and they’re some of the most direct memories he still has of them so he kinda just, doesn’t touch upon that. i’d love to have someone who’s just like ok but u can’t pass this opportunity up tho and convinces him to go camping one of the nights. we love friends who encourage healthy development in jaewon!!!

god the other two plots r so serious but also i’d laugh my ass off at someone taking a coffee brewing class w/ jaewon, just cuz he inhales coffee like it’s his sole driving force. see, sometimes i offer fun plots.

yuanjun:

 first things first. who signed off on letting yuanjun near any place that has a climbing wall? that’s a safety hazard in itself. i’d love to do a thread centered around that, whether they’re hyping this idiot up or are generally concerned for his wellbeing, i’m here for it.

also a failed attempt at taking yuanjun to meditate. like we all know this kid doesn’t have the attention span for this, neither can he keep his trap shut that long. anyone down to get kicked out of a meditation class with him? 

maybe someone go hiking with him? we all know he’d be bouncing along the hiking trail, it’d be a good way for him to blow off some steam and get some off that energy out of his system. warning: be aware they might probably have to remind his annoying bitchass to for the love of god, just stay on the trial. little red riding hood is quaking under yuanjuns stupidity truly. 

the open mic night could be iconic. whether it’s just them (playfully, w due respect for everyone) judging the performances or them having a performance of their own i’m here for it (just saying,,,, yuanjun lalalay cover or a wish cover... iconic, showstopping, never done before, we love to see it, i’m speaking it into existence)

yena: 

we know miss nam yena is not here to be on a journey to self-discovery. that would be entirely too functional of her for once. if anything, she’s just gonna be making a lot of backhanded comments ab how the companies downgraded going from hawaii last year to some secluded gangwon resort in the mountains somewhere. someone indulge her, shit talking can be a healing activity too no?

i’m not saying yena smuggled alcohol in BUT yeah no that’s definitely what i���m saying. bold of you to assume she’d stay sober for 3 days in a row. either way, if someone wants some of that, hit her up, y’all know where to find her, sharing is caring and all that. (concretly she’s probably casually spiking her drink and those of anyone that wants some at the bonfire, just saying)

but for real, most of this yena is gonna spend by the poolside looking cute, maybe getting a nice spa day or a massage in, just doing as little as possible, you know how it is. that’s not a lot to work with but if anyone else is looking forward to doin as little as possible pls let me know.

minah:

first things first, i’d love to have someone take one of those cooking classes w/ minah, whether they both share an interest in cooking or maybe they are very prone to sticking around minah’s place for dinner usually and minah thinks it will be good for them to learn some skill of their own, either way could be really fun. 

secondly maybe someone to take a yoga/aerial yoga class with her? whether minah dragged them into or they genuinely thought it was fun. i’m not saying this idea is sponsored by the image of jung eunji in a sports bra and sports leggings but... that’s exactly it, oops.

last one honestly this whole retreat is such a lovely setting for a good heart to heart conversation, i’d love a good conversation out on the terrace in the evening or something like that, be it due to past bad blood between them or even just them talking over personal matters of their own. just ah, some nice bonding

all:

all 4 of them jaewon, minah & yena also still need roommates and honestly i’m down for all kinds of dynamics, people who don't like each other rooming, people who do get along rooming, people who rlly don't know each other that well rooming getting to know each other, anything

but also like i said i’m down for anything so if you have an idea feel free to toss it my way or if you have a post of your own PLEASE let me know and i’ll gladly read that over too!!!

[joyxsoul]

han jisung as ur boyfriend

-lmao there’s so many of these, but here’s another !! (highschool au rlly lol)

-okay, so u two met at school in ur senior year. he was a class clown type, always making jokes, being loud with his friends annoying every one of his teachers along the way.

-bUt, you made him soft !! like the instant he saw you, a little smile was on his face, making his friends (especially his best friend Felix) tease lil jisung, wondering who, or what could have made him this flustered

-i mean, he stopped talking for a full two hours after he saw you, your power

-anyways !!

-you had a couple of classes together, being history and english, and jisung just loved to watch you whenever there was free time between lectures

-it sounds hella creepy (it kinda was), but the way you scrunched your nose when you were concentrated, or your smirk when you finally figured something out or finished a project made his heart jump in his chest

-you were making THE han jisung shut up

-(like i said, your power :3)

-eventually, he grew the courage to talk to you (which included a pep talk from all of his closest friends, making him stand in front of the mirror and scream, “YOU ARE THE SHIT !!”)

-his tactic was to start with a pick-up line, a very classy, “on a scale of one to america, how free are you tonight ?” 

-hyunjin cringed listening to that one, seungmin was sure jisung had blew it and was gonna beat his ass after

-you were a bit surprised; you two weren’t in the same friend group and you hadn’t been seated together at any point

-but you DEFINITELY knew who he was bc who in this school didn’t know his group (a weird combination of crackheads, intellects, and stoners)

-i’ll let you decide who the stoners are in skz ;)

-being as easygoing as you were, you just laughed, responding with “are you from tennessee ? because you’re the only ten i see”

-jisung thought he was going to piss his pants he was so nervous 

-glad that he hadn’t completely ruined his image in front of you, he pulled out the empty chair beside you and struck up a conversation, most likely something related to the substitute asleep at the teacher’s desk

- you guys began to talk more often, working together on various projects, “studying” in the library (all it was was him pointing out random people in a textbook and saying, ‘that’s you’), and sitting together at lunch

-one night, he was facetiming you about homework for your history class. it was probably around 10 pm, and he spent most of the call complaining about how the pizza place messed up his order and gave him pepperoni instead of cheese 

-he had this gray hoodie on; he looked so tired and you constantly fussed over how he should get some more sleep, but he looked so cute in-

-wait did you just call him cute

-you couldn’t lie, jisung was attractive; his almond shaped eyes, his heart shaped mouth, his fluffy long hair, how his nickname was ‘quokka’ due to his face and his personality, how he texted you every morning and night, the way he said your name-

- “y/n ? is something wrong ? stop staring at my face.”

-oh shit you have a crush on han jisung

- “i told you to stop staring !! what, you have a crush on me or something ?” you shook yourself out of it, staring at him through the screen with wide eyes

-he was playing with the strings of his hoodie, his hair being messy with all the times he ran his hand through it. it was a habit you always rolled your eyes at; he’d obviously spend time in the mornings to make it look nice, only for him to ruin in ten minutes into talking about the cold war

-your other friends (wendy and lucas in particular) always teased you about your relationship with jisung

-”DO YOU SEE THOSE PUPPY EYES ?? LOOK AT HIM STARING AT YOU! !”

-”lucas please shut up.”

