#if anyone has other suggestions for groups then feel free to say smth

[mar-zi]

hello! with the recent events that have occured with seunghan's return and then departure from riize, i've decided that while i continue to re-write marzi, she will no longer be a riize addition. i'm not sure which group i'm going to place her in yet or anything like that but i wanted to say that. i'm hoping i can bring her back soon, but i'm not too sure yet.

[restinslices]

Hi I I aorry if this is a bad request but do you think you could write something with Annabeth where you're her Athena sister?

I wrote general headcanons since there wasn’t a specific prompt. If you want smth in particular or smth expounded on, feel free to ask!

I’m gonna mix in book lore and tv show lore

Remember I don’t have perfect memory though so be easy on me

Anywho-

Being Annabeth’s older and accomplished sister means she admires you but is also jealous 

I don’t think the jealousy leads to her trying to sabotage you or anything but I think it’s obvious to spot 

You have a special eye that she wishes she had 

Annabeth is great at architecture and noticing small details, but nothing slips past you 

If she notice small details, you notice micro details 

If she’s great at architecture, you’re perfect at it

If she’s a great captain, you’re a perfect captain 

You let her run the team to be nice. Apart of her hates it but the other is appreciative 

I think she’d appreciate it more if you gave suggestions and helped in places where she lacked 

I think that hubris thing would slip in and she wouldn’t wanna accept the help but then she’d realize you have points and she’d give in 

I think having Annabeth as a younger sister means watching how her and Percy’s relationship grow 

You’re the first to be like “so, Percy? When are you two getting together?”

She denies it, very loudly may I add 

“What?! Me and Seaweed Brain?! HA! US? TOGETHER? NEVER!” “…” “…” “Seaweed Brain and I. Guess you can’t think while you’re crushing”

It aggravates her that you seem to know everything before it happens 

You two have the most realistic sibling relationship in your cabin 

Sometimes other campers try to watch Annabeth’s temper 

Not you 

You two poke at each other, you stress each other out, you make each other laugh, you give her advice, you comfort each other, you challenge each other, you do it all

After Luke’s betrayal Annabeth is pretty sensitive so you try to be there for her and fill in the empty roll Luke left 

You’re working double time

Considering you’re her older sister, you also help when it comes to training 

I don’t mean in groups, I also mean one on one 

But naturally, that also means you’re very hard on her 

It’s for her benefit. She’ll understand that one day if she hasn’t already. It’s to make her the best warrior possible 

Being Annabeth’s sister means giving her womanly advice also 

Athena ain’t there and Chiron is not teaching any of that shit. Let’s be fr 

That’s what also adds to your bond 

It’s not like you’re only family when you’re at camp 

You’re family and still help each other even when you’re out of camp

And you don’t just talk about camp and monsters 

You talk about other shit in the world 

Yeah, don’t die by monsters but you know what else will fuck you over? Not doing your taxes.

I feel like I also have to address when Annabeth was taken 

You obviously wanna be apart of the team that goes to get her, and tbh if Percy wasn’t the main character and had to be the 5th person, you’d go 

Whenever she returns, you’d check in to make sure she’s alright and try to keep her spirits high after seeing Luke

Off topic but dare I say y’all build Lego shit together?

I just feel like if you can’t build actual buildings, use Legos

Since the two of you train a lot, especially one on one, y’all balance each other really well 

Take the two major battles for example. The one at camp in BOTL and the final showdown with Kronos in TLO

Anyone going against the both of you would get hit repeatedly 

And I don’t mean only one of y’all are swinging, I mean both of you are playing off of each other 

The modern youth would call this “jumping”-

That doesn’t sound as beautiful though 

If she’s throwing a left, you’re on the right 

If she jumps to hit the enemy high, you’re sliding to hit the enemy low

If she’s grabbing someone, you’re delivering the final blow via stabbing 

You spend so much time together, your minds are practically linked  

When one of you is injured in battle, the other will make sure to aid them, even if neither of you are nurses 

After TLO, Annabeth is told she can rebuild Olympus in her image 

Guess who she’s asking for help?

You of course 

When you eventually leave camp to do your own thing as an adult, it’s very bittersweet

Bitter because you’ll miss each other and won’t be able to talk to each other late at night 

Sweet because you’re both in good standing with each other, Iris messages, and you both know you’ll do great things on your own journey 

When she needs help though, she’ll call you

And you’ll always answer 

Because you’ll always be family 

You promised 

That ending was corny asf. I’m sorry.

I’ve only read the PJO series so far. I’ve been procrastinating on the others, so I only mentioned those books. And if her personality ain’t 100% accurate, my bad.

[a1asta1r]

I GET TO TALK ABOUT HIM LETS GO!

I pretty much had to make a Soc OC for the production I’m in cuz I’m part of the Soc ensemble lol. I can’t draw so there’s no art of him so </33

Ps: if I talk about character dynamics, like Daniel with Paul or Dally, it’s entirely based off how the actors in my play interpret the characters & how we interact in the play! Not entirely based off the book or musical at anything

My boy Daniel <33, some people call him Danny but he really only lets Chuck (who’s also part of the Soc ensemble in my show, played by my best friend) call him that without putting up a fight.

Born & raised as a Soc in Tulsa, he is 17 years old & a senior at school. Both of his older brothers went to Ivy League schools. One is currently at Harvard for law, the other graduated from Cornell for engineering. He’s expected to also go to an Ivy League school, but he doesn’t really want too. Although he’s good at school, he doesn’t like at and doesn’t want to continue.

Because of his extreme anger issues, he was sent to the school counselor who suggested he get a journal to vent in. That journal is abandoned on his desk, the only thing written in it is how dumb the idea was.

He honestly doesn’t like Bob or Randy, he just hangs out with them because of Chuck, who’s his best friend, and Paul, who he’s not as close with but is still one of his closest friends. The three of them kind of have their own group within the bigger group. Daniel is indifferent on the others in the group.

Daniel is borderline jealous of the greasers and their relationships with each other, though he’d rather die than admit that to anyone (except for the one time he drunkenly admitted it to Chuck, but they haven’t mentioned it since) he doesn’t have the best relationship with his family and he only has two real friends, so seeing all the greasers have this found familt and everything, he can only wish to have something like that.

He fights because of insecurities. Part of it is the jealousy he feels talked about above, but also he feels the need to prove he can be just as intimidating as people like Bob or Paul. He is the shortest of the group, & with the fact he has a very androgynous look, he feels like he needs to prove he’s just as much of a man as the rest. (This is what happens when a trans guy plays a rich 60s dude </33)

Absolutely hates cutting his hair, he thinks he looks better with long hair but once every few months he cuts it because of both his insecurities and comments from other socs. While it’s long he usually puts it up anyways.

He’s gay and knows it, he just refuses to acknowledge it and hates himself for it. Paul was actually his gay awakening in his freshman year, but that went away quickly.

Actively has a crush on Dallas, but is trying to avoid it as much as he can. He works at the nightly double at the concession stand and one night Dally started bugging him. He was trying to get Daniel to sell him the snacks for free, and part of his plan to convince him was flirting. While he was annoyed at it, Daniel couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Dally after that.

Jealous of all the relationships Chuck has been in and gets annoyed when he brags about it, saying he’s been single his entire life b/c of the gay thing

Was one of the Socs that went to Dally in the hospital and taunted him about missing the rumble

Actually fought Dally a little during the rumble. He got Dally to run from him by Biting his ear. Daniel still doesn’t know entirely why he chose to do that, but Dally was choking him and he needed a way to get him off.

(Off topic but my productions rumble is SO COOL I’m gonna miss it when it’s over)

There’s probably more about Daniel I could talk about but I think I’ve tapped enough. I’m thinking of actually writing a little smth about him finding our Dally died but idk yet.

I could post a photo of my costume during the show and give you an idea of what Daniel should look like, but since all my photos have other cast members in it take a picrew instead lol

(His shirt is blue but that wasn’t an option on the picrew lol)

Starting a reblog game: RB w/ your own outsiders OC!

if enough folks do, I’ll draw them together or something lol, it’ll be fun!

So these are blatant self inserts for my sister and me

(Info & backstories under the cut because I’ve put waaaay too much thought into this)

and again, pls do reblog/tag me w/ your own Outsiders original/self insert characters! (Drawings and/or written descriptions!) Making OCs was one of my favorite things to do as a kid, so I figured it’d be fun to bring it back here lol

(And to reiterate- if enough of ya’ll do this I’ll draw ‘em all together like a greaser-sona gang! So don’t be shy ok??)

-got sent to Tulsa from Seattle in 1961 at ages 13 and 11 to live with their mildly neglectful uncle, due to their mother getting cancer and being unable to properly care for them. Their father was lost at sea when they were little, so they had no one else to go to.

-in Tulsa they go by their mother’s surname, Biondi, instead of their father’s, because interracial marriage isn’t legalized in Oklahoma until ‘67. They try to pass as just Italian. This works better for Naomi, who takes more after their mother than their father in looks.