-but when you did look, jisung was staring at you, his smoothie straw hanging out of his mouth

-you couldn’t help but laugh at how dumb he looked

-and wow, you almost thought you saw his cheeks turn pink when you giggled 

“i know i wasn’t the only one who saw that.” lucas was looking like he was going to cry, wendy just looked fed up

-you didn’t know when your crush on him started. in those seconds of silence where you and jisung were just ogling at each other through the phone camera, you reflected on where it could’ve all gone wrong

-was it the time he held your hand when he was walking you home when an older man got too close for your liking ? or was it the time you were hanging out at his house and he fell asleep on your lap, only to smile in his sleep when you began running your fingers through his hair ? or was it the time when you two went out for boba tea when the waitress said you were a cute couple, only for him to smile and say, “thank you.”

“..y/n ?”

-”jisung, i have a crush on you.”

-silence

-pure silence

-oh my god, you messed everything up. the screen had gone black, you didn’t hear anything. building up your courage, you actually saw that he had hung up the phone, the numbers taunting you. 

-call ended  2:29

-you didn’t know what to do. your body felt numb, all sounds muted. you could only focus on a car passing by, a bird flying against the wind, the soft raindrops against the window.

-what are you supposed to do ? you had just lost the one person who you cared about the most. you two had known each other for a little over two months, but you'd already grown extremely close. you told him everything, he trusted you.

-and you fucked up a perfect, amazing friendship.

-the rain was getting heavier now, but you didn’t mind. it was always comforting to listen to, especially when you felt upset. your parents weren’t home until sunday, and as it was a saturday night, you had plenty of time to cry it out.

-”Y/N !!”

-god, you were going crazy, you swore you just heard jisung’s voice

-”Y/N !! PLEASE LET ME IN ITS RAINING AND I’M TIRED”

-dumbfounded, you looked out your bedroom window to find jisung, still wearing his gray hoodie, a little drenched, with pebbles in his hand

-oh wow he rlly went full rom com with this one

-rushing downstairs, you pulled open the front door, only to be attacked by a hug from jisung, giggling to himself in glee

- “i got here as fast as i could, i need you.” with that, he pressed his lips against yours, still wet from the rain. he smiled into it, letting out a chuckle when you kissed him back. you pulled away quickly though, the blush on your cheeks turning into a full on tomato. jisung pouted, you poking his face as he flushed pink

- “in case you couldn't tell, i like you too. thought it was obvious.” he elbowed you, leading you up to your room while muttering “this isn’t real, this isn’t real”

-”you sleepy ?” you asked, making room for him on the bed. he just nodded, saying the homework could wait

-it was a little past midnight, and all you wanted to do was sleep. you climbed in, turning off all the lights, feeling jisung’s arms snake around your waist. he put his head into your neck, humming a song that wasn't familiar. just feeling his breath on your neck was making you drift off

- “goodnight sunshine, i’ll see you in the morning.” he placed a lazy kiss on your cheek, and drifted off.

-when it came to you two actually dating, no one was surprised (except mark, but he was oblivious at the best of times). the rest of skz couldn’t care less about what you looked like; they all knew how happy you made jisung and really, that’s all that matters

-jisung was always clingy, but dating him made it worse. he was always nearby, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to play with your fingers; basically any excuse to touch you. if you don’t like pda, he would definitely respect that, it made all those moments you shared with him that much more special

-he always had a nickname for you, but ever since you had first met, ‘sunshine’ had stuck. you never knew why, but jisung just thought you glowed, even at 3 pm on a school day or 7 am on a weekend because wow he loves you

-more than anything, he loved when you played with his hair, whether you were just touching it, or running your hands through it

-he might have liked it a bit too much, but uh you were not ready to venture down that path

-jisung would also spray his cologne on all of the hoodies he gave you because he knows how much you love it

-you have SO MANY OF HIS HOODIES IN YOUR HOME

-it’s not funny

-you keep telling him to take them back, but he doesn’t want them ?? “cooties bro. can’t.”

-you aren’t complaining, they’re comfy >:((

-jisung teases the ShiT oUt OF yOU

-like one day you came into class with your friend acting cute in an attempt to steal some of her hot cheetos

-only to have HEADASS just stare at you blankly, exclaiming “you look mentally unstable” while he laughed at you

-this along with doing middle school boy shit

-i’m talking taking your notebook and hiding it in another spot of the classroom, scaring you in the hallway, making you pull worksheets out of his hands while he passed them out

-think of ANYTHING that gives off middle school boy energy, he’s done it

-as annoying as he is

-he loves you. a lot. like, his main goal in your relationship is to make sure you’re happy with him, that you aren’t going to leave him because he isn’t putting the effort in

-you keep assuring him you love him, that you’d never do that to him. but no matter how many times he nods, or smiles

-there’s uncertainty in his eyes. because of that, he always assures you how beautiful you are, stays up all night if he has to when you pull an all nighter to study, gives you all the hoodies he can provide

-not only because he feels like he has to, but he’d do anything to see you happy; no matter how tired he feels 

-it breaks his heart to see you upset

-one day, you had gotten a test back while hanging out at jisung’s house, trying to help him study. you opened your score and your heart dropped. a 59%. that’s the worst you’d ever done. you had stayed up multiple nights to study, putting off your own personal needs in order to success

-it wasn’t enough. and that hurt

-jisung saw you start to cry and he  f r e a k e d

-oh god, his precious sunshine was crying and he didn’t know what to do

-he fumbled for a bit, saying, “it’s going to be okay !! it’s just one grade !!” only for you to cry harder and him to freak out even more

-eventually, he just hugged you from behind, laying you down on the couch. you were shaking so bad and it was making jisung tear up; he really hated seeing you like this 

-he knew talking wouldn't help, so he let you cry, wiping away your tears and rubbing small circles into your back. 

-”you’re okay sunshine, just hold onto me.” you always thought you didn’t deserve someone like him. someone so loving, so supportive. 

-but you love him. you’ve never loved someone like him; how dumb he sounded but always gave the best advice, always teasing you at any time during the day but shows up in front of your door with flowers just because

-and so when he sings “i smile” while caressing your cheek, you know there’s no place you’d rather be. in his arms, the vibration of his voice lulling you to sleep and just how warm he was

-and when you got to see him perform with the rest of his rapping group, your eyes just couldn’t leave him. his charisma, his confidence, how he’d always wink at you when he spotted you in the crowd. he was truly ethereal there, almost angelic in whatever he wore, because look at him

-almost nothing was better than seeing him backstage after a show to see him; him smirking when he’d pull you into his arms still sweaty when he’d whisper “missed you babydoll”

-no matter how much he’d nag you for staying up too late and not putting enough time into yourself, and no matter how much you’d nag him for not eating enough, you wouldn’t trade each other for the moon and all of her stars

-if soulmates existed, you were lucky enough to find yours in a shitty high school at 9:40 a.m. with a cheesy pick-up line

-but you wouldn’t have it any other way

AGHHHHH i really hope everyone liked this ?? ugh, it feels so rushed, but it’s really late here, so i hope i did sungie justice :((

[edsbev]

I want to drink more of that domestic reddie juice

omg ok imagine richie and eddie moving into an apartment together. like theyve JUST moved in and havent rlly gotten any furniture yet, or unpacked anything. so on their first night there they eat dinner on paper plates, sitting on cushions on the lounge-room floor

eddie has his legs hooked over richies and has barely touched his pizza, bc hes chattering on and on and on abt what he plans to do w the apartment. 

“we’ll put a couch here and the tv there…oh and we should get an armchair. like one of those rlly comfy ones that recline. i’d sit in it all day like an old man. or like those old ladies that just knit all day. do u reckon knitting’s hard? it looks boring as hell.” 

richies just eating his pizza and watching him. quiet for once his loudmouthed life. a fond smile on his face. 

“…do u think we could, rich?” eddie asks, onto a completely different topic now. 

“oh, uh. sure, babe,” richie replies, hadnt been listening. just kinda zoned out as he thought abt his cute his bf was. eddie gives him a little frown, and now its reached the point where hes so cute that richie cant control himself anymore, and he leans over and presses little kisses over eddies face until eddies laughing and complaining abt his pepperoni pizza breath 

each of the losers offer to let richie and eddie stay over that night, considering rich n eds dont actually have a bed in their apartment yet, but theyre both just so excited abt their new place that they sleep in sleeping bags on the living room floor. 

eddie gets cold during the night and ends up wriggling into richies sleeping bag with him. and its so snug that they have to basically be all wrapped up in each other to fit. 

“ur feet are cold,” grumbles a barely-awake richie, his only complaint as eddie shuffles in beside him. 

“my everythings cold,” eddie replies, cuddling into richies chest. richie immediately lifts up an arm to accommodate him, wrapping it around eddies waist. “ur my heater. make me warm.” 

“oh. is that all im good for is it?” riches mumbles, teasing, eyes still closed. but he captures eddies cold feet between his legs to warm them up. 

as they begin to move in a bit more, half unpacked boxes everywhere, a mattress now on their bedroom floor, furniture in the lounge-room, theyre able to actually make dinner for themselves. and not just eat pizza on the floor every night

they have an oven !!! a whole oven !!! and one night, while somethings cooking away in it, music crooning from an old second hand radio amongst all the clutter on the kitchen counters, richie lifts eddie up onto the kitchen bench and they kiss softly while they wait for their food

richie has his hands, which are stained in white paint bc they’d be painting the bathroom, running up eddies thighs. while eddie has his hands, also covered in paint, hooked at the wrists behind richies neck. 

the kiss is slow and lazy and languid. richie runs his hands up to eddies hips and pull them flush against his own. kisses down eddies neck, humming along to the song against his skin

theyre happy. content. until they smell smoke. 

their foods burning

“richie, the oven!!” eddie yelps

“the house is burning down!!” richie yells dramatically, ignoring him. he lifts eddie over his shoulder and races down the hall. “i’ll save you my love!!!” 

eddie tries to tell him to stop fucking around, but hes too busy laughing

(the food is so burnt its inedible)

richie calls out ‘honey, im home!!’ every time he enters the front door. eddie sometimes yells back “well, leave” or “no one asked” but hes also gotten into the habit of saying it too (mostly bc it makes richie laugh so much)

an image: a soft, sleepy morning, where they both have to get up early. and stumble down to the bathroom, where they stand in front of the sink, in their pyjamas, hair ruffled and eyes bleary, leaning against each other for support as they brush their teeth

the apartment allows pets and so like within two weeks of moving in they adopt a fat orange cat that richie names gnocchi (bc apparently thats his second fave pasta dish after spaghetti)

she loves both of them and sleeps on their bed every night, but gnocchi (or ‘nocs’ for short. its the last time eddies letting richie name anything), has a v special connection w eddie. and follows him around the house while hes doing chores. or cleans herself on the bathroom floor while hes showering. and sits on his lap while hes lounging around watching tv. 

sometimes eddie just carries her around like a baby, and when richie walks thru the front door w his whole ‘honey im home’ shtick, eddies goes up to meet him, and he reaches up to give richie a kiss with her held in his arms between them

richie tells eddie off for spoiling her, because sometimes eddie will sneak gnocchi food under the table at dinner

but richie spoils her too. he spoils both of them. like once he came home late at night after hanging out w bill. and he found eddie asleep on the couch with gnocchi asleep on his lap.

and instead of waking eddie and telling him to go to bed, or taking the cat off his lap, richie just scoops eddie up his arms bridal style, with gnocchi still balanced carefully on eddies stomach

and he walks them down to their bedroom very cautiously and slowly, so as not to wake either of them. and sets eddie down onto the bed on the back, so the cat can keep sleeping on his stomach. 

richie has to give up a night of being able to spoon eddie, but its worth it, seeing how peaceful eddie n his cat are. 

(richie also might serve gnocchi her own lil bowl of icecream as she sits next to him on the couch on the nights hes home by himself, eating a bunch of junk food and watching movies) (but dont tell eddie that)

[vanstae-remade]

things i love abt taehyung 💌

all his beauty marks !!

his one double lid 

the fact he’s a lightweight 

his love for dogs and children

he can play the saxophone 

he loves photography and art 

actor!tae

he listens to classical music to fall asleep

he uses stress relieving chamomile + lavender scented lotion as perfume

he facetimes with his dog 

big !!! frickin !!!! hands !!!!

soft thighs 

baby belly :(((((

his chubby round cheeks ... good

his eyes are super glossy and big, he basically has two moons for eyeballs

signature tae looks (masks, berets, snapbacks, glasses, ect.)