-Naomi is good friends w/ Ponyboy- she relates to him a lot, from the dislike of fighting to the love for sunsets (legit Ponyboy reminds me of my sister so much irl) (She’s also low-key got a crush on him and Sodapop which is pretty funny)

-Jesse is closer to Two-Bit, Dally, Steve, and Soda. And he really likes fights. They’re exciting and make him feel tough. When he stops to think about it it does make him a little uneasy how much he’s grown to like them, but usually he just ignores that

-Naomi disapproves of crime. Jesse used to oppose it too, but the more time he spends without good role models and parental figures, the more his morels loosen. Tries hard to be a good example for Naomi though

-Jesse met the gang through Sodapop originally- they were thirteen and some Socs were jumping Soda, and Jesse jumped in and helped him out. Soda explained to him what the deal with Socs and greasers is, because there’s no greasers up North

-Naomi met the gang separately through being classmates with Ponyboy. They were working together on a school project, one with him writing and her drawing

-So Jess and Naomi spent a solid few months hanging out with different members of the same gang, completely unaware they had the same group. They eventually end up running into each other at the Curtis house, and both are totally shocked. Two-Bit, who knew the whole time, nearly died laughing

-Naomi is friends with both Socs and greasers, because she isn’t really either- she’s financially a greaser, but she has a crazy high GPA for someone who has ADHD and dyslexia in the 60s, and besides that, she just doesn’t like what she sees as pointless rivalry

-Jess loves pointless rivalry. At least until people start getting hurt. Then he starts to get angry.

[soleilnomoon]

hiiii! first of all I really like your writing style, it takes talent so thank you for sharing it with us! I have a request but feel free to use it only if you think it’s interesting, so the idea is for a NSFW with Zoro, I’d imagine him to be a person that of course notices other people’s attractiveness but doesn’t really care, only that he always felt drawn toward the ‘protagonist’ since she joined the straw hats cause her personality is very unique and really complements his, however he never understood what those feelings were until one day she gets captured by an enemy and somehow he’s the one to find her to free her but she’s like completely tied up on her knees with a cloth in her mouth to shut her up and he knows it’s wrong but in that moment something ignites inside of him and once he frees her and take her back to the ship, during the celebrations that night he just can’t stop himself and they, you know, end up doing the deed (of course the protagonist is absolutely consenting through tall of his cause she’s had a crush for him for a long time I don’t want the lines of consent to be blurred!) sorry if it’s long and very specific feel free to change anything you want! have a wonderful day! ☺️

ahh thanks so much! i’m still trying to cultivate a more consistent style when it comes to my prose, but i’m glad you like it ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა i do love a good mutual pining trope, and with zoro? *chef’s kiss* love to see it.

2.1k words, fem reader, angst lite, a lil fluff, alcohol, nsfw - nothing major, zoro is surprisingly tame, must be his feelings or smth.

it’s common knowledge that only fools join the straw hat pirates willingly; you don’t understand the sentiment until you spend more time with your crew mates. what you initially dismiss as isolated incidents, become regular occurrences that somehow also include you now. your captain is loud, abrasive, but also intuitive and kind. the rest of your crew mates have similar, outlandish traits that you appreciate and cherish. there is one crew mate, in particular, that you cherish above the rest. 

to say you have a crush is an understatement. crushes don’t leave you in a cold sweat in the middle of the night; they don’t make you tense up, act clumsy, or stumble over your words; they also don’t allow room for complexity, and what you feel for him is far beyond complex.

exorbitant, transcendent, unfettered — nothing can sway you, and, equally important, nothing can save you.

your heart is a pitiful thing, constantly taunting you, skipping beats, making you clutch your chest over the littlest interactions. you take it all in stride, however, keeping it to yourself, emphasizing the importance of maintaining a friendship with him. crew mates don’t date other crew mates. it’s a creed, unspoken, heavily followed; you didn’t think you’d have this issue, and now that you’re here, you don’t know what to do.

not typically pegged as observant, zoro sees more now than he ever has before. he takes to you without issue, thinking nothing of it when he finds himself drifting towards you during group conversations. at first, he thinks it’s because you have a wicked sense of humor; not quite at robin’s level of dementedness, you can get dark if need be. it gets him every time. sanji openly points out that zoro laughs more with you than he does with anyone else — luffy included.

from then on, he does his best to keep his expressions trained.

still, he catches himself looking for you, catches himself wanting to listen to you tell stories, and catches himself staring a little too long. all things that continuously confuse him—frustration building steadily as the days go on. he figures it’s because you’re the newest member, so he’s protective and fond of you out of habit. but—

it goes beyond that, doesn’t it?

somewhere tucked in the back of the library is an extensive book on flowers; robin suggests it to him when he vaguely describes a specific flower—a flower that you picked on the last tropical island your crew visited; you pressed it into a book, hoping to keep it for a little while longer. the book is worn, dog-eared pages throughout, notes writing along the margins—he suspects this is robin’s work, her script is easily recognizable. the text makes him sleepy, but he keeps at it, searching until he finds it again.

so on the next voyage, he pesters nami for a map of the land, harasses usopp for more intel on the flora, and gathers additional information about the upcoming island throughout the day. he doesn’t know why he’s doing it, doesn’t know why he remembers that your pressed flower isn’t actually preserved well, doesn’t know why he cares—but he does.

it annoys him greatly; distractions are unwelcomed in his life, not when his ambition is so close at hand.

you opt to stay behind on the sunny with brook while the others explore the islands. zoro is the first to depart, luffy and the rest follow after before splitting into groups. brook plays a melancholic song for you, the melody putting you to sleep with ease. the last thing you remember is slowly waking up, hearing a struggle on the ship’s deck, and being bound and gagged by some pirate you’ve never seen before. how you could let yourself get captured so easily is beyond you—the shame doesn’t give you room to fight back, and even though you scream and scream and scream, no one comes for you.

the sunny is a disaster when zoro returns and he notices, immediately, that you’re not there. brook, who is being bandaged by chopper, simply explains that you both were ambushed—and he doesn’t blame brook, he doesn’t blame you, he blames himself. if there’s one thing in his life that he’s sworn to do, it’s to look out for those he cares for the most. he knows his crew mates can fight, but as vice-captain it’s his job to ensure you all are safe.

failure is absolutely out of the question, so he tells luffy and sanji that he’ll be back and he doesn’t know if it’s out of sheer determination or dumb luck, but he manages to track you to their hideout. it turns out that you were taken, simply because you’re a pretty face. you almost laugh at that, but one swift kick to the head keeps you out for a few hours. when you wake, you’re in the same dingy cell, alone; because you’re not considered a threat, they didn’t station guards to watch over you. it pisses you off, but in the end, it’ll work in your favor.

somehow.

quick on his feet, zoro makes short work of the unorganized pirate group, and while he does manage to get lost climbing the various staircases, he finds you at last. he slices through the iron bars of the cell, sheathing his swords right after and is by your side in an instant. you’re on your knees, the rope cutting into your skin, the cloth in your mouth making it hard to focus. 

and then, a sense of clarity hits him. he’s caught up in his thoughts, the sight of you bound like that just makes him want to—

no, no; he has more pressing matters to deal with first. it doesn’t take long, but you’re free of your restraints, and you don’t mean to cry, but you’re so overwhelmed. the anxiety over possibly being left behind, the fear of what the enemy pirates would do to you, the anger over your ineptitude—it all comes forward at the same time, choking you, making your head hurt. and it’s not because of some shallow sympathy that has him crouch down and scoop you up into his arms, it’s not because you’re a member of the straw hats, and it’s not because he feels any guilt over you getting captured.

it’s because it clicks for him; his unexplainable behavior, your reticent attitude towards him sometimes—it’s all connected, finally coming full circle. you look up at him, tears clinging to your eyelashes, his face blurry but recognizable. it’s pathetic, you tell yourself; you like this side of him a little too much and it scares you.

when you return with him to the sunny, everyone crowds you, worried over your disappearance. it helps push away your doubts and after a nice long shower, you're back to your old self. well, with a slight exception.

zoro nurses his own bottle of whiskey as usual—it’s customary for him, the party just isn’t a party without him doing that—and you get a sugar high off of the various confections that sanji prepared. as the others party loudly, music blasting, laughter and merriment erasing the events from earlier, zoro seeks you out. 

he can’t help himself, especially not now. he finds you on the second floor balcony, leaning against the wooden railing, eyes closed as you let the cool breeze caress your face. he takes another swig from the whiskey bottle and offers it to you; your smile radiant, making him nervous, almost as if it’s the first time he’s actually seeing you. 

you graciously accept the drink, taking a long swig, whiskey spilling off of your lips, giggles pouring out of you without restraint. he watches in amusement, takes the bottle from you and sets it down once he fishes the cap out of his pocket. you look away shyly for a moment, but he brings a hand to gently tilt your chin up, and you’re not sure if it’s because everyone else is down below, or if it’s because the moonlight highlights the sharp angles of his face, or if it’s because you’re quite certain that what you feel for him is the same as what he feels for you.

see? beyond complex.

before he kisses you, his tongue darts out and he licks the whiskey off of your lips; you’re not inexperienced, but he makes you feel that way without really meaning to. his lips slant against yours skillfully, placing a kiss or two before you press closer and wrap your arms around his neck. when you part your lips, he takes the opportunity to really taste you, his tongue licking inside your mouth in a sinful, yet divine sort of way. you sigh in delight, fingers running through his hair, his hands grabbing your ass.