his gucci obsession and appreciation for high fashion 

his (fake?) short lived choppy bangs 

how he’s always hyping up the other members 

he gives up acne updates ifjrofkrof

that time he danced in heels 

that other time he belly danced 

how he always raps along to the cyphers and practically idolizes rap line

he bought jimin a 1.1k gucci sweater for his birthday 

his eyebrows are fucking godly 

his beyond gorgeous tan skin, unbleached photos are a gift 

mr model man kim taehyung 

LONG ASS LASHES 

when he’s eating his eyes grow three sizes and he looks like a lil kid :(

that time he asked for pasta, my heart imploded 

how he almost refuses to wear tight fitting clothing, opting for baggy and oversized articles 

his nails ? pretty

his nose ? kissable 

his collar bones are rlly nice :/

he’s actually a clumsy baby

how he’s the friendliest person on this entire planet, nobody can resist him and he easily makes friends with anyone to walk his way

his baritone voice is so nice and rich and deep

he makes you feel something when he’s singing, he can provide emotion to the song and give off the vibe without needing any lyrics 

he’s so animated when he speaks !!! always talking with his hands and moving his brows and thinking of what to say next 

his facial expressions when he’s dancing are the best, you’re always entertained 

how he can go from soft to hard in 0.003 seconds 

his long leggy legs 

he likes pineapple pizza 

bandana’s make him instantly hotter 

side profile of an angel

all his features are so soft yet defined at the same time 

how he can’t keep his tongue in his mouth

king of hair colors 

he used a neck tie as a bandana 

how he gets clingy in his sleep :((((

he likes romance and animated films 

also his anime obsession in general is cute

his boxy smile that can steal anyones heart 

he’s a human golden retriever 

he tries to look like a french art student and i adore it

he’s so FULL of love :((( he loves everyone so much :((((((

the fact he wore purple socks in the danger dance practice 

bonus points for him being a capricorn

he wore an lgbt pride jersey !!!!

his solo song !!!

4 o’clock !!!!!!!

he stripped for jimin on a vlive once 

that time he drew leashes on all the members 

the fact he bloody adores his fan boys 

he threatened to release jimin’s nudes 

he wrote and composed hold me tight aka a masterpiece 

he’s afraid of bees oh my god he’s so precious 

he puts ramen packets on mcdonalds ....

he chose v to be his stage name bc it stands for victory 

the story of maknae line’s first night together eiofjrpoefkrf

he wants a big ol family 

he’s always trying to improve his english and when namjoon said he did good and that he’s a good student you see how happy it makes him 

when u see pics of him smiling u can already hear his laugh in ur head

he sometimes looks like he’s wearing nude lipstick 

he’s so shamelessly himself 

he did the pineapple apple pen dance in public

he mispronounced saxophonist

his music taste is so developed and unique 

when he squishes his cheeks 

his selfie sets !!!!

he’s a flirt alright 

he told off a highschool student for calling his taehyungie

how he was just chillin during run ep 24

he tries so hard to be poetic and thoughtful with his words 

there’s so many layers to him and you’re constantly finding out new things about him

how he gets when he shares his interest and deeper personality with us

just how he carries himself through life and the image he tries to project to us 

god i literally love every single about him from head to toe, inside and out and he truly deserves the whole entire world 🤢💝

[jimlingss]

FuCkInG jIMLINGSSSS!!!! YOU DID THAT!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH AYSKTSKGSNFZNGZNFSKTD I'M CURRENTLY ON THE SUBWAY SO I CAN'T OUTWARDLY FREAK OUT AS MUCH AS I WANT TO ABOUT THIS I AM D Y I N G OHMYGOD AS SOON AS I READ THIS I'M GONNA BE ON👏THE👏FLOOR👏 JESUS CHRIST!!!!!!! I'M BOUTTA REREAD THE 1ST 2 CHAPTERS SO I COULD APPRECIATE THIS IN ALL OF IT'S GLORY AHHH NO WARNING EITHER!!!! (which was probably the best way because i am s h o c k e d, i 10000% was not expecting that rn aldjfjsk i love surprises!!)

[Potential Spoilers Below]

You are literally so sweet! I really don’t know what I would do without you and your messages :’) Your encouragement is my gasoline, I swear.

myjeansareonfire said:JIMLINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I WANNA CRY WHY AM I SUCH AN EMOTIONAL BEAN?!?!?!?!?!?!? ESPECIALLY SEEING THAT PICTURE OF THEM AT THE END BEFORE THE EPILOGUE AKDJDHEKSKDBSNAJ I'M D E A D AHHH JIMINGS!!! 😭😭😭😭 Damn, what can i even say? You've rendered me speechless, speechless!!!!!!!!! This.. Has probably got to be my.. Third or fourth favorite thing you've ever written. Definitely in the top 5! Yes you have other writing that's more eloquent & beautiful & well thought out & descriptive but (1/11)

oh wow. one of your top favourites? You know, I would try to be surprised but I’m not cause it was also one of the funnest things I’ve ever written haha. I was laughing and hollering while writing and that never happens. It also wasn’t a struggle to edit and I wrote it in record time. Honestly, who knew the fic would work out considering I did 0 planning and pulled all of it out of my ass. rofl.

ahhh the character's relationships!! Just, the comedy!! The tension!! The originality of the personality created for each member! The heart warming parts! How despite the fact that it is labeled a crack fic, yoongi's always keeping it real!! 😭😭 ahh i literally can't imagine how he went through all he went through & endured all that he endured, he really really /really/ had to be in love with y/n, & that had to have been from the beginning! There's so much he'd put up w/even before y/n (2/11)

knew he was a boy like ahh & HOW IS Y/N SO DENSE?? LIKE??? I JUST WANTED TO SHAKE HER & YELL IN HER FACE AND BE LIKE Y O O N G I F U C K I N G L I K E S Y O U THIS BOY IS IN L O V E WITH YOU!!! Every time jimin came into the picture and she was like HERE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE i was like uhmm?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Really, girl?? It's gon be like that?? Gah! So frustrating T_T she's testosterone has been... Such a great fic. Definitely worth the wait!!! I would've waited even longer for this! :D (3/11)

you could've dropped this in 2019 & i still would've been like yES OH BOY HERE WE GOOOOO asdfghjkl. She's testosterone... Is like a Perfect™ fic. It's so funny it makes you wanna piss yourself. The second hand embarrassment is so bad you have to hide your face because you're turning beat red too! (Is that you you spell beat?! Beet???) The fluff parts are so /good/ whenever they happen you're just like yES!!! It's like, you know when you're reading something, and there's these 2 characters (4/11)

Frankly, She’s Testosterone is the best comedy I’ve ever been able to do haha my sense of humour can’t get any better than that in writing. I also realllllly despise reading dense characters cause I want to scream like you ‘ARE YOU BLIND?!’ but it was actually really amusing being on the writing side of it. I’ve never written a dense character before - (hint, hint) in one of my future fics they’ll be another slightly dense OC but that’s to come :3

also I think it’s beet red? hahaha omg I’m always afraid that my fluff is cringey but whelp it’s good for the ‘crackness’ of the fic.

you really like and something is like about to Happen™ and you're like DEAR LORD IT'D BE SO FREAKEN GREAT IF [BLANK] HAPPENS and then BAM!!!! you make it happen!!! It's like you've read the reader's mind and then as you were reading their mind you wrote it! Lmao! You gave us everything we could've wanted 😭😭😭 this fic is like everyone's guilty pleasure there's no holding back, you've indulged us with all our wildest dreams ;-; (5/11)

This fic is everything i ever could've asked for& everything i didn't even think about asking for😭& listen idk if this is a latino thing but i love that approval from the parents!! It really warms my heart!! Gah! &the way yoongi was so ready in his nice white button down & nice pants & waxed hair!! That boy was dressed to impress! & i LOVED HOW Y/N'S PARENTS WERE JUST LIKE HER AKDJSHS YOU COULD SEE EXACTLY WHERE HER PERSONALITY CAME FROM😭😭i'm not gonna lie her dad made me rlly emotional(6/11)

like wow what a nice dad ;~; anD HOSEOK'S CHARACTER I LITERALLY LOVED HIM SO MUCH he was so funny!!!!!!! I could feel his passion! Everytime those tears started falling i was like yes👏ho👏seok👏 let it all out boy! 😭👏🙏🙌 i love passionate people! 😂 even if they're ridiculously passionate ajdhsk passion is good! & jin's character! Loved how he was like this untouchable conceited person but after finding y/n crying we pretty much saw he's as much of a weirdo as everyone else 😂(7/11) 

jimin was too much for me tbh i was like boy wHERE IS YOUR DOWNFALL?! (tho that ending was hella cute he really is too pure for this world) and namJOOOOOOOOOOON my boy!! I love namjoon so much ajdkdjg and his character in this story had me on the flooooor he was like the exact opposite of how people usually write him! And i loved it!!! Okay moving on to jungkook that boooooyyy every time he spoke i just glared at him in my head and face palmed he was so sHy such a smol shy bean stop acting(8/11)

Your message is making my heart so warm. If you also notice through my writing, most of the parents (aside from The Wicked Witch) are really nice, approving parents. I do that because of 2 reasons. #1 - ‘The parents trying to rip the kids apart’ trope really pisses me off hahahaha I get so upset and angry as the reader/audience so I never write it. #2 - My own parents would never be so accepting so at least the parents of my characters can be nicer ahaha.

The image of Yoongi dressing up for her parents that you described is exactly like that. I also intentionally tried to make her parents similar to her, give the family the ‘silly village idiot’ vibe haha. Also, writing Jin’s character was one of the biggest things I struggled with since I didn’t know what to basis it off of and I had to go back to watch the vapp episode, I managed in the end though and I’m glad you liked him :3

Oh Jimin....I have no words for him as the writer lol. AND YES NAMJOON! He is my favourite character in the fic by far. Everyone writes him as smart or philosophical, sometimes a sly ‘daddy’ playboy/fratboy but I never knew it would be so hilarious to write him as a complete idiot. Honestly, I might write a fic like that later in the future hahahahahhaha.

like you don't care everyone can see through your act! & OKAY THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT(well kind of)but i'm not a big shipper between the members, & consequently i don't read a lot of mxm fics but my friend is like OBSESSED with taekook & recently she's been sending me a lot of domestic taekook fics & i read them & love them all cuz they're just so cute!! 😭😭 domestic things in general really pull at my heart strings ;-; so THAT BIT OF IMPLIED TAEKOOK FEELS AT THE END really hit me!! 😭(9/11)

right in my corazon ;-; also, i /totally/ wholeheartedly shipped tae and y/n for like a solid five minutes and i was like LET THEM END UP TOGETHER OR LET /SOMETHING/ HAPPEN but then yoongi swooped back in and i was fully loyal to my y/n x yoongi feels. IDK IF YOU CAN TELL but i really freaking loved and enjoyed this fic, and i know it's gonna be one of those fics that i go back and reread over and over again. This fic had me cringing, laughing, (10/11)

Ah, personally I’m okay with shipping (pretty neutral towards it) but yeah, I don’t read too many mxm fics either. There’s a reason I threw it in. BECAUSE I WAS EXACTLY LIKE YOU! I was writing Tae and the OC and it was supposed to be a way where Yoongi would get lowkey jealous but as I was writing, I thought....wow the OC and Tae are kind of cute together....they should like end up together and then I was like NOOOOO THAT’S NOT PART OF THE PLAN! It broke my heart to make Tae end up by himself so I was thinking about the other characters and I thought Jungkook was the perfect fit, despite their characters being very odd with each other haha.

slapping knees, burying my face into pillows screaming, squealing, & had me making my family thoroughly question my sanity! I want to say that i'm sad that it's over, but i don't think i am! At least not right now 😂 i'm on a reading high, & that was great! Later i'll probably be wishing i could indulge in their adventures forevermore, but for now, i am very, very happy & content with this perfect piece of writing :') bless you, jimlings! & Thank you so so much for sharing this with us!❤(11/11)

Thank you so much. Your message has made my heart warm. I hope whatever you’re celebrating this holiday season, you’ll have a good time.

Are you... Are you serious?!?! 18??? Same day.... Same year!! We're exactly the same age aksjfhskdlsb i'm dead

:O I guess we’re same aged friends!! COOOL!

[pinkjiaers]

My (Personal) GOT7 Analysis and why i love them so much

BamBam: cute af; a baby who is shedding his innocent image faster than the speed of light; super proud of his bff yugyeom’s dancing; knows everyone loves him and loves it; was so tiny(literally) when he first met jackson and mark; only problematic when he wants attention from his hyungs; hyungs are so proud of how he’s grown; quick to tell fans if he genuinely thinks they’re beautiful; KING OF FASHION; when he argues with yugyeom they probably make up 2 mins later; OWNED the karaoke episode of GOT7ing and made is bandmates so happy

Choi Youngjae:  the voice, the sun, the laugh; takes particular enjoyment in picking on Jackson and receiving love and/or spanking from JB; unproblematic af; so awkward and pure; makes every situation better by laughing out of the blue; so cute; called sunshine for a reason; loves learning and speaking english;  (i want to play video games with him so bad); loves his puppy CoCo more than life itself

Jackson Wang: proud AmeriThaiKong member; stans his bandmates; one of the most openly physically affectionate (kissed a guy on the lips on SNL too); probably mad he can’t date his bandmates (was super happy when he could date jinyoung); variety show king; loves picking on youngjae; loves being extra; small friendship things break his heart i.e. telling mark he misses rooming with him and bringing him shampoo; wears his heart on his sleeve; would marry mark and follow him to pluto; would remember the first time he met you and what you wore and said like he remembers mark had dark hair and an umbrella; respects his parents SO MUCH; a meme

Jinyoung:  hot af and knows it; looks like a wealthy prince who escapes to hang with his adorable band; could win an oscar probably; uses his amazing bum for attention; gets jealous easily and it’s rlly hot and scary; savage; happily involved in a GOT7 love triangle w Mark/Jackson; is JB’s wife; loves kissing his bandmates and is one of the most easily annoyed but also physically affectionate; has an angsty love/hate relationship with yugyeom that’s hot af, probably has dreams about him where they do things other than argue if you know what i mean