you think that whiskey has never tasted better, and he’s never been one to have a sweet tooth, but he enjoys the cherry flavor on your tongue—maybe he might have the idiot cook make more of that stuff and have you eat it again. when the kiss morphs into something more feverish, you pull away, mischief in your eyes as you nudge him towards your room. because he’s in a somewhat silly mood, he picks you up and tosses you onto his shoulder; your subsequent squeal mixed with joyous laughter only makes him grin even more, carrying you to your room and locking the door afterward.

it’s a miracle you make it to the bed with the way he’s kissing you fervently, tongue swirling around yours, your body warming from the sensation. you’re tugging off each other’s clothes, and he has you on your back on the mattress, the soft covers tickling your bare skin. he takes his time kissing his way down, starting with your face, then to your neck, licking along your clavicle, your sighs an enchanting tune as he makes his way to your breasts. his name is on your lips by the time his tongue circles around your pert nipple, the hardened bud tantalizing him as he sucks on it.

that elicits a loud moan from you, and you arch your back as he continues to tease you. you can feel his stiff cock on your leg, your face flushing not out of shyness, but because you can’t believe this is actually happening. and he can’t either. he didn’t realize he’s been the one holding himself back all this time, and now that he’s sampled you, he doesn’t want to let you go. you squirm as he touches you, hips moving forward as you rub against him impatiently.

he chuckles at that, also feeling the impatience himself, his fingers brushing along your glistening folds, surprised to see just how badly you want him too. you look at him with adoration, even as he lines the tip of his cock with your entrance, sliding inside of you in one go, groaning at the tight fit. “zoro,” you breathe, hands running up his stomach, fingers memorizing his firm muscles, “so good… you feel s-so good.”

that’s all the invitation he needs. 

he pulls back a bit and knocks his hips against yours, large hands holding onto your thighs as he powers into you. he gives you the sort of strokes that signify some form of commitment, his eye watching the expressions on your face as you moan his name louder and louder. he leans closer, mouth dropping kisses along your jaw, his hips moving in time with yours, his groans reverberating against your skin, making everything impossibly intense.

sweat glides down your bodies, the party long forgotten, all you care about is this moment. he fucks you slower than you expect him too, but you enjoy it all the same. it’s terribly romantic and erotic at the same time. another thing you don’t expect. zoro isn’t a selfish lover, he does things to make you feel like you’re walking on air, your body conforming to whatever demands he makes.

and when you finally reach that point, where you’re on the precipice of an orgasm, he rubs your clit, an explosion of colors dotting your vision, your pussy squeezing around his cock tightly as you make a mess on your sheets. he thrusts into you faster, extending your orgasm, your legs wrapping around him; he kisses you again and again before cumming too, a haze hovering over him as he pulls out of you. zoro lays down next to you, breathing shallowly, and soon you tangle your limbs with his, kissing him gently as you hope for the night to continue on like this forever.

[yuthoe]

Day 22: Reunion (MONSTA X: Yoo Kihyun)

TODAY'S LATE PROMPT FOR MTM IS:

Day 22: Fake Dating

ah yes, one of the favorite tropes in fanfic and i did not do it justice at all lmao. truthfully i was really excited about this, but the fic took a left somewhere and grew its own mind or smth. i think the poor writing is a combination of burnout and getting really distracted lmao.

tried to make kihyun the savage guy that he is, but still polite and considerate and i think i did that???? question mark???? please tell me what you thought about this lmao, i've never been to a high school reunion (except for my grandma's) and will never go to one anytime soon.

PAIRING: Yoo Kihyun x reader. GENRE: fic, fluff, mild angst. WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, swearing. WORD COUNT: 1,769.

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“Act natural,” you say as you smooth down the lapels of your friend’s coat, dust some lint off the shoulders. “Like, just act like normal. We just have to say hi to a few people and then go after an hour or something.”

Kihyun is looking you over as well, straightening out the sleeves of your shirt and making sure your hair is nice and styled and perfect. “I’m taking that as a go signal to tease you in front of everyone then, gotcha.”

You roll your eyes and take his hand, tugging him towards the glass door of the events hall. “Very funny, but you know what? These people might buy it even more, so go ahead.”

He intertwines your fingers as he pushes the door open for you. There’s a smirk on his face that says you’re going to regret what you just said. “If you say so," he says, as you pull him along with you.

Everything is decorated like a senior prom from the early 2000s--balloons everywhere, streamers hung up on the walls, a disco ball suspended in the middle of the room. There's a stage set up at the far wall, and popular tracks from your high school days play softly on the sound system. People are already mingling, table hopping when they see a familiar face.

You go to the small registration booth off to the side, Kihyun in tow, and sign on the space next to your name, walking away quickly to find a table. It's easy to weave through the thin crowd to your spot, and thankfully no one goes up to talk to you as you settle in.

A relieved sigh escapes your lips as you deflate against the seat; Kihyun chuckles at the sight.

"Why are you so nervous? You were so confident when you asked me out,” he says, smirking at your flustered state.

“Hey,” you counter, sitting up straight and pointing at him. There’s a smile of embarrassment threatening to crawl up your face, but you force it down. “This isn’t a date. I didn’t ask you out—I respectfully asked if you could come with me to my high school reunion and pretend we’re dating. There’s a difference.”

He tilts his head and laughs. “Okay, fine, this isn’t a date. But you’re shaking like a hamster, dude. What’s got you so jittery?”

Before you can open your mouth to say something smart, a yell of your name behind you makes you stop. Suddenly a flurry of pink silk ruffles envelops you, cold metal bracelets press against your face and neck, and a tinnitus-inducing squeal is blasted in your ear.

“OMG, I can’t believe you made it!” The offending classmate plops down the seat beside you and… you can’t say you remember her. You know you have a questionable memory, but you can’t recall anyone with a scarily-toothy smile and long acrylic nails. “I was wondering if you were gonna show today, I missed you!”

You smile warily. “Yeah, I thought I’d stop by, just for a bi—,”

“And who is this with you?” she interrupts, gaze fixed on your friend now.

Kihyun still has a polite smile on, eyebrow raised and patiently waiting for you to introduce him. You meet his eyes and take a steadying breath.

“This is, uh. Kihyun. My boyfriend.”

Your batchmate immediately extends a hand out to him. “Hi there! I’m Danhee. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Kihyun grasps her hand and shakes it firmly. “Likewise.”

Danhee (apparently, that’s her name. Still doesn’t ring a bell.) turns back to you, props an elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand. “So what have you been up to lately?”

“Oh, you know, nothing much,” you say, twiddling your thumbs under the table. “Work’s keeping me busy, mostly. It’s pretty—,”

“Great! How’d you two meet?” Her eyes are sparkling, in that menacing way you’re familiar with when someone is hunting for gossip. “Probably work, right? I know Y/N isn’t that outgoing so I doubt—,”

“You know what, I’m gonna go get a drink.” You turn to Kihyun, desperate to get away. “You want a drink, Kihyun? Cool, I’ll get you something.” The chair screeches as you push away from the table and make a beeline for the buffet.

The air conditioning helps cool down your flaming face as you leave to get some reprieve from the suffocating air of the table. No matter how much you wrack your brain you can’t seem to remember anyone named Danhee; maybe she was in another class and part of the popular clique, a group you tended to stay away from.

You take a deep breath, surveying the array of finger food and wonder briefly what the main dishes are. The arrangement is no different from the ones you’ve seen at company parties—save maybe for the small picket signs that have slang from your high school days speared into some of the food. Despite looking delicious, you feel nauseous at the thought of taking a bite.

The drinks corner offers coffee, the kind that tries to pass off as Americano but ends up tasting more like candy because people keep putting too much sugar in it. It’s what you and Kihyun call “conference coffee” and shit on for the entirety of the conference you’re attending, even as you keep drinking it because there’s usually no other choice. Water is an option, as well as a fruit punch of some kind. If you’re being honest, you’d really like a beer right now, but you know the alcohol won’t come out until later.

In addition to the mound of paperwork you forced yourself to finish earlier, this week has just been plain exhausting. You’d hoped that coming to the reunion would help you relax, but apparently not.

Ice cubes clink as they go down the tall glasses. The coffee, however sugary it turns out to be, still smells heavenly and wakes you up some. You water both servings down a bit, if only to tamp down the syrupy sweetness.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says, hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. Kihyun moves into your line of vision, brows slightly scrunched. “You okay there?”

You don’t answer, thinking of words to say that won’t make you look pathetic in front of your work partner. You’re usually great at explaining and justifying your actions to your superiors, but words fail you this time.

So you just shrug and hand him his drink. “Can’t say for sure.” You take a sip and cringe; your mouth feels like it’s coated in a thick layer of sugar. Kihyun watches you and decides wisely to put his drink down, but pours two glasses of water.

“Do you know her?” he asks, concentrating on the drinks.

“Danhee? Nah. I mostly avoided her type back then. Being around them made me uncomfy.”