JB: King; most baddass leader in town; can probably calm his bandmates down with the sound of his voice; intimidating but super sweet with fans; could probably be president; glows when he smiles and laughs; has some of the most interesting fashion choices; is super cute with the macknae line; would marry youngjae; is super attracted to youngjae; already married to jinyoung;  probably can read jinyoung’s thoughts at this point; charismatic af; skydived with zero fear and glowed afterward; secretly a superhero

Kim Yugyeom:  danced on hit the stage and shook his fans and bandmates to the core; effortlessly talented; bandmates think he’s too nice, i.e. jinyoung wanting to toughen him up; enjoys picking on jinyoung and is always shook when he compliments him; if he aint your bias he will wreck your bias list if you watch hit the stage; WATCH HIM ON HIT THE STAGE; has a crush on jinyoung and chris brown;  loves his 97′ friends like BamBam and Jungkook more than words can say; claimed to be innocent but then he grinded on Hit the Stage and impregnated e v e r y o n e

Mark Tuan: loved and respected by everyone; the eldest; tries to internalize everything but breaks down in front of his bandmates if he needs love/hugs; clingy af; pranks fuel him; super good at reading everyone’s feelings; lives for extreme sports; would marry jackson in 2 seconds; would marry jinyoung too; one of the members besides jackson and jinyoung who is the most physically affectionate; gorgeous; bandmates love staring at his face; shy but wild, seemingly fearless, parasailed and skydived on Hard Carry and broke me; fucks w gravity 25/7; kissing level 10000 i.e. dipping BamBam on kiss the radio simultaneously wrecking BamBam and everyone

GOT7 as a whole:  A GIANT SHIP; A SPACESHIP;  CREATED MUSIC VIDEOS ABOUT SAVING EACHOTHER,  WILL DESTROY YOU AND RAISE YOU FROM THE DEAD;  WEAR MAKEUP SO WELL THEY WILL MAKE YOU WATCH MAKEUP TUTORIALS;  THEY FCKING LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH I WANT THEM ALL TO BE IN ROMANCE MOVIES WITH EACHOTHER; CUTE; DORKY; GAY AF; HAS 19384572308 SHIPS AND THEY’RE ALL IMPORTANT; 7 OR NEVER, 7 OR NOTHING; INVENTED THE WORD FRIENDSHIP

[carls--pudding]

Cherish

Request: hmm what about a carl x reader when a very cheery and happy reader is new to alexandria then she meets judith and she talks about her little sister and family as if they were still alive?

Word Count: 1,380

Pairing: Carl x Reader

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long for me to post. I’ve been sick and then I got really busy so sorry about the wait but I still hope you guys enjoy. Also the gif I chose is really big and I don’t know why? Edit: ok the gif was being rlly glitchy and it shows up on my laptop but not on mobile idk what happened, so sorry if you can't see it!

Warnings: none, slight fluff

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You stare above at the dark woman standing tall, her gun held tightly, as she watches you from the top of the large gate guarding what you assume is a community. You wait patiently, your face muddy and wet from the falling rain that’s lasted the last couple of days. You look up at the black clouds that have loomed in the sky for the last week and feel the mud squish inside your boots but somehow, you still find a way to smile. You don’t know how or why you smile, but you do. You’ve been this way your entire life, happy without a care for what’s happening around you.  

Finally, the woman disappears and seconds later, the large gate opens revealing a man with a scruffy beard wearing a brown, button-up, jeans and boots, and a dark skinned woman with dreads and a samurai sword. Your body tenses at the sight of it, thinking about how easily she could cut you in half with it, but it doesn’t keep you from losing your smile.

The man ushers you to step inside the walls so he can re-close the gate, and you do as you were signaled. You briefly walk towards them and wait for the man to return so you can introduce yourself, not letting your fear overcome you.

Once the man stands in front of you along with the woman, you reach out your hand and state your name. “Mady Wilson. Nice to meet you.”

The man stares at you for a moment with a look of shock but eventually shakes your hand skeptically. “Rick,” he says, “Rick Grimes.” Without a second glance, the woman follows Rick’s actions and reaches her hand out to you.

“I’m Michonne,” she says calmly before retracting her hand. 

Before anything else can happen, Rick starts with three questions: How many walkers have you killed? How many people? And why?

“Lost count. Two. And..they were trying to kill me,” you answer shortly but sweet.

It takes a minute for Rick to consider your answers before he lets his guard down a bit and smiles. “Welcome to Alexandria,” he says coarsely, his voice very deep and rough. “Lemme show you where you can stay tonight,” he adds as he begins to walk down the street. You smile and follow as he and the Michonne walk side by side, making sure to keep a little distance between you and them.

As you walk, Rick is silent and Michonne takes this as her moment to ask some questions, which you don’t really mind. 

“So, how old are you?,” she asks without turning back to look at you.

“Uh, I’m eighteen,” you reply happily.

“How long have you been out there?”

“Ummmm, probably…two months, maybe three. Not too long.”

“So I assume you know how to fight? Out there, that’s long enough for you to have learned,” she concludes.

“Yea, I’d say I’m a decent fighter. I’m also good with guns and knives,” you add and she nods in approval. 

“Good,” is all she says.

Once the interrogation is over, you finally reach a cute, two-story house with green shutters. Rick walks up the porch and opens the door, and ushers you to follow. You walk inside and the house is dead silent, peaceful. Michonne heads up the stairs and Rick shows you to your room and gives you a towel to shower with. He tells you to clean up and then you can explore the community for yourself. You decide to do just that. 

Once you clean up, you head back downstairs hearing a new, different sound. A sound you haven’t heard in so long you thought you’d never hear it again: the sound of a baby giggling. 

You race down the stairs to find the source of the noise. When you reach the bottom you are shocked to actually see a small child playing with a kid who looks about your age. Your sudden rush startled him and he turns to you, probably unaware of why you’re in his house. 

“Uh, hey. I’m Mady. I’m new here,” you explain to him and his confused expression fades. “Uh, Rick told me this is where I’d be staying…”

“Oh, yeah. Rick’s my dad. He said we’d be sharing the house with a new member. Guess that’s you,” he says with a smile while reaching out to you.

You take his hand with a grin. “I’m Carl, by the way,” he adds. 

Completely forgetting why you came downstairs in the first place, you are reminded when you see the little girl playing on the floor behind Carl.

“Oh my god! I haven’t seen a kid in so long. She’s adorable! Can I hold her?,” you bounce with joy and excitement at seeing such a small human as she giggles on the floor. He quickly smiles, picks her up, and hands her over.

“Yea, her name’s Judith. She’s my sister,” Carl says, chuckling at just how excited you are to see a child. A moment passes and you just play with her fingers and make funny faces until Carl breaks your trance. 

“Hey, Y/n?,” he grabs your attention cautiously. 

“Yea?,” you smile, tearing your attention from Judith. 

“Do you have any family? Or did you…before?,” he questions with a nervous tone, trying not to offend you.

“Oh, yeah. I have a sister, Amanda. Judith actually reminds me of her when she was younger. She had light blonde, curly hair and blue eyes like her. Anyway, she’s great. Really full of adventure and wonder; probably where I get it from,” you ramble with a laugh, “She’s amazing. When I was little, I was scared of storms and she used to come in my room to keep me company. Oh! There’s also my mom. She’s always been really protective of me and Amanda. Before, she never let us go out with guys or stay out past 9:00,” you continue, smiling at how different things were before. “ It’s always been just her, Amanda and I,” you continue, the burning image of you, Amanda, and your mom on your old couch eating popcorn during movie nights still fresh in your mind.

“What about your dad?,” he asks, completely unfazed by how long you had just been talking. You like that he didn’t mind your rambling. 

“Never really knew him,” you say and shrug. “He wasn’t around much when I was born and one day he stopped coming around. I guess my mom didn’t care to tell me and Amanda what happened between them and I was never brave enough to ask,” you finish.

“Anyone else?,” Carl inquires. You shake your head and shrug. 

“Nope. That’s it.” A few more moments of silence pass and you begin to play with Judith again but the innocent moment doesn’t last long before Carl asks another question.

“Where is she? Why isn’t she here with you? I mean, I don’t mean to pry or anything it’s just-,” he explains worriedly before you cut him off.

“Carl, it’s okay. You’re not prying, it’s fine,” you reassure him before continuing. “But she is, with me, I mean. Both of them are,” you begin as you walk over to him, Judith still in your arms, and take his hand and place it over your heart. “They’re right here, always. Just like everyone you’ve ever lost is right here,” you finish, while moving his hand from your chest to his own.

For a moment, he just stares at your hand over his chest with a solemn look which you guessed was the result of him thinking about all the ones he’s lost, but it soon turns into a smile and his eyes stare into yours with light. He then moves even closer to your body, careful not to smush Judith and cups your cheeks with his smooth palms. The motion relaxes you as the warm feeling of his skin against yours soothes your mind and the sad thoughts you began to have about how much you miss your sister. His touch makes you content again, makes you remember to keep those you’ve lost in your heart and to cherish who you still have. Cherish who’s still here because you never know when they’ll become someone you can only remember.

[hallelujuh]

hello yes i just finished lord of the flies (and then watched the 1963 movie immediately afterwards) & i rlly luv piggy so im gonna yell abt Just Piggy Things™ even if no one cares

piggy’s the first character we’re introduced to, after ralph ofc, so that means we’re supposed to get attached, and boy did i get attached..

ass-mar

the fact that he’s been called mean nicknames so long that his real name doesnt matter to him?? he doesnt care what hes called?? poor thing wtf??? hes like eleven hes too little for this

the Flashing Anime Glasses. especially the one w the fire when he starts laughing maniacally. same.

im talking about: “then he laughed so strangely that they were hushed, looking at the flash of his spectacles in astonishment.”

also: “’i got the conch,’ said piggy, in a hurt voice. ‘i got a right to speak.’” let him speak hes the only damn reasonable one. also stop hurting him hes been hurt enough goddamnit 

k but how much he loves ralph? and ralph is annoyed by him??? but then later he confides in him & cries over him & their friendship is my fav in the book so. they bond it just takes a while. but piggy was always good to ralph awe

“i was with him when he found the conch. i was with him before anyone else was.” he finally made a friend dont u take him from him ;-;

k speaking of the conch, in the first movie, his laugh when ralph’s blowing the horn for the first time??? aw??? a rare moment of joy in that sad ass movie?? 

‘63!film piggy is the sweetest & cutest i lob him. ‘90!film piggy was annoying as shit tho i refuse to talk about him.

in the ‘63!film when he puts his hands on his hips when jack says “shut up fatty” and then hides behind the tree when they all laugh at him.

god in the book it’s easy to forget theyre actual babies but with the movie u cant possibly forget and theyre so cute but defenseless it’s so sad

i kno these actors r like 70 or dead now but i wanna go back in time & give them a hug. especially piggy cuz hes a pouty chubby bub gOD IM SO SAD

one last note on the film before i get back to the book: the movie rlly encompassed how awkward i imagined piggy to be & i luv that. also his story time abt camberly was adorable + educational (for me, anyway)

how hurt he is when ralph tells the other boys his name, poor thing ugh :(

“’let him have the conch!’ shouted piggy. ‘let him have it!’” yes stand up for poor lil mulberry child

“piggy knelt by him, one hand on the great shell, listening and interpreting to the assembly.” hes so fuckin sweet??? hes like the mom of the island hes so nice to the littluns i luv him

and when he gets upset over the mulberry boy probably bein killed in the fire :’( hes the most sensible and the most empathetic of all the other boys. what a cinnamon roll. unproblematic fav. true neutral. 10/10. the best boy.

my second favorite line in the whole book: “then, with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children, he picked up the conch, turned toward the forest, and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar.” tired mama piggy lmao

he wants to make a sundial?? hes so smart aw

piggy thinking ralph’s patronizing smile was a friendly one :( :( he just wants a friendddd hes so naive & sweet im sadddd

i think it’s implied most of the other boys (particularly the choir boys & ralph) are from a nicer, more upper class part of england, &, despite his intelligence, piggy’s more lower class, judging by his cockney-esque accent (his use of ‘them’ instead of ‘those’, etc.) and also “piggy was an outsider, not only by accent, which did not matter…” idk why this is cute i dunno

“piggy arrived, out of breath and whimpering like a littlun.” me in pe. but also poor thing ;-;

“piggy sniveled and simon shushed him as though he had spoken too loudly in church.” i interpreted shushed as, like, consoled, more than, like, ‘quit crying, ya baby’, which was more what he was doing, but still…first of many cute piggy & simon interactions. i’d ship them but theyre like twelve so nah. but they cute as buddies

“this was too bitter for piggy, who forgot his timidity in the agony of his loss. he began to cry out, shrilly: ‘you and your blood, jack merridew! you and your hunting! we might have gone home-’” this hurts because if jack hadn’t gone hunting, they may have been rescued before simon or piggy died :( :( :( horrible vague foreshadowing

simon getting piggy’s glasses for him when jack throws em ;-;

simon giving his piece of meat (not a euphemism, goddamnit) to piggy.. god simons so sweet hes my second fav