“‘Cuz she looks like a part of the Plastics from Mean Girls?”

You scoff. “No,” you say, but smile all the same as you walk back to your table. “Because I was a loner and operated on the mindset of ‘I’m not like other girls’ throughout high school.”

Kihyun laughs loud. “God, I didn’t think you were the type.”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” You sigh as you sit back down. “Thankfully outgrew that in college, though. Turns out being surrounded with a lot of open-minded people does something to your personality, and,” you open your arms, presenting yourself to Kihyun’s amused smile. “Now you have me, your beloved hardworking partner that throws snark at you everyday.”

If anything, his grin gets wider. Kihyun raises his glass of water, and you toast. “I’m proud of you for becoming so mature.” He takes a drink, making faces like he’s downing whiskey instead of regular water. “Although, apparently not mature enough to just ask me out plain and simple.”

You want to strangle him, you really do.

He’s right, though. Part of the reason why you invited him as your plus one is for moral support and to show people that the wallflower can also nab a man as great as Kihyun. But the other reason is that you’ve wanted to ask Kihyun on a date, but just didn’t know how to without embarrassing yourself.

You sigh and take a swig of your water. “Yeah, well, can you blame me, though? We always keep professional at work and I barely see you outside the building, so I haven’t really gotten a chance to ask.” You’re not lying—Kihyun being here is only possible because you left the building at the same time last week and asked him then before you chickened out.

He tilts his head in assent and takes another sip before crossing his arms on the table to whisper at you. “How about we make this a date, then?”

You raise an eyebrow, smiling like you can’t believe he suggested such a ridiculous thing. “What—here? My high school reunion that I only invited you to because I didn’t want to be alone?”

And maybe it’s the trick of the light, but you think you see his eyes go soft. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s not ideal, but we’re here anyway. There’s free food, shitty coffee, and some entertainment.” He tilts his head to the stage, and you follow his gaze to where a couple of your batchmates are discussing something, mics in their hands. “Whether it’s the good kind of entertainment or the cringy kind though, we’ll find out soon,” you hear him whisper.

In theory, you have nothing to lose. Nothing really to hide. Perhaps the worst part of the night passed when you had that panicked moment with Danhee earlier, and all that’s left is to enjoy the night. You can still leave in an hour or two like you planned, but now with a higher chance of getting a few drinks afterwards, too.

So you make your decision and look back at him. “All right, Yoo Kihyun,” you say. “You’ve got yourself a date.”

His smile morphs into a smirk, the trademark confident grin making a small shudder run down your spine. You try to keep your composure as he slides a hand to your thigh. “Perfect. Wanna bet you’ll last an hour before you want to leave?” His fingers are massaging your knee, soft hands gentle on the meat of your thigh.

You scoff, grabbing at his hand to make him stop. “Deal. I’ll bet you an hour and a half.”

And before you turn your attention back to the stage, you see his smirk again, excited for the challenge.

[babysizedfics]

Poor roman :( but that being said I am heka interested in 5

remus humiliates roman in front of jamal (but jamal is a sweetheart)

vote from this concept voting post!

TWs: swearing, emotional humiliation, arguing, remus is generally pretty mean in this - not "unsympathetic" but his behaviour is not ok, brief alcohol mention but it isnt a main feature

first some background info on remus and ro:

roman and remus' friend groups actually run parallel to each other by pure councidence in that theyre the same age and are both in the local queer scene

usually they only run into each other on nights out and avoid each other like the plague... until one of romans friends and one of remus' friends become a very serious couple and the friendship groups merge

remus tends to hang it over romans head whenever they argue or remus just feels like teasing him that he could so so easily spill romans secret littlespace to all his friends

and while roman claims to not care he also really doesnt want that to happen, especially the specific things remus threatens to reveal (namely him calling his cgs mommy and daddy, and his fear of the dark - which remus knows are romans biggest embarrassments)

and remus never USUALLY actually follows through on his threats, he loves to freak roman out but he doesnt mean to be intentionslly cruel.

but one night theyve had an argument recently and remus is out to hurt roman and finally follows through on his threat to reveal romans secrets. in front of jamal

((the actual incident below the cut))

all the friends are walking back from a night out, and remus hangs back from the group to talk to jamal. roman is just glaring at remus and not saying anything and holding jamals hand tightly. remus hasnt embarrassed him too bad so far, just asking jamal questions and referring to roman as his "baby brother" which is so annoying, but the thing is roman can tell hes building up to something

then suddenly remus smirks when he sees a completely pitch black side street thats theyre about to pass by, and he calls out to everyone "hey guys, there's a 24/7 mcdonalds through here and its a shortcut to the bus stop" and everyones like WOO mcdonalds and redirects to go down the side street

and romans heart pounds watching the friends all filter down the street without a second thought, theres no streetlights down there, theres light on the other side quite far away, but before that its SO DARK. and he freezes in place and jamal is tugged back by it and looks back at him. "babe, come on"

romans starting to feel shaky and he literally cant move his feet. his eyes flick between the street and remus' sadistic cocky smirk.

"whats wrong baby bro? you stuck or something?" remus leers with that stupid stupid smirk

and roman HATES him so so much

"ro, what's the matter?" jamal asks

"i- um," roman stutters, trying to keep his voice from shaking too much at the sight of his friends just having DISAPPEARED into the darkness - how are they okay with that?? "i- im not hungry"

"okay well i am, and remus said it was a shortcut anyway so-"

"i-i -- no i can't"

seraphina, romans best friend, looks back and notices whats happening and quickly jogs over (knowing roman is scared of the dark) "hey roma, it's okay we dont have to go down there" she soothes

jamal is supportive but he doesnt get it. he thinks roman is scared of criminals or smth. "i promise theres no one bad down there, hun. and i'll be right next to you the whole time, i'll protect you" and he smiles and tugs romans hand to pull him towards the side street

romans eyes quickly tear up and he panics and rambles "nononono dont please please i cant i cant" in a broken voice and plants his feet firmly on the ground, paralysed with fear

remus starts cackling "ohhhhh thats right~" as if he just remembered. "my baby brother's terrified of the dark, isn't he?"

"f*ck off, re" sera barks, standing between the twins, protective of roman

"wait, are you?" jamal asks sounding surprised. roman doesnt let himself look at him, too busy watching remus warily and knowing thats not all he has planned to embarrass roman

remus goes on, shouting out to jamal over sera's head "he's petrified!" he confirms sounding delighted. "yknow that massive blackout last summer? he cried like a baby. literally sobbing for his daddy patton to make it go away"

theres a brief silence because no, sera and jamal didnt expect remus to refer to patton as romans daddy - they both know roman calls him dad but this is a surprise.

and that one second of silence drags on for ages for roman, all he can hear is his heart pounding in his ears and remus' obnoxious laughter

he is shaking, frozen in shock rather than fear now. for all of remus' teasing threats at home, he didnt expect remus to actually do it. hes devastated and humiliated that remus told to his best friend and especially his BOYFRIEND of all ppl

and honestly he's not even thinking about the pitch black side street right now because the streetlights on the main road are blurred by tears welling in his eyes anyway

"why dont you just leave him alone!" sera hisses furiously after her mild shock

then jamal bounces back rlly stern to remus "yeah i already know about that! roman told me and it was HIS choice to tell me"

roman stares at him in disbelief but jamal is too busy staring daggers at remus to notice

remus looks suddenly offended and frowns. hes clearly hurt that the others dont think its funny "jeez youre both such bores. im just having some fun"

"youre demented if you think thats fun" seraphina growls and shoves remus away towards the sidestreet. remus rolls his eyes and runs ahead to join the others who are all oblivious to that coversation, howling with drunken laughter in the pitch black and jumping out and scaring each other

"f*cking prick" jamal calls after remus, seething

sera quickly throws a concerned look to roman "you okay?"

roman just swallows thickly and looks between seraphina and where he saw remus join the others in the pitch black. his stomach churns at the idea of remus telling more people. "i-is he gonna--"

"im on it" sera nods and starts turning around "i wont let him tell anyone else, roma, promise" then she runs ahead to keep an eye on remus and to give him and jamal some privacy

after a moment jamal turns back to roman looking so worried and holds his hands and asks very gently "babe, can you tell me how youre feeling?"

and roman is teary but he whispers "i - you stuck up for me"

jamal looks suddenly sad and cups romans cheek "of course i did"

"but you said i told you about it. i- i didnt tell you that i-" roman gulps after his voice wobbles "i didnt tell you about it"

and jamal smiles sadly and goes "i know babe... im sorry, i just didnt wanna give him any more power. it seemed like he's held that over you for a while"

suddenly the tears in romans eyes overspill and he doesnt really know why but he can't stop them

jama gasps a little "oh roman, its ok" and just pulls him into a tight hug

roman clings and sniffles, glad that he can hide his tears from his boyfriend even if it is in his neck.

and jamal just strokes his back and whispers "its ok baby, its ok" **

they talk about it quietly as they take the longer, well-lit route instead. roman admits he would never have told jamal abt his fear on his own - and the reason he's been avoiding staying overnight at jamals apartment is bc the one time he did he got so scared of the dark that he couldnt sleep and was just anxious all night but wouldnt wake jamal to tell him

after jamal finds out hes like baby why didnt u tell me its okay and comforts him about it not being embarrassing or childish. then:

"so you do actually want to stay at mine, its just because its so dark that you didnt?"

roman nods shyly "yeah... im sorry i know its a dumb fear i just-"

"its not dumb ro. i meant to say if it works for you, we could leave the hall light on and the door open. its not like i live with anyone who can walk in."

roman blinks "wait you - really? it wont make it hard for you to sleep?"

jamal smiles softly "no hun, honestly i could sleep anywhere. i fell asleep in the middle of the day in the staffroom just last month"

roman laughs, so so so relieved

"so... maybe next time you come over for dinner you could stay the night, yeah?" jamal says with a smile and a blush. he wraps his arm around romans waist and pulls him in, hip to hip

roman bites his lip and blushes. after a moment he suggests shyly "im free tonight..."

and jamal smiles so big, stops walking and puts his arm up to romans chest to stop him too then angles romans jaw down to kiss him

in the near future jamal promises to buy a plain nightlight and always leaves it on for roman when he stays overnight from then on

**side note: roman could never stand anyone calling him baby before because he felt infantilised at school becaus of his undiagnosed adhd. so he sees it as a derogatory name more than anything. but when jamal says it roman feels so warm and respected because he knows jamal would never mean it in that way. so jamal has "baby" rights basically

[joyfulsongbird]

a review (?) of The Outer Banks

from an almost completely unbiased post of view!!

this isn’t really a review. mostly just my thoughts and whether i recommend it or not. i will not be posting it when i am writing it, but i am typing this out at 11:30 and i have taken two melatonins already, so keep that in mind as you read my ramblings.

overall. i thoroughly enjoyed. it has the elements of shows that i love, for example:

stellar aesthetic

a good dose of found family

pretty boys

pretty girls

yknow, the works

on paper. it’s the perfect show for me. actually watching it can be a little,,, baffling? i guess that’s not the right word but idk

the plot can be summed up in two words: Treasure Hunt. and that’s all i will say because this is spoiler free

and if you are like me and are a little skeptical of those words, i suggest going into this blind. the plot is slightly overdone, you see things coming a MILE away, but it’s not BAD. i want that said it is not BAD

it does have one of the STRAIGHTEST relationships i have ever seen on television. if you can deal with “i dont want to live without you :(((” shit then watching this is going to go GREAT for you. it’s so lovey dovey at times it got on my nerves. but you get used to it and/or it grows on you

in regards to the found family side of this show, i think i came in with too high expectations for that. the side characters are scene stealers and some of their scenes WITHOUT the leads are my favorite scenes out of the entire 8 episodes. but you’ll be disappointed by how sidelined they get towards the end if you like them a lot

and because it’s tv, every single person is hot as hell so yeah. keep that in mind i guess

the plot and pacing feels a little messy at times but the acting is great and the relationships between the male lead and his group of friends are very real and grounded

i really hope im not going to get hate for this but: what the FUCK were those ships?????? like as in “shipping” not the boats. it really did seem like the writers couldn’t decide who was going to end up with who and said “we’ll just figure it out when we get on set” and it chANGED EVERY SINGLE SCENE. i dont even actually ship anyone from this show but jfc whAT

the ending feels like it’s setting itself up for another season. which im guessing it is, but there isn’t a true ending. it doesn’t feel finished. which kinda annoys me but i said this is MOSTLY UNBIASED so i won’t get into that. just putting that out there that it is not a cohesive, finished story within the 1 season

i know i just spent the last few paragraphs kinda ripping into this show but really, truly, it has some fantastic moments. when you feel the emotion, you FEEL it. those absolutely amazing moments make up for most of the Eh moments in my mind. could be different for other people idk

there’s a lot going on at once, like all the fucking time, and that only increases the more you watch but it mostly comes together at the end. every character has a purpose, nobody is there JUST BECAUSE and that is actually pretty rare and really important. every character has plot importance. even most of the small side characters DO something to move the plot forward. that’s actually impressive for a show with so many characters

pretty much, this show can be summed up in: Boats. Money. West Side Story question mark?

i’m not gonna,, end this by rating it out of 10 or smth. but i do recommend this show if you like something plot driven and high stress. because all the characters are stressed. all the time. gnight.

[matoitech]

wait............. autism diagnoses are based off of trauma????????????????

pretty much yeah. i dont know enough about the history of autism diagnoses to say a lot about this (i dont have like.. cited sources at the moment its 2 am) but a well-adjusted autistic child raised by an autistic parent in a setting that is loving and respectful does not generally have the same reactions to things / follow the same dsm traits like a person who was not raised that way (theyre all the same ‘level’ of autistic, they just ‘show it’ in dif ways) autistic parents of autistic kids have talked about this at length, finding it difficult to get their child diagnosed bc their kids are like. Happy. and have better coping skills. and are treated better in general. the criteria for diagnosis were based on research on very specific groups of people, generally white children that were (cis) boys i believe? im not sure if the research leading to dsm criteria has been like Updated to include like, girls, people of color, adults, etc, since everything factors into how you present (just w differences in life experience etc). probably the research has not been improved upon much given how little allistics care about it. anyway, a majority of the people who were studied were most likely traumatized. 

the thing i dont think a lot of allistics are aware of is that its exhausting and can be legitimately traumatizing to act allistic. if i had to guess, it wouldnt be the masking itself (though exhausting and leading to burnout) as much as its probably how we’re treated by other people and we are often abused or taken advantage of due to autistic traits (you know the thing about autistic kids not having to know theyre autistic, and allistic kids not having to know theyre autistic, for the allistic kids to target the autistic kid to bully? i dont know how allistics do it but they Know. this can happen with allistic adults too, either taking advantage of autistic children or allistic adults taking advantage of autistic adults etc.) autistic people (especially kids) have a very high rate of being victims of abuse

also i dont know if this was disproved but its also been suggested autistic people are already at a higher risk for traumatization based on how our brains are wired- things that might not affect an allistic much affect us very deeply, and vice versa, allistics find smth traumatizing that we dont. its kind of hard to find research on autism stuff especially since a lot of allistics who research it for a living know less than any autistic person out there lol. 

but yeah... ultimately the dsm was based off of traits that Traumatized Autistic People present. its pretty rare to find an autistic person who ISNT traumatized when existing in a world not built for us and can be actively hostile to us is so difficult (lots of ppl can attest to feeling THAT one). anyway i talked a lot but uhh hope this helped a little. if anyone has anything to add pls feel free 

[emperorhwangs]

if you have to ship the minbooties with wanna one members (aside from minhyun) who would you ship with who and why?

AHHHHH I LOVE THESE THINGS HOHOHO *INTENSE KNUCKLE CRACKING*

this came out way too long so sorry your thumb is probably gonna be jacked as fuck

@hwangminyeo : I would probably ship Abby with Bae Jinyoung if it weren’t illegal ahahhahah because I see Abby as the glue who is capable of bringing everyone together. She was the one who reached out to me to invite me into the minbooties gc and I’m honestly so thankful because I’ve gotten to know 5 absolutely beautiful and entertaining mintrash that are able to make you feel so warm inside through just a few words over LINE that it’s unbelievable, and I’m so so thankful. She’s the type of person who is gentle, friendly, and patient enough to coax literally anyone out of their shell, and she always makes people feel included. She’s always feeding us well with Minhyun content bc she knows the Minbooties get hungry at all times of the day, so she’s really caring and sweet. I think that she’s exactly the type of person who would be able to coax Baejin out of the walls he puts up and then he’d feel so free and relaxed with her. He’s so different from his seemingly cold “deepdark” exterior and we all know he’s a sweetheart that I think would just coincide with Abby’s super relaxed and giving personality and they’d be so compatible and be able to have great times together. But if we’re going to stay with legal relationships, then I’d definitely ship Abby with Daniel. Abby takes on a lot by constantly feeding us and being selfless that she doesn’t take enough time for herself, so someone as loving/caring/lighthearted as Daniel would go perfectly with her to ease some of that stress. Daniel would undoubtedly put her needs before all else and probably has endless patience and would always be laughing at everything she does but also be super attractive at the same time like wtf. Not to mention he can be so damn RUDE and I bet abby has a secret kink for that hhoohohoho. Abby has amazing visuals that really compliment Daniel’s. While most of the Minbooties have either soft visuals or colder, elegant visuals, Abby’s visuals definitely give off a more “sexy” vibe? Sorry ABBY LOLOL PLS DONT CRINGE but Daniel is the same; he can look like a peach bunny and then BOOM he’s stroking his thigh and you’re pregnant. 

@hyuncakes/ @cafewoozi : I would ship Bonnie with Jihoon (you guys are probably so wtf while reading this but hear me out). When you search the word “pure” in the dictionary, Bonnie’s picture shows up. She is incredibly perceptive and picks up on the little things you say while texting her and she always replies with such sweet, wholehearted things. I literally cannot properly describe how nice Bonnie is; she’s the type of person that seems like she would give the best hugs in the entire world. She’ll reply to messages that you’ve sent a long time ago because she’s the type of person who will always make sure you are feeling loved and validated (which everyone always wants and I appreciate you so much for it). She’s really rational, mature, and down-to-earth and basically the type of person that you’d always want to be around with because just talking to her will brighten your day. If Bonnie were a feeling, she’d be the feeling of that warm pocket of sunlight that comes through the window and hits a certain part of the room and its the perfect light to nap under because its the perfect warmth and comfort omf does this even make any sense because ?? But she doesn’t seem to see what a catch she is and Park Jihoon seems like the type of person that would be sooooooo sweet and attentive and almost overly caring for his s/o, and he would give all the love and attention Bonnie deserves. Bonnie is, imo, the mom friend who stays reasonable and can be a really calming person if you start to rage too much; just her presence is very calming? If that makes any sense lololol. She’s definitely a secret nasty as well, though, and we’ve all seen that Jihoon can be RUDE AS HELL when he wants to, and I think he could adequately quench the thiRST if ;)))))))) ykwim :))))))))))) Jihoon and Bonnie would be a really dynamic couple full of cutesy dates and lots of skinship and you’d see them on the streets together with Bonnie wearing Jihoons’ sweatshirt or smth and you’d just get that feeling of “i WANT THAT” 

@minhwangs ok sarah is so DAMN thiRSTY lol but me as well i am 2nd sinner and she’s lowkey crazy too so I think I would ship her with Ong. She’s got a really bright, active personality and overall is someone that I think is really fun to be around. Not to mention, I think she would look really nice with Ong as their visual are similar to me in a way. Sarah is actually my ideal visual (lol that sounds so creepy whOOP) but I really really think that girls that have a defined, angular, and sharp facial structure are soosososso beautiful like I reALLy REALLY like Sarah’s facial structure SO MUCH it’s UNHEALTHY. Her bone structure is the LITERAL VISUAL DEFINITION OF IDEAL FACIAL STRUCTURE imo and Ong also has prominent, defined facial features. Their babies would be literal visual gods straight out the womb. I think a relationship between Ong and Sarah would be lighthearted and carefree as both of them strike me as fun-loving people.  They would have a lot of great, memorable times and double as best friends, not just a couple. Ong also definitely softens for girls and I don’t have any doubt that he’ll be very cutesy with his s/o, even if he’s annoying the other 70% of the time. He’d take really good care of Sarah and put her needs first whenever it truly mattered. Because both of them are such bright and energetic people, I think they’d be able to lift eachother’s spirits in dark times. Sarah tends to give a lot; I think she’s pretty selfless from what I can tell in the messaging patterns? She responds to every message and she’s also so considerate (i was spamming a gc with her about smtm and she didn’t want to trash everyone else’s feed so she suggested a pm, which I didn’t even consider). But she also forgets to take care of herself sometimes (go to sleep, sarah!) and I know Ong would make sure to care for her. As carefree and jovial  as he may seem, Ong is highly intelligent. He’d be able to properly care for her in his own weird Ong way, maybe even without her realizing he’s always looking out for her. He’d probably guise it in a joke but he’d be really just making sure that she was in the absolute best condition possible. He’d probably playfully protest at everything that Sarah suggests but he’d undoubtedly go along with everything she suggests, just to make her happy. 

@2hyeons I would ship Ying with Minyeoooo~~~ Firstly on a purely superficial level, both of them have similar visuals in that they are coldly attractive, like ice. It’s a weird way to describe her, but Ying’s appearance is very elegant and sophisticated; she gives off a particular aura that Minhyun’s resting visual also gives. She’s the quietest in the group chat but she always says the absolute sweetest things and you can feel her warmth, friendliness, and kindness through her messages. Her actual personality is a contrast against her ice queen visuals because she’s so warm-hearted, which I find to be extremely similar to Minhyun. When I first saw Minhyun on pd101 (the scene where he forgot the lyrics during his reevaluations) my exact thoughts were “wow, he’s gorgeous but probably a dick” (which was SO OFF). I also think that Ying has her SHIT TOGETHER, like she has her priorities in order and is very intelligent and probably works really hard, just like Minhyun. Nu’est members chose Minhyun as their smartest member. His work ethic is incredible. He isn’t naturally a dancer (if you couldn’t tel from the iconic minbooty dance), but he slaves away so he can pull off his parts flawlessly. In the older Nu’est videos, you can pick up on his quick-witted personality that I think would balance really really well with Ying. He’s softened as he’s matured and I think he would be sosososso compatible with Ying in that he would find her intelligence endlessly attractive, as well as her dedication and work ethic. Ying is also an explosion of personality when she tumbles in; she always offers us adamant support against hateful anons and also is the same level of absolute t r a s h for the minbooty like you will 100000% catch her bein thirsty as HELL. She’d be able to make Minhyun laugh a lot with her radiant personality and humor. He’s extremely caring and selfless, so he’d watch over Ying well. Ying doesn’t acknowledge that she’s an actual empress, and Minhyun would make sure to let her know every single day. I think Ying would appreaciate Minhyun’s love for skinship and his affection (look at how he treats Ren+Seonho+Baejin) and they’d have the absolute CUTEST couple moments.

@luminous-point OK so STORYTIME: when I first entered the minbooties gc and had no idea who anyone was or what they looked like, I assumed that Reni had used a female idol that I didn’t know as her profile pic. I legitimately 1000% thought that she was an idol based off of her picture and I slowly slowly came to the realization that the picture wasn’t of an idol and was actually indeed RENI herself. I was in absolute shock and for the first week or two that I was in the gc, every time I opened it and saw her little icon I would just think “she is seriously so pretty” and be genuinely in awe. Ok anyways. I would ship Reni with Ha Sungwoon~ I noticed Sungwoon right away the very first episode of PD101 when they did that little segment on the strong visuals of the season and they showed a literal .5 second clip of his face but i was absolutely HOOKED on him since then. He was my absolute favorite visual in the first episode, and then his evaluation performance absolutely blew me away. Talent and visual = Reni. Both Reni and Sungwoon have very strong visuals that I absolutely am in love with, and both are extremely hardworking and talented. Reni is seriously sosososososso important to the minbooties and I appreciate her so much, though I’ve never told her. She’s dually very mature/level-headed yet also etremely playful/fun/bright. She slaves away subbing Nu’est content to give happiness to the fandom and pours so much and time and effort into it just for other people’s enjoyment. Whenever she encounters an issue, she approaches it in a very calm, collected manner that I really respect, and I think that Sungwoon would find it incredibly attractive. Sungwoon is extremely hardworking and imo, underrated. His performance in “Downpour” was most memorable to me, and he was also the very first person to nail the entire “Never” choreography when everyone else could barely get through the first portion and they still voted him off the team smH so both of them don’t get their hardwork acknowledged nearly enough. Reni is also WILD AF (don’t deny it) and I think Sungwoon is definitely the type that’d like that have a really really good time so they’d have really amazing, unbeatably fun dates. Sungwoon is also the type to dote on and be really really loving towards his s/o, which I think would be great for Reni. Reni is super super big sister vibes~ I wanted to EAT my own arm because of college apps and she offered to help and take time out of her own day to read over my essays and gave such amazing advice, so I want someone who I know would treat their s/o like a literally precious jewel for Reni.  

[butterflyeffectrp]

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hi guys! i think everyone has replied to the survey so here are the results:

the plot will be primarily inspired by “until dawn”, “i know what you did last summer”, and “urban legends/myths” and the characters will be in their mid 20s (24-26).

i’m thinking (and please feel free to share your thoughts/opinions): this is something most of they did since high school (or maybe even before that, maybe a couple of them know each other since they were kids - their families are friends and they used to holiday here when they were kids), come to this place in the woods by a lake, a gorgeous scenery, perfect for a get-away and taking time off from parents/school -  isolated from the world, they can do whatever they want. when they were about 18 they went there again, this was an extra special holiday because they were about to go to college and didn’t know when they’d get the chance to get together like that again.

most people in the group played a prank on someone (i’m thinking this person was someone’s cousin or step-sibling or even bf/gf - someone not used to fitting in/being part of a group) and it ended very poorly - the person stormed out in shame and maybe one or two of them followed them but returned shortly after (it was night/dark, anyway). when the person didn’t return the next day (or two/three days later), they decided to pack things up and return home. [the following part is optional:] they debated whether they should wait until the next morning to leave but for whatever reason they ended up leaving at night (maybe some of them were getting  really really worried about the person who stormed out?). they didn’t all go in the same car, but somehow all got into an accident and some blacked out/don’t remember it well. one of them died on impact (this character could be somebody’s sibling), allegedly it was the person who was driving the first car/who caused the accident.... or maybe it wasn’t? maybe it was a lie someone/a couple of them came up with to cover for the person who actually caused the accident? either way (we need to figure out the details) the body of the person never made it to the morgue - it vanished (one of them swears they saw something approach it - but their mind and vision were hazy and confused from the accident/impact and no one really believes them).

some years down the road they all get a casual invitation to spend a weekend at the lodge (the way it’s structured - ‘’see if you have the time’’ ‘’i’ll check with the others’’ etc etc - doesn’t make any of them suspect a thing, especially because a couple of them have been to the lodge after all that happened), but it’s not until they’re already there (maybe the day after they get there or smth) and start chatting that they realise... they don’t know who sent it (are all of them telling the truth? is one/are several of them lying? did anyone else send it?), all of them just assumed it had been one person or the other.  

and from here on, we plot things together/use random generators. 