“only, decided ralph as he faced the chief’s seat, i can’t think. not like piggy…he could go step by step inside that fat head of his, only piggy was no chief. but piggy, for all his ludicrous body, had brains.” why does ralph resent piggy sm. it’s like it psychically hurts him to compliment him, even just in his own head. jeez. just cuz someones fat doesnt mean they cant be smart?? the 50s were weird

“piggy came and stood outside the triangle. this indicated that he wished to listen, but would not speak; and piggy intended it as a gesture of disapproval.” aka ‘i’m mad at everyone so im gonna stand two feet away & glare at you all’ aw haha

when he tiptoes onto the triangle cuz hes done w his protesting ahaha aw

“piggy held out his hands for the conch but ralph shook his head.” idk i thought the mental image was cute. “gimme pls” “nuh uh”

what he says about the beast & life being scientific…me & piggy would be buds if he was real lmao

“ralph nodded to piggy. ‘go on. ask him.’ piggy knelt, holding the conch. ‘now then. what’s your name?’ the small boy twisted away into his tent. piggy turned helplessly to ralph..” honestly piggy & ralph are the mom & dad of the colony (jack being the asshole uncle) it’s so cute

“’that’s a clever beast,’ said piggy, jeering, ‘if it can hide on this island.’” sarcastic piggy is sarcastic

more sarcastic piggy earlier in the book: “you got your small fire all right” i lob him

indignant & shrill piggy… and his quote: “’what are we? humans? or animals? or savages?’” honestly lowkey want that tattooed

i fuckin hate jalph but admittedly jack’s jealous lil “’that’s right–favor piggy as you always do.’” is salty & gay lmao

the whole three blind mice convo…i luv

particular highlight in that scene: “’i’m scared of him,’ said piggy, ‘and that’s why i know him. if you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. you kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an’ you can’t breathe. i tell you what. he hates you too, ralph—’” POOR BABYYY 

also “’i know about people. i know about me. and him. he can’t hurt you: but if you stand out of the way he’d hurt the next thing. and that’s me.” IN THE END ROGER’S THE ONE WHO HURTS HIM UGH :(

“’keep piggy out of danger.’” YOU ASSHOLES LET HIM DIE

piggy holding his breath until his asthma acts up & then the boys just leave him??? what dicks

“jack cleared his throat and spoke in a queer, tight voice. ‘we mustn’t let anything happen to piggy, must we?’” AND THEN YOU LET HIM D I E U SALTY BITCH QUIT IT

“piggy put on his one glass and looked at ralph. ‘now you done it. you been rude about his hunters.’ ‘oh shut up!’” why dont more ppl ship them?? compared to jalph theres nothing??? theyre like a married couple it’s precious. like i said - mom & dad of the island.

piggy getting braver & being more of a leader once jack leaves!!! im proud of him!!

“he [simon] sought for help and sympathy and chose piggy” k the two most humane & sympathetic kids on the island, and the two doomed ones, gravitate towards each other & look out for each other & it so sadd

piggy being “so full of pride in his contribution to the good of society” he didnt deserve his fate he was so good im so sad

samneric & piggy making a little mini feast for them?? thats so cute??? 

also “piggy broke into noisy laughter and took more fruit. ‘he might be.’ he gulped his mouthful. ‘he’s cracked’.” piggy u get teased for bein different why would u tease simon (behind his back too) for bein diffrent u hypocrite. noisy laughter tho aw

piggy & ralph laying by the fire & talking…ralph didnt deserve piggy honestly he wasnt even grateful until the very end for such a good friend in such a horrible situation??? ugh

“when he understood how far ralph had gone toward accepting him he flushed pinkly with pride” see? good friendship. piggy just wanted a friend & to be considered valuable. and ralph finally started appreciating him

“piggy took off his glasses, stepped primly into the water, and then put them on again.” prim: stiffly formal and respectable; feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper. idk why this is funny to me

when he gets annoyed and starts slapping the water & yelling. temper tatrum lmao. dont blame him

“piggy stirred the sand under water and did not look at ralph. ‘p’raps we ought to go too.’ ralph looked at him quickly and piggy blushed. ‘i mean–to make sure nothing happens.’ ralph squirted water again.” they’re so fuckINGN CUTE

“piggy touched ralph’s wrist. ‘come away. there’s going to be trouble. and we’ve had our meat.’“ SO MUCH OF THIS STORY WOULDVE BEEN AVOIDED IF THE OTHER BOYS ACTUALLY LISTENED TO PIGGY

“ralph sat down in the grass facing the chief’s seat and the conch. piggy knelt at his left, and for a long minute there was silence.” i luv their dynamic sm. ruler & adviser. no questions asked. ultimate loyalty. so good.

piggy trying to be all rational about simon while ralph freaks out…what a scene. also i luv how awkward their convo w samneric immediately after is

piggy wants to be rescued most and hes the one whos killed!!!! bullshit!!!! justice for piggy!!!

when ralph says piggy should write a letter to his auntie & he takes it serious & ralph laughs & piggy doesnt get it. awe.

the scene where they take his glasses ;-; u made my boi piggy hav an ass-mar attack u monsters,

PIGGY GETTIN ALL BADASS & DETERMINED & TALKING ABOUT WHAT HES GONNA TELL JACK 

“he held out the conch to piggy who flushed, this time with pride” and then “piggy sought in his mind for words to convey his passionate willingness to carry the conch against all odds.” the conch is the only constant on the island, the only dependable thing he has besides ralph, so hes so invested in it, hes pretty much deemed himself the caretaker of the conch, and it dies with him…

the scene where piggy reassures ralph & it says “the twins were examining ralph curiously, as though they were seeing him for the first time” is probably my fav scene in the entire book…it just really shows, in a couple of lines, the characters that ralph & piggy are, and what their relationship is like, and why they’re a partnership throughout the whole book. fantastic.

“’am i safe?’ quavered piggy. ‘i feel awful–’” fuckin foreshadowing, i hate it. imagine being practically blind on a cliff and then, minutes later, falling to your death. god it’s terrible.

piggy crying for ralph not to leave him actually hurts like psychically in my chest. him and simon were babies??? i know it’s fiction but kids are the sweetest things, not even fictional kids deserve to be killed so mercilessly??? im so fuckin sad

his last words…powerful and iconic.

i dont wanna talk about his death. im very sad

k ik it’s terrible but when he died his skull cracked open & his brain more or less fell out (”and stuff came out”, “with his empty head”), and thats p macabre but it’s also symbolic and genius bc when roger killed him he also took away the only thing he had going for him, the only thing that gave him superiority over the others - his intelligence. his brain. 

of course, have to end on: “ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called piggy.” cue me shutting the book, hugging it to my chest, and sobbing