“Should we go the extra mile and apply the random element to characters as well? (....)” the answer was unanimous - everyone picked yes!!! which is pretty awesome and i wasn’t expecting it!! let me know when you’re ready to go because i’ve already created a generator for this (:

“Should we keep it real or play with supernatural elements?” this one was almost a tie, some of you wouldn’t oppose to making it 100% supernatural but the majority would prefer to keep things more real/realistic. i suggest we have some supernatural elements but not too many (just like in “until dawn”). if everything goes well, we can always have an au where we go all out with the supernatural (i’ve been thinking about it and i think it’d be cool to play with multiple universes?? imagine one character dying in the “main” universe and still being alive in another ... or maybe the other univese isn’t a different one but one set, say, a couple x mount of time in the past and back then the character was obvs still alive but they’re going to die - should they change that? tell them? - honestly the options are endless!).

when it comes to the images, the one in the woods with the lodges/cabins by the water got the most votes - so this will be the setting! (the main one, anyway)

[br0ther-theloops]

Take it Away (My Blood, Sweat and Tears) -- Yoomin, Fem!BTS

Rating: Teen and Up

Ship(s): Yoonmin

Warning(s): brief mention of blood (if you squint), female bts

Jimin has had a rough time with her period, but Yoonji is there to help ease the pain.

here is the link to the fic on ao3~~~

WARNING:

This entire story is centered around the fact that a character is on their period. If talking or reading about menstruation makes you uncomfortable, then I suggest you make your way toward the 'back' arrow, or the 'X' in the corner of your tab. Thanks!

So this is my first contribution (if you can call it that) to the BTS fandom, and of course, it's a sex swap. I just love girls so much.

I can't tell you what exactly inspired this because I honestly don't know. I thought it would be cute for bts members to take care of one another when they're on their period, and instead I wrote up 3k+ of essentially angst. Sorry. It was supposed to be cute ;;;;; 

I changed the names of almost everyone because min freaking yoongi technically has a canon feminine name for his female persona, so I was like asdfghjkl;;; So here are everyone's names, in my opinion, if they were feminine;

Jin (Kim Seokjin): Kim Seojin

Suga (Min Yoongi): Min Yoonji

J Hope (Jung Hoseok): Jung Hyeonsuk

Rap Monster (Kim Namjoon): Kim Namju

Jimin (Park Jimin): Park Jimin

V (Kim Taehyun): Kim Taehyeon

Jungkook (Jeon Jeongguk): Jeon Jeonghye

(also rated t because im positive i swore like twice in here or smth)

Jimin had not been doing well all day, and it was evident whatever it was kicked her ass hard because she was sitting out during practice that day—Jimin never sat out during their practices. It was hard for the other six to not coddle her and just watch silently as Jimin curled up on the couch with her back to them, curling up in a ball and just holding herself. She told each of them on separate terms the day before, Hyeonsuk and Taehyeon finding out first when she woke up to stained sheets. It wasn’t common for them to get their periods; between the dancing, dieting, and medication, their natural menstrual cycles happened less frequent than what was “normal”. It was the grim reminder that they are all, in fact, still humans.

A few of the coordi unnies made their ways in and out of the dance studio throughout the duration of practice, tugging with them water, juice, and snacks to give Jimin as they watched over her for a moment or two at a time. Jimin would thank them softly before balling up again so no one could see her—so no one could see the tears streaming down her cheeks from the cramping in her pelvis, or how pale her face was from the nausea sweeping over her in waves. Jimin looked terribly pitiful, and it killed Yoonji to see her like that.

There was nothing she, or anyone else in their seven-member ensemble, could do to ease the feeling for Jimin, especially not when they in the middle of making sure the dance to their upcoming comeback was without flaw, and it was upsetting to think about. Yoonji would find herself staring longingly at Jimin’s back through the mirror, wishing she could scoop her up and take it all away. Hers had always been worst, leaving the dancer and singer mostly stagnant for a day or so, a stark contrast to her usually excitable personality, and though Yoonji had been noted as the group’s mood setter, seeing Jimin in that state left them all in a somber mood.

Dance practice ended hours later for the members to go about their usual schedule, though it started out unsupervised while their manager drove Jimin back to their dorm for some rest. Yoonji retreated into her studio and slumped down in front of her soundboard and desktop with a sigh, rubbing her face in a stressed attempt to stir her mind away from the young singer’s fragile, sick state, but Jimin was always on the rapper’s mind. Their feelings toward each other had not been a secret between the two, cuddling on the couch and holding hands in the privacy of their dorm, and the others did their best to keep it a secret from the world and their company—even though Yoonji said to hell with it several times that day because she wanted to kiss Jimin over and over again to help make her feel better at practice.

Yoonji should be finishing the songs for her mixtape, she should be pulling up the programs on her laptop to run through the mixes to make sure they were what she wanted, but instead she leaned further back in her chair and ran her fingers through her faded mint hair—which was more or less a platinum mass of gummy strands—mind staying on the young singer and her wellbeing. Was she going to be at the dorm by herself, suffering all by her lonesome? She could imagine Jimin curled up on her bed, hugging a pillow with a heating pad covering her groin and abdomen area, shoulder length orange hair splayed out around her head like a ray of light. Yoonji could imagine how beautiful she looked though pained, her makeup free eyes clod and plush, pouting lips pressed into a firm line as she tries to act tough...

Yoonji grabbed her jacket as she stood to leave her studio, pulling out her mobile to phone her manager. If she couldn’t focus on being productive in her studio (her studio of all things—curse you, Park Jimin), then she would be productive elsewhere.

  Jimin was miserable. How could she let herself get like this? Her unnies had no problem when it came to practicing with her periods (even though she knew that was false. She has seen Seojin crying in the bathroom during her cycle when they had practice), so why couldn’t she just suck it up and just practice too? She felt a sob catch in her throat as she closed her eyes and held the heating pad tighter to her stomach in an attempt to dull the pain some. Her pelvis throbbed and contracted in anger, maybe in revenge for suppressing her body’s natural cycle, and pain stabbed at her uterus like it were a game. This had to be some sick game…

She gulped down the sob as best as she could, but even her own saliva was making her nauseous, and her head swayed, and oh god, their choreographer was probably going to yell at her for missing the entire review session and fuck, she’s going to have to make up so much. She could feel tears starting to make their way down her cheek as the negative thoughts bombarded her. Jimin felt disappointed in herself for sitting out and letting this get the best of her. She felt disappointed for showing her weakness when they were so close to a comeback—god, what would they think of her? What would Yoonji think of her?

That was honestly what Jimin felt most ashamed about; Yoonji had to see her weak, which is something she could never be proud of. Jimin took pride in being strong when things got tough for their group, and that was something Yoonji admired her for. She was so weak today, though. Would Yoonji want to look at her again? Would Yoonji still want to be with her when she was nothing but a cry baby at practice?

There were a series of soft taps against the wooden door of her room. Jimin blinked slightly and turned her head toward the door, wondering if she had imagined those taps. She sniffled slightly and lifted one arm to wipe at her face.

“Y-yeah?” her voice croaked unpleasantly.

When Yoonji opened the bedroom door, the first thing she took in was Jimin’s small being on the bed resting overtop of the comforter, cleaning her face with the smooth skin of her forearm. Though her lips were red and swollen, most likely from crying, and half of her face was hidden behind her arm, Yoonji felt her heart sputter and slam against her chest, throbbing at the sight in front of her. Aphrodite had nothing on the beautiful Park Jimin. It took a beat for Yoonji to stop drinking in the beauty that was Park Jimin and licked her lips slightly. It took another beat for her to open her mouth and choke out a ‘hey’ before the younger looked up to take in the figure in front of her.

Jimin’s small eyes glistened with wetness in the dim natural lighting entering the room as she stared up at Yoonji, who, in turn, stared right back at her. Yoonji could just look at Jimin for days and conjure up a few dozen albums worth of songs. Her beauty was inspiring—even now with tears staining her cheeks and lips puffy from sodium passing over them.

Yoonji smiled softly—Jimin looked so pure like this—and lifted up a bag of goodies from a local convenient store, the slight rustle of plastic sounded over the younger’s sniffles and huffs for a brief moment. “I got you some stuff.” 

Jimin whimpered pitifully and threw herself back down against her pillow, not before Yoonji caught a glimpse of her giant frown and fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She opted not to say anything as she made her way to the bed carefully and sat next to the singer, and her heart broke as she watched and listened to this child weep. Oh, how she wished she could take the pain away from her. How she wished she could make Jimin feel better. Jimin clutched at the pillow her head rested on as she cried, embarrassed that Yoonji was seeing her like this, embarrassed that Yoonji felt like it was her duty to take care of her. She really was weak... 

Yoonji carefully rubbed at Jimin’s lower back and watched as she sacked slightly at some of the tension being released in her back, and she leaned down press a kiss onto Jimin’s side, humming lightly. She wasn’t going to pry at Jimin open up, but she wanted her to know that would be there if she felt okay enough to talk to her. She was in a fragile state then, and Yoonji didn’t want to push her and be the reason for more tears.

“W-why are you here, Unnie?” Yoonji blinked at Jimin’s question, sitting straight up to look at the singer whose gaze remained trained on the bedding beneath her, and the elder’s mind raced with different interpretations and answers to the simple, yet heart breaking question—what exactly was she asking?

“Sh-shouldn’t it be obvious?” Yoonji asked carefully as she reached up to run her fingers through the tips of Jimin’s hair.

Her shoulders hunched in response as Jimin hid her face, and the elder tried to calmly swallow the lump forming in her throat at the thought of her royally messing this—whatever they were—up. Neither of them put a defining mark on their status, so it was hard to distinctly refer to the other as their girlfriend, but they didn’t care. They didn’t care because when Jimin reaches for Yoonji’s hand as they wait back stage, Yoonji squeezes it back; and when Yoonji comes home late from the studio, Jimin is always waiting on the couch for her, smiling and opening her arms for cuddles after particularly grueling sessions. In a way, what she was doing now, combing at Jimin’s hair and holding a bag full of various chocolates and snacks was Yoonji’s way of wanting to take care of the younger…Because she—

“Y-you shouldn’t have to take care of me,” Jimin whimpered through soft sobs, though everything was partially muffled into the pillow.

Yoonji gulped, her throat drying more at the sounds coming from Jimin’s mouth. Poor, poor Jimin. She opened her mouth to speak, to rebuttle, “Jimin ah, it’s not like that—”

“Y-you or any of the other unnies should’t have to take care of me…” she sniffled and wiped at her eyes and nose. “I-I’m supposed to be strong and take care of myself. I shouldn’t be like this, and yet, here I am! Being so weak and so selfish…”

Yoonji hated how broken Jimin sounded as the younger trailed off until her voice just stopped working, like she let the entire world down and now carried that burden on her shoulders and chest. She could feel her heart breaking bit by bit at each crack and strain of Jimin’s voice. Jimin had always been regarded as one of strong members when it came to emotional and mental stability, always being to the one to go to when situations got tough. Yoonji had to admit, it was one of the things that allowed her to fall fir Jimin, but what made her fall hard was the fact that Jimin wasn’t always like that. Jimin had her moments of vulnerability where she needed assurance, and it made Yoonji’s heart swell whenever the younger would turn to her for guidance. Jimin was so small, so gentle, so fragile. Yoonji just wished she could stop beating herself up over those rare moments of weakness.

Yoonji shook her head and scooted toward her head so she could lean over to press a kiss to Jimin’s cheek. It was a soft, timid kiss, careful to avoid further upsetting her. Jimin sniffled and leaned into the kiss, turning her head to look at Yoonji, who was pulling back and smiling lightly. Jimin had a look of vulnerability plastered over her typically gummy smile exterior, and as she blinked up at Yoonji with her wide, teary brown eyes, the elder felt herself melting into a pile of goo. How did Park Jimin, of all people, have this power over her?

“Jiminnie…” Yoonji’s voice was soft, matching the fragile atmosphere, and she rubbed at Jimin’s shoulder, dropping another feathered kiss against her skin. From this close proximity, she could see the flush on Jimin’s cheek and the slight smile trying to tug onto her trembling lips. Yoonji couldn’t tell if she was smiling because of the kisses (because Jimin loved it when Yoonji kissed her cheeks and shoulders and every inch of her being) or because Yoonji called her ‘Jiminnie’ (because Yoonji only called her that when she felt the most in love, and it would leave Jimin swooning).

Jimin turned her body some, hand moving to hold the heating pad against her pelvis as she exposes more of herself to Yoonji, shivering at the feeling of the elder’s cold hand cupping her warm cheeks. She felt safe, comfortable, but it didn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from jabbing at her esteem. 

“Jiminnie,” the elder started again and noticed how Jimin swallowed slowly as her gaze wandered all over her face, hands aching to touch Yoonji, “I’m here because I want to be.” Jimin opened her mouth to protest, a whimper leaving her throat before Yoonji hastily continued. “I’m here because I know you’re beating yourself up over this.”

She watched the younger close her mouth and avert her gaze as if she were ashamed. Yoonji caressed her cheek with her thumb to let her know that it was okay…Jimin was okay.

“I-I shouldn’t have sat out today…” Jimin’s voice was delicate, quiet. Yoonji was sure if anything else made noise she wouldn’t have heard what Jimin said.

Yoonji shook her head and continued rubbing her thumb over her cheek, feeling the slight swelling of acne beneath the padding of her finger. “No one is mad or even remotely upset at you for sitting out.” Yoonji smiled lightly at her, her grin matching the love dripping from her gaze. “We would have made you sit out anyway if you tried to push yourself too much. You’re human, Jimin. A woman.” Yoonji leaned down to gently knock her forehead against Jimin’s, humming. “I know you don’t like being like this…” she pulled back slightly when Jimin started whining and had moved to start pushing her hair away from her face. “You’re not weak for being like this, and I’m very,” she pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead for emphasis, “very proud of you for letting me see you like this.”

Jimin sniffled in response, hot tears spilling out of the corners of her eyes, as she watched the face hovering over top of hers. “W-why?” her voice came out hoarse. “I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to be up helping with the dances. I’m not supposed to be like…this…”

The elder sighed softly and rested her head against Jimin’s shoulder, this stupid, love sick smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Yeah, but…” she put the bag from the convenient store on the group and moved to spoon Jimin, wrapping an arm around her waist, “even I can’t be strong all of the time. You don’t have to be strong all the time, especially when you’re on your period, baby.” she moved locks of orange hair out of the way so she could kiss the back of the younger’s neck. “This time sucks…It’s hard and you feel gross, I know. You’re brave, Jiminnie, really. We’re all proud of you.”

Yoonji heard soft whimpers and sniffles coming from the younger, but Jimin’s hand came up to cover hers, squeezing it lightly.  She hummed softly as Jimin’s leg slide back between Yoonji’s, and the younger curled herself back against her as she calmed down. There were no words exchanged between them, and there didn’t need to be, not when Jimin felt so loved and so nice in just Yoonji’s arms. Her arms were always safe, warm, and it felt okay to be weak and vulnerable. Yoonji made her want to knock her guard down. Jimin wanted to take off her armor and shed her skin to show the elder everything she had to offer. She wanted to strip down and watch Yoonji trace and count every blemish and mark because she was so in love with her, so in love with Min Yoonji, the soft, bad ass rapper of their group.

Jimin held the heating pad against her as she turned over to face Yoonji, who welcomed her with a gentle smile. The elder reached up to wipe at her cheek, and the gesture was so pure, but it made Jimin’s stomach flutter. So much so, she couldn’t stop herself from curling her fingers into Yoonji’s shirt and pulling her into a kiss. It was a soft, but needy kiss, and each time the younger’s mouth touched hers, Yoonji could feel her breath leave her. There was something euphoric, relieving about kissing Jimin—like all the tension in the world vanished without a trace.

There was nothing better than Jimin’s lips; how her pillow soft, puff ones fit so nicely over top of Yoonji’s own smaller ones. It was nice that they were so used to exchanging these touches that they knew when to move, to pull back and start again. Each kiss in itself was like a touch of heaven, and Yoonji was on a cloud, soaring high until Jimin was there to ground her, to catch her, to love her. She pulled back to give Jimin a wide grin and let her own hand curl behind in the younger’s faded orange hair, to which made Jimin let out a small whimper as she opened her eyes to look at Yoonji—but she was smiling. There was an actual smile (a closed mouth one, but a smile nonetheless) on Jimin’s face, and the elder was ecstatic.

Jimin hummed and leaned forward to nuzzle her nose against Yoonji’s, loosening her grip on the elder’s shirt to hold her waist instead. Jimin was so in love, it was sick, but being in love with Yoonji allowed her to see the completely sappy side event the fans didn't get to see. What an honor, really. She pecked her lips a few more times before letting out a soft moan and adjusting her hips, pain shooting through her pelvis area like a missile.

Yoonji sat up some and grabbed the bag from earlier. “I got you some chocolate and chips. I also got you that milk drink you really like and some…” Yoonji was rifling through the bag as she spoke, and Jimin couldn’t help but to laugh out of love as she watched her.

“Unnie,” Jimin said softly, and the elder frozen for a moment before looking up at the girl she was so in love with, blinking in confusion as Jimin grinned in triumph, “I’ll only accept all of this if you tell me you love me and cuddle me for the rest of the day!”

Jimin laughed more at the seemingly unamused look that immediate told hold of Yoonji’s face. It was comical, this whole thing and how they were with one another, but they were so in love. There was no rhyme or reason why they worked so well, or why they put up with one another. Yoonji set the bag in between them and leaned down and put her arms down on either side of Jimin’s head, caging the younger beneath her. To Yoonji, it didn’t matter because they had each other—even if they never put a name on it.

“You already know I do,” and she sealed it with a kiss.

this is unbeta-ed and cross posted onto ao